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Jessie came down the stairs to the sight of Skye dragging in ridiculous amounts of bags. They flooded the foyer and spilled out into the living room. Jessie found himself picking up a few just to get around to greet his cousin. "Hey, I imagine the shopping went well, yes?" He asked, continuing to pick up more bags and dropping them over on the sofa. "Where\'d you even get the money to buy all this?" He made a sweeping gesture with his hands.



Skye closed the door behind her with her foot, dropping the last few bags in a pile. "Oh, well, I had been saving up for the past two years or so? I knew I was going to visit you eventually, and I know the clothes here are so much cheaper, so I figured I\'d wait to buy anything till I came over." She shrugged, a wide smile on her face from her genius. "I didn\'t try anything on," She started, bending over and digging through a random bag. "so I\'m going to try them all on now and figure out what I need to take back as I go. You wanna help me pick out the good stuff?"



"Yeah, sure. I can help." Jessie sounded distracted, sitting there, perched on the arm of the couch like an over sized cat. He was currently looking up the stairs with an odd expression.



Skye abandoned the bag she was digging in and scooted up through the mess towards Jessie, a worried look on her face. "You okay?" She asked quietly, coming up to touch her cousin\'s shoulder softly.



He started, jumping out of whatever daydream he was in and looked a bit frightened, even. "What?"



Skye frowned a bit, the motion strange and foreign on her face. "I asked if you were alright, which you so clearly aren\'t." She sat down next to Jessie, barely fitting on the remainder of the arm of the couch. "What happened? Did Evan say something mean to you?" She looked chastising, as if she was going to give Evan a piece of her mind if Jessie confirmed it.



Jessie quickly shook his head. "No!" He said too quickly, his face flushing a bit. "No, he...wasn\'t mean or anything like that..." He trailed off, looking away from Skye, trying to keep her from seeing his face.



If anything, Skye was exactly as perceptive as her friend. "Ohhhhhh~" She sing songed, a wry smile on her face, her eyes lighting up at the realization. "You two got into it, didn\'t you? I bet he did something..." She lowered her voice a bit. "naughty..." She poked at Jessie\'s side, making him wince. "Didn\'t he?"



Jessie refused to confirm or deny anything.



Skye took his silence as another way of saying yes. "Aha! He did! Oh my goodness, this is great!" She bounced on the arm, almost sliding off its smooth surface, but gripped onto Jessie\'s arm at the last second, righting herself. "So tell me, dear cousin of mine, what did my adorably masculine friend do to you, exactly? I want all the details." She leaned into him, her face as bright as it was anxious.



"Jesus," Jessie sighed, detaching Skye from his arm and standing up from the couch. "It wasn\'t anything like that. He was..." Jessie paused a moment, looking downright confused inside, torn between spilling his guts and not saying a word. He chose the former.



"Okay...Evan, he...he was warning me that...apparently he can read my face like an open book, and he was warning that, if I looked...at other guys...the way I was looking at him, that they might not take it as well, yeah?"



He looked up to see if Skye was following. She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay so, after that, he goes upstairs all pissy, and I\'m standing there like, shit, what did I do? So I follow him, upstairs, y\'know? And he\'s in his bed-"



"Oh! Did you guys make out?" Skye was bouncing again like a teenage girl.



Jessie frowned at her. "No." He said dryly, then continued on after a few seconds. "Anyway, so I go in there to apologize, and then he tells me that he\'s scared of himself." He paused for dramatic effect. "Now, I had no idea what he meant, and he got miffed or something since I didn\'t get it, and then suddenly he\'s leaning over me, and..." He brought a hand up to his neck, remembering the touch, his eyes closing. "And he...just, touches my neck, that\'s all, and it\'s the most...amazing feeling...and then it\'s gone too fast, and Evan\'s slipping out the room. I don\'t even remember him getting off the bed."



Jessie goes back over to rejoin Skye on the couch, lying dramatically over the back of it. "So I follow him into the bathroom, and end up telling him what you said to me, because he\'s tearing himself up for some reason, and the look in his eyes, Skye. He looked so...lost. So broken, and then out of nowhere, I\'m holding him, and...it all just feels so right."



