Feel good
This is a small piece of a chapter that will be in Aftermath: On the Road, the planned sequel to Aftermath: Back Home. Unless another muse kisses me this little scene will be in it in excactly the way it is written here.
Tyler kneeled down, reaching for one of Jeremy's hand and began stroking it with his fingers.
"I made you feel bad."
Jeremy just looked at him, his face sad.
"Give me the chance to make you feel good. Even if it's only this one time."
Jeremy seemed to process what Tyler just said.
"Please Jeremy." Tyler reached up with his lips towards Jeremy's, stopping only inches from them.
"Why do you want to do that," was all Jeremy asked.
Tyler thought he had already said that. "Because I want to."
"But why this way?" Jeremy's breathing had become uneven.
"Because I want to, is that not enough?"
"What makes you think that I want you?" Jeremy replied sharp.
Tyler looked down and retreated with his face, muttering. "I'm sorry. I thought…," he didn't finish that sentence and let go of Jeremy's hand.
"What did you think?" Jeremy sounded angry.
"I… I…," Tyler stuttered, obviously embarrassed. "I was wrong," he reached to the side for the towel.
"Wrong about what?" the question caused Tyler to halt in his motions and looking up.
Jeremy was sitting with folded hands looking to the floor. Tyler waited, not sure what to say. Jeremy looked up again. Tyler guessed that he was unsure what to say.
"What do you think you were wrong about?"
Tyler stood up and made a gesture towards the spot left to Jeremy, who nodded. Tyler sat down next to him on the bed.
Tyler folded his hands as well, resting his elbows on his knees. "I thought I saw how you reacted at me, that you blush, your nostrils flaring and your eyes, how you looked at me."
Jeremy swallowed loudly.
"But if you don't want me, I won't do anything."
He tried to rise again.
Jeremy's hand suddenly appeared in his own and made him stop. His eyes followed the hand and stopped at Jeremy's eyes. Jeremy starting softly stroking Tyler's hand, accelerating his heart beat.
"Kiss me," Jeremy whispered.
Tyler swallowed before reaching for Jeremy's face and pulling it towards his.
Jeremy was gone in the blink of an eye. Tyler needed a second to regain his senses and started to look around wildly. He found the other man with his back pressed against the wall right next to the door. Fear was written across his face, his whole body spoke of panic and he stared at Tyler as though he was some mad beast trying to devour him.
"I…not…you," Jeremy stuttered, clearly searching for words. "I can't Tyler, I'm sorry I can't."
All Tyler recognized was the door flying open and Jeremy being gone.
Tyler fell back on the bed in a sitting position, his face falling into his hands.
"What were you thinking Lockwood?" He spoke to himself.