Tyed - Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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Tyler gets a text he doesn't expect, forgetting he sent one that needed a response in the first place.
You sent this at 2AM, are you good? Don't you sleep?
To answer your question: just chance, I'm here if you want to talk
Lachlen. Tyler stares at the sender's name, the cogs turning in his head as he considers, and considers again, and considers a little longer.
He can't remember when, but he did have the thought that he's never told anyone his secret, and he doesn't know how they'd react. Lachlen would be a safe bet to see how people reacted, wouldn't he be? No direct mutual friends, so nobody for Lachlen to tell. Tyler could afford to cut him off, but it wouldn't feel like telling a stranger. He's smart and thoughtful, so if anyone's response is going to be good, it will be his. Tyler had gotten some reassurance from Ash and Co., but he didn't get to see their raw reactions. He got to see the tamed, carefully chosen ones they'd give to make him feel better. Lachlen wouldn't get a chance to do that.
Tyler risks it. He can always back out later and admit he decided not to tell him the secret.
Actually, if you're up for it, there is something I want to talk about
Nothing about you, it's about me
It has to be in person but it won't take long and also no pressure if you don't want to
Then Tyler closes his phone and tries not to look at it or think about it until he has to, later.
No response from Scarlett yet. He's going back to Colby's house tomorrow, and he's supposed to have some kind of punishment then, not that he knows what that is going to be. The anticipation is kind of fun, actually- there are butterflies in his stomach thinking about it, and it's nice, to be this excited about a relationship. He's not sure he's felt much more than a bandage over a gaping wound in relationships for years. Excitement is amazing, even if it's tinged with nervousness. For once, Tyler cares when doors are closed and nobody's looking.
Well, it's not the first time. It's just the first time in a long time.
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Tyler's stomach is doing flips and he wonders if he should leave. Nobody would know. He could pretend he forgot, go home, and then lay in bed and maybe cry, he's not sure. It's not as cold as you might expect on a night like this, but the boat shack is wet and the draughts don't help. There's a persistent sound of dripping that might drive him insane if he has to listen to it for too long.
The truth is, though, he doesn't really want to leave. These stomach-flips aren't bad. Tyler likes it, and he's rocking back and forth on his heels, excitement tingling his skin. He bites his lip, looking out of the window increasingly often until he's just staring out of it, waiting to see him coming on the horizon any second.
The knock still manages to surprise Tyler, because he was looking out of one window, but Kevin must've came around the back. Tyler waits for his voice, just in case it's someone else, and lets out a breath of relief when he hears, "Tyler? Let me in."
Tyler swings open the door almost too quickly. Kevin stands there, slightly wet from the drizzling rain, and stares at Tyler for a moment with wide eyes until Tyler steps back and Kevin can come in.
Kevin keeps staring at Tyler, and that doesn't help the dryness in Tyler's throat. "Why are we in here now?" Kevin asks, and the truth is that them hanging out is always going to get them in trouble, so it's really no different than it is any other time. It kinda does feel different, though.
Tyler tells the truth, omitting just enough that it feels kind of like a lie. "I thought it would be warmer in here, and it's raining. Also, nobody's going to see us."
"Okay," Kevin says, walking over and brushing some dirt off the top of a shelf so he can sit on it. He wipes his dirty hand on his pants. He looks at Tyler, and there's something about his expression- eyes wide, lips parted, face slightly more red than usual- that tells Tyler what's going through his mind.
They first kissed two weeks ago. Last week, they spent most of the night kissing, then going somewhere else and throwing some rocks before kissing again, and then going somewhere else and climbing a tree and then kissing in the tree, each time trying to do something else before getting distracted and just wanting to kiss each other. And Tyler really liked kissing Kevin. It felt good and nice and warm and pleasant and like it was meant to be.
"What do you want to do?" Kevin asks, knowing what both of them are thinking about without having to say it.
Tyler walks up to Kevin, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "You have really pretty eyes," Tyler says, swaying slightly. "They're like, really bright green in the sun."
