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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dear_Evan_Hansen_-_Pasek_&_Paul/Levenson
  Relationship:
      Evan_Hansen/Connor_Murphy, Evan_Hansen/Jared_Kleinman_(Minor)
  Character:
      Evan_Hansen, Connor_Murphy, Heidi_Hansen, Jared_Kleinman, Cynthia_Murphy,
      Zoe_Murphy, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Friends_With_Benefits, Alternate_Universe_-_Everyone_Lives/Nobody_Dies,
      Evan_has_trouble_saying_no, not_beta_read_in_any_way_so_what_u_get_u_get
      good_luck_lmao, Filming, Groping, Masterbation, Blow_Jobs, Public_Hand
      Jobs, Semi-Public_Sex, Cock_Warming
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-14 Updated: 2018-01-24 Chapters: 7/? Words: 10610
****** Can’t Say No To This ******
by Sulfuric_animus
Summary
     Evan has always had a problem with saying no. Whether that be to
     standing up for himself, unwanted soliciting from jocks, or ending up
     sleeping with his schools resident psycho.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Prologue *****
    Evan couldn’t breathe. His throat was bracketed by a pair of wiry thighs,
his eyes watering from the lack of air.
    Between his swollen lips a heavy cock was nestled, Evan made no move to
pull back, as he’d already been in the position for a good half hour, and
looking up above him he could see that his partner was a good way through the
book he held, pages being turned delicately between thin fingers.
    Defyingly, Evan gave a small suck, pulling a gasp from above.
“I thought I told you not to move.” Evan hummed in apology and kept his eyes
downcast, trying to recall how the fuck Connor Murphy's dick ended up down his
throat in the first place.
***** The Calm Before *****
Chapter Summary
     All Evan wants to do before school starts is act like nothings
     starting at all.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Evan bit back on another moan as his body was wracked with sobs, the silky
fabric draped across his legs and crotch rubbing deliciously.
 In one hand he daintily held his cock, gently bucking up into it in beat to
the vibrator lodged deep in his hole. His other hand was wrapped tight around
his neck, his fingers wet with tears from the overstimulation at all ends.
Everything felt oversensitized and overwhelming and in the back of his mind he
was aware of the red camera light blinking from across the room. If you asked
him a month ago about his current actions, he would have no question literally
died on the spot. Even now he had to question himself actually  what the fuck
he was doing and when had he decided it was a good idea? As he grew closer and
closer to climax, Evan scrambled to grab the small plastic remote that was
hidden in the sheets. Turning the little dial to the highest option, he
screamed at the top of his lungs at the resulting pleasure that ripped through
him. The hand on his throat seized and in flashes of white, Evan realized that
he had come. Thick ropes of semen stained his chest and underwear and his lungs
heaved in attempt to regain his breath. Evan wiggled his hips and slid the
sweet blue panties over his stocking clad legs. Fumbling slightly, he tugged on
his frilly garter belts, almost ripping them in his haste to strip himself.
 Only once completely naked did Evan decide to get up to turn off the camera in
the corner, and only once completely shut down did he feel safe to get
redressed into normal clothes and go into the small hallway bathroom. He felt
the cold tile beneath his feel and the way his forearms prickled with
goosebumps as he leaned his weight onto the counter, studying his reflection in
the mirror. What greeted him was a plain, yet slightly chubby face splattered
with freckles across his nose and cheeks, blonde hair slightly matted with
sweat and thin brown brows furrowed with concentration. Evan sighed unhappily
and thought back to when he first decided creating private videos for himself
was the better option than writing letters. Dr. Sherman wanted him to do
something that would be a little out of his comfort zone but he doubted this is
what he meant. Still, Evan  really  didn’t want to do something self- loathing
and pathetic as going with the original “Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be
a good day and here’s why” idea.
Splashing water on his face, Evan stood and walked back to his room, observing
the discarded “outfit” scattered around his floor. He went to the camera and
placed it on his shelf, careful to keep it secure and hidden amongst all the
books and knick knacks scattered about. Turning to clean up the rest, Evan
allowed himself to be distracted by the now almost-familiar routine of washing
his sheets and blankets, hiding the toys he secretly bought online and placing
his stockings, garter belts and underwear back inside his drawer. His mom
wouldn’t be home for another three hours which left him plenty of time to
finish the summer homework that he’d been putting off.  
After ensuring that everything was back in its place and allowing the
mortification to steam off, Evan laid face down on the floor, ears blazing red
and doing his best to summon up enough motivation to get up. He always felt so
heavy these days, unable to move or muster up the will to do anything which
conflicted horribly with his need to get everything done early so that no one
would be disappointed in him and end up hating him because he’s useless and
can’t accomplish anything. After half an hour of this internal debate, he
decided it best to at least try and polish off the last bit of work that his
three AP’s assigned him and as he staggered downstairs, the panging emptiness
in his chest reminded him that he hadn’t eaten that day despite it being six
pm. Grabbing the slightly tattered backpack, Evan made his way to the kitchen
table and dumped out what he would need for his advanced placement English,
Environmental Science and Government classes, along with grabbing a half empty
bag of generic tortilla chips and began analyzing the themes of Fahrenheit 451.
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Losing track of time, Evan managed to finish the rest of government and APES
before his mom got home for the night. As always, she smelled lightly of rubber
and soap with sleep in her eyes and a small smile on her face,
“Hey sweetie, why're you still up? It’s late and tomorrow's a big day.” Late?
He was sure that he’d left enough time to make dinner and review, but checking
the clock, it confirmed that his mother was correct.
“I’m sorry I hadn’t even noticed the time, I’ll go to bed soon I promise” his
mother sighed, but agreed anyway “do you want me to make you something for
dinner?” Despite the late hour, Even still needed to eat and his mother gave
him the perfect excuse without having to ask why he hadn’t eaten yet and the
resulting disappointment that came along with it.
“No actually, I grabbed a bite on the way home, thank you for asking though.
It’s so nice to have such a responsible son.” Guilt overpowered whatever hunger
he had, as he tried his best to give a smile in response. Undoubtedly it ended
up more like a grimace. Evan had already accepted that he was going to bed
hungry, but the fact of his mom was so trusting in his capabilities when he
couldn’t even take care of himself burned hotter than coal.
He stood up from the table and began packing away all of his supplies and
homework, being extra careful in hiding the fact that all he’s had to eat today
was Safeway brand’s sad excuse for Mexican food, and hoped that tomorrow would
be a better (and hopefully mundane) day.












Chapter End Notes
     Ok! So! Chapter 2, this is just a filler bit before the actual plot
     starts and it gives the reader a lil smut to tie yall along for the
     time being. I'm not sure how fast I'll update from now on because I
     find it *very hard* to make myself finish anything but i'll do my
     best. I hope you enjoyed it because I started this at 1 am yesterday
     and only finished it within the past hour and also have only eaten a
     strip of bacon all day (hey look im evan) So tell me what you think
     and what should come next cause I only have the barest idea myself.
