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OFC—Stacey Mackey

OMC—Michael Cowry

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Chapter 5: A Little Kiss Won't Do

To say he was nervous would be an understatement, because Jeremy was fricking scared! It was Monday morning and by then the whole school knew that he'd been on a date with Michael Cowry. He didn't know how they'd react to the news, but to be honest he didn't really care—well not so much anyway.

It was outrageous how in only three days Jeremy had come out and then quickly gotten himself a boyfriend. They'd spent almost all weekend with each other and Jeremy had enjoyed every minute of it. They also called each other and spoke for hours, just getting to know each other. Michael really was a great guy, he was good for Jeremy and Jeremy knew this and was grateful for it.

Jeremy sighed loudly as he unwrapped the bandages on his arms. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he figured it was safe to take off his bandages and not worry about the cuts suddenly bleeding and revealing his little secret. The cuts weren't so bad anymore; they were healing—slowly, but healing. They still stung a little, but it wasn't so bad anymore.

Jeremy let out another sigh.

When he was done brushing his teeth, he pulled down his sleeves then went downstairs for breakfast. Alaric and Stefan were missing, which was actually a surprise since they seemed to be there every other morning—they'd practically moved into the house with how often they were here then not.

"No Stefan or Alaric?" Jeremy asked sitting down and grabbing some bacon and pouring orange juice for himself.

"Nope," Jenna said. "Alaric had to leave early to complete marking."

"And Stefan wasn't home, but he'll be at school," Elena explained.

Jeremy nodded, biting into his piece of bacon and chewing thoughtfully. As he was about to drink some of the juice he'd poured his cellphone beeped indicating that he'd just receive a text.

Mike: Hey Jere, can I come pick you up?

Jeremy smiled to himself as he texted back.

Jeremy: Of course you can, Mike

Mike: Okay, I'll be there in ten.

Jeremy: Cool =)

"Let me guess," Elena said. "That's Mike, right?"

Jeremy blushed slightly. "Yeah. He offered to come pick me up."

"I like Mike," Jenna said. "He's a cool kid. And he's making you happy, which is an added bonus."

Jeremy smiled, he couldn't stop smiling these days. "Yeah, yeah."

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Never let it be said that Michael Cowry wasn't punctual.

"Later guys," Jeremy said getting up quickly and rushing out the house before the women could say anything else that might send him into a blushing mess.

"Morning," Michael said wrapping his arms around Jeremy and giving him a kiss.

"Morning," Jeremy replied when they finally pulled away from each other.

"Come on, let's get going."

They got into Michael's car and he drove them to school, some soft music playing in the background.

"Slept well?"

"Like a baby." Jeremy fiddled with the buttons on the radio, wanting to get a station that played music to his liking.

"Aren't you going to ask how I slept?"

Jeremy grinned cheekily, "No, I don't care how you slept."

"Ouch, that hurt!"

Jeremy chuckled.

"I slept pretty well, just by the way."

"Too bad you didn't choke."

"You are on fire this morning, aren't you?"

Jeremy grinned. "So you have football practise later?"

"Yep, wanna come watch?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I'll enjoying watching you get beat down."

"You are horrible today, you know that."

They both laughed, easy and comfortable. Jeremy liked how companionable they were, how easy things could be with them. He didn't have to be awkward around Michael, never felt like he had to force anything. It was a wonderful change.

They finally got to school, Michael driving into a parking spot close to the school door. Jeremy breathed in deeply.

"You okay?" Michael asked.

"Yeah," Jeremy nodded, "I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He was just about to step into school after getting a boyfriend over the weekend, but you know, he was fine.

"Okay," Michael said, the word loaded with everything he couldn't say. Jeremy got it: Michael was there, every step of the way. "Come on then."

They got out the car together. Michael held out his hand and Jeremy took it, smiling softly. They walked into the school, very much aware of the looks and whispers. Even if there were homophobes around, they wouldn't do anything to Jeremy, not with Michael around. Michael was very protective and bullies got hell if he caught them bullying anyone.

"You gonna go to your own locker?" Jeremy asked cheekily, grinning at Michael. The larger boy grinned.

