Rating for this chapter : T

Warnings for this chapter : Mentions of alcohol, mild language

A/N : Appearance headcanon for Connor with thick thighs and stretch marks? HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

You could say at this very moment, Connor was nervous. Well, nervous is such a broad word, but that is the word he was using to describe this nameless emotion.

It was a mixture of anger, sadness, and jealousy. The jealousy left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Thoughts of 'that should be me' and 'this isn't fair' flashed through his head endlessly, the compilation of images leaving him sick to his stomach.

All of these feelings stuck to him like a pair of wet jeans two sizes too small. And he found some form of peace by pacing. It wasn't much relief, but the simple gesture of walking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth seemed somewhat soothing.

But pacing wasn't getting him anywhere. He was stuck, wearing a hole in the floor and in his heart. He had no idea what to do. Kevin had been gone for an hour. Thoughts of Kevin, his Kevin, possibly getting busy in a Burger King bathroom with some random chick made his stomach do backflips, threatening to have the anger driven emotions housing in his tummy to come out his mouth and onto the front of his shirt.

Kevin's dates usually lasted three hours. In some special cases, it was four if they went out for drinks. After all, from seeing most of the girls on Kevin's track record, he'd have to be drunk beyond belief in order to stomach being around them for the night.

Connor was stumped. He was also starting to panic. He had no idea what to do! Kevin usually told Connor about his dates a few days in advance, but Katie came up so suddenly. He had nothing planned.

Kevin, on the other hand, was feeling equally stuck at the moment. He hated to admit it, but Connor was right. Being proved wrong made Kevin feel somewhat murderous. Kevin had one nerve left, and Katie was dancing on it.

To say Kevin was annoyed was an understatement. It turns out sweet, cute, innocent Katie with big breasts wasn't the picture perfect, real life anime character he had hoped for. They weren't even two drinks in before Katie started slurring her words and began blabbing about their 'future Las Vegas wedding'.

Kevin felt a tight, panicky feeling in his chest as they approached the apartment. Kevin hoped and prayed Connor was mad enough to sabotage their evening of now inevitable one sided sex.

Luckily for him, Connor was already one step ahead after feeling behind for so long. After careful consideration and possibly a few tears, he started to put his (what he would call, genius) plan into action.

Connor, although being a man himself and not having much, all be it any experience with women, he knew how their minds worked. For example, a woman wouldn't appreciate coming home to her date's apartment and finding porn magazines on his bed. Kevin didn't own any of those generic girly magazines. With all the girls he brought home, he didn't really need to get off to semi-naked models.

Fortunately for Connor, he was lonely. He had some very special material in his arsenal. And by arsenal, he meant under his mattress. He knew as soon as Katie saw a copy of Twinks Weekly sprawled out on Kevin's bed, she'll go running with her tail between her legs. The look of gay porn magazines on Kevin's bed seemed satisfying, but Connor felt something was missing. Perhaps a vibrator would add to the effect… Connor's eyes sparkled with inspiration.

"Come on, Kev, s'all good…." Kevin gagged at the smell of Katie's breath, which smelt like way too many shots of tequila and stale cigarettes. Not wanting to be familiar with the scent, (and not wanting to be tasting it in his mouth for the next three days) he desperately tried to push Katie away after five, (yes, five) attempts she made at shoving her tongue down his throat.

The eighth floor couldn't come fast enough. Kevin cursed himself for wanting the highest apartment in the complex as he was pushed against the elevator wall as it took an eternity to reach the top. Katie gave up on Kevin's lips and moved to his neck, the unpleasant feeling of sticky lip gloss kisses being planted just above his collar bone making him shiver. The sensation of Katie slobbering on his neck mixed with nightmare provoking thoughts such as oh Christ what if the elevator gets stuck gave him a headache-stomachache combination of epic proportions.

Kevin had nothing to lose except maybe his dinner. Katie, way more intoxicated than Kevin, followed behind him in a drunken stupor as they walked down the hall. Please, God. Jesus. Buddha. Zeus. Any God that I can relate to. Help me. Kevin had a hard time reaching for his keys, with the alcohol affecting his motor skills and Katie already burying her hands under his belt. He turned the keys in the lock as slowly as he could, wincing as he heard that satisfying click. Come on, Connor. You're my only hope.

They walked into the darkened apartment, Kevin breaking out in a cold sweat as he noticed that it looked….normal. Too normal. He had time to stall, of course. Watching Katie try to guess which door led to his bedroom bought him a few more seconds to pray.

"C'mere, Kev…." Katie hiccupped, giving a crooked smile as she found Kevin's bedroom door. Well, this was it. Kevin walked slowly towards his room, thinking about how his life had been somewhat forgiving until this moment. Thinking about what he might have done to deserve this, and what priest he could call in order to get forgiveness. He didn't have any more time to think when Katie yanked Kevin by his tie. Connor…please.

