"Hey, we're going to the bar tonight boo. Me, you, Taissa, and Sarah." You got a text from Evan. "Oh. Well thanks for telling me how my night is gonna go. Maybe I don't want to be seen in public with you." You type back. "Y/N, being seen in public with me is probably the greatest thing that has ever happened to your sad life. :)" "You're a dick. But okay, I'll come." "I have a dick, yes this is true." "It's so sad that a perfectly good appendage is wasted on you." "Wow." You laughed as you re-read the conversation. You pulled on your tightest pair of skinny jeans and your tightest low-cut tshirt. You accessorized with a necklace with a beautiful blue gem, and your favorite leather boots. You let your hair fall down around your face in loose, shiny curls. After applying just a little bit of light, natural make-up, you stuck your license and some money in your back pocket, leaving your purse on your bedside table. You walked out of your apartment, and locked the door behind you heading out to your car. After you sat down and buckled your seat belt, you took off towards Evans house, blasting some Arctic Monkeys. When you pulled into the driveway, you slammed your door shut and skipped up to the front door, not bothering to knock. You haven't knocked in 20 years. "Hey, fuckface I'm here. And I'm driving with you." "The fuck you are. I don't know what diseases you have and I'm not letting you sit on my seats." He giggled, coming out of the kitchen with a sandwich in hand. "Only disease I have is the one where it makes my brain think being your friend is even remotely okay." You took the sandwich from his and bit off almost half of it. Evan glared at you, and you took a bow. "Let me go get dressed." He sauntered off to his bedroom and closed the door. You plopped down on the couch and peered at the table next to you. There was a framed picture of you and Evan at Disneyland about 10 years ago. You picked it up and smiled, being flooded with memories of you and him in your teenage years. That particular day you were too terrified to even go on any of the rides and Evan stayed with you the whole time, even though he wanted to ride everything. You heard his door open and you shot your head up. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a black tshirt, with his old worn out converse. You smiled at how handsome your best friend had gotten, and how successfully his acting career had grown. "Come on babe." He swooped up his keys and opened his front door for you. You probably imagined it, but as you walked by you could have sworn you heard him sigh "That ass."
He opened the passenger side door for you and then walked around to the drivers side and slid in, starting the car up. "We're going to Sarah's house and taking her car with Taissa." He explained as he pulled left out of his driveway. The ride to Sarah's was quiet, due to the loud music coming from the car speakers. You were excited. Always excited to hang out with Evans co-workers. When you guys had turned into her driveway, you noticed her truck was the only car there. "Are we all gonna have to squeeze in her truck?" You asked, knowing there were only three seats. Evan shrugged his shoulders and you stepped out of his car. Taissa was sitting on the front porch. "HI Y/N! It's good to see you!" She pulled you into a hug. "Hi Taissa!" Sarah hugged you next, and you all piled into her truck. By the time everyone had gotten comfortable, you were sitting on Evans lap. He had placed a hand on your thigh, leaving it warm and tingling under his touch. Sarah started the truck and backed out of the driveway, heading towards the bar, which was about 30 minutes away. 30 minutes of an uncomfortable car ride. You tried to wiggle your hips, and make it more comfortable but there was no relief. Evan had his chin resting on your back. Every one was talking and laughing and trying to find some good songs on the radio. You leaned forward a little, to tighten the laces on your boots, and you felt Evans whole body stiffen up. When you came back to your normal position you scooted your butt up a litter higher and put a hand on Evans thigh to steady yourself. The hand that was resting on your thigh came up to your hips and squeezed tightly, causing you to look back and make sure he was okay. When your eyes met he mouthed, "Stop moving." "Sorry." You mouthed back. You didn't know if you were hurting him or what, but you tried to stop moving. Sarah turned down a road with some potholes, which she was swerving to avoid. Everyone else was fine, considering they had seat belts on, but you were sliding around on Evans lap, grabbing onto his knees to try and stop. He was clutching onto your waist a little harder than before, and Sarah hit a pothole that she couldn't manage to escape on time. Once she turned off the road, you adjusted yourself on Evans lap again, wiggling your hips to get back to a comfortable spot. He brought his lips up to your ears, and you stopped to listen what he was going to say, "Y/N. Stop. Moving." you looked back at him with a quizzical face, and he blushed a little. "Just please, for the love of god, keep your ass still." You suddenly realized, a little embarrassed that it took you this long to figure it out, that you were rubbing your ass all over Evans lap, and he was probably getting turned on. You smirked to yourself and turned back to face the road. He had his hand on your thigh again, and you didn't move the rest of the way there. But it did feel good that you were making Evan Peters, your handsome ass best friend, a little turned on. When you arrived at the bar, you all headed inside and showed your ID's, ordering drinks and sitting down at a table. You sat across from Evan, and pulled your shirt down a little, exposing cleavage, because you noticed he couldn't stop looking at your chest. Everything you said to him, you added a sexual undertone, hoping he would catch on. You knew it was mean, but it was so adorable watching him squirm.