The room falls quiet after that, and Skye guessed the story was over once her cousin closed his eyes and buried his face into his arms. She did not bounce on the arm anymore, but instead offered a comforting hand to Jessie\'s shoulder, rubbing it while she took in what he had told her. "So," She started, so very quiet and unlike her. "I think Evan likes you."



Jessie looked up from his arm cocoon. "Hm?" He muttered, looking rather forlorn.



A smile was all he got as Skye stood up and drug a few of the bags into a nearby room to change. "Evan likes you..." She called, her head sticking out from around the corner. "Play nice with him."



Jessie sighed and pushed himself off the couch, shuffling through the mass of clothing and made his way over to the kitchen to prepare some ridiculously strong coffee. He knew he was going to need it if he wanted to get through the rest of the day without having some sort of nervous breakdown.



While the pot made its signature rumbling sound, dripping out the coffee at a pace that was somewhere between too fast and too slow, Jessie leaned his back against the counter, folded his arms over his chest protectively, and closed his eyes. He heard a sigh, and for a moment he thought it was his own, until he realized it came from a few feet away. His eyes opened slowly.



"I heard what you said." Evan was inside the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against it in a similar pose. "I didn\'t mean to eavesdrop," He added quickly, when Jessie\'s brows furrowed. "I just heard my name, so I started to leave my room, and then...I realized you weren\'t talking to me." He shrugged, acting like he took it all in stride, when really, he was in a panic on the inside.



Jessie unfolded his arms and placed them on the counter behind him in order to steady himself. "You should\'ve left once you figured out it wasn\'t a conversation you were supposed to hear." He tried his hardest to sound angry, or even accusing, but the words came out gruff and low and totally wrong. Jessie wanted to kick himself.



Evan moved closer, now making a point to mimic Jessie\'s pose, only with the table behind him instead. "Well, you know how curiosity killed the cat..." Evan offered, a smirk on his face now.



Jessie wished the earth would be kind to him for once and just swallow him up. It did not happen, sadly. "That really wasn\'t something for you to hear..." Jessie tried again, but this time, his words came out as a whisper, not strong at all. God, he was definitely fucking this up all over the place.



"I think it was good for me to hear." Evan retorted, looking smug. "At least I know now where you stand, although..." He looked the other man up and down, obviously admiring the long lines that made up Jessie\'s form. "I suppose it was pretty obvious early on, wasn\'t it?" Evan was impossibly close now, their bodies almost touching, but not quite. He did not really know what he was doing. Even as his common sense told him to stop, his body kept ignoring him and his mouth continued to spout out this gibberish. Though, if he was honest with himself, he no longer minded it much. Just having Jessie this close was worth the odd looks coming from the other man.



Jessie could feel the delicious heat rising off Evan\'s body, he ached to reach out, and just...touch, but he knew if he did, he would cross a line he was not sure about crossing yet. He chose to lick his lips instead, just in case.



Evan smiled. "I\'m going to give you a choice, Jessie." Evan began, his voice barely a low whisper, but it was undeniably erotic. Jessie shivered. "Either we can continue this little game of cat and mouse, or," Evan traced a finger from Jessie\'s ear down his jaw, sliding it over the man\'s lips. "we can just skip to the chase, and enjoy these weeks I have here without having to go through all the..." He paused, trying to find the right word. "Fuss...of flirting." He grinned wickedly; almost positive he would get his way, judging by Jessie\'s reactions to everything he was saying.



But then Jessie surprised him and pushed Evan away, slipping past him with a muttered "I can\'t." and dashing out into the living room.



Evan stood there, utterly lost at the turn of events. Even if he was a bit happy that the other man broke him from his strange behavior, he was a little annoyed since he was so sure Jessie would agree. So sure, and yet, there he went, just like that. Evan scowled, now decidedly grumpy once again. And here he was so excited that this man, this ridiculously beautiful and gangly redhead, could actually break him out of his shell, as he already proved he could.



