Troyler One-Shots

Heaven *Part 2* (smut)

*Smut warning later on in chapter*

*Troye's POV*

The drive was silent, but a comfortable silence. Neither of us wanted to talk, we both had too much on our minds. I'd just stopped at a red light and could already feel my eyelids drooping. I forced them open again, turning to Tyler. He'd distract me from sleep. His hat had fallen off his face so it was exposed to the world. He was already passed out with his face pressed up against the window, but that's not what caught my eye. Both of his cheeks were plastered with tear stains that made my heart ache. Poor thing. The light changed to green and I reluctantly went back to focusing on driving, though my thoughts still consisted of the man next to me. 

When I pulled into our parking lot Tyler was still asleep. He was even snoring now, but nothing serious. His mouth hung open and I couldn't help but giggle and take a picture. He hated it when I took pictures of him sleeping, always complaining about how ugly he looked in his sleep. I didn't agree though. Even with his mouth hanging open like some sort of sloth he was adorable. He just looked so peaceful. I knew I had to wake him up though, so I slipped my phone back into my pocket and reached over, shaking him slightly.

"Tilly." I cooed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. This didn't work though, only causing him to mumble in his sleep. I rolled my eyes, changing my tactic and pinching his arm. 

"Fuck off." He grumbled, still half asleep. I made an annoyed whining noise and shook him again.

"Tyler, we're here. I'm tired so get your butt up." Tyler's eyes daintily fluttered awake then, immediately glaring at me. He was horrible about being woke up, the only person that even began to compare to me. I watched him groggily grab the door handle and eagerly got out of my own, running around to his side. He looked up at me sceptically.

"You don't think I can walk on my own?"

"No, I'm sure you can, I just thought it'd be easier on you not to."  I say, flashing a chery smile despite how overtired I feel. He just shakes his head at me, mumbling to himself as he got out of the car. I didn't fall over or anything, but I noticed the way he was clutching the car. He reluctantly lets go and starts toward the hotel door, immediately stumbling. I snaked my arm around his waist before he even gets the chance to regain his footing. I look down at him knowingly and he just rolls his eyes, looking off in thee opposite direction. 

"I just didn't want to be a nuisance..." He mumbled, walking along beside me. I furrow my brow slightly and look back down at him. Since when does Tyler Oakley care if he's a nuisance or not? 

The further we got the more slack he got about supporting his own wait. We'd finally reached the elevator now and I had never been more relieved. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and catching my breath. I was surprised when I felt a weight on my shoulder. Tyler was basically falling asleep standing up! I shook him lightly, reminding him we had to get off the elevator in a minute, but he wasn't hearing it. He kept slapping my hands away and hugging my torso closer to him, begging me to let him sleep. He was clutching fistfuls of my shirt now, desperate not to wake back up. I heard the elevator bell ding and sighed. I was running out of time, and options. I ended up just bending over and hitching his legs, then picking him up and cradling him to my chest. He seemed to like this plan, happily nuzzling his face into my chest. I hurried out of the elevator before the doors closed and headed down the hallway. Tyler was making cute little murmuring noises in his almost sleep and I couldn't help but have a huge smile spread across my face. I was glad whatever had been troubling earlier wasn't such a big deal now, but I had a feeling it would be when he wasn't so exhausted.

Soon I located our door and was struggling to open it and balance Tyler on my hip at the same time. He didn't seem phased though, not even opening his eyes. I finally kicked the door open and carried him inside, closing it behind me with my foot. I started to set him down but that got his eyes to fly open. He immediately started protesting, demanding I brought him all the way to his bed. I wasn't going to give in, not until he called me Timtam. It wasn't an everyday nickname like Tilly was, he rarely used it, but when he did it never failed to spread tingly feelings all through my body. I sighed aloud, acting like he was being a general nuisance to me, and continued carrying him. We were almost there anyway.