The thing is, they don't talk about it.
In fact, it has been nearly a month since it has happened, and neither have brought it up.
The next day after it had happened even, Jacob went straight over to Troye's. Troye simply blushed and smiled, let him in like always. They never said anything about it, instead talked about astronomy over glasses of strawberry milk, and Caspar and Joe over painting nails, and then over lunch in a little cafe they prank called Tyler. And it's literally like nothing's happened and Jacob is so frustrated.
He wants Troye so bad, though. He wants to hold him and kiss him and let him know how pretty he is, and he wants to touch. Touch everywhere, with soft fingertips and gentle lips. He is so in love but he can't bring himself to tell Troye because he is so scared.
Jacob isn't oblivious though. He notices the way Troye is clingier, doesn't mind touching Jacob and holding on to him. He notices Troye's blushing cheeks at certain things, and his giggles in necks, and the way Troye adds in soft compliments. Jacob's seen him bend over with the tip of his purple, lacy thong peeking out, and the way he moans Jacob's name in the shower just loud enough for Jacob to hear when he is still wrapped up in his duvet. Jacob knows Troye wants it just as bad as he does, but he's scared to be the one to say something, too.
(But Jacob can't be the one to do it, He can't.
He can't because Troye has been through too much and he needs him to be 100% into this. He is scared because he doesn't know what Troye's opinion on love is any more - he doesn't know how scared he is of it, or if he ever wants to fall in love again, or if he maybe already has.)
(One night they are curled up in Troye's bed, it is soft and quiet and gentle, when Troye's lips press against his own. Troye simply pulls away and turns over, murmuring out a, 'night, Jake.' Jacob blinks, touching his lips and smiling into his palm to refrain from giggling.)
Right now, Jacob's using nail polish remover to remove the dark green colour from Troye's nails, Troye deciding that a yellow is what he wants. Jacob's been progressing well in painting nails, and Troye lets him do it more often for him.
"Did they ever use their gift?"
Jacob smirks. "They pretended to hate it, right? Pretended they were absolutely revolted by the lingerie thing. And like, the first week there is nothing, right?" Troye nods to what Jacob's saying, chewing at his lip and watching his eyelashes flutter to his cheekbones, "then after a week I notice the bag is no longer in the living room, and I didn't really think too much of it. But then, I see the panties in the wash when I was doing my laundry."
Troye's eyes widen. "No."
Jacob nods, smirking, "So I send Caspar a little picture, right? Calls me immediately begging that I won't tell Tyler and asking where I got the stuff."
Troye laughs, eyes sparkling. "So they're like, into that?"
"Babe, you have no idea. I was looking for my black jeans last week - an entire load of laundry of just lingerie."
"No." Troye says again, shocked.
"Oh yeah."
**
Jacob doesn't mean to do it.
He really doesn't. But Tyler texted him asking if he wanted to get something to eat, and he was walking to the restaurant, and he saw it.
It was sitting on a small white stool, golden and shiny and perfect. All Jacob could think about during lunch with Tyler was how pretty the thing would look atop of Troye rich and chocolaty curls, make him look sugary sweet and special, and Jacob knew he had to buy it. Had to see Troye's cheeky grin when the damn thing is tangled in his curls, imagined him asking if he's a pretty princess, and fuck, Jacob pays the thirty for the fucking crown.
