"How formal are we supposed to be, now?" Troye calls out. He is digging through their closet, trying to get to the back of the crowded and messy thing in hopes that their formal clothes are indeed where he thinks they are.
"Formal-formal," Jacob replies from the bathroom. He has got a towel around his waist and another on his head, where he is quickly trying to stop it from dripping water down his soon to be air dried body.
"Dark jeans it is, then." Troye mutters to himself. He finally gets to the chest that's shoved to the back of the closet, and he pulls or a nice pair of jeans. He lays them out on the bed, and calls out again, "Black or white top?"
Jacob steps out of the bathroom bare bummed, and immediately goes to their drawers to dig for a pair of tight fitting briefs to cover his bum but to also hopefully leave no seam lines. Once he finds a pair, he turns around and steps into them, eyeing the two different types of tops. "Um," he starts, "white?"
Troye hums in response, laying out the two white button downs.
"Panties?" Jacob asks, scratching his tummy and watching his boyfriend scramble around the room bare bummed.
"Something comfy."
Jacob knows immediately which pair to get. They're cotton and pink and he tosses them to the bed where the other clothing items lay.
Troye smiles thankfully, and takes them to shimmy up his thighs. Jacob grabs his pair of the dress pants, a dark navy blue pair, and begins pulling them on with a huff.
"I knew I shouldn't have let you blow me."
Troye snorts, pulling up his own pants, smirking at Jacob. "I have never heard anyone say that before."
"Shut it, Mellet," Jacob starts, ignoring Troye's mutter of 'yeah, you know how to do that', and continuing with a small glare, "Now we're rushing to get ready because our post-come naps go on for hours."
Troye rolls his white button up over his shoulders, laughing at Jacob who is buttoning his up with a frown. "You are the one who got hard against my thigh. I was just trying to watch Top Gear, you horny idiot."
Jacob shrugs once he has his shirt on, and smiles up at Troye, taking the few steps across the room to stand in front of him, "I just couldn't help it," he murmurs dramatically, "I was staring at those pretty pink lips of yours."
Troye snorts, and reaches down to pull Jacob's fly up. "You better keep that thing put away," he leans in and pecks Jacob's lips once, then twice because it's impossible to just kiss him once, before he pulls away. "Now, are you gonna wear a tie or a bow tie?"
"Bow ties are ridiculous. I question every day why I date a boy who owns so many of them."
"Oh," Troye mutters under his breath as he digs through another drawer, "I'm sure you do."
**
They walk to the campus shoulder to shoulder, their hands stuffed in their trouser pockets, butterflies stuffed down their throats. It's going to be reuniting faces and new faces, and there's no room for hushed voices in between them at the moment, though they wish there were.
There is a line of people outside the building where the art showing is taking place, parents and students and important people to sponsor potentials. The building is covered in big yellow bulbs that glow in the slightly darkening sky, and a soft piano can be heard filtering from speakers on the inside. It's soft and beautiful, the low melody of fabricated feelings into sound, and Jacob can't help but to take his hand out of his pocket and hold it out for Troye to finally take.
