Two Player Game

~Chapter Ten~

Conner's got Evan in his lap now, officially a couple and the man wants to make sure Evan knows exactly what he's gonna get outta him. He nips at his earlobe earning a gasp.

"I'll rock your world, Hansen, just you wait."

"C-Conner- you know I've never -"

"And we won't until you say you want to, but know that it'll be the best you ever have, promise." Conner leans in and kisses him gently. "Whenever you're ready."

"What if I'm never ready?"

"then man am I gonna have one busy arm." they both chuckle.

"now- while we're hear alone though, mind if I get a peek?" he grins and tugs at Evan's shirt.

"uhhh... S-sure."Evan nervously slides his shirt off and refuses to make eye contact.

"God you're beautiful. So pale and soft and cute."

"Conner, please." He's blushing like he does. "Is true though. Look at you. Like... a marshmallow."

"Connor, STOP." Evan still has marks on his stomach. Conner puts one hand over them and Evan blushes hard.

"What're -"

"Ignoring every trace of him." before he can respond, Conner is pulling Evan into a kiss. It's a little rough and it's exciting and Evan is thrilled. The comment is gone from Evan's mind in a flash at Conner's touch. He's tracing the marks softly with his fingertips. They're probably sensitive.

"Conner -"

"Don't worry about it. Relax, baby. "

This ends up becoming a regular thing. At least once a week, Evan comes over with Conner after school and they get very intimate on the couch. Traces of Jared have disappeared from Evan's body and been replaced with Conner. He's constantly leaving marks, letting him borrow his jacket, etc in an attempt to keep others away from what's his. Evan feels so loved, but at the same time... He's starting to see Conner's flaws. He gets angry very easily. He's hit Evan on numerous occasions, but always felt extremely bad about it. He constantly apologizes and tries to make it better. Normally he doesn't leave marks like that, but when Evan gets on the bus one day he's got a huge bruise on his cheek.

Jared notices this when he sits next to him. "Oh my god, Evan, what happened??" He's never really cared like this for Evan while he was sober.

"Hm? I-I... Don't know what you're talking about." he refuses to make eye contact, gaze darting to his lap. Jared puts a finger on his chin and moves it to make Evan look at him.

"Evan... was this...?"

"I-It was my fault, honest, I shouldn't have - I shouldn't have said anything, I knew he was having a hard time, it was my fault -"

"Evan I need you to tell me what happened. Please."

"Jared, it's fine. It's just a bruise, it'll heal. He didn't mean it." Jared let's go of his face. He's just so worried about him.

Evan looks at the ground. "... He just... I knew he was upset already, I don't know why I even opened my mouth. I told him - I told him I thought maybe I could see if he wanted to start going to my therapist. She helps with anger issues and stuff too. I was trying to help."

"So then why did he hit you?" Evan's eyes start to water. "He said he didn't need to go to a therapist, he got so angry, he said therapists were for crazy people. I said I have a therapist, did he think I was crazy? He got so much angrier. Told me to stop putting words in his mouth and then-" He's quiet. Jared hesitates.

"Evan, how long has this been going on? I know he probably doesn't mean it, but... how long since it started?"

"...Couple weeks." They've been dating a few months, it's a pretty recent development. This makes Jared so mad. Why can't he control himself?

"I mean it's one thing to pick on people like me, but to hurt you?"

"I'm sure he doesn't mean to, Jared, seriously. I-I know he's-" Connor gets on the bus and Evan shuts his mouth. Jared is trying so hard to refrain himself from glocking this guy in his face. He would lose that fight though. Even doesn't look up until Connor clears his throat.

"Morning."

"G-Good Morning." He feels like he's walking through a minefield. Make the wrong step and he'll explode. He's...afraid of Connor. He loves him, he does, but he's afraid. Jared knew this guy was bad news bears from the start. He knows Connor and he didn't want Evan ending up like this.

"Evan, about-"

"It's fine. It's totally fine, I know you didn't mean it, you didn't mean to hurt m, I shouldn't have said what I did. It's my fault It's my fault." He's got other, less noticeable bruises as well. His right shoulder, the left side of his abdomen. He ignores them. It's ok. Jared can't put up with this. Watching the literal love of his life get beaten up like this from his OWN BOYFRIEND. He texts Michael.

Ja: [Dude, I can't do it. Connor is HITTING him!]

M: [hitting... ON him? Or like.. punching?]

Ja: [punching!]

M: [You gotta get him out, man. It's CONNER MURPHY. What if he like, snaps and kills him??]

The thought of Evan dying. from Connor.... he can already feel tears in his eyes.

Ja: [You're right. But how?]

Just looking at Evan, you can see he's moving carefully, speaking carefully, so as not to fuck up.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight, Conner. At my place."

"Sounds nice."

M: [I'd say confront Connor because I already know you want to, but he'd fucking murder you. Dude you're like two feet tall]

Ja: [Wow, thanks. I'll try somethin']

"Hey, uh, Evan. Do you think you could stay after for practice?" Jared's trying to get time alone with him.

"Oh, uh, sure. S-sure Jared. I guess. I'll call you on my way home and you can start walking over then, Con?"

"Read my mind. Can do, baby." Evan smiles a little at the familiar petname. It'd be more familiar if it was "darlin'" But Jared would probably jump Connor then and there if he'd used it. Fortunately he didn't. When they get off the bus, you can see that Evan even walk delicately now. It's hard to tell if he's injured or just nervous. Jared needs to looks out for him.