tronnor one shots

The Artist

Troye loved to draw. Whatever he found appealing, he would draw it.

He'd sketch anything that came to mind. He always brought his sketch book and pack of coloured pencils wherever he went.

Troye was sitting on his balcony, in the back yard, drawing the sky and clouds.
He then drew trees and the different coloured birds. It was silent. Until the sound of a door closing was heard.

Troye's head jerked to the direction he notice was coming in. It was from his neighbours. Troye couldn't believe his eyes, the most beautiful boy he's ever seen.

His caramel brown hair was up nicely in a quiff, his eyes cover by black sun glasses, his toned abs nice and tanned– being shown off to the world, and his lower half cover by maroon shorts.

Troye watched as the boy laid down onto a beach chair and went onto his phone. Troye was appealed.

Troye began to sketch the boy, starting off by drawing his facial structure.
After messing up a couple of times, erasing many things, Troye was finally done his sketch of the boy.

He loved it.

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Whenever Troye seen the boy, he would draw him. It became a habit for Troye, so he began to stack all the pictures he had drew of the boy on his desk.

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"Hello" A voice spoke, as Troye sat on his balcony, bathing in the sun.

Troye looked up to see the boy leaning against the railing of his balcony,
next door.

"um, hello" Troye said in confusion.

"I'm Connor" he spoke.

"Troye" Troye replied.

"We should hang out sometime" Connor smirked

Troye couldn't believe it, did he seriously wanna hang out with him? Did Connor know about the drawings?
Why would he just randomly ask him to hang out?

Troye snapped out of his thoughts and saw that he was still waiting for a response.

"Uh s-sure yea" Troye stuttered on the second word.

"Okay, cool" Connor said turning around and walking back into his home, leaving Troye outside and very confused.

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Troye just asked Connor to come over and hang out. It was almost 6:30 at night and Troye was home alone, so he wanted some company.

Connor soon arrived and the two went up to Troyes room.

The two sat on the bed chatting for almost an hour, getting to know each other, asking questions about one another etc. Troye then realized he had to take a shower, since he had school tomorrow.

"Hey," Troye began suddenly "is it alright if I take a shower?"

Connor nodded, "of course"

"Will you be okay waiting in here? I won't be long" Troye asked grabbing a change of clothes from his dresser.

"I'll be fine, I got my phone anyways" Connor chuckled, pulling his phone outta his pocket.

"Ok, cool" Troye said walking into his bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Once Connor heard the bathroom door lock, he began to snoop around Troyes room.

After searching around his room, he came across Troyes bedside table, he opened the drawer to find loads of papers, a phone charger, a condom, and felt markers.

Connor pulled out the stack of papers and flipped threw them. They were all of him. From when he was hanging out with his friends, alone in his pool, and many more.

Connor had his back to the bathroom door, so when the bathroom door opened, Troye couldn't see what he was looking at.

"Are these of me?" Connor asked, shocked.

"What?" Troye said, a towel wrapped around his lower half.

Troye stood beside Connor, only to see the drawings of him in his hands.

"Connah, I-I-I can explain" he stuttered.

"You better start explaining," Connor said continuing to flip three them "because you're starting to freak me out"

"I don't mean to freak you out, seriously I don't. It's just that I draw things that I find appealing. I like to draw." Troye said sitting down onto his bed, Connor following soon after–
not taking his eyes off of the papers.

"I-I'm appealing to you?" Connor said ripping his eyes away from the drawings.

"Well yea," Troye looked at his feet, afraid to make eye contact "ever since I laid eyes on you, I've sorta- um- found you attractive."

"Really?"

Troye nodded, continuing to look at the hard wooded floor. Connor placed the papers down beside him on the bed, taking his hand and placing it on Troyes cheek, turning Troyes face to look at him.

"Really?" Connor repeated

Troye nodded again, "y-yes"

Connor moved closer to Troye, bringing his face closer as well.
Connor pressed his lips against Troyes, Troye froze when he did so.

It was like the whole world had stopped in that moment.