Evan myers x !male best friend reader
Summary: You always been friends with Evan, but hoped for more. Now that you're drunk at a party and locked in a closet it might lead somewhere.
Cw: Alcohol consumption, slurs, oral sex, nsfw content
Partying wasn't really your thing at all, same goes for the other guys. Not like you were against it or something, you got a bit tipsy yourself sometimes, maybe even drunk here and there.
But recently you didn't even have time for it, even if you wanted to. Everything was just getting even more stressful and something new happened every day. It was exhausting honestly,the constant worry and fear this had on all of you.
The second worst thing coming for you was this weird thing you had going on with Evan.
It's hard to explain, you guys always been friends- obviously, due to growing up together and going to the same schools. You've been through so much bullshit with him, whether it was you two doing something dumb or something major happening in your lives.
As you two got older, there was an uneasy feeling that started to take over the friendship, at least for you- you didn't really know how he felt. You had your deep talks, which ended up in jokes most of the time but it was always about other stuff, not what your relationship was like, it was just never mentioned.
You had the bro code going on, nothing less and nothing more. You always helped him out, being a wingman when he needed one and vice versa. At first it was subtle, you noticed you didn't like his girlfriends much, which you didn't really bother looking into more, since- well some of them were assholes, so you just brushed it off on that. Anyone else would feel the same way if their friend's partner was no good. There were a few times when you were the one talking him out of a relationship and it gave a you a strange relief.
But then there came Jessie and she turned everything upside down.
She actually treated Evan well, and you didn't have a reason why she wouldn't be good for him, and that upset you.. for some reason. You grew to resent her, altough you didn't have a reason for it- not one you were aware of at least.
The tension between you guys was palpable but you kept making excuses. There was no reason for you to ruin what they had. Except eventually different thoughts started to flood your mind. Like when you watched them holding each others hand and said sweet things to each other- you hated it with every fiber of your being, but a part of you wished it was you instead of her.
And that messed with you. You weren't supposed to think like that, and even if you were then you'd be supposed to be wishing you were in his place, not hers, right?
Surely, Jessie was a catch, something rare to find in this world, the pure love she offered. But Evan was also like that, something special, and he was dear to your heart, more than you'd have admitted it.
You tried to convince yourself that in reality, you hated him and just wanted Jessie to love you. Because you were in love with her, right? That this was just psychology fucking with you and you were just sweet on his girl.
It worked to some point- your friendship fell apart slightly, creating distance between you and him. You constantly acted out and it made Jessie uncomfortable to a point she decided to break up with Evan.
Altough they remained friends you guys had a few arguments about why you would even think of going after Jessie when she was clearly with him and she loved him. Of course, you had no explanation, nothing came to your mind- because you didn't really like her, but him. You wouldn't admit that to him though, not even yourself.
You were both afraid of yourself and his reaction. You weren't gonna lose your best friend because you were.. gay..? Surely not. Just the thought of it made you grimace. You weren't gay, you simply couldn't be. You only ever dated girls in your life, even if it was only a couple- but you never had or thought of having a relationship with another guy as far as you know.
Then came the incident that resulted in Jessie's death. Everything was left buried and never mentioned again. He didn't ask and you didn't try to explain yourself anymore, but the gap between you was still there. The gap that you wanted to fill so badly but couldn't.
Now here you were sitting on the floor of someone's house, in a circle, with at least ten people that you didn't even know. Jeff was invited to a party and thought it would be a good idea to take you guys along so he did, saying that it wouldn't hurt to have fun once in a while, especially when everything is already going downhill.
You've lost count on how many shots you were down to, even before you started playing spin the bottle you already had a few- maybe more than that. At first it started off as simple, you spin the bottle and you either kiss the person it lands on or you take a shot. It was going pretty much fine, there were many people so it didn't land on you at all- surprisingly.
When it was your turn you just kept taking shots, letting others do the work. Evan did the same thing, except his eyes kept wandering off to you when you were busy watching the bottle. His mind wandered further now that he was also intoxicated. He noticed the way you tore your gaze away from him when he caught you looking, that you always tried to talk him out of a date or messaging girls.
His thoughts were interrupted when loud cheering erupted, the circle chanting 'do it' over and over. The girl with black hair beside him- her name something like Lilian but you couldn't quite recall it- spun the bottle and it landed right on Evan.
You sat there rooted in spot, stomach dropping as you watched the scene. The girl didn't pour another shot like you wished she would, instead she leaned in and initiated the kiss eagerly, you felt sick.
The game went on but you couldn't shake the envious feeling off, it should've been you.
Eventually you all decided the to switch to seven minutes in heaven, too drunk to oppose it. Someone yelled it in and everyone went along with the idea.
