come home 🥀 sequel to sued into submission 🥀 tracob

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a/n: slight tw darlings

Troye Sivan

Wake up, cry, work, distract my broken brain, go home, cry, get dressed, step outside. Denise suggested I take a mindfulness walk, clear my mind and find little things to focus on. Like the coloured sky, or the birds singing, or that cute little alley cat passing by. Though, like most things in my life, it didn't work. As I find myself staring at the sign of a gay bar, I just keep moving forward, walking right into bad decisions.

The music is booming, the boys are gleaming, girls hang off one another, it looks like a happier me's dream. There aren't so many boundaries and restrictions here, here I'm free.

So I put my anxiety to the side (miserably failing two seconds in) and join the crowd. I bounce along with a few girls for a while and clear my cluttered head. It's got enough pain, this one night is for me.

A tiring half hour later, I realise I need more of a buzz.

"Two shots of your finest." I raise my voice over the music at the bartender.

"Well, well," A buff man musters up, placing a hand on my neck from behind.

I jump and freeze, looking up with innocent eyes.

"Hi there." He smiles.

And so I smile back.

Some alcohol running through my veins and casual talk with the bloke later, he drags me out to the swarm of bodies.

Placing two hands on my hips, I can't help but slack my jaw in shock at him.

"Hey there."

In my most drunken and submissive state, I melt to his touch.

"Hey, Daddy." I smile up at him, feeling his up his leather jacket with one hand and his jet black hair with the other.

He's smooth, he's too cool- he's only said a handful of words to me, snaking a hand around my back.

"What's a lost puppy-eyed boy like you doing in a place like this?" He asks, looking down at me with concern.

I feel like I'm back at home with my first crush, making me feel that soft spot right in my heart. That innocent first touch of romance, everything. I look up and I see Jacob, a Jacob who cares and would treat me well.

"Looking for you," I murmur slowly, my eyes drooping down the slightest.

He chuckles, "I like the sound of that."

Jacob...

He takes my hand and leads me through the crowd of twirling and pressed up close bodies, finding a corner in the club and pushing me into it. My eyes flick up to his as my back hits the wall, pleasure pooling in my belly.

He steps forward and leans in, breathing against my lips then pressing his lips to mine. I gasp in, twitching my lips up into a smile and pressing them against his deeply. He pulls away and glances at me, coming back in and flicking his tongue against my bottom lip. I part my lips and press my tongue to his, feeling all kinds of desire swirl in my veins. He feels so right.

"I miss the old you, it's like you're dead to me now..." The music purrs in my ears.

My mind runs wild as he kisses me with such force, cradling my head in his hands. Being struck with a dizzy spell of what we like to call hard liquor, I lean back and pull away. I grasp my forehead and let out a little breath, finding it hard to ground myself.

"Thing- thing's a- are different, more dizzy than usual." I speak too lowly for him to possibly hear over the music, simply leaning back in to kiss me.