Tree Bros Oneshots

Alone Together Part Two (7/10 spice)

   How the hell did Evan get into this situation? He has no recollection of the events leading up to it, except for the fact that they were watching Tik Tok cringe on YouTube. All he learned was to stay the hell away from @TheBudday.
   He looks up at Connor, who is in the process of seducing him. Evan's wearing a look of pure terror as he awaits his demise. Connor smirks evilly, triggering Evan's bi panic.
   Connor reaches out a hand to caress Evan's cheek, calming him by about 6.9%. He leans down, kissing him lightly. Evan melts into it as Connor's hand travels down to his chest. How did he even manage to get with this kinky and very sexual gay boi?
   Oof.
   Evan very slowly and hesitantly places his arms around Connor's neck, as they continue to kiss. And by 'they', I mean Connor. He's doing most of the work.
   Evan's senses are being overstimulated. He feels his boyfriend on top of him, he tastes the inside of his mouth, he smells his familiar scent of weed, and he hears the airy breaths both of them are taking. He's intoxicated with Connor (even without the weed).
   Before he can prepare (and can he ever really prepare for this?), Connor grinds against him. Evan gasps, feeling that knot below his stomach.
   He bites his lip, not at all used to this. It's too much and not enough at the same time.
   He feels Connor's hands at his waist as he leans down to kiss him. And then he suddenly feels them traveling down toward a certain spot.
   Evan's face is redder than that of Connor's eyes when he's high. I'm sure I don't have to say this, but that is saying a lot.
   Connor smiles down at him, and it's not just a Lenny face. It's sincere, and it gives Evan some comfort. Or as comfortable as he can be when he's hard.
   Connor reaches out to cup his face.
   "Do you want to do this?"
   "I, UH."
   He grins, running a hand through Evan's hair. "You don't have to; I won't force you. But, I'll have you know that I have condoms." He says the last part with a smirk.
   "I'm, I," Evan murmurs with a shaky voice, but seeing Connor smiling down at him with a hand in his hair gives him more confidence.
   Honestly, he thinks he already loves Connor, the person he feels most comfortable with, the person with whom he's not afraid to speak his mind, the person who makes him feel better about himself. Is that not love?
   Evan smiles, feeling true happiness flowing through his heart and dick. He nods slowly, loving the anticipation of this. Sure, it's stressful, but it's the best kind of stress.
   "Yeah, Connor. I want to."
   Connor's face breaks into an even wider grin. Evan's brain nearly malfunctions from the prettiness of this boy on top of him. He loves the way he can make Connor just as happy as he makes him. Requited love is, no doubt, the best kind. (Sorry, lithsexuals.)
   Connor gives him another kiss, lingering there for a moment, before standing up. Evan feels close to combustion. It's honestly a wonderful feeling, no matter how dirty and anti-parental it is.
   He tries not to think about the talk his mom will want to have with him later.
   Connor digs around in his drawer, taking something out and retreating back over to Evan. In one swift movement, he lies on him again, hands returning to his waist.
   He brings his lips down to Evan's, opening his mouth as his hands make their way under his shirt. Evan breathes out deeply, trying not to die, as his shirt is pulled off over his head. He blushes self-consciously, but Connor gazes lovingly at his body, no judgment at all.
   He slowly pulls his own shirt off, and Evan gawks up at his very beautifully un-toned chest.
   Connor's hands go down to the zipper of his jeans as he glances at his Evan for consent.
   He nods.
(And so Connor takes Evan's V card.)