Summary: Jeremy and Tyler have broken new ground since Bonnie broke up with him and he and Caroline ended their affair; Jeremy's still in love with Bonnie and she's still hung up on him; Tyler's curious about the energy he and Bonnie have in common and wonders what it would be like if she were the one to stay with him through one night of the full moon; Bonnie saw the hickey on Jeremy's neck when he and Tyler came back from Miami and then left her own mark on Jeremy after a magic session at the witches' house, this after she stopped herself from confessing what happened between her and Tyler after she saved him from Stefan.
A/N: I started working on this story during the season 3 winter break, hence the title. I've picked it up and put it down a couple of times since, but I'm determined to complete it this time. Posting should help, since it's turned into a chapter fic, different from when I first thought of it.
This is my first time writing m/m, so please let me know if there's anything I need to do or stop doing in terms of how I present them if you're used to reading m/m. It'll help a lot :). So far I'm just going with "This is Tyler. This is Jeremy. Now let me write them being super close."
You Are Cordially Invited
You are cordially invited to my humble abode to celebrate the passing of 2011 and the entrance of 2012.
"Dress code is semi-formal. We will pay respect to our losses and toast to our victories. You're invited to a night of conversation and feasting as we cross into the new year," Caroline read off her invitation and then threw it on the table cluttered with sweating glasses of diet-coke, coke, and water.
"The passing of 2012. Pay respect to our losses." Bonnie thought of Jenna and Jules and even Elena herself, those who had fallen by Klaus' hand as well as those who had gotten caught in the crossfire, like Alaric. "What an asshole."
"So this guy breaks his curse and disappears for months and shows back up in time to ring in the new year? Why?" Elena asked.
"Going by the invitation? To gloat," Bonnie said.
"Look at the address," Caroline pointed out. "It's that new mansion they just finished building."
Elena closed her eyes, "God you don't think he's moving in, do you?" It was not good that she'd gotten an invitation. She'd spent a good part of the day trying and failing to calm her uncle John down. In the end he'd reluctantly agreed that she should go, unwilling to let her get lost in a mansion headed by an Original vampire but not knowing what else to do. Elena had done her best to impress upon him that being in Bonnie's presence guaranteed her safety.
"I wonder if Elijah's gonna be there," Bonnie voiced, mostly talking to herself. She would love to kill him. She'd rather take him out now and leave Klaus for later. But time had long since run out regarding her possession of the 100 witches' powers. She'd borrowed them in order to accomplish one thing and, in hindsight, she'd thrown her chance away. The powers had left her almost as soon as Elijah had run out of the forest clearing with Klaus. She hadn't even gotten a second chance, and she'd been entirely too pissed off and had too much pride to go telling the witches that she really meant it this time: she really would kill Klaus if they lent her their powers just one more time. She grimaced just thinking about it.
She had gotten to flex her normal powers after Damon died from Tyler's bite. Stefan had flipped his lid and lost his marbles. At first he'd tried to be understanding; the words came out of his mouth, "It was a mistake; it's not your fault, Tyler," but Bonnie could tell that he was boiling underneath. It hadn't taken long for Stefan to remember Damon's dislike of Tyler as well as the fact that he'd killed both the teen boy's father and his uncle. Perhaps Tyler had secretly had it out for Damon but had been too much of a coward, in Stefan's opinion, to do anything about it until that night when he had Damon right where, and how, he wanted him: trying to help him and Caroline and completely distracted. Perhaps Tyler biting Damon hadn't been an accident after all.
And it hadn't been long before it came back to Bonnie through Caroline and Matt separately that Tyler felt like he was being watched. Then it stopped. Then it got back to Bonnie that Carol Lockwood felt like she was being watched. Then it stopped. Bonnie's thoughts had immediately gone to Stefan, though she hadn't shared that thought with anyone. As far as she'd been told by Elena Stefan was in the boarding house being a recluse, and it was a chore to try to get him out into the sunlight the few times she managed to sneak over there unbeknownst to John Gilbert. But he'd been Bonnie's first, prime, and only suspect.
She remembered what she'd felt when she'd first touched Stefan. The unparalleled violence and sadism. He'd told her once that he thought maybe it would be easier with her. She hadn't asked him to explain, and he hadn't elaborated, but she'd eventually figured that maybe he'd liked the fact that she'd seen right through his outerwear and into his past, that he didn't have to say anything out loud where she was concerned.
