Fragile - tracob

1.4

"You know what I'm talking about Mellet," his hot breath tickles Troye's ear making him squirm. "I don't wanna punish such a good boy." He smirks capturing his lips between his teeth. Troye left out a soft groan bucking his hips.

Jacob's lips find their way to Troye's neck his hands still pinned above him by Jacob's larger one's.

"All right Christan Gray," Troye breathlessly says biting his lip to resist the urge to leave out a moan.

"Baby, I'm Jacob Bixenman," Jacob pulls away admiring his work that he did on Troye's neck, smirking smugly he knew the boy would wake up with a trail of love bites.

Baby. Troye's mind was going crazy, but he liked it. He liked the feeling of Jacob's chapped lips and the smell of minty breathe. He liked the scent of Jacob that faintly was lingering around them–it smelled of some cheap men's cologne and a hint of alcohol from the party.

Jacob's lips were back on Troye's his hands letting go of his. This kiss was sloppy and filled with urgency because the two believed it might be their last and neither secretly wanted that, especially Troye. And that scared him.

Lips moved against each other's, bodies pressed against the other trying to savor this moment as best as they could.

"Yeah I can't do this," Jacob pulls away from Troye. Troye felt a lump grow in his throat, shaking it away. "This isn't right. Tomorrow we'll go hating each like nothing happened, I-I don't wanna do that." Jaocb admits looking down at Troye's ripped skinny jeans, he couldn't look at Troye.

"Jacob, I don't wanna do that either. I-I just don't want to get hurt by you." Troye says. I'm already hurting.

Jacob grabs his smaller hand, interlocking his fingers with his. Troye looks down at their hands a small smile coming to his lips.

Jacob's thumb softly rubs Troye's kunckle, Trying to soothe his worries.

"Why do you think I'd hurt you?" He questions interlocking his other hand with Troye's other one. He hold them near his hips, each thumb massaging his knuckles.

Troye's ocean orbs stare intently into Jacob's hazel ones, "everyone gets hurt, Jacob. You can try all you want to save them, but something going to be their hurting them," he mumbles his eyes looking anywhere but Jacob's.

Jacob pulls Troye off the counter with ease, standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. "I'm not going to hurt you Troye, I know I can't promise it but I know I won't intentionally hurt you." He says pulling his arms around Troye.

"I won't hurt you, baby,"

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A locker down the hall slammed shut starting him, making him drop his books out of hands. A pair of familiar hands touch his arm wrapping their long slender fingers around his arm, assuring him that they'll get his book.

"I got them, babe," Jacob says his hand lingering on his arm for a moment. Jacob bends down, picking up the books that have fallen out his hands. "Here ya go, Tro." He smiles sitting the books in his hands, Jacob's hand softly caresses his hand, making him nearly drop his books again.

"Jacob," Troye groans playfully narrowing his eyes at him, "I am fully capable of bending over and grabbing my books from the floor myself," he smirks smugly. "But thanks for letting me see your ass." He whispers in Jacob's ear who playfully hit his shoulder.

"Just because of that next time they fall I'll let you do it," he grins widely his teeth showing. A laugh bubbles from Troye's lips rolling his eyes at their conversation.

Before either of the two could speak the bell for first period rings signaling they had to part ways. Troye frowns, looking up at Jacob.

"Go to class dummy," Jacob smirks not moving from in front of him.

Troye grunts, "A building is blocking my way," he jokes, chuckling softly as Jacob advances closer to him. "Definitely a big building."

"I'm not a structure, Mellet," he says his hot breath tickling Troye's nose. "But my dick is huge too."

The hallways were clear, giving the privacy. "We'll see about that," he smirks up at Jacob. Jacob pecks his lips moving away so he could lead their way down the hallway. "Now get to class," Troye says slapping Jacob's ass lightly, he yelped glaring at Troye.

Jacob blows a kiss towards Troye walking the opposite direction down the hallway.

When Troye walked into the class room he was lucky the teacher wasn't their, but his best friend was sitting at her desk waiting patiently an annoyed look on her lips.

"So what's up with you and Jacob this morning?" She questions right away when he sits down, not even giving him a second to say hi. "You two seem, well friendly." She says smirking at him.

Troye didn't say anything to Zoe, promising to tell her after school, which she reluctantly agreed on.

Troye practically pranced out of first period, a happy feeling in his stomach for second. He convinced himself it was just the class, but he knew it was a certain someone he shared the class with that was making him happy.

"Hey," Troye says taking the seat beside Jacob. "How was first period?" He questions staring into his hazel eyes.

With a soft smile Jacob shrugs, "boring. Tana was a bitch, but it's all good." He says his attention on Troye, "How was yours?"

"Same, Zoe thinks we're dating though," he laughs lightly. "I didn't tell her anything." He assures Jacob, remembering their agreement. "But she wants to know." He says softly.

"I didn't know you two were friends!" Tyler interrupts Jacob's words, taking his seat beside Jacob.

Jacob mouths a 'later' to Troye, who firmly smiles, nodding his head.

"Yup were friends."

Friends, that word stung in so many ways. It brought a horrible taste to Troye's mouth making him fake smile as he says those words. They definitely weren't just friends.

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This chapter I'm yelling in so many different languages. Also it's so unedited because I'm sleepy from this cough medicine, yikes.

Anygays troye saying jacob is my aesthetic.

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