blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

free will

based off of "I've Told You Now" by Sam Smith

Troye wakes in a cold sweat, his eyes trained on the open window as the last bits of his nightmare leave his conscious mind. 3 am.

Connors laying next to him, close enough to see his chest rise and fall but far enough to stay untouched. Connor hasn't touched him lately, only when he's in the mood which hasn't been often.

Troye pulls his body out from under the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in hands.

What are you doing here? You don't even like LA. Is he worth it?

Troye looks over his shoulder to the sleeping man and sighs lowly.

Yes, yes he is. He's worth it because in the morning when Connor wakes up, for the first moment or two he won't remember that he hates Troye. He'll smile gently and reach his hand out only to stop half way once the familiar face registers in his mind.

His eyes will then turn cold, a frown set deep on his lips as he looks away and hides all of his emotions.

Troye sighs again, looking back to his brief covered thighs and tries his hardest not to close the damn window thats blowing humid air into the room. Connor hates when he closes the window.

As if on cue the man stirs, his arm pushing the blankets off of himself harshly. His chest, covered in the cutest freckles and a sheet of sweet is now on full display and Troye wishes he could reach out and run his fingers over the smooth skin.

But he can't because despite that Connor is the man he gets to call his, he's not his.

Untouchable.

Troye wishes he wasn't. But lately, lately as in the last year, their love has been a dangerous one.

To many fights, rough rather than soft, hands more persistent than patient. Connors things are Connors, Troye has to keep to himself.

Sometimes he thinks Connor wants him gone all together but then Connor leaves the coffee half full for when Troye wakes and he always buys more Nutella, little things that ask him to stay.

Troye thinks that maybe Connors a drug.

He's not good for him, his mind is slowly darkening and his health lacking.

But he's so good for him too. His hands are like cool water on a summer day, his lips a cure to a horrible cancer, his voice soothing melodies-

"Troye? Could you shut the fuck up? I'm trying to sleep." Connor says suddenly, tearing Troye from his thoughts.

"What?"

"You're mumbling and shit. Stop."

"A please would be appreciated." He sasses back. It's to early for this shit, he thinks.

"Yeah? And so would some peace and quiet yet here we are."

"You know what?" Troye says angrily, standing up from the bed and stalking around it to the door. "I'll give you peace and quiet bitch. I'm going to a hotel." And with that he slips on a pair of jeans and sweater before grabbing his phone, keys, and wallet and leaving without a protest from Connor.

In fact, he may have heard a 'thank god' sound against the bedroom walls.
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It's not until 10 pm does Troye return the next night, having stayed at a friends house for most of the day. He didn't want to face the disaster he knows is waiting for him as he opens the front door.