Previously published by Torquere Press, this short story is now available as a free read. Enjoy!
Blurb
Drew and Evan have been best
friends since college, but Drew has been pining for Evan ever since they met.
Physicist Drew and actor Evan are complete opposites in almost everything, but
somehow they fit together in a way that makes perfect sense. When a terrible
thunderstorm hits, they end up at Drew’s place completely soaked and freezing.
While they wait out the storm, can some reminiscing about the past and a little
help from Mother Nature be all it takes for true feelings to be revealed and
for these friends to become lovers?
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Forces of Nature
Drew took another sip of his latte and stared at the screen
of his laptop, pleased with the progress he'd made on his thesis. Sometimes a
change of scenery was all that was needed to make the work seem easier. That,
and a strong cup of caffeine. The small café was buzzing with activity, and
though he often liked simple peace and quiet when he worked, occasionally he
needed to get out of his apartment, away from the stacks of textbooks and
journal articles, in order to kick start his brain.
It was Evan who had suggested that he try writing in the
coffee shop. At first, he'd been dubious. Why would moving to a public location
help his theory of using new ways to measure atmospheric pressure to more
accurately predict weather systems come to fruition more easily? But, like all
of Evan's ideas, it had been spot on. Lately he'd found himself more and more
frequently sitting at his favorite table, sipping his favorite caffeinated
beverage, muscling his thesis to completion.
He and Evan were best friends and had met in college. Or,
more to the point, Evan had burst into his life like a bolt of lightening,
electrifying him to his core. Drew remembered it like it was yesterday, even
though he was now nearing completion of his PhD in physics, and Evan was trying
to make it as an actor. Drew had been sitting in the large lecture hall
freshman year, waiting for class to begin. Introduction to Physics had been a
large class, over a hundred students. Drew had placed himself somewhere in the
middle of the lecture theater, somewhere he could blend in. He'd never been a
fan of standing out. It wasn't that he went through life hiding, but he never
did anything to call attention to himself. Even though he was relatively tall,
a little over six feet, he had non-descript medium brown hair, and a
lean-to-average build. He wasn't the kind of guy who got noticed a lot. That's
what made that first day of class so surprising. Drew was noticed by him.
Evan had breezed into the lecture hall thirty seconds before
class was supposed to start. The professor had made his way to the podium and
was busy rustling his lecture notes, getting ready to begin. But Evan had
walked in like he owned the place. Not in an arrogant or conceited way, but in
a way which exuded some self-confidence on a higher level, almost as if he just
didn't notice that almost the entire class had turned to look at the slight
boy, with long, jet-black hair, wearing jeans that looked painted on, a tight
purple shirt, and a light, silvery scarf around his neck, sashaying into the
room.
Drew was one of the people staring. Sure, the clothes were
hard to miss, but it wasn't the clothes that had held his attention. It was the
face. Evan had delicate, almost elfin features, made paler by the frame of
black hair and his eyes were the most piercing ice blue Drew had ever seen. So
piercing that he had been able to make them out even sitting halfway back in
the room. It was then that Drew realized those eyes were fixed directly on him.
It was also in that moment that he had to remind himself to breathe.
Drew had watched as the blue eyes had made their way closer
to him, now kept company by a brilliant smile on that beautiful face, until the
boy was standing in front of the empty seat next to him.
"Anyone sitting here?"
He had already sat down, smile never leaving his face, and
had begun to dig out a notebook and pen from his bag before Drew had even been
able to grunt out a noise that resembled a 'no.'
A small hand was extended. "Hi. I'm Evan."
"Drew." He somehow found his voice as he shook the
almost fragile-looking hand, afraid he might bruise it if he gripped too hard,
and attempted to will his eyes to stop bugging out of his head.
"Lovely to meet you. I certainly hope you know more
about physics than I do. Science, math, and I have always have had something
resembling a tortured relationship. The only reason I'm in this class is to get
my science requirement out of the way. I'm going to major in theater. I want to
be an actor. But requirements are requirements and, trust me, I whined enough
to the nice lady in the registrar's office and apparently they are completely non-negotiable."
Drew couldn't do anything but sit in stunned silence as Evan
continued his steady stream of chatter, voice practically lilting, never
seeming to come up for air, as he unwound the scarf from around this neck, and
smoothed his hair with his fingers.
