H2OVanoss & Bitches

Blue Sweater Beats (H2OVanoss)

Jonathan didn't know why Evan loved oversized clothes, he just assumed it was a short person thing since he's six-foot-five compared to Evan's five-foot-ten. Though he couldn't argue, Evan looked good in them, the shirts that nearly went down to his knees and the pants that hung low on his hips. And don't get him started on when Evan takes his jacket, the light blue material makes his skin glow, and it's tight on him since he's more filled out than Jonathan himself. 

It was normal for Evan to lounge around in his boxers, the guy just simply doesn't give a flying fuck who sees him half naked or not and Jonathan certainly doesn't mind. He's usually shirtless himself. Though he would be in boxers too, but he doesn't dare take the chance of springing a hard-on right in front of his roommate. That would just be weird. But he knew the day would come, he wasn't really looking forward to it, and he dreaded the day it happened. He had forgotten to do his laundry and the only thing left in his wardrobe were the gray sweatpants he usually wore for the days he went to the gym. 

Jonathan sighed, sliding the gray sweats up his long legs before scurrying out of his room and to the laundry mat in the lower levels of the building. Evan was still asleep and Jonathan hoped that would still be the case when he came back and was able to pin 'little Jonny' under a pair of jeans where the threat of embarrassment was low enough that he could move freely around the apartment, and Evan, without pitching an eight-inch tent.
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Jonathan sighed pulling the key out of his pocket, laundry basket held firmly to his side and opened the door only to see his worst nightmare unfolding right before his eyes. Evan lay on the floor in front of the TV, in nothing but his blue hoodie and a pair of those damn knee high socks he seems to be in love with.

Jonathan could instantly feel the blood rushing south and he tried to make his way back to his room but, Jonathan being Jonathan, shit never goes the way it should. He tripped over his own foot and fell forward twisting his body around so he didn't smack the ground face first and landed on his back with a loud thud. "Jonathan?!" Evan called. "Shit man, are you okay?" Evan asked and Jonathan groaned, shaking his head. He tried to get up because he could feel his dick straining against the fabric of his sweats but when Evan's breath hitched Jonathan knew he would rue this day for the rest of his life as the day he lost the sweetest ass he ever did see.

"Damn Del," Evan said in surprise, and Jonathan cracked an eye open because that is honestly not the response he was expecting. A lot less disgust and much more awe, Jonathan was confused. "Sorry," he groaned and Evan scoffed. "For what? Getting a boner 'cause I'm a sexy bitch? I'll take it as a compliment," Evan said, and Jonathan knew he was smirking. He had that tone in his voice that gave it all away and Jonathan scoffed before he sat up. "Ugh," he sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "I should go take care of this," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop his head from throbbing and.

"Can I help?" Evan asked, his voice so timid and, excited. Jonathan froze. Slowly, almost mechanically, he looked up with wide eyes. "W-what?" he stuttered and Evan blushed. "Well it only seems fair that if I'm the cause of the problem I should at least get to help out," he pouted and Jonathan shook his head. "I'm hearing things... I-I hit my head too hard, yeah! That's it, I hit my head and this is all just some dr-e-eam!" his head flew back when Evan's hand wrapped around his length and he groaned shakily. 

"Fuck," he breathed out, looking at Evan with a bewildered expression. Evan's brown eyes were big with awe. "So big," he murmured and Jonathan laughed. "I'm stuck in a fucking hentai," he laughed incredulously and gasped when Evan's hand squeezed him a little harder. "Okay, okay! Not a dream..." Jonathan realized and Evan scoffed. "Of course not dumbass!" Evan exclaimed and he sighed shakily before looking up at Jonathan before he started to lightly stroke him through his sweats. 

"Holy shit!" Jonathan gasped, and Evan took that as a sign to climb in between his legs and take his pants off. Jonathan gawked at Evan, his mouth opening, and closing unable to form words and he whimpered when he felt Evan's hot breath against the underside of his dick and shouted when Evan took the tip into his mouth. Jonathan couldn't believe this. Evan fucking Fong was sucking him off on the floor of their apartment. "Fuuuck," he drawled as Evan started to bob his head, looking up at him with earth-toned eyes as his pink lips stretched around his cock, taking him halfway before he gagged and pulled off with a gasp.