*Troye's POV*

Smut warning (it feels so good to be able to say that, you don't even know.)

Yet another shiver wracked my body and I snuggled deeper into Tyler's sweater, playing absentmindedly with the fraying strings on the hem. After forever pleading he'd managed to drag me along to one of his football games, even forcing me to stand at the very bottom of the bleachers so I could be close to him when he was on the bench. He was a very demanding thing, though I never even thought twice before going along with any and all of his commands. I still couldn't believe I had him, I was willing to do anything to make sure it stayed that way. Besides, there was absolutely nothing I loved more than that cheeky little smile but meaningful 'thank-you' he'd give every time I caved and gave him what he wanted. 

Currently I was trying to spot him in the mass of sweaty people lumbering around the field. It was the most boring thing I'd ever attended, the highlight of my night so far being when Tyler came back to the bench and took his helmet off. His hair had been all sweaty and messy, making my mind ultimately wander to other situations where his hair might look like that. Then, as if he was totally aware of the thoughts going on in my head, he'd grabbed his water bottle and chugged it carelessly, sending a stream dribbling down his chin. He wiped it off sluggishly, proving he was completely unaware of my gaze as he simply plopped back down onto the bench. I whimpered almost inaudibly, dipping my face into my hands. This was new to me, the whole 'thoughts wandering to dirty places and getting flustered in public' sorta thing. I'd barely thought myself capable of thinking sexual things up until a couple of months ago, and then Tyler- Well, he made it adamantly clear I was more than capable. It was to the point I struggled to keep myself together around him, resisting the urge to drag him off to the nearest closet or alley and have my way with him wherever. He knew it too, he freaking prided himself in it. He knew what he could do to me with a sideways wink or lick of his lips, and he used every oppurtunity to tease me he got. But that's all he ever let it get to; teasing. The closest he'd ever come to living up to his flirthy flirting was the heated make-out session the other day, complete with stripping my shirt off and littering my body with hickeys, successfully marking me as 'his'. I didn't complain, not even when I'd gotten a thousand questions on why my body was covered in purple. I liked being his, in fact, I couldn't think of a single person I'd rather belong to.

I jumped in my seat when the loud buzzer blasted through the speakers surrounding the entire stadium, announcing that it was officially half-time. I squirmed nervously to regain a balance on my seat. I mean, I guess it might have also had something to do with trying to readjust the growing bulge in my pants, but I wasn't about to admit to that, especially not when I caught sight of a sweaty Tyler lumbering in my direction. Oh boy, he'd never let me live it down if he caught me with a hard-on at his football game. I closed my eyes instead of focusing on the gorgeous boy I so badly wanted to right now, instead thinking of the least sexually stimulating things I could. 
Dying puppies.
Casproaches.
Mrs. Smith naked.
The smell of rotten eggs-

"Hey, would you like to buy a hot dog? All proceeds go to the choir group-" I just held up a single hand, glaring at the girl standing in front of me with the tray of food slung around her neck. Not that hot dogs are sexually stimulating or anything but, well, they were one of those things that just automatically made your mind wander to other... things. The girl didn't seem that fazed, trotting off the way she'd approached. I let out a shaky sigh of relief, one that was quickly cut short when I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist quickly, pulling me backward and right off of the bright orange bleacher bench. I squealed, squirming as Tyler spun me around to face him. He had a huge smile on, his eyes sparkling as he cupped my face in his hands. I grimaced, the smell of the football and sweat all over his hands. He didn't notice or he didn't care though, instead just leaning in and quickly pressing a light peck to my lips. PDA wasn't really our thing, given the community we lived in, but I guess tonight was a special occasion or something.

"Are you having fun?"

"What? Sitting in a crowd of screaming people and sitting alone while watching my boyfriend run around all sweaty with a bunch of other men? Why wouldn't I be having fun?" I purred, plastering on an over-the-top fake smile. He just rolled his eyes at me, letting his hands fall down to my hips.

"Don't you sass me, Troye Sivan, you were the one that agreed to come." He growled, crowding closer to me as he pulled my hips closer to him. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, my breathing becoming erratic the closer he got to me.

