A/N: So yeah…slightly blocked on chapter 39…we'll see if I finish by the time I'm supposed to post…oh yeah and don't kill meee. I love you all!
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Eventually they dragged themselves out of the water, brushing away sand the best they could. They dressed lazily and somehow Jeremy ended up lying in Tyler's lap. Tyler took advantage of Jeremy's relaxed position and snatched his sketchbook smirking when Jeremy glared at him. He flipped open the cover as Jeremy tensed, pulling himself up a bit.
"What's wrong?" Tyler questioned, pressing a kiss into his damp hair.
"Nothing," Jeremy mumbled. Tyler went through all the wolf sketches he'd already seen and paused when the sketches changed to landscapes.
"These are really good Jer," he said, unable to stop himself from running a finger across the bold lines and clever shading.
"Well now you've seen so-" Jeremy reached for the book and Tyler pulled it away, flipping the page as he did.
"What am I not supposed to see?" he teased gently as he flipped another page. Jeremy didn't answer and he didn't have to. Tyler's body tightened as he let out a quiet sigh, his fingers clutching at the pages. "How did you?" Tyler didn't know how he knew, the memory he supposed. They were his hands; he just didn't normally see them from the perspective used.
"I did it from memory," Jeremy finally admitted quietly.
"That is amazing," Tyler breathed out in awe. His stomach tightened taking in the drawing again. His hands were clenched tight as they struggled against the belt that bound them. The veins in his arms pushed out against the skin. Even the belt was detailed amazingly, tiny wrinkles formed where it was bent oddly. He flipped the page, his breath shortening. The next sketch was Tyler asleep; his jeans still open from whatever encounter they'd just had. "God," he breathed out, covering his eyes for a moment. "We just finished up and you've got me ready to go all over again."
"I didn't tell you to look at it."
He laughed, dropping his hand and tapping the back of Jeremy's head.
"I wanted to."
"When do I get to see yours?"
"Unlike someone, I kept mine in my room."
"I'm sorry; I didn't want to stand through an hour long lecture about video games this morning." Tyler didn't reply, thinking of the sketch after sketch of Jeremy's back he had in his.
"Well I'm glad you brought it," Tyler finally said. He was turned on as equally as he was flattered the latter emotion lending back into the first in a vicious cycle. His pants tightened and he stifled a groan.
"Don't you ever rest?" Jeremy questioned.
"I can't help it, you're the one reminding me of all the amazing sex we've had."
"You didn't have to look!" Jeremy argued, laughing. Tyler set the sketchbook carefully to the side before rolling Jeremy under him the other way. He pressed a hot kiss to his throat.
"I think," Tyler announced as he pulled back slightly, "that I am addicted to you."
"I know what you mean." Tyler went willingly when Jeremy pulled him down by the back of the neck.
They didn't get ready to leave until the sun was kissing the horizon. Tyler took Jeremy's hand in his as they walked back though the trees.
"So how'd you find this place anyway?" Tyler didn't answer immediately. He didn't want to go there. But he knew Jeremy would understand.
"I used to come here when things got really bad with my dad. I've even spent a few nights out here." Jeremy hugged him, still keeping their hands together.
"I'm sorry Ty," he whispered.
"It's okay. It's our place now." Nothing could have stopped the smile that filled Jeremy's face. He pressed his lips to Tyler's softly, still smiling.
"I love you so much," Jeremy said. Tyler's chest tightened all over again as he looked up the inch and a half that separated them. He had to fight the urge to cry.
"I don't think I've ever been this happy Jer," he said, stroking his cheek, "I love you." He stretched up to kiss Jeremy's forehead before pulling him along once again. "Let's get some dinner on the way back and then we can just go from there."
"I think after dinner we should go to your place so you can show me your sketches."
"Yeah, okay." Tyler couldn't think of a single reason why not. They felt safer out of town, more able to touch each other. They had mutually agreed to keep the relationship a secret. Like it or not, the Lockwood family was still very much in the public eye. Their closest friends knew, Tyler still had yet to tell Matt, but honestly he was worried about his reaction. It wasn't that he didn't think he and Jeremy were going to last. He knew they would. Tyler figured at some point, there would be a good time to tell him. Glancing across the table he realized he wanted it to be soon. He didn't want Jeremy to be his dirty secret, though he didn't have a problem with him being dirty at all. He smirked to himself. Tyler loved everything about him. After today, he doubted he would ever get bored with him. He was so unexpected yet at the same time so damn perfect, so perfect that it probably shouldn't exist, not in his life at least. Tyler decided that didn't matter. He was going to hold on as tight as he could, for as long as possible.
