*Tyler's POV*

Hello my chicken mcnuggets this is a formal smut warning, you're welcome. This is the fastest I've ever written smut so it may be a mess edit by @KaterinaSivan on twitter bye

"This is an hour after I wanted to leave! It's like this every single year!" Laurelle hissed under her breath, practically throwing each rejected tupperware dish across the room behind her. She'd been looking for one in particular for ages now, completely ignoring everyone else as she invested herself in the hunt. I was seriously beginning to wonder if she'd ever find it.

"Stop worrying, you'll just be fashionably late." I said casually, dismissing her concerns with a wave of my hand. I'd never describe Laurelle as a 'chill' person, but she was noticeably stressed out today. She was cursing under her breath, constantly snapping at people, and just not like herself. She may not be chill usually, but she is a sweetheart. She's never like this.

"No! If we don't leave soon we're not going to make it there before we pass out behind the wheel!" She shouted, looking over her shoulder to glare at me. My eyes went wide, my hands coming up in front of me in defense. She shook her head before turning back to the cupboard she was kneeling in front of, taking back up the familiar rummaging pattern.

I sighed quietly, sinking back in my chair and looking longingly over at the clock. I'd forced myself to get up unbearably early so I wouldn't have to delay them, figuring it was better to be too early than too late. Given our current situation, I realized how stupid that was. Troye was getting out of bed when I got here, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before excusing himself to the shower. That was nearly half an hour ago now. Half an hour of sitting down here in the hectic mess that was his family. I loved them and all, but that was more than enough time around them.

"Honey, have you seen my hat? The one with the straws and the places to keep cans?" I looked up from the table slowly, biting my lip as I prepared myself for the snarky reply Laurelle would give to Shaun's question. You'd think after this long living with her he'd be able to tell when it is a good time to approach her and when it isn't.

"Are you seriously worrying about that right now!? Go load the car!" She screeched, grabbing the nearest tupperware container and actually chucking it at him. He ducked out of the way just in time, muttering grumpily under his breath as he turned out of the door.

"She's like this every single year." I managed to distinguish, chuckling under my breath at how his words matched up with her earlier ones. I looked away, eyes lingering on the tray of squares on the table. They'd been there since I walked into the room, meaning I'd been forced to resist the urge to eat any for half an hour. Naturally, of course I failed. I lasted about two minutes before snatching one and hoping for the best. Now I was fighting the urge to take a second. I guess I should see how she reacts to the first one first though, right?

"Tyler, can you hand me that tray of squares?" And here's my chance! I took a deep breath, getting to my feet and cautiously picking up the tray. I walked over, settling it on the counter beside where she was kneeling. She stood up immediately then, eyes wide and eager. They narrowed into a squint when she saw the space lacking a square, my heart beating faster as I debated how this would go. God, you'd think I'd know better than to steal a crabby person's squares. On the upside, it was pretty good, probably even worth whatever the consequence will be. "Did you eat one!?"

"I- Well, they were right there and..." I trailed off, sighing softly as I realized there was no reasonable way to explain my actions. They looked good so I ate them, consequences be damned. I doubted she'd appreciate that honest answer though.

I was still struggling to come up with a reply, watching her anger visibly grow through her features, when a quiet laugh sounded from behind us. I spun around eagerly, giving a wide smile when I found Troye leaning against the door frame. He was only wearing a towel, which was totally rude of him to do. Does he not realize where my mind travels seeing him wearing that little? I don't want to think about that stuff with his family in the room.

"Come on, Ty, I need your opinion on my outfit." He said casually, shooting Laurelle a quick glare when she opened her mouth to protest. She lowered her head in defeat, letting me walk through the landmine-like layout of the tupperware containers to get to the door. I hurriedly ducked out, scrambling after Troye when I saw he was already at the base of the stairs.

"Thanks, she looked like she was about to make squares out of me." I sighed out as I caught up with him, walking on the step just behind him on the stairs. He chuckled under his breath, tightening his grip on his towel as he hiked it up a bit further.

"You're welcome. She gets stressed like this every year. She cares way too much about impressing her family." He explained, turning back to face me as I took the last step onto the second floor. I could hear music playing in the direction of Sage's room and could visibly see Tyde in his room, rushing around to complete his very last-minute packing. Troye cleared his throat next to me, my attention snapping back to him.

"Yeah, I noticed." I mumbled, following him into his room. He closed the door behind us, gesturing for me to sit on his bed. I listened, sitting on the edge and swinging my feet off the edge. I looked at his unzipped suitcase, surprised by how neatly he'd shoved everything in it. Just looking at it now, it was hard to believe he'd fit anything in there other than the neatly-folded shirts on top. "Hey, did you pack-" I turned to look at him as I spoke, eyes going wide as they flitted over his body. He had his back turned to me, the towel laying abandoned by his feet as he dug through his dresser looking for clothes.

"Did I pack what?" He asked casually, like he wasn't standing completely naked a few feet from me. I wonder if he even realizes I'm looking. Should I be looking? It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before, and he was the one that stripped down in the same room as me.

He turned around to look at me then, confusion showing on his features for only a second before he actually took me in, the expression then replaced with a wicked smirk. He gasped, bringing his hands around as if to try and cover his ass from my sight. "You pervert!" I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at his dramatic act. He gave a genuine smile then, grabbing some briefs out of the drawer before facing away again as he pulled them on.

"Did you pack condoms?" I asked, realizing I still hadn't gotten my answer. He turned back around with a shirt in his hands, his entire body facing me now as he stared at me incredulously.

"Who do you think I am? Of course I did." He laughed, walking over slowly and dropping onto the bed next to me. He left the shirt at the foot of the bed where he'd fell, stalking toward me instead. He sat back on his haunches behind me, wrapping his arms over my shoulders from behind. He kissed the top of my back exposed over the collar of my t-shirt, giving it a series of soft pecks as he unwrapped a single hand and let his hand wander. I shivered under his touch as it trailed down the center of my chest, pausing at my abdomen to outline the subtle indents of my muscles through my t-shirt. "Wanna make-out?"

"You have stuff to do." I muttered, eyeing him curiously. I was almost hoping he'd object, telling me he had nothing planned for the next few hours and we could roll around in bed to our heart's content. I knew that wasn't gonna happen though. We're supposed to be leaving right now. Well, technically, we were supposed to have left already. At the same time, I wasn't entirely sure my own self-control would be enough to get me to turn down his offer. I couldn't see myself ever outright rejecting him, hoping he'd just admit he was busy and back off himself, before we put ourselves even further off track.