"So, I know we just met, but if you in any way resemble
a physics genius, you are going to become my new best friend." Evan beamed
at him, and Drew's entire world lit up.
"I want to major in physics, actually," he heard
himself say, never happier to be a complete nerd who loved physics.
"Oh, my hero!" Evan proceeded to give his arm a
squeeze, which produced thunderbolts throughout his entire body. "I just
knew you were the right person to sit next to. I just knew."
In that moment, Drew wouldn't have cared if Evan had only wanted him for his knowledge of physics, but
something about the way Evan had said it made Drew feel special, which wasn't
something he felt very often.
Halfway through the class, Drew had his head bent over his
page of notes, forcing himself to concentrate on the lecture instead of the boy
sitting next to him. It became harder when he felt Evan's shoulder press
against his as he leaned over and began to write in the margin of his notebook.
The words 'Do you think that's the prof's real hair, or a toupee?' emerged in purple ink.
Even when Drew wasn't helping him with his physics homework,
Evan always found excuses to stop by his dorm room. They would just hang out,
or go out for coffee, or sometimes Drew would let Evan drag him to the frat
parties he detested so much. Evan would even act out entire plays for him,
playing all the parts himself, until he would flop onto the floor, breathless,
laughing too hard to go on.
After the first exam of the semester had been passed back,
Drew had been unconcerned with his own perfect score and had waited with baited
breath, watching Evan's face scanning his own exam.
"A 'B,' I got a 'B!'" Evan had thrown his arms around
Drew’s neck and squeezed tightly. "And it's all because of you! What would
I do without you? Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Then Drew felt plush lips pressed against his cheek. That's
when he knew he was completely in love with Evan.
They were complete opposites in almost everything. Yet, they
seemed to go together in a way that made perfect sense, even if it defied all
types of logic. Drew stopped trying to figure it out after the first few weeks
of them knowing each other. Unlike his studies in physics, it just didn't seem
important to try to understand the rationale behind it. Evan wanted to spend
his time with Drew, and that was enough.
Drew had always been insanely studious. So, it didn't matter
that he was already acing his classes by the time final exams rolled around. He
still found himself sequestered away in the library studying on a Saturday
night. That's when Evan appeared at the side of his study cubicle, hands on
hips, looking like he meant business.
"No more studying. You don't need to. I promise you
will get 'A's in all your classes! But, more importantly, it's Saturday night.
We are going to go have some fun!"
Drew wasn't given time to argue. His things had been shoved
into his bag and Evan had grabbed his hand and quite literally dragged him out
of the library. They had gone back to Evan's room and drunk copious amounts of
vodka, watched silly movies, and laughed until they cried. Drew had never had a
more fun night and he'd still gotten stellar marks on all his final exams. That
was when he knew he needed Evan.
However, Evan always had a string of boyfriends, all
completely different from Drew in both looks and demeanor. Near the end of
college, Drew had even gotten a boyfriend of his own. Anthony had seemed to be
a practical choice in a boyfriend. They were both interested in physics and
completely analytical in how they viewed the world. Anthony had also helped
Drew ignore what his heart truly desired. The relationship had run its course,
and Drew hadn't been particularly upset when it had ended. It just gave him
that much more time to spend with Evan. But he always kept his unrequited love
locked away. Though as best friends they might have shared everything else,
what he felt for Evan had always been something he had been far too terrified to
voice. The thought of losing Evan's friendship was too horrifying to imagine.
***
Drew's reminiscing was brought to a halt when there was a
clap of thunder outside. The irony was not lost on him that he had been too
busy writing about the physics of severe weather systems to have noticed the
darkening sky and harsh winds picking up outside. He hurriedly put his laptop
in his bag and tugged on his coat, hoping he'd be able to beat the rain home.
He knew Evan would have had a clever quip about a storm emerging because he had
been thinking too hard about atmospheric pressure.
Evan. Shit. Drew
looked at his watch. Double shit.
He had completely lost track of time. Evan was supposed to drop by his place
after his audition for an off-off-off Broadway play. It was 3:34. Evan had said he would be by at 3:30. Drew
glanced up again at the window and grimaced as the first drops of rain began to
fall. Evan would be standing outside his building, getting soaked. And Evan hated storms. Drew bolted from the café and began to jog
down the street. At least he lived close by.
