[Fic] You Gotta Fire Up
Title: You Gotta Fire Up
Fandom: YouTuber RPF
Pairing: Evan Fong/Jonathan Denis
Rating: Explicit
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 5058
Summary: When Evan saw him for the first time, he was pinned to a wall by a man twice his size. He’d had blood dripping down his face, soaking into the collar of his shirt, and all Evan could think was ‘fuck’.
Author Note: I'm sinning so hard
When Evan saw him for the first time, he was pinned to a wall by a man twice his size. He’d had blood dripping down his face, soaking into the collar of his shirt and all Evan could think was ‘fuck’. It had more to do with the fact that the assault was happening on his street, but a little of it had to do with the way the man was grinning despite the blood.
They were across from The House, and that was enough for Evan to assume that they were both probably drunk. That and stupid. The bouncer outside of the bar caught Evan’s eye and shrugged, distancing himself from the situation. It was enough to let Evan know that he had booted them out of the bar and left them to sort their own shit out. The bouncers knew better than to involve themselves in the business of others.
“Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Evan asked loudly, stepping over to the pair. He looked perfectly unconcerned, expression neutral and hands in his pocket like he wasn’t bothered by the situation at all. The bigger man shoved the one grinning into the wall again, his head hitting the brick, and even that didn’t stop the other man from grinning. Instead it made him laugh and that, that was something that had Evan’s attention narrowing, because who the fuck laughed like that?
“It’s none of your business,” the man snarled over his shoulder at Evan. Stupid, Evan definitely concluded.
“Ah, it really is though.” Evan scuffed his shoe against the sidewalk, with an annoyed sigh. He’d intended to go home and just sleep, after the day he’d spent with the Crew. Having to deal with this shit was not something that he even wanted to do, but he had a reputation to upkeep and this was his street.
“That’s Evan, you fucking dick.” Evan’s eyes flickered to the man pinned, meeting the bluest pair of eyes that he’d ever seen. His tongue flicked out, licking the blood from his lips and Evan could see that his teeth were pink from blood as well. He looked like a mess, but he was still smiling and that had Evan’s curiosity piqued.
“Is that supposed to mean anything to me?” The man snapped and Evan could see the way that his shoulders were tensing, preparing to slam the guys face into the wall again. It was a split second, before Evan was stepping into the mans space, and throwing a punch at the underside of his jaw. His head snapped back at the contact, stumbling back a few paces at the sheer force of the hit.
“It should. You’re on my street, and you’re causing trouble. Now, I’m going to ask you to leave,” Evan said the words slowly, calmly. He didn’t pull the gun he had holstered under his arm, or the knife in the pocket of his jeans, because sometimes the barest hint of a threat was enough. That, and when the man managed to catch himself and look towards him, the smile Evan gave him was just on this side of feral.
Evan didn’t have the man’s height, or bulk, but he didn’t need it. He knew that if the man came at him, he could easily take him. It also helped that he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if it came down to it. Most people could read the situation and knew that he wasn’t someone to fuck around with, and with the way the man had taken a step backwards, it showed that the man wasn’t prepared to throw his cards in.
“So, who started the fight?” Evan asked after a moment, watching the other man’s back as he quickly made his getaway. He let his shoulders slump, done with posturing. The fight had been resolved with a little dose of fear and the street was back to being quiet, which was just how he prefered it.
“Might have been me, but it was a misunderstanding. He thought I was trying to hit on his girlfriend.” Evan turned to look at the other guy, who had slid down the wall, and was now sitting on the ground. There was a cut across his forehead, and it looked like he had split his lip as well, both of which were still bleeding sluggishly.
“And were you?” Evan was smiling despite himself. The other guy was being quite honest for someone who knew who he was talking to. With the reputation he had, Evan has expected the man to push the blame onto the guy fleeing. People who caused trouble on his street had a bad habit of ending up in a bigger mess than the one they had initially caused.
“No, I was trying to hit on him,” the man’s response was quick and Evan barked out a laugh at the answer. He stuck out his hand to help the other man up off of the sidewalk, pulling him up from the ground with ease. He released the guys hand and watched as he dusted himself off, inspecting the blood soaking into his shirt. It took him a moment, but once he was done, he grinned up at Evan. “ ‘m Jonathan, by the way.”
“Alright, Jonathan, where do you live?” Evan asked, already starting back down the street, knowing that the question was an offer. If Jonathan wanted to follow him, he was more than welcome to. He’d only been a few buildings down from his apartment when his walk home had been interrupted.
“I live downtown, near the Clinic,” Jonathan responded, close behind. Evan shot a look over his shoulder, because that was clear on the other side of town.
“Why were you at The House, when there’s plenty of good bars on your side of town?” The House was a dive compared to most of the other bars in town, so why anyone would go out of there way to get a drink there was beyond Evan. Hell, the only reason Evan chose to drink at The House was because it was two doors down from his apartment.
“I wasn’t looking to drink. I was looking into a job.”
“What kind of job are you going to find in the middle of the night that’s worth getting your ass kicked by the locals?” Evan could already tell where this was heading, because there was only one job that someone would go out at night to look into.
“I heard that you were looking for a point man.” There was no hesitation in Jonathan’s answer, getting right to the point.
Evan paused in front of the door to his apartment building. He’d already decided to help stitch the other guy up, the cut on his forehead still bleeding as it was, but he guessed that he could hear him out as well. “Who told you about the job?”
“Luke told me that you were looking for someone.” That was something that had Evan pulling open the door, decision fully made.
“I’ll have to check in with my crew to see if there’s a small job that we can pull to give you a test run,” Evan was already pulling out his phone. He dug up Luke’s information first, wanting to confirm Jonathan’s story before he bothered phoning Lui. The last thing he needed was for Jonathan’s story to be made up and for him to be a cop, or from another team, looking to screw things up for Evan’s crew.
