Okay so I really had to write something about this, because I have become completely obsessed with this couple and the trailer for season 3 has created soooo many questions in my head !
So here is a short story I have written, trying to fill in the blanks between the two (waaay too) short glimpses we get of the Tyrus situation in the trailer.
Just so you know, I haven't really watched the first episodes of season 3, so I'll just use the fact that Cyrus took a dance class, but other than that it's purely the first 2 seasons and the trailer for season 3 that I took my inspiration from.
English not being my native language (this will actually be a translation of the fanfiction I first wrote in French) I apologize in advance for the errors I will undoubtedly make…
So okay, here we go !
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Cyrus didn't have class this afternoon.
Problem was, the rest of the Good Hair Crew apparently had a much fuller social life than his… So here he was, alone, friendless, abandoned by the whole world. As the weather was pretty good for an Autumn day he had decided to take a walk outside, without any specific place to go in mind. This solitary wandering appeared to him to be a poetical paramount. He was sure every major dramatic author used to found their inspiration during long walks, alone with their thoughts. Well okay, it might have been better along a scottish cliff, but american streets were the best he could offer.
An hour passed before Cyrus had to admit that literally no lyrical inspiration had come to him and that, instead, he was sooo bored.
He was heading to the park, hoping to find at least some distraction on the swings, when he heard the invasive and growing sound of a motorcycle approaching.
To his surprise he saw the biker slow down and stop close to him.
Cyrus didn't know anything about motorbikes, but he was pretty sure this one was called a "motocross". The man riding it was wearing a blue, red and white leather suit matching the bike and a big white helmet.
He waved at Cyrus and said something that the boy did not understand because of the helmet.
"Hum… Sorry, I didn't quite get that… May I help you ?" he asked, cautiously.
The biker appeared to understand the problem, his shoulders trembled as if he was laughing, and he started working on his helmet buckle under his chin.
When he managed to take it off, Cyrus's heart dropped on his stomach and came right up, making him pretty nauseated. In front of him stood T.J., a large smile on his beautiful face.
"What's up Cy? asked the tall blond man still smiling. What are you doing around here?"
Giving time to his organs to get back in place, Cyrus stuttered a bit.
"Well… hum.. I don't have class… so hem…"
Crap! Why couldn't he think of an explanation that would not reveal how empty his social life was ?
But T.J., apparently getting that he was alone and without any plan, said:
"Hey, if you're not doing anything special why don't you come with me ?! I'm meeting some friends at the quarry, should be fun!"
Cyrus was about to eagerly accept, so happy to find people he could hang out with (and, more than anything, extatic to know he was going to spend time with T.J.) when he realized what this offer implied. He didn't actually plan… on going… riding this thing?
"Huuuuum… yeah yeah sure thing… sure thing…, he said with a nervous laugh. But hem… couldn't we… I don't know, take a cab? Or a bus? How about hitchhiking?"
T.J. laughed:
"Cyrus, I'm meeting my friends to do some motocross, I'm not gonna leave my bike here! Come on man, I promise I'm a great driver, trust me. It's not even far, it's just outside the city!"
His comforting smile created a knot in Cyrus's stomach. Then T.J. patted the back of his seat and, with a provocative chin movement, said:
"You went almost as high as me on the swing, don't tell me a little speed scares you. Hop on Underdog!"
Cyrus bit his lips several times, weighted pros and cons, and finally mustered his courage to hop on this hellish machine.
"I promise you I won't go too fast and I'll be even more careful than usual, promised T.J. in a comforting tone. Hold on to me if you w…"
He had barely given this authorization that Cyrus had thrown his arms around T.J.'s waist and was holding him as to suffocate him.
T.J. made a nervous laugh and put his helmet on. He took extra care of not making a too sudden start and speeded up progressively. He could feel Cyrus's hold get stronger at every turn and could imagine the fear of the young man who had buried his face against the biker's back.