"Only because you wouldn't quit bugging me about it." I retorted quickly, trying to add an unneccessary amount of sass to my tone. It wasn't often that I was ballsy enough to tease Tyler back to any extent, but it almost felt necessary right now. It was the only form of revenge I had for him making me sit in the stands horribly bored this entire time. Surely he knew me well enough to know I wasn't going to enjoy it. Sports weren't my thing, it's not like it was any big secret.

"So you haven't enjoyed it at all? Surely there's at least one cute football player that's caught your attention?" He pried, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed me expectantly. I knew exactly what I was supposed to say here, but for some reason I was still feeling particularly rebellious.

"I mean, number twelve on the other team is pretty cute. I've always had a thing for black hair." I said thoughtfully, tilting my head to the side to represent the deep 'thought' I was in. I was well aware of Tyler's suddenly dark eyes staring at my over-exposed neck, though I decided to disregard it. It was kind of nice to be in charge for a change.

"He has a really nice butt too, like, I know you were busy chasing that stupid ball the entire time, but did you see that thing?" I whistled under my breath then, letting my head straighten back up, my eyes flickering back to Tyler's to gauge his reaction. I knew immediately I'd messed up badly this time, his eyes nearly pitch black as they glared down at my collarbone. I raised my eyebrows, awkwardly looking down. My eyes immediately noticed the bruise peeking just above my shirt collar, it's color fading to the point of barely noticeable now. Tyler noticed though, considering he likely remembered putting it there. I looked back up tentatively, trying to think up a plan to get back on his good side. I'd noticed his rivalry with this player in particular, watching them duke it out in the mud as they fought for the ball. That's exactly why I'd recited that number, not because he stuck out to me for any other reason. "But, I mean, I can think of an even nicer butt-"

"Oh no, Troye, you're not sneaking out of this one." He chuckled darkly, his voice suddenly a few octaves lower. I swallowed roughly, noticing the way his eyes followed the movement on my neck. I was still trying to come up with my next desperate quip to regain the carefree happy mood from earlier, but he abruptly grabbed my hand and started leading me away. I bit my lip nervously, stumbling along behind him. We walked off the bleachers, only for him to yank my arm a moment later and lead me under them. I continued to gnaw on my lip at this, anticipation swirling in the pit of my stomach. Punishment didn't seem like such a bad thing after all. In fact, if this is going where I think it is, I intend to check out a lot more cute boy's butts in the near future.

He led me to the back corner, the one farthest from the doors so hardly anyone was sitting overhead. My heart was pounding in my chest now, any hope of toning down my 'problem' from earlier completely evaporated. He let go of my hand, bringing a single one of his to rest on my chest. He pushed back lightly, wordlessly telling me to move back against the wall. I did as I was told, completely okay with being submissive if it meant getting what I both needed and so desperately wanted right now. I felt my back hit the brick wall a second later, shivering slightly at the cold temperature of the autumn night. Where Tyler normally would have fawned over me and asked if I was warm enough, now he just smirked to himself as he watched me quiver. He crowded closer to me then, pressing the length of his body against mine. My breathing was more like panting now, just letting my jaw go slack as he leaned forward. His lips were dangerously close to my ear, the heat of his breath hitting me in all the right ways. I honestly didn't have an excuse to be this turned on already, the tent in my pants noticeable despite the fact he'd barely even touch me yet. With this realization I was reminded just how badly I needed him to touch me, my hips immediately lifting away from the wall in their own desperate search for friction. Much to my dismay they didn't find it, Tyler's much stronger hand pinning them to the wall while the other hurriedly grabbing both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. He was so close to me I couldn't really look anywhere else, my eyes falling on the devilish smirk enveloping his face. My bottom lip was trembling as he leaned forward again, actually taking my earlobe between his teeth this time and grinding lightly. He pulled away a moment later, though his mouth remained just inches from my ear. Suddenly he snapped his hips forward against mine, granting me the friction I'd wanted only for a second. I moaned loudly before I could help myself, immediately getting a hand slapped over my mouth in response.