Evan had a fleeting thought that perhaps he was going about this all the wrong way, that perhaps he should no longer listen to his body, but he easily pushed it from his mind in favor of sulking and slipping away into the shell he had made that was so utterly comfortable. He had tasted the world outside his shell, and it was good for a moment before it turned sour, and he decided he no longer found it as enticing as he once thought.



"So much for this trip." Evan mumbled to himself, moving back up the stairs silently. He heard voices in the living room below him, but the talk was about outfits and things that looked good on the hanger, but not on the body, and the like. Evan scoffed, deciding many things worked that way.



Something might be beautiful from far away, but once you get too close it starts to contort, turning into something disgusting and grotesque and unrecognizable. Only the desire to obtain it is still as fresh and as heavy in your heart, so you go after it anyway, even if you know it will tear you apart.



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Jessie remained in a panicked state the remainder of the afternoon. Only once Skye came out in a coffee colored skirt did he remember he had a pot of the stuff sitting patiently on the counter for him, waiting for someone to come along and drink it up. He excused himself from Skye\'s presence and moved back into the kitchen, wary of a certain individual who might try something again. Not that the something was bad, mind you, Jessie wanted that something like no other, but he found he could not make himself agree to the terms Evan had made.



Honestly, he would much rather go on with the cat and mouse ride than a ride in the sack. At least, at this time. He barely knew the man besides what all Skye had spilled over the years, but that was all trivial knowledge when what Jessie really wanted to learn was the good stuff. The stuff sunk so far down in the depths, a person might even forget why they were there in the first place. He craved for that knowledge, the information that could tell him just exactly what type of a person Evan Rhodes was, and why he works the way he does. How he ticks.



Jessie knew there was a whole wealth of material inside that gorgeous head of his, and he was determined to get every last drop of it.



Oh, dear.



Had he just made a pun?



Jessie made a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh and tiredly pulled out a large mug from the cabinet, determined to drink all of his coffee in one setting. Maybe that would pull him from this currently ridiculous state of drunkenness. He poured the black coffee into his cup, being careful not to let it run down the side of the pot, but it somehow managed to make a mess anyway. Once he added all the necessary ingredients, he flopped into the chair bonelessly and started guzzling down the drink, mindless of the temperature.



"Jess?" Skye had a peak around the corner. She tilted her head a bit at the sight of her cousin. "You okay? You look stressed." She scurried over to a chair in front of Jessie and sat down quickly, leaning forward all elbows and arms. "Tell me what\'s on your mind."



Jessie made a noise in the back of his throat and drank down some more of his coffee.



After a minute of silence, he looked up to see if Skye was still there, and when he realized she wasn\'t going to give up the task, he sighed again. "Evan is a strange, strange man. I can\'t figure him out at all." He grumbled, twisting his cup around in his hands, looking down at it. "I mean, I\'m normally good at getting to know a person pretty quickly, but with him, it\'s one thing, then another, and the moment I think I\'ve got him figured out, bam! He goes and pulls out another card and I have no idea what\'s going on or what to think." He took another quick drink.



"Well," Skye said. "I think the problem here isn\'t you not being able to figure him out, but rather, you are putting him in a mass category and trying to compare him with other people of a similar type. But," She said slowly, giving Jessie a look. "Trust me on this, now. I know how much of a cliché this sounds like, but Evan isn\'t really a person you want to go comparing people to. He\'s...he\'s so much more different, that it would be like trying to compare an apple with a Mustang, and besides maybe the color, you would have no luck finding similarities." She paused for a moment to steal a sip of Jessie\'s coffee.



"You\'re going to have to relearn Evan from scratch, Jess. I have several years on you, so I can help to an extent, but you really need to do this on your own if you want something out of him. Which," She started, picking up Jessie\'s cup again to inspect it. "I\'m sure he would give once he felt he can trust you." She smiled, handing the cup back over to her cousin and pushing herself up from the table before dancing back into the living room to continue on with her random fashion show, even if she knew Jessie would have no further interest in it, as his mind was elsewhere.



