Rewrite Some Lines

A/N: A little treat for you guys. c: I'm pretty happy with how all this is going. The next chapter is definitely my favorite so far. :D

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The dense air hit him the moment they stepped off the plane. It smelled of ice and promised flowers. "Skye," Evan started, having to clear his throat a bit when the wind went straight into his mouth, startling him. "I think I'm getting more used to planes now." He told her, his voice sounding a bit smug, though mostly proud.

He did not panic nearly as much as before, and this time he even stayed awake for a good part of the flight, though in reality he never once looked out the window and instead chose to keep his face glued to his laptop screen, watching some foreign movie about a girl with a freakish appearance who got assaulted and then decided to carve a message into the man's stomach as revenge. Or something to that effect. It was an excellent movie, from what Evan saw, though his mind was generally elsewhere for a good part of it.

"That's great news," Skye agreed, smiling over at Evan. He already looked healthier to her. His face seemed a little roseier, even if it was from the cold, but his eyes also seemed brighter, more clear. She had a moment of fear this trip might break Evan, who seemed so utterly fragile when she went to visit him, but now she knew this was the best thing for the man. She could see new life breathed into him, an awareness that was not there just a few days before. "Jess is probably asleep right now, but we can still head over that way and wake sleeping beauty up." Skye mentioned once they had managed to collect their things and wave down a taxi.

Evan nodded, taking in the sights around him. "Sounds good. Can't wait to meet her." Skye patted his leg as a comforting gesture and ended up leaving her hand there for the duration of the ride, occasionally squeezing it when Evan's face took on a pained expression. Evan took no notice of Skye for the most part. He was too busy wondering how a city could change so much in so little time.

Many of the fields leading out from the city where now sprawling suburban landscapes, the old farm houses sinking back into the neighborhoods and schools and public libraries which seemed to dominate this land. Trees still ruled, sure, but now they belonged to someone, separated via yards and fences, instead of just living in one mass. Evan almost felt sorry for them, having to be split apart from their families.

The houses began to change the nearer they got to their destination. The small ranch style homes morphed into split levels that morphed into miniature mansions, at least in Evan's eyes. They stopped at one such mansion, its driveway large enough to house six cars as well as whatever could fit inside the garage that could house his entire apartment. Evan let out a small breath, his eyes large once he actually got out of the taxi and stood before the home. It towered over him much like the high rises of the city, only this belonged to a single family.
"C'mon, Ev! Help me get the bags out from the trunk and then you can gawk." Skye called, sounding annoyed.

Evan jumped out of his stupor and hurried over to the taxi, grabbing nearly all the luggage taken for the two and a half week trip he managed to secure with his boss, who all but shooed him from the office when he asked earlier that week. "How many kids does your cousin have?" Evan asked as they started the trek up the expansive yard to the large front door. "I mean, she must have a lot if the house needs to be this big."

Skye laughed and carefully patted Evan on the back. "No no. Jess is still single and doesn't want any kids, Ev." She explained to the now heavily confused Evan. Skye pranced up ahead to ring the door bell since Evan stopped to ponder that tidbit of information.

By the time he caught up with Skye, she had already rung the bell three times and knocked on the door once, furiously. In fact, she was still knocking like a mad woman when the sound of the door being unlocked reached their ears and the doorknob turned slowly. Skye finally noticed then, and stopped knocking and stood back a bit to allow Evan entrance first, as he carried everything - though, not for long.

Evan stared blankly at the person who had opened the door as they were clad in only underwear and not much else. "Hey, you must be Evan, right? Come on in, you guys have got to be tired after the trip. Sorry about the mess, I'm still working on the house."

The luggage dropped to the ground as Evan said in surprise, coming face to chest with Skye's cousin. "You're a man." It was not a question, though Jessie answered anyway.

"Um, yeah. Would you guys come in, please? You're letting all the warm air out." Jessie stepped back to allow Evan room to go inside, but Evan insisted on blocking up the doorway by standing there with a dumb look on his face. "Skye," Jessie said in a serious voice, getting his cousin's attention. "Were you calling me Jess again?" Skye's sheepish expression told Jessie everything he needed to know. "Jesus. Alright, help me drag your friend into the house before the both of you catch a cold and then we'll work this out once you're settled."

Skye did as she was told, looking like a puppy who knew she had done something wrong as she helped guide Evan passed the foyer and into the living room to a plush looking couch.

