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“I like you,” Evan said, barely recognising the words as they spilled, all unruly and uncensored, out of his mouth. “I know I’m not gay, but you’re, you know.” He shifted his hands over Johnny’s legs, feeling the curve of muscle, the heaviness of strength and power. He was this complete lunatic who loved it when stuff was clean and used women’s purses and complained constantly about the trials that Evan’s continued presence in his life put him through, and stayed anyway. Evan hadn’t been with a guy in a long time. It hadn’t seemed like a good idea. And Johnny’s eyelashes were curled and his brows were perfect and his mouth was soft with lip stuff, but fuck, he felt like a man and looked like a man with a faint hint of stubble on his jawline and cords of muscle running down his forearms, and it was so hot.
“It’s like you’re on a fucking mission to confuse me,” Johnny began to rant, apparently not noticing Evan’s sexual confusion, which was pretty much the story of Evan’s life lately. “I retire and you suddenly notice me. It’s pretty shitty, Evan, that you only find me acceptable when it’s appropriate for you and your fucking career-”
“I’m really good at compartmentalising things,” Evan said desperately.
Johnny stopped mid-ramble and looked at him. “You know, I think that’s really true.” He sounded despairing. “You’re crazy. Oh my God, you’re crazy. What have I got myself into?” His hands were resting very lightly on Evan’s chest, and he bowed his head so that his hair almost fell into Evan’s eyes. Their faces were so close together. Evan really, really wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t. Instead he reached up and pushed Johnny’s hair away so that he could see his features.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
The tension seemed to have gone out of Johnny’s body. He slumped a little, as though he was very tired. “This is confusing me a lot,” he said to a patch of the couch just by the side of Evan’s ear.
“It’s confusing me too,” Evan said. Somehow without noticing it he’d run his hands up over Johnny’s hips to rest on his waist. He felt very muscled and his stomach was taut and he was so warm. Evan wanted to push his face forwards into Johnny’s neck so he could smell him properly. Johnny swallowed and his hands moved on Evan’s chest, pulling at the material of his shirt, and it felt like electricity edging its way over Evan’s body.
“I’m gonna get off you now,” Johnny said abruptly, still not looking at Evan properly, and he clambered off a little awkwardly and threw himself down on the opposite end of the couch.
The sex scene was over. Patrick Swayze was probably about to die or something. After a moment Evan said: “You still think about it, right?”
“About what?” Johnny said blankly.
“About Junior Worlds.”
Johnny shifted uncomfortably. “I thought we didn’t talk about this.”
“We didn’t.”
There was a pause. Johnny let out a sigh. “Sometimes I do,” he said unwillingly. “I think about how I was mad at you and it all deteriorated from there.”
“And do you ever still think about,” Evan said, and cut himself off, because that was just - that was too much to think about.
“Do I ever still think about what?” Johnny seemed to be very still.
“It doesn’t matter,” Evan said uncomfortably.
“Okay.”
They watched TV for a couple minutes. Evan was starting to wish they could switch channels. He was pretty sure that Johnny wanted to, as well. It was too sappy.
“I do still think,” Johnny said then, with some difficulty, like he was forcing the words past unwilling lips, “about...”
“Me too,” Evan told him quietly.
He watched Johnny’s profile for a moment. His slightly sharp nose, the tilt of his jaw, always defiant, always fighting, always so damn fiercely defensive. His lashes were lit with silver light and his mouth was full and pink. After a moment Johnny stretched out his legs and put them over Evan’s middle. Evan rested his arms on them. It felt warm and nice. He kind of wished that Johnny was staying for longer than a night. He was pretty sure he didn’t want him to leave just yet.
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Okay. No, really, I am sorry. I just love you and I think you are great. This story is so fucking amazing that my heart is actually being fast and I'm all breathless. I'm so glad you updated, and I'll be waiting patiently for the next one.
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"omg Evan's complete reliance on instinct is perfection."
"cleanliness! hee!"
"whoa, that description of Evan's intentional as both amusement and cover-up tactic is spot on."
and then it got to the last part and coherence dissolved into incoherent shrieks of glee. so wonderful and so teasing ahhhhhhhhhhh I love everything about this.
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OH MY HEART. I WISH THIS IS RL SO FUCKIN MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA T___T
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I'm seriously so engrossed that I sometimes forget it's going to end in heartbreak, at least for a few years. *sob*
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FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. EVER. LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I FLAILED AND SQUEALED AND BOUNCED AROUND LIKE A CRAZY PERSON WHEN I SAW THIS UPDATE AND I LOVE YOUR EVAN SO MUCH THERE ISN'T EVEN WORDSSSS
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I love this story so much.
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ALSO I LOVE YOU TO BITS ANON
NO SRSLY BRO, I LOVE YOU
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No? No? Right? Bueller?
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