They drove this way for twenty minutes. Progressively Cyrus opened his eyes and started to realize that this ride of the devil was quite stable. But above all he realized how close he was to T.J.. He couldn't believe it! He was completely glued to the basketball player! If he had known that when getting up this morning…
They finally started to slow down, entered a forest and, at the end of a dirt road, stumbled upon a large sand quarry, in which five or six bikers were driving up and down the sand mounds, sometimes jumping from one to another.
T.J. slowed down and stopped the bike. As soon as he could feel they were not moving anymore Cyrus jumped out with relief, and T.J. found himself without the arms that were wrapped so tight around him a second ago. He was surprised to realize how much he was annoyed by that. He could especially feel the cold bite his back where Cyrus used to be. Unpleasant…
However, he was thrilled to see the big smile on Cyrus, who was looking at him as if he could not believe it.
"WOOOOAAAAH ! That was AMAZING ! Well, okay I kept my eyes closed almost all the time… But this feeling of speed ! Incredible !"
Suddenly T.J. was really happy to have kept his helmet on… He was sure he was blushing! Cyrus's enthusiasm, his bright eyes, his cheeks redden by the wind, his messy hair, his big amazed smile…
"Can't believe how beautiful he is…" he thought for a second before shaking his head to get this stupid statement out of his mind.
He got down of this bike, took off his helmet and moved toward his friends, an arm around Cyrus's shoulders. "Happy you enjoyed it Underdog!"
His friends had stopped a moment their bikes on their hills to wave at the newcomers.
"Guys! Meet Cyrus, shouted T.J.. He came to admire the show!"
The 5 guys waved at Cyrus and one of them shouted "I hope you warned him about how lousy you are!", making the others burst out laughing.
"Extremely funny Jim! retorted T.J.. I promised him several slips and falls on your part, don't disappoint me man !"
"Keep on dreaming! yelled the one called Jim. Today I destroy you, blond boy !"
They kept on like this for a minute and afterT.J. showed to Cyrus a tree trunk where he could sit, he put his helmet back on and got on his bike.
Cyrus sat between backpacks that had been left there and watched T.J., standing on his bike, as he easily escalated one of the sand hill.
He kept his eyes on him as he was jumping from one mound to the other, feeling his stomach shrink to the idea that he might fall down.
He kept on staring at the blond man and his mind started to wander, going back to that ride where he had been closer than ever to T.J.. He was really looking forward to do it again on the way back! But after that what? What excuse could he find to glue himself to him again?...
"Shit… You're really too much into him, that's ridiculous…" he thought while shaking his head.
He was trying to spot T.J. again among the bikers when he realized one of them was coming his way.
He looked at him curiously while the biker stopped his ride a few meters away from him and took off his helmet, revealing a young blond man with hair falling on his eyes.
"Hey! he called. Can you bring me the green backpack please ? »
Cyrus took a look around and, spotting the backpack, took it and brought it to the biker.
"Thanks man! the young man shouted with a large smile. I am sooo thirsty ! » he said while getting a gourd out of the bag.
He drank some long gulps and dried his mouth with his sleeve. Then he looked at Cyrus while closing the gourd.
"You're called Cyrus, right?" he asked.
Cyrus nodded.
"I'm Jim! Aren't we in the same dance class ?"
Cyrus almost choked on his own saliva. What ?
Jim burst in laughing seeing Cyrus' shocked face.
"I swear we are! Okay, we only had one class so far, but I'm sure!"
"No… I mean yeah maybe… articulated Cyrus, still not believing the situation. It's just that… This may be the last thing I was expecting to hear here !"
They both laughed, then Cyrus apologized:
"I'm sorry, I'm really bad at faces… And, if we're completely honest… During that class I was mostly focused on "trying not to die", I barely noticed the people around me!"
They laughed again, and their hilarity increased when Jim tried to say that Cyrus did really well with the choreography which made Cyrus point out that the three people around him had fallen because of how he methodically bumped into them.
They were in the middle of their conversation when a voice echoed in the quarry :
"Oy Jim! Didn't you say you were gonna show us what you could do ? What the hell are you waiting for ?!"
