Hi guys!

I don't know if I'm the first writer to do this, but I wanted to write an Mpreg! story of Coliver, but I run out of good storyline, and it just keeps imitating my storyline for the Klaine Mpreg Story I made. So, I decided to just do the same story, replace Glee characters to How to get away with murder characters. I just really hoep that you will like it. And please I beg you, if you don't want to be spoiled. Do not read the Glee/Klaine story yet. It will lose its appeal.

Hoping that this will be a better version.

"He was my biggest mistake, but my favorite lesson."

Connor was kneeling down on his right knee, both hands out in front of him, holding a red box with the platinum ring safely sitting in the center.

"I don't know how to start…." Connor gulped, and slightly shifted his posture, "but all I want you to know is that I cannot wait to spend my life with the person I love most. Will you marry me, Julian?"

Suddenly, Connor's phone rang, interrupting him from his practice, and rushed to the night stand of his hotel room to grab his iPhone.

"Hey, Stranger," he said, grinning as he accepted the call from his fiancé—soon-to-be fiancé—he corrected himself.

"Hi babe, how's your morning?" Julian answered anxiously.

Upon hearing his boyfriend's voice, Connor's demeanor fell. "Okay, what is it this time?" Connor snapped.

"What do you mean?" Julian started innocently.

"Stop it, Julian!" Connor half-yelled into the phone. "I know that tone, it's your please-don't-be-mad-at-me voice, and you are stalling, which you only do when you know you need something, so just tell me what you need right now."

"I—it's just…" Julian gulped loudly, "I know we've been planning for this vacation for so long and…" he gulped again, "and I am so sorry, I cannot make it."

"What the hell, Julian?" Connor shouted angrily. "I'm already in Las Vegas. I prepared everything for you. It's our anniversary for fuck's sake!"

"But you were there for a whole week for a business trip," Julian tried to reason.

"It doesn't make a difference, Julian! We've planned this trip for so long and you bailed on me. AGAIN!" Connor shouted that last word, emphasizing how he felt by being stood up over and over again. "What is it that's more important to you than this? Than us?"

"It's not that it is more important, it's—"

"Get to the point, Julian," Connor sighed and plopped down on the bed.

"It's work."

Connor was not even surprised that it's about Julian's job again.

"My boss offered me a job and I cannot refuse it," Julian paused, waiting for Connor's response, when he received none, he continued. "Connor, you of all people know how much I wanted this promotion, right? How hard I worked for it. This is my dream and I'm just one step away from getting it."

"I know that… and I get it, so accept it," Connor said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what the big deal is."

Julian laughed humorlessly. "There was a downside when I accepted the job offer." Connor didn't miss how Julian used the word 'when' and not 'if'. "I'll be transferred to Washington," Julian whispered.

Connor jumped up from his position and started pacing the hotel room. "Julian! What the hell are you talking about?" He walked to the closet, took his suitcase out and started packing his things. "Julian you cannot… just can't… "Connor breathed in deeply and continued. "Julian, I'll be there in a few hours, so we can talk about this like all normal couples do, okay? I'll just call Asher to book my flight."

"Connor… Connor, I'm already at the airport. There was a complication, so the company needed a fast replacement. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity and I agreed immediately. So I'll be flying to Washington right now," Julian explained.

Connor dropped all his things and slid to the floor, his back pressed to the side of the bed. "And you didn't consult me or ask me if I would agree to this?"

"You don't control me, Connor! I don't need your permission." Julian sighed frustrated. "I just... I'm sorry. Please, please try to understand me," he pleaded.

"I'm trying, Julian. But what does it mean for us?" Connor sobbed.

"I'm sorry Connor… please I'm sorry…" Julian sobbed from the other end of the phone. "We can still work it out, I promise. I'll fly out during the holidays. You can visit me during the weekends. We'll find a way. We always do. Please, Con. Wait for me," he begged.

"I don't know if I can anymore, Julian. This is not the first time that you made me feel like your work is more important to you than me," Connor banged the back of his head against the bed.

"Con.."

"Is it always going to be like this? I will never be your priority."

"That's not true, Connor. You know that I love you," Julian said.

"I never doubt your love. I just need your time," Connor paused. "Last chance Julian, me or… or your work?" It sounds ridiculous, even for Connor, to ask such stupid question. Connor waited for Julian's answer, but deep down he knew what his boyfriend's response would be.

"I'm sor—" Connor didn't wait for Julian to finish, he threw his phone against the wall and watched the shattered parts drop to the floor. Connor stood up from his spot on the floor, trying and failing to straighten his shirt. He was wearing his Navy Blue jacket, the one that he would have worn on his proposal. He then proceeded to the lobby of the hotel where the bar was located. He was so out of it that he didn't even notice the people's glares and complaints when he bumped into them. He just continued to walk until he found an empty seat and sat down on a bar stool.

