Yesterday was Evans last day of shooting season 2 of American Horror Story, and you wanted to surprise him. You had been working on a painting devoted to him for around 5 months, trying to make it perfect. You and Evan had been friends for years and went to the same highschool, which is when you first meant. You loved his kindness, his huge heart, and him as a person to be honest. When you had finished your painting, you were extremely excited to gift it to him. Your heart fluttered as you wrapped it and even more when you wrote him a note, thanking him for everything he had done for you.
After carefully wrapping the painting and writing the note, you put it in the passenger seat of your car. You went back inside to get ready, walking up the stairs to yohr bedroom. Counting each step, you made it to your room and opened your closet. You quickly grabbed a green tang top the stuck tight around your body, outlining your boobs and waist. It showed off your collar bones which was one of your favorite futures about yourself, along with your eyes. You went to your dress which was under the hanging shirts and grabbed a pair of baggy jeans and pulling off your sweatpants. You slipped on the pants and walked into your bathroom. Your quickly brushed your hair before pulling it behind your ears. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a short moment before walking out of the bathroom and to your nightstand, grabbing you wallet and phone. You kissed your cat Miss Finkle who was laying on your bed on the head and headed down the stairs and out to the car. You pulled out of the driveway, hooking your phone up to the stereo and blasting music. Slowly driving to Evans house, you contemplated on how to surprise Evan.
To help lessen the odds of Evan seeing you before you could surprise him, your parked two houses away from his when you got there. You grabbed everything you needed and started walking towards his house. It didn't take long, but it felt like forever. Your heart rate speeded up in anticipation with every step closer you took to Evan. You had gone sleepless some nights because of this, and you were honestly wishing you had just bought him something. Your guts felt like they were tied into a million tiny knots, squeezing your lungs until your ran out of air. What if he hated it? You continued to ask yourself as you walked up his driveway and onto the porch.
It was only Evans car in the driveway, meaning he was alone. "Thank god." You muttered quietly your breath creating fog due to how cold it was. You walked over to the right side of the porch to the window seal.You had been to Evans house many times before so he told you were the key was. Lifting a fake plant up from the window seal, you found the key buried under some soil. You walked back over to the door, the floorboards creeking the slightest bit. As you made it to the door, you placed the key to the lock and turned. The door clicked and the knob turned. Stepping in, you placed your wallet and phone on the shoe rack, along with your shoes. You put the key in your pocket and shut the door behind you, looking around. To your satisfaction, Evan was nowhere in the first floor of the house. With Evans gift in hand, you walked up the stairs to the second floor which was where Evans room was. You pulled your hair behind your ear again and walked to each door, checking to locate what room he was in. As you barley opened his bedroom door, your saw him laying in bed. He had no shirt on, revealing his toned stomach. With some guilt, you couldn't help but stare for a moment. He was leaning against his bed frame, he eyes softly shut and his head leaning back. He lower body was covered by a blanket and you could faintly see it moving, along with his arm. It took your a short second to register what he was doing, and yet you were still staring. All of his muscles were tightened and tense as his hand moved up and down his cock. "Oh, fuck Y/N," He moans. Shock flooded your body, pinching every single one of your nerves. You practically choked on your own siliva as his hand began to move faster. "Oh shit, Y/N, fuck me, please," He pleaded, his eyes still shut. He kicked the blanket off of himself with a grunt. You figured it was to hot, beads of sweat building on his forehead. "Please Y/N, make me cum" He moaned again, his legs moving slightly. His free hand clenched the blanket he had thrown off himself. You were still staring, but this time at his boner, and his hand pleasuring himself while he was moaning your name. He was larger then you thought he was and after looking for a moment you looked back up to his face, he eyes still softly closed and his mouth flooding the room with whimpers. "f-fuck," He said with whimpers covering his whiny and desperate voice. "I want you to use me," He whimpered and your eyes grew wide. You had never thought of this side of Evan. You had a dream one time, where the two of you had had sex, but that was just a dream. This was the glistening reality of Evan thinking of you while he was masturbating. His legs began twitching, his muscles tensing even more so them before. The most heavenly moans and whimpers dripped from his lips as he finished. His hand came to a slow stop and he was out of breath. He opened his eyes and went to look down at his chest. Instead, he saw you, standing in the door way, practically paralyzed from your own disbelieve. He instantly threw a blanket over himself. "Shit!" He screamed and you couldn't seem to form words.
"I- I uhm," You tried to speak, but you couldn't form any words beside what you had just said. Instead you turned awkwardly around and walked down the stairs, confused.
You walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down on a stool. You set the painting you had made for him onto the counter and rested your head in your hands.
