"I was afraid you'd be here."

Jeremy Gilbert nervously made his way tohis seat, his eyes avoiding Tyler Lockwood. After the whole Vicki Donavan fiasco he wasn't sure what to do or say around the jock. They'd fought over a girl. The girl had run off. Now the girl was dead. And Tyler was acting more aggressive than usual.

He could be mourning, Vicki had at least claimed him as hers, but Jeremy had a feeling this wasn't grief. He'd seen grief, knew it rather well considering the death of his parents a year ago. Whatever Tyler was going through was something totally different.

"The hell are you doing in detention?" Tyler was clearly happy to see him.

"You get caught drugging it up behind the bleachers?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Lockwood."

He was already annoyed about being stuck at school late. It would give Jenna a reason to worry. She was already talking about therapy for him and Elena. Though Elena seemed to be coping fine according to everyone under the sun. She'd even managed to nab a new boyfriend. But Jeremy? They still handled him with kid gloves. Like he was going to break or something. He supposed the drug use had something to do with it but that had stopped with Vicki's death.

"Seriously, what are you in for?" Tyler asked.

He was turned around in his seat, facing Jeremy.

"Late to class. Coach Tanner."

Tyler scoffed.

"Figures."

Jeremy pulled out his notebook, readying himself for a long sixty minutes. He was surprised when Tyler was still facing him.

"What?"

"Don't you want to know what I'm in for?" his former rival asked.

Not really. But he didn't want to start anything. Tyler seemed to be in a good mood.

"Fine, what are you in for?"

"I kicked some freshman's books down the stairs and wedgied him"

"Oh." Classy.

"The little shit was getting mouthy. I had to show him his place."

Right.

"Well, I have homework to do so--"

"You got new cologne or something?"

Tyler was sniffing the air. Jeremy shook his head.

"No. Why?"

"Something smells...really good."

The jock was up out of his seat, continuing to sniff. Jeremy watched him, half interested as he covered the room in search of whatever he smelled. When he began circling around Jeremy, however the young freshman began to feel uneasy. He certainly hadn't tried anything new as far as soap or deodorant products and he only wore cologne on dates (which he hadn't really much had). Tyler finally stopped before him.

"Dude, what--" Jeremy began when suddenly the older boy was pressed at his neck breathing in deeply.

His brown eyes fluttered as he straightened.

"It's you. Fuck, Jeremy it's you."

His pupils were dilated, the normally smug look of entitlement replaced by a look of wonder.

"God why do you smell so..."

Suddenly he pulled Jeremy out of his seat, close enough to bury his face in the startled boy's neck.

"T-Tyler?"

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, Tyler on top of him. His legs spread apart as the older teen nudged himself between them.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

He tried to shove Tyler back but Lockwood was much stronger. He growled at Jeremy's resistance before pining his arms up above his head. His pelvis then ground into Jeremy's and something stirred in the both of their pants.

Jeremy breathed out loud as his young cock hardened immediately. At his age it didn't take much. Tyler groaned a satisfied response and continued to move against him.

"Nnngghh, Jer...what are you doing to me?"

Jeremy let his head fall back on the tiles, his brain too overwhelmed to respond. He'd only had sex once before, with Vicki while they were both high. This that Tyler was doing felt completely different. It felt exhilarating. It felt right. It felt like--

"Haaaaaaaaaah!"

His hips jerked hard as his body climaxed, unable to take the stimulation. Tyler's thrusts grew harsher and Jeremy lost himself. When his orgasm subsided, Tyler was still working on his own. He buried his face in Jeremy's neck, inhaling loudly.

"Fuck, Jer. Oh fuck!"

Then he was biting him, hard as his hips went frantic. Jeremy screamed, it hurt like hell, but he couldn't get the heated jock off of him. Tyler released a strange growl after a moment, when he too had finished. The two lied still for a moment, both breathing hard as they attempted to recover. Tyler's breath touched the wet bite on Jeremy's neck oddly soothing it.

"Umm..." Tyler slowly pulled off.

Their eyes met briefly before both boys looked away.

"I...uh...I think I better go," Tyler was on his feet.

Jeremy was again surprised when he helped him up, not offering a hand but simply taking his shoulders and pulling him to his feet. Another awkward stand-off.

"Yea, I'd better go."

Tyler quickly turned and fled the classroom. Jeremy stared after, still in a daze. Absently his hand touched his neck and he flinched at the tenderness. That son of a bitch had bit him! Yet he couldn't bring himself to be angry. He was still too befuddled by what had happened between them.

We really just dry humped in the middle of detention.

The huge wet stain at the front of his pants was proof enough. And Tyler had sported one as well. Jeremy glanced at the doorway, as if Tyler would reappear.

I'd better get out of here too.

He quickly collected his notebook and shoved it into his backpack. He was just about to jet out when he noticed Tyler's backpack on the floor. He'd been in such a rush to leave that he'd forgotten it.

Before thinking it through, Jeremy scooped up Tyler's backpack and hurried out as well. He would return it in the morning. If not in school then at the Lockwood's place.

What am I doing? Tyler isn't my friend. Why go through the trouble?

He dared not recall how perfect Tyler had felt above him.

Then what is he?

Or how his heart had raced with his breath on his neck. This was Tyler Lockwood, jock, mayor's spoiled only child, major dick. He wasn't supposed to feel so good.

But he did, and Jeremy couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about him. Rubbing his sore neck, he hurried on home, his mind replaying the encounter on a loop.