Evan nearly shuddered when he felt Jonathan's hands rest on his shoulders from behind. He'd been standing in the kitchen stretching off the inevitable cramp when he'd returned from the gym, jumping a little when he heard plain footsteps approaching him. Jonathan was not what you would call 'stealthy', which was a good job; considering he'd probably give himself away by laughing.

That didn't mean he didn't feel his shoulders go stiff at his partners touch.

"What are you doing Del?" he asked, trying not shiver in response when he felt Jonathan's slim fingers dance around his muscles.

"Nothing. You just looked kinda tense, so I thought I'd lend a hand."

"Oh, you know how to help at these sorts of things?" Evan said, half joking before his head dropped momentarily as Jon hit a sweet spot on the back of his neck.

"Looks like I do." Jon responded cheekily, with a mischievous grin on his face no doubt. Normally Evan wouldn't want to encourage more of Jon's over-cockiness, but he couldn't bother to care too much when his touch felt so good. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the sensation, picturing the slight concentrated smirk on his partners face as he worked to unravel the tension from his body. Jon pressed and glided his fingers in every sore spot, making them feel hot and relaxed, Evan letting out a slight groan in response.

But then when Jon's hands glided down from Evan's shoulders to his chest, his eyes snapped open. His fingers danced over his shoulders before they roamed down to the rest of his chest, fingertips outlining the grooves in-between his toned muscles. Jon's hands reached down to his stomach before he suddenly paused. Evan lifted his head and turned to look at Jon over his shoulder. He was biting his lip and pulling an apprehensive expression.

"Why'd you stop?" Evan growled, his brown eyes darkening with want as Jon grinned somewhat arrogantly.

"You wanted me to continue?" He drawled, trailing his index finger along Evan's collarbone before pulling his hand away. Evan felt a twinge of annoyance at the loss of his touch – and shot Jonathan a questioning glare. Jonathan merely grinned cheekily and shrugged; letting his guard down, unfortunately for him. In the second long window Evan leaped up, practically shoving Jonathan against the kitchen side with a grunt. Jonathan let out a little squeak in response, his blue eyes narrowing as he stared up at Evan from his cornered position.

"What?" Evan mumbled, feeling himself get lost in the depth of his partners cerulean eyes. Jonathan huffed and crossed his arms across his chest, puffing out his cheeks in a childish fashion.

"That was rude."

"So? What're you gonna do about it?"

"This." Jonathan grinned as his hand shot out and grasped Evan's crotch and began to palm him ruthlessly, watching Evan's expression change from smug to lusty in a matter of seconds. With a low growl Evan grabbed the smaller mans wrist and removed it from his bulge, licking his lips in a predatory manner.

"That was rude." Evan grinned wolfishly, repeating Jonathan's sulky words from earlier. Jonathan didn't respond, merely held his gaze with a sincere blue gaze that seemed to scream 'You wouldn't dare.' Evan merely let out a low growl as he latched onto Jonathan's neck; obscene sucking and licking noises entangling with the strangled moans the other was releasing.

"E-Evan! We can't do that  here-!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's the fucking kitchen!" Jonathan hissed, but his retort was cut off as Evan managed to elicit another string of needy moans from him; dragging his tongue across the hollow of his throat, biting and sucking at the tender flesh. Jonathan practically choked on his next protest.

"What were you saying?"Evan replied smugly as he sucked on the sweet spot between Jon's collarbone and shoulder; Jon in response arching his back and letting out a particularly wanton moan. It took a few seconds of heavy panting before the smaller man could even form a coherent reply.

"E-Evan-! S-stop teasing me~!" Jonathan whined, his fingers tightening around the fabric of Evan's shirt. Evan grinned, relishing the sounds that emitted from the American; preening a little when he reaffirmed that he was the only one who could make Jonathan sound like this. He slipped a hand under Jonathan's shirt, feeling the smoothness of his porcelain skin under his touch. Jonathan feels himself slip into a blissful daze as Evan's fingertips ghost over his skin and left burning trails; making Jonathan's head spin and his heart pound erratically. He felt flushed all over, and suddenly the warm air around them is a cool sensation on his skin when Evan pushes his shirt a little further up.

