AN: Thanks for all the positive reviews. Please keep reviewing I like the feedback and knowing what people think of it. This is my first time writing slash fanfic, or any kind of fiction really. I'll try to update regularly and keep the chapter lengths consistent.
Chapter 2
Jeremy is sitting at his desk working on the portrait. Embarrassingly enough, he was able to pretty much finish up the drawing without Tyler in front of him. Jeremy's phone buzzes in his pocket. He takes it out and looks at it. He's received a text from Tyler, 'We can't do it at my house. Can we use your room?' Jeremy's heartbeat speeds up. He types, 'yeah.' He stares at what he's written for a long time wondering if it's okay. He finally sends it and Tyler quickly responds with, 'cool :)' 'Really? A smiley face?' Jeremy thinks. He spends 10 minutes trying to figure it out. Tyler is in his room sitting on his bed, on the spot where Jeremy sat. He groans at the fact he's sent a smiley face. Jeremy gets bold and a little crazy so he sends Tyler a ';)' back. Tyler is relieved but also a bit uneasy on what that means. Tyler texts Jeremy back. "I'll see you in a bit."
Tyler starts to get ready. He takes a shower, making sure he does a exceptionally good job of it. He wants to be very clean and pleasant for Jeremy. He lies to himself that he takes this much care all the time, that this was nothing special or out of the ordinary. And it wasn't. This is ordinary. This is what he does when he's preparing for an important date. Tyler has been in the shower so long that when he exits the bathroom he exits in the cloud of steam. Sufficiently drying him self off he throws the towel across the room onto his chair. He pulls on his white briefs and then rummages through his clothes picking out the one he's received the most compliments on. These clothes where the ones that were simple and form fitting, showing off the body he's achieved through hard work and perseverance. Tyler looks in the mirror playing with his hair. He gets flustered and frustrated because it won't sit down right. He looks at the clock and realizes he should leave and grabs his bag and jacket. He runs out the door saying, "Bye Mom. Going to Jeremy's. Be back later," to a bewildered Mrs. Lockwood. Tyler hops into his car and starts to drive.
Jeremy finishes preparing his room as he starts to stuff some of the things he couldn't clean away into his already full closet. Giving his room a once over, he's satisfied that it looks good. Jeremy finds himself caring about what he's wearing. He looks down and then in the mirror. His jeans are okay but his t-shirt... it has a pot leaf on it. Unsatisfied he looks for his good white V-neck T-shirt. Vickie got it for him when they went shopping one time, she always said it looked really good on him. He can't find it. He looks through the drawer two times. He checks under his bed, searching the darkness, no luck. He goes into the bathroom to look through the hamper. While pulling and digging through the clothes he hears, "Whoa what's got you so worked up?" Elena asks. Jeremy is startled, he didn't even notice she was in there. He shoves the clothes back into the hamper and closes it trying to look less frazzled. Elena looks at him through the mirror as she drags a brush through her long hair. "Nothing, I'm just looking for my white V-neck, have you seen it? I really need it." Jeremy says. "Yeah, it's on top of the dryer, you left it inside." "Oh, okay thanks." Jeremy says, as he's about to leave the room. "Hey wait a minute, what's going on?" Elena asks as she put a hand on her hip and leans onto the counter. "It's nothing," he says standing halfway out the room and looking at her over his shoulder,"Tyler is just coming over to work on the assignment." "Oh," she says with concern. And before she can say anything else about it, Jeremy rushes down to the laundry room to finds his shirt. He peels his shirt off over his head and eagerly puts on the clean white shirt. He feels better, more secure. 'Ding dong' comes from the front door. Jeremy rushes to the door and is half way there but it's already been opened by Elena. "Hey Tyler," Elena cheerfully says while facing him. Jeremy can't see that her eyes are narrow and her mouth is tight. Tyler is phased by it and says nothing. "Hey," comes from Jeremy who is now closer. Elena turns her head to face her brother and gives him the warm smile, over her shoulder, that should have accompanied her greeting. "Hey Gilbert," Tyler says relived to see Jeremy. Elena whips her head back to look at Tyler, and doesn't move. There is a pregnant pause. Tyler looks back and forth between Jeremy and Elena. "Elena," Jeremy whispers quickly. She reluctantly moves aside and leaves just enough space for Tyler to squeak by. "Do you want anything to drink?" Jeremy asks leading Tyler to the Kitchen. Elena follows them. Tyler sees that Stefan is on the couch watching TV. "Hey." Stefan offers when he sees Tyler. "Hey," Tyler replies to Stefan and then turns to Jeremy and says, "Sure, what do you have?" Jeremy opens the door to his fridge and looks inside. "Cola, sparkling juice, and water?" "Juice." Jeremy grabs two of them from the fridge. He hands one to Tyler. Jeremy sets his down and pulls out a bowl from the cupboard. He then empties a bag of chips into the bowl. Elena is watching all of this, while giving Tyler the evil eye. Tyler unscrews the bottle and takes a nervous sip of fizzy juice. He swallows hard. Jeremy shoots Elena a dirty look and she gives him one back which says 'What!' Jeremy grabs the bowl and his bottle. "My room is this way," Jeremy says tilting his head backwards. Tyler's attitude is subdued. He follows Jeremy up the stairs. He looks back at Elena, she points to her eyes and then at him. Tyler's eyes widen. "I'll be downstairs Jere if you need anything! Anything!" Elena yells after them. She joins Stefan on the couch. "Don't worry." Stefan says. He hugs her with one arm and kisses her on the top of the head. She slumps down into him.
