Touch (15/?)
Title: Touch (15/?)
Author: coquilleon
Pairing: Tyler/Jeremy
Based on: TV series
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimers: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
"...and Matt and Tyler were fighting, and things got out of hand, and Sarah just fell." Caroline's voice washes over Tyler. He feels disconnected and hyper aware at the same time; he's jittery and his insides feel as if they are burning up. His eyesight is sharper than usual and his heart beats faster than normal.
He looks over at Jeremy and his stomach tumbles. He's sitting in the couch now, having finally been able to get up off the floor, and he looks stunned. Matt is still passed out cold and Tyler wonders for the millionth time what the fuck was going through his mind. And Sarah's for that matter, but he'll never know that one. An intense wave of sadness and shame washes over him. He did this; there are two still bodies in his father's office, one of them dead by his own hands. He should have stopped; he should have stopped fighting with Matt, but at the time he didn't want to. He couldn't. The rage and instinct had taken over and Tyler couldn't do a thing about it.
And now Sarah was dead, Matt was probably concussed, and Jeremy had been there to see the whole thing. He looks back at the chair and sees Jeremy wince in pain as he shifts. And Jeremy had gotten hurt. His feelings shift abruptly from sadness to anger.
That's another thing - he feels everything so strongly now. All of his feelings and emotions are intense to the fullest and it adds to the unrest that buzzes around inside of his mind.
"...how awful. I don't even know..." Mrs. Lockwood looks lost; it's understandable. A girl is dead at her party, and, by the looks of it, it's all her son's doing. She shakes her head absently, "I need to call the police. They need to come here and... and they need to know about this." Her eyes scan the room again, flitting over Matt and the upset furniture -broken glass glittering on the floor, and Jeremy sitting on the couch, hand pressed to his side. Her gaze finally comes to rest on Tyler's face and the confusion and disappointment is clear on her face. She turns and leaves the room.
Caroline turns to him, "Tyler," but he doesn't stay to listen - instead he brushes past her and walks briskly out into the hallway.
He ignores all the guests and climbs the stairs. The moment he gets into his room he throws off his suit jacket. He can't think. He can't think and it's too hot in here. He struggles with the buttons on his shirt and he tugs harder. The rip of the fabric echos in his room along with the sound of buttons hitting the floor, and he looks dumbly down at the scraps of white cotton in his hands.
This is too much. He pulls the shirt out of where it's still tucked in and throws it off of his shoulders and into a corner. But he's still too fucking hot and his head is killing him. He walks quickly over to his mirror and leans into it; he doesn't look any different. He doesn't have the word 'werewolf' tattooed across his forehead, or fur, or anything that would give him away, and he knew he wouldn't, but still. How can he look so normal when he's anything but?
=..=..=
Jeremy waits for a few minutes before following Tyler out of the room. He knows the ambulance will be coming soon, and that he should probably stick around so that they can check out his ribs, but right now his chest is aching for a completely different reason.
He's terrified, but it probably can't compare to how Tyler is feeling right now.
He weaves through the laughing guests, masked and oblivious, and makes his way up the grand stairs. He pauses outside of Tyler's door for a few moments, listening for what, he doesn't really know, and then opens it without knocking.
Tyler is standing, shirtless, in front of his dresser, hands planted on the dark wood and his shoulders are hunched. His bowed head snaps up at Jeremy entrance. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"No," Jeremy shakes his head and takes a few steps closer. "You're not."
"Yes, I am," his voice is tight. "Just go, Jeremy."
"No." The word falls from his mouth easily. There is no way that he's going to leave Tyler alone right now. "I know you're not alright-"
"No, you don't." Tyler gives a laugh that holds no humor, and a little desperation, and pushes himself away from his dresser. He begins to pace and he lifts a hand to run nervously though his hair. "You don't know. No one does and-" he cuts off and seems to crumble slightly. His delicate veneer of control is cracking and Jeremy can see how affected he really is. He can't keep this from him anymore, he decides right then. His heart hurts from all the lies. He can't let Tyler do this alone.
