Element Of Desire // Troffy // COMPLETED

-Relationship Sorting-

-Relationship Sorting-

-Trott's POV-

I'm walking down the street to Smith's, still with the dream freshly in my mind.

I knock on his door, leaning against the wall next to it.

Someone swings it open, "Trott."

I turn to see who it is.

It's of course the majestic Smith.

He lets me inside.

"I eh, couldn't stop thinking about you." I blush.

"Aw, that's adorable, I couldn't stop think about you either." Smith laughs.

We both take a seat on his sofa. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I watch him smile to himself and laugh at what's playing on the screen.

He then places a hand on my knee, In appreciation for me being there.

"Smith, I had a dream." I say, slowly.

"Yeah, what was it about?" He asks, focusing on the screen still.

"We were together, at mine and like, things started to happen..." I say slowly.

"Did we have sex?" He asks, not embarrassed at all.

"No! No! I mean it ended when I was on top of you, fully clothed but you know still, I thought I should at least tell you." I say, blushing deeply.

He glances at me and notices how red my cheeks have gone, "aw, shame, I'm good at that."

"W-What?" I stutter, getting slightly flustered.

He looks down and chuckles because he knows I'm curious now, "aw Trott, I'm messing with you."

"So, you aren't good at them things?" I ask.

"I am, but I'm just making you flustered on purpose because it's cute." He smiles at me.

I smack him in the arm and mutter, "arsehole."

"Dude, it's a compliment!" He says in defence.

I shrug, getting more embarrassed.

"Come on." He says, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. They're loud and slightly quick.

"You haven't been with anyone while at your dads, have you?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"That's good, I'm the only one." He says.

I rest myself against him again.

He kisses me and I kiss back.

"Trott also, I'll say this now, as much as that makes you want to do things, we're going to take it slow because anything could happen to either of us because regret can over come us and I just want to when it comes to it, spend time on it and appreciate it." Smith says, trying not to sound too disappointed but continues it up because he knows he's doing the right thing.

"I agree with you, it's the best thing to do." I say, nodding, "thank you Smith, I love you."

"I love you too Trott." He rests his hand on my cheek.