Flushed (Troyler AU)

Chapter 19

Tyler’s POV

I had no clue how Troye managed to convince my boss to let me leave for a few days and was seriously surprised when he told me the news. He basically walked into the store and walked back out in seconds with a smile on his face, arms wide open to engulf me into a tight hug. I guessed those were some of the ‘advantages’ of dating a celebrity, who’s taken over the world. Sometimes I found myself questioning why Troye even went for me. Again, it was something I would never be able to explain or comprehend.

As we made our way through the airport, two bulky bodyguards on either side of us, I was pressed against Troye’s side, trying to mold with his body to avoid the prying stares of the travelers. Although my eyes stayed glued to my shoes, every so often I would glance up into the throng of people and the few men with cameras around us. Today’s situation was better than usual and despite the glares I received, I wasn’t bothered by them. Instead, I flashed them a grin and only nuzzled further into Troye. People gawked and rolled their eyes, clearly with jealousy, as Troye’s arm around me tightened and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, murmuring a quiet ‘almost there.’ It was like he thought I couldn’t handle a few nasty looks; if only he knew the number of people trying to follow me home after classes, thinking I could lead them to him. It was pathetic and overly desperate.

The gesture was sweet none the less and I nodded in response, picking up the pace as we neared the gates of the airplane. Of course we were late and held up the departure for over fifteen minutes, but no one would have the guts to scold Troye Sivan for his tardiness. One complaint from him and they would end up unemployed.

I prepared myself for the twenty hour flight as we found our seats and settled down. The first class area was empty, leaving us alone, which was probably for the best. The curtains separating the section were drawn open and this left room for many peeking and judgmental eyes, all directed towards me. I never really understood the amount of hate one received for dating a famous artist and refused to believe the threats were real when the tabloids wrote about them. But now, I had a clear image of how bad it really was. The hate I encountered so far seemed to be nothing other than a few snarky comments, disapproving looks and the occasional intimidation. The teenage girls acted especially immature, creating text posts on Tumblr describing the ways in which they would murder my family. Their comminations seemed inviolable and I dismissed each one with laughter and a shake of the head. Though some, photo shopped different edits of us and organized cute collages of the few pictures from magazines and the ones that Troye posted to his Instagram. Those, Troye and I shared with each other, sending them over text and dumbly smiling at our phone screens.

Troye grabbed my hand and squeezed it to the point where I was afraid my circulation would cut off and I realised he was nervous to fly, despite the thousands of times he’s flown, sometimes multiple times per day. I stroked his palm with my thumb, silently reminding him there was nothing to worry about. As we took off, Troye hid his face in the crook of my neck, whimpering at the nauseous feeling rising in his tummy. It was nice to be the one he needed for a change and I wrapped my free arm around his shoulder, scattering light pecks all over his cheek and jaw. I felt his tense muscles relax under my touch and his body curled around mine once we safely rose up into the air.

I tapped his chin with my pointer finger and lifted it up. For a moment I took in all the beauty that was Troye Sivan and sighed before leaning down to capture his lips with mine. Our lips moved together languidly, too slow to turn heated. My palm cupped his cheek, thumb skimming his jaw line in a feather-like touch. Troye licked my bottom lip and I immediately opened my mouth, letting his tongue slide in. Our tongues met and my brain began to buzz, turning to complete mush. I could taste the spearmint of his gum as it mixed with my sweet breath from the cranberry muffin I had eaten earlier. Neither of us could get enough of each other and our mouths moved together eagerly, his hands slowly trailing underneath my shirt. When he tweaked my nipple between his cold fingers, I squeaked and pulled away from the kiss.