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Chapter 12 (Evan POV)
Dinner had gone perfectly. Heidi hadn’t mentioned anything about boyfriends or brought out baby pictures. Connor had seemed relaxed and polite. Heidi loved compliments, but they didn’t invite many people over to compliment her hard work. It was nice how easily Connor fit in, like he’d always belonged.
The two boys sat on Evan’s bed. Heidi was asleep, Evan had checked on her about an hour ago. She never got enough rest so her “bed time” was pretty early.
Evan sat close to Connor, legs crossed over his lap and bent into the taller boy’s own in a way that couldn’t be comfortable, yet Connor didn’t complain. They were watching Gilmore Girls again, Connor’s obsession seeping into Evan until he couldn’t help but like the show.
His hand moved languidly against Connor’s neck, sliding into his hair and then back down. His cheek was pressed into the brunette’s shoulder, hard enough that it left a small crease on his skin.
As his hand moved through Connor’s hair again the taller boy shifted, tugging Evan impossibly closer and cupping his face. Turning to face him, ignoring the tv, Evan leaned into his touch as Connor gently pressed their lips together, brushing his tongue across Evan’s bottom lip before pulling away. Evan had no idea why he was breathing so hard but he didn’t want to stop. He pulled Connor back down, not all that gently, and he laughed as their balance was lost and suddenly Connor was on top of him.
He grinned down at Evan wickedly and Evan couldn’t help but lean up, pull down, do anything possible to make their bodies touch as many places as possible. The heat between them was clouding his eyes and they hadn’t even done anything, yet Connor hovering over him made Evan’s body hum with delight.
Connor leaned down, expression softening as he pressed his lips along Evan’s cheeks and trailed past his jaw, down his throat. The boy paused and licked at Evan’s skin, which he was sure tasted like sweat. Connor didn’t seem to think it was a bad thing though because he continued, mouth burning and hot against the smaller boy’s neck.
Evan gasped softly as Connor’s thigh slid between his own, his knees falling apart. Connor sat up, rearranging himself slightly so he was kneeling with one leg between Evan’s, still applying pressure to his crotch.
“This ok?” Connor’s hands were almost shaking as they trailed down to rest on Evan’s chest. He nodded quickly, a stuttered “yes” filling his mouth, eyes, sinuses. Connor looked pleased as he rocked forward and Evan’s entire body spasmed, desperately pushing his hips back to Connor’s. A perfect match, they slid together easily. Evan was able to feel Connor’s hip bones, still protruding slightly despite his now regular eating habits.
Evan looked up at Connor’s face, gently brushing away his hair so he could see the brunette’s eyes, pupils blown wide enough you could barely see their contrasting colors. He was smiling smugly at Evan’s flushed face and quaking hips, subconsciously trying to create friction between them.
Connor’s eyes were blocked from Evan’s view by his own lids, fluttering closed as Connor pressed kisses along his cheek bones, body lifting slightly as he tilted towards Evan’s face. This freed Evan and he pushed past the thoughts attempting to flood his brain, “useless, ugly, shameful, virgin, disgusting disgusting DISGUSTING” and ground up hard.
Conor fucking whimpered, whimpered, against his throat and it was so worth it. How could this be shameful, how could he be useless when he’d caused that noise, more beautiful than any song he could sing. Connor was unabashedly grinding down into his lap now, teeth and tongue wetting his neck. Evan couldn’t keep his hands still, didn’t know where to put them. Was it weird to just put them on his back? Too controlling to hold his waist, pull him down again and again? His question was not-so-quietly answered as Connor practically screamed when Evan’s hands twisted gently in his hair. Evan soothed him back to whispered moans, not wanting the noises to ever stop but definitely not wanting to wake his mom.
“So good, don’t stop please yes that’s-there oh my godconnorpleaseohmygod-“ The words dripped from Evan’s lips, stutter wiped out by Connor’s skillful tongue and hushed by his soft sounds. He pressed down as Evan pressed up, leg bending just right, teeth grazing his skin, and Evan came harder than he had in his entire masturbating life time.
Shame washed over him in waves with the pleasure, after all he had just gotten off like a desperate teenager against someone’s thigh. But it wasn’t just someone it was Connor, who had stopped the pressure when Evan twitched away from sensitivity, but hadn’t stopped lapping at his neck. Slowly, Evan curled his hand not occupied with Connor’s hair at the edge of his boyfriend’s shirt and after a moment of hesitation, slid it under. Connor must have been as on edge as he was because with a hand gently tugging his hair and a thumb sliding across his nipple Connor gasped, hips jerking once before stilling against Evan.
Amid Evan’s soft reassurances and rambling compliments Connor dragged himself up and curled into Evan. Wrapping his arms around him Evan continued to anxiously word vomit, thankfully pleasant things, into Connor’s neck. Connor just hummed tiredly in response, one hand creeping along Evan’s waist to his back. Evan’s brain slowed as Connor’s hand stroked his back in a calming rhythm.
“-wonderful really, I mean I’ve never done that so I guess I wouldn’t know but I’m sure you’re very good it felt very good did it feel good for you? Oh my god I’m sorry I don’t know what I was doing was that bad?” Connor smushed their mouths together, missing slightly, in an effort to quiet the boy. Pulling back Evan tried to focus. Eye contact had never been his thing until Connor, whose gaze was never judging and oh so pretty. The same gaze now painted with alarm.
“You’re a virgin? Not even a virgin but a dry-humping-one-out-on-the-couch virgin?” Evan nodded, a bit confused, at Connor’s question. “Oh my god how... dude. Shit I can’t believe I did that to you. Fuck your first time should have been all rose petals and not me being a total bottom of a top and not me-“
“Why not you?” Evan said, hurt despite knowing that wasn’t the intent. “I like you, a lot. I don’t need rose petals or a top or whatever that means. I just want you, and that’s what I got. And you didn’t do that to me, I did that. We both did that.” Connor was staring at him again, eyes softened. A loud noise came from the tv, an actor dropping something. Wrists smacked and knees bumped as the two startled, unable to move far with their web of limbs. Evan laughed, breathing out as the intensity of the situation lifted. Connor joined in and soon they were back to their original position, bodies bent around each other.
Later they would clean off, wiping down and Evan throwing clean boxers at Connor’s face. Later they would fall asleep, faces close and arms hugging them together tightly. They wouldn’t notice Heidi coming in, pressing a gentle kiss to Evan’s forehead and brushing a hand over Connor’s cheek before closing the door as she left for work. Later the two would kiss goodbye on the stairs, the kitchen, the door of the house and then the door of Connor’s car.
But for now they lay together, thighs and hips sticky, drying messes. Evan pet Connor’s hair in smooth motions and Connor laughed softly against his throat at the show still going.
Later, there would be a fight, doors slammed and tears pouring. There would be broken voices over staticky phone messages and hugs and kisses filled with love that never left. A voice softly singing and footsteps dancing through a room, filling it with a music of their own, the sounds carrying two hearts. Later there would be a wedding wrapped in white, Connor’s dress brushing the ground and veil to his waist, a dare that turned out better than expected. He made Evan promise to try it on in his vows and he had agreed only because Connor looked so perfect, so happy, he would do anything to keep him that way.
And that way they stayed.