*Troye's POV* 

"I'm gay." I froze, completely, forgetting to even breathe as I laid there. The only part of me that was moving was my heart, thudding at a dangerously fast pace in my chest. Though that wasn't what I'd been expecting him to say, it wasn't really shock I was feeling. I couldn't really put a name to the emotion, it just felt like every nerve in my body was on fire. 

It's not like he'd surprised me, I knew he was gay, there was just something different about hearing him say it. There was no assuming or guessing, it just was. That, and it gave me a weird sense of pride that he'd finally told me, that he trusted and cared about me enough to.

I was in the process of trying to decide if our friendship was supposed to change at all now that I knew, when I noticed he was shifting around on his bed a lot. I furrowed my brows, listening intently seeing as my back was still turned to him. I wonder what he's- fuck! I forgot to reply to him! He's probably freaking out right now! God, I am such an idiot.

"Oh?" I blurted, more concerned about replying itself than actually taking time to plan what I was going to say. Only after I said it did I realize how insanely stupid it was, knotting my fingers up in the blankets and shoving some of them into my mouth. It's official, I'm never speaking again, it's probably for the better.

"You don't sound very surprised." He said quietly, the usual pep completely absent from his voice. I only felt more guilty now, wishing I could just sink into the mattress and come back out when I was ready to have this conversation. I mean, I'm ready to hear it now, I'd just like to plan out all my responses in advance so I don't end up making a fool of myself or hurting him with my own stupidity. 

"It was kind of obvious at times." I replied, slightly distracted as I continued trying to figure out how to filter what I said in my head. I was still thinking about it when a soft sniffle had my body tensing all over again, my eyes going wide. Is Tyler crying? He's never cried before, how big of a deal is this to him? "Hey, are you crying?"

"No!" He blurted immediately, sounding almost offended I'd even accused him of it. I bit my lip, trying to decide what to do next. I could comfort him, that's what he needs right now. How do I do that? He's always been the one to comfort my sorry ass and he's so good at it. He knows just what to say to distract me or make me laugh. How do I do that? I'm not charismatic or smooth like him, but I still have to try.

I took a deep breath before rolling over, scooching until I was sat at the very edge of my bed. I peered down at him curiously, squinting my eyes as I tried to make out his features in the dimly-lit room. All I had to go by was a bit of moonlight, thankfully the streak of it was shining directly through my window and onto the floor where he was laying. Still, the moon wasn't big tonight, the light only really glinting against his eyes so I could see them but not the rest of his face. They looked so sad, all I wanted was to make him feel happy again.

"Tilly?" I asked tentatively, biting my lip nervously as I waited for him to respond. He didn't say anything, though after a few seconds a quiet whimper filled the room. I felt my heart drop to my feet again, almost feeling like crying myself at just the thought of him hurting that much. "Hey, it's fine, of course I'm okay with it. If anything I'm ecstatic, now we can talk about cute boys together!" I didn't tell him that he was the only cute boy I'd ever talk about, I figured that was a bomb to drop for another day.

"Y-Yeah." He stuttered out in response, making me frown at how unsteady his voice was. I'm so used to the confident Tyler that always knows exactly what to say. I'm not saying I don't like this side of him too, I just really wish I knew how to make him feel better.

After that we fell into a less-than-comfortable silence, both of us practically holding our breath as we anticipated what the other would say next. I'd really expected him to be the first one to speak up, but as the seconds ticked by I couldn't take it anymore, shifting my arm out from under my to reach down and cup his shoulder softly.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, my eyes flickering over where I knew his face was, despite the fact I couldn't see it in the dark. He took a deep breath, seemingly planning out his response. I'd been expecting him to come back with some sort of huge explanation with how long he took, surprised when he simply chuckled breathlessly and shrugged under my touch.

"I don't know!" He blurted, sounding so out of character it was physically paining me. Was he really that stressed about this? How had I never noticed before? 

"Come up here." I stated, not even hesitating or thinking about how awkward our situation had been just a few moments ago. I didn't care, I just wanted him near. I may not be used to being the shoulder to cry on, but if he'd taught me anything cuddling was a pretty good distraction at the very least. 

I watched as his head turned toward me, his face suddenly illuminated completely as the clouds in front of the moon likely cleared, giving me a clear view of him. I only felt worse seeing the tear tracks all over his face and how puffy his eyes were. He seemed to be studying me, almost like he was trying to consider if he wanted to take me up on my offer or not. Oh yeah, he can't see me yet considering the moonlight only hits his half of the room. I rolled over quickly, turning the lamp on before returning to that side of the bed.

My smile dimmed only slightly when I was once again met with the heartbreaking sight of Tyler's face covered in tears, but I tried not to let it get under my skin as I reached a hand down to him. He sat up as he took my hand, sitting on his knees as he wiped his cheeks off with the sleeve of his free hand. I waited until he was finished before gently pulling him closer, helping him up onto the bed.

Of course I didn't expect him to immediately move to cuddle me, though I couldn't help but feel a little hurt when he settled on the very edge of the mattress, as far away from me as possible. I curled into a ball facing him, hugging my knees to my chest in both an effort to warm myself up and make sure I didn't get the chance to do something stupid like just reach over and smother him. Ugh, I wanted to though, I wanted to hug him to me and bury my face in his neck and mutter exactly what it'd take to make him feel better. 

He was staring up at the ceiling, still looking forlorn as his eyes flickered around the glow-in-the-dark planets. I knew I should be focusing on trying to figure out how to comfort him but he just looked so gorgeous right now, I couldn't really bring myself to focus on anything at all.

"I'm so proud of you." I mumbled distractedly, not even really registering that I'd said it as I reached up and ran my hand through his hair. I'd meant for it to be a quick thing, though I ended up doing it again, eventually ending up giving him a full-on massage as I played with his hair. It was so soft and the little grin he got on his face whenever I so much as touched it was quickly becoming addictive.

"You already knew, what's there to be proud about?" He spoke up suddenly, his eyes flickering over to me. Up until then I thought he'd fallen asleep with his eyes open or something, actually slightly relieved that he hadn't. As difficult as I found trying to comfort him, I still wanted his company.

He didn't look as upset as earlier though, so I was praying I was part of the reason. That didn't mean he was over it though, he may have tried to make his voice sound indifferent when he spoke up but his eyes told a completely different story. If he really didn't believe me I'd just have to tell him what there was to be proud about.

"You didn't know that I knew and you can never be sure how a person will react. It took a lot to say that, therefore there is a lot to be proud about." 

"Well, thanks I guess." He muttered, still sounding upset as he crossed his arms over his chest. I sighed under my breath, deciding to let the conversation die off again and drifting my attention back to his hair. A couple times I thought I was going to fall asleep like that, propped up on my elbow playing with his hair. It was a good thing I didn't though, considering I would have fallen right on top of him once my elbow gave out. He kept me awake with a series of adorable hums, letting me know just how much he was enjoying this.

In return, I wasn't going to let him fall asleep either, stopping my ministrations when his eyes would flicker shut. He grumbled and pulled the covers up to his chin, still refusing to open his eyes again.

I knew he was just joking around, but I couldn't shed the fleeting worry that he might actually fall asleep. It was probably selfish, but I wasn't ready to end this moment, no matter how awkward it had been. So, the obvious thing to do, was to ask the first question that came to mind.

"So, um, if yo don't mind me asking, why did you kiss all the girls-"

"Dares and popularity stunts. I didn't enjoy any of them in the slightest." He was so quick to reply he cut me off before I'd finished the question, his answer so blunt it left me at a loss for what to reply with. Well, at least he was getting back to his usual confident self.

"Oh." I ended up replying, distractedly looking up at the ceiling again as I thought about what he'd said. He had never had any feelings for the people he kissed. He didn't even enjoy them. Do they still count as kisses? Well, technically they were still kisses, but not real kind. Not the kind that mattered any. It wasn't the physical act that mattered, it was the emotions that were attached to it. Therefore, as far as I was concerned, he was as much of a kiss virgin as I was. "So, technically... You haven't had your first kiss either?"

"Well, I guess it depends on how you look at it, but really I have-"

"I'm going to look at it that way, so I don't feel like such a loser for not having my first kiss." I interrupted, deciding it was my turn to cut him off. I was grinning anticipation, knowing what his reaction would be to my teasing. I smiled even harder as I watched him roll his eyes, his lips twitching as he obviously tried to fight off that familiar genuine smile I'd missed.

