This is a purely self-indulgent ask, but I do not care whatsoever. Disgusting man Evan Rosier... I need him in a room with og Belsh. Now. I am not joking. I want to see what will happen; what your thoughts are on this. Because I can imagine og Belsh would be, well, disgusted by this Evan, at least on the surface. But God (me) knows, deep down, og Belsh is just as vile and disgusting as the Evan before him.
i swear you'll never see dirty man evan rosier again omfg i'm literally so embarrassed that he even exists. so ehm little moodboard cause this is the last glimpse of this guy you're getting in the next 10 years
now back to the frat bros amateur porn. i promised a microfic, but i'm suddenly getting inspired and i want to see where this leads me...
dirty man evan is probably that son of rich family friends who've been going to harvard for generations. totally insufferable. you talk to him for 10 seconds and you're almost certain he used to drug girls in college to sleep with them. except he's always hanging out with twinks?? hello??? he constantly smokes weed and drinks beer; listen to horrible music and slaps the guys he likes on the ass cause they have a good ass and he wants to slap it. it's impossible to count the number of times he's been caught in the middle of coming down some random guy's throat and for some reason his mother is still looking for a wife for him. belsh is sooo disgusted by this... guy.
he, instead, is a respectable man. he went to college to graduate with honors and aim for a prestigious job, not to fuck twinks. not that there haven't been twinks in his life. just certainly not in his parents' bedroom with the door open or in a classroom in the middle of the morning. he throws up when he sees a sweaty tank top and jeans.
they meet at some wealthy family gala. actually, at first belsh doesn't even notice evan's existence, because he behaves. his parents put him in a suit and fixed his hair. he introduced himself by shaking belsh's hand firmly and disappeared as soon as the conversation started to get boring. what a good, nice young man! until they all go to sleep in some mansion and belsh starts hearing loud af moans coming from the room next to his at 3am.
(completely off topic but this actually happened to me while i was in greece. the couple next to my and my best friend's room had some fun at 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. i should've recorded the noises i would've done numbers on tiktok omfg)
anyway, belsh wakes up and can only to fall back asleep after an hour of daddy and please. he has horrible dark circles under his eyes the next morning. he makes a mental note to find out who the hell is sleeping in the next room, so he can kill him. and who could it be, if not our dirty boy?
this is the beginning of a one-sided beef that lasts the entire week that giant gala takes place. belsh now hates evan. he's his biggest enemy of the week, and he starts to watch him carefully. not that there's much to notice, his routine is pretty simple: he leaves his room around noon and drinks; he spends the afternoon playing video games, watching stupid youtube videos, or playing basketball with some kids who adore him. he smokes all day and has sex at 3 am with someone whose identity belsh can't figure out. not that he cares. belsh watches him do all this while he reads the newspaper, studies the stock market, and discusses politics or any other boring topic with the other guests. it's a chance to perfect his rich man's laugh.
belsh is such a complicated character toast, would you say he's good at hiding his hatred? anyway, i still think he and evan are the same person in two different fonts, so even if he was... well, evan still notices it. he can't help but see how the handsome boy who-is-not-his-type-at-all is trying to kill him with his gaze. he feels the contempt he radiates and it excites him. it's a challenge. and he never backs down from a challenge.
he starts buzzing around belsh, testing the waters. first he smiles at him, then sits down at the table where he's having a conversation and follows it with interest. then he offers him a cigarette. then a drink. and belsh keeps himself superiorly out of all these games evan's playing; in fact, it's from the height of his superiority that he ends up in evan's room. of course.
it's one of the most disgusting places he's ever set foot in. there are stains on the carpet, dirty clothes thrown everywhere, it stinks, evan's probably never opened the window. but when he starts to rethink all his choices, he turns and see evan already shirtless on the bed, smiling, andddd fuck it.
it's ridiculous, there's no way belsh is doing anything with this asshole. (evan takes his pants off). there's no way belsh is doing anything but top this asshole. they start making out aggressively on the bed; evan is all muscles, strength and grunts, so different from the curves and high-pitched sighs belsh's used to. he grabs belsh by the hair and tries to roll with him on the bed to get on top, and it takes belsh a while to realize what the hell is happening; he has to actually fight for dominance. he slides a knee between evan's legs, and he gasps and gives up immediately. too easy.
he smiles, satisfied, and evan spits in his face.
fuck. belsh will say he doesn't remember much about that night, but he does remember it. the way he entered evan with absolutely not enough prep, how evan's eyes widened in pain and how, groaning, he wrapped his legs around belsh's torso. he remembers evan's muscles glistening with sweat. he remembers evan's furrowed brows and grunts of pleasure as he fucked him so hard the bed practically jumped with each thrust. he vividly remembers slapping evan at one point, flipping him over on all fours, and coming on his back. and going back inside.
he remember evan laughed when belsh called him a whore, but that immediately after evan came untouched with a loud moan. god, it was even louder sex than the one that woke him up. they must've kept the whole floor awake.
he grabbed evan by his disgusting, stained tank top to push him more easily against his hips, suffocating him a little. the sound of skin on skin, the creaking of the bed boards, the moans... evan took out his phone to film the whole thing, as belsh wiped the cum from his chest with evan's now-destroyed top. it's hard to forget that night, when he periodically goes back to watch the video.
it's absolutely shitty quality, recorded between the pillows, in the dark. but if belsh turns the volume up to full, he can hear evan's grunts and a few "more." and if he increases the brightness, there's a piece of white skin illuminated by the moon. it's the curve of evan's ass as belsh pounds into him.
just a few seconds, then the phone drops, and from there everything is pure darkness.
