Gasoline ➳ troyler a.u

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Previously On Gasoline...

That was until, however, the exact moment I've been dreading came.

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"FIVE AND SEVEN, you're up" I got up to see my competition. Cameron, was ALSO a five, which very much terrified me considering what happened yesterday.

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"Are you just gonna gawk at Cameron and Lia the whole time? We have a game we need to win." I heard a deep Australian accent snap me back to reality, for what felt like the millionth time today.

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In all honesty, I have never heard something so heavenly, despite the yelling and cheering from our teams.

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I turned, to find the one and only,

Troye Sivan Mellet.

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Warning

If you're not familiar with football drills or this game I'm mentioning just skip ahead because you'll be so confused, yeah sorry for that..?

Warning once more

Somewhere in this chapter, there will be a not so innocent part, I wouldn't consider it smutty, but if you're not into that kind of stuff, skip to the next chapter.

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"Right, sorry." I muttered, not really willing to start anything with him today. The rule was whoever has the higher number would be hiking the ball and running to catch it, and then they would switch.

Troye got in formation, and seeing as this was a game of pace, I yelled "HIKE" and he threw the ball, high enough to hit me in the face. I caught it however, impressed with how well he could hike. He ran as far as he could, only to have to run even farther considering how far I threw the ball. Yeah, it pays off to have been on the football team for two years.

He caught it despite how far I threw it, leaving me even more impressed with how he was taking it. I ran over to where he was, and hiked the ball back to him when he called it out. He caught it, his slender fingers wrapping around it and 'firmly grasping it' (spongebob ref). I wonder what else he was firmly grasping.

Oh god Tyler, leave it to you to be dirty at a time like this.

I sprinted over farther, and he threw it even farther than where I was. Moving with the football, I ran to the touchdown tape and caught it as it hurled towards my stomach.

Damn, he throws hard.

My thoughts were interrupted by an eruption of cheers from our team. The score was 12-11, we had won. Us winning had wiped the smirk off of Cameron's face. "WHAT THE HELL, LIA, ARE YOU STUPID, WE COULD'VE WON" we all heard him yell at a teary eyed Lia. God, I feel so bad for her.

"Good job." I heard Troye say, in the same tone he has always spoken to me. "Huh? Yeah, you too" I stuttered out, surprised for once he had acknowledged me. He had walked off to go change, and that's when it happened. I looked down, to see the bulge forming in my pants.

Fuck! At times like this, I wish I weren't a boy. I wasn't even turned on by him, it would be rendered impossible, considering how he felt about me.

My breath hitched as I began to walk to the locker rooms. The friction in my pants was almost unbearable now. I brushed it off and started walking faster so no one would see.

Damn, that feels nice

Okay, I'm really not about to get myself off in gym class. I'm not one of those students.

I got into the locker room, grateful for being early. I immediately changed into my jeans, and although it would've been more uncomfortable, it would conceal whatever just happened better. I took off my shirt, only to find someone leaning against the doorframe.

Troye.

He was already ready at this point, his teal blue shirt complimenting him really well.

(A/N- it's the shirt he wears in the boyfriend tag with Tyler Oakley, the picture's gonna be the chapter picture if you guys are using your phones)

"Take a picture, it might last longer," I teased, trying to break whatever tension was there. "Use some bandages, it might help what you got there," and I looked down to see all of the red and purple bruises all over my stomach. More importantly, I couldn't see my bulge anymore, but I knew damn well it was still there. Looking back on the bruises however, I've noticed that some of them got worse. It might've been because of the football hurling towards my stomach but I don't know.

I suddenly felt sick, and anxious that someone knew.  Although he didn't care, Cameron could walk in any moment and see that Troye saw what had happened. Feeling really lightheaded all of a sudden, I almost fell over, holding my arm out towards the wall for support. Troye must've noticed because he actually seemed genuinely concerned for a second.

"You alright?" He asked, presumably because I looked like a mess. I had to regain composure before I could answer. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," debating if I should even say anymore. Of course I decided not to, because it's not like he would care. I hastily put on my jumper that got a bit bigger on me, and excused myself out of the locker rooms.

The rest of the day went by like a blur, I went to an empty teachers room for lunch rather than the abandoned teachers lounge I usually go to. I wanted to give Troye space, especially since how many times I've seen him today.

Speaking of which, I had him in my last three classes, which might I add, wasn't so bad, sure, we had substitutes because our teachers couldn't afford to go to school in some rain, but that meant mostly free time. Hey, whatever.

Cameron left me alone for the most part today, which was also relieving, but I had a feeling that that wouldn't last very long at all.

OKAY MINUS THE AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END THIS IS 1000 words exactly, next chapter is gonna be Troyes POV for real this time soooo yeah thanks for all you done and I'm getting an allergic reaction to my cat okayyyy love ya bye
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