Five minutes later, the sky had really opened up as he
skidded to a stop in front of his door and found a completely soaked and pissed
off Evan huddling under the poor excuse for eaves the building afforded,
punching at the buttons on his phone. No doubt about to call him.
"Fuck you!" Evan's teeth chattered. His black
hair, which was shorter now, and curved stylishly in layers near his jawbone,
curled and matted against his face. "Where have you been? I'm wet and
freezing and I just saw a bolt of lightening!"
"Shit, I'm so sorry, Ev." Drew dug out his keys
and hustled them inside. "I got caught up with work and completely lost
track of time. My bad."
The silent treatment he received as they squelched their way
up the three flights of stairs confirmed for Drew that he was in no way
forgiven for his transgression. After they had both tumbled in the front door
of his apartment, Drew took a moment to assess the situation. They were both
completely soaked from head to toe. They needed to get warm and then get
changed before they both caught their death.
Evan fumbled with his thin, cotton jacket, pealing it off
his frame and dropping it on the floor. He still looked completely pissed off,
and he shivered violently. Drew tried not to think about how sexy he looked
with water droplets running down his face and his black T-shirt clinging to his
chest, or how adorable he always looked when he pouted.
"Ev? Why don't you go take a hot shower and I'll find
you something warm to wear. Then I'll fix us something hot to drink, okay?"
"What about you?"
"Huh?"
"You'll need a hot shower, too. I mean, I'm still
completely mad at you and everything, but that doesn't mean I want you to die
of pneumonia." He gave a huff and crossed his arms over his chest, not
able to stop his constant shivering.
Drew had to smile. Evan had always had a bit of a temper,
but they had always been virtually incapable of staying mad at each other for
very long. He felt the side of his mouth quirk up into a half smile.
"Thanks for being so concerned about my well-being,"
he replied dryly. "Fine. You shower first. Then I will."
He found he was almost shaking uncontrollably now from the
cold and wet. He struggled out of his own jacket and started to make his way
toward his bedroom to find the warmest possible clothes for the both of them.
Evan sighed and rolled his eyes.
"This is just silly. You're just as cold as I am."
He yanked off his sodden T-shirt and reached for Drew's hand. "We'll just
hop in the shower together. No biggie. We both need to get warm before the
hypothermia sets in."
"Uh." Drew was rendered speechless for moment as
he took in the half-naked form in front of him. The idea of both of them naked
in his small shower cubicle was enough to cause his brain to short circuit.
Evan rolled his eyes again. "Come on. We've been best friends for eight years. This really isn't a big deal."
Perhaps it wasn't a big deal for Evan, he'd always been so
comfortable with his body, but for Drew it was a very big deal. Even though he was frozen to the bone, he
was pretty sure his nether regions wouldn't behave themselves if he had to
endure the sweet torture of being naked in the shower with Evan, even if it was
for completely innocent purposes.
He'd seen Evan in various states of undress. It hadn't taken
Drew very long, once they'd become friends, to understand that Evan felt just
as comfortable naked as he did with clothes on. He'd always changed in front of
Drew or walked around in nothing but a towel. Calling Evan's body perfection
didn't quite cover it.
No. There was no way Drew could get in the shower with him.
"Um, no. I'll be fine. You go. I'll... um, I'm just
going to find you some clothes." Drew stumbled over his words as he made
his way toward his bedroom. "You know where the towels are."
As he walked quickly away, he couldn't help but notice the
flash of hurt that crossed Evan's face.
Drew took deep breathes and tried not to think too hard
about Evan naked under hot streams of water as he rummaged in his closet for
clothes. Everything would be huge on Evan, but at least he would be warm. Drew
pulled out his warmest pair of sweatpants, a polar fleece hooded sweatshirt and
a pair of woolen socks and laid them out on his bed. He made his way toward the
kitchen, still in drenched clothes, and put some water on to boil. He held his
hands over the burner for a few seconds, rubbing them together, trying to get
some feeling back into his fingers, before placing the kettle over it. Just as
he walked back into the living room Evan emerged from the bathroom in nothing
but a towel.
"Feel better?"
Evan gave a weak smile. "A little."
