Chapter 17

The~Ripples~of~the~Water

[Tyler, on the phone with Michael]

"Hey, what're you doin'." He says in a calmer voice than he expected.

"Hey! Nothing, was going for a night swim later. What's up."

"Wanted to know if I could come over." There's a hint of hope in his tone. Tyler couldn't handle a rejection at this point.

It was a good thing he didn't get one. Michael told him he could come over and swim. That he had some trunks if Tyler needed them. It was just what he needed. He could swim for a bit and forget what he saw. But when it came to Gilbert, forgetting anything about him was damn near impossible. And Tyler knew it.

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Tyler drove up to Michaels' house and saw the other athlete with his perfect body in his baggy white and blue swimming trunks. He noticed the way Michael walked over to his car. How he smiled. The shade of his eyes. The color of his lips. And that smell. He smelled of chlorine and mint-vanilla. It was his coffee he was drinking. The scent was intoxicating. The whole image was. Tyler tried shaking his head of his thoughts, but no good.

"Here you go man." Michael had a pair of trunks in his hand and tossed them to Tyler before he could say anything. They were black and gold.

Tyler let Michael walk in front of him while he gripped the swimming trunks in his hands. He had to remind himself that he wasn't there for anything but to talk and swim. Michael was his friend, and as stupid as he felt about it, Jeremy was still on his mind.

"The pool's out back. Hey did I smell food from your car?" Michael must've had a damn good sense of smell because he had all ready walked off when Tyler shut the door.

"Oh, uh. Yeah. You hungry?" Tyler actually forgot about it. His head was clouded with other things. But when his stomach rumbled, he went to get it. Just as Michael said he was starving.

After Tyler made his was back to the deck where the pool was he saw Michael sitting there with two cans of Mnt. Dew and forks.

"What'd ya get?" Michael said almost child like. It was, actually kind of cute.

Tyler took note and started to laugh. "Chinese. There's: General Tsous', Sesame Chicken, and uh, this stuff with cashews. Forgot the name." He found himself laughing again.

"Damn man, you hungry or what?" Michael said as he handed the other boy the can of drink and a fork.

They both had plates and dumped some different pieces of chicken together and grabbed some egg rolls. The way they ate you'd think they hadn't eaten in two months. Piece after another. But it still wasn't as bad as 'ol Big Mac the other day. That guys gonna have a heart attack before he's 30 if he keeps that up.

After they inhaled the food Tyler went inside to change. By the time he got back to the pool Michael was already in swimming laps. Before Tyler dove in he watched as Michael moved so gracefully. It was like swimming was his first nature. The way the boy moved in the water made Tyler smile. Was as if time stood still for just a second and focused on the ripples of the water. It was a trance.

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"You gettin' in or what?" Snapped Tyler back to reality. He laughed and drove his body toward the clear aqua blue. He went to the bottom and stayed for a while until his lungs couldn't hold it any longer. When he made his way back to the top Michael was standing right in front of him.

"So what happened?" Was this guy freaking psychic or what? Or maybe he could just read Tyler better now.

"What do you mean?" Tylers' eyes stared into Michaels' and was already aware of what he meant.

"I know you didn't decide to come over with a bunch of food for the heck of it. Problems in paradise?"

Tyler didn't know what to say. He had told Michael everything already. Was he ready to confess more? It was so unlike Tyler. To confide in anyone. Especially this much. About- well about something someone could judge him on. People could be so closed minded. Except for Michael. That was one of the things that made him so likable in the first place. So trustworthy.

"It uh, I think the thing with Jer is dyin' down. That's all." Judging by his face, it was obvious that it wasn't, "all". Tyler began swimming to the other side and nearly swam into the wall when he heard what Michael had to say.

"That sucks man. I- uh, I know how you feel. Dakota and I- uh, I broke- broke up with him. I caught him uh- well, let's just say there's a new guy on the lacrosse team that just came out."

