Evan was shoved against the locker by none other than Connor Murphy. He was used to this behavior by now. Connor had been bullying this kid for three years straight. Evan did as usual; He tried to be calm, he failed, and then, he slid to the floor and started crying.

That was what usually happened, and that's what just happened. Connor was bored of it, honestly. He kicked Evan harshly in the stomach, forcing Evan to curl into a ball, his cries got quieter even though Connor was hurting him. After a couple more kicks (leaving Evan with a bloody nose), Connor picked Evan up by the collar of his shirt, staring at him for a moment before shoving him against the locker with a sneer, walking off to his next class.

Evan stayed where he was; he could tell today was going to be a shitty day. Just like every other day in the school year.

• • •

Evan, after about twenty minutes, had picked himself up and continued on with the day as usual, constantly getting teased by other students, including Connor. He wasn't sure when, but, sooner or later, Evan had ended up standing up to Connor. Now they were at the back of the school, two hours after school had ended.

Evan held back a scream as he was pushed against the wall. He was scared Connor would pull out a gun or something. The guy was pretty scary, he wouldn't be surprised. Instead, Evans hands were pinned against the wall and over his head by one of Connors.

Evans eyes widened when Connor kissed him. He expected it to be rough, with no means of consent (not that Evan really did consent at the moment), but instead, the kiss was soft, like Connor actually cared. Evan wanted to push Connor off and scream 'bad touch' or something along the lines of that, but he didn't.

Evan let out a grunt and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Connors waist. He didn't even know what he was doing by now. Connor slipped his hand up Evans shirt, forcing a gasp out of the smaller. He slid his tongue into Evans mouth, given the opportunity, his tongue brushing against the others.

By now, Evan was pretty sure he wanted this, and Connor probably wasn't going to stop either way, so e h. Connors hand roamed down Evans body beneath his shirt, stopping when his hand reached Evans pants. Evan grunted lightly, Connor broke away from the kiss, his grip on Evans hands released, Connor used his now free hand to wipe some saliva off his chin.

Evan did the same, his breath hitching when Connor started to play with the button of Evans pants. Connor smirked and brought his lips to Evans neck, biting down and sucking on a random spot. Evan let out a small moan, his hands sliding up to tangle into Connors hair. Connor started grinding against Evan, only making Evans moans grow louder.

Evan finally spoke up, "C-Can we continue this at m-my place or something?" He choked out, he knew Connors parents and sister were home, and Connor wouldn't want to get caught fucking a guy he brought over. Evans Mom would be out of the house for another couple hours, so it was safer there.

Connor reluctantly nodded, setting Evan down so they could walk to Connors car.

• • •

They made it to Evans house soon enough. It wasn't a long drive. Evans house was small, when you walked in, you were in the living room. The dining room and the kitchen were only separated by the tile on the floor. The kitchen had linoleum tile, and the dining room (just a corner with a table tbh) was wooden floor, like the rest of the house. (Except for the bathrooms and bedrooms)

Connor shut the door with a slam, locking it shut and carrying Evan to the table, bending him over it and grinding against the other, resuming what they had been doing before. Evan moaned a bit louder than the two of them had anticipated, Evan blushing. Connor smirked and bent overtop of Evan, unbuckling the others pants. Evan bit his lip, pushing back against Connors b u l g e.

Connor grunted quietly, sliding down Evans pants, his boxers next. Evan blushed hard, shivering lightly at the cold air. Connor slid down his pants and boxers enough for his erection to show, prodding Evans entrance. Evan let out another moan, trying to push back against Connor. Evan shuttered when Connor pushed a finger into Evans entrance.

Evan let out a breathy moan and adjusted as Connor slid in another finger, curling them, pulling them apart from eachother inside of Evan, stretching him out. Evan moaned loudly, burying his face into the cloth on the table. Connor smirked and used his other hand to strip off Evans shirt, biting down on his shoulder once he had gotten it off.

Evan let out small pants, whining when Connor took his fingers out. He yelped when something bigger was pushed into him. Connor started thrusting in and out of Evan quickly, groaning lowly into his ear. Evan practically screamed out Connors name, arching his back. Connor slid a hand around Evans neck, making Evan quiet down in fear Connor might actually choke him.

With a couple more thrusts, Evan moaned out Connors name, cumming onto the cloth covering the table. Connor sped up, letting Evans name fall from his lips in a whisper before cumming inside the other, moaning quietly.

Connor eventually pulled out and grunted, cleaning himself up and pulling up his boxers and pants, watching Evan slowly dress himself, bruises on his stomach and face, arms and legs from places Connor had beat him. Connor smirked lightly and walked over to Evan once he was fully dressed, kissing his cheek, jaw line, and neck, before mumbling a 'goodbye' to the other.

Connor left without another word, and Evan groaned in realization that he had to wash the table cloth.