If that was the case, Evan was going to need to make another example, to remind people to leave his crew the fuck alone.
As they walked up the stairs, Evan’s hand strayed to the gun under his arm, ready to take it out if he didn’t get the response he wanted from Luke. The text from Luke came in just as they reached the third floor and Evan pulled his keys out of his pocket, instead of the Glock.
“It’s going to be a really small job, man. We can’t run a job with you for the first time and not know how you’re going to fit. So it’ll probably be some crappy gig, like a convenience store, or some shit.” Evan explained, unlocking his door and gestured for Jonathan to head inside.
“No, that sounds alright.” Jonathan grinned, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. Closing the door behind them, Evan led him through the apartment and to the bathroom, pulling out his first aid kit, while Jonathan checked the damage done to his face in the mirror. Evan knew that he was going to need stitches, but it wasn’t the worst injury he’d had to clean up. Not by a long shot. “Anyways, a small job gives me the best chance at making a good impression. Smaller jobs are harder to fuck up.”
* * * *
“You shouldn’t have said that smaller jobs were harder to fuck up, Delirious.” Evan yelled from behind the counter of the convenience store, hurling a chocolate bar to where Jonathan was crouched behind a rack of magazines.
“First of all, I didn’t know you could fuck up a job quite like this. Second, fuck you, this wasn’t my fault.” A bag of chips landed on the counter above Evan, return fire for the chocolate bar.
“Jesus christ, both of you stop your bitching and work on us getting the fuck out of here.” Tyler scolded from where he was hunched over beside Jonathan.
“I’m sorry, okay!” Nogla howled over the comms.
“Keep it down Daithi, the adults are trying to work on plan F.” Nogla had made his escape earlier and Lui had needed to take the car and go. He’d been working on getting back to pick everyone else up since. It had become increasingly harder as the amount of cops that had shown up had only been increasing.
“Guys, we’re here, you just need to make a run for it.” The announcement came with a squeal of tires from the front of the store.
“Go, I’ll lay down fire until you two make it. Wildcat, take the cash.” Evan threw the bag across the store towards Tyler, who slung it over his shoulder and inched closer to Jonathan.
Evan waited until Tyler nodded at him, before he was jumping out from behind the counter and firing his Glock out of the broken front window. He aimed at the vehicles and not at the cops, just trying to keep them crouched behind their cars long enough for Jonathan and Tyler to sprint across the street to where Lui was idling. Nogla was hanging out the window of the car, firing his own gun in turn with Evan.
When the slide on his gun locked down, Evan dropped back down behind the counter. He released the now spent magazine from his gun and leaned to the side. He risked a glance, hearing the sound of even more shots being let off. The cops were now firing back at them, which meant firing at them again wouldn’t work as a distraction a second time. The only reason that it had worked the first time was because of the initial surprise of actually being shot at.
“Calibre, I’m not going to make it. Just go, I’ll grab a car and get out of here myself.” Evan ordered over the comms, sliding a fresh magazine into his gun. There wasn’t any sense in having the crew wait for him to make a break out the front door, just to make it to the car. It put them at risk and Evan didn’t want the cause of one of them getting hurt to be him.
“Okay, okay, I got it. Don’t get fucking killed, Vanoss.” Lui swore back, his voice crackling with static. Evan could hear the squeal of tires on the cement, which would be a big enough distraction for him to run across the front of the store and into the back room. He panted, ignoring the hollow sound of shots being fired as he slammed the door behind him closed. He flicked the lock, creating another barrier between capture, and himself. He’d have a much better chance of escaping out the back than he did out the front, doing the opposite of what the rest of the crew had done.
“Fuck, Vanoss, Delirious just jumped out of the car. He’s making a run down the side alley.”
“I’ve got a plan, I’ve got a plan,” Jonathan chimed in, right after Tyler yelled across the comms.
“I don’t care what your plan is Delirious, you go and get your ass back in that car, and get the fuck out of here.” Evan snapped as he ran across the room, scrabbling at the lock on the last door between him and freedom. He could hear glass shatter from the lobby and he knew that he was running out of time.
“It’s too late, he’s gone Vanoss. We can’t go after him. We need to get out of here.”
“Alright, just go meet up with Basically and Moo, I’ll see if I can’t get the both of us out of this mess.” Evan threw the back door open, stepping outside with his gun raised. There was no one immediately yelling at him to get down on the ground, or shooting at him, so he took it as a good sign and slammed the door closed behind him.
“Over here, man,” Jonathan yelled from across the lot, head poking out of a car window. He was smiling, pleased with whatever he was doing. Evan ran, a mix of fear at how close they were to being caught, and anger at Jonathan for risking himself to make his way back here.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Evan yelled, pushing at Jonathan’s face to get him back in the car. He threw open the door as Jonathan crawled over the stick shift and into the passenger seat.
“I was saving your ass, now get in the car, and drive!” The car was running and as much as Evan wanted to be angry, all he could feel was relief. He could see where Jonathan had pulled out wires to get the car started and Evan knew that he wouldn’t have had time to do it on his own.
Evan threw the car into reverse, hit the gas and pulled out of the parking spot quickly, narrowly avoiding the other cars parked beside them. He didn’t let the car come to a stop, before he was shifting into drive and pressing down on the gas again. The car jerked, before pulling forward, heading towards the side street. He could see the back door swing open and two men ran out, guns in hand, and aiming at the car as they fled.
“Get on the phone and call Tyler. Tell him that we won’t be meeting up with them. We’re going to take these cops on a detour.” The crackle in his ear told him that the rest of the Crew had already made it out of range, which was a good sign.
Evan swung the car down the street, heading towards the front of the store, despite Jonathan’s noise of protest. He slammed on the brakes, pulled his gun and aimed for the tires of the first cruiser blocking the street. He swore under his breath as he fired off four shots, with two connections, before the cops were focused on them.
