Tracob: Senior Year

19

Happy Holidays!!!!

When Jacob returned to Troye's room, Troye was laying on his left side snuggled against the pale pink comforter hugging the teddy bear. Jacob's heart skipped a beat in how soft and innocent the boy looked. That was until Jacob's eyes raked down Troye's body where Troye's shirt was pushed up a bit. Jacob couldn't help but stare at the white lace that was peaking out of the top of Troye's skirt and Jacob also couldn't help his dick twitching slightly in interest.

Jacob scolded himself internally, 'he's injured, you asshole,' he told himself and then he blamed Eric for putting such thoughts in his mind.

Jacob took a deep breath and finally said, "umm, where do you want to eat."

Troye tried quickly sitting up. "Ow," Troye whined.

"Baby, you ok?" Jacob asked not even realizing the use of the pet name. Troye pouted as he steadied himself.

Jacob moved into the room, placed the vase with flowers on the nightstand and the plates next to it. "Did you hurt your ankle?"

"No," Troye said and lifted his shirt a bit. Jacob bit his lip when he saw the stitches to the right of Troye's abdomen.

"Oh, you've got to be careful, love," Jacob said softly.

Troye nodded. He was swooning at Jacob's tone and nicknames for him.

"Where do you want to eat?" Jacob asked again.

"Why don't you just sit up here next to me. But on my left side, that's my good side," Troye smiled.

Jacob laughed, "Ok then." Jacob plated their food, handed Troye his plate and climbed up to sit next to Troye.

"Thank you," Troye said, "but don't get any salsa on my new bedding set."

"Oh is this new?" Jacob asked admiring the soft pink comforter.

"Yep, Mrs. Miller got it just for me."

Jacob smirked, "You're so fucking adorable, Troye."

Troye raised an eyebrow at Jacob and took a bite of his burrito.

"Oh that probably sounded dumb..." Jacob said.

Troye laughed loudly.

"Shit, I mean you're not just adorable you're also...you know, I should probably run down and grab us some drinks," Jacob said jumping off of the bed and nearly sprinting out of the room.

"Get a grip," Jacob scolded himself when he got into the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator took out two bottles of water and headed upstairs.

By the time Jacob returned, Troye had finished his food and was playing with a thread on his skirt.

Jacob took a deep breath and said, "here's a water," as he walked over and handed it to Troye.

Troye looked at him sadly and took the water, "thank you," he said softly.

"Troye, is something wrong?" Jacob asked.

Troye sighed, "Look, Jake, you don't have to be here if you don't want to be here. I don't need you to pity me and it wasn't your fault."

Jacob's eyes went wide, "What? No, Troye, I want to be here, I really really want to be." He crawled back on the bed to sit next to Troye. "I've really, really missed you."

"You have?" Troye said his eyes wide.

"So fucking much," Jacob nodded, "I just feel like such an ass for how I've treated you and for the things I've thought about you, you deserve so much better, Troye."