Evan hated the way he'd treated Jared, nearly tossing him aside in favor of the lie of his friendship with Connor. Jared should have hated him, should never have given Evan a second chance after all of that, after the lie was exposed and the fantasy crashed at Evan's feet. But he had, and Evan knew he would never find the words to say just how much he appreciated that, how much he appreciated that Jared stayed and fought through the lies and the tears and helped Evan salvage the only real and true friendship he'd ever had.
And it all came down to this. Evan, still fully clothed in bed with a completely naked Jared, Jared's cock in his hand, Jared's cum on his fingers, and Jared saying now it was his turn. The thought of taking off his clothes sent tendrils of fear through Evan. He was thin, too thin. He knew this. he didn't eat enough. He wasn't sickly thin, not at all, but his ribs showed when he sucked in his breath. He had virtually no fat, and his chest was a swirl of dark hair, and he basically hated the way he looked.
But Jared had bared all, and while there had been some hesitation along the way, he hadn't resisted. Evan would try to give Jared the same courtesy. "I...okay," he said, blushing from his neck to his cheeks. He kicked off his shoes as he sat up with intent to slide off the bed and undress.