troy

troy tatterton written & loved by kayla - nineteen - mst - side blog that's following you just not here.

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Dorian felt a rush of warmth go through his whole body as Troy was so receptive to the kiss. He moaned softly when the boy’s fingers went through his long curls. He hadn’t grown his hair out just for looks after all, he wasn’t a museum exhibit, gorgeous though he was. Dorian loved when his hair was played with, and especially pulled. Dorian went a little still for a moment when he felt Troy hesitate after feeling Dorian’s tongue. Oh God but then he moaned and Dorian’s hold on the male got a little tighter because Christ that was hot! He let out a little moan of his own when their tongues touched, slowly moving together in a beautifully slow rhythm. The older male shivered as Troy’s hand ventured down his chest. Again, he didn’t wear open shirts just to be looked at. He pressed himself closer, moaning deeper when Troy caught his nipple. He’d said that was one of his main turn ons. He shifted them on the couch slightly so he was hovering over Troy properly. He moved one hand to Troy’s thigh, squeezing gently and hiking it over his hip. He wasn’t really planning anything, there was no foresight or anything like that. He just wanted Troy closer, just wanted to keep kissing him. He dragged his lips from Troy’s lips over his jaw and down to his neck, pressing soft kisses up to his ear. “Troy… you’re… fuck…” He nuzzled into his neck before moving back to look at him again. Dorian’s breath got caught in his throat as he ran his fingers over Troy’s jaw. “You’re beautiful, I love…” He bit his lip and closed the gap to kiss him deeply again, his tongue seeking Troy’s once more.

God the others hands have Troy’s body arching in ways he wasn’t aware it could. And especially not in response to this. He’s got his neck arched and moaning as Dorian’s kissing down his neck. It’s coming so quickly and normally the rush would send him running. But it’s also coming so quickly he doesn’t have time to second guess it. His head is whirling, and in its place his body is responding easily to every little touch that Dorian gives it. His own hands are moving all over. When Dorian’s lips are on his neck he’s tugging helplessly at his hair and whining out for Dorian. “Dorian,” he pleads without knowing what he’s pleading for. He blushes when Dorian looks down at him. Dorian starts to say the words but he quickly seems to rethink them and decides to kiss Troy instead. And Troy can only wonder for a second about what he might love before his head is spinning again. He’s obtuse, no one other than Tony and Leigh, who are family, has said it before. And the words are rare. So he doesn’t recognize them. He assumes simply that Dorian was going to continue on and compliment his appearance or say he loves the way Troy blushes again. Troy kisses him back hungrily, tongue exploring Dorian’s mouth needing to know every inch. And if his hands are ever taken from him, he thinks, at least where Dorian’s concerned, that explorations could go just as well with his tongue. Troy doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his body in some ways does from the way his leg wraps around Dorian’s waist and one hand still tweaks at Dorian’s nipple playing with the ring. He keeps thinking about the visual of the ring though he can’t see it. But he can imagine the way it looks as Troy tugs at it and rolls it in his fingers. And some less innocent part of his wonders what it might be like to explore that with his tongue, and the thought has his skin burning with embarrassment. 

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SOON ENOUGH REECE felt a little bad. He had to admit he was a little rude, not like his usual self. His green eyes scanned the boy up and down momentarily, noting his soaking wet clothes, and the really cold night. He looked back at the comfort of his house, before returning his gaze back at the boy. With  heavy sigh, he talked again. ❝    Are you from around here ??    ❞ He questioned,  before quickly adding, ❝    —- If you want you can come in and dry yourself.    ❞ He simply said, and he surely was not going to ask again. The other boy seemed a little shy, too much for his own good to be honest. He seemed like one to be pushed around easily, he wondered why.

TROY PEEKS UP at Reece and nods his head slightly. “Ye..yeah I live further up the shore. About a mile that way along the shoreline,” he whispers. Troy swallows, he knows he should. He gets sick so easily and he’s sure to get sick walking around in wet clothes. “Okay...” he nods lightly carefully stepping towards the other walking like a timid animal towards a stranger. When he catches a better glimpse of the other he thinks he looks familiar but he can’t quite place it. Much like this dock, it’s familiar but it’s implacable in his mind.

