binary ; tronnor

"i'm so tired of you"

tylesrrs hosue you dickhaed

okay stupidface im gonna come get you

raddish ass

pissbaby

ugky HOE

butthole

i wisb youw ere in my butthole

im gonna fucking block you

since when were you sucha sexual little shit

cum pickk me up dasdy

-

connor sighed to himself and turned off his phone after reading the last text. he loved being with troye, he really did, but that kid was a handful sometimes. he loved every minute of it though, and wouldn't trade it for the world.

connor stumbled out to his car, still yawning and rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. he could always count on troye to wake him up at some ungodly hour in the morning.

he pulled up in front of tyler's house and tentatively knocked on the door. when neither troye nor tyler came to the door, he knocked again with more force. he waited and waited, expecting a bleary-eyed person to open the door at any moment- but they never came.

he took matters into his own hands and tryed the knob himself, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was unlocked. he made his way into the house, looking around for signs of troye. there wasn't any music playing or beer bottles lying out on the floor. in fact, there wasn't another person in the house.

good thing it wasn't another one of tyler's outrageous parties, connor thought. imagine what could've happened if troye went alone.

"troye?" connor called, standing in the middle of the living room.

a dazed giggle arose from a back room of the house, followed by a deep, rough voice.

"you hear that, ty?" troye slurred. "it's my boyfriend!"

troye came out from around the corner with a dopey smile on their face, arms out wide. "babyyyyyy!"

they ran into connor's arms and tried to smother his face with sloppy kisses, effectively getting siliva everywhere. they reeked of alcohol- it was on their breath, dribbling down their chin, and laced into the kisses that had gotten a little too close to connor's lips.

tyler stumbled out from behind the same corner, a wine glass filled to the brim held dangerously tight in his hand. it spilled out and on to the carpet as he sauntered over to where they were standing.

"hey," tyler giggled jovially, sipping from the wine glass. "have a drink con!"

"no thanks." connor shook his head slightly and backed up towards the door. troye still clung to his arm and showed no signs of letting go. "i'm just here to take troye home, i'll-"

"no way!" tyler protested stubbornly, taking hold of connor's free arm. "have a shot, come oooooon...."

"really, ty," connor frowned. "i need to get this one home safe, i have-"

"nonsense!" tyler exclaimed dramatically, spilling more of his wine on the carpet. boy, was he going to be pissed about that when he woke up the next morning. "you gotta learn to loosen up a bit, conna fratatatata..."

he trailed off, giggling to himself crazily. troye flung their arms around connor's neck and hiked one leg around his waist, nodding and saying, "loosen up! just relax, con, come on..."

"listen," connor said through clenched teeth. "we are not doing anything tonight." he took troye by the shoulders and held them at arms distance, looking directly into their eyes. "you got it?"