Cyrus realized it was T.J. who had yelled from the hill where he had stopped to watch them.
Jim shrugged and turn to wink at Cyrus before putting his helmet back on and starting his engine.
Cyrus saw T.J. staring at him a bit longer (at least he guessed so, his helmet being oriented in his direction), then his friend started his bike and disappeared down the hill.
The young man sat back on the trunk and kept watching the bikers do their acrobatic tricks, while letting his mind wander around (it actually frequently came back to a certain basketball player, but Cyrus was working on bringing it back to more "realistic" stuff).
An hour later, while evening and cold were arriving, he saw T.J. come down and stop. He took off his helmet and gestured to Cyrus that they were leaving.
Cyrus run towards smiling (so SO happy to be able to snuggle up again against the blond boy's back, let's be honest).
"So? Who won ?"
Truth was, he did NOT understand how they could know who was better than the other… T.J. didn't answer and Cyrus concluded that he had lost. That must be the reason of his long face.
A bit embarrassed by his friend's silence he tried to distract him.
"In any case it's a good thing we're going, it's freezing! If I had known I was gonna have such a rebellious day I would have brought a little muffler or something."
He was very happy to see he had managed to draw a small smile on T.J.'s face.
But the smile disappeared as soon as they heard:
"Hey! Wait ! Cyrus ! "
It was Jim, arriving toward them on his bike, helmet off. Cyrus got closer to him.
"Are you guys leaving?" asked Jim
"Oh hum yeah… I thought T.J. had told you!" said Cyrus, looking at his friend.
T.J., jaw clenched, said nothing and turned away his eyes.
"It was cool talking to you, said Jim with a smirk. Hey… I wanted to ask you. Would you go to the movies with me tomorrow night? They're playing West Side Story, that might motivate you to keep dancing!" he added, still smiling.
Cyrus burst out laughing and agreed with pleasure. Hearing T.J.'s bike roaring he jumped a bit and, waving at Jim, ran toward T.J..
He had barely put his ass on the bike that T.J. was driving away.
OoO
They had been driving for 10 minutes when T.J. stopped at a Stop sign and slightly turned his head toward Cyrus:
"Why do you keep twisting your hands? I can feel it against my waist…"
Cyrus apologized profusely, thinking he had blocked his driving.
"Sorry! I won't do it again! It's just that… It's really freezing… with the wind and everything… I felt like my fingers were freezing, and then I thought that… well if my fingers froze I couldn't hold myself anymore, and so that I would hem… well, die…"
TJ made a quick laugh, then, after a short hesitation, he slipped a hand under his arm and opened a zipper along his side. He repeated the action on the other side, revealing what Cyrus thought to be pockets.
"Put your hands in there and hold on"
Cyrus obeyed but had the surprise to feel T.J.'s t-shirt under his fingers. They were aeration holes, not pockets.
"But my hands will freeze you!" shout Cyrus.
"Don't worry, said T.J. in a neutral voice. The jacket will warm them quickly. And it's my fault, I didn't think how you would be cold by the end of the day…"
Cyrus hesitated for a bit and then put his hands inside the holes. He hesitated again a second and placed them on T.J.'s stomach that he felt contracting.
T.J. started his bike.
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Cyrus couldn't believe it… He was on a motorbike, stuck again against T.J., but this time he literally had his hands around his waist, without the cold separation of the leather jacket.
He could feel the young man's abs under his hands! He could feel, through the T-shirt, the shape of T.J.'s body… He was touching him like he wouldn't have dared to do it in his wildest dreams!