     Til next time babes, love u <3
***** Numbers and Experiences *****
Chapter Summary
     Its the first day of school and Evan is ready. Okay, yeah no, no he
     isn't he is not freaking ready. At all
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
It was the horrible, ripe hour of 5:32 in the morning when Even finally decided
to leave the warmth and safety of his bed and leave to join the cruel world of
society. He threw the covers off in one smooth motion and slightly less fluidly
and a bit more blindly, pressed the button that ceased the soothing screech of
his alarm clock. He stumbled drunkenly towards the bathroom and decidedly
avoided the mirror as he undressed from his usual sleeping attire of an
oversized hoodie and boxers. Climbing into the shower, Evan basked in the heat
of the spray and quickly scrubbed his hair and body to give him time to just
sit and enjoy the water before it was time to inevitably get out. It was his
first day of senior year and Even already felt like he was drowning in anxiety,
he couldn’t help but imagine every situation, everything that could go wrong
later that day. What if the administration made school start at 7 instead of 8
and told everyone but him and when he got there he was already late? And If
that year everyone consecutively decided that they hated him and tried to get
him kicked out because he was just  that horrible ? He was sure he was going to
cry at least once today, better to make it before anyone could see. Before
long, the spray had run cold and all that Even managed to do is worry himself
sick. Taking deep breaths, he did his best to calm himself down and try to
allow the luke-warm water to bring back the serenity of earlier, and only once
finally somewhat relaxed again did he allow himself to turn the shower off and
reached for the threadbare towel hanging on a nearby rack.
Even as he promised himself not to look, Evan caught glimpses of himself in the
mirror as he dried. The same freckled shoulders and jutting collarbones greeted
him almost angrily. He knew that he hasn’t been eating well for the past few
months and the new medication they put him completely sapped any hunger he
might be feeling otherwise. All his scrawniness seemed to tease him, like he
was a bird one more fly to being broken. Quickly finishing drying off, Evan
scrambled back into his room and shoved damp legs into clean boxers and shirt,
his foot catching on his khakis and himself falling over and landing with a
thump onto the floor. Holding his corpse-position for another moment, he hauled
himself up and did small, awkward jumps until the pants made their way over
boney hips. His bedside clock now read a blinking six forty-six am, leaving him
thirteen minutes to finish getting dressed and another thirty minutes to eat
and begin walking to school to insure that his insistent paranoia wouldn’t
descend him into an anxiety induced spiral that would end with him being a bum
in Dubai (How he came to that conclusion he couldn’t answer himself). After
getting dressed and fixing his hair no less than twelve times before deeming it
satisfactory, Evan stalked back down the hall into his kitchen and drank three
glasses of water before opening the fridge then immediately re-closing it,
grabbing an apple on the counter.
It took at least one more check of his bag to ensure that he hadn’t left
anything out and then deciding that 12 pencils weren’t enough because what if
13 people asked for some? He’d and another person would be left empty handed.
So nine more mechanical pencils went into the case and two erasers followed.
Finally he deemed himself ready, he left his home with fifty three minutes to
spare on a walk to a school fifteen minutes away. The sky was already starting
to fade into a pink blush, leaving Evan to wish for the winter months to arrive
and the blanket of night to last well into the morning. It wasn’t cold enough
to see his breath yet, but he puffed anyway, hoping to see some sort of fog
leave his lips. His ears were plugged with a cheap pair of earphones he had
bought from the 99 cent store, as his last ones were taken by a confused
sophomore that he didn’t really want to correct. His music was being played
extremely low, just in case someone was to call out to him, and to some random
Elton John song that he couldn’t currently remember the title of. He tried his
best to hum along but couldn’t place all of the words, and a lyric was sang
that reminded him of something Jared had said right before they both had gotten
out of school and lost all contact for the summer. While Evan had managed to
get an internship at their state park and gained new knowledge of various
forestry and how to calm lost children looking for their parents located a few
feet away, Jared was away at camp doing who knows what with better friends than
himself. He knew he’d see him later that morning, but until then Evan had to
wait with his own imagination at what would happen.
The school was finally in view, the shambling bricks and peeling paint
welcoming back it’s juvenile vagrants with it. Evan still had around forty one
minutes until school would officially start, and so instead of putting it off
and leave himself floundering, he decided to map out where exactly his periods
would be and how much time between classes it would take to get there.
Trudging towards first period, he scanned his schedule and looked his way
through, noting that he had Mrs. Robison for English with a reputation for
being strict towards her students.
It didn’t take long to figure where everything was, as he’d been going through
the same halls for the past four years, but Even still was hesitant about
something  he couldn’t place. He felt it bubbling up his spine and damp fingers
worried the seams of his new shirt. He had already located where his locker was
and dumped out the books weighing him down, but kept all of his folders inside
just incase he wasn’t able to go back for them at any point in time. By now he
had around 22 minutes until class started, so deciding to get the jump on
things and began walking to his first period, calculus.
As expected, the class was completely empty when Evan first walked in, and he
did his best to stutter out some sort of greeting to the teacher lounging in
her swivel chair as he made his way towards a desk in the back of the room and
prayed for her not to comment on it. When she didn’t, Evan gave a little huff
of relief and reached into the fraying pack to grab the book he was currently
reading, about this boy around his age named Aristotle, opened to the last page
he was on and began to read
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Only when others began filing in did Evan put down the book and lowered his
eyes to his lap, desperate to not make eye contact with anyone else. After four
minutes of everyone around him (But thankfully not sitting next to him) talking
loudly and reminiscing about their summers, did the bell finally ring to signal
the class finally starting and socializing to be over. The teacher, newly
dubbed Mrs. Shanks, opened the class period with a few impressive card tricks
that left more than a few students gaping, and when Evan finally thought that
he was in the “all clear” part of the period, she decided to whip out a page of
“Get to Know You” questions.
“I understand that some of you guys already know those sitting next to you, but
this helps those who don’t already know their neighbors! So turn to a person
sitting next to you and please  ask the questions , don’t just make them fill
it out themselves.” The resulting groans captured Evan’s emotions almost
perfectly, except for the fact that he was one of the few people in that class
who had no one sitting next to them. Another lone student towards the front
immediately seemed to point that out and raised her hand up high, waiting to be
called on.
“Yes Ms…?”
“Alana, Alana Beck. And what about those students that don’t have anyone next
to them? Are we allowed to move seats if there is no one in there immediate
vicinity?”
“Yes, if there’s no one sitting next to you  only , don’t just move because you
want to be close to your friends.” She said, eyeing a few kids around the room.
