Odd Tronnor One Shots

Mile High Club

A/N: LONG ONE SHOT FOR 900 READS OMF THANKS SO MUCH
(And no theres no smut sorrayyy)
I boarded the flight, my phone and boarding pass in hand. I had been in Sydney for a photoshoot, and I had an extreme amount of fun. I got to be a photographer for Halsey, Lorde, and even Taylor Swift. They are honestly so sweet.
I found my business class seat; 12b, and saw a curly haired thin boy occupying the window seat.
"Hello," I said, quietly. His amazing blue eyes flicked up at me and his jaw dropped. I sat down, and tucked my backpack under my seat.
"Are you Connor Franta?" He gasped. I giggled slightly and nodded.
"Oh my gosh, I'm a really big fan!" He squealed, hugging me. Chuckling at this adorable boy, I hugged him back. As we pulled away, I noticed his Common Culture t-shirt.
"Can we take a selfie?" He asked me. I nodded and we both grabbed our phone. He opened up Snapchat and we made goofy faces. God, he was so adorable.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I love you so much, Connor," He flapped his hands around like a toddler.
"What's your name, sweetie?" I ruffled his soft curls.
"Troye with an e," He told me.
"How do you spell it?" I looked at him oddly.
"T-r-o-y-e."
When the pilot instructed us to put on our seat belts, Troye literally couldn't get his clumsy fingers to get it done, so I quietly filmed, laughing under my breath.
"Geez, they need to make these things- HEY STOP!" Troye pouted, making grabby hands at my phone.
"That was adorable as fuck," I laughed, and a few parents looked at me disapprovingly.
"I know I'm cute, but don't post that!" Troye continued to try snatch my space grey iPhone 6s out of my hand.
"Oops, already on Twitter with hundreds of likes," I smirked, and his expression matched an angry toddler. He flipped me off, and looked out the window, acting stubborn. I chuckled, and listened to the boring long message from the pilots Tyler and Josh. Apparently, they liked to 'take their time on their ride'. I ain't staying on this fucking plane for longer than 14 hours.
The plane began to move slowly, and Troye immediately tensed up. Aw, is the small baby rat scared?
"Troye?" I patted his shoulder as he remained in his position; face almost pressed against the oval window.
"I'm scared," I heard him whimper out as the speed picked up. 'Taking my time' my ass. Troye suddenly lifted the armrest between us, and hugged me tight, burying his scared face in my chest.
"Don't let me go," He demanded, his fingers almost digging into my skin. Once we were aloft, he slowly let go, cautious with his actions. (does that mAke sense idk does anything i do make sense)
"We're flying!" He exclaimed, kissing my cheek. I froze, unable to process the fact that a cute boy just kissed my cheek. But Troye just continued with his cuteness, jumping around in his seat as if it were his birthday.
"Haven't you been on a plane before?"
"Yeah, I flew from Perth to Sydney. But apart from that, nope," Troye explained, clutching the hand rest. The plane still wasn't quite steady, and you could clearly see fear floating around in Troye's eyes.
"Heyyyyyyyyoooo it's Tyler," The pilot's silly voice said in an obnoxious tone of voice.
"Shut up, Tyler. It's Josh, and please remain in your seats, we are about to experience some turbulence, Buckle your seat belts and stay safe!"
Troye began to whimper, his eyes slick with tears. He looked like a fucking kitten.
"Con, I'm scared," He whispered, as the plane began to shake tremendously. I took his hand in mine, not even thinking twice. His grasp was oddly strong, his painted fingernails digging into my flesh. Honestly, turbulence didn't agitate me at all, but I was clearly different from the crying boy.
"I'm sorry, I'm such a baby," He sniffled, looking geniunely terrified. I shook my head, and let him snuggle into me.
When the turbulence finally subsided, Troye, who was still silently crying, let go of me.
"Thanks," He mumbled, before asking a flight attendant for some water. I managed to get a glance of his flustered face, as his eyes concentrated reading the flight menu.
His eyes, oh, his fucking eyes. They were an alluring shade of blue, even bluer than Trash Grier's. His eyes were red and puffy, as he'd been crying, but he couldn't look less perfect. His lips were so plump, pink and so damn kissable. I almost leaned in right there, but the flight attendant 'Zoe' came to deliver Troye's water.
"Was I disturbing something?" Zoe whispered, clearly amused. I looked down, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Go for it." She winked, and went to go assist other passengers.
"What was that about?" Troye innocently wondered, his smile melting my poor heart.

"N-nothing," I stuttered, trying to hide my tomato-like complexion. He wrapped an arm around my neck, and smirked.
"You sure?" He whispered, his hot breath in my ear. The little fucker.
"Yup," I gulped, getting extremely turned on by this side of Troye. His fingers walked my thigh slowly, yet seductively, and I whipped around to face him.
"Is it acceptable to lose your virginity in a plane?"