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Jessie frowned at his now empty coffee mug, his body still flopped gracelessly on the chair in the kitchen. Every so often, Skye would run in the room in a new outfit combination and get his half hearted opinion, though as far as she was concerned, any opinion was better than none at all, even if it was fairly negative.



Jessie turned the mug in his hands thoughtfully, his gaze downcast, but his eyes vacant and far away. He had been thinking on Skye\'s words the past half hour or so, and no matter how he worded what he wanted to tell Evan in his head, it all came out wrong.



How do you go about telling another person that yes, you would like to get to know them better, but not too quickly and defiantly not in bed just yet, even though you want to get in their pants as much as they want to get into yours? How was this even possible to talk about? What was he to say to Evan? \'Oh, hey. I think you are ridiculously hot and I\'d like to fuck you, but right now I just want to talk and get to know you better.\'



Jessie shook his head, clearing his mind of the images that previous thought managed to conjure up. "I need a nap." He decided, scooting the chair back and rising, cup in hand.



He deposited the cup into the sink before passing by Skye.



"Hey," He said, trying to get her attention as she jammed her legs into some leggings. "I\'m going to go lie down for a bit. If I sleep passed seven, get me up, okay? I\'m going to make dinner for you guys tonight." Jessie smiled and nodded at Skye\'s wish for him to sleep well and hopefully feel a bit better upon waking up.



He drug himself up the stairs in a mass of lethargy and confusion. He only paused for a moment when he passed the slightly cracked door to Evan\'s room, but he could not see anything from the small sliver of access the door allowed. He almost wanted to go in there and talk with Evan now, to explain his situation to the other man and possibly sort out what in the hell they were doing. His feet kept moving him closer to his room, though, and he found he was not strong enough to will them to move into Evan\'s room, so he resigned to moving their way.



Jessie closed his hand around the handle slowly, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could have a short chat with Evan to just get the man to understand his line of thinking. But then his feet were moving again and he stepped into the room and quickly turned to shut the door behind him, as he always did.



When he turned back around, however, he was not prepared for what he saw next.



"Evan?"



The man in question made a small noise that seemed so much louder than it really was and rolled over a bit to eye the owner of the bed he currently laid on. "I thought you were comin\' back sooner." He explained vaguely, his voice rough from sleep. "I was going to apologize, but I couldn\'t hear myself think from you and Skye\'s jabbering so I came in here since it was quiet, and..." He looked down at himself and settled back on his elbows, his eyes shifting away from the redhead in embarrassment. "I must\'ve fallen asleep." He paused to clear his throat. "\'m sorry," He mumbled, moving to get up from the soft bed.



"No, wait," Jessie stopped him, moving over to join Evan on the bed, though he was careful to keep from getting too close, the man\'s words from earlier that day running around his head frantically. "It\'s fine. I wanted to talk with you anyway." He offered, trying to entice Evan to stay around.



Evan nodded then, pulling his legs back up onto the large bed and taking up a rather protective position over by the pillows. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked, sounding genuinely interesting.



Jessie stole a look at Evan and quickly lost his train of thought. "Oh, um..." He trailed off, trying desperately to remember the topic at hand, but his brain was a bit fuzzy. The coffee probably had not kicked in yet. "Oh, I wanted to tell you, that while I\'m..." He stopped, searching for the right word. "...flattered by your...offer, I\'d like to get to know you first, before anything should happen." He nodded to make a point, even if the nod was mostly for his benefit seeing as how he put the message into words rather easily, despite all that worrying.



Evan shook his head and sighed. "I know."



This response startled Jessie, who then looked down at Evan questioningly.



"I don\'t know why I acted how I did down there. Well, no." He stopped himself, his expression going sour. "That\'s a lie."



Jessie tilted his head to the side. "What now?"



"I actually do know why I acted that way, but..." He paused, looking over at Jessie seriously. "I\'m sure you know why, as well." He grimaced. "In any case, that was totally uncalled for, and I want to apologize for what I put you through." His eyes bore into Jessie\'s, looking so hopeful and pleading and hurt.



How could he refuse that?



