Boss [Tronnor AU]

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A/N
This is more of a peek on the same day, more in Connor's area, what was going on with him, if that makes sense? Enjoy!
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"Connor, I have the tape." Sam announces, as he pushes his glasses further up his stubby nose. "I figured that much." Connor snorts, as Sam moves closer to him. He sits down, much too close for Connor's liking, however.

"Sam, you need to get back to work."

"Wouldn't it be a shame if... Oh I don't know, my step dad found out about this?" Sam teases, which Connor finds quite annoying.

"What do you want, Sam?" Connor grumbles, and Sam smirks. "Oh wouldn't you like to know." He teases, and Connor turns off his computer.

"Seriously. I want that video... Gone." Connor whispers, and Sam laughs evilly. "Well, all you have to do, is kiss me." Sam announces, making Connor cringe. "F-fine. If that will make it... Go away." He whispers, as he adjusts himself, but Sam plops down in his lap.

"Just one kiss?" Connor asks.

"One kiss." Sam confirms, as he parts his lips slightly, making Connor visibly tense.

The green eyed boy closed his eyes, trying to imagine that the disgusting man who was kissing him was Troye. His Troye. He was doing this for Troye.

As soon as Sam smashed his lips onto Connor's, he noticed that Connor wasn't kissing back, so he took action and moved his hands downwards, close to Connor's butt.

This made the man very uncomfortable, but he parted his lips slightly, wincing as Sam's tongue found its way into Connor's mouth.

And, quite frankly, Connor did not want to know where that tongue had been.

After a few moments, the door opened, revealing a very stunned Troye.

And, as the pale-faced brunette boy left the room, Connor wanted to go after him, but Sam held him back.

"You're not done here, Mr. Franta." Sam whispers, as he hands a flash drive to his boss. He slams his lips back onto the man's, kissing and prodding around, trying desperately to get Connor to kiss back.

"Fine then." Sam huffs, climbing off of his boss' lap, and walking straight out the door.

And Connor wanted to talk to Troye, he really did. But what was he supposed to say? What would Troye think?

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He spent the evening at home, working on his latest idea for the company's upcoming clothing line, when he got an interesting phone call.

"Hello, is this Connor Franta?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"My name is Judy, I work with the Minnesota correctional facility."

His heart dropped. "Uh... For who?"

"Dustin Franta."

"My brother? W-what? What happened?"

"Sir, I know that your family is very high profile, and it is best that you keep this under wraps. Your parents are very busy, I'm well aware. Brandon and Nicola have both refused, but Dustin needs to be bailed out."

"What the hell did he do?" Connor groans, closing his eyes and imagining his baby brother committing a crime.

"He's been selling drugs, sir."

"Drugs? How did he... Why did he..."

"Sir, I need an answer, will you bail him out?"

"How much is the bail?"