"I put some clothes out for you in my room." He
walked ahead of Evan, back into the bedroom to grab some fresh clothes for
himself. "And I put the kettle on, so there should be hot water in a few
minutes. You know where the cocoa is, so help yourself."
Evan gave a nod, acknowledging that he heard, as he reached
for the clothes that had been laid out for him. Drew quickly exited the room
with an armful of clothes for himself, unsure if his hurry was to get into the
shower, or to get out of the room before Evan pulled the towel away from his
body.
The hot water felt wonderful against his freezing skin, but
he didn't dally too long. He wanted to make sure Evan was getting warm and that
he had found everything he needed in the kitchen. It was Drew's fault, after
all, that Evan had been caught out in the rain. He had always been
over-protective of Evan. Probably because he thought he might die if anything
happened to his friend.
When Drew emerged from the bathroom in warm sleep pants and
a sweatshirt from college, he found two mugs of cocoa sitting on the coffee
table in the living room and Evan curled up on the couch, wrapped up in the
quilt from his bed. Evan looked up when he entered the room.
"Hope you don't mind I commandeered your comforter."
His elfin smirk was back, and he had made Drew a hot
beverage, too. His anger must be waning. It was then that Drew noticed the
notebook Evan was flipping through. His living room was often a dumping ground
for his research materials for his thesis, but it seemed unlikely that Evan
would willingly pick-up anything having to do with physics.
"I can't believe you kept this." A wistful smile
graced Evan's face as he flipped another page.
Drew cocked his head to the side and moved to sit beside Evan,
trying to figure out what was holding his friend's attention. When he got a
good look at what Evan held in his hands Drew silently sucked in his breath. Of
course he had kept it. It was his notebook from freshman year physics. He hadn't
meant to leave it out. It had been in a pile of old journal articles he had
been going through and he hadn't been able to stop himself from reminiscing.
Each page held written conversations between the two of them in the margins.
Sometimes they had written about the senile professor, other times they had
conversed about plans for the weekend, and sometimes they had just written
silly little nothings to pass the time. That notebook contained a semester's
worth of memories with Evan. That notebook was the beginning of their
friendship.
"Yeah, well, I pretty much keep everything." He
gave off a nervous chuckle. "I found it last week when I was digging
through some old school stuff."
Evan smiled at him and glanced down one more time at the
pages in front of him, before carefully tossing the notebook aside. He curled
himself further into the corner of the sofa, and then lifted up the edge of the
comforter, inviting Drew beneath its warmth.
"Thanks." He pulled the comforter over his lap and
up around his chest. "And thanks for the cocoa." He reached forward
and picked up the mug in front of him. The warmth seeping into his hands felt
good.
"You're welcome." Evan reached for his own mug and
took a sip.
"How are you feeling? Warm?"
"Eh, getting there I suppose. Still a little cold."
Evan wrapped his hands more tightly around his mug.
Drew wound an arm around Evan and rubbed his hand up and
down Evan's arm. Evan leaned in to his touch. Evan had always been a tactile
being. In the beginning, Drew had often been caught off guard by Evan's hugs
and kisses on the cheek, but it soon became a pattern between the two of them,
and even though it had never gone any farther, they had never shied away from
being close. It felt good. Comfortable.
"I'm really, really sorry." Drew felt the need to
reemphasize.
"S'okay. At least you got wet, too." Evan
snickered up at him. "And I'm sorry I was bitchy about it. You know how I
feel about thunderstorms."
"I know." Drew gave his shoulder a squeeze and
then smiled. "You know what would really warm us up?"
"What?"
"If our cocoa was spiked."
Evan laughed his infectious, almost dirty sounding laugh. "You
know I'll never say no to a little alcohol."
Drew began to move out from beneath the comforter.
"No, you stay. I'll get it. I know where you keep it.
Amaretto?" Evan always knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Sounds perfect. Thanks, Ev."
Evan gave him a smile and struggled up off the sofa and out
of his comforter cocoon.
"Hang on, wait a sec."
Drew got up and moved to where Evan was standing in the
middle of the room.
"I've already been responsible for you getting
drenched. I'm not going to be responsible for you tripping and falling on your
face." He nodded in the direction of the extra foot of sweatpants Evan was
standing on.
