FIC | The Covenant < Fixation On The Darkness < NC17
Title: Fixation On The Darkness
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Chase Collins / Tyler Simms
Rating: Mild NC17
Summary: Chase is back, but when he corners Tyler, who's all alone, it's not to kill him. It's to try and steal him away from his friends -- and he's willing to do a lot of things to get Tyler.
Note: I don't know, this is the first time I've written about Chase. I want to say this story starts off non-con, but it's not hardcore. Written for my 10_fics table, prompt number 004 -- steal. Table found here.
Warnings: Slash, brief sexual content, barely non-con.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 3,488
[ my 10_fics table]
FIXATION ON THE DARKNESS
"Try anything and you will regret it."
The words were a hiss in his ear, and the hand over Tyler's mouth was cold. Despite the harsh tone, he had no trouble recognizing the voice -- it turned his blood into ice. Chase Collins' breath was hot on the side of his neck, and the arm that'd been thrown across Tyler's chest was like a steel vice -- it would've been stupid of Tyler not to be scared.
"You reach out to them," Chase continued, darkly, "And I'll make sure I kill you nice and slow."
Tyler swallowed hard against the knot in his throat, knowing that Chase meant the other Sons. He also knew that Chase would be able to tell if he was using the Power to reach out to Caleb. He tried to breathe in deeply, regulate the heavy drumming of his heart, and the smell of Chase -- thick, musky, like blood -- filled his nostrils.
It'd been a dumb move -- going to Nicky's by himself. He'd been going to meet up with a girl from school, but wouldn't you know? She'd stood him up. He'd thought he actually had a chance with her too, shows how much he knew. While trudging out to his Hummer to leave, that's when Chase had appeared. He'd startled Tyler so bad that he'd dropped his keys -- he lowered his gaze now to see them sitting in a puddle.
"You got that?" Chase demanded, shaking Tyler slightly.
Tyler quickly nodded as best as he could, what with Chase's tight grasp on him and all. Chase was silent for a second, then he let out a low chuckle, as if he were highly amused. Chase moved his hand from Tyler's mouth, and he held it out in front of Tyler, palm down. Tyler's keys flew up from the puddle and Chase caught them easily, chuckling once more like he was having the time of his life.
"Still got it," he said mirthfully, spinning the keys around one of his fingers.
"What do you want?" Tyler asked, surprised at how cool his tone was.
"Ohh, baby boy," the way Chase said this nickname made Tyler's stomach twist, "You're supposed to be happy to see me. Why...I missed you!"
Tyler clenched his jaw, heart still pounding in his ears, but he said nothing. He was wishing Chase would step away from him, just a bit -- Chase's chest was practically flat against Tyler's back, and they were pressed together so tightly that Tyler was convinced he could feel Chase's heart, its slow and almost lazy beat. It made him feel ill to have Chase that close to him.
"Shy all of a sudden?" Chase asked, malice in his voice. "That's alright, I'm sure we can fix that. Now let's go for a drive."
Tyler could feel his eyes widen, and he turned his head some so that he could see Chase. The older boy looked exactly like he had the last time Tyler'd seen him, only a bit skinnier, more gaunt. There was a crocodile's grin on his face, and it chilled Tyler more than the cool night air. If it weren't for the smell of him, or how strong he felt, Tyler might have thought he was seeing things.
"A drive?" he asked.
"It's a nice night, don't you think?" Chase asked, looking up at the sky.
"If you want to kill me," Tyler said, voice cracking out of fear, "Just do it already."
Chase laughed like Tyler'd just made the funniest joke of the century. He shook Tyler again, practically grinding their bodies against one another.
"Tyler, Tyler, Tyler," Chase said, his tone sickly soft all of a sudden, "I don't want to kill you -- well, not now, I don't. I just want to --" he paused for dramatics, reaching up and running his fingers through Tyler's hair, "-- have a bit of fun."
"Fun for you," Tyler said, attempting a moment of bravery, "Or fun for me?"
Chase paused, then he threw his head back and laughed richly -- a real laugh. "Since you're being such a good sport," he said, "I'm sure I could make it fun for both of us." His fingers suddenly twisted into Tyler's hair, and he pulled Tyler's head back sharply, making him gasp slightly and baring his neck. "I always knew you and I could get along nicely," he said, and suddenly his lips were on Tyler's throat.
Tyler flinched, but Chase's grip tightened on him. "What are you doing?" Tyler asked, voice unnaturally high.