He moves closer. "I do know Tyler," he keeps his voice low but Tyler raises his own.
"Stop saying that!" The frustration radiates off of his body and he turns to glare at Jeremy. "That down there, you have no idea-"
"You're a werewolf." The words are heavy in his mouth and when they come out he feels so much lighter. In the face of his announcement, Tyler looks stunned and Jeremy continues on. "You're a werewolf, now. I guess the trigger was to..." he swallows hard, "to kill someone, and you did, and now..." He fades off.
The silence rings through the bedroom and the sounds of the party in the background taunts them.
"How..." Tyler manages to get out and Jeremy gives an awkward half shrug.
"It's kind of a long story, and I promise to explain it all later... but your eyes, down there. Those were a pretty big giveaway." He sees Tyler's hand automatically raise to touch carefully under his eye and then he lets it drop. The quietness falls again. Jeremy tries to think of what he can say to make this, if even a little, better. "Look, Ty-"
"What am I going to do?" his voice is quiet and the utter loss that it carries has Jeremy aching to touch him, to give him comfort. "What am I going to do, Jere?"
"I don't know, but-" the 'we'll think of something' part of his sentence gets cut off as Tyler continues.
"I'm a monster, now. You have no idea. I'm so hot, inside it feels like everything is burning up. And I'm jittery-" Tyler's voice shakes and Jeremy can't hold back anymore. He moves into his personal space looks down into Tyler's terrified eyes.
"You're not a monster-"
"Yes. I am. You don't-"
"I do know. I know you," his words come out quickly in hopes to override Tyler's panicked thoughts and keep them at bay. "You're not a monster, Ty. You're not-"
"I'm going to... change. On the next full moon, and I'm going to be alone and I don't know what to do-"
Jeremy cups the back of Tyler's neck with one hand and he places the other on his warm chest. "No, no, you won't be," he tries to soothe him, keeping his voice low and his words seamless. "You won't be alone. I love you and we're going to deal with this together, I'm not going to leave you alone with this, I promise..." He continues on in this vein for a few more seconds until he catches sight of Tyler's odd expression. He stops. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"What did you say?"
"I'm not going to abandon you with this, Tyler." Does Tyler really think he would? He shakes his head. "What? You think because we haven't spoken for a few days that-"
"You love me?"
"What-" he stops abruptly when he remembers that he has indeed let it slip. Not that it isn't true, he just didn't mean to say it. At least not right then. He feels his cheeks flush, and his face is burning when he stammers "Yeah, well I mean-" he looks away and lowers his head, forgetting that his hair is, for the most part, slicked back and not able to cover his eyes. "Yeah. I... yeah."
Tyler doesn't say anything. They stand there, Jeremy's hands still where they are, and Tyler's down by his side, and Jeremy can feel the tension swirling around them and he shouldn't have said anythin-
And then Tyler's strong hands are on the sides of his face, and he's pulling him in, and their lips are pressed together. Tyler kisses him hard, passionate and Jeremy has to tighten his hands on the nape of Tyler's neck and shoulder just to hold on. They pour everything into this; Tyler's frustration, and confusion and how afraid he is, and Jeremy's guilt for keeping so many secrets, and empathy, and the need to help Tyler anyway he can.
But most importantly, Jeremy can feel what Tyler is trying to tell him; that he loves him too. He won't say it, not now, not yet, and Jeremy doesn't expect him to. He's sure Tyler hasn't told anyone that he loves them in a long time. But this kiss is enough. This kiss that has Jeremy feeling elated, and invincible, and weaker by the second. Tyler's hands move down his chest and stomach, and settle on his hips, and he pulls sharply so that their bodies are pressed flush together and Jeremy gasps into his mouth at both the sensation of being so close to Tyler again and the fracture in his chest.
