By your side. -- TROYLER / INCOMPLETE

Pancakes and Netflix.

--Troye POV--

   

 

    Tyler was a comfortable sleeping spot. He was my favorite person to sleep on. Haha. He’s also the only one I’d want to. Sure, there are other people that would I guess be nice to fall asleep on, but Tyler’s familiar touch and smell (good smell, trust me) and hair and heartbeat is what I feel the best about. It was the best night’s sleep I had gotten for a long time. During the night, if I woke up, which I always do, I would kiss the bottom of his chin or his neck when he was sleeping. He smiled subconsciously and that usually made me relaxed enough to go back to bed. It was the best.

    I woke up at seven in the morning and Tyler was still asleep. I gently wrapped my arms around under his back and nestled my face in between his head and shoulder. Then I managed to fall asleep until eight, which is when Ty woke up.

    “Hey… baby…” Tyler groaned, and then he yawned.

I opened my eyes slowly and batted my eyelashes at him while I was blinking.

“Morning Ty…”

I kissed his cheek for the duration of a few seconds. Then when I removed my lips from his cheek he looked down at my mouth. Then he touched my bottom lip with his thumb and held his other fingers under my chin. He brought me into a kiss, slowly. I tangled my fingers up in his hair. We didn’t kiss for long, maybe ten seconds. But they were a great ten seconds.

    “So.. When was your family planning on coming over today?”

“I think ten?”

    “You want to get ready?”

“Yeah.”

    “Do you think you need a shower right now?”

“No.” I kinda thought I might need one, but right now I didn’t want this day to be ruined by a shower.

    “Do you love me?”

Well that question was out of nowhere. I rolled my eyes, hoping he saw.    “Duhhhh, how could I not love my beautiful, wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend, Tyler Oakley!”

    You know the emoticon: -_- ?

That was his facial expression.

    He quickly made a sarcastic smile. “Oh, thank you! And how could I not enjoy the sarcasm of my grateful, perfect, younger boyfriend, Troye Sivan!”

    I shook my head. “No, no. I wasn’t being sarcastic.” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“You really are,” I kissed his mouth for a second, “beautiful,” I kissed his chin for a second, “wonderful,” I kissed his neck for a second, “and thoughtful.”

    I was making him blush again.

“Shut up, you little punk.” He tried to look mad at me, but broke into a cheeky grin. He pecked me on the tip of my nose.

    “Get up, Troye Sivan.”

“Whatever, Tilly.” I kissed his nose too.

    He got up and pulled me up after. Then he wrapped his arm around the back of my waist for support and walked me out to the living room. He then went to the bathroom around the corner of the living room and our bedroom. After he came back, he went into the kitchen and looked back at me after opening the fridge.

    “Breakfast?”

“I don’t know.” I answered.

    “Okay, we’re having pancakes then.”