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"Wait," Tyler said, reluctantly knocking Jeremy's hands away from his belt. "You have to know how serious this is, Jer. Anything we do now, taking this any farther, that's a big step."
Tyler tried his best to concentrate on Jeremy's face, but it was hard to to keep his eyes from straying to Jeremy's beautifully muscled chest. Why did this boy wear shirts?
"What do you mean 'serious'? What else could it be? You think I'd do this with anybody?" Jeremy asked, getting angrier with each question.
"Of course not! It's the same for me, I wouldn't be here with anyone else, not for anything, but I meant...I meant we go there," Tyler pointed at the bed, "and I won't be able to pretend anymore. I'm barely making it as it is. You don't know how hard it is to ignore you in public, at school. You know, I just..." Tyler sputtered.
Jeremy pulled Tyler in by his shoulders.
"Look, I know. I know. You think you're the only one tired of hiding things? And what for? So that other people won't be uncomfortable? I swear I have no idea what holds me some days, all the denial we go through just to avoid the haters," Jeremy sighed and ran one hand through the silk of Tyler's hair. "I'm with you. Simple as that. And I'm glad we're both done with pretending because I'm pretty sure I love you."
Tyler's eyes locked onto Jeremy's at that statement, but whatever he meant to say was lost when Jeremy shushed him with a slow, tender kiss.
They did not need words after that.
Jeremy pressed Tyler to the bed and made every effort to memorize Tyler's mouth. He licked, he suckled, he tasted and in every way Tyler's mouth was found to be perfect. Tyler, meanwhile purposefully sliding his hands over Jeremy's abdomen, glad that Jeremy seemed to have forgotten his 'no touching' rule for the moment. Tyler was particularly intrigued by the light dusting of hair right below Jeremy's belly button. When he let his fingers gently stroke through it, Jeremy moaned. So Tyler did it again, going a bit lower.
Every sound Jeremy made wound Tyler up a little more, to the point where every muscle in his body felt tight and unbearably tense. Tyler seemed to have to opposite affect on Jeremy though. Jeremy felt as though he was melting and he gave into the sensation willingly. He wanted nothing more than to sink into Tyler's slick bronze skin.
"Guys! Guys!" Caroline whispered fiercely outside the door. She would try calling them two more times before going in (with her eyes covered of course).
"Guys! Tyler! Your mom is here!"
Tyler heard her the second time, but the warning didn't inspire the fear it should have. He had Jeremy, warm, shirtless (and almost pantsless) moaning on top of him.
It felt like a sin to ask him to move.
So instead, Tyler flipped them, momentarily shocking the breath out of Jeremy.
"Jer," Tyler began trailing kisses up Jeremy's neck, "Listen. Caroline's outside and my mom and your sister are waiting for us. We've got to get down there."
Tyler bit down on Jeremy's neck and began sucking the spot in earnest. Jeremy just lost what breath he'd managed to regain.
"Ah, oh..." Jeremy swallowed, "Ty. We're never gonna get there if you keep doing that..."
"Guys!" Caroline called again, getting a little louder and more frustrated. "Fine! I give up! Just remember who's waiting for you!"
Tyler finally got up, but not before grinding into Jeremy...very slowly.
"Oh God!" Jeremy cried out breathlessly.
"I love the sounds you make, Jer, but it makes it so hard to leave you," Tyler said, smirking.
"You ass! How am I supposed to go down there like this?"
"Same way I am, I guess," Tyler said pulling on a t-shirt. "And I love you too."
Jeremy just glared at him suspiciously.
Tyler came back over to the bed and leant over Jeremy. "No, I mean it, I'm not just saying it because you're mad at me. I love you," Tyler stated again, pressing his lips to Jeremy's forehead.
Jeremy believed him.
The frown eased off his face and he smiled into Tyler's eyes. Tyler held his gaze for moment before dropping down to his chest.
"Here, let me get you shirt."
Tyler grabbed a shirt at random from Jeremy's closet, taking longer than he needed. He stared over at Jeremy on the bed.
Tyler was desperately trying to hold onto every detail of this moment. He would sketch it out later, the way Jeremy's arm was casually flung over his head, highlighting his musculature, how his pants were partially undone, the way his lips were flushed and swollen, his expression of desire, anticipation and contentment.
Tyler wanted to remember it always. This was the happiest he could remember ever being.