Alana instantly jumped up and prowled to the only other loner in the class,
this kid Evan was sure was named Jeremy, and was about to go back to his book,
when all of a sudden the door slammed open. A boy that was a t least  five
inches taller than him ran in and handed a slip to the teacher and briefly
explained his situation to her in a quiet voice. She sighed, but scanned for
the only empty seat in the class, located right next to him. As he and the
other boy made eye contact, Evan squeaked out a sound he was  not  proud of and
placed his gaze firmly on the floor. He could feel the subtle thumps of
footsteps coming towards him and pretended not to know as the other boy took a
seat at his left.
“Uh, hi?” It was difficult to not acknowledge someone’s existence when they
talked to you.
“Hello.” He responded meekly.
“I’m new here? My name’s Dominic, I just moved from San Antonio.” Looking
closer, Dominic had lightly tanned skin and close-cropped curly hair that
framed a square jaw. His shoulders were broader than his own and the blue
sweatshirt he was wearing strained against thick biceps. Realizing that he’d
been staring and not saying anything for a good ten seconds.
“Oh! Uhm, I’m, I’m Evan? I mean of course I’m Evan who else would I be? I mean,
I could be someone else and just lying to you but that would be a really stupid
and mean thing to do and I wouldn’t do that but it’s a good thing that I’m  not
lying because my name is Even and yeah…” Dominic looked shocked for a second,
then a broad smile spread across his face.
“You talk! Hey okay, so we just have to finish this questionnaire right?
Alright, so what’s your favorite color?” A hesitant grin made its way onto his
own face as he answered. God he hoped it would go this way for the rest of the
year.
Chapter End Notes
     HEY GUYS KUDOS THIS BITCH AND COMMENT A LETTER IF U WANNA READ A FACT
     I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MADE UP THANKS SEXY BABES
***** Questions and Concerns *****
Chapter Summary
     Dominic is just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less and Evan is sure
     of that. He's pretty sure at least? Nope. Not at all sure actually.
     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It turned out that Dominic shared four of his six classes, he had him for math,
english and history and despite having the proper socialization skills,
demeanor and looks to become fairly popular, stuck to Even during class. He
still made conversation with other students, but as soon as the bell rang, he
would without fail returned to Evan’s side. This not only boosted what little
self-confidence he had, but already set the day towards a positive cycle. At
least this time when he came home he wouldn’t have to lie to his mother about
what had happened at school. Although the only thing that seemed to be off is
that he hadn’t received any contact, or even a text from Jared all day. There
was still lunch, but Evan was beginning to get worried. At this point Jared
would have at least commented on his clothes or stutter or ramblings, but
nothing. It was almost as if he had moved over the summer and decided not to
tell him, Evan’s mind went a thousand different directions, each worse than the
last.
“-van. Evan. EVAN!” A calloused hand touched his own and he gave a start in his
seat. He turned to his friend(?) and gave a small questioning look, “I’ve been
calling out your name for a little while now. Just caught up in your thoughts?”
He noticed that their hands were still connected and Dominic made no move to
seperate them, rubbing small circles into his palm. Evan nodded a little and
didn’t respond for a moment, slightly flustered.
“Yeah, it’s uh just that I haven’t seen my friend since the end of the summer,
I’m just a little worried is all.”
“That’s understandable, I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. Until then I
guess you’ll have to stick with me.” Dominic punctuated this with a little
wink, sending flames rushing to his face. He still wasn’t used to this casual
commentary that came with his new acquaintance and it startled him a little bit
to have such an attractive person pay attention to him. Lunch was coming soon
and he didn’t know if he was going to spend it with Jared, third wheeling
whatever table he decided to sit at that day, or end up eating lunch in an
empty bathroom for the second year in a row. Maybe he could sit with Dominic?
No, he decided. Evan had just met him and he couldn’t force himself onto the
taller boy like that. The ball rang signaling the start of class and the end of
the conversation, leaving himself to stew in his thoughts, oblivious to the
fact that their hands were still connected.
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Lunch was spent looking for Jared, coming up empty handed for 30 minutes, then
finally finding him in the almost empty computer room, five minutes before it
ended, talking to a taller boy with long hair. By the time Evan was able to
walk over to the two, the taller had stormed away, his shoulder bashing against
Evan on his way out. He stopped, squealing out an apology and continued on to
Jared, seeing his short friend fuming quietly next to the printer.
“What, uhm what happened?” Jared glare was shifted onto Evan and he shrunk
back, but then Jared realized who spoke and his gaze softened,
“Just some asshole, don’t worry about it. So where’ve you been all day Ev?” he
spoke more evenly, getting calmer as he talked.
“O-oh! I uh, I got here early just to make sure I wouldn’t miss anything! And
after I found all my classes I went to first period. I guess we don’t really
have any classes together this year, huh?” Evan said.
“I guess not. So how’d you fare without me so far? Well, at least you don’t
look  dead so i’m going to assume that you don’t need me anymore. They grow up
so fast.” Jared then began to pretend to cry, his shoulders bouncing up and
down in a cartoonish sob,
“Actually! I met someone! His name is Dominic and he’s really nice and and
attractive and he sat with me for math and history and I have him in my english
class after lunch!” Jared gave Evan an incredulous look at this,
“So you’re telling me, that a handsome, new stranger went up to lil’ ole’
twink-ish you and decided that you two were going to be the best of friends?
Did I hear that right?” Evan nodded, “dude, he totally wants to get into your
pants.”
“What!? No he doesn’t Jared! He just, He wants a friend and I am! His friend. I
mean.” He spluttered.
“Yeah okay, whatever, but don’t call me to gloat when you have his dick a foot
up your ass okay? I  will  say I told you so. Good luck pretty boy.” The bell
rang right on time and Jared sauntered out, still laughing to himself about
Evans obliviousness.
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He did his best to forget whatever words Jared had attempted to plant in his
head, and did a stellar job at it for one class. It wasn't until English began
that Evan remembered what his friend had told him. It was just teasing and
stupid comments; still, it made him flush to his ears. When the time came for
the bell to ring, Evan couldn’t even look Dominic in the eye. His new friend
seemed to catch on immediately, sending questioning looks his way, but all Evan
did was shake his head in response. The teacher was talking and if she caught
the two it would be detention for them both.
Suddenly, a mischievous look appeared into his partners eyes; slowly, he
reached over and grabbed Evan’s thigh. He yelped softly and the grin on
Dominics face widened. His hand creeped up further and Evan whipped his head to
face him. His eyes were opened wide and as he opened his mouth to say
something,  but then the teacher turned around and gave Even a look so intense
all of his thoughts except for  don't get in trouble  vanished into thin air.
