Jared watched the other's face after he told Evan that it was his turn. He could see the fear present in his eyes and Jared would never force Evan to do something if he felt he absolutely couldn't, but he would have also been extremely disappointed. Luckily, he didn't have to worry because in the next moment, blushing beautifully, Evan gave the go ahead. Jared watched as he kicked off his shoes and began to turn as if standing from the bed.
"Oh, no you don't," he said, voice firm as he grabbed Evan's arm, his hold firm but not overbearing. He waited until Evan looked at him to shake his head. He knew he could have gone for one of his trademark jokes and smirk combos here, but he didn't feel that was appropriate here. Instead, Jared released Evan so that he could rise from the bed, shifting until he was on his knees. The move was slow going, his body felt so heavy and relaxed but he managed. He urged Evan to shift back to lay on the pillows as he had, scooting to the side a bit to give Evan the space. As soon as he had, he glanced at the cum still on Evan's hand. It would dry very soon if they didn't take care of it and so Jared put up his index finger to signal Evan to wait.
Slipping off the bed, Jared padded over to his laundry basket to retrieve the washcloth. It was still damp. Good. Jared hadn't really wanted to leave the room. Leaving the room meant breaking the atmosphere, which meant Evan had time to think, Evan had time to run. He couldn't let Evan run. Evan had to see how much Jared wanted him. How much Jared cared about him. He returned to the bed, walking to the side to sit on the edge of the bed. He said nothing as he took hold of Evan's wrist, pulling it toward him. He moved the hand with the washcloth forward but stopped short. His eyes glanced upward, taking in Evan's face which was watching his hands. He chewed his lower lip and glance back down at Evan's hands. He had a decision to make and it needed to be done quickly. He just couldn't be sure whether Evan would find his proposed action hot or disgusting.
Deciding it didn't matter, Jared threw caution to the wind. He let the hand with the wash cloth fall to his lap as he brought the other's hand up to his face. He didn't hesitate as he leaned in, tongue slipping out to swipe at the cum on Evan's fingers. Full disclosure, Jared had tasted his own come before. On multiple ocassions. First time to see what it tasted like. Not the most horrible thing in the world. A few times due to no other convenient means of clean up. And a few times just because he could. He found it hot in porn and when he jerked off to fantasies, it helped play them out a bit. Of course, so far the fantasy had seriously lacked, completely paled in comparison to the real thing.
Jared's attention shifted from Evan's hand to Evan's face as he licked up a bit more, smirking at the look on Evan's face. Okay, well this was definitely good to know. Pulling away, he cleaned the remaining mess off Evan's hand, tossing the dirty washcloth into the hamper again. After he was done with completely taking Evan apart, he would go get a clean one. Hell, he might even talk Evan into joining him in the shower because fuck, yeah... that was a very hot image. His cock jerked feebly but Jared ignored it. Right now, all of his attention was on Evan.
Turning and crawling onto his bed completely, Jared shifted forward on his knees until the pressed against the side of Evan's body. For a moment, he just looked at him. He didn't even no where to begin and so he just went with what seemed the most natural and comfortable choice.