Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Tree Bros- SeveEleve, Babe

Requested by @ThreeEyedKatt
Also it's very low key from what you requested so sorry

Warnings: murder, death, gay slurs, low key abusive relationship but not really mentioned so

"Take a fucking sip, babe. That's what my dad would always say." Connor said, taking a sip of his slushee. "It got mom and me through the day."

"Oh! Well, uh, whatever, whatever works, I guess." Evan said, looking down at his own drink. "So uh, you, you guys drink this stuff often?"

Connor chuckled. "Only every other day. If not, my dad goes fucking crazy." Evan laughed, smiling back at Connor. Connor leaned in, giving Evan a small peck on the lips.

Evan tasted like the blue raspberry slushee he'd been drinking, and Connor loved it.

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"Baby?"

Evan ignored him, trying to get to his car.

"Baby, please." Connor grabbed Evans arm, trying not to pull too hard. "What's wrong."

Evan shook his head, wiping his eyes. "I don't, I don't want to, to, to, to talk, to talk about, about it."

Connor angrily looked around, hopping to find someone to punch. Evan never stuttered that much around Connor.

Lucky, or unluckily in their case, two boys stood off to the side, laughing snarlingly in their direction.

Connor pulled Evan close, kissing him gently on the forehead before confidently walking over to the two boys. "Hello. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, nothing kind sir." One one them said while the other started laughing. "It's just that, well, you know how it goes. One queer has the audacity to show up near us, and we just have to, you know, establish boundaries. Don't worry, they like it."

"Oh, do they now?" Connor asked, playing along. "Well, do fuckwads like to be kicked in the dick? Or punched in the face?"

"Uh, I don't think-" the first one cut himself off when a foot kicked him in the dick. The other, taller one tried to fight back, but Connor just punched him in the face, secretly enjoying the powerful feeling it gave him.

He walked away, back towards Evan. When he reached Evan, Evans face had gone pale.

"I, I don't, I'm, I'm so, I'm so sorry." Evan said, not knowing what he was sorry for, but being absolutely scared out of his mind.

"What are you sorry for, baby?" Connor asked, helping Evan get into his car. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, my love."

Connor kissed Evan gently, leaning in through the car window. "I'll see you later, okay baby?"

"Okay." Evan mumbled, looking down at his hands. "Okay."

Evan tasted like salty tears, and Connor wanted to kill those bastards.

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"Hi, is this Rich and Jake?" Connors mom asked in hit teenage girl voice. "I... wanted to know if you wanted to do something... cuz, uh, I kinda want to do... both of you."

There was a pause on the other line before one of them asked. "Who are you?"

"Are you hot?" The other asked.

"Well, Yeah, I mean, I hope I'm hot." Connor scribbled down a name, showing it to his mom. "My name is Christine... we have theatre together?"

There was some mumbling on the other line before they answered quickly. "Oh yeah, no we can totally do that." "When and where, sweet cheeks?"

"Can we do the cemetery? It looks really pretty at dawn..." she trailed off, her husband giving her a big thumbs up.

"Oh yeah no totally. Totally."

"Feel free to bring... anything." And with that, she hung up the phone. "Holy shit, I haven't done that in years."

"You're still as good as the first time, Veronica." Her husband mumbled, kissing her gently as he dipped her. When he brought her back up, he looked over to his son. "Oh, Connor. I would suggest getting my 'special' gun for this one. And don't forget to call Evan!"

"Of course, dad. Thank you mom!" Connor said, kissing both of them on the cheek before running upstairs to grab his supplies.

By dawn tomorrow, Evans lips would taste wonderfully free.

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"What the fuck did you do?" Evan words echoed around the empty cemetery.

"I..." Connor took a breath, smiling to Evan. "I worship you. I'd trade my life for yours. I'd do anything for you."

"Yeah, Okay, but not murder!"

"They called you names. They hurt you." Connor said, drawing closer to Evan. "I just wanted to protect you."

Connor leaned in, kissing Evan. Evan showed now sign of passion, and pulled away. "Connor? Our love is fucking gone. I'm, I'm calling the, the police, you, you sick fuck."

Evans lips tasted like sadness and loss, and Connor didn't want that.

When Evan heard the gun fire, it was too late.