That was the only reason she'd attempted to talk to him about Damon's death. He'd given her a perfectly crafted answer. "I'm a vampire, Bonnie. I've watched my father die, his other descendants die, everyone I grew up with in this town; I've killed. I know death."
A chill had run through her at his admission. I've killed. She'd known that. She'd felt it. But to hear him say it, to see the look in his eyes as if he was talking about a hobby...the Stefan she'd gotten to know, at least a little bit, was uncomfortable with killing. The one she'd spoken to that day had looked anything but.
This had spurred her to tell Tyler of her suspicion, but she'd asked him to keep quiet about it, to act like nothing had changed, keep looking around when he suspects that someone is watching him.
And then...
"So this is basically going to be a night of this guy patting himself on the back, celebrating that he's still alive, rubbing it in our faces," Jeremy drawled while sitting uncomfortably upright in his living room with Tyler and trying to ignore the hot stinging all over his back. "Did you get an invite?"
"I did, but I'm really not into going. We've guessed that this guy is the one going around fucking up werewolves, and now he's inviting me to dinner? To dinner? I'm probably one of the menu items. Are you ok?"
"Yeah."
"You look...tense."
"I'm fine. You're not going there alone; Elena got an invite-"
"I'm so protected."
"And so did Bonnie."
Tyler grinned. A couple of seconds passed and then he narrowed his eyes. "You smell kind of different."
Jeremy ignored the observation. "Besides, I'm getting pretty good with a stake and crossbow."
"Yeah? Ready to take on the Original vampire?"
"Nope."
Tyler wanted to mention the fact that Jeremy was sitting forward on the couch instead of leaning back on it like he usually did, but it was obvious the nascent hunter was trying to avoid some topic. It could be one of two things: life with his uncle John or, "Seen Bonnie lately?"
"Yeah. Same place I see you: school."
"Well you also see me at my house, your house, the locker room-"
"Shhh!" Jeremy hissed. Lowering his voice, he said, "My uncle's sleeping upstairs."
Tyler grinned, unafraid, "What's wrong with two dudes who workout being in the same locker room?"
Jeremy bit his smile and shook his head at Tyler's attempt at being obtuse.
"Been to Bonnie's house lately?" Tyler returned to the topic. It wasn't unusual for them to talk about Bonnie. Or Caroline. But mostly Bonnie, because he was moving on pretty smoothly after his and Caroline's attempt at having a legit relationship. They were both too alike and too different. But Jeremy was still hung up on Bonnie, still felt like an idiot for cheating on her and still regretted how that whole thing had ended. As a matter of fact, one of the things that had helped build their friendship over the last four months was Jeremy feeling comfortable venting out loud about the desiccation of his relationship with Bonnie. Then Tyler had gotten comfortable teasing him about still being hung up on her, that is when he wasn't offering sincere words of comfort after he'd helped Jeremy realize why he'd done what he'd done.
Jeremy and Bonnie still ran into each other, still exchanged words, because Mystic Falls was still a hub for vampire activity. So Tyler would give Jeremy sly looks and raised eyebrows and make comments, "Did you hear how her voice changed when she started talking to you?" because Jeremy didn't do much to hide his awe of Bonnie when she outlined her part of a plan, or, "You do realize she's putting a little something extra in that walk, right? Look," and they'd actually stood there in the hallway, their eyes trained on Bonnie's retreating form.
Jeremy usually told him to shut up, or he rolled his eyes. And then...well. Last week his teasing of Jeremy had morphed into a type of flirting after Jeremy had mumbled that he was physically reeling from his recent interaction with Bonnie. He'd enticed Jeremy with descriptions of how differently his run-in with Bonnie could've turned out while he gave him a two-hands hand job next to the decrepit bathrooms by the track field.
That was the first time they'd brought Bonnie up while messing around, and their tryst had started in the middle of November after Jeremy had insisted on accompanying him on his fact-finding trip to Miami.
Tyler had been prickly and snappy the whole trip. He'd hoped to get away from Jeremy for a couple of days, but now he had to deal with sleeping in the same room with the other boy, with smelling him, and with picturing him in the shower.
He couldn't help the thoughts, and they flared up most insistently when the full moon got closer. That was when he felt hotter, when he had less control over his emotions as well as his body's reactions. As well as his thoughts, his desires. So he'd stopped fighting them. But keeping away from Jeremy when the full moon was close was one way he dealt with his emotions. It wasn't hard. His personality and temper mixed with the effects of the approaching moon made for foul interactions with him. Jeremy usually got fed up with it, so avoiding him was easy. Matt kept him company, outside of the cellar, during his transformations. It was a foolish arrangement, but Tyler was just glad to have someone taking the risk to be there.
