Evan smirked. "How much practice have you had at really keeping your hands to yourself when a hot guy you've never had before is in your bed?" he asked, clearly teasing. "I don't want to wait up with you like leaning over me, staring at me or touching me. I'm not sure I'd be okay with that afterward. I might be traumatized."
He just smirked and raised his glass to Sam.
With Sam's response, Evan nodded. He would let it go. Clearly, Sam didn't want to talk about it. "Alright. You deserve some fun. I told you that. Too bad you didn't pick up this guy when I took you that that gay bar," he said with a new grin. "But hey, if you get serious, remember I'm your best friend and not only do I still want to see you, but I'd want to meet this guy."
He reached out and took a drink of his beer, considering Sam for a moment. "Since you won't speak of your for fun but not really fucking around, do you want to hear how I've been spending my time as you have isolated yourself from me?"