Cardboard Fort
Title: Cardboard Fort
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Evanny (Evan Kirkendall/Vinny Vegas)
Rating: NC-17~
Summary: "Evan!" Vinny yells from the front door, and Evan sighs a little, because he just knows that he's getting dragged into something now. "Evaaaaaaaaan!"
The sound tech twists his body around in the chair, in the direction of the front door. "What?" he asks, turning around again before he hears Vinny's answer.
Disclaimer: Cardboard boxes, pillows, blankets and Vinny and Evan are a bad mix. Sorry. I won't give it to them in the hopes that they'll be responsible adults.
A/N: This is entirely (or just kind of) the fault of Jamie, because I was trying to come up with a plot so I could write some Evanny and she was like "I am being as much help as a cardboard box" or something and boom here we are. My train of thought is strange and yeah, this is the result of Jamie saying cardboard box and my brain having the ability to make anything sexual. Also, I am totally one hundred percent dedicating this to Megan for taking my Kirkensexual picture. dskjfhlksdjghæaslkjfa.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Evan watches his roommate dragging some cardboard boxes from their garage into the backgarden from the kitchen window. He blinks, wondering what the he'll it is he's doing, and then shrugs, figuring, it's Vinny, there's probably some long back story that isn't actually that interesting.
He takes his laptop and the glass of water he was getting back to the table, typing in a few things as he ordered some gear that he was going to need on the next tour.
"Evan!" Vinny yells from the front door, and Evan sighs a little, because he just knows that he's getting dragged into something now. "Evaaaaaaaaan!"
The sound tech twists his body around in the chair, in the direction of the front door. "What?" he asks, turning around again before he hears Vinny's answer.
"Come build a fort with meeeeee," is the responding call her gets from him.
"...A what?" Evan asks, to make sure that he heard him right because. A fort?
"A fort!" Vinny appears behind him, looking pleased with himself. "We're supposed to be on break, let's go play," he says, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Are you five?" Evan laughs, raising his eyebrows at the other man, laughing again when he nods.
"Absolutely," he says, and grabs Evan's hand, attempting to pull him away from his laptop.
"But - no!" Evan whines, trying to pull his hand out of his grip. Vinny pouts at him. "I - let me finish this," he says weakly, pressing in billing info and where to ship it to before pressing the send button.
"Let's go make a fort?"
-
It's less a fort, and more a few boxes ducttaped together, with Vinny & Evan's fort written on the side in sharpie marker. Vinny insisted on bringing like, all the blankets and pillows from the house into the fort, and they have a lot because Evan hates being cold with a passion, and blankets are obviously the solution to that.
They're both laying down on the stomachs on the floor of their fort, feet outstretched and their legs are both sticking out on either end of the boxes, green grass tickling their ankles.
Vinny makes some sort of dick joke and Evan laughs. They talk quietly for a while, but then Vinny is leaning forward, closing the small distance between them and pressing their lips together. Evan freezes up, because Vinny is kissing and him, and, what? Vinny pulls back a little bit, bites his lip as he looks at Evan for a moment before he moulds their lips together again.
It takes him a few moments, but then Evan starts kissing him back, leaning a bit more into it and moving his lips against his. He doesn't know what they're doing (he's never done anything with a guy before, but he isn't against it) but Vinny seems to know what he's doing, and oh, right, he dated that guy once for six months, everyone knows he swings both ways.
He pulls back again, giving Evan a small smile. "Is this okay?" he asks, because he isn't going to push him into something he doesn't want. Evan bites his lip and looks at the floor shyly, nodding.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "It's okay." Vinny smiles at him again, shifting so he's on his knees. He puts one hand on his cheek, sliding down to his neck, his thumb tracing his jawline as he leans in again, lips touching lips. He moves slowly, tongue sweeping against his bottom lip, silently asking permission, and Evan's lips part, giving it to him.
Vinny's tongue slides into his mouth, mapping out new territory. He runs it along the roof of his mouth, feels a small shudder going through the other man. He pulls back again, and Evan makes a soft sound in protest, he liked making out, thank you very much. Vinny motions for Evan to sit up, so he does, shifting around until his body is facing Vinny's.
It's Evan who initiates the next kiss, leaning forward until their noses bump, and there's some soft laughter until they're kissing again. Vinny is careful about it, pushing Evan until he's lying on his back, his own body bracketing his.
There are tentative movements at first, hands roaming (outside of clothes), and irregular hip rolls. Evan is surprised when a wave of lust rolls over him, settling in the pit of his stomach, and wow, okay, this is intense, he's never wanted like this before. He parts his lips a little further, deepens the kiss. It doesn't take long from there for things to really heat up, hips rolling in a continuous motion, and they're both hard, it's obvious by the way they're pressed up against each other.