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Dorian didn’t want to get his hopes up and take the whine as a sign Troy wanted more. He needed to hear the boy say it. But God it felt really good the way Troy was practically clinging to him! Dorian’s bright green eyes were all over Troy’s face, trying to gauge his reaction and what he wanted. His fingers didn’t stop moving until Troy said that word. Again. Then Dorian kind of froze. His eyes closed as Troy spoke again, inhaling deeply. He didn’t say anything, just closed the distance and let their lips connect. This time he didn’t break it. He wrapped an arm around Troy and pulled him closer on the couch, deepening the kiss slightly. His tongue ran along Troy’s bottom lip, seeking entrance, while his heart raced almost uncontrollably as he waited for Troy to pull away, change his mind, and push Dorian away. This kiss felt way more important than just a kiss, and Dorian felt like he couldn’t breathe. But he never wanted it to stop, never wanted this feeling to go away. His hand gripped Troy’s shirt, a stark contrast to the gentle way he was holding the boy’s face, so soft and tender. Like he was made of glass. He wanted Troy to feel how important he was, how much he wanted him, how much he cared for him. That he was the most important thing in Dorian’s world.

Troy kissed Dorian deeply easily falling into the kiss having no idea how much he needed it. And he needed more than he could ever ask for. Troy moves his hands through the others hair and pulls gently with a soft whine into Dorian’s mouth. When he felt the tongue against him bottom lip he paused, and while normally he’d be startled he was already deep into the kiss and he found he had adjusted quickly to the new experience. Troy moaned softly and involuntarily and parted his lips for the other and continued to kiss him almost hungrily. One of his hands moved down the others chest and along his bare skin. His hands moved to run over that nipple piercing again unable to help himself as he became fully absorbed into the kiss.

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Dorian just kept caressing Troy’s face, wanting to make him feel at ease. His eyebrow lifted in surprise when Troy whined. He hadn’t expected that. Did that mean he wanted Dorian to… kiss him? Despite cuddling so close the only way they could get closer would be if they were literally having sex, they hadn’t done anything more than cuddle. Ever since Troy had spooked that first day when Dorian had asked to kiss him, he’d been careful not to do it again. But now he was whining when Dorian pulled away, clinging to his shirt, and nuzzling so close to him. Dorian gently cupped Troy’s face, pulling him away so he could see him properly. Bright green eyes flicked all over Troy’s face before he hesitantly closed the distance, pressing his lips to Troy’s in a feather soft kiss. When he broke it he stayed close, his bottom lip sticking to Troy’s for a moment before he was biting his own and connecting their foreheads. “I’m sorry, I just… I needed… fuck, I’m sorry, you’re just everything to me and I wanted… I dunno, I need to show you.” He bit his lip again and brushing his fingers through Troy’s hair, suddenly terrified the other man would be upset and want to pull away, end whatever they were. “Please say something.”

Troy wanted the kiss, hell he needed it even. Troy hummed softly as the other leaned in and kissed him. Troy’s fingers curled into the collar of Dorian’s shirt which already hung loosely on the other male, as was his style. Troy wanted to whine and keen when Dorian pulled away. Troy’s heart beats hard in his chest and gives a small noise. “I...,” he’s distracted by the fingers in his hair and to overwhelming desire to kiss Dorian again. “Again,” he whispers moving closer to Dorian’s lips. “Need you to kiss me again,” he whispers shyly.

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Dorian shook his head and pressed his lips to Troy’s head. “Shh, really, it’s fine, I promise. We just haven’t leaned each other’s… y’know, buttons.” He kept combing his fingers through Troy’s hair gently, smiling when he hides his face. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.” He shifted so they were both laying on their sides, face to face. “Don’t hide, never hide from me, love.” He ran his fingers over Troy’s cheek. “You’re always safe with me. Even from yourself. I really do love everything about you, even things you don’t like.” He grinned and let his hand rest gently against Troy’s jaw. “Especially when you blush.” He leaned in to kiss Troy’s cheek, landing just a little closer to his lips than he meant to. He bit his lip as he moved back, still incredibly close on the little couch together. “Sorry…”

Troy feels his cheeks and head hurting as he tries to stop blushing and smiling. He feels bashful with Dorian looking down at him like this. He hums as the other kisses his cheek and lands close to the corner of his mouth. Troy lets out a small whine when the other pulls away. Troy moves closer resting against Dorian’s chest nuzzling his face close to Dorian’s. “Dorian,” he whispers fingers curling into the others shirt.