His jaw clamped shut and Dominics shoulders shook with mirth. His grip grew
tighter. His hand was now at the juncture between his hip and leg, fingers
massaging the soft flesh in between. He did his best not to squirm or alarm
Mrs.Robison that anything was wrong, but as soon as Evan felt Dominic's hand
scooting closer to his crotch, he leaped up and screeched something that
sounded like,
“ IHAVETOGOTOTHEBATHROOMREALLYFASTIMSORRY”  and raced out.
The bathroom was, thankfully, empty and Even walked over to the sink, reaching
down to splash water on his face. The coldness of it shocked him into breathing
more evenly, enough so that he felt almost completely normal. He looked into
the mirror just in time to see movement from behind him, the door was swinging
open and the handsome face of Dominic peered in.
“I was wondering where you got off to. Running off was awful mean you know,”
Evan nonverbally squeaked in response, “cute that you ran off to here though,
more privacy?” He spoke in a joking tone, like the whole thing was a gag that
they were both in on. Dominic took a few steps forward as Evan mirrored him
back; it took only a moment before his back was pressed against the wall and
Dominic was right in front of him.
“God you’re hot, how has no one snagged you yet? Such a babe.” If his face
wasn’t red already, that statement sent Evan into flames. He couldn’t force any
words at all out, it was as if his vocal chords had decided that this was the
best  time to stop talking. He could feel the others breath against his face,
the subtle run of Dominics fingers on his collar bones, leaving goosebumps in
their wake. It was all too intense, and as he lowered his lips to mouth at the
space between Evan’s neck and shoulder, a whimper forced its way out of his
lips. He could feel his legs begin to crumple, so Dominic place his knee
between his own. As Evan slid down, Dominic moved his hips and  ground against
him , causing a flash of pleasure to run up his pelvis. He gave a sharp whimper
and grabbed onto his shoulders, practically rutting against the other boys leg.
Even had no idea where all of of his resistance went, and instead of pushing
Dominic away or running or  something ; all he was doing was holding on as
tight as he could while a hot tongue traced along his adams apple. On one
particular sensitive rock of his hips, Even moaned  loud , his knees completely
giving out and forcing himself to be supported only by the thick bulge of
muscle that was Dominics arms.
The situation seemed completely out of Evan’s control, his body running on
autopilot with no end in sight. His body was practically bouncing against the
others thick thigh, the hard pressure of another against his cock pretty much
blanking his mind.
Evan couldn’t remember how long ago this whole thing had started, but it must
have been some at least a few minutes, as the next thing he processed happening
was a familiar long haired boy walking in and freezing. Time seemed to stop for
a few seconds, no one moving as the the newcomer strolled into  this  scene .
“What the fuck.”
Dominic immediately broke away, dropping Evan onto the floor and walked out
without sparing a second glance. The new person hardly looked at the leaving
figure and instead stepped closer to his prone body on the ground.
“Hey. You alright?” Evan lifted himself onto hands and knees and looked into
the others eyes.
“Y-yeah, thanks. I’m so sorry that you had to see that I had no idea what was
going on but I couldn’t get him to stop, well it’s not like I  wanted  him to
but he did it anyway and oh my god I shouldn't have said that that is way too
personal I am so so sorry I jus-” before he was able to say any more and
embarrass himself further, the taller boy cut him off.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m Connor. You’re Evan, right? Don’t worry, I don’t
judge what others get up to in their free time. You’re good.” Evan felt like
today was taking the award for “how many times can he  blush in one day”
“No, No! It’s not like that, we’re not dating, it’s just that he started and
wouldn’t stop and I got caught up it and… yeah.” This cause an amused look to
spread across his face.
“So, you two aren’t dating?” He shook his head vehemently, “so you’re just
letting any guy have their way with you, huh? What a little slut.” Even was
about to refute, say  something  in his own defense, but then Conner squatted
down to reach the others height. “You just aren’t sated, are you Baby Boy? If
you want I could give it a try. Don’t worry, I’d take good care of you,” he
cupped Evan's cheek in his hand, smiling a bit when he leaned into the cool
palm, “There we go, beautiful. Being so good just for me. Go back to class,
we’ll talk about this later.” In a flurry of movement, Connor was gone, leaving
Even still on the chilled bathroom floor, half hard and wondering what  the
fuck  just happened.
Chapter End Notes
     You guys are so great and I've been checking my email for comments
     non-stop for validation. When they finally stopped after like, ten I
     needed MORE VALIDATION so I went to go write another chapter lmao.
     Please comment and validate me more so I have to go write another.
     It's like a fujking drug addiction. I have no idea where the FUCK
     this story is going so if ya'll have any clue u can help and comment
     or just message me on tumblr @ sulfuric-animus. Thnx sexies
***** Rules and Regulations *****
Chapter Summary
     Evan and Dominic really need to have a more thorough discussion about
     what had happened. Oh yeah, don't forget Connor too
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Even was stunned. Sitting on a cold, sticky bathroom floor, he was just
propositioned  by a kid he had  literally never  talked to before now, and
previous to that, he had been pinned against the wall and rutted upon by an
attractive basically-stranger that Evan was sure didn’t even like him that way.
Needless to say, he was thoroughly confused, slightly aroused and utterly
alone.
He stood slowly, checking the door to see if any more unwanted visitors had
come in, and seeing that none had, quickly adjusted himself inside his pants.
Evan then faced towards to mirror, re-tucking his shirt and fixing his hair to
the best of his ability in order to ensure he looked as normal as possible. He
stayed in the restroom as long as he dared, before taking a deep breath and
heading back to the classroom.
The walk, though short, gave him time to think about what he should say to
Dominic when he got back, and did his best  not  to think about Connor. His
footsteps echoed on the squared tile, causing him to glance up every few
seconds to reassure himself that he was alone. Reaching the door, he peered
through the small rectangular window into the classroom.
He did his best to draw out walking back in, but finally slipped in quietly,
taking his seat next to Dominic, only shifted a bit out of his reach. His
acquaintance sent him an apologetic look, mouthed out  i’m sorry  before
turning back to the board.
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Class passed fairly quickly, with Evan picking up basically nothing. As he
walked out, he caught Dominics eye as he made the “come hither” motion.
Hitching his backpack up higher, he followed.
“Hi.” Evan murmured
“Sup,” Any second now he was going to get a half-assed apology and lame
excuses, he could feel it.
“Uh hey, I just wanted to say that I am  so sorry  for the bathroom incident;
that was so fucked. And walking out afterwards? Such a douchebag move. Shit man
I’m the worst.” Evan gaped in response, he was expecting to be brushed off or
even pressured into something but he wasn’t anticipating  that .
“It’s… Its alrig- okay no that wasn’t alright, I  really  wished you had at
least asked or got to know me better before you started groping me in a dirty
bathroom.” Looking around, he saw that one or two people were trying to catch
the tail end of the conversation, Evan blushed then quieted down considerably,
“listen, I might have said yes if you asked, but you didn’t so i’d rather not
have that kind of relationship with you.” He let out a breath and raised his
eyes up to meet the others, feeling a bit relieved when he didn’t find any
anger in them.
