Gasoline-- Tronnor AU

Chapter 24- Troye

Up All Night- Matt DiMona

I let my body relax in the hot water, feeling all the aches go away.

How did I end up with a boy as perfect as Connor?

"Tro, I have your clothes. I'm coming in, okay?"

"No!" I said, panicked.

"It's okay, baby. I won't look," he said, opening the door.

I love when he calls me baby. It makes me feel small. It makes me feel like he'll always be there to take care of me.

He set down my clothes and towel by the sink and closed the door again.

I got out of the tub and changed into the clothes, thankful to have him in my life.

I didn't realize I was wearing Connor's sweater until I saw how loosely it hung from my shoulders.

I don't really care through because it's so warm.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Connor lying on the bed on his phone.

He looked up at me. "Damn, you look hot in my clothes."

I blushed lightly, curling up next to him on the bed.

"Feeling better?" He asked, turning into his side so he was facing me.

"A lot better," I said leaning my forehead against his. "Thanks Con."

He leaned in and kissed me softly. His arms wrapping themselves around my waist. I wanted more. I wanted as much as I could take without breaking.

I placed my hands on his cheeks, deepening our kiss. Connor responded by pulling my body on top of his.

I hovered over him with my hands on his chest. Our lips moving in sync with each other. It was as if they were made to be together.

I moved my lips down to his neck. I've never been the dominant one before. I'm not sure if I like it.

So I grabbed ahold of his shoulders, rolling onto my back, pulling him with me.

Now he was hovering over me.

"That's better," I said.

He laughed, leaning down to kiss me again. This time faster. More passion. More lust. I want his hands all over me. I don't care if he breaks me.

"Connor," I breathed, breaking away. "Touch me."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded desperately.

He pushed my- his sweater up over my head. He stared down at my exposed skin. I felt the need to cover myself up.

He talked in between kisses. "I don't even- understand- how you could possibly- hate the way you look. You're so- goddamn- beautiful."

And in that moment I believe him. He makes me feel beautiful.

His lips trailed down my chest. I tugged at his shirt, wanting it off. He got the message and discarded it on the floor along with mine.

I've seen him shirtless before. He's on the swim team. Everyone's seen him shirtless. But up close it felt different. I ran my fingers down his bare chest. His washboard abs.

He did the same careful not to touch my scarred hips. He gently kissed the faded cuts and came back up to my lips.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he mumbled attatching his lips into my neck.