He smirked as he got on his knees and began to roll up the
bottom of Evan's pants. Evan gave a long-suffering sigh, but Drew saw the
twitch of his lips. He was trying so hard not to laugh. Drew smiled softly and
applied the same treatment to the other pant leg.
"Thanks, Mom."
They shared a grin before Evan continued on his way to the
kitchen. After adding a liberal dose to each mug, Evan snuggled back under the
comforter and took a sip.
"Ahh. Now, that really hits the spot." He shot
Drew a cheeky grin.
"Alcoholic." Drew smirked into this own mug.
"Screw you!" Evan's foot shoved into the side of
his leg, almost making him spill his drink.
"Hey, watch it!" He laughed.
They spent several minutes in amicable silence, sipping at
their drinks, letting the final chills from earlier escape their bodies, before
Drew broke the silence.
"So, how was your audition?"
Evan's face lit up. "It went really well! I mean, you
never know until the cast list is up, but I felt really good about it."
"That's awesome! When will you know anything?"
"They said in about a week. The director seems like a
nice guy and seemed to like the scene I read for, so fingers crossed."
"Well, you know I'll be there front row center."
"Thanks." Evan smiled at him over the top of his mug.
"I have a good feeling about this one because the part I read for is
described as a 'slight man with almost feminine features.'" Evan made air
quotes with his free hand.
"Well, that sounds very promising."
Drew knew that Evan had to withstand a lot of frustration
when it came to getting good parts due to his looks. He barely made it above
five foot six and he did have very feminine features. Directors had told him in
the past that he lacked the required stature and masculinity needed for certain
roles. In the acting world, Evan's beauty was often his curse, but Drew knew
Evan was an amazing actor. Perhaps he was biased, but he never ceased to be
floored by Evan's performances. The way he was able to throw himself into a
role, completely embodying the character he was playing, quite literally took Drew's
breath away. It was one of the things he admired the most about Evan. Evan was
so artistic, creative and imaginative, whereas Drew was completely analytic and
scientific in all that he did. Evan always helped him see things in a different
way. Maybe that was why they worked so well together. They balanced each other
out.
Evan turned to look out the large window before standing up
and walking toward it, all but pressing his face to the glass. The rain was
lashing against the pane. And, though it was hard to see past the torrents of
water coming down, trees were swaying violently in the distance. Drew stood
after a moment and walked over.
"It's really bad, huh?"
Evan jumped a little at the sound of his voice. "Yeah."
Evan had always been odd about storms. Drew knew they
terrified him. He had been witness to Evan diving into bed and pulling the
covers over his head on multiple occasions during thunderstorms. But they
seemed to fascinate him as much as they scared him. Drew had never quite known
why.
"You never told me why storms scare you so much."
Still staring out the window, Evan gave off a thoughtful
sigh.
"I wish I had a good explanation. It's not like I have
some traumatizing tale from my past about getting caught in one or something. I
guess they were just always so mysterious to me. These crazy forces of nature
smiting the world." He chuckled softly. "It's like Mother Nature got
pissed off and is taking it out on us."
Drew had to laugh at that. Evan always did have a way of
putting things.
"Well, thunderstorms basically occur when a warm, moist
air front collides with a cold air front and, if there is enough instability in
the atmosphere, then lightning and thunder can be present..."
"You and your physics!" Evan cut him off. "You're
going to take all the mystery out of it!"
"Hey, I was only trying to help! I thought if you
understood them better, maybe you wouldn't be such a baby about them." He
poked Evan playfully in the back.
"I'm not a baby about them! Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a baby." He turned his head to throw Drew
a conceding look. "But that doesn't mean I want to know the science behind
how they form. I know it's your life's work and everything." Drew could
feel Evan smirking. "But I prefer to think of a pissed off Mother Nature
instead."
At that moment, there was a huge crash of thunder that sent
Evan reeling back into Drew, giving off a very un-masculine squeaking noise in
the process.
Drew laughed and steadied Evan with his arms going around
his friend's waist.
"Well, something must have really pissed her off."
His arms stayed firmly around Evan, and he hoped it could be
passed off as nothing more than a comforting gesture. Since Evan remained
leaning against him, he decided to revel in the closeness and not move an inch.
He felt Evan breathe in and out against his chest.
"You okay?" he murmured.
"Yeah. Thanks."