"When did you start referring to yourself as a 'stuff'? That's new." I furrowed my brows, mouth hanging slightly agape as I tried to figure out what he was getting at. When it finally clicked what the horrible pun was, I almost wished I hadn't spent that many seconds of my life figuring it out.

"I hate you." I muttered, bitter over how long it took me to figure out more-so than actually upset with his horrible pun skills. He just laughed, kissing the back of my neck again before grabbing my jaw and gently turning it until I was looking over my shoulder at an angle I could see him. He was up on his knees now, purposely taller than me to make our position easier. His eyes were wide and hopeful, making it clear he wouldn't be granting my wish for him to back down. Well, if you can't beat them, you might as well join them.

I turned my body further, ending up bracing my feet on the floor so I wouldn't fall off. I fell back onto the bed as soon as I could without risking a fall, shuffling further up the bed and watching Troye's eyes follow me. I settled on my back, my upper half lifted just slightly by my elbows.

"Well?" I urged expectantly, watching Troye's gaze immediately snap to mine. His lips quirked up into a smirk, letting me know it probably hadn't been the best idea to rush him. He bit his lip before shifting onto his hands and knees, crawling over me and settling on my lap. He grinned down at me before settling his hands on my chest, skimming them upward to my collarbone. One stayed there as the other moved up to cup my jaw, gripping it as he leaned forward and captured my lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. It wasn't what I'd been expecting, not after how set he'd been on getting here.

He even kept it slow as he eased his tongue into my mouth, completely disregarding how eagerly I met it with mine. I lifted my hands to his back, letting them skim the bare skin and ocassionally digging my nails into it in protest. He didn't budge on it though, keeping the kiss slow and only really frustrating me in the end. I think I would have been more content not kissing at all.

I lifted my legs to wrap them around the back of his thighs, pulling them toward me and moaning softly at the friction. He smiled against my lips, making me seriously wonder if this was what he wanted, to see me this desperate. It must have been, considering he finally started to pick up the pace, moving his tongue harshly against mine while starting a steady rythym of his hips. I knew we were probably getting carried away given our circumstances, but I was nowhere near the point I could push him away.

His hand not holding my jaw found the hem of my shirt, snaking under it despite how tightly it hugged my body. He ran it even further upward, his soft touch mesmerizing against my smooth skin. I was so caught up in it I didn't even register the sound of the door creaking as it opened, Sage's voice speaking up and Troye pulling away from the kiss at the same time.

"Troye, Mom wants you to go grab the-" She cut off suddenly, actually peeking into the door at us. Her eyes went wide with a mixture of surprise and anger, a huff leaving her lips as she placed her hands on either hip. "Guys! Now is not the time for naked wrestling! Get some clothes on!"

"Killjoy." Troye snapped, her answering eye-roll immediate. She was closing the door then, not giving another glance in our direction. Not that I could really blame her, I wouldn't want to watch my sibling roll around on the bed with somebody half-dressed either.

He shrugged his shoulders to show his indifference, looking back to me with the familiar hooded dark eyes from earlier. His hands started to shift under my shirt again, further up rather than pulling them out like I'd expected.

"You're insatiable." I groaned, feeling his hands skim over my nipples. They weren't nearly as sensitive as his were, but it was probably the only place on my chest that could pull any sort of reaction out of me.

"I don't hear you complaining." He whispered, ducking his head again to lap at one of the many hickeys adorning my neck. I was constantly covered in them now, not that I really minded. I enjoyed being marked as his, it was almost bragging material to be able to sport his mark around.

However, when the sound of Laurelle's shouting downstairs started again, I was reminded that now really wasn't the time to be concentrating on neck kissing. I gently put a hand on his chest, pushing him away.

"Troye, now really isn't the time." He sighed, nodding his head before making the rest of the movement himself, sitting back on his haunches before moving out o the space between my legs altogether. I smiled up at him, the grin only widening when he offered his hand to help me up. I took it, letting him tug me up into a sitting position and giggling the entire time. I took a minute to calm down and catch my breath then, only looking back up from the bedspread when his hand settled on my leg, tracing light patterns.

"When we get there though?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at how perpetually thirsty he was, taking a few seconds before replying. I didn't want to seem too eager. But before I actually spoke up, his hand traveled further on my thigh, his voice deeper when it added more. "We can break the bed in."

"As long as we don't actually break the bed." I muttered, looking away as I tried to avoid actually answering his question. He should know by now that my answer to sex is always yes. It had been just under a month since Valentine's day and I hadn't rejected his advances once, granted they were reasonable. And, trust me, there'd been a lot of them.

"No promises." He chuckled, leaning in to peck his lips to mine. I expected it to stay a chaste kiss, sighing when he tried to deepen it after only a second. I pulled away immediately though, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"I'm leaving because otherwise you'll never get dressed." I said strictly, making a face at him before turning and hopping off the bed. He fell back onto his bed, sighing loudly.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." I clenched my jaw, refusing to look back at him as I walked the rest of the way out of his room. I knew if I looked back and saw his pout I'd cave in a second. It's not like you could blame me though, especially knowing that his smile when he got his way was even cuter than his pout.

I started down the stairs slowly, not particularly excited to be seeing his family again. In fact, I had to seriously debate if it was worth leaving him at all. Who cares if we're a bit late, it was worth it to spend more time with him.

I walked into the living room with the same amount of enthusiasm, even that dissipating when I took in the state of the living room. Shaun, Tyde, and Sage were all sitting around looking at me intently, knowing smirks on each of their faces.

"What?" I asked, continuing to look around at each of them. It wasn't until I paid attention to Sage for longer than a few seconds that I really noticed how devious she looked, everything clicking into place so well I wished it hadn't. "You told them?"

"Revenge for me having to carry the heavy suitcase in that Troye was supposed to." She said casually, like she wasn't talking about telling everyone what we did behind closed doors. I guess she could have walked in on worse things, and it's not like they don't realize we do that stuff, but still.

