A/N: So I'm posting early again because I have more questions for you guys. Slowly but surely I'm running out of plot, as I approach chapter 20, so I wanted to know, any scenes you guys want to see? I'm willing to try anything, cutsey, angsty, whatever… I am warning you they might turn out to be one shots. Anyways, I appreciate any suggestions you guys throw my way. Please enjoy!

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Tyler bit his lip against the sweetest torture he'd ever endured. Jeremy sucked on the flesh next to his belly button, smiling when the muscles there contracted. Tyler was determined, he would not beg. Whatever Jeremy could dish out, he could handle. Jeremy drifted lower, a hand on each hip. Slowly he licked the length of Tyler laughing outright when Tyler jerked and hissed a quick,
"Jesus Christ." He yanked on the belt again and again nothing happened. "Jer," he breathed.
"What?" he questioned, propping himself on his elbows and looking up at him.
"You're killing me."
"Good," Jeremy said before flicking his tongue out and licking Tyler again. He groaned, unable to stop his hips from thrusting up. Jeremy licked him again before opening his lips and taking him in. Tyler didn't even try to stop his moan. It was too much. He was sucking so hard, moving up and down. Tyler clenched his entire body, trying to ward it off. Not like this.
"Jer," he grunted. At the last possible second Jeremy pulled away. Smiling again he crawled up and kissed Tyler's panting mouth. "I…hate…you…so…much…" Jeremy just kissed him again. Tyler bit his lip in punishing response. Jeremy moaned into his mouth before sliding his tongue in. He ran his hands up Tyler's bound arms as he did. Again Tyler tried to take control; Jeremy fought him a bit longer but pulled away just as before.

Jeremy rolled off him completely, wiping his lips. Tyler struggled against the belt; arching his body and dropping it back down. He couldn't stand this. When he looked at Jeremy it was to find the other boy staring at him, licking his lips.
"See something you like?" Tyler snarled. Jeremy just nodded. Tyler had more than enough. Thanks to Jeremy he not only had a dick so hard it might break off he couldn't do a damn thing about it. All he wanted to do was grab Jeremy and fuck the smile right off his face. As it was…he pulled on the belt again.
"I've decided you can apologize when we're done," Jeremy said, running a hand down Tyler's chest. Tyler gritted his teeth.
"Fine, then get over here." Jeremy shook his head slowly, taking his hand away.
"Tell me you want it." Tyler looked down the length of his body and then back at Jeremy.
"Of course I want it, look at me."

Jeremy got off the bed and slid his boxers down, looking in the nightstand drawer as Tyler waited impatiently.
"Not good enough," he announced, still rooting around in the drawer.
"Well what do you want me to do?" Tyler growled. Jeremy met his eyes as his hand stilled.
"Tell me you want me." He turned back to the drawer as Tyler felt his lips flap open. Tyler closed his lips and clenched them. No way in hell. After everything Jeremy had just put him through? No. No, he'd choke first. He nearly did choke when Jeremy got back in the bed with a blindfold.
"What do you think you are doing Gilbert?" Jeremy smiled.
"We are definitely past the last name bullshit now Ty." Darkness enfolded him as Jeremy slid the blindfold on. Tyler felt Jeremy feather kisses along his jaw before he drew away. Hands ran down his chest, stopping at his hips before drawing back up. Tyler could barely move, now he couldn't even see. All he could do was wait for Jeremy to touch him. An openmouthed kiss landed on his throat and another dropped on his chest, they trailed lower once again stopping at the hips and working their way back up.
"Jer," Tyler breathed.
"Hm?" Tyler frowned, he sounded too far away. He realized he was about to say please and stopped himself short.