"You're not a loser, Troye." I quirked my eyebrows at this, disbelief etched on every one of my features. It wasn't an insult or anything, I knew I was a loser and I was sort-of almost... proud of it? I don't know, I just wasn't nearly as self-conscious as I used to be. I was happy with who I was, for the first time in as long as I could remember. I had Tyler to thank for that.

However, I wasn't feeling particularly thankful of him a second later when he reached out and shoved me back into the pillows. I let out a giggle as I hit the mattress, totally ruining my act of annoyance. I quickly tried to cover it up by grumbling under my breath unconvincingly, debating what other ways I could show my very real and not-at-all-fake annoyance. I listened to his giggling for a second longer before making the spontaneous decision to kick him under the blankets, my bare foot colliding with his shin after uselessly flailing around trying to find any part of him at all.

I want to be his first kiss.

 "Okay, fine, you're a bit of a loser." Tyler laughed, giving in and admitting what we both knew. I didn't really register his words though, my mind still reeling over the thought I'd just heard.

"Mmhmm." I laughed distractedly, cursing my imagination yet again as an array of different first kiss scenes played out in my head. We could do it right now. I could roll over and straddle his hips and kiss him. I mean, technically he did already say he wanted to.

I rolled over to face him, fantasies about what his lips would feel like still dancing through my mind. I mean, sure he'd kissed my cheek, but this was different. Way different. I was probably blushing crimson in embarrassment at how out of control my thoughts had gotten, but Tyler didn't seem to care. He was staring at me nearly as distractedly as I was staring back, a content little grin on his lips.

I was still caught up in my own thoughts when he suddenly jumped up, rolling onto his hands and knees before reaching over me. I followed his outstretched hand with my eyes, realizing he was reaching for the lamp. I frowned slightly, thankful all of his attention was on the task and not on me. I didn't want to go to sleep yet, not when the alternative was staying up talking to him and cuddling him and just being with him.

I was in the process of trying desperately to wipe the frown off my face when he let out a surprised squeak, not even giving me time to tense up before he was falling on top of me. The sudden weight knocked the breath out of me, the only sounds in the room my gasping and the lamp smashing against the floor. He didn't even pick himself up immediately, just laying draped across my chest and sighing deeply. 

"Well, at least we can be losers together." I giggled finally, deciding I didn't want to start a fire with the tipped over lamp. Mom would never trust me home alone again and I wasn't willing to risk that. I shoved Tyler off me as gently as possible, reaching down for the lamp and putting it back in it's place. I turned back to Tyler with a smirk, fully intending to tease him over his fuck-up.

Something sarcastic was on the tip of my tongue but it was never said as I got lost in his eyes, my heart thudding steadily in my chest as I tried to read what he was feeling. He didn't have the sadness in his eyes like earlier, but he didn't seem comfortable exactly either. I was still trying to decipher his emotions when the long day started to take it's toll on me. My eyes drooped shut slowly, despite my efforts to keep it from happening. I felt my head sink into the pillow, slowly but surely drifting off into dreamland.

I was half-asleep, though I couldn't manage to get any further as I was continuously yanking the blankets up further around me. It never helped though. I was willing to bet it had more to do with wanting my particular favorite type of heat rather than the fact I was cold. All I could think about was the fact Tyler was as far away from me as possible, the space between us feeling like miles despite it being no more than two feet.

I scrunched my face up, shivering slightly as I let my eyes drift open again. They went wide when I seen Tyler literally only had a corner of the blankets, draped across his stomach. The rest of him must be freezing. I mean, it wouldn't be that weird to ask him to snuggle, right? Solely to warm-up, of course. It had nothing to do with how I liked having him near, or how soft his hair was, or how comforting it was feeling or listening to the steady beat of his heart as I drifted off to sleep.

"Would it be weird for us to snuggle now?" I asked finally, deciding it was pointless at this point to even try to fight the urge. I watched him quickly turn back in my direction, meeting my gaze before letting his eyes drift lower. I blushed, suddenly thankful I'd been clutching the blankets to my chest to stay warm.

"Are you implying it wasn't weird for a 'straight boy' to snuggle his gay best friend?" I rolled my eyes, though I knew he was telling the truth. Our cuddle sessions had never been just platonic, and there had been tension between us from the very beginning.

"So I take that as a no?" I sighed out, wanting a clearer answer. I had been expecting a vocal reply, not him sliding over beside me and immediately letting his head drop on my chest. I couldn't help but grin, immediately lifting a hand to play with his hair. I only got halfway there when his freezing hand landing on my stomach though, my muscles involuntarily tensing and a barely audible gasp escaping my lips. My hand that had been reaching for his hair was frozen behind his head in mid-air and I subtly let it fall back onto the bed, deciding we had more than enough physical contact going on right now.

Neither of us spoke, leading me to wonder if Tyler even realized that his hand being on my bare-skin like that was innapropriate. Not that I really had a problem with it, but in general, friends do not let their hands rest that close to their friend's crotches. I think there's like a general rule that anywhere below the navel is off limits if you want to keep it even mildly platonic. Besides, he should realize how sexually frustrated I am, how dare he try to pull something even vaguely sexual when I-

My thoughts, and my ability of any coherent though really, was wiped away when his hand slid even lower. My eyes went wide, feeling his fingertips stop only when they hit the waistband of my pants.

"T-Tilly!" I squealed, my hips betraying my and lifting in an effort to move his touch somewhere else. As soon as I realized what I was subconsciously doing I let them promptly fall back onto the bed, mentally scolding myself a thousand times over. However, I quickly realized I would come to regret that as well, realizing I'd settled slightly further to the right, meaning his hand had wound up sitting over my happy trail. It also didn't help that the movement had my pants sliding even lower, now just barely resting above the slight bulge I should not have had.

Fuck. This is hot. Really hot.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to feel now that I knew where Tyler stood. He knew damn well what he was doing to me, it's what he'd intended to do to me. Well, at least now I knew he couldn't really judge me for getting turned on by it.

"What?" Tyler replied, causing me to take a deep leveling breath as I tried to remember the last thing either of us had said. Oh, was he replying to when I squealed his name? Fuck, how does he expect me to respond to that? It's like he's purposely trying to make it more awkward for me, that cheeky little shit.

Suddenly I felt determined to get him back and turn the tables, biting my lip as I tried to figure out how to throw the awkwardness right back at him. I wasn't good with words like he was, but he's probably not expecting me to just go along with it either. I stared at the ceiling with a determined expression, sliding my hand down my chest and letting it settle on top of Tyler's, wordlessly telling him not to draw away. Two can play at this game.

"Nothing, your hand's just cold." I whispered, not even really recognizing my own voice when it came out husky and low. I didn't let my surprise show though, determined to at least seem like I had things under control as I let my thumb run over the back of his hand. I felt him tense against me, a smirk finding my face.

"Oh... Sorry." He muttered, his voice sounding unfamiliar as well. Not like mine, more the fact that it was nervous and clearly flustered. I was used to him making me flustered, not the other way around, it felt kind of nice to call the shots for a change.

"It's fine, it'll warm up soon. I'm gonna try and get some sleep, night Tyler." I replied, pleased with how casual I made it sound. He nodded against my chest, his fingers flexing under my hand and unintentionally tugging on my hair.

"Night, Troye." He replied quietly, his mind clearly not really involved in the conversation. He nuzzled his face further into my chest, letting a content sigh fill the room before we both went silent. I let my eyes flutter shut as well, though I had a nagging suspicion sleep wouldn't be finding me any time soon. Earlier I may have had trouble drifting off due to the coldness of the room, but now it felt like the opposite. Everything was hot, almost overwhelmingly so.

The first thing I was met with when I woke up was the annoying blaring of my phone. I groaned, flailing my arm out and feeling around my bedside table blindly. I was still half-asleep as I picked up the phone, my eyes opening groggily to stare at the screen. Who the hell was calling? It's still dark outside! As my eyes focused I let out a soft sigh, reading the name on the screen. An unknown number, who the hell?

"Hello?" I whispered after I'd answered, remembering to be cautious of the boy sleeping next to me. Actually, it was more like on top of me now that I looked over at him. Sometime during the night he must have rolled over on top of me, now sprawled out over me with his head resting in the middle of my chest.

"Why are you whispering? Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice asked, making me roll my eyes as I realized exactly who the hell was calling. Her question dripping with suspicion and making it clear she definitely suspected she was interrupting something.

