It's Too Cliché...Right? Ch. 09

I laughed but sang out together with Evan. No, I wasn't good at singing, but I could at least keep in tune, so I decided to just jump in. Evan apparently didn't mind me, though, throwing his arm over my shoulders to yell the song with me.

Soon everyone was shouting out the words in our impromptu karaoke session, even Tim who was typing away at the laptop. All except Mitch, who had taken his towel and thrown it over his head in a futile attempt to drown out our noise. When the guitar solo came around, Brian gave us a spirited air-guitar performance, Sam screaming and fanning herself like a true groupie.

When the tempo of the song slowed during the outro, Brian picked Sam up and jumped into the pool in a fashion that resembled a rock star stage diving, which made a roar of laughter erupt from everyone else.

When the song finally came to an end, I was laughing and smiling so much that my stomach hurt and my cheeks ached. Evan was a lot more reserved than I was but you could definitely still see the bright smile on his face, which made my grin grow even wider. It felt really good that Evan liked the gang and they liked him too, and not only because we were dating. Minus me from the equation and I still think that Evan would have gotten along well with our little clique.

"No party is complete without an impromptu karaoke session," Sam cried out, smoothing her hair back. "And nice finish with the pool jump," she continued, patting Brian on the shoulder.

"Well, you know how I do," Brian replied, popping an imaginary collar, a smug look on his face.

"Ooo, that gives me an idea. I need a new profile pic for Twitter. Mel, help me with a jump shot?" she asked, climbing out of the pool in search for her phone.

"Yo, Evan. You need to show me your cool pool thing," Jake shouted over the music of the next song that started to play. Evan chuckled but made his way over regardless. Evan had this cool little stationary swimming pool thing where you swim against jets so you remain in one spot and Jake had been giddy with excitement since hearing about it; claimed that it was the reason why Evan was so quick in the pool.

I smiled as I watched Evan wade cooly to the other side of the pool while Jake practically bounced after him along the pool edge, shaking my head at his child-like enthusiasm. Leaning against the pool wall, I rested my arms on the edge, tilting my head up to feel the sunlight on my face.

"You've really caught yourself a good one," Brian said, catching my attention.

"Hmm?"

"Evan's a pretty cool dude," he reiterated. "You're lucky you found him."

"I guess I am," I replied, a goofy smile returning to my face.

"Geez, you're so in love," Brian laughed.

"Shut up, I am not," I returned, punching him lightly in the arm. "I need to piss."

"Stop being in denial, Pearson," Brian called as I exited.

I ignored him, however, shaking my head as I left. Once back in the relative silence of the house, I took a deep breath. Okay, truth time, I guess. I wasn't in denial per se as Brian so eloquently put it, but I wasn't being completely honest either.

So, maybe I was in love with Evan. Actually, scratch that, I was pretty sure I was. I'd basically thought about it for a while now and it just seemed to fit. I haven't told Evan yet of course, but I could at least admit it to myself now. I won't even think about mentioning it to Evan until he was ready to be with me fully, when there is no more secret relationship or hiding in the closet. Until then, this is between me, myself and I.

After my trip to the bathroom, I took my time in returning to the backyard, instead taking a good look at the house that I've so frequently visited. I stopped at a collection of family photos hanging on one wall, examining each picture. I mean, I had been to the Trevorrow residences many times before but I had never taken the time to actually look around. Did that make me a bad boyfriend?

The first picture was of Evan as a toddler, pants still puffy from the diapers that were probably concealed underneath. In his hands was a hose, aimed directly at the camera with a huge grin on his face, probably seconds before he had soaked whoever the photographer was.

The next photo was one when he was slightly older, probably in elementary school or something. In it, his hair was longer, with one of those bowl haircuts that I had to file away as teasing ammunition later on. He was on stage at what looked like a school, standing in front of a microphone. I couldn't tell if he was singing or not, but judging by the row of students sitting behind him on the stage, my guess was that it was a spelling bee.