“Dude yeah of course, I was way out of line there. We still friends?”
“Yeah, still friends.” Dominic smiled at the response and headed off to leave,
the day finally over along with the drama of it all.
That was, until he caught the eye of one Connor Murphy, leaning against the
stairway as if he was waiting for him.
Evan had done his best to keep the lanky boy out of his mind, but seeing him
there, it was impossible not to think back to Connors proposal and what would
come of it. Surely he was just joking and making fun of the kid about to get a
quickie in a public bathroom, but what if it wasn’t? Wouldn’t that be worse
though, to have an absolute stranger doing such intimate things with him?
But... thinking about it more, would it really be so bad? To have someone to
take care of him and fill his desires and to… to fuck him? He could almost
imagine the sensation of being tied down, the burn of a slap against his thighs
and the tortuous feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.
 Across the way, Connor lifted his eyebrow, as if to ask “ you coming?”   Even
took a breath and stepped forward towards Connor who shifted sideways as if to
make room for where Evan would stand.
Directly next to him, Even was distinctly aware of the height difference
between the two. Connor had to be at  least  6 feet while Even barely made it
past 5’4. He felt so small and delicate, even though Connor had to be just as
skinny as himself, if not more so.
A warm hand settled itself on the small of Evans back as they walked, almost as
if Connor was guiding him. Fingertips began to trace little circles into the
fabric and he melted into the soft touch, reveling in the sensation of another
hand on him.
The taller leaned down until his lips just barely brushed the shell of Evans
ear and spoke, sending chills running down his back.
“We’ll talk about this somewhere else. Do you have a ride home?” Normally he
would have said yes, but earlier he had seen Jared booking it to his car as
soon as the last bell had rung, leaving Even either stranded or forced to walk
home. So Instead, he shook his head in response.
“Good, you're coming with me. Are you okay with that?” he gave another nod,
“Say yes or no.”
“Y-Yes. I want to go with you.” For a second Evan could have sworn that he saw
a smile appear on the others face, but then it was gone, leaving him wondering
if he imagined it.
“We’re going to my car, then somewhere to eat. Is that fine?”
“Yes.” Connor gave a condescending sigh.
“Yes what?”
“Yes… sir?” The hand that was on him clenched slightly.
“Good boy.” Evan flushed at the praise, still unsure what to do from here.
They walked down to the senior parking lot with Evan following a step behind,
having to speed up every couple of feet as one of Connors steps equaled three
of his own. They were both quiet, not that they didn’t having anything to say,
but because the silence felt fitting.
After a minute they stopped behind a new-looking greyish Nissan that had a
little tree hanging on the front mirror and Connor clicked the key in his hand
twice to open it. Evan walked around the side, noting the tiny scratches on the
door and climbed in. It smelled clean and new, with the leather of the seats
slightly warm from the September sun.
He turned to put his seatbelt on, then made eye contact with Connor, who
attempted to give him what he thought was a reassuring look.
“Hey, go on Spotify and play anything you want, relax. I want this to be
enjoyable for the both of us.” He handed his phone over to Even, who fumbled
with it for a moment before picking out an album from Gorillaz and sat back in
his seat, feeling the warm air in the car against his face and the vibrations
of sound around him.
This wasn’t too bad, to be honest Evan was expecting this interaction to be
more awkward and hesitant, but instead Connor had presented himself so
confidently and reassured Evan throughout the whole thing. It made him feel a
little less nervous.
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*
They drove for about ten minutes before stopping in front of a small coffee
shop that looked completely uninhabited by customers. The cashier had come out
to get their orders (small iced tea for himself and green tea for Connor)
before returning to the back and out of sight.
They took a seat towards the rear of the cafe, on a small couch that overlooked
the parking lot.
“So,” a sudden voice startled Evan out of his staring, “what are you looking
for in  this ,” he gestured between them, “are you looking for something more
casual or..?”
Even nodded his head rapidly.
“Yes! Uh, I mean, what I mean is c-casual is good. That's good.” Not twenty
minutes in and he was already making a fool of himself. Fantastic.
“Alright,” Connor didn’t seem too perturbed, “so what kind of things are you
okay with? We’ll start our boundaries around that.” He was almost jealous at
how calm the other was about this whole situation.
“Well, I’m usually okay with anything not involving, um like human waste
products? Like, aside from uh, you know,” he gestured awkwardly towards his
crotch, “I’m also not really okay with knife stuff? Or anything that would
cause permanent damage in general…” Connor nodded in affirmation and opened his
mouth.
“So you’d be okay with degradation and collars and stuff like that?” Evan
flushed down to his chest but nodded.
“Yeah, I also have like, toys? At home? If you ever wanted to use them that is
ohgodthatssoweirdimsor-“
“Hey, hey it's okay. That’ll actually come in handy later if you’re up to it.”
Already feeling better, he stopped fidgeting as much, trying to open up about
his interests as best he could.
“I also kind of like spankings, uh lingerie and the whole um, master slave
system? If that’s okay with you?” Connor reached over, almost unconsciously and
began to play with Evans fingers as he thought it over.
“This is actually working out better than expected, we generally have the same
interests so that's good. When would you want this to start? Probably not today
as it’s pretty late, so the earliest is Wednesday? Or is the weekend better for
you?” Letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, Evan was finally
thankful for his mom being out most of the time.
“Is- is Thursday good? Because I’d kind of need to prepare and my mom is gone
most of the time but on Thursdays she’s usually only around for the morning
before coming back on Friday.” Connor nodded agreeingly.
“Thursdays good, until then we can keep trying to work out the details of it,
do you need me to drop you off home?” Connor asked
“Would you, please? I think I got ditched by my normal ride.” He frowned.
“What, you mean pretty boy from the bathroom?” he asked.
“No no, it’s uh, someone else.” Connor took a large gulp of his drink then
stood up, signaling Evan to do the same. They walked past the cash register and
Connor threw a handful of dollar bills into the tip jar on the way out.
-Connor opened the door of the car for him, as if making the deal signified his
need to be a gentleman. After climbing into his own side, he turned to Evan.
“I’m still not sure if you’re fucking with me about this or if you’re actually
serious, but I still gotta apologize for being so awkward about the entire
fucking thing. Believe or not I’ve never really done this whole ‘friends with
benefits’ type of shit and I don’t wanna be weird.” Evan could only gape.
“You… You’re being awkward? I’m pretty sure you’ve been the calm one in this
and i’m the walking disaster, not you. Trust me you’ve been totally smooth in
this considering the… circumstances.” He was able to sputter out. Connor
flushed lightly.
“Thanks Hansen, so where do you live?” Evan directed him, and soon enough he
was outside his house.
