fuck boy - tracob

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chapter 5; unedited

jacob pushed himself onto the empty desk of the classroom, watching the clock tick and tick. he didn't know why his palms were sweating or his chest was pounding audibly loud in his ears. it couldn't be the fact he was nervous to meet a boy. jacob was never the type to get nervous about such little things, but something about messing things up with troye made his chest tight and palms sweaty.

the sound of a door opening made jacob lift his head from his sweaty palms. he suppressed a grin when seeing troye standing in the doorway eyeing him curiously, his pink lips-that jacob imagined kissing so many times in the last several hours-between his teeth a visible sly smirk on his face.

jacob raises his hand, cocking his finger to motion troye to come closer. of course the stubborn boy didn't listen a wide smirk now displayed on his lips. jacob shakes his head a chuckle falling from his wet lips. he hops off the desk making his way over towards troye, who now was backing up, a playful grin on his lips. to halt his movements jacob places his hands on both of his hips holding him in place.

"stay," he growls pulling troye farther into the class room, troye lets out a breathless chuckle sitting himself down on the desk jacob perviously was sat on.

"i guess i might," he sighs dramatically resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hands. jacob rolled his eyes trying his best to hide the growing smile on his lips. "what are we gonna do if i do?" he lowly says trailing a hand up jacob's arm.

"uh, um we could...play scrabble?" jacob wants to hit himself for letting his guard down a bit, he never got nervous in front of boys(or girls) they usually were the ones nervous because of all his experience with others. something about troye though was different and jacob hated the fact he couldn't pinpoint what the hell it was about him.

troye snorts, rolling his eyes his hand falling from jacob's arm. "i don't wanna play scrabble but if you want to..." he trails off his eyes darting to jacob's lips that was between his teeth at the moment. "we could do this," troye pulls jacob closer by the neck, bringing their faces inches closer. jacob with wide eyes stares at him in surprise clearly not expecting him to do that.

before jacob could even question troye, he brought his lips closer closing the proximity between the two of them. jacob could taste troye's strawberry flavored chapstick when he began to deepen the kiss. jacob leans himself into troye, his right hand resting over his waist and the other in his curls– tugging and pulling on them which made troye moan into the kiss, and for some reason jacob's male hormones found that hot and his lower region did too.

"someone's eager," troye grins pulling away from jacob and looking down at his problem which was tented in his pants.

"i uh," jacob stammers his cheeks flushed from embarrassment and also kissing. he chuckles nervously, "can we take this slow?" jacob surprises himself by asking this his chest pounding in his ears and his lungs needing air.

troye hops off the desk, a knowing smile on his lips. "yeah, yeah. who said i wanted to rush this," he says

before their conversation could continue the bell for sixth period rings signaling it was time for them to part ways.

"meet me in the parking lot?"

"definitely," troye smirks blowing jacob a kiss.

jacob didn't want to fuck this up, because troye was indeed special. i'm fucked.

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short shitty chapter

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