Kevin frowns, gently touching his cheekbone with two fingers without breaking Tyler's gaze. "What? They're brown."
"They're green," Tyler argues, pushing Kevin's hair behind his ear. "And I like them."
Kevin's fingers, dirty as they might be- Tyler doesn't care right now- tangle through the curls at the back of Tyler's head, drawing him closer. The distance is mutually closed, and Tyler's back where he wants to be, in a warmth that can hold him, a warmth that isn't fire, a warmth that can't hurt him, doesn't want to. A warmth missing from his house, his bed, his family, his father. His father's skin is so cold all the time, almost like he's dead. Kevin is fire come to life, and life he is. Kevin could never die. The fire inside him can't go out.
Tyler wonders how much he can get away with before he's questioned. With a finger just reaching for the button of Kevin's pants, the answer is not far. Kevin leans back, giggling. "What're you doing?"
Tyler blushes, looking away. He tells the shed door, "there's, um, this thing I thought you might wanna do."
"Like- uh- second base?"
"I don't know what that means."
"I dunno either, I just know that's what you do after kissing. You weren't gonna do second base?"
"No," Tyler says. "How did you know what kissing is but not what this-" he gestures vaguely at the crotch of Kevin's pants- "is?"
"My penis?"
"No. I mean, well-" Tyler takes a deep breath. "No, like. Okay, so you don't have to do that kind of stuff?"
Kevin looks more curious than anything, tucking his hair behind his ear again. It's just short enough to keep coming out but long enough to keep staying. "I don't know what you mean. So probably not."
"Well, like. I was talking to Kali, right?" Kevin's guard comes up, and Tyler's quick to get through his sentence so he can rip it back down. "We both have to do that stuff."
"What stuff?"
"I dunno what to call it! Penis stuff. But not ours. Or not mine anyway, Kali doesn't have one. But like, you don't know...?"
"No," Kevin says. "Aren't penises for making babies?"
"Pretty sure. But people can also do stuff with them that's supposed to feel good if you do it right, right? Like kissing. I hate kissing my dad, and kissing Kali was kind of just weird, but kissing you is like really really nice."
Tyler's surprised when Kevin's brow furrows in annoyance, a pout on his lips. "You- you kissed Kali? And everyone knows you don't kiss your parents, that's gross. Kissing is- it's our thing. Don't do it with everyone else!"
Tyler frowns at the unexpected hostility. "I don't want to kiss my dad, he makes me. And I only kissed Kali once after we did it the first time to see if it was good with her, and it was just kinda weird. I didn't like it. I only like kissing you."
Kevin's still frowning, and Tyler presses a gentle kiss to his lips, trying to wipe his frown off. Kevin gently pushes him back with his shoulder, but not far. "You gotta promise not to kiss anyone else, okay? Just me."
Tyler nods. "I don't wanna kiss anyone else."
He pulls Kevin back to him, and he's enveloped in another warm kiss that spreads fire to his soul. It's clumsy, awkward, but Tyler's heart picks up the pace and flutters against his chest; it's the best kiss he's ever had. He sighs into the kiss, pulling Kevin closer, and again, a hand drifts to the button on Kevin's pants.
"Okay, but," Kevin pulls away with a small gasp and a smile, "what are you doing, though?"
"It's supposed to be good," Tyler says. "And I'm good at it so it's probably really good. If you don't like it we don't have to do it but I..."
"Yeah?"
Kevin's eyes are soft, impossible to properly make out in the darkness, rimmed by dark eyelashes that frame the green with boldness. Tyler bites his lip. "Cause kissing is good with you and it's not with anyone else, maybe this is good with you when it's not with anyone else."
Kevin nods lightly and presses their lips back together, letting Tyler do as he willed now.
And it was good. Tyler didn't feel anything physical, which he pretty much expected, but he liked watching Kevin's expression, the noises Kevin made, how much Kevin enjoyed it. It didn't last long. When it's over, Kevin breathes heavily, and presses a kiss to Tyler's neck. "Oh," he says, a small grin on his face. "Yeah, that was pretty good."