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Dorian sighed softly when Troy burrowed into his neck. He felt an inexplicable relief every time the man did that. He buried his fingers into Troy’s hair, his fingers softly moving over his scalp. He snickered a little when Troy shushed him before making a weird sort of choked moan sound when Troy caught his pierced nipple. Dorian knew Troy kind of loved it, when they would cuddle and Troy would put his hand on Dorian’s chest, his fingers always inched close to it. Dorian never mentioned anything, Troy had been fascinated with his tattoos from day one. But, since they weren’t very physical outside of cuddling, not having even kissed yet, Dorian hadn’t yet told Troy that the piercing was a significant turn on. He cleared his throat and shifted a little in his seat, not moving Troy from his lap. “No, uh, it’s fine.” He smiled and combed his fingers through Troy’s hair. “Shh, really it’s fine, it’s just… my piercing is…” He looked away from Troy and nervously ruffled his long curls. “It’s kind of a… sensitive… spot. But, uh, not in a bad way… you know?” Dorian huffed out a breath and pushed his hair from his face. He always messed with his hair more the more nervous he got. “Don’t worry, it’s fine, just, uh, might get some noises and…other reactions from me if you do it too much.” He chewed his lip a little as he looked at Troy’s beautiful wide eyes and his poor blushing cheeks, which he secretly super loves. He brought a hand up to cup his jaw, his thumb running over Troy’s cheek. “Is it awful to say you’re beautiful when you’re all flustered and shy?”

Troy hummed softly as the others fingers moved into his hair and along his scalp. Troy became weak every time Dorian played with his hair. Troy was still red when the other excused him.Troy continues to rest his head against Dorian’s chest staring up at him shyly. He tilts his head up at him curiously, now sort of wanting to hear the sounds he might be able to get out of Dorian. “I...I didn’t mean to,” he stutters cheeks still burning. They only burn more at the compliment, he looks down and says, “No it’s sweet.” He stares up at the other and quickly hides his face, suddenly urged to steal a kiss from Dorian, and he was too shy to do so. 

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REECE WAS USED TO people coming near the docks at night, mostly teenagers sneaking around to get laid, drunk or stoned. However, this time was different, the stranger by the docks was by himself, did not seem like a teenager, and most certainly did not seem like a junkie. Reece’s emerald hues looked at the other, soon rolling in annoyance at the other’s clumsiness as he falls into the water, sure it was not deep, hence why the other is quick to stand up.

Reece kept his distance, still standing by his house, with his dog by the side. He did not bother to go help the other, after all he was a stranger and God knows what he wants or could do. Plus,after all he is drunk. He sighed a little, one of his hands reaching up to his head, and scratching it a little, before speaking.  ❝    Look, I don’t know what you, nor do I care one bit, but keep off my property.   ❞ He stated, before adding. ❝    Or else I’ll be obligated to take personal measures.   ❞  He did not specify what kind of measures, but the other surely doesn’t want to find out.

TROY TURNS RED as embarrassment fills him, both at being caught and falling into the water, also just from having a general social interaction. Troy brushes his wet hair out of his face, looking towards the other and his dog. He swallows and nods, “Sorry,” he says his voice carrying across the distance despite being shy. “I...I didn’t know. I was just walking...and thinking. And this place seemed familiar, I don’t know. Sorry, I disturbed your night, and invaded your privacy, I’ll be going,” he assures. He first wrings out his shirt sleeve a bit and the tail of his shirt. Everything on him now feels heavy, and it’ll be that much more difficult to walk home. Heavy wet clothes in the cool night air.