The next one was a wedding photo of Mr. and Mrs. Trevorrow, both looking lovingly at each other with the sea just behind them, white sand beneath their feet. Evan didn't talk much about his mom and I never dared to broach the subject seeing that it was probably a sensitive issue. I remembered the only other picture I saw of her was the one on Evan's computer, but seeing her photo also lining the walls here meant that Eric and Evan weren't trying to push her away to a far corner of their memory.

That led me to the next photo, one that looked really familiar because Evan and Mrs. Trevorrow were wearing the same thing as they did in the photo on Evan's computer, only in this one, Eric was also with them. The three were seated on a picnic blanket in what looked like a park, so I assumed that it was some family outing or whatever. Looking at the picture, I couldn't help but feel like I was looking at one of those postcards for happy families, all of them looking like nothing in the world could bring them down.

"Hey," Evan's voice whispered from behind me, shocking me from my thoughts. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my body as he leaned his head on my shoulder. "Why aren't you outside enjoying the party?"

"I got distracted," I said, turning back to the wall of photos. I wanted to know about his past, about his mother, but I wasn't sure if I should ask. Wasn't sure if I could ask. I tried something a little on the safe side, one with a way for him to get out of the conversation without delving too much into the subject. "That's your mom, right?" I asked, pointing to the brown-haired woman in the photo.

"Yeah," he replied, hints of both sadness as well as fondness in his voice. I didn't say anything after that, knowing that if he wanted to tell me more about her, he would. Lucky for me, he continued. "Her name was Sally and she was the best mom I could have ever asked for. She was caring, loving but at the same time tough and outgoing. She always encouraged me to follow my dreams but also made sure I understood that life wasn't all rainbows and butterflies."

"She sounds like an amazing woman," I said.

"She was," he said, voice choking just a little bit. "I just wish she was still with us, you know?"

"Can...can I ask...how..." I trailed off, wanting to know but at the same time scared to voice the question in my head.

"She was shot," he said, a little bit of malice and hatred in his voice which I guess I understood. I would have hated the person who shot my mother and took her away from me. I didn't say I was sorry, though because I knew sometimes that's just not what people want to hear. Instead, I laid my hand over his, weaving our fingers together and squeezing tightly.

I had thought that that would have been the end of the conversation but Evan carried on. "We were out running some errands and we had stopped at the grocery store to get some stuff," he paused, his voice wavering as he fought with his emotions. I hadn't expected that he was with his mother at the time which only made me feel even worse for bringing up bad memories, so I did the best I could to comfort him by squeezing his hand tighter, letting him know that I was there. "There was...this guy...he uh, took out a gun and..."

I didn't want to hear anymore, not when Evan was on the verge of breaking down as he was. I turned around in his arms, wrapping my arms around his frame and squeezing as tightly as I could. "Shhh, it's okay. You don't have to say it," I cooed, rubbing a hand up and down his back in a comforting manner.

Returning my hug, he wrapped strong arms around me, squeezing as if he was afraid that I would disappear. I let him, though, knowing that if this helped him even just a fraction, it would be worth it. We stayed liked that for close to a minute, the only sound that surrounded us being our slow breathing.

Eventually, Evan coughed, clearing his tight throat of emotions. "I just miss her, that's all," he said, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes.

"I wouldn't have expected any less," I said, giving him a small smile in an attempt to let him know that everything was okay. "I completely understand."

"Do you miss him?"

"Who?" I asked, the smile dropping from my face. I immediately knew who he was talking about but I didn't really want to talk about him.

"Your...father," Evan muttered.

"No," I replied without a moment's pause. I didn't miss my father. I loathed him, in fact. "He doesn't deserve my attention. He's done nothing for my family and the fact that he left my mom with two kids to take care of while he goes off doing who knows what doesn't bode well with me. It's because of him that my mom has to work two jobs just to make ends meet."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he said, dropping his head as if ashamed of himself.

I shook my head, though, tilting his head back up with my hand. "Don't be. I'm glad you want to know about my life. Heck, I want to know about yours too."

"Still, I shouldn't have brought him up."

"Well, my dad may have been a shit father, but my mom more than made up for it in the parental department," I said. I focused on that instead of my dead-beat father, letting go of any residual anger that bubbled in me from talking about him. "Speaking of my mother, she had a date last night."

The smallest of smiles appeared on Evan's lips. "Is that a good thing?"