You sent this at 2AM, are you good? Don't you sleep?
To answer your question: just chance, I'm here if you want to talk
Lachlen. Tyler stares at the sender's name, the cogs turning in his head as he considers, and considers again, and considers a little longer.
He can't remember when, but he did have the thought that he's never told anyone his secret, and he doesn't know how they'd react. Lachlen would be a safe bet to see how people reacted, wouldn't he be? No direct mutual friends, so nobody for Lachlen to tell. Tyler could afford to cut him off, but it wouldn't feel like telling a stranger. He's smart and thoughtful, so if anyone's response is going to be good, it will be his. Tyler had gotten some reassurance from Ash and Co., but he didn't get to see their raw reactions. He got to see the tamed, carefully chosen ones they'd give to make him feel better. Lachlen wouldn't get a chance to do that.
Tyler risks it. He can always back out later and admit he decided not to tell him the secret.
Actually, if you're up for it, there is something I want to talk about
Nothing about you, it's about me
It has to be in person but it won't take long and also no pressure if you don't want to
Then Tyler closes his phone and tries not to look at it or think about it until he has to, later.
No response from Scarlett yet. He's going back to Colby's house tomorrow, and he's supposed to have some kind of punishment then, not that he knows what that is going to be. The anticipation is kind of fun, actually- there are butterflies in his stomach thinking about it, and it's nice, to be this excited about a relationship. He's not sure he's felt much more than a bandage over a gaping wound in relationships for years. Excitement is amazing, even if it's tinged with nervousness. For once, Tyler cares when doors are closed and nobody's looking.
Well, it's not the first time. It's just the first time in a long time.
---
Tyler's stomach is doing flips and he wonders if he should leave. Nobody would know. He could pretend he forgot, go home, and then lay in bed and maybe cry, he's not sure. It's not as cold as you might expect on a night like this, but the boat shack is wet and the draughts don't help. There's a persistent sound of dripping that might drive him insane if he has to listen to it for too long.
The truth is, though, he doesn't really want to leave. These stomach-flips aren't bad. Tyler likes it, and he's rocking back and forth on his heels, excitement tingling his skin. He bites his lip, looking out of the window increasingly often until he's just staring out of it, waiting to see him coming on the horizon any second.
The knock still manages to surprise Tyler, because he was looking out of one window, but Kevin must've came around the back. Tyler waits for his voice, just in case it's someone else, and lets out a breath of relief when he hears, "Tyler? Let me in."
Tyler swings open the door almost too quickly. Kevin stands there, slightly wet from the drizzling rain, and stares at Tyler for a moment with wide eyes until Tyler steps back and Kevin can come in.
Kevin keeps staring at Tyler, and that doesn't help the dryness in Tyler's throat. "Why are we in here now?" Kevin asks, and the truth is that them hanging out is always going to get them in trouble, so it's really no different than it is any other time. It kinda does feel different, though.
Tyler tells the truth, omitting just enough that it feels kind of like a lie. "I thought it would be warmer in here, and it's raining. Also, nobody's going to see us."
"Okay," Kevin says, walking over and brushing some dirt off the top of a shelf so he can sit on it. He wipes his dirty hand on his pants. He looks at Tyler, and there's something about his expression- eyes wide, lips parted, face slightly more red than usual- that tells Tyler what's going through his mind.
They first kissed two weeks ago. Last week, they spent most of the night kissing, then going somewhere else and throwing some rocks before kissing again, and then going somewhere else and climbing a tree and then kissing in the tree, each time trying to do something else before getting distracted and just wanting to kiss each other. And Tyler really liked kissing Kevin. It felt good and nice and warm and pleasant and like it was meant to be.
"What do you want to do?" Kevin asks, knowing what both of them are thinking about without having to say it.
Tyler walks up to Kevin, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "You have really pretty eyes," Tyler says, swaying slightly. "They're like, really bright green in the sun."
Kevin frowns, gently touching his cheekbone with two fingers without breaking Tyler's gaze. "What? They're brown."