He'd told Matt about his plan to go to Miami and the latter had brought up the full moon, questioning if it wouldn't be better to go after. But Tyler had reassured him that he was bringing his spare chains and that he knew where Jules used to go to shift. He would go there. So Matt had reluctantly let it go. Jeremy hadn't, though his primary motivation for going with Tyler wasn't to be with him during the full moon but to be there for him period. There was an Original maniac hunting down werewolves for reasons they didn't understand. He wasn't going to stand for Tyler to journey to another state all by himself.
Tyler had been touched. And irked, because he couldn't very well show Jeremy how touched he was could he? So Jeremy was basically adding on to his frustration with no intention of helping him release it.
Tyler's hormones had been frustratingly out of whack ever since he'd triggered The Curse and he hadn't had anyone to focus them on since things with Caroline ended. Hooking up with some random girl at school was too dangerous. And then he'd noticed Jeremy, really noticed him. And he'd really noticed him before, back when they were regularly in each other's faces over Vicky Donovan, but he'd scoffed at the idea back then, quickly changed the course of his thoughts before they could settle comfortably in that direction, chastised his groin and valiantly disconnected his mind from it before it could react to Jeremy's proximity and tone of voice and entire grunge thing.
But now as a werewolf, as a werewolf who was no longer with Caroline and was spending more time with Jeremy and his different tones and his whole non-grunge-but still kind of messed up-getting better with an arrow-hunter thing, well...he was really noticing him again.
And his hormones shifted in Jeremy's case, became a different kind of particular, different from Caroline-flavor particular. With Caroline he'd been horny, and she'd ridden him, and he'd driven their interactions, too, preferably before his transition, when everything was building up and crowding. She took care of him after the transitions, when he was shaking, broken, tired, and scared that he'd be doing this for the rest of his life, scared that he didn't have his father around to explain, didn't even have Mason or Jules and couldn't imagine that his mother knew anything helpful with how plainly she looked at him, like she saw nothing below the surface, nothing below his mortal appearance. That was how the dice had fallen in his case with Caroline.
In Jeremy's case, his fantasies had consisted of the hunter putting those hands that were getting good with a crossbow on his dick before his transition. After the transition, he was restless with the need to rough Jeremy up, to unwind from having his bones distort and fracture by fisting Jeremy's dick, kissing him until the latter gasped for breath, suck on his neck until it was a pinky-red all over, and bite his shoulder hard enough that he himself spilled in his pants. With Jeremy, he wanted to be in control after the transition.
And on their way back from Miami, that's exactly what happened.
The tension had started to break two days before they were set to leave, when his transition for the month of November was behind them. Jeremy had, of course, gotten fed up with his attitude and snapped back at him.
Two months ago, Miami
"What is your problem?!"
Tyler lay across the bed, his feet planted on the floor, his arms crossed over his eyes.
"I can't do this," he muttered, though it was loud enough for Jeremy to hear.
Jeremy softened. "Ty." He closed the distance between them and sat next to him. He gingerly touched one of Tyler's forearms, and the other hissed in a breath and sprang to his feet.
"I don't even know why I care," he said to mask how sensitive his skin currently was and how deeply he'd felt Jeremy's touch. "I don't know these people, these random werewolves. It's not me Klaus is after. He hasn't set foot in Mystic Falls in months. So what the hell am I looking for? Why am I on his trail? Why am I drawing attention to myself?"
"Maybe because Mason would've done the same thing? Or your dad?"
Tyler scoffed at the suggestion. "Mason hid away in Florida until he needed to steal the family heirloom from me. My dad kept the truth from me and left absolutely no instructions in the off chance he died before he could tell me anything. I doubt either would be running around valiantly trying to help anyone. They'd be doing what I should be doing. Staying out of it."
"You hang out with a bunch people who don't stay out of it, Ty," Jeremy said with a small smile. "Caroline, Bonnie, me. I mean I'm training to get even more into this stuff. Elena's literally a magnet for it."
"I could do it. I could stay out."
Jeremy nodded. "And how would that feel?"
Tyler squeezed the palm of his hands against his eyes.