The first article of clothing to go is Evan's shirt, quickly followed by Vinny's. Vinny's hands skim up his chest, pausing to tease at his nipples. Evan arches into the touch, and he's never been particularly sensitive there before, but now it's like every single touch is hardwired straight to his dick. Their pants are next to go, tossed down to the end of the fort, and all of a sudden it gets really... real. They're going to fuck, there is no going back because they hit the point of no return a while ago.
Vinny shifts backwards, getting a small bottle of lube out of his pocket. He puts it down next to Evan, offering him a sheepish grin. "I'm always prepared,"
Boxers are the last piece of clothing to go. Light slants through either end of the boxes, and it occurs to Evan just how weird this is. He's about to lose his virginity to one of his bestfriends in a cardboard box fort in their backyard.
Okay.
Vinny kneels in between his legs, spreading some lube over his fingers. There isn't going back, but he asks anyway, "Is this o-"
Evan cuts him off. "Yeah, yeah. Just do it," he says, biting his lip. Vinny slides one finger in, and Evan squirms, because it isn't bad, it just isn't... good. There's a sting at two fingers, but Vinny is careful with him, so, so careful. He scissors his fingers, making sure that he preps him right, before adding a third finger, because he really wants to make this as painless as possible.
On a whim, he leans forward and licks the bead of precum gathering at the head of his cock, and Evan's hips jerk forward, a startled moan passing through his lips. Vinny smirks, closes his lips around the head of his dick and runs his tongue along the slit, along the underside of the head at the same time as he twists his fingers, and Evan is in danger of coming really, really soon. "Vinny, Vinny," he gasps, hands moving down to pull at his hair - but, hey, the fucker doesn't have any. "Vinny, stop," he gasps, and Vinny pulls off, grinning at him.
"You think you're ready?" he asks, and Evan nods, since he isn't quite capable of real words at the moment. Vinny grabs one of the pillows, tapping Evan's hip lightly. "Up," he says, and Evan lifts his hips, letting Vinny put the pillow underneath, and maybe bringing all of them out wasn't that bad of an idea.
Evan closes his eyes, his hand curling into one of the blankets on the floor of the fort, just waiting for Vinny to do it. He hears the pop of the lube cap, the hitch in Vinny’s breath as he slicks it over himself, and then he’s leaning over him, their faces close together. “Hey,” he murmurs, and Evan’s eyes open, looking up at the other man’s face.
Their lips brush together, and Vinny takes his other hand, lacing their fingers together. He lines up the necessary body parts, thrusting in slowly and watching Evan’s face, feels him tightening his fingers around his hand. It hurts and it feels so good and he never, ever wants it to stop.
It’s slow and intense, deep and hot and heavy, it leaves Evan gasping for air, like there isn’t enough of it in his lungs, not with the way Vinny keeps touching him (mouthskinhands). Nothing has ever made him feel like this, like if Vinny ever stops he’ll just fall off the world.
Evan moans, biting his lip as he tips his head back, and Vinny ducks his head, leaving small bites and kisses along the column of his neck. He moans again, soft and low, lights dancing in front of his closed eyes. When he actually does open them, everything is kind of soft and fuzzy and out of focus, and he doesn't quite register closing them again, doesn't quite notice exactly when Vinny's lips cover his and they kiss, slow and long and hot. His thrusts are slowly getting just a little harder, dancing on that thing line between too much and not enough.
"Vinny," Evan gasps, hands going up to his shoulders, short nails digging into the skin. "I can't - not - don't stop," he says finally, hips arching up to meet Vinny's thrust, and it changes the angle just enough that he's hitting his prostate right on, and his head swings back, meeting Vinny's every thrust now, and he really can't last that much longer.
His hips snap forward, and it's a little too hard, a little too rough, but it's just enough, just that tiny push to send Evan over the cliff and tumble into orgasm, without actually being touched. Vinny keeps going through it, biting on his tongue until Evan stills underneath him.
"You're so -" Vinny says, and Evan hums sleepily, clenching around him and he tucks his head into his shoulder, bites down on his collarbone and comes, a slur of moans and Evan’s name on his lips.
They lie still for a few moments, Vinny going soft inside of Evan until he pulls out, and Evan groans a little because it's a little too much, it's close to nearing overstimulation.
Vinny sits up and hands Evan his boxers, helping him pull them up and gets his own on before flopping next to him.
"Was that -" Evan asks, cut off by a yawn that looks like it'll split his jaw. "I mean. It wasn't just?" he breaks off and his cheeks color awkwardly, looking at the brown cardboard wall over Vinny's shoulder.