He flicked the safety on, and dropped the gun out the window, not wanting to risk the safety malfunctioning if he threw it into the back of the car. The gun wouldn’t have prints and it sure as hell wouldn’t trace back to him.
He had one foot on the clutch and a hand on the gear shift, and this time, when Jonathan yelled “Drive!”, he did.
“Now that we have their attention,” Evan grinned, drifting between the two lanes to pass the cars on the road. He could hear the blaze of sirens behind them, but it would take them a minute to get the now useless car blocking their path, out of the way. That and the cops would need to be careful of the public traffic, something that Evan wasn’t as worried about.
“There’s a parking garage on Fifth, we can ditch the car, and get a new one there. How fast can you wire another car?” They took a hard left, blowing through a yellow light, as Evan explained their next course of action. The sooner that they could switch out cars, the better it would be for them. The cops that had caught them heading out of the backlot had probably managed to catch their plates and the fact that the car was an obnoxious green, wasn’t something to their benefit.
“Quick enough,” Jonathan gripped at the dash, trying to keep himself steady as Evan took another turn.
The car didn’t quite move like Evan was used to, but he had enough control not to mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the way Jonathan was watching over the center console, checking to see if their pursuers were close. When he flopped back in his seat, he threw back his head and laughed.
It was enough to have Evan wishing that they were in one of his own cars, not in one that they had stolen for a quick getaway. Next time, he wanted Jonathan in the passenger seat of his Jaguar F-Type, where he could actually push the car and really race through the streets that the Crew ran. Because if this was the way Jonathan reacted when he was driving this car, he wanted to see the way Jonathan could appreciate a car that could keep up to them.
They needed to switch cars quickly, but luckily the parking garage was only a few streets away. The cops hadn’t managed to get back on their tail yet, and Evan was hoping that they would have enough time. Getting arrested was the last thing that he wanted to happen to them.
“Fuck your driving, man,” Jonathan shouted from the passenger seat when Evan narrowly avoided hitting a sedan in their lane.
When they came up to the parking garage, Evan turned into it quickly, driving up to the second level. He drove to the back, pulling up beside another car. He shifted into park and jumped out of the car, leaving it running. Jonathan was already working on their next vehicle, making quick work, as he was already pulling the door open.
Evan focused on taking off his gloves, mask, and jacket, while Jonathan worked. He stepped in behind Jonathan, throwing his things into the back seat of the car, and reached to pull Jonathan’s mask off while he was leaning into the car. Jonathan pressed back into him, looking up with a questioning look, face slightly red, and hair a mess.
“The best part about Fifth street is there’s no cameras.” Evan grinned, hand slapping at Jonathan’s shoulder, before he pushed himself away. “Hurry up, we need to get going.”
“Right, okay.” Jonathan turned back to the cars wiring, pulling off his own gloves as he decided his next step. Evan watched him lean back into the car, shoulders flexing as he worked. It wasn’t long before the car came purring to life in his hands and they were scrambling to get into the car and going.
They took their time, driving out of the parking garage at a reasonable pace and then sliding into traffic and keeping to the speed limit. There were police cruisers everywhere, but Evan knew that if they picked up the pace now, they would be done for. What they needed to do now, was blend into their surroundings, and hopefully not get stopped at a roadblock.
“If we’re not meeting up with the guys, where’re we going?” Jonathan finally asked, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it.
“My apartment. We can store the car in the garage and Lui can come get rid of it when everythings died down a bit.” Lui had bought a garage back when they had begun their crew, a shop that he had lovingly named ‘Caliber Automotive’. It backed as a chop shop, as the crew had established a close relationship with the local car dealers to get keys cut directly from the source. It gave them a source of income, as well as a place to get rid of any cars they used on jobs.
“But with the way we lost the cops, I can drop you off anywhere you like.” The offer felt wrong on his tongue and Evan knew that he didn’t want Jonathan to take it. Instead he wanted to keep heading north until they reached his apartment, then have a beer with the man who was now officially a member of the Crew.
“Nah, man. Your apartment sounds good.” Jonathan reclined his seat, settling in for the leisurely drive. There was a smile on his face, crooked, and a high flush to his cheeks. Adrenaline from a fucked job that they had somehow managed to salvage. Evan could feel it to, in the way he itched to floor the gas, in the way his body just wanted to fuck.
“Fuck,” Evan muttered, the realization hitting him hard.
He’d spent the last two week with Jonathan, getting familiar with how he fit. He’d been surprised by just how much he actually liked the guy and he had known, even before they had started the job, that he was going to be a good fit to the Crew. And now here Evan was, wanting to pull the car over, and just kiss Jonathan right there.
* * * *
When they finally made it back to his apartment, the first thing Evan did was back a beeline for the fridge. He pulled two beers out and passed one over to Jonathan. He desperately needed a drink, he needed it more than he needed to go to the bathroom and jerk off his excess energy.
“Hey,” Jonathan set his beer down on the counter, unopened, before he pushed forward. It was all the warning that Evan had to set his own drink down, before Jonathan was in his space, and was wrapping his hand in the collar of his shirt. It took a moment for Evan to catch up, but he didn’t hesitate, because Jonathan was there, and Evan didn’t feel like he was the only one struggling to breathe.
“Didn’t want to do this for the first time, if we were drunk,” Jonathan admitted. It was all that he had time to say, as Evan was yanking him closer, and kissing him. He started soft, a barely there brush of his lips, before he was reaching up and tightening a hand in Jonathan’s hair. It didn’t take him long to nip at Jonathan’s bottom lip, and then to lick into his mouth. He wasn’t going to waste time, not when Jonathan was pressing against him, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.