Jeremy stood and walked closer. He dipped his head so that he could see Tyler's eyes whenever the latter chose to take his hands away. "It isn't who you are. We're gonna get through this, okay? You're part of an endangered species, and I promise you you're not going to be the only one left when all of this is done. Klaus will not get through all of you."
"But how many of us will be left by the time we stop him?" Tyler asked as he lowered his hands. "How much will it take some other vampire, Original or not, to wipe us out by the time we stop him? Bonnie's not strong enough yet, and who knows when she will be, and who knows if she ever will be? So what am I doing here? I don't even have a plan; I don't even know what I'm looking for. I've spoken to all of two people from Jules' old crew. The rest are scattered, probably hiding, probably dead, I don't know! Because we have no communication! Because there aren't enough of us left to communicate!"
He closed his eyes to calm himself down and no sooner had he exhaled the deep breath he'd taken than he felt Jeremy's palm, feather light, on his cheek. Tyler opened his eyes, not registering it. "I don't even-"
Jeremy had stepped closer. He didn't know how he hadn't heard it. If not his footsteps, he should've heard his clothes rustling, sensed his body moving, something. But he was close, very close, and his hand was on his cheek, outright cupping it now, and his dark brown eyes were trained softly on his face, his bountiful lashes and eyebrows providing the perfect frame.
"Know how alone I am...right now," he finished softly.
"You're not," Jeremy said and swallowed thickly. "You're not alone."
Tyler's mouth hung open and his eyes fell to Jeremy's lips. In all his fantasizing, he'd never actually payed close attention to Jeremy's mouth. His lips were a nice, soft pink, his lower lip fuller than the top, and the top dipped nicely in the middle, right under his nose.
Jeremy stepped closer and lowered his head, and Tyler lifted his head in response, but then Jeremy stroke his cheek, and that served to jerk him back to reality, to where they were standing, to what they were risking, what he was risking, so he snapped his mouth close, took a step back to put an appropriate distance between them, and inhaled to steady himself. "I can't do this," he said again, and, like the first time, he was referring to everything he felt about Jeremy.
Tyler skirted around the bed he'd been lying on, his bed, and went into the bathroom.
"Tyler," he heard Jeremy call after him. "Shit," he heard him curse, and then he shut the door and tried not to hear anything else.
They didn't talk about what almost happened or why when Tyler came out of the bathroom. They didn't exchange a word. Nothing was said until they were in their respective beds and the light was off.
"You can do it," Jeremy said.
Tyler could tell from the way his voice bounced around the room that he was staring at the ceiling. Tyler closed his eyes and turned, giving Jeremy's bed his back.
They didn't talk to each other, didn't even acknowledge each other, for the rest of the trip. They left Miami two days later at the crack of dawn, and both were ready to drive twelve or so hours across three states, stopping here and there for rest and food, in absolute silence until Tyler turned his car off the road.
Jeremy pressed his forearm sharply against the door in an effort to steady his body even while his heart dropped to his stomach, so abrupt was Tyler's jerking of the wheel.
Tyler leaned his foot heavily on the gas, driving far out into the field. There were no trees around and no bushes, so if he stopped close enough to the road, some concerned samaritan might stop their own car to come see if they were alright.
"What are you doing?" Jeremy asked.
Tyler didn't answer until he shifted the gear into park and turned it off. He leaned back in his seat.
"Hello?" Jeremy asked, growing impatient. "We're supposed to be back in Mystic Falls before Tuesday."
"What do you mean I can do it?"
It wasn't hard for Jeremy to guess what he was talking about. After all, it was the reason they weren't talking. "You know what I mean," he said slowly.
"I don't have time for games," Tyler said testily.
"Right, because you're so forthcoming? You can't do this? What is this? Tell me that, and I'll tell you what I meant by what I said." Finished, Jeremy looked out the windshield.
"We're friends," Tyler said.
Jeremy looked at him, "So?"
Wrong question.
"So?" Tyler echoed. "So you don't care? Vicky and I...well we were never really friends, but look at how it ended? More importantly, look at me and Caroline. At one point she was the only person I could talk to. Now we're back to normal, probably even worse now that she's no longer dating Matt."
"So you got close to someone and then things changed," Jeremy said, his voice a tell that he didn't see the big deal.
"And you don't care about that happening to us."
"I didn't realize we were that close," Jeremy said, half-joking.
Tyler was through with the conversation and turned the car on.
Jeremy reached over and cut it off.
Tyler exhaled, ready to get angry. He would force it if he had to; he would throw a fit until Jeremy was too exasperated to have the conversation. He was as good at turning people off as he was at attracting a party crowd.
