Free Just Stay by Mika Fox Page A

nature. After all. girls tend to find that adorable , he has realized, at least on the surface. But guys? Boys? Never. And honestly, it has never really occurred to him that he might want to.
    Evan is the exception.
    Seb feels the most wonderful shiver run through his entire body, as he feels Evan's lips against his own, their touch so soft he feels as though they might disappear forever if he moves just a fraction of an inch.
    It's amazing how he has never really thought about this happening, not consciously, has never really imagined it or dreamt about it, but it can still feel like this. It can still feel as though it's something he has always wanted, always wished for, and for a moment, he just sits there, marveling at the whole thing.
    And then, he kisses Evan back.
    The kiss hasn't lasted longer than a second, but it feels like longer. Long enough for Seb to feel suspended in time, and long enough for him to feel, for just a moment, as though he can't really remember what life was like before he kissed Evan Matthews.
    And what a kiss it is. So soft, so tentative, but with a kind of restrained greed that makes his whole body shiver, and Seb closes his eyes. He can feel Evan's fingers moving up to lightly trace the outline of his jaw, can feel how their noses brush against each other the slightest bit, how his own hand trails down along Evan's chest and lightly grips the fabric of his button-up shirt between his fingers. He can't breathe. He doesn't want to. If he breathes, all of this might disappear, like a fleeting puff of smoke.
    He's surprised to feel Evan moving even closer, his hand moving up along Seb's leg, over his hips and to his waist, where Evan stops to press his palm against him, through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Seb inhales sharply, gripping Evan's shirt tighter. He's really hoping Evan hasn't noticed how he's getting hard, really hoping that his jeans are decent enough to keep that down enough to go unseen.
    It feels so good, though, all of it. Evan's lips are soft and sweet, unbelievably so, and it doesn't even matter that he tastes of beer.
    Evan's hands on him, Seb feeling the muscles underneath Evan's clothes as he touches his chest and shoulders... It just feels so good . So much so, that Seb can't help but emit the smallest moan against Evan's lips. And just like that, Evan freezes up.
    Slowly, very slowly, he pulls his mouth away from Seb's, his eyes opening and suddenly looking oddly confused, and Seb doesn't move.
    What's happening? Why is he stopping? What's wrong?
    Evan doesn't say anything for several seconds, just looks at him, as he slowly moves his hands away from Seb, as well. Then, suddenly, he stands up, leaving Seb sitting there, feeling flustered and hot and confused and disappointed, his mouth half-open as he stares into space. Then he looks up at Evan, who is wearing an expression of confused shock, and for some reason, it breaks Seb's heart, makes it stop beating entirely for what feels like several moments.
    "I..." Evan murmurs, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but at Seb. He still has those glazed-over eyes, still drunk, but apparently starting to come back to his senses. He just realized he was kissing Seb. Kissing him. And Seb is suddenly acutely aware of an oddly physical, intense pain in his chest.
    "I should..." Evan says, trailing off, and he glances at Seb, before moving away. He then walks into the bathroom and locks the door behind him.
    Seb just sits there for several seconds, before letting out a deep, shaky breath. What the hell just happened?
    Evan kissed him, out of nowhere. And then Evan  pulled away. He pulled away from him, with that look on his face.
    Seb has never been much of a crier, but this lump in his throat and sudden burning in his eyes is impossible to misinterpret, and he swallows hard. He looks over at the closed bathroom door, before deciding that this is too much. He just can't.
    He gets up from the couch, managing to stand on his shaky