Flushed (Troyler AU)

Chapter 4

Tyler's POV

As soon as we walked through the door Troye grabbed my hand and led me to the bar, pushing through the dancing bodies which were moving to the rhythm of the music. I could feel their eyes on me, probably wondering who I was. The air felt hot and heavy, the smell of sweat and cologne was strong, but somehow pleasant. He tugged on my arm, lightly, pulling me towards him. He wrapped his hand around my waist, as he leaned down and breathed down my neck, causing me to shiver slightly. His lips were suddenly next to my ear and I felt myself lose control off my body. I had no idea what he was going to do, but at this point, would let him do anything.

"Are you always this slow?" He whispered, and then turned his head away, while continuing to make his way to the bar.

He sat me down on the bar stool, ordering a drink, and turned to me. His eyes travelled up and down my body, not even trying to be discrete about it. I blushed when his eyes landed on my face and he winked at me, for the second time tonight.

The bartender placed the drinks in front of me, and quickly averted his attention to someone else. Troye grabbed two, handing one to me and nodding his head, before flipping his over, closing his eyes as the liquid poured down his throat. I downed my drink, followed by another and then three more. Through this he watched me carefully, eyes never leaving mine. Zoe would usually stop me, but she was with some guy on the dance floor, leaving me alone with the little self-control I had. It was a good thing I had a high tolerance towards alcohol.

"Wanna dance?"

The voice seemed far away, but I could recognize it anywhere. My gaze shifted to the man sitting next to me who gave me a questioning look. Wrong way. I tried again, turning the other way, finally meeting Troye's smirking expression.

"What?" I asked, confused. He laughed, shaking his head, before taking my hand in his and dragging me onto the dance floor.

I didn't remember him taking any shots after the first one, which was probably why he seemed completely sober, but maybe I hadn't noticed. I stumbled after him as my brain buzzed, the alcohol finally making an appearance. The sensation took over and everything melted away. The only thing I could feel was Troye's strong grip on my waist. His body was pressed against mine with no space left between us. I moved against him, grinding slowly, as the music pounded in my ears. I looped my hands around his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. I hummed, feeling the floor beneath me shaking, and the walls vibrating.

The only thing I wanted was to pull Troye into the bathroom and do exactly what I dreamed of every night. I groaned, feeling my pants becoming tighter by the second.

I guess Troye heard me, because soon his hands fell to my ass and squeezed, causing my breath to hitch in the surprise of the moment. His warm lips grazed my neck, placing wet, sloppy kisses while his hands ran down the length of my torso, eventually stopping at the hem of my shirt, toying with it, before glancing up at me with a glint in his eyes. All I could think of was his lips on my skin, leaving behind heated traces of his kisses.

His tongue glided up the pale expanse of my neck, reaching my ear lobe and catching it between his teeth, tugging slightly. He gritted his teeth slowly, locking my waist with his arms, pulling me even closer into him. As his teeth detached from my ear, his warm breath washed over my skin causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

"I don't do hook ups." I felt his low voice whisper into my ear.

With that he pulled away, his lips forming into a smirk as he glanced down, seeing me flustered. I was hot all over, breathing heavily and my head spun uncontrollably.

"Fuck." I groaned quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear me, as I tried to recompose myself. My pants still felt tight and when I looked down I knew exactly why.