Addiction - Troyler AU

Chapter 9

Authors Note

Okay, so I updated a little later than expected, I got a bit distracted by pentatonix and all :') Anyway, here you are ;) 

Tyler

"Hey" he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his hotel room. He was now staying in another section of LA, which now meant he was a shorter journey away, which I could only imagine would encourage us to keep up our fun and games. 

But it wasn't exactly fun and games, because each time I was with him, it got harder to leave, and that wasn't a good way to be feeling about someone who had a habit of sleeping around. Granted, I too slept around, but my reason was that I had to make the money, and if I had my way, it looked likely that I would drop the profession like a shot if Troye would have me. He was so mysterious, but his behaviour made me only want to know him more. 

On many occasions I have imagined the possibility's as to why Troye was so closed off, but none of them mattered. What mattered to me was when I looked at Troye, he looked as if he wanted to open up, he just didn't know how, and god I wanted to help him. 

"Troye" I gasped, by this point he had me pinned up against the wall, his lips delicately kissing my collar bone. I noticed that this may have been one of the rare occasions Troye had his lips on my body, rather than the other way round, and I felt a wave of lust rush through my stomach.He looked up to me then, his eyes dilated, lips pink from all the kissing, his hair- I couldn't stop looking at him. Each feature had me feeling more and more obsessed and it scared me but also thrilled me. I felt a strong urge to put my hand through his curls, and my hand moved before I had a second to think twice about it. 

As my hand reached up, Troye's expression changed as he watched my hand make its way to his cheek. His face looked scared, but he didn't flinch. Instead he watched in anticipation, as if he were watching a wild animal, unsure if it would attack, but desperate to see what it would do. 

The moment my hand was placed on the side of his cheek, brushing my fingertips into the curls falling past his ears, I watched his expression change again.His eyes were closed, and I heard a small breath be released from him as I felt the weight of him lean into my hand. I watched as his eyebrows relaxed, which I hadn't even realised before that they were furrowed. I let my thumb brush along his cheek bone, and I saw as his eyes flashed open, meeting me with his intense stare. For a moment we stood, staring at each other, until his breathing picked up again, before crashing his lips into mine. 

I moaned into this kiss as I let both of my hands reach up into his hair, tugging slightly, making him to moan against my lips. He pressed himself up against my entire body, sending chills through me at how much he wanted me. As our kiss became more desperate, I held onto his shoulders, bringing him closer to me, while he wrapped his arms around my waist, almost lifting me off the ground. I felt my cheeks flame at the sensitive behaviour he was showing me that I didn't know he had, and I felt jittery from his actions. I felt his tongue brush my bottom lip, and didn't wait before letting him in. We were so close, and it was slightly overwhelming and intoxicating. 

I realised I may have been developing more than just a crush for this boy, and it was scary. I had no idea if he was the type to turn something like this into a relationship, and I didn't even know if it would last. My heart continued to pound loudly in my chest and I honestly thought Troye would hear it. I wasn't sure if my heart was only beating fast because of what we were doing, or because it was more than that, and I almost grimaced at the possibility.But I didn't care. So, throwing myself into the deep end, I was willing to think that if this was more than a crush, then it was worth the heartbreak for him.Bringing my hands up to his neck, we continued to kiss passionately, exploring each others mouths. I let my teeth nibble on his bottom lip, making a small whimper come from him. I began to walk him backwards, never letting our lips disconnect, before pushing him onto the bed, and joining him by lying myself on top of him.