Troyler Oneshots

Sexual Angel (smut)

Smut/

My finger traced the top of the cup as I watched my friends lose theirselves on the dance floor. Hands wrapped around their bodies as they swayed to the music-getting lost in the sexual atmosphere.

Usually I craved that kind of touching but for a reason unknown, I felt like something was missing from my night. Almost like when your leaving your house and that nagging feeling that your forgetting something. I just wasn't quite sure what I've forgotten.

It had been my first night in LA and I already was disappointing myself. When on holiday or work for my case, your suppose to lose your self restraint and just have fun. But here I was, drinking water with a bit of lemon and my mind running with fantasies. Fantasies of acts that I could be doing right now if I just let my guard down.

Since we have come to the bar, multiple faces have come up to me offering for a good night. My penis was quite intrigued, but my heart was corresponding with my head telling me not quite yet. A small voice kept repeating to wait. Every time I had almost let my horniness make the decision for me, my head screamed that same word.

I've been waiting for an hour and a half and I still have to wait to get laid.. Not happy.

And I know what your thinking. Don't be a slut Troye. Sex isn't what life is about and you should just chill. Well believe me when I say I understand. I understand that not everything is about letting your guard down and getting intimate with a stranger. I understand that it's not what my mind should be consisted of. But it's been weeks since I last even kissed a guy and I'm in a place where people get drunk and make mistakes. And it's okay to let loose a little sometimes.

Give me this one.

Each man that entered the bar with a smirk in my direction, I begged my mind to let me get cozy with him if you will. They all seemed like they could show me a good time but again the word wait outweighed my sexual desires.

After several waters later and my friends slowly disappearing for their own pleasures, my hotel bedroom was calling my name. Maybe luck will be handed to me another time.

I gathered my wallet and jacket from the chair beside me and finished of the last of the refresher.

" Leaving so soon?" The bartender who I earlier learned goes by the name of Dustin spoke.

I glanced in his direction smiling softly. "Yeah I suppose so. Got a long day of recording tomorrow."

" Recording?" He asked leaning his elbows on the counter looking quite intrigued.

" Yeah I'm recording my upcoming album. You probably haven't heard of me, I'm quite under the radar."

I studied his persona when he wasn't looking. He was a tall, dark haired man who overall was quite sweet to the eye. And it would be a lie to say I didn't think about letting him take me, but don't get excited considering I truthfully wasn't that interested.

He furrowed his eyebrows at his phone before glancing up at me again. "You look like a singer. What's your name?"

" Troye Sivan." A voice spoke before I could answer Dustin. I whipped my head around to find the source and immediately my heart fell to the ground in flames.

There standing was a person I never expected to see tonight. Especially at a place this cliche. But nonetheless my heart still pumped strongly in my chest as our eyes were glued together.