Kissing Troyler

Part 5

"Tyler! Are you ready to get your dance on?" Zoe teases. I begin to walk to the open corner of the room and wait to follow for Tyler to follow. Is is possible to do these three minutes without ever looking Tyler in the eyes? God I hope so cause you know I will sure as hell try. 

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Troye POV:

Taking a quick shot as Tyler did the same, I patiently wait for the music to start as everyones eyes follow Tyler as he meets me in the corner of the room. 

“You two ready yet?” Zoe asks practically bursting to start the music. 

I nod reluctantly “Let’s see what mischief you have in mind."

“Ok, your first song is by none other Beyonce. A staple to all good club music- ‘Drunk in Love’.” 

My hands were shaking uncontrollably but as the music started to play I began to loosen up.

We be all night,

And everything alright

No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights

Boy, I'm drinking,

Park it in my lot 7-11

 I mean how hard can this be- it was just like dancing in a club. Right? Except you are dancing with your crush… and all of your friends are watching… Oh who am i kidding I can’t do this. I am so not this confident.  

My thoughts were interrupted my someone coming up behind me and placing their hands on my hips in the most loving way possible- almost inviting me to start grinding whenever I was ready. “It’s okay Troye. We can put on a show for them.” Tyler whispers. 

With all of the confidence I could muster I began to move my hips to the beat and then I just let me emotions do the rest. 

I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend

Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right

Armand de brignac, gangster wife

Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out

Moving my hips to the beat of the music I let myself form to the body behind me. Without even thinking about it I let me hand glide up and latch onto Tyler’s neck and then stroke through his soft lavender hair.

 Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys

Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic til my voice hoarse

Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard

Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood

I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body

Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good

Tyler reciprocated by doing some of his own moves behind me- earning some applause from our little ‘audience’. Caught up in the music I feel Tyler hit against the wall behind us. For a second I question everything that has just happened in the last minute and a half as shock, then embarrassment, flash across my face. Was it too much? What did Tyler think? What did the others think?