"It wasn't what it looked like. He had no clothes on before any of that." I tried to explain, eyes going wide as I realized I was only making matters worse. I gave a pathetic sigh at my own failure, watching them all erupt into fits of laughter in response to my idiocy. "Don't laugh!" None of them stopped, but a sudden addition had me turning my head, recognizing the familiar chuckle even over everyone else's. I sighed quietly, turning to look at Troye. He was at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the end of the railing with quiet laughter spilling from his lips. It was hard for me to remain mad or embarrassed looking at him. Actually, it was quite difficult for me to keep one concentrated emotion when looking at him. He made me feel too much, too strongly. I couldn't distinguish the way he made me feel into just one category of emotion.

He shook his head as he finished, still giggling under his breath. It was only then that I realized he was the last one laughing and that everyone else had long since quieted down, my cheeks flushing as it sunk in that I'd zoned out staring at him again. I really need to get a handle on that.

"Come on, loser. If you hurry I'll let you drive." Troye laughed, walking over and snaking an arm around my waist. He gave what I presumed to be a goodbye nod in his father's direction before steering the both of us toward the entryway.

I immediately bent over to slip my shoes on, a quiet shocked gasp leaving my lips as Troye pressed his front to my backside, grinding against it and sending my mind to places it really didn't need to be while in the middle of tying my shoes.

"God, I want you so bad." He whispered, my heart racing as I finished and stood back up. I turned to face him, my breath catching in my throat as I took in his lust-filled appearance again. What has gotten into this boy today?

He leaned forward, cupping my jaw but not making any move to kiss me. Instead he just locked our gaze, both of us staring longingly into the other's eyes. "I can't wait until we get there. The second we walk through the door, I'm going to turn you around and pin you against it."

"Yeah?" I asked meekly, far from objecting to his plans. In fact, I could practically feel my legs shaking in anticipation. He nodded his head, licking his lips slowly. I expected him to just close the distance between us and kiss me again, seeing as he usually took no heed of my warnings not to get carried away, but he surprised me by taking a step back instead. For a fleeting moment I was worried I'd done something wrong, before he turned to look expectantly at the archway leading into the living room. His mother appeared in it seconds later, making me realize I'd zoned out again, not even noticing her approach.

"Troye?" She asked, looking between us like she was worried she might have interrupted something. Sage probably told her about the whole making-out-in-bed thing too.

"Yes?" He asked, astounding me with how composed he managed to sound.

"Are you leaving now?" She asked, watching intently as Troye immediately nodded his head. "Okay, drive safe. Text us updates every so often- But not while you're driving!"

"I will, promise." He said softly, jumping when she suddenly threw her arms around his body, hugging him tightly. When she spoke again it was barely more than a whisper, making me wonder if I was supposed to be overhearing it.

"I'm still so glad you decided to come with us this year." She replied, a genuine smile finding my lips at how happy she seemed. Troye was blushing beet red now, only making me find more amusement in the exchange. 

"Blame him." He muttered coldly, eyes flitting toward me. She backed out of the embrace before turning to face me, a knowing smile on her lips that told me she already knew I was the one behind it. Trust me, I'd heard her thanks enough times over the past month, every single time I came over to his house.

"Thank-you, Tyler... Even if you ate my squares." She muttered the last sentence so bitterly I could literally feel a chill run down my spine. I had to seriously debate whether she'd thanked me just to add that on.

"I think that's my cue to leave." I said awkwardly, turning and starting toward the door. Troye chuckled behind me, grabbing my hand and letting me lead him out too. He called a final goodbye to his family before we were closing the door, taking deep breaths of the fresh air.

***

"Let's stop for food." I shouted, sitting up straight immediately after drifting back into a state of consciousness. I didn't even remember falling asleep, but that didn't matter, what mattered is that I was up now and could actually smell the delicious food as we drove down the stretch of restaurants.

Troye actually took his eyes off the road to gawk at me, disbelief written across all of his features.

"When did you wake up? You were out cold a second ago!" I shrugged my shoulders, immediately looking away from him to scan the buildings we were driving past. They were almost all restaurants and food chains of some sort, my mouth-watering at just the thought of the food they'd be serving. 

"When I sensed we came into a strip of fast food restaurants. Look at them all!" I shouted eagerly, hands gripping at the car door in excitement. I heard Troye's defeated sigh, a smirk finding my lips as I realized I was getting my way. 

"Which one?" He said quietly, clearly not thrilled with having to stop his driving marathon. I turned back to him with the widest smile I could manage, hoping it'd make him feel a bit more confident in his decision.

"You can choose." I offered, purposely making my voice sound as sweet as possible. He smirked, eyes flickering away from the road again to take in the buildings we were passing. He looked back promptly though, likely finding his choice in that short matter of seconds.

"Let's go to 'Salad Heaven'." My jaw dropped, a disgusted noise leaving my mouth before I could stop it. I was not eating lettuce right now, what do I look like? A rabbit?

"I change my mind, I'm taking away your choosing privilege." I said sternly, shooting him a quick glare before pointing out a different restaurant a few ahead. I'd never heard of it before, but judging by the burger on the sign, it was a promising choice. "There."

"Alright, fine." He chuckled, turning into the parking lot without another word on the matter. I scooted over to the middle seat as soon as the car was parked, gratefully pecking his cheek and squeezing his hand. He just rolled his eyes, waving me off and mumbling something about hurrying up.

I let him lead the way into the building, though I insisted on being the one to pay once we'd ordered. He was a bit hesitant, but when I refused to back down and the line behind us was starting to complain, he let me shove my money at the person behind the counter. I was content to get my way, prancing toward a table in the back corner and ignoring the way he was sulking beside me.

I sat down, happily shifting into the corner and turning to look out the window. There wasn't really anything exciting out there, the highlight being the two pigeons fighting over some abandoned fries, but I quickly found a more interesting thing to look at, watching Troye's reflection in the glass. He was watching me with a lovesick smile on his face, looking like he was completely saturating in the feeling of being near me. I doubted he could tell I was watching though, or that I could see even if I wanted to. I certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell him.

I saw the waiter approaching with our food in the reflection before he was anywhere near, turning to greet him with an eager smile. I grabbed my food off the tray as soon as it slid to a stop across the table, halting directly in front of me. Most of it was mine though, so I doubted Troye would be complaining.