The kiss was filthy, all teeth and tongues. Jonathan rocked forward and Evan groaned at the feel of him against his hip. It was enough for Evan to wonder if they were both just looking for a fuck after a job, looking to fuck out the excess adrenalin. Despite that initial thought, Evan knew better. He’d been thinking about it since the night that he had stitched Jonathan up.
“This is better than I thought it would be,” Jonathan panted against Evan’s lips. He already sounded fucking wrecked. “and I’ve been thinking about this for two weeks now.”
“Fuck,” Evan growled, put at ease to know that Jonathan wanted this as much as he did. He pulled Jonathan’s head back so that he could move back in and kiss the underside of his jaw. The way Jonathan let him, made both of them shiver. From here, Evan could easily have killed him if he had wanted, but instead he sucked marks into his skin. It was a small amount of trust that Jonathan was giving him, and it went straight to Evan’s cock.
Jonathan’s hands moved from Evan’s hips and down to his ass, grinding the two of them together. It wasn’t nearly enough, but Evan’s stomach still tightened at each roll of his hips. He kissed a line down Jonathan’s throat, before nipping hard at his collar bone. Jonathan jerked against him, fingers digging into his skin, as a high whine escaped him.
“C'mon Evan, can we move this to the bed or something?” Jonathan rocked a leg between Evan’s thighs, aiming for some kind of contact. Evan instead backed him up against the counter and then lifted him up onto it with an ease that only came from how light Jonathan was. He took advantage of Jonathan’s surprised laugh to slip his hands underneath his shirt and lifted.
“Fuck, you look good.” The shirt was dropped to the floor, where Evan hoped the rest of their clothes would soon be as well. Luckily, Jonathan was on the same page and tugged Evan out of his own shirt, before lifting his ass off the counter enough, so that he could slip out of his jeans and underwear.
Evan reached over, tugging open a drawer impatiently, and pulling a bottle of lube out. It never hurt to be prepared and he was glad that Jonathan was too busy pulling off Evan’s belt, to ask questions about why he kept lube in the kitchen. When he had it in hand, he set them on the counter beside Jonathan, before finally giving him a hand. He made quick work of his remaining clothing, kicking his pants off to the side so he wouldn’t trip over them.
As soon as he was out of them, Evan took a hold of Jonathan’s thighs and pulled in him close. While he opened the lube and slicked up his fingers, he pressed forward, kissing Jonathan hard, so that he could swallow his moans when he slowly pressed two fingers in, knuckle deep. Jonathan writhed against him, wrapping one of his legs around Evan’s waist and pulling him that much closer, his heel digging into the small of Evan’s back.
Evan worked him open quickly, and wrapped his other hand around Jonathan’s cock. It had Jonathan breaking away from the kiss, to gasp and pant against Evan’s lips, unable to catch his breath. It wasn’t until Jonathan finally grunted, “I’m ready, I’m fucking ready. Stop teasing, you asshole.” that Evan finally crooked his fingers and gave one last stroke up Jonathan’s cock.
“Alright, alright,” Evan acknowledged. He squeezed Jonathan’s legs, not caring that he was smearing lube and precome up Jonathan’s thighs, and urged him to tighten his legs around his waist. As soon as he had done so, Evan lifted him off the counter, swinging around and pushing him back against the wall.
“Oh fuck,” Jonathan groaned as Evan pressed into him, no hesitation. He clawed at Evan’s arms, fingers digging into his bicep and holding on as Evan sunk in.
“Fuck, you feel good, Jonathan.” Evan pressed his face into the crook of Jonathan’s neck, biting at the curve, as he rolled his hips back, before fucking back into him. Jonathan’s shoulders knocked back against the wall, as well as his head, as he threw it back on a long moan.
It was rough, the way Jonathan was slammed back into the wall on each thrust, cock trapped between the two of them. He couldn’t reach down and jerk himself off, not when he was struggling to just hold on. There was also the fact that Evan couldn’t give him a hand, not when his hands were on Jonathan’s ass, holding him up and open. The contact of rubbing against their stomachs wasn’t enough, but then Evan fucked in deep, angle changing as he guided Jonathan’s hips down to meet him, and Jonathan was gone.
Evan came quickly after him, giving one final thrust, before he was collapsing down to the kitchen floor, with Jonathan a limp mess in his lap.
They sat there, Evan kissing along the line of Jonathan’s jaw, and Jonathan panting in his ear. It wasn’t until Evan shifted and the mess of Jonathan’s come on his stomach itched, that Evan finally considered actually getting up. He nudged at Jonathan, urging him up off his cock and to his feet.
“I could use a shower,” Evan said, pushing up from the floor. “Are you gonna join me?”
Jonathan blinked at him, orgasm slowed mind taking its time in picking up the offer for him to stay. When he finally got it, the smile that spread across his face was enough of an answer for Evan.
Evan cupped Jonathan’s jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek as he leaned into kiss him. This time it was softer; the press of lips slowly opening up and lazily licking into each others mouths. It was the exact opposite of everything that they’d done up to that point.
“Come on then.”
“So, am I special, or do all new Crew members get fucked up against a wall?” Jonathan asked, trailing behind Evan on shaky legs as he was led to the bathroom. It earned him a swat and laugh.
“No one said you were part of the Crew yet,” Evan teased, pulling an extra towel out of the closet as they passed it.
“Well, because I wasn’t the one to screw up the job today, I was thinking my chances were pretty good.”
Evan paused, before finally turning to face Jonathan. He really hadn’t given him an answer on if he was in or yet and he guessed that he did owe him that. “Yeah, you’re good, you’re in. Fuck, who knows, maybe we’ll rob a bank or some shit next. We might even fuck in a bed afterward too.
He wasn’t sure just where their relationship was going to go, or even how the future of the Crew looked, but he was ready for the change already and from the way Jonathan was laughing, he was right there with him.
