We're My OTP: Troyler

Morning After Making Love

Troye's POV

"What's wrong"

"Is he alright?"

"Should I go check on him?"

Korey and Marcus' constant worries couldn't make it any harder to keep in the giggle that was sitting on my lips, waiting to escape. But, I composed myself and told them that I'd check on Ty.

When I pushed the flimsy, plastic door, my eyes immediately caught sight on a flustered 24 year old guy. I slowly crept up behind him and just before he had the chance to turn around, I covered his piercing blue eyes with my hands.

"Guess who..." I softly whispered.

"Tro..." before he even had the chance to answer, the desire was all too much. It overcame me like an unexpected summer shower, light but strong. I twisted his waist around so that he was facing me. He was leaning against the bathroom sink until I moved my hands hastily to his cute butt. Our mouths became increasingly closer until they were almost touching. I could hear his breathing catch as I pulled him closer to me. My instinct was kicking in to just abandon the idea and pretend it never happened but then it happened. He had moved his head slightly and our lips were intertwining together forming a perfect key and lock position - it was like they fitted effortlessly.

His soft velvet lips gently pushed against mine until I couldn't control myself anymore. I grazed my teeth against his bottom lip until I was sure he'd allow me access but to no success. I had to go even further. After my hands had reached his light, fluffy locks, I gently tugged whilst biting down on his bottom lip causing him to escape a moan.

I instantly shot my tongue in and began to explore his mouth. His tongue was gently hitting against mine, almost as if they were playing tag. After a while of kissing and zoning out of this world called life, I remembered that our friends were waiting and that soon enough a stranger will need to use the restroom so I pulled away.

Tyler pulled his bottom lip over his top and pouted, using his puppy dog eyes to make him look so innocent, as if he hadn't just made out with me two seconds ago and that he was way too cute to say no to.

Tyler's POV

What had just happened? Why did I return the kiss? I thought I had said to myself that the last one was the final kiss I'd share with him and instead I'm leaning against an unhygienic, uncomfortable sink allowing him to touch my butt and pull at my hair while I involuntarily moan at how good his lips feel. It was a mistake, yet, a mistake I would gladly do again and never want to learn from it.

"Tylah, come on!"

I hadn't even realised I was pouting for so long until his raspy voice had interrupted my thoughts.

When we pulled the door open to return to our friends, I grabbed Troye by the waist back to my chest. I didn't know what I was expecting to do in a bathroom that doesn't even have a proper door but I just couldn't let him leave without knowing where I stood.

"Troye, what are we? I mean what am I to you? Like...do you see us as something...i don't know I just think..." I mumbled, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

"You're my Tilly and you mean everything to me but can we just talk about it later when we're in a nicer place."

His wink at the end caused me to try and work out if there were any innuendos within his words but I couldn't help but overthink what he meant by a nicer place.

"Oh and Tilly, you need to fix your hair before you come out", he giggled, leaving me in front of this giant, murky mirror that showed just how much he'd ruined my hair…but, it wasn’t really ruined because it was his mark that he left to show the world that him and I were something. Still, if I had have walked out with it like this, God knows what everyone would have thought.

While I was softly caressing my hair to give it that 'purposely made it messy' look, I couldn't help but think what my hair would look like the morning after making love to Troye…