He was trying not to move too much, but he couldn't help himself, and once or twice, when he thought it could be seen as "adjusting his position", he moved his hands around, discretely exploring the athlete's body. Really, he could NOT believe it… T.J. Kippen… in his hands…
T.J., on his side, didn't even know who is was anymore…
He had the very unpleasant surprise to find out that his friend Jim had developed a crush on Cyrus (it was sooooo obvious! I mean come on!). He didn't know why just seeing them together, laughing and chatting, had created this really disagreeable hunch that led him to interrupt them by screaming like a retard. He then had ruminated on the matter for a whole hour, almost breaking his neck several times as he was not focused on his bike. His friends and him had planned to go grab a bite together afterwards, but he had realized that it would have meant leaving a new opportunity to Jim to hit on Cyrus. He didn't know if Cyrus was gay, like Jim, but just in case, he did not want AT ALL to give a chance to Jim to make a move. Why ? He wasn't really sure…
When he had had enough of asking questions he didn't know how to answer he decided to stood up everyone and get Cyrus out of this place, where he wished he had never taken him…
And then this mo$ king Jim overtook him and bluntly invited Cyrus to a date ! And Cyrus said yes! Probably not realizing what it meant though. At least that's what T.J. hoped for…
T.J. was tormenting himself with these thoughts when he had realized the strange behavior of Cyrus's hands.
And now…. Now he didn't know who he was or where he was.
Cyrus's hands were on him. His HANDS. Of CYRUS. On HIS BODY.
He was feeling them, through his t-shirt. Smaller than his own hands, but still, the hands of a man. He could feel his fingers press his skin when he was clenching his hands during a turn. Every time Cyrus moved a hand to adjust his position it was like a caress through the fabric, on the young man's body. He felt him "caress" his abs, his waistline, at one point practically reaching his chest. T.J. was hot. So hot… He could feel his heart tighten up, and the warmth feel his stomach…
Cyrus was glued to him and caressing him, and he didn't want it to stop. Ever. What was going on with him ? He tried to tell himself that, as he could not see Cyrus, he could imagine that it was a girl behind him, and that, hell, a caressing hand is genderless… But that wouldn't do… In his mind there was a very clear picture of Cyrus's face, his bright eyes, his smile, his body against his own, his hands… My God his hands…
Cyrus's voice cut short his delirium, like fresh water on his burning mind.
"Hum… T.J…. Shouldn't we have arrived yet?"
T.J. realized that he had, more or less consciously, largely extended the way by making absurd detours.
Trying to regain control on his body (especially the lower part of it, which, to his great shame, was acting with a mind of its own…) he mumbled an excuse:
"Hem.. yeah yeah don't worry… I was just scared that there might be police controls, and, well, you don't have a helmet on so…"
"Right! Good call! said Cyrus, tightening a bit his hold on T.J. who was about to drive them in the ditch, as the excessive amount of blood in his face blurred his vision.
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So T.J. proceeded to get Cyrus home, glad that this traumatic situation would end soon, and at the same time fearing the moment when the young man's body and hands would leave him.
Once they were in front of his house Cyrus did not go down immediately, and they remained stuck to each other, in silence, none of them willing to move.
Then Cyrus, thinking he was the only one confused by their proximity, forced himself to get down the bike. They were both surprised by the cold biting them.
T.J. removed his helmet as Cyrus, dancing from one foot to the other, was thanking him:
"It was really cool! Thanks for giving me something to do this afternoon, but above all thank you so much for making me live the wildest adventure of my life, a motorbike ride !"
T.J. felt a pinch to his stomach, seeing again this wide smile that he loved to arouse on the boy.
After a moment of hesitation Cyrus waved at him and started to walk to his house, but he was interrupted by T.J.'s voice:
"Are you gonna go tomorrow? With Jim I mean…"
Cyrus, surprised, turned around.
"Of course! he said with a smile. He's cool!"
He could see on his friend's face that he wanted to say something else, brows furrowed and clenched jaw, so he waited patiently.
T.J. finally dropped, looking bored:
"You do know that it's a date, right? It's not to hang around as mates or whatever."
Cyrus's jaw dropped.
"A date?" he repeated, not believing it.
Then T.J. saw the young man's face go from surprise to fear.
"But… I've never really been on a date! shout Cyrus with horror. What am I supposed to do on one ? I have no idea how one's supposed to behave on a date! And I don't even know him that well!"
