Evan had every intention of undressing himself, but he froze when Jared spoke and told him no. His heart leapt into this throat when Jared took hold of his arm and prevented him getting up. Evan understood his point, though, so while his heart hammered like a tribal drum in his ears, there was no fear. At least, no additional fear. There was fear of having his body revealed to Jared, but it wasn't the kind of fear that was going paralyze him. It was the kind that had him alternately looking at Jared and looking at his hands, watching the involuntary twitching of his fingers because he didn't have a purpose for them now.
And it didn't help that his right hand was splattered with Jared's cum and he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. He didn't want to wipe it on his shirt, he didn't want to rub it off on Jared's sheets, even though more had spilled on the sheets. It was a matter of principle, and Evan's uncertainty spiked as Jared moved off the bed. At the finger telling him to wait a moment, Evan's eyes dropped to his hands, fingers working against each other in a furious pattern of anxiety.
His gaze flickered up to Jared's face as Jared returned to the bed with the wash cloth in hand. Evan vaguely remembered Jared going to get it just a little while ago, but for what, he couldn't remember. Oh right, he'd gotten it because Evan had spilled his drink when the cat startled him. Arwen was nowhere to be seen now, though, and that was just as well. Evan was focused on other things.
Like the fact Jared was suddenly licking his hand. Not just licking Evan's hand, but licking his own cum off Evan's skin. Evan's eyes locked on the sight, unable to look away no matter how red he felt. It was like Jared was peeling back the layers, exposing something so raw it was too beautiful to look at. Evan couldn't have spoken coherent words if his life depended on it. He could do little more than breathe, and that was only happening because it was automatic and involuntary. Even his other hand was entirely still, his fingers frozen mid twitch, in an awkward half curled position.
Evan had never tasted his own cum. He'd certainly jerked off. In bed, or in the shower. Mostly in the shower because he didn't want his mom to see the evidence on his sheets. But even then, he cleaned up with tissues, and hid them in his trash can. He'd never even thought about licking it, or tasting himself. Jerking off had always been more of a compulsion, not something he did while watching porn, not something he did to seek pleasure. It was release and nothing more, an unavoidable part of being a teenaged boy.
It hadn't really occurred to him, despite Jared's constant barrage of gay jokes, that maybe the problem was that Evan wasn't turned on by the things he felt he should have been. He noticed some girls were pretty, sure. But he didn't really think about that when he jerked off. And he sure as hell wasn't going to think about Jared other boys when he jerked off. And as a result of not allowing himself to think about the things that really turned him on, it was an anticlimactic experience for him.
He had a feeling that was all going to change here and now. Even though Jared was taking his time and drawing it out, Evan could feel the electricity in his veins. He knew Jared was going to give him what he needed, Jared was going to undress him and show him what an orgasm was supposed to feel like.
Except, Jared wasn't making a move to undress him. He'd tossed the towel aside, he'd liked Evan's hand clean. And instead of going at Evan's clothes, Jared kissed him. And while Evan was in no way complaining about that, he was frustrated. Because Jared was toying with him, a series of quick little kisses Evan knew were designed to make him half crazy. He got the result he wanted, Evan's hands gripping the sheets beneath him as his body pulsed and cried out for Jared's touch. He moaned impatiently, a delicate mix of frustration and anticipation, of annoyance and desperation.