Troye turned away from Connor and pulled his shirt off in a quick fluid movement. All he could hear was the steady breathing that filled up the room, a regularity that calmed both of them. He shivered as he felt Connor carefully trace his fingers against the two long scars that were visible on his back. Moving steadily, one of Connor's hands reached up to grasp Troye's shoulder. Connor pushed gently and watched as Troye slowly turned around to face him. They stood like that for a long time. Neither of them moved or even said a word. *This is my first fanfiction, so I really hope you like it :)*
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