25 Days of Troyler

December 12th

Tyler POV

As I stepped out from under the warm stream of water and into the cool air circulating around the bathroom a chill ran through my body. I quickly located my glasses and wiped off some of the steam that accumulated on the lenses. Steam circled around the room and made it difficult to see but as the thick fog began to dissipate I grabbed my clothes and slid the tight denim up my still damp legs and pulled the warm sweater over my head. My hair was still dripping wet and as I walked to the door small droplets of water fell from the edges of my hair and landed with a small drip on the tile floor beneath me.

I slowly opened the door, peering out into the bedroom and saw my precious boyfriend still lying in the bed asleep. The blankets were wrapped tightly around his body and his face was buried in a pillow. I smiled to myself at how adorable he was and quickly exited the bathroom. I sat down gently on the bed next to him, careful not to wake him from his peaceful slumber. I brushed my hand across his cheek and he snuggled closer to me in his unconscious state. I wonder what he's dreaming about, maybe he dreams about me as often as I dream about him.

I slowly rose from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving the sleeping boy behind as I made my way downstairs to make us breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and opened up the cabinets to get the necessary ingredients for our breakfast. Since I was a huge waffle fan and Troye was insistent that pancakes were the way to go we had decide a while back that if we ever made breakfast for each other that we wouldn't make either, instead we would have the next best thing. French Toast.

After making the toast part I took some powdered sugar and cinnamon and decorated the tops of the bread with hearts, call it cheesy but it was cute and Troye deserved the best.

After arranging the food in a semi-presentable manner I finally traveled back up the stairs to where Troye was probably still sleeping. I opened the door slowly with my back since both of my hands were occupied holding the plates and as I looked into the room I saw Troye cuddled in the same position that I left him in. I almost wanted him to sleep forever, he was so perfect when he slept. The way his hair hung across his forehead gave him the look of an innocent child but then as my eyes wandered to his soft pink lips I remembered all of the amazing pleasure he gave me whenever he touched me.

I set the trays down on the table and made my way over to the bed. I gently leaned over and gently kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then his cheek, then softly I connected our lips. As our lips touched I felt Troye smile into the kiss and as I pulled away I saw him looking at me with squinted eyes and a slight grin on his sleep dazed face.

"Morning baby." I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his exposed chest pressed against my own.

"Hi Tilly." He said as he let out a small yawn, almost resembling a small puppy. After he finished his morning stretches I handed him the plate of food and he looked at me with a thankful smile as he began to devour the food.

Once we had finished eating we both just lied down on the bed, facing each other and predicting which song off of 1989 would be the next hit. Troye was convinced it was going to be Wildest Dreams but I knew it was going to be Style.

"TYLER OAKLEY GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" My mom's shrill voice yelled out from downstairs interrupting Troye and I's conversation. We both exchanged frightened looks not knowing what was going to happen next but I quickly got up, not wanting to get her any angrier then she already was.

I ran down the stairs as Troye half limped half waddled behind me, obviously still in pain from last night. If this was any other circumstance I would have felt incredibly cocky knowing I could do that to him but right now there were more important things occupying my mind then repeating what happened last night.