...Bart made it back to Evan’s house in just over five minutes and decided it was a small miracle he hadn’t gotten pulled over for a speeding ticket. At first, he’d just wanted to get out of the house and away from Ronnie, but the closer he got to Evan, the more he wanted to be with the blond god.

He pulled up to the curb in front of Evan’s home and the front door opened. Evan stepped outside to greet him. He wore only a pair of sweats and Bart could make out the smattering of gold chest hairs under the dim streetlights.

Bart walked around the car to where Evan stood and without overthinking things, threw his arms around Evan and kissed him, right there on the street. Or the sidewalk really.

Evan’s lips were unyielding at first, but after only a few seconds of Bart crushing his lips over Evan’s, they softened and took over the kiss. Evan’s arms circled Bart’s waist. When he was pretty close to crawling up Evan’s body, he drew back.

“Sorry, got a little carried away.”

Evan touched his forehead to Bart’s and smiled. “You can get carried away anytime.” And then he was kissing Bart again. Over and over. Tongues twisted, tasting, exploring. Bart’s cock strained painfully against the crotch of his jeans. Good God, pretty soon he’d be coming just from the kissing.

Breaking the kiss once more, Evan gasped. “Fuck. We’d better move this inside, babe, or the neighbors will be calling the cops on us.”

Bart just nodded and allowed Evan to grab his hand and pull him into the house. The house was quiet and dark except for a hall light just inside the front door and an overhead light that lit the stairs leading up to the second floor. Evan flicked off the light in the hall without pausing and tugged Bart up the stairs. Out of breath already from the all-consuming kisses, Bart did his best to keep up with the athletic man.

When they were inside Evan’s bedroom, Evan closed the door and twisted the lock before crushing Bart to the closest wall, his mouth overtaking Bart’s once more. He clutched Evan’s bare shoulders as Evan ground his erection into Bart’s. He was so fucking hard, he was nearly light-headed from it.

He was vaguely aware of Evan yanking his jeans and briefs down enough to expose his cock before feeling a large hand jerking him. With expert strokes, Evan had him desperate and shaking in seconds. Hell, it never felt so good when he jerked himself off.

Evan’s lips strayed away from his already swollen lips to nip at the pulse of Bart’s throat. He leaned his head back as the wave of a powerful orgasm hit him, cum covering Evan’s long fingers. His whole body shook with the force of coming.

Once more Evan’s mouth was on his and it was all just a bit overwhelming. He hadn’t ever come with anyone else. It had always been with only his own hand and only rarely given his living arrangements. His one disastrous night with Parker he’d not had an orgasm.

Evan broke the kiss and pushed him toward his private bathroom. He had a brief thought about how cool it must be to be rich, but then it flew from his mind when Evan reached inside the enormous glass shower to turn on the shower spray.

Bart titled his head to look at Evan. “Are we going to take a shower?”

“Yes, we’re going to have shower sex. Trust me, Bart. You’ll like it.”

And before he could stop him, or think to stop him, Evan had pulled Bart’s T-shirt off over his head. Evan froze, his previously grinning, lecherous expression slipping from his face to be replaced with horror.