Fandom: YouTuber RPF
Pairing: Evan Fong/Jonathan Denis
Rating: Explicit
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 5058
Summary: When Evan saw him for the first time, he was pinned to a wall by a man twice his size. He’d had blood dripping down his face, soaking into the collar of his shirt, and all Evan could think was ‘fuck’.
Author Note: I'm sinning so hard
When Evan saw him for the first time, he was pinned to a wall by a man twice his size. He’d had blood dripping down his face, soaking into the collar of his shirt and all Evan could think was ‘fuck’. It had more to do with the fact that the assault was happening on his street, but a little of it had to do with the way the man was grinning despite the blood.
They were across from The House, and that was enough for Evan to assume that they were both probably drunk. That and stupid. The bouncer outside of the bar caught Evan’s eye and shrugged, distancing himself from the situation. It was enough to let Evan know that he had booted them out of the bar and left them to sort their own shit out. The bouncers knew better than to involve themselves in the business of others.
“Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Evan asked loudly, stepping over to the pair. He looked perfectly unconcerned, expression neutral and hands in his pocket like he wasn’t bothered by the situation at all. The bigger man shoved the one grinning into the wall again, his head hitting the brick, and even that didn’t stop the other man from grinning. Instead it made him laugh and that, that was something that had Evan’s attention narrowing, because who the fuck laughed like that?
“It’s none of your business,” the man snarled over his shoulder at Evan. Stupid, Evan definitely concluded.
“Ah, it really is though.” Evan scuffed his shoe against the sidewalk, with an annoyed sigh. He’d intended to go home and just sleep, after the day he’d spent with the Crew. Having to deal with this shit was not something that he even wanted to do, but he had a reputation to upkeep and this was his street.
“That’s Evan, you fucking dick.” Evan’s eyes flickered to the man pinned, meeting the bluest pair of eyes that he’d ever seen. His tongue flicked out, licking the blood from his lips and Evan could see that his teeth were pink from blood as well. He looked like a mess, but he was still smiling and that had Evan’s curiosity piqued.
“Is that supposed to mean anything to me?” The man snapped and Evan could see the way that his shoulders were tensing, preparing to slam the guys face into the wall again. It was a split second, before Evan was stepping into the mans space, and throwing a punch at the underside of his jaw. His head snapped back at the contact, stumbling back a few paces at the sheer force of the hit.
“It should. You’re on my street, and you’re causing trouble. Now, I’m going to ask you to leave,” Evan said the words slowly, calmly. He didn’t pull the gun he had holstered under his arm, or the knife in the pocket of his jeans, because sometimes the barest hint of a threat was enough. That, and when the man managed to catch himself and look towards him, the smile Evan gave him was just on this side of feral.
Evan didn’t have the man’s height, or bulk, but he didn’t need it. He knew that if the man came at him, he could easily take him. It also helped that he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if it came down to it. Most people could read the situation and knew that he wasn’t someone to fuck around with, and with the way the man had taken a step backwards, it showed that the man wasn’t prepared to throw his cards in.
“So, who started the fight?” Evan asked after a moment, watching the other man’s back as he quickly made his getaway. He let his shoulders slump, done with posturing. The fight had been resolved with a little dose of fear and the street was back to being quiet, which was just how he prefered it.
“Might have been me, but it was a misunderstanding. He thought I was trying to hit on his girlfriend.” Evan turned to look at the other guy, who had slid down the wall, and was now sitting on the ground. There was a cut across his forehead, and it looked like he had split his lip as well, both of which were still bleeding sluggishly.
“And were you?” Evan was smiling despite himself. The other guy was being quite honest for someone who knew who he was talking to. With the reputation he had, Evan has expected the man to push the blame onto the guy fleeing. People who caused trouble on his street had a bad habit of ending up in a bigger mess than the one they had initially caused.
“No, I was trying to hit on him,” the man’s response was quick and Evan barked out a laugh at the answer. He stuck out his hand to help the other man up off of the sidewalk, pulling him up from the ground with ease. He released the guys hand and watched as he dusted himself off, inspecting the blood soaking into his shirt. It took him a moment, but once he was done, he grinned up at Evan. “ ‘m Jonathan, by the way.”
“Alright, Jonathan, where do you live?” Evan asked, already starting back down the street, knowing that the question was an offer. If Jonathan wanted to follow him, he was more than welcome to. He’d only been a few buildings down from his apartment when his walk home had been interrupted.
“I live downtown, near the Clinic,” Jonathan responded, close behind. Evan shot a look over his shoulder, because that was clear on the other side of town.
“Why were you at The House, when there’s plenty of good bars on your side of town?” The House was a dive compared to most of the other bars in town, so why anyone would go out of there way to get a drink there was beyond Evan. Hell, the only reason Evan chose to drink at The House was because it was two doors down from his apartment.
“I wasn’t looking to drink. I was looking into a job.”
“What kind of job are you going to find in the middle of the night that’s worth getting your ass kicked by the locals?” Evan could already tell where this was heading, because there was only one job that someone would go out at night to look into.
“I heard that you were looking for a point man.” There was no hesitation in Jonathan’s answer, getting right to the point.
Evan paused in front of the door to his apartment building. He’d already decided to help stitch the other guy up, the cut on his forehead still bleeding as it was, but he guessed that he could hear him out as well. “Who told you about the job?”
“Luke told me that you were looking for someone.” That was something that had Evan pulling open the door, decision fully made.
“I’ll have to check in with my crew to see if there’s a small job that we can pull to give you a test run,” Evan was already pulling out his phone. He dug up Luke’s information first, wanting to confirm Jonathan’s story before he bothered phoning Lui. The last thing he needed was for Jonathan’s story to be made up and for him to be a cop, or from another team, looking to screw things up for Evan’s crew.
