For Forever

Day 4:

"Evan, wake up. We still have a few hours until Zoe and my-- parents come home," Connor whispered, rubbing one hand up and down Evan's naked back softly and soothingly. One arm was wrapped around the small of Evan's back, just above Evan's feminine hips, and the other was wrapped around Evan's shoulder. Evan was laying on Connor's chest, his body stacked on top of his.

There's nothing sexual or romantic about the way the two teens were laying in. Evan loves to be close, his mother never had the time to hold and comfort Evan when he was a child, and she still doesn't; she's way too busy with work and school to be there for Evan when he needs her the most. So whenever Evan had the chance to be physical with somebody, he would take it without a second thought.

Connor on the other hand, his story is something different. Connor always grew up with the stigma of having to be a man and never vulnerable, thanks to Larry. And by the time he learned to crawl, Cynthia started to carry and hold Connor a lot less; Larry never really carried Connor as a baby, in general. Zoe always got carried by both Cynthia and Larry, even when she was able to walk and run on her own two feet, up until fifth grade. Connor craved physical affection as much as the other touch-starved person. And he saw nothing wrong about cuddling or holding Evan close, even if it looked like they were more than just good friends; he even kisses Evan whenever the moment is right. The fact that Evan is bisexual and Connor is actually gay didn't affect their relationship either. Neither of them considered their actions gay or anything weird.

Just a couple of back rubs later, Evan's eyes fluttered open. Picking his head off Connor's chest, he sat up, straddling Connor's upper thighs. Connor's arms slowly slid down Evan's sides, causing the shorter boy to jump and giggle a little bit. Connor cracked a smile in adoration and a little bit of humour as Evan rubbed his eyes.

"Morning, Tree Boy," Connor greeted. His voice was an octave deeper, due to the grogginess because of sleep.

"Morning, Noodle Boy," Evan greeted back, his voice was in the same tone as Connor's. Connor propped himself up on his elbows before pushing himself up so he was sitting up straight. Evan put his hands on Connor's shoulders, Connor's hands made their way to Evan's hips out of natural instincts. Connor raised an eyebrow at Evan's newfound nickname for the rather lanky brunet.

"Noodle Boy, eh?" Connor said.

"That was the nickname I was trying to come up with a couple of hours ago," Evan admitted, scratching the tip of his nose on his shoulder. "What time is it?"

"It's twelve-thirty. We have a little while until Zoe, Cynthia, and Larry come home. We need to go and refill your anxiety medication, too," Connor said. Evan had completely forgotten about his anxiety medication. When he's with Connor, Evan just completely forgets every one of his flaws. If you ask Connor, he'd say Evan doesn't have any flaws. In his eyes, Evan's perfect. Evan tosses his head back in annoyance and groaned.

"Oh right, I forgot about that," Evan ran a hand over his face before placing it back on Connor's shoulder.

"Mhm. Let's get up and get dressed so we can go and do that." Connor went to move Evan from his lap by wrapping his arms around his waist. Evan wrapped his legs around Connor and tightened his grip on his shoulders by hugging him tightly.

"I don't want to get up, you're warm," Evan whined, pressing his cheek against Connor's bare shoulder. Connor sighed, he couldn't help himself but to smile to himself. Connor just decided to go along with it and stood up, holding Evan up by underneath his thighs. Connor made his way over to his closet and pushed through the many black and grey shirts and button-downs he owned until he found a scarlet, long sleeve sweater he hasn't worn-- the tag was still on it. Connor had gotten that sweater when he was in middle school and his deceased aunt bought him. Connor rested it over his shoulder, hanging over Evan's back as well as he made his way to the dresser to get some bottoms.

Connor searched through at least fifty pairs of black skinny jeans, a couple of pyjama bottoms, and a few pairs of sweatpants until he found a cream coloured jeans with a stripe going down the outer side on both pant legs. It was kind of like Evan's khakis but shiny.

"Okay, Ev, I've got some clothes you can wear," Connor said to the teenage boy clinging onto him like a Koala. Connor helped Evan down and picked the clothes up from the bed and placed it into his hands. "These are, uh... just some clothes I've had for years. I highly doubt that they'll fit me anymore since I've had them since probably middle school or something. But, I'm sure they'll fit you because I was about your size when I was in middle school. But yeah, you, uh... change into that."

Connor returned to his closet and grabbed a black pull-over hoodie and a pair of black skinny jeans from his dresser and a pair of socks. Connor pulled the hair tie from his hair and wore it on his wrist as he combed his fingers through it in the mirror.

"Hey, Con? H-How do I look?" Evan walked over towards Connor so his full outfit showed in the mirror. Connor looked up, his eyes widened. He gasped and held his face in his hands. Evan smiled nervously.

"Holy shit, you look so cute," Connor laughed. Evan hunched over, pulling the sleeves over his hands, creating sweater paws. "Oh my god, it fits you perfectly! It's so cute." Evan flushed pink. Connor pulled his shorter friend into a hug.

"I don't look like myself," Evan mumbled into Connor's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I look like a rich guy." Connor cupped Evan's face in the palm of his hands.

"You look like a handsome, rich guy, Evan," Connor told him. He planted a kiss on his forehead. "Come on, let's get our shoes on so we can head out." Connor immediately noticed a change in Evan's breathing. Connor gently pushed Evan's hand away from his mouth and held both of them into his larger hands.

"You're going to be okay, Ev. I'm here with you," Connor assured. "Take some deep breaths." Connor took deep breaths with Evan, keeping eye contact with him as they breathed a few times.

"Th-Thank you, Connor," Evan mumbled, wrapping his arms around Connor's waist. Connor hugged him back.

"Now, come on. Let's go, Evie," Connor grabbed ahold of Evan's hand, lacing their fingers together as he ran his thumb over Evan's. The two boys went down the stairs and stopped right in front of the front door, Evan started to chew on his fingernails on his other hand. Connor noticed immediately and lightly pushed his hand away from his mouth. Evan looked up with teary eyes at Connor. Bending his knees, Connor cupped Evan's face in both of his hands and looked into his eyes. "Hey, hey hey. Look at me, you'll be okay. I'll be right by your side. I'm right here, Bubby." Evan placed his right hand over Connor's right hand and ran his thumb over his. He nodded and sniffled, blinking away his tears. Connor pulled the smaller boy into a motherly hug before lacing his fingers between his again. 

"If you're nervous, squeeze my hand, yeah?" Evan nodded.

"Th-thank you, Connor."

"Don't mention it, Tree Boy."