#trans!evan

Barty lay sated, chest still heaving, in Evan’s bed, smirking slightly at the man reclined next to him in the rumpled sheets. It was only after the haze of the past hour started to slowly wear off on him that he realized Evan wasn’t looking at him in exactly the same way. Instead, Evan looked…troubled. His cheeks were pink, sure, and he seemed happy with his efforts, but something was clearly bothering him.

“Morning-after regrets?” Barty drawled, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend, trying to pretend like he wasn’t actually a bit worried.

The taller man snorted. “No,” he said shortly. “Just…thinking.”

“Thinking?” Barty repeated, tilting his head to the side.

“Wishing,” Evan added, eyes faraway.

He took about half a second to consider that before heaving a sigh. “Listen, Rosie, you’re gonna have to be more specific about what it is you’re wishing for because you’re hurting my ego, here,” Barty said, humor infused in his tone, terror making his heart thrash.

At this, light eyes flickered to Barty, eyebrows furrowing. “It’s not you, Bee. You’re…perfect.”

He tried not to flush at that. When they’d gotten together a few months ago, he’d dealt with a lot of shame, not only for being attracted to a boy, but for how much he loved it when Evan took control. Even still, the way his body heated with Evan’s praise made him a bit embarrassed. Still, he bit at his lip and focused. “What is it, then?”

“I just…sometimes wish I could…actually…” Evan trailed off, then made a gesture to his lower half, then to Barty, grimacing.

Instantly, Barty understood. Evan’s trans-ness had never been a problem for them, not once. They always found a way to make things work. He was not going to break that streak now. Especially with something that he didn’t even see as a problem.

Rolling his eyes, he scoffed, grabbing for his boyfriend. “Rosie,” he said with a laugh, pulling the pouting man closer. “Rosie. Rosie, Rosie. If you don’t think I’d gladly take a strap up my arse for you, then you’re obviously out of your fucking mind.”

Instantly, Evan’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “When can we go shopping?” he asked lowly, eyes wide.

art trade with @shaundrawsthings.

they gave me my salty boi so heres their trans boy uwu. 

J: So, we got a new member in the support group and he’s a little... uh... unexperienced. yeah that

J: So, to welcome him into the community, we’ll let you ask us a few questions! A ton of questions!! Just ask us questions, we don’t have all day!!

C: Whatever, hurry the fuck up I’ve got shit to do.

AU where Jared, Connor and Evan are trying to survive their transitons the best they can! Ask them some questions and also help them out? Boys are gonna need a lot of support.

Oh! And Alana is here too!!

Both Barty and Evan stared, open-mouthed, as the surgeon took the bandages off of Evan’s body, revealing two long, thick, red lines cutting along his chest.

“Oh my God,” Evan murmured. He’d always been a man of few words, but it was clear by the reverent tone of his voice that he was thrilled. Slowly, very stiffly, he turned this way and that, staring into the mirror with rapt fascination.

“I’ll say,” Barty beamed, licking his lips. “How long before he can do physical activity?”

The doctor nodded professionally. “Usually four to six weeks before any sort of heavy lifting or sports, depending on how the wounds are healing. I’d advise–”

“No, doc,” Barty interrupted, giving him a leering smile. “I mean…physical activity.” He waggled his eyebrows to make his meaning clear.

Evan finally looked away from the mirror and snapped his gaze over to the doctor, clearly also thoroughly interested in the answer. 

“Erm. It depends on how physical,” the doctor started, looking deeply uncomfortable.

“How do you feel about ropes?” Evan asked softly, smirking as well.

Evan had always been a bit shy when it came to sex. Not that he didn’t have his share of rather-intense and somewhat-taboo desires, but sharing them was something he’d always been nervous about. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if it was because he was trans or simply because his family was about as chaste as they came, but either way, talking with Barty about his more-carnal fantasies had been scary enough the first time. So, stepping into a store dedicated to sex?

He was this close to melting into the floor.

The only things that propelled him through the door were Barty’s hand in his and the idea of actually being able to properly rail his boyfriend into the mattress. Still, as soon as a very well-meaning clerk in the store asked them what they were looking for, Evan lost all ability to speak.

Thank God for Barty.

“This one needs a cock,” Barty said cheerfully, comfortable as could be as he jerked his chin towards Evan, who gaped, mortified. “I’m just here as the sugar daddy.”

But to Evan’s utter relief, the man, Fabian, just laughed and guided them to a wide array of toys. He took the time to explain the pros and cons to many of them, bantering along with Barty’s jokes and answering Evan’s soft questions. He even showed them how to work remotes and straps, making Evan laugh when he handed Barty one of the pieces of silicone and then used a remote to make it move, causing the man to jump and drop the toy in shock. He talked so freely, and Barty joked so easily, that soon, a lot of Evan’s nerves melted away. 

And when they finally paid for their purchases and Barty leaned in and whispered heatedly, “This’ll look so fucking hot on you, Rosie,” Evan was able to smile confidently and smirk down at his boyfriend.

E: My name’s Evan Hansen and um… I just… found out what transgender means?

J: Pft,dude you didn’t had to say that.

E: Oh… sorry

E: But um, in my defense they’re um, they’re like 80% legs only and- and I haven’t started taking hormones s-so, uh, yeah.

C: What- you- you do know T doesn’t inherently makes you grow, right?

J: Yeah, it’s not like froot-loops or something.