They stayed like that for another moment, staring out at the
darkened sky and the havoc being wreaked on the world below them. When Evan
opened his mouth again, Drew was wholly unprepared for what he heard.
"Do you think I'm ugly?"
"What?" His eyes bugged out of his head. Since
Evan was facing forward, Drew had no chance to read his face. "Of course
not! Why would you think that?"
Evan fidgeted in his arms, obviously agitated. "Earlier,
when I said we should just jump in the shower together. You couldn't run away
fast enough."
"I... I just..." He couldn't even think straight.
He couldn't possibly tell Evan the real reason. "It had nothing to do with
how you look. I mean... I just... I took my shower right after you... I don't..."
"Whatever. It's fine." Evan pushed his arms away
and walked toward the kitchen, never turning to look at Drew.
Drew stood rooted in place, completely in shock, before he
forced his body into motion and followed Evan. When he walked into the kitchen,
he found Evan facing away from him, arms gripping the countertop with his head
bent down, wavy strands of his almost-dried hair hanging into his face.
"Ev?" Drew walked carefully up behind him. "Please,
talk to me. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm just being stupid. Don't mind me."
He gave off a small laugh, but Drew could hear it was strained.
"No, you're not okay. You're obviously upset. Was it
really the shower thing, or is it something else?"
He wanted to reach out and turn Evan around. Evan's face was
an open book, his emotions always written in his eyes. But Drew decided against
it and gave him his space. Drew's heart thumped in his chest; he didn’t have a
clue what was going on.
"Oh, fuck it. I can't do this anymore." Evan
turned suddenly, lifting his head up to look at Drew.
Drew sucked in his breath when he saw tears threatening to
escape Evan's bright blue eyes.
"I thought that maybe I just wasn't your type, that you
didn't think I was attractive, and that's why we've only ever been just
friends. And I guess the shower thing basically confirmed that for me."
"Huh?" Drew tried to process what he was hearing,
but his brain just didn't compute.
Evan rolled his eyes and angrily swiped at them with his
hand. "We've been best friends for eight years. I thought maybe one day..."
He looked everywhere but directly at Drew. "Well, doesn't matter now. I
was wrong. It's okay. I'm just... I’m just gonna go."
"Wait!" Drew got his brain working again and
grabbed Evan's arm before Evan had time to bolt past him. Seeing his usually
self-assured and confident best friend floundering was disconcerting. "You
wanted to be more than friends? All this time?"
Evan looked embarrassed and terrified and like he might flee
the scene at any moment, but Drew kept a hand on his arm to make sure that didn't
happen. This was too important.
"Well... yes." Evan spoke in almost a whisper, but
the sound of the words thundered in Drew's ears.
"Why?" He couldn't help himself. It was the first
thing that tumbled from his mouth.
Evan rolled his eyes again. "For someone who's so
smart, you're pretty stupid sometimes." He took a deep breath and locked
eyes with Drew. "Who else would have sat beside me for hours on end
freshman year, explaining physics principles to me a thousand times before I
understood them? Who else would promise to be front row center for every play I've ever been in and actually meant it? Who the hell would put up with me when I'm
terrified of a thunderstorm and not laugh their ass off? No one else but you."
If there had been a feather, Drew could have been knocked
over with it. He thought he had been standing out on a limb all by himself. As
it turned out, he had had company. It was almost too much to process. Instead
of returning Evan's sentiments, Drew's stupid mouth continued to have a mind of
its own.
"Why did you sit next me the first day of class? Why
did you choose me?" He stared at Evan, trying to tell himself that this
was real.
"It was your eyes. I could tell just by looking at you
that you were going to be the most brilliant person to ever come into my life.
It was like..." He looked up at the ceiling, as if searching for the right
words. "If I could be near you, then maybe I could be amazing too."
Drew swallowed hard. "You could tell all that just by
looking at me from across a room?"
Evan smiled gently. "You know I always pride myself on
being able to read people. And I wasn't wrong about you. Your big, brown eyes
told the truth."
All logic and rational thought dissipated from his brain.
Drew brought his hand up and cupped Evan's jaw, his thumb brushing against Evan's
bottom lip. Evan sucked in his breath at the touch.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?"
Drew looked deep into Evan's eyes, making sure his words were registering. "That's
why I couldn't shower with you. I was petrified it would become all too obvious
how I felt about you. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
This time, when Evan sucked in his breath, it was audible.
