When Evan awoke, the first things to come to his attention were the ache in his hips and the wad in his hand. He hissed as he tried to sit up, eventually making it with much effort. The wad in his hand came to his attention and he stared at it for several moments before working up the courage to unfold it and count it.

20, 40, 60… 300 dollars?!

Evan gulped and quickly opened the drawer of his nightstand and shoved the money in between a stack of books. His hands were shaking. When Connor had said he'd pay him handsomely, he hadn't been entirely sure what to expect. Maybe 50 dollars, if he was lucky, 100, but 300? He had to give some of it back! Right?! Right?

Did he?

He felt the pinch in his gut called guilt pull on him as his head tried to reason that Connor wouldn't have given it to him if he hadn't meant it and that he'd probably think it was stupid if Evan tried to give it back, he hadn't really done anything but lay there and he'd gotten something out of it too. Surely this amount was outrageous?

Evan glanced over to his backpack that sat carelessly by his door. The idea of trying to stand to get his phone from the side pocket sounded awful, but his curiosity was killing him. He winced as he slid off of his bed and grabbed the device. He grabbed his boxers and shirt that had been laying on the floor before climbing back into bed.

Average cost for paid sex.

He pulled his boxers up to his hips and his shirt over his head as he waited for the browser to load. When it did he scrolled through the descriptions, too afraid to click on any of the links in case it was a virus.

$260 to $340

So maybe $300 hadn't been that big of a deal? Evan nodded and closed the tab. He wouldn't give back the money. Besides, Connor wouldn't have paid him that much if he hadn't wanted to.

He'd clear it from his mind. He didn't need to think about this anymore. But it wasn't leaving. The lust filled look Connor had given him as he lapped lazily at his stomach was ingrained in his mind. The after effects of feeling Connor fill him entirely, pounding in and hitting whatever it was that had felt so good.

Evan could feel the erection rising before he saw it.

He swallowed and with more vigor than was probably necessary, he quickly stood and limped his way to the bathroom. He had no idea what time it was or if his mom was home by now or not, but he didn't really care. He flipped the faucet on and shed his clothing faster than he ever had before wrapping his cast in the roll of cling wrap that had been stored in the bathroom and climbing under the spray.

He shut his eyes and tried to picture Connor's instead. What had he done? Flicked his nipple?

Evan reached up and his casted hand touched his nipple as the other ran down his side, swiping gently at his hip before moving to his belly button. He dipped a finger into the hole before moving down to his navel, his fingers running through the damp pubic hair. He gripped himself and shivered at the feeling. It didn't feel exactly as Connor had – Connor's hands were smoother than his since he didn't spend his free time roughing them up on trees and they were larger than his -, but it was close enough as he ran his hand up and down the shaft. He let out a gasp and rubbed a thumb over the head as Connor had. His other hand pinched at his nipple and he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling to his knees.

The hand that had been giving attention to his nipple trailed down behind him and he bent over slightly so he could rub against the ring of muscle. His member twitched as he gently pushed a finger in and pulled back out in time with the thrusts on his erection. He ran his thumb across the top once more before going down to play with his balls, picturing Connor's eyes and the way he had moved and touched him with such expertise. Steel blue with brown spotting in one. High cheekbones and firm jawline. The way he'd looked undressed and when he'd kissed Evan and rolled his tongue along the inside of his mouth.

Evan moaned loud and long as he climaxed, his seed shooting across the shower and hitting the wall near the floor on the opposite side of the enclosed space.

He ran his hand along his length twice more before the shuddering in his body told him anymore would push him too far.
A knock sounded on the door before, "Evan? Are you okay? I thought I heard you yell?"

Any ecstasy he could've ridden out, left just like that.

"Y-yeah mom," he called, hoping his voice wasn't shaking as badly as he thought, "I'm fine. I just saw a spider."

Stupid.

She was quiet for a moment, "A spider?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I killed it with a shampoo bottle."

"O-okay, Honey. I have take-out down stairs, so hurry up." And with that he barely heard her as she trudged down the stairs.

He cupped his hands under the water to splash the wall and rid the evidence before quickly washing up and getting out. His hips ached as he toweled himself dry and limped across the hall to his bedroom. He pulled a hoodie on over his clothes in an attempt to hide Connor's hickey, which stood out brilliantly on his neck just behind his ear, and joined his mom in the kitchen.

She smiled when she saw him and set two plates on the table with the bags of their favorite Chinese take-out in the middle.

He smiled back and sat down with one leg propped underneath him to ease some of the pain as they ate. Heidi carried out simple small talk, asking about his day, how the letters to himself were going, if he had found any new friends. Evan had actually been able to tell the truth for most of them, today had been amazing, he had forgotten to write a letter, but would do one tomorrow, and he kinda had found a friend, even if he wouldn't tell her who, when, or under what circumstances.

Heidi pulled out a fortune cookie from the bag as she finished her plate and cracked it open to read the note. "Money is nothing but a flaw in the perspective of life." She read and Evan blushed. "Huh, that one's kinda odd, don't you think?"
Evan nodded and scooped another bite of noodles into his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk.

"What's yours say?" She asked, pulling his from the bag and tossing it across the table to him.

He caught it just before it fell to the floor and opened the wrapper and cracked it open. "Never trust those who pay for your time." He read.

"Ha ha, guess that means we can't trust your therapist, huh?" she joked, putting a bite of cookie in her mouth. That didn't really make sense, they paid to talk to the therapist, but… whatever.

"Ha ha, yeah." Evan swallowed hard and tried to fight the nausea climbing in his esophagus. "I'm- uh… I'm gonna go to bed. I have school in the morning." He said as he stood.

Heidi smiled at him as she pulled empty take-out boxes into the bag for disposal. "Okay, hun, sleep well."

"You too." He went to bed dreaming of steely blue eyes and long, curly hair. If he woke up the next morning with a mess, that wasn't something he would ever admit out loud.

A/N

I've decided to take this a little bit. Where, you might ask? I have no idea. But! I think I've got a basis for the next handful or two of chapters. We'll see where this goes. It will most likely stay pretty fluffy, but I'll see about adding some actual plot in there eventually.
Once again, thanks for reading!