Steam (Kleinsen)

Evan

THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. NSFW content is featured in this chapter. Please be aware of that whether you chose to read this chapter or not. Thank you :)

I paced my room, looking at the ash that gathered on my floor from when Jared was throwing fireballs at the wall. I shot an ice spike at the wall and watched it shatter into nothing. Walking to my window, I opened it all the way and looked at the tree right outside of it. The sky was dark, and stars began to appear. It was beautiful.

I looked down at my cast and smiled slightly at the name scrawled across it. I stroked it lightly while closing my eyes and laying down on my bed. "Tired?" I opened my eyes to see Connor sitting next to me. "Oh, h-hey, Connor. How'd you g-get in?" I asked. "Window." We sat in silence for around five minutes until Connor turned to me. "I have to show you something." And with that, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside of the house.

Next thing I knew we were in an orchard. I admired the trees with wide eyes, their great shadows making the sky look bright. My gaze landed on Connor. "Evan," Connor began. "There's something you don't know about me." I watched his hands fidget nervously. Connor lifted his hand to his hair and pull off what appeared to be a wig. Underneath was a collection of beautiful vines that fell into a similar pattern as the hair on the wig. "I am an earth Elemental." Connor tossed the wig aside and twirled his hair with his fingers nervously.

I ran to him and grabbed his wrist, steam leaving our conjoined hands. "Heal me." I said firmly. "Earth elementals c-can heal men-mental i-illnesses. H-heal me, please." Connor placed his hand onto my cheek, my hand still on it. "I would do anything for you, Evan Hansen." He then pulled my face forward to his and connected our lips. I felt fireworks going off as our lips moved together. We kissed passionately and I felt his arms wrap around my waist. His long hair became entangled with mine with no consequences nor aftereffects of what happens when elemental hair touches things. Steam billowed from us as we kissed. I reluctantly pulled away from him for air. I seemly fell more in love with him as I watched him stare at me breathlessly. It almost turned me on. Well, almost until it did. "H-how bout we go back t-to my place?" I suggested, fiddling with my thumbs. Connor nodded.

When we got back to my room Connor pushed me against my bed and began kissing me roughly. He climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me. I kissed back with equal intensity. I felt him rub his knee on my crotch, causing me to moan into his mouth. Stealing the opportunity, Connor slid his tongue into my mouth. I pushed mine against his and they intertwined and swirled, exploring each other's mouths. This was a boy I'd only met two weeks prior and here we were, making out on my bed. I had no opposition to what was happening, for I loved every second of it. His dominance over me was becoming frustrating, though. I flipped us so that I was now above him and began to kiss and suck on his neck.

His breath hitched when I found his sweet spot. I began to bite, suck and abuse that spot while rubbing his erection. "Ev-Evan..." Connor moaned out. He bucked his hips and whines as I purposefully ignored his attempts. Connor pushed me off and removed both our shirts. He soon began fumbling with my pants, his eyes fixated on them as mine burned into his skull.

He finally got my pants off and stared hungrily at my erection. I gripped the sheets in anticipation. "Beg." Connor demanded as he snapped his head up. What? He can't be. I felt my face heat up to an impossible shade of red. "C-Con..." he shook his head and clicked his tongue with disappointment.

"I can't hear you baby" Connor whispered into my ear, his voice dripping of lust. My dick twitched at the sudden role swap, and I loved every second. "P-please, Connor..." he chuckled lightly then sat on my lap, looking deep into my eyes. "Please what?" He began to grind our hips. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked, my lust turning it to crystaled icy snow. "FUCK! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME CONNOR PLEASE!" I moaned, the pleasure being almost too much to handle.

He climbed off of me and pulled down my boxers, taking in just the tip, licking and sucking softly just to drive me insane. I thrusted a hand into his hair and pushed his head foreword, forcing more of me into his mouth. Instead of gagging, Connor grabbed my hips and took all of me down expertly. My mouth was open extra wide, unable to comprehend the pleasure and sensations of any of this. It was all so surreal, the feeling of his mouth around me, his soft vines brushing my thighs lightly. I loved how in control he was, his dominance insanely hot. Just as I felt a knot in my stomach, Connor pulled off of me.

I whined lowly as his mouth left my dick, but my breath hitched when I felt a finger enter my hole. Soon one became two, then three, and I was a complete mess. I melted into his touch, his lustful eyes watching me intently. As he pulled out, he grabbed a bottle of lotion that was conveniently lying on my nightstand. "I'm assuming you don't have lube..."

"Y-you assumed correctly." I said as he applied the lotion to himself. I felt him push himself against my entrance, his hot breath on my neck. "Do you want this?" He asked, his voice an octave lower than normal. "Y-yes." Connor raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Connor asked. I heard his smile in his voice. He was teasing me. "Yes." I said firmly. He didn't move. I went to touch myself, but he slapped my hand away, hard. "Impatient, are we?" And he slammed into me. My pupils grew wide as did my mouth with every thrust he gave.

The feeling was unreal. Not just of him inside me, but of me to him. Or him to me. This was so much more than love. There was no name for it. I couldn't imagine myself without Connor. I felt his grip on my arms tighten as he came inside of me. My vision went white as I came as well. Connor pulled out of me and we collapsed on the bed together, breathless and lustful.

The room smelled of sex. We lay together on my bed staring at the glowstars on my ceiling. "That was great." Connor whispered. I hummed in agreement. I leaned my head into his chest. "Can you sing to me?" I asked quietly. "Of course." He begat to hum a tune I'd recognize anywhere. As Connor sang Intertwined by Dodie, I focused on the soft vibrations of his chest. The tiredness I felt, plus Connor's singing put me right to sleep. Or, maybe it woke me up. They say we're asleep until we fall in love. We're children of dust and ashes. If I were to die here, right now, I would die wide awake. And I'm so ready for whatever life brings to me.