Joe drops Troye and Jacob off first, all of them tired and restless. It's around 8 o'clock, and they shuffle into their flat, flicking the lights on.
"I'll check how the fish is doing," Jacob calls out, rubbing at his tired eyes and dumping all of his bags on the living room floor. He quickly walks into the kitchen, checking to see how the little fish is doing. They had bought a filter for the bowl after discovering that goldfish really do shit practically every other minute, so Jacob doesn't have to worry about cleaning his tank. The lil guy is swimming happily though, still having a bit of his vacation food bar left. Jacob dips his finger in, despite knowing that Troye hates when he does it, "Don't worry lil guy, we're home."
He finds himself laughing after that, sort of feeling like a sappy parent. He is a sappy parent, and Troye is his sappy spouse.
"Why are you laughing?" Troye asks, turning the corner and opening the fridge to pull out his strawberry milk.
"I just told our fish not worry since we're home now, I feel like a sappy parent."
Troye raises an eyebrow with a small smile, leaving the strawberry milk out on the counter after taking a sip of it. He steps toward the fishbowl, "See, we're both here, love. No more being alone," he coos to the goldfish.
Jacob smiles, "See, you're my sappy husband"
Troye chokes, staring wide eyed at Jacob and Jacob feels li-
"Jacob Bixenman, I swear to god," Troye's eyes are wide and his smile is even wider, his words cutting Jacob's thoughts off, "this better not be the way you're proposing to me."
Jacob laughs, loud and carefree, so relieved. So, so happy. Perfect and happy and home.
"You wound me Troye Mellet, the ring is in the fish."
Troye's mouth falls even further open, but he is still smiling nevertheless as he stares at Jacob, who is snickering. "And to think I was going to pour you a glass of milk," he shakes his head, giving Jacob a teasing glare before stalking off to their room.
Jacob laughs harder, putting the strawberry milk back in the fridge, flicking the lights off, and following Troye into the bedroom. Troye's sipping his strawberry milk, setting his phone on its charger. When he sees Jacob, he shakes his head, smiling.
Jacob rolls his eyes, taking his shirt off, and then stripping himself of his shorts. He sighs, falling against the bed looking to Troye, who is probably texting his mum and telling her they got back safely. Troye sets his phone and his glass of milk down, before he's turning to Jacob and pulling off his shorts and panties in one go. He makes a face at Jacob, "Stop scratching your balls."
Jacob snorts, lolling his head toward Troye, removing his hand from his crotch, "Did you really think that that's how I would proposing to you? Even after how much of a sap you know I am?"
Troye strips his shirt off, yawning quietly before walking across the room to turn the light off. "I never know what to expect with you," he says finally. He shuffles under their blankets, resting his head on Jacob's chest as he lets out a content, tired sigh.
"You still would have said yes," Jacob says, smile evident in his voice as he brings his hand up to play with Troye's hair.
It's quiet and it makes Jacob's heart pound in his chest.
"Yeah, I would have."
**
Morning starts with dust in his eyes and wet lips decorating his bare thighs. Jacob sighs into his pillow, turns his face into the soft plush of it, and inhales the delicious scent of Troye as he smiles bonelessly but oh so happily. He turns his face back out, feels his boy's lips trailing higher and higher, hands kneading his bum, and he lets out a small moan, arching his back as he feels a hot mouth press against the junction between where the rounds of his bum meet the bottom of his thighs.
