Another Disney Story [Tracob AU] ; sequel to Disney Boys

thirty two

"hey you," another guy called over at jacob, seeing him in the corner, curled up in a small ball.

"you okay?' the guy asked. a guy with blue eyes and brown hair and pretty lips.

"troye," jacob mumbled, his eyes were almost closing. he was so tired.

"who is this troye?" the guy asked, snorting as he softly touched jacob's hand.

"you are troye," jacob said softly.

"i am not," the guy said.

and jacob leaned in.

he touched the guy's face and his nose.

"dude, what you doing?" the other guy asked.

"kiss me," jacob whispered.

the guy looked at him, and breathed, looking into the hazel eyes.

and then their lips met, vigorously.

jacob tugged at his lower lip, making the guy hard and moan out, the moans drained out by the music that was being played in the background.

"wanna take this to somewhere else?" the guy with blue eyes asked, breathless, his chest rising up and down as his hands cupped the broken boy's face.

jacob hesitated a bit, licking his lips before nodding a yes and the guy smiled at him, taking his hand and tugging him along to the nearest restroom they could find empty.

jacob was lost.

he could only imagine the blue eyes and the brown curls to be troye.

and as they went up to the nearest empty men's restroom, they certainly did not know that this small mistake was going to turn their world upside down.

because far off, in the distance, a man with black glasses, smoking a cigar was recording them.

this was going to get viral.

the guy with blue eyes and brown curls was none other than rory brooke, a famous pop singer.

and this type of videos were what the public wanted.

such a cruel world.

such a sad truth.

such an incomplete love story.