Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Tree Bros- Vacation

Evan put down his school bag, collapsing on his bed. "I'm so, I'm so just, just done."

Connor chuckled, putting down his bag and sitting down next to Evan. He pulled Evan into his lap, stroking his hair. "Awe, are you tired baby?"

Evans response was muffled, but Connor still heard it. "I'm tired of school."

Connor stayed silent for a moment, running his hands through Evans hair as he thought. "Well... maybe we can take a break."

"Break?" Evan asked, looking up at Connor. "We can't, we can't skip school Connor, because then we, we wouldn't have exemptions, and I, I need those."

"No, not like that." Connor said, his voice instantly soothing Evan. "We have spring break soon. Why don't we go on vacation or something?" Connor asked.

"That's sounds, that sounds amazing, but uh," Evan nervously chuckled. "I think you uh, forget? Uh, forget how little money I have."

"Oh, don't worry about the money. My family has a fuck ton of it, and they won't miss a few."

"I don't know." Evan said, sitting up. "I just... I worry I guess? I'm just, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Connor took Evans hands, running his fingers over them. "It'll be fun, I promise. It can be only us, enjoying the beach. Besides, my parents have a beach house they like, never use..." Connor trailed off, studying Evans face. "Or we can not go. Whatever you want to do, baby."

"I... I want to go. I want to be with you." Connor smiled, pressing a kiss on Evans forehead. "I'll text you later all the details. And don't be scared to ask questions, okay?" Connor kissed Evans nose, making Evan laugh. "It'll be so much fun, I promise."

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"So... is this, is this the beach house? It's bigger than, than my own house." Evan mumbled, holding his stuff.

"Yeah... sometimes I hate being rich. Like, why'd we even buy this? What was the point? I think the last time we've been here was when I was like, ten. It's stupid." Connor put his stuff down, instantly stripping.

"Woah, oh god, I'm sorry." Evan turned away, his face instantly flushing.

He heard Connor chuckled and move closer to Evan. He jumped slightly when he felt Connors cold hands under his shirt. "Shit! You're so, you're so cold!"

"Sorry sweetheart," Connor said, not removing his hands. "Come on Love, I want to go swimming. You coming?"

"Are you, do you have...?" Connor rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his lips. "Yes Evan. I have my swimsuit on. And sunscreen."

"Oh." Evan put his hands down, trying not to stare at Connor as he took off his own shirt and cover up shorts. "Okay. I need to, I need to put on sunscreen, do you have a hat? Oh, did you bring goggles? We'll need towels too..." he trailed off as Connor held up a large bag.

"Sunscreen, towels, snacks, umbrellas, sun chairs, goggles, sand toys, and water."

Evan smiled wide, his stress disappearing. "You're my savior."

Connor kissed his forehead, running a hand through Evans hair. "And you're mine. Now, let's get down to the beach before all the good seats are taken. How's that sound, sweetheart?"

"Perfect." Evan said, confidently taking Connors hand.