I'm back! I don't even care that I don't have that many reviews yet, because that last chapter is my pride and joy. Here's chapter three. Enjoy and Review, por favor!
When Elena came downstairs the next morning, Jeremy and Tyler were still sleeping like they were dead. She chuckled to herself and went into the kitchen to make coffee. As if by magic, as soon as Jeremy smelled coffee, he sat up straight on the couch and looked around.
Jeremy nudged Tyler's socked foot to wake him, but his friend just grunted in response and buried his head in the arm of the couch.
"Come on, man. Ty, wake up. There's coffee." Jeremy said.
Tyler slowly opened his eyes, straining against the morning light. He then swung his legs off the couch, put his elbows on his knees, and rubbed his eyes. He got off the couch and stretched as Jeremy headed into the kitchen and poured them both a cup of coffee.
Jeremy handed Tyler his coffee once he sat down on one of the barstools by the island in their kitchen.
"Thanks, man." Tyler said, sipping the coffee. "Aw. Little Jer even knows how I take my coffee. How sweet!" he added in a mocking baby voice, messing up Jeremy's already unruly hair.
"Shut up, man. It's not that hard to put some milk and sugar in a cup." Jeremy said, blushing slightly. He had no idea why he was blushing. He and Tyler made fun of each other constantly. It was just part of their relationship. He convinced himself that his face was hot because of the fresh coffee he was drinking, but Elena, who was watching from behind her own cup, knew better.
"Dude, is it alright if I grab a shower before I leave?" Tyler asked once he had finished his coffee.
"Sure, Ty. That's fine. You know where everything is, right?" Jeremy replied.
"Yeah. Thanks, Jer." Tyler said back, hopping down from his seat and trudging upstairs.
Elena watched Jeremy head up the stairs into his bedroom with an amused expression on her face. Boys were so clueless. Especially boys in love….with each other.
Jeremy was sitting in his desk chair, working on a sketch, when Tyler came out of the adjoining bathroom in nothing but his jeans, which he had not bothered to button or zip yet. Steam rolled around him as it met the cool air of Jeremy's bedroom, and Jeremy couldn't take his eyes away.
"Hey, dude. Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow? I spilled Coke on mine last night, remember?" Tyler asked. He thought he had seen Jeremy staring at his body, but he quickly shook the thought out of his head.
"Y- Ye…Yeah." Jeremy said, coming out of the strange trance that Tyler's abs had held him under. He rifled through his drawers in search of a t-shirt. He finally came across a grey Cage the Elephant shirt. He tossed it across the room to his friend. As Tyler put the shirt on, he knew that he wasn't imagining things then. He definitely saw Jeremy's eyes tracing the plains of his muscles.
Tyler didn't know how to feel about his best friend checking him out. It was unnerving, but he felt a kind of a excitement that he had never felt before. A rush of heat went through his body. He could feel his face and neck heating up as he pulled the shirt over his head and fastened his jeans.
"My turn." Jeremy said simply, walking past Tyler into his bathroom and quickly closing the door.
Tyler took a deep, shaky breath as he flopped down onto Jeremy's bed. As he laid on his back, he put his hands over his eyes. In all honesty, he was freaking out. He had just gotten…turned on… by his best friend! His male best friend. Tyler Lockwood was not gay! He couldn't be. His father would've turned over in his grave if he could hear all of the dirty things flashing through Tyler's mind.
The sudden fantasies only got worse when Jeremy stepped out of the bathroom after about ten minutes. He had the indecency to come into the same room as Tyler in nothing but boxer shorts.
Tyler let out a small groan as Jeremy walked to his closet to find a pair of clean jeans. When he got a clear view of his ass, that was it. Tyler couldn't look at anything else. It was like someone had glued his eyes open and was holding his head in the same position.
Jeremy, having heard the groan, said, "Dude, are you alright?" His tone was casual and collected. If only Tyler knew what he had done while he was in the shower… or who he had thought about while doing it.
"Yeah. I'm good." Tyler said, shakily, staring at Jeremy's body with hunger in his eyes. He had seen Jeremy shirtless before, but never like this. He had never noticed his washboard abs or his strong, broad shoulders. Now that he had noticed, he didn't want to look away.
This time, it was Jeremy's turn to notice Tyler's wandering gaze. His dark ,shaggy hair was dripping beads of water down his chest bone, and Tyler took notice of that too.
Without thinking, Jeremy sat down on the bed next to Tyler. He leaned slightly forward with a cautious expression in his eyes.
Jeremy asked again, "Are you sure you're okay, Ty?"
Tyler gulped and felt an uncomfortable pull in his jeans at the sudden closeness. He had no idea what he was doing when he leaned farther towards Jeremy. Their lips were about to touch when Elena's voice cut them off.
Calling up the stairs, she said, "Jeremy! I'm going out with Stefan. Are you and Tyler going to be here today?"
Jeremy looked at Tyler, asking with his eyes if he was staying around. Tyler nodded, getting up off the bed to pace a hole in Jeremy's carpet.
"Yeah, Elena! We're gonna hang out here. Why?" Jeremy called back down.
"Jenna's expecting a package today, so someone needs to be here to sign for it!" Elena explained, wondering what had Jeremy's voice sounding so shaky.
"Okay. We'll be here." he answered as he continued to watch Tyler pace back and forth. He smiled at the sight. It gave him a sense of pride, knowing that he could get Tyler all worked up like that. Tyler, seeing his smile, glowered back, but turned it into a smirk when he noticed once again that Jeremy had not put a shirt on yet.
"Okay. See you later, Jer." Elena replied.
Jeremy, having not been paying much attention to her, didn't say anything back. Instead, he followed Tyler's gaze down his bare midsection. A slight pinkish hue spread over his features, and they both chuckled nervously.
Quickly, Jeremy went over to his dresser, pulled out a shirt, and put it on. There was enough tension in the room already, without one of them walking around half-naked.
After putting the shirt on, Jeremy cleared his throat and looked nervously at Tyler. Tyler glanced back, but his face was motionless.
"So…" Jeremy began.
"So…" Tyler replied, speaking for the first time in what seemed like hours to Jeremy.
Jeremy opened his mouth to speak again, but Tyler cut him off, saying, "Dude, let's just go downstairs, watch some T.V., and pretend that this never happened."
Jeremy was disappointed and shocked, but he tried to hide it from Tyler by saying, "Yeah. Sure. Let's do that." He headed down the staircase ahead of Tyler, a choked feeling in his throat and tears threatening to spring to his eyes.
Sorry to dangle a kiss scene in front of you like that, but I didn't want to rush into it. Keep reading, please. The romance will start in either chapter 4 or 5. Please review, and let me know what you think.
