Odd Tronnor One Shots

Gone.

Troye happily skipped down the long street, not even thinking about the risks of walking by yourself at 9pm. Troye Mellet was a very cute 15 year old; the baby fat on his face made him look even more youthful, and he was quite short, standing at 5'3.
Troye had always been extremely clumsy with everything. He'd even dropped his phone in the toilet before. He gasped when he accidentally walked into a hard chest. Gulping, he backed away.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking," He apologised, his voice high pitched.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" Connor Franta cackled softly. Connor was someone you should never mess with. His hard green eyes never showed any trace of kindness. He was almost 6' and many people feared him. 24 years old, homeless, and oddly sexy, he always stormed around town at night.
"Um," Troye stuttered, backing into a wall.
"Why is an innocent young teen strolling the streets at night?" Connor's eyes twinkled with mischief. Troye was terrified, every part of him trembling with fear.
"I-I don't know mister. I'm sorry if I bothered you," Troye whimpered, begging this creep to leave him alone.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Connor reassured, his face softening.
Troye obviously couldn't trust this stranger. He wasn't stupid. "Can I please go?" Said the anxious boy.
"Why? We're just having some fun, aren't we?" Connor smirked, pinning his arms against the brick wall.
"Leave me alone," Troye demanded, trying to wriggle out of Connor's grasp. Connor leaned in and whispered in Troye's ear, "But kitten, that wouldn't be any fun."
The smaller boy began to cry, small whimpers and cries spilling out of his mouth. Connor let go of his arms, and cupped his face in his hands.
"Don't cry, kitten. I'm not looking for sex," Connor poked his nose.
"Then let me go!" Troye shouted, slapping Connor's hands away. Before Troye could run away, Connor grabbed him again.
"Come with me."
Troye obediently followed the oddly charismatic man to a park, and jumped when Connor pinned him against a tree.
"Don't tell me you hate what I'm doing to you, baby boy."
Connor kissed him roughly, yet lovingly, and Troye melted into the kiss. He kissed back with so much passion; when they pulled away it left them both wanting more. That's when Troye's eyes widened.
"Fuck, I shouldn't have done that, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm-I- I should go," Troye stuttered, his thoughts racing and his heart thumping.
"N-n-no! Wait!"
But he was already gone.