"I mean I didn't realize...that you thought we were close. That it meant anything to you. That you were worried about it. I feel the same way," he reassured him. "You've become a really good friend. Like a best friend," he said, still surprised about it, and he hoped Tyler didn't take offense, because the other boy knew their history as well as he did.
"And what happens to that if we start-" Tyler made a face and gestured with his hands.
"Kissing?" Jeremy asked, trying not to smile even though he was very amused.
Tyler dropped his head back on the headrest and turned his neck to give Jeremy a long look.
Jeremy caught a clue, and he let his smile go free. "Fucking?"
Hearing him say it was what made the conversation feel surreal. He and Jeremy Gilbert were talking about kissing and fucking.
Jeremy licked his lips and briefly looked out the windshield before looking at Tyler. "I didn't realize you were that far along."
"Yeah, well." Tyler gazed out the window. He could see cows roaming far, far to his left, where the properties restarted. They were moving dots, but he knew they were cows.
Jeremy looked at his lap. "You feel weird about it?" Although he'd calmed down some in recent months, Tyler still had that whole jock thing going. He was still one of the people in the school who had a reputation.
"No," Tyler answered, and Jeremy's body warmed with relief. "Not really." He wanted to tell Jeremy this wasn't the first time he'd felt something for him, but he decided it was too soon. "You?"
"Nah," Jeremy said. "I mean I've never felt something like this before-well, not towards anyone else. I did kind of feel something earlier this year when we had to work all those days on the float for Founder's day. Remember?"
"I remember," Tyler said. He'd tried and succeeded at not swiveling his head in Jeremy's direction at the latter's admission. So it hadn't been just him. Not for the first time, he admired Jeremy's straightforwardness. Here he was wanting to hide how far back his infatuation with Jeremy went.
"And I did think it was a thing that passed, and then...and then it didn't. And then you were cool and kind of had a personality."
Tyler smiled. "And it turned out the dark cloud over your head wasn't imperative to your survival," he retorted, and Jeremy chuckled.
"So what do we do?" Jeremy asked.
Tyler's chest expanded.
"Nothing's gonna happen to our friendship. Not because of this. Are we, like, trying to have a relationship?"
"You just got out of one," Tyler said, frowning like it should be obvious. "And no, I don't think so. I don't really know; I haven't thought that far."
"How far did you think?"
Tyler's chest expanded again. Now that they were talking about it, he admitted one thing: their friendship would most likely be okay. Jeremy was straightforward. Probably nothing they did had a chance at changing how he related to him, least of all anything sexual.
They weren't going to get back on the road until-
Tyler unbuckled his seat belt and then undid Jeremy's, and he did it so fast, no superpowers needed, that Jeremy didn't see what was happening until Tyler leaned over and grabbed the back of his head. He readied himself just in time to receive Tyler's kiss.
They lost track of time on that field, made out until Jeremy got thirsty, and they pushed past that point still. They didn't stop until Jeremy breathlessly pointed out that someone could have reported sighting their car and they could be visited by some highway patrolman.
So they stopped and Tyler restarted the car, muttering about how abandoned cars with dead bodies in them took longer to get reported. Still, they crossed the state line into Georgia with Jeremy's neck marked by a wide and obvious hickey from Tyler's insistent mouth.
They stopped in South Carolina to make out, this time in the backseat, this time both with a bottle of water. Thirty minutes into this one and Jeremy pulled at Tyler's shirt and slipped his hand underneath. Tyler's stomach quivered at the feel of Jeremy's hand. It was warm and soft, and it was rubbing.
Tyler shifted to open his legs wider, aware of his erection. His hands were in Jeremy's hair, though there wasn't much of it since he'd cut it close to his scalp towards the end of the summer. That had been the rebirth of him noticing him.
Jeremy's hand traveled higher, and Tyler couldn't deal with the teasing. He'd had enough, from his fantasies and from Jeremy...being himself...and now all this kissing. He took Jeremy's hand and shoved it down and made him cup his erection.
Jeremy's chuckle ended the kiss.
"Shut up," Tyler said and kissed him again before he took off Jeremy's shirt. Running his hand down his chest, he asked, "How far are you willing to take this?"
"We did say fucking," Jeremy answered.
Tyler grinned and kissed him again. Then he was a little too aware of himself, a little self-conscious as he unbuckled his own belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped, his eyes never leaning Jeremy's. He sat back when he was done, his heart wanting to pound right out of his chest.
