A/N: Short little Jeremy and Tyler fluff and love…short and sweet and to the point with some kissing and smutty thoughts…but sorry no smutty actions.
All human AU.
Sorry for any mistakes.
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Disclaimer: Nothing of importance is owned by the likes of me…the Vampire Diaries and the characters included.
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Worked Up By You Working Out.
I walked out of the bedroom tired and in need of some serious Tyler loving. But he was working out…he was always working out….well not always…but he did it a lot…like a lot a lot.
Don't get me wrong I like that he worked out…I really liked that he worked out…I fucking loved that he worked out. That's what got him that stunning ripped physique and I was by no means complaining about it…but it could still be inconvenient when I was…desperate and he was busy and it didn't help that he just looked so good when he was sweaty and breathing heavy. The dirty thoughts are just inevitable…I can't help that I'm dating a sex god.
Tyler was in the living room…working out…doing push-ups…all sweaty…back muscles rippling…arms flexing…my mouth watering.
God did I want to fuck that.
I wanted to fuck that so hard.
I wanted that dick up my ass.
I wanted Tyler inside me, moving inside me, fucking me so hard and fast and sweaty.
He's so strong, he's so hot and so strong and his muscles…oh his muscles.
Tyler just stop working that body that's already so fucking perfect and just do me.
Just do me baby I need you to do me!
I need your sex!
I wonder if Tyler could do pushups with me on his back. He can lift me up as if I weigh nothing…so why not right…right?
I'm doing it.
Time to turn on the sex…Tyler baby you are in for it.
Two can play at the tempting sexy thing game we always have going on…I can do it…and I'm about to show you just how good I am it. I had to be good to make sure he wouldn't be angry that I had ruined his workout routine.
I stood in the hallway staring at his back; he was turned away from me so he wouldn't see my approach. And he probably wouldn't hear it either; he entered another world when he worked out.
I let out a low wolf whistle as I leaned against the archway leading into the living room. Tyler lifted himself up on one arm twisting slightly so he could see me, giving me a lopsided grin and small chuckle
I peeled off my black t-shirt, and pulled my sweatpants down a little so they were hanging off my hips slightly the way I knew Tyler loved. I hooked my thumb in the waistband of my pants as I slowly began to make my way over to him. I cheered in my head when Tyler licked his lips as he eyed me up and done.
"How's the workout superman?" I purred seductively standing a few feet away from him. "Good," he breathed as he began to reposition himself back in the upright pushup position. "Superman huh," Tyler questioned quietly through a chuckle.
"Mmm," I sighed as I took another step towards him, "do you think you could do pushups with me on your back?"
"Well I am superman aren't I?"
Tyler turned his head cocking his head at his back, gesturing for me to get on his back to test the theory.
I couldn't stop the smile that made its way across my face, I am supposed to be acting flirty not be acting like the silly love sick punk I really am.
I twisted around so my back was facing his side, I could feel his eyes on me as I bent my knees and plopped myself down on his muscular back. Tyler's back way actually the perfect size for me, I fit perfectly in that space his broad V of his body created. So with my legs crossed on my boyfriend's back, he let out a little oomph and did a few pushups without a single problem.
"Light as a feather Jerrybean," Tyler said, breathing not labored in the slightest, damn it this just made him that much sexier. "Yeah," I giggled, I loved that nickname, I brought my hand to grip his shoulder as he began going faster, knowing that he was making me lightheaded with how absolutely amazing he is. Tyler pushed himself off the floor, clapping his hands once in midair before dropping back into a perfect 90 degree angle, I wasn't prepared for this and I fell off his back because that's just how pathetic I am. Collapsing next to him on my back, we both had to stifle our chuckles at my sheer level of loser Dom.
Tyler's face pulled into a mask of concern as he looked at me still laughing softly. He lifted an arm as if to push some hair off my forehead or stroke my cheek. I eyed the space that he'd created for me unknowingly and before I knew what I was doing I had rolled and was beneath Tyler so he was hovering over me.
Tyler's eyes darkened marginally as he took in our position as I grinned up at him innocently.