"Will you do me a favor?" Evan's voice was
trembling.
"What's that?" Drew's voice was unsteady as well.
It was all so surreal. His fantasy was coming true.
"Shut up and kiss me."
He had to laugh as he held Evan's face with both his hands.
He leaned down, pausing for a split second to relish the moment, before
pressing his lips against Evan's. Electric shocks radiated throughout his body.
In that soft, almost chaste press of lips, he knew with absolute certainty this
was the most perfect pair of lips he could ever kiss.
Drew pulled back and their eyes met. Need and want radiated
between them. Then Evan's arms were around his neck, their bodies were pressed
together, and Evan's plush, full lips attached once more to his. Evan's lips
parted and Drew felt Evan's tongue tentatively tracing his bottom lip. He
wrapped his arms tighter around Evan and opened up to the tongue that was so
eagerly in pursuit of his own. He couldn't help but match Evan's moan as their
tongues twined together, caressing desperately. Talking was no longer
necessary. Drew pulled Evan away from the counter and began to move them in the
direction of his bedroom as their mouths repeatedly crashed together.
Once inside Drew's bedroom, Evan disentangled himself and
stepped back, his eyes focused intently on Drew, and began to silently disrobe.
First his chest came into view as the heavy polar fleece became a puddle on the
floor. Then his thumbs hooked into his waistband and pants and underwear were
pushed down simultaneously. Evan's eyes never left Drew's, not even when he
reached down to yank off his woolen socks.
Drew's heart rate increased to the point of almost bursting
from his chest as he stared at Evan in all his glory, fully naked. Drew took in
his pale, smooth, slender form, his jutting hipbones, and his already fully-erect
cock lying flat against his abdomen. In Drew's eyes, Evan was perfection
incarnate.
"You are so beautiful."
Drew continued to stare, knowing he could never get tired of
looking at Evan. The fact that his best friend and soon-to-be lover was
standing in front of him naked, and wanting him, boggled his mind.
Evan closed his eyes and smiled. "Now you."
Drew grinned and began to frantically tear at his own
clothing, suddenly feeling like a teenager about to get laid for the first
time, desperate and horny and wanting to do everything all at once with Evan.
As soon as his last article of clothing was removed, it was as if a dam burst
and he and Evan were pressed tightly together. Their mouths devoured each other
as their hands frantically explored every inch of skin within reach. They
stumbled backward toward the bed and Drew grasped Evan around the waist to hoist
him up onto it before crawling over him and covering Evan's body with his own.
The moans and cries echoing from Evan's mouth only increased
Drew's passion as he pressed his hips against Evan's. Their arousals rubbed
together and created delicious friction. Drew couldn't get enough. His hands
roamed over Evan's body and his lips connected with Evan's neck and collarbone.
He needed to taste Evan everywhere. His mouth moved lower, nibbling and licking
at Evan's tiny pink nipples, making Evan arch and writhe beneath him. Drew
continued to move lower, tracing a path with his tongue over the taught
stomach. He looked up to lock eyes with his lover. Evan's hands were running
through his hair and over his shoulders and his face radiated such lust and
adoration. Drew couldn't believe it was him who was making Evan feel this way,
that it was his touch that was making Evan quake beneath him.
Evan's high-pitched and breathy moans were the most
beautiful things he had ever heard as he closed his lips around the head of Evan's
cock and began to suck his lover deep into his mouth. Taking in Evan's musky
scent, tasting his utter desire, invaded all of Drew's senses. Drew ran his
hands over Evan’s slim thighs and around his hipbones, continuing to suck him
towards oblivion.
Evan clawed at the back of his neck and pulled on his hair,
uttering unintelligible cries of passion. Drew looked up and saw his head
thrown back, eye shut, and mouth open, in an unselfconscious display of
complete pleasure.
"Drew." Evan panted hard and pulled at his
shoulders. "Please, not gonna last... in me, please... I need you in me."
Drew couldn't speak. He leaned over and fumbled in his
nightstand for condoms and lube, as Evan's words washed over him like a tidal
wave. This was happening. He was having sex with his best friend. His hands
began to tremble and he dropped the tube and condom packet next to them on the
bed. He stared at Evan, suddenly frozen.
