Friends With Benefits: A Troyler Story

Chapter Six: The Next Level

A/N: You. Guys. Seriously. You are the world's sweetest people. Thank you so much for participating in my little experiment, I'm so excited that you all should be able to read this chapter! I will now just let Wattpad rate chapters however it wants to rate them! To make up for the long wait and all the complications, this chapter is a bit longer than usual and full of Troyler yumminess. You might want to refresh yourself as to where we last left Troye in Chapter 5 or the beginning of this is going to seem a little abrupt! ALSO: THIS IS YOUR FIRST OF MANY SMUT WARNINGS. I'm really nervous about uploading this chapter but I hope you all enjoy it! <3 <3 <3

- Troye’s POV -

Tyler gently lay me down so I was lying beneath him on the couch, quickly moving back to kiss me once I was fully reclined. My body was humming with anticipation.

“Mmm. Wait, Tilly,” I managed to get out between kisses and he immediately pulled back, concerned, thinking I might be having second thoughts. I smiled at him shyly and reached for the bottom of his shirt. His face relaxed as he realized my intention and he smiled back teasingly before sitting back so that he was straddling me, lifting his shirt over his head. 

He smiled down at me as I stared at his chest. He was so . . . hot. His arms and shoulders were well defined and his chest was broad, tapering down into a solid, but toned waist. He wasn’t too muscular and he was neither fat nor thin like me . . . he was just perfect. Without even knowing what I was doing, I reached forward and ran my hands up his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers. I looked up at his face and saw that his eyes had darkened perceptibly and he was breathing deeply.  Fascinated by the movement of his chest, I traced my fingers across his pectoral muscles and then brought my hands around to grasp his biceps.

“Troye,” he hissed as my nails dug into his arms slightly.

A rush of heat shot through me. I wanted to do that again. Make him say my name.

I traced my fingers back down his chest  and ran my nails lightly over his stomach. I heard his breath hitch and felt his stare burning into the top of my head as my eyes followed my fingers. I slipped them over his stomach and, summoning all of my courage, trailed my fingers towards his denim covered erection.

To my surprise, Tyler snatched my hand in his, holding it away from our bodies. His breathing was labored and his jaw was clenched, but he shook his head lightly.

I looked up at him, confused and slightly embarrassed and he quickly said, “Today is about you, Troye. I want you to feel what it’s like to have someone besides yourself get you off before you try to do it for someone else.”

I flushed and felt myself grow even harder (if that was possible) at his words. I bit my lip and that seemed to be too much for Tyler because he was immediately hovering over me again, smashing his lips against mine. I kissed back fervently and my hips bucked up searchingly, causing Tyler to smile into our kiss at my eagerness. He kissed my lips a few more times then trailed his lips across my jaw, briefly catching my earlobe in his teeth before making his way down my neck to my chest.

He stopped to sample my collarbone with his tongue before moving down to my nipples. As his small pink tongue flicked over my left nipple, I cried out, warmth washing over my body, followed by shivers as the cool air hit me. Tyler hovered over me, swirling his tongue around my nipple, before taking it gently in his mouth. I arched up against him moaning and threading my fingers through his hair instinctively.

Tyler moved to the other nipple, performing the same treatment, before kissing and licking his way down my chest, turning me into a moaning, writhing mess before he’d even reached my waist. When his tongue traced across my stomach, I stuttered out his name, resulting in a hard nip from Tyler, followed by a soothing tongue. I could already tell how much he liked it when I said his name. Tyler moved over to my hipbones, sucking lightly on each one and I whimpered. He was so close to where I now desperately wanted him to be, I could feel his breath against my clothed erection. My jeans were incredibly painful at this point and I just wanted him to get me out of them.