Connor ordered and drank until he can't remember why he was drinking.

"Thank you for coming here with me," Oliver snuggled into his boyfriend's side in the backseat of a Nevada taxi cab. "I promise that this will be the best weekend of your life," he tried to whisper seductively, but let out a loud cough.

Paxton, Oliver's boyfriend chuckled mockingly. "Disgusting! I have your spit in my ear," Paxton ungraciously wiped the ear next to Oliver's mouth. "Can you move? You're crowding me here," he demanded and turned to face the window.

"I'm sorry," Oliver bowed his head, making his coke-bottled black glasses slid down towards the tip of his nose. He gripped the handkerchief he placed on top of his knees, unwilling to shed another tear because of his boyfriend's attitude. They continued to ride quietly until the cab driver saved them from the awkward silence by announcing their arrival at their hotel.

Paxton opened the passenger door and let himself out while he waited for Oliver to finish paying the driver. A bell boy helped them with their bags, and guided them to the main lobby.

Oliver went straight up to the receptionist to check into their suite. He turned his head towards his boyfriend while he waited for the receptionist to finish, and saw his boyfriend openly flirting with a blond, hunky man. He self-consciously looked at himself and sighed. He was used to his boyfriend's flirty personality, but he couldn't help but to feel undesirable and unwanted.

"Mr. Hampton… Mr. Hampton, this is your key and the spare key you requested," the receptionist handed Oliver two card keys. "Welcome to Millennium Biltmore. Enjoy your stay," she said joyfully.

Oliver coughed and mouthed a thank you to the lady. He then walked towards Paxton, who was still busy talking to the blond guy. Oliver coughed loudly, announcing his presence. Paxton looked at him and rolled his eyes before saying 'later' to his companion, and with a last wink he dismissed the blond man.

"What was that?" Oliver asked silently while they walked down the hallway. Even though he knew that Paxton was the one in the wrong, he still felt that it was wrong of him to question their relationship. "With you and that guy earlier, I mean."

Paxton let out an exasperated noise and turned around to face Oliver. "He means nothing. They all mean nothing, only you. Okay?" he gripped both of his boyfriend's shoulders and kissed Oliver sweetly, knowing it will make his boyfriend turned into jelly. "Why don't you go to our room first and take your medicine? I can feel that you are burning up. You wouldn't want to ruin this trip for me, right?"

Oliver eagerly shook his head. "No, no. I don't want that."

"Good. So just go there and rest first," Paxton encouraged.

"But what are you going to do?" Oliver asked while he fiddled with his handkerchief.

An expression of panic momentarily spread across Paxton's face, but he easily relaxed his face and answered.

"I'll make a tour around the hotel to get ideas for what we can do all weekend," he tried to assure Oliver.

"But I already did that. I looked at their website and the brochures they provided—" he started to explain but Paxton cut him off mid-sentence.

"Don't question me. Just go and rest, okay? I'll be back in no time." And with that, he took the spare card key from Oliver. "Be ready for me, I'm going to make your world rock tonight." Paxton whispered seductively, and fled to the other side of the hallway.

Oliver sighed, shifted his messenger bag onto his right shoulder and went to their room.

"Room 1905," the bell boy announced, and helped Oliver inside the room.

He entered the room, dismissing the bell boy and put his bag inside the closet, but not before taking out the small container that held his pills.

Oliver went to the other side of the room and took a bottled water from the refrigerator, then uncapped the orange container, ignoring the warning of extreme drowsiness induced by the medicine from the prescription pasted on it, and swallowed two pills at once. He grabbed his suitcase, his hands trembling as he reached for the red underwear that his best friend forced him to buy. He then proceeded to the bathroom and took a warm bath, to prepare for this night.

Oliver really hoped that this night will be amazing. He and Paxton have only been dating for a few months, but he already felt that Paxton is losing interest in him. He arranged this vacation, hoping that this magical trip would salvage their failing relationship.

Oliver finished his routine, but Paxton still hadn't arrived back to their room. He tried calling Paxton, but his calls went straight to voicemail. He gave up and started watching TV, trying to keep himself occupied for the mean time.

After a few minutes, Oliver could already feel himself struggling to stay awake; determined to make the best of tonight, he turned off the TV and got up to look for Paxton. He staggered for a little bit, but held on to the nightstand to keep himself steady. He slowly walked towards the elevator and used the walls to stay balanced. He stumbled on his feet and fell backward, landing on another person.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Oliver cried out, sitting back; he tried to compose himself despite the rush of pain he felt in his head. "I'm sorry," he tried again. Fortunately for him, the other man, who was wearing a Navy blue jacket, didn't seem to care and just got up and started walking again, without glancing back in Oliver's direction.