It was getting a bit boring, you even considered asking Evan to leave with you- not wanting to leave him here in the circle, considering that he would most likely end up with someone in the closet.
"Yo, spin the bottle already, Man."
Someone nudged you in the shoulder, earning a laugh from some of the others. Well, you should have thought about getting up earlier, but you weren't gonna back out now. You reached out and flicked the bottle , anxiously watching as it spun, the movement slowing down and coming to a stop landing on none other than Evan.
He sat there lazily, his mind probably a hundred miles away from this place. A strand of hair messily fell in his face, the sight of him making your heart rate pick up. The girl beside him clung onto his arm like she belonged there- except she didn't and she never would. You couldn't even deny that it made you panic that it landed on him.
"Can I spin again?" You blurted out as if it wouldn't make your situation worse- but a part of you hoped that they'd let you. Your eyes met Evan's and something flickered in his,that was almost like.. hurt? Maybe you're just seeing too much into it or maybe you should be just fine with going inside a closet with your best friend, it wasn't like anything would happen. He never showed signs of being interested in the same gender so it shouldn't be anything special. But it was, for you. The alcohol clouding your mind already made it hard for you to make a sober thought.
They snickered at your measly reaction and one of the guys tugged you up as if you weighed nothing.
"Get them in the closet, bet they're fags."
Panic seeped through your body, struggling and writhing in his grip. Evan stood up without a fit unlike you. The guy released his grip having a laugh at how desperately you tried to escape. He brushed past him and grabbed your wrist, dragging you with him into the seperate space beside the living room.
The door clicked shut as he stepped inside the closet after you. It was a bit cramped but it could have been worse. A couple boxes and clothes hanging, but it was almost comfortable in the darkness and silence. The music was muffled in the backround along with everyone else's chatter. Both of you leaned against the opposite walls, your gaze stuck to the floor while his was on you. Altough he was shorter than you- only a bit, he still made you nervous. More than you'd like to admit. You set a timer on your phone before slipping it away.
"What, upset that you got me?" His voice cut through the silence with a teasing edge, his hands resting in his pockets. Your head perked up at that, embarassment washing over you suddenly.
"Just saying, you seemed pretty hell-bent on getting away." He shrugged, a small smirk creeping up on his lips as he watched your reaction.
"It was just-.." you cut yourself off, swallowing. You felt your whole body burning, heart pounding in your ears.
"Aren't you gonna turn the light on?"
A small hum left his lips in response as he flipped the switch on, the light flickering in the closet. Now you could see him clearly, the way his shirt clung to his body, his green eyes glazed over from the liquor.
The silence was eating you up, you were supposed to talk about.. anything. You were best friends for a reason.
Your tongue darted out to wet your lips,searching for any kinds of distraction you could get.
"So... How was she?" You forced the question out, wanting to sink twelve feet deep. He slipped his hands form his pocket, fingers brushing against yours in the process. Your breath hitched, a shiver running through your body from the unexpected touch. Now you wished you kept the lights off because then maybe he wouldn't have noticed it.
"You're seriously asking about some girl whose name I dont even know,while I'm here with you?" His voice was lower now, a bit more raspiness to it than usual.
"Well, I thought that you'd want to talk about it.." It came out smaller than you intended, shyness creeping in your tone as you still didn't catch on. The situation was overwhelming you to a point where you didn't even notice the way he was looking at you. Like a starved predator that already set his eyes on the prey.
"You don't seriously think I'm that dumb, do you?"
Just as he finished the sentence your alarm set off, the seven minutes were up.
"I guess it's over." You let a breath out in relief, urgently reaching for the door. Except no matter how hard you struggled to open it, it didn't. "It's stuck." You huffed out.
You ignored Evan's comment and kept trying, landing a subtle kick on it in frustration.
"I told you it's locked, I heard it click."
He cut you off, pushing you against the wall. A gasp left you in surprise but before you could form any words he crashed his lips against yours. Your brain shortcircuited, but then you leaned in and welcomed it warmly. One of his hands went to grip onto your shoulder, the other one tangling in your locks.
His tongue burshed your lips, asking for permission which you eagerly granted, letting it slip inside. Your hands were already at the hem of his shirt, going up to feel his upperbody. You could feel his body tremble under your touch, making you more confident.
He broke the kiss abruptly, placing kisses on your jawline then going down to your throat, nipping on your skin. A groan left your lips, letting your head fall to the side- exposing more of your neck to him.
"You thought I wouldn't notice the way you look at me?"
He murmured against your skin.
You cursed under your breath, hands falling beside you in surrender. Instead, his hands were on you now, pulling your shirt up and roaming over your body.
"You've always wanted me, c'mon admit it sweet boy."
