CH; Through some hoops

The football players had kept the news - now confirmed to be true without any reasonable doubt -of Tyler and Mr. Salvatore The Elder to themselves. They figured Tyler was their captain and their friend. He'd gotten them out of trouble loads of times. The least they could do was to let him keep his relationship - or whatever it was - with the coach private.

Sean rubbed his neck as he left the history classroom, "Bye coach," he said as he left.

But even couples who were trying to keep things under wrap were painfully obvious sometimes. "Hey Matt..." he greeted as he reached the basket ball court. "I gotta ask you something."

"Shoot, bro," Matt said as he took a shot at the hoop.

"You're Tyler's best friend, right?"

"Yeah..." Matt paused and turned to Sean. "Look man, if you have an issue -" he said defensively.

"I don't," Sean said, "I just... are they actually a couple?"

Matt blinked. "What?"

"They never...-" he struggled for words, "Do anything." he said, "Besides when Ryan said Ty practically raped him in the locker room, they never touch, other than casually, like all of us do, or kiss - I mean, I realise they're both dudes, but bro-?"

"You've just seen them at school man. They keep their private life private," Matt said, "If they started doing stuff at school, Damon would get in trouble. The principal turns a blind eye cause Damon's on the Council Board and is the head of a founder family - and they've been together since before he started working at the school, but if they got obvious he'd be forced to follow regulations."

"Ah - so they're... like a normal couple?"

"I wouldn't say normal..." Matt said, thinking about the way Tyler had, eh, assaulted - for the lack of a better word, Damon. "I mean, They're both dudes - and they treat each other like it. It's not like your standard relationship..."

"So who the chick between the sheets?" Sean asked teasingly.

Matt chuckled, "That's really not my place to say."

"Oh man," Sean paused, "Tyler told you?"

"Hell no - the closest Ty came to telling me about anything they 'do' was telling me to mind my own business- and that he doesn't share."

"But you know?"

"I kinda stumbled in on them..." Matt smirked, "The only thing I can tell you, that my very intoxicated brain remembers..." Sean stared at him expectantly, "Is that when they're together, nothing else exists...," he said and shot the ball into the hoop. "And Tyler's dad actually respects Damon -"

"So he knows?"

"Heavens no. Although the Spring Fling should be interesting." Matt grinned.

"They're going together?"

"Yeah. I mean, it requires that all singles go single and all couples go together - with the red and white silk bands and everything."

Sean grinned, "Oh I'm so gonna be there for that."

"Yeah, although, if you're heading up to Tylers afterwards you might wanna knock."

"You-"

"..."

~*~TLDS

Damon was sitting in the passenger seat of Tylers car as they drove out of town. Tyler had decided they needed some time for themselves before the ball which was, in Damon's opinion, coming too close too fast. Damon had planned to head back to the Boarding House to sleep when Tyler had simply ushered him into his car.

It really did remind him that the only power he had in this relationship- or whatever the fuck this had turned into, was what power Tyler gave him. What Tyler wanted, Tyler would have. It made him wonder why he put up with it. Then he glanced over at the werewolf in the driver's seat next to him and got a fluttering feeling in his stomach. His mind drifted to earlier that week in the locker rooms.

"What got you all pink?" Tyler teased.

Damon scowled and just sprawled out further in his seat, "Where are we going?"

"I told you," Tyler grinned, "We need some time for ourselves." he said as he turned in to where Damon knew lead to a small, but nice, hotel.

A few minutes later, just like he thought, they stopped in front of a regal looking building. It was not big, but it had character to spare. Damon sighed. He was so tired...

Tyler knew of it because it was where his father brought the occasional late night business meetings. He had also told Tyler to take his prom-date there last year. Because of the soundproof walls. He hadn't. He'd never take Damon somewhere he'd taken his casual fucks. "C'mon," he said and jumped out. He walked quickly into the reception, and by the time Damon had managed to drag his exhausted body inside, he already had keys and was eagerly ushering Damon towards the stairs.

As soon as they made it half way up, and out of the receptionists sight, he swept Damon off his feet and carried him. "Hey!" he protested. "I can walk -"

"It's quicker this way," Tyler leered at him. Damon just rolled his eyes, but was too tired to do anything other than just resting his head against Tyler's shoulder.

A few minutes later they entered a simple, but stylish bedroom. Damon huffed as Tyler started to undress him, but knew that he didn't really have a choice in the matter. "Get in bed." Tyler said and he undressed himself even quicker. "Under the covers," he specified.

Damon nearly moaned when he felt the bed, firm, oh so firm, but cushy and he felt the world starting to pull him into oblivion. But he couldn't.

Tyler slid into the bed bedsides him and pulled Damon into a spoon, snuggling him close. Damon sighed as Tyler's heat warmed him. The warmth soaked into his very bones and he felt even sleepier. But rather than the soul deep exhaustion, it was a good sleepiness that overcame him.

But Tyler seemed to have other plans. Damon felt Tyler's not-so-subtle and slick hard-on pressing against his back. His legs were hiked slightly apart and he felt the fat crown pressing into him.

Damon cried out at the pressure."Shhh," Tyler soothed. Damon dug his nails into the tanned arm by his head. He felt like he was being split in half. It was just too big. "Too much-" he gasped as Tyler slid into him. "Oh god..."

Tyler felt Damon shudder around him and in his arms as he filled him completely. Damon just clung to the arms holding on to him. Tyler threw a leg over his and held him tightly, "Now sleep," he murmured, kissing the pale shoulder in front of him.

Damon frowned, but settled and closed his eyes as his body slowly adjusted and warm fuzzy pleasure flowed through him.

Tyler knew the moment Damon was gone off to dreamland. He'd seen that he's been exhausted the past few days. Between being a teacher, football coach, raising a teenager- no easy task, and the lover of a werewolf, his Italian beauty was burnt out. Damon never seemed to sleep well alone, and he couldn't stay at the Lockwoods, and the Boarding House was full of people, which for a being with super hearing was horrible. Now he knew Damon wasn't human, but he didn't know exactly what he was. He wasn't strong enough for a vampire, and had never shown any bloodlust. And he didn't smell like an ashtray like Caroline, despite her perfume. Maybe an incubus, Tyler grinned to himself. It would certainly explain some things!

AN, hi, I'm going away for a while, so it might be a while until i update, but the longer it takes, the longer the next chapter will be! and again, im encouraging reader participation. Ideas for Damon?