C O N N O R
"Troye! Hurry up, you've been in there for 25 minutes!" I bang on the door of a pacsun fitting room.

From the gap under the door, I see clothes being thrown on the ground out of frustration. The door opens and Troye sticks his head out, clearly looking annoyed. "Do you even know how many pairs of clothes I have in here?"

"Like two. Now hurry the fuck up. I wanna get to Urban Outfitters." I complain and Troye shuts the door while groaning, "Ugh, you're so gay."

"No shit Sherlock. Now hurry up," I sigh and sit down on the bench. A few quiet minutes pass when the only sound being heard is the moving of hangers and clothes, "Hey Troye?"

"What now?"

A smirk finds my face when I suggest, "You should let me in."

"Haha, no."

"Uh, why not?" I ask, clearly confused. He cracks the door open to answer but I quickly pull it open and force my way in, silently closing the door behind me as Troye beats his fists against my upper chest in frustration. I ignore him and walk over to the small bench, pushing all the clothes into a pile on the side so I could sit.

"Connor! There was a yes and no pile! Now I gotta try them all on again!" Troye whines, jutting out his bottom lip.

"Well, now you can take as long as you want. I'll be entertained so you won't have to worry about me yelling at you to hurry up." I smirk and Troye scoffs.

But he turns around and crosses his arms around his torso to pull his shirt off, revealing his flawless porcelain skin. He's got such a thin waist, which highlights the distinct difference between his hip and waist; giving him a feminine figure.

I could just take him right here.

"How does this look Connor?" The boy in front of me smoothes the material of the shirt down, running his hands down his body, while looking at me. I can feel my pupils dilate, and I realizes he notices when a smirk finds the corner of his lip. "Are you not gonna say anything, Connor?"

I slowly get up, walking towards him and press his front to mine by snaking my arm around his waist.

"You are such a slut, aren't you Troye?"

"The infamously famous," Troye giggles while trailing his fingertips across the plane of my shoulder. I smile fondly at him, but take him by surprise when I spin him around and hold him against the wall of the fitting room, causing a yelp to escape past Troye's lips.

"Wanna put that ass to good use?" I whisper against his skin while marking one of his love bites that may or may not have been from me.

But it doesn't matter, cuz at this moment, he's all mine.

I grope his crotch and he says, "T-thought you wanted to go to Urban Outfitters?" Troye struggles to let out through his gasps and moans.

"You're right." And just like that, I back away from him and wait near the register and seconds later, he struggles to wobble out of the fitting room awkwardly, blush tinting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. When he comes to ring his items up, he huffs out frustratedly at me and I smile, kissing his neck.

"I told you I wanted to go to Urban Outfitters. Maybe next time, you'll learn to listen to me when you want something."

A U T H O R S N O T E :
Yo long time now see. I haven't had a free weekend in 2 1/2 months and now I have a fever 😄 lol rawr XD.

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