Chapter 1 - Once upon a time

Song: Taylor Swift - Sparks Fly

Once upon a time there was a prince, a really wealthy one, or at least his parents were, whose had all the seas, all the mountains. They ruled the lands, countries, even the sky. They were not that bad people, others liked them, or at least pretended to, and they did the same. The royal couple was so busy, managing the whole kingdom, they didn't really care about the soon-to-be-king prince. He was handsome and charming, all the girls wanted to be his girlfriends, and the guys wanted to be his buddies. He dated all the famous and big ones like Cinderella, Snow White or Poccahontas, although he wasn't desperate to meet Little Red Riding Hood (she liked being beaten, god knows why). His best buddies were the Grimm Brothers and Peter Pan. In the outside it seemed like he enjoyed the attention, but inside the hurt and pain – caused by the lack of his parents' love - started to grow in him.

Year after year, his parents didn't give a crap what happened to him, didn't throw him a single birthday party, didn't even talk to him. The only time the prince had a little family bonding, when his father beat the crap out of him. In the begining, the prince thought he did something wrong, so he tried his best to be a better person. He even visited a 3 month long 'How to be more fairy?' course by the Fairy Godmother. It had nothing effect on anything. But as years passed, he realized his dad was simply a violent jerk, who didn't know how to handle his agression. He was worse than the Great Dragon. The prince didn't know what to do, so he did the only thing he could: he started to become like his father. Day after day he drank a lot, attended to parties (mostly thrown by Alice, at his bar named Wonderland, and you would be surprised how this little girl's parties always got a wilde end) and got drunk, messed around with a lot of girls (not just the royal ones), and slowly the kind and nice prince disapperared. He became a jerk, just like his dad did. It was like a course. A Royal Jerk Course.

He so much used to this kind of things, he didn't even noticed when he hurt other people. He was still popular, so no one tried to stop him, everybody let him do what he wanted. If he hurt somebody, that somebody wouldn't even dare to mention it, because no one wanted to get into a fight with the prince, who of course was the champion of the kingdom. He was way better than Lancelot, the knight. But one day the unimaginable happened: the prince got a really big punch in the face. Literally.

He was in the field, training for the next championship, when he saw a young boy, lying in the grass. He was so peaceful, eyes closed, humming a little song, which sounded like a lullaby. He got closer to him, didn't really care to stay in silent. He was so annoyed and mad, because earlier had a huge fight with his father, but this humming somehow realexed him, so he walked to the boy, and realized, he was one of the boys who worked in the castle kitchen. Calling him a boy was correct, seemed like he was around 15, but couldn't be older than 17. The prince must had made a noise, because the boys eyes opened so fast. As he learnt who was starring at him, he started to stand up to walk away without a single word. It was kind of rare, because everybody would have at least welcomed the prince in the appropriate way. But that was not the main reason the prince stood up. He wanted him to stay, because the lullaby made him feel good, he didn't want it to stop, but he forgot a long time ago how to ask someone in a nice way. He was used to order people to do things he wanted, so that was what he did. As the words left his mouth, he knew something went wrong, seeing as the boy's face darkened. He could have repeated his question a little nicer, but he didn't care, he told the boy again, what he wanted. The 15-year-old just stood there frozen for a second, then he turned around and walked away. Or at least tried.

The prince ran after him, and grabbed his arm to turn him around, but he tripped up, and fell, pulling the boy with him. The boy fell right on the top of the prince, their whole body touched everywhere. Their lips were so close, they could feel each other breaths. The prince looked in the boy's eyes and shivered. It was so intense. He didn't feel comfortable, because the look made him feel awful. He felt the boy was angry and furious. He pushed him to get up, that's when he got the first punch. For seconds he was shocked. Nobody ever punched him, nobody dared to do it. He blocked and closed the memories of his dad's beat ups in the back of his mind, that was why he was amazed by the boy. He surely had courage. He didn't no why, but thought he just let this one go, but then the second punch arrived. And the third. And even though he wasn't planning to have a fight with that kid, he wouldn't let him just to beat him up. So he punched back.

