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was downright alarming, not that he liked to think about that. It’s what made things like avoiding everyone and folding laundry so appealing. He could get lost in the task at hand, and put off worrying about the rest of the niggling truths about who he was and possibilities regarding the way things were headed which had him craving a cigarette or a beer or an escape.
    Without the headphones planted firmly on his ears, he would have been tempted to eavesdrop on the conversation happening in the living room between his brother and his boyfriends. Thankfully, the loud, moody, alternative rock blasting into his ears drowned most of it out. Maybe it was unhealthy to avoid one’s problems, but who the hell cared what was healthy or not? Evan had enough people telling him what to do, or reminding him how poor his choices tended to be, to provoke him to constantly want to rebel against popular suggestion. He was only eighteen, after all. He should have been able to safely get away with some questionable behavior. Maturity was for those older than him. Contributing to his share of the rent and the bills was plenty enough responsibility for the time being.
    So, he stayed in the bedroom for the rest of the night. No one bothered him. His stress levels lowered. If he’d been back at his old home, he would have gone for a walk in the fields beyond the house to enjoy some fresh air and open sky. As it was, he made due with cozier comforts. Soon, he was sleepy. Crawling under the covers once his things were all put away and his teeth brushed, he drifted off for a while.
    He awoke once he heard movement in the room. The door opened and shut. Footsteps padded over the carpet around the bed. Cracking open his eyes, Evan, lying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around his pillow, lifted his head to peer at the clock on the nightstand. Less than two hours had passed.
    “Go back to sleep,” a familiar voice urged quietly. A moment later, the bed shifted as Alek sat down on his side.
    “Mm,” Evan hummed, turning to look drowsily at Alek’s darkened form. After pulling off his shirt, Alek caught Evan’s gaze, hesitating. When Evan didn’t shut his eyes again or settle back down onto the pillow, but stayed propped up on his elbows, Alek took the hint, as Evan hoped he would.
    Slipping out of his pajama pants, Alek pushed the sheet and blanket back before lying down beside Evan. There was a silent debate happening, which Evan was perfectly aware of. Though his eyes were half-shut with the weight of sleep, he kept watching Alek.
    It was better to succumb than to fight it. Evan knew that instinctively. He wouldn’t pretend to be unaware of what Alek wanted, and he’d rather submit than miss out or regret not doing something later. Once opportunity passed you by, there was no getting it back again. Maybe all of that submitting was the reason for his worries, but what was done was done. There was nothing for it but to let it go and take another step forward to better things.
    Alek was reclined on his side, facing Evan, who was still on his stomach. Reaching across the mere inches separating them, Alek touched Evan. His hand rested upon Evan’s bare lower back, directly above the waistband of his sleep pants. The fingers brushed the skin there subtly before Alek continued reading Evan’s signs and pushed for more. Sliding his hand under the waistband of Evan’s pants, Alek palmed Evan’s ass and, after another moment, gently kneaded the rounded muscle.
    “Should I let you go back to sleep?”
    “If I wanted that, I would have just pretended to be sleeping.”
    The questing, explorative touches of other, older men were something Evan had been used to experiencing for several years. There was something appealing in passively letting it happen, divorcing himself from what they were doing by thinking of the sexual activity as their choice, not his. It wasn’t only Alek and Luka who had liked to fondle Evan’s body and test his