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a guy in a bar and cold pillows

A one shot I wrote for @playdatetronnor just now on my way home because she left such lovely messages on my past oneshots. Love you bribri , feel special.
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"You're really just gonna walk away?!" Troye screeches as his boyfriend of three years heads down the dirty streets of LA. They were outside a local bar where Troye supposedly was flirting with another guy to which he denies. Things have been tense the past few days and the previous events aren't helping.

"Yes I am and you can't stop me." Connor replies stubbornly, putting his hands into his coat pockets roughly as he turns his back on the man he loves.

"Don't act like this." Troyes says annoyed as he walks behind him by a few feet.

"Like what?"

"A child." Connor begins to laugh bitterly. A man three years younger than himself telling him he's acting like a child. As if!

"Me? A child? Right Troye."

"Well you're certainly acting like one. Look at me!" Troye mocks, his hands making wild gestures even though Connor can't see him. "You can't stop me! I'm just gonna stomp away and avoid my problems because I'm to much of a pussy to-" Connor whips around forcefully and puts a hand over his lovers mouth with a glare that Troye returns.

"I swear to god Troye if you don't shut up I'll- Ow!" he removes his hand when Troye bites him angrily.

"You'll what? Break up with me?" Connor looks taken aback. Why would he think that?

"Well, no-"

"Then what? Turn off the wifi? Take away my jeans with the wholes in the knees? Your not my father Connor. Your my boyfriend." Troye says as he stands with his hands in fists at his sides. Connors shocked. Wasn't he the one supposed to be mad? What suddenly got into Troye to make him so angry all of a sudden?

"I don't-"

"Can we just go home now please?" He doesn't look angry anymore, exhausted maybe, but definitely not okay.

"Uh, yeah."

The car ride is silent and so is the rest of the evening. They take turns showering, Connor sets the coffee pot for when they wake up, and Troye picks out his outfit for his job interview. Then they crawl into bed, backs to each other, and a permanent cloud over their heads.

"Troye?" Connor says after a long awkward silence. He knows he's not sleeping, constantly rolling around and grunting. Connor knew why too, pillows are no match to hugging a breathing person, and he was having withdraws too. 

"What?" Troye snaps and Connor turns to face him, only seeing the back of his head.

"I'm sorry okay? I overreacted. I just get possessive with you, you could easily walk away from me and I'm petrified of that happening. You mean the world to me." Troye turns to lay on his back at this, his arms crossed over his chest stubbornly.

"He wasn't even cute." He replies after a while and Connor chuckles.

"That's true." A warm feeling returns to both of them when Troye finally turns completely and let's Connor wrap his arms around him.

"I'm sorry too. I just feel like sometimes he treat me like a son or something." Connor knits his brow.

"I don't mean too, I mean yeah maybe sometimes. But it's only because I love you so much." Troye doesn't answer, nuzzling until Connors neck instead. Troyes not one to get lovey dovey. "But I do have a question."

"Hm?"

"How many fathers French kiss their sons?" As if to prove his point Connor runs his hands under the back of Troyes shirt in a way that comes across as more than just comforting. Troye giggles.

"None I guess."

"Exactly." And with that they pull each other closer and fall into peaceful sleep that would have been restless if it wasn't for a guy in a bar and cold pillows
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