Evan sank into the couch easily, his eyes closing a moment later. Jessie drug the luggage inside, setting it all at the base of the stairs with little help from Skye before he walked over to the couch and kneeled in front of Evan, making a motion to shake him awake, but Evan opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Evan said, looking at the other man intently.

Jessie frowned a bit and looked to Skye for help, but she merely shrugged. "For what?"

Evan sighed, bringing his arm up to cover his eyes, his body sinking farther into the soft couch as he did so. "I thought you were a girl."

The man sat back on his haunches and laughed, a deep sound that caught Evan by surprise, judging from the other's voice. "Ah, it's cool. Some people think I'm a girl even in person." He joked, sitting down fully on the ground now and spreading out his long legs in front of him, pressing them against the bottom of the couch. He ran a hand through his red locks, heavily contrasting with both Skye and Evan's dark hair. "So, let's start this over, shall we?" Jessie smiled, pointing to himself. "My name is Jessie, though most people call me Jess."

Evan smiled a bit and moved his arm to look at the man in question, his eyes shamelessly roaming over the man's pale skin. "Evan Rhodes. You can't really shorten my name too much, though Skye still tries. I'm beginning to think she's lazy." He glanced over at his friend, a wide grin on her face and she nodded enthusiastically.

"Jess and I are pretty much the same age. We grew up together." Skye supplied, looking proud and moving to take a seat on the floor with him. "We didn't talk for a while after he came out since he and my aunt were having problems, but then everything was settled once she came to terms she wasn't going to have grandchildren, and she gave him this property once my step uncle died, since she didn't want to live by herself." Skye paused, looking at Jessie curiously. "Where did you say Aunty Lisa was living, anyway?"

Jessie made a vague gesture. "Over with a friend of hers. They have their own greenhouse, remember?"

Skye nodded, looking back up to Evan and tilting her head in question at the look on his face. "What?"

Evan was not looking at her, though, and instead concentrated his attention on Jessie. He righted his body in the couch a bit, drawing his legs underneath himself and set his mouth in a thin line. "Came out." He said, taking in Skye's words carefully. "So you're gay?"

Jessie looked wearily at Skye, not quite sure how to respond, but when he saw she had nothing to say, he faced Evan again and shrugged. "Well, I personally like to consider myself fabulous, but some might call that gay, yes."

Evan nodded slowly. "Huh."

Skye picked herself up from the floor quietly, not sure if she liked what was going on. "Ev, we should get to bed. You must be tired." She turned to Jessie, who continued to have a staring contest with his other house guest. "Jess, can you show us our rooms, please? We're all tired and need some serious sleep. We can talk in the morning." She sounded urgent, trying to get his attention, but it was not working. "Jess!"

Finally snapping out of it, Jessie shook his head, scrambling off the floor and reaching out, offering a hand to Evan. Evan ignored the hand, though, and stood up on his own, slipping away from Jessie and over to Skye's side, no longer looking at the other man, and instead actively ignoring him. Jessie could not help but feel a bit upset over the reaction Evan had, but he decided not to hold it to the man, and instead try and have a good time. "Your rooms are upstairs." He told the two, bending down to grab some of the bags while Evan took the rest. "Follow me."

He took them down a long hallway and dropped each of them off at their respective doors. "There's a main bath in the middle of your two rooms and the master bath in through my room, but it's part of the renovation, so if you both need to go, there's another finished bath downstairs to the left of the library. If you pass the pantry you've gone too far."

He pointed to a door on the opposite side of the hall, before gesturing to his room and then back to the stairs. "If either of you get lost, just come and get me, okay? My room is the only door at the end of the hall." He helped Evan divvy up the bags to their respective owners, trying to ignore the fact the other man was being a huge jerk for no reason. Skye had indeed warned him about Evan's moody behavior, but he definitely was not prepared for this.

When they both finally turned to their doors, Jessie began walking to his own room, excited about getting a few more hours of sleep before the morning. He offered them both a quiet 'goodnight' but he did not receive any back.

Jessie closed the door to his room slowly, making his way over to the bed and slipping off his boxers. 'Well,' He thought, crawling into bed and pulling the freshly washed blankets up to his chin. 'That was not expected at all.' He rolled over in his bed now, pressing his face deep into his fluffy pillows and shutting his eyes tightly, wondering just what he had agreed to when Skye had called him, almost begging him to let her and her friend stay for a while to visit.

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Evan woke up the moment the morning light hit his face. He groaned lightly, flinging his arm over his face to block out the offending light, but it was a futile attempt. It took him a while to fully register where he was and what exactly was going on, and once he did he noticed with an ounce of shame the effect being in a new place had on his body. He lifted the sheets slowly and glared at his crotch through the darkness. This had not happened in a good long time, Evan realized once he actually thought about it. Had he really been in that horrible of a mood to completely forget about the needs of his body?