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Dorian nods and runs his fingers through Troy’s hair. “Yeah, definitely! Just fumbling for words, that’s all. I’ve always loved little cottage style houses.” His arms tightened as Troy cuddled close, chuckling softly. “Pretty perfect day. Any time I get to spend with you is amazing.” He grinned brightly before crouching to lift Troy into his arms and moving over to the couch, flopping into it with Troy tucked against him. “Yup, definitely love this place.” He laced his fingers with Troy’s playing idly with them. “I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to show me this place. I know what a big deal that is, showing me your safe place.” He pressed his lips to Troy’s temple, not pulling away when he spoke again. “I’d show you mine, but it’s you so… I suppose I could show you a mirror.” He sighed softly and wrapped his other arm around Troy, keeping him close. “You’re my safe place now. I get antsy on the days I don’t see you.” He buried his face in Troy’s neck. “You’re really important to me, you know?”

Troy gives a small gasp in surprise as the other lifts him and cuddles easily into the others chest burying his face into Dorian’s neck. Troy smiles and sighs, “You’re important to me too.” He blushes deep and says, “Oh shh...,” to all the compliments. Quickly, Troy pinches Dorian gently, accidentally pinching one of his nipples. The one with the ring. The one he’s silently obsessed with. He turns even redder and bites his lip, “Sorry, sorry I didn’t...I didn’t mean to,” he whispers shyly. 

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Dorian chuckled softly and nodded. “That’s right, I keep forgetting. Beauty and brains in one.” He wasn’t teasing Troy, he really did always forget how smart Troy was because the man never made Dorian feel stupid. He smiled as Troy gushed about the house. “I’d love to see it one day too. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate big houses. I just like the size of where I live to like correspond to what I need. Cause your home is your sanctuary, and I just wouldn’t feel comfortable in a huge space. I like being cozy, you know?”

Dorian reached out and took Troy’s hand, smiling fondly and pulling the boy close. “Yeah, of course I do.” He looked around again as he wrapped his arms around the younger man. “I can see you all over it. Little things that have pieces of your personality. Like I can see scribbled notes in your workshop, that book by the armchair. I love it. I love… this place.” Dorian’s heart was racing now, terrified that Troy might catch his fumble. They’d only really known each other for a few weeks, but ever since that first day they’ve spent so much of their time together. But still, it was too early for that, right? Dorian had been so sure he knew what love felt like, that he’d felt it with Noelle until they didn’t anymore. But what he felt for Troy was so different, he didn’t even know how to describe it, he didn’t think there was a word for it. But apparently his brain had decided the word was love and he’d almost let it slip. He just prayed Troy wouldn’t notice. “It’s perfectly you, cozy and comfortable. I could see myself just sitting here reading a book all day and cuddling with you.” Good cover.

Troy nods his head cause he does get that. He cuddles slightly into the others arms and looks around the place as Dorian describes it from his point of view. It’s exposing but it’s also great to have someone getting to know him. Troy bites his lip as Dorian stumbles. He doesn’t take any meaning towards him about it. “Are you sure you love it? Cause you kind of stumbled there for a moment,”Troy says. No one outside of Tony, and even that was on rare occasions, had ever told him that they loved him. Troy smiles and cuddles closer and says, “Doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend a day,” he beams up at Dorian. He’s smitten but he doesn’t know the words or how to describe it, all he knows is the feeling. The deep and sort of scary feeling of wanting to be around Dorian all the time. 

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Dorian switched the hand he was holding Troy’s with and wrapped an arm around Troy’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Geez, twelve, really? I mean, I suppose it’s still on the property, so you weren’t far, but still.” He squeezed Troy’s hand and kept close. “Yes, dear. Honestly, I’m getting major The Shining vibes, so yeah, not straying from you. I watched that movie when I was like eleven years old and ever since hedge mazes are just creepy. Beautiful from above but yeah.” They walked in silence for a few moments, Dorian running his thumb over the back of Troy’s hand. He smiled when Troy pulled him close as the neared the cottage. “I probably will, I’m not a fan of big places. Like, I like tall ceilings, like at my place, but having a whole lot of space is a little wasteful to me. I’d never fill the kind of space the big house has, and Bunny definitely doesn’t need more space, heh.” He pulled Troy to a stop at the front door. “Hey, don’t worry, I’m gonna love it, promise. I feel like the cottage is a part of you, and I’m pretty damn fond of you.” He leaned in to press a kiss to Troy’s forehead before stepping back a little, gesturing to the cottage. “C’mon, I wanna see your workspace, you talk about it so much and I’ve wanted to see it since I first heard of it.” He looked around once they were inside, a soft smile on his face. “This literally feels like a little cabin on a lake like upstate somewhere. Kind of also reminds me of the really old little cottages back home in the really old little villages all over England. Love it, always wanted to live in one of those, something with character, you know?” He looked over at Troy, reaching to take the man’s hand again and pulling him close. Then he nodded to the little area that was clearly Troy’s workspace. “So that’s where you make toys right?” He noted how everything was arranged, the things left out. He could see Troy all over it, the same way you could see Dorian all over his desk. “I really like this place, babe.”