If that was the case, Evan was going to need to make another example, to remind people to leave his crew the fuck alone.
As they walked up the stairs, Evan’s hand strayed to the gun under his arm, ready to take it out if he didn’t get the response he wanted from Luke. The text from Luke came in just as they reached the third floor and Evan pulled his keys out of his pocket, instead of the Glock.
“It’s going to be a really small job, man. We can’t run a job with you for the first time and not know how you’re going to fit. So it’ll probably be some crappy gig, like a convenience store, or some shit.” Evan explained, unlocking his door and gestured for Jonathan to head inside.
“No, that sounds alright.” Jonathan grinned, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. Closing the door behind them, Evan led him through the apartment and to the bathroom, pulling out his first aid kit, while Jonathan checked the damage done to his face in the mirror. Evan knew that he was going to need stitches, but it wasn’t the worst injury he’d had to clean up. Not by a long shot. “Anyways, a small job gives me the best chance at making a good impression. Smaller jobs are harder to fuck up.”
* * * *
“You shouldn’t have said that smaller jobs were harder to fuck up, Delirious.” Evan yelled from behind the counter of the convenience store, hurling a chocolate bar to where Jonathan was crouched behind a rack of magazines.
“First of all, I didn’t know you could fuck up a job quite like this. Second, fuck you, this wasn’t my fault.” A bag of chips landed on the counter above Evan, return fire for the chocolate bar.
“Jesus christ, both of you stop your bitching and work on us getting the fuck out of here.” Tyler scolded from where he was hunched over beside Jonathan.
“I’m sorry, okay!” Nogla howled over the comms.
“Keep it down Daithi, the adults are trying to work on plan F.” Nogla had made his escape earlier and Lui had needed to take the car and go. He’d been working on getting back to pick everyone else up since. It had become increasingly harder as the amount of cops that had shown up had only been increasing.
“Guys, we’re here, you just need to make a run for it.” The announcement came with a squeal of tires from the front of the store.
“Go, I’ll lay down fire until you two make it. Wildcat, take the cash.” Evan threw the bag across the store towards Tyler, who slung it over his shoulder and inched closer to Jonathan.
Evan waited until Tyler nodded at him, before he was jumping out from behind the counter and firing his Glock out of the broken front window. He aimed at the vehicles and not at the cops, just trying to keep them crouched behind their cars long enough for Jonathan and Tyler to sprint across the street to where Lui was idling. Nogla was hanging out the window of the car, firing his own gun in turn with Evan.
When the slide on his gun locked down, Evan dropped back down behind the counter. He released the now spent magazine from his gun and leaned to the side. He risked a glance, hearing the sound of even more shots being let off. The cops were now firing back at them, which meant firing at them again wouldn’t work as a distraction a second time. The only reason that it had worked the first time was because of the initial surprise of actually being shot at.
“Calibre, I’m not going to make it. Just go, I’ll grab a car and get out of here myself.” Evan ordered over the comms, sliding a fresh magazine into his gun. There wasn’t any sense in having the crew wait for him to make a break out the front door, just to make it to the car. It put them at risk and Evan didn’t want the cause of one of them getting hurt to be him.
“Okay, okay, I got it. Don’t get fucking killed, Vanoss.” Lui swore back, his voice crackling with static. Evan could hear the squeal of tires on the cement, which would be a big enough distraction for him to run across the front of the store and into the back room. He panted, ignoring the hollow sound of shots being fired as he slammed the door behind him closed. He flicked the lock, creating another barrier between capture, and himself. He’d have a much better chance of escaping out the back than he did out the front, doing the opposite of what the rest of the crew had done.
“Fuck, Vanoss, Delirious just jumped out of the car. He’s making a run down the side alley.”
“I’ve got a plan, I’ve got a plan,” Jonathan chimed in, right after Tyler yelled across the comms.
“I don’t care what your plan is Delirious, you go and get your ass back in that car, and get the fuck out of here.” Evan snapped as he ran across the room, scrabbling at the lock on the last door between him and freedom. He could hear glass shatter from the lobby and he knew that he was running out of time.
“It’s too late, he’s gone Vanoss. We can’t go after him. We need to get out of here.”
“Alright, just go meet up with Basically and Moo, I’ll see if I can’t get the both of us out of this mess.” Evan threw the back door open, stepping outside with his gun raised. There was no one immediately yelling at him to get down on the ground, or shooting at him, so he took it as a good sign and slammed the door closed behind him.
“Over here, man,” Jonathan yelled from across the lot, head poking out of a car window. He was smiling, pleased with whatever he was doing. Evan ran, a mix of fear at how close they were to being caught, and anger at Jonathan for risking himself to make his way back here.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Evan yelled, pushing at Jonathan’s face to get him back in the car. He threw open the door as Jonathan crawled over the stick shift and into the passenger seat.
“I was saving your ass, now get in the car, and drive!” The car was running and as much as Evan wanted to be angry, all he could feel was relief. He could see where Jonathan had pulled out wires to get the car started and Evan knew that he wouldn’t have had time to do it on his own.
Evan threw the car into reverse, hit the gas and pulled out of the parking spot quickly, narrowly avoiding the other cars parked beside them. He didn’t let the car come to a stop, before he was shifting into drive and pressing down on the gas again. The car jerked, before pulling forward, heading towards the side street. He could see the back door swing open and two men ran out, guns in hand, and aiming at the car as they fled.
“Get on the phone and call Tyler. Tell him that we won’t be meeting up with them. We’re going to take these cops on a detour.” The crackle in his ear told him that the rest of the Crew had already made it out of range, which was a good sign.
Evan swung the car down the street, heading towards the front of the store, despite Jonathan’s noise of protest. He slammed on the brakes, pulled his gun and aimed for the tires of the first cruiser blocking the street. He swore under his breath as he fired off four shots, with two connections, before the cops were focused on them.
