Troye's point of view.
"Troye, how are you?" Says Tyler sweetly whispering into my ear.
"I'm nineteen." I quickly respond without thinking.
Still thinking we are filming an innocent, pointless video, therefore I was struck with immense surprise when Tyler thrusted me onto the couch behind us. He begins ripping off my shirt. I don't understand why he is doing this, it all happened in an instant. Although I don't know the reason for this I don't want it to stop. Before I even realise that my shirt is off he's taking off my belt. He is being too rough, so rough to the point where this is nearly uncomfortable. Though the thoughts in my head are overwhelming I try to act calm. I cannot help but feel like he is rushing into this. It's so fast. I don't even realise that I'm completely naked. I don't know if I can do this. He puts his hands above my shoulders and puts his knees next to my lower waist. As he begins to put his hand lower down I nudge his hand away. I instinctively push away his knee and arm so I can get out of his hold on me. From my push on his arm Tyler fell onto his carpet just beside the couch, he seems stunned. I quickly get off of the couch. I get on my jeans and buckle my belt in less than 4 minutes. I quickly grab my shirt, and throw it over my shoulder because I want to get out of this situation as soon as possible. I sprint to the door. While holding the doorframe I say "I'm sorry." In an apologetic voice. I jog away. I hope I didn't hurt him too badly.
Tyler's point of view.
"Troye, how are you?" I ask for the introduction of the video, as a joke I whisper it sweetly into Troye's ear.
"I'm nineteen." Says Troye. I guess he didn't hear the question.
Hearing the answer makes me think of something I've thought about for a while. I've always wanted to make the first move on Troye, but not a move that's innocent like a kiss but... something sexual. As soon as I hear his name, I remember he is finally of age. Since he is over eighteen I get an urge to make a move. So I do. I thrust him onto the couch. I begin to rip off his shirt. I rip through the shirt very quickly. I start to go lower. I can't believe I finally have the courage to do this, and he doesn't want it to stop. I start to take off his belt. I hope I'm not being too rough, I hope he's not getting uncomfortable. I'm doing this all out of nowhere, I can't believe he's so calm. I feel like I may be rushing into this. I'm doing it so fast. I hope he doesn't feel like I'm rushing into this also. I pull off his belt, and pull his jeans off from the ankle. They slide off effortlessly. I know I can do this. I begin to put my hands above his shoulders and my knees beside his lower waist. I begin to slowly move my hand down to his inner thigh. Taking me by surprise Troye nudges my hand away. He pushes away my left knee and arm forcing me onto the carpeted ground beside the couch. I'm stunned in disbelief that Troye would do that, I'm trying to think of reasons why he would. I feel almost paralysed. Troye quickly jumps off the couch and puts on his jeans. He then throws his shirt over his shoulder, I see him run over to the door. Holding the doorframe he says "I'm sorry." I can't help but think it was not sincere. He jogs away. He hurt me badly. Although not physically, I'm hurting.
