Dear Evan Hansen,
I can't stop thinking about our first night together. Y'know. Together together.
Your helpless whimpers and moans beneath me, all whiny and needy. The heat of your body against mine; the warm wet wrapped around me. Your hands roaming everywhere, your hair, my hair, the sheets, everywhere.
Your nails raking down my shoulders was intoxicating. Those words you whispered to me while clinging desperately to everything I am. I'll keep those words to myself for forever. The way your eyebrows pushed together when you felt something I didn't was mesmerizing. How you would bite your lip to muffle those blessed noises was gorgeous; let me see that again, that's all I ask.
Your freckles looked fucking fantastic in the moonlight coming in through my window. The moonlight was the only way I could see you, in all your sweaty loveliness. Those baby blues clouded over with something I couldn't recognize but I loved it all the same. Ev, you were abso-fucking-lutely angelic. A literal angel writhing under me.
Everything about you was beautiful that night, from your messy sex hair to the sweat dripping off your body. I loved the way you shivered just ever so slightly under my touch, a trail of goosebumps following my fingers. Your legs wrapped around my hips is something I'd kill to feel again.
And, honestly, I'd quit everything destructive if you told me we could to that again.
I don't know why I'm writing all this out to you - you were there. But you didn't see what I saw.
And I think after last night I can tell you for sure this time: I love you. I don't know why it took me so long to see, but I have for a while now. Even before we got together, I think.
Sincerely,
Me
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Evan finishes reading the letter, face bright red and, great, now his palms are sweaty. He wipes them on his khakis after setting the letter down. What the hell kind of response did Connor want? An 'I love you too, the sex was great' letter?
Opening his laptop, he pulls up a new document. Indecisively, he closes it. Then he opens it again. Then he closes it.
Sighing, he opens his laptop again. He starts typing, but backspaces with a frustrated groan, throwing himself down on his pillows. Why do you have to be so hard to talk to, Connor?! He thinks.
He rubs his hands over his face and sits back up. He stands, dusting himself off and walks out to the living room. Evan grabs his jacket, tells Heidi where he's going, kisses her cheek goodbye and leaves the house.
Immediately, anxiety kicks in. What if Connor doesn't want to see him? Should he text Connor first, tell him he's on his way? Probably.
So Evan yanks out his phone and, while walking towards Connor's house, texts the edgy teen.
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To: Connor M.
Can I come over?
I read your letter, and I wanna talk to you in person...
From: Connor M.
Sure. No one's home.
Did you like my letter? I know my handwriting's pretty terrible.
To: Connor M.
I loved it. I just want to tell you how I feel, I guess, to your face, rather than in a letter. Also, what I'm doing right now is a spur of the moment action, so don't be surprised if I back out at the last second.
Sorry that message was long.
From: Connor M.
See you soon, freckles.
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Evan puts his phone away, feeling bad that he didn't answer, but he figures since he's almost in front of Connor's house, it'd be weird.
He walks up the little porch steps and knocks. A couple minutes later, Connor pulls the door open and sweeps Evan inside. Connor promptly shuts the door and grabs Evan's hands.
For a moment, they just stand there, too awkward to say anything.
Then Evan blurts, "I love you too."
And now Connor is equally as shocked as Evan is, who slapped a hand over his mouth. Connor's hands gravitate to Evan's face and he cups the boy's cheeks before taking his hand off his mouth.
Connor kisses him sweetly, tilting Evan's chin just ever-so-slightly up. Evan's hands grasp onto Connor's shirt, screwing his eyes shut. Connor's lips are chapped, and he tastes like apricots when they pull apart.
Connor rests his forehead on Evan's, eyes closed and hands gently squeezing Evan's hips. Evan steps closer to Connor and captures his lips in another kiss. Connor's hands slide into Evan's back pockets while Evan cups Connor's face.
"Can I take you to bed?" Connor whispers, lips ghosting against Evan's.
"Please do," Evan murmurs.
Connor giddily grabs Evan's hand and drags him to his bedroom. Evan stumbles along, trying not to trip as he laughs at how excited Connor is.
Truth is, Evan is equally as excited. So that's why as soon as they enter Connor's room, he shuts the door and climbs onto the bed.
He beckons Connor over, who shucks off his jacket and pulls off his shirt as he walks with a huge grin.
And, as you can probably guess, the night was just wonderful.
[Shout out to xjustasmalltowngirlx for helping me with the ending!!]
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