He flicked the safety on, and dropped the gun out the window, not wanting to risk the safety malfunctioning if he threw it into the back of the car. The gun wouldn’t have prints and it sure as hell wouldn’t trace back to him.
He had one foot on the clutch and a hand on the gear shift, and this time, when Jonathan yelled “Drive!”, he did.
“Now that we have their attention,” Evan grinned, drifting between the two lanes to pass the cars on the road. He could hear the blaze of sirens behind them, but it would take them a minute to get the now useless car blocking their path, out of the way. That and the cops would need to be careful of the public traffic, something that Evan wasn’t as worried about.
“There’s a parking garage on Fifth, we can ditch the car, and get a new one there. How fast can you wire another car?” They took a hard left, blowing through a yellow light, as Evan explained their next course of action. The sooner that they could switch out cars, the better it would be for them. The cops that had caught them heading out of the backlot had probably managed to catch their plates and the fact that the car was an obnoxious green, wasn’t something to their benefit.
“Quick enough,” Jonathan gripped at the dash, trying to keep himself steady as Evan took another turn.
The car didn’t quite move like Evan was used to, but he had enough control not to mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the way Jonathan was watching over the center console, checking to see if their pursuers were close. When he flopped back in his seat, he threw back his head and laughed.
It was enough to have Evan wishing that they were in one of his own cars, not in one that they had stolen for a quick getaway. Next time, he wanted Jonathan in the passenger seat of his Jaguar F-Type, where he could actually push the car and really race through the streets that the Crew ran. Because if this was the way Jonathan reacted when he was driving this car, he wanted to see the way Jonathan could appreciate a car that could keep up to them.
They needed to switch cars quickly, but luckily the parking garage was only a few streets away. The cops hadn’t managed to get back on their tail yet, and Evan was hoping that they would have enough time. Getting arrested was the last thing that he wanted to happen to them.
“Fuck your driving, man,” Jonathan shouted from the passenger seat when Evan narrowly avoided hitting a sedan in their lane.
When they came up to the parking garage, Evan turned into it quickly, driving up to the second level. He drove to the back, pulling up beside another car. He shifted into park and jumped out of the car, leaving it running. Jonathan was already working on their next vehicle, making quick work, as he was already pulling the door open.
Evan focused on taking off his gloves, mask, and jacket, while Jonathan worked. He stepped in behind Jonathan, throwing his things into the back seat of the car, and reached to pull Jonathan’s mask off while he was leaning into the car. Jonathan pressed back into him, looking up with a questioning look, face slightly red, and hair a mess.
“The best part about Fifth street is there’s no cameras.” Evan grinned, hand slapping at Jonathan’s shoulder, before he pushed himself away. “Hurry up, we need to get going.”
“Right, okay.” Jonathan turned back to the cars wiring, pulling off his own gloves as he decided his next step. Evan watched him lean back into the car, shoulders flexing as he worked. It wasn’t long before the car came purring to life in his hands and they were scrambling to get into the car and going.
They took their time, driving out of the parking garage at a reasonable pace and then sliding into traffic and keeping to the speed limit. There were police cruisers everywhere, but Evan knew that if they picked up the pace now, they would be done for. What they needed to do now, was blend into their surroundings, and hopefully not get stopped at a roadblock.
“If we’re not meeting up with the guys, where’re we going?” Jonathan finally asked, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it.
“My apartment. We can store the car in the garage and Lui can come get rid of it when everythings died down a bit.” Lui had bought a garage back when they had begun their crew, a shop that he had lovingly named ‘Caliber Automotive’. It backed as a chop shop, as the crew had established a close relationship with the local car dealers to get keys cut directly from the source. It gave them a source of income, as well as a place to get rid of any cars they used on jobs.
“But with the way we lost the cops, I can drop you off anywhere you like.” The offer felt wrong on his tongue and Evan knew that he didn’t want Jonathan to take it. Instead he wanted to keep heading north until they reached his apartment, then have a beer with the man who was now officially a member of the Crew.
“Nah, man. Your apartment sounds good.” Jonathan reclined his seat, settling in for the leisurely drive. There was a smile on his face, crooked, and a high flush to his cheeks. Adrenaline from a fucked job that they had somehow managed to salvage. Evan could feel it to, in the way he itched to floor the gas, in the way his body just wanted to fuck.
“Fuck,” Evan muttered, the realization hitting him hard.
He’d spent the last two week with Jonathan, getting familiar with how he fit. He’d been surprised by just how much he actually liked the guy and he had known, even before they had started the job, that he was going to be a good fit to the Crew. And now here Evan was, wanting to pull the car over, and just kiss Jonathan right there.
* * * *
When they finally made it back to his apartment, the first thing Evan did was back a beeline for the fridge. He pulled two beers out and passed one over to Jonathan. He desperately needed a drink, he needed it more than he needed to go to the bathroom and jerk off his excess energy.
“Hey,” Jonathan set his beer down on the counter, unopened, before he pushed forward. It was all the warning that Evan had to set his own drink down, before Jonathan was in his space, and was wrapping his hand in the collar of his shirt. It took a moment for Evan to catch up, but he didn’t hesitate, because Jonathan was there, and Evan didn’t feel like he was the only one struggling to breathe.
“Didn’t want to do this for the first time, if we were drunk,” Jonathan admitted. It was all that he had time to say, as Evan was yanking him closer, and kissing him. He started soft, a barely there brush of his lips, before he was reaching up and tightening a hand in Jonathan’s hair. It didn’t take him long to nip at Jonathan’s bottom lip, and then to lick into his mouth. He wasn’t going to waste time, not when Jonathan was pressing against him, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.
