Let's Stop Running From Us

you don't have to say i love you

By the time Troye had gotten back to Connor's apartment, the sun had already began to set and yet as he unlocked the door he found his boyfriend right where he was this morning, reviewing contracts at the kitchen table. Troye frowned as he had hoped that once Connor returned from his business meeting at the coffee shop, his work for the day would be over. But, nope. Troye realized he was going to have to take this into his own hands.

Troye immediately stalked over to the older boy and stood so close that their legs were almost touching.
"Hey babe," Connor said without even looking up. Connor turned the page of the paperwork in front of him and continued to read.
Troye annoyingly glanced at the table and slapped his hand down on the paperwork and intently stared at his boyfriend who was forced to look up at the boy who was now blocking him from his work.
"Hey!" Connor whined.
"Oh shut up, Con." Troye demanded as he moved a little closer.
"I want you. No, I need you."
"Now."
Connor hesitated and studied Troye's face. Troye looked back and rolled his bright blue eyes as he straddled his boyfriend's lap and grinded down into him.
"I need you to fuck me." Troye moaned out.
Connor's eyes looked at his work on the table, then to Troye and finally back to his work. Troye's jaw dropped in shock and in protest. His eyes fell to the floor until he heard his boyfriend ask, "well, what are you waiting for?" And before he knew it, Connor had both hands cupped around his face and was crashing their lips together.
Troye refused to waste a single moment and immediately opened his mouth allowing Connor's tongue to dominate his own and claim every bit of his mouth as his own. While Troye was the one to initiate the moment, he just felt the need to be dominated by Connor and luckily Connor was fast to pick up on this and he moved his arms around the smaller boys' waist, and pushed up to his feet. Troye wrapped his legs around Connor, neither one breaking the kiss, as Connor carried his boy to his bedroom.
Once inside, Connor quickly deposited Troye onto the bed and moved to the night stand to pull out a condom and lube, so they wouldn't have to be stopped later. As his gaze reached Troye who was still on the bed, he let out a sharp laugh. Troye had already removed his shirt and pants and was left in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs that were tenting in the middle.
Connor moved over to Troye, placed the supplies he retrieved next to his needy boy and climbed on top of him and reconnected their lips.
Troye's hand slid over to the bottle of lube lying next to him, he lifted it and squirted some into his hand without breaking his kiss with Connor.
As Connor heard the cap of the lube snap shut, Connor slightly pushed back and looked at Troye, questioning what he was doing. But, Troye was in autopilot. He arched his hips up dragged his boxers from his backside and coated three fingers with the lube. He wiped the remainder of the lube off his palm and onto the bedsheets and while disregarding the fact that his boyfriend lay hovering over top of him, Troye reached his hand down and pushed one of his fingers passed his own rim.
Connor looked down and gawked. He rolled off of his boyfriend and trained his eyes on the finger that his boyfriend was pressing in and out of himself, past the knuckle over and over again.
Before Connor could say anything, he watched Troye push a second finger in which was followed by an extremely needy moan. Connor immediately grasped his own bulge through layers of fabric and soon realized he had far too many clothes on. Standing from the bed, Connor removed his shirt and pants. He turned his gaze to Troye and finished removing the boxers that hung off the smaller boys' body.
He stared hungrily at the boy laying below him and while Troye was concentrating on the pace of his fingers moving in and out of himself, he looked up to his boyfriend with hooded eyelids and stuttered out, "bbbb-boxers offf. 'M al-most AH! r-ready." Troye then pressed a third finger inside his own hole and picked his pace up as he watched Connor's extremely hard member spring from the boxers that Connor removed from himself in one fast motion.
Connor couldn't help but to palm himself and moan at the sight of his boy getting wrecked by his own hand below him. Troye bit down hard on his lip and bucked his hips up to more eagerly meet his own hand, which signaled to Connor that Troye was ready.
Connor reached for the condom, tore it open with his teeth and rolled it up his member. He uncapped the bottle of lube and slicked himself up and noticed Troye's eyes trained on his own.
"Ready, baby?"'Connor breathed out.