He sighed, slinging his legs over the side of the bed and adjusting himself to make his problem a little less noticeable before he opened his door as quietly as possible and crept across the hall to the bathroom. It was dark in there when he entered, luckily having been the first one to claim it this morning. He turned his back to the door and leaned heavily on it while he stared down his manhood in a threatening manner, just daring it to stay there and torture him like this.

After a minute or two of thinking about the most disturbing things, Evan resigned to his fate and moved across the bathroom to turn on the shower, muttering under his breath. While waiting for the water to warm up, he did his business, somewhere in the back of his mind hoping this would cure him of his ailment, but alas, it did not. He flushed, glaring down at the toilet for failing him.

Finally, he stepped out of his boxers and jumped in the shower.

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Meanwhile, down the hall, Jessie had woken up to the quiet hum of the shower running, wondering who in their right mind would wake up so early. He grumbled, sliding out of bed and putting on some house pants in order to keep a little slice of dignity left while he marched down to the stairs in order to start breakfast.

He made it a little passed Evan's door before he heard a curious sound coming from the bathroom and decided to go and investigate. It was definitely a man's voice he had heard, but he was not sure what was going on until he heard it again, and this time, his face quickly heated up to a shade that almost rivaled his own hair.

Jessie, ever the little masochist, moved closer to the door until he had his entire face pressed against the wood, his eyes as wide as a child's who was doing something they knew they were not supposed to. He had a ridiculous grin on his face, and if anyone else where to see him just then, they might have nightmares.


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The moment Evan stepped into the shower he quickly located the body wash and applied a generous amount over his body, making sure to ignore his problem as much as humanly possible. If he was going to do this, we figured he might as well make it last and enjoy it while he can. This was probably a fluke and he would not get another chance the rest of his stay here. Eventually, once the rest of his body was all washed and clean, Evan positioned himself under the spray of the water, his back leaning against the cool tiles and his feet spread for balance.

He ran his hands down his chest slowly, gathering up what leftover soap suds he could on his way down. Once he reached his persistent erection, he smoothed his palm over the top of it and took it in his fingers, forming a firm grip around it. A light moan passed over his lips on accident, though he figured the water would cover up most sounds he made. It had been far too long, Evan decided, working his fingers up and down his shaft, only stopping to pass his thumb over the head. His free hand roamed up and down his torso, occasionally moving upwards to pinch at either nipple, causing more soft moans to escape while he slowly thrust into his own hand.

Even though he promised himself he would drag this out, he got to a point where the gentle teasing he was doing to himself started to get painful, and he let go of his cock for a second to turn up the heat of the water, letting the hot liquid usher him to his release. It was only a matter of time after that. He squeezed the base of his cock and brought that same acute pressure up to the tip, rubbing his palm flush with the head, feeling the pressure build up. His moans had long since escalated in intensity, no longer caring who heard anymore. He gritted his teeth as he continued to play with only the head, his hand starting to tremble before he cried out an incoherent noise, his hot cum shooting from his cock in thick ropes, making a mess against the shower curtain while the water washed it all away only seconds later.

Evan felt his knees give out, and the next thing he realized was that he currently sat on the floor of the shower, his legs folded under him and his arms sprawled to either side. He did not hurt, so he must have slid down the side of the wall instead of falling, though he did not remember either. He stood up only after he felt the strength return to his limbs, his head still empty of all thought as he rinsed off once last time, making sure to turn the water off before he climbed out of the tub and flipped a fluffy towel around his waist. He stood over the sink then, his hands gripping the sides and his head hanging down between his arms while he tried to get his breathing under control.

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Outside in the hall, Jessie carefully detached himself from the door and slipped down the stairs to the other bathroom, his own cock throbbing painfully and making a big mess of things inside his clean pants. "Goddamn," Jessie breathed once he closed the bathroom door behind himself. He wasted no time at all before sticking his hand into his pjs and quickly bringing himself to his own end, his head filled with images of the moody hunk Skye had brought here to play sleepover.

All worries from the previous night were erased when his cum spilled out onto his fingers, most of it getting in his pants and making him curse a bit, thought he was not truly worried about it. He was mostly worried about himself and how the hell he would be able to keep his mind under control around this man and not think of all the glorious things they could do together. Sadly, he was already well on his way to loosing that fight.