We ate quickly, knowing our time was limited if we wanted to stay on track. I was just finishing up when his hand settled on my leg, my eyebrows shooting up at the unexpected touch. He grinned at my reaction, shifting closer in an obvious attempt at being discreet as his hand ran further up. It settled at the top of my thigh, fingertips brushing against the crotch of my pants not quite harsh enough for me to feel it through the thick fabric. Still, I knew it was only a matter of a bit of pressure and I definitely would be, that was not okay in a family restaurant like this.

"Get your hand off my thigh, Troye Sivan." I said under my breath, my voice coming out practically a hiss with how frustrated I was with him. It's not that I didn't want it, because I did, but he wasn't achieving anything with this but getting me even further worked up when he couldn't follow through. 

Not surprisingly, he didn't listen, only trailing his hand up further until the entire thing sat lightly on the crotch of my jeans. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip when he pressed down harshly, rubbing the heel of his hand against me. "You're nearly as bad as that night at the dance, and you're not even drunk."

"I'm drunk off love." He purred in my ear, tilting his head at an awkward angle just so he could take my ear lobe into his mouth. He sucked harshly, my eyes becoming hooded as the pleasure washed over me. They weren't closed though, so I didn't miss the man who'd served us earlier looking in our direction with a mortified look.

"Troye, stop right now or I'll hit you." He let out an actual whimper of disapproval, though he did back off. He turned in his seat, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and staring off into nothing. I sighed, turning back to my meal and finishing it up. I was just swallowing the very last bite when my phone suddenly went off in my pocket. I checked the screen quickly, not intending to reply unless it was important. My eyes widened slightly seeing Troye's name lighting up the screen, curiosity forcing me to withdraw the phone and check what the text said.

"Not relevant to anything, just a general question. Would you consider yourself too classy to participate in sexual activities in a restaurant bathroom?" I groaned out loud before shoving the phone back into my pocket, turning to glare at him. He didn't even blush under my scrutiny, only winking in what he probably thought was a seductive manner. 

"Yes, I do consider myself that classy. Finish your drink and leave me alone." I said harshly, knowing he wouldn't take it seriously. He didn't seem to be taking anything seriously right now, given how he was practically throwing himself at me in public.

"But it's not very thirst-quenching." He muttered quietly, grabbing the straw and lifting it in and out of the cap, the horrendous sound of plastic-on-plastic following.

"Clearly."

***

"Troye!" I shouted, watching his eyes immediately flutter open upon hearing the call. He tightened his grip on the wheel, swerving slightly to regain his rightful position on the road. He waited until he had a grip on things before risking a glance in my direction, giving a fakely-innocent smile when he saw my harsh glare.

"What?" He asked, clearly trying to seem oblivious so we wouldn't have to have the talk looming over us. I shook my head though, looking out at the nearest sign and figuring out how long until the nearest exit. It was coming right up soon.

"You just fell asleep at the wheel, we're calling it a night." I said, trying to seem as strict as possible on the matter. I already knew he was going to disagree, he'd been saying all day how he couldn't possibly run so late he didn't make it there tonight. It was technically tomorrow already though, considering it was after midnight. I just wasn't sure he'd share that outlook.

"We still have like half an hour to drive. I can last that long." He argued, staring even harder at the road in front of us. I shook my head, my voice strict and leaving no room for argument. 

"No, you can't."

"What do we do then?" He sounded unreasonably sour with me, but I couldn't really blame him. We were up early and he's clearly exhausted, I'm surprised he isn't biting my head off.

"Let's go off that exit into the nearest town, maybe they'll have a cheap hotel." I suggested quietly, unbuckling my seat belt and hurriedly sliding into the middle seat. I buckled myself back in before the car's annoying beeps could continue for too long, sighing contently as I leaned my head back against the seat. The change of seats was half to be closer to Troye and get back on his good side, but mostly to watch in case he fell back asleep.

The town we pulled off into was insanely small, only really a single stretch of paved road surrounded by an abundance of dirt ones. It didn't take long to spot a hotel, though I was pretty certain it was the only one around. I couldn't think of any other place they'd have one with this little space. Troye was the one to go in, insisting I stay in the car and make sure nothing happened to our stuff. I guess he's watched one too many movies about people having their luggage stolen and having to live with minimal rations, who knows. Or maybe it was all for his car that he loved so much, wanting to make sure nothing happened to it in the few minutes he'd be gone.

I sat up further in my seat when I saw him walking across the parking lot again, eager to hear what he had to say. Judging by the scowl evident on his face, it probably wasn't something I would want to hear. He opened the door and slipped into the driver's side without a word, exhaling loudly and staring forward out the window.

"Well?" I prodded, getting the idea that he wasn't going to speak up unless I practically forced him to. He shook his head slowly, not even looking over at me when he finally did reply.

"It's the only one in town and there's currently a car show going on, so they have no vacancy."

"Ugh." I groaned out, sinking back in my seat all over again. Really I was just trying to sympathize with him, because his tone was still a bit upset. Whether it was upset in general or upset with me, I really wish I knew.

"Let's just keep going." He suggested, turning to my with hopeful eyes. I sighed, realizing he still hadn't given up on that idea. I couldn't risk anything happening to us, not when everything in my life was going so well all the sudden. The thought of losing even a second spent with Troye over a car accident was horrific.

"No, it's not worth the risk." I stated firmly, watching his answering eye roll and the way he gripped the steering wheel tighter. Clearly that wasn't the answer he'd been hoping for.

"Well, what are we gonna do then?" He asked, sounding even snarlier now. It was like he was blaming me for our lack of options. I shrugged my shoulders, sinking as far away from him as possible while in the middle seat. I figured it'd look too deliberate if I actually unbuckled and moved back to the seat farther away.

"Sleep in the car I guess." I said weakly, eyes fleeting as I tried my hardest not to look back in his direction. I hated seeing him upset, I hated being the reason even more.

"Wow, how comfortable!" He said sarcastically, scoffing under his breath as he grabbed the key and turned the car on. We didn't speak again as we started to drive, just watching the scenery fly by. It was a relatively bright night, the moon full and casting off a lot of light.

"We're in the middle of nowhere." Troye spoke up suddenly, my eyes reluctantly flickering over to watch him as he spoke. He still looked far from happy, but I could tell the actual anger was dissipating from his body. He was just tired and cranky now. "A chainsaw murderer is going to break into our car while we sleep."