Jeremy's gaze slid from Tyler's face down to the promise in his pants. He'd felt the bulk of it, the sturdiness. He reached inside and held his breath. He hit the barrier of Tyler's briefs and wiggled his fingers past the waist band. He felt his pubic hair and then he felt dick.
It was strange, touching one that wasn't his own, but the strangeness didn't last, because he focused on Tyler. This was Tyler; he was holding Tyler's dick, and it was hard, hard for him, hard because of him, and it was thick. His brain didn't register that it wasn't as thick as his but close. He only registered that it was thick and it felt good in his hand, full.
He pulled it out. It was dark, darker than Tyler's face, which surprised him. But then he figured it made sense. He and Tyler worked out together sometimes, and he'd noticed that Tyler's legs and some patches of skin on his abdomen are also a little darker than his face. His dick was a third different shade from those parts of his body, a light sable brown.
The hardness felt good in his hands and encouraged his own erection. He shifted in the seat, moving his butt as close to the door as possible, and then he reached back to open the door and scooted further, and then he grabbed Tyler's dick and bent down.
"That's not what I-" Tyler exclaimed, panicking.
Jeremy stopped, his skin prickling in trepidation, but he surprised himself by not letting it show in his body language. "This isn't what you wanted?"
Tyler swallowed thickly. His heart was working over time. "I just mean," he was suddenly breathless from his nervousness. "This isn't what I meant. I don't want you-you don't have to. I don't want you to think you have to; this isn't what I meant." He looked away.
Jeremy relaxed now that he saw that his outburst had come from his uncertainty. He decided to tease him. "So then why did you do it?"
"Forget it," Tyler said, a muscle in his jaw ticking, and he reached for his dick to tuck it back in, expecting Jeremy to remove his hand.
"Ty," Jeremy stressed. "I'm just kidding."
Tyler still didn't look at him.
"Besides, I don't think you can put that back in your pants," he said, referring to his erection, and Tyler smiled despite himself. A laugh escaped him in a rush of air when Jeremy added, "It won't be easy."
Tyler finally looked at him.
"I want to," Jeremy assured him.
"Then do it," Tyler responded, as if it was a dare that Jeremy might not follow up on. He couldn't help himself. It was part flirting and part not wanting to open himself up and admit how much he wanted it, craved it.
Jeremy's eyes glinted, recognizing a challenge when it came from Tyler. His grip on Tyler's dick loosened just a little, and then he bent forward and took the tip in his mouth.
Tyler was nervous. He never looked away from Jeremy's bobbing head. He made as little noise as possible, though he shifted in his seat a lot, even lifting off the seat at two different points. He was careful not to touch Jeremy's head. Minutes ticked by, a quarter of an hour, and he didn't feel close to coming. Half an hour, crawling towards forty minutes...
Jeremy stopped and asked him if it was working, if he was feeling anything from what he was doing. Lasting power was one thing; he had lasting power. But that had come from practice. The first time he'd gotten a job, he'd come under fifteen minutes.
"Yeah," Tyler answered. His answer was quick, he nodded too much, and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Jeremy's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine; I swear."
"Do you wanna stop?"
"No."
"Well...my jaw is starting to hurt and I think my thigh fell asleep." His back hurt, too.
"It's working, I swear," Tyler said. "But we can stop if you want," he added in a hurry.
Jeremy licked his lips. Tyler's skin tasted good; he felt perfect in his mouth. "Get out," he said.
Jeremy had to steady himself when he stepped out. Turns out both of his thighs had fallen asleep, and his back was in desperate need of a stretch. He relieved his back once he was steady on his feet.
Tyler held his pants up and chanted in his head, relax, relax, relax. He'd had no idea that crippling nervousness could block an orgasm. In his fantasies, he always came on time.
It was late afternoon, still light out. They could definitely be spotted out here, but he was following Jeremy's lead. He needed to relax.
Jeremy walked to the front of the car and waited for Tyler. When he got close enough, he pulled him in for a deep kiss. Both were dazed at the end of it. "Touch me if you want to," Jeremy said and kneeled.
For some reason, Tyler felt better now that he was outside. He hadn't realized he'd felt enclosed inside the car until he lifted his face toward the sky. He wasn't claustrophobic, but he'd definitely felt cramped in there once Jeremy had accepted his challenge.