They finally get into his room and Jeremy closes the door. Tyler is surprised at how clean and ready the room is: the bed is freshly made and the air is fresh. They set the refreshments down on the desk. Both are too nervous to eat or drink anything. Tyler sits down on the bed and pulls out his sketchbook. He turns to the page of the portrait, it's almost done too; Tyler tries to cover it. Jeremy openly displays his drawing. Seeing that, Tyler is less embarrassed. Tyler sits on the bed with his legs hanging off the side. Jeremy rolls on his chair in front of Tyler. Their legs are almost touching. Jeremy's left knee is in front of the parted space of Tyler's legs and vice versa. They can feel each others' heat. They hold that position. They sketch for a while. Jeremy is finished and so is Tyler, but they keep pretending to sketch, not wanting to change things, both of them enjoying the closeness. All that can be heard is breathing and the familiar scratch of pencil on paper. Tyler speaks up. "I need to use the washroom." "Oh okay I'll show you." They both put their sketchbooks down and stand up hastily at the same time, but because of how close they are their feet fight for ground and Jeremy loses balance causing him to fall on top of Tyler; their legs interlock. Jeremy braces himself on his forearms. They are both stunned not knowing what to do. From the waist down, Jeremy's body is in full contact with Tyler. The weight of Jeremy baring down on Tyler is comforting. Tyler can smell the floral notes from Jeremy's conditioner. It's intoxicating.
Jeremy tries to get up. "Sorry," he says. Tyler's right hand comes up to rests on Jeremy's bicep, holding him there. Jeremy rests back down and pauses for a while. He looks for reason in Tyler's face. Tyler's eyes are soft and vulnerable. His breaths are weak and his cheeks are flushed. Jeremy gets brave and impulsive and pushes his hips down and up into Tyler. Jeremy's mouth opens slightly as he does this. Tyler takes in a sharp breath and his eyes close. There is a pause and Jeremy does it again. A weak vulnerable "Uhh" comes from Tyler. He tightens his grip on Jeremy's strong arm holding him in place, keeping the world from spinning. Tyler's thumb find it's way under the sleeve of Jeremy's t-shirt and caresses the skin. "Do you want me to stop?" Jeremy asks quietly. Tyler's eyes open. He doesn't say anything. Both boys are filling the front of their jeans rapidly, the tightness increasing. They feel each others' growing heat. Tyler's left hand brushes up Jeremy's right side. His fingers slowly curl to grasp his lower back. His right leg raises to put his foot up on the bed. Tyler swallows. With this new gained purchase he bites his bottom lip and grinds up into Jeremy while puling him down into him. This draws a shuddered and breathy "Uhhhhhhh..." from Jeremy's parted lips. Seeing the pleasure he has given to the taller boy, Tyler starts grinding up into Jeremy. Jeremy responds by moving his hips in time with Tyler's. The hard flesh trapped in their pants rubs against each other, bringing them unprecedented pleasure. Both teens are filled with surprise, fear, and lust. Their movements are so urgent. Jeremy presses his chest down onto Tyler's and grabs hold onto his shoulders for a better grip. His head dips down into the crook of Tyler's neck and breaths in deeply. He can smell the older boy's hair products, soap, and shampoo. But through that he can smell Tyler and he likes it. The smell of his flesh fills his nose; he wants to lick him. Tyler can feel Jeremy's breathing on his neck. This makes Tyler feel weak and his right hand comes to the back of Jeremy's head pulling him in. The sound of rubbing fabric and staggered belaboured breathes fills the room. Their movements become more frantic. They hump into each other. The squeaking of the bed speeds up. Jeremy starts letting out grunts and high pitched sighs betraying how aroused he is. Tyler is trembling under the onslaught of friction. "Uhh... so close, don't stop," Tyler pleads as he hugs Jeremy tighter. Neither boy has ever felt this good, it's as if fire as been breathed into them.