"Sure thing, Gilbert." Michael wrapped an arm around Jeremy, pulled him close and gave him a dizzying kiss. "I'll see you at lunch."

"Yeah, see you then."

Michael smiled then walked off to his own locker.

"So you're going out with Michael Cowry now?" Tyler said from behind Jeremy. Jeremy froze for a second, palpitations taking over. He counted to five, letting himself get over whatever feelings had overcome him with Tyler's presence.

The teen rolled his eyes and closed his locker. He began walking but Tyler didn't leave, instead he walked beside the taller boy.

"What do you want from me, Lockwood?" Jeremy asked, more than annoyed. He didn't want to deal with Tyler, not right now— actually, not ever. He'd much rather never have to be around the footballer, because he just wanted to get over him in peace!

"Why Michael?"

"Why not Michael?" No reply. Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Why would you care anyway? You have Stacey."

Tyler frowned. "Yeah," he said, "and you have Michael."

"Exactly."

Suddenly, Tyler grabbed Jeremy by the arm and dragged him into an empty classroom.

"Lockwoo— —" But before Jeremy could finish his protest, he found himself against the wall, feverishly locking lips with the guy he was madly in love with.

Jeremy couldn't believe it! He couldn't believe what was happening. One minute, he was walking down the hall with Tyler Lockwood following him and being an annoying pest, and the next Tyler grabbed and pulled him into an empty classroom and started kissing Jeremy like his life depended on it.

The worst part about of it all though wasn't that Jeremy was kissing back—though that in itself was a big fucking no-no because Jeremy had a fucking boyfriend!—but that he actually allowed Tyler to pick him up, allowed Tyler to wrap Jeremy's legs around himself, allowed Tyler to grab his ass, allowed Tyler to grind into Jeremy, making them both make very sensual sounds that would only ever be heard in a porno, allowed Tyler to do all this without one ounce of protest.

It was so wrong yet so right.

Jeremy wanted this, had wanted it for so damn long. He was getting it now, but he couldn't have it. He was fricking dating Michael Cowry, a really great, really amazing guy! He shouldn't be here, doing this, with Tyler fucking Lockwood—whose girlfriend was fucking Stacey Mackey, dammit!

Tyler began attacking Jeremy's neck, all tongue and lips and teeth. He knew all the right places to kiss and lick to make the younger teen respond to him. Jeremy's fingers curled into Tyler's hair as he continued to kiss Jeremy in a way he'd never been kissed before.

It felt so fucking good—but it was so wrong, wrong!

Jeremy was panting heavily, grinding himself against Tyler's unmistakable bulge as Tyler did the same thing, large hands squeezing the younger teen's ass tightly, as his lips continued to attack Jeremy's neck.

"Fuck, fuck," Jeremy gasped, still grinding, head back so Tyler could keep going, keep biting and licking and sucking in all the best ways. A well placed bite and a well-aimed thrust had Jeremy gasping out the other boy's name, which seemed to spur him on. "Tyler! Shit, yes."

Tyler growled, low and animalistic and it sent Jeremy. He was close, so fucking close, and he was ready to explode, feeling Tyler against him, Tyler's lips and teeth and tongue against his neck, Tyler's fucking bulge, thrusting and thrusting and promising so much more, and his hands, touching soft skin under Jeremy's shirt, and cupping at his ass, pulling him closer, squeezing and—

Fuck!

The bell rang for morning registration, cutting into the haze in Jeremy's mind, the continuous litany of Tyler, Tyler, yes, Tyler.

'Shit!' Jeremy thought, the constant, resonating Tyler, more, Tyler, Tyler slipping away. 'What am I doing?'

He finally came to his senses, realising what he was doing and who exactly he was doing it with.

'I can't do this. I can't do this!' Jeremy thought, shaking the funk from his head. "S-stop," he stuttered, quiet and choked, trying to push Tyler off him.

Tyler didn't stop, he continued to kiss Jeremy, kissing his lips, his neck, anything he could get his lips on, grinding into Jeremy, thrusting and thrusting and doing everything Jeremy had wanted for so long that this almost felt like a dream. But Jeremy couldn't, not now, not anymore.