Jeremy palmed his cock, and Tyler's heart actually stayed calm. Well...calm in comparison to before. He was still nervous, but this was a good nervous, an excited nervous. He half sat on the car and watched Jeremy take him in his mouth.
Despite being an artist, Tyler wasn't a visual person. He liked to touch things, liked to feel things. That didn't mean he couldn't appreciate beauty, whether it be art or someone's ass, but the feel of Jeremy's mouth on his cock registered in his mind before the look of him on his knees. And his mouth felt great: the sensitivity of his skin extended to the skin on his penis, which he knew from the many times it would rub against his briefs. It was very nice to finally have hot, wet mouth surrounding his dick, rather than fabric.
He didn't compare Jeremy's blow job to the ones he'd gotten in the past. He knew Jeremy had never done this before. The novelty of the experience annihilated any comparisons he would've otherwise made.
Jeremy sucked him slower than before, probably to alleviate the pain in his jaw. He took him in slowly and released him slowly, and he frequently sucked his tip, a detail that Tyler loved a lot. He loved the feel of Jeremy's lips on the head of his cock.
He awkwardly put his hand on Jeremy's head in order to delay the inevitable. He did want to touch him, did want to feel his head going in as he swallowed his cock and then pushing against his hand as he released most of his length. But he even had to get used to that, because when he first settled his hand on Jeremy's head it looked like he was stopping him: his hand just rested on top of Jeremy's head. To help himself relax into it, he moved his hand to the back of Jeremy's head and stroke his hair.
This spurred Jeremy to go a little faster, and Tyler let out a low curse. It was beginning to feel good; he felt his balls hang a little heavier.
He opened his legs a little wider. Jeremy walked the short distance on his knees and rested one of his hands on Tyler's thigh. He'd found a good rhythm on Tyler's cock. It was wet with his saliva. This wasn't a technique on his part: his glands literally watered at the feel of Tyler's dick in his mouth.
"I like that," Tyler forced himself to say when Jeremy once again sucked the head of his dick.
Jeremy listened, staying on the head and feeling Tyler lightly fist his hair before relaxing his hand and flexing it against his scalp. Jeremy licked the length of his dick. There wasn't an inch of skin that went untouched by his tongue. He licked the area on the underside of the head and swirled the tip of his tongue right on the tip of Tyler's dick. This earned him an inhale through clenched teeth from Tyler, and he savored the reaction. He didn't know he'd be this good outside of his daydreams, though he knew chances were likely he could do better. Still, he leaned 100% on sucking dick the same way he ate pussy: with fervor, complete attention, and awareness of the person's responses. Aside from the first time he ate Vicky out, he hasn't had any disappointments from those to whom he's given cunnilingus, so without any experience of giving fellatio, he decided to rely on the same drive that had helped him become very good at cunnilingus.
In doing this, he discovered something that Tyler liked: very wet attention on the head of his dick. And that was how he made him come.
Jeremy still sucked the length of Tyler's dick, but he spent more and more time sucking the head. Tyler's breathing grew labored, and he looked down at Jeremy's bobbing head. He felt his balls grow heavier as combined feel and image of his wet dick sliding out and then disappearing in Jeremy's mouth seared itself on his brain.
"Fuck," he breathed and placed his left hand beside him on the hood. Using his hand for balance, he raised his hips, because he wanted more of his dick in Jeremy's mouth. The more Jeremy sucked the better he got, the better it felt.
Feeling slipped from the fingers forming a fist on Jeremy's head and the blood in his toes did weird things as his orgasm came closer. He felt the air around him warm considerably and when he blinked the day was painted yellow-gold. He looked at Jeremy and saw, and sniffed and felt, the heat coming off his body, made hotter by the heat he himself was emitting. Jeremy's heat wrapped around his nostrils, making his lips slack in desire, and he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring.
"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely, the word barely audible. His muscles tightened, and he felt his balls rise just slightly as he started spewing three months' worth of fantasies and frustration into Jeremy's mouth. His gaze was brought down to Jeremy when the latter made a sound, but he could barely see him. His orgasm had locked him in a haze. He tried to see but he was all about feeling at the moment: the heat from the hood of the car, Jeremy's heat, Jeremy's hair and head, the friction of Jeremy's lips slide, sliding against the taunt skin of his dick to suck the life out of him, his dick growing more sensitive yet craving more of Jeremy's lips.
He groaned, a broken and desperate sound, jerking his hips in Jeremy's face.