"Shh, not a sound. Got it?" I nodded against his hand eagerly, my length twitching excitedly at the raspiness in his voice. He started up a steady pattern of the movement then, grinding against my obvious erection harshly. I bit down on my lip to keep from making noise, but it was only a matter of time before that wasn't enough. A needy whimper tumbled out of my throat, and with that the pressure was gone as quickly as it had started. I struggled against his grasp on my wrists then, thrashing about and repeatedly whispering the word 'please' like it was the only thing in my vocabulary. He just clicked his tongue, leaning in to press a light kiss to the tip of my nose before letting go of my wrists and abandoning me all-together. My eyes snapped open, watching his receding back as he headed toward the only exit. I stumbled after him clumsily, wincing slightly at the uncomfortable pressure in my groin. I caught up to him just before he stepped back out into people's line of sight, grabbing onto his bicep with both hands and digging my nails in.

"Tyler." I hissed, trying to pull him back toward the wall forcibly. Obviously this didn't work, but it didn't stop me from trying and putting all my effort into it. 

"No, Troye, I have a game to get back to. Why don't you go ask number twelve from the other team to help you out?." He spat, shooting me a glare before ducking back out into the where the light reached. I whimpered, looking down at the obvious tent in my pants. I couldn't exactly go back out there looking like this, not that the idea of missing the rest of the game really bothered me. Maybe I should just go home... I mean, Tyler was already mad, what harm would it do? I peeked around the corner cautiously, relieved to find the halls had already emptied. I then shuffled down it awkwardly, heading for the parking lot. I was actually nearly there when a loud 'Oh! What's happening out there on the field?' screeched through the speakers. I froze, biting my lip as I tried to debate whether it was worth going back for. I mean, they could be talking about anything-

"The referee has announced it as a red card, both players will be sent off for the rest of the game."

Oh, fuck, Tyler, what have you done?

As if hearing my silent question a positively furious Tyler came stomping into the hall a moment later, red in the face and his breathing so heavy it echoed throughout the entire room. Behind him trailed a much measlier looking member of the other team, one who I immediately recognized by the black hair and number printed onto his jersey. They both went to their respective locker rooms on either side of the hall, slamming the doors shut behind them dramatically. 

I stood in the middle of the hall nervously fitting with the hem of his sweater like earlier, though it was also completely different now. I could hear the game continuing outside, the rest of the people already completely over whatever had gone on betwen Tyler and number twelve just a moment ago. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react though. Tyler obviously hadn't seen me in his angry rage into the lockers, he probably still suspected I'd gone home. I could go after him, but he was a little bit scary like that. I was still in the process of trying to make up my mind when one of the doors opened, number twelve walking out and down the hall toward me. I froze as he approached, giving me a pointed glare before continuing past me and out to the parking lot. I bit my lip, wondering if Tyler had somehow managed to explain who I was and to stay away from me. That'd be embarrassing. 

I was actually planning on following the other boy's lead and just leaving, though an angry slam from the room Tyler had entered had my feet hurrying toward the door without giving me a chance to think. I swung it open and walked inside silently, tip-toeing through the rows of lockers. The room was eerily silent and I was beginning to worry when the sound of water running filled the room. My eyes went wide as I realized he was likely showering, feeling guilty as my immediate thought was to go peep on him. I mean, it was his fault for leaving my so frustrated and he was my boyfriend after all. I weighed my options for a bit longer before taking a deep breath and sneaking around the corner of the last locker row, staying half hidden behind it as my eyes scanned the showers. All I could feel was guilt and adrenaline as my eyes fell on the perky butt a few feet away from me. Oh, and not to mention the lust, because there was an awful lot of that pumping through my veins right now too. He still looked angrily, reaching up to scrub shampoo into his hair harshly. That wasn't the movement my eyes fell on though, instead watching the way his arm muscles flexed as he did so. I had to stifle a moan when he slid his hands down his toned chest and stomach, spreading the soap over his body. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as his hand traveled lower, deciding this was where I was going to draw the line. I turned to disappear back the way I'd come from, freezing when a chuckle filled the room.

