Evan hadn't done his stretch across the bed with deliberate intent to put his ass on display for Jared. it was a matter of logistics, and where his backpack was stashed that allowed it to happen. He hadn't really even thought about it.
Which didn't mean he was oblivious to Jared's ass right in front of him. It was quite a nice view, he thought. And it was convenient that his shirt had pulled up a bit, giving Evan a very nice view indeed.
He cleared his throat before he got into the car. There was no conversation during the three minute drive, there was only the radio and Jared focused on driving. Evan was fine with that, he preferred it that way, really. Once Jared parked, Evan grabbed his bag, slung it on one shoulder, the loose hanging strap in his hand, fingers working in it an intricate pattern of movement that left it smooth and worn over time.
He looked down at the smokey grey cat at his feet, watched as Jared shooed her inside, waited for Jared to go in before following. He lifted his head out of his habitually hunched posture to look around. Jared's parents were pretty well off, and it showed in the decor of the house. It almost seemed to Evan too perfect for anyone to actually live here.
"I was here once. When we, when we were younger." When his mom had been sick and in hospital over night that one time. Evan remembered it clearly, because he'd stayed over night, sleeping on a pile of blankets in Jared's room. And he'd wet his pants during the night. It wasn't something he wanted to think about, and he kind of hated himself for bringing it up, because Jared knew exactly what had happened that night.
"It's...it'll be different this time," he said as Arwen arched her back against his legs.