T.J. looked at him, not believing his ears. Cyrus was shocked because he was afraid to go on a date, and clearly not because Jim was a guy… So he WAS gay. So he was going to go to that date with Jim. And they were going to be dating. Be a couple, kiss each other, touch each other…
Not knowing what to do anymore, and REALLY NOT wishing to give any advice on dating to Cyrus, TJ forced himself to shrug as if he didn't care a bit, and quickly put his helmet back on before loudly starting his bike, and drove away, ignoring Cyrus's voice calling him.
He had forgotten to close up the holes on his vest. The wind rushed in and the cold gripped T.J.'s body.
OoO
Cyrus had come home slowly, trying to process the events of the day.
He waved at his parents, told them he was not hungry and got to his room.
A LOT of things had happened during the afternoon, but that brutal split with T.J. a moment ago was the main concern of his thoughts. Why on earth had he gone so quickly ? They had had a very good time earlier though, hadn't they ?
Slowly, Cyrus got to the conclusion that the reason of this behavior had to be in their last conversation.
Cyrus did not lingered on the fact that he had officially a date tomorrow. He would think about that enough on the D day.
However he played and replayed the conversation in his head, trying to see if something could have offended T.J..
And all of a sudden, the absolute madness of his reaction hit him. When learning that Jim had invited him to a romantic date he did not react at the right part of the sentence! The fool! He had revealed his homosexuality to T.J. by accident! The fool! Stupid! Stupid!
Cyrus was pulling his hair while pacing nervously around in his room.
How could he be so stupid?! A straight guy would have obviously said "Whaaaat? Jim is gay? Woah woah woah I'm not! Tell him I won't go, I will be too busy staring at cheerleaders, or fighting with other straight dudes!". Or something like that… Truth was, he had no idea how a straight guy would react in such a situation. In any case, NOT wondering how to behave during that date…
Cyrus slid down along the cupboard and hit his head on the door.
How could he reveal his secret like that ?... This was why T.J. had left. He was expecting to laugh with Cyrus about how ridiculous the situation was, and instead he had found himself with a panicking homo, stressed at the idea of going out with a cute guy…
Cyrus took his head in his hands. This was really not how he had imagined things would go. He didn't want him to find out this way… He didn't exactly know how he wanted it, but not like this!
T.J…. After this afternoon spent in his company Cyrus was more than ever hooked on him… And that bike ride… He had had T.J. for himself for close to an hour, his vibrating body between his hands, against his torso…
Cyrus pulled his blanket to him and rolled himself in it, on the floor.
Tomorrow he would go talk to T.J., to know if his sexuality really was an issue for him. But, even if he was terrified at the idea that his friend would reject him, tonight he didn't want to think about it. Tonight he just wanted to fall asleep in the warm memory of his proximity with the blond young man.
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On the other side of the town, T.J. almost did not sleep. He felt terrible about how he abandoned Cyrus like that, without a word, like he was pissed at him, when they just had a great afternoon together.
But above all he was scared by what he started to understand… Terrified by what he was feeling…
He always had a special bond with Cyrus. He loved to listen to him talk about anything. The time when Cyrus had told him, looking at him straight in the eyes, that nothing was wrong with him, after he told him about his learning disability, was carved in his memory and in his heart. Now that he was thinking about it, he was wondering if it was not exactly at that moment that he had started feeling… weird stuff… for the young man.
Lately he had realized that making him smile was bringing him more joy than anything else.
So far he had just thought that it was just a friendship a bit… peculiar.
But the facts were the facts: he could not stand the idea of Cyrus being in relationship with someone else.
This afternoon had been a major disruptive moment. First it had showed him how jealous he could get… And then, how much he wanted Cyrus.
Physically. Romantically.
If Cyrus needed something, if he was sad, happy, scared, enthusiast, whatever, he wanted to be the first person that he would go to. He wanted to be the only one that mattered in his life.
And he wanted to glue himself to Cyrus. He wanted to hold him. He wanted to kiss him. Feel his lips against his. Feel again his hands on him, and this time directly on his skin. He wanted to press all his body against his. He wanted for them to be as one body…
ARE YOU INSANE ? He was completely crazy !