Jeremy lay on top of him, grinding slowly. Tyler choked on his gasp, he jerked against the belt again, needing to touch him. It still didn't give an inch and he let out a groan of frustration. Jeremy continued grinding as if nothing was happening. Tyler arched up, getting as close as he could to the ecstasy he knew Jeremy could give him. It was a surprise when Jeremy's lips landed on his. He accepted the kiss without thinking, letting Jeremy's tongue curl around his. They moaned into each other.
"Tell me," Jeremy breathed against his mouth. "Tell me." It was only then that Tyler realized. It wasn't a demand, it was a plea.
"Yes," Tyler sighed out, "yes I want you. Please." Jeremy stilled. "Jer?" Tyler whispered. "Don't stop…please." Jeremy kissed him again. He slid the blindfold off Tyler's eyes, smiling as he did. "I need to touch you," Tyler admitted softly. Jeremy reached up to work on the belt, pressing his hips down onto Tyler's as he did. As soon as Tyler had his hands free he pulled Jeremy to him and kissed him. "I need you…now." He was close to bursting.
"My terms," Jeremy said, gasping as Tyler's hands squeezed his ass. Tyler just nodded, kissing his neck. At this point, he thought, he'd follow Jeremy overboard.

Jeremy reached for the lube, working it over Tyler quickly. Tyler watched as Jeremy leaned back and worked himself open, trying to control the urge to flip him and take him that very second. He tangled his hands in the pillow behind his head to stop. Jeremy lifted himself and then sat on Tyler, taking all of him in one motion. Tyler shot off the mattress, arms wrapping around Jeremy's back in surprise.
"Jer…fuck…" he groaned, feeling his cock throb.
"I know," he said, rising up and dropping again. Tyler's breath let out in a whoosh. Jeremy moaned as he continued. His put his hands on Tyler's shoulders for leverage.
"Jer," Tyler pleaded.
"Shh," he murmured, kissing him, "I know."
"Please…let me touch you." Jeremy drew a deep breath, riding him before nodding once. Tyler took Jeremy in one hand, using the other to balance. He stroked slowly, torturing both of them. Jeremy stopped moving for a moment and let him before starting again. He moved faster, riding harder. He began to whimper and Tyler kissed him, barely keeping a rein on himself. "Come baby," he breathed. Jeremy cried out, collapsing on him. Tyler remained perfectly still as Jeremy clenched around him. Several pants later Jeremy finally questioned,
"Ty? You didn't…"
"I know," he said, nodding.
"Come on," he pulled Tyler as he fell towards the mattress, landing under him. Jeremy pulled him closer by the neck. "Finish." Tyler hesitated. Jeremy clutched his ass in both hands. "Finish. Now Ty." Tyler breathed in deeply before pulling out thrusting back in. Jeremy breathed deeply as his hands continued to move over Tyler's ass. With one hand he grabbed the lube and put some on his hand. Tyler was too busy fucking him to question it. Jeremy kneaded his ass before slipping a finger inside. Tyler rammed into him and went still. Jeremy worked his finger in and out as Tyler lay on top of him, fingers digging into his hips with bruising pressure.
"Come on," Jeremy encouraged softly.
"I-" Tyler said, hesitating.
"Don't think," Jeremy instructed, kissing him suddenly, "just move." Jeremy stilled his hand until Tyler began thrusting again. After a few moments, he followed. Tyler groaned, letting his head fall to Jeremy's shoulder.
"I can't wait anymore," he panted.
"I don't want you to," Jeremy said in response. Tyler yanked Jeremy's hips to him as he slammed into him fully. With one last moan he flew into oblivion, screaming Jeremy's name.

Tyler blacked out for a few moments. When he came back to reality, Jeremy was hugging him to his chest, running fingers up and down his arm.
"That was," Jeremy sighed, "unbelievable."
"Mm," Tyler sighed, pressing himself closer. Jeremy slid from under him and Tyler groaned in protest, reaching out for him.
"I'll be right back," Jeremy said, chuckling and twining their fingers for a moment. He came back with a moist washcloth and cleaned Tyler carefully before returning to the bathroom and taking care of himself. He went back to bed and pulled the cover over both of them, wrapping his arm around Tyler again.
"You still mad?" Tyler questioned. Jeremy shook his head.
"You're just as weak as I am when it comes to the two of us in bed."
"And that makes you feel better?" Tyler demanded, amused. Jeremy nodded.
"So what did you need to apologize for?" Tyler frowned. Oh. That.

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