Come Loose Your Dogs Upon Me || EverymanHYBRID || Evan/Jeff || NC17
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The handcuffs were always for Evan.
However, when Jeff elected to go out and buy them, it was due to the fact that the number of HYBRIDS sending him and Vince emails about the hidden videos and Evan’s behaviour within them. They were a precautionary measure.
Jeff hadn’t accounted for Evan finding them.
“Dude, what the fuck are these for?” Evan inquires, fishing the cuffs out of Jeff’s backpack. They’re in Jeff’s basement-Jeff typing up notes from the latest trip to the library as Evan mills about, restless as always.
Jeff’s eyes alight on the bright stainless steel as his fingers still on the keyboard. He can’t help but feel a bit of panic rise up. After all, what is he supposed to say? ‘Just in case you go ape shit on us, buddy’? The fact that they’re hanging from Evan’s finger like they should be enveloped in hot pink faux fur isn’t helping his cognitive process any. Jeff wasn’t blind, or immune to Evan’s charm. They’d had a couple...close calls when he was with Jessalyn, but he wasn’t about to going screwing around on her, and then, well, Jeff hasn’t really been in the mindset, to say the least. He plops his laptop on the coffee table and straightens up from his slouched position on the couch.
“Um...” He replies cleverly. He feels heat rise to his face the longer no explanation comes to mind. Evan’s expression turns from confusion to amusement.
“Oh my god, are these part of some kinky thing you’ve got going on? Like being tied up, Jeffster? Or are you more of the tying sort? I bet Jessa was totally-”
“They’re for you!” Jeff blurts, the quip about his former girlfriend significantly cooling the heat he felt pooling in his belly at Evan’s words. Fuck.
Evan tilts his head, a bemused grin creeping onto his face.
“What?”
“Well uh, for any of us, really,” Jeff clarifies. “Just in case one of us, you know, goes off the deep end or something.”
Evan’s expression darkens as he connects the dots. The guy’s not stupid; he’s read the emails concerning the hidden videos and his behaviour.
But then it changes to a sly grin, and he’s approaching Jeff in what could only be described as a saunter. There are alarm bells going off in Jeff’s head. If he’s honest, they’ve been going off for awhile, which makes it all the easier to ignore them. Their pitch fades into white noise as Evan deliberately plants a knee parallel to Jeff’s thigh-straddling his lap as he hangs his head down, their eyes meeting, Evan’s smile never changing. Jeff wants to push him off, pull him close, ask him why he’s doing this, ask him why he hasn’t done this sooner.
Jeff does nothing.
Evan rocks against him, once, smoothly. It pulls a short, sharp exhale from Jeff.
“They’re for me.” Evan says it like he’s telling him; claiming them. Part of Jeff hopes that’s not the only thing Evan is claiming here. Jeff finally makes a decision, gripping Evan’s hips firmly. This seems to be the accurate course of action as Evan makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat. He leans in, his lips brushing the ridge of Jeff’s ear as he speaks in a low voice.
“I don’t blame you. Lately...lately I’d wanna handcuff me too.” Jeff hears Evan swallow before he continues, “I’m not scared, I’m just...worried.”
Jeff tries to pull back to see Evan’s face, reassure his friend somehow, but Evan’s lips migrate to his neck. The grip Jeff has on Evan’s hips tightens as he feels the man’s tongue languidly slide along his neck. His eyes fall shut as he turns his head, meeting Evan’s lips with his own. The kiss deepens immediately as Jeff drags his hands up Evan’s back, pulling him closer and forcing him to forsake his grip on Jeff’s shoulders as their chests solidly connect. He wraps his arms around Jeff’s neck instead, the movement jingling the cuffs still in Evan’s grasp.