"You are the worst Peeping Tom I've ever met, Troye." He laughed, the sound putting me at ease ever so slightly. He didn't sound mad so much as just completely done with the drama, past the point of caring about anything. I thought about it for a second before stepping fully out from behind the lockers, confidently strolling over to lean against the one directly behind him, letting my eyes run over his body unabashedly.

"How many Peeping Tom's have you met?" I asked, not breaking my eyes away from his backside even as I said it. He laughed again at this, looking over his shoulder at me with a smirk. My eyes flickered up to his, my mind repeatedly telling me not to look at his ass while he was watching. That'd be a whole new level of thirsty.

"Well, I could have met many, but you're the only one who's been stupid enough to get caught." He said happily reaching over to turn off the water. I was shocked with myself at the noise of disapproval that slipped out of my mouth, a cross between a grunt and a whimper. He seemed surprised too, his eyebrows raising drastically as he grabbed a towel and draped it around his waist. He didn't question it anymore than that though, instead walking past me and to the locker three down from the one I was leaning against. He pulled out a bundle of clothes, making my lips turn down in a frown of frustration. He looked up then, making a spinning movement with his hand.

"Turn around, I need to get dressed." He said quickly, his hand gestures getting more intense. I didn't listen though, instead doing the opposite as I closed the distance between us. I didn't touch him when I got there, instead just standing in front of him with an almost pleading look in my eyes. I knew better than to try and make a move if Tyler wasn't having it, it'd likely only result in more of him teasing me and leaving me to deal with it on my own. "Troye?"

"I don't want you to." I mumbled, sounding almost childish as I shifted my arms up and crossed them on my chest. He just rolled his eyes at my behaviour, suddenly dropping the towel unannounced without warning. My eyes fell to the one part of his body I hadn't seen yet, my own length throbbing harder upon seeing how tall his was standing. Someone was more affected by his own teasing than he liked to let on. I was vaguely aware of the fact he was watching me stare at him like this, so full of uncompromised lust and want, but I also didn't really care. Before it even really sunk in what I was doing I was reaching forward, grateful when he didn't slap my hand away. Instead I was gently wrapping my long fingers around his length a moment later, slowly running my hand up and down just once to test his reaction. He let out a sharp breath, his eyelids falling shut lightly. I picked up my pace a tiny bit after that, though I was obviously still too slow considering he was bucking into my fist only seconds later. 

"Please tell me you aren't this gentle when you get yourself off." He chuckled lowly, though the sentence was interrupted by a moan mid-way. I blushed crimson, biting my lip determinedly as I picked up speed, flicking my wrist with each movement. He whimpered suddenly, a new noise for him. He raised an arm then, bracing himself against the locker for support. I took great pride in noticing how his knees were trembling, almost like they were threatening to give out under the pressure of my touch. I could feel him pulsating underneath my touch, the thought of making him cum clouding my mind until I couldn't think of anything else. Judging by the now endless whimpers and moans of my name he was spilling, I didn't think I'd have to wait that long. My eyes were so fixed on the task at hand that I didn't notice his free arm had snaked forward until it was too late, his hand grabbing my bulge through my jeans harshly.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, my legs actually giving out from underneath me at the simple touch. Thankfully he was faster to react than I was, grabbing my ass and backing me into the lockers roughly to hold me up. I let my head fall back against the metal, past the point of caring if Tyler thought I was acting too desperate as he started palming me. My eyes fell shut, my goal to make Tyler reach his climax completely forgotten as I quickly approached my own. I panted harshly, my hips jolting forward at their own accord, desperate to get more friction.

"Stay still." He growled harshly, removing his hand. I went completely frigid, not daring to move a muscle in case it made him angry. A second later I felt him tugging at my sweater harshly, the only sound in the room our uneven breathing. I was more than happy to meet his request, gripping the fabric and pulling it, and the underlying tank-top, over my head graciously. His hands were on my hips immediately afterward, hastily fumbling with my pants button. I continued my process of encouraging whimpers, biting my lip when his hand brush against my length through the light fabric of my boxers. I opened my eyes then, blushing slightly when I seen the way he was eye-fucking my body. His eyes ran up and down my body repeatedly, eventually coming to a stop at the prominent outline of my erection.

