Treebros oneshots

Being Gay And Sleeping With A Boy Doesn't Start Well

**Evan P.O.V**

Finally, finally, I convinced Conner to let me have a sleepover with him. It took a couple of weeks and realizing I'm gay was in between those weeks. So now tonight is the night that I have a sleepover with him. Best case scenario, I won't be horny that night and we will be fine. Worst case scenario, I will be horny and then do something wrong and Conner won't be my friend no more. But, if Conner does something "wrong" than it is my lucky day. He told me to go to his house after school and I just nodded, failing to hide how excited I am. 

Now I'm walking to his house, and I do have a driver's license, I just don't like driving. It's a bit scary. I'm arriving at the Murphy household, and I see a blue Volvo in the driveway. Conner told me I'm in at the right house If I spot a blue Volvo. I ring the doorbell and I see Cynthia open the door, almost before I even rung the doorbell. "Ah, Evan! Welcome back! Conner told me you would come over here." Cynthia said. I reply with a little ya, not knowing what to reply with that. "Come on in, I haven't made dinner yet but go ahead and make yourself at home," Cynthia said. I nodded, walking inside. "Conner is in his room, maybe you can convince him to come down here and socialize." Cynthia sighed. 

As I was walking up, I heard Zoe play her guitar. She is probably making a new song. Now I was faced with a problem that would give me the biggest anxiety. Should I knock or open the door? I don't want someone to come up here and tell me to go ahead in, or that would be awkward. Before I can even process anything, Conner opens the door. "It's about time," Conner said. He let me in then closed the door. He was wearing a tank top with bandages up to his elbow. He was wearing baggy pants. I sat beside him on his bed, which he was playing a scary game. "What are those?" I said stroking his bandages. "Oh. Those are my old cuts. They got a little too bad so they set me in the hospital. I'm supposed to get these off tomorrow." Conner said. When he said a little too bad, I implied that he lost way too much blood. "My mom said the bathroom looked like a murder scene," Conner said, chuckling. Now that isn't anything to be chuckling about to me. But I don't wanna be voicing my opinion.

"Conner, Zoe! Come down for dinner!" Cynthia yelled. Conner sighed, pausing his game. I got up with him and followed him down to the kitchen table. 

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I woke up in the middle of the night. Conner took no for an answer and now I'm sleeping beside him. This is worse than I thought. I love him and all, but how do I know that he loves me. Now I'm sleeping beside him and if I get horny it's over for me. But what if the best happens? I'll never know until I find out. It's quiet in this room. Dark, but the moonlight shines deep, piercing through the window, lighting up me and Conner's faces. It was distracting, not helping my sleep any better. I shift to the side so I don't be distracted, so now I'm facing Conner. I feel his heavy breath fall onto me. I felt myself grow a tent. Nice. This was my worst fear of the night. If this end's well I praising to the mother of trees. 

I take a deep breath trying to contain myself. But that wasn't any better. I happen to smell his hair, which was not the best for this situation. Conner shifted, probably due to his dream. It was even worse since he was moving closer to me. His knee was bent slightly, almost hitting my length. Not to mention it was even worse. He was not wearing a shirt, which he is beautiful, but I'm going unfulfilled. It's hard, because I can't masturbate or he might wake up, and I can't leave because he might wake up and notice I left. Shit, it's hard? I'm hard. My best bet is trying to get to the bathroom without him waking up. But the problem is that I would have to crawl over him since his bed is at the end of the room. I'm just gonna go for it. I'm gonna pray he doesn't wake up because that would be bad. I raised, curse that creaky bed. I put my knee out to the side of him, then my hand. Now it looks like I'm doing something Kinky with him, like pinning him to the bed.