A Blue Neighbourhood ••Tronnor

WILD

A/N: Troye and Connor are a couple, right now on their way home to Troye's from a picnic date
Fluffy, drunk, almost-smut warning

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-Connor

It was one late summer night. Me and Troye were walking home from a picnic date. We maybe had a little too much to drink, because now when we're walking on the streets of Perth we have to keep each other from falling.

But who cares?

Our laughter could probably be heard miles from here. But that's the way it should be.

She sun had started to set and an orange light fell upon us. I looked at my beautiful boyfriend as we walked home to his house from a picnic date. I held the basket with stuff in it.

Troye turned against me and I bit my lip as his curls falls in his eyes. We both laughs as he trips on his own feet and I have to grab his upper arm with the hand I didn't carry the basket with. He doesn't fall but he pulls me close to him.

I put the basket down on the sidewalk as he grabs my shoulders. I put my arms around his waist but it's when he bites his pink plump lip I go wild.

"Don't fucking do that", my voice sounds weird, bubbly.

"Why not", he says, teasingly leaning forward. Our noses touch and a giggle leaves his lips as he leans back again, grabbing my neck to not fall.

"Babe", I sigh. "You're so drunk"

"And so are you", he smiles, god, those lips.

I stand on my toes since Troye is a little longer than me. I look in his blue eyes and we're both just standing there, big smiles on our lips. Beside us on the ground, a picnic basket. Troye once again decides to let his teeth grab his lower lip between them.

"Stop biting your lip"

"Why would I?"

"Because it makes me wanna bite it", I say honestly.

"Then do it"

With those words said our lips crash into each other. Our lips move against each other before tongues starts touching each other. His fingers is in my hair and my fingers tugging in the bottom of his shirt.

Troye pushes me down to sit on the fence belonging to the house beside us. He sits down in my knee, one leg on each side of mine. His hands has moved down to my hips and I've started tracing mine through the hair in his neck.

His hands went under my shirt, feeling their way up my sides just to let his nails draw pale red lines down my back. I lightly moan into his mouth from the feeling.

"You like that, huh, baby?", instead of answering his question I bite his lip.

He starts grinding his hips against mine and I let go of his lip to let out one more moan, as does he. We both take the opportunity to catch our breath before we once again press our lips together and let our tongues explore each other's mouths.

"Hey! What the fuck are you guys doing?"

We both stood up to the sound of an old man's voice. We turned against the house just to see that a man had came out of the house.

"Ain't no having sex in my garden!", the old man shouted where he stood on his porch. Our eyes were wide open and I could feel my cheeks burning, probably causing a blush.

"Run", Troye said before quickly picking up the basket as we sprinted away. I always looked over my shoulder to see if the man were following us, I don't even know why he would do that.

When we were sure we were sight from that creepy old man we bursted out laughing.

"Oh my god!", Troye said while trying to catch his breath, both from the running and the laughing.

"What?", I asked him, my hands on my knees as I was breathing heavily.

"He was totally watching us"

"Eww, no?"

"He totally was!"

The thought of that old man watching us as we sat there making out made me really uncomfortable.

"He was probably jacking off"

"Eww, Troye, shut up! That's gross!"

"He just told us to stop because his wife got mad", Troye said with a crazy smile. And even though what he was so disgusting it almost made me throw up, I couldn't help but smiling.

"Troye remind me of why I'm still your boyfriend?", I asked him before I had managed to get that smile off my face.

"Because you love me", he said, putting one hand under his chin while he was smiling his cutest smile.

"Yeah I do"