Troye couldn't do anything but nod. Troye removed his fingers from his hole and winced at the brief emptiness it made him feel. Connor moved on top of his boyfriend and spread Troye's legs out, bent them, and pushed them closer to Troye's chest. Connor leaned in to kiss Troye while lining himself up with Troye's hole and before either one of them could get out a full breath, Connor was pushing into Troye and each boy released a staggered moan. Connor placed one hand on the mattress next to Troye's head and gripped Troye's waist with his other as he pushed his entire length in. Connor studied his boyfriends' face as Troye tightly closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. "You're so tight, babe,"'Connor said waiting for Troye's approval to move. Troye worked his hands down Connor's back and tightly gripped Connor's waist on each side. He let out a shaky breath, opened his eyes to look at Connor and gave him a quick nod. Connor slowly worked his way out of his boyfriend and pushed back in, in short continuous spurts as Troye continued to adjust to the stretch. It wasn't long before Connor felt Troye relax below him, which was made even more apparent as Troye wrapped his legs around Connor's frame, pulling him closer, saying, "fff-faster, Con." Connor didn't miss a beat as he nearly pulled entirely out of Troye before plunging back in and out, in and out harder and faster than before. "Fuck, Con. That's- that's it," Troye moaned in pleasure as he trailed his nails down Connor's back. Whimpers and gasps and moans began to escape uncontrollably from Troye's lips and Connor loved the sounds so much that he yearned to hear even more. In his next thrust into Troye, Connor angled his hips slightly and he knew that he had found exactly what he was looking for when Troye let out a scream that Connor was sure the entire apartment complex heard. "Shhh-baby," Connor laughed. Troye looked at Connor almost in disbelief and wondered how the hell Connor expected him to be quiet when he was going to go ahead and do something like that. Connor thrusted once again, directly pounding in to Troye's prostate and Troye bit his lip so hard the metallic taste of blood danced on his tongue and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes. In the next thrust in, it was Connor who was having a hard time keeping his composure- the combination of the pleasure he felt accompanied by the way his boyfriend was responding below him began to overwhelm him as he felt a growing heat forming in the pit of his stomach. As the moans of both boys began to increase in volume with every thrust, their eyes connected. Troye wrapped his arms around Connor's shoulders, pulling the older boy down towards him. "C-Con, I'm so close," Troye barely whispered out. Troye could tell that Connor was close too as his movements became more erratic. Connor momentarily caught his breath through his pants and said, "cum for me, baby." Troye replied, "kiss me, you idiot." Their lips hungrily connected and within seconds Troye was spilling out between them, his hole clenching tightly around Connor's member making it impossible for Connor to hold out any longer. Connor spilled into the condom and rode out his orgasm in a messy pattern of movements inside Troye.
The boys paused for a few minutes, still connected with Connor inside of Troye, trying to catch their breaths and regain some sort of composure. Connor then slid out of his boyfriend and before getting up, he leaned down and kissed Troye delicately on his lips. "I love you, Troye, so much." Troye giggled to himself and said, "you don't have to say I love you, to say I love," and then he paused. Troye reached up and caressed Connor's cheek, "just don't be such a stranger," Troye added.
In that moment it struck Connor that maybe he had been a bit too focused on his work and not enough on his boyfriend and as the boys pushed themselves out of bed and into the bathroom to get cleaned up, Connor apologized and promised to spend more time with Troye. Troye smiled softly and he appreciated the sentiment, though something in the back of his mind was warning him to not get too comfortable with this idea. After all, Troye's first full length record was days away from being released and a tour would soon follow. They had already discussed that Connor could not tour with Troye, due to his own responsibilities with work and Troye worried that if they could become so distant when they were staying together in the same apartment, how things could possibly work when they were separated by thousands of miles and various time zones. Troye tried to push these thoughts far back into his brain somewhere as the boys settled back into bed. Troye wrapped his arms around Connor's core, rested his head on Connor's chest, placed a gentle kiss where Connor's heart is and closed his eyes. Sleep found both boys quickly, and the morning came even faster.