"How many were you on," I quirked an eyebrow up at him draping my arms over my stomach. Tyler hummed his confusion as he breathed in at my neck making me shiver slightly. "Pushups…what number were you on?"
Tyler does 100 pushups every day; he had to keep up those killer arms that were…well killer. "Counting the ones I just did with you on my back…76"
"Impressive," my smirk showed my teasing tone as I playfully mocked my gym rat of a boyfriend…well he really wasn't that bad.
"I know…gotta look good," Tyler's smile takes my breath away, and when he moved his weight to one arm again and flexed the other I nearly lost it.
"Any particular reason," my teeth tug flirtatiously on my bottom lip.
"Yeah you…I gotta look good for my stud," Tyler said as he reached between us to run a hand slowly up my torso making my breath pick up slightly…damn him…I was supposed to be the one seducing.
He's supposed to be putty in my hands.
I still managed to scoff at his comment, slapping him lightly on the stomach…or more appropriately his abs.
I gather my courage because it was my turn…he always managed to get the better of me…making me forget my purpose every time. Tyler wanted me…and I wanted him…now I just needed to make him see that he wanted me more than he wanted defined biceps…that could wait…I couldn't.
"So a little over 20 more to go…would you like me to count for you?" I whispered lowly licking my lips as I dragged my fingers over those delicious ab muscles of his that were glistening with the finest sheen of sweat. Yum.
Sweaty Tyler…double yum.
"Sure," Tyler let his eyelids become hooded…I knew I didn't have much longer before I'd be begging for him…those damn eyes.
"76 you said," I wondered again wiggling under him, moving further beneath him so our heads were aligned, my feet going just beyond his, my legs spread just barely. He hummed in agreement, his dark eyes burning with a fire that I loved; I loved that fire with a deep burning passion. I felt slightly uncomfortable under that stare even after all our time together. Even after all these years certain things about Tyler…most things about Tyler actually, still made my head spin and my breath catch…I loved him but right now I still needed to be fucked. I needed him inside me. I needed anything…more than this…more than I was getting.
Purpose renewed, I raised my eyebrows telling him to go ahead…that I was waiting.
Tyler came towards me, arms on either side of shoulders, our noses almost touching, chest grazing each other's perfectly…ah the benefits to having a physically fit boyfriend….why had I not done this sooner?
I breathed the number 77 against his face; he lingered for a moment before straightening his arms again. I missed him when he was gone…I loved the closeness…loved having him close to me.
When he came back and I tilted my head so our noses would nuzzle together, matching smirks tugged at our lips when I whispered 78 over his lips.
79 and I let my lips fall apart, tongue licking slowly over my teeth tauntingly, I could see his resolve cracking but I really didn't care who broke first. This was what I wanted…if all it took was a simple kiss to show him that he wanted it too and needed it just as desperately then that was fine with me.
I would revel in the fact that I make Tyler Lockwood lose his cool.
I brought my hands up to caress his defined pecs on number 80 I smiled as he huffed out a breath when I squeezed his chest lightly. I knew that this was the last rep that would go unrewarded.
I grasped his shoulders on 81 stretching my head up to capture his lips, the kiss was barely there and over so quickly that Tyler didn't even have time to close his eyes. But I had to bite back the chuckle when Tyler gasped…he had to have been expecting that.
82 was quick, he came quickly, I kissed him swiftly again and he was gone…82 was too quick.
83 was far slower, he moved so slow that it was pure torture. He hovered mere centimeters from my lips, both of us just breathing. My fingers came to frame either side of his neck, as I angled my head back a fraction, tilting to the side slightly just as he did in the opposite direction. It was slow when we came together both of us sighing into the others mouth. My hands slid back down to his chest again as the kiss continued. I arched my back and my neck up with him as he pulled away and pushed himself up again. I licked my lips slowly savoring the taste of Tyler…Tyler on my lips…my Tyler.
