Treebros oneshots

PURE FLOOF 3

**3rd P.O.V for a bit**

Evan walked around in his bathrobe in his room for a bit, sighing deeply. The kids were off at Zoey's house for the weekend so it was just him and Connor. Except for the fact that Evan felt like it was only him. Connor was always working on the computer, not bothering to even pleasure Evan for a little bit. All the fun is drained from his life for some reason. Evan slightly looked over at box, a box he's been waiting to use for a while. Well, not that long but it seemed like forever to him. Evan was aware that Connor had to go away for a business trip soon. Evan dropped on his bed and let out a loud groan. Connor heard this. He must be horny or bored.  Connor thought. 

Next thing Connor knew Evan's arms were around him. "Baby, I'm trying to do work." Connor chuckled. "I want you to play with me," Evan said, crawling into Connor's lap. "You have plenty of toys you can play with," Connor said, looking in Evan's eyes. "I want you though," Evan said. "You'll get me later then," Connor said. "You've been saying that. It's almost been a month." Evan said, getting a little more annoyed. "We've barely spent time together either. I'm the only one who's taking care of the kids here." Connor sighed, rubbing his head. "Well, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to-" 

"That's always you're excused! When are you gonna get your face out of that damn computer and spend time with us? God, it's every fucking attempt. I'm going out for a bit." Evan said, pretty much jumping off Connor's lap. Evan slammed the door shut on the way out. Connor sighed. In truth, he's been missing it too. He doesn't know what got over him. 

Evan got clothes on before he left. He puts on clothes quickly. Evan just needed air, but he was tired of having to argue with Connor for no reason. He doesn't want to argue with him, but he sorta can't help it. Evan saw a flyer for a place. 

TEMPORARY JOB!!! $9.00 AN HOUR FOR A WEEKEND. CAN KEEP TIPS. 

This flyer caught Evan's eye. But what was this flyer for? 

**Now Connor's P.O.V** 

I can hear my kids all buzz and laugh around downstairs. For some reason, the house had a slight change in it this weekend. I can't hear a single moan, laugh, or just complaint from Evan. I decide to shut down my computer and go downstairs so I can watch the kids. I needed a breather. I needed to know where Evan was. I didn't mean to make him storm off last time. This is completely and utterly my fault. God, I feel so bad. "Daddy!!!" I hear Westconstin yell. "Coming!" I yell back. As soon as I get down there, Jared is in the living room. "Wait- who let you in?" I say in confusion. "Oh, the door was unlocked so I came in," Jared said. "What does kinky mean anyway?" Christine asks. "Jared!" I say hitting him in the head with a newspaper. "Aye!" Jared said. "Well, good thing you're here. I have to find Evan." I said. Jared looked at me confusingly. "Welp. I'll take good care of your kids!" Jared said. 

For some odd reason, I don't feel like it's right for Jared to take care of my kids but oh well. I'm just worried about Evan right now. What if he was murdered or something? I exit my house and stroll around the neighborhood, asking if anyone knew where Evan was. No one knew. As I was just about to run out of hope, I bump into someone. "Hey, I heard you were looking for a guy named Evan Hansen?" A man said. "Oh- Uhm- yea! Have you seen him?" I asked eagerly. "Well, no, but I would ask around the local gay club downtown. A lot of people know each other when they go there, so someone is bound to know where this guy is." The man said, puffing out a cloud of smoke as he talked. "Oh, thanks," I said. I started up my car and headed downtown. 

Sure enough, I found it. Well, it does have "GAY" in big letters and looks about like a club. Welp here goes nothing. I walk in, and there are tons of dudes just talking, making out, doing all that jazz. I sit down at an unoccupied booth. I look down at the table. I have no luck finding Evan, I just hope he comes back. "Hey is there anything you want, sir?" A person says. That sounds like Evan. I look up and sure enough, it's him. But he's wearing something different. It's a... well... it's a sexy police officer outfit. It's a little crop top with booty shorts and the shorts have fishnet stockings with them. He had boots that were knee-high and gloves that his fingers were sticking through. And dear satan that outfit turned me on. "Connor? I didn't expect you to be here." Evan said, sitting at the booth. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened. I should've listened to you but instead, I pushed you away. I was so worried about you. I promise, I'll help you take care of the kids and I'll spend time with yall. I'll do anything you want me to do." I said sympathetically.