“So I’ll... I’ll see you Thursday? Or well, I mean I’ll see you tomorrow and
the day after but, like Thursday is the day when, uh yeah.
Seeyouthenthanksforthedrinkandtheridebye!” Connor couldn’t even get out a
goodbye in return before the car door shut lightly and Evan was back inside the
house. He drove off, while Evan hyperventilated softly inside, slightly
unbelieving that what had just happened was real.
Chapter End Notes
     HI! Okay, so this update was a little bit later than all of the
     previous ones have been, and that's because my three day weekend is
     over! This is actually more like what you'll be seeing when it comes
     to update schedules, but I'll still do my best to keep it as quick as
     possible. I hope you enjoy, as always I haven't yet edited anything
     so if you see errors please tell me (for some reason my computer
     keeps correcting Evan to even) and you are allowed to request stuff
     that I try my best to fit in. Don't forget to comment, the validation
     keeps me going. Thank you and enjoy your weekend!
***** Folly's and Firsts *****
Chapter Summary
     They had everything planned. Evan's mom had already left for the day,
     and all that was left to do is wait for Connor to come over...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The days seemed to pass rapidly, giving Evan time to prepare physically, but
not emotionally. He had around an hour before Connor arrived, both of them
going immediately home after the school day had finished in order to get ready.
He had already cleaned himself out and shaved his whole body, which was not
something he did normally but decided that the situation called for it. The
house was cleaner than he could ever remember it being, with fresh sheets on
his queen bed that took up most of the space of his room and everything that
once littered the floor put away.
Just as he assured before, his mom left early, waking him up at the normal 5:30
before reminding Evan that a twenty was on the counter and that she wouldn’t be
back until late that Friday. Even had said his “I love you’s” and “goodbyes”
slightly relieved that she was finally gone. Then guilty because he was so
relieved when he knew that she did her best to be there for him even though he
probably didn’t deserve it.
Evan tried to get his mind off the subject by continuing to prepare. He had
already put on everything he needed, currently keeping himself covered by
wearing a too-large sweater until his partner had arrived.
He glanced over to his side table, where a small container of lube sat, along
with a 5 pack of condoms, some silk rope, a blindfold and one of his milder
toys, a vibrator that was gently textured but long and powerful enough to
satisfy. Evan had already stretched himself out some, hoping to speed up the
process of it, but he doubted it was enough. Looking around, Evan tried to
remember if he had forgotten anything, then wondering if he had put too  much
out, then panicking as he imagined Connor thinking that he was too desperate
and then decided he didn’t want to go through with this anymore.
He had to physically prevent himself from packing everything away, as he  knew
that the two of them had agreed with everything that he had out. Checking his
phone one last time, he calmed down when he was sure that he had what he
needed, and that Connor was bringing everything else.
It had taken a while to get through both of their boundaries and kinks, as Evan
was into things like blood-choking, which made Connor worry about accidentally
killing him, and Connor liked corseting, but was too expensive and a little
worrying to Evan who has never tried that before. They decided that light
choking and lingerie was a happy medium for both parties, and that anything
more extreme needed more discussion and trust in their relationship. He still
had about half an hour left, and set to straightening up his already sparking
house; he dusted his clean succulents that lined the window sill, straightened
his closet in case Connor needed something from inside and set out his after
clothes that comprised of loose boxers and one of his softest hoodies that
proudly proclaimed “I’d Rather Be Sleeping” across the front.
~
Despite searching desperately for  anything  more to do, Evan accepted that all
that was left was to wait. He walked down the hall and into his living room,
collapsing onto the couch and trying to pass some time on his phone, but
ultimately unable to distract his mind from what was going to happen.
After checking his (empty) snapchat for what had to be the seventh time in a
row, he finally heard the telltale noise of a car pulling into the driveway.
Evan had practically sprinted to his door, almost falling over several times as
the silky tights slid on his hardwood.
He fidgeted in front of it for a moment, unsure as to whether he would come
across as  too  eager if he opened it before Connor was even able to get to his
door.
Footsteps thudded on the concrete outside, nearing with every second, and as
soon they stopped right in front of him, Even  swung  the door open with a bit
too much force. On the other side, grinning a bit and leaning nonchalantly on
his entryway, was
“Jared?” His hand was still poised to knock, with eyes slightly too wide as he
took in what Evan was wearing. Evan squeaked something unintelligible, before
sprinting back to his room, not even bothering to close the front door.
-He yanked up the first pair of pants he saw and ripped the headband off of his
head, before sweeping everything that was on top back into his side drawer. The
entire process only taken around fifteen seconds, but it was enough that Jared
had apparently wandered inside and over to his room.
“Hey Ev, I know that it’s like my job as ‘family friend’ not to judge you for
your interests, but I gotta say that I  absolutely called it  that you were a
kinky little shit. Holy crap you’re wearing fucking lingerie? I  knew it.”
Evan could have not possibly blushed harder, as it was he felt like he was
about to melt into a puddle of embarrassment and humiliation.
“You- You weren’t supposed to see this, this is  private  and um, you gotta
leave, leave right now because someone  coming  and I gotta be ready so can,
can you leave  please,”  he resorted to begging at this point, no longer able
to be any more mortified than he already was.
“There’s someone  coming ? Ha! Oh my god Ev you are actually a fucking sub
aren't you? Ok ok I only came over because I was bored and had nothing else to
do, but you’re gonna have  company  I guess I should make myself scarce.” He
was still laughing as he turned to look down and check his phone, “looks like
‘C’ might be a bit late though, so don’t worry about me gettin caught walking
out.” Evan realized that the phone in Jareds hand was  his,  and lunged for it,
but Jared didn’t seem too interested in taunting him as he handed it over right
away.
Just as he had said, there was a message from Connor, stating that he would be
around twenty minutes late and not to worry, that he would be there soon. Even
signed in relief that Connor wouldn’t be here to witness this train wreck of an
interaction.
He threw his phone onto the bed, then turned towards Jared, ushering him out of
the house.
“I’ll tell you about it promise, but  please leave . I’ll call you when we’re…
done, okay?” This caused another cackle to be released and Jared snorted,
hopping into his car.
“Goodbye Hansen! Try not to get your ass murdered too bad!” Evan shut the door
closed, feeling a little drained from the interaction.
At least soon Connor would arrive, and he could get his mind off of it. Going
back to his room, he reopened the drawer once again and unloaded it carefully,
then he turned to the corner where his bow lay and placed it into his head.
Soon, there would be a (really  really  hot) guy in his room, who would
hopefully be able to take his mind off of… everything.
