Only When You're Drunk - A Troyler Fanfiction

Chapter 8: First Time

*Hey guys! Warning - this chapter is definitely rated R. So strap in, kiddies. You're up for one hell of a ride.

Troye's POV

I felt like an idiot, laying beside Tyler with tears streaming down my pathetic face. Am I really crying at this right now? I thought to myself as Tyler stared at me with soft eyes. I knew I needed to man up and stop being such a softie about everything, but I'd never heard Tyler speak so sweetly before. It's not that he wasn't a sentimental person, because he was. But he was more the kind of person to do something incredible for you, and then laugh it off, insisting it was 'no big deal'. 
Suddenly the bed shifted as Tyler sat up, tossing a leg over me until he was on top of me in a straddling position. I felt my face burn as he looked down at me. 
"Troye..." he hummed quietly, never breaking eye contact with me. The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, as if he were testing the sound of it on his tongue.
He exhaled softly, biting his lip as he released his breath, and I reached a hand out to caress his soft cheek. He leaned into my hand and closed his eyes, smiling at the sensation.
"Troye..." he repeated, opening his eyes as my name left the lips I so desperately wanted to devour once more.
"I can't lie to you anymore." he continued. At this I cocked an eyebrow, wondering what he was talking about.
"What?" I questioned. He smiled wide and I couldn't help but think that this was some joke I wasn't in on. I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was naked under Tyler Oakley, and felt extremely embarrassed about it.
"I can't lie anymore." he repeated, the smile never leaving his perfect lips.
"Can't lie about what?" I asked, becoming more and more self-conscious by the second.
"About how you make me feel." he began. "I love every thing about you."
I lay there in the darkness of his room, completely unsure of how to respond. Was he joking? Did he seriously feel the same way as me? Was I over-thinking everything? Probably.
"Y,you do?" I stuttered, biting my lip. Tyler closed his eyes lazily for a moment before leaning down to kiss me.
"I love your lips and the way they say Tilly." he stated as he gently pulled away.
"Tilly." I breathed as his eyes caught mine again. He kissed my cheek.
"I love that you're as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside."
He kissed my upper arm.
"I love how it feels when you wrap these arms around me."
He kissed my chest.
"I love how big your heart is."
He kissed my stomach.
"I love how you eat nutella out of the jar."
At this I laughed, closing my eyes and tipping my head back slightly. Tyler brought his face back up to mine, his breath hitting my lips as he spoke.
"I love you."
He opened his mouth for a moment, looking as though he were considering saying more, but before he had the chance I leaned into him, our lips crashing together as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him harder against me. He pulled away after several minutes of kissing, leaving me feeling hot and needy. I almost whined at the loss of contact. I glanced up to see him removing him jeans. Oh. Then his boxers. Oh, hello. He immediately came back and attacked my mouth, leaving me completely breathless. Our erections brushed together again and he groaned loudly, turning my blood once again to fire and making me undoubtedly hungry for him.
He pulled away again, but this time kept his hands under my spine, making intense eye contact.
"Can I take you?" he asked breathlessly. 
Take me? Take me wher-Oh. OH. Suddenly I was blushing again, and tripping over all of my words.
"Uh, y,yeah, I g,guess so." I managed. Tyler's expression softened as he tried to catch his breath.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, kissing my cheek.
"Yeah... just, I'm a little nervous that it'll hurt." I admitted.
"Well... I'm not gonna lie, it is gonna hurt at first. But I promise that it'll start to feel good." he explained.
I nodded slowly at him, not saying anything.
"Troye, we don't have to do this if you're not ready." he reminded me softly. I stared at him for a moment in silence considering this, before I answered him.
"I want you." 
Then all at once his lips were on me again, and I was in heaven.
He gave me one last kiss before sitting up and opening his bedside drawer to pull out two objects: a bottle, and a small packet. 
"So... I'm gonna probably use a lot of lube to make it easier, and I'm gonna prepare you first, okay?" he asked nervously. I nodded, a little unsure of what he meant. 
I heard a cap click open and then Tyler was on me, kissing me deeply. I felt him circle around my entrance for a moment before slowly inserting a finger, and I gasped at the new sensation. 
"Let me know when you want me to insert another one." he breathed against my lips. I felt myself rock slightly against his finger as I bit down on my tongue.
"O,okay, now." I mumbled.
He inserted a second finger and I gasped again, getting used to the feeling of something inside of me. After a few moments, Tyler curled his finger and I gasped yet again, digging my nails into his shoulder.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.
"N,no! Keep going!" I blurted, feeling desperate for his touch. He curled his finger again, brushing my prostate, and I moaned loudly, closing my eyes tightly. He then began scissoring me, and I groaned, unsure of which was greater: the discomfort, or the pleasure.
After about a minute, Tyler slowly pulled his fingers out and kissed me.
"Are you ready?" he questioned, kissing my jaw.
"Y,yes. Tilly please." I begged. He moved away for a moment and I heard the ripping of foil followed by the click of a cap again, before he came back, hovering above me.
"Sh,should I get on my knees or something?'' I suggested nervously. He smiled down at me slyly. 
"No, I can work just fine with this position." And with one fast move, he was inside of me. 
He was right about the pain. It ripped through me like nothing I'd ever felt before, but it wasn't long before it began to slowly ease. Tyler was staying perfectly still, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Tell me when to move." he growled, his voice filled with want. 
"Now, move." I commanded, gripping his shoulder and back tightly.
He began pumping slowly, and though it was still painful, I could handle it. It felt weird and foreign, but still somehow desirable. As the pain started to fade, Tyler sped the pace up, and the sensations from him thrusting into me began to get greater and greater until I was a moaning mess. Suddenly he slammed into my prostate, and I cried out loudly from how amazing it felt. He must have known exactly what he'd done, because he continued to slam into the spot over and over again, until I felt the familiarity of all my muscles beginning to tighten.
"T,Ty, I think I'm gonna-" I moaned, but I couldn't get the rest out.
"Go ahead Troye, let go. Come for me, Baby." he groaned, his voice sounding all husky. The combination of him slamming against my prostate and the sound of his hot voice was too much. I didn't exactly fall over the edge, but was thrown over it, coming harder than I ever had before, and screaming Tyler's name as I did.
This sent him over the edge and he moaned loudly, my name escaping his lips as he did. He began to slow down steadily, until he was at a full stop. He stayed still for a moment, panting, before taking one of my hands and kissing it. He then collapsed beside me on the mattress and closed his eyes.
"So," he began, still attempting to catch his breath. "How was it?"
He moved his head lazily to the side to gaze at me. I gazed back, still coming down from my high.
"Well... I can honestly say you're the best I've ever had." I remarked, a grin spreading across my face.
Tyler laughed at this and pulled me gently so that I was laying on his chest before stroking my hair.
"I love you." he stated. I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I love you too." I laughed.