Michaels' voice was quiet and slightly unsteady. He watched as Tyler stood straight up and turned to face him.

They were both quiet as the two boys gradually made their way to the side of the pool. Neither of them breaking eye contact.

"That- that really, sucks. Man, I'm sorry." Tyler searched for better words but it was all he could come up with.

Tylers' back was against the hard wall as Michael crept his way in front of him. Searching for any signal.

Suddenly it was as if Tyler had no control of his hands at all. He moved them towards the back of Michaels' neck and drew him in for a curious and anxious kiss. Their lips were slightly frozen until Michael responded.

Michael opened his mouth just enough for Tylers' tongue to peek access and met with Michaels'. As soon as it did they both felt a rush of excitement. It was better than any other high or drunken haze Tyler had ever been in. The taste of the other boy was thrilling.

Before Tyler knew what was going on he felt himself pinned to the wall by Michael. The kid had strength. The other boys' arms surrounded him and his mouth was trailing its way down Tylers' cheek and down to his neck. Not having to think about it, Tyler moved his head making it easier for Michael to wander around his sensative neck. Leaving bite marks and tracing his tongue around them. The other side of his neck was dominated by Michaels' strong hand rubbing up and down Tylers' tense neck and shoulder.

Tyler felt the way Michael kissed him. He closed his eyes and felt how Michael took his mouth and lead it down to Tylers' chest. The other boys tongue glided over Tylers' bare nipple and began to suck just below it. He could feel Michael avoiding his skin with his teeth trying not to hurt him.

As good as it felt, Tyler wanted more. At this point he had forgotten completely about anyone else and just lived in that moment. He had hunger in his eyes and wanted whatever it was that could satisfy him. To numb the rage he had before. So Tyler took his left hand and grabbed Michael from under the chin and drug it to his mouth. Tyler kissed the other boy sweet and tenderly.

His fingers tangled between Michaels' hair and slightly dug his other hands' fingertips into the back of his neck as Tyler began biting his lower lip. He would suck on Michaels' lip as he felt Michaels' hand trail down his hard body. This made Tylers' heart race. It felt as if time had slowed down again and all he was aware of was Michaels' tight grip on his hard and pulsating penis.

In almost a teasing manner Michael would stroke Tyler every few seconds as Tyler deepened the kiss. A moan escaped from Tylers' lips as Michael took his hand off of him.

"My parents won't be back for hours." Michael said hesitantly. Almost as a question. Tyler could tell Michael was going slow. Giving the other boy time to think about what he was doing. The last thing Michael wanted was to pressure Tyler into anything. But the poor kid just broke up with someone. His heart was hurting, but so was Tylers'. They both had the same idea as Michael started walking out of the pool and Tyler followed.

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They kissed each other all the way from the pool to the bed room. Tyler didn't even notice what Michaels' room had looked like. All he paid attention to was how damn big the house was. It seemed like forever until they reached Mchaels' bed.

The two boys were soaking wet and had gotten Michaels' room drenched with water. But they didn't care. Michael put his hand on Tylers' chest as he pushed him down on the bed. He worked his way from Tylers' full lips to the crook of his soft neck to his tight chest down his heroic abs. That's where Michael began to linger. He took his time. Using his tongue and lips wisely. Managing to make Tyler whimper slightly as the bulge in his shorts was becoming unbearable.

Michael took notice and looked back up to Tyler to see if it were okay. Tylers' eyes were impatient and his chest was heaving up and down. He threw his head back and moaned eagerly as he felt his trunks being torn off of him. In less than a few more seconds he felt the heat from Michaels' mouth. The moisture from his lips and tongue to Tylers' anxious manhood.

His hips would spasm up and down as Michael bobbed his head onto Tyler. This made Tyler go wild with orgasmic pleasure.

Finally Michael moved his tongue over the head of Tylers' member and kissed the side. He took his hands and guided them over Tylers' thighs. He felt them shake as Michael firmly gripped them.

