Lost in Paradise - A Troyler FanFic -

Frustration

Frustration

Noun

- the feeling of being upset or annoyed as a result of being unable to change or achieve something

- the prevention of the progress, success, or fulfillment of something

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Troye POV

There he was, stark naked in the center of the bed. His head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut tightly, chest rising and falling sharply, knuckles whitening as he adjusted his grip, arm moving frantically as he came closer and closer to finishing.

I was frozen on the spot, my mind and body in shock as I took the scene in before me. Did I leave quietly and pretend I hadn't seen him? Do I speak up and – no, he'd stop as soon as he heard me, and delay his... well. I couldn't do that to him.

Back away and close the door. That was my only real option here.

Of course, as fate would have it, just as I was about to turn and leave, the most delectable moan rang through the room. My heard jerked around at the sound, eyes widening in surprise as he came.

I gasped at the sight of his orgasm, the glistening fluid covering his stomach had my own abdomen tightening in response.

His body jerked, head twisting around in a flash of movement at the sound of my surprise.

"T-Tyler... um... I- I'm so... I didn't mean to... I'll just." I stammered before hastily retreating, the door clicking shut quietly behind me.

Now what?

I could go downstairs and escape to the company of my family, but I was afraid they'd pick up on how tense I was, which of course would lead to an incessant line of questioning until they'd weaseled every sordid detail from me.

No. I needed to escape to my room, get my emotions under control before confronting Tyler.

I hastily retreated, only to start pacing back and forth like a nervous wreck as soon as I'd shut the door.

Ok. Assess.

I'd just caught Tyler masturbating openly in the spare room.

Was I ok with it?

Well, I didn't have a choice, seeing as it had already happened. But should I say something so it doesn't happen again? Maybe ask him to leave a sign of some sort to warn me off entering the room if this occurred again... a sock or tie on the door?

I shook my head in exasperation. Why couldn't he have done this in the shower? There was no chance of me or anyone else walking in on him while he was in the bathroom!

Unless he'd had a dream and woke up with the problem? It'd certainly explain why he wouldn't have wanted to try and creep into the bathroom... what if I or one of my family members had caught him? That would have been quite awkward.

A light knock on the door had me pausing mid stride. Was that him coming to talk to me? What would I say? What would he have to say? Ugh! Why do I have to be so awkward around him? We used to be able to talk about this stuff all the time, and now it just seemed so weird and embarrassing.

Another knock.

"Troye? Are you in there?"

Well, that confirmed it. Tyler had come to talk to me.

My body was still glued to the spot, unsure of what to do or say. If I invited him in, we'd have to talk about it, and I didn't really want to. But then, if we didn't clear the air between us, my family would pick up on the tension this would likely cause, and therefore the prying questions would follow us all day.