Minutes went on, and they still were fighting. After about 15 minutes constant fist fight, they both stopped at the same time, and fell on the ground. Lying on their back they were so close again, their arms and legs were touching, which made the prince feel happy. It was strange to him, to feel happy again, and the fact, that it was caused by a simple touch from that kid. It was so confusing, so he just started to laugh. Moments later the boy joined in, they both laughed so hard and loud, it echoed all over the field. The prince didn't know why or how, but that laughter made him feel alive again, just like the lullaby did. He could worry about what would be next, what would happen the next day, would they actually talk sometimes, or would they fight over and over again, but he didn't want to think about those kind of things. He just wanted to enjoy the moment. A moment full of laughter.

After days, weeks and month time they spent together, they grew really close. Of course they had a lot more fights, but they also laughed together, joked around a lot. And even though, the prince didn't wanted to admit it, he felt awesome. To him it was liket being a kid again. It made him happy, that he didn't have to be the prince, he just simply could be himself, without expectations. It was so unbelieveable to him in the begining, but as people say, you can used to the good things very fast. So he did. They shared all their thoughts, all their feelings. It didn't happen over one night, but as time passed, they learned that they can trust eachother, so everything just seemed to work out. The prince started to cancel the wilde parties, the hanging-outs with his royal friends, he so much clingged to the other boy, that one day he suddenly realized he only could think about him, and quiet frankly he just wished they could never be apart. A couple month earlier these feelings, feelings for a boy would have crushed him, but then, the only thing he could think about was the boy, whose 16th birthday was coming up. So the prince made a plan: on the big night, he would reveal his feelings. He started to organize everything (he got a little help from Cupido), instead of throwing a huge party, he thought a little, romantic dinner on the top of the royal castle, where you could see a big part of the kingdom, would be perfect.

Right before dinner, he put on his suit, and looked into the mirror. He smiled at his outfit, and asked a question out loud. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the sexiest of them all? The answer was what he expected, he was hot, but the boy was way hotter. He of course knew that already, but it made him feel happier, that someone else, even if a magic mirror, thought the same. He rushed out of the room, up to the top, to make sure everything was ready. Earlier, he didn't tell the boy why, just asked him to come up the roof at midnight. As he looked around, his heart was racing, and started to panic, what if the other one didn't feel the same way. What if he made a joke of himself? But he didn't have any more time to think about it, because behind him the door cracked open. He turned around to see the boy come closer. As their gazes met, the prince worries just went away, like he never had doubts. He stepped close too, and took the boy's hand, who, after looked around, looked surprised and uncertain what excatly was going on. And then, under the starry sky in the warm summer night, the prince revealed his feelings. He told the boy, he was in love with him, and from then, he never wanted to be apart, he wanted to be with him forever. After he finished he looked into the other boy's shinning eyes. He hoped the boy would say something, but he didn't. He just smiled, but after seeing the prince started to worry, he leand closer and give a kiss to the prince. On the lips.

It was… undescribeable.

But just to let everyone know, as their lips met fireworks started in the backround. And it wasn't the prince's idea, no one planned it, it just happened, because in tales everything is possible. Just like above, a prince and a kitchen boy can fall in love. And it doesn't matter what happened after the kiss, it's another story. What does matter, that at that moment those two boys were the happiest people in the world.

- So – started Jeremy hesitantly -, how did you like it?

- Well, it was not bad – answered Tyler with a huge grin on his face. They lay on Jeremy's bed. Tyler loved to be here, it felt home to him, much more like at his own. He could be with Jeremy without sneaking, and even could be himself.

- Not bad, huh? – Jeremy raised an eyebrow. I was watching you, while I was telling my absolutely amazing story, and you couldn't stop smiling. So don't tell me, it was 'not bad', cuz it was great.

- Yeah, well I have to admit, it was quite funny and entertaining, it's just… - Tyler stopped, and looked into Jeremy's eyes. He loved the other one's brown eyes, he could watched them all they. They were beautiful.

- It's just, what? – asked Jeremy. He couldn't not notice the little smile in the corner of Tyler's mouth.

- It's just, I thought there would be a little more… action – said Tyler with a malicious smirk.

- Gosh, Tyler – Jeremy started with a little annoyed voice -, not everything is about sex, you know. There are other qualities in life. By the way, it was a fairy tale, how'd you react if the Fairy Godmother had started an orgy with guys only above 60. Or do you really wanna see as the king uses his big dildo to have a little henky-penky with the slutty Snow White? Who is white, because she is covered with… - Jeremy looked to the direction of Tyler, who had a huge grin on his face.

