So this was meant to just be a one-shot but I ended up really liking it so I'm gonna continue it. The first chapter works on its own if you don't wanna read the rest, but if you do, the rest is there. I wasn't sure if anyone already did this but it's smut about that one bit in sincerely me~

SMUT

Connor was bored. Bored bored bored. It was a Friday night and he was home alone, scrolling through Instagram on his phone. Everyone was partying and having fun, posting group photos and drunk selfies.

He took a sip of juice and tried not to think about the slightly crumpled joint sitting in the front pocket of his school bag. His anxiety was getting better and he didn't feel like he needed it. He kept scrolling and almost spat out his drink when he saw a photo posted to 'EHansenPriv' 3 minutes ago.

Connor could hardly believe his eyes.
On his screen was the socially anxious boy from his English class, shirtless on his bed, pants pulled down slightly, showing most of his underwear. His face was needy, he was biting his lip and his eyes looked like they could see into your soul. Connor felt himself harden. Fuck he thought, squeezing his legs together. He got a Snapchat from Zoe, who was at a friends party. "DO NOT DRINK MY JUICE" written in big block letters over a photo of her face. He laughed and took another swig from the bottle.

Having momentarily forgotten about the photo, he reopened instagram. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the photo again. This was real. He thought back to playing kiss chasey in middle school.

"You're it Alana!!" A boy squealed, running away. Alana caught the closest boy she could and kissed him on the cheek. Connor ducked around a corner in the hopes that no one would catch him. He stood there and caught his breath for a minute, hearing delighted squeals and laughter from the other preteens around the corner. He smiled to himself and went to go back, when he found himself eye to eye with Evan, the blonde boy with the pretty eyes.
"Are you it?" He asked. Evan shook his head, stepping closer. He took Connors hand and stood on his tip-toes. Connor was frozen on the spot. Their lips touched. Evans were soft, and warm, and drier than Connor had imagined. His hand was sweaty from running. Evan pulled away, and then let go of Connors hand. He grinned a big toothy grin, showing his crooked teeth, eyes sparkling. He ran back to the game while Connor tried to remember to breathe. He was a bright shade of strawberry red.

Seventeen year old Connors cheeks mimicked those of his younger self at the memory. He looked back at the photo of the now grown boy, his hand rubbing his crotch over his sweatpants. "Any cute guys wanna help me take them down the rest of the way? Xx -E" Connor squeezed his bulge lightly, shivering at Evans words. He knew this wasn't for his eyes, but he was enjoying it so much. He rubbed slightly faster, breathing hindered. He removed his hand, groaning at the loss of contact and pinched his nipple from beneath his shirt. He rubbed and pulled and squeezed it, moaning with delight.

He got onto his hands and knees and put the phone on his pillow so he could see it. He put his hands down his pants and felt himself fully erect and dripping with precum. He slowly moved his hand up and down, shivering. He imagined Evan was beneath him, naked, squirming. He moaned loudly, remembering he was alone and started rocking backwards, as though thrusting into someone. He moved his hand faster, eyes squeezed tight, looking at the photo every so often. He squeaked, his cock jerking in his hand. He pumped it faster, staring deep into photo Evans eyes, and he came into his hand, yelling.

He took heavy, shallow breaths and flopped onto his back. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table, cleaning himself up. He took a screenshot of the photo and left a comment.

"Dear Evan Hansen, I think you posted to the wrong account. Hope you dont mind, but I took a screenshot.

Sincerely, me x

PS. If you're still looking for a cute guy to help, I'm home alone."