Jonathan lets his fingers wander along Evan's waist all the way to his back; sliding his hand under Evan's shirt, raking his blunt nails slightly over his back. Jonathan feels the muscles shift when the taller man moves, and he moans helplessly as Evan begins to trail a line of lustful kisses along his collarbone. Evan's caresses and teasing bites feel so achingly sweet and amazing; warming him to the very core of his being, making him feel so loved and safe.

Evan gently tugs on his hair, and Jonathan mewls, following the motion tipping his head back. Evan groans dark and low, satisfied yet predatory, and it shoots straight to Jonathan's lower regions, where he feels himself become more aroused by the second. He whimpers weakly at the feather light touch of Evan's lips on his neck. It is soul - destroyingly pleasurable and sweet, anguish at the same time, fuelling his lust, his need for being so intimately close to Evan. Jonathan was about to let out an angry remark directed at Evan's teasing gestures, but it gets stuck in his throat as Evan slips his thigh between Jonathan's knees, deliberately rubbing it against his crotch. Instead of a coherent answer, a series of little throaty moans and gasps and whines comes out of his mouth.

"Ah~! Ha... ah ~! E-Evan..." Evan pushes his thigh higher, watching with hungry eyes as Jonathan squirms and gasps, unable to make a single sound that might possibly indicate he was still against the idea of Evan fucking him in the kitchen. In fact, he seemed more on-board and ready than Evan was; his blue eyes dark and mouth slightly open with a silent whimpering moan, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he ground his hips down on Evan's own. Evan groans every time Jonathan shifts, and Jonathan can't help but feel a little smug at the others reaction. However, it doesn't last long because every noise that escapes Evan's parted lips sends hot shivers down Jonathan's spine, and more blood rushing into his already throbbing erection.

"Jonathan..." The way Evan said his name made violent ravishing sparks travel down his spine and Jonathan felt his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers. Evan must have noticed the way he reacted, because now he grinned and began to slip down Jonathan's sweatpants easily, his large tanned hands pushing and pulling in all the suggestive movements that had Jonathan panting and bending over the counter, his body reacting to every one of Evan's touches in the only way it knew how.

Jonathan whimpered as he felt a slickened digit enter him from behind, then another shortly after. Within mere minutes Jonathan was a hot, moaning mess; and when he tried to say something all that came from his mouth was yet another string of horny, needy mewls; Evan interpreting that as him being ready. Suddenly Evan was sliding into Jonathan expertly, knowing just how fast he could go without hurting his beloved partner, knew how to position his hips to hit Jonathan's sweet spot over and over again, making the blue-eyed man see stars echoing in the edges of his vision. Jonathan's hands gripped onto the counter edge, his knuckles a pale white until Evan gently grabbed him around the chest and pulled him up, his back now resting against Evan's broad chest. Jonathan's hands left the counter and gripped onto Evan's forearms, his nails digging in and bruising him shallowly, repeatedly marking his otherwise flawless tanned skin.

"Fuck – Jonathan~! You're so tight..." Evan groans in Jonathan's ear between his desperate thrusts.

"Ah~! E-Evan- harder~!" Evan complied, their flesh making animalistic slapping sounds as Evan thrusts deeper into Jonathan, making the latter whimper in pure pleasure. Jonathan can't speak coherently anymore, can't even think, just repeats Evan's name over and over again; his voice beginning to rise in volume and before he can say anything – he's cumming all over his stomach and the counter. A few hardy thrusts later, Jonathan feels something wet and warm fill him up, feeling the cum dribble out of him a little as Evan gently pulls out and Jonathan groans low and long in the back of his throat at the feeling. Jonathan leans heavily onto the counter, Evan running his large tanned hands down the line of his prominent spine, causing Jonathan to sigh happily; though he felt drained.

"I love you." Evan whispers against the back of his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the back of his neck.

"I love you too..."Jonathan laughs weakly in between his shallow gasps, feeling his knees tremble at the slight gesture. Evan quickly cleaning up the mess with a wet towel, while Jonathan showered briefly; rejoining Evan on the couch, where they cuddled and watched some movies for the rest of the day. They were definitely going to have to do that  again soon; Jonathan thought to himself as he rested his head in the crook of Evan's shoulder.