Tracob: Senior Year

4

Jacob woke to his phone ringing the next morning. Seeing that it was Angie, he answered immediately.

"Hi," he said with his morning voice.

"Sorry to wake you, bud. Are you ok? It's just that, Troye said you came here last night and then you took off. He was worried about you and that made me worry."

"I'm great," Jacob said sincerely.

"Ok good. Well I apologize for having him around so much. If it really is that bothersome to you I will..."

"No! Troye isn't the problem. I've been a real asshole. I need to apologize to you both."

"Well, you could start by coming over and helping Troye study for that math test. I just can't," Angie laughed.

"Ya, sure of course!" Jacob said, "Are you at your house?"

"Yep, come over whenever. We are locking ourselves in until Troye's ready for that test."

"Ok, I'll be over in a bit."

"See you then!"

Jacob rolled out of bed, he showered, and spent a little extra time picking out his clothes and fixing his hair. He put on his favorite cologne and chap stick. After making sure he looked absolutely perfect, he headed to Angie's house.

Angie opened the door when he arrived. She looked a bit surprised when she saw Jacob. "You going somewhere after this?"

"Nope!" Jacob said. "Where's Troye?"

"Guest bedroom upstairs- I will get you guys when it's lunchtime, ok?"

"Sure! Thanks!" Jacob said and then ran upstairs.

He headed down the hall and stopped in front of the doorway of the guest room. Troye was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and joggers, his hair was a mess of curls and he lay on his stomach staring quizzically into a book. Quietly Jacob entered the room and closed the door behind him. The sound of the door made Troye jump. He quickly looked over his shoulder. Jacob smiled. Troye sat up immediately. "Hi," Jacob said "I heard you needed some help studying." Troye looked Jacob up and down and then nodded.

Jacob walked over and sat on the bed next to Troye. Troye's eyes were glued to Jacob. The intensity of Troye's stare was enough to start to get Jacob a bit worked up, though he tried his best to keep his cool. "You ok?" Jacob asked Troye. "You're not usually this quiet."

"Ya, umm.. it's just that, you look really, really good- like really, really good," Troye answered his voice a bit deeper than usual.

Jacob smiled, "Ya? You think so?" Troye nodded. "Well, I'm digging your morning after look. That's something I could get use to," Jacob said echoing Troye's sentiments from the day before. Troye giggled.

"We should probably start studying, though," Jacob said, "I heard I have my work cut out for me." Jacob could see Troye hesitate and he raised an eyebrow at Troye. Troye sighed, "I couldn't decide if I wanted to say 'I'd like to study you' or 'You relax and I'll do all the work', you just look so damn good my brain is not functioning properly."

"Ahh, there he is," Jacob said with a flirty smirk. "How are we suppose to study anything if you can't even get your awful pickup lines straight?"

"There's nothing straight about me," Troye responded. "Well," Jacob answered, "I'm starting to realize that I'm not as straight as I thought I was either..."

"Starting to realize that, huh?" Troye asked. Jacob nodded. "Maybe I can make a deal with you," Jacob suggested. He moved closer to Troye and gently played with the neckline of Troye's t-shirt. "I'll help you go over all of this math, if you help me complete some, let's call it, self-discovery, first."

Troye nodded excitedly. Jacob responded by leaning in and pressing his lips to Troye's. Without thinking twice, he pushed Troye back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He nudged Troye's legs open with his knee and positioned himself between Troye's legs after they fell open. Jacob planted a hand on the mattress next to Troye's head and the other gripped Troye's waist under his t-shirt. Troye's one hand grabbed a hand full of Jacob's hair. The other slid around and cupped Jacob's ass. As Jacob deepened the kiss, Troye bucked his hips up pressing his groin against Jacob's, both boys moaned simultaneously. After the daze of pleasure wore off, Jacob pushed down, feeling his hardened member pressing against Troye's. "Fuck," Troye whispered. "You're so fucking hot, Jacob."

Jacob smiled and began to kiss down Troye's neck while slowly moving his groin against Troye's. He brushed his teeth along Troye's collarbone and Troye moaned loudly. Troye then wrapped his leg around Jacob's ass, and pulled Jacob closer to him. Jacob moved his lips to Troye's mouth and pushed his tongue in to explore and taste Troye. Both boys were a panting mess, which was probably why neither one heard the door open and Angie come in until she exclaimed, "What the hell?!?"

Jacob turned to look at Angie and moved off of Troye. Angie looked between Troye and Jacob. "Troye," she finally spoke, "You need to go." "What?" Jacob and Troye said together. "I'm sorry Jacob, I should have listened to you. Clearly he's been toying with you, I'm sorry. Troye leave now before I decide to not be so nice."

Troye looked at Jacob as confusion filled his face. "Now, Troye!" Angie nearly yelled. Troye climbed out of bed, slipped on his shoes and began to gather his things.

Suddenly, Jacob snapped out of confusion and began to process the situation. "Why are you making him go, Angie?"

"Maybe because I walked in and found my straight brother nearly ready to fuck him."

Troye's eyes went wide with realization and he looked at Jacob. "Holy shit, this was your plan wasn't it? You wanted me gone and this was your way of making that happen."

"What?" Jacob said shock in his voice, "You can't honestly believe that, Troye." Troye shook his head, "I really am such an idiot." He pushed passed Angie to leave.

Jacob stood up and moved to follow, Troye. Angie positioned herself in front of him. "What the hell, Jacob? You could have just told me you wanted him gone that badly."

Jacob felt sick. "No, Angie. I don't want him gone...I actually like him."

"J, you know that I'm accepting of people of all walks of life and that isn't the issue here, but you're straight, baby, and I don't know how he got you all mixed up, but it doesn't matter. I'm done. You won't have to worry about him anymore."

Tears threatened to spill from Jacob's eyes and he groaned in frustration. "You aren't listening to me, Ang! Can you just give me Troye's number or tell me where he lives or something?"

Angie looked at Jacob incredulously, "Jacob- go home, now."

Jacob sighed. He grabbed his books and slid out of the door. He decided he would just wait to talk to Troye at school the next day, though that seemed like forever away.