"Giving you a taste of what you need," Chase answered against Tyler's skin, his lips moving against it in an almost sensual way. He chuckled again, "I see the way you look at that friend of yours, Reid -- I'm gonna show you you don't need him."
Tyler stiffened. "I don't like Reid," he said. Tyler knew he liked girls, he knew that for a fact -- if a girl had a pair of legs that went on for miles, Tyler was in heaven. But he hadn't quite figured out if he liked boys or not; how had Chase picked up on that?
Chase laughed again. "I've struck a chord, have I?" he asked. Then he said, "You're curious. And that's okay, Tyler, we're all curious at a point in our lives."
Tyler felt sick. He'd thought that when he met Chase again, there'd be different words -- he thought maybe Chase would try to hurt him, try to use him to get to Caleb. He never thought Chase would, ultimately, hit on him.
"Why are you doing this?" Tyler asked.
"You're just about the cutest little kitten, of course," Chase replied, "Hasn't anyone ever told you?"
Tyler didn't know what to say -- so he didn't say anything. He could feel Chase's eyes on him, and he could feel his cheeks burning. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to Caleb -- Caleb was stronger than Chase, he could come, he would come. But what if Chase killed Tyler before Caleb could get there?
"It's not worth it," Chase said in a sing-song voice. He suddenly shoved Tyler towards Tyler's truck, making him stumble slightly. "Come on, let's go. Passenger seat, baby boy."
Tyler glanced at him, wide-eyed. "You're driving?" he asked.
Chuckling, Chase held up Tyler's keys again. "I'll be careful," he said, "I promise."
Tyler paused, looking around -- the lot was empty, of course, no one to help him. He might be able to make it back inside Nicky's if he ran fast enough. Chase's smirk faded, and his eyes narrowed.
"Tyler," he said, "I was just beginning to like you. Don't press your luck." The passenger door suddenly flew open, making Tyler start, and Chase's grin returned. "I'm such a gentleman, I'll even open it for you. Now get in."
What more could Tyler do? He stiffly made his way to the open door, and after a quick checking to make sure Chase hadn't damaged it, he climbed up into his seat. He shut his door before Chase could attempt to, and he tried to relax back in his seat. If he didn't return to the dorms soon, Reid would know something was up. Reid would go to the others, wouldn't he?
Chase walked around the front of the car, bobbing his head and singing along to a song in his head, and when he pulled open the driver's side door, he flashed a grin at Tyler, though it didn't reach his eyes.
"Honey, I'm home," he said, before pulling himself up into the seat.
Tyler shook his head some, turning and looking out the window -- willing someone to come by and help him, though who, he didn't know. He could hear Chase shifting around in the seat, getting comfortable, then the key being slid into the ignition.
"Seat belt," Chase said.
Tyler turned to him, an eyebrow arching -- Chase wasn't wearing his seat belt, and he was smirking cockily at Tyler.
"Are you serious?" Tyler asked.
"Safety first," Chase replied.
Tyler studied him for a moment, then reached around to grab his seat belt. Chase was shifting gears just as Tyler was finishing putting it on, and in no time, Chase was burning rubber out of the lot. He drove a lot faster than Tyler would've liked in his Hummer, and when Tyler glanced at him, Chase's eyes were pure black -- he was using the Power to keep the truck steady on the road.
"Where are we going?" Tyler asked.
"A place where we can be alone," Chase answered, his voice smooth and low.
It suddenly seemed like Chase didn't want to talk to Tyler anymore, as if he now preferred the company of his own thoughts. Tyler looked back out the window, but he couldn't make out anything -- it was blurring by too fast. He was half-tempted to use the Power as well, to add extra safety to the ride, but then he thought maybe it'd be better if Chase did crash. He could wrap the Hummer around a tree for all Tyler cared, as Tyler could hold onto the hope that Chase would end up killing himself.
Eventually though, the sight of whatever it was blowing past them as Chase drove was beginning to make Tyler feel nauseous. He closed his eyes, resting his head back against the seat, and he reached up to rub at his temples.
"What are you doing?" Chase asked suspiciously.
"Can you slow down?" Tyler asked.
Chase didn't answer, so Tyler opened his eyes. The older boy was grinning, an amused expression on his face again, but he hadn't slowed down at all. Tyler sighed, then closed his eyes again. He placed his hands against his stomach, turning his head away and breathing in deeply through his nose, out through his mouth. He wasn't exactly feeling comfortable around Chase, but his heartbeat had returned to normal.
Chase was a cocky bastard, arrogant and insufferable. If he'd been meaning to kill Tyler, he would've done it back at Nicky's.