"Tyleerrr, touch me." I begged, the tension suddenly too much for me to bear, lifting my hips away from the wall. His eyes flickered up to mine then, his head shaking firmly.

"I told you not to move."

"I don't care." I replied snappily, glaring into his eyes with a new-found challenging confidence. Of course I wanted to make him happy and all, but I was sick of getting nothing in return. He raised his eyebrows at this response, crossing his arms and scoffing at me.

"Fine then, be that way." He said simply, reaching down to snatch his clothes up from the floor. He put the shirt on first, eyeing me the entire time as he awaited my apology. I didn't open my mouth at all though, instead letting my hand wander down and rest over my bulge. He raised his eyebrows again, though this time he stayed silent, watching almost eagerly to see what I was going to do next. It wasn't like I could just head home and take care of this problem on my own like usual, he'd pushed me way further than ever before and it'd be beyond painful to shrug back into those tight jeans. I was going to get off here, with or without his help.

I moved my hand back up slightly, slipping fingers into either side of my waistband. Tyler's eyes grew impossibly wider as he watched me, his breathing hitching noticeably when I started to slide them down my legs. His eyes were still on me when they hit my ankles, but I didn't call him out on it, instead focusing on the more important matter at hand. My fingers wrapped around my own member, thumbing my slit and slicking the entire length up with pre-cum. I started up a quick needy rhythm immediately after that, gasping at the sensation and clenching both my jaw and eyes shut harshly. The fact that Tyler was watching me somehow made it impossibly hotter, my entire body shaking with the tremors of pleasure, shooting up my spine like electric volts. My ears perked up when I heard a pathetic whimper from Tyler's direction, alerting me he was definitely enjoying the show. I decided to kick it up a notch, smirking at my own idea.

"Oh, Tyler! Harder!" I cried out, trying my absolute hardest to sound seductive as I thrusted into my fist harder. Apparently it worked because a second later there were a pair of hands on either side of my hips, shoving me back against the cool metal as his lips found my neck. My mouth hung agape, not bothering to close it between moans considering they were pretty much constant at this point.

"Fuck, Tyler, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you." I whimpered, my mind going blank as he moved a step closer, pressing the length off his body against mine like earlier. Except, now it was a lot different, considering we were both stark-naked. Whatever I was moaning made absolutely no sense, just incoherent, mumbled, sweet nothings as his hips rotated against mine expertly. My hands that had been hanging by my sides uselessly a second before had found their way to his back, clawing needy long streaks from his shoulders to the dip in his lower back, still not quite sure of myself enough to let them travel any lower.

"You may think that I'm the tease of this relationship, but you have absolutely no idea what you do to me, Troye Sivan. Every time you bite your lip and roll it between your teeth, or when you stretch your arms above your head and your shirt rides up just enough to showcase that adorable little happy trail-" He paused, both his speech and his hip movements, reaching down to tug at the short hair on my lower abdomen to emphasize his point. "Fuck, even when you let your eyes wander over me for just a few seconds too long to be acceptable, it's almost more than I can take. You're literally sex on legs, you don't even need to try to get people all hot and bothered."

His voice was low and gravelly, full of lust and the familiar possessive tone I'd gotten so used to. My member was throbbing between my legs, desperate for him to pick up his grinding again. He didn't though, instead just reaching both of his hands up to cup my face, leaning in to place a single kiss to my lips.

"Sorry?" I tried out, not sure of what I was supposed to say in this situation. He just chuckled darkly at this, leaning into to kiss me deeper, his tongue darting against my lips needily. I obliged, letting his tongue explore my mouth hotly, dominating me effortlessly like he always did. He pulled away abruptly though, shaking his head slightly.

"Don't be sorry, Troye, why would dating sex on legs be a bad thing?"

"I don't know, you just seemed a little, er, frustrated by it?" I mumbled awkwardly, averting my eyes to the tiled floor nervously. He gave a breathless chuckle, his hands trailing down from my face, past my neck and chest, and coming to rest on my hips.

