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Troye Mellet was a very innocent 16 year old. He played with his dollies and he licked big lollipops. He was a crazy fanboy. He fanboyed over My Little Pony, Death Note, Tyler Oakley's hair color....
He was homeschooled and lived in a great black neighbourhood. Everything was black. He preferred skirts over basketball shorts, flats over Nikes, dolls over cars. His hair was always kept tidy, in a quiff that defied gravity. Not even one piece of hair had the guts to go against the power of Troye's gel.
Troye was actually an extremely anxious guy. He barely left his room, let alone his house. He got along with his siblings nicely, even though he isolated himself from his family.
Connor Franta on the other hand, he was a social butterfly. He was a bit too cocky for his own good, but could be caring at times. He loved 5SOS, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, 1D, etc. He was very very gay and was proud. He knew a shy boy in his neighbourhood. Named Troye.
"Oh my gosh!" Connor screamed as the ball collided with his neighbours face. "I'm so so so sorry!"
"Oww..it's fine," Troye whimpered, blood rushing out of his nose.
"You don't look fine," Connor rolled his eyes. He carefully guided Troye into his house.
"Connor, it's fine, I can..OW!" Troye whined. Connor sighed and ran to grab Troye some tissues. Troye thanked him as he pressed the wad of tissues onto his nose.
"It's alright, I shall be leaving now," Troye announced, heading towards the door.
"Wait!" Troye turned around.
"D-d-do you wanna stay for a bit? I can make us coffee or something," Connor offered. Troye smiled gratefully.
"I would love to. But not for long, my parents will worry," He replied. Connor hopped over to the kitchen as Troye took a seat on the couch.
"Coffee, tea or water?" Connor asked, looking through his cupboard.
"Actually, do you have any soda?" Was Troye's childish response. Connor chuckled quietly to himself, as he checked the fridge.
"We have Fanta. Unless...." Connor cheekily smirked. Troye tilted his head in confusion.
"Unless what?" Troye asked.
"Do you want some beer?"
Troye gasped. A 17 year old was offering a 16 year old alcohol.
"Um, aren't we underage? And what if your family sees?" Troye fired panicked questions, but all Connor could do was laugh.
"My parents are in Sydney for 3 days, and my siblings could care less. They're all at school," Connor snorted. Troye blushed, embarrassed at his scaredy cat instincts.
"Why aren't you at school then?" Troye gave Connor a knowing look. This time, it was Connor's turn to blush a light bubblegum shade.
"W-w-well what about you?" Connor shot back.
"I'm homeschooled," Troye grinned. Connor was dumbfounded.
"Okay, okay, I skipped today!" Connor surrendered, opening two bottles of beer.
"That's right!" Troye smirked, knowing he won. Connor handed one bottle to Troye who hesitated.
"Loosen up!" Connor rolled his eyes before taking a long sip of his. Troye gave in, and took a small sip of the bitter liquid. He gagged sightly, earning an amused look from Connor. They continued to drink, and after two bottles each, they both felt pretty tipsy.
"Troye you're so pretty," Connor blurted out, his brain fuzzy.
"I know," Troye sassed, pressing Connor up against the wall.
"Babe," Connor groaned, as Troye pressed kisses along Connor's jawline. Troye ripped off Connor's blue t-shirt, and licked his abs, treating them as if they were a lollipop. Connor pulled Troye's skirt off and flung it to the other side of the room. He grasped Troye's hand and led him to his bedroom.
Troye pinned Connor to the bed as they made out hungrily.

Nicola and Brandon unlocked the door, and their eyes widened when they heard intense moaning coming from Connor's room.
"Jesus fucking christ," Brandon muttered, his eyes landing on the clothing that was left in the sitting area.
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Nicola grumbled when she saw the 4 empty beer bottles lying on the floor. She began storming to his bedroom.
"Nic, no, let them do their thing!" Brandon begged.
"Mom and dad are not going to be happy if they find out!" Nicola grabbed the doorknob.
"Nic, wait-" Brandon was cut off when she opened the door.
"Connor!" Nicola yelled. Her eyes landed on their neighbour, Troye. They were both hammered, and naked. Troye's thing was lodged deep in Connor's mouth, and Troye's hand was pumping Connor's happy stick. None of them saw Nicola, who was gaping at the sight. They continued their business, and Nicola slammed the door shut.
"Told you, Nic," Brandon sighed.
"That was disturbing as hell," She rubbed her eyes.
"I'll just call Mrs Mellet, and tell her that her son is staying for a sleepover."
A/N: was supposed to end here, but decided to write some fluff so here yer go
Troye groaned, his headache pounding. He buried his head deeper into his pillow, when he realised his bed felt odd and wet. His eyes snapped open, and he gasped. He was lying on top of Connor Franta. He attempted to move, but a sharp pain in his ass stopped him.
"Oh fuck," He groaned. Connor yawned, and opened his green eyes.
"Oh.." Connor bit his lip.
"Yes, 'oh' is right!" Troye snapped, tears springing into his eyes. Hurt crossed Connor's face as he gently lifted Troye off his bare chest. Troye's tears instantly fell down his face, his butt stinging with pain.
"It hurts," He whined, crying into the white pillow.
"Oh gosh, Troye, I'm so sorry," Connor apologised genuinely. Troye nodded, and stayed in bed.
Connor got out of bed, and almost screamed when he saw partially wet cum covering his stomach.
"Eww," He mumbled, heading to the bathroom. As he almost reached the door, he heard a small "Wait!" coming from the bed.
"Take me with you," Troye's piercing blue eyes met Connor's green ones. Connor nodded and scooped Troye up in his arms. Troye winced at the pain, but tried his best to ignore it.
"Bath or shower?" Connor asked, his voice soft. Troye pointed to the abnormally large bathtub, feeling like a toddler. Connor nodded and turned a few knobs, resulting in warm water pouring out of the tap. Connor gently placed Troye's small body into the tub, and he immediately relaxed, thanks to the warm water.
"Here, watch this," Connor instructed, taking out a bath bomb. He threw it in, and many different shades of pink began spreading in the water. Troye gasped, then giggled as he poked the colored water. Soon, the water level had risen dramatically, and Connor turned the tap off. He joined Troye in the tub, and sighed, the water making him feel at ease.
"Troye?" Connor asked nervously.
Troye looked up, and Connor opened his mouth once again.
"I actually really like you," He confessed. Troye was extremely shocked. He didn't remember most of the activities him and Connor did the previous night, but surprisingly, he didn't regret it. He knew Connor dominated him (#ConDoms2016), and he knew he had climaxed more than once; his memory was like an unsolved puzzle.
"Why?" Troye blurted out. He wasn't used to affection. Connor gazed sadly into his electric blue eyes.
"Because you're beautiful." That's when Troye lost it. His sobbing became the only sound echoing

throughout the bathroom.
"No one has ever been so..so.. affectionate towards me," He wailed, crying into his hands. Connor invited him into his arms, and Troye gladly accepted. The blue eyed boy cried into Connor's warm chest, letting go of every tear he'd been holding onto for years.
"Troye?" Connor patted the smaller boy's back.
"Hm?" Troye responded.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course."