Oliver made a painful noise, still sitting on the floor. He removed his eyeglasses; put his hands on his head before letting it drop down onto his knees. He flinched when someone touched his shoulder.

"Sir, sir, are you alright? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?" a staff member of the hotel crouched down to his level and tried to soothe him.

Oliver tried to shake his head, but it only added to the pain. "No need to, I just… I just need some rest. I'm okay," he tried to assure the employee, but failed when he fell back down when he tried to get up.

"Please let me help, just let me help you to your room." Oliver nodded his head and the staff member helped him to his feet. The man looked down and saw the dropped key card. He picked it up, assuming that the number on the card was the guest's room, then slowly walked to Oliver's room and helped Oliver to the bed, covering him with the blanket.

"Is there anything else that I can help you with, sir?" The man asked politely.

"Just the curtain, the lights are killing me," Oliver replied with raspy voice.

The personnel nodded, and closed the blinds using the room's remote, making the room to be in pitch black.

"Thank you," Oliver said before falling asleep.

The bellboy smiled at the sleeping man one last time before exiting the room. He caught a glimpse of the room's door that read '1906', and then proceeded to go back to the lobby to finish his shift.

Connor didn't know how many hours he wasted just drinking. He didn't even feel that he had slept on the bar until Sly woke him up. He is one of the bartenders that Connor occasionally talked to when he wanted to unload during his business trip.

Connor tried getting up from his spot, but fell back ungracefully.

Sly motioned for one of the personnel to help Connor. The employee helped him get up and put one of Connor's arms around his shoulders.

"Sir, may I have your key card?" The man asked Connor. Connor tried to steady himself and used his other arm to pat his pockets. When he couldn't find his card, he just shrugged dismissively.

"Room 1906," the bartender supplied. The worker raised his eyebrow at his colleague. "Connor Walsh. That is his room number; ask your manager for validation and ask for the master key," the bartender added while cleaning the table top.

"Yes sir," the employee replied, and did what the bartender ordered.

When his manager confirmed that it is indeed his room, the employee helped Mr. Walsh to his room, and used the master keycard to open the locked door. But even before he let himself inside and helped Connor to the bed, the drunk man stopped him.

"I'm okay. I can take it from here," Connor untangled himself from the man's shoulders, gave him a 20 or a 100, he didn't even know or care for that matter, and entered his room.

The door closed automatically behind him and Connor noticed that the lights were turned off. He tried but failed to find the switch, so he just blindly walked towards his bed, tripping over several items on his way.

His knee bumped into something and realized it was the bed. He undressed himself, only leaving his boxers on and plopped down on it. He rolled to the left side and gasped when he felt someone lying beside him.

"Babe?" Connor started, as he shook the other man awake. "Babe, is that you?"

That someone made a sound in the affirmative and squeaked when Connor tightly embraced him from behind.

Oliver rolled over and even though he could not see Paxton's face clearly because of the darkness and because his mind was still hazy from taking the pills, he cradled his boyfriend's face and whispered to him. "You're back," Oliver said, voice still rasped from the cold.

They softly kissed, Connor softly biting Oliver's lips, grateful for other man's presence.

"You're drunk," Oliver simply said, when he tasted scotch from the other man's lips.

"Coz I thought… I thought I lost you." Connor whispered on the man's mouth

Oliver was momentarily confused why Paxton would say that, when it was supposed to be him who should be worried that he is losing his boyfriend. "Never," Oliver still replied though, and the grip around his waist tightened. "I know we've been in a rough patch for the last few months, but I want this to work. I want us to work."

And Connor couldn't help but be more in love with his boyfriend at that time. That's the only thing he wanted for Julian to say, us. He was really happy that for the first time, Julian picked him over his work.

"That's all I ever wanted," Connor moved so that he was on top of the other man. He sat on his abdomen, and leaned over to kiss him again. "I love you," he said while he unbutton his boyfriend's upper garment.

"I love you, Pa-"Oliver tried to reply, but when he felt his boyfriend's tongue circling his left nipple, he can only gasp.

Connor continued to suck on the nipple before slowly licking down to his boyfriend's abdomen, leaving a wet trail of saliva. He unbuttoned the pants, and unzipped it. He mouthed on his boyfriend's cock over the underwear. "Mmmhhmm."

"Please," Oliver begged, wriggling his legs, so that his boyfriend will help him out from his pants and underwear.

Connor helped him removed it, without leaving his mouth from the boyfriend's genitals. He licked a long strip from the base to the tip, and then just sucked the tip with his lips and tongue.

Oliver grasped the hair on back of his boyfriend head, can't decide if he wanted to push his boyfriend's mouth all the way or pull him from it because he would have come earlier than necessary. He decided that the latter is the best.

"Inside me," Oliver begged, "please."

