Troye's pov
"Jacob. Bixenman." I utter as the boy leads me up to the motel. If you can even call it that. It looks like the mansions Jacob and I pass by on our walks.
"You are too good to me," I whisper in disbelief.
He chuckles and squeezes my hand.
"You only deserve the best."
I brush off his comment with rosy cheeks and a timid smile. And the beauty of the motel only grew greater as we stepped in, revealing the prettiest scenery my eyes have ever set upon. This looks like a museum. A legit museum. Jacob watches my amazed look, my breathing hitches as he nudges me out of my trance and walks us up to the front desk.
"Suite for Mellet," Jacob smiles charmingly at the woman, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer.
"You two fellas in one suite? Must be an occasion." She mirrors Jacob's smile and types down on the keyboard in front of her.
Jacob shakes his head no, "Nah, just on holiday with my boyfriend."
I playfully roll my eyes as he puts more attention on the word boyfriend. A cute and subtle shout to the world that I'm his, he's mine. The lady nods and glances up at her computer.
"That's just lovely. Alright, I'm gonna have to see some ID, have you sign here, then I can give you your room key and have you up in your room in no time." She informs, setting a form on the counter.
Jacob chirps an alright, detaching himself from me and dropping our bags. He fishes out his adorable ID he absolutely despises and scribbles his signature on the paper. And soon enough we're given our key and taking the lift up to our rooftop suite.
The surprises just keep coming as Jacob opens the door to reveal the cheesiest most romantic love-sap room you could ever imagine stepping in to. With the silky satin blanket dripping red, the different colour shades of red rose petals scattered around the bed and floor, the bottles of wine on the night stand, and of course, the view. The view overlooking the Eiffel Tower. The freaking Eiffel Tower. The both of us drop our stuff and run to the balcony, stepping out and breathing in the glorious windy breeze. Jacobs subtle curls wave around as he dips against the side of the balcony and looks down and around us.
"This is..."
"Amazing." We both say at the same time, turning to each other and giggling.
He pulls back from the ledge and turns to me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer. I smile a genuine grin, waddling to him like some penguin and curling my fingers up into his hair. As if it were the only thing we know, we both lean in together in seconds and melt into each other, planting short kisses on each other's lips.
Sweet red fuzzy feelings circle around my heart, making my lungs want to give out on me.
...
"Can I tell you something?" I ask while perched up by the balcony, sat by the glass door with a canvas in front of me. Paint brushes and nude coloured paint is thrown across a towel on my lap.
Jacob hums, "Mhm."
"Promise you won't judge?" I whisper, stroking a cross between beige and pink across the canvas, creating swirls of wind that represent the sweet red fuzzy feelings swimming around the air.
"I promise. What is it darling?"
Twitching my lips up into a small smile, I set down the thin brush and pick up a thicker and more pointed one. I dip it into the milky pastel yellow colour and coat in the background of the piece.
"I've always wanted this one thing, I'm not sure why, I just always have. But I've never known how to ask to get it done or how to even verbalise it so I've kept quiet. It's started to become hard though considering how much I think of it while daydreaming at the academy."
"I want nipple piercings."
I turn and glance at Jacob to see him giving me a both intrigued yet surprised look.
"Nipple piercings?" He questions.
I nod, "Mhm, just little piercings on my nipples. I don't know if it's considered weird but I don't know, I like it."
He shrugs, nodding in understanding.
"Alright, do you know they make your nipples like permanently hard?"
"Mhm."
He hums in approval, "I don't see why not to just do it then... Wanna go get your nipples pierced?"
I toss my canvas and art supplies to the side.
"Heck yes."
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Jacob's pov
He gripped the life out of my hand, a panicked yet excited look etched onto his pretty face.
"You're alright," I whisper, squeezing his hand.
Troye nods and breathes out heavily, "Okay, I'm ready."
The man with a badge reading Steve, mutters an alright and prepares the tongs and stud.
With a squeak and wince, one is in. Troye's grip grows impossibly stronger as he looks at me with dewy eyes.
And a few short minutes later, with a squeal of happiness, he giggles and gawks down at his chest. Two silver studs are decorated over his hard nipples. I can't help the desire that pools in my stomach and I almost want to slap myself for thinking of all of the things I could do to him with those.
We eventually head out of the shop and are off on our way to the one place neither of us have never been to.
The club.
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a/n: warning: gallavich are making an appearance in the next chapter ;)