"Yeah, my fucking sleep. What do you want?" I snapped, remembering to keep my voice hushed as I spoke. 

"My cellphone is dead and I forgot the charger. I just wanted you to tell Mom when she gets back that I'm going on a roadtrip with my friends and won't be back til late tonight." She informed me, her tone surprisingly level despite how sassy I'd been with her. I was about to just agree and hang-up when I remembered she'd been at a co-ed party and realized exactly what Mom would say when I told her.

"Are there boys with you? You know Mom's going to ask." I sighed, remembering how difficult it had been for her to convince Mom to let her go at all. 

"Are there boys with you?" She replied immediately, making my eyes flicker down to the boy sleeping on my chest. A smile found it's way to my lips as I watch his brows crease in his sleep, his nose twitching adorably and making me wonder what he was dreaming about. Maybe I'd try to read his mind after I got off the phone.

"Yeah, but-"

"Are you in bed with a boy right now?" I sighed, knowing she'd just see right through it anyway if I tried to lie.

"Sage."

"Are you fully dressed?" This question caught me off guard, my eyes drifting down to where my shirt should have been. I mean, it's not like we were naked, but not fully dressed either. Also the fact my pants had literally slid halfway down my thighs now made me have to wonder if that really counted as wearing them. I knew exactly what she'd think about my silence, not surprised when she chuckled before replying. "That's what I thought. So if Mom asks, kindly remind her I'm not the only one she has to worry about getting involved with boys."

"I hate you." I sighed, deciding to just go along with it. It was her problem if Mom got mad anyway, not mine. Besides, I really just wanted to go back to sleep at this point.

"I know you do. Tell Tyler I said hi, sorry for waking you up."

"Did you just apologize? Who is this and what have you done with Sage?" I was then followed with the ding announcing she'd ended the call, though it didn't really upset me that she'd hung-up. It just meant I could get back to sleep sooner. I glimpsed at the bright screen of the phone, my jaw dropping when I seen 5am. Is she serious? What kind of roadtrip is she going on that she needs to get up this early for?

I propped myself up on my elbows, taking a deep breath to steady myself as I attempted to shimmy my pants back up onto my hips. It worked, however, it also made the fact the bulge in my underwear hadn't gone down any since earlier as it rubbed up against Tyler's thigh. I blushed despite knowing he was asleep and would never know it happened, still fervently embarrassed. 

I fell back into the pillows, gritting my teeth when Tyler adjusted his position and once again brushed up against me. However I let out the breath I'd been holding when he finally settled, feeling more relaxed now that he was less on top of me and more beside me. I let my eyes fall shut, breathing deeply as I decided sleep was my best option here, it's not like I could duck into the bathroom and take care of it with Tyler cuddled up to me.

It was still all so new to me, getting frustrated all the time like this. I guess it was what normal teenage boys had to put up with, but not me. I could literally count the times I'd masturbated on one hand, and those times it'd only been because I was curious what it felt like, not because I got so turned on I had to. 

The second time I woke up it was much more peaceful than the first, the room silent aside from Tyler's steady breathing now somewhere near my ear. I didn't open my eyes to inspect his change of position though, instead laying there and relishing in the way he was gently running his fingertips up and down on my stomach. He didn't drift as low as last night, making it clear it wasn't supposed to be a sexual gesture so much as just an intimate one.

"Troye, wake up." He purred softly, his breath hitting my ear and causing me to shiver noticeably under him. Still, I didn't move to open my eyes, curious to see what he'd try next to wake me up. He sighed quietly, his head falling against my shoulder and giving me a better idea of his position. 

I may have actually fell back asleep for a few seconds as I waited for him to make another attempt at 'waking me up', though I was certainly jolted back awake when his soft fingertips turned into his nails pinching my hip. I let out a squeak of disapproval, trying to jump away from him and failing when he pressed all of his weight against me harder, pinning me under him. I sighed and simply fell back against the mattress, rolling my closed eyes at Tyler's content sigh.

"Morning." Tyler beamed cheerily, nuzzling his face into my neck instead of my shoulder. I wasn't complaining, enjoying the feeling of his warm breath given how cold the room around us was. "Troye, don't you dare fall back asleep, I'll pinch your nipples next time."

"I'm awake, I'm awake!" I laughed after a moment's hesitation. He'd never know that the seconds of silence before my reply was because I'd been considering whether or not I liked the idea of him pinching my nipples.

"Good. I'm hungry." He announced expectantly, like he was just assuming I'd jump up and rush to go make him breakfast. Instead I shrugged my shoulders under him, using one of my hands to pull the blankets further up over us. This was meant to show that we were going to be staying in bed for a while yet and that I had no intention of getting up anytime soon, however Tyler didn't seem to get the message, his hand gently gliding up my chest. Just before he actually did pinch me I groaned loudly, catching his hand in mine and digging my nails into his palm.

"I'll get you food in five minutes, now leave me alone." I snapped, immediately regretting it when I realized how grumpy I sounded. I couldn't help it, I was never a very tolerable person in the morning.

"Fine then, but remember you asked for it." Tyler snapped, sounding more teasing than actually offended. I let out the nervous breath I'd been holding then, only to gasp a moment later when he threw the covers off of us and a rush of cold air hit me.

"W-What are you doing! It's freezing!" I squeaked, my eyes flying open as I squirmed to reach the blankets pooling at my feet. In the end I had to sit up to grab them, though as I did so I noticed Tyler getting out of bed beside me. "Where are you going?" I cursed myself for how needy and sad my voice sounded, knowing he was probably just going to the bathroom or something.

"Leaving you alone like you asked, remember?" He beamed, turning and giving me a hugely fake smile. However, it was still the first time I'd seen him today, and I'd be lying if I said just-out-of-bed-Tyler wasn't the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

I watched him turn back around, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and making me shiver just thinking about how cold he probably was.

"Tilly, don't be stubborn. Come back to bed." I begged, sliding my hand out from under the blankets to grab his. He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression still bitter and unimpressed.

"No, if I let you drag me back in there I won't eat for days." I rolled my eyes at his over-exaggeration, trying to think of some way to tempt him. Food. What better way to Tyler's heart than food?

"If you give us ten more minutes in bed I'll make you pancakes." I offered, looking up at him through my eyelashes pleadingly. He seemed to consider, still sitting on the edge of the bed and very visibly freezing. I could literally see the goosebumps on his arms, yet he made no comment about it or even moved to get back under the blankets. He was so damn stubborn.

"Make it waffles and you've got yourself a deal." He replied finally, turning his body to face me and pulling his legs up under him, sitting on his knees. I felt cold just looking at him. He was wearing basketball shorts and the sleeves on his shirt only reached his elbows, there was no way he was even slightly warm in that outfit.

Yet I couldn't just say yes to his offer, knowing for a fact that we didn't have any waffles in our freezer. I mean, I could lie and say yes, but I'm fairly certain he would strangle me when we walked downstairs and I told him I didn't actually have any food for him.

"We don't have any waffles, we'd have to make them from scratch."

"Well, just how much work are you willing to go through for me?" I bit my lip, considering for a moment. I'd watched my mother use a waffle iron once before, it couldn't be that difficult. Besides, it would have been work to make the pancake mix anyway. It was worth it.

"Get over here." I sighed out in defeat, watching his features light up as I lifted the covers for him. He ducked under speedily, immediately throwing an arm over my chest and hitching a leg over my hips. It was like he was trying to get as close to me as humanly possibly, clinging onto my tightly with a satisfied hum. I tried to ignore how cold he was, instead concentrating on warming him up as I let my hand slide up and down his back.

"How many more minutes until you make breakfast?"

"Nine and a half." I replied blandly, rolling my eyes at his impatience. He didn't reply immediately and I actually believed he'd let us fall into a comfortable silence, when he cleared his throat and spoke up again.

"What about now?"

"Nine and a quarter." I sighed out, glaring down at the top of his head. I couldn't see his expression from this angle, but I could just tell he was smirking happily at his own antics. After that things were silent for what felt like a couple seconds but was actually two minutes when I looked over at the clock.

"You're wide awake now anyway, we should just get up." Tyler pleaded, squeezing me to him tighter like that would help me make the decision.

"But it's cold." I pouted, still trying to cling to the shattering shards of my restraint. I already knew he was going to get his way before the ten minutes were up, but if I cracked before even halfway it'd just be sad.