My head was a little fogged when he came back down on rep…uh was it 84? It was much hotter, more desperate. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair tugging on it when he sealed his lips over mine in an amazing open mouthed kiss. His tongue passed my lips and I tugged harder on his hair, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, biting and tugging on him as he pulled away from me. I couldn't stop the smirk that came as a result of his pleased growl.
I scooted further into the cage of his arms…so he'd have to work to get my lips…and I like the thought of that. 85. I clutched the quivering muscles of his biceps that were straining against his position, holding him as I licked a long slow line up his throat to his chin and then he was gone, laughing breathlessly as he went.
86…I liked because any part of Tyler I could kiss, any part I could reach was good with me. I sucked under the edge of his jaw, right where the pulse met his bone. I knew that was one of Tyler's most sensitive spots, the moan that he gave me was delicious, low and guttural and perfectly Tyler but all mine. I didn't have to see his face to know his eyes had rolled back before his lids dropped shut, his mouth falling open, lips slack in pleasure…that I gave him.
Tyler rearranged himself before rep 87; he clearly didn't like not being able to contribute. With our faces aligned again he kissed me quickly but desperately making me moan into his mouth, before he dropped to pepper kisses up from my chin to my ear.
Number 88 and I knew I was done for. The look in Tyler's eyes as he dropped down swiftly brushing his slick chest against mine, his eyes narrowed at me and I couldn't help as I gasped in anticipation. Tyler growled in what sounded like excitement before attacking behind my ear and yeah that was it…sorry Tyler no more pushups for you buddy.
I moaned his name lowly as he sucked my skin hard with his skilled mouth. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as my legs wrapped around his back just as tightly. His arms gave out and he fell against me, the chuckle that passed my lips almost immediately turned into a groan as Tyler continued licking behind my ear. God did he know what I liked…so, so good.
Grabbing his head, I turned him to face me so I could reconnect our lips. The sounds were spilling endlessly from both our mouths but were trapped and muffled between our needy lips.
Tyler rolled us quickly making our lower halves slide together wonderfully. I grinned down at Tyler panting beneath me…that whole sight…him…sweating…Tyler…panting…moaning…that did wonders for an ego…my ego.
Tyler's hips rolled fiercely up into mine as I rolled desperately down into his. We found a desperate but easy rhythm and nothing has ever felt more right…well except actual sex…but right now this was more than okay with me.
I ended up coming in my pants before I actually got Tyler's beautiful self-inside of me…damn it…oh well more for tonight I suppose.
Tyler's laughter pulled me from my peaceful afterglow state, I met his smile with a questioning gaze, and he just shook his head softly, closed his eyes and pulled my head down to kiss me again. Smiling against his lips, pulling away but not really pulling apart, I laughed along with him.
"What," I giggled against the corner of his mouth after a few minutes, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"You're a cheeky bastard you know that Jere," Tyler chuckled at me, dragging his fingers through my messy hair, that was even messier now if possible. Tyler rolled us again so he was hovering over me...uh oh here comes the scolding.
Scold me Tyler…I've been a bad boy!
Instead of a stern expression or tough words I got a loving smile and a tender kiss, paired with soft and adoring eyes that I couldn't stop looking into when he pulled away, leaving me breathless.
Huh…that was weird. Should I apologize just in case?
"Sorry Ty," I said sheepishly, trying my best to look guilty…I don't think it worked. "For what," Tyler asked gently, gaze still soft…so he wasn't mad?
"You didn't do all your pushups." The pout that I knew Tyler loved planted firmly in place on my lips.
"I don't care," Tyler punctuated his words with a slow kiss to my plump awaiting lips. This was very strange. So Tyler didn't care that I had interrupted his workout…and all he could do is kiss me…no complaints about that part…but it's sort of an unwritten rule that I don't mess with Tyler when he's in the zone.
"You're gonna be uneven…won't you," I said with confusion cocking an eyebrow up at him knowing just how obsessive and vain he could be. I don't mind though…gave me something nice to look at.
"That would make sense if I were lifting weights Jere…but either way I still don't care."
I took this as an invitation to interrupt his workouts anytime. I wouldn't make it too much of a habit though…he might get flabby and we simply couldn't have that now could we?
