-rainbow cookie, tracob

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Getting a flat with Troye in the city is easily the best decision that Jacob has ever made. Hands down, no contest. It's not that he doesn't like living with Jed during the semester and sleeping in his childhood bedroom on break, it's just that roomates suck and twin beds are small and a flat to themselves meant Troye was free to roam about in as little clothing as his nudist heart desired. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved, really.

And there were so many new sides to the curly-haired masterpiece that he got to see now. The little quirks were endlessly fascinating to Jacob; he would probably never get tired of discovering that Troye put the milk in before the cereal, and folded his dirty clothes before putting them in the hamper, and the billion other stupid, charming little things.

The food wasn't bad either.

"This omelet is incredible," Jacob declared with no reserves whatsoever after exactly three bites. Finals were in full swing and they had been in their new flat for all of a week, still weaving through boxes to get around. It may as well be paradise.

"Yeah? You know there's vegetables in it, right?"

"That's low, T. I trusted you."

"I think you'll forgive me for putting sweet peppers in your 'incredible' omelet," Troye snorted with a roll of his eyes, just before muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "Drama queen..."

"I'll consider it. Maybe. If I'm feeling gracious, and if you present a good case for your defense," replied Jacob archly, continuing to shovel egg and apparently vegetables into his mouth.

"I promise I'll make it up to you, Your Majesty," Troye teased. He made his way around their little kitchen table and wormed his gangly frame into Jacob's lap. His lips peppered silent little kisses on Jacob's jaw. "I have some ideas for things I could do to apologize," he murmured.

Phenomenal nature of the omelet aside, it was just going to have to go cold if Troye was going to keep whispering and pressing close to Jacob like this. His pulse was speeding up already. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm... I have a very active imagination."

"That you do, baby. Want to share any of these ideas?"

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"If you really want to know..."

"I really, really do."

"I was thinking I could get you some orange juice to go with that veggie omelette."

Troye's eyes are bright with amusement at his own joke, and it makes Jacob burst into laughter. "Yeah, that sounds perfect. Always so thoughtful, kid!" he returned cheerily.

One quick peck on the lips and Troye's off his lap and shuffling to the kitchen, looking a bit ridiculous in the sweats of Jacob's that are far too short for him and still looking every bit as handsome as the day Jacob's met him. He returns with the promised orange juice in hand and a pleasant little smile on his face.

"Here you go," he says, handing it to Jacob. "I love you."

He might have said 'the sky is blue' or 'grape jam is my favorite,' for all of the fanfare he gave the little phrase. He didn't even look at Jacob directly, focusing on his own plate with that same careful, pleasant little smile.

Jacob, on the other hand, cannot wipe the fucking grin off his face. He still hasn't thought of any words to force out of his mouth when Troye coyly looks up a moment later and starts grinning, too.

And then Jacob is lunging across the table, covering every inch of Troye he can find with kisses that all get accompanied with breathy little "oh my god"s and "I love you so much"s. Troye giggles at the tickle of morning scruff and at the giddy feeling in his stomach.