Oui ⭐ tracob au

quarante cinq - hold me close

It finally felt so good to have the whole house empty, just the two of them throwing around dreamy steps here and there while giggling and making fun of each other. It was a major forte which both of them had.

"It's so much fun to be alone over here after such a long time," Troye said with a proper smug smile as he hugged a white pillar, his arms barely reaching around it.

"It seems independent because you could do whatever you want and people wouldn't even care to know about it," Jacob said as he headed towards the pillar, seeing how Troye was clearly struggling to get his hold around the pillar.

Jacob laughed, leaning his forehead against the opposite side of the pillar, his hands cradling over Troye's.

Troye stood on his tip toes and gave an awkward glance with his curiosity filled eyes towards Jacob.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jacob asked, feeling shy.

"Nothing. I just think you're art," Troye said, almost blushing , his eyes casted down.

Jacob giggled, taking the support of the pillar to move around and get closer to Troye.

"Come here with me," Jacob whispered in Troye's ear as he tugged the arm of the boy gently, both of them skipping over with giggly smiles and giddy heads.

"Are we going to the swimming pool? I need to wear my flip flops and change out of this oversized sweater then," Troye said while pouting.

"No, not the swimming pool," Jacob said as he turned his head full of messy dark hair back, a few strands resting against his smooth skin which was laced with a bronze shade in the sun.

"But do get rid of your shoes," Jacob said as he stopped before taking off his white sneakers and throwing them somewhere. He waited for Troye to do the same before smiling at the tiny boy.

"Come on," Jacob said as he basically ran to the small green patch surrounded by trees in their backyard. It even had a picnic table, wooden and adorned with flowers. An old music speaker was placed right in the middle, rust loathing over its beautiful vintage form.

Troye felt the sole of his feet being tickled by the tender grass and he giggled softly while looking at Jacob.

"Wait for a minute," Jacob said as he had a capering smile over his lips. He walked over to the music speaker and switched it on.

It began to play 'Everybody' by Backstreet boys. Jacob rolled his eyes and changed the song. Now, it began to play some rock song that Jacob was unaware of.

"Do you like this song?" Jacob asked Troye who was standing just a foot away from him, his face being lit up with the small specks of sunlight that managed to peep through the tall trees that surrounded the patch of grass and shrubs.

"No, change it," Troye said as he played with the frayed strings of the sleeves of the oversized sweater.

"I thought so," Jacob smiled as he changed the song again with a click. This time , a small mellow and calming retro intro of a song began to reverberate into the thin air of the spring.

"What about this?" Jacob asked.

"Hold me close and hold me fast..."

"Keep this! I know this song!" Troye's eyes lit up immediately as he smiled along to the tune of the song.

"I like this song," Jacob said.

"I like this song too," Troye said as he took two steps closer to his boyfriend who was wearing a white tank top, his lanky arms resting aside and Troye didn't know if the human kind could ever be more beautiful.