Next time I see you.

Ok, sorry I let you people wait for so long, here is the promised one-shot and two completely smut ones will follow immediately.

And as so often, if you have any points of critique or suggestions, don't hold back.

"Don't do that! Not when I'm working." Vicky's voice and eyes lacked any hint of annoyance so it was clear that she didn't mean those words, but rather the opposite.
But Tyler was no idiot. The wound on her neck still hadn't healed and he didn't want her to do something stupid again. "See you later." He gave her a slight squeeze on her left thigh and then went away.
After less than half a minute he spotted the little Gilbert punk and decided to send a sign. Tyler went on a cross collision course, set for a fast pace, aiming at Gilbert who was walking towards the toilet, took a sharp turn to the right and slammed against Gilbert with his right shoulder.
Both immediately turned towards each other while still walking and then stopped.
Gilbert looked at Vicky first and then at Tyler.
"All right I get it. Hit me to impress her. That's… that's real nice." His breathing was uneven, a hint of anger in his motions, and his nostrils flared as he stared at Tyler.
Tyler looked to Vicky as well and then back at Gilbert with an even and self-assured tone. "I don't need to impress her." He casually pointed at Vicky when he said that, barely lifting his arm. Gilbert had a questioning and mistrustful look in his eyes for a second. Tyler locked him straight in the eyes, completely sure of himself and totally calm. "I already won."
Gilbert's face distorted in anger and he pushed against Tyler's chest with such unexpected speed and strength that Tyler staggered backwards. The kid had more in him when it seemed. For the blink of an eye Tyler was actually surprised. Then he realized that the kid had dared to cross paths with him and decided to teach him a lesson. He set himself straight again and slowly walked towards the punk. "Oh now you're dead."
The punk didn't seem to have heard the warning. His face still showed the same mixture of anger and arrogance, nostril still flared. "Am I? Cause it seems like I'm standing here, waiting for you to man-up."
Tyler saw red, the punk had dared to cross the line and embarrass Tyler one time too often. Tyler was about to beat the shit out of the asshole.
"Ty don't" Matt was holding him back by grabbing his waist from behind and pulling him backwards. Matt wrestled Tyler back and shoved him away from Gilbert.
Tyler glared at the punk and pointed towards him. "The next time I see you Gilbert."
"No, next time I see you." Gilbert took his jacked, turned around and took off.
Tyler followed suit immediately and went in the other direction.

The game would be this evening and Tyler was pissed. Not only had the Gilbert punk brought his blood to the boiling point, and since then it hadn't really come down, the new boy of his sister was now Tanner's golden quarterback. Tyler and Matt had worked for years to make it to the point that they didn't get tannered every day. And now this pretty boy just strolled into town, got his best friends girl – who had dumped him, but nonetheless - and made it into the football team without any effort. If what Matt had told was correct the smartass had pissed off Tanner during history and now Tanner couldn't be stopped at praising his new star over and over again.
The moist of the morning air did nothing to soothe Tyler's rage and the prospect of getting ridiculed by Tanner this evening wasn't helping either. Not that Tanner would do it open, but there would probably be some remarks or figures of speech that would let everybody know that he thought his team was a band of dimwits who could achieve nothing.
The thought alone made Tyler's head getting read again and the rage rise. So he decided to put that fire to some use. He still had an hour before school started.

It worked; at least a little. The constant up and down of his body, the steady rhythm of his heart and the sweat on his body had an actual effect on him. His exposed arms, shoulders and lower legs were wet with sweat and the cool morning air send delightful shivers over his skin. The burn of his muscles became the only thing on his mind, apart from staying on the football field.
Suddenly Tyler was hit by something heavy and thrown to the ground. There were arms everywhere and before he knew it he was grabbed by the back. Whoever it was had a strong grip and Tyler cursed himself for not having heard the tackle.
He stemmed his hands into the ground, trying to get up again. He managed about a foot and had already risen with one leg when his attacker reached forward with his own and clutched Tyler's shinbone. He pulled Tyler's lower leg backwards; making him falling to the ground again. Tyler's face hit the grass hard and he saw stars behind his eyelids. Dirt was on his lips and in his mouth. He swore in his head and pushed himself up again, this time rolling over and trying to pin his adversary underneath him, thereby making him loosen his grip.
When he had hurled himself up with all his strength and pinned the other to the ground he could hear a yell of pain. Tyler smiled at the sound, feeling satisfied and preparing to feel the grip loosen. But the bastard didn't let go. To the contrary he entangled Tyler's legs with his own and pressed hard against them. Before Tyler could react the asshole had put him in a master lock.
He tried to rise but the pressure against his neck was too strong. "When I get up you bastard then…" He left the rest of the threat unspoken.
"Then what Lockwood?"
Tyler's eyes went round. The punk really had the nerve to attack Tyler. His blood reached the boiling point again and he tried to shake the punk off but it was again a fruitless approach as the pain in his neck increased each time he tried to move, so the only choice he had was to lay there and do nothing. Gilbert couldn't hold on to Tyler forever, since he had the greater stamina of the two. But for now he would have to suffer it, the question was only how long Gilbert would be able to hold him. In his mind he had all sorts of fantasies about what he would do to the punk, once he got up.

