Affection 》》

Sleepy Boy

TROYE'S POV
(short/unedited)

It was nearing midnight when I finally arrived at Connor's place, my body sore and energy completely drained. I've been up since eight in the morning and arrived at the studio about an hour later to work on finishing my upcoming album that's to be released later this year after the first installment, WILD, is out. As much as I love making music it takes a lot of hard work and if I weren't so dedicated to completing this I would've given up on it by now.

I reach into my jeans pocket to fish out my keys, lazily fitting the key into the lock and turning it until I hear a click. Once I've let myself in, I'm welcomed by the familiar smell of pine mixed with vanilla that causes a smile to immediately creep onto my lips. I remember going home decor shopping with Connor a few months ago and stopping by the candles and soap section to look for a few new candles because the ones that he had at home were kind of old and honestly, they smelt pretty bad to me. Connor was quick to put the glass jars back on the shelf when I picked out a vanilla scented candle along with a pine forest one with little tree designs adorning the bottom. I questioned him and he told me that he hated the smell so I left him alone and continued to shop but little did he know, I snuck the jars into the cart once his back was turned to me as he lead us out of the aisle. He acted as if he was angry when he found out I tricked him into buying them but I know he was far from that. Plus, the day after as I was getting out of the shower I caught him sniffing the candles with a pleasuring smile on his face and soon lighting them. He's been buying the two ever since.

"Tro, babe?" I hear Connor call from down the hall, most likely in his room about to head to bed. Considering the random times I arrive home from work, ranging from ten at night to three in the morning, he usually calls it a night without me.

"Yeah I'm here." I wearily shout back, sighing and rubbing at my eyes. The tiredness is really getting to me now.

"Come." He says.

I can hear a hint of sleepiness in his voice so I hurry over, eager to nuzzle into his arms so we can both get a good night's rest.

Once I reach his bedroom, I take off my shoes and drag my feet towards his bed, practically falling on top of his body resulting in a grown from the small boy underneath me. He tries to push me off gently but I only wrap my legs around his and lay my head on his chest, tightening my hold around his torso.

"Troye." He sighs in defeat.

"Mmmm..." Is all I reply with, my mind clouding over with sleep.

"As much as I would love to cuddle with you right now, you need to get changed, Baby. you're still wearing your day clothes." He says, his right hand that isn't stuck under my body beginning to rub at my back. I hum appreciatively at the relaxing feeling but he soon stops his movements, a silent way of saying I still need to get up.

"I'm sso sweepy." I mumble into his shirt, my words coming out muffled and childlike due to my exhaustion.

"It'll only take a minute, Love, I set out clothes for you over there on the dresser." He whispers into my hair, leaving a light kiss on the spot.

I sigh in repose. He's right, these clothes are quite uncomfortable.

Slowly I untangle myself from his warmth and reluctantly slide out of bed, stumbling a bit as I make my way over to the dresser near his closest. Sure enough there's a folded white t-shirt and gray pajama pants sat neatly on the wooden surface.

"Thank you." I say to him as I slide my jeans down my legs, kicking them off and climbing into the soft fabric of the pj's. After ridding myself of my thick red sweater, I throw on the t-shirt, smiling to myself as I get a whiff of Connor's intoxicating smell that's on all of the clothes that he owns. Main reason why I love borrowing his stuff. I can't get enough of it.

I make my way back to his bed, this time actually getting into it like a normal person and melting into Connor's awaiting arms instead of throwing myself on him like I did a few minutes ago.

My head rests comfortably between his neck and shoulder, legs locked tightly with his shorter ones, and my hand pressed gently against his cheek. It's not long until his hand resumes it's task at rubbing comforting circles up and down my back, the feeling brining me closer to the beautiful sleep that I've been craving all day.

Connor then turns his head and adjusts his body so we're now facing eachother, foreheads pressed together. I can feel his warm breath hitting my lips.

"I love you." He whispers against my lips before connecting them in a short sleepy kiss that leaves my mouth tingling no matter how many times a day we do this.

"I love you too." I whisper back, pecking his lips twice before nuzzling my face back into his neck. He pulls me closer to him and I breathe in his heavenly scent as the peaceful darkness finally overtakes me.

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