4. From the Window

Reid Garwin was wearing his signature black motorcycle gloves, gloves with the fingers cut out, which accentuated his rogue-boy image. And with those gloved hands Reid now caressed the girl's bare back, while his pale blue eyes fiercely scanned the girl's face for any change in expression which might indicate resistance to his forwardness. There was none. The girl, obviously, wanted him as much as he wanted her. Their lips met forcefully in a cold kiss, and their bodies were locked in a lusty embrace, and there they stood in front of the dormitory building which cast its evening shadow over them.

And Tyler watched them from the window, and, for all his jealousy and spite and rage, had not the strength to look away.

Now Reid moved his gloved hands up the girl's back, moving towards her hair, and Tyler watched hungrily as Reid took his hands off the girl's back momentarily and slowly removed his gloves. The gloves went into Reid's pocket, and Reid's hands were now stroking the girl's blond hair gently but unceasingly. Their lips never parted from the kiss, and Tyler deduced that they were most probably tongue-kissing, tongue-kissing. Tyler closed his eyes for a brief interval and tried his utmost to visualise Reid kissing him instead, Reid's tongue in his mouth, but opened his eyes again. He had to keep watching. The girl's hair was blond, but a kind of dirty blond colour that could never compare with the paleness of Reid's blond hair. Reid's hands were no longer in the girl's hair, where were they now? There they were, Reid's hands, on the prominent curve of the girl's jeans, Reid's palms were moving in sensual circles on the girl's butt, for what more could be expected of Reid? Reid, who had no cares for romantic gestures when his primary motive was sex. They had stopped kissing, but Reid now bent his head at an angle and began kissing the girl's neck. Reid took his time about neck-kissing; Tyler's eyes were riveted to the way Reid's lips would pause for agonising intervals on different areas of the girl's neck, sucking and biting simultaneously with the intention of leaving hickeys. The girl would proudly bear the evidence of Reid's love-bites on her neck the next day, and be the object of envy of all her friends. Tyler, from this distance, could not hear the anything from out there, but he was sure the girl would be moaning by now. Tyler's hand rose unconsciously to his own neck, and fingers traced patterns in his neck, while he attempted to imagine Reid kissing and biting him, Reid sucking on his skin, Reid giving him hickeys. Tyler froze – Reid's hands had inched their way under the girl's ample blouse. Tyler watched breathlessly as Reid's hands were now completely lost within the folds of the girl's blouse, Reid was touching her stomach, progressing higher and higher ever so slowly, in case the girl might protest.

The girl did not protest – she smiled, and it was at that moment that Tyler truly hated her with a vehemence which boiled his nerves and dulled his thoughts in a rising haze of bloodthirsty anger. His heart thundered away in his chest, and blood rose in his cheeks, and he was blushing now, blushing not with embarrassment but with rage. He hated her so much, hated her. He wanted, needed her right here in front of him, so he could kill her, kill her now, and his inhuman anger would subside. She was welcoming Reid's advances with a smile, she was encouraging Reid, she wanted Reid. This was not a sweetly romantic make-out session, this was foreplay. Blatant, conspicuous, undisguised foreplay. Tyler let out an accidental moan under his breath as he watched Reid caress the girl's bra underneath her blouse. Tyler for a brief heterosexual moment wondered what kind of bra it was. A lacy bra, probably, and maybe pink-coloured, or black. Tyler focussed his attention on Reid now, he could not bear to see what pleasures the girl was receiving; she did not deserve it, she did not deserve Reid. Reid's eyes had a glazed look to it, were they clouded with lust, or had Reid been drinking? Tyler hated the girl, hated the – the bitch. So much, so much hatred. Reid hair was tousled, made ruffled by the girl's stroking hands. Tyler drank in the view of Reid's body – a muscular, streamlined swimmer's body – as Reid pressed himself to the girl. Tyler's eyes widened as Reid pulled the unresisting girl towards the dormitory building.

Oh Reid, please fucking stop. Not with her.

Tyler's anger blossomed magnificently. His blood burnt within his veins as the Power, ignited by his emotions, rose in him. Tyler let out a shuddering breath as his eyes flared up, then blackened. His hands were sweaty and unsteady, and his thoughts were nothing but random, erratic shreds in the face of his rage. He would wreak hell on the girl, and he would kill Reid for this too. Reid ought to be kissing him, biting him, touching him, removing his shirt and –

Tyler smiled a menacing smile which distorted his boyish features. He would stop this now. He would meet the two right now in the hallway, and his Power was in full swing now, and he would kill . . . the girl? Reid? No, he would kiss Reid, kiss Reid, he would thrust his hungry tongue into Reid's surprised mouth while the girl would stand there in absolute shock. He would run his hands underneath Reid's shirt and caress Reid's taut abdominal muscles, relishing the scent of Reid. He would pull his shirt off right there and then, and let a confused Reid drink in the sight of his own body, and then he would pull Reid's shirt off too, while the girl would gape at them as her dreams of a perfect one-night stand collapsed round her. Tyler would give Reid no time to react, to protest, and Reid would be in such an advanced stage of lust and excitement that he would sleep with just about anyone. And Tyler's hands would move downwards to Reid's pants, no, Reid's belt first, and . . .

Revenge. Yes, revenge too. Reid was at fault as much as the girl. Reid would suffer for being so promiscuous, when he ought only to love Tyler alone. Yes, he would make Reid beg, make Reid plead, make Reid hunger for his body, he would, he would fuck Reid and make him pay for being so fucking sexy, he would –

"Tyler?"

Reid's hesitant voice. Tyler did not turn round, he did not want Reid to see his anger, his blackened eyes, his flushed face, his sweaty brow.

"Ty, I – uh – won't be sleeping here tonight, if y'know what I mean. Got a girl and all that."

Tyler's anger ebbed away alarmingly quickly, and he replied in a defeated tone. "Yeah. Good luck."

"Love you, Tyler."

Ahem. A few apologies first: sorry about the language, sorry about the 'mature content', and sorry that this chapter is (again) quite unrelated to other chapters. I'll sort that out, I promise. What a scandalous thing I have written. Eww. Haha. (To previous reviewers, thanks for your ideas, for I'm really struggling.)