But he doesn't care about his rib, not when Tyler's hands are gripping him so tightly, and is biting at his lips, and caressing his tongue with his own, and he tastes perfect. He tastes just like a kiss should taste, and the thought makes no sense, but it's there. He runs his nails lightly through the hairs on the back of Tyler's neck and Tyler inhales deeply through his nose and changes the pace of the kiss. He still keeps his grip on Jeremy's hips, but his mouth slows. He runs his tongue softly over the seam of Jeremy's lips and Jeremy gives a violent shiver that he doesn't have time to recover from because Tyler takes his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down before sucking on it gently.
Jeremy can't breathe. His body is trembling, and Tyler's everything is making him lightheaded, and the pain in his chest seems to increase. Tyler's tongue slides against his one last time before he pulls away and rests their foreheads together. Jeremy keeps his eyes closed as he pants. A kiss has never made him feel that way. Ever. He didn't know they could. Tyler's hands slide up and down his back slowly and he moves his head to the side to nuzzle his nose in the hollow under his jaw.
Jeremy wonders if this is wrong; to feel so content and peaceful considering what has just happened, and what is going to happen, but he can't help it. The danger of the situation at hand is still fresh in his mind, but it's dulled a bit when faced with just holding onto Tyler, having his scent surrounding him again.
They pull apart and Tyler waits until Jeremy opens his eyes to ask, simply, "Stay tonight?" Jeremy nods 'yes' just as there is a knock at the door, and they pull apart.
"Ty?" Jeremy hears Mrs. Lockwood say through the wood. She tries the handle and pushes the door open gently. She gives Jeremy a small fleetingly sad smile and turns worried eyes onto her son. "Ty, the police are here. They need a statement." Tyler nods and turns around to reach for a discarded T-shirt on his bed to pull over his head. Mrs. Lockwood turns back to Jeremy. "And an ambulance is here - you should get that rib looked at."
Jeremy nods too, and her gaze slips off of him. She looks at nothing for a few moments before she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head sadly. She turns around and heads back downstairs.
Once Tyler is covered up and he gives Jeremy another long look before seeming to brace himself to follow after his mother.
( Part Sixteen)
Author: coquilleon
Pairing: Tyler/Jeremy
Based on: TV series
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimers: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
"...and Matt and Tyler were fighting, and things got out of hand, and Sarah just fell." Caroline's voice washes over Tyler. He feels disconnected and hyper aware at the same time; he's jittery and his insides feel as if they are burning up. His eyesight is sharper than usual and his heart beats faster than normal.
He looks over at Jeremy and his stomach tumbles. He's sitting in the couch now, having finally been able to get up off the floor, and he looks stunned. Matt is still passed out cold and Tyler wonders for the millionth time what the fuck was going through his mind. And Sarah's for that matter, but he'll never know that one. An intense wave of sadness and shame washes over him. He did this; there are two still bodies in his father's office, one of them dead by his own hands. He should have stopped; he should have stopped fighting with Matt, but at the time he didn't want to. He couldn't. The rage and instinct had taken over and Tyler couldn't do a thing about it.
And now Sarah was dead, Matt was probably concussed, and Jeremy had been there to see the whole thing. He looks back at the chair and sees Jeremy wince in pain as he shifts. And Jeremy had gotten hurt. His feelings shift abruptly from sadness to anger.
That's another thing - he feels everything so strongly now. All of his feelings and emotions are intense to the fullest and it adds to the unrest that buzzes around inside of his mind.
"...how awful. I don't even know..." Mrs. Lockwood looks lost; it's understandable. A girl is dead at her party, and, by the looks of it, it's all her son's doing. She shakes her head absently, "I need to call the police. They need to come here and... and they need to know about this." Her eyes scan the room again, flitting over Matt and the upset furniture -broken glass glittering on the floor, and Jeremy sitting on the couch, hand pressed to his side. Her gaze finally comes to rest on Tyler's face and the confusion and disappointment is clear on her face. She turns and leaves the room.
Caroline turns to him, "Tyler," but he doesn't stay to listen - instead he brushes past her and walks briskly out into the hallway.
