LAST NIGHT
Carolina Liar
Follow up to Shut Up and Kiss Me

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Tyler shot for the bathroom the second his eyes opened, upending the contents of his stomach into the toilet. Last night was blurry, but not blurry enough. He let out a long groan and slapped a hand to his forehead, groaning again on impact. What had he done? God Jeremy was probably texting everyone in the country right now and telling them that Tyler Lockwood loved him. He could see the local headline now. 'Mayor's son loves punk pothead.' Okay so maybe not. But still. And the kiss. That fraction of a second, I cannot believe this is actually happening, kiss. Did he regret it? Yes. Yes he did, because now he was scared. More accurately he was terrified. Basically, he was a coward. But he had reason to be scared. Or at least confused as hell. Why had Jeremy kissed him? Morbid curiosity? Probably. Tyler would be lucky if Jeremy didn't hold it over his head for the rest of his life. He'd probably carry it into the afterlife too. Tyler imagined his headstone with a penis spray painted on it. Course, that was expecting that Jeremy outlived him, and that old man Jeremy would even do that. Tyler arched an eyebrow at himself as he looked in the mirror. Where the fuck was his mind this morning? Obviously not in his head. It was probably on the sitting room floor, where he'd left it before he called Jeremy. He brushed his teeth before going back to bed and pulling a pillow over his head.

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Jeremy got up when his alarm went off and paced his room for a long time before getting dressed. He sighed and shook his head when he had trouble deciding what to wear. Then again, last night had literally rocked his world on its axis. Tyler loved him. Assuming Tyler knew what love actually was. For the sake of this one sided, mental argument, he did. And Jeremy had kissed him. For reasons as of yet undetermined. What if it had all actually been a joke? But then Tyler seemed sincere. Drunk as he was Jeremy had his doubts that he would have been able to pull off a lie. But why exactly had Jeremy kissed him? This didn't make sense. And it was all Tyler's fault. Jeremy was perfectly fine with them being civil towards one another. That was all he'd ever wanted. But now Tyler had changed the game. Jeremy didn't know how to play anymore. He paced around his room again before yanking on shoes and jogging down the stairs, keys in hand. He stopped to get gas and coffee, grabbing some pain reliever on a whim, and then he got coffee for Tyler too. Something was wrong with him; Jeremy decided this as he headed for his car. He was bringing Tyler things to help with his hangover when he should be punching him, again. Then again, that would be wasting Tyler's lips. Jesus. He didn't just think that. Jeremy shook his head. He didn't. God, he felt like a schoolgirl standing on Tyler's porch. Two cups of coffee and a bottle of pills in hand, he waited anxiously for someone to open the door. He was debating ringing the doorbell again when the door opened. Tyler squinted into the sunlight, taking him in and wincing even more.
"Uh, hey," he muttered.
"I brought coffee," Jeremy blurted, "and these," he held out both objects to Tyler. What, was he trying to bribe his way in the door now?
"You want to talk, don't you?" Tyler asked, voice resigned. Jeremy bit his lip before nodding. "Alright, come on." He took the coffee and pills before stepping back and letting Jeremy in.

Everything was different today Jeremy thought. The room was different, the entire atmosphere was lighter, and he was nervous as hell. Tyler sank onto the couch that he'd occupied the night before, ripping open the bottle and taking some pills then looking up at Jeremy slowly. "So?" he prompted.
"Uhm," Jeremy muttered, feeling his face heat. "I-I don't really know I mean…everything is just convoluted and messed up and I don't know what to do."
"First piece of advice," Tyler said, holding up a finger, "is don't use big words. Second piece of advice, you don't have to do anything. We could both just pretend that last night," he winced around the words, "never happened." Jeremy stared at him blankly.
"Why?"
"Because," Tyler replied, "it's really fucking embarrassing."
"Why?"
"Come on Gilbert," Tyler sighed, leaning back, "we both know that nothing is going on between us. Never has, never will." Jeremy frowned slightly. "What?" Tyler continued, "All of a sudden you realize that you've loved me all along? After one drunken confession and a kiss?" He shook his head, taking another sip of coffee. "I don't think so."
"We kissed twice." Tyler stared at him blankly so he continued on, practically unhinging his jaw with the effort to get more words into the air. "And that doesn't mean you can just pretend that nothing happened. That nothing's changed," Jeremy protested.
"Trust me; it's in the best interests of both of us." Jeremy wasn't willing to just let it go. Tyler had brought all of this up. There was no sweeping it under the rug.
"Why?" he questioned again.
"It would never work. You hate me. And half the things that I've imagined doing to you would have you screaming and running for the hills." More heat jumped in Jeremy's cheeks and for a second his breath caught.
"I don't hate you," he murmured quietly.
"Well great, let's get married." Jeremy pressed his lips together.
"Why are you making this so hard?"
"I'm not making it hard Jer, it just is." Tyler sighed and let his head fall to the back of the couch, not realizing that he'd used the nickname. "You don't want to be in a relationship with me," Tyler said, eyes closing, "I'm a dick. You rightly don't like me and it would just end badly."
"So what's your suggestion?" Jeremy questioned.

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Tyler sighed. He didn't want to do this. But this morning he was being a realist. There was just no way that it would ever work.
"Just," a mental sigh here, "go home. Chalk it up to too much whiskey on my part and a natural amount of curiosity on your part." He heard Jeremy get off the couch, and assumed he was leaving. Instead he set his cup of coffee on the table before sliding into Tyler's lap, straddling him. Tyler jerked up, coffee barely staying inside the cup.
"So," Jeremy breathed, "what's your suggestion now?"
"Uh," Tyler closed his eyes briefly, working to breathe, "just don't-" stop…or move, "-just, shit."
"I never thought about it," Jeremy said softly, "I'll admit that, but now that I have…I won't pretend I don't know Ty." Tyler watched his lips as they moved, hypnotized. He stretched up, capturing Jeremy's mouth with his. He couldn't be held accountable. Jeremy had climbed into his lap all on his own. Jeremy moaned and Tyler pushed himself forward until flesh met at every turn. With some effort, he shoved his coffee onto the table without breaking the connection, sliding his hand up Jeremy's back and into his hair as soon as it was free. Jeremy wrapped his arms around Tyler's neck in response. Who gave a fuck if it didn't work? Right now Jeremy was in his lap kissing the life out of him. Tyler had always been taught not to waste opportunity. When Jeremy pulled back to catch his breath Tyler moved to his neck, not missing a beat. Jeremy moaned loudly, his mouth now free to do so. His hands tangled in the collar of Tyler's shirt, tugging on it. Tyler gave one last lick, scraped his teeth along the pink flesh, and pulled away. "What do you think now?" Jeremy panted.
"Baby," Tyler murmured, running a thumb over his bottom lip, "I'll think whatever you want me to think." Jeremy smirked down at him and Tyler thought that the expression on his own face was just a waste if it could look like that. He kissed him again. Things were better between them when they didn't talk.