"It wasn't just." Vinny agrees, and pulls Evan against him, presses a kiss into his shoulderneckhair.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Evanny (Evan Kirkendall/Vinny Vegas)
Rating: NC-17~
Summary: "Evan!" Vinny yells from the front door, and Evan sighs a little, because he just knows that he's getting dragged into something now. "Evaaaaaaaaan!"
The sound tech twists his body around in the chair, in the direction of the front door. "What?" he asks, turning around again before he hears Vinny's answer.
Disclaimer: Cardboard boxes, pillows, blankets and Vinny and Evan are a bad mix. Sorry. I won't give it to them in the hopes that they'll be responsible adults.
A/N: This is entirely (or just kind of) the fault of Jamie, because I was trying to come up with a plot so I could write some Evanny and she was like "I am being as much help as a cardboard box" or something and boom here we are. My train of thought is strange and yeah, this is the result of Jamie saying cardboard box and my brain having the ability to make anything sexual. Also, I am totally one hundred percent dedicating this to Megan for taking my Kirkensexual picture. dskjfhlksdjghæaslkjfa.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Evan watches his roommate dragging some cardboard boxes from their garage into the backgarden from the kitchen window. He blinks, wondering what the he'll it is he's doing, and then shrugs, figuring, it's Vinny, there's probably some long back story that isn't actually that interesting.
He takes his laptop and the glass of water he was getting back to the table, typing in a few things as he ordered some gear that he was going to need on the next tour.
"Evan!" Vinny yells from the front door, and Evan sighs a little, because he just knows that he's getting dragged into something now. "Evaaaaaaaaan!"
The sound tech twists his body around in the chair, in the direction of the front door. "What?" he asks, turning around again before he hears Vinny's answer.
"Come build a fort with meeeeee," is the responding call her gets from him.
"...A what?" Evan asks, to make sure that he heard him right because. A fort?
"A fort!" Vinny appears behind him, looking pleased with himself. "We're supposed to be on break, let's go play," he says, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Are you five?" Evan laughs, raising his eyebrows at the other man, laughing again when he nods.
"Absolutely," he says, and grabs Evan's hand, attempting to pull him away from his laptop.
"But - no!" Evan whines, trying to pull his hand out of his grip. Vinny pouts at him. "I - let me finish this," he says weakly, pressing in billing info and where to ship it to before pressing the send button.
"Let's go make a fort?"
-
It's less a fort, and more a few boxes ducttaped together, with Vinny & Evan's fort written on the side in sharpie marker. Vinny insisted on bringing like, all the blankets and pillows from the house into the fort, and they have a lot because Evan hates being cold with a passion, and blankets are obviously the solution to that.
They're both laying down on the stomachs on the floor of their fort, feet outstretched and their legs are both sticking out on either end of the boxes, green grass tickling their ankles.
Vinny makes some sort of dick joke and Evan laughs. They talk quietly for a while, but then Vinny is leaning forward, closing the small distance between them and pressing their lips together. Evan freezes up, because Vinny is kissing and him, and, what? Vinny pulls back a little bit, bites his lip as he looks at Evan for a moment before he moulds their lips together again.
It takes him a few moments, but then Evan starts kissing him back, leaning a bit more into it and moving his lips against his. He doesn't know what they're doing (he's never done anything with a guy before, but he isn't against it) but Vinny seems to know what he's doing, and oh, right, he dated that guy once for six months, everyone knows he swings both ways.
He pulls back again, giving Evan a small smile. "Is this okay?" he asks, because he isn't going to push him into something he doesn't want. Evan bites his lip and looks at the floor shyly, nodding.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "It's okay." Vinny smiles at him again, shifting so he's on his knees. He puts one hand on his cheek, sliding down to his neck, his thumb tracing his jawline as he leans in again, lips touching lips. He moves slowly, tongue sweeping against his bottom lip, silently asking permission, and Evan's lips part, giving it to him.
Vinny's tongue slides into his mouth, mapping out new territory. He runs it along the roof of his mouth, feels a small shudder going through the other man. He pulls back again, and Evan makes a soft sound in protest, he liked making out, thank you very much. Vinny motions for Evan to sit up, so he does, shifting around until his body is facing Vinny's.
It's Evan who initiates the next kiss, leaning forward until their noses bump, and there's some soft laughter until they're kissing again. Vinny is careful about it, pushing Evan until he's lying on his back, his own body bracketing his.
There are tentative movements at first, hands roaming (outside of clothes), and irregular hip rolls. Evan is surprised when a wave of lust rolls over him, settling in the pit of his stomach, and wow, okay, this is intense, he's never wanted like this before. He parts his lips a little further, deepens the kiss. It doesn't take long from there for things to really heat up, hips rolling in a continuous motion, and they're both hard, it's obvious by the way they're pressed up against each other.
