The atmosphere in the room was relaxed, but the kind of relaxed that teetered on the edge of something else. **Evan and Cam were lounging on the couch**, having finished an impromptu jam session. **Evan wore a black band tee**, the fabric tight against his chest, paired with **ripped jeans** that had seen better days. His usual **black eyeliner** was smudged slightly, giving him that signature emo look. He was still fiddling with his guitar, strumming absentmindedly. **Cam**, on the other hand, wore a **faded band hoodie**, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showing off his tattooed forearms. His **black jeans** were loose, comfortable, and he had a few silver chains hanging from his belt loops. His usual **black eyeliner** was intact, giving him that perfect, effortless vibe.
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At some point during their banter, **Cam’s hand had come to rest on Evan’s thigh**. It wasn’t intentional at first—he had reached over to steady himself when the couch shifted under them earlier, and Evan hadn’t said anything about it. The warmth of Cam’s palm lingered, and now, neither of them seemed inclined to move or address it. Evan tried to act like he didn’t notice, but every little press of Cam’s fingers sent shivers up his spine.
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Cam, ever the laid-back one, didn’t seem fazed. If anything, he looked like he was testing the waters, letting his hand stay where it was while continuing to talk like nothing was out of the ordinary. Evan, on the other hand, was a mess of nerves, the heat pooling in his stomach becoming almost unbearable. He tried to focus on the guitar in his lap, but every little touch from Cam seemed to amplify the tension building inside him.
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“I swear, if you drop that thing again, I’m leaving,” Cam teased, nodding toward the guitar in Evan’s hands. His tone was light, but the smirk tugging at his lips was dangerous—like he knew exactly what effect he was having on Evan.
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“Shut up,” Evan muttered, his voice strained. His fingers faltered on the strings, and **his breath hitched slightly when Cam’s hand pressed a little harder on his thigh**. The warmth seeped through the fabric of his jeans, and he felt a flush creep up his neck.
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But then it happened. **Evan’s grip on the guitar slipped**, and the neck of it swung down, the head **smacking into Cam’s forehead** with a loud thud.
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“Fuck!” Cam yelped, recoiling as his free hand shot up to rub the sore spot on his head. “Evan, what the fuck?”
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Evan froze, guilt washing over him as he watched Cam wince. Before he could stammer out an apology, **the TV suddenly blared to life**, cutting through the tension.
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The familiar chords of **“Where Did You Come From?”** filled the room, the upbeat intro breaking the awkward silence. And then, as if on cue, the lyrics rang out: **“You got me so fucked up.”**
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The words hit Evan like a truck, too perfect for the moment. His face flushed even deeper, and **the heat in his stomach intensified, seeping lower until it pressed against the inside of his jeans**. To make matters worse, **Cam’s hand hadn’t moved from his thigh**, and every press of his fingers seemed to ignite something new in Evan.
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Without meaning to, **Evan’s hips twitched slightly**, pressing against Cam’s palm. A soft groan escaped him before he could stop it, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to pull himself together. **His back arched instinctively**, and he gasped, feeling the tension building to an unbearable peak.
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Cam raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Jesus, Evan,” he teased, his tone light but full of mischief. His eyes flicked down to the growing tension in Evan’s jeans. “Are you even wearing underwear? The mess shouldn’t be this bad—unless…” He trailed off, his voice dropping into a more playful lilt. “Did I really fuck you up that much?”
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Evan’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as a wave of warmth spread through him. **The heat seeped out, staining his jeans, the dampness obvious and impossible to ignore. His pants grew tighter**, and a low whine escaped him as he tried to compose himself.
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“Fuck…” Evan mumbled, his voice shaking as he slumped back into the couch, utterly spent and embarrassed. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Cam’s with a mix of shame and defiance.
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Cam laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back, clearly enjoying Evan’s flustered state. “You’re cleaning the couch,” he said, pointing to the white fabric beneath them. “And good luck with that—it’s white, man. That shit’s gonna show.”
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Evan groaned, his cheeks burning as he muttered, “Don’t worry about it. When it dries, it’ll blend in. You won’t even see it.” He hesitated before adding with a weak laugh, “Unless you use a blacklight, maybe.”
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**A little while later**, Evan stood up from the couch, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The reality of what had just happened was sinking in, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment.
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"I need to change," Evan muttered, rubbing his face with one hand. He quickly grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and headed to the bathroom, his mind still racing. When he returned, he looked noticeably more composed, though his cheeks still carried the faintest hint of red.
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Cam was sprawled across the couch, still messing around with his phone. “You good?” he asked, glancing up at Evan with a raised eyebrow.
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Evan took a deep breath before he spoke, trying to gather his thoughts. “Yeah... Just needed a second.” He paused, looking down at the couch for a moment before continuing. “Look, Cam... that wasn’t just... something random. I—I don’t know what happened. It’s like, I’ve been holding all this shit in for so long, and then when you—” He stopped himself, not sure how to articulate it.
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Cam sat up, clearly listening intently, though he wasn’t going to make this awkward. “When I did what?” he asked softly, his tone more serious now.
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Evan sighed, looking at the floor. “When you touched me like that... I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard. I mean, I’ve been... dealing with a lot, you know? And then it just... exploded.”
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There was a long pause as Cam processed what Evan had just shared. "Hey, man," Cam said finally, his voice gentle, "you don’t need to apologize for that. We all deal with things differently. Just... don’t bottle it all up. It’s okay."
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Evan nodded, feeling a small weight lift off his shoulders. "Thanks," he muttered, though he was still unsure about everything.
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