Fools // Tronnor AU

19

Waking up the next morning, Troye had forgotten where he was for a minute and what even happened last night.

And then he remembered, and it played back in his mind clearly as it happened.

He had been at Connor's house, and some... stuff... happened last night.

He smiled a tiny bit before cuddling closer into his side. Maybe he had woken Connor, as Connor's grip on Troye tightened a little bit, but not enough to hurt. Not nearly enough. Not that he was trying to, nor did he want to.

Connor poked an eye open, peeking out at Troye.

"Good morning, Troye-boy," Connor said, his voice a bit deep, as it was his morning voice.

"Good morning, Connah," Troye says in response.

"You're cute when you sleep, you know," Connor said after a few moments of silence. Troye blushed.

"No I'm not."

"How would you know? Have you seen yourself sleep?" Connor asked, chuckling.

"Well, no, but-" Troye says, but Connor cuts him off.

"But nothing. You're adorable when you sleep. End of story," the American boy said simply.

"But it wasn't a story, it was a conversation," the Aussie boy said, and Connor rolled his eyes, smacking his chest gently.

"Shut the fuck up, okay? No smart-ass remarks from you," he says jokingly, chuckling.

"Too bad. I'll be a smart-ass all I want to, you're not the boss of me, Franta."

"No, but I am your boyfriend, and I can just shut you up easily, Mellet."

"And how is that?" Troye asks, his eyes widening a bit in curiosity.

"I can't tell you. It's only for when I need to shut you up nicely," Connor says, throwing a playful wink.

"What if I don't stop talking, and I just continue on and on and on? Hey, fun fact, did you know that apparently cat urine glows in the dark? Did you also know that you're not supposed to eat the cookie dough or baking batter? Also-"

"Troye, shh," Connor says, putting a finger to his lips gently.

"No, not until you tell me what the thing is," Troye said. Connor sighed.

"Fine, if you really want to know, then here. This is my way to shut you up nicely," he says, before pressing his lips gently to Troye's.

Troye pulled away a few seconds later grinning. "I like that way," he states, making Connor giggle softly.

"You're too fucking cute. Like, shit," he says, and Troye just smiles.

"So are you! I've broken you out of your bad boy shell to reveal the real Connor, and you're hella adorable," Troye retorts, and Connor smiles, but rolls his eyes anyways.

"You haven't completely broken me from my shell," he replies.

"Yes I have," he says. "I haven't seen you in your bad boy form."

Then you obviously don't know the biggest thing ever I'm trying so desperately to keep from you... You don't realize how much I'm putting my reputation in danger, all because I met you. You saved me from the hell I was in, although I'm not completely out, Connor thinks to himself.

"Con, are you okay?" Troye snaps his finger in front of Connor's eyes a bit.

Connor finally snaps out of his thoughts a few moments later.

"Sorry, I zoned out," Connor said in response. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Okay, good."

They stayed cuddling there for a little while longer.

"You know what I just realized?" Troye asked Connor.

"Hmm?"

"Your family probably heard us have sex last night. I think they were home when it happened."

Connor shrugs. "They don't really care what I do, they're just there to look out for me, that's all. So don't worry, they won't pester us about it." I hope.

"Okay."

When Troye finally decides to get up, he takes two steps before stumbling, falling to the ground.

"You caused this," he said, pointing a finger at Connor. "You caused this from last night."

Connor smirked, throwing a wink at Troye. "You're welcome, babe."

"No, fuck off," he replies jokingly, still on the ground.

"Awh, does little Troye-boy need help getting up?"

"No," Troye said, trying to get up but failed. "Okay, maybe."

Connor chuckled, before getting up and putting his clothes back on. He then walks over to Troye, extending a hand out. Troye takes it and he stands up, this time falling into Connor.

"Did I break your legs or something?"

"Yes, yes you did."

Troye manages to stay up this time, but he still can't quite walk straight. He puts his own clothes back on.

"I'm hungry. We should get some food," Troye says, whining.

"Okay, babe, let's go." He takes Troye hand and leads him out of the room. When they step out of the room, they can smell food already being made.

Connor runs to the kitchen, and Troye stays close behind, but can't quite run straight. (probably because he's running gay (Sorry that was the worst joke ever, I'll leave now.))

When they reach the kitchen, Nicola is just making some pancakes.

She turns her head to look at the boys, smiling at them. "Good morning, boys."

"Good morning," they said in unison.

"Did you guys sleep well last night? I heard quite a bit of noise last night, and I figured I asked," she said, but she knew what had happened. She thought her brother and her boyfriend's reactions were quite funny, though.

Troye and Connor exchanged looks. "We slept just fine."

She gives Connor an, 'I know what happened, don't lie to me,' look, before dishing out a few pancakes.

Connor looks at Troye and mouths, 'She knows,' to him.

Nicola hands them each a plate. "Troye, if you like butter and/or syrup on your pancakes, the butter's over there, and the syrup is in the fridge," she says. "I already know what Connor likes, so I didn't bother to tell him too." Troye laughs a bit. They then eat their pancakes, occasionally talking.

A/N: Helloooooo so I hope you liked this chapter :) I say that a lot, oops. XD