The first article of clothing to go is Evan's shirt, quickly followed by Vinny's. Vinny's hands skim up his chest, pausing to tease at his nipples. Evan arches into the touch, and he's never been particularly sensitive there before, but now it's like every single touch is hardwired straight to his dick. Their pants are next to go, tossed down to the end of the fort, and all of a sudden it gets really... real. They're going to fuck, there is no going back because they hit the point of no return a while ago.
Vinny shifts backwards, getting a small bottle of lube out of his pocket. He puts it down next to Evan, offering him a sheepish grin. "I'm always prepared,"
Boxers are the last piece of clothing to go. Light slants through either end of the boxes, and it occurs to Evan just how weird this is. He's about to lose his virginity to one of his bestfriends in a cardboard box fort in their backyard.
Okay.
Vinny kneels in between his legs, spreading some lube over his fingers. There isn't going back, but he asks anyway, "Is this o-"
Evan cuts him off. "Yeah, yeah. Just do it," he says, biting his lip. Vinny slides one finger in, and Evan squirms, because it isn't bad, it just isn't... good. There's a sting at two fingers, but Vinny is careful with him, so, so careful. He scissors his fingers, making sure that he preps him right, before adding a third finger, because he really wants to make this as painless as possible.
On a whim, he leans forward and licks the bead of precum gathering at the head of his cock, and Evan's hips jerk forward, a startled moan passing through his lips. Vinny smirks, closes his lips around the head of his dick and runs his tongue along the slit, along the underside of the head at the same time as he twists his fingers, and Evan is in danger of coming really, really soon. "Vinny, Vinny," he gasps, hands moving down to pull at his hair - but, hey, the fucker doesn't have any. "Vinny, stop," he gasps, and Vinny pulls off, grinning at him.
"You think you're ready?" he asks, and Evan nods, since he isn't quite capable of real words at the moment. Vinny grabs one of the pillows, tapping Evan's hip lightly. "Up," he says, and Evan lifts his hips, letting Vinny put the pillow underneath, and maybe bringing all of them out wasn't that bad of an idea.
Evan closes his eyes, his hand curling into one of the blankets on the floor of the fort, just waiting for Vinny to do it. He hears the pop of the lube cap, the hitch in Vinny’s breath as he slicks it over himself, and then he’s leaning over him, their faces close together. “Hey,” he murmurs, and Evan’s eyes open, looking up at the other man’s face.
Their lips brush together, and Vinny takes his other hand, lacing their fingers together. He lines up the necessary body parts, thrusting in slowly and watching Evan’s face, feels him tightening his fingers around his hand. It hurts and it feels so good and he never, ever wants it to stop.
It’s slow and intense, deep and hot and heavy, it leaves Evan gasping for air, like there isn’t enough of it in his lungs, not with the way Vinny keeps touching him (mouthskinhands). Nothing has ever made him feel like this, like if Vinny ever stops he’ll just fall off the world.
Evan moans, biting his lip as he tips his head back, and Vinny ducks his head, leaving small bites and kisses along the column of his neck. He moans again, soft and low, lights dancing in front of his closed eyes. When he actually does open them, everything is kind of soft and fuzzy and out of focus, and he doesn't quite register closing them again, doesn't quite notice exactly when Vinny's lips cover his and they kiss, slow and long and hot. His thrusts are slowly getting just a little harder, dancing on that thing line between too much and not enough.
"Vinny," Evan gasps, hands going up to his shoulders, short nails digging into the skin. "I can't - not - don't stop," he says finally, hips arching up to meet Vinny's thrust, and it changes the angle just enough that he's hitting his prostate right on, and his head swings back, meeting Vinny's every thrust now, and he really can't last that much longer.
His hips snap forward, and it's a little too hard, a little too rough, but it's just enough, just that tiny push to send Evan over the cliff and tumble into orgasm, without actually being touched. Vinny keeps going through it, biting on his tongue until Evan stills underneath him.
"You're so -" Vinny says, and Evan hums sleepily, clenching around him and he tucks his head into his shoulder, bites down on his collarbone and comes, a slur of moans and Evan’s name on his lips.
They lie still for a few moments, Vinny going soft inside of Evan until he pulls out, and Evan groans a little because it's a little too much, it's close to nearing overstimulation.
Vinny sits up and hands Evan his boxers, helping him pull them up and gets his own on before flopping next to him.
"Was that -" Evan asks, cut off by a yawn that looks like it'll split his jaw. "I mean. It wasn't just?" he breaks off and his cheeks color awkwardly, looking at the brown cardboard wall over Vinny's shoulder.
"It wasn't just." Vinny agrees, and pulls Evan against him, presses a kiss into his shoulderneckhair.