Page 65 of Every November

“What are you thinking about?” Evan nudges me gently, reaching over to rest his hand on my thigh, offering me comfort.

“Nothing. Sorry,” I mutter.

“Don’t apologize. I just want you to know, I’m here if you want to talk about anything.”

I try to keep my face neutral, but those words mean more than he’ll ever know. I’ve never really had anyone in my corner, apart from Josh and Dr. Patel, but I don’t think she counts since I pay her.

“Thanks,” I say, which is nowhere near enough.

“Five more minutes?” he asks, already answering his own question by tucking himself further into my side, head finding the spot on my chest that’s apparently become his.

“Yeah,” I agree, even though we both know it’ll be closer to twenty, but if he’s not in any rush, I’m not either.

We lie there tangled together, his leg hooked over mine, my hand tracing slow, absent patterns along his spine, and neither of us says anything else for a while because the space doesn’t need filling. I never understood before how silence with someone could feel like its own kind of conversation and comfort, but it does with him.

Eventually his stomach growls, breaking the quiet, and he groans into my chest.

“Again? Really?”

“Feed me.” He laughs, propping himself up, all traces of the heaviness from a few minutes ago tucked away for now.

“Alright, let’s go to the kitchen.” I smile at him as I pull the comforter back.

I make him eggs and the last of the bacon while he sits on the counter in my hoodie, and I want him to keep it. Evan tells me more about his niece and nephew while we eat.

“Shower?” Evan prompts when we finish eating.

“Yep,” I nod, not going to pass on the chance to see him naked again.

We head into the bathroom and step into the shower together. Hot water beats down on my shoulders, and it feels so comforting.

“Think you can come again?” I ask.

“I think I can manage,” he smirks.

My hands move to his hips, pulling him closer to me until there’s no space left between us. My eyes rake down his chest and stop when I see his wet happy trail against his smooth skin. I shift my stance, widening my feet on the slick shower floor. He moves with me, so I can reach between us and palm both of our cocks. We’re both growing hard quickly as I press his length against mine.

The first contact makes me hiss, but it’s electric. I use my thumb to hold him in place, rubbing the slit of his cock against mine. A shudder runs through Evan’s entire body, so I do it again, smearing the precum that beads at both our tips, making the glide smoother.

Before I continue, I reach behind the shower curtain liner and grab the bottle of silicone-based lube I have stashed back there, and squeeze it on our dicks. Wrapping my whole palm around us, my fingers don’t quite meet, but it’s enough to trap our cocks together, side by side.

I start to stroke us, and rock my hips, sliding our dicks against each other within the tight circle of my fist. The friction is incredible, and it only builds with every motion. Evan’s hands move from my hips to my ass, kneading the muscle, pulling me into him. His breath is hot against my neck.

“Fuck, Marcus,” he groans, his voice a low rumble. “Yessss, just like that.”

I tighten my grip, just a little, and increase the pace. I use my thumb on every upstroke, circling both of us at once, spreading the slickness. The water runs down my arm, making the grip even wetter, almost too loose, so I squeeze harder. As I do, Evan trails his mouth up my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the water on my skin before he captures my lips in a deep, hungry kiss, and I swallow his gasp as I twist my wrist on a downstroke.

Evan’s hips snap forward, and I duck my head, pressing my lips to his chest, right over his frantic heart. My tongue finds one of his tight nipples and swirls around it. He cries out in pleasure.

“Close,” he gasps. His fingers dig into my skin, holding me in place as I continue to grind into my fist in a motion that pushes us both closer to the edge, then he’s coming. Thick white ropes shoot from his cock and land on my stomach and groin. I kiss him through it, until my orgasm rips through me. I come hard, pulsing between us, our releases mixing before the water washes us away, swirling down the drain. I rest my forehead against his, our breath mingling in the steam.

“I’m really going to miss you,” Evan admits, and I gulp past the lump in my throat.

“Me too.”

“Promise you’ll come visit me?”

“Yeah, I’ll try.”