Friends With Benefits: A Troyler Story

Chapter Fifteen: The Dark Side

A/N: Wooooooow. So much to say.

Ok, so I've been gone a long time and I truly am sorry for that. If you follow me on Wattpad you should have received a message from me explaining what's been going on and if you don't follow me I think you can still look it up on my profile. What really matters in the whole message is that you have my word that I will never abandon this fic or leave you without an ending, even if I have to take little breaks occasionally, so please don't worry about that. The vast majority of you have been beyond amazing and supportive and it makes me all fuzzy inside to think of you, so I'm glad to be back!

Anyway, enough about that, here are some things I want you to know before reading the chapter.

1) MASSIVE SMUT WARNING. Are we surprised?

2) Tyler and Troye are a bit drunk/tipsy in this chapter, but I have made sure that they are both still clearly capable of giving consent. When someone is extremely drunk, slurring their speech, or drifting in and out of consciousness, they CAN NOT CONSENT TO SEX. Just wanted to make it clear that Troye and Tyler are nowhere near that point and are able to have tipsy, consensual fun!

3) This chapter is hella long. As in 10,319 words long. I hope that makes up for my absence at least a little bit. It also contains dominant!Tyler and some character development for Troye so yay!

Please comment, I missed all your pretty words and general cuteness. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Troye’s POV 

“Tyleeeeeeer! You’ve been in there for several years, if your hair isn’t perfect by now it never will be! The cab is waiting downstairs!” I yelled impatiently as I sat on Tyler’s bed, fully dressed, ready to go, and waiting for Tyler to get out of the bathroom where he had been honing his look for the past - I glanced at my phone screen and my eyes widened - forty five minutes.

My feet were tapping rapidly with the nervous, excited energy I always got before a night out and I just wanted to get the night started. Not that today hadn’t been wonderful already. Tyler and I had slept in late and woken up to give each other long, luxurious blow jobs, the blankets still wrapped around our ankles, before falling back asleep for another half hour. Then it was just food and netflix and blanket nests until we both realized it was time to get ready to go to Sawyer’s event at the club.

I got up and stretched, walking over to peer into the mirror that hung over Tyler’s dresser and ducking down slightly to fuss with my hair. When the bathroom door opened behind me, my eyes flashed up and widened when I saw Tyler’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes flickered over to me and met mine in the mirror. I quickly shut my open mouth and turned to face him, feeling a shiver run down my spine as his eyes raked unabashedly over my body. I looked him over slightly more subtly, appreciating the way his all black ensemble hugged his body, my eyes stopping to linger particularly on the swell of his biceps in his tight t-shirt.

I got my bearings back first and cleared my throat quietly.

“You look great,” I said lamely, an understatement if I’d ever heard one.

“Mmm. You too,” Tyler said back and I felt a rush of heat overwhelm my body at the dim heat in his eyes as they met mine again.

We stood staring at each other for a moment before Tyler slowly crossed the room towards me. I sucked in my breath, but when Tyler reached me, instead of the searing kiss I was expecting, he just rested his hands on my hips gently, stroking lightly over my sides and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek before wrapping his arms around my waist and tucking his chin over my shoulder. I lifted my arms to wrap lightly around his shoulders and rested my head against his, accepting the hug.