He whispered in your ear before pulling back just enough to get the shirt off of you.
The shirt was discarded, ending up somewhere on the pile of clothes, but neither of you was focused on that right now. He went back to showering your body in kisses and bites, targeting your chest now.
"Fuck-.. yes, yes I wanted you."
You croaked out, falling apart under his touch. You ran your hand through his hair, keeping it there as his tongue swirled around your sensitive nipples.
"I wish I had one of my knives here right now.."
He muttered, one of his hands going down to your pants.
You were already rock hard and it was evident. He brushed his palm over the bulge, teasing you. A pathetic whine came out of your mouth, hips desperately trying to buck against his hand.
"Goddamn, you're so needy."
He chuckled, slowly unbuttoning it and pulling down the zipper. You sucked in a sharp breath, mind already clouded.
"It's okay, tell me what you need [name]."
If you were honest, you could probably just cum in your boxers just from his voice if he kept talking.
It came out desperate and pathetic but you couldn't even mind it, you needed him. Badly.
"Please." You whispered, eyes glossy from need.
Fortunately for you, he pushed your boxers down just enough to free your aching length, the tip covered in pre-come.
He gathered saliva in his mouth and spat in his hand before wrapping his hand around your cock, teasing the tip gently. You whimpered, hips rolling along his touch eagerly. He leaned in once more and kissed you as he started pumping you, his free hand toying with your hardened peaks.
You broke the kiss with a gasp, a hand coming over your mouth to keep quiet as your needy moans and cries filled the closet.
Evan wasn't gonna let you stay quiet, he relished in every moment of this and wanted to hear all of your sounds.
"They won't hear you baby, let it out."
He cooed, his strokes picking up the pace now. Your hand fell from your mouth, a pathetic moan escaping your throat as you chased your release.
"Please, please I'm so close-" you sobbed out, writhing under his touch.
Oh he would've loved to play with you further but he knew your time was limited, anyone could decide to open the door any time and it spurred him on. He went back to nibbling on your neck as he brought you over the edge and finally your orgasm washed over you.
"That's it, just like that." He praised as the hot ropes of your cum covered his hand. With a small smirk he brought it up to his lips, cleaning it off.
Your breathing was heavy as you tucked yourself back in your pants, fixing it up, slowly regaining your composure.
"Hope you're not too worn out yet, cause it's your turn now."
He still had that shit eating grin on his face, but you were going to make lose that attitude. You weren't just gonna let him off the hook like he might have expected.
You sank down to your knees, hands fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. As soon as you tugged his boxers down, his hard cock sprang free, already leaking. He was bigger than you initially expected, but you didn't mind a single bit. You wrapped your hand around him and gave him a few pumps.
"Shiit, yeah keep going-" He groaned out, twitching in your grip.
You leaned down, giving the tip a few kitten licks before taking him in your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes, not moving yet,just teasing.
"Mmm.. Please." He whispered, almost whining in desparation as he tried to buck his hips but you held him down.
Slowly you ran your tongue up and down his shaft that made his breath hitch, forcing him to cry out.
You hummed around his cock,making him shiver. One of his hand went to grip onto your hair, his breathing coming out in rapid gasps as you started sucking him finally. He whimpered and you finally let him move. He rolled his hips, his mind filled with need.
"You feel so good, god your mouth is so nice." He grunted making you gasp with each thrust he gave.
"Should've taken you sooner" He mumbled, his voice wrecked. His pace was getting faster as he rutted into your mouth, making you gag around him. Eager to reach his climax.
Except he forgot that you were the one in charge right now, not him anymore. You pulled off him with a wet pop, denying him the pleasure.
"What are you doing?" He hicupped, eyes filled with tears. The big mouth he had earlier wasn't gonna get him anywhere now and you enjoyed seeing him ruined.
"I want to hear you beg for it, Ev"
You said, looking up at him from your knees, slowly stroking his length with a hand. At first he shook his head, not wanting to give in but he did.
"Please- I need to come, please let me" He whined out, a tear running down his cheek.
You wrapped your lips around him again, bobbing your head just in the perfect pace to drive him crazy.
"Yes, yes don't stop please-" His body trembled, hips stuttering.
Evan gasped as he came down your throat, holding onto your hair helplessly. You lapped it all up, swallowing every drop of his release before pulling off of him.
A breathless chuckle left him as you slipped your shirt back on, watching as he pulled his jeans up, a stupid smile on your face.
Taking a deep breath you fixed your hair, Evan doing the same and wiped his face in his shirt. Just as you did the door flung open, revealing one of the guys standing there with a giddy smirk on his face.
"Sorry. Forgot about you guys here, hope you don't mind."