Jeremy swallowed his come, almost overwhelmed by how much of it there was. He couldn't catch it all, some dripping down his chin, some coating the top of his lip, some because he couldn't swallow fast enough and needed to take a breath before he opened his throat up for more.
Tyler grunted the last shudder, and it became the most erotic sound Jeremy had ever heard. He licked Tyler's penis clean while the other boy caught his breath, even getting the come that had rolled down to his balls.
Tyler thought maybe he'd keep going and actually lick his balls, realized he wanted that, but Jeremy just went back up the length of his penis. Spent, he lowered his hips back down on the hood.
"Jesus," he breathed.
Jeremy smiled and wrapped his fist around Tyler's dick and stroke up and let it go.
"Practiced, have you?"
Jeremy chuckled. "That's what you say? Woah."
Tyler smiled, mostly because Jeremy was talking with come on his mouth. His smile faltered when he watched him thoroughly lick it off, even swiping his index finger over his lip to make sure he got everything.
"Ty, your eyes..." Jeremy pointed out, but Tyler was focused on something else now. There was something new in the air, something wavy and dense. He'd seen it before, the few times sleeping with Caroline had woken the Lycan in him. It was his supernatural energy. He'd emitted it while coming. It was more glorious when he was chained up and fighting off his transition and right after he transitioned. It danced in the air, livened it. He often focused on it in a desperate bid to calm the absolute panic he felt while transforming. He'd seen something like that only two other times and dreamed of seeing it again. The supernatural energy had outmatched the one he gave off. The first time he'd realized he wasn't the only one who gave off energy was the night of the sacrifice, when Bonnie's magic had rolled through the woods while he'd been running on all fours. He'd chased after the vampires, but a smaller, though not less noticeable, part of him had wanted to run towards the magic.
The second time he'd seen it had also been from Bonnie...
"I'm fine," he answered, distracted.
"Did you like it?" Jeremy decided to ask, since Tyler was focusing on something else.
Tyler looked down at him. He couldn't believe he was asking. Was he not listening to him before? Although...he himself had asked the question to girls. Well...a girl...once. And not even the first time he ate a girl out. But he usually felt like he did a good job, which probably wasn't a good reason not to ask, though he swore he did do a good job most of those times.
"Are you kidding? You did this," he said and blinked to emphasize his yellow eyes. They were a pale yellow now, fading as the seconds ticked by and he got farther away from the orgasm.
Jeremy wanted to hear the words. He always wanted to hear the words, wanted to know exactly how the person on the other side of his lips felt he'd done.
"It was amazing." Tyler smiled.
Jeremy licked his lips and returned the smile. "And that," he began, pointing up at Tyler's eyes as he stood up, "Happens all the time?"
"No, not all the time. The first time I had sex as a werewolf, and it happened two times after. When I was really horny and hard up."
"Hard up. Well that explains your attitude the past couple of days," Jeremy said as he swiped dirt off the knees of his pants.
Tyler ignored the truthful jab and stepped forward. He grabbed Jeremy's head and kissed him as soon as he looked up. He simultaneously couldn't identify the taste on Jeremy's tongue and knew what it was.
Jeremy's heart skidded and tripped, and Tyler felt like his chest was on fire.
"You're warm," Jeremy said gravelly when they parted, Tyler's palms still framing his face.
"I know."
His eyes were their usual dark brown now.
His palms started sweating as soon as he took them from Jeremy's face and slid them down to the belt of his pants. His eyes trailed his hands, partly out of nervousness. Jeremy had sucked him off, but was he ready for reciprocation?
He looked up and swallowed the question.
A small smile lit Jeremy's face and this time he framed Tyler's face and kissed him, slow and lasting.
Tyler undid his belt, buttons and zipper through the kiss and slid his pants and briefs down. He broke the kiss, and, with his own dick still hanging out, he dropped to his knees, craned his neck, and licked Jeremy's balls into his mouth.
The surprised rush of air Jeremy expelled would echo in his ears for the rest of the ride home.
Present Day, Mystic Falls
"I haven't been to Bonnie's house," Jeremy answered. He could swear the stinging in his back intensified, as if it was tied to whether he told the truth or not.
"So not her house, then," Tyler ventured. When Jeremy stayed stoic, too stoic, Tyler dropped his head. "Are you riding with me to this thing or you going with Elena?"
"I'll ride with you," Jeremy answered and grinned.
Tyler smiled and shook his head. He could pull the answer out of him later.