Troyler AU - Uncuff Me

eight

The concept of time has become a big lump of mess for Tyler recently. Some days the seconds ticked by at a snail's pace, the time in between seconds stretched so long he felt like pulling out his hair. And then there's some days where time zoomed by so fast, weeks had past but they felt like merely hours. So it was slightly beyond belief that it had been months since Troye had barged into his life and stayed there for the most of the time, and it had just occured to Tyler that he had not felt this good in a long time.

It was simple, their relationship, if one can even label what it is as a relationship. They were two good looking individuals who finds each other attractive and not ashamed to find excitement from each other and indulged in each others' body. They have just been focusing on the fun and never discussed the nature of their relationship. It was a silent agreement and they mutually understood that they would fuck without any burden of commitment. It was always spontaneous, carefree and extremely hot, the things they do and they just couldn't get enough of each other. As it turned out, there's an unspoken obsession that had blossomed since the beginning but both had done everything they could to never acknowledge it.

It was simple, their relationship, and they have been hooking up left and right, sometimes in Tyler's apartment, sometimes in Troye's loft, and occasionally out and about the streets of New York City. And when they do hang out in Troye's loft, Caspar would conveniently disappear for a couple of days and Tyler would be looking forward to the scrumptious English breakfast that would miraculously be left on Troye's front door each morning at ten o'clock sharp.

The routine that they've fallen into was not exactly domestic as it was comfortable, but they have at least stayed the night at each other's place and left a few articles of clothing behind when they went about to do their business the next morning. They fucked like bunnies and they bickered like old couples but they won't go as far as labeling them as boyfriends, just because.

A few weeks into their supposedly no-strings-attached but beneficial friendship, Tyler, however, had stop denying his desire to get to know Troye for more than just how to get him off. Despite how Troye had come into his life, despite him being a street rat, judging from the amount of time he'd spent with Troye, he's convinced that there's so much more to Troye than he portrayed himself to be, and he found himself wanting to uncover everything and peel off one layer at a time until ultimately uncover what was hidden in the very centre of Troye's true heart. Maybe it was the nature of his job to find out the truth but if he's being honest, he would admit that he was curious, mostly aided by how closed up Troye seemed to be, mentally and emotionally, to him.

It wasn't easy though. Troye was as stubborn as an ox and each time Tyler thought he was one step closer, Troye took two steps back. It was like a game of tug-of-war, they were both pulling at the rope on opposite ends and Troye have been resisting being pulled over by Tyler. Some days during passing conversations, Tyler would share some new piece of information about himself, hoping that it would give Troye an opening to share some back. But Troye being Troye, would suavely dodge having to reciprocate it and in turn changed the subject all together. He would play it down as cheeky but Tyler knew better.

"Hey, what's that?" Tyler asked suddenly when his eyes caught something as he watched Troye stretch his body on the messy bed. From where he was sitting, on the couch a few feet way, he could make out a tiny mark on Troye's side just above his ribs and he frowned.

Troye shot Tyler with a questioning look, a clear expression of what-are-you-talking-about without having to actually say it out loud. That's just one of his limited accomplishments from his effort of getting to know Troye better. Apart from excelling in reading's Troye's body language, Tyler finds himself getting better and better at reading Troye's face.