You had finally been home after a long day of making Christmas cookies with your sister. You guys had made up to 20 trays of cookies, fudges, and candies. You always made extra trays for your boyfriend Evan that way he was able to bring some to work every now and then.
You unlocked your door and walked inside and took your shoes off. You and Evan didn't have shooting this week, the crew was on Christmas break. You set down your bag and walked up the stairs into yours and Evans room, expecting to find him there. To your own disappointment, he wasn't sitting on the bed like you were hoping. You unclasped your bra from under your shirt and let out a deep breath of relief. You took off your rather uncomfortable shirt, followed by pushing the bra straps from your arms. As your bra fell off, you grabbed one of Evans shirts from his dresser and slipped it on. His shirts always smelt heavenly, due to the fact that his cologne stuck on them. His shirt was also rather baggy on you, but you didn't mind. To be honest, it had allowed better airflow. You dropped your pants and grabbed some shorts, slipping those on as well. You walked to the bathroom located in the corner of the room, thinking that maybe Evan would be in the shower. As you walked in you didn't see him, disatisfaction flooding your body. You walked over to the mirror and grabbed your brush from the drawer. You began brushing out your black hair before putting it in a messy, low bun. Your out-grown bangs slipped from the hair tie, falling to the front of your face. As you walked out of the bathroom, you heard your phone go off in you jean pocket. You bent down and grabbed you jeans, reaching for the phone with a sigh. Looking at your phone, you saw Evan had sent a message saying ' down in the garage, fixing up the car. if you want to come down, come through the inside door, the garage door is shut so no snow gets in.' You smiled finally having heard from him. You walked- no, practically skipped down the stairs to get to the garage. You rarely ever got to spend time with Evan anymore because he was working on shooting the second season of American Horror Story, The Assylum. You walked out to the kitchen and turned into a hallway leading to the inside garage door. You turned the doorknob and music spilled into your ears. You walked in and shut the door behind you, seeing Evan half under the car, with his legs out from under it. He was laying on one of those things with wheels on it so he could roll under the car and out from under the car.
He was wearing a white shirt and some grey sweats, and his foot was tapping along to the music playing. You walked over to him and put your legs on either side of his, sitting on his lap. You could feel his stomach laugh lightly before he used his legs to be push himself out. As he looked up at you he smiled, "Hi beautiful." He remarked. "Hello." You answered and rested your head on his chest. "How was your day" You asked him and scratched his side. "Boring." He answered bluntly and put his hand on your back. "What are you doing?" He asked you and pulled you up to face him. "Nothing. I've just missed you.." You answered with a coy smile, "a lot." You finished your sentence and played with his hair. He had dyed it brown for the character he was playing this season. It was also much shorter than before, but you loved it. "I like your hair like this." You declared and kissed his forehead. "Yeah?" He asked and smirked. "Yeah, definitely. I think you should keep it like this." You told him in full honesty. You preferred this much over his blonde hair, but both suited him very well, and you found both heavily attractive. "How do you think I'd look with a mustache?" He asked laughing. "Please don't ever, ever get a mustache." You answered quickly, laughing with him and leaning down to kiss him. Your kiss lasted longer than anticipated, your lips working perfectly in sync. "What was that for?" He asked as the kiss broke, your faces still inches away from each other. "I told you. I missed you." You say, placing your lips against his neck and kissing it lightly. Your right hand traveled up his shirt and began drawing circles on his side. "You gonna show me how much you missed me baby?" He said with a smirk, grabbing your hips and sitting up against the car so he was able to face you. "You want me too show you?" You replied and began slowly moving your hips against him. You felt his stomach become tense and a small, barely audible whimper fall from his lips. "Yes." He whispered his answer in your ear and pushed your hips down against him more aggressively. He could feel you smile against his neck as you kissed hit sweet spot, right below his jawline under his ear. You grabbed his hips before latching your hands on the bottom of his shirt. "Arms up." You demanded and he listened obediently, allowing you to take his shirt off. You began kissing him again, your tongues slipping through each other's mouths making the kiss almost suffocating. You hands traveled down to his crotch and you began to untie his sweatpants. The kiss broke leaving both of you out of breath. You looked down to help yourself untie his sweats and he began kissing your neck. You smiled due to his affection and looked up at him. "What did you quadruple knot these or something?" You declared out of breath and he smiled. "If you want to show me how much you missed me you are gonna have to put some work in." He smirked and continued kissing your neck. After a moment you finally got them united, sighing in relief. You could see how hard he was through his boxers. "Excited already?" You teased and his scoffed with a coy smile. Your hands traveled to the bottom of your shirt and your lifted it over your head. Evans eyes instantly traveled to your chest and he looked hypnotized. "No bra?" He asked, practically mumbling. "Am I showing you how much I missed you yet?" You questioned, making him look back up at you and smile. "Not until you-" You cut him off and took his cock into your hands, struggled grunts and moans escaping him. "Fuck.." He moans, kissing your neck once again, this time more sloppy and displaced. Your free hand traveled to his head and your intertwined your fingers between his hair, his head falling into th crook of your neck. You began moving your hand faster. His moans became more and more uncontrollable, as he practically bit down on your neck to block them out. He hands digged into your hips, most likely leaving bruises and scratches. "Lift your hips." He declared bluntly, more as a demand rather then a question. "What?" You heard him, just barely through his moans, but you heard him making you confused."Hmm?" You replied, making him know that you were confused. "Lift, your fucking, hips. Please?" He whispered as you were still stroking him. You followed his demands and lifted yourself off of him and he quickly loved you shorts and underwear over, pushing you onto him. "Oh fuck.." You muttered and adjusted to his warm feeling. "You ready?" He asked and you nodded, beginning to move your hips up and down against him. He followed your movements with his own hips, moving them with yours. He hugged you in order to bring you two closer together, your naked bodies brushing against each other. Both of you were close, but you didn't need to communicate that to each other. Each of you knew each others bodies better than they knew their own. Digging your nails into his back, you finished, still moving to help him reach his high. After a moment or two, you could see him struggling to stop himself. Lifting yourself up, he pulled out and began running himself to help finish. He came onto your lower stomach, both of your guys breath heavy. You guys looked at each other and smiled as he grabbed a towel he had been using before, cleaning you up. "Thank you." You told him as he threw the rag aside. "I believe I should be thanking you." He he said and kissed you again, whispering in your ear, "I missed you too.".
