Troyler AU - Uncuff Me

eleven

"Come on, spuddy! Give me a lift and then I'll pull you up."

Troye's gaze darted around nervously into the night, trying to look for any signs that they've been spotted. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was poking on his nerves, he was jumpy with each splash and then he heard a chuckle coming from behind him. He turned to look at the boy standing on a worn out boulder, the rough and hard edges smoothen over time. The boy with a sun-kissed face, pink and healthy and utterly irrresistable. It was the same face that he had been thinking of and undeniably obssessed with ever since he first saw it when he was sixteen years old. His dark hair was messy from the strong summer breeze but he still managed to look like the smug little badass that Troye had come to love. Yes, love. Troye was irrevocably in love with this boy. Then, he saw that the boy's lips curled upwards into a sly grin and Troye had to breathe the cool breeze in to calm his gradually racing heart.

"Are you scared, spuddy? We can still go back right now if you're scared. Wouldn't want daddy dearest to know you've snuck out close to midnight to come to this old abandoned lighthouse with me."

"Shut up, Emery. I'm not scared. I'm just trying to be cautious so that you won't get another strike on your record." Troye countered while dropping his gaze on the ground to hide the blush that was making its way to his cheeks. Emery came nearer to him and lifted his head with a finger under his chin, locked their gazes for a moment before he lean in to plant a chaste kiss on Troye's pouting lips. Troye felt all his nerves vanish at once as he melt into the soft kiss.

It was perfect, the kiss, just as perfect as how his first kiss with Emery had felt. Emery was his first love, his only love. He couldn't imagine any other person in the world who could make him feel how Emery made him feel every time he kisses him like this. It was warm and sweet, it made his heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird; quick, relentless and tingly. It made him feel like laying in the meadow under the setting sun, listening to the whistling sounds of the wind blowing at the wild flowers and tall grasses. Judging by how hard his heart was beating in his chest now, he was almost convinced that Emery could hear the sound of it thumping over the waves and the howling breeze.

"You're so good for me, spuddy. Always first to worry about me even when you're scared." Emery said as he pulled away, his brown eyes bored into his own and Troye could feel his cheeks get hotter. He heard Emery chuckle again. "And you're so adorable when you blush. I love it when you're all shy with me."

"Oh, shut up." Troye said again and pushed away from Emery to give himself some much needed distance. He was pulled back in an instant, Emery's hands clasped around his wrists and he felt his body crashing lightly into the lean chest.

"But oh, I know you don't really want me to shut up. Don't think I haven't noticed how your pulse jumped when I say you're adorable." Emery said it so near to his mouth, he could feel every burst of warm breath against his lips. He wanted to correct Emery of which word made his pulse jumped, but Emery continued before he had the chance. "You're a dork, spuddy. But you're my dork." And his knees buckled a little. Emery could make the earth below him shake with just little words. Summoning his courage, he tugged at the front of Emery's shirt to close the gap in between them and crashed his mouth onto Emery's.

Troye draped his arms around Emery's neck as their mouths moved in sync with each other. Emery's hands came around his back and hugged him tightly, plastering their fronts together. Troye's breath hitched, the air around them was getting hot, and all he could feel was the wet tongue on his lips and the warm hands on his back. He could feel every inch of those glorious body against his own, every press of skin and every flex of muscle. He felt drunk.