T.J. threw himself out of the bed where his imagination was burning up and run to the window that he opened wide. He took the cold right in the face and that calmed him a little.
"I CANNOT think about stuff like that! It's not possible! Do you realize what it would implied? How much your life would change ? "
Terrified by the extent of the consequences that would induce a relationship with Cyrus he started trembling.
He could never… Face the looks of the others… Tell his family… No, no way. He couldn't… He had to let Cyrus go out with Jim, let him be with someone else, let him be happy with someone like him. He, T.J., would find a girl, any girl, and would move on.
"You will never be able to move on if you see Cyrus with Jim every day…" said a little voice in his head.
"I'll change school ! he thought while pacing nervously in his room. I'll get away from him!"
Get away from Cyrus… Never see Cyrus again ?... But what would be the point of his days, if he could not spend time with him anymore ?... Who will be here to lift his spirits up when he feels down? And why would he hurt the young man like that ?
T.J. threw himself on the bed and buried his face in the pillow. He could not (or didn't want to?) be with Cyrus, and at the same time he could not bear the idea of him being with someone else… Here was the situation. Impossible to solve.
He finally managed to fall asleep, painfully, the memory of Cyrus's warm body accompanying him.
OoO
The following day, Cyrus was fairly decided to go talk to T.J.. He spent the morning as in a blurred dream, not listening to a word the teacher or his friends were saying, solely focused on what he would say to T.J. and trying to picture the different possible responses he could get.
At lunch he spotted him, eating alone in the cafeteria. Not really like him…
He walked toward him slowly, feeling his heart bounce like crazy in his chest. He was sure he didn't have a single drop of blood left in his face…
T.J. rose his eyes to him. God he was gorgeous. His blue-green t-shirt was making his beautiful eyes pop… But he wasn't smiling. He was looking at Cyrus in silence, jaw clenched.
"Can I… sit ?" asked Cyrus, in a trembling voice.
T.J. nodded and Cyrus took a chair in front of him.
"So… hum… I…, he tried. I wanted to talk about our conversation last night…"
"Nevermind." cut T.J.
Cyrus hold his breath, but as nothing else came and as T.J. was staring at his plate again, he continued:
"I had a feeling that… that maybe… it bothered you…"
He still couldn't talk openly about his sexuality.
"That… you did not agree with it…
There was a silence. Then T.J. took a deep breath and looked at Cyrus:
"I don't have to agree with it or not."
Cyrus was about to breathe again when T.J. added:
"But yeah… it bothers me."
Silence fell between them.
To T.J.'s surprise, Cyrus's face changed. From silent shock it went to an infinite sadness, and tears started to brighten his dark eyes.
"Cyrus…" started T.J. worried.
But then Cyrus's face changed again. His brows furrowed, his jaw was clenched, and, if the tears that had appeared earlier started to roll down his cheeks, none other came to fill his eyes.
When he talked it was with an hoarse and angry voice:
"And to think I considered you a friend…"
In shock, T.J. could not answer right away, and Cyrus kept going:
"I did not handle well the way I told it to you, but I thought that you would probably behave as a friend, that you would at least make an effort…"
"Cyrus…" tried again T.J., eyes wide open. He had never seen Cyrus angry.
But the young man stood up, pushing his chair away.
"I won't apologize for what I am! I don't have to ask for your blessing! You're just an asshole, and clearly we were never really friends !"
He had shouted the last words, and tears started again to fill his eyes.
Cyrus could feel the eyes of the whole cafeteria on him, so, after letting escape an uncontrollable sob, he ran away.
T.J. did not move, struck by what just happened. After a while, other people looks becoming too heavy he left the cafeteria too and ran to the gymnasium.
Here, on the empty basketball field, he fell on the floor, his legs not carrying him anymore.
What on earth just happened?
He had planned to say to Cyrus that he did not want him to go out with Jim. He had planned some fibs on his account, that he was not someone nice, or whatever.
