3 n 1 (Tracob)

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"Jakie, where are we going?!"

Troye laughs from his place on the older man's shoulder. 

"You'll see!" 

After a couple more minutes, Jacob sets the blond down on the ground and tells him to shut his eyes. 

"Why?" Troye whine. "I wanna see!" 

"Just do it, baby boy," Jacob whispers, kissing his forehead. "You'll love it, I promise." 

The younger smiles, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

He shuts his eyes and lets Jacob take his hand, guiding him to-wherever-they were going. 

Letting go of Troye's hand, Jacob wraps his arms around his waist softly and presses a kiss to his neck, "Open your eyes now, baby." 

Opening his eyes, the smile drops from his face in shock.

They were at the beach.

There was a canopy type roof over a blanket with pillows and cushion seats along with lit torches and a picnic basket. 

Jacob's grip tightens a little bit around Troye as he lets out a soft chuckle, "Do you like it?" 

Troye nods, smiling, "I love it!" 

"I hope you're hungry," the elder grins. 

Stepping to the side, he guides Troye over to the scene and they both sit down on the blanket. 

After a while of talking and eating, the two stare out at the crashing waves against the shore. 

"Troye," Jacob says snapping me out of the trance the younger boy was in. 

He turns to look at Jacob who smiles.

Troye smiles back and blush lightly, "Jacob." 

"Happy anniversary," he says quietly. 

Troye grins widely, "Has it been a year already?" 

"You forgot."

Jacob chuckles. 

"No! I didn't forget. I just...didn't realize how fast time flew by." 

"Whatever," Jacob whispers as he leans closer to Troye and presses their lips together before pulling away slightly with a mumble against his lips, "I love you, Troye Sivan." 

A smile makes its way onto the blond's lips, "I love you too, Jacob Bix." 

Kissing once again, it quickly turns into a make out session against the blanket.

Leaning Troye back, Jacob carefully crawls on top of him not losing lip contact. 

Sliding his hand up his shirt slowly, Jacob kisses down his jaw to his neck.

He pulls the boy's shirt off before moving his lips down his chest and to his stomach, definitely leaving marks. 

I'm pretty sure you can figure out what happened after that. 

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Rolling onto his back, Troye opens his eyes and sees Jacob sleeping with his arms wrapped around his waist loosely. 

Carefully unraveling himself from the elder's grip, Jacob shifts onto his back, his mouth falling open slightly, before relaxing again. 

Troye smiles lightly to himself and stands up carefully, slipping his boxers back on from the night before. 

Carefully stepping over the bright haired boy, he sits gently on Jacob's stomach with his legs on either side of him. 

"Jacob," he whispers. 

Getting no response, Troye lies his hands on the older man's chest and taps his fingers lightly against the flat surface, "Jakie." 

"Huh?" he gasps, his eyes staying closed. 

Troye holds back a laugh and lies down against his chest, "Jakie, it's time to get up. Before people come and wonder why there's a naked guy with lying on the beach." 

Jacob wraps his arms around the younger boy and opens his eyes to look at him. 

"Good morning," Troye grin. 

He sighs with a peck to his nose, "Good morning, baby boy." 

"I want breakfast. That's the real reason I woke you up." 

"I love you," he chuckles lightly. 

"I love you, too," Troye smiles shyly. 

"I love you more." 

"Now that we've said it, we can't stop." 

"Are you complaining?" 

"Not at all."