Stefan can hear the boys fumble and fall down. He turns his head to look toward Jeremy's room. "What is it?" Elena asks. "I heard something from Jeremy's room." "What can you hear? What is it?" she persists. Stefan sits still for a moment and listens. His eyes widen. He can hear everything clearly and knows exactly what is going on. "Umm uhh it's probably nothing." Elena gets up. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" "I'm going to check in on them." "Just leave them alone. Come back and sit down." "I'll be quick." Stefan couldn't say anything else with out betraying what was privately going on in that room. Warning them in front of Elena would be suspicious. And forcing her not to go would be the same. He was powerless. He just had to hope they would hear her coming or just stop before she got there. As she scales the stairs and get closer she could hear struggling and grunts. She speeds up and runs to the door.
"Uhh... so close, don't stop," Tyler pleads as he hugs Jeremy tighter. Neither boy has ever felt this good, it's as if fire as been breathed into them.
The bedroom door bursts open and when Tyler sees Elena's face, he throws Jeremy off with a big push and yells, "Get off me faggot!" Jeremy lands on the floor extremely confused. Tyler quickly grabs all his stuff and pushes Elena aside, quickly rushing down the stairs and out the door. Elena quickly kneels down next to Jeremy. "Are you okay? I knew this was a bad idea!" Elena says with righteous indignation. "Why did you come to my room?" Jeremy pleads with exasperation. "Stefan heard some scuffling so I though I would check up on you," she reasoned, "and then I saw you two wrestling. I'm gonna so kick his ass!" "Elena, I'm fine okay! I told you I can handle myself!" Elena's head moves back. "I'm just looking out for you." "Yeah, I know. And I'm okay. I'll be okay. Okay!" Elena rubs Jeremy's arm and tries to help him up but he pulls away. He doesn't want her touching him and he especially doesn't want to get up just yet. "Okay..." She leaves the room. Jeremy is so confused. 'What just happened? Did I just really... with Tyler Lockwood?'
Tyler drives home thinking, 'Oh my god, oh my god, what was that?' He's very panicked. 'This can't be happening to me. This is really screwed up, especially with Gilbert. This is beyond messed up.' Tyler looks at the passenger seat. The drawing of Jeremy looks up at him. He covers it with his jacket. Tyler blows into his house. His mother sees him. "Did you finally finish that assignment with that Gilbert boy? I hope you two aren't becoming friends. You need to surround yourself with the right kind of people who will bring and foster success. He's not stable. Do you understand?" "Yeah," he yells back as he races to his room. Mrs. Lockwood shakes her head side to side with her hands on her hips as she watches his shape retreat upstairs. Once inside his room, he drops all his stuff in a pile and falls to the floor. His hands come up the sides of his head holding himself, his fingers in his hair. He can't understand what just happened. He can't be gay, he just can't be. Concern contorts his face. He doesn't know what to do. He looks around for an answer. His eyes land on his bed. He then scrambles to his feet and pauses. He examines it. His body quickly moves into action and he starts to change his sheets.