Sure he would have probably ruin his friendship with Jim, but who cares? He had thought that, as long as he could not make a decision about being with Cyrus or not he could at least, for now, remove this pressing danger.
But something went wrong. And, trying to calm down the hurricane of emotions he was feeling, he started analyzing the conversation too.
And then he got it. Cyrus was not talking about his date with Jim. He was talking about what he had let slip: his homosexuality.
And T.J. had coldly replied that what was his friend bothered him.
T.J. curled down, hitting his head on the floor. Here is where his brilliant avoidance strategies had lead him! Focused on his plan he had barely listen to Cyrus and now he had deeply hurt the young man, making him think that he was judging and rejecting him. Him ! He, T.J., judging Cyrus ! After all that the young muffin-lover had done for him ! With all that he felt for him ! He was probably the first person Cyrus told his secret to and here's how he received his trust!
Picturing again Cyrus's face, full of pain, the emotions were too strong and T.J. was shaken by a sobbing wave that he did not try to stop.
All of this because he was a coward, unable to own his feelings.
OoO
Cyrus had just come home. The date with Jim had went well. Well that is if you forget about how it ended…
Remembering the way things went down by the end, Cyrus strongly slapped himself in the face.
"Ouch… Well deserved…" he thought, bitter.
All of this because he could not get another guy out of his head. Another blond man, taller, prettier, with greener eyes,... STOP! Let's stop here!
"How is this possible? he scolded himself. Forget T.J.! Can't you see that this guy is not only really NOT into you (unlike what you had naively imagined before talking to him), but he is also and above all a complete homophobic dick! And you… YOU! You keep on favouring him over Jim, a perfect guy, into you, cute, with the same interests, and… Oh for crying out loud, what is this noise ?
Pissed that he could not even hear himself think, he walked to his window from where the recurring tapping noise seemed to come.
His stomach dropped down his heels when he spotted, in the darkness, T.J. looking up at him, with a hand full of rocks.
Cyrus hesitated an instant and then opened the window, and, trying to whisper, said:
"What the hell are you doing here? You'll wake up my parents !
T.J. did not answer. Instead he jumped to catch a branch from a big tree that was close to Cyrus's window.
Cyrus felt warmth in his cheeks as he watched the athlete gracefully and easily climb from one branch to the other until he reached his height.
He stopped there and did not make a move to get through the window. Instead, from his branch, he looked Cyrus in the eyes and said:
"We weren't talking about the same thing."
"Beg your pardon?" said Cyrus, clueless.
"We weren't talking about the same thing earlier, in the cafeteria. It's my fault, I heard what I wanted to hear… and… anyway…"
He took a deep breath and kept on:
"I was talking about your date with Jim. That's what was bothering me. Not the fact that you're gay, I have nothing to say on that, but the fact that your date was with Jim."
Cyrus could not speak for a moment, the surprise was too big. Then, trying to recover some charisma, he coughed and asked:
"Why didn't you come sooner to tell me that? And what's wrong with Jim? I just came back from my date actually…"
"I didn't came because I felt bad. Fact is, even this Jim thing was nothing… I just wanted… anyway… I thought I would not trouble you more before your date…"
Cyrus looked at him. Obviously he was not having the time of his life… He had a tired face and his green eyes were a bit… red.
He decided to extend his hand toward T.J. who looked at him with hopeful surprise.
"You're not gonna stay here all night like a blond crow…" said Cyrus, shrugging.
A wide smile appeared on T.J.'s face and Cyrus's heart made a somersault in his chest. The blond young man took Cyrus's hand and cautiously went through the window that Cyrus closed behind him.
There was a moment of silence. The awkwardness was VERY present. They were both standing, in the darkness of the room only lighted by the street lamps.
T.J. looked at Cyrus. He was gorgeous. Obviously he had made a special fashion effort for his date, and T.J.'s throat tightened at this thought.
"So… how did your date go?..." he asked, forcing himself to keep a neutral voice.
Cyrus laughed nervously.
"The movie was good."
