Tree Bros Oneshots

Happy New Year (1/10 spice)

(based off picture above)
Connor bites his lip, glancing at the Tree Boi. The two of them are standing off to the side at Connor's place (Zoe, Alana, and Jared forced him to do this, much to his disdain), watching the rest of the gang get drunk. Well, it's mostly Jared getting drunk, but he's drinking enough for the other two. Zoe and Alana are probably gossiping about random shit to each other. He bets Zoe somehow found out about his crush and is now sharing the juicy details.
Connor would be drinking, too (though he prefers smoking), but he has a plan for tonight and doesn't want to ruin it. He goes over the steps again for the millionth time that hour, trying to decide whether or not this is worth it. It probably isn't, but Connor's too impatient to care.
"Hey," Evan says, smiling, and they both look at each other. "Was 2018 a good year for you, Connor?"
"Eh," he shrugs, trying not to think about what he's about to do. (E.H. = Evan Hansen; anyone read the book?)
Evan nods, taking a sip of his non-alcoholic water. And he is so damn cute. Of course, Connor tries to block out these very gay thoughts, but like every other time, he fails. Evan's wearing this one triangle-shaped Happy New Year hat that no one else is wearing. Everyone else thought it was childish, and so does Connor, but when it's on Evan, he doesn't care. Evan had also forced Connor to wear one. Connor had wanted to put up a fight, but he didn't want to hurt his dear Evan. Wait, no. Not his Evan. Not yet, at least.
Connor tries his best to rid his mind of his extremely gay thoughts. He looks over at Evan again, which isn't helping. When he's with Evan, he reaches maximum gayness. But he always somehow manages to exceed that limit over and over again.
Connor feels himself stiffen when Evan leans against him ever-so-slightly. It's not gay, he tells himself. It's not gay. It's not gay.
Luckily, Evan is too busy watching the New York Ball Drop to pay any attention to Connor's red face. He can't stop himself from thinking about how weird it feels to have Evan's shoulder against his own. But Connor loves it at the same time. I mean, of course he does. No matter how many times he tells himself he doesn't, he does.
Connor swallows as the ten-second countdown begins. The anxiety and worry kick in, and he starts to regret literally all of his life decisions. Even the ones not pertaining to what's about to happen. Look what you do to me, Ev. If only he could say that out loud.
Everyone but Connor is yelling, "Ten, nine!"
Evan's face is split into a huge smile as he glances up at Connor.
"Why aren't you counting down, Connor? This only happens once a year."
"I don't know. I just don't really feel like it."
He hums, counting again.
"Eight, seven!"
Connor looks over at his sister and two questionable friends. The only person he really considers a friend is Evan, and he may be about to ruin that, too.
"Six, five!"
He could see two ways it could turn out. One) the feelings are reciprocated, and they get together, but then Zoe mocks him about it for the rest of his life. Or two) he ruins his friendship with Evan, and Alana and Jared would probably stop pretending to be friends with him, and Zoe would pity him. He's sick of pity; he gets way too much of it.
"Four, three!"
He turns to Evan again, searching in his expression for an answer. Is there any chance that he likes him back?
"Hey, Evan?"
Evan stops counting and looks at Connor, confused.
"Yeah?"
The other three continue counting as Connor looks at him, his heart filling with affection (something he doesn't feel a lot; damn you, Evan) and stress. As they count down to one, his stupid fucking heart takes over his body and brain, inhibitions cast aside. Everyone except him and Evan (hopefully Evan won't be angry that he stopped him from the once a year event of saying, 'happy new year'.) screams, "Happy New Year!", and he leans in closer to Evan, planting his lips on his.
Evan freezes, obviously surprised. (Hopefully in a good way.) Connor's eyes are closed, but he's pretty sure Evan's are open wide with shock.
He's about to pull away, full of self-loathing, when he feels Evan kissing him back. He can tell this is his first time; it's painfully obvious, but who cares? He's kissing Evan, and Evan's kissing him.
After a few seconds, the pressure on his lips disappears, and he opens his eyes to see a very flustered Evan. Evan is breathing quickly even though it wasn't an opened-mouth kiss, although Connor very much wishes it were. He meets Connor's gaze with a panicked look, which worries him a lot, but then gives a small smile. He looks down, too embarrassed to acknowledge the Dead Boi.
"Happy New Year, Evan," he murmurs.
He glances up at Connor, blushing, and says, "Happy New Year to you, too, Connor."