From: The Trenches

Majesty

"I'm gonna kill you Jean... then myself" Connie groans, panting with his head on the dash in the passenger seat of Jean's Camero.

Jean bursts out laughing, smacking the steering wheel. "I didn't think it'd be that strong" he busts out laughing again "you couldn't even drive yourself home!!"

Connie tries to move his head under the dash, he just moans and groans when he's unsuccessful. "It hurts"

"Call your girl over, you were the one telling me about her-"

"STOP TALKING"

Jean pulls up to his house still chuckling. "Can you walk?" He jokes.

"I said stop talking, and I'm not calling her!... and I'm gonna get you back" he slams his car door, walking a little funny.

Jean screams laughing, he accidentally taps his horn from flailing his limbs.

"WHORE" Connie yells from the door, slamming himself inside.

Jean finally pulls off, pressing a contact name on his phone. "Hey y/n, can you check on Connie for me, he was acting weird.... Thank you" he smirks while hanging up the phone.

Connie's already thrown his shirt off, along with his t-shirt. He tosses himself on the couch, legs spread with a pillow on his lap. He wasn't the type to indulge in self pleasure, it wasn't deserved.

He was too lazy to take a shower in the middle of the day. Plus he had places to be later, like get his car from the big house and he has business.

He hears a knock on the door, his heart starts to beat even faster. He scrambles to his feet, still clutching his couch pillow.

He opens the door to your semi worried face. "You okay?" You ask.

Connie shakes his head "nothin why?"

"You're sweating... and I asked you a yes or no question... you said 'nothin' to are you ok-"

"I get it but... now isn't a good time"

"This is the first time you've ever said no to me, something is wrong"

He huffs "fine" he lets you in.

He returns to the same position on the couch, the pillow sturdy on his lap. All of the sudden he's scared to breathe like he'll give himself away.

"Maybe because it's too bright outside" you see all the curtains open, pulling your shoes off. "The floor is getting hot" you swing them closed.

Your voice was driving him mad, he wished you'd shut up and leave his house. He should've known when Jean actually offered him something to drink it was a set up. He had the perfect get back, he just had to get through this.

"Connie!"

"Huh?" He shoots his eyes open.

"You sure you're okay?" You sit next to him.

He closes his legs scooting away from you "yeah.... Got it right this time"

He was too nervous to feel the pain going down between his legs. Deep down maybe he did want you to help, but his mom would be so crossed with him fucking on her couch.

You get fed up and stand in front of him, hands on your hips ready to interrogate him. "No tv no nothing? And you still lookin stupid"

"I'm fine" he waves you away.

"What's wrong?!" You try to snatch the pillow from under him. Once it's in your grasp he lunges at you but you laugh, throwing it to the side.

"Why you so mad?" You push him back on the couch.