"It\'s alright." Jessie said finally, and he knew that it was. Both men appeared to have a large weight lifted from their shoulders at that moment, and Evan even managed a small smile.



Jessie let out a breath and inched a bit closer to Evan, reaching out with his left hand - as he was leaning on his right - and grasping Evan\'s free hand. He laced his long fingers with Evan\'s strong ones, and brought the combined fists up to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the back of Evan\'s hand. He felt a smile ghost over his lips, and when he looked at Evan, he could see the kiss had much the same effect on him as well; Evan\'s own smile mimicked Jessie\'s.



"So, what do we do at this point?" Jessie questioned once he realized he would get no clarification besides that smile.



All he received was a shrug. "No idea..." Evan nearly whispered, his eyes off somewhere on the other side of the room. Jessie followed his gaze, but found nothing out of the ordinary, really.



"I would like to get to know you, Evan." Jessie said finally. "Can we talk about something like that? Something about you, possibly?" He still held on to Evan\'s hand, even now that he knew the other man would not remove it anyway.



Evan shrugged again, looking forlorn. "I don\'t like talking about myself. I\'m not an interesting person. I have no particular hobbies. I don\'t have friends I do stupid shit with, unless you count Skye." He smiled softly and continued to look anywhere but at Jessie.



Jessie dared to scoot a bit closer still, moving their hands into his lap and resting them on his thigh. He leaned into Evan\'s shoulder and brought his other hand up to run through the man\'s short hair. "On the contrary, I think you are plenty interesting enough for any single person." He murmured; his soft, almost girlish, but oh so obviously masculine voice drifting into Evan\'s ears like music.



Evan felt the air on his neck and cheek, and shivered a bit at the sensation. He found himself leaning into Jessie in turn, and closing his eyes slowly, taking in the sound of the other man\'s mutterings.



"I think you have many redeeming qualities, Ev." Jessie continued in that same tone of voice, lulling the older man into a state of security. "You just need to let them shine once in a while, is all."



Evan chuckled, rolling his head to rest it on Jessie\'s almost too high shoulder. He opened his eyes. "You sound like Skye when you say things like that," He said, sounding thoughtful.



Jessie only smiled. "That\'s because she\'s right." He continued to pet Evan\'s hair, the softness of it under his fingers was damming. "Why don\'t you want to talk about what\'s going on up here?" He patted Evan\'s head for emphasis. "I mean, you opened up to me earlier, but then you reverted back and I almost feel like I have failed you." He frowned a little, to up the emotions he was trying to evoke, even if, he found, some of them were real.



He really was upset that Evan could not tell him or even Skye about what had gone on in the past, no matter how much they each begged. "It\'s not good to keep this inside, you know. Eventually the stress will get to you and kill you off."



"I was supposed to be dead at one point, remember?" Evan retorted bitterly.



Jessie sighed, making it a point to squeeze Evan\'s hand. "If you were supposed to be dead, you wouldn\'t be here with me tonight." He thought aloud, his voice laced with barely covered concern.



Evan turned to look at Jessie\'s face now, a bit startled at how close they had gotten over the course of the conversation. He tilted his head back a bit to accommodate Jessie\'s height. "Do you think we were supposed to meet?" He asked then, taking Jessie by surprise.



"Well, I can\'t say for sure about...that," He offered, bringing up the clasped hands and kissing Evan\'s knuckles now. "But I do know that I\'m happy you survived all that you did and that I was fortunate enough to at least talk to you, let alone kiss you."



Evan furrowed his brow. "Kiss? But we never-"



He was stopped short rather abruptly from a quick swooping down of Jessie\'s face and a none too gentle crashing of their lips. The kiss was nothing if not awkwardly brilliant and undeniably arousing and utterly confusing all mashed into one meeting of lips. At some point, Evan heard a moan in the air but had no way of telling just who it belonged to, and quite frankly, at that moment, he did not care in the least.



Jessie\'s lips were as soft and plump as they looked, and possibly even more so. The ginger tasted like coffee and some faint spice he could not place, and even if Evan was not a fan of coffee, he found himself drinking up Jessie\'s kisses like the very mana of life itself.



