Evan lifted his head when Jared all but bucked up against him. He groaned at the press of Jared's erection, and shifted his weight to one side so that his own erection would grind against Jared's. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Evan knew he was not acting right, that he was being driven by the mix of the alcohol and his medication, that he was displaying a courage and self awareness he didn't usually own.
Some part of him wanted to run away form all of this and hide in a dark corner where he could curl up in a ball and try to disappear. But the pleasurable feelings he was experiencing were sufficient to over ride Evan's feelings of self doubt and inadequacy. Jared was clearly enjoying what Evan was doing to him, despite the fact he was on his back and pinned down in his own bed. The heavy, lustful look in his eyes and the sounds he made burned right through Evan, and eradicated all of his desire to curl up and hide from the world.
Evan let his tongue skate across his bottom lip for Jared's benefit just before he lowered his head, moving his body in such a way to rub and create friction from his cock against Jared's. They were both still fully clothed below the waist, but the stimulation Evan's movement created caused him to gasp. He cut his own whimpers short by closing his mouth over one of Jared's nipples, and the hand that had released its hold on Jared's hand moved to caress the other while the hand that still held Jared's pressed with renewed strength against the mattress.
He suckled Jared's nipple for a couple of seconds, and oh, how he loved the sounds Jared made then. But he continued his downward trajectory, finally releasing Jared's other hand as both Evan's hands moved to caress Jared's sides as he shifted and pulled away from Jared's cock, his lips and tongue tasting the young man's torso. His hands inevitably reached the waistband of Jared's pants, at which point Evan lifted his head again and grinned at Jared.
He looked intently at Jared's face as his hands worked to unfasten Jared's belt, then the button of his jeans. The zipper sounded oddly like a buzz saw to Evan's ears as he tugged it down, and his hands deftly moved back up to the waistband to draw the denim down and away, Evan nearly sliding off the bed as he tugged the pants completely off, leaving Jared in his socks and underwear. Evan didn't speak, but climbed back onto the bed, crawling up between Jared's legs until he was back in position, and the fingers of one hand danced teasingly over the elastic waistband of the underwear Jared wore.
All thoughts of retreat were currently gone from Evan's mind. He was entirely focused on Jared beneath him. "I want..." he wasn't stammering, but articulation was still difficult right then. "I want to see all of you." His cheeks burned bright, a stark contrast to the summer sky blue of his eyes as he looked down at his best friend.