Troy shrugs and says, “Well I mean I went to college at fourteen, so it was almost in preparation.” Troy giggles at the comparison and then says, “The main house is spacious. But every room has something to it, and it’s beautiful. The ceilings are tall and admittedly beautiful, they’re painted like the ceilings in Italy. Tony’s wife painted them, she was a children’s book illustrator.” Troy blushes when the other looks around the cottage and stays to the side as the other looks around. He feels slightly exposed with the reveal of his cottage. His home and safety. Troy nods to the other as he examines his workshop area. He swallows and says, “You do? You really like it?” He asks.

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“greek sounds great,” david replies with a grin. he almost assumed troy would suggest that, so as they’re riding the elevator down to the lobby, david takes his phone from his pocket and texts his secretary to ask her to place their order. “done and done. should be there by the time we get back to the office.”

troy smiles a bit, and blushes slightly at his own predictability, or perhaps it’s just that david knows him well enough. troy bumps his hip against the others and his face brightens, “what would i do without you david,” he sighs and continues forward. “if you ever need anything, i’m here for you. though i can’t imagine what you’d need from me, not nearly as useful as you,” troy comments. 

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Dorian was doing a very good job of staying cool and calm. Honestly he was beyond excited that Troy felt comfortable enough to show him his cottage, his safe place. They’d been doing this… whatever for a few weeks now, never putting words to it, and Dorian was really proud of himself, because he hadn’t pushed Troy for anything. It was harder than it sounded, he wanted to just snog the kid senseless. But he’d stuck to only forehead and cheek kisses, and just so much cuddling! Troy came to the truck almost every day now, and then they’d go back to Dorian’s, put on one of his old records, and just cuddle and talk. Dorian had never had something like this. He really had thought his marriage was amazing, after all they hadn’t ended badly. They’d communicated well and were decently affectionate. Dorian just figured it ended because he was a terrible husband. Yeah he was more into men, but he liked women too, and Noelle was gorgeous and kind. But Troy? He was something else. Dorian hadn’t figured out exactly what yet, he hadn’t even figured out if they were dating or just really affectionate friends. But the fact that Troy was taking him to his cottage had to mean something right? Dorian’s thumb ran over the back of Troy’s hand as they walked, pushing his long curls out of his face with his free hand. He looked everywhere Troy pointed, smiling and shaking his head when Troy tried to downplay it. “Nah, I’ve seen worse. You should see my Uncle’s place back in England. It’s a literal castle, it’s ridiculous.” He reached out to brush Troy’s curls from his eyes. “It’s beautiful. More than I’m used to, sure, but it’s still nice. Tamsin will love even more now when she finds out you have horses.” He moved to wrap his arm around Troy’s shoulders. “C’mon, show me your place. All this is just your house, the cottage is your home. At least, that’s how it sounds the way you talk about it.”

Troy didn’t know how to describe how he felt about Dorian, the words were not ones he was familar with. He had never done anything like this before. Troy remained close to the others side and softened when the others thumb ran over his hand. He smiles slightly and looks upon the big manor and think of how he used to live in the main house. Before it felt too large for him. The big empty hall felt more lonely than a cottage with just him. The manor simply meant he was waiting for Tony to come home. And often waiting for Jillian to steal him away. But he had fond memories of the large halls and his room still in the same format that he had left it.

