Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Troffy (SFW)

TW: Things implied

Title:~Editing~

Trott gasped as he felt Smith's lips against his neck, his teeth nibbling gently at his skin. 

"Smiiiiiiith," he whined, trying to focus on the monitor in front of him as Smith's hands ran down his sides, meeting around his middle. 

"C'mooon Trott, you've been editing for like three hours. Ross isn't here so we don't even need to worry about the noise."

"Ross is away all week, it's not like we're in a rush," Trott replied, turning and looking up at him, eyebrows raised. "I need to get this editing done, then we'll be free all evening to do what we want, just give me ten minutes." Turning back to his work, he continued to edit. Flopping down on the sofa with a sigh, Smith turned on the TV, flicking through the channels he struggled to find something to focus on. After just a minute or two, Trott felt Smith standing over him once more. 

"Wha-" Trott started to say, cut off as Smith pushed his lips against his. Kissing him back for just a second before pushing him off, Smith groaned as their lips parted. 

"But whyyyyyyy Trott? Do the editing another time!" Going in to kiss him again, Trott put a finger to his boyfriends lips, hushing him.

"I'm nearly done! Can you not just wait a few more minutes?!" Trott replied back, irritated. Admittedly, he wanted Alex just as much as Alex wanted him, but unlike his boyfriend he had slightly more reason and self control. Furrowing his eyebrows, Smith stared at him for a second before finally deciding that, no, he couldn't wait a few minutes. Picking up the smaller man and putting him over his shoulder. Yelling and kicking his legs, Chris tried to escape him as he walked through the hall. Bending down and tickling Smiths ribs, causing him to drop him, Trott jumped up and ran into his bedroom, sitting against the door to stop Smith getting in. Giggling to himself, he heard Smith knock on the door, then push himself against it. Chris laughed harder, pushing his heels in. 

"Troooooott! Let me iiiiiiin!" Smith called, pushing himself harder against the door. Trott stayed sitting against the door until he heard Smith step back, then opening the door and darting out, dodging around Smith and running down the stairs, into the lounge and under the table. Stifling giggles as he heard Alex come into the room and try to find him, until suddenly his head came into view, a smirk spreading across his face as he pulled him out.

"You're in trouble now mate," Smith whispered in his ear as he put him over his shoulder once more as Trott giggled, burying his head in Smith's neck.

Opening the door and throwing Trott down on the bed, he kicked the door closed behind him and threw himself at Trott, pushing his lips against him as he felt his boyfriend's hands entangle in his hair.

Trott realised that no, he couldn’t have waited a few minutes either.