Tronnor Trouble

Wake Up Coffee

Quiet. Calm. Silence. It was the first day in LA.
Jacob slowly ran his fingers through Troyes curls. Troye jumped.
"Good morning." Jacob said, smiling. Troye smiled back. "What time is it?" Troye asked. Shirtless Jacob hopped out of bed to grab his phone to check the time. "Almost 10:00."
Troye sighed and sat upright. His naked feet touched the cold floor. Leading him to stretch. He arched his back and let out a quiet groan.
"Wanna go get some coffee? From the café?" Jacob asked. They were in a hotel and had been very tired from the night before. "Sure. Why not?" Troye sighed and put on his Gucci outfit.
Well, the shorts and shoes but couldn't find the shirt. So he saw his black and white striped shirt, and decided to wear that.
By the time Troye finished getting ready, Jacob was waiting for him by the door.
Troye and Jacob went out the door and into the elevator down to the first floor.
"Troye, you okay?" Jacob wondered
"Yeah. Why?"
"You seem-" He hesitated.
"What? Tired?" Troye snapped.
Jacob took a step closer to Troye and put his hands around Troyes head. With his thumbs in front of his ears and fingers on his neck. He tugged Troyes head a bit. Jacob leaned in and pressed his soft lips against Troyes lips.
Troye wrapped his arms around Jacobs neck and had a quick make out session.
When they hit first floor, Jacob took Troyes hand and they walked out together. Troye was in a great mood, until Jacobs annoying remark:
"You know, Troye, you could really use some chapstick."
Troye chuckled. "Oh, haha, sorry." They made their way to the café where there were tables and only a few people. There was a table with coffee and all the creams you could use.
Jacob took a foam cup and poured the hot, steaming, dark, coffee into the cup. He used one vanilla cream. Troye did the same but put two creamers in.
As Jacob started toward the table, Troye said, "Hey, I'm gonna check out the balcony really quick." "Okay." Jacob responded.
Troye walked over to the clear sliding doors and noticed another boy about 5'9 out there. He slid the doors open. The boy had been drinking coffee also, and turned around when he heard the doors opening. The boy saw Troye and immediately stared. Troye stared back.
"Connor?" Troye asked the boy, smiling.
"Troye?!" Connor (the boy) yelled.