Odd Tronnor One Shots

black and white

black and white. that's all 18 year olds troye mellet and connor franta could see. halsey's beautiful voice was blaring in their ears, lights were flashing across the entire room. but they didn't see the color of the lights, they didn't see the color of anything.
a mop of soft curly hair covered connor's view od halsey. grumbling, connor lightly shoved the boy's shoulder, mumbling profanities. the boy turned around, and everything seemed to freeze.
the bright lights illuminated both their faces, allowing them to gaze into each other's eyes. color spreaded throughout their worlds, as blue collided with green.
"let's cause a little trouble
oh, you make me feel so weak
i bet you kiss your knuckles, right before they touch my cheek."
lips parted, troye let out a frosty breath in the warm air.
"hi," he exhaled, his eyes still glued to this beautiful boy's.
"hi," connor responded, feeling breathless. a tugging feeling nipped at his heart. the sapphire glow of this boy's eyes caused a hurricane in his mind. "what is your name?"
"troye. troye mellet."
"i'm connor franta."
in one quick movement, connor grabbed troye's warm hand and held it gently in his.
"would you pin me to a wall?
would you beg or would you crawl?
stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me?"
the two leaned in, slowly yet surely. their lips slammed together, the taste of sweat hitting one another. it wasn't harsh or rough, it was amazingly gentle and soft, as if they were testing the waters.
"connor franta," troye whispered as they seperated.
"troye sivan."
the music came to a halt, and soon they were lost in the massive crowd, unable to find each other. once they has given up hope, black and white slowly coated the world, and all they craved were each other.
a/n: thnx ughwaterfall for the idea bby