"They're green," Tyler argues, pushing Kevin's hair behind his ear. "And I like them."
Kevin's fingers, dirty as they might be- Tyler doesn't care right now- tangle through the curls at the back of Tyler's head, drawing him closer. The distance is mutually closed, and Tyler's back where he wants to be, in a warmth that can hold him, a warmth that isn't fire, a warmth that can't hurt him, doesn't want to. A warmth missing from his house, his bed, his family, his father. His father's skin is so cold all the time, almost like he's dead. Kevin is fire come to life, and life he is. Kevin could never die. The fire inside him can't go out.
Tyler wonders how much he can get away with before he's questioned. With a finger just reaching for the button of Kevin's pants, the answer is not far. Kevin leans back, giggling. "What're you doing?"
Tyler blushes, looking away. He tells the shed door, "there's, um, this thing I thought you might wanna do."
"Like- uh- second base?"
"I don't know what that means."
"I dunno either, I just know that's what you do after kissing. You weren't gonna do second base?"
"No," Tyler says. "How did you know what kissing is but not what this-" he gestures vaguely at the crotch of Kevin's pants- "is?"
"My penis?"
"No. I mean, well-" Tyler takes a deep breath. "No, like. Okay, so you don't have to do that kind of stuff?"
Kevin looks more curious than anything, tucking his hair behind his ear again. It's just short enough to keep coming out but long enough to keep staying. "I don't know what you mean. So probably not."
"Well, like. I was talking to Kali, right?" Kevin's guard comes up, and Tyler's quick to get through his sentence so he can rip it back down. "We both have to do that stuff."
"What stuff?"
"I dunno what to call it! Penis stuff. But not ours. Or not mine anyway, Kali doesn't have one. But like, you don't know...?"
"No," Kevin says. "Aren't penises for making babies?"
"Pretty sure. But people can also do stuff with them that's supposed to feel good if you do it right, right? Like kissing. I hate kissing my dad, and kissing Kali was kind of just weird, but kissing you is like really really nice."
Tyler's surprised when Kevin's brow furrows in annoyance, a pout on his lips. "You- you kissed Kali? And everyone knows you don't kiss your parents, that's gross. Kissing is- it's our thing. Don't do it with everyone else!"
Tyler frowns at the unexpected hostility. "I don't want to kiss my dad, he makes me. And I only kissed Kali once after we did it the first time to see if it was good with her, and it was just kinda weird. I didn't like it. I only like kissing you."
Kevin's still frowning, and Tyler presses a gentle kiss to his lips, trying to wipe his frown off. Kevin gently pushes him back with his shoulder, but not far. "You gotta promise not to kiss anyone else, okay? Just me."
Tyler nods. "I don't wanna kiss anyone else."
He pulls Kevin back to him, and he's enveloped in another warm kiss that spreads fire to his soul. It's clumsy, awkward, but Tyler's heart picks up the pace and flutters against his chest; it's the best kiss he's ever had. He sighs into the kiss, pulling Kevin closer, and again, a hand drifts to the button on Kevin's pants.
"Okay, but," Kevin pulls away with a small gasp and a smile, "what are you doing, though?"
"It's supposed to be good," Tyler says. "And I'm good at it so it's probably really good. If you don't like it we don't have to do it but I..."
"Yeah?"
Kevin's eyes are soft, impossible to properly make out in the darkness, rimmed by dark eyelashes that frame the green with boldness. Tyler bites his lip. "Cause kissing is good with you and it's not with anyone else, maybe this is good with you when it's not with anyone else."
Kevin nods lightly and presses their lips back together, letting Tyler do as he willed now.
And it was good. Tyler didn't feel anything physical, which he pretty much expected, but he liked watching Kevin's expression, the noises Kevin made, how much Kevin enjoyed it. It didn't last long. When it's over, Kevin breathes heavily, and presses a kiss to Tyler's neck. "Oh," he says, a small grin on his face. "Yeah, that was pretty good."
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