They both lay there for what felt like hours to Tyler and still Gilbert held his ground. Tyler started to here all sorts of noises from afar but mostly the breath of Gilbert. He could not only hear it, he felt it on his neck as well. The feeling of moist air made the hair on his neck stand up and he couldn't help but notice that Gilbert's breathing had become faster. Tyler guessed that Gilbert was probably beginning to get out of breath and that mean Tyler would soon be able to take his chance.
But instead of letting go, Gilbert began to put pressure on Tyler's head again and started to grind his hips against Tyler's ass. Tyler could only curse about what Gilbert was up to but then he noticed the hard object in Gilbert's pants – which was definitely no damn flashlight - and his even faster breathing. Fuck he was close to panting.
Tyler tried to rise again since there was no way he would let himself getting dry-humped by Gilbert on the fringe of the football-field. But instead of being pressed down Tyler felt the touch of lips on his neck and he stopped in his motions. Then Gilbert started to use open mouthed kisses, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin.
Tyler could have been pinned down by an elephant the effect couldn't have been stronger. He muscled gave out instantly and refused to obey to his commands. Jeremy continued kissing and released Tyler's hands; Tyler didn't even try to move. Instead he noticed that his own cock had started filling and he started to pant.
Jeremy let go of Tyler's neck and started nibbling at his ear, all the time thrusting against Tyler's ass, and stroke with his hands along Tyler's arms until reaching his hands and intertwining them with his.
Tyler tilted his head to the side to give Jeremy better access. "Get off me Gilbert!" The threat was so hollow and mixed with Tyler's panting it was impossible to take seriously.
Jeremy kept grinding against Tyler, creating delicious friction and making Tyler hard and eager for what happened next. A small voice inside his head warned him not to go further but the joy he felt currently felt so pure and uncomplicated that he didn't want to. He was too much of a hedonist to deny himself such pleasure and so he just gave in, part scared, part curious and all horny.
When Tyler felt Jeremy's hands leaving his and grabbing his top he reflexively lifted his upper body and let Jeremy peel him out of it and then waiting until Jeremy had taken his own shirt off. The feeling of Jeremy's hot naked skin on his own made Tyler groan.
Jeremy trailed his kisses down from Tyler's neck to his back, leaving a trail between his shoulder blades. The sensation made Tyler open his mouth in a silent moan and lifting his chest from the ground and tilted his head back. When Jeremy had reached the hips he peeled Tyler's pants back and started to kiss his buttocks. He first kissed the left one then the right; and then started to lick. He licked them slowly, cautiously, waiting for Tyler do react. Tyler moaned softly at the sensation and let out a gasp as Jeremy's tongue slightly licked his crease. He lay down, head on his lower arms and let Jeremy pamper him.

Tyler turned around on his back and reached for Jeremy. He pressed Jeremy at his body, then began running his right hand through his hair while Jeremy kissed his chest and abs. Jeremy took his time to cover Tyler's stomach with kisses and exploring the lines of his muscles.
When Tyler had enough he took Jeremy's chin in his hand and guided his face to his own. He teased Jeremy with quick pecks before trailing his hand down Jeremy's chest and letting himself being snuggled by him.
Tyler felt the desire to take more action and pinned Jeremy to the ground, nibbling at his neck while doing so. He nibbled a bit stronger, taking Jeremy's moans as a sign to go on. When Jeremy was putty in his hands he dragged him up, smiled at him mischievously before nuzzling him and kissing along his jaw, earning more soft groans. He trailed down to Jeremy's collarbone and sucked at it while Jeremy sucked at his neck.
Tyler broke off again and – eyes closed - searched for Jeremy's lips with his own. When he found them he kissed Jeremy slowly and lavishly –emitting a small sigh -, taking his time to savor the feeling of those soft lips. Jeremy broke it off this time and placed a kiss above Tyler's temples, then kissed along his jaw after Tyler gave him a peck on his cheek and buried his hand in his hair. He nibbled Tyler's ear again, then nuzzled back to Tyler's lips.
These lips tasted so good he never wanted to stop, but stopping Tyler did and trailed his kissed down along the neck to Jeremy's pecs. He sucked lightly and trailed down to Jeremy's abs mimicking what Jeremy had done for him only minutes before.

Jeremy pinned Tyler to the ground, kissed him intensively and reached with his hands inside Tyler's boxers and took the hard cock out. Jeremy grabbed it and jerked Tyler's dick furiously, kissing his neck, while Tyler practically clung in his hair. Then Tyler's hands tock Jeremy's face and turned it towards his own to suck at Jeremy's bottom lip. Jeremy broke off and trailed with his kisses to the other side of Tyler's neck before grabbed by Tyler again and his mouth devoured by Tyler's.
They kissed frantically a few times more before Jeremy broke off again and squeezed Tyler's cock even more. It was enough to get Tyler totally unglued. Jeremy continued jerking Tyler, his face glued to the image of Tyler lying with his head on the grass being capable of nothing but silent moans and loud panting. He kissed Tyler on the cheek, on the neck, and on the cheek again, ever more turned on by Tyler's sounds and his own cock close to bursting despite not being touched at all.
Tyler bucked one more time and hot semen splashed all over his abs, Jeremy's lips glued to his cheek, kissing and sucking.

Tyler panted loud and heavy, his energy drained of him. Then all color lost his features and he threw Jeremy of with one hand. He practically crawled away from him and hastily got on his feet after grabbing his top. He turned towards Jeremy and dragged his pants up. He looked at Jeremy as though the younger boy was a man-eating panther and Tyler was his meal.
Tyler pointed at Jeremy with a shaking hand, when he spoke his voice was unsteady. "Next time I see you Gilbert."
He turned on his heels and ran away at top speed, his upper body still unclothed.

"Hey babe, what's wrong?"
"No…," Tyler didn't really want to have Vicky there right now, and then he spotted a figure he was looking for. Jeremy was sitting on a truck with some other kids and liquor bottles. Tyler had to keep himself from spitting; he could still taste Jeremy in his mouth and damn it made his cock hard. The punk was buzzed and this time he would pay. He would pay for making Tyler a faggot.