By your side. -- TROYLER / INCOMPLETE

Don't Talk Like That.

-- Troye's POV --

When we got back from eating lunch it was only two hours from when Tyler said he would start making dinner.

    My family said that they were going to go back to their hotel to unpack and use the pool before it came time for dinner. They ended up saying that they would just be back when Tyler finished making the food.

    I can’t say I didn’t want my alone time with Tyler, but almost all the time we had together was ‘alone time.’ I had really missed my family when I couldn’t see them, and now I was finally being able to. Well, at least they were staying for another three days. That would be fun.

    When they left I took a good look into Tyler’s eyes. They gleamed with care. And when he looked away because we held a gaze for a few seconds, he looked up again at me and smiled with his teeth.

    He’s not the only one who loves it when the other smiles with their teeth.

His smile makes me happy too.

    I grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“For?”

    “I love you. That’s what for.” I smiled back with my teeth at him.

He kissed me on my temple.

    “For?”

“Same reason, babe.”

    “So what’s for dinner again?”

“Pasta.”

    “Mmmm…. Almost as delicious as you.” His eyes widened as a blush spread across his face. I began to laugh. He hit me on the arm.

    “And don’t even try to say that hurt!” He embarrassingly yelled. “Because even if it did I’m not apologizing you fuck!”

    “It didn’t hurt.”

“Good!”

    “But I feel like just maybe,” I started to lean in closer to his face, “I don’t know…” I was so close to him my lips were brushing against his as I spoke. “Tasting you again…” I was thirsty, that’s for sure.

    He almost backed away from my face but instead leaned in towards me as well.

He had his fingers on both hands locked in mine and he wrapped his arms around my back, making me put my arms a little behind my back as well. We were standing up though, and so after pressing our lips together hungrily a few times, he quickly walked me over to his couch and laid me back.

    I whispered in his ear as he went down to kiss my neck. “When did you decide you would use your tongue again?” I had my hands in his hair as he kissed my neck, and he lifted up.

    “When I realized it’s not as good without it.” He giggled and I smiled at him.

“Make sure never to get so into it when my parents are here again, though.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

    “No, no… course not.”

He slid up my shirt and planted kisses from my chest until my navel. Then he kept his lips down by the top of my pants.

    I became concerned when he wouldn’t stop kissing around they very bottom of my stomach. “I’m sorry that I’m sick and we can’t--”

“Shh shhh no, no. Don’t even talk like that.”

    “But I know you wa--”

“Really. Really, please don’t.” He moved up to my face and nibbled on my earlobe. Then he kissed my chin, kissing me on the mouth after. I parted my lips and slightly opened my mouth to let his tongue tangle with mine, we kept our lips pressed together closely until we were breathless. I pulled away and gasped for some air.

    Tyler was taking large breaths of air too. “Out of breath Troye?”

I bit my lip. “Not like you aren’t, Ty.”

    He went in to start kissing me again, but I guess a thought came into his head. I was going to pull him in but I decided not to. “Wait, how long has it been since we got home?” he asked.

    He totally killed the mood. Eh, whatever I guess. But I did frown. “I don’t know, like twenty minutes. Why?”

    “I need to go and check if we have everything for me to cook later again.”

“But we were just--” He kept cutting me off.

    “I know, I’m so sorry. I’m just worried I might’ve forgotten something.” He started to get off of me.

    “Woah, woah” I pulled him back down again. “Can’t the food wait? You’re all I’m craving right now…”

    “Troye Sivan, you adorable, flirtatious twink.”

“So the food can wait?”

    He placed his lips on mine and I eagerly kissed him back. Then after about ten seconds of moving our lips with each others instinctively, he made my lips feel susceptible to the cold, letting his warm lips leave mine.

    He pulled my shirt down and lifted me up as he got off of me and stood up.

“Harsh much?”

    He bent over and pecked me in the middle of my forehead. “Not harsh, just busy.”

I rolled my eyes as he turned away from me and walked to his kitchen.

    “Do we have everything?” I called to him when he was checking through drawers and cabinets.

    “Uh….” He paused. “Dammit.”

“We don’t?”

    “No we don’t. Shit.” He turned and gave me the ‘oops I fucked up’ face.

“Well fuck. Do you have to go the store now?”

    “I guess so.” He closed the last cabinet he checked inside.

“Should I come with?”

    “Yeah, that seems to be the only option. I’m not leaving you here by yourself.”

He rushed to his room and grabbed a jacket for him and me, helping me put my jacket on.

    “Thaaaank you Tilly.”

“You’re weeeelcome, Troye-boy.”

    I rolled my eyes at how he called me ‘Troye-boy’. It was the cutest thing.

“Well,” he grabbed his keys, “Let’s go then.”

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I decided to keep it in Troye's point of view for this part of the story as well. I know I usually switch it back and forth, but I figure it would be cuter having this all in Troye's POV. I enjoyed writing this :3 I tried to make it really touchy-feely, because when you're holding onto dear life some days, you would want to experience love with your partner before anything happens. They're really trying to fit in as many kisses as they can. Anyway, I hope you look forward for the continuation!

Lovelies! ;)

-- Oli <333