He ignores all the guests and climbs the stairs. The moment he gets into his room he throws off his suit jacket. He can't think. He can't think and it's too hot in here. He struggles with the buttons on his shirt and he tugs harder. The rip of the fabric echos in his room along with the sound of buttons hitting the floor, and he looks dumbly down at the scraps of white cotton in his hands.
This is too much. He pulls the shirt out of where it's still tucked in and throws it off of his shoulders and into a corner. But he's still too fucking hot and his head is killing him. He walks quickly over to his mirror and leans into it; he doesn't look any different. He doesn't have the word 'werewolf' tattooed across his forehead, or fur, or anything that would give him away, and he knew he wouldn't, but still. How can he look so normal when he's anything but?
=..=..=
Jeremy waits for a few minutes before following Tyler out of the room. He knows the ambulance will be coming soon, and that he should probably stick around so that they can check out his ribs, but right now his chest is aching for a completely different reason.
He's terrified, but it probably can't compare to how Tyler is feeling right now.
He weaves through the laughing guests, masked and oblivious, and makes his way up the grand stairs. He pauses outside of Tyler's door for a few moments, listening for what, he doesn't really know, and then opens it without knocking.
Tyler is standing, shirtless, in front of his dresser, hands planted on the dark wood and his shoulders are hunched. His bowed head snaps up at Jeremy entrance. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"No," Jeremy shakes his head and takes a few steps closer. "You're not."
"Yes, I am," his voice is tight. "Just go, Jeremy."
"No." The word falls from his mouth easily. There is no way that he's going to leave Tyler alone right now. "I know you're not alright-"
"No, you don't." Tyler gives a laugh that holds no humor, and a little desperation, and pushes himself away from his dresser. He begins to pace and he lifts a hand to run nervously though his hair. "You don't know. No one does and-" he cuts off and seems to crumble slightly. His delicate veneer of control is cracking and Jeremy can see how affected he really is. He can't keep this from him anymore, he decides right then. His heart hurts from all the lies. He can't let Tyler do this alone.
He moves closer. "I do know Tyler," he keeps his voice low but Tyler raises his own.
"Stop saying that!" The frustration radiates off of his body and he turns to glare at Jeremy. "That down there, you have no idea-"
"You're a werewolf." The words are heavy in his mouth and when they come out he feels so much lighter. In the face of his announcement, Tyler looks stunned and Jeremy continues on. "You're a werewolf, now. I guess the trigger was to..." he swallows hard, "to kill someone, and you did, and now..." He fades off.
The silence rings through the bedroom and the sounds of the party in the background taunts them.
"How..." Tyler manages to get out and Jeremy gives an awkward half shrug.
"It's kind of a long story, and I promise to explain it all later... but your eyes, down there. Those were a pretty big giveaway." He sees Tyler's hand automatically raise to touch carefully under his eye and then he lets it drop. The quietness falls again. Jeremy tries to think of what he can say to make this, if even a little, better. "Look, Ty-"
"What am I going to do?" his voice is quiet and the utter loss that it carries has Jeremy aching to touch him, to give him comfort. "What am I going to do, Jere?"
"I don't know, but-" the 'we'll think of something' part of his sentence gets cut off as Tyler continues.
"I'm a monster, now. You have no idea. I'm so hot, inside it feels like everything is burning up. And I'm jittery-" Tyler's voice shakes and Jeremy can't hold back anymore. He moves into his personal space looks down into Tyler's terrified eyes.
"You're not a monster-"
"Yes. I am. You don't-"
"I do know. I know you," his words come out quickly in hopes to override Tyler's panicked thoughts and keep them at bay. "You're not a monster, Ty. You're not-"
"I'm going to... change. On the next full moon, and I'm going to be alone and I don't know what to do-"
Jeremy cups the back of Tyler's neck with one hand and he places the other on his warm chest. "No, no, you won't be," he tries to soothe him, keeping his voice low and his words seamless. "You won't be alone. I love you and we're going to deal with this together, I'm not going to leave you alone with this, I promise..." He continues on in this vein for a few more seconds until he catches sight of Tyler's odd expression. He stops. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"What did you say?"
