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a raging homosexual prt 2

prompt: read part one first

"Hello, again."  Troye says as he opens the door. I grin, engulfing him in a hug and thinking of the amount of times I've done this in the past couple of months since that first night waking up in his bed. Ever since we've been the best of friends, only leaving each other's sides when needed.

"Don't act like your surprised." I giggle as he closes the door behind me. Classes for the day are over for both of us, Troyes ending earlier than mine.

"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if you showed up with all of your stuff in boxes, ready to move in." My eyes widen and I can feel my breath hitch. He meant it as a joke clearly, but now that it's been said the scene plays in my mind. What it would be like to actually live with someone like Troye? Waking up to warm hugs and boring documentaries, ice cream to cure hang overs, and holding hands under blankets even though there's no one around to see it but ourselves.

"A boy can only wish." I say as I plop down on the couch I've become accustom to. He sits next to me.

"You can you know, if you want to. I have a spare room and it's cheaper than living on campus." I turn my head to look at him, fear and anxiety evident in his feature as he plays with his fingers. To say the idea hasn't crossed my mind would be a lie, but it was never more than a dream. Something I never labeled more than a fantasies.

"Are you being serious?" he nods slightly and I grin. "Fuck yeah I want to." I say and he looks up from his hands with wide eyes.

"R-really? That's great!" We sit in silence after that, grinning like fools. His hand grabs mine. "I love you, Con. I love your hair, how it always looks like cotton candy. I love the little scar on your forehead because it gives you a past. I love the way your hand feels in mine and the way you speak. You're my best friend." A blush coats my cheeks and I giggle, squeezing his hand.

"I love you too, but way way more. Like, all of those things times ten." A challenging glint forms in his eyes.

"Well I love you more than my bitch dog Jagga." I smirk, cracking my neck to appear more intimidating.

"I love you more than Coffee."

"I love you more than sleep after a long day."

"I love you more than I love the Internet." His eyes widen and he gives me a pointed glare.

"Do not."

"Do to." the next thing I knows he's sitting in my lap, tickling my sides hastily, something he does anytime he wants me to admit I'm wrong. "Stop!" I screech between laughs and he grins, shaking his head.

"Tell me I love you more." He demands and I attempt to push him off.

"Never!" He almost falls backwards into the coffee table but grabs my shoulders before he does, pushing my back further into the cushions. 

"Say it!" my face is definitely red and my breathing is ragged as I give up, slouching and letting his hands run freely.

"Fine, you love me more than I love you." Slowly his hands come to a stop, and his grin turns into a flat line as his hands fall to his lap.

"Yeah," he darts his eyes downward. "I do."
                                    -x-
Its now three weeks later and I move my last box into the spare bedroom with a grunt, a smile returning to my face as make my way into the kitchen were Troyes making lunch. My body is practically shaking with how happy I am, my stomach doing flips and my heart racing at the sight of his back as he's making whatever it was we're going to eat.