Sunday Smutday! Chris Evans Fic: Two Night Stand
Smutty goodness. NC-17. Enjoy!
“So do you want to come back to my place?”
And there it was, the question that you’d both known was coming about five minutes into this evening’s conversation. It had been asked with a respectful tentativeness but with enough confidence that you could see he was fairly certain what the answer would be, without being arrogant. His head had tilted to one side in question, his eyes steadily fixed on yours, no shame at all in his implicit request, a bottle of beer resting casually between his palms.