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Warnings: Slash, Nonrelated, Minor Sexual Content
Letter Prompt: M
Part One: Midnight Visit
Quietly I swing in through the window and drop down into a crouch, waiting; downstairs the clock strikes twelve times before the silencing itself. Yet, I still hear the familiar tick, tick, tick. Outside, a calming breeze brushes through the trees, the leaves quivering and rustling. Down the hall, my ears pick up the gentle breathing of both Elena and Jenna sleeping, unaware of my midnight visit. Smiling to myself, I ease off the ground and eye the Gilbert-shaped lump lying on the bed, watching as he shifts and rolls over every few seconds, covers clutched in his hands, in an attempt to keep warm.
Poor kid can't sleep.
Careful to avoid weak floorboards, I creep closer, noticing the telltale flu shiver ripple through Gilbert as he tugs his comforter tighter around his shoulders. Wincing in sympathy, I drop down onto my hands and knees, sighing as the familiar shift erupts through me, bones cracking and rearranging themselves as my body shrinks and then lengthens. Once it's over, I jump onto Gilbert's bed and crawl closer, pausing for a moment when he stirs; when his eyes remain closed, I inch the rest of the way and curl up against his side; instantly he scoots closer, seeking more of my warmth.
Unable to explain why, I lie there and rest my chin on his chest, my ears twitching with every stuttering intake of breath he releases. Slowly the shivering lessens as his body temperature rises.
Sometime later, I jolt awake, unaware I'd dosed off; the hair on the back of my neck bristle and I growl, searching the darkness for the sound that dare disturbed my rest before recognizing that the choked whimper is coming from Gilbert. I glance towards him; he's still asleep, his head tilted back while his hips pump upward.
"Tyler…Tyler, please…"
Blinking, I bolt upward and stare. Is he dreaming about me?
After a moment, I leap off the bed and pace the floor. Gilbert never struck me as the type to feel that sort of emotion for any guy, let alone me, especially not since I tended to pick on him. Shaking my head, I glance back at Gilbert and listen as his pleasure-filled whimpers increase in volume before cutting off as his body shudders and then goes limp.
He's sick with the flu; delirious.
There's no way Jeremy Gilbert could ever feel anything like that for me.
"Wolfer? Is that you?" The sleep-thick voice fills the room as Gilbert gazes at me from his bed.
I pad over to him and nuzzle his hand. He releases a scratchy laugh as he rubs behind my ears. Unbidden my eyes close and I press closer, my tongue hanging out. Gilbert smiles softly before groaning when he spots the evidence of his sleep-induced release; snagging some nearby tissues, he wipes off his stomach. Once he finishes, he tosses them away, lies back down, and closes his eyes, absently patting his mattress. It takes me a few seconds for my brain to push passed the sexy images of Gilbert's sex dream and realize he wants me to sleep beside him. Comforted by the thought that he doesn't know who I really am, I leap onto the bed and curl up beside him, sighing when Gilbert's fingers dig into my fur. Though I rarely stay the night, I decide to make an exception tonight.
The poor kid deserves some sleep.
Author's Notes: So this is my new Jyler story. I'm planning on making it twenty chapters long and detailing how Jeremy and Tyler first become friends and then the graduation into an actual relationship. Also, this story is going to be a little different; each chapter will have a letter prompt and then I'll choose a word or phrase of words that deal with that letter. This chapter dealt with 'M.' The next letter prompt is 'Y.' Are there any suggestions regarding what 'y' word I could use? Please let me know and I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter. It's the shortest I've ever written but I'm looking forward to writing this story.