Wolfsbane: Troyler AU

A Touch

Tyler's POV

I squatted over him, slid my left hand across his shoulder blade, and was about to position both hands, ready to grip him tightly, ready to flip him over. Gotta be gentle, Tyler, I reminded myself. Even though he's well enough to flirt-- and what a flirt he is-- but that doesn't mean you can just flip him onto his back like... well, like... like...

I couldn't even finish my own thought, and I won't bother to try to tell y'all. But my face felt like it was on fire. Literally roasting from the inside out. Jesus. Damn blushing.

Troye shuddered.

“You okay?” I said to him, my voice kind of tight with panic. Did I squeeze his shoulder too hard? How was I supposed to move him if he couldn't stand my touch? I bit my lip in worry, and was about to speak, when I saw him nod. 

“Just a chill,” he said, his voice low and gruff. I nodded quickly, even though he could not see me. I placed my right hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

“Ready?” No response. “Troye? You okay? You ready?” 

A quick jerky nod from him. God, his face was still half in the mud down there. I was joking earlier with him about the mud not being tasty, but my stomach twisted in genuinely sympathy this time. He'd been down there like that more than anyone should have to be. I began to roll him over, slowly onto his back.

As I was rolling him over, I found myself sliding my hands from his shoulders down to the middle of his biceps, holding and repositioning them to prevent them from being trapped under him when he was fully on his back. My hands clenched briefly on him, and he felt long and lean under my palms. Still in a squatter's position, I glanced down at the front of his body, down as far as I could see, which was about mid-thigh, I suppose. He was covered in mud, his short, dark blue khaki jacked splattered and his white crew neck shirt beneath stained and soaked through. He was wearing skinny jeans which were a stone-washed, perfectly faded blue. That is, where they weren't brown and wet.

I allowed my eyes to travel slowly back upwards, checking for visible damage, and when my eyes landed on his chest, my eyes widened just a bit, because his nipples were hard and visible and--

Holy hell, Tyler, get a grip!! I quickly moved my eyes upward, but then stopped at the base of his neck. I could see his pulse hammering away.

Troye groaned loudly, in pain, and my eyes darted up to his face.

He was staring at me, his eyes wide, strikingly blue. Then, they went dark, his lids lowered, and his lips curled up into a very lazy, very slow, very sensual... I looked away quickly.

Keeping my eyes on his thrumming pulse, still squatting, I said, “Troye? What's the matter? Please say something... are you in pain?” No response, just more of those...sounds... vibrating out of his throat into the early morning air. Jesus. Those sounds.

I chewed on my bottom lip, building up courage, bit down hard once, and then snapped my eyes back up to his face.

He was beautiful.

Even with mud on most of his face, and the beginnings of a bruise darkening his forehead, I could see that he was beautiful. His pale, clear skin glowed where the mud hadn't speckled and dulled it, and his lips, still lifted in that lazy grin, were a deep, dusky pink. His eyes, even though his lids were low over them, were the truest color blue. 

“Oh, God, you are in trouble!” I heard myself say out loud. I glanced quickly at Troye, to see if he would question my weird statement, but he looked slightly dazed, watching my lips as if he were trying to read them. But he gave up, looked up right into my eyes, and licked his lips. Then, he licked them one more time.

Jesus. Effin. Christ.

“T-Troye, say something,” I stammered, my voice coming out roughly. Suddenly, his eyes opened, very wide and very quickly, and I was momentarily shaken by the full force of those... truest blue eyes. I was in trouble. His eyes weren't “blue like the sea when the sun is shining at noon.” They weren't “a subtle blue like Hawaiian waters when dolphins swim through and cause ripples deep under the surface.” They were just... the truest blue I had ever seen. No other words. 

Oh, Tyler, I sighed to myself. Those low growls were still strumming out of Troye's throat, and his eyes had gotten impossibly wider still. Okay, that didn't look good.

I leaned towards him, moving my hand slowing through the air, trying not to startle him, but his eyes continued to grow larger, bit by bit by bit, as his gaze remained locked on mine.

“Troye?” I whispered. I placed my palm on his cheek.

Three things happened the instant I touched him:

One: Troye's eyes rolled up and away from me, he passed out, and his soft cheek rested heavily against my hand.

Two: A slow, flush of lust like nuclear heat bloomed in my belly before ripping through my body, and I felt my lips mouthing the word beautiful.

Three: I knew he was a werewolf.

 Shit. 

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A/N: Uploaded two chapters tonight, as promised (even though this one is kiiiiinda short)! How did you guys like the boys finally interacting? And another cliff-hanger??!! HOW did Tyler know Troye was a werewolf? I will let you know soooooon (and NOT a Troyler "soon" either, but legit soon lol).

I was so, so excited about writing this, and I hope whoever reads it enjoys it! Please feel free to vote, comment on what you do and don't like, and follow me if you like! I know you guys noticed TRXYE in these last two chapters :-D. "Touch" has been on replay pretty much the majority of the day, tbqh, and I feel amazing! Ok, bye! <3