The kiss between them is nothing like Jeff would have expected. Instead of a teasing fight for dominance, Evan seems to follow Jeff’s lead. It lends Jeff a heady sense of control, even if he knows that Evan could easily turn the tables anytime he wanted. Jeff suddenly needed to know how deep this submissive streak went. He holds onto Evan and grinds up against him, pleased when it startles a strangled moan from him. The hand that had found a place in his hair tightens its hold. He can feel Evan against him now, a hard insistent length straining against the worn denim of those damned ripped jeans Evan always seems to wear.
Evan begins to grind against him again, causing Jeff to gasp into his mouth and Evan to chuckle knowingly. Jeff ignores it and pulls at the hem of Evan’s Bioshock t-shirt, pulling it over his head quickly as Evan lifts his arms obediently, dropping the handcuffs on the couch beside them. Jeff throws the shirt to an unknown destination and drinks in the sight Evan makes sitting on his lap, hard and shirtless. He runs a tentative hand down Evan’s chest, feeling the other man’s eyes on him like infrared. It feels like nothing he’s felt before, and he’d be confused if only everything in his life wasn’t confusing right now. He chances a look back at Evan’s face, surprised not to find a smirk but rather a sober expression. Evan’s slick lips are reddened and the fact that Jeff did that goes straight to his dick. Jeff latches on to Evan’s now exposed collar bone, laying a trail of hard kisses down to Evan’s left nipple before taking it into his mouth. Evan’s head lolls back as he grabs at the nape of Jeff’s neck.
Jeff doesn’t know why he suddenly needs to mark up Evan’s pale skin, just that the idea is quite enticing at the moment. He’s never been aggressive in bed, more of a compromising partner than anything else. Not that he’s slept with anyone other than Jessa. He bites the flesh beneath the now peaked nipple and revels in the sharp snap of Evan’s hips.
“Fuuuuck yesss, Jeff. That’s it,” he pants, “you better mark me up good. No halfassing this shit.”
‘Comfort’s not the right word, but rather it reassures Jeff that Evan gets off on this rough streak Jeff has suddenly inherited. Not that it’s in any way surprising.
Jeff makes the decision to roll sideways after littering Evan’s chest with a few precise hickeys and losing his own shirt in the process. Jeff relished the feel of skin on skin as he settles on top of Evan.
“Ow, fuck. Those damn handcuffs-” Evan reaches behind his lower back and extricates the cuffs from where they’re situated underneath him. Jeff watches, observes the change in plans as Evan nearly tosses the handcuffs the way of his shirt and then,
“You wanna handcuff me, babe?”
“No.” Jeff ignores the twist in his chest at the endearment, writing it off as ridiculous. “Those are for when things get bad,” his voice softens, “things aren’t bad now.” Which wow, relativity in action.
“Come ooonn. I know you have the key, so what’s the matter? You know you wanna.” Evan leans up, dragging teeth against Jeff’s earlobe.
Jeff shudders involuntarily.
“You know I’ll let you do anything to me,” Evan continues, writhing against Jeff and dragging blunt fingernails down his back. Jeff makes an embarrassing noise but manages to bite out, “then let me,” instead of the resounding ‘why?’ pounding at forefront of his brain. He pushes himself off of Evan and gets to his feet. Evan’s gaze is hungry on him and it makes him feel completely naked, despite the now too tight jeans he’s still wearing. Jeff gestures to the closest of the support beams in the basement.
“Come on.”
Evan props himself up on his elbows.
“Tell me.”
“What?”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he explains, as if they do this every Friday afternoon and Jeff somehow forgot this time around.
“I want-” Jeff starts, and then pauses, thinking on the words. This is fucked up, until he remembers the thrill of discovering how pliant Evan could be and his desire to push that envelop. And then it doesn’t seem so fucked up. It’s somehow easier to admit this to Evan than to himself.
“I want you to sit against that beam with your hands placed above you.” Jeff tells him, using the deliberate tone he gets when he explains something important. He watches Evan push off the couch, slink over and slide down backwards against the support beam like a goddamn stripper, a smile growing on his face as he goes.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, wondering how he can be both turned on and exasperated.
“Come on, man; let’s get this show on the road. You keep looking at me like that and I’m not going to last long.”