He never knew a single moment of stupid honesty could be so wonderful; never knew a single kiss could draw out so many emotions at once that there would be far too many to ever list them all.



When they finally pulled back for a breath, Evan\'s head spun and he could have sworn he was drunk.



"Jesus," He breathed, his eyes wide and clouded over from lust he did not know was there, lurking in the background. "I haven\'t been kissed like that in...well, in a long long time." Evan whispered against Jessie\'s lips. He felt, rather than saw, the ginger smile.



"Hmm, I\'m not sure if I should say thank you, or you\'re welcome." Evan could hear the laugh in Jessie\'s voice. "But in any case, I\'d have to agree with you." His hand was still in Evan\'s hair, and it ran down the back of his head and attached to his neck, pulling Evan\'s face to a slightly different angle before pressing a chaste kiss to the man\'s lips. He pulled away fully after that and sat back on his haunches, looking down at Evan contemplatively.



It was deathly still in the bedroom for a good several minutes while the two men tried to dissect what just happened. They stared at each other carefully, Evan occasionally licking his lips and catching traces of Jessie on them. Jessie kept picking at his shirt and readjusting his legs on the bed where they were crumpled underneath him.

Finally, it was Evan who broke the silence.



"I thought...you said you wanted to get to know me, first." His voice betrayed him and shook a bit on the \'get to know\' part, making him flush a bit. Jessie felt like Evan was allowing him to see a more vulnerable side, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy.



"Well," Jessie grinned, tracing his own lip. "I\'m pretty sure I know you a bit better after that. Wouldn\'t you say so?" He tilted his head a bit, eyes sparkling in the dimly lit room. The sun had gone down hours ago and now the room was lit with the left over light from a lantern out in the garden, but even that was programmed to go off around nine.



Jessie watched as Evan decided to sink back into the mattress, resting his head behind him on the mass of pillows and moving to watch the ceiling above him, though he closed his eyes to it the moment he was settled. "I guess you could say that, yes." Evan reluctantly agreed, scratching his stomach before he threw up that arm to sling it over his eyes.



After a few more silent minutes, Jessie grinned wildly and lowered himself to his hands and knees and easily straddled over Evan\'s hips without alerting the man of his movements. Being tall is good for things of this matter, Jessie thought smugly. He crawled up over Evan\'s body, pausing once their faces were rather close, and then he lowered himself down carefully, so he did not startle Evan.



Evan gasped, his arm flying off and his eyes opening quickly only to have his vision assaulted with Jessie\'s red head taking up most of his space. "What are you doing?" He asked in a whisper, afraid that anything louder would make this situation even more scandalous.



Jessie chuckled, the low sound still startling Evan as much as it did the night prior, but this time the effect was doubled as he could feel it in his core. Jessie shifted a bit to move his lips to Evan\'s ear. "I\'m...getting to know you." Jessie purred, taking Evan\'s earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it, and it was then that Evan realized how sensitive his ear even was. The ginger\'s hands were suddenly everywhere at once, and Evan realized in embarrassment that he could not help most of the sounds that Jessie milked out from his throat.



When Evan felt warm, slender fingers fight at the edge of his shirt before pushing up under the fabric, he shamefully arched his back to meet the touches, now hyper aware of how long it truly had been since he had any sort of interaction in this manner. He noticed with even more embarrassment that the feeling of Jessie\'s hands on his chest, rubbing and feeling and pinching, coupled with the kisses he gave all along Evan\'s jawline and neck, was having an effect on the older man whether he liked it or not. Though, if he was truthful with himself, he liked it a lot more than he supposed he should.



His groin was pressed up against Jessie\'s stomach, and Evan knew the man had to be stupid to not noticed what he had done to him. When he heard that sinful chuckle again, Evan was certain Jessie had noticed his...problem without fail. "Shit..." Evan cursed, turning his head to the side and pressing his face against the fluffy pillow under him. "...Jess, you gotta stop..." He pleaded, though even to his own ears his voice sounded unconvincing.