"Oh no, it only frustrates me that I can't push you up against a wall every time you do these things and fuck you, not just until you're screaming my name, but to the point that you forget your own." He growled, the downright filthiness of his words sending a jolt of pure ecstasy straight to my groin.

"What's stopping you?" I replied quietly, still refusing to meet his gaze. He pressed a kiss to my collarbone then, licking a strip up along it lazily.

"I want to take things slow." He replied levelly, grabbing my chin and tilting it up so our eyes had to lock. Seeing as I was past the point of being even slightly embarrassed now I just gestured between the 'space' between our naked bodies, looking at him pointedly.

"I think you've kind of fucked that one up already." He rolled his eyes at this, going back to sucking at my collarbone. He moved in a trail now though, leaving an array of hickeys just like he had the other day. But this time, there were no jeans keeping him from traveling even further south, something I found myself thinking the closer and closer he got to my crotch. He paused on my stomach, licking my navel gently. I wasn't having this though, knotting my fingers in his hair and forcefully shoving his head down further out of pure desperation. He didn't seem to mind, a loud moan filling the room in reaction. He leaned forward slowly then, flicking his tongue across my slit harshly. I groaned, tugging at his hair roughly.

"Tyler, now!" I snapped, before realizing how demanding I'd sounded. "Tyler, please, I need you now."

"Mmm, I love it when you're dominant." And with that his lips had wrapped around my length, immediately picking up a quick-paced bobbing pattern. At first I was confused by why he was so quick after all that teasing, before realizing our time was probably running out before the football game ended and all the players jogged into the lockers to shower. All the very homophobic players. But this didn't freak me out like it should have, only spurring me on further and making me thrust into Tyler's mouth shallowly. He sputtered a bit, leaving me for a moment to catch his breath.

"Sorry, babe, you just feel so good." I praised, ruffling up his sweaty hair. His eyes light up at this, staring into mine intently.

"I don't mind, do what you want with me." He purred, his hands travelling up the back of my legs to grope at my ass. The corner of my lips quirked up into a dark smirk, considering what he'd just offered. It wasn't often I got the chance to assert any form of dominance over Tyler, though the idea of doing it now was more than appealing. He leaned forward again, licking a single strip up the underside of my member, using a painfully slow pace as if begging me to take control and speed things up. I still had the tiniest of inhibitions, which were quickly forgotten when he swirled his tongue around my head, moaning around the tip of my length. 

"You taste so good." He whispered, his voice thick and satiny as he said it. And that was it for me, not even warning him before thrusting into his mouth roughly. He didn't seem too surprised though, obviously both anticipating and expecting this outcome as he quickly let his jaw go slack. I didn't even bother to pick up any sort of rhythm, just using his mouth however I saw fit. He was far from complaining, looking up at me with shining eyes as he casually got himself off. I felt my muscles flex simultaneously throughout my body, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before my climax found me. I bit down on my tongue, gripping his hair tighter and thrusting into his mouth as deep as I could. My release hit me like a train, my entire body shaking as I spilled into his mouth. My eyes locking with his impossibly dark ones as he found his high as well, moaning around my length loudly, without breaking eye contact. 

End of dream.

My eyes snapped open just as my mouth closed, horror dawning on my features as I realized I'd been in the midst of moaning out loud. I blinked hazily, looking around the bright room with pure confusion on my face. I was so disoriented I didn't even notice how fast my heart was racing or the incredibly sticky patch in front of my boxers until I tried to shift positions. My eyes widened in horror, throwing the blankets off and raising the waistband. That was definitely cum- The events of my dream seemed to come back all at once, an image of Tyler looking up at me with hooded eyes seemingly branded into my mind.

"Fuck! No, no, no, no, no..." I whispered, scrambling out of bed with my hands rubbing circles into my temples. I paced for a few seconds before the feeling of the damp fabric rubbing up against my skin got to be too uncomfortable and I had to slip them off, jogging over afterward to make sure my door was locked. Upon locking it I felt a little bit more secure, heading back to my bed and falling onto it, cautiously avoiding the wet spot in the middle of it.

