That Tie Thing I said I'd Write (Don't Judge Me)

Evan is wearing a suit. It is very distracting. Tom fidgets all the way through dinner, trying his best not to stare at the way the suit clings to Evan perfectly. He tries to ignore the open jacket and the black silk tie, which hangs loosely around his neck. Evan won’t keep it tightly, much to the annoyance of Alivia, who reaches over every ten minutes or so to tighten it. But the moment Alivia returns her attention to Beccy or Elizabeth, the tie is loose again, hanging tantalizingly from around Evan’s neck. 

Tom stabs at his food with slightly more force than necessary. It’s not fair that Evan should look that good in a suit. He turns his attention to Sam, who is telling an amusing anecdote about the time that he went bowling with Steph and Alivia, and Steph fell on her back and dropped the bowling ball when she accepted the left handed challenge from Alivia. Tom forced himself to focus on that, ignoring Evan’s hand which was slowly creeping its way up  him leg as dinner wore on. 

After dinner, they crowded into the car. Tom drove, and Beccy claimed shotgun, much to Tom’s relief. Evan rode behind Tom, but he and Sam were talking about a book series that they were both reading, and Tom hadn’t picked up yet (it was on his dressing table, waiting to be read, buried under the seventeen other books he’d promised people that he’d check out some time) [Sam, Alivia and Steph were the worst offenders]. 

Finally, they made it home. Tom ducked into his and Evan’s room right away, not even waiting to say good night to the others. Curious, Evan followed him. 

The minute the door was closed, Tom pounced. His fingers grabbed the tie, pulling Evan towards him. Their lips clashed, roughly and passionately, Evan’s fingers tangling in Tom’s hair as Tom pulled on the tie. 

Tom pulled Evan towards the bed, using the tie. Evan laughed, and the sound did things to Tom that made it very hard to maintain his concentration. 

They fell onto the bed, kissing and struggling for dominance. Clothes fell to the floor, despite the reverence with which they were removed from the bodies. Evan pulled off his own tie, smirking. 

“What are you—” Tom started, but before he could finish, Evan pounced, the smooth silk of the tie wrapping around Tom’s hands and then the headboard. 

Evan chuckled. “You in that suit Tom…” He grinned lecherously, wiggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous manner. “Well, let’s have some fun now.”