Troyler AU - Uncuff Me

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If Troye was a lead character in a movie and his life was pre-scripted by a writer with a rather peculiar sense of humor, this would be the exact moment where the scene be shown through his eyes and everything will start to move in slow motion until at one point, it became static. Then, the frame would freeze and he would be the only one with motion; widening his eyes in surprise, sweat prickling down the nape of his neck and the wheels in his brain turning at unimaginable speed, rendering him perplexed and inarticulate.

Alas, this was not a movie and time didn't stop. But he was perplexed and inarticulate, mostly caused by the surprise that was thrown upon him during he least expected it.

His stance was deceptively calm, but on the inside it was anything but. For he was suddenly as nervous as an innocent school boy being noticed for the first time by his long term crush. His heart which had previously slowed down, started hammering against his rib cage again. His brain was in a twist worse than the lemon zest garnished on those cocktails that he had, as his logic and his desire were having a feud that in Troye's opinion, was an unnecessary dispute that seem to go on and on and on.

Usually he wouldn't have any qualms at all for his mind to go wild with thoughts and bask in them. But it would be deemed more appropriate if he did that when time was on his side. And unfortunately for Troye, time wasn't, at least not right now.

From what Troye can assess of his situation, in whatever limited time that he had, he had two choices. One being to pursue the done deal of a hookup with an extremely cute guy, whom he reminded himself, would be coming out of the club at any second. This wouldn't be by any chance a bad choice, especially when the guy he'd scored looked like he'd just walked out of a billboard and a body that promised to have the stamina of a stallion. No, it wouldn't be a bad choice at all, not in the slightest and Troye wouldn't have contemplated for even a second if this was his other ordinary night out.

But he cursed it, his luck. Never in a million years he'd think he'd have the privilege to be wedged in between this kind of sweet dilemma.

He tried to think of a reason to rationalize his behavior, the reason behind the urge to keep the hookup a secret from the guy that he had been thinking for the entire week. He refused to use the term obsessed just because he wasn't, not because he was lying to himself or anything of the sort. Apart from that, he also tried to justify the weird reaction his body had towards the presence of this, now smugly snickering bastard but he came up short. Well, he'd had no trouble justifying how his cock jumped a little in this too tight pants but really, there's no passable explanation for how his heart seemed to flutter like the wings of a hummingbird at the sight of this man.

It'd be easier to blame them on those cocktails that he had, so he did.

And since his logic and desire has yet come to a compromise, he let his instinct to make the choice for him. And according to his instinct, desire won over logic. So, he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on, strode towards the snickering bastard and can't help but felt a bit satisfied to watch the snicker fell from the smug face with each step he took. When he was near enough, he shot out his hand and clasped it around the strong wrist before they both went off to the other direction, away from the club. As Troye was dragging him, urging for them to go faster, he discreetly prayed that he'd not regret his final decision to go with his second choice.

And just as they turned the corner and got out of sight, a hopeful Jacob emerged from the club, only to have his hope crushed immediately when he looked around and noted that Troye was nowhere to be found.

***

The night was rather quiet apart from the sound that their shoes made when the soles scuffed against the pavement as they walk. They have been walking for more than five minutes, rounded a few corners, crossed a couple of streets, and Troye's hand on the wrist never loosen. He hadn't thought things through clearly when he opted to drag a full-grown man around the city and now his brain was working overtime to think of some place that they can go to. The fact that the man had allowed to be maneuvered around and not utter a single word since it happened didn't escape Troye's notice. And for some reason, that made Troye feel a little wobbly and warm on the inside. It was when they stopped at another junction, Troye's thought was interrupted.