This House is Our Home (Troyler Oneshots)

The Ikea Fic

A/N this is the first one guys! i hope y'all like it bc it's been in my drafts for a looong time and i've just never published it :]

The Tumblr post this is based on is hopefully linked (even though it doesn't quite follow the post). I have the firm belief that every fandom should have the Ikea fic written for a ship, so without further ado, here's the Troyler fandom.

UPDATE: I just added bold and italics. If you already read this, nothing changed.

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The Ikea Fic

The sound of the car door locking made Troye turn his head to see Tyler stood with the key in his hand and the other end of the box balanced on his hip. He jiggled his end of the box in his hands to get it comfy again, only to get an annoyed glance from Tyler, "Stop moving it!"

Troye scrunched his nose up and shuffled the box again. "TroyeSivan. Stop." Tyler glared at him, only to have to force away a grin as Troye burst out laughing, "Gosh calm down Tilly. We'll be inside and getting rid of this in no time".

The pair negotiated their way up the stairs and to the door of Tyler's apartment, where he attempted to pull his keys back out, only to drop them when the box shifted between his hand and his hip again, "Troye I swear if you do that one more time..." He trailed off when he couldn't think of a good enough threat. "You'll what, Tilly?"

Tyler stood up from where he had been reaching for his keys and pushed the right one into the door. He didn't want to look at Troye but he couldn't really help himself, considering how beautiful the boy was. He soon realised it was a mistake though, because as soon as he looked over he felt his cheeks burning from the sly grin on the other boy's face. "C'mon just get this damn thing inside." He grumbled, fed up of the box balancing on his hip.

Between them they lugged the box into Tyler's spare bedroom, dropping it in the middle of the floor. "Alright. Time for a break I think. Food?" Troye announced to the room, before disappearing off to find something to snack on.

A small smile formed on Tyler's face as he watched Troye leave the room and he shook his head slightly, they already ate lunch on their way back and that boy wanted more?! Instead of commenting on Troye's eating habits, he turned around to the box placed in the middle of the room. How had they gotten it from the shop to here? He didn't even realise it was possible, but apparently every shop assistant at those home store places knew how to put a box into a car that was three times too small for it.

Reaching for his pocket again, he pulled out his key and set to work cutting the tape open. Before long the box was being torn open and Tyler could see the skeleton of the bed they had bought together. Ha. Together. It's not like they'd ever be using the bed together. Tyler could only wish.

Before Tyler could even start his fantasies involving Troye and the disassembled bed before him, a jar of Nutella appeared in front of him, with a hand seemingly glued to the side of it. "Want some?" Troye mumbled around the spoon he had in his mouth, causing Tyler's eyes to widen slightly. Troye pulled the spoon away from his lips and licked the back of it, getting rid of its chocolate covering. If he was going to carry on with his little performance, Tyler was going to have issues, he didn't need any pornographic images of Troye licking spoons of Nutella whirling through his mind.

"Earth to Tyler?" Troye waved the jar in front of him again, "Do you want any?" Tyler focused again and shook his head, turning back to the box at his feet. "Fair enough, more for me!" Troye sat down abruptly next to the box and Tyler couldn't fail to notice how the boy was just in his peripheral vision, so he could still see the way he placed the spoon gently in his mouth and sucked the edge to get every last bit- stop. Wow was he thirsty today.