Connor always believed staying in character was key. It's essential for an actor. No matter what happened, you had to remain cool and play your part. He was reminiscing about times he's had to improvise lines in school plays while sitting in the darkness of Kevin's room. But tonight…he wasn't taking on his persona of Peter Pan. Tonight…was different.

"Kev…who's that…"

"That's…um…"

"I'm his lover, silly!"

Connor gleamed. Kevin blushed. Katie…well, who really knew what she was doing at this moment. All that mattered was the amount of leather, vanilla yogurt (at least, Kevin was hoping it was yogurt) and flexing red head lying on his bed right now.

"Kev, who's the broad?" Connor smirked, noticing Kevin was staring. Kevin's eyes wandered over Connor's form, trying to comprehend whether he should be angry or relived. "Connor…what are you wearing…." Connor tried his best not to flush light pink as Kevin's eyes burnt a hole through him.

"Oh, this? I decided to slip on your favorite little outfit before you got home…" He licked his lips noticeably. Kevin shook his head, slightly dizzy. He had no idea how Connor could possibly call that tiny little leather excuse for a thong an 'outfit', let alone his favorite.

"Kev… get 'im out of 'ere…." Katie hiccupped, grabbing Kevin's hand. Kevin was too pre-occupied to notice. He realized this was the most he had seen of Connor. He was not a stranger to the casual walk in when he was in the shower, followed by the nearly shrieked apologizes. But this… this was different. Never in his life had he seen such sheer milky skin. Kevin's attention was switched to Connor's legs as he shifted, noticing his thick thighs, and how barely noticeable stretch marks contrasted his snow white complexion.

Kevin snapped back to reality after he felt Katie teasing at his belt again. "I can't… he is… my, uh… my lover…" Connor had to smirk to hide his blushing cheeks. Hearing Kevin call him his lover? Well, boyfriend would have been nice, but the word 'lover' made him tremble.

Katie giggled. It wasn't exactly the reaction both Kevin and Connor were hoping for, but that's what happened. Tiny, drunken squeaks came from her throat, before she broke off into a chorus of coughs. "Kevin! You aren't gay….c'mere…." Katie mumbled, beginning to lift her shirt over her head. Kevin panicked. He did the first thing that came to mind.

He jolted towards the bed and grabbed Connor by his shoulders, taking into note how the skin felt as if it was blushing as he touched it. Without a second thought, and before Connor could even react, his lips were attacked with vigor. Kevin's tongue snaked its way into Connor's mouth, muffling a seemingly accidental moan.

Suddenly, Connor was able to grasp a hold of the situation. Kevin was kissing him. Kevin Price was kissing him. His insides exploded into a frenzy of butterflies, their wings matching the color of his deep red cheeks. He could taste Kevin. All the sweet seductive flavors that he had been dreaming about were attacking his palate and he couldn't have been happier.

Kevin peered his eyes open, not even noticing he had actually closed them in the heat of the moment. He noticed Katie was still standing there, frozen in shock. He couldn't help but chuckle, but it came out as a low moan, causing Connor's libido to sky rocket to god like levels. To snap that final bit of Katie's sanity, (and unintentionally fray Connor's in the process) Kevin moved to straddle Connor's waist, not breaking the heated lip lock, and staining his shirt in the makeshift post-masturbation residue.

Kevin's heart leapt in his chest as he heard the front door slam, knowing this meant Katie had chosen defeat. Connor had heard it too.

But he didn't stop kissing Kevin.

Even as he felt Kevin try to pull away, he grasped onto the back of Kevin's shirt, his grip relentless. Even as he heard Kevin's desperate attempt for some air, he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He had waited too long for this. Way too fucking long.

Kevin was finally able to break free of the redhead's vice like grip, his lungs begging for air. "Connor, she's gone!" He panted out as Connor let go of the now wrinkled fabric of Kevin's shirt. Kevin rolled off the bed and collapsed onto the floor, greedily filling his lungs with oxygen.

"Connor….."

"…."

"Connor, are you listening?"

"…."

Kevin licked his lips, which were covered in a mixture of his own and Connor's saliva. "Connor… I'm… I'm sorry…. You were right…" Kevin sighed, hoping that the sound of him admitting defeat would snap Connor out of his very well justified lusty haze. Regardless of whether Connor was listening or not, he continued to speak.

"I guess I should thank you… for saving my sanity tonight… and… protecting me from making a huge mistake… you're really the bestest friend a guy could ask for…"

Kevin craned his neck as he heard Connor giggle.

"Bestest?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I'm always here for you… you know that…"

"I know… it's just….god damn it, I'm such a fucking mess…."

"You're my fucking mess."

"Connor?"

"Yes, Kevin?"

"….Where did you get that thong?"

"…Don't ask…"

Kevin lay back on the floor, the alcohol still buzzing through his system making the carpet feel a lot more comfortable. They both lay there, completely content by each other's company.

Connor fell asleep, still blushing deep red.

And if he had looked over the edge of the bed a little bit more, he could have seen that Kevin was doing the same.