(Leaving this in just to show how long this ridiculously short chapter took me to write, I'm at 105k now) Almost 70k reads?????? You guys are incredible omg. Also, this is kinda filler but I promise more plot is coming,,,, just u wait

Evan stands up. "I'm gonna shower."
Connor flops back onto the bed and smiles "okay." Evan smiles back and leans down to kiss him. "I love you!" Connor calls as Evan walks out of the room. Evan pops his head back in and blows him a kiss.

Connor closes his eyes and smiles to himself, hands tucked behind his head. I love him. I love him. He loves me.

He sits up and smiles "He loves me." He says out loud.

When Evan comes back from his shower, Connor is sitting on the bed drawing, still naked.

"You brought your sketchbook?" Evan asks, rummaging through his drawers for some clothes.

"Yeah. Calms me."

Evan chuckles "I didn't even see you bring a bag."
"Yeah, I left it in the car when I got here."

Evan turns around to look at him. Connor continues drawing. "Connor?" He looks up, clueless "mhm?"
"You're naked."
"Yes. We fucked."
"I know we.. Connor. You left your bag in the car?"
"Yes."
"And now its inside?"
"Yes."
"And you're naked?"
"Your point?" Connor asks, going back to his drawing
"You didn't."
"Didn't what?" Connor asks incredulously, a grin on his face.
"Oh my god, Connor, it's fucking broad daylight!" Connor bursts out laughing "not daylight.."
"you didn't! You can't have!"
Connor nods, still laughing. He gasps for air, crying with laughter. "My neighbours probably saw you!" Connor regains his composure and stands up and walks over to Evan, a huge smile on his face. He squeezes Evans butt with both hands.

"You're the worst." Evan says, fake grumpy. Connor nods again
"But you love me." Evan blushes
"I do." He kisses Connor quickly on the lips.

"I'm gonna go have a shower." Connor says, pulling away from Evan "also I borrowed your dressing gown to get my bag."
"You little shit!" Evan throws his towel at Connor as he runs out of the room laughing.

Evan chuckles and gets dressed, sitting down on his bed. He looks at Connors sketchbook for a second before picking it up and opening it to the first page, some sketches. Evan continues flicking until he turns to a piece that takes up the whole page, a watercolour.

The page is warped from the water, but the piece is beautiful. It's a self portrait of Connors profile, smoking either a cigarette or a joint (probably the latter) the smoke painted red, fading out to grey. His hair is also red. The rest of the picture is done in black pen with fast sharp strokes.

Evan stares at it for a few minutes before turning the page, only to be met by another large piece, this time a drawing of himself.

It's mainly from the back, but the side of his face is visible. It shows Evan writing something in a book. In the bottom left hand corner, some writing reads "English class. Him." It's dated over six months ago.

Evan turns to the back of that same page, and draws a little flower in the middle; underneath he writes "I love you. - him" he dates it today.

Evan closes the sketchbook when he hears the shower turn off; climbing under the blanket as though nothing happened. When Connor walks in - already dressed, his hair wet- Evan holds up the blanket. Connor climbs in and they fall asleep.