Monday finally comes. The bell for 3rd period rings. Jeremy is already waiting in his seat. "So were you able to finish the assignment?" Ms. Houston asks. She bends over supporting herself with her hands on her knees, lowering her face to meet his. She smells like jasmine. Her hair bounces from the movement. "Um... yeah I was." "See that wasn't so hard. Jerks are less jerky than you might think. You just need to penetrate their jerky exterior and extract what you need and leave them an empty husk." Ms. Houston squeezes Jeremy's shoulders together, nodding and smiling while looking him in the eyes, agreeing for him. "Now let's look at that drawing." Jeremy produces the drawing. Ms. Houston grabs the rendering from him and stands up tall. Looking at the portrait she 'hems' and 'haws' and her eyebrows raise signaling that she's impressed. "It's good. You really uhmmm care about your subject," she says as she gives him a sideways glance from above, "not that there is anything wrong with that..." Fear enters Jeremy's eyes and it moves him to speak but she interrupts him, "Nope! Forget what I just said. You're straight. So. Straight. Good job on the drawing I'm totally gonna give you an 'A'. An 'A' for absolutely straight." Jeremy's eyes widen. "Better?" Ms. Houston asks with cheery hope and a smile. Jeremy doesn't move and doesn't say anything. She safely judges that she's not made anything better and places the picture in front of Jeremy carefully as if he's a bomb that she doesn't want to set it off. After gently placing it down the drawing she pivots on her heels and returns to her desk. Jeremy is left shaken.
Time passes and there is no sign of Tyler. Jeremy knows he's not coming to class but he really needs to see him, to talk to him. He knows that there is football practice after school on Mondays, so he decides that he will wait for Tyler there.
As Jeremy sits in the bleachers watching the practice, his eyes are glued on Tyler. Tyler notices Jeremy's presence and fights the urge to look back at him. 'What is he doing here?' he thinks to himself. Tyler wants to run over to Jeremy and tell him to go away but he can't, not in front of everyone. His mind is distracted. He keeps fumbling the ball and forgetting what he's supposed to do in the play, where to run. "What's up with you man? You've been weird all day." asks Matt as they reset the play again. "Nothing, just didn't get much sleep last night okay?" Tyler keeps glancing at Jeremy and remembering what happened. What Elena saw. He hopes that he covered up what was actually happening. He wonders if Jeremy told Elena what was going on. "Weird, Jeremy is here," Matt thinks out loud as he spots Jeremy sitting in the stands. He smiles and waves to him. Matt feels a bit like a big brother to Jeremy considering his history with the Gilbert family. Jeremy smiles and waves back, but the smile drops away quickly after. Tyler watches this exchange. "He's never been into team sports, especially football," Matt says curiously out loud. "Why you asking me? How would I know?" Tyler says defensively. "I wasn't asking you. I was just saying," Matt says confused. Tyler's face is self-conscious. "Just stop messing up the play okay?" Matt says with a smile and playfully pushes Tyler on the chest, his hand only lingering to lovingly caress and tweak his left nipple. Tyler smirks in response. They go on with the play.
The practice is finally over. Jeremy watches as all the guys start to gather their things, talking to each other as they leave the field walking home. Tyler is one of the first ones to leave. He's in a hurry to get away from Jeremy. Matt follows his friend off the field calling after him, "Hey wait up!" Jeremy jumps off the bleachers and jogs towards the guy's change room. Tyler is hastily grabbing all his stuff out of his locker and changing into his street clothes. Matt tries to keep up but he can't. "I'll catch you later man, I have to go do something at home," Tyler blurts out. "Alright man..." is all Matt can get out before Tyler leaves. Tyler tries to avoid and lose Jeremy by going through the empty dark school. As he turns a corner he crashes into Jeremy. "Hey we need to talk," Jeremy says compassionately when he sees it's Tyler. Tyler pulls Jeremy by the arm farther away from the changing room and grabs the front of his shirt and says, "We don't have anything to talk about! Nothing happened!" Tyler then steps around Jeremy and starts to walk away. "You know that's not true Tyler," Jeremy says to his back. Tyler stops walking away. "What do you want from me Gilbert," Tyler says with out turning around, "no one will believe you if you tell them, they'll believe me over you." "I just want to talk to you," Jeremy pleads. "Well we're talking," Tyler says while turning around. Both boys are in the dark and it's hard to tell the expressions on their faces. "We have to talk about what happened in my room," Jeremy says. "I told you already, nothing happened!" Tyler forcefully asserts while quickly stepping towards Jeremy. Doing this he steps into the light emanating from the main stairwell. The light envelopes his figure from the left. Shadows are cast from his bulging muscles over his body. Jeremy steps into the light. "You know something happened, don't deny it. No matter how much you try to lie to yourself you know you liked it and wanted it as much as I did." Jeremy is in Tyler's face now staring him down. The light plays in Jeremy's hair bringing out the lighter tones. It warms his delicate features. Tyler doesn't look away, he steps into Jeremy pressing his chest into Jeremy's chest. "I'm not a faggot like you!" "That's not what it seemed like when you were in my bed, moaning and begging me not to stop." Tyler's mouth tightens at the statement. He pushes Jeremy into the darkness. Jeremy tears back through the light and takes Tyler to the ground.
