If Only You Knew (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 55: Best Night Ever

this goes from cute to smut hella quick so just a heads up

Tyler POV

After I finished filming my video I walked down the stairs completely exhausted, but as I saw Troye bent over in front of the oven in one of my baggy t-shirts and his boxers I suddenly felt more energized. I walked up behind him slowly, careful not to make a sound because I wanted to scare him, but also because I had a perfect view of his perky butt from his current position.

As soon as I was right behind him I snaked my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me, feeling his warm body against the thin fabric of my clothes.

"You shouldn't wear pants ever again." I whispered as I kissed his temple.

"Shut up." He said sternly, but as I continued peppering soft kisses along his face I heard the adorable giggles escape his perfect lips.

"Watcha makin?" I asked as I stood on my tiptoes to look into the open oven over his shoulder.

"I was trying to make cookies but they've been in the oven for like an hour and nothing's happening." He said and as he turned to face me he had the most adorable pout on his face.

I pecked his lips softly and as soon as I pulled away the pout on his face immediately turned into a small grin, and even though it wasn't a smile with his teeth I wasn't complaining because he looked adorable.

"Troye you fucking idiot." I said, trying to hold back my laughter as I looked at the oven then back to my boyfriend who was still staring at the appliance like it was a complicated math problem.

"What? What did I do?" He said, still as confused as ever and seeing the look on his face I couldn't stop my laughter. He gave me the most terrifying death stare but I still couldn't stop laughing.

"You have to turn the oven on if you want it to work you dumb shit."

"Oh." He said softly and I couldn't believe that he didn't realize that you had to turn on the oven.

"It's okay babe, nobody's perfect." I said softly as I pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Except me." I whispered into his ear just to piss him off even more because he looked cute when he was mad.

Instead of a snappy response he just walked away towards the stairs and I didn't know what he was thinking. Was he actually mad at me, because if he was I was fucked.

"Babe where are you going?" I called after him, a hint of nervousness in my voice.

"I'm going to put pants on. If you're mean to me then you don't get to look at my ass." He said in the most serious tone and I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh, kiss him, or throw something at him, or a combination of the three.

"Come on babe I was just kidding, and I love your ass. Don't hide it from me." I whined as I followed him up the stairs into our bedroom.

"Buy me pizza and give me a piggyback down the stairs and I'll keep my pants off." He said as he flopped down onto the bed with a smirk and I wanted to do so many things to him in that moment, but I knew he wouldn't agree because he's a stubborn little bitch that for some reason I'm obsessed with.

"Fine. Get on." I said as I walked over to the side of the bed and after jumping up and squealing like a 5 year old he jumped on my back and had me carry him.

"Onward slave." He said in a fake British accent as he pointed forward and even though he couldn't see it I still rolled my eyes at him. He was such a dork, but he was my dork so I was okay with it.