What the fuck was that? I mean, obviously I know what that was, but since when do they happen to me? It was likely a side-effect of all the stupid teasing about sex I'd been exposed to recently. I hadn't even really thought about sex before now, but apparently my unconscious mind had. Holy hell, am I secretly some sort of sex fiend? Are they supposed to be that filthy? Should I be concerned?

As if the dream itself and the dirty laundry weren't bad enough, it had to be about him. I couldn't have dreamt of I don't know... A celebrity? A politician? My mailman? Caspar? Anyone else at all, really. I mean, it wouldn't have been quite as enjoyable for obvious reasons, but at least I wouldn't have to put up with these images seared into my mind, popping up at random times while I'm hanging out with him. Wait. Shit! I'm supposed to be hanging out with him today!

I felt around my bed frantically, eventually finding my phone shoved under the pillow and checking the time. I squealed upon seeing it was already 11am, meaning I had exactly an hour before Tyler got here, if he planned to be on time that is. What if he came twenty minutes early? I'd be fucked! 

I jumped up and ripped the sheets off the bed, snatching up my boxers on my way toward the door. It wasn't until I reached the door that I realized my bottom half was still naked. Sure, my family were supposed to be off picking Amy up right now, but you can never be too safe. I shrugged on some pajama bottoms and continued on my journey to the laundry room. I shoved them directly into the washer, huffing loudly before scrambling back to my bathroom. I grabbed my phone, deciding I should probably text Tyler. We were on the phone for a while last night, but I needed to make sure he knew our plans hadn't changed. 

The only thing that had changed was I had a very nagging picture of him with my dick in his mouth invading my mind almost constantly.

"Hey, Tyler, just wanted to make sure you're still coming over. See you at noon." It was too formal, almost suspiciously so, and he'd surely pick up on it, but I couldn't be casual right now. It worried me that I was already awkward through just a text, making the upcoming moment when I was going to have to face him in person all the more intimidating. My phone went off in my hand and I glanced down to check what he'd replied with.

"Yeah, see you at twelve." My cheeks turned crimson at just the mention of a stupid number, remembering the person on the opposing team from my dream. Fucking number twelve, this was all his fault. It could have turned out just a nice fluffy dream about dating Tyler and going to his football game, instead of fucking his mouth in a dimly lit locker room. My dick twitched at the thought and I groaned loudly, slapping a hand to my forehead. This was already getting to be a serious problem.

A/n: HEUEHEUEHEUEHEHUEEHUES HYDIUIJRMDFH HELP. I JUST, HERE YOU GO, TAKE IT AND LEAVE. ACTUALLY DON'T LEAVE, YOU LITTLE SHITS HAD BETTER LEAVE VOTES AND COMMENTS AFTER YOU ALL REQUESTED THIS SO BADLY. Okay, first of all I realize dreams aren't supposed to be so detailed or graphic BUT WHAT IS THE POINT OF WRITING SMUT THAT ISN'T DETAILED? So, like, idk, pretend you were in Troye's unconscious mind or something. Secondly, I didn't go with full-on sex, deciding to save that for the first REAL smut scene. Thirdly, I just feel it necessary to say that the song 'Nana' by Trey Songz was basically my anthem this entire chapter. My inspiration, truly. Fourthly, I went yardsaling today AND I FOUND A CATDOG TOY. LIKE, IT'S A STUFFED ANIMAL BUT ELECTRIC AND IT SPEAKS. DID ANY OF YOU WATCH CATDOG BACK WHEN IT WAS ON? IDK, IT EXCITED ME. Fifthly, I got mario kart 8 today and i am so excited to play it BUT I DIDNT LET MYSELF UNTIL I FINISHED THIS CHAPPIE SO YOU HAD BETTER LOVE ME YOU PIECES OF BUTT.
Ughh, I still get so nervous posting smut. Did I do the do good? I feel like I overkill with details or I just don't make it hot enough, yanno? I dunno, comment and vote pls pls pls pls pls with cheese. (actually no cheese, that is mine, get lost scroungers)