Chapter End Notes
     Sup you guys. Omfg you probably thought that it was a smut chapter
     but NOPE. I love to torture myself and my readers. It actually was
     supposed to be Con on the other side of the door, but when I got to
     that point I said "screw that" and made it Jared instead. As always
     this chapter isn't beta read so If you see any spelling errors just
     message me on tumble (sulfuric-animus) or on here! Don't forget to
     leave a comment or request about what ya'll wanna see cause it really
     does help the plot and where I'm going with this. Thank you and have
     a nice week!! <3
     Also these are some things that Evan was wearing or mentioned
     throughout this chapter!
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***** Touches and Torments *****
Chapter Summary
     its porn.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It had taken Evan approximately twelve minutes and forty-six seconds to get
over the mortification of having Jared walk in and discovering his… pastime.
This is also, coincidentally, the amount of time it took for Connor to arrive.
When he heard the rumble of an engine from outside his house, Evan  stumbled to
the door and made  sure  that it was him this time.
Standing tall on his tiptoes, he spied through the eyehole of his doorway, and
was immediately assured at the sight of the long-haired boy strolling down his
walkway. Connor was decked in what looked to be soft grey sweatpants and a
white t-shirt, while carrying a small black duffle bag at his side.
This time, Even waited until Connor knocked at least twice before opening the
door with grin.
“Hey Hansen,” Connor said, walking in somewhat shyly. His eyes gazed
appreciatively over Evans form and clothing decision, “you sure you’re still ok
with this? We can back out anytime.” What? He shook his head stubbornly.
“No, I want this as much as you do, It’s ok,” He put on what he thought was an
encouraging smile, and when Connor still looked unsure, tried to change the
subject.
“What’s in the bag?” He tilted his head curiously, this seemed to do the trick.
Connor smiled in a way that worried Even a bit, and reached inside one of the
pockets of the bags side.
“It’s a gift, let me put it on you.” He was about to refuse and insist he
didn’t need anything, but was cut off when he realized  what exactly  the gift
was.
Because it was certainly something. Connor had pulled out a shiny leather
collar.
From an outside point of view, it was a pretty thing, the exterior gleaming and
colored a soft grey, with the inside made of a much softer material and powdery
blue. Even flushed at the sight of it, but still turned around and let Connor
place it around his neck. There was a tag on the front in the shape of a little
heart, proclaiming that his name was Evan, and if lost, to be returned to
Connor.
“I also have a matching leash in this bag if you ever wanted to use that, but
right now I think this is a good look on you. Are you just about ready?” Connor
asked.
“Y-yeah I’m good. Uh, everything we agreed on is in my room on the side table,
do you want me to go get it?” Even was nervous, but at the same time there was
a feeling of electricity running down his spine at whatever would happen next.
“No need,” Connors eyes flashed dangerously, “go into your room and take off
the top. Sit on the bed, put the blindfold on and  wait.  Am I understood?” His
voice had taken on a commanding tone, the very sound of it caused blood to rush
equally to his face and down below.
“Yes.” Was his meek response.
“Yes  what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Such a sweet boy.” He grasped Evans jaw and so  so  gently, leaned down to his
ear and whispered. “Go.”
Evan scrambled down the hallway, his eyes stuck to the floor as he struggled to
get his breathing under control. He quickly stripped himself of his sweater,
leaving only what was underneath and the headband on. He placed the blindfold
over his eyes, sending himself into darkness.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the center, then waited.
~
It couldn’t have been five minutes, but to Evan it felt like an eternity. When
the rhythmic thuds of footsteps came over to him, he couldn’t stop himself from
fidgeting with curiosity.
They stopped by his side table, the pronounced sound of something (most likely
the rope) being dragged off from its position, then moving to plant itself
right in front of him.
“Hands.” It wasn’t a word, but a command, and it was one that Evan didn’t want
to disobey. He quickly brought his fists in front of him, palms up. Seconds
later, the softness of rope, just as he predicted, wove it’s way around his
wrists in a somewhat intricate knot. After a final tug was given, he tried to
pry his wrists apart with no luck.
“ Hey .” A warning was issued and the movement was ceased as spindly fingers
found their home around his throat.
“No moving unless I tell you to. You’re mine right now. Am I understood?”
“Yes sir.” His voice had a tremor in it.
 The hand that was once on his neck now made its way to tangle itself into
Evans hair, massaging his scalp a bit, then was yanked back, leaving the column
of his throat exposed.
Cold lips pressed themselves into his own, their mouths moving in unison for a
moment before the taller bit down onto his, the sting of it drawing a high
pitched whine out.
“So good for me.” Connor pulled away for a second, and Even blindly followed
upwards, trying to chase the contact, but a chilled palm placed itself onto his
chest, planting him hard against the bed.
“ I told you not to move. ”
His wrists were grabbed and hauled upwards above his head, the rope loosening
for a second before tightening even more.
Before he could think about it, a hot tongue was making its way across his
windpipe, sucking hard at the flesh in a spot much too high to he covered by
anything Evan owned, but knowing Connor, that was probably his intent.
He tried to move his arms in order to grip Connors hair, but found himself
unable to.
He tied my arms to the bed frame  Evan realized, his dick twitched in approval.
He didn’t have long to muse about it, as the teeth that once nibbled on his jaw
now found their way onto his chest, and over to a pec.
He’s almost embarrassed at how loud the moan he made was, never thinking
himself to be so sensitive there, but as a cunning mouth teased his nipples
into full erectness, he’d never been harder.
Evans hips girated into open air, nothing to thrust against aside from the
unsatisfactory silk of his panties. His mouth was open and panting, unable to
calculate any of Connors movements aside from the creaks of the bed and head
hovering over his clavicle.
Once he felt thoroughly used, Connor eased up, seemingly disappearing from the
bed altogether, leaving Evan panting and unaware.
There was more shuffling to the side of him and Connor was suddenly gripped his
knees, wrenching them up and apart. He ripped the panties off, unable to take
the time to pull them down. He gave Evan’s cock one hard pump that left him
reeling, his back arching off the bed seeking out more pressure. This didn’t
please Connor apparently, as he slammed Evans hips back onto the bed, along
with a swat to his thighs.
“No, good boys only move with permission. Apologize.” This was humiliating, yet
still made his skin tingle and his chest heave.
“I’m so sorry, please I won’t be bad anymore,  please touch me .” His voice
grew higher and pitchy, he sounded like a child begging for a treat, which he
supposed was true but couldn’t stop the blush on his cheeks from spreading
across him.
He was rewarded for his indignity with several slow steady pumps to his length,
hardly enough to cum from, but he would take what he could get.
 A wet finger found its way to his hole and began to slowly prod his backside,
with Evan doing his best not to squirm away from it.
The first two fingers enter easily, producing a groan of appreciation from
above, after scissoring them for a few minutes,  another slipped inside, this
time with a pleasant stretching sensation.
 Connor twisted them curiously, curling them.