The ride lasted about forty-five minutes in Tyler's mind, and when Chase stopped the Hummer, it was less than gently. If it hadn't been for the seat belt he'd insisted Tyler wear, Tyler's forehead would've smacked the dashboard. Rubbing his neck where the seat belt had bit into him, Tyler tossed a glare sideways -- until he remembered who he was glaring at. He quickly turned his expression neutral again.
Chase left the keys in the ignition, but parked the truck. He turned in his seat to face Tyler, and grinned his shark-like grin again. Tyler stole a glance out the window, but all he could see were trees on either side of them. They appeared to be on a dirt road, and ahead of them, the road faded and disappeared.
"I figured the more secluded, the better," Chase said smugly.
Tyler bit his bottom lip, looking down at his hands in his lap, and he had to struggle not to use the Power to reach out to Caleb. He could feel his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans, but he knew that even if he managed to get it out, he didn't know where they were. Chase had driven so fast that Tyler hadn't been able to pick out any road signs.
"Thinking of them, aren't you?" he asked. "Let me ask you something, Tyler. Even if they knew where you were, would they come?"
Tyler was surprised by the question -- his brow furrowed, and he looked out the window. "What?"
"You ever think there's something fishy with your relationship with them?" Chase asked. "Almost as if they're only hanging out with you because of your power."
Tyler's jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists in his lap. "I know what you're trying to do," he said, kind of grateful that it was going the way he'd thought it would. At least Chase wasn't kissing him anymore. "It's not gonna work."
Suddenly, Chase was practically on top of him. Tyler was trapped by his seat belt, but he pulled himself as far away from Chase as he could. Again, Chase's scent enveloped Tyler, practically suffocating him. But, much to Tyler's own shock, he found it actually wasn't that bad a smell, or maybe he'd just grown used to it. The seat belt was tight across his gut, and yet he tried to move even farther away from Chase.
"I'm not trying anything, Tyler," Chase was speaking in that slow and velvet-smooth tone again, as if he were attempting to hypnotize Tyler. "I just want you to open your eyes and see what's so damn obvious."
Tyler stared up into Chase's eyes for a long moment, then shook his head defiantly. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said. "We've been best friends since we were kids."
Jealousy flashed through Chase's eyes at this, but it evaporated quickly, and his grin returned. "Poor little Tyler," he said, "So fucking oblivious."
Tyler winced at the emphasis Chase used, but he didn't respond, so Chase continued.
"You and Pogue barely talk -- what could you two possibly have in common anyway? There's no need for you two to converse. Caleb? He takes care of you, sure. Maybe he sees you like a little brother -- but that's where Sarah comes in. Why spend time with you when he has his precious Sarah?"
Tyler had to lower his gaze, fearing Chase would see how much the words hurt him. There was a small part of him that was actually listening to what Chase was saying, as if he agreed. He had thought about the fact that Caleb seemed to spend more time with Sarah than them. He shook his head again, as if trying to push the thoughts from his mind.
"And Reid," Chase said, not giving up, "Well, Reid knows he'll always have his faithful little lap dog. Baby boy, so obedient and submissive. So easy for someone like Reid to walk all over."
"Shut up," Tyler managed lamely, his gaze on Chase's shirt collar so he wouldn't have to look him in the eye.
"Why?" Chase asked. "I know you've had your own doubts about your...friends."
Everyone had doubts about their friends, right? Tyler shook his head again, though much weaker this time.
"It's the Power that brought you together," Chase went on. "And it's the Power that's keeping you together. That's it." He suddenly laughed uproariously, throwing an arm out and letting it fall back to his side. "You even joined the swim team for them -- come on Ty, you aren't a swimmer!"
"Why are you doing this?" Tyler asked again, head swimming and tone quiet.
Chase suddenly grabbed Tyler's chin tightly, lifting Tyler's face and making their gazes meet. "You need friends that'll appreciate you, Tyler," he said. "Not friends who barely notice you're around."
Tyler snorted, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at Chase. "And what?" he asked, "You appreciate me?"
"Sure," Chase said, lips curling up into a feline-like smirk.
"You're a liar," Tyler said, trying to pull out of Chase's grasp. The older boy's fingers only tightened more, digging into Tyler's jaw. Tyler went on, "You just want my power. Wait until I Ascend, then force me to will you it. Like you tried with Caleb."
Chase's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching at the mention of failing. "We could make a great team," he said.
Tyler swallowed, "No," he said.
A new look came to Chase's face, one that Tyler couldn't read. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you," he said, dangerously low.
Tyler blinked stupidly, then shook his head very slightly. "That's okay," he said, "You don't have to."
