The flashing lights were too bright, the music too loud. Bodies moved in sync around Troye, and he watched as people gazed either lovingly or lustfully into each other's eyes. He felt out of place, awkward, and lonely. He made his way to the bar, running a hand through his perfect brown quiff.
"Aren't you a little young to be at one of these parties?" Troyes gaze lifted from the ground to meet a set of beautiful blue eyes.
"Aren't you a little old to be at one of these parties?" The boy, well, man, let out a loud, high pitched laugh before his smile turned to a smirk.
"Oh, please. I'm not old- you're young. I'm the perfect age for getting totally hammered and waking up in bed next to someone I won't remember the next day. You, well, you look about 15 or 16." He raised one eyebrow as if to make a point, arms crossed in front of his chest.
Troye took in the man in front of him, his lilac colored hair perfectly styled, and Troye found him incredibly attractive. The older boys jeans were tight and so was his shirt.
"I'm seventeen." He glared, crossing his arms over his chest as well.
The man in front of him laughed. "So therefore, I'm seven years older than you."
"My birthdays in like 3 months. Six years."
"How do you know I'm not turning 25 before then, huh? And that's still a lot." Troye could feel the older, but shorter, man checking him out and he blushed.
"Come here with anyone?" The question fells from Tyler's lips before he could stop it.
"Some douchebag friends who are totally hammered and probably having sex." Troye commented, face emotionless, but the man could see a twinkle of amusement in the younger boys eyes.
"I'm Tyler. Are you gay?" It was a blatant, flat out question.
Troye waited to see if Tyler was serious, and when the older man raised his eyes brows, Troye knew he was.
"I, uh, no? I mean. I might. Well. Uh, I think I am. I just don't know, like, for sure?." He stumbled over his words, and Tyler's eyes widened.
"Oh, so you're still trying to figure it out?" Troye nodded and Tyler smiled softly.
"Let me buy you a drink." He offered.
"Weren't you just telling me I'm too young?" Troye smirked, feeling confidence creeping back in.
"Touché." Tyler winked and grabbed Troye's hand, making the younger boys face flare up and stomach twist.
After one too many shots, Troye began to feel the effects of the alcohol in his veins.
He sung along loudly, off key, to Beyoncé, grinding on Tyler, who laughed and sung as well. Tyler sure was a giggly drunk.
"I'm such a bad adult." He giggled loudly, "I mean, I'm letting you drink and-" he let out a belch, "momma is shit-faced!"
Troye laughed loudly. "Tyler is toooooo loooonnngggg. Can I called you something else?"
"The man of your dreams?" Tyler winked and giggled, but Troye was thoughtful.
"Tilly! There we go!"
"Tilly?"
"Yes, now come on Tilly, let's dance!" He dragged Tyler to the dance floor, head buzzing.
The music seemed louder, and Tyler was more aware of everything around him. He was more aware of the way Troye made his heart speed up and stomach flutter. He blamed it on the alcohol, but didn't stop because Troyes body felt so good pressed against his, sweaty and warm.
Troye was also noticing feelings more, because his vision wasn't the greatest. He tripped on his own feet, but Tyler was there to catch him. He looked up, and Tyler smirked, but it fell off his face fast. Troye couldn't deny the way his heart felt around Tyler, but decided it was the alcohol talking.
He leaned in close, their lips only inches apart, and then they collided. They ground their hips against eachother, Troyes hands tangling in Tyler's perfect hair, Tyler on his tippy toes.
Troye opened his eyes and pulled away slowly, but Tyler pulled him back in. They became increasingly aware of the tightness in their jeans, and Tyler pulled away. He grabbed Troyes hand, pulling him out of the crowd and towards the door, both of them knowing where this was going.
Both men had a hungry look in their eyes as the reached the exit, and suddenly Troye was pulled away.
"Heyyyyy Troooooyyeee. Time to go hoooooommmmeeeee nowwwww!"
Troye felt the buzz fade, and his eyes widened. Tyler stood against the door, looking dazed and frustrated. His gaze met Troye's and Troye felt his heart melt. He wanted nothing more than to go home with Tilly and- "Troye, come on, I'm driving!" Zoe grabbed his arm, dragging him out the door. The rest of his friends had left while he was thinking.
"Tilly!" Tyler met Troyes gaze for a moment, before he turned away and disappeared into the crowd. Troye felt the alcohols effects come crashing down on him like a tsunami as he got into Zoe's car.
On the ride home, he thought of only the older man.
He stayed up for two more hours, confused and sexually frustrated before he finally fell asleep.