“God god  God, holy SHIT,  fuck  dont you dare stop.”  It was as if he was
possessed, Evan’s entire body rose off the bed, while his mouth opened in a
silent scream. He could feel tears cascading down and dampening his eye mask,
all the while hearing a distant chuckle from by his feet.
“What did you say? Stop?” Fingers popped out from inside him, making sure to
curl one last time on their way.
“Connor please dont  please sir don't I need you to fuck me  fuck me please I
need you inside me I  swear if you don't get back there.” He didn’t understand
what he was saying, only that he needed that pleasure back, by any means
necessary. Evan thrashed a little bit, whining and trying to gain purchase on
his sheets, but the stockings continued to slip, dooming him to lie flat.
“Back to being naughty, I see. If you can stay still for a bit I promise to
give you something better than fingers.”  Better?  He plopped down, doing his
best not to move at all aside from breathing, and was rewarded with what he
recognized as the vibrator pushing against him.
Evan ground back onto it, but this time was not punished. The bulbous head of
it popped inside and sunk in inch by inch, until the base was stopped by a
tight ring of muscle.
 Nothing happened for a movement, but then the whirring of the machine started.
Evan screamed.
He felt as if he was in an endless loop of unconsciousness and ecstasy, trying
his best not to pass out from the barrage of sensations. He writhed in his
bonds, trying to draw the toy deeper inside while also wanting it gone. Fingers
gripped the handle and shoved it deeper, twisting it as it went.
Even as he struggled not to move, Evans body was deciding not to behave. The
hand that was still thrusting the toy stopped, then went away. This made
everything better and worse.
A body climbed on top of his own, securing his torso down and stopping any more
struggling. Connor scooted forward until his thighs bracketed Evans face, then
slowly pulled down the pants that were hung low on his hips.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Don’t bite.” Despite having no
practice on a real person, Evan worked enough with his toys that he knew what
to do.
He stretched his jaw wide, sure to avoid teeth and exhaling hotly. There was a
groan from above him and steadily, he moved forward.
 Evan wrapped his tongue around the head and was instantly rewarded with a
heady musk. Connor pushed in gently, doing shallow thrusts with his hips until
wiry pubic hair brushed Evans nose and the tip was probing down his throat.
 He refused to gag, breathing evenly and letting his throat relax until the
strain of something so big didn’t hurt anymore.
The buzz from inside stayed a distraction, but not nearly a big enough one that
it stopped him from putting all his focus into sucking Connors cock. He rolled
his tongue around the head, feeling a thick vein on the flat of it pulse in
time with his heartbeat, the thick base of it pressed firmly onto Evans lips.
Connor pulled out a bit, then shallowly pushed forward into the wet heat.
Seeing no outward reaction, he tried a little bit faster; still not responding,
Connor began to thrust into Evan with purpose, his dick creating a wet suction
with every push.
In no time at all he was going full force, tense hands gripped into Evans
locks, forcing his head to move in time with his hips. It took everything in
Evans power not to move away, trying to enjoy the feel of be  used  like this.
No matter how uncomfortable it got, he still craved the degradation and filth
of each movement between the two granted him.
Before he could realize what was happening, Connor pulled out, leaving Evan
covered in precumand drool, his mouth wide open. Hands met his hips, the sharp
bones of each other grinding together. In one sharp movement, his body was
flipped over, gripped as if he weighed nothing.
The new position sent a dull pain to his shoulders, arms twisted at a stubborn
angle. Evan gasped in surprise, and in his moment of weakness, fingers shoved
themselves into the roof of his mouth, untrimmed nails biting into his tongue.
Connors other hand had ripped into the closest pillow he could find on the bed
and manhandled it under his hips.
With his hips now propped up and his ass on display, Evan couldn’t help but
tremor with anticipation. A hand groped the flesh for a good minute, kneading
and playful slapping the flesh to make it bounce, before pulling the toy out
roughly. He yelped at the flash of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the
fingers now wandering downward, prying the tight pucker open and probing
inside. His back arched steeply, presenting himself fully.
“Beautiful. I want to take you until you can’t walk, until you can’t think of
anything but me.  Am I clear? ” His words were punctuated with a sharp slap to
his behind, demanding a response.
“ Yes!  Yes, ruin me  please  I want to feel you pleasepleaseplEASE,” He was
sobbing now, any reason or rhyme gone from his head, there was a tearing noise
from behind him, along with a slick squelch that caused tremor to Evans bones.
He wiggled his hips, getting impatient in his neglect and whined wordlessly,
desperate for  any  source of fill. Connor let out a shushing noise, much
closer now, and Evan felt the blunt tip at his ring, leaning into it, but was
thwarted once again as he shifted away once more.
“ Please.”  He begged so sweetly, that Connor allowed a bit of himself to slip
in, a throaty sound erupting from his lips. No matter how much he loved to
tease the boy, there was no doubting the ecstasy of first entering such a tight
heat.
Before he knew it, Connor had slammed in deeply, shifting the entire bed
forward and producing a noise from Evan that was far more animalistic than
human. He rammed in repeatedly, sure to hit every single sweet spot within him,
Evan could hardly breathe, he was so overpowered by Connors driving force.
Both hands wrapped tightly around his windpipe, shutting off his air supply
entirely, he used this new position to his advantage, pulling Evan to meet him
with every thrust.
Connor could feel himself tipping towards the edge of orgasm, and released one
hand in order to snake around Evans prick and fist it brutally. Despite having
less stimulation, it was Evan who came first, cum dripping down Connors hand
and he went boneless, only supported by the other. Connor finished soon after,
pulling out and tying the condom off, then standing up to throw it away.
He walked into their hall restroom, turning on the faucet and snooping around
until he found a suitable washcloth. After wetting it sufficiently, Connor
headed back to the other boy, still curled and tied to the bed frame.
“Hey, Hansen,” He moved to untie him, “I’m gonna clean you up. Are you alright:
Not wanting Connor to worry, Evan immediately responded.
“I’m fine, that was fantastic, thank you.” Once fully untied, he rubbed at his
wrists, feeling the indents left from pulling to hard. “I’m really tired,
though.” Connor nodded, understanding instantly.
“Ok, let me rub you down, then you can sleep. Hey, when we wake up, I’ll run
you a bath. Sounds good?” Too sleepy to vocalize his response, Evan only nodded
and smiled softly. For his first time, he could say that this was pretty
perfect.
Chapter End Notes
     I gotta admit, Im not too proud of the quality of this one bUT
     Y'ALL!!!!!!! I GOT TO THE SEX PART!!!!!!!! AND IT'S ONLY SLIGHTLY
     TERRIBLE!!! As usual, please comment for more, and be sure to add any
     requests you would like to see next! Thank you and have a nice week!!
End Notes
     This is just the prologue to the story and the actual chapter should
     be out soon (depending on my motivation for that day lmao)!!
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