Only When You're Drunk - A Troyler Fanfiction

Chapter 14: Ho ho ho

-Troye's POV-

I entered the living room where Tyler was strangely seated on the sofa; his back pressed against the arm, one leg strewn over the back cushions, and his computer resting in his lap. He looked zoned out, but had the faintest (and cutest) smile on his face. I stared at him for a moment, admiring how effortlessly beautiful he was, even when doing the simplest of tasks. He had recently showered, or should I say we had recently showered, so his hair was still damp and unstyled, and he was rocking his "I Can't Stop Watching Youtubers" jumper and Michigan State sweats. He was perfect. 
Just then, he noticed me standing silently in the doorway. He glanced up momentarily, offering me a small but sincere smile before dropping his gaze back to his computer screen.

"What?" he asked, the brilliant smile still dancing on his lips, now dripping its way into his voice, which right now was soft and warm, maybe like honey. I smiled at him, completely mesmerized by him as I crossed the room toward him, stopping behind the sofa and staring down at him. 

"I'm just so lucky to have you." I stated casually, my smile growing wider as he lifted his ocean eyes to stare innocently up at me. He smiled back once more, a subtle blush slowly creeping its way across his flawless features.

"Shut up." he teased, a small giggle leaving his throat as the words did.

He went back to the task at hand, smiling every so often and stopping to type up what I assumed to be a response to some fan comments.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked, reaching my hand toward him and gently pulling my fingers through his hair. He stopped what he was doing and smiled, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as I began to rub circles into his scalp with my fingertips.

"Mm, just replying to some comments on my latest video."

And Bingo was his name-o.

"I see. Has anyone actually given you positive feedback?" I joked, letting out a high-pitched squeal as he reached up to squeeze my nipple.

"DON'T BE FUCKING RUDE!" Tyler screeched, smacking my arm repeatedly as I threw my head back in laughter.
I tickled the foot he had propped up on the back of the couch, and he retracted it quickly, widening his eyes at me as he let out an exhasperated hum.

"Troye, I fucking swear!"
I laughed again, strolling around to the other side of the couch and plopping myself down on it. Tyler had gone back to mindlessly scrolling through his comments when I leaned forward and closed the screen.

"You bitch-" 
I cut him off with my lips, kissing him repeatedly as we giggled, lacing our fingers together. I honestly couldn't remember a time where I'd been so blissfully happy, just to be in the company of someone. Tyler Oakley made my heart happy, plain and simple. As I continued to smother him in kisses and he continued to pretend to fight me off, even though he returned every kiss, I remembered that I'd actually had a reason for entering the room. I pulled away softly, relishing in the huge smile and bright cheeks Tyler wore; both a result of what we'd been doing only moments ago. I couldn't resist myself, and leaned forward once more, kissing his nose as he giggled again.

"You're such a little bitch." he stated, still coming down from our previous laughter.

"I know, but I'm your little bitch." I replied cheekily. He laughed, rolling his eyes at me playfully as I tilted my head and grinned at him; taking his small hands in mine and kissing the backs of them. He smiled softly, staring at me lovingly.

"There was a reason I came to see you, aside from admiring your beauty and stealing your lips." I stated, feeling a little flushed when he caught his smiling lips between his teeth.
He stayed silent, so I continued talking.