He tried to articulate again that they were going too fast, according to Jessie, but then again, wasn\'t it the man in question who was bringing the pace up to this level? Evan was torn, but he knew if he wanted to do the \'right\' thing at that moment, despite what his body might be telling him, he had to stop it.



Evan snaked his arms out from under Jessie and placed them at either side of the man\'s shoulders, pushing him away easily. "Jess, stop." He said again, and this time it sounded a little stronger. When Jessie made and irritated noise and shot him a look, Evan sighed. "If you want to talk to me, then talk to me. But don\'t use...this...as a means to get me to open up, okay? You said you wanted to take it slow, so we\'re going to take it slow."



He had never felt so stupid in all his life for saying something as in this moment, but he had to be firm less there be hurt feelings on Jessie\'s side for letting him go through with things he was not quite ready for, even if his body was also sending out \'Yes!\' signals.



Jessie sat up, his ass resting somewhere on Evan\'s thighs, and huffed. His lips stuck out a bit in a childish and yet somehow attractive pout. "Spoil sport." He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away. Evan pulled himself up a bit on his arms and looked down at himself to assess the damage.



Luckily his problem was pretty hidden by his jeans at the moment, though his shirt was horribly wrinkled and in a completely disheveled state. When he looked over at Jessie, he was surprised to see the previous actions had not left him unaffected as well. Though it was a bit more obvious in his case, seeing as how he was wearing house pants as he had not bothered to get dressed that morning. Evan swallowed thickly upon seeing the evidence of the act that Jessie sported, and when he continued to look, he found himself ridiculously curious.



There was a rather obscene question on the tip of his tongue as his eyes raked over Jessie\'s body, his mind working a mile a minute, but he managed to keep it all inside for a later time. And if they kept up at this pace, he was sure to find out soon enough to fill his interest.



As it were, all this thinking about certain things was not helping him out with his own problem in the least. He frowned and was about to comment on something before Jessie muttered an \'Oh, shit\' and went to hastily push Evan off his mattress with a muttered command of \'Hide under the bed.\'



Even if he was confused and dreadfully horny, Evan managed to pick up on the energy in Jessie\'s voice and quickly did as he was told, suddenly realizing the point once he heard footsteps in the hallway. Above him, he heard Jessie shuffling around and apparently burying himself under the covers. The door creaked open.



"Jess?" Skye\'s soft voice called into the room. "It\'s a bit after seven, so I\'m here to wake you up~" She sing songed before stepping back and shutting the door after herself.



"I\'ll be down in a second!" Jessie called, slinging his feet over the bed and landing them right in front of Evan\'s face.



Evan grinned wickedly and moved to reach out and snatch one of Jessie\'s ankles.



Jessie shot up into the air in a string of curses and flipped himself back up on the bed. A few seconds later, Evan was treated to an upside down view of the ginger\'s face, wearing a frown. "Fuck you. I nearly died." He growled.



Evan rolled his eyes. "Stop being melodramatic and go do whatever it was you needed to do. And you can thank me later for solving your little problem for you." He said smugly.



Jessie raised an eyebrow before the meaning of Evan\'s words sunk in.



"...as I said before, fuck you." He smiled widely at Evan and righted himself again.



Evan felt rather playful, which was new to him. "Mmm, stop saying that, you tease." He said, making his voice go all high pitch and annoying. He could hear Jessie on the other end of the room now, and he began to unwedge himself from under the bed.



"What in the world happened to you? Did I put you in a good mood?" He asked, turning around once he noticed Evan had stood back up.



"I\'m not sure," Evan answered honestly, but soon after that, the urge to be silly drifted away and he felt a bit more like himself again. Odd.



"Huh," Jessie offered, quirking a brow at Evan before running a hand through his hair and moving towards the door. "I\'m going to cook dinner. You wanna help?" He asked.



Evan thought about this for a moment. He was able to count the number of legitimate meals he had cooked since he moved on one hand. "Yeah, sure." He smiled along with Jessie as they made their way down the hall.



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A/N: Gah, sorry this took so long to get out. Kept forgetting to update this. D: