F.A.F // H2OVanoss [Completed]

Chapter 33

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content and themes as well as triggering/sensitive topics. Please read with caution or skip and it will be referenced later. Thank you

(This was also super weird to write I've never written anything like this before so I'm sorry if it sucks)

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Evan was laughing- giggling more like- from all the alcohol he had consumed, smiling at Tyler as he made stupid jokes and funny faces. He took another sip from his cup of vodka, the two having finished the beer that Evan had in his pantry already.

"Oh, we're out of drinks, here give me your glass I'll go get more." Tyler said, nearly completely sober since he had barely touched any of his drinks, mostly giving them to Evan so he could try to forget what had happened earlier in the day, wanting him to feel better.

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Tyler came back in with two glasses full of vodka- really it was just one glass since he had no intention of drinking his, he handed the vodka to his friend. "Here." He smiled, catching Evan's attention as he looked up from his phone, his finger clicking something on the screen without either of them knowing before he locked his phone.

The drunken boy carefully put his phone next to him, the screen face down. Next, Evan easily downed the beverage in one gulp, handing the glass back to Tyler once he had finished with it, continuing to laugh and smile as his friend put down the glass onto the desk.

"Feeling better?" Tyler asked, staring intensely at Evan as he nodded. "Good." He took a small sip from the other glass before placing it down onto the nightstand. There was a few heartbeats of silence, Tyler's eyes shifting between the boy in front of him and the floor.

He looked so beautiful, Tyler thought, with his eyes, bloodshot from crying, his hair messed up from his head being pressed up against his chest. The smile that had been drunkenly painted on his lips, the laugh that sounded forced from his throat. Tyler couldn't help it, Evan looked so beautiful, like a wilted flower petal, you couldn't help but admire the beauty in a tragedy.

Without warning, he forced himself onto Evan, connecting their lips and pushing him onto the bed. Evan almost immediately pressed his hands on Tyler's chest, trying to get him off.

"Tyler, no, stop, not right, no-" Evan slurred, having a vague understanding of what was happening. Tyler gently moved away the newly single boy's hands, his sinisterly sober blue eyes meeting Evan's fearful and drunk ones, realization slowly filling them. Tyler smiles at the boy he had trapped on the bed, who surely had a million thoughts running through him as the boy above him tried to pull their bodies even closer.

"Shh, don't worry, Ev, I'm gonna make you feel even better, it's gonna be okay." Kissing him again, he forced his tongue in Evan's mouth, holding his arms above his head-against the pillows so he couldn't resist. Tyler was easily able to gain dominance over the intoxicated boy, who still tried to pull away even though there was no way he could.

Slowly, Tyler had climbed on top of Evan, the boy still whimpering cries of protest underneath him. Ignoring the objections, he straddled Evan's hips, grinding against his area as he deepened the kiss between them. Below him, Evan involuntarily moaned from the contact and their connected lips. As soon as the sound escaped him, Evan scolded himself internally, knowing that it was definitely the wrong move to make.

"Tyler, stop, please, no, I don't want this." Evan spoke in between the kisses that Tyler was giving him, his breathing was heavy. "Stop, no!" He moaned as Tyler ran a hand along his side, slipping into his shirt and running over his stomach. Evan shivered and squirmed, uncomfortable with the cold touch of Tyler's fingertips making contact with his skin.