Oneshots

Bad, Bad, Bad.

... we're in trouble now ...

In which Tyler finds some suspicious activity on Troye's tumblr dash. Smut warning.

troyesivan reblogged a text post: "Imagine this..."

Tyler immediately clicked on the notification. It was a Sunday afternoon, he had just finished going through his mile-deep email inbox, and he needed to unwind. Troye was notorious for his witty and sarcastic blog, so Tyler obviously had his post notifications on. As tumblr loaded, he hummed to himself, ready to be cheered up at any moment. He could practically feel the smile already.

The text post loaded. Immediately, Tyler's heart dropped to his stomach. This was not witty. This was not sarcastic.

This was a fanfiction.

Troye Sivan had reblogged a fanfiction about himself.

It could be an accident, Tyler reasoned. The reblog and like buttons were pretty close to one another. It also could have been on purpose; maybe it was written well. Tyler decided that reading the fic was the only way to find out.

Right away he noticed something was off.

OTP: Troyler
Word Count: 2K
Genre: Smut
Prompt / Summary: Troye is a dirty, dirty boy. He masturbates to pictures of his best friend without him knowing. But Troye is in for a surprise when Tyler catches him in the act. Dom!Tyler, Daddy kink.

What the fuck?

He masturbates to pictures of his best friend?

What was this?

The post had to be an accident. Tyler should have closed the app and texted Troye to gently let him know of his mistake. He definitely should not keep reading. His finger should move away from the screen. His finger should not be scrolling downwards. But there it went, and so Tyler's eyes followed to the beginning of the story.

It had been a pretty normal day for Troye: wake up, eat Nutella, lust after your best friend, watch Netflix. The usual.

Well, everything was normal until Tyler posted a gym selfie on Twitter.

Troye opened the photo and downloaded it immediately. His breath caught in his throat, and he could feel his eyes glazing over at just the sight of the attractively sweaty man on his screen.

He thought of running his fingers up and down Tyler's bulging biceps, his lovely collarbones, over his gorgeous pectorals...

Shit, he thought to himself.

You see, Troye has a problem. He's been obsessed with Tyler for a long time, only to go unnoticed by the stunning blonde - that is, romantically. The only way Troye can ever seem to find relief from the stress of unrequited love was by getting off. Unfortunately, when you're in love, you tend to get off to the idea of who you love. This meant more Tyler.

Tyler froze. If this was headed where he thought it was, he should stop reading immediately. This was unfriendly, unfamiliar territory. This could ruin everything. But he just couldn't stop his right thumb from moving up the screen, moving the text with it so that his eyes could continue rapidly scanning the unfolding story.

Troye could feel himself getting hard just looking at the picture Tyler had posted. He looked so hot there, if only Troye was there too so things could be steamy instead...

His left hand shifted to the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. He imagined Tyler running his hands up and down his sides. His muscular, muscular arms. Troye choked back a small moan. He was so hot. He wanted Tyler to fuck him right then and there. Troye palmed himself through his jeans and tried not to make too much noise. It was all so much.