You and Me in the Old Jeep - TROYLER AU

Chapter Seven

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Song of the Chapter: All We Do by Oh Wonder

7

Troye sat on the end of the bed, pulling on his shoes - I was lying in bed just watching him, watching the muscles in his hands flex under his flawless skin, his long slender fingers flying swiftly and skilfully over the laces of his platform Converse. As if he needed to be any taller than me.

He spotted me awake and looking at him and moved up the bed towards me. I rested my head on his shoulder and felt the warm sigh of his breath on my cheek before he pressed his lips onto my cheek, soft and sweet. I shivered a little with delight, curling my body into his as he swung his legs onto the bed.

"Morning, Tilly," he murmured, and pressed another kiss to my jaw. I reached up sleepily to cup his face and closed my eyes as he kissed me again, just shy of my mouth, teasing.

"Troyeeee," I complained, and our lips met. He tasted familiar and delicious and I sat up, tangling my hands in his messy morning hair to kiss him harder. His body bowed against mine, his hands sliding up my back to my shoulder blades to pull me closer, and then moved his lips to the corner of my mouth again, pressing a line of kisses down my jaw.

BRING!

I shot awake, blinking guiltily, to see a notification on my phone - Troye wasn't there, wasn't kissing me. It was a dream.

I groaned and sat up to pick up my phone, cursing the sour disappointment curling in my gut. It wasn't fair - why should I be having these dreams at all? I shouldn't care about whether Troye was giving me morning hugs and kisses...I didn't care.

I looked at the text Joey had sent me - club tonight? - and set my jaw. I was going to go to a nightclub with him tonight and dance with fabulous strangers and drink until I couldn't even remember Troye's name, let the silky smell of his skin - and I was going to end the night with someone else, someone new.

To my surprise, I spent the whole day pacing the flat, only going out to get groceries, flicking from channel to channel on the TV. It was almost like I was nervous, but about what? This was hardly the first time I'd gone out with the intention of hooking up with someone. And Joey Graceffa, one of my few single gay friends, was a party animal. He'd find a good club, I was sure of it. He was good-looking, but he was one of the rare people I would never dream of hooking up with - it was a friendship I was eager to preserve.

The doorbell rang at precisely 10.13 p.m and I leapt up, half eagerly and half apprehensively. I approached the door slowly, my finger faltering as I reached for the handle, and then jerking it open in a swift, vicious motion.

For some reason, I was half-expecting to see Troye.

Of course, I was instead immediately pulled into Joey's embrace. "Tyler!" he squealed excitedly, releasing me. "Are you ready for a good time?"

I rolled my eyes, switching on the smirk I was infamous for. "Obviously. Can we go?" I whined, pulling him towards the taxi and closing the door behind me, patting my shirt pocket quickly to check my key was still there.

"Eager tonight, aren't you?" he commented, and I shrugged, cursing myself for behaving so oddly.

"Oh, just...you know." My voice sounded flat even to myself, but luckily he didn't notice. I figured that if I didn't tell anyone about the dream, then maybe I could pretend that it didn't happen - and I could keep it close, keep it mine like a secret, like a pebble you brought home from the sea and kept on the mantelpiece like an worn ornament from the ocean.

It only took a few minutes until we pulled up outside the club Joey had chosen for tonight. It was already filling with people, revelers bleached like driftwood by the gold LA sunset loitering at the tinted-glass doors, throwing back their heads and laughing like they were swallowing up the daytime. I opened the taxi doors and was met by a wave of heat and noise, the bass from inside the club throbbing through the pavement into my feet, tricking my heartbeat into beating a little faster. This sight was comforting, was familiar, was all I'd known for years. I took a deep breath; this was what I wanted. All I wanted. Right?

Inside the club the music was deafening and the lights were low enough that you could barely see - just flashes of wide eyes, hands-on-thighs, tanned bodies intertwined on the dance floor. Joey headed straight to the bar to get us drinks while I stood waiting at the edge of the crowd, rising restlessly onto my toes in anticipation to dive straight in, throw alcohol down my throat, kiss a boy I'd never see again after tonight, and forget.

The floor shivered with all the dancing as Joey made his way back to me, handing me a glass. I didn't even look at the contents before knocking it back; it burned my throat and I coughed once, shook my head hard and almost instantly felt lighter.

You want this, you want this. I had to inhale deeply again before I even half-believed it.

Joey downed his a little slower and we went straight into it. The second I hit the dance floor my body moved automatically to the music, that deep growling bass - it was so packed that it was impossible to dance without touching other people. Hot hands and hearts pressed up against my own and I saw the subtle lighting glint off the people around me's teeth, turning all their smiles yellow.

Three drinks later and I wasn't noticing yellow smiles anymore, I was completely fixated on skin on skin. I was grinding against a stranger and when he turned to kiss me roughly, drunkenly, I had no objections.

But even as I made out with him, there was an irritating niggle in the back of my head - a face and a name and pair of blue eyes that refused to leave me alone. And they hurt, so I kept drinking and drinking to keep them at bay.

Another kiss from the stranger - who was as drunk as I was, if not more so - and I steeled myself, sobering up enough to kiss down his jaw like Troye had in my dream -

Troye. I moaned low enough that no one would hear it over the music, squeezing my eyes shut.

The truth was, I had forgotten my own name faster than I'd ever forget his.

The stranger went for another kiss, but instead I took his hand and led him out of the crowd. We were both tripping and stumbling like kittens, and he was laughing. I was laughing too, a little, but I was more numb than delirious. I flagged down a taxi and I made out with him in the backseat - and then I brought him back to my house and we stripped down to our skins and I fucked him to show the world and I how very much I didn't care.

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