"I'm not going to abandon you with this, Tyler." Does Tyler really think he would? He shakes his head. "What? You think because we haven't spoken for a few days that-"
"You love me?"
"What-" he stops abruptly when he remembers that he has indeed let it slip. Not that it isn't true, he just didn't mean to say it. At least not right then. He feels his cheeks flush, and his face is burning when he stammers "Yeah, well I mean-" he looks away and lowers his head, forgetting that his hair is, for the most part, slicked back and not able to cover his eyes. "Yeah. I... yeah."
Tyler doesn't say anything. They stand there, Jeremy's hands still where they are, and Tyler's down by his side, and Jeremy can feel the tension swirling around them and he shouldn't have said anythin-
And then Tyler's strong hands are on the sides of his face, and he's pulling him in, and their lips are pressed together. Tyler kisses him hard, passionate and Jeremy has to tighten his hands on the nape of Tyler's neck and shoulder just to hold on. They pour everything into this; Tyler's frustration, and confusion and how afraid he is, and Jeremy's guilt for keeping so many secrets, and empathy, and the need to help Tyler anyway he can.
But most importantly, Jeremy can feel what Tyler is trying to tell him; that he loves him too. He won't say it, not now, not yet, and Jeremy doesn't expect him to. He's sure Tyler hasn't told anyone that he loves them in a long time. But this kiss is enough. This kiss that has Jeremy feeling elated, and invincible, and weaker by the second. Tyler's hands move down his chest and stomach, and settle on his hips, and he pulls sharply so that their bodies are pressed flush together and Jeremy gasps into his mouth at both the sensation of being so close to Tyler again and the fracture in his chest.
But he doesn't care about his rib, not when Tyler's hands are gripping him so tightly, and is biting at his lips, and caressing his tongue with his own, and he tastes perfect. He tastes just like a kiss should taste, and the thought makes no sense, but it's there. He runs his nails lightly through the hairs on the back of Tyler's neck and Tyler inhales deeply through his nose and changes the pace of the kiss. He still keeps his grip on Jeremy's hips, but his mouth slows. He runs his tongue softly over the seam of Jeremy's lips and Jeremy gives a violent shiver that he doesn't have time to recover from because Tyler takes his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down before sucking on it gently.
Jeremy can't breathe. His body is trembling, and Tyler's everything is making him lightheaded, and the pain in his chest seems to increase. Tyler's tongue slides against his one last time before he pulls away and rests their foreheads together. Jeremy keeps his eyes closed as he pants. A kiss has never made him feel that way. Ever. He didn't know they could. Tyler's hands slide up and down his back slowly and he moves his head to the side to nuzzle his nose in the hollow under his jaw.
Jeremy wonders if this is wrong; to feel so content and peaceful considering what has just happened, and what is going to happen, but he can't help it. The danger of the situation at hand is still fresh in his mind, but it's dulled a bit when faced with just holding onto Tyler, having his scent surrounding him again.
They pull apart and Tyler waits until Jeremy opens his eyes to ask, simply, "Stay tonight?" Jeremy nods 'yes' just as there is a knock at the door, and they pull apart.
"Ty?" Jeremy hears Mrs. Lockwood say through the wood. She tries the handle and pushes the door open gently. She gives Jeremy a small fleetingly sad smile and turns worried eyes onto her son. "Ty, the police are here. They need a statement." Tyler nods and turns around to reach for a discarded T-shirt on his bed to pull over his head. Mrs. Lockwood turns back to Jeremy. "And an ambulance is here - you should get that rib looked at."
Jeremy nods too, and her gaze slips off of him. She looks at nothing for a few moments before she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head sadly. She turns around and heads back downstairs.
Once Tyler is covered up and he gives Jeremy another long look before seeming to brace himself to follow after his mother.
( Part Sixteen)