Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice (Troyler One-shot)

Troye woke up to an empty bed beside him. Again. Only this time, it bothered him even more than the last couple of weeks.

He'd moved to LA quite a while ago, both for easier access to work and to be able to spend more time with Tyler. And the part of the plan involving work was going just as planned and everything was fine. The part involving Tyler... not so much. They weren't fighting or having major relationship problems or anything of that nature. The problem was: they barely had time for their relationship. 

The first couple of weeks since he'd moved in with Tyler had been great, but then it had gone downhill. Tyler's ever growing success had made him a very coveted guest to speak and participate at numerous events, charity parties, award shows, interviews, talkshows, radioshows, podcasts, gameshows, college events... The list went on and on, and Troye couldn't deny he was unbelievably proud of his boyfriend’s achievements and popularity. He just wished he could have some of Tyler's precious time for himself.

Which brought him to the current situation and his annoyance with it.

Tyler had come home from his 3 week long travelling adventure extremely late last night and passed out into a near comatose sleep almost immediately, leaving a very happy Troye alone with his excitement.

Of course, Troye forgave Tyler for falling asleep. Had he been in Tyler’s shoes, he'd probably done the same.

But now, Tyler was gone from the bed and most likely the apartment as well, yet again. Troye knew Tyler lived for his morning runs, but couldn't he have skipped it just this once?! 

Again, Troye didn't exactly blame Tyler for going on his run; heaven knew he was an intolerable morning grump, and Tyler would have had no fun waiting who-knew-how-long until he woke up and felt enough like a human being to socialize. 

His current problem with the situation was just that... the lack of the only physical exercise Troye actually enjoyed had left him with an interesting set of fantasies of what he'd like to do with Tyler when he finally got the chance, and they by no means left him alone at night. And were therefore the reason why he had woken up so hard he would probably have been able to use his dick as a hammer.

Troye groaned and left the bed. It was stifling hot anyway. He would have loved to be able to take care of himself, but before Tyler had passed out the night before, he had explicitly asked Troye not to let anything "go to waste". 

Unfortunately, a cold shower wasn't an option either, since it still needed to be fixed and the plumber would only come in later today. 

Shifting uncomfortably and cursing Tyler under his breath for being absent, he made his way to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

All he could think while doing that, though, was the sight of Tyler from the last time he'd made coffee for them in this kitchen. Butt-naked and a fine sheen of sweat from their last erotic adventure glistening on his skin in the morning sun falling through the window...

Way to go when trying to get the tightness in your pants to subside, Troye, well done...!

He turned around and hit the door of the fridge in an attempt to release tension and keeping himself from touching his throbbing erection. 

Accidentally, he hit the button for the ice cubes, causing a couple of them to noisily clatter out of the slot and skid over the kitchen floor. 

Huffing in frustration, he bent down to pick them up – not an easy task in his current state. 

He flinched as his movements brought friction to where he desperately craved it but was trying hard not to inflict any.

In a desperate attempt to cool down, he pressed the hand full of ice cubes against his bulge, and almost saw stars from it. He leaned heavily against the counter, moaning at the sensation.