It's Understandable: A Tronnor AU

35. Celebration

The day begins in the car. Troye was driving, as per usual, tapping on the wheel with one hand and fiddling with the radio with the other.

"Oh, baby don't skip it." Connor whined as Troye flipped through yet another song. It had already been six skips since they hit the red light, over half in which were beloved songs of Connor's, and he puffed cutely over it. "I like this song."

"Lorde? Why am I not surprised?" Troye teased, continuing to skip. "You stan for her music, though I feel like it's too negative for today. We need something upbeat to pump you up."

Mock fuming, Connor ruffled Troye's unruly curls with impish intent. "Make fun of my love of Lorde all you want, just remember who I found singing Glory and Gore behind the portables a few months ago." He paused for a moment, losing his topic completely, smiling slightly to himself. "We weren't even together then, were we?" He reminisced dreamily. "Damn, it feels like it's been so much longer than it has."

Troye chuckled gently, happily, finally settling on On the Regular by Shamir before responding responsibly to the now green light. The music's sass and buoyant flair made both boys instinctively bop their heads along to the beat, and Connor knew exactly what Troye meant by getting pumped, because these tunes got him loose. Freer, especially when Troye said what he said next.

"Time goes fast when your having fun, but it seems like forever when you're in love." He chuckled. "It's weird, because I would say I have a lot of fun being in love, wouldn't you?"

A lovely blaze in his stomach, Connor grinned himself silly as he wiggled his shoulders. He eyed Troye's cheek, the delicate splatter of freckles pleasing his adoring eyes, and haphazardly leaned over to kiss that very spot. "I would." He said quietly, barely heard over the cowbell-full bass.

Troye smirked in love, but also in jesting torment. "But you're also a pain in my ass sometimes too." He jabbed. "So I guess the whole time going slow thing makes sense."

Connor scrunched up his nose as the chorus tapped it's cool beat into their ears. "Hey!" He swatted at Troye's arm. "You're so mean."

Troye grinned, easing into the school parking lot, and into a softer tone. "But I do love you." He assured, blinking with fluttery eyelashes at Connor as the vehicle settled into a decent parking spot. The engine was clicked into a slumber, and Troye was suddenly on his knees.

"Does that make up for it?" He asked seductively, arching his body over the gearshift and placing his hands on Connor's thighs. He held hunting stance like a tiger, with the passion in his eyes as fiery as said beast's coat. "Or do I have to do a little...extra?"

Connor felt a garden burst from just below his navel so, naturally, there was no words left for prompting. He surged forward, and soon enough Troye was pulled over the gear shift, and into Connor's lap. He straddled the shorter boy, neck bent balletically to bring his lips into full collision with Connor's. If their mouths were cars, there would be casualties.

And if they hadn't been early for school, there would have been a scandal. They were lucky that there were no peeping eyes of gossip-hungry teens slinking by the windows, because the way their tongues so silently and intimately conversed was a dialogue meant for two and two only. Connor hoisted Troye further up his body, and let the hint of breakfast still on their intermingling breaths cleanse his mind of all his troubles.

It helped him focus on the good things. His mom had a job interview today. His little brother was safe in Portland with his older one. He had his waist held tightly between the thighs of a boy who was kissing him so passionately that each suck and pull and press was like an injection of a stimulant drug. Those were pretty good things, if you asked him.