𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦, connie springer 18+

lover boy

You embraced each of your new-friends goodbye, making vague promises to meet again soon before leaving the front door.

The town-streets were somehow more desolate and silent than they were when you had first arrived, the only noise coming from drunks who were celebrating the long weekend. Chilly, Autumn air took over your skin.

Your arm was linked with his as you tipsily giggled, hearing the door slam shut.

The balls of your feet were aching deeply from walking and dancing so much during the party as you slowed down your pace: your soles were on fire as you awkwardly hobbled a few meters behind Connie Springer.

"You ready for the walk back?"

You parted your lips to respond before feeling a cold breeze flow through your body. You shivered fiercely as Connie immediately straightened his posture,

Connie's tilted to the side; he pulled his thick, black jacket off of his shoulders as you sat up beside him, curious as to what he was doing.

You could feel a heavy weight press against your shoulders as he leaned over, placing his jacket over your body.

His warm, soft skin sent shivers down your spine as you watched the concentration in his face, taking his time to savour the moment. You enjoyed the feeling of his bare skin against yours as he put his jacket on you.

He slipped your arms through the sleeves as he helped you dress.

"There," His tired voice muttered, "Now you wont be so cold."

"But wont you be cold?"

"I never get cold," Connie scoffed cockily, "I'm basically immune! Don't worry about me."

You glanced down at his thick, muscular arms as you realised they were covered in goosebumps from the chilly wind.

You buried your face into his jacket as the aroma of his cologne intoxicated your senses: the warmth he'd radiated into his jacket covered your skin. You savoured each moment, feeling yourself beam at the sensation you were getting from his jacket.

You yawned into his jacket as he sighed, "Come on, Y/N." A weak smile protruded from his lips, extending his arm out to help you up, "You getting on my back, or not?"

You nodded excitedly.

Connie began to kneel down as you uneasily pressed your hands against his shoulders: you were still tipsily giggling, struggling to stay upright, "If you drop me, I'll never forgive you."

Connie let out a short chuckle as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your hands dangling across his chest and neck as he looked over his shoulder to make sure you were ready.

"Well then, I suppose it's a good thing I won't drop you." He answered you calmly before you felt him hold onto your thighs, lifting you up from the floor with ease.

Your eyes widened, lips shut together tightly.

You pressed your head against his tiredly, looking down at the floor.

"Are you alright?" He began in a calm voice, doing a small 'jump' to push you higher on his back, "You need to stop underestimating how strong I am."

"I really do."

He held onto your thighs tighter before beginning to walk through his home-town with ease: you walked in mostly silence. Although, it was oddly comfortable: the night was peaceful and scenic as you felt the stars glow onto your skin.