He is always late. There is never a day. There is never a day where Jacob gets anywhere on time, let alone to meet Troye on time for their date. It was in the little Corner Coffee Shop where Troye and Jacob first met, that Troye finds himself waiting three hours for the older one to arrive. Checking his phone for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes, Troye feels a light tap on his shoulder.
"Sorry Tro, I lost track of time." A disheveled Jacob pants, beads of sweat drip down the sides of his temple. A running jacket is messily draped over his body, and both his shoes are untied. Nonetheless, he still looks breathtaking. Troye doesn't know how to react, one half of him wants to punch Jacob for being late the thousandth time since they got together, while the other half wants to pull his sweaty face in for a loving kiss.
Troye smacks Jacob in the head and sighs, "What are we going to do with you?"
The older boy scrunches his face and rubs the back of his head. "Babe, I was at the gym. I want to get in shape and look good for you."
As soon as the words fall from his lips, Troye can't stop the grin that reaches his eyes. Jacob was a regular member at the gym near the apartment they shared together. Troye would often find himself eating alone every other night, while Jacob was out working hard to gain muscle mass. It was lonely, but it was something Troye dealt with because it made Jacob happy. There was visible progress shown, Jacob was no longer a scrawny sixteen year old boy that Troye first met. It was five years later and Jacob had lost all of his baby fat on his face and his arms and body were beautifully curved with mountains of flawless muscle. Troye was able to experience and feel his progress as well through endless, sleepless nights of loving each other to their full capability.
"Only me?" Troye teases, taking a sip of his watered down Thai tea.
Jacob takes a seat across from his lover and wipes the sweat off his forehead. "Tro, honestly, who else do I have to look good for? All I see is you."
Troye rolls his eyes and chuckles. "Can you get any cheesier?"
He watches intently as Jacob stretches, his arms over his head with his shirt sliding up, revealing an insanely sensuous six pack. Almost instantaneously, Jacob catches Troye's lingering stare, and wiggles his eyebrows. "Like what you see?"
Troye quickly snaps out of his glance, and blushes furiously. "Shut up... Anyway Jay," Troye takes another sip from his drink. "I think you should stop going to the gym."
"What? Why?" Jacob questions, making eye contact with Troye. Honestly, Troye hates it whenever Jacob goes out. Although he knows that Jacob wants to look good for himself and Troye, he can't help but feel alone. These past few weeks have been extra lonely, Troye being the only one in their apartment since Jacob took on extra shifts down at the police station, along with the time he dedicates to the gym.
"Well, I barely get to see you anymore. I understand you have to work, but I love you the way you are and I don't think you need to get in any more shape. You look like John Cena."
Jacob furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips. "I don't understand. I thought you didn't mind that I work out."
"I don't, I don't mind, but it's just been really excessive lately and I just mi–"
"Excessive? You're telling me that my time working hard for you is excessive?" Jacob scoffs, already visibly angry. "You tell me all the time that I look good and that it's really paying off but now, you're not happy I do this?"
Troye looks around at the people sitting in the coffee shop, in hopes no one pays any attention to the fuming boy already standing up. "Jay, you're making a big deal of nothing." Troye bites his lip as the sentence slips out, realizing what just came out of his mouth.
