fuck boy - tracob

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chapter 8; unedited

troye's mother when he entered the house was not at all happy to see him late. she had to call in sick to work to look after his little sister sage who was ten. his mother relied upon troye to take care of things, she relied on him to be a parent to sage while she was making the money for them and putting food on the table-which lately was rarely because of the odd hours she worked.

"mom-," before troye could utter an apology his mother was out the door off to her job. sage with wide eyes looks up at her brother, unaware of what was happening at the moment. sage's little heart didn't know why she rarely had anything to eat. she was just young and each time she'd asked him why there was no food his chest would ache a bit.

"tro when's dad's coming back?" she'd whisper in a soft voice sounding almost like she was going to cry each time he didn't return.

troye walks into the living room throwing his backpack down onto the couch, he shrugs nonchalantly not wanting to disappoint sage more. troye knew he wasn't coming back, but he couldn't bluntly tell his little sister that. she's already hurting enough from this.

"it's been a year, why isn't he back yet?"  she whined.

troye doesn't reply, staring out the window he finds more interests in the rain drops falling on the window sill. if it wasn't for the chime of his phone he would've completely zoned out.

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fuck boy✨: troooo i miss u
fuck boy✨: fucki that one wasn't supposed to send
fuck boy✨: but i do miss uuuuu
fuck boy✨: i miss those fucking lips of yours that felt so good on mine fck!!

innocent boy😇: i'm blushing babe
innocent boy 😇: you weren't a bad kisser either. ;)

fuck boy✨: tro id say come over but you clearly can't because it's late *pouty jacob*
fuck boy✨: but meet me before school???
fuck boy✨: i'm asking before i come pick u up babe

innocent boy 😇 : i don't know 😏
innocent boy 😇: what's in it for me 😜

fuck boy✨: me of course
fuck boy✨: now i got to go
fuck boy✨: text me later okay?

innocent boy 😇: okay

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sage gives her brother an odd look, wondering why he was smiling at his phone so much. "you okay?" sage giggles covers her mouth as she watches her brother come back to the real world a smile of bliss still on his face.

"prefect,"

the night like usually was uneventful, and not mention worthy. but the late night text thread between troye and jacob was something to mention. the two stayed up nearly all night texting each other till one of the latter's eyes grew heavy.

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troye slams his hand down on his alarm that was blaring in his fucking ear disturbing yet another good dream he was having. well actually more of an erotic dream about a certain curly haired hazel eyed male. the boner in his night shorts was clearly visible, and a pain if you ask troye. 

rushing off to the shower, he strips down bare naked, hopping into the shower.

facing away from the shower head, troye pumps his hand back and forth down his hard shaft, images of the dream filling his shut eyelids.

"jacob," he gasp not at all excepting the words to tumble from his lips. he doesn't have time to take it back because he's reaching the edge, pumping faster and faster.

all he could see behind his shut eyelids was the image of jacob licking his hard cock and taking him into his mouth.

cum spews out from the tip of his dick, that he was still weakly jerking off.

i want jacob

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troye's back was pressed into the leather seats of the back of his car, as his lips frantically exploded his body, being gentle though at the same time. his teeth grazed over the skin of his collarbone, biting softly and sucking.

"hmm, fuck jacob," troye moans softly his back arching and giving jacob's hands more leverage.

jacob had never treated anyone like he was troye. he didn't understand why troye was different from any other of his hook ups. troye was just like any other boy he was gonna use for a fuck. but for some reason jacob didn't just want a fuck out of troye. and that fucking scared him a lot.

"class starts soon," jacob pulls away his lips swollen from their kissing. he looks anywhere but troye when he sits up fixing his hair, and the collar of his shirt. "you should go before people start rumors again," he crawls to the front seat, looking really stupid because of his height.

troye understands jacob, but he couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as he buttoned up his shirt, fixing himself one last time.

"text me?" jacob questions looking back at him finally their eyes meeting for the time today. troye nods getting out of the car as fast as he could.

he's gonna hurt you, don't get too attached. troye tells himself trying not to believe his stomach or head.

only if he knew.

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this chapter was supposed to end at the texting but i wanted to make it longer fam.

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