Painting Lies•tronnor

TRAPPED

Connors POV

I push troye in a wheel chair until we arrive at my car. I help him get up and he struggles because of his wobbly legs. I place him in the passenger seat of the car and do up his seat belt. After thanking the doctors and returning the wheel chair I go back to my car. I buckle up my seat belt and look at troye as he seems concerned. "Are you OK? "I ask. "Yeah I think. Thanks connah again." He says. I start up the car and slowly exit the Perth parking lot.

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I carry troye to his bedroom and place him on the bed. I remember gripping his hair in this room. I exit the room into the hall and stop dead in my tracks. I stare ahead at the door. I remeber everything that happened in this exact hall last time I was hear. I struggle to breathe as I place my hand on the wall and slide down it until I'm crouched down. I soon get up and grab a glass and fill it with water for troye. I place the glass in his delicate hand and sit down next to him. I place my hand on his back causing shivers to run down it. I slowly brush my hand up and down his back. "Thanks connah". He says. "It's the least I could do." I reply back with all honesty. I find his eyes staring at me, I look into his piercing blue eyes feeling anxious. He grabs my face and places his pink plump lips on mine. I hesitate not know what to do. I then don't care and continue kissing troye. "I've missed your lips". I tell him causing him to blush. He bites my lip and a painful sting runs up my lip. Suddenly all the exhaustion in my body changes to adrenaline. Troye stops after about a minute.

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"Hurry up" yells troye with a raspy voice. I rush out of his bedroom holding a towel. I place it in front of the shower and adjust the water to his liking. I slowly help him take off his shirt exposing his glorious stomach. I stand and stare for a minute than continue and help him unbuckle his pants and then remove them. "You can do the rest." I say leaving the bathroom with troye in his boxers. I stop in front of the bathroom door with my hand still on the handle and the door about quarter way open. I then walk forward and shut the door peacefully. I walk out into the living room and sit quietly waiting for troye. After about 30 minutes he comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripping down his chest and his hair flopped over his face.

"Love is love. Love is not opposite sex marriage. Not same colour marriage. Nothing. It's love"

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