He shrugs and says, “Well yeah, I made a drastic move when I was twelve, decided to move out to the cottage. Didn’t really get to treat it as anything until I came back from college though. Troy nods and says, “Alright then, through the maze. Another little deterrence that allows for some privacy, you have to get through the maze to get to the cottage. And it’s easy to get lost, so make sure to stay close,” he tells him. The maze wasn’t something to be played around with really. It was easy to get lost. Troy now knew it by the back of his hand. The maze had a lot of dark twisted memories though. There was the faded memory from when he was two, strolling back towards the manor from the cottage, then a full workshop, with his fathers hand grasped in his. Only for his father to collapse beside him from a heart attack. He remembered waiting there beside him, crying, waiting for someone to find them. His father was long gone by the time Tony came rushing through the maze, a young nineteen year old quickly lifting Troy into his arms and clutching him close. The moment Tony became his parent without much warning. Then there was the time when he was five and had shown Leigh the cottage for the first time. He had found his way there, but not his way back. He had sworn he knew the way, but they found themselves lost, unable to find their way out whether it be to the manor or back to the cottage. It had started snowing and he remembered Leigh holding him close to try and keep him warm. It was right before Tony’s wedding. Another blemish on the day, Troy had started sniffling the day after. And a week into Tony’s honeymoon he had gotten ill and nearly died from pneumonia, causing Toony to come back early. The maze was not something to be taken lightly in Troy’s mind, it had a desire to trap people he thought,

Troy pulled Dorian close towards him, leaning into his side slightly, “I think you’ll like the cottage, it’s cozy like your place, at least I hope you’ll like it...,” Troy mutters.

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david honestly doesn’t mind the meetings. his own work can get so hectic, so intense that coming to these is often a good break. it gets him out of his stuffy office for a little while, and he’s always happy for an excuse to get lunch with troy. they didn’t often get to see each other, since they were both so caught up with work, so this was good. david gives the other male’s shoulder a soft squeeze as they walk through the hallway and make it to the elevator. once inside, david hit the button for the lobby. “what are you in the mood for? we can go out somewhere, or we can order takeout. finally got my office organized so the couch is open if we want to chill over there.”

troy smiles slightly and gently brushes against the others side and joins the other on the elevator. “take out in your office sounds amazing,” troy decides. he’s not much for public places, so he obviously chooses the most private option, when it is available. troy thinks on it and gives his typical suggestion, “greek. falafel, tzatziki, gyros…,” he says trailing off on the last word which is one of his favorite foods.

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Dorian suddenly saw himself traveling to places he’d never been, all the places he’d read about or his parents talked about. He’d daydreamed so many times before about traveling, but this time was different. He was holding hands and seeing them all with Troy. Ok that was scary, but Dorian didn’t loosen his hold on the boy. He went very still once more as Troy pulled away, reaching up to kiss Dorian’s cheek. Dorian’s eyes actually closed and he leaned into it a little, like a dog starved for attention. He wrapped his arms more securely around Troy and connected their foreheads. “Good, because I really like you too. I wanna know what this is, and I’m not ready to let go of this feeling, whatever it even is.” He smiled and relaxed into Troy’s embrace. “Like I said, we’re cuddle monsters. And you know where we live now, so you know where to come when you want a cuddle.” He took Troy’s hand from around his neck and tugged him to the couch. He sat down and pulled Troy down, tucking him close and draping a long arm over his shoulder, his hand resting on the boy’s chest. Bunny immediately got up from her little bed and used the little stairs Dorian had hidden at the end of the couch to get onto the couch, immediately curling up in Troy’s lap. “Told you.”

Troy blushed, even though he didn’t know why he still was at this point. But every admission made Troy’s cheeks turn red with embarrassment. Troy followed the other to the couch and cuddled close to Dorian pressing his face into the other males chest. He smiled as the small dog ran up and settled on his lap. His hand moved over the small white puff ball, feeling more settled than he had in some time.

