tyrus oneshots

#7: Let You Love Me

[Songfic based on 'Let You Love Me' by Rita Ora]

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I should've stayed with you last night
Instead of going out to find trouble

It was twelve am and Cyrus was beginning to feel hazy, light as a feather as he made his way through the dancing crowds. Everything was blurring slightly around him as he went, finding a couch in the corner to collapse down on.

Bright neon lights of varying colours were flashing inside the house, filling the room in short bursts as people gathered around in their groups, talking, laughing and dancing. It wasn't his usual scene by any means, but Buffy and Marty had both somehow convinced him to come. His foggy brain couldn't exactly remember where they had gone, and the pulsing music really wasn't helping matters.

It started with him noticing TJ across the dance floor, green eyes glinting playfully as they always seemed to do. Cyrus could feel himself falling again, as he always did, but somehow his brain didn't seem to protest this time. He watched as TJ pushed his way through the swarms, face flashing with varying colours as he did. He reached the small couch where Cyrus was sat, red cup in hand.

"Didn't expect to see you here," TJ remarked, voice light.

Cyrus looked up at the boy, eyes travelling from the white shirt he was wearing, to the pride necklace around his neck, to the way his lips curled up into a smile that never failed in reducing Cyrus to a mess. He sighed.

"Always expect the unexpected, TJ."

The boy just smiled again, sitting down beside Cyrus and placed an arm on the couch behind him. Cyrus bit his lip, leaning in slightly despite himself.

"Want some of my drink?" TJ asked, voice raised slightly due to the music.

He narrowed his eyes skeptically. "What is it?"

"Coke," said TJ, laughing slightly when Cyrus gave him a disbelieving look. "I swear."

Cyrus took the cup after a few more moments of hesitation, taking a small sip. He regretted it almost immediately because shit, now TJ's hand was free and he was running it through his hair and Cyrus' stupid gay heart was soaring.

"So, if you're not here for the drinks then why are you here?" TJ asked, smiling as Cyrus handed him back the cup.

"For Buffy and Marty."

TJ glanced around in an exaggerated fashion, before returning his gaze to him again. "Seems legit."

"I've been ditched I think," he explained with a sigh. "Or somehow I just lost them."

TJ nodded, looking out at the crowd of dancers for a moment. Cyrus glanced over at him out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip.

"Why are you doing this, TJ?"

The words hung in the air around them like a fog for what seemed like minutes, with loud pop music and laughter filling the silence between them.

TJ couldn't seem to look at Cyrus now.

"Doing what?"

Cyrus scoffed, gesturing to the arm TJ currently had practically wrapped around him. "This. Coming back to me. Being so sweet and then running away every time. What do you want?"

Silence. TJ let out a shaky sounding breath.

"Kippen! Justin's got some weed at his place, we gotta bail dude!"

Reed's voice rung out surprisingly clear amongst the crowd. Cyrus watched as TJ stood up and sent him an apologetic glance before following the boy. Soon, he was swallowed up by the crowd again and Cyrus was left alone as ever. His phone lit up with a message not even a minute later.