Fragile - tracob

1.5

All of his thoughts fly out the window his only focus being the boy in front of him.

Jacob leaves open mouth kisses from the side of his mouth and to his jaw, Troye was lost in his own world just like Jacob was it only being the two at the moment he cared about.

Troye arches his back, his head thrown back as Jacob starts to suck at his collarbone, his tongue lapping over the new love bites he was marking him with.

The length of Jacob's body pushed him into the wall, letting the friction between their crotches meet. Troye lowly whimpers trying to hide the pleasure he was feeling.

Jacob grabs his dainty wrists, pinning them above his head, Troye squirms a smirk playing on his lips. He liked having no control as Jacob sucked at his neck or left kisses up his jaw.

"Baby, that feels so good," Troye hums in pleasure. The rapid breathing flaring from both of their nostrils and the growing sexual frustration between the two was the only thing filling the silence between them. No words needed to spoken, just actions needed to be done.

Jacob kisses Troye's ear shell, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. He could feel the hot blush rising to his face which he smirked in accomplishment. Jacob's teeth nipped at his ear, making Troye's hands wiggle in his. Troye wanted nothing more but to tug on Jacob's hair, but of course that was merely impossible when Jacob was ten times the size of him.

Just as the moment was getting more intense the stupid bell rings, bringing the boys apart.

"Just when this was getting heated," Jacob whines pecking Troye's mouth as he lets go of his wrists. "Off to class then, babe." He says smirking at him and stepping towards the door.

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Jacob's eyes never left Troye's, unable to tear them away from him. Jacob was falling and by now he was pretty sure he didn't care anymore. He liked falling Troye, but he was afraid Troye wouldn't catch him nor catch himself on impact.

A week went by in a blur of kisses and sneaking out late at night to see each other. Jacob liked this, he liked the rush of new things that came over him and the feelings that settled into his bones. At first he hated the feeling and wanted nothing more but for it to go away. But as him and Troye hopped over wired fences into the little area Troye liked to call "the beautiful field of flowers", he left the feelings seep in–laughing and smiling with the crazy boy he was surely head over heels for.

The two were laid kissing in the field of flowers, hands roaming each other's bodies. It became an occasion to come here late in the hours of night to watch the night sky above them. Even if it was freezing out the two kept each other warm snuggling into each other to keep their already numb bodies warm.

"Jacob I'm freezing," Troye giggles his teeth chattering together. Jacob pulls his body towards him, attempting to keep the younger boy as warm as possible.

Jacob looks down at Troye, a grin on his lips, "It's your fault, babe. Who was the one who decided this was a good idea?" He questions remembering how Troye insisted they go the flower field tonight. Jacob too caught up in the beauty that was the masterpiece of Troye Mellet, agreed forgetting the cold that was seeping into his black leather jacket.

Troye hits his shoulder lightly, sharing the same smile with him, "Well excuse me, I thought you'd keep me warm," he pouts his lip bitten between his teeth.

"I'm attempting to keep you and myself warm cut me some slack, Mellet," Jacob jokes smirking at Troye.

"You're doing a bad job, Bixenman,"

Jacob offers to take Troye to the café down the road from here, which he happily agrees eager to get warm.

Troye intertwined their fingers, the night's darkness looming around them. Jacob's once numb hand was radiating with heat as Troye's fitted his small hand with his. This felt almost natural, like something they'd done for years.

Jacob glanced at Troye, feeling his heart swell. The boy's ocean eyes lit up, making him look more of a child than a seventeen year old boy. Jacob liked the look in his eyes, he made a deal with himself that he'd do nothing more but to keep that.

Jacob runs in front of Troye before he could open the door to the café, Troye looks at him like he was doing the most ridiculous thing, but he had a fondness in his eyes as well.

"After you," he says gesturing to the open door. Troye lets out a loud chuckle rolling his eyes at Jacob. "Don't roll your eyes at me," he playfully says walking in after Troye had.

Jacob sits in the booth in front of Troye. Jacob was thankful this place was practically empty as he captured Troye's lips in a quick chaste kiss.

"And why must I not do that?" Troye smirks playfully tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I said so," Jacob says the same playful tone as Troye's. He leans back and smirks at him watching him roll his eyes again just to annoy him.

A tired looking waitress comes over to the table, asking the two what they wanted. Jacob settled on a cup of hot chocolate and Troye reluctantly chose between a cup of coffee and tea. Of course he got coffee making the waitress walk away an annoyed look settling on her face.

Jacob traces the lines in Troye's palm making chills run up his hand and make his mind go crazy. Jacob stared into his ocean orbs, and in that moment he realized he was fucked. This boy had his heart in the little time they knew each other. He didn't believe in a lot of things but right now the one thing he believed was that he was fucked.

"Why is such a beautiful boy like you afraid of getting hurt?" Jacob whispers softly. Troye shrugs not ready to open up that chapter of his life to Jacob, it was an unfinished and very messy chapter that he only shared with himself and the people who are in his chapter. Troye didn't open up to many people.

"I just don't wanna fall, because what if you're not there to catch me on impact? It's going to hurt like hell, and I'm already hurting enough. I don't want to get hurt anymore," he says his voice sounding distant and far away.

Jacob stops drawing lines in his palm, squeezing his hand like Troye was his lifeline, "I will be there when you fall, it's just you have to trust me enough so I can catch you. I know you're hurting, and I don't know why, but I'm going to try my best to never hurt you." Jacob's words held such meaning, Troye stares at him with a soft sad smile on his lips.

Falling was something scary, and both boys sharing the same doubts wanted to fall without getting hurt like everyone in their life had done to them. Jacob was determined to protect Troye's heart with his life.

I shouldn't be falling for him, this all too soon. Jacob tried to rid his negative thoughts but they taunted him mocking him.

You can't fall for him. Jacob tried to tell himself this as he dropped Troye off at his house, a lingering kiss on his lips. He knew his heart wasn't going to allow him to stay away from Troye, it's beat already yearning for the boy.

He hated falling.

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I honesty can't believe tracob exist. Like Troye wiping snow of Jacob's face is literally something from a book! It doesn't seem real but of course it happened. If you want to be updated on tracob or you really ship it follow my twitter @moaningfools, I'm really cool I promise.

Next few chapters have a bit of surprises. I can't say what though *wink wonk*

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