Tyler pulled Michael back up and started kissing him a little more roughly this time. Almost in a dominant manner. He was letting lust and desire take over his mind and all sense of what was right and wrong flowed out from his thought process. All he was concerned about that night was Michael. And oddly enough, how he didn't want to hurt him. How whatever they did they would talk about it later. He also realized that even though it was almost as if Michael was his rebound, that he cared about him.

No one else would have helped him the way Michael did. Excluding one other person- Tylers' body had tightened.

This prompted Tyler to dig his fingers to the back of the other boy and flipped him on the bottom while he slowly drug his shorts to his ankles and off his body. Tyler couldn't help taking a moment to appreciate the size of the boy beneath him. His focused was distracted as Michael took his hands and brought Tyler down with him. Kissing him repeatedly and sucking the bottom of Tylers' lips ever so often. He'd ghost Tylers' luscious lips sending vibrations to the back of his throat.

At this point they were both completely exposed with only Michaels' navy blue comforter shielding patches of their skin. The two of them were lying on their sides facing each other exchanging a memorable kiss and stroking the other boys' hair. Finally Michael opened his eyes, pulled back his head and asked Tyler the question he was terrified to hear the answer to.

"You're sure?" His eyes avoided Tylers' and stared at his smooth perfect face. Taking note on the shape of Tylers' lips, his cheekbones, and dragging his eyes to the way Tylers' collarbone had appeared and how bad he wanted to kiss and suck on it.

Tyler figured he shouldn't answer and just show him. He brought Michaels' two fingers to his mouth and starting sucking them seductively. He could tell Michael knew what it meant. He brought a third to his lips and grooved his tongue through every curve. The relief was that Michael took the initiative and brought his slick fingers to the access of Tylers' tightest orifice. The stronger of the two jocks had let out a hungry yet painful whimper as he felt Michael working him open. He was never the one to experience this. It was his first time and even though he'd never admit it, Tyler Lockwood was scared.

His emotions must have gotten the best of him because he didn't notice Michael grabbing a bottle of lube and condom. He had already prepped his stiffened cock and was just about to sink his length into Tyler when he heard the other boy gasp in realization and left the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm- I'm so sorry." Tyler was breathing so heavily and could barely think straight. All he wanted to do was grab his clothes and rush out of the bedroom that was covered in the scent of musk and regret. He didn't even stay to put his clothes on. He went through the door that he had regret coming into in the beginning and put on his tainted clothes.

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He thanked God that Michael didn't open his door to find Tyler dressing himself. Even though, Michael wanted to go after him. Michael wanted so badly to be there for Tyler. Not even to ask him what was wrong but to just hold him. And that's when Michael realized it. He had feelings for Tyler Lockwood. The boy who just scurried out of his bedroom with hurt, regret, and udder sadness in his eyes. He also realized that Tyler obviously still had Jeremy in his heart. And he couldn't blame him.

Finally Tyler made his way to his car fully clothed and with one thing on his mind: Jeremy. But he couldn't bring himself to forget the whole reason that made him call Michael in the first place. Tyler had no other choice but to go home. He couldn't turn to Jeremy and he sure as hell couldn't go back to Michael. He just went to the one thing he always did; alcohol.

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A/n: Sorry for the lack of Jyler, but I figured Myler would be just as good. Haha, Myler. That's funny.
Tell me what you think! Seriously, doesn't matter if it's one word or a hundred, go for it. :)
Oh! And to see the vibe I was going for, play the song: Roller Coaster - Red House Painters [During the pool scene, mainly.]
It's a bit of a difficult song to find, but when you do, you should totally play it during the pool part. His voice really captivates the emotion between the two. At least that's what I thought, :) Hope you enjoyed it!
I posted a pic of what I pictured Michael to look like, if you're curious. :)
Whispers: Only, with shorter hair! I wanted someone with green eyes, but I couldn't find one. :(
I started a fic about Stefan and Caroline! If you're interested in the pairing and want to read it, tell me what you think! Please and thank you. :)