fuck boy - tracob

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chapter 10; unedited

troye's wrists was held tightly in his grip, but not too hard to harm the younger and smaller boy below him. his lips danced on his sweet spots moving at just the right rhythm, never once missing a beat. troye's heart was bounding out of his chest from the contact, but he ignored it his mind only on the hazel eyed boy above him.

after days spent apart and yearning for the touch of one another both troye and jacob agreed to meet at jacob's place both agreeing to keep their distance but of course they failed.

"jacob," troye mumbles the ringing of a cell phone bringing his lips up for air. "i-i gotta take this," troye attempts to pull his right arm out of jacob's grip, but jacob quickly grabbed his wrist pinning his arms above his head.

"they'll call back,"

troye squirms in his hold, his blue eyes avoiding the hazel pair full of pure hot desire and lust. jacob's hot breath hits the side of his face, making troye's cheeks feel warmer than they already are.

jacob's lips hovered over troye's close to his, a smile on his lips which made their lips brush slightly. before jacob's lips could meet his troye's loud ringtone made jacob bump his nose on troye's and their foreheads clocked together.

"ouch," they say in unison, holding their foreheads. awkwardly laughing the two separate from each other, walking to separate ends of the bedroom.

kayla: troye answer ur phone
kayla: sage is at my house
kayla: where r u???? ???
kayla: your mom is worrying

momma mellet: troye why aren't you home?

"jacob, i'm sorry. i gotta go, duty calls," he sighs rushing out the bedroom door, not even giving jacob a second glance.

troye's converse run down the stairs tripping slightly when he stepped down the last one. before he could plummet to the ground a arm stops him. looking up a woman who resembles the features of jacob's stood in front of him her lips pursed in a thin line of confusion.

before troye could speak she beats him to the punch;

"why are you in my house, young man?" she questions her voice soft and hazel eyes staring into his wide blue ones.

"i-i-,"

"he was having sex with me," jacob interrupts him, making his cheeks burn red. jacob's mother lets out a heavy sigh, the most fake smile makes its way upon her lips when she spots her son. troye could tell this wasn't going to end well.

"honey i thought i told you if you were going to be- nevermind we'll talk later," she then looks at troye, giving him a pointed look, but keeping the faux smile on her lips.

jacob roughly grabs troye's wrist, pulling him outside away from his mother who kept her eye on them as they left her house.

"what was she talking about?" troye questions when jacob leaves go of his wrist. "did i get you in trouble?" troye worries chewing on his bottom lip.

jacob's dark eyes soften noticing his worry, he makes his way over towards troye cupping his hands around his chin so troye was looking into his eyes.

"no, it's not your fault she's a bitch," he mumbles against his lips. troye couldn't help but feel like he was only kissing him because his mother was on the other side of the window watching them. but he put that in the back of his head resting his lips against jacob's and slowly pulling himself closer to him.

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"mom you can't pray the gay away!" jacob jokingly yells at the dinner table staring down his mother who just had banned him from seeing troye because he was gay.

"my son will not ruin the image of this family!" she fights back slamming her fork down onto her plate. "i worked so damn hard to fix it after your deadbeat father left us!"

jacob feels ache in his chest hearing his mother say this. she cared more about the image of the family than her own son who only wanted her acceptance.

"dad left because of you!" jacob yells without a thought tears stinging his eyes.

jacob's mother's hand comes in contact with the side of his face, making him flinch away from her. she had hit him many times before, but something about the look in her eyes when she did it made him flinch away from her and the tears in his eyes begin to choke him.

his mother stood up abruptly, her chair scrapping the floor. she didn't once look at jacob when walking into the living room.

a wet drop glides down his cheek, and he feels his chest tighten as he rested his hand on the spot she slapped.

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jakeyboy💓: can i come over?
jakeyboy💓: she's back i don't want to be here
jakeyboy💓: i understand if you don't want me to come over.
jakeyboy💓: but you're the only one i have who understands.

kayla🌟: you know you can come over if it gets too bad.
kayla🌟: i just need you to promise me something

jakeyboy💓: what is it?

kayla🌟: stay away from troye. he's been hurt too many times and i know exactly what you want but that isn't what he wants.

jakeyboy💓: why do you care so much?

kayla🌟: last time-

jakeyboy💓: don't bring that up i remember
jakeyboy💓: i can't promise i'll stay away from him but i'll try

kayla🌟: i'm protecting him i care about him.

jakeyboy💓: so do i

kayla🌟: no you don't

(he does though but he didn't want it to be true.)

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shortish chapter, next one might be longer it depends fam

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