T.J. laughed. "The rest of the date was that bad?" He prayed he had not put too much hope in his tone.
Cyrus shook his head.
"It went great… Jim is a really nice guy."
T.J.'s throat almost did not let any air pass anymore, yet he managed to ask:
"Then why… why aren't you more excited?"
"Because of how it ended… said Cyrus, his head down. He… he leaned forward to kiss me… and…"
At this point T.J. was in pieces, barely holding himself together against the cupboard.
"And…, kept going Cyrus, I dodged him…"
T.J.'s head rose up. "What?"
Cyrus shook his head. "He almost hit the wall… And as for myself, I gave him a pat on the back and rushed into the house…"
There was a moment of silence, and then T.J. asked:
"Why?"
Cyrus hesitated and then said:
"It would have been my first kiss… I mean… I kissed a girl once, but that didn't count for me. This time it would have counted, and…"
He raised his head, took a deep breathe, as if he was gathering his courage, planted his eyes into T.J.'s, who felt electrified, and said:
"He's not the one I wanted to be my first."
Silence fell again, but the two young men had locked eyes.
After a while, not breathing well, T.J. pushed himself off the cupboard and slowly approached Cyrus who was not moving.
T.J. was trembling but he had not hesitated on how to act. He was sick of his hesitations. Once again Cyrus was being much braver than he had been so far. This time it was his turn. There was no more doubt. He wanted Cyrus, he was going to be with Cyrus, and the rest of the world could go to hell.
Once he was close enough of Cyrus he stopped. The two young men did not stop looking at each other, the silence only being disturbed by their heavy breathing.
T.J. looked into Cyrus's eyes. Inside he saw determination, hope, and true desire.
Slowly he raised a hand to Cyrus's face who shivered when it touched his cheek. Cyrus lightly brushed T.J.'s cheek too and the green eyes fluttered a bit.
Then, gently, T.J. pressed his lips against Cyrus's mouth.
Finally… Finally Cyrus was kissing these lips that he had longed for for so long…
Finally T.J. was holding this body that he had missed so much since the day before…
Their kiss deepened, their tongues taming each other, searching and finding each other.
T.J. passed a hand through the dark and soft hair of Cyrus, as this one was caressing the naked neck of the blond boy.
It was T.J. who put an end to their embrace, with regret. But when he saw the huge smile lightening Cyrus's face he knew there were going to be a LOT of other kisses like that, because he wanted to see this smile every day, all the time, for the rest of his life.
Still holding each other they were trying to catch their breath and T.J. whispered:
"You're my first too… The one that really matters…"
Cyrus's smile grew wider, if that was possible, and he buried his face into T.J.'s neck and kissed him there, making the young man shiver.
T.J. slid away from Cyrus, who let out a disappointed noise.
"I think… I think we should be reasonable and stop here, don't you think?" said the blond man with an embarrassed smile. The fact was that Cyrus had too much impact on T.J., and soon he would not be able to control himself…
"Hum… yeah, you're probably right…" said Cyrus, his face all red.
They stayed a bit like this, quietly. But then, Cyrus could not resist any longer and he threw himself against T.J. who fell on the bed.
"I'm already missing you… I need you… now…" whispered Cyrus, interlocking their legs together.
T.J. didn't need anything more for his restraint to shatter completely.
He feverishly captured Cyrus's lips with his own and hold him close to him.
After a moment he felt Cyrus's hands pass below his shirt, and, finally, the hands he had wanted so badly were caressing his skin. He let out a moan, that made him blush but also encouraged Cyrus's attentions.
Soon the clothes were on the floor, and FINALLY they were glued to each other, skin against skin, pressed against each other, being only one, intermingling of caresses and kisses, overwhelmed by happiness.
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Here you go guys !
I hope you liked it ! I really had to get it out of my system asap, so I know it's not perfect… I wanted to publish it before we got anymore news on the the Tyrus situation with the new episodes, so I had to move fast !^^
I just hope it helped you wait for the third season :)
Anyway, thank you all for reading it !
Cheers !