"Put a sweater on." He offered, clapping a hand on my bare stomach as if to enforce his point. I slapped it away though, sighing loudly.

"No." I replied shortly, listening carefully for his next complaint. I was beginning to actually get used to silence when it was interrupted by a loud grumble, the unmistakable sound of Tyler's stomach growling like a beast straight out of Hell filling the room.

"This is your fault. I'm slowly decomposing right next to you." He sighed out dramatically, his arm abandoning my stomach to be thrown forlornly over his eyes. I know it was meant to be sarcastic but I couldn't help but feel a bit bad, especially knowing how much food meant to him. I let my head fall back against the pillows in defeat, slapping his back before pointing to the other side of the room.

"You are so needy. Go get me a sweater out of my dresser, top drawer to the left." He immediately jumped up at my order, looking back at me with a grin. I expected him to dart off after that, shocked when he quickly leaned in and pressed his lips against my forehead.

He jumped up and started across the room then, thankfully with his back turned to me so he couldn't see that I was blushing from head to toe. I was so distracted with trying to calm down my blush that I didn't realize what he was doing until his signature witch cackle filled the room. I sat up quickly, my eyes going wide when I seen which drawer he was looking into.

"That's not the left!" I snapped, watching as he clutched his chest to get his laughter under control. Only after he managed to did he turn back toward me, a devilish smirk on his lips and his eyebrows wiggling up and down.

"Sexy underwear, Sivan. Lots of bright colors." He giggled, winking at me before turning back and closing the drawer. While he busied himself with tugging a sweater out of the over-stuffed drawer I tried to get my even-worse blushing under control, likely crimson after that wink he'd just given me. It was probably meant to be sarcastic, but something about it had me feeling hot all over.

He turned back to me, an annoyingly cheery smile still on his lips as he sauntered over and sat on the bed beside me. The blankets had ended up strewn over my lap when I sat up so quickly, making it easy to pull the sweater over my head as soon as I snatched it from him.

After I'd pulled it on I took a deep breath before letting my gaze drift back in his direction, immediately regretting it when I was met with that stupid smirk and his dark eyes travelling up and down my body. I reached out and shoved him without thinking, grabbing a fistful of his shirt when he started to fall backward off the bed. That still didn't mean he was off the hook though, even if I'd saved him from falling.

"Stop looking at me like I'm some sort of sex fiend! It's not like you opened the drawer to a bunch of thongs and assless underwear!" I snapped, letting go of his shirt to grumpily cross my arms over my chest.

"What's wrong with thongs and assless underwear?" He replied immediately, his expression dead serious and making me regret my choice of words. Does he wear thongs or something? Should I take that back? My unsurity must have been shown pretty clearly on my face, considering Tyler was laughing and cupping my shoulder reassuringly a moment later. "I'm kidding, ya twink. Let's go get some food already, I'm starving."

"You're a dick." I muttered, watching as he jumped up and started toward the door, an eager skip to each of his steps. With  a quiet sigh I decided my most dignified option would be to slip out of bed while his back was turn, begrudgingly letting my legs kick the blankets the rest of the way off first.

"Let's go!" Tyler beamed, looking back over his shoulder, clearly happy to see me out of bed for the first time today. I pushed my slippers out from under the edge of my bed, toeing them on just in time before Tyler threw an arm around my waist and started tugging me toward the door eagerly.

By the time I made it down the stairs Tyler had already rushed ahead of me into the kitchen and I could vaguely hear the sound of glass clinking as he likely rummaged around for a before-breakfast snack. I scoffed at him, deciding to make a detour over to the electric fireplace and turn it on before worrying about breakfast. I was beginning to get quite hungry too, but I'd rather not feel like I was walking through the arctic tundras while trying to mix up a meal. I was still leaned over messing with the settings when a pair of arms unexpectedly wrapped around my waist from behind, trying to drag me backward to no success.

"Tyler, cut it out, I need to get this thing to the right temperature." I laughed, trying to wiggle out of his embrace. He sighed heavily in my ear, stopping trying to pull me away but not fully letting go, instead just clinging to me as I finished up with the task.

"I'm hungry." He pouted in my ear, his head resting against my shoulder comfortably, his lips occasionally brushing against my neck when he spoke.

"Go eat something to tide you over." I replied snappily, straightening back up as I finished turning it on. He sighed even harder then, letting his legs give out and leaning all of his weight against my back.

"I did, I ate a whole banana waiting for you." He said dramatically, like it was the saddest thing I'd ever hear. I rolled my eyes, reaching down an unclasping his arms from around my torso, forcing him off of me before starting to the kitchen ahead of him.

"Tyler, I've literally only been at this for thirty seconds at most, it's not my fault you eat like a hungry lion." I laughed, watching as he ducked past me into the kitchen at the last second, clearly wanting to be the first in. I walked directly past him to the cupboard we barely ever opened, knowing the waffle iron was buried somewhere in there. I got down on my knees and started looking for it, listening to the sound of Tyler crunching down on whatever snack he'd found now. 

Eventually I managed to locate it, covered in dust and in the very back buried beneath everything else. It had always been so much easier to just buy waffles from the store and we were a pancake family anyway, nobody had used this thing in a year. However, it should probably still work. Hopefully anyway, or I'm going to have one unbearable Tyler to put up with. Speaking of which, I glanced over my shoulder, smiling as I watched him lather a baby carrot in ranch before clumsily shoving it into his mouth. I didn't call him out for looking like an idiot and smearing the dressing all over his chin, deciding it'd be better for his ego to go on not knowing I'd seen the mishap.

"Can you look me up a recipe on my phone? I have to see if this thing still works." I called, making sure to drift my attention back to the counter as I sat the iron down, not wanting him to know I'd been watching him. He groaned like the idea of putting off eating for even a second was utterly painful, but a moment later I heard him padding across the kitchen. I didn't look up from the appliance as he hoisted himself up onto the counter beside it, pretending to be extremely focused like I knew what I was doing. Really all I had figured out so far was that the light lit up red when you plugged it into the wall, which I was taking as a good sign.

"Okay, I've got a recipe, what now?" He said eagerly, reaching out to tap my shoulder when I didn't immediately reply. I sighed, deciding to worry about the iron in a minute and looking up to meet his gaze.

"Watch this doesn't catch on fire while I gather up the ingredients."

"You're asking an awful lot of me." He said sarcastically, earning an annoyed scoff and eye-roll from me as I headed over to the cupboard where we kept most of our baking ingredients.

"What's first?"

"Eggs, flour, milk, vegetable oil, white sugar, baking powder, salt, and vanilla extract." I went for the eggs and milk first, retrieving them out of the fridge and setting them next to Tyler. I went back to the cover then, repeating the ingredients he'd listed in my head, making a little jingle out of the list so I wouldn't forget any.

I managed to find most of them without any trouble, organizing them all in a neat little line on the counter. It wasn't often I baked anything, but I actually enjoyed it when I did. There was one pesky ingredient that I just couldn't seem to locate though, coming up short with a box that looked 'good enough'.

"Is baking soda the same as baking powder?" I asked hopefully, praying I wouldn't have to go back in looking again. Tyler laughed like what I'd asked was totally ridiculous, his eyes never once looking up from his phone screen as he replied.

"No, it's not. Try again." With a sigh I turned back, deciding to see if some idiot had put it into the wrong cupboard. Either that or we just didn't have any, which would really suck after getting everything ready like this.

"Found it!" I shouted excitedly a few minutes later, digging it out of the cupboard that was normally reserved for after-school snack foods like cookies and pudding. I didn't question it though, just happy that we actually had some of the stuff. I walked back over to the counter, slightly annoyed to see Tyler still wrapped up in his phone.

"Okay, how do I start?" I asked, purposely raising my voice more than necessary. I didn't want to sound irritated or anything, I just wanted to make sure I got his attention.

"Beat the eggs with a hand beater until fluffy and then just mix in all the rest of the ingredients in no particular order." He explained quickly, the directions seemingly easy to follow. With a determined 'okay' I set to work, cracking the eggs on the side of the large bowl and whisking through them hastily. 

As easy as it had sounded from the start it didn't exactly prove to be. I mean, sure, the directions were easy to follow and it was probably turning out how it was supposed to, but I was making a total mess. Batter was all over the counter along with random drifts of flour, the floor in no better condition. 

