Hi! I'm the one who asked for the prompt involving Eric's family - it was wonderful, thank you! As you're still taking prompts, would you consider something kinky involving Troy/Harris? I can't escape the idea that sometimes Troy might like to be tied to the bed and adored, or else Harris has found the one way to make Troy believe he's loved is by tying him down and fucking him til he believes it.
yay, you're welcome!! <3 love troy/harris too and I agree!!! This gets kinda weird halfway through lmao but pls bear with me.
my prompts are still open, all GCU ships welcome!
Troy had been in a weird mood all day.
Sometimes he got like that, way too deep into his own head, beating himself up about the things he'd said and done in the past. He had made so much progress with the help of therapy, but still, some days were just... bad. And when these days overwhelmed him, it was like a dark cloud of rain was following him around. Harris could see it in his face.
In the past, before Troy had learned to communicate better, these were the days they'd fight. Troy would say something like, I don't even know why you're with me, I don't deserve you, or You should leave me, I'm not good for you, and then, Harris would get angry, and they'd argue.
Luckily, they were past this phase. But Harris knew that, even if Troy wasn't saying these things out loud anymore, they were still there, in his brain.
That night, Harris moved in to act on a plan he'd made all day.
"What are you doing?" Troy asked, voice flat, when Harris grabbed his wrists, holding them to the headboard of their bed.
"Getting you out of your head."
"But I want to." Harris leaned down and pressed a kiss to Troy's lips. "Yes or no?"
Troy looked up at him, his eyes stormy. "...yes," he eventually said. "But you seriously don't-"
Harris shut him up with another kiss.
Troy let him tie his wrists, fastening them to the bed. Once he was stretched out on the sheets, Harris took a good look at him, running slow, appreciative hands down his toned obliques. "So fucking hot."
Troy blushed, made an unhappy face, and inhaled to speak, but Harris shook his head. "If you're going to be mean about yourself, I'll put a gag in your mouth to shut you up."
Troy's eyes widened, and his blush deepened, but he said nothing.
"Can you be nice about yourself?" Harris asked, gently stroking Troy's cheek.
Troy said nothing, but shook his head.
"Thank you for being honest." Harris climbed off the bed to grab the hollow ball gag from their toy box. Troy opened his mouth so easily, letting him insert it.
"You're being so good," Harris praised. "You're always so good."
Troy's brows knit together, and he let out a noise of disagreement.
"Yes, you are." Harris moved between Troy's legs, and pulled down his pajama pants. Troy wasn't fully hard yet, but clearly getting there.
Harris reached across the bed, unhurriedly grabbing the bottle of lube, squeezing some on his palm.
"You did so many nice things for me this week," he started, and slowly wrapped his hand around Troy's hardening cock, giving it a stroke. "Kissed me good morning every day... sent me flowers to the office when I had a hard day and you were in Vancouver... called me because you missed my voice..." He accompanied everything he said with slow strokes, his hand sliding wetly over Troy's cock. "Bad boyfriends don't do that."
Troy groaned, tossing his head to the side; Harris could see in his eyes that he wanted to argue. The gag had been a good choice.
"And not just that... you played amazing hockey, too," Harris purred, using his other hand to rub the slick head of Troy's cock, which elicited a chocked moan. "One goal, two assissts... you made a difference for the team." Troy groaned, embarrassed, eyes falling shut as his toes curled.
"They appreciate you, like I appreciate you..." Harris shifted, bringing his lube-wet hand between his own legs, opening himself up as he kept stroking Troy. "...they're your friends... people love you... because you're funny, and kind..."
Troy whined behind the gag, his muscular thighs twitching hard.
"...this week, Shane invited you to Ilya's surprise birthday party," Harris continued; it barely felt silly since he knew it meant so much to Troy. "And you know why? Because you're Ilya's best friend."
Finally, Troy blinked his eyes open, and the look in them was equal parts amused, horny and confused. Harris gave him a smile. "The coolest guy in the league is your best friend. And you know why? Because you're pretty cool yourself."
Troy's tense expression softened slowly into a smile, then into a blissful sigh when Harris finally climbed on top of him.
"You're incredible." Harris leaned forward and kissed the corner of Troy's mouth, slowly guiding Troy's cock against his hole. "And I love you so much."
He sank down on Troy's cock, taking his time, inch by inch.
Troy groaned, eyes rolling back, his wrists straining against the restraints.
"And you're going to make me feel so good now," Harris told him, slightly out of breath now himself, "Yeah?"
When Troy nodded now, eager and quick, it was like the last of the storm clouds around him had dissipated.
