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jacob arrived at troye's house, and knocked on his door. he heard footsteps and the door opened with a cheerful troye on the other side. he was wearing skinny blue jeans and a white tee shirt, jacob gulped down his saliva when he saw how good troye's legs looked.
                          
"come in," troye said.
                          
they went to their usual study spot and got to work.
                          
it was the normal routine, they worked and they made small talk, talking about their lives and their friends, turns out they had a few mutual friends. and it was a successful day, troye was really improving his math skills. 
                          
they finished up and put up all their papers, then it was time to get to work on the cupcakes. turns out, they were horrible at it. like, really bad.
                          
troye was measuring out flour, while jacob was putting in all the wet ingredients.
                          
"fuck." jacob muttered to himself.
                          
"what did you do?" troye rolled his eyes.
                          
"there is a slight chance I might have gotten all of the egg shell into the batter."
                          
"jacob!"
                          
"i said you should bake alone. i said i would fuck it up, you didn't listen." he tried to pick the eggshells out of the bowl unsuccessfully.
                          
"i thought you were just doing that thing when people are like oh i suck at this but you're like not that bad."
                          
"that's not a thing." he managed to pull out a bit of eggshell and flicked it at troye.
                          
"are you trying to start something? i'd warn you not to start something you can't finish." troye reached into the flour canister and threw some of it at jacob but got most of it on the floor.
                          
"nice aim there, aussie." he laughed then picked up the flour off his shirt and tossed it back at the other boy.
                          
jacob's aim was much better and troye looked like a bad ghost.
                          
"you know what goes perfect with flour?"
                          
troye walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a glass then put it under the tap before turning it on.
                          
"water."
                          
"don't you fucking dare, mellet. I'll make you regret this."
                          
"too late." he splashed the cup of water at jacob who, between his soaked t-shirt and the soggy floor, couldn't look like more of a mess.
                          
"you're going to have to clean this all up," jacob said as he started sprinkling flour on the floor and then threw some more at the boy next to him.
                          
just as he was about to grab another handful from the canister, he slipped and landed harshly on the ground.
                          
he cried out in pain and troye tried to keep himself from laughing but failed miserably. he knew he shouldn't laugh at a boy much bigger than he was but he couldn't help it.
                          
"why don't you join me down here?"
                          
troye opened his mouth but before he could, jacob had a hand around his ankle and dragged him onto the ground.
                          
"you're the reason you fell. I hold no responsibility in a court of law."
                          
"a court of law? i'm not suing you."
                          
"well, good. because this would be very uncomfortable to explain to a jury."
                          
"hmmm i guess so."
                          
troye took jacob's vulnerability as a good chance, so he straddled his hips.
"troye, what are you-" jacob said as troye reached up to the counter to grab the flour. 
                          
jacob's eyes widened and he yelled, "troye! no!" right as he dumped the flour onto him. 
                          
troye started laughing like a maniac, but was silenced when jacob placed his hands on his hips. he looked down at jacob to see him staring at him, with a certain look on his face.
                          
troye knew that look.
                          
he set down the can of flour and placed his hands on the floor by jacob's face. 
                          
"we made a big mess, didn't we?" troye said.
                          
"i guess so," jacob said, his heartbeat quickening.
                          
troye leaned in closer, and pressed his lips to jacob's. jacob responded quickly, kissing him back.
                          
"wait," troye said. "we have to finish making the cupca-"
                          
jacob took troye open mouth as a chance to slip his tongue in. troye let him explore his mouth without much of a fight.
                          
he slipped his warm hand up his shirt and pressed it against his ribcage. troye moaned softly into jacob's mouth. jacob swore it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard in his life.
                          
troye broke the kiss, his lips were red and swollen, he was out of breath. 
                          
"we-we really have to finish those cupcakes, jacob," troye said, getting up off of the taller boy.
                          
"fine," jacob said.
                          
the cupcakes looked awful, but they sure tasted good.
                          
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