binary ; tronnor

"my knight in shining armor"

"please, nash," troye pleaded. "leave us alone, just-"

"what is it then?" nash questioned, turning his attention back on connor. "is it a tranny? an alien?"

"leave us alone!" connor yelled sporadically. he broke free from troye's cautious grasp and lunged towards nash. the crowd surrounding them leaned in to connor, some drunkenly spurring him on and some yelling for him to stop.

before troye even knew what was happening, they were lost in a sea of bodies and unfamiliar faces. they screamed for connor, frantically pushing through people to find him, but it was too late.

connor was sprawled out on his back in the middle of the floor, hands flying up to his face.

troye dropped to their knees next to him- when had they started crying? hot angry tears fell down their face and onto connor's weak form, writhing around on the carpet. people swarmed around them, leaning in and crowding them, but troye pushed them away. their connor was hurt and it was just their business.

"connor? please- please talk to me," troye cried, pulling his hands away from his face only to see them covered in red.

blood coated connor's hands and lips, all over his face and soiling his shirt.

"oh my god, oh my god," troye muttered fervently, backing away from the sight of blood.

connor groaned and tried to sit up, opening up his eyes to the scene unfolding in front of him. nash was being wrestled away by tyler and some other, probably sober people.

"oh, baby," troye sobbed, leaning into connor. they wiped away some of the blood with their sweater sleeve, cradling his face carefully in their shaky hands.

"come on," troye said hurriedly. they stood and grabbed connor's still blood-covered hand, dragging him to his feet along beside them. "we're going home."

as they hurried to the front door, they kept their heads down and ignored anyone who asked what had happened.

-

"this might sting just a little," troye warned.

connor sat in front of them on the bathroom counter, blood mostly clearned from his skin. he had taken off his shirt, as it was stained with blood and splashed with alcohol, so he sat under the bright lights with only jeans on.

he couldn't stop apologizing on the drive home, but each time troye reassured him it wasn't his fault.

"if i hadn't been so stupid- i- maybe he wouldn't have punched me, troye, i-"

"no," troye shook their head. "you weren't stupid, you did the right thing."

"it could've been you, troye," he muttered, lip bitten between his teeth. "i couldn't imagine it... i couldn't forgive myself of you got hurt."

connor just nodded at troye's words- 'this might sting a little' -and sat unflinching as they patted disinfectant on his nose and split lip. his nose wasn't broken, they decided, just bloody.

the disinfectant started to kick in as troye rubbed at his lip. connor jerked away from the cloth and gasped at the pain.

"i'm sorry," troye frowned, placing a comforting hand on his thigh. "i know it hurts, but i gotta do it, okay?"

connor reluctantly hummed in agreement, letting troye work at his lip again.

"talk to me so it doesn't hurt?" connor asked, closing his eyes tightly as the washcloth touched his skin again.

"of course," troye obliged gently, moving their hand from connor's thigh to the bare skin of his waist. their thumb rubbed back and forth comfortingly, back and forth, back and forth.

"you were so brave back there, my knight in shining armor... i'm so proud of you, standing up for me like that..."

troye slowly moved their hand up connor's waist, rubbing away the little goosebumps that formed there.

"you're so brave," they repeated, leaning in a little closer to his face. by this time, the blood was all cleared up and the disinfectant was put in place. troye just wanted an excuse to stay close to connor.

with noses barely touching and lips just millimeters apart, connor could feel his heart pumping out of his chest. heat radiated from troye's body and from their hand now resting on connor's chest, but he wanted to feel that heat in other places. his lips, his fingers tangled up in their hair, their bodies pressing together, anything.

they breathed the same air. they thought the same thoughts. troye set the washcloth down on the counter beside connor.

"can i...? can i please?"

connor didn't waste any time replying, but took the initiative and pressed their lips together.

it was euphoria- all he could hear was his own heart pounding in his ears, all he could taste was troye's cherry chapstick. their lips met top-to-top and bottom-to-bottom, troye's full and connor's thin. they moved against each other slowly and softly, tasting and savoring the moment for as long as they could. both of troye's hands rested on connor's chest, but traveled up to his bare shoulders and graced over his collarbones. connor held troye close by the waist so that they were pressed again the counter in between his legs.

troye kissed gently, cradling connor's face in their hands like they were afraid of breaking him. the whole moment seeped with tenderness until connor bit down on troye's bottom lip very softly, making them gasp softly. they hummed into the kiss and leaned farther forward into connor's touch.

noses bumped as the pace picked up, cheeks flushed, ears burnt red. troye's kisses left connor's lips and found their way to his cheek. they mouthed over his jaw and finally stopped at his neck, still being gentle. troye moved with innocence and chastity and didn't dare bite down on connor's soft skin (even though they wanted to).

hearts beat fast, pounding with lust and racing with exhilaration as they finally pull apart. they stay close with foreheads pressed together, hands still taking purchase around waists and over chests.

"that was good," troye breathed against connor's parted lips. they lean in and connect their lips once more, vefy briefly, as if they forgot what it felt like.

"your lips taste good," connor chuckled quietly. they stay close for a long while as they catch their breath, neither wanting to break the silence and the sheer perfection of the moment.

this is the person i want to marry, connor thinks. he knows. he wants to spend the rest of his life with this beauty.

i love them.

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*disappears in a puff of smoke*