"Of course, it is," I said, shaking my head slightly at my boyfriend. "I checked the guy out first, though."

"So, you're telling me you find older men attractive?"

"What?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You said you checked him out, so...forget it. It was funnier in my head."

"I meant, checked him out to see if he was some creep or not," I scolded. "Not everything has to be sexually related, you know?"

He shrugged but continued anyway. "So, what was the guy like?"

"He looked decent. Not too shabby for a man in his forties. He's a dentist so I figured the probability of him being a psycho killer was pretty low. Brought my mom a bouquet of flowers and didn't even blink an eye that my mom had two kids."

"Wouldn't he have already known that before the date, though?" Evan asked.

"My mom didn't mention it to him but he took it like a champ. Based on the smile that plastered my mom's face last night when she came home, I figured the date went well when she said they were meeting again in a few days. Wait, of course it did, if they were going on a second one, it had to have gone well, right?"

"That is usually the case with second dates."

"Don't get sassy with me, mister," I said, hitting him lightly in the chest. "Apparently, the guy was married once too, been divorced almost ten years after his wife cheated on him. That earned him some brownie points in my book. I mean, a guy who got cheated on was less likely to cheat, am I right?"

"I guess?"

"Whatever the case, I'm just happy for her, you know? She deserves some happiness." At that, Evan stared at me, eyebrows furrowing just a tiny bit, letting me know that he was thinking about something. "What?" I asked, growing slightly self-conscious underneath his stare.

"You deserve some happiness too," he finally said, breaking his gaze from mine, weaving his fingers in mine. I didn't even have time to feel all tingly inside from his comment before he began to pull me after him. At first, I had thought that he was leading us back to the pool but when he veered right to the stairs instead of left to the backyard, I knew we were headed back to his room.

I was confused but otherwise kept my thoughts to myself, simply following behind Evan. Who knows, maybe he wanted to go through with his promise to help me with my boner problem from earlier? Just the thought made my dick wake back up, already eager to be played with.

Once inside his room, he closed the door behind him, turning the latch to make sure it was locked. If anything, that action alone made it clearer that my assumptions had been right. He turned to face me, a small smirk on his face.

"I think I know of one way to make you happy," he said, almost stalking towards me with a seductive look in his eyes. With a push, I fell back onto his bed, looking up at the amazingly hot specimen standing in front of me. I had expected him to climb on top of me, but all he did was stand there and watch me, his eyes traveling the length of my body.

"How about you stop browsing and buy something," I teased, sending him a smirk of own.

"Patience," he said, running a single finger down from my neck to my navel. "I'll be right back."

Before I could even comprehend what he had said, I saw him turning and disappearing into the bathroom. I looked down and saw the tent in my board shorts, bigger than it was before by the pool. For a moment, I wondered if Evan had just punk'd me again, leaving me high and dry with a raging hard on, but I remembered the look in his eyes and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Less than a minute later, the bathroom door opened and I swear my mouth fell open at the sight. There, standing in the doorway, was Evan in nothing but his tight speedos. Strutting over to me, he paraded the goods for my viewing pleasure, my eyes glued to the plump bulge in his confined swimsuit.

"I saw the way you looked at me when I came out in board shorts just now. This was what you were hoping I would be wearing, wasn't it?" he said, moving his knees between mine as he parted my legs. I gulped, words failing me as I nodded my head. "So, what are you waiting for?" he said, crawling over me but hovering just far enough that I could feel his body even though not a single patch of skin was touching me.

Tentatively, I brought a hand up, sliding it along his abs towards the small of his back, my fingers feeling the little dip of the dimples that lay there. My eyes were trained on Evan's, his eyes on mine.

Sliding my hand lower, I felt the smooth material of his speedos, tight muscle underneath the thin layer of fabric. I traced a finger down the valley of his crack, applying pressure at just the right place to make Evan buck towards me. "You like that?" I whispered, still not breaking eye contact with him. He nodded a simple yes.