"Ugh! It's getting everywhere!" I groaned, dropping the beater in frustration for the hundredth time. I looked expectantly for Tyler's reaction, sighing when I got nothing more than a glimpse in my direction and a soft apologetic smile. Why wasn't he teasing me? Normally that's all he'd be doing in a situation like this one.

After that I gave Tyler just as much regard as he was giving him, which was clearly nothing considering neither of us said another word until the batter was finally finished and ready to go on the iron. I coated everything in non-stick pray first, concentrating as I attempted to pour the first case full.

"Fuck!" I cursed, my hand just-barely brushing against the heated metal and feeling like it'd touched Satan himself. I coiled it back immediately, clutching it to my chest and biting my lip as I waited for the pain to subside. I was about to go run it under cold water when I felt Tyler's fingers wrap around my wrist, my eyes flickering down and watching as he forced it away from it's hiding place on my chest. He flipped my hand over curiously, his eyes studying it studiously.

"Did you burn it?" He asked finally, causing me to give him the biggest 'Duh, you idiot' face I could muster while in pain.

"No, Tyler, I just really hate the feel of kitchen appliances, it had nothing to do with it's temperature-"

"Oh, shut-up. Do you want me to kiss it better?" He asked cutting me off. My eyes went wide, my heart betraying me and beating much faster at the thought despite the fact I was trying to be angry with Tyler.

"No." I replied finally, surprised when it actually came out half-believable. I turned back to the task at hand then, filling up the entire iron without another mishap. However the first mishap continued to sting the entire time, constantly reminding me of the fuck up.

It wasn't until they were all finished and I was beginning to stack them onto one plate that I felt the first light dusting of flour hit my cheek. I brought a hand up, sure enough seeing the powder on the back of my hand when I withdrew it. I looked over at Tyler, surprised to see him fully alert now, a mischievous little smirk on his lips. Did he just throw flour at me?

I decided to ignore him, concentrating as I reached over and unplugged the now-empty waffle iron. No fires and the food actually looks half good, I consider this a success. I was quite proud, eager to try them and see how they turned out. Though as I reached for another plate, I felt the flour just lightly hit my cheek again, glimpsing over and actually catching Tyler flicking some of it at me. 

"Fuck off." I snapped, sounding even angrier with him than I was. It's not his fault or anything, I just like to know I'm more interesting than his phone. I think he's more interesting than my phone.

At first Tyler seemed a bit taken-aback by how short with him I was, though a second later his cheeky persona returned and swerved his leg out and kicked me lightly above the knee.

"Make me." He replied with, an unspoken challenge glinting in the eyes that made me both nervous and excited. I absentmindedly scooped a handful of flour off the counter, debating it for only a second before biffing it at Tyler's hair. As if me fighting back was the key to set it off he grabbed a handful right after and threw it back at me, purposely aiming for my hair now, likely to get me back. 

As I started to run out of stray flour and the majority of it ended up on the floor, I really thought we were going to draw or play fight to a close, surprised when he did the opposite. He shoved the waffle iron back out of the way, sliding further down the counter so he was sitting directly in front of me. I looked up tentatively, locking eyes with him and silently questioning the move. However, while I was busy getting lost in his eyes, he seemed to be planning something else entirely, his legs suddenly coming up and wrapping around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I squealed, my shocked screech turning more into a playful giggle as he let himself slip off the counter, hugging to me in another koala hug. He was heavier this time though, like he was purposely trying to drag me down to the floor. I tried to fight it but eventually he got too heavy and when I tried to sit him down, he only clung tighter. I groaned, my knees finally buckling as sending us both clumsily toppling down together. However, I, being smart, tried to grip the counter to soften both of our falls. However, I, being the clumsy idiot I am, managed to grab the bag of flour instead.

I gasped as we both fell, Tyler softening my blow slightly with a loud grunt as his back hit the floor and I landed on top of him. I'd just started trying to lift myself off of him when the small flour bag hit my back, a cloud of white exploding around us and provoking coughing fits from both of us as we clung to each other. Though I'd been trying to peel myself away from Tyler a second ago I was now burying my face into his neck, panting as I tried to breath in the flour-saturated air. Eventually it all settled though, breathing becoming a lot easier and suddenly making the position we'd ended up in a lot more noticeable. I was on top of him, his legs spread wide on either side of me from when they'd slipped off my waist during the fall. 

I nervously raised to my hands and knees, trying to ignore the heat in my lower abdomen as I looked down at Tyler from this angle. My mind was insisting on imagining the same position but with less clothes. Tyler was looking up at me expectantly, his hands knotted into fists in my shirt.

"You are so helping me clean this up." I said finally, deciding to completely avoid the topic of our compromising position. I didn't back away though and he didn't either, his eyes studying my face tentatively as if trying to predict my next move. Either he found what he was looking for or he didn't, because a second later the same smirk from earlier found his face when he'd first started pinging the flour at me. Before I could even prepare myself he'd grabbed a handful off the floor beside him and tossed it against my chest, cackling widely as he squirmed to get out from underneath me. I wasn't sure what exactly would happen if I let him, but I had a feeling I would be getting covered in flour a lot worse if I did.

I decided to play along, grabbing his shoulders and trying to pin him to the ground as he flailed his feet, kicking up a cloud of dust and trying to worm out from under me. 

"Give up, you'll never get out from under-" I was cut off mid-sentence though, by him pinching my hip and sending me jumping into the air. He took advantage of my momentary daze, hitching one leg over my hips and quickly rolling us over. He sat up on my lap then, smiling down at me cheekily.

"What was it you were saying?" He beamed, his hands coming down to rest on my chest and apply pressure. I wasn't sure if it was more to pin me down or to brace himself up, but I didn't really care as a quiet gasp escaped my lips, his hands causing my shirt to harshly glide over my nipples, his hands coming to rest on top of both of them.

"If you'd get off of me and give me a decent fighting chance-"

"I didn't get a decent fighting chance." He reminded me, shifting his weight slightly and causing my eyes to widen as he unintentionally ground down against my lap.

"Come on, we'll start out not even touching each other. We're already a mess, we might as well figure out who the true champion is." I offered, not sure why exactly I was so apt to try it. Anyone in their right mind knew Tyler could pin me down in a matter of seconds, but the idea of wrestling with him in general sounded more and more appealing to me the longer he stayed sitting there contemplating.

"Okay, fine. Winner has to buy the other lunch for a week!" He declared, making me roll my eyes at how he had to turn everything into some sort of bet. Then again, it was smart in this situation. It suddenly made it more like two friends joking around, not two people who most-likely had crushes on each other looking for excuses to roll around on the floor together.

"Deal." I said levelly, knowing I had the allowance money to spare anyway. That didn't mean I was just going to keel over and let him win though, I was going to put my best effort into it. I just wasn't sure if that'd be even close to as strong as him.

We both got up then, moving to either side of the huge flour mess. I blushed when I looked down and seen the clean patch where Tyler and I had been blocking it from falling. 

"Ready?" Tyler giggled, making it clear just how serious he was taking this. I looked up, a determined glint in my eyes as our gazes met.

"Set."

"Go!" We both shouted, toppling toward each other none-too-gracefully. My hands landed on his shoulders and immediately started trying to push him back, while is hands grabbed my hips and surprised me by pulling me toward him. I lost balance almost immediately, collapsing onto his chest and squealing in protest when he effortlessly rolled us so I was once again under him. I flailed underneath him uselessly, my arms slapping at his back and trying to ignore his cheeky giggling.

"I can still win this!" I said, trying to convince myself as much as I was him. He scoffed at this, giving me a skeptical eyeroll before his hands drifted from my shoulders, ending up on either side of my ribs and making my eyes go wide with realization.

"Tyler! No!" That was the last coherent word I got out before he started tickling me, my entire body thrashing around in an attempt to get him to stop. While it didn't get him to stop it did make it harder for him to pin me down, both of us squirming around now. What he didn't seem to realize was that, settled between my legs like he was, his movements were bringing a completely different sensation to the lower part of my body.

"T-Tilly, please." I panted breathlessly, my hips bucking up underneath of him. He probably thought I was still trying to break loose, but my thought process was the total opposite when his thigh ground down between my legs with every movement he made. Sometimes it was harshly and sometimes it was so light I could barely feel it, but the varied pressures was making my heart race and my jaw clench. He stopped tickling me then, his hands instead grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them high above my head with a satisfied grin.

"Now, who won?" He asked cheekily, a daring grin on his face as if asking me to disagree.

"I don't know if I'd say you won yet..." I muttered weakly, knowing it was a lie but also curious to see what exactly my punishment for disagreeing would be. He laid flush against me then, his hands abandoning my wrists and instead going for my back, slipping between it and the floor. I was unsure of what to do with my newly-free hands, debating trying to struggle against him for kicks. However, the lower I felt his hands slide the less I was able to think, let alone worry about controlling my body. His hands paused at the dip in my lower back, twisting up in the hem of my shirt and making my eyes squeeze shut as I prayed he wouldn't look up at my face. It all felt so good and overwhelming, for lack of any better words, I didn't want to weird him out and be the reason it ended.

"Say it." He demanded again, his tone more serious now as if this was my last chance. I sunk my teeth into my lip, unable to speak and instead just shaking my head. He had to realize what he was doing to me now, if he couldn't read it on my face he was a total idiot.

"You asked for it." He giggled, his hands suddenly darting lowing and pinching my ass. My eyes flew open then, my hips trying to buck up but thankfully not getting the chance to embarrass me as Tyler had me firmly pinned down with his hips. Was that it for my punishment? I don't really want him to stop touching me yet.

"You only won because you cheated." I said breathlessly, knowing exactly what kind of reaction it'd spur from him. He scoffed immediately, his grip on my jogging pants-clad ass tightening to the point he was literally cupping it, but that had been what I was hoping for.

"I did not cheat, twink." He insisted, his hands sliding out from under me and leaving me pouting slightly for more of his touch.

"Come on, let's get up." He laughed, getting to his feet before me. I was still laying on my back, completely coated in flour now, watching through slightly hooded eyes as he stood and towered over me. He reached a hand out then, silently offering it to me, and I had to swallow roughly before eagerly grabbing it and pulling myself up off the ground.

"So, about lunch, I'm assuming this was an all-you-can-eat sort of deal-"

"Shut-up." I snapped, turning my back to him and heading over to the counter. I started sorting the waffles onto two plates, stopping a few seconds in when my stomach muscles contracted at random. I gasped, rubbing my thighs together slightly and sinking my teeth into my lip when I realized how good the friction felt. Shit. Oh shit. I'm more turned on than I thought, aren't I?

"Are they cold now?" Tyler asked, his voice suddenly appearing in my ear and making me jump. My immediate reaction was to snap at him, caught off guard by his sudden approach.

"Well, yeah, but it's your fault-" I was cut off mid-sentence when his hand came down on my ass, slapping it and making my hips involuntarily jolt forward. He didn't seem to notice though, just casually reaching around me and grabbing his plate.

"Is not. It's your fault for being so stubborn and not just admitting I could easily dominate you." He said, turning on his heel and heading over to the table, leaving me standing there breathless with my knees trembling.

"I'm not really hungry right now, I think I'm going to go get cleaned up so I don't feel so weird- I mean gross." I cursed myself for the stupid slip-up, though I knew it wasn't even a big deal. If he had no idea what was going on there was no way he'd think anything of it. And if he knew what was going on, it was useless even trying to cover it up anyway.

"Alright, I'll watch TV or something. Be quick though, I might take one too, if you don't mind." I just nodded, quickly turning on my heel and starting toward the door, purposely trying to angle my front away from him in case his eyes fell below my waist. However, when he started to giggle behind me, my eyes went wide, wondering if it was too late to cover it up.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked tentatively, not even turning around as I waited for him to utter his next words.

"Nothing, I'm just admiring how good of an accessory those handprints are on your ass." I groaned loudly at this, looking over my shoulder at an attempt to glimpse what he was talking about. My entire backside was dusted lightly in flour, but there was no denying the prominent whiter mark where his hands had been on me.

"Well stop admiring my ass and eat your food." I snapped, blushing furiously as I stomped toward the foot of the stairs. 

*Smut Warning* 

As soon as I walked into the bathroom I closed the door behind me, letting out the breath I'd been holding as I slid down it onto the floor. My eyes fell shut and I concentrated on getting my heavy breathing back to normal. I ran a hand through my damp hair, sighing quietly in frustration and ending up tugging on it roughly. This is not happening, it's not. I'm not the hardest I've ever been while Tyler's downstairs. I can't hear my blood rushing in my ears. I can't feel sweat droplets racing down my back and settling at the waistband of my pants, my shirt damp and clinging to me where they've already been. And my length is definitely not straining against my sweatpants, causing me to gasp each time they rub up against it the wrong way.

Last night had been one thing but this was something completely different. It wasn't just some irritating thing I could put to the back of my mind and ignore, it was downright painful, the throbbing constantly reminding me and making it impossible to ignore. It was all his fault, he'd probably done it on purpose. I mean, maybe this wasn't his intended end result, but he'd definitely meant to get me flustered. Maybe he underestimated just how flustered he could get me with a couple not-so-innocent actions.

Though, to be fair, I'd underestimated it too. I didn't even know I could get this turned on, every inch of me felt like a livewire. I felt sensitive all over, even the feeling of my shirt riding up my stomach as I slid down the door had felt overwhelming. I took another deep breath, letting my eyes flicker open before glimpsing down, deciding to see just how noticeable the tent in my sweatpants was. I sighed. That's definitely noticeable. 

I debated for a minute if readjusting would even help at this point, eventually deciding it was worth a shot and letting my hand drift down my torso to my waistband. I bit my lip again as it slid under my waistband, trying not to cause any more friction than necessary. I cupped my bulge through my briefs, a moan immediately filling the room as the simple touch sent a wave of ecstasy through me. Fuck, that felt good, like really good. 

I shook my head, reminding myself of what I was supposed to be doing. I tightened my grip, using all my self-control not to make another noise as I tried to shift into a more comfortable position. It didn't really work, only succeeding in making my jaw drop and silent pants tumble past my lips. 

I glanced up at the shower, knowing Tyler was probably going to be wondering why the water wasn't running yet. It seemed like I might have to take a cold shower, my lips turning into a frown as I shivered at just the thought. The only other alternative really was to get off- Actually, that doesn't sound that bad at all. I mean, it's been a while since I've done it, but I've never wanted to more than I do right now.

I experimentally let a finger trail down the length of my clothed erection, surprised when my hips bucked up to meet the touch. I'd never felt desperate like this before, to the point I was practically writhing to get any sort of friction at all. I officially decided I liked this option better than the cold shower then, hissing under my breath as I let my entire palm press down against me. I rotated my hips up against it as I picked up a steady pattern of applying and removing pressure. I let my mouth hang open, breathing loudly through it as my head sunk back against the door. I bucked up against my hand needily, my stomach muscles contracting as my other hand slid down over them. It stopped at my inner thigh, my nails digging in each time my hips would buck up. I was certain it'd leave an array of bright red scratches after I was finished, but right now I couldn't be bothered to care. 

I was steadily approaching my peak a moment later, my eyes screwed shut and my mouth still hanging agape, my hips only picking up speed the closer I got. I was panting and sweating and enjoying it- Up until the point when I heard a knock on the very door I was leaning against. I froze, my hand still sitting on my bulge and my legs still spread wide, my breath catching in my throat as it sunk in who the only other person in the house was.

"Troye?" Tyler called tentatively, clearly right on the other side of the door. I intended to stand up and compose myself before replying, surprised when I did the exact opposite and pressed the heel of my hand down onto my bulge. I bit down on my tongue to ward off the moan threatening to escape, forcing my hand off of myself before I just sat there and got myself off with Tyler listening in. I didn't want to stop, but I kind of had to right now.

"Y-Yeah?" I replied finally, once again shocked with how low my voice came out when I was aroused. I hope he doesn't notice. Actually, I hope he does notice, I wonder what it'd make him think.

"Have you seen my phone? I think I might have left it in the bathroom when I was brushing my teeth. Are you in the shower yet?" He knew damn well knew I wasn't in the shower, considering the water wasn't even running, but I decided not to make too sarcastic of a reply. I wasn't really in the position to be cheeky right now.

"I can hand it out to you." I replied simply, lifting myself off the floor quietly and looking around the room for his phone. I spotted it sitting beside the sink, walking over and snatching it up carelessly. I walked back to the door then, using my free hand to pull my sweatpants farther up on my hips. If he even glimpsed below my waist it'd be very clear what I'd been doing a moment ago, but I didn't plan on giving him the chance too. I'd hide behind the door and just hand the phone out to him, simple.