With a one final suck, Connor obliged. Connor hitched his boyfriend's legs to his shoulder, and dove to his butt hole.

"Aghhhh!" Oliver shouted in pleasure, when he felt his boyfriend's tongue inside his hole. "Fuck!" He cursed. Oliver doesn't curse much. But this is the rare moment that deserve a well-deserve profanity.

Connor smiled when he heard that sound of desire from his boyfriend. He slowly circled his tongue inside the hole, then retracted it to suck on the outer skin, then putting his tongue again to lap it with his saliva. Connor then slowly inserted his middle finger, with his tongue still inside, as deep as he can and crooked it, hitting his boyfriend's prostate.

"Aghhh!" Oliver shouted, grabbing the sheets on the either side of the bed, he can't even form coherent words on how good his boyfriend in making his eyes water with tongue.

When Connor stretched his boyfriend enough, "I want to feel just you, nothing between us," Connor requested. "Just you and me, remember?"

"Yes," With Oliver's mind being occupied by the hot breath on his hole; he can only answer with that one word, forgetting an important fact on his life that unprotected his sex is not an option for him.

Connor stretched his arms out and felt the nightstand's drawer, taking out the lube he used the other night to relieve himself, foregoing the condom stash beside it. He put some on Oliver's hands and grabbed both of their cocks and rubbed them together.

"Baby, please," Oliver begged, he wanted to feel his boyfriend's cock inside him before he come.

Connor then returned to his previous position and hitched both of his boyfriend's legs onto his shoulders. Connor slowly entered Oliver and started to thrust in and out.

A mixture of groans and moans were released. Connor leaned over, so that he can kiss his boyfriend while his hips thrust repetitively.

"I lo- ahh... love you… hnghh... so much…" Oliver's hands tightened in Connor's hair as the man above him, increase the speed of his thrust.

"I… Love you too," Connor replied, burying his face on Oliver's neck, sucking it so he can admire the mark he made the following morning.

"More. Please. More… Argghh!" Oliver shouted, and the other man obliged.

Connor pushed more and was surprised when his chest was pressed to boyfriend's; with only the other man's bare legs keeping them slightly apart.

'Julian wasn't this flexible before.' Connor's thoughts were disrupted when his boyfriend released the most delicious moan as his boyfriend came across their stomachs. Connor thrust faster and faster until he released his seeds inside Oliver. "Ughh!"

Connor released his grip on Oliver's legs and slowly pulled out of Oliver. Oliver winced when there was nothing filling him anymore, but moaned again when he felt his boyfriend's tongue lapping at his hole. "Hmnnn... ahh..."

Connor grinned, licked it for a second longer, and brought his lips towards his boyfriend's. "I love you so much," he sighed. They lay there for a few seconds, reveling on how good that was.

Connor then stretched to the right nightstand and grabbed the ring box. "I can't imagine anyone to be with right now, but you."

Connor took his boyfriend's hand in his and slid the ring on his finger. "Marry me," he whispered.

Oliver eyes widened and traced the finger on his hand. "Wha—What?"

"I know, it's not the proposal you dreamt of, but I can't wait to be—"

Oliver grinned, he now understood why Paxton was being distant. His boyfriend was going to propose to him. It made sense. Oliver pulled him in for another kiss, he didn't have to answer his boyfriend vocally.

"As long as you're there, then it's the best proposal," Oliver said. They shared one more kiss, and Oliver rested on top of his boyfriend—fiancé—he supposed, still fiddling with the ring on his finger.

"I love you, Paxton."

"I love you, Julian."

They said simultaneously and closed their eyes. Not even a second after, they both snapped their eyes open again. Letting go of each other like they'd been burned, they instantly scrambled away until they were on opposite sides of the bed, putting a safe distance between themselves.

"Who's Julian?" Oliver asked worriedly and grabbed the comforter to cover himself, feeling insecure that his boyfriend said another man's name.

"Who the hell is Paxton?" Connor demanded angrily.

They both fiddled with the table lamps on either side of the bed and gasped upon realizing that they had just sex with a complete stranger.

Story Title: Stare A Little Harder – Oliver's dialogue when Canon-Connor kept looking at a guy on his humpr profile.

Title Reference: "What happens in Vegas…"-Nevada's motto of the sin city.

Story Summary: "When life throws you a curve ball, hit it out of the park." Connor's grandfather always say to him. But what if Life throws you a baby, how will you even respond to that? Mpreg AU!

Chapter Reference:

-"make my eyes water" - it was actually Paxton dialogue, but I want it to be a Coliver scene. Just how I imagined how Connor makes their eyes water with his tongue.

Story Outline:

-Connor and Julian's break up

-Oliver and Paxton scene

-Oliver going in Connor's room

-SEX

-Coliver surprised by the others' presence

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