After three in the morning, everyone piled into Sarah's truck again, only Taissa was driving this time due to the fact that she only had two shots and that was when we first got there. You weren't drunk, but you felt good. Sarah was wasted, and Evan was slurring his words a little, which was surprisingly adorable to you. You sat on Evans lap again, but didn't do much moving around. You figured he had had enough. The ride to Sarah's sobered you up completely, and you were able to drive Evans car back to his house. Evan was pretty much almost normal again by the time you reached his house. "You wanna come in and watch a movie? I can't have a night of drinking with no cuddles." he stuck his bottom lip out and you laughed. "Okay, I can stay and watch a movie." You guys walked into his house, he went into his bedroom and came back out wearing sweats, and he tossed you a big shirt with some swears, and he headed into the kitchen to get snacks and you popped a movie in. When he came back into the living room, the movie had already started and you were laying on couch, covered up by a blanket. He came up to you and laid behind, draping one arm over your waist. A million times you had done this, a million times you had cuddled and watched a movie, but for some reason this time was much different. Your belly was doing flips, and you could feel his heart beating in his chest. You smiled to yourself and fake yawned, stretching your body against his, pushing your hips and ass into his sweatpants.
Evan put a hand on your side, underneath the shirt he lent you. You looked up at him, and smiled. "Everything okay dear?" He grabbed your jaw in his hand and turned your head, so his lips were at your ear, "You keep moving your ass on my cock, and you're gonna have a problem you can't handle." You stiffened, and your heart started racing. Wow. You turned your body to face him, and you pushed yourself up onto his body. Your noses were almost touching. "What about this? Is this better?" Evan put a giant hand on your bottom, and pulled you into him, even closer than before of that was still possible. He ran that hand up your side and under the shirt, laying it over your breast. You reached around and unclipped your strap, getting yourself free from the bra, you tossed it the ground. Evans hand was warm on the mound of skin. He ran a thumb over your nipple and you inhaled sharply. He kissed you. It was a quick kiss, but the way he invaded your mouth with his tongue, still rubbing your nipple with his thumb, was enough for you. When he pulled back he also pulled his hand away, bringing it up to his mouth getting his forefinger wet with his mouth. He then put his hand back under the covers and into your sweat pants. You separated your legs for him, inviting him in, and he moved your underwear out of the way, parting the folds of skin, and finding something even more sensitive. He ran his entire hand over it. He moved it down, until the tip of his middle finger slipped inside of you and you gasped out loud, bringing your hand up his shoulder. He pushed inside and rubbed your clit with his palm. "Oh, Evan.." he started to slow down, and eventually stop, causing you to sigh at the sudden loss of pleasure. He brought his hand back up to his face and pretended to watch the movie, "Why did you do that!?" he was quiet for a moment. "You make me suffer, I make you suffer." He smiled at you, goofily. "And maybe, if you deserve, we can continue that later tonight." He winked at you.