Smiling, I brought my other hand to his ass, grabbing each cheek in my palms, squeezing the round globes of muscle. This motion caused Evan to drop his hips to mine, grinding his erection against my own, pleasure shooting through my body at the welcomed pressure. Leaning up, I captured his lower lip with my teeth, biting lightly and pulling him down to me. He got my message, attacking my lips with deep kisses.

Supporting himself on elbows, his hand weaved through my hair, the feeling of his fingers sending waves of goosebumps erupting across my skin. Slipping my fingers underneath the lycra of his swimsuit, I felt the warm skin of his ass on my hands. With slow deliberate movements, I slid my finger down his crack, feeling for his rosebud.

"I thought...I was supposed...to be helping you," he breathed out, kissing me between each pause.

"You said I deserved happiness. Making you moan is giving me immense pleasure," I said, at the same time circling my finger around his spasming hole, eliciting a moan from Evan.

Burying his face into the crook of my neck, he breathed heavily against my skin. "Fuck, that feels good."

"You wanna feel a finger?" I asked. In the months of sex we've been experiencing, Evan's ass had remained a no man's land. I was more than happy to offer my own for Evan's pleasure, but I guess a part of me wanted him to experience the pleasures of having his ass played with, to massage his magic button and give him the best orgasm of his life.

"Hmm," he replied, sucking on my skin.

"Mind grabbing the lube for me?" I asked, pulling my hands away for him to get up. He did so without a moment to spare, reaching over to his nightstand and pulling out the bottle of gel. Handing it to me, I smirked up at him. "As much as this is hot as fuck, I think it needs to go," I said, pulling at the hem of his speedos.

"Be my guest," he said, crawling further up my body until he was straddling my chest. My eyes traced the length of his dick, his hard cock straining against the tight fabric, my own erection jumping in excitement.

I brought my hand to his bulge, squeezing his dick through the elastic material, feeling the hard meat underneath my fingers. With one squeeze, a small wet stain appeared at the head of his dick, staining the material a shade darker than the rest. My other hand ran up and down his thighs, feeling the coarse hairs on his leg as it transitioned to smooth skin nearer to his hips.

Creeping my fingers into the waistband of his speedos, I pulled the confining swimsuit down, his hard dick popping out and slapping me in the chest, a small bead of clear pre-cum oozing from his slit. I brought my head forward, darting my tongue out to swipe across his slit, reveling in the almost sweet taste of his essence, the feel of my warm tongue on his dick causing a shiver to travel across his body.

"You ready?" I asked, grabbing the bottle of lube.

"Yeah," he breathed out, bringing his hand to stroke his dick.

Slicking a finger up, I brought it to his hole, circling the puckered entrance and coating it with slippery gel. By now, his hole was trembling underneath my fingers, as if excited yet scared at the same time. Applying light pressure, I pushed the tip of my middle finger into his hole, hearing Evan inhale sharply the moment his entrance was breached.

"Just relax and I'll make this enjoyable for you," I said, twisting my fingers a little to get him accustomed to the foreign intruder.

"It's kinda impossible to relax when I'm this horny," he joked and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Touché," I replied, pushing more of my finger in. The smooth walls of his passage were familiar but new at the same time. I searched for the spot that would drive him crazy, feeling around and applying gentle pressure.

"Oh, right there," he shouted and I knew I had found it.

I smiled, jabbing my finger repeatedly into the same spot, seeing the bead of pre-cum on his dick slowly growing larger, eventually dripping down onto my chest. With my free hand, I laid it over his cock, nestling it in the dip between my pecs. Knowing what I was doing, Evan started moving his hips, fucking my chest while I finger fucked his ass, pre-cum lubing up his member.

Less than a minute of this and Evan stilled, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his throbbing member, his chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. He took a couple of seconds to compose himself, pulling away from the edge of his orgasm.

Giving me a sly smirk, he said, "Don't think I'm forgetting about you." Sliding back down my body, my finger slipped from his ass, Evan kissing my lips before trailing his lips down my neck to suck at my ear. Down south, I felt his fingers wrestle with the string of my shorts, pulling them open and sliding them down my legs.

He ground his dick into mine, the skin to skin contact sending jolts of electricity shooting through my body. With one solid hand, he grabbed both of us, stroking our hard cocks together, all the while sucking on my earlobe.