The boys jockey for dominance. Tyler is definitely stronger and he is able to straddle Jeremy and pin his arms down by his sides. Both are breathing very hard. Jeremy rages against Tyler, bucking his hips trying to throw off the older boy. Tyler grins at Jeremy's flailing, at gaining some kind of control in a situation in which he felt like he had none. Jeremy stops moving and says, "Get off me." "I will if you agree to drop this, that I'm not like you," Tyler says. Jeremy's eyes are narrow and his mouth tight with frustration. There is a pause. A change happens in Jeremy's demeanor. His eyes soften into a smoldering glare with a seductive smile growing on his face. He ignores what Tyler just said and says, "Unless this is what you want," Jeremy asks slowly gyrating his hips upwards," and this is how you want it to happen. Here and now, in the school. So dirty." Tyler is taken aback by Jeremy and he slightly loosens his grip. Jeremy takes advantage of Tyler's state and rolls them over. He is on all fours over Tyler. His soft warm hands press Tyler's wrists to the cool floor and his knees bare his weight between Tyler's legs. "Face it! If you didn't like this, that wouldn't have worked." Jeremy grins and leans over Tyler, pulling and straightening Tyler's arms above his head. The fight in Tyler is waning. The shadow cast from Jeremy's arm runs across Tyler's now vulnerable eyes. The light still reaches the bottom of Tyler's face, reflecting off his moist lips. The shine of the light draws Jeremy's attention. Jeremy closes the gap between their faces. "No..." Tyler says looking away. "No what?" Jeremy responds, brushing his face on Tyler's, from his jaw to his temple, inhaling, smelling him. "No. I don't like this..." Tyler says even more meekly, his heart is racing. Jeremy moves in, his mouth is an inch away from Tyler's,"Really?" Tyler feels Jeremy's hot breath on his lips. He turns his face away. Jeremy follows Tyler. Tyler's face is turned as far as it will go, straining to turn away from the truth. Jeremy slowly moves in and gently places a kiss by his mouth. The warmth of Jeremy's soft lips breaks Tyler. Jeremy kisses him again, centered on the corner of his mouth this time. All the fight in Tyler has left and he turns his face to Jeremy. His eyes are no longer apprehensive, just open. Jeremy brushes his lips on Tyler's, his nose on his nose, gently left and right. He pulls back and his tongue comes out which slowly trails up the middle of Tyler's lips, barely tagging the tip of his nose. Tyler shudders at the warm wet sensations, and gulps. Jeremy kisses Tyler on the mouth. Jeremy moves his lips on Tyler's. After a while Tyler finally starts kissing back, pushing up, getting lost in the action. High pitched sounds of contentment are heard. Jeremy's tongue traces the seam of Tyler's lips seeking to gain entrance to his mouth. Tyler happily lets Jeremy invade his mouth. Their tongues touch and wrestle, entering each others' mouths. "Mmmm..." comes from Jeremy. Jeremy mouth tastes like fresh water. Jeremy can taste the slight fruit sweetness from sports drinks. The sound of their lips and desperate deep breaths scream through the silent hallways. Jeremy lets go of Tyler's wrists and pulls back and Tyler follows until he can't anymore, letting out a whimper. Tyler raises himself and props himself up on his elbows. His eyes search Jeremy's face and through rapid breathing he says, "What's wrong, isn't this what you wanted?" Tyler's hand comes up to caress and hold Jeremy's cheek and jaw. "No," Jeremy says, his face pained with sadness as he pushes Tyler's hand away. "Not like this, I didn't want to have to force you," Jeremy says while getting up off Tyler. Jeremy walks away into the shadows leaving Tyler dumbfounded on the floor, in the glaring light. Tears start to well in Jeremy's eyes.
AN: Tweaking the nipple is obvs a joke!