Jeff grabs the handcuffs and is securing them around Evan’s wrists snugly before he even realizes what he’s doing.
“Tighter.” He feels Evan’s breath puff lightly against his chest.
“No.”
He leans down before Evan starts to argue, capturing the man’s mouth in a somewhat bruising kiss as his hand comes up to hold his jaw.
The kiss is slow and dirty as Jeff fucks his tongue into Evan’s mouth. The knowledge that Evan couldn’t stop him and doesn’t want to sparks something within Jeff. He slides the hand on Evan’s jaw lower, feeling the jut of his Adam’s apple against his palm. His other hand makes short work of the button and fly on Evan’s jeans with a deftness Jeff didn’t even know he possessed. Evan keens when he finally wraps his fingers around his cock. Jeff presses down on his throat as he jacks him, revels in the sound of Evan’s laboured breathes as he kisses the side of his neck, biting and sucking. Evan’s close; he can tell by the flutter of abdominal muscles against his arm as he relentlessly strips Evan’s length. Jeff ruts against him like an animal, too far gone himself to take off his own jeans, getting off on the fact that the friction is just a shade too light for his liking and the noises tearing themselves from Evan’s constricted windpipe.
“Fuck Evan, I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll think you’re dying,” Jeff all but growls. He feels like his molecules are vibrating so violently he’s surprised he’s still in one piece. Evan’s face is flushed and there’s sweat plastering loose strands of hair to his forehead, his eyes reduced to blue slits.
“Look at me,” Jeff breathes. “I wanna see you die.” And oh, that’s not what he wanted to say at all. Evan’s eyes fly open, dark with lust, no sign that Jeff’s words alarmed him, even as Jeff presses harder on his throat, feeling a slight burn in his bicep. Evan comes with a harsh, shallow gasp, and it’s like he tied a rope around Jeff’s ankle before he got pushed off the cliff, because suddenly Jeff is coming too, his thrusts turning erratic against Evan’s hip. Jeff’s grip on Evan’s throat loosens and now he’s dragging his nails down Evan’s chest. He’s ignorant to the angry red marks he’s leaving, lost in the wild look Evan’s giving him as Jeff mutters his name over and over.
As his orgasm ebbs away, Jeff’s buries his face in the crook of Evan’s neck, Evan’s still heavy breaths rocking him slightly. As his senses return, Jeff removes his hand from Evan’s pants, wiping his hand on Evan’s jeans, ignoring the croaked, “hey” he gets for the action. Jeff sits up, suddenly unable to look Evan in the eye as he reaches around to his back pocket for the key to the handcuffs. Evan doesn’t say anything, but Jeff knows he probably has a million things he wants to say. He unlocks the handcuffs and throws them in the direction of his backpack and sits beside Evan, staring at the carpet.
“Well damn, man. That was intense,” Evan exclaimed hoarsely. Jeff winced; he had done that. Why had he done that? Why was his first instinct to choke out one of his best friends the moment-
“Hey. Hey, Jeff. Look at me.” Jeff starts at the gentle touch of Evan’s hand to his chin. Jeff’s gaze slid reluctantly to Evan. His gut churned when he saw the state of Evan’s torso, bruised and reddened, so he had no choice but to look at his face. Evan offered him a lopsided smile.
“That was amazing, man. I’ve never-”
“But I fucking hurt you, I didn’t want-”
“No. Don’t say you didn’t want to, because that is fucking lie.” Evan almost sounds angry. “Listen: that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Look me in the eye and try to tell me it won’t turn you on knowing that under my damn shirt is this absolute mess you’ve made of me.” He chuckles softly. A weight lifts off Jeff’s chest, until he remembers,
“I told you I wanted to see you die.”
Instead of reassuring Jeff or expressing concern, Evan leans forward.
“I know,” his lips touch Jeff’s gently but unyielding. Jeff’s eyes flutter shut almost out of their own accord.
He doesn’t know which one of them is more fucked.