Chase chuckled, "Let me show you," he repeated, before he boldly pressed a hand between Tyler's legs.
Tyler let out a throaty noise, unintentionally jumping, and he tried to recoil, but Chase's grip was still tight on his chin. Chase was merciless, and he wasted no time, starting to palm Tyler's cock through the thick material of his jeans. Gasping, Tyler tried to fight the arousal rising in him -- it was the first time anyone but himself had touched his dick, how else was he supposed to react?
"Ah God," he said in a pathetic whimper as he started to grow hard at Chase's touch.
An evil grin. "Good, isn't it?" Chase asked. "And it's only a taste of what I can give you."
Chase's hand was rough against Tyler's cock, and there was just a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure -- pain that Tyler never could've imagined would feel so good. He grunted, trying not to enjoy what Chase was doing to him. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the sweat collecting on his brow -- and he could feel his hips grinding up into Chase, who was practically lying on top of him.
"Stop," Tyler said breathlessly, the last of his willpower.
"You don't want that," Chase said, squeezing Tyler's bulge, and making Tyler give an animalistic groan that he never would've thought possible. "I can give you so much more."
He suddenly let out a growl of sorts, and acting as if he couldn't control himself any longer, he leaned down and licked the side of Tyler's face. It was slow and strangely erotic -- Tyler hated how much he enjoyed it. Chase made a noise in the back of his throat, then started kissing at Tyler's neck -- hot, savage kisses.
"Chase," Tyler said as the older boy nibbled at the base of his throat.
"Yes?" Chase asked, sardonically.
Tyler opened his mouth to tell Chase to stop again, but all that came out was another low groan. Chase laughed against Tyler's skin.
"Thought so," he said.
Tyler could feel himself reaching the end of his rope, the brink of his orgasm. He knew that if Chase kept doing what he was doing, he was going to come. He moaned, writhing in the seat, and Chase sucked and bit at his neck like a damn vampire or something. He didn't want to come -- well, he did, but not by Chase's hand.
"Chase," he whimpered again, "Please."
Chase lifted his head, grinning. "Please what, Tyler?" he asked, kneading his fingers against Tyler's throbbing cock. "Please stop?" His grin widened wickedly, "Or please make you come?"
Tyler knew what he wanted to say, but his voice betrayed him, damnit, and he said, "Please make me come."
"Make you come?" Chase echoed, as if he hadn't heard Tyler right.
"Yes!" Tyler gasped out. "Please."
So Chase did exactly that -- keeping his gaze locked on Tyler's, he quickened his hand movements. Tyler closed his eyes, letting his head fall back some, and he bit his bottom lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. He couldn't believe this was how he was spending his Thursday night -- in some unknown location, with a man who was supposed to be dead jerking him off. That actually made the situation sound outright creepy.
And suddenly, Tyler was coming. He arched slightly, arms shooting out so that he could grasp and claw at Chase's shoulders. Tyler was pretty sure he said the other boy's name at least twice, but he couldn't remember -- all he knew were the stars in his eyes, and the powerful feeling of release.
When Tyler's body relaxed in the seat, his arms going limp around Chase's neck -- he couldn't remember wrapping his arms around Chase's neck, but what can you do? -- Chase pulled away from him. He used the rear-view mirror to look at himself, and in a very arrogant manner, he ran both hands through his hair, still grinning. He side-glanced the spent and worn out Tyler, and his eyes did a long sweep over Tyler's body.
"Just a taste, baby boy," he said again.
Tyler couldn't say anything -- what should he have said? He'd just come, and most likely moaned Chase's name over and over -- he couldn't exactly yell at him, curse him out and tell him to leave. As if reading Tyler's mind, Chase laughed, his eyes gleaming.
"Think about it," he said, reaching for the door handle -- did he mean to leave? Just get out and walk away? "I'll keep in touch."
"Wait!" Tyler said, as Chase threw open the door, "I don't even know where we --"
"Not far," Chase said, climbing out of the car. "Turn around and drive out to the main road -- you'll know then."
And then, like that, Chase was gone -- as if he'd disappeared into thin air. Tyler stared at the open driver's side door, the truck dinging at him, and he tried to sort out what'd just happened.
tbc?
[x] I ended up liking this, just because I personally feel I did an okay job with Chase's character (being my first time with him and all). Feedback would be rad!
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Chase Collins / Tyler Simms
Rating: Mild NC17
Summary: Chase is back, but when he corners Tyler, who's all alone, it's not to kill him. It's to try and steal him away from his friends -- and he's willing to do a lot of things to get Tyler.