"Tyler, stop!" Jeremy said more firmly, pushing slightly at Tyler's chest, forcing his fingers to remain plastered on Tyler's chest, to not clutch at his shirt and beg him to go again, to continue, to kiss him like they were dying and they could never do it again. No. He couldn't do this.

"Don't you want this?" Tyler asked, sounding surprisingly confused.

'Yes!' Jeremy thought desperately but replied,"No. I don't want this."

Tyler hummed, leaning so close to Jeremy that they were breathing the same air. Jeremy stayed as still as possible, refusing to be baited, refusing to move. Tyler's eyes stayed on him, he could feel them, moving over his face, watching him.

Tyler hummed again, nodded and then said, "I told you once and I'll tell you again: you're a terrible liar, Gilbert."

Jeremy kept his features on lock, refusing to give anything away. "Just get off me, Lockwood," he whispered, "now!"

Tyler sighed and put Jeremy down with an almost disappointed sigh. Was Tyler fucking kidding right now?!

"Fine," he said, "whatever." Tyler looked at Jeremy for a few seconds then smirked. "Later, Gilbert." Then he walked out the class.

Jeremy couldn't believe it. Tyler had— Tyler had kissed him. He'd kissed him and it turned him on! Tyler wasn't disgusted about it, didn't punch Jeremy's lights out. He wanted Jeremy, had shown that he wanted Jeremy; that he could be with Jeremy, like this.

But what the actual fuck?!

Jeremy hopped down from the desk he'd been on and sprinted out the classroom. The hall was empty by then because everyone was in morning registration. The teen ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, finding it thankfully empty. He sighed relieved then walked to the mirror to see the damage.

"Fuck!"

Tyler— the asshole!

Right next to Jeremy's Adam's apple was an unmistakable, and very visible, purple hickey. The asshole left a hickey on Jeremy's neck, right where everyone could see it! Not only did Jeremy's lips look well kissed, now he had a fucking hickey the size of Texas on his neck… were everyone could fucking see it!

"Fuck!"

Jeremy couldn't go to class now—his shirt didn't work with hiding hickeys—so he decided to ditch. That was the only thing he could do in this situation. There was no way he could go to class now. People would see the hickey, assume shit, say something and then Jeremy would lose a boyfriend as fast as he'd gained one.

Fuck!

Jeremy pulled his hoodie over his head and walked out the bathroom as casually as possible. He'd ditched enough times to be considered a professional, so getting out of school was easy. He knew Jenna wasn't going to be home till later so he decided he'd go there—not like he could go anywhere with a giant ass hickey, that wasn't given to him by his boyfriend, on his neck.

Jeremy got to the house and went straight up to my room and locked himself in there. He dropped his backpack on the floor and got undress so he was only left in his undershirt and boxers and then went to my computer. He quickly googled: How to remove hickey's in one day.

There were a lot of ways one could remove hickeys, but Jeremy needed something that would work fast, possibly remove the hickey in about seven hours because that's how much time he had before Elena got back home.

He finally got one that was supposedly going to work in an 'instant'. He read though it quickly, cataloguing if he had everything, then got to work. All he needed was half a lemon, a comb, and an icepack.

Jeremy went down to the kitchen and got the lemon—cut it in half—and the icepack then went to Jenna's room and borrowed her comb. When he had the things he needed, he walked to the bathroom. The instructions said he needed to rub the lemon on the hickey for five minutes then run the comb over it till it started to pale. The icepack was if it went red and hurt when you were done.

So Jeremy did what was instructed, rubbing the lemon on the hickey for five minutes then scraping it with the comb. It did hurt, as expected, but it was working! Ten minutes later all that was left was a red blotch. Jeremy put the icepack on and walked back to my room—after throwing the lemon away and putting Jenna's comb back where he'd found it.

He got into bed, icepack still on his neck, and went straight to sleep. Tyler was such an asshole. An emotionally draining asshole.

…TBC…

So yeah… that was… that was weird… I don't know how that ended up happening either; I was just going with the flow…

Did You Know: Originally this story was going to be a two-shot but then… then something happened and now there're more chapters… but yeah… oh yeah… and the whole curing hickey thing there, I don't know if it really works or not, but you can try it and see… LOL…

Anywhoo…

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