4AM
Our Lady Peace
Suggested by: bb1019 (Sort of)
Follow up to Better Than Me
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Tyler doesn't know why he's doing this. He really should he thinks. Tommy slides back into him, his balls swiping at Tyler's at the force of the thrust. Tyler lets out a groan. His hands are pinned above his head as he lies on his stomach. He could easily break the grasp but Tommy didn't know that and Tyler wasn't about to let him know it. He doesn't feel it, not really. Even as Tommy is pounding into him with all he's worth Tyler thinks that he doesn't feel it. It's just sex. The words were practically what Tyler lived by but then he didn't make it a habit of being fucked.
This is a lie he thinks. It's supposed to be something; it's supposed to be intimate and perfect. But it's not. It's hot flesh against hot flesh. Groans and sweat. It is nothing. It is worthless. It is a waste of his time. That's really why he's doing this. He doesn't have to do a damn thing. All he has to do is lie here and take it.
Tommy's hands slip from his wrists and move to his hips, clenching the flesh there tightly.
"God," he groans into Tyler's ear, breath hot as well. Tyler bites into the pillow to keep from crying Jeremy's name. He lifts enough to wrap a hand around his cock. He pretends it's Jeremy. When Tommy shoots hot into him he pretends that's Jeremy too.
If he clenches his eyes tight enough, it works for a second. But Tommy gets up, sliding out of him and pulling on sweat pants without a word. They both know this for the nothingness that it presents. They both know it's going nowhere. Neither of them cares. Every time Tyler and Tommy collide it's hot and hard. They punish each other. They exorcise their demons in each other's flesh.
Tyler lays there and pants until he hears his phone vibrating from his pants on the floor. He pulls himself up and yanks it out, answering it before sitting back on the bed, still naked.
"What?" he breathes.
"Tyler thank God," Caroline lets out, "I need you, now."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the hospital." Tyler shoots off the bed and grabs his clothes.
"Caroline," he lets out. She still has trouble with her urges, he knows this.
"I know that's why I need you Tyler. Please." He clicks the phone closed and yanks on his pants, carrying everything else.
Tommy doesn't ask where he's going. Tyler doesn't care.
The numbers of the clock illuminate as his car screams to life. Damn. He should have asked Caroline why she was at the hospital he thinks. But he supposes it's too late now. He supposes it doesn't matter. Caroline and he have had their rough patches but that doesn't matter either. She was there when he needed someone. It's about damn time he returns the favor.
She practically attacks him the second he's through the sliding doors. She's barely keeping it together, her eyes are wide and flashing and her breaths are coming short and fast.
"Thank God," she breathes, "I need to go, I need to feed. Okay so you need to stay here you need to just stay here and sit with him until Elena gets here. She doesn't want him to be alone so you just need to stay with him. Room 403, I've already compelled the nurses so you're fine. I have to go Tyler, I have to go." The words are piling out around Tyler before he can catch them.
"Wait what? Who?" But Caroline's already gone.
Tyler stands in the lobby dumbfounded for several moments. Eventually he walks towards the elevators. It's when he lands on the fourth floor that it hits him. Elena. Stefan and Damon are vampires. Everyone but him and Caroline has left for college. The only one left is… Tyler's feet carry him forward unwillingly. He can't seem to stop himself.
At the doorway he nearly collapses. Even his stronger body has trouble holding itself up. Jeremy's in the bed, a thin tube running under his nose. Tyler can't see any damage physically. The heart monitor beats steadily, the IV drips. But Jeremy looks so fragile.
Tyler half falls into the room and stumbles towards the chair. He presses a hand over his chest and forces himself to breathe. He never thought about this. He never thought that Jeremy could slip away from him.
Untouched.
Unaware.
Unloved.
The thought is self destructive. It ignites in his brain and leaves nothing in its wake. If Tyler could think he would have the thought that it was appropriate because there shouldn't be anything but Jeremy in his head anyways. But he can't think. It is still too soon for that.
"Tyler?" Jeremy wheezes out, coughing. Tyler's eyes shoot to the bed, to find Jeremy looking back at him. Tyler leans forward.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Like I lost a fight with a brick wall. What happened?" Tyler's shoulders lift and drop.
"I just got here."
"Speaking of, why are you here?"
"Caroline called. I'm the fill in Elena."
"Jenna and Alaric are in Italy," Jeremy said after a few minutes. Tyler nods, his mind still trying to function again. "I think I was driving," Jeremy murmurs. "Thanks for coming."
"Of course," Tyler says on a slight, forced laugh.
"I haven't seen you," Jeremy says. Tyler fights the urge to blush.
"I've been spending a lot of time out of town." They both fall silent again.
The sun is just starting to peek through the window when Elena arrives.
"Tyler?" she questions, surprise showing on her face.
"Um yeah," he stands, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Caroline was having some trouble. She knew you didn't want him to be alone."
"Well…thanks." She comes into the room, taking Jeremy's hand in hers. Tyler can't stop the flare of jealousy. He can't hold Jeremy's hand like that. He knows it. Tyler moves to the door silently.
"Hey Ty, thanks," Jeremy calls out. Tyler spins and meets his eyes again, forcing a smirk.
"No problem," he lies.
"Don't be such a stranger."
Tyler nods. The words he can never say pulling at his lips. He leaves. The sun is bright. It burns his eyes, even after he lifts a hand to block it. The pain is rioting in him. It's a struggle to breathe. He knows what he wants to do. He knows what he needs to do. The line is clearly drawn and defined as it always was.
He speeds the entire way. He lets himself back in. Tommy meets him in the second doorway of the house. Tyler shoves him into the wall, hands tearing at him. Tommy doesn't ask, even when Tyler kisses him with bruising force. He opens his pants and shoves Tommy's down, spinning him around and thrusting into him in the next second.
He fucks him furiously, forcing Tommy onto the balls of his feet as he is ground into the wall. For the only time, Tyler is glad that he is the taller of the two. It is over in moments. Tyler finds only the barest relief. He closes his jeans as Tommy turns to him.
"You're lucky I like it rough," he whispers, kissing Tyler's cheek. Yes, Tyler thinks as Tommy disappears. That's what he is. Lucky.
A/N: Variety is the spice of life friends. If they all end the same you'll get bored, I promise.
To bb1019: Couldn't agree more. Hope you liked this and I'm working on your prompt!
