Treebros Oneshots

Hands

“Go! Go! Go!” Connor screeches.

He and Evan race through the door, into Evan’s house. They slam the door shut, trying to keep the cold out. Evan shivers, letting out a shaky breath.

Connor follows, flopping on the couch face first “Fuuuuuucccckkkk!” He screams into a pillow.

He rolls over and attempts to curl himself into a ball and sink into the couch. Evan smiles and throws a blanket at him.

“Right? Wasn’t it like… 70 yesterday?”

“It was cold yesterday too!” Connor whines.

“Not as cold as today”

“61” Connor mumbles.

“Hm,” Evan takes off his jacket and sets it on the back of the couch.

Connor looks at him through the corner of his eye before growling “How come you’re all toasty while I still feel like a human popsicle!”

Evan furrows his eyebrows “Because the heaters on and therefore I’m not cold anymore?”

This response causes Connor to growl again and sit on his hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to warm my fucking hands!” Connor shifts and when sitting on his hands didn’t work anymore, he put them in between his thighs.

Evan was just staring at him.

“What are you looking at?”

“I-er. Nothing”

“You think I’m a freak because your all warm and shit while I feel like I have hyperthermia!?”

“Yes. I mean no! No, I don’t!” Evan starts to panic.

Connor stares at Evan before rushing to his side and sticking his hands under Evan’s shirt.

“Ah! Connor! What the hell?!” Evan tries pushing his friend away but Connor would just dig his nails into his stomach.

    “Wow! You should be, like, a professional hand warmer” Connor rolls his eyes, smiling.

Evan on the other hand was pushed as far back into the couch as possible, gripping the sides, and hyperventilating. Connor frowns and stops pushing his hands to Evan’s side.

“Dude chill out… I’m not gonna fucking rape you…”

“No…” Evan clears his throat “...No, I know, you just scared me”

Connor smiles “Sorry?”

Evan just nods and starts to relax. Every once in awhile, Connor would flip his hands over, which would make Evan flinch.

Finally, Connor’s hands were warm.

“Whoo. Nice and toasty” He flexes his hands and smiles at Evan who was asleep