"Shut-up." I snapped, probably a bit too harshly. I couldn't help it, his words sparked a fear I hadn't had prior in my mind. I mean, of course I'm afraid of chainsaw murderers, but I hadn't even considered it as a possibility. He snickered under his breath, a sound I probably would have found relieving after his fit had it not been at my pain. I was about to snap at him again about laughing, when the headlights illuminated a large sign in front of us. "Look! There!" 

"A picnic park?" Troye asked skeptically, earning nothing but a nod in response. He didn't argue, just sighing quietly under his breath before pulling into the drive. I kept my eyes open for any signs saying overnight parking wasn't allowed, thankful when there were none. This place was perfect. It was secluded, but well-tracked enough that we probably wouldn't have to worry about any dangerous animals.

"What do you think?" I asked as he turned the car off, looking through the windows eagerly and trying to take everything in. I turned to him when he didn't reply, wondering why.

"It'll do." I watched in silence as he shifted onto his side, curling up facing away from me with his hands tucked neatly under his head. I bit my lip, waiting for any further interaction. Nearly a minute had passed before I spoke up, getting impatient for his attention. 

"You're just gonna go right to sleep?"

"I'm tired, Ty." He mumbled awkwardly, a pout finding my lips as I sunk back against my chair. I knew he was still a bit upset with me for forcing him to pull over for the night, but I wasn't expecting the total cold shoulder. He'd been so intent on fooling around all day, I figured he might see this as the perfect opportunity. We were alone, for the first time today, and it was the one time he didn't try anything.

"Okay. Sweet dreams." I said quietly, exhaling softly as I turned to look out the window. The majority of the snow had melted now, the only remainder being the occasional drift where snowplows had piled it so high it took longer to melt. The air was still cold though, similar to that off autumn temperatures before the snow falls. 

"Love you." I blinked, drawn from my relatively boring thoughts from Troye's gruff voice. I'd thought he was asleep already, a smile finding my face when I realized he was still up and had waited to say that before drifting off to sleep. He's obviously a bit ticked off, but I'm sure he realizes I did what I had to for the greater good.

"Love you too." I said in a singsong voice, debating whether to shift closer to him and attempt cuddling. Now was really my only chance, considering I wouldn't want to risk waking him up after he'd finally fallen asleep. I wasn't quite ready for sleep myself though, buzzing with unexpected energy. I had slept in the car earlier and had barely gotten out of my seat at all the entire day, I guess it wasn't entirely unreasonable to be energetic now.

Maybe I could put it to good use, or at least some form of use so I wasn't sitting here buzzing in my seat while he tried to fall asleep. I could go outside. I'd probably be fine, it wasn't even a park people would go to. There was no playground, only a pond, picnic tables, and outhouses from what I could see. None of it was out of view from the car though, so if anything happened Troye would probably be able to hear me. That's it then, it's decided, I'll go for a quick walk before trying to fall asleep. Troye seems like he could use some space right now anyway.

I grabbed the door handle, trying to open it quietly in case Troye actually had managed to fall asleep in the last minute. I barely had it ajar enough to fit my hand through when his gravelly voice spoke up again.

"Where are you going?" He asked, not even lifting his head to address me. He's tired though, I've got to respect that.

"Just to stretch my legs, I'll be right back." I said, forcing my most cheerful voice I had to show through. I didn't want him to worry or misinterpret my reasoning behind the exploration. He took a few seconds to reply, humming intuitively before nodding his head against the seat where it rested.

"Be careful." He said quietly, voice so shy I could barely hear it. I did though, a smile finding my lips as I leaned over to tentatively peck his cheek. It was the only part of his face exposed, and I wasn't quite sure of where I stood with him enough to go for a full-on kiss. He didn't complain, humming again as he nuzzled his face further into the soft fabric. I smiled contently, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes before sliding back over and getting out of the car.

I was pleasantly surprised by the temperature, realizing I made the right choice by not wearing a winter coat, only a sweater. It was still chilly, but not enough to be actually uncomfortable. I kicked at the still half-frozen dirt as I walked toward the pond, clearly most interested in that.

I approached quietly, finding a particularly large tree by the water's edge and leaning against it. I yawned quietly, looking around the area excitedly. I froze when I saw movement across the pond, flattening myself against the tree and debating what my best move would be if it was some sort of predator. Run back to the car? Or would that make me seem like prey to a wolf? I could probably reach the car before whatever it was got around the pond, then I'd-

A deer.

It's a deer.

I let out a breathless chuckle as I watched it tentatively walk out of the bushes, head high and looking around for any sort of threat. Apparently not noticing me, it took another few steps to the water's edge. I thought it was just going to duck it's head and take a drink, eyes widening when a baby stumbled out behind it. A smile found my lips, watching as the two of them started to drink. I almost wished there was better lighting so I could take a picture. Even on a bright night like this, I doubted my phone camera was capable of catching anything.

I guess it couldn't hurt to try, I looked down as I grabbed my phone out, freezing when I noticed the pair of shoes beside me. I screamed, jumping backward and listening to the sound of the deer taking off across the pond. I threw my hands up in front of me, squeezing my eyes tightly shut. Troye probably heard that, right? He'll come and rescue me and- Wait. Those were Troye's shoes, weren't they?

I opened my eyes slowly, glaring at the disheveled boy in front of me.

"J-Jesus Christ, Troye! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I gasped out, hand clutching at my chest as the other sank back down to my side, realizing there wasn't actually a threat. Troye just yawned, apparently completely indifferent on the topic of nearly causing me a heart attack.

"I couldn't sleep." He mumbled, stumbling forward to wrap his arms around my torso, hugging me tightly as we both leaned back against the tree. I could feel the bark digging into my back through the layers of clothing I had on, but I didn't complain. I was too ecstatic to see Troye still awake, to know I'd still get more time to interact with him tonight, possibly even the chance to fall asleep cuddling that I'd thought I'd missed out on.

*Smut warning*

"You poor thing." I laughed, feeling him squirm even closer to me, pressing the length of his body to me. My jaw went slack as I realized the movement hadn't been as innocent as I thought, the bulge in his pants noticeable when he pushed it against me like that. "Troye."

"Tyler." He replied cheekily, completely ignoring the warning tone in my voice. I knew I mentioned wanting to fool around a bit, but not outside. I didn't reply any further, which he must have taken as approval given the way he started to grind his hips forward against my side. One of his hands landed on my stomach, skirting under my sweater with ease. It went to work on the button of my pants, making quick work of undoing it. He slipped two fingers under the waistband of my pants then, a gasp leaving my lips as I shivered noticeably under his touch.

