Evan tried not to stare, but it was hard. The more Jared stretched the more he felt his heart rate speed up. He felt a white hot coil of arousal stirring between his legs. He tried to look away, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the view in front of him.
"Oh. I..." he started, when Jared asked him to get the bottle from the back of the cabinet. Now it was his turn to stretch, and he wondered if Jared was doing that on purpose. Evan knew he probably couldn't easily reach the bottle himself, but Evan still wondered if there was an ulterior motive behind the request for Evan to get the bottle. Even if there was, Evan wasn't going to say no.
He leaned against the counter as he rose up on his toes, reaching to the back of the cabinet. He retrieved the bottle Jared requested and hoped he didn't lose his grip on it because his hands were so sweaty. He managed to hold onto it long enough to pass it over to Jared.
He watched Jared closely as he sniffed the bottle. As he poured. Evan really wanted to sit down. Sit down so he could cross his legs and curl up and pretend he wasn't there. Pretend he wasn't watching every muscle as Jared moved. Pretend he wasn't interested in what he was seeing. He cleared his throat and tried not to jump out of his skin when Jared pressed a shot glass into his hands.
Evan looked to Jared, studying him, looking for validation. His eyes went wide for a moment, but Jared seemed so earnest and trying to reassure Evan that it was okay. He wasn't so sure, but he trusted Jared. He trusted that Jared wouldn't do anything to harm him or put him in danger. The whole thing seemed surreal, and before he knew it, he was following Jared's lead and downing the shot in one gulp.
It burned his throat, and hit his stomach hard. He felt weird, almost light headed, but it wasn't really a bad thing. He didn't really have time to think about it, because Jared was talking and then wiping a finger over Evan's chin and...holy shit. Evan's cheeks burned hot when Jared followed through from wiping his chin to licking his finger. That...that made him feel super light headed and weak in the knees.
"I..." he started, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to find the words to say anything at all. He was still holding the shot glass and his fingers twitched against it. He swallowed hard, and his tongue skated across his lip. "It...it was, it was good. I...I like it," Evan stammered, because he felt like he needed to say something.