I grabbed the doorknob, opening the door and immediately shoving the hand holding the phone out. I felt him take it, planning on just slamming the door closed then, when I had the sudden urge to see him. The idea of just ending the exchange without even getting a glimpse at him gave me a weird unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sighed, giving in and peeking my head around the door cautiously, making sure to keep my body firmly planted to spot.

The first thing my eyes landed on was the bright cheerful blue eyes blinking behind their frames, eyeing my curiously as if trying to figure out what I was thinking. I wonder what he'd do if he knew what I was actually thinking, my hand drifting lower as my eyes did, noticing the lack of shirt he had going on. Fuck, he was fit. I let my eyes drift over his entire body unabashedly, biting my lip appreciatively when he switched his weight to one side and let me watch his muscles flex as he did so. I was aware my other hand was drifting lower, but I didn't even try to stop myself, instead just cupping my bulge as I continued to drink Tyler in. It's fine, he can't see me behind the door anyway.

However, he could see my face, and I guess it must have been noticeable something was up judging by the dark blush that spread across his face. He cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest and forcing my eyes to flicker up to his.

"I decided to just change clothes rather than take a whole shower. Do you mind if I borrow a shirt? Mine aren't warm enough." He asked levelly, turning around and moving back over toward the bed. I let out a quiet appreciative hum at this view of him, my eyes trained on his hips and the way they sashayed slightly with each step. He picked up a sweater off the bed then, making it clear he'd already dug it out. He probably wasn't even going to ask me for permission, it was probably an impulse decision to stop me from eye-fucking him any longer. 

He turned back to face me, holding the sweater up in front of him as if getting an idea of what he looked like in it would help me make my mind. When I still didn't immediately say anything he actually did lift the clothing article above his head, pulling it on with a bit of struggle. After it was on he turned back to me expectantly, a wide smile on his face. "Can I?"

"Fuck. I mean, no, help yourself. My clothes are your clothes, take whatever you want. Okay bye, I'm going to go shower. Bye." I spluttered, slamming the door shut and groaning quietly at my own stupidy. Would a simple 'yes' have been that difficult? I reached down and made sure to lock it, pacing back and forth across the room just once before it got too uncomfortable and I had to lean over the bathroom sink instead. I locked eyes with my reflection in the mirror, not even recognizing the boy staring back at me. His hair was a mess, his eyes nearly black and pooling with lust, and his entire visible body covered in a sheen of sweat.

I tried to keep eye contact with myself for a while, only really lasting a few seconds before the pressure of my briefs got to be too much again. I dropped my pants and underwear, letting out a breath of relief as my arousal sprung free. I kicked the clothing pooling at my ankles off, then ripping my shirt over my head and heading toward the shower.

I managed to turn it on and slip into the steady stream without much struggle, shivering as I waited for the water to warm up. Once it did I grinned lazily, reaching up to saturate my hair in the water so it didn't feel so gross with sweaty strands clinging to my forehead. My problem still hadn't lessened any, it was worse if anything, but I was determined to at least put it off until I finished other simple tasks like this. 

After my hair was soaked and slicked back out of my eyes I let my attention drift back down to where I really wanted it to be, clenching my jaw as I let my long fingers wrapped around my shaft one-by-one, a low grunt escaping my lips as I tightened my grip. I started slow, my hand gliding up and down my length at a steady pace. Immediately my hips jolted forward to meet the touch, bucking up into my closed-fist and provoking yet another moan out of me. I just hope Tyler isn't still in the room over, because I really don't have the resolve to stop right now.

Oh God, Tyler.

My grip on myself tightened at the thought of him, remembering how he'd looked earlier, shirtless with his tight muscles flexing. I wonder what they felt like, to feel them flex under my touch. I wanted to know, I wanted to know what it felt like to touch him all over. I wanted my hands tangled up tugging on his hair, I wanted my nails digging into his hips, I wanted to feel his lips against mine, breathless and panting into each other's mouths.

I hadn't realized how much my pace had picked up until my knees practically bundled underneath me, the only thing catching me being both of my hands darting to grip the tiled wall. I let out a breath of relief when I didn't actually fall over, letting my right hand go back to my length and immediately pick up the desperate pace I'd found while thinking about Tyler. My other hand gripped the wall tightly, my blunt nails digging into the slight indents between the tiles as I struggled to stay standing upright.

I couldn't remember ever getting this into it, to the point I could feel myself throbbing. I shook my head quickly, sending water droplets splattering across the wall in front of me. I licked my lips then, gathering up the stubborn water droplets that had came to sit on my upper lip. I let my eyes fall shut and a quiet hum escape my mouth at the salty taste of sweat my tongue returned with. 

I took a step closer to the wall, letting my eyes fall shut as my forehead gently came to rest against the slippery tile. In the more sturdy position I let my movements get rougher, tugging hastily on my length, only pausing to slide my thumb over the slit and slick it back up with pre-cum. Needy whimpers and the sound of the water pattering against the shower floor was the only thing I could hear, completely content with the mixture.

I nuzzled my forehead into a more comfortable position against the wall, letting the hand that had been holding me up move back to my chest. I started with is resting fairly high on my collarbone, quickly lettin it slide down, rolling my nipple between my fingers before quickly letting it drift even farther and cup my balls.

I was so close now, teetering on the edge of climax as I simultaneously pumped my length and fondled my balls, the combined sensation overwhelming. My hips rutted forward on their own accord, a sudden curious thought about what Tyler's hands would feel like doing this popping into my head.

After that there was no taking it back, my mind swimming with thoughts of Tyler's hands on me instead of my own. If I concentrated hard enough it was almost like he was actually there. I could just picture it, him standing so close behind me I could feel his breath hitting my damp neck, feel his chest pressed up against, his hips grinding against me from behind as he reached around and ran his hands over my length. His grunts and moans loud in my ear as we both worked toward-

"Ah! Fuck!" I choked out, not even capable of trying to be quiet as my hips snapped forward one last time, my high finding me a second later. I couldn't even stop myself before I was moaning loudly, all of my muscles in my body flexing as I went over the edge. I panted open-mouthed against the shower wall, a tiny fog patch left in my wake. Desperate whines tumbled past my lips as I finished myself, moving my hand up and down my length at a much gentler pace now, spilling all over the tiles and my hand with one final tremble.

"Holy shit." I said breathlessly, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to slow my racing heart down. After I'd managed to catch my breath I stood up, realizing I didn't need the wall for support anymore. I glanced down at my hand, blushing slightly before raising it to wash off in the water stream. However, last minute I paused, furrowing my brows curiously as another new idea popped into my head. I bit my lip, debating it for a second longer, before bring my hand to my mouth instead. I slipped my middle finger and pointer finger into my mouth, twirling my tongue around them and furrowing my brows at the unfamiliar taste. It wasn't bad, just new. After I pulled them back out I stretched my palm flat, taking a deep breath before dragging my flattened tongue over it, collecting the remainder of my cum in the process. I let out a satisfied hum, deciding I definitely didn't mind the taste. I wonder if Tyler's tastes any different.

After that I lazily stepped back under the warm water stream, sighing contently as it pounded against my back. I felt so relieved, like all the tension that had been building up between Tyler these last couple of weeks and today in particular, was just gone. If touching myself was all it took to get over the hot feeling I got whenever he did something mildly sexual I was certain I could work with that. It was a lot more fun when you had somebody to think about as you did it, that much was blatantly obvious.

Once more shower was finished I eagerly hopped out, a stupid grin stuck on my face as I dried myself off and shimmied into my clean clothes. I still felt like I was on cloud nine, resisting the urge to whistle cheerily as I blow-dried my hair. As much as I wanted to, I had a feeling that'd be the most suspicious thing I could possibly do if Tyler was listening in. Then again, if he could hear my whistling over the whir of the hair-dryer he must have been listening pretty contently to the whole scene, so he'd probably know anyway. So I figured fuck it, whistling contently as I started to work the comb through my hair.

I didn't leave the bathroom until I was completely content with how my hair looked, deciding it was my turn to be the composed and confident one. I actually think I can pull it off now. I was still smiling contently as I opened the door and stepped out, wondering if Tyler would call me out on my change of atmosphere when I ran into him- Actually, I guess that'll be sooner than I thought.