Troy certainly felt this was a big step, taking the other see his cottage. The placed he lived, the place he worked. It all made him very anxious, but he wanted Dorian around his comfort place. The way Troy seemed to keep ending up in Dorian’s home. Troy held Dorian’s hand in his as he led him through the back gates that entered into the gardens of the estate. “So, this is the gardens. My home, the big house,” he gestures towards the house up top. “And the cottage is over there, you can see the chimney, just past the maze.” Troy walks the other forward and says, “There is the pool and over there are the stables,” he points. He feels slightly embarrassed by all the riches surrounding him and swallows, “I know it’s a bit much. The cottage is much more homey,” Troy promises shyly.

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Dorian wouldn’t voice it out of fear of scaring Troy, but he kind of really wanted to meet all the people important to him. He did smile a little. “I’ve always wanted to visit New Orleans. I’ve only ever been in Windsford, that’s my hometown back in England, then London and here. People seem to think I’m well traveled but I really haven’t been anywhere.” He hung on every single word Troy spoke about himself, his family, toy-making, all of it. Every words seemed precious to Dorian. Troy was so very different from himself, it was so refreshing. “My friend Selena has a similar story, her parents died in a car accident when she was only 7, her brother who was 18 at the time got custody of her and her two sisters. They’re all incredibly close, but she was the baby. Her brother looks at her more like a daughter than a sister. He did much the same, working three jobs and trying to raise three girls who had their worlds shattered. It wasn’t until they were older, even Selena almost an adult, that the restaurant they were left started making money and Aidan could slow down and focus on himself. Selena swears he’s still not very good at it, still taking more care of her than him, even though she’s 21 now.” He did shake his head though when Troy tried to say the work wasn’t interesting. “I can promise without ever seeing it that that’s not true. You’re creating something with your hands, it’s not just about the finished product, it’s the process of it getting there, watching it form.” He smiled brightly. “I’d love to see his stuff too. But I’m definitely more interested in watching you.”

Dorian swore his heart had stopped. He couldn’t read Troy’s face after the kiss, and he was terrified he’d crossed the line again. There was no way he’d stick around this time and Dorian started panicking. But then Troy was burrowing into his neck, nearly knocking the wind out of the older man with the force of it. The last pretense of dancing went out the window as Dorian wrapped his long arms around Troy tightly, huge hands gripping the boys shirt and he held him as close as possible, as he turned his head into Troy’s curls, speaking softly when he finally did. “Sorry, I just… I can’t seem to help myself.” He squeezed the younger boy tighter, closer, breathing him in. “I really should have spoken to you sooner, you’re… you’re incredible. I’ve never felt a pull to a person I barely know like this, fuck, not even a person I do know. Never in my life. Not even Noelle.”

Troy smiles and shrugs, “I’ve never been, I’ve been to a few places. Not many. I mean, I’ve been here my whole life. And I went to college New Jersey, and every now and then I go somewhere like Spain, Italy, or Greece cause it’s warm and keeps me from getting sick in the winter.” Troy listens to Dorian and says, “It’s admirable thing for family to do.” Troy blushes at the other wanting to see his work. “Alright, I’ll make sure to show you some of the stuff I’ve made and let you watch me work.”

Troy swallows when the other speaks still clinging to the other. Troy feels his cheeks heat up at the others words and says, “I...I like you. And the forehead kiss was nice,” he laughs softly. Troy reaches up and wraps his arms around the others neck and kisses Dorian’s cheek. “You’re the first guy, person, I’ve ever liked and wanted to dance with. Or be around, and I wouldn’t mind cuddling you and Bunny for awhile,” he whispers.

[tattertontoys]

Dorian smiled proudly. “Well, I’d be happy to give him some pointers on how to do a good grilled cheese.” He winked cheekily at Troy. He moves his fingers through Troy’s curls, just idly playing with the lovely soft strands. Hey, Dorian loved when his hair was played with, maybe Troy would too. He seemed to like having Dorian’s fingers buried in them at least. He was being careful, not wanting to spook the man once more but wanting so badly to have as much contact as possible. There was something comforting about him, something that had become quite foreign to Dorian since he’d become single. Something he didn’t realize he’d missed. He hadn’t missed it from Noelle, so he’d taken it to mean he hadn’t missed that kind of intimate closeness at all. But now that he felt it again, it was like he could feel himself relaxing in a way he hadn’t in a long time. And going by that shiver he figured Troy was enjoying it too.