The drive home was quiet. Tyler turned the radio on low and hummed with the music. It was a comfortable sort of thing but eventually Tyler had to know what Jeremy was thinking about.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" he questioned.
"Nothing much," Jeremy replied after a moment. "I'm really glad we did this today, all of it," he specified. Tyler smiled as he looked at him.
"The day's not over yet." Jeremy laughed quietly.
"That's true. Good thing we actually slept last night." Tyler didn't bother to tell him that he actually hadn't slept very much at all. He didn't know if he was subconsciously trying to exhaust himself before the change but he supposed it didn't matter overmuch. The thought of the approaching full moon upended his stomach and he tightened his hand on the steering wheel. Jeremy didn't ask what was wrong, he probably knew. Instead he leaned across, pressing his side against Tyler's and laying his head on his shoulder. Tyler let himself sigh quietly. How did Jeremy comfort him without saying a word? They stayed like that the rest of the drive, only separating when Tyler pulled into his driveway.
"Do you need to call Jenna?" Tyler questioned.
"Ugh," Jeremy groaned slightly, "yeah I guess."
"I'll see if my mom's still awake." Tyler left Jeremy to call and slipped inside. The house was totally silent, but there was a light left on in the foyer. Tyler knew it was for him and it made him smile.
When Jeremy slipped in behind him Tyler took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. As soon as the door was closed Tyler pulled him close and kissed him. Too soon Jeremy pulled away.
"Like I'm going to let you distract me," he muttered. Tyler sighed dramatically before sinking onto the bed.
"It's on the desk," he murmured. He clicked on a light as Jeremy searched. Grasping his prize in both hands Jeremy came back, sitting next to Tyler. Tyler couldn't stop himself from leaning closer as Jeremy slid it open. He was unexplainably nervous. It was as if his art had never been on display at school. Then again, he hadn't been leaning over the people's shoulders as they looked, terrified of what they would think. Their opinions didn't matter. Jeremy's did. Tyler watched as Jeremy flipped through the first pages of basic shapes and shading techniques. When he hit the beginnings of Tyler's architecture studies and landscapes Tyler ducked his face into Jeremy's neck. They weren't nearly as good as Jeremy's and he knew it. Jeremy just hmm'd quietly and continued flipping pages. "I think I understand what you were going through now. I don't suppose you'd consider stopping?" Jeremy smacked Tyler's hand away when he reached for the book. That was a no. Jeremy finally arrived on one of the pages Tyler had really been dreading. Even though he'd painstakingly taken the time to make the lines of Jeremy's back flow perfectly, it wasn't any good compared to the real thing.
Tyler slowly began stroking Jeremy's back. He wasn't trying to distract him again; it was more of a nervous action.
"Mm, now I think I know what you were going through," Jeremy murmured, leaning into Tyler's touch. "You've no idea how relieved I am…" he sighed out.
"Well, it turns out we have a lot in common." Jeremy smiled crookedly,
"Really?" he questioned on a whisper. In response Tyler leaned closer and kissed him, hand fisting in his shirt. With one hand Tyler pulled the book from Jeremy's hands, letting it slide to the floor. Jeremy let it go, grasping Tyler's shoulders in his hands before moving to straddle him. Jeremy kissed him teasingly, with the barest touches of his tongue to Tyler's lips. Tyler groaned before standing, taking Jeremy with him, he spun and dropped back onto the bed, Jeremy underneath him. He stripped off Jeremy's shirt and ran a hand down his chest before leaning in to kiss him again. Jeremy wrapped his legs around Tyler's waist, pulling him closer. Jeremy somehow managed to unfasten Tyler's jeans in the very limited space between them. He slid his hands under the denim edge, running them around to Tyler's ass. He pulled him even closer with the new grip. Tyler moaned into Jeremy's lips.
"Oh God," Jeremy breathed as Tyler thrust his hips into him. "Ty…" he let out on a groan. Tyler realized that he'd forgotten to lock the door when it creaked slightly. Both he and Jeremy froze. Tyler's first thought was 'Not again'…rapidly followed by 'Oh God indeed'. He already knew, though he wasn't sure exactly how. Turning his head he saw the silhouette of his mother in the doorway.
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