Note: I don't know, this is the first time I've written about Chase. I want to say this story starts off non-con, but it's not hardcore. Written for my 10_fics table, prompt number 004 -- steal. Table found here.
Warnings: Slash, brief sexual content, barely non-con.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 3,488
[ my 10_fics table]
FIXATION ON THE DARKNESS
"Try anything and you will regret it."
The words were a hiss in his ear, and the hand over Tyler's mouth was cold. Despite the harsh tone, he had no trouble recognizing the voice -- it turned his blood into ice. Chase Collins' breath was hot on the side of his neck, and the arm that'd been thrown across Tyler's chest was like a steel vice -- it would've been stupid of Tyler not to be scared.
"You reach out to them," Chase continued, darkly, "And I'll make sure I kill you nice and slow."
Tyler swallowed hard against the knot in his throat, knowing that Chase meant the other Sons. He also knew that Chase would be able to tell if he was using the Power to reach out to Caleb. He tried to breathe in deeply, regulate the heavy drumming of his heart, and the smell of Chase -- thick, musky, like blood -- filled his nostrils.
It'd been a dumb move -- going to Nicky's by himself. He'd been going to meet up with a girl from school, but wouldn't you know? She'd stood him up. He'd thought he actually had a chance with her too, shows how much he knew. While trudging out to his Hummer to leave, that's when Chase had appeared. He'd startled Tyler so bad that he'd dropped his keys -- he lowered his gaze now to see them sitting in a puddle.
"You got that?" Chase demanded, shaking Tyler slightly.
Tyler quickly nodded as best as he could, what with Chase's tight grasp on him and all. Chase was silent for a second, then he let out a low chuckle, as if he were highly amused. Chase moved his hand from Tyler's mouth, and he held it out in front of Tyler, palm down. Tyler's keys flew up from the puddle and Chase caught them easily, chuckling once more like he was having the time of his life.
"Still got it," he said mirthfully, spinning the keys around one of his fingers.
"What do you want?" Tyler asked, surprised at how cool his tone was.
"Ohh, baby boy," the way Chase said this nickname made Tyler's stomach twist, "You're supposed to be happy to see me. Why...I missed you!"
Tyler clenched his jaw, heart still pounding in his ears, but he said nothing. He was wishing Chase would step away from him, just a bit -- Chase's chest was practically flat against Tyler's back, and they were pressed together so tightly that Tyler was convinced he could feel Chase's heart, its slow and almost lazy beat. It made him feel ill to have Chase that close to him.
"Shy all of a sudden?" Chase asked, malice in his voice. "That's alright, I'm sure we can fix that. Now let's go for a drive."
Tyler could feel his eyes widen, and he turned his head some so that he could see Chase. The older boy looked exactly like he had the last time Tyler'd seen him, only a bit skinnier, more gaunt. There was a crocodile's grin on his face, and it chilled Tyler more than the cool night air. If it weren't for the smell of him, or how strong he felt, Tyler might have thought he was seeing things.
"A drive?" he asked.
"It's a nice night, don't you think?" Chase asked, looking up at the sky.
"If you want to kill me," Tyler said, voice cracking out of fear, "Just do it already."
Chase laughed like Tyler'd just made the funniest joke of the century. He shook Tyler again, practically grinding their bodies against one another.
"Tyler, Tyler, Tyler," Chase said, his tone sickly soft all of a sudden, "I don't want to kill you -- well, not now, I don't. I just want to --" he paused for dramatics, reaching up and running his fingers through Tyler's hair, "-- have a bit of fun."
"Fun for you," Tyler said, attempting a moment of bravery, "Or fun for me?"
Chase paused, then he threw his head back and laughed richly -- a real laugh. "Since you're being such a good sport," he said, "I'm sure I could make it fun for both of us." His fingers suddenly twisted into Tyler's hair, and he pulled Tyler's head back sharply, making him gasp slightly and baring his neck. "I always knew you and I could get along nicely," he said, and suddenly his lips were on Tyler's throat.
Tyler flinched, but Chase's grip tightened on him. "What are you doing?" Tyler asked, voice unnaturally high.
"Giving you a taste of what you need," Chase answered against Tyler's skin, his lips moving against it in an almost sensual way. He chuckled again, "I see the way you look at that friend of yours, Reid -- I'm gonna show you you don't need him."
Tyler stiffened. "I don't like Reid," he said. Tyler knew he liked girls, he knew that for a fact -- if a girl had a pair of legs that went on for miles, Tyler was in heaven. