Rusted Gold

Troye Sivan

Troye was wandering through the streets of New York. Connor had kicked him out of his hotel room after Troye repeatedly walked into the bathroom, awkwardly standing there, waiting for Connor to pull away from another make out session with the waiter at the café they had been at earlier.

He ended up outside of Tyler's hotel. He wondered why. Troye entered and got in the elevator. Looking at the levels, he realised that he needed a hotel card to swipe first. The phone was in his pocket, easily taken out. Typing the number was like a reflex.

Ring. Ring. Ri- "Hello? Troye?"

Whatever Troye was going to say choked up in his throat. Tyler's voice was so beautiful. Troye pictured his face, worrying about Troye. Troye felt warm inside.

He worried as a friend. The warmth disappeared.

"Hey Tilly, I'm in the elevator could you ding me up?"

"Uh, sure. I'll be two ticks Troye."

The call ended. Troye felt the elevator rise. It opened to a very dishevelled Tyler. Blood rushed down Troye.

"Hey Troye. Are you okay? You seem pale. Do you need tea? Coffee? I got beer, but I doubt you'd drink it."

The blood drained out of Troye as he took in the minor details of Tyler's appearance. His glasses were gone. His lips a dark blue. Tyler's breath seemed heavier and faster than usual. There seemed to be something on his neck as well.

"Tilly? Did I interrupt something? I can go back if you want me to. Con kicked me out because he has a guy over."

Tyler blushed and chuckled.

"I wish I had someone over. Messing with paint. I would show you but not in the hallway, I doubt people want to see my butt, including you. Unless..."

Tyler leaned in and made an extremely seductive face. His nose brushed Troye's neck as Troye's erratic breathing hitched.

"And you cant tell me there are kids around. It's just you. And me."

Troye struggled to breathe. Tyler grabbed his hand and dragged him to  his room, to which the door was wide open.  He pulled me through the door and shut the door as quietly as possible. Which wasn't very quiet.

"Tea? Coffee? Me?'

You.

"Tea will do thanks, Tilly"

Tyler turned and looked at Troye. He let out a laugh, letting Troye smile in his fazed state.

"I love it when you smile with all your teeth, you should do it more often. I don't know how many times I've told you that. Did you really think I was going to make you tea? Do it yourself bitch!"

Troye laughed. He got up and went over to the minibar. Tyler wrapped his arms around Troye's waist, making Troye rigid and conscious of what he was doing. The water slowly boiled, and Troye slowly relaxed.

"Would it hurt if I said I missed you? A lot?"

Troye's hurt heart cracked. He nodded, smiling with his teeth. "It would Tilly. It does."

"Why?"

Troye let out an angry sigh. "Do you know why I call you Tilly?"

"No, I don't know. All I know is that I hate it when someone else says it. It's as if it were made only for your lips."

A deeper crack opened in Troyes heart. "When you figure it out, you'll know why it hurts so much."

"Would it hurt if I told you something?"

"I can't be sure Tilly." 

"What if I loved the way your hair bounces? What if I loved your smiles? What If I loved the way you look at me? What if I loved the way you glance down before talking to me? What if.. What if I loved you?"

The tears rolled off Troye's cheeks, into the teacup. "What if I loved you too?"

Tyler sucked in a sharp breath. 

"I should leave Tilly."

"But you don't have a room. Sleep here Troye. Please?"

Troye nodded, wiping his tears away. The water had finished boiling. Troye dropped the tea bag in and inhaled the sweet chamomile smell. Troye turned around as Tyler let go. 

"Why'd you let go of me?" Tyler stopped walking to the bed. 

"Because if I didn't, I would've hurt you more."