It's Complicated (Troyler/Tronnor)

Chapter 14: Haha, Sex

Starring Role- Marina & The Diamonds

Troyes POV
I was already ready to leave as soon as we got to the bar so, so I decided to just hang out with Connor. As we were talking things kept flooding into my mind along the lines of "wow he's hot" or "damn that tight fitting shirt looks hot in him." Of course nothing would happen between us because I'm with Tyler and, Connor is straight, but I could still thinks he's hot. Especially with the nice maroon shirt he was wearing. Connor and I got up and danced a little, but not sexually or anything, just kind of bobbing back and forth to the beat of the music. I haven't seen Tyler in a while, so I decided to text him, then text him again because he wasn't responding. I stepped outside and dragged Connor along with me so I didn't get mugged or something, to call Tyler. He didn't pick up, but I figured he could handle himself so we went back inside. But I got worried so I tried one more time. He answered and sounded angry. He said he was at the hotel, which was weird because I was hoping and praying we could leave soon. I told him I was on my way, after a long bickering session that seemed pointless. So the group decided that we would go back as well. Connor and I rode the elevator together, then we went our separate ways to go to our rooms. I opened the door to the room, and Tyler was sitting on the bed on his laptop.
"Hey Hun!" I said cheerily.
"Uhh, hi." He responded.
"Geez, what's the matter?"
"Oh nothing, how was the night with him?"
"Who?"
"Hmm, Connor."
"Connor? Uh it was fine... We just talked and danced waiting to leave, which It was not cool to do without me by the way."
"You came back first! I heard that you did some things after that too."
"Like what? Drink?"
"No. Sex."
"HAHAHA!! Sex?! We the hell are you taking about?"
"You came back to the hotel and you did things."
"No, no I didn't. Neither did he! Besides what the hell were you and Marcus doing back here?"
"We didn't feel well."
"Alrighty then. But I don't know where he's getting his information because I was sitting in that uncomfortable, smelly, old, disgusting bar waiting for you to come find me and at least say 'hey wanna dance' or 'cmon babe lets go' or something but no, instead youre attacking me about shit I didn't do."
"Fine whatever."
"Can i sleep in this bed tonight or do I need to get the pull out couch ready?"
"Don't be an idiot. Of course you can sleep up here."
"Are we good or..."
"Yeah we're good now that I know the truth." He said cheekily
"Fine."
I pecked him in the lips and went to get my shorts out of my suitcase to get ready to go to bed. I shimmied into the bed into his embrace, and with that I fell asleep with my head on his chest.

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