The kiss was filthy, all teeth and tongues. Jonathan rocked forward and Evan groaned at the feel of him against his hip. It was enough for Evan to wonder if they were both just looking for a fuck after a job, looking to fuck out the excess adrenalin. Despite that initial thought, Evan knew better. He’d been thinking about it since the night that he had stitched Jonathan up.
“This is better than I thought it would be,” Jonathan panted against Evan’s lips. He already sounded fucking wrecked. “and I’ve been thinking about this for two weeks now.”
“Fuck,” Evan growled, put at ease to know that Jonathan wanted this as much as he did. He pulled Jonathan’s head back so that he could move back in and kiss the underside of his jaw. The way Jonathan let him, made both of them shiver. From here, Evan could easily have killed him if he had wanted, but instead he sucked marks into his skin. It was a small amount of trust that Jonathan was giving him, and it went straight to Evan’s cock.
Jonathan’s hands moved from Evan’s hips and down to his ass, grinding the two of them together. It wasn’t nearly enough, but Evan’s stomach still tightened at each roll of his hips. He kissed a line down Jonathan’s throat, before nipping hard at his collar bone. Jonathan jerked against him, fingers digging into his skin, as a high whine escaped him.
“C'mon Evan, can we move this to the bed or something?” Jonathan rocked a leg between Evan’s thighs, aiming for some kind of contact. Evan instead backed him up against the counter and then lifted him up onto it with an ease that only came from how light Jonathan was. He took advantage of Jonathan’s surprised laugh to slip his hands underneath his shirt and lifted.
“Fuck, you look good.” The shirt was dropped to the floor, where Evan hoped the rest of their clothes would soon be as well. Luckily, Jonathan was on the same page and tugged Evan out of his own shirt, before lifting his ass off the counter enough, so that he could slip out of his jeans and underwear.
Evan reached over, tugging open a drawer impatiently, and pulling a bottle of lube out. It never hurt to be prepared and he was glad that Jonathan was too busy pulling off Evan’s belt, to ask questions about why he kept lube in the kitchen. When he had it in hand, he set them on the counter beside Jonathan, before finally giving him a hand. He made quick work of his remaining clothing, kicking his pants off to the side so he wouldn’t trip over them.
As soon as he was out of them, Evan took a hold of Jonathan’s thighs and pulled in him close. While he opened the lube and slicked up his fingers, he pressed forward, kissing Jonathan hard, so that he could swallow his moans when he slowly pressed two fingers in, knuckle deep. Jonathan writhed against him, wrapping one of his legs around Evan’s waist and pulling him that much closer, his heel digging into the small of Evan’s back.
Evan worked him open quickly, and wrapped his other hand around Jonathan’s cock. It had Jonathan breaking away from the kiss, to gasp and pant against Evan’s lips, unable to catch his breath. It wasn’t until Jonathan finally grunted, “I’m ready, I’m fucking ready. Stop teasing, you asshole.” that Evan finally crooked his fingers and gave one last stroke up Jonathan’s cock.
“Alright, alright,” Evan acknowledged. He squeezed Jonathan’s legs, not caring that he was smearing lube and precome up Jonathan’s thighs, and urged him to tighten his legs around his waist. As soon as he had done so, Evan lifted him off the counter, swinging around and pushing him back against the wall.
“Oh fuck,” Jonathan groaned as Evan pressed into him, no hesitation. He clawed at Evan’s arms, fingers digging into his bicep and holding on as Evan sunk in.
“Fuck, you feel good, Jonathan.” Evan pressed his face into the crook of Jonathan’s neck, biting at the curve, as he rolled his hips back, before fucking back into him. Jonathan’s shoulders knocked back against the wall, as well as his head, as he threw it back on a long moan.
It was rough, the way Jonathan was slammed back into the wall on each thrust, cock trapped between the two of them. He couldn’t reach down and jerk himself off, not when he was struggling to just hold on. There was also the fact that Evan couldn’t give him a hand, not when his hands were on Jonathan’s ass, holding him up and open. The contact of rubbing against their stomachs wasn’t enough, but then Evan fucked in deep, angle changing as he guided Jonathan’s hips down to meet him, and Jonathan was gone.
Evan came quickly after him, giving one final thrust, before he was collapsing down to the kitchen floor, with Jonathan a limp mess in his lap.
They sat there, Evan kissing along the line of Jonathan’s jaw, and Jonathan panting in his ear. It wasn’t until Evan shifted and the mess of Jonathan’s come on his stomach itched, that Evan finally considered actually getting up. He nudged at Jonathan, urging him up off his cock and to his feet.
“I could use a shower,” Evan said, pushing up from the floor. “Are you gonna join me?”
Jonathan blinked at him, orgasm slowed mind taking its time in picking up the offer for him to stay. When he finally got it, the smile that spread across his face was enough of an answer for Evan.
Evan cupped Jonathan’s jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek as he leaned into kiss him. This time it was softer; the press of lips slowly opening up and lazily licking into each others mouths. It was the exact opposite of everything that they’d done up to that point.
“Come on then.”
“So, am I special, or do all new Crew members get fucked up against a wall?” Jonathan asked, trailing behind Evan on shaky legs as he was led to the bathroom. It earned him a swat and laugh.
“No one said you were part of the Crew yet,” Evan teased, pulling an extra towel out of the closet as they passed it.
“Well, because I wasn’t the one to screw up the job today, I was thinking my chances were pretty good.”
Evan paused, before finally turning to face Jonathan. He really hadn’t given him an answer on if he was in or yet and he guessed that he did owe him that. “Yeah, you’re good, you’re in. Fuck, who knows, maybe we’ll rob a bank or some shit next. We might even fuck in a bed afterward too.
He wasn’t sure just where their relationship was going to go, or even how the future of the Crew looked, but he was ready for the change already and from the way Jonathan was laughing, he was right there with him.