Jeremy Gilbert opened his eyes. The past four months have left him in a haze. He couldn't see anything. For a while he couldn't see what was going on around him. It was as if the grief took over and he lost the will to function. Everything was blurry. Things were going so great - until they weren't.
Jeremy climbed off the bed as best he could. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up his sleeping buddy. He stood at the foot of the bed searching for his underwear. The room was dimly lit and clothes scattered the floor. Jeremy looked at the floor hoping to find something that reminded him of his own clothes. No such luck. He reached down and grabbed the only pair of underwear he saw. They weren't nearly as comfortable as his own boxer-briefs, but they will do.
Just as Jeremy slid on his jeans which had somehow managed to hang themselves on the doorframe, a noise from behind him caught his attention. He spun around to see that the sheets were stirring. Jeremy tried to grab his shirt as he quickly slid on his socks. He couldn't make himself deal with this. The morning after. Things were going so great that Jeremy might actually be starting to feel happy again.
Tyler Lockwood opened his eyes as he sat up in his bed. "Hey Jere! Leaving already?" Tyler pushed the sheets away from his body and got out of bed. He smiled as the sunlight filtered into the room and landed on his naked chest. Jeremy felt his heart beat faster. He felt blood rushing all over him giving him a new sense of life. Looking at Tyler Lockwood's naked body made Jeremy hard. Even better, it made him feel whole.
Tyler walked over to Jeremy and pulled him into a kiss. "The least you can do is say goodbye." his voice whispered softly in Jeremy's ears. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as their hands explored each other's bodies. Two bodies rubbing against each other created tons of friction for both boys. Tyler moaned as he slid his hands over Jeremy's lower body. There was no way Tyler was going to let Jeremy leave. Not today.