tronnor one shots

sick lil boy

For the past couple of days Connor hasn't been feeling good. So Troye took this as his chance to wife his sick boyfriend.

Connor was currently laying down on the couch underneath a fuzzy blanket. Troye watched his boyfriend try to get comfy, from the kitchen.

Troye poured the hot soup—that he just made—into a bowl, and brought it into the living room and placed it in front of Con, onto the coffee table.

"There you go, my sick lil boy" Troye said quietly, due to the fact that Connor had a headache.

"Thanks, handsome" he said as he struggled to sit up, leaning back against the couch with the bowl of chicken noodle soup in his lap.

"Troye, you're gonna be late for your meeting," Connor said "you gotta get ready"

"No I don't. I told Emma that I wasn't gonna make it so we're going to reschedule the meeting to next week."
Troye spoke, sitting down beside Connor and resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Babe, you don't have to do that for me. Honestly."

"If rather be here taking care of you, then sitting in a room with boring people," Troye kissed Con's cheek.
"Now eat up"

-/-

Troye yawned, burying his head into Connor's chest.

Connor spoke, "wanna go lay down in the bedroom?" Troye nodded.

The two boys got up and walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Connor laid down first, into the bed. Troye kicking off his jeans and climbing in beside his lover.

Connor pulled off his shirt, Troye following soon after. Connor put his arm around Troye, Troye placing his head on his boyfriend's collarbone- placing soft kisses on his neck.

"You're a cutie, how did I get so lucky?" Connor giggled, looking down at Troye. Troye blushed, hiding his face in the crease of Connors shoulder and neck.

Connor kissed his boyfriend's head and closed his eyes, humming a random tune.

Connor opened his eyes and said,
"Tro, you should sing for me"
Troye groaned, looking up at Connor.
"Do I have to?" Connor laughed, "you don't have to, but it would be nice"

"Fine. What song?" Troye asked- running his fingers through Con's hair.

"For him" he smiled

"Of course," Troye rolled his eyes, laughing. "Count me in"

"3, 2, 1" Connor laughed

There was a pause, but then Troye began to sing the requested song.

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you, forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons.
We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue. Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money. All I need is you. All I need is you, you–"

Connor interrupted, "sing my favourite part. Please?" looking at Troye with puppy dog eyes. Troye groaned a 'fine'

"We're not a commercial for anyone else. We go out for coffee,
and keep it to ourselves. We make little homes out of three star hotels,
and I know what you're feeling,
'Cause I feel it as well" Troye sang softly.

"Thanks cutie" Connor giggled, kissing Troye's forehead. "No problem" Troye replied.

-/-

It was now late at night and Troye was already asleep beside Connor, Connor on his laptop scrolling through Tumblr.
He glanced over at the clock on his laptop and saw the time, 12:47pm.

Connor closed the laptop and connected it's charger, playing it beside his bed on the floor and curling up towards Troye. Troye let out a quiet yawn as Connor wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, from behind. The two boys spooning in his queen size bed. Connor placed a small kiss at the back of Troye's neck.

The older boy soon peacefully fell asleep, with his beautiful boyfriend in his arms.

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This probably sucked a$$ whoops.

Sorry for not updating... Don't really have a reason as to why I haven't but here's a sh!tty one shot.

(Running outta ideas here)