Tracob: Senior Year

21

Troye was a mess the next day trying to decide what to wear to dinner. He had settled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and even removed his nail polish, until Jacob walked in the room and completely vetoed his ideas.

"Baby, I want you to be yourself."

Troye sighed.

Jacob opened the  suitcases that Eric helped pack from Troye's house and he rummaged through them until he pulled out a black denim skirt and a white Adidas, slightly cropped, sweatshirt. He then found a pair of white knee highs, and passed them to Troye, followed by the left shoe of Troye's pair of black platform converse- for his good leg.

"This is better," Jacob said pointing at the outfit he laid out.

Troye sighed and nodded.

Jacob took it upon himself to pull the t-shit off of Troye and then unbuttoned Troye's jeans and helped shimmy them off. He was very careful with Troye's right ankle, which was currently without the boot. Troye was left sitting on the bed in nothing but a pair of light pink lace boy shorts. Jacob smiled, "I think I like you just like this the most, maybe we should forgo the outfit..."

Troye laughed, "Don't be stupid, hand me my shirt."

Jacob smiled and helped Troye dress himself. Once clothed, Jacob fished through Troye's cosmetic bag until he found white nail polish. He carefully painted Troye's nails as Troye watched him lovingly.

Jacob gently blew on Troye's nails to help them dry and once they were finished Troye carefully crafted his curls and added a bit of a sparkly highlighter to his cheek bones and shiny lip gloss.

"Perfect?" Troye asked looking at Jacob.

Jacob looked Troye up and down and nodded. "Really fucking perfect," Jacob said biting his lip. He moved closer to Troye, ran his hand up Troye's leg and Troye spread his legs a bit knowing where this was going.

"Fuck, the things you do to me," Jacob said as he gently trailed his hand up Troye's skirt.

Troye's breath hitched, "I know, but you can't get me all messed up before your dad's, but maybe after we can swing by my place before you take me home- I have to get some things for school tomorrow."

"Just to get things for school tomorrow?" Jacob asked leaning in to mouth over Troye's neck gently.

"Maybe no," Troye said.

"Maybe no?" Jacob laughed.

"I would really honestly love for you to passionately make love to me while we are there too, but who knows, you might piss me off today and I could change my mind," Troye replied biting his lip in a seductive manner.

Jacob took a deep breath, "I am completely at your mercy today, Baby Boy. Anything you want, anything you need, just say the word."

Troye laughed, "I'll keep that in mind."

Before they knew it, and before Troye was ready, they were piling into Mrs. Miller's car so she could drive them to Jacob's dad's house.

Troye fidgeted nervously the whole drive over. Once they arrived Jacob lifted Troye from the car and was going to carry Troye to the front door, but Troye insisted on his crutches. Jacob complied and walked slowly so that Troye could keep up.

Once at the front door Jacob knocked loudly.

Within seconds the door was opening.

"Hey bud!" Randy said with a huge smile.

"Hey dad! This is Troye," Jacob said placing a hand on Troye's lower back.

"Hi Troye..." Randy said looking Troye up and down.