Tronnor Oneshots

Hella Obsessed with Your Face

Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, praise kink, public handjob, dirty talk, come swallowing, daddy kink if you squint really hard

This fic was partly inspired by this (starting at 3:26):

Thanks for always giving us ideas, Troye.

Troye is sitting in Connor's stupid living room waiting for his stupid boyfriend to find his stupid wallet because he still hasn't learned to keep track of it yet. He's not used to waiting for Connor, seeing as he is the one who's always so weird about doing things on time. "Connor I'll just pay for us, let's get going. I'm bored," Troye whined as Connor appeared around the corner with a triumphant smile and wallet in hand.

"You're not fucking paying for both of us, you nugget."

Troye smiled cheekily back at his stupid boyfriend's stupidly beautiful smile. "Good, because I was bluffing. Baby boy never pays for his sugar daddy."

"Damn right, baby boy." Connor gave Troye a look that might have passed for amusement if Troye hadn't seen the glint in his eyes. Troye bit his lip.

Connor offered his hand to Troye who was still sitting and Troye took it with a blush. After more than a year together he was still sometimes bashful about how sweet Connor was to him. To everyone, really. Connor was kind of the nicest damn guy Troye had ever known and it made him feel so lucky that Connor was a part of his life.

As they walked out to the car, Connor didn't let go of his hand, but rather squeezed it tight, looking over at Troye and smiling that big, radiant grin that made Troye feel so completely loved and in love. He returned the smile and squeezed back, and for a moment he wasn't worried about any fans happening by and seeing them. All they'd see anyway is two people with matching goofy grins on their face that were completely and utterly head over heels for each other.

The drive to the movie theater was pleasantly filled with a comfortable silence between the two, nothing but the sound of the radio playing LANY through the car. They were still holding hands over the center console and Troye maybe might have totally fangirled on the inside over his own fucking boyfriend when, during ILYSB, Connor brushed his thumb over this skin of Troye's hand in soothing circles. I am the luckiest boy in the whole fucking world, Troye thought as he sunk into his seat, and he could not stop grinning.

Reluctantly, they let go of each other's hands before getting out of the car at the theater; they weren't quite ready for the onslaught of attention that would bring yet.

Connor couldn't really help himself so he walked close enough to Troye to be brushing against him as they headed inside. The action was not lost on Troye and he had to physically restrain himself from just grabbing Connor and kissing all his feelings right into his mouth. Troye had fallen so hard for Connor the day they met and he still felt like he was falling. It seemed every time he tried to stand back up Connor would do something to make him fall even harder than before. He wouldn't trade all the metaphorical cuts and bruises for the world.

As they walked up to the line Connor handed Troye the money from his wallet for both of their tickets. Troye open his mouth to protest but Connor interrupted him.

"I'm paying for the damn tickets and don't even try to argue. I gotta run to the bathroom though. Be back in a minute." With that Connor walked off to the restrooms and Troye was left alone in line to pout. He was pretty proud of himself when it took a whole 6 seconds for the smile to overcome his pout this time.