Finally. You're welcome.
The funeral passed in a blur, two days of constantly shaking hands and Jacob explaining their situation, their relationship, Troye's status and his mother's blessing a million times over to a million new faces that looked at Troye like he didn't belong.
A week later they were wrapped up in each others arms under the moonlight. The hammock they were in was on the balcony of Jacob's bedroom.
"I just want to hold you here until the sun rises."
Troye snuggled closer to him, his pajamas feeling soft against his skin but the warmth of Jacob's chest edging him closer than ever before.
"The stars look beautiful tonight."
Jacob looked up at what Troye was looking at and smiled while Troye examined Jacob's face in the moonlight. His eyes seemed darker but in a beautiful way, his hair has a shine to it that the day time sometimes over did.
"I heard a lot of different opinions in the past few days and I was just wondering, for you, what makes a house a home?"
Troye was curious, he heard people chatting about stability and the business and how Troye wasn't going to do his part in increasing an already outstandingly high profit.
"I think we have to look past size and appearance when it comes to a home, the mansion is pretty, yes. It's pretty like a museum, but you don't necessarily want to live in it, but then you find that one painting, sculpture or exhibit that just captures your heart and I think you need to fill your house with something like that and that's you. You're my gasp worthy art work, my masterpiece my everything and you make coming home worth it and you give the house life, you give me a reason in the morning and a kiss at night. You're the reason I keep returning to the museum not for the walls or the floors or the grand ballroom doors but for you."
Troye twisted in the hammock so his face was aligned with Jacob's so when he spoke his minty breath fanned over Jacob's face and played like children on his lips, free of responsibility.
"Your words are fine poetry that I just can't ever get enough of. You're a masterpiece all on your own, I'm just your compliment."
Jacob leaned a little closer so his lips ghosted over Troye's own, playing tricks on Troye's mind and causing him to lick his lips so his tongue poked out and hit Jacob's lip as well.
"And what a gorgeous compliment you are."
Jacob leaned in and captured Troye lips between his, pushing hard before pulling back and dragging Troye's with him. The hammock rocked and Troye laughed steadying them as Jacob grabbed Troye's tiny waist.
"Maybe making out in a hammock isn't the safest option."
Jacob smiled and patted Troye's hips, signaling him to get up. Troye stood and so did Jacob, smiling a little extra than before.
"Then we'll just have to go to the bedroom won't we?"
Troye giggled getting the hint that Jacob wanted to roam their hands around places the stars shouldn't see. Jacob lead Troye by the waist to his bedroom door. Jacob pushed Troye up against it spinning him around so he was facing Jacob and he went in for another long kiss, his head tilting backwards and forwards, rocking softly to the beat of his own tune.
"I love you."
He twisted the knob opening the door and smiling widely into the room, Troye turned around to see candles, flower petals, everything you think you would need in a clique romance was there, in front of Troye's eyes.