He continued to move them to their own little made up music, listening to Troy talk. He found it slightly fascinating. His cousins had had a similar sort of life, that upper class upbringing full of functions and putting on the front. Troy spoke of it in a different tone than they did though. He didn’t seem to love it, but nor did he hate it like they had. “Well, if you like the toy making part, and he’s good at the keeping up appearances part, that sounds like a decent division of labor to me. Hell, sounds like to most people he’d have the easy part, you’re the one doing the work.” Dorian pressed his fingers against Troy’s back with just a bit of reassuring pressure, giving him a soft smile. “The more you talk about your work the more I want to see it. You sound so passionate about it, like you really love it. I bet you can see it in the things you make.” He paused for a moment, thinking. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you work. Some day, I mean.” He shrugged. “I’ve always been fascinated with people who work with their hands, the concentration and precision it takes.” He smiled and touched Troy’s cheek again. “You’re beautiful already, I bet you’re completely breathtaking when you’re working.” He paused here again, looking like he was debating something. He seemed to come to a decision, cupping his jaw but gently tilting it down slightly. He leaned in to softly press a kiss to Troy’s forehead, lingering for just a moment before he pulled back to look at Troy, searching his face for a reaction.

Troy beamed up at him and said, “I think he’d like that. You’d like him a lot. Everyone likes Rye, he’s great, he had the best stories of when he used to live in New Orleans.” Troy had friends, but they were his servants so perhaps they didn’t count. He loved Rye, but Rye still called him ‘Mister Troy or Master Troy’ which seemed more like a working relationship.  Troy can barely keep himself standing as the others fingers move through his hair. No one’s ever done this to him. At least not since he was little. He seems to have forgotten this weakness. As he shuts his eyes, head rested on Dorian’s shoulder, he thinks he vaguely remembers Tony holding him when he was sick and stroking his hair. And he remembers back to when he used to sneak down the hall to Heaven’s mothers room when he was a child and crawl in to sleep beside her. How she used to do the same to get him to sleep, the only mother figure he had ever had, though it was brief. This is different though, the touch feels different and it’s no longer to child out of trying to get him to calm down and go to sleep. It’s out of a desire to touch and be touched.

“Mmm...he’s a lot older than me. He was seventeen when I was born. Our mother died shortly after I was born. And my father died when I was two. So he was only nineteen when he had to take over the business and take care fo me all at once. He used to do all of it. Make the toys and run the business, he was good at both. Just wants me to be good at both. I’m more son than brother to him in some ways. He has no children. When he’s gone someone needs to run the business and that’d have to be me,” he says. Troy has never believed he outlive Tony though, he often doesn’t believe he’ll outlive his twenty-fifth birthday. So eventually Tony will have to take over the toy making again too. And there will be no need for Troy to ever learn the business half. “I like the work,” he hums, “easier than anything I know in life for some reason.”

 He smiles at the thought of the other seeing him work. “The work isn’t that exciting. Just me hammering or doing wires or painting or sculpting. It’s all about the finished product. I’ll show you sometime. I’ll show you some of Tony’s work too. He was great honestly,” Troy defends. He blushes at the beautiful part and he wants to hide, but he doesn’t want to move away. And there’s a nearly overwhelming desire to hide underneath the others shirt. But Troy keeps himself from that. 

Troy is stunned when the other tilts his jaw down and kisses his forehead. It’s sweet and it makes the butterflies already fluttering around in his stomach swarm. He hiccups slightly and looks up at him like a confused puppy whose spent his whole life kicked around and is stunned by any sort of touch. It’s soft but he doesn’t know how to respond to it. Instead he just quickly hides his face into Dorian’s hair and neck and makes a small, “humph...” noise and pulls Dorian closer to the point where their not so much dancing as holding each other and standing still. Partially perhaps cause Troy thinks he might fall over if he lets go, suddenly understanding what the phrase weak at the knees means. 

[laarne]

no offense but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull eachother back into a more passionate kiss will always be the most soul destroying trope , catch me lying on the fucking ground sobbing and rewatching The Scene™✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