Faked it

3-wet dreams

"What about your boyfriend?" Zoe questioned as her and Connor rolled over on the bed.

"He's not my boyfriend." Connor replied going back in for another kiss. It was hot in the room and him at Zoe had been making out for a while. Connor started taking off his shirt watching Zoe take off hers when suddenly his alarm went off.

"Oh shit." Connor sat up in his bed coming to the realization it was just a dream. He looked beside him to find Troye opening his eyes. Connor glanced at him and laid back down.

"What? do I have eye buggers?" Troye asked. Connor smiled looking at him for a moment then started leaning in. Troye shut his eyes as did Connor and soon enough their lips were touching. Troye pushed Connor away slightly, giving him a confused glance, remembering that they aren't in front of anyone so why were they kissing?

"We could stop right now if you want?" Connor asked and Troye shook his head, he wanted this. He leaned back in to continue kissing Connor. That is, until he heard his alarm wake him up. He sat up with wide eyes, scared as hell. He picked up his alarm and threw it across the room, mad at himself for thinking like that.

"Ah! What the fuck are you doing!" Sage yelled as she got hit with the alarm.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room!" Troye yelled back.

"Measuring, turns out your room is 37 square feet bigger than mine so, I want it. I'm petty that way."

"Yeah right keep huffing your hairspray." Troye replied, not in the mood.

"I admire that move you made at he homecoming assembly, that kiss convinced all those idiots at that hippie commune of a high school that you and Connor are bone smugglers, but, you stole my crown and now I want your room, or else."

"Or else what?"

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"Lord, watch over Laurelle as she talks to her boss about moving from weather to news, may she finally be respected for that beautiful mind you gave her, not just those beautiful boobs. We thank you for them, Lord and for this food, amen." As soon as Shaun finished the prayer Troye dug into his food.

"Troye, honey slow down, you have plenty of time to get ready." Troyes mother said.

Sage snorted, "he is ready."

"But thanks for the ego boost." Troye said sarcastically.

"Oh Troye, sweetie, you know what I meant." She said leaning in the play with his hair. "It's just those pants look like a prostitute's pajamas. And why on earth are you wearing earrings?"

"I think he looks great, takes a strong boy to wear something like that." Shaun said sipping some of his coffee.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Troye asked, narrowing his eyes holding his fork over the pancakes.

"Ah, nothing, I don't know, um, never mind." Shaun cleared his throat. "Hey there my little show pony," he turns to Sage, "how did that homecoming speech go?"

"Yes!" Laurelle butted in, "should we start calling you, 'your highness'?Because we would."

Sage smirked at Troye then leaned back in her chair. "Could you believe that we lost to a bunch of homos."