Boss [Tronnor AU]

4

A/N
The pic on top is James! (Yeah I know, Lucky Blue Smith, how original.) He's hot af so yeah don't hate me xo

Warnings: crude language, flashbacks, some inappropriate themes.

Tapping. Tapping is all that Troye hears. He opens his eyes, realizing he is still in his office. It is dark inside the small white room, and he sighs, looking at the clock on the wall. 8:47. He must have fallen asleep. As he stands up, he knocks over the picture of him and James on his desk. "Fuck."

"Troye!" The beautiful blonde haired boy yells. Troye's face goes pale, as he sees the man who he loves turn into someone very scary. This only happened every now and then, and Troye had to deal with it. He was too in love with James to leave him. "Y-yeah babe?" Troye stutters, as he quickly walks to their shared room. "Why are you texting someone named... Louis?" The blonde says, holding up Troye's new iPhone, a message illuminating the screen. "Oh- he's my friend from school!" Troye says, lightening up a little, remembering his new friend.

"Don't talk to him." James spits, dropping the phone to the floor, and stomping out of the room. "J, why?" Troye yells after him. "Because I don't want anyone taking you from me!" James cries. And Troye knew, with a breath of relief, that his little episode was over. James lays on the floor, his muscular body limp. Troye kneels down, and leans his head down to kiss his boyfriend's cheek. "James. Babe." He whispers. "Tro-I'm so sorry baby." He whispers, tears streaming down his beautiful cheeks. "It's okay love." Troye murmurs. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

James nods, standing up, holding his boyfriend's hand. "I love you, Troye, please don't forget that." Troye just nods, as they walk into their bedroom together, Troye looking down to the floor and seeing his iPhone, surprisingly without a crack on it. He smiles a little, picking up the phone, placing it on the charger.

"Troye? Why are you still here? Troye?" Connor repeats, as he looks at Troye, who seems to be in a daze. He shakes out of it, looking to Connor, then to the picture on the floor. He picks it up. "Who's that?" Connor asks. "My-um...My... Ex." Troye stumbles, making the rash decision to tell Connor the truth. "He's a looker. Why did you break up?" Connor asks.

"He-uh... He left." Troye murmurs. Connor frowns, feeling sorry for the curly haired boy. "Well he was stupid to leave you." He says, as he comes close to Troye. "Now, do you want to come over, since you're still here?" Troye nods his head, knowing the bus will be a bit scary at this time of night, his car being in the shop. In the back of his mind, the boy wonders what James is doing right now, if he's happy. Troye gathers his things, leaving with his boss. He knows they'll probably have sex, and Troye will more than likely regret it in the morning, but it's one way to forget about James, isn't it?

The two arrive at Connor's house, practically running into the large mansion-like house. "This is beautiful, wow." Troye gasps, taking in the beauty. "But not as beautiful as you are." Connor whispers, Troye not hearing him. They walk to Connor's bedroom, and Troye lays down on the plush bed, remembering the first time the two slept together. Of course, the boy was drunk out of his mind, but he can remember being very submissive to Connor's needs. This time, he planned, would be different.

"Troye..." Connor starts, as Troye pulls down his pants, revealing his tight, grey boxers. Connor just smirks, looking over the boy. How he would submit to him so easily. "Connor?" Troye questions, as he sits back down on the bed, tugging at the neckline of his blue button up, which made his eyes look lovely. Connor licks his lips, stepping forward, undoing is belt. "I think..." Connor muses, grabbing the belt. "You need..." He drops the belt. "To be..." He pulls down his pants. "Punished." He whispers the last part, as he climbs onto the bed, hovering over Troye's skinny body.

"And why's that, Mr. Franta?" Troye says, in his most innocent voice. "You tease me, all the time." Connor growls, as he moves down to kiss Troye's neck. "Do I now?" Troye moans, as Connor reaches his sweet spot, biting and sucking at the hot skin. "Oh, fuck." He moans. Troye moves his hands, reaching between his and Connor's hot bodies, grabbing Connor's length in one hand, using the other to run through Connor's hair.

The sound of a door opening and then closing stops the two, both freezing in their places. "Babe! I'm home!" A female voice yells out. "What the fuck?" Troye whisper yells. "H-hey honey! I'm in uh... The bathroom!" He yells. Troye rolls his eyes, pushing the muscular boy off of him. "You have a girlfriend?" Troye whisper yells. "I-um... You see..." Connor starts. "I can't believe you!" Troye, at this point, is furious. He pulls his pants up, and walks to the door. "Troye wait." Connor whispers, as he pulls on his own pants. "What?" Troye whispers.

"Just uh... Wait a minute." Connor murmurs, and Troye rolls his eyes. "Wait right here. I'll knock on the door when you can leave." Troye rolls his eyes, he is more furious than ever. Connor has a girlfriend? But he said he was straight. Connor walks out into the living room, greeting his "girlfriend" Victoria. "Hi babe!" He says, pretending to sound excited. She grins, hugging him. "You smell like... that nice cologne I told you to buy, but you never bought!" She observes. "Well-uh... I thought I would... Surprise you?" Connor says, though it comes as more of a question. "But... I forgot that I need to get more! Could you go get it for me, I have to get some work done!" He says, and she sighs. "You're lucky I love you!" She sighs, turning on her heel to walk out the door. "Oh and by the way, I bought the new Louis Vuitton! Hope that's okay!" She yells after her.

He rolls his eyes. Victoria has been his girlfriend for 5 years, since he started working for Common Culture, when he was closeted. He eventually came out, to the people he worked with, who knew that they couldn't tell anyone, because it was frowned upon to be gay, and a boss in a company so big. It would lose publicity and that wouldn't be good. So, Connor continued dating Victoria, but became more and more unhappy over the years. He knew he had to continue dating her, to keep the reputation of Common Culture tidy, so he continued being unhappy.

As the man let Troye leave, Troye was practically red with anger. "Tell me what that was. Now." Troye growls. "Troye. I am gay, I can assure you of that. Victoria is my fake girlfriend." Connor murmurs. "What? Why?" Troye questions. "Because, Andrew was afraid that if I came out as gay, then the company's reputation would be shattered." Connor says, voice breaking.

"So what you're saying, is you're being closeted to keep the reputation of the company pure?" Troye asks. Connor just nods. "Then... I don't know. I didn't think, going into this, that something like this would happen." Troye stumbles over words, and sighs and defeat. "I'm going home. Please don't call me. I need time."

Word count: 1264

A/N
Holy shit guys, what a twist! And it's only chapter four? Daaaaamn! Okay so, I hope you guys enjoyed that and make sure to vote because then I know that you guys enjoyed this chap! Okay buhbye!

QOTC'S !!

1) Do you think that Connor will break things off with Victoria, or stay with her?

2) We got more of a glimpse into James and Troye's relationship! What do you think made James leave?

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