- Oh, god, how stupid can I be, to give you actual fantasies? And I honestly thought, that we're quite good in sex and stuff, but you obviously miss something, if you need some sex story to turn you on.

- Finished? – Tyler asked. I knew you were nuts, but that's why I love you. So, just for you know, firstly, we're way better than just good in sex, we're gods. At least, I am. Secondly, what I meant was a little action between the prince and the boy. And thirdly, I don't need anything to turn me on, because when I'm with you, I can be hard in a sec. See? – He took Jeremy's hand, and placed it on the front of his pants, so the boy could feel his hard on.

- Urgh, yeah, well I can see, I mean feel, what you mean – he said, and blushed.

- You know, when you're blushing you're so cute, that the only thing I want is to… - started Tyler.

- To what? – asked Jeremy in a more flirty way.

- To make love – breathed out Tyler, as he leaned in and started to bite Jeremy's ears. He wasn't expecting the other, to moan so loudly. God, Jeremy I think everybody heard that in the whole town.

- Sorry, but oh, my god… Stop it… I mean don't even think abouuuu…t to stop. Ty…

- You're not gonna come into your pants, because of a little kissing, are you? – chuckled Tyler, while he was kissing the boy's neck. It was so soft, he could do it all day long.

- Okay, the show is over – Jeremy moaned again, but also stopped Tyler. He pushed him aside gently. By the way, make love? What expression is that? We're not in the 40s.

- I thought we're in a fairy tale, my little kitchen boy.

- You're right, my Prince charming. But no funny business. Everybody could walk in, they're downside – he said warningly.

- Fine, but you owe me – said Tyler, in a perverse tone.

- Oh-oh, why do I get the feeling, I will have to pay for this a lot?

- You know me too well, Jer.

- Unfortunately, I do – laughed Jeremy. He then lay next to Tyler, and let the older boy hug him with one arm. They lay there for a couple minutes in silent, his head rested on Tyler's chest.

- So, can you relate to anybody from the story? – asked Jeremy.

- Like Prince Charming?

- Yeah like him.

- It was obvious. I'm just as great as him. Even greater.

- Any details?

- I have a gorgeous body, a nice smile, my hair is perfect, I have cool clothes, I'm popular and rich, and I have the best boyfriend ever.

- I'm not so sure about the things you said. I mean I am your boyfriend, and I am the best, but what's with the other stuff?

- What do you mean?

- I don't think you have a nice smile, your hair is not perfect, your clothes are expensive, but average, and nowadays you're not so popular, and you're not rich. Your parents are.

- Now that you're thinking about it – said Tyler sarcastically -, why are you even with me?

- Because you do have a gorgeous body!

- I knew it, you keep me only for sex.

- Absolutely.

- Now I'm hurt.

- Don't be such a delicate flower. It's not fit you. – When Tyler hadn't answered him in minutes, Jeremy looked a little confused, worried. What's wrong Ty? – he asked him.

- So technically you think I'm a looser? – asked Tyler in a sad voice.

- What? – Jeremy got shocked. Of course not. I was joking. Listen to me very carefully – he looked into the older boy's eyes -, cuz I'm telling you: you don't have a nice smile, because your smile is not just nice, it's breathtaking. Everytime you smile I feel butterflies in my stomach, and no matter how sad I was, it always makes me happy. Your hair and clothes, your style is so… you. It makes me want you even more. I don't care about popularity, I only care about us, being together. I love you, I can't even say it how much. You should know that by now. – After he finished, he saw Tyler smile grow into a huge smile.

- If I know, you can talk like that, I would have brought this up earlier. So you love so much, you can't even tell me? – he asked smugly.

- Idiot. – That was the only thing Jeremy said, but they both know he didn't mean it.

- Asshole.

- Jackass.

- Punk.

- Egoist.

- Fuck you.

- Screw you.

- Go to hell.

- Only, if you're coming with me.

- Well, I'm not sure about the hell, but I can come, if you... help me.

- With pleasure.

Much later, they lay in eachother arms, under a blanket, naked, feeling fairy.

- I love you, Prince Charming.

- I love you, kitchen boy.

And they lived happily ever after.

Author Note: So, this is my very first Jyler fic. I'm so excited, hope you too. Let me know, what you think. :)