“What are you doing?”
Sam paused his arm in mid-air, his body-shaking with surprise at the sound of Evan’s voice when he hadn’t been expecting it.
‘What was he doing at home? What was he doing back at the dorm? Evan had said he was going back home for thanksgiving.’
Sam lowered his arms halting the packing he had been doing,
Evan plopped down onto the bed and let out a long sigh.
Sam smirked. ‘He is stressed out. Evan you do such cute things without even knowing it, that little deflated sigh, so cute.’ Sam paused, reminding himself he wasn’t supposed to be falling for Evan anymore. Distance… Distance. He reminded himself. He turned away and shoved another shirt into his big black suitcase. Evan’s bag rolled to a halt beside his legs at the end of the bed where he had sat down.
“June called and said that Dad surprised her with a cruise to the Bahamas. They left today and forgot to mention it until they were on the plane. So I am just going to chill here until everyone comes back. Did Max already leave?” Evan asked nonchalantly. Before throwing himself back onto Sam’s bed without a care in the world. His arms flopped outwards as if they were made of jello and his long dark hair flopped across his face gently.
Sam watched him out of the corner of his eye. Feeling very attacked by just how gorgeous the man looked doing absolutely nothing. ‘Would it kill you to look ugly just laying there, save the little guy who struggled with being pretty until a few years ago. Just look bad for half a minute.’ He frowned, shoving that admiration away in his heart as a memory he could treasure for later.
Evan turned to look at him. Sam looked down at his clothes quickly trying to hide his guilty face, as if he hadn’t just been cursing his hot boyfriend in his head five seconds ago.
Evan scoffed. “What were you just thinking? Was it something naughty or bad behavior? Were you cursing me again inside that head of yours?”
Sam looked up. “I was not…” he protested.
Evan quirked an eyebrow.
“Fine okay I was, curse you and your adorable chubby cheeks and stunning eyes from the moment you were born. It’s your own fault, you were born beautiful. I had to work for this, just like the rest of the world. Do you even know how unfair it is to watch you just scrub your face like it's a rock and then go straight to bed. This effortless beauty takes five hours a week of pampering and about two boxes of hair dye. To reach perfection.”
Evan scoffed. “How is it my fault? I didn’t ask June to show you my baby pictures last night at dinner.”
Sam scoffed. “Yeah, and who said you were allowed to have not a single awkward gangly photo in there?”
“So you were gangly, huh?” Evan asked.
“I was not… I was long… limbed. There is a difference.” Sam said.
“About as much difference between chartreuse and pear.” Evan said.
“How dare you, now you are just being mean. You know this shirt is very much a Mindaro yellow, calling it anything else is an insult to the creator.” Sam commented, pretending to be huffy.
Evan chuckled, sat up onto his elbows and bent his finger forward, beckoning Sam to come close.
Sam leaned forward over the bed and quirked an eyebrow at Evan. “Mhhhm?” He intoned.
Evan reached out and slipped his finger into his collar. Grabbing it.
Sam’s eyes widened. “Hey, what are you doing? I am busy, and you are going to stretch the collar...” He started saying.
“Your sweater kept peeking open as you moved around packing, it isn’t fair. I want to see more… Can’t we…” Evan’s eyes peeked down Sam’s shirt and Sam watched Evan’s gaze fill with playful desire.
“Just once before you go?” Evan wiggled his eyebrows coquettishly.
Sam stared at him. ‘Just once… it wouldn’t take too long, and he looks so good in his jeans and his peaking open button up… Maybe?’
Sam remembered how his dad barked about him always being late for everything. And it broke him out of the spell Evan had cast on him. That damn spell of just one more moment, it won’t take long,’ That evil magic Evan was somehow always able to cast over him.
“You… You devilish thing you. Behave.” Sam said.
Sam straightened up, adjusting his Mindaro yellow sweater so that it sat on his neckline correctly. “I can’t be late to the airport, I will miss my flight.”
Evan groaned and fell back down to the bed again. “Welp, can’t blame a horny guy for trying.”
Sam rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk.
“Don’t go, just stay here and have thanksgiving with me. You can be my gorgeous husband and make dinner… naked.” Evan said.
“I could make you dinner but who says I want to do that when I can go to my parent's house and get pampered and spoiled? And I haven’t seen my dads in ages so there really isn’t like a bad part to that scenario. The whole thing is coming up roses, so what makes you think I want to stay here and slave over your spoiled butt… especially naked?" Sam asked.
“It’s a nice butt, you have said so, many times.” Evan said rolling over and showing off how good his butt looked in those pants. Sam sucked in his bottom lip before smirking.
‘Damn you and your stupid charm. Evan.’’
“Regardless of how nice a butt it is, that isn’t the question you need to barter me into agreeing to right now. Because if it was a question about whether or not your butt is grade A material. There would be no debate right now.” Sam lifted his leg and poked Evan’s butt with his toe playfully.
“It is a nice butt.” Evan agreed.
“Ew, don’t do that, it's weird when you do it, and fine when I do.” Sam commented.
Evan’s warm chuckle filled Sam’s small dorm room and Sam just paused, enjoying the way it echoed off the walls and filled the space.
“Oh it’s okay for you to talk about how hot you are but not okay when I do it?” He shook his head, a look of intrigued chagrin plastered across his face.
Sam smacked his lips together.
“Yeah, obviously, encroaching on my territory is a no. Don’t steal my thunder.
Being obsessively proud of themselves is my thing.” Sam pointed out, clearly peacocking for fun but for real at the same time and knowing Evan knew he was being equally shameless on both accounts.
Evan nodded and grabbed one of Sam’s photo albums he had laying on the bed and started looking at the photos. He had pulled it out last night when they had got back from dinner. It was just a bunch of pictures of Sam and Max together. None from really before his final year of highschool though.
“What? You are not going to even try and refute that…Like oh I like it when you do it. ” Sam asked, annoyed that Evan was being so unhelpful in his pandering today. ‘How much of this playful banter is empty… You take me for dinner to meet your parents. You take me to meet your friends. We go to movies together. We do everything together, when we are not with Max and Leo and yet… Yet I have no idea what the hell this is. Maybe, maybe going away for Thanksgiving break will be just the thing I need to figure this… us out.’ He thought.
“Do I need to refute the truth?” Evan sat up, dropped the album and looked straight into Sam’s eyes.
“It’s cute…I like the way you are,” he said slowly.
Sam stared at him, a warm flush of heat pouring through his body ravenously.
“Okay, well. I didn’t mean you had to say it so seriously.” Sam gulped, turning away quickly then covering his face with his hand to hide his emotions. ‘Don’t show them now.’ Sam coughed, rubbed his chin then bent forward pretending like nothing happened as he started to pack again.
But his attention was completely and utterly enraptured on Evan as Evan pretended to keep looking at the pictures. Sam mass grabbed things and began throwing them unscrupulous into his suitcase refusing to look directly at Evan again.
He heard Evan give a snort like a chuckle of triumph. That competitiveness rose up inside him and refused to let him win.
‘Damn it Evan. I hate you… Maybe.’
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