10 Days of Tronnor

Stuck at Ikea

Prompt: 'we somehow got stuck overnight in an ikea and I just want to go to sleep in one of the display beds but you're slowly convincing me that it'd be fun to see how much shit we can get into before the morning staff come to open up the store' au

A/N: This fic was written for prompt #1 of the 10 Days of Tronnor Challenge over on tronnorfanfic.tumblr.com. And if Hannah hadn't guided me through this you guys would have zero smut and two Teletubbies. So go give her some love. <3 Kirsten (Edit: Also thanks to Cat (tronnorfravan) for noticing two major mistakes for me. Love you forever.)

A/N: She isn't joking. She tried to put fucking teletubbies in the fic THREE times. It's 5:16am rn we haven't SLEPT and you guys better appreciate this omg - Hannah xx (troyescoolsht)

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"Connor come on, hurry up!"

"I'm not the one who wanted to make out in between the hanging rugs. You ruined my hair!"

Troye rolled his eyes and leaned against the bathroom wall, giving Connor a satisfied smirk.

"You have to admit it was fun-thrilling even."

This time Connor rolled his eyes. "Maybe. But my hair, Troye. You may look good having sex hair 24/7 but some people can't pull off your 'luscious boy curls.'"

Troye laughed outright at this. He came over to stand behind Connor, reaching up to help flatten it down. "You might have to get it wet."

Connor groaned at this, but turned on the faucet anyways.

They'd been at Ikea for a good part of the day, picking out furniture for their new apartment in LA. This was a big step for their relationship, but they were really excited about it. Troye just kept getting sidetracked in their quest.

After what felt like a lifetime of The Connor Franta Hair Saga, they were finally making their way back into the main part of the store. But something felt different, something was a little off; the lights were dimmed, and there was nobody around.

"What time is it?" Troye asked cautiously, as if he didn't want to spook anything.

Connor looked over at him, slowly pulling out his phone. "Fuck, it's 10:30 pm. They closed at nine. Troye, how long did we spend in between the rugs and in the bathroom?"

"Oops," was the only response he got.

"Ugh, we'd better see if there's a way out. I'd really like to actually go home tonight."

There wasn't a way out.

Connor wasn't very happy about this. "All I want is my own bed right now, Troye, and you had to go and kiss me senseless. Literally."

"I guess we could just try to sleep in one of the display beds?" Troye asked timidly.

"Oh no, Troye. You got us in this mess; we're making the most of it."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, as much as I like the idea of being locked in a store for a whole night, now that I'm actually in that situation, I'm just tired."

"Troye Sivan Mellet, I don't care what you think at this point. We're going to have fun."

"Right."

Connor smashed his lips to Troye's in a near violent kiss that ended with Troye pulling back with a yelped, "Ow!" and Connor looking a bit sheepish despite his determination.

"What was that for?!"

"Let's have sex in as many places as possible. Come on." Connor was suddenly tugging Troye's hand toward the bedroom displays.