Fire (H2OVanoss) ✔️

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"Jonathan!" Evan called out as he tried his best to keep an eye on where he was going. It looked like he was looking for Luke, but he wasn't too sure. The crowd plus the music was making it hard for Evan to catch his attention. Or maybe Jonathan was ignoring him. He didn't know. "Jonathan, wait!" He yelled again.

A hard yank on Evan's hoodie caused the male to fall back and choke from the sudden tightness. He pulled his hoodie forward and glanced angrily behind him. "What the fuck?!" He yelled as his eyes locked with Luke's. He felt himself shrivel a little inside. Luke's stare was intense and he looked livid. "What the hell did you do to Jonathan?" He asked in a deep voice making Evan slightly shiver, though he blamed it on the wind for his own confidence.

"I— I didn't do shit." He cursed himself for stuttered, but stood his ground.

"Bullshit." Luke hissed. "What did you do? He won't tell me fuck all."

Evan took a step back from Luke as he spoke. "I was going to— to kiss him, but I pull back and flicked his nose instead. I don't know why! It just— it just happened." He felt the guilt pool in gut. He had to show Jonathan that he didn't mean it, because he felt like a dick for doing it. Luke raised his arm and Evan flinched. He expected the older male to punch him, but instead he pointed behind him and glared at Evan. "You better fix this or I will beat the living shit out of you for hurting Jonathan." He grit his teeth. "He's over there."

Evan nodded quickly as he glanced in the direction Luke was pointing. Evan pushed through the crowd while apologizing for stepping on a few people's hands or feet. His mouth felt more dry the closer he got to Jonathan. He licked his dry lips and thought about what he was going to say and how he was going to fix this, because he sure as hell didn't want to lose Jonathan. Even if that meant that they had to stay only as friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Evan reached out for Jonathan, but quickly contracted his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. He clenched his jaw in worry and bit his lower lip. His stomach flipped after Jonathan had finally noticed him standing there. Their eyes locked and Evan couldn't look away from his icy stare. "Jonathan." He started and glanced at the ground before continuing. "I'm sorry." He muttered, feeling like a complete idiot for saying the only two words he could think of.

"Okay?" Jonathan said. "That still doesn't fix anything."

"I like you, Jonathan." Evan said. "I'm sorry for acting like a dick. I don't know what happened when I leaned in to kiss you— I was worried that you didn't. . you know. . swing that way. So I tried to play it off like I was joking. . . I didn't mean for it to hurt you. ."

Jonathan shifted his stare to the ground. He's liked Evan for a while now. The thought of Evan actually kissing him made his fingers shake. He craved his touch and he craved his attention. It's almost like Jonathan was addicted to him and deep down he knew that he couldn't stay away from him for very long. "I'm really sorry." He said again in a lower more meaningful tone.

Jonathan bit his lower lip, noticing how much closer Evan managed to get. The urge to touch was crawling underneath his fingernails and spewing in his gut, but he fought it anyways. "I know." Jonathan said and watched as Evan's eyes danced around Jonathan's features before landing on his lips, then his eyes, then his lips again. "Do you forgive me?" He asked quietly.

"Of course. ." Jonathan was craving him. Wanting him. Evan was so close, if either of them moved, their stomachs would be flush against one another.

Without warning, Jonathan tightly grabbed the caller of Evan's jacket and threw himself at the taller male. Their lips connecting harshly with their teeth slightly colliding. Evan closed his eyes after the realization hit him. His hands cupped Jonathan's face as he took full control of the kiss. He wanted this. He needed this. Jonathan's lips were chapped, but he didn't mind. He could feel the heat rolling off of Jonathan in waves and it got progressively worse after Evan had flicked his tongue out onto Jonathan's lower lip.

Jonathan's heart was in his throat, but he gave access to Evan anyways. He'd give anything to Evan if he asked. The kiss got heated quickly and Jonathan found his hands leaving Evan's hoodie and tangling themselves in his exposed hair. He pulled at his hair, earning a low groan that sent a shiver down Jonathan's spine. He wanted more. He pulled away from the kiss and looked up at Evan with pleading eyes. "Do you want to take this further?"

"It's up to you." Evan said as his head ducked down into the crook of Jonathan neck. He latched his lips onto the exposed skin. "I don't mind." He mumbled, feeling Jonathan shiver underneath his touch.

"Your place or mine?" Jonathan asked as he rolled his head back, enjoying the waves of pleasure that rolled through his entire body. He unknowingly clenched his hands as Evan's wet tongue slid over a patch of sensitive skin underneath his ear. Evan clamped down and nibbled and sucked at his skin while his hands rode up Jonathan's hoodie. Jonathan tried his best to hold back a moan, mostly because they were surrounded by a lot of people. He shivered, feeling his legs shake beneath him. Evan paused only to admire his work before making eye contact with the sated man in his arms. "I'm good with either." He said. "Where ever you're most comfortable."

"Yours then." Jonathan breathed, feeling his fingers tremble. Evan hastily grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his tuck. They got in and Evan practically sped the whole way to his house, as if his life depended on it. Jonathan's legs shook and his hands found his hair as he ran them through it. Was he really doing this?