Any willpower Jared had that kept him holding back everything he wanted to do to the boy left the moment Evan ground down against his thigh. Jared gasped at the feeling of his hard length, hot even through the fabric of his pants. Then Evan was kissing him again and Jared was saved having to answer at all. He mentally assured himself that he had tried. He had given Evan space and the chance to think about what was happening. And Evan knew it. He had made the conscious decision to push forward and so Jared was more than happy to follow.
Evan lowered himself onto Jared, who loved the feelings of his friend's body pressed so fully against his. He could feel everything. Eyes closed, Jared continued to kiss Evan back as he mentally documented everything he felt. If this never happened again—like hell it wouldn't—Jared wanted to be able to remember every single detail. Their mouths moved together, inexperienced but what they lacked in experience they made up for in desperation. Jared thrust his hips upward, seeking friction from wherever he could get it as Evan continued to grind against his thigh. Jared's hands slid up Evan's sides and along his shoulders until one gripped into the shirt at the base of his neck and the other slipped into Evan's hair, fingers gripping at the strands as he tugged, as if trying to pull him closer, which was practically impossible.
Arching against the other, Jared moaned into the kisses, enjoying the hot puffs of air between each kiss. The sounds Evan made were going straight to his cock and Jared whimpered, needing more friction than their current position allowed for. Jared broke the kiss. It was hot, too hot. Too many clothes. Far too many clothes. He reached between them and started to pull up his shirt but hesitated.
Evan wasn't stupid. He knew just as everyone did by looking at him that Jared had a little extra weight. Usually, it wasn't something Jared gave much time to worrying about. Now, however, he found himself wondering if Evan would see his pudge, the extra squishy bits, his love handles... and be disgusted. After all, he'd gone for Zoe Murphy who was a stick and he still wasn't completely certain Evan didn't have the teensiest crush on Connor Murphy. He'd been tall and skinny but also fit. He'd had muscles. He'd been toned. Jared was not any of those things. Would that matter when Evan saw? He cleared his throat.