"What's wrong?" Evan's small fingers petted and
soothed against his neck, his eyes huge and blue and completely expressive.
"I... I love you. Before we do this, I need you to know
that." The words tumbled from his mouth in a somewhat blunt delivery, but
truer words had never been spoken.
Drew watched Evan's eyes fill with tears as the slender
hands came up to stroke his face.
"And I'm in love with you. Now, make love to me."
The deluge continued outside, but for two people it didn't
matter in the slightest. Evan's thighs fell apart in complete abandonment and his
hands clutched at fistfuls of bedding as Drew slipped one, and then two lube-coated
fingers inside his body, slowly and reverently stroking and stretching the
sinfully tight muscle. Drew forced himself to take his time, wanting to
remember every single detail, wanting to make Evan feel perfect.
"Oh, fuck, Drew! Now. I need you inside me now!"
Evan's face was flushed, wavy strands of his hair fanned out over the pillow, and
his hips bucked, forcing Drew's fingers even deeper inside.
Drew sat up and, with shaky fingers, rolled on the condom
and coated his length with lube, moaning at the touch. He positioned himself
over Evan, giving his lover a deep, soul-searching kiss, before guiding himself
to Evan's entrance, and slowing pushing past the tight ring of muscle. They
moaned in unison, eyes locked together, as Drew continued to press farther into
Evan's body, until he was seated deep within his lover.
"Perfect." Evan's voice almost came out as a sob. "You're
perfect."
Drew stilled to give him a moment to adjust. Evan's
impossibly tight heat engulfed him and gripped him like a vise. Drew knew
without a doubt that being inside Evan was the most incredible thing he could
ever hope to experience. He smiled down at Evan, brushing away a strand of hair
from his eyes.
"I'm not perfect." Drew captured his lips in kiss.
Evan sucked on his bottom lip. "Yes, you are. You're
perfect to me." Evan gazed at him and Evan's hips tilted up, forcing him
that much deeper inside. "Move, please... I'm ready."
Drew let out a groan of pleasure as he began to slowly rock
back and forth. Evan's arms tightened around him and pulled him back down, lips
and tongues conveying wordlessly their love for each other. Drew pressed in and
out of Evan's perfect body in long, deep strokes. He had never felt so much in
his life.
Evan's neck arched, baring the sensitive flesh of his
throat, as he cried out with each stroke. Drew could feel his orgasm building
in the pit of his stomach. Evan's muscles clenched and fluttered around him and
Evan's fingers dug into his back. He reached between them and gripped Evan's
cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Evan's cries only grew louder, his
hips meeting Drew's every thrust, as they both raced toward completion.
A huge bolt of lightening lit up the sky, bathing the room
in light. Evan didn't even flinch. His eyes were fixed on Drew's. Drew stroked
Evan twice more and felt his muscles clamp down. Evan cried out, sobbing, as he
coated Drew's hand with his release. Watching Evan's face as he came pushed
Drew over the edge. He thrust once more and his entire body exploded in waves
of bliss. He called out Evan's name as he came inside his lover. He slumped
forward onto Evan, their chests hewing against each other's as they both
regained their breath.
Once Drew could move, he slowly pulled out of Evan,
discarded the condom and flopped onto his back. Before he could turn, he felt
Evan curl into his side, throwing one arm over his chest, face nuzzling into
his neck. Drew wrapped his arms around Evan, pulling him as close as possible,
trying to regain some of his mental faculties.
"That was... I never..." He couldn't even form
words.
"I know. Me, too."
Evan lifted his face from the crook of Drew's neck to look
at him. On Evan's flushed, sated face there was a look of such love and
devotion Drew knew Evan understood everything he'd meant to say.
"Love you."
"Love you, too, Drew."
They kissed slowly and lovingly before Evan rested his head
once again on Drew's chest, closing his eyes.
"Thank God for the forces of nature," were Evan's
last words before he fell asleep, the sound of the rain still pummeling the
windows in the background.
***
Drew woke the next morning and looked down at the beautiful,
sleeping body he held in his arms, huddled so close to him, limbs clinging to
him impossibly tightly. He turned his head to look out the window. The sun was
breaking through the clouds and fog. There was even a rainbow. He smiled.
Mother Nature was appeased and all was right with the world.
© 2010 Lily Grace