Laying on my bed with an unconvincingly concentrated expression on his face and the darkest blush I'd ever seen covering his entire face. Well, I guess that answers how long he's been sitting there. I walked closer, thankful he was at least pretending to keep his attention on the laptop resting on his hips. I debated being awkward and trying to find something to do that completely avoided him, ultimately deciding that was only going to make the situation worse and falling onto the bed next to him.

"What'cha doing?" I asked casually, watching his face instead of the screen. I could see him biting the inside of his cheek, not turning his head to face me, instead only glancing his eyes over at me.

"Tumblr." I raised my eyebrows, looking over at the screen now and surprised when he didn't immediately click off of it. I watched the funny posts scroll by, unsure of why he was so protective of it before.  Unless his dash is completely different than what he posts, why is this so- My throat went dry, watching with wide eyes as a gif with a lot of exposed skin scrolled by. I didn't get the chance to really see what it was, watching as he expertly moved to scroll even lower. However, that didn't seem to help, considering there were even more gifs posted by the blog to follow the first. I bit my lip, determined not to let it get to me. It's not like I could excuse myself to the shower to jerk it again.

"Are you... Are you a porn blog?" I stuttered out eventually, watching as he stopped scrolling to address my question. He'd stopped on a gif of a dark-haired guy with bright blue eyes, his head tipped back and his tongue hanging out. You couldn't really see what his hand was doing as it was off screen, but the steady flexing of his arm muscles made it clear. 

"Not entirely." Tyler replied quietly, clearly watching me react to the gif. I swallowed roughly, watching with wide eyes as streaks of white shot out across the guy's face. After the gif had run it's course and started to repeat Tyler started to scroll again, this time at a slower pace seeing as I already seen what he was trying to cover up earlier. As someone who'd never really felt inspired to look up porn before, this was a new experience for me, save for the occassional straight porny gif I'd seen. They weren't like this though. I was already starting to feel hot again, my eyes widening even further when one of two guys fucking against a washer came up. My jaw dropped when Tyler reblogged it, my eyes flickering up for his for the first time with a questioning glint. "I just reblog whatever I feel like reblogging."

"How often is it that you feel like reblogging guys fucking against a moving washer?" I laughed, meaning for it to be a sarcastic question. However, he just shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips really making me wonder.

"So this is why you didn't tell me your Tumblr? Because it's even gayer than mine?" I asked finally, deciding to permanently turn my gaze away from the screen. Well, not permanently, if he didn't give me his blog now I would search those posts down and go through all the notes to find it, and then I would stalk it later when he wasn't next to me watching my reactions.

"Shut-up. What's your blog?" Tyler asked, making a smile tug at my lips knowing he actually did intend to exchange them finally. I reached over him and replaced his hand's place on the touchpad, quickly clicking the scroll to top button. First I looked at his blog's name, making a mental note of it, and then my eyes drifted down to his follower count. "What's that little smirk about?"

"I have more followers than you." I giggled, only feeling more cheeky when I seen his baffled expression. I guess he was quite proud of his three thousand followers.

"You're kidding." 

"I'm beating you by like five thousand." I bragged, settling back against the headboard beside him once I finished typing my url into the search bar. Tyler rolled his eyes at me then, a slight pout on his lips as my blog loaded on the screen. Once it had he disregarded me completely, his eyes eagerly flickering over the screen and taking everything in before he started to scroll through the posts. For someone who had always been insanely proud of my blog and edits I suddenly felt self-conscious, waiting patiently for him to say something instead of just staring everything down.

"This is really cool." He said finally, sounding distracted as he continued scrolling. A warm smile made it's way to my lips and I felt comfortable again, letting my head fall against his shoulder as he scrolled.

"Classier than running a porn blog, I guess." I muttered, giggling when he slapped my leg.

"It's not all porn!" He insisted, only making me more excited to see what the other aspects of it were when I finally got a minute alone to stalk it. I wasn't going to quit teasing him about it, enjoying how flustered I was making him for a change.

"If I'm ever on Tumblr with my family in the room and your porn ends up on my dash I'm suing you." I said sternly, sitting back up so I could look him in the eye. He simply rolled his eyes, looking annoyed for a second before a familiar playful smirk enveloped his face.

"What happens when it ends up on your dash when your family isn't in the room?"  He asked quietly, arching his eyebrows as he let his eyes lock with mine. I blushed, not happy with how quickly he managed to turn the tables and embarrass me all over again. I averted my eyes, staring down at the bedspread with my lips in a tight line. Tyler just giggled though, returning his gaze to the screen and starting to scroll again. Although it only last for a second before he was closing his laptop and turning to me with an expectant expression.

"Do you mind if I take a shower after all? I kind of underestimated how gross flour in my hair would feel." He laughed, running a hand through his quiff as if to emphasize his point. 

"Yeah, if you want to, make yourself at home. Do you plan on staying another night?" I asked, eyeing him curiously as he turned his back to my completely to set his laptop down on the air mattress. That wasn't weird, what was weird was the fact that he didn't turn back after he did.

"Are you inviting me to?" He asked, only looking his shoulder at me instead of turning his whole body to face me. I pouted slightly, trying to convince myself he likely had a decent reason for being so distant. However, that didn't make me want to be near him any less. I slid closer to his side of the bed, throwing my arm over his waist and hugging him against my chest.

"Stay as long as you want, granted you cut out this waking me up before noon thing you do." I giggled, burying my face in the back of his neck. He didn't relax in my arms though, staying stiff and holding his breath. I furrowed my brows, adjusting my grip around him to hug him tighter to me. However, that had my hand sliding lower, landing unintentionally on the stretch of exposed skin at the base of his stomach where his shirt had rode up. He gasped when I touched him, his muscles flexing under my fingertips and making my eyes go wide with realization. Shit. If he actually does like me it'd make sense for him to get flustered over hearing me in the shower earlier, huh? I hadn't really thought about that, I just thought it was awkward and I wanted to mend it. I didn't think about my moans and noises affecting him like that...

"Alright, I'll be out in a bit." He announced suddenly, rolling out of my embrace and out of bed. He stood beside it with his back turned to me, making a smirk form on my face as I wondered why that was. "You should go clean up the flour mess before your parents get home."

"Yeah, I might." I muttered, making it very clear I had no intention to as I grabbed my laptop and opened it up, making myself comfortable in a nest of blankets. I knew very well why Tyler was suggesting that now. He wanted me out of the room. But that was hardly fair, he got to listen in on me. 

He sighed, pausing in the doorway to look over his shoulder at me with an almost pleading expression. I just wiped the smirk off my face though, looking up at him innocently. "What?"

"Nothing." He sighed, apparently deciding it wasn't worth the embarrassment to tell me why he actually wanted me out of there. As soon as the door closed the smirk found my face again. I opened up my laptop, happily distracting myself with editing a photo for Tumblr as the knowledge of what Tyler was likely doing in the room over nagged at the back of my mind.

A/n: Ok wow hi that was a thing. This chapter has been such a struggle for me, it was supposed to be all super fluffy then i got writing and the flour fight turned too sexual and idk it was a mess. Also, note; I wrote that entire smut scene between 2am and 8am and if anything doesn't flow right or whatever shut up leave me alone. And I 100% realize I'm going to get comments like wHERE DID THIS COME FROM or TROYE WHAT HAPPENED HE WAS SO INNOCENT. But I've been building up to this and foreshadowing for like the last twenty chapters. Well, not this in particular, but I tried to right him becoming more confident and dirty and thinkinng about that sort of thing more so its less awkward when they actually do get together yanno. Ugh, like I mentioned at the first I dont even know why but I am so insanely nervous about this, i think just cause I went off plot a bit. Anyway, shut up me, there are things to talk about. 

This chapter is dedicated to Harley. I dedicated to her like 8 chapters back or something buT SHE STARTED HER NEW FIC AND YOU ALL HAVE TO READ IT I SWEAR. It's a prison au where Troye and Tyler meet each other in prison and theyre kinda opposites like the big dog and the newbie and they make plans to escape together and yeah like go read it ill dedicate to her or look up @SouthernSweety

Merch is still a thing, I'm just not sure when. Oh and I mentioned on Tumblr that I'm taking a week or two weeks off updating because I've been kinda swamped lately so yeah, sorry sorry, i might update IF I feel like it but please dont expect me to for a little bit. Aaaaaaaaand, um, oh yeah, my birthday is coming up on Oct 11th so like *puppy dog eyes* if you want to write me some smut or make me some smutty troyler blurred edits that'd be great (the thirst never ends) okbye sorry i