Troyler AU

Chappie 13

A.N. LOOK A CHAPTER DONT GET TOO EXCITED NO SMUTTY SMUTTY SOME IMPLIED SMUTTY SMUTTY THOUGH. SORRY. ALSO SHIT CHAPTER. SORRY. ALSO SHORT. SORRY. SUCK IT UP. CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE (A SHIT TON OF SWEARING). SORRY. IDK I TRIED AND IM GOING TO HATE MYSELF READING IT BACK WITHIN A WEEK ANYWAY SO ONWARDS AND UPWARDS MON AMIES AND MON AMOURS

Tyler collapsed onto the creaky bed, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck."

Troye turned his head towards Tyler slightly. "Yeah."

They lay in silence for a few more moments, still out of breath, until Troye broke the silence.

"Shit." Troye sat up, rolling off the bed awkwardly.

"Shit Tyler..." Tyler looked over, suddenly noticing the faint mix of of panic and annoyance lacing Troye's features.

"I'm so gay."

Tyler let out a short burst of laughter, which he quickly disguised as a cough. Troye ignored him anyway.

"I'm such a fucking fag!" Troye pulled on his boxers, running his hands through his hair worriedly while looking around for his pants.

"Troye, that's an offensive word." Tyler couldn't help but smirk at Troye's obvious wincing with each step he took across the room.

"I'm not even surprised! I knew! I knew this whole time! I was just lying to myself, trying to put it off! IF I ignore it, it'll go away. I should've known something like this would happen!" Troye was sitting on his bed by this time, mostly clothed, talking animatedly in the general direction of the whole room. "And then, I thought, maybe if I get it out of my system... That was a joke! That was sex! Not some awkward, terrifying experience with some girl where i had to be drunk off my ass just to get fucking hard! Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck."

Tyler watched curiously as Troye talked, taking in most of it, although being continously interrupted by his own brain telling him he was absolutely, totally and positively fucked.

Troye stood up again, walking painfully over to his shirt.

"You didn't have to be so rough, either." Troye said, in response to the dull pain in his lower back. Tyler propped himself up on one arm, looking at Troye.

"Fuck... Tyler... Harder... Tyler! Fuck, do that again!" Tyler said in an overly whimpery voice, and Troye's jaw dropped when he realised Tyler was imitating him.

"Literally FUCK YOU!" Troye said, picking up some of the other boys' muddy shoes and pelting them at Tyler. Tyler let out a highpitched scream, pulling the sheet up over his head as if that would protect him from the onslaught.

"I do not sound like that!" Troye squealed.

"Okay! Okay! you don't sound like that! I was kidding!" Troye stopped throwing shoes at him, sighing and dropping the sneaker that had been poised in his hand, sending him a death glare before turning to put his shirt on.

"whatever. You still have to get up, the other's could be back soon."

Tyler realised what Troye was sayin was true and quickly got up, scrambling into his clothes.

"We should probably open the windows too, it stinks in here." Troye said, crinkling his nose and walking to the window. He was right again. It was weirdly hot in the cabin, and it smelt like sex.

Tyler went to open the door, figuring the small window wouldn't make much difference.

"Alright, I guess I'll go see what everyone's up to..."
He turned to see Troye looking at him exasperatingly, batlling a smile.

"Come here dickhead." Troye said, motioning Tyler to come closer. He complied, only to feel Troye's fingers tugging at his hair nimbly. Tyler couldn't help but smile watching Troye stick the tip of his tongue out in concentration, trying to fix Tyler's unruly hair.

"There." Troye said after a few moments, voice laced with self-satisfaction. Tyler pulled away, making for the door again, when he paused, turning towards Troye.

"This never happened."

"Of course."

Troye responded without hesitation, but Tyler's words made him feel i little bit weird, and not really in a good way. Troye watched him walk out the door, not looking back, before slumping back down on the bed. He groaned before falling back into repetitively swearing under his breath. He just slept with Tyler Fucking Oakley, again, stone sober. He had always wondered what the big deal about sex was, but he wasn't wondering any more. He'd had glimpses of it in his blurred recollections of the drunken night, but he had told himself that it was probably the alcohol talking. He groaned again. He had never, ever, felt that kind of lust. He was regetting it more and more with each second that passed. He shouldn't have given in, he was weak, maybe if he hadn't kissed Tyler back Troye would still be... Straight? Troye let out a loud snort at his own thoughts. Hey, at least now he didn't have to lie to himself. Sleeping with Tyler had cleared up a lot of those kind of things, sure, but it had simultanously left him infinitely more confused.

Troye stood up abrupdetly. This wasn't helping, all this thinking. He wasn't sure if there was anything that could help. He was about to leave when the other boys barged in, talking animatedly, ignoring Troye other than to throw a quick nod in his direction.

AN AGAIN SORRY SORRY IT WAS THE BEST I COULD DO AND I JUST WANTED TO GET SOMETHING UP BUT PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK FEED ME YOUR BACK CHICKENS. WAS IT TO SHORT? WAS THERE TOO MUCH SWEARING? IS IT MOVING TOO FAST? AM I BAD WRITER? TOO MUCH DIALOQUE? NOT ENOUGH DIALOGUE? TOO MUCH INNER MONOLOGUE? SHOULD'VE INCLUDED THE SMUTTY SMUTTY? SHIT CHAPTER? TOO MUCH RANTING IN THE A.N.s? ANs TOO LONG? AUTHOR A PSYCHO? FEED ME YOUR BACKS. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL MY LOVE BASKETS OF JOY. LOVE ME. <3  xxx

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