"Your hand's cold." I said meekly when he lifted an eyebrow, curious about my actions. He chuckled quietly, the sound still gravelly from the bit of sleep he'd managed to get. He slipped his hand completely into my pants then, immediately cupping the growing bulge in the front of my briefs. I could feel my heart racing, eyes flitting around us like I expected someone to approach out of nowhere. "We shouldn't be doing this. Someone could see us."

"Good, let's put on a show worth watching." He muttered into my shoulder, speeding up the pace of his hand. I bit my lip, hips bucking forward against his hand on their own accord. I couldn't regret it though, not when it caused me to feel that good and moan that loudly. I hadn't even realized how much his persistence had gotten to me today until now.

"You're filthy, has anyone ever told you that?" I accused, eyes hooded when they flickered back to his. He smirked, leaning in to peck his lips to my cheek. He didn't pull away completely though, instead kissing a track toward my ear and brushing his lips over the lobe as he spoke.

"You love it." He accused, my cheeks flushing when I realized he was right. It'd be stupid to even deny it right now, while I was going along with all his advances so well. So instead I just blushed, nodding my head barely enough to be noticeable as I concentrated on the feel of his hand palming me through the thin fabric.

"Are we doing this? Against a tree?" I laughed, breathing heavily as he slipped his hand out of my pants. I was fully hard now, heart pounding in the mix of adrenaline and arousal. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this, where people could see. In fact, I had even more trouble believing that I liked it. But I did, I really did.

"Yeah." Troye murmured against my skin, lips moving against my neck with the single word. I groaned softly, eyes falling shut in ecstasy as he started to really kiss at the sensitive skin just below my jaw, licking and nipping to add to his fading collection of marks on my neck. At first I'd debated wearing a scarf solely to cover them up around his family, but I didn't really want to. It may lead to awkward moments, but the point of his marks was to show them off, wasn't it?

"Did you bring the condom with you? What about lube?" I panted out, beginning to feel desperate in my eager state. We'd only been standing here for five minutes at most, but I couldn't help it. I wanted him now.

He groaned in frustration against the part of my neck he'd been concentrating on, clearly meaning he forgot the two things necessary before walking over here. I opened my mouth to volunteer to go get them, not getting a single word out before he was grabbing my hand and tugging me along behind him.

"Wait here." He said strictly, leaving me standing by the hood of the car as he walked around to the backseat. I could hear him cursing under his breath as he rummaged through the luggage. My lips quirked up into a smile, looking around in a bid to pass the time and distract myself from how painfully hard I was. It didn't really work, only ending up fantasizing about Troye taking me in practically every place my eyes fell on. None of them were really reasonable though. Well, not until my eyes actually landed on his car, lighting up with curiosity. "Okay, let's go back-"

"Can we just do it here?" I blurted, blushing as I realized I'd actually suggested it out loud, and with so much gusto. I'd been so distracted in the thought of it, I forgot how weird it'd probably be to suggest it out loud. What if he hates the idea and-

"Against my car?" He asked, eyes wide and incredulous as they flickered between me and the hood. I could just tell he was thinking, probably fantasizing over how it could go himself. I watched his eyes noticeably darken, his voice lower when he spoke up again. "Okay, lean over the hood."

"Should I take my sweater-" I started to ask, trailing off when he shook his head.

"Keep it on, you'll get cold." I nodded my head, stumbling a bit when he suddenly placed his hand between my shoulder blades, forcing me forward and down over the hood. Not that I minded, I would have on my own time eventually. I guess I was just a bit too slow for his liking.

I chewed distractedly on my bottom lip as I waited for him to touch me, deciding it'd be hotter if I didn't turn around and watch. I tensed when his hands settled on my hips, fingers slipping under the waistband of my undone pants on either side, pulling them down just enough to uncover my ass. I knew he wanted me to keep the sweater on, but something about that was different than this. It felt almost dirty to let him do this while I was fully dressed, a constant reminder that what we were doing was wrong. It wasn't really the cringe-worthy kind of wrong though, more-so the kind that pushed you on, made your heart race.

He ran his hands up under my shirt, my body shivering as he dragged them back down, blunt nails just barely scraping against my skin. He hesitated when he reached my lower back before traveling any further down, ultimately shedding his inhibitions and letting his hands grab at my cheeks, kneading at them but never really touching me the way I wanted him to.

Deciding to voice my frustration, I pushed back against his touch, trying to shift his hands to the middle of my ass. He sighed behind me, clearly not thrilled to be giving up his moment. He didn't argue though, taking his hands off me completely. I heard him shuffling, likely to pick up the lube from wherever he'd set it. I grinned into my arms at the sound of the cap flipping open, rubbing my thighs together in a bid for friction as I waited.

I jumped when he finally touched me again, one hand gripping my hip to keep me in place as the other immediately slipped a finger past my tight entrance. 

"Oh God!" I stuttered out, clenching around the unexpected intrusion as I tried to get used to it. It wasn't so much the stretch I was having trouble with as it was the temperature, his hands cold from being off my body for so long. "Your finger's are freezing."

"Sorry." He apologized quietly, beginning to move the single digit in and out of me, occasionally curving it to just barely brush over the place I wanted it to. I wasn't too downhearted though, knowing he'd give me what I wanted in due time. He knew what he was doing.

"No, I think I like it." I muttered, surprising myself with my words. I guess I did like it, it just wasn't something I'd expect myself to. My body knew before my mind did. 

He chuckled behind me, the loving kind that made it clear he was just as amused by my reaction as I was. I felt him slip another finger inside, gritting my teeth at the slight stretch. It was far from painful though, adjusting after only a few more thrusts of his fingers.

"Are you ready?" He panted out, a soft moan leaving my lips at how breathless and hot he sounded already. I knew he hadn't prepared me quite as much as usual, but I didn't care. I wanted him now just as much as he seemed to want me.

"Yes, just hurry up." I said, clenching around nothing when his fingers suddenly left me. As much as I was upset with the loss, I also knew it wasn't nearly as desirable as what was coming next. 

"Damn it!" I lifted my head curiously at his sudden curse, still not taking the time to look back at him.

"Forget how to put the condom on?" I snickered, never missing a chance to tease him over our first time. He groaned behind me, sounding exasperated when he spoke up again.

"Very funny." I found it funny, laughing softly before he spoke up again in a matter of seconds. "No, I grabbed the wrong kind."

"I don't care." I laughed, completely indifferent at this point. It could be glow-in-the-dark and I could care less. I wouldn't be seeing it anyway and right now all that mattered was having him inside of me. He didn't speak up again at first, making me wonder what was taking him so long. "Troye!"

"It's ribbed." He muttered in explanation, sounding almost embarrassed. I smiled despite myself, realizing he was being so hesitant because he wasn't sure if I'd actually want it. "You want me to go get a different one?"

"No, use this." I said decidedly, knowing I couldn't wait any longer than necessary for the sake of something so irrelevant. Besides, we were going to have to try them sooner or later, when our condom stash started to run low, why not now?

I waited patiently for him to put it on, head hanging between my shoulders as I pressed backward expectantly. He just swatted at me though, muttering something about not getting in the way and being too eager. I rolled my eyes, beginning to wonder if he actually was having trouble. I was about to turn around for the first time and expect, when his hand settled on my hip again, holding me still as he lined his tip up with my hole. I pressed backward now, not even caring if he made another comment about how eager I was, I just wanted it. 

He pressed forward at the same time I pressed backward, my breath hitching as he slowly sank into me. The different type of condom created a sensation I hadn't felt before, my hips moving before his did in an almost experimental way. I sank back on him further until he was buried to the hilt, only to shift forward again and breath heavily through my mouth at the new kind of friction.

"Feel good?" He asked, his tone obviously strained. I realized then how much he'd likely been holding back, waiting to get my verdict before doing anything further. I nodded my head, purposely clenching around him.

"Feels great. You can move now, don't hold back." I panted out, gasping when he immediately listened, bucking his hips forward harshly. It felt even better when he was the one doing the moving, my mouth falling open to make breathing easier as he started to pick up a steady rhythm. I watched the small fog patches form where my breath hit the hood, gritting my teeth at the fast pace he'd immediately started out with. That was to be expected though, he was horny all day and possibly still a bit angry. Rough was what he was going for and I was far from complaining.

"Don't scratch up the hood." He demanded suddenly, stilling his hips to bring a hand down against one of my cheeks, and obscene slapping noise of skin-against-skin following. I mewled softly, slumping against the hood and turning my hands palm-up to keep from scratching it any further. However, I already knew I wanted to feel that particular form of punishment again, the slight sting still lingering in my backside oddly intoxicating. I figured I'd just ask rather than make him actually mad at me again though.

"Do that again." I said forwardly, not even making it a question. It wasn't a question, there was no room for argument, I wanted to feel his hand come down against my exposed skin again...and again, and again.

"Spank you?" He asked, his thrusts slowing to an almost sensual grind as he lifted the hand holding my hips still, bring it back down on the opposing cheek. My hips bucked forward without warning, another moan leaving my lips as felt my knees quiver. "You like that?" He asked curiously, clearly still surprised by the new found realization. I nodded my head, eager to feel his hand on me again.

"Yes! Do it again!" I begged, feeling one hand dig it's nails into my hip as he started to thrust into me more roughly, just barely missing my prostate. I couldn't really complain though, not when he was somehow managing to keep up the movements of his hand in time with each forward thrust of his hips. I was very thankful for the way I could brace my body weight on the hood rather than having to hold it up myself, knowing I wouldn't be able to with how much my legs were shaking as it was. 

If I thought that was too much, my entire body felt like it was going to give out when he suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts, sending himself straight into the bundle of nerves that had my jaw dropping in a not-so-silent scream and my knees buckling. He managed to hold me up by the hips though, giving up the spanking to use both hands to hold me up. 

"You're gonna get us caught, Ty." He said quietly, the loving undertone to his voice noticeable even while scolding me. I had to admit, I really wasn't thinking. Making noises like that, anybody could mistake it for something else and come out here to see what's wrong. I couldn't help it though, not when he was supplying me with this much pleasure. I had to vocally respond.

"Please, Troye, please." I whimpered pathetically, trying my best to stay quiet as he continued to drive into me, hitting my prostate straight-on with each movement. He dug his nails harsher into my hips as his sped up, unknowingly pleasuring me further as he got lost in reaching his own high. "Oh God! Yes! Harder!"

"Shut-up." He commanded harshly, hips halting and making a pathetic cry of protest leave me lips. Only a second passed before he was suddenly shoving a bundled-up wad of fabric toward my face. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, opening my mouth to argue. I didn't get to though, the scarf shoved into my mouth before I got the chance. I realized what he was doing then, blushing as I realized I'd probably been being too loud again, right after he'd scolded me. I sunk my teeth into the fabric, taking my consequence obediently, even if it meant I couldn't call out his name.

He continued his rough pace even now that I couldn't encourage it vocally, sinking into me repeatedly and making muffled cries leave my lips each time he drove directly into the spot I wanted him to. They got more persistent the closer I got to my high, near-constant whines and moans muffled by the fabric as I tried to warn him about my quickly approaching high. I was almost relieved when he finally addressed the noises.

"Are you gonna cum soon? Is that what you're trying to say?" I nodded my head desperately, pushing back against him and begging to be drilled harder. He slapped at the side of my hips where his hand had been gripping, making me wince slightly at the contact over the marks he'd left with his nails. "Stand up." He demanded, making me shake my head into my arms. I wasn't entirely sure I could manage that on my own right now. He groaned, grip moving to brace my chest as he lifted me up. I felt used and exhausted in the best way, the blood pounding in my ears as he held me up. He only used one hand though, his lips finding my neck to kiss at it unnervingly gently.

His thrusts started again after a few seconds, harsher than before as each one had me jerking upward, the overwhelming stimulation this close to my high almost unbearable. I started to reach for my length, noticing the pre-cum building at the tip and knowing I was too close now. He could probably send me over the edge without being touched, but I couldn't resist the thought of feeling even better. I was greedy.

My hand never made it though, intercepted by his as he swatted it away. While the other remained tightly gripping me and holding me upright, the other wrapped loosely around my shaft, squeezing once before loosening his grip again. I was on the brink of euphoria, too close to my high to put up with his teasing. I did though, despite how badly I wanted to just pull his wrist away and get myself off. 

"I want you to cum all over the hood, can you do that?" He asked, lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. His hips were jerking forward almost sporadically now, reminding me I wasn't the only one this close to my climax. How he managed to remain so controlled was one of the many questions I'd never know the answer to.

But instead of questioning it, I just nodded, breathing heavily as I looked down and watched his hands move in sure strokes over me. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, feeling my muscles tighten and my legs quiver as I finally fell over the edge. I gasped, throwing my head back to rest on Troye's shoulder as the scarf fell from my mouth. Despite how bad I knew it was, I couldn't stop the noises from spilling out of my lips as he milked me through it. They were loud and obscene, but I couldn't help it right now.

I wanted to watch, to see why he was so intent on me cumming over the hood, but I was too lost in ecstasy. My hips bucked forward into his hand even if I tried to be obedient and keep them still. He didn't complain though. In fact, he didn't say anything, the only sound he made being his hot heavy breaths hitting my neck and soft grunts as he continued to chase his own high behind me, thrusting into me relentlessly as my body convulsed with pleasure around him.  

"God, you're fucking hot." He rushed out, his voice deep and gravelly. His grip tightened, hips jerking upward in one final deep thrust before he was shouting his completion, head dipping forward and surprising me when his teeth sunk directly into the spot on my neck he'd been kissing earlier.

"Ahh!" I shouted, eyes squeezing shut at the sting of pain. I didn't really mind it though, nor did I mind the way his hands were scratching up my sides under my shirt, pulling me back down against him even further until he was buried into me completely. He was panting and whimpering softly next to my ear, the sounds making lust fog my mind all over again as he came behind me.

Seconds passed of nothing but labored breathing before he was suddenly pulling out, my body feeling the loss as I let out a quiet whimper. He caught me as I started to slump forward against the hood, cradling me back against his chest and pecking his lips to my shoulder. I figured he would have went with my neck, had he not mutilated it already.

"Sorry." He whispered against my skin. He was still breathing heavily but he seemed to have regained his rational thinking, judging by the way he lifted a hand to lightly thumb at the mark on my neck. I whined quietly, feeling his other arm hug me to him tighter. "I really am, did I hurt you?"

"It's-" I trailed off, furrowing my brows as I tried to figure out how to reply. Did it hurt? Yes. Did I mind? Not really. In fact, I felt an odd swooping sensation in my stomach at the thought of walking around sporting the mark. It would probably be even more obvious than the hickeys. I wonder if people would even know it was caused on purpose or if they'd ask me how it happened all concerned. Either way, I couldn't really say I had a problem with it. "-It's fine."

"Yeah?" He laughed, hugging me tighter and making a smile form on my lips. I nodded my head, reaching a shaky hand up to wipe the hair from my forehead. 

"Better than fine." I added quietly, not missing the way his breath hitched, like he was just realizing I actually enjoyed it rather than just put up with it. I wanted to continue the conversation, but my body acted on it's own accord as I shivered noticeably, only noticing the drop in temperature when I was this uncovered now that we weren't taking part in any physical activity.

"Let's go, it's cold." Troye murmured softly, taking a step back from behind me. I watched him slip the condom off his softening erection, tying it in a knot before looking back up at me. "You can pull your pants up, you know."

"Oh." I muttered, leaning over to do just that. I bit my lip at the slight soreness at this angle, knowing that was probably the roughest he'd ever been with me. I didn't mind though, I quite liked it. I stood back up and did up the button of my pants, my eyes falling on the hood before I turned to face him. My cheeks flushed seeing the mess I'd made earlier, looking back to him and seeing him already walking away. "Hey! What about the, you know, all over the hood?"

"Oh, right." He chuckled, walking back over. He still had the condom in hand, making me realize he was probably walking over to throw it out. He bent over, picking up the scarf I'd dropped earlier in the onslaught of my orgasm. He wiped the hood off with it, looking up once he'd finished and giving me a quizzical look. I hadn't even realized I was pouting until then. With a quiet sigh, I decided to explain myself.

"I liked that scarf." I said meekly, not expecting his breathy laugh in reaction.

"Just because I gagged you with it? Did you create a bond?"

"No, because it looked cute on you." I said quietly, crossing my arms over my chest and refusing to meet his gaze. He just shook his head, leaning over to peck my cheek before turning and starting back toward the garbage bin a few feet away.

"Go get in the car." I listened, walking around to the passenger's side and collapsing inside. I definitely didn't feel restless or energetic now. In fact, it was a struggle to stay awake even until he got back and slipped into his door.

The second he did, turning to sprawl out across the seats, I clambered over and fell on top of him, sighing contently as I sunk down against his chest.

"You're gonna lay on top of me?" He asked skeptically, lifting a hand to mess up my damp hair. We were really gonna need a shower the second we got to the cabin.

"Yep." I answered, popping the 'p' sound. He sighed, moving his arm to settle draped over my back.

"You're not worth it."

"I'm gonna have to come up with an excuse for every one of your family member's that ask what happened to my neck. You're not worth it." I said strictly, lifting my head to lock eyes with him. He chuckled, giving a bashful smile before speaking up again.

"What are you gonna tell them?"

"That my boyfriend is a kinky shit that can't keep his teeth to himself." He blushed a bit at that, eyes flitting away to glance out the window. I bit my lip, desperate to fill the sudden gap in the conversation. I didn't realize just how badly I wanted to until I blurted something I wouldn't have dreamt of saying otherwise. "I think you have a thing for hearing me beg, too." I let my head fall back against his chest in embarrassment, looking away with cheeks aflame.

"Maybe." He answered after a few seconds, his tone a mix of thoughtful and teasing. My eyebrows raised just barely, hoping it wasn't enough for him to see. "It's hot, seeing you that desperate for it, knowing you want it that badly." I blushed even harder at that, heart racing in my chest as I thought about his words. Yeah, it definitely was hot when you put it that way.

I wasn't expecting it when his hand suddenly shifted to grab my chin, lifting it up so I had to look at him again. I searched his blissed-out facial expression, trying to figure out what it was he wanted.

"What?"

"You're just cute when you blush." I probably blushed ten times harder at that, spitefully shoving his hand away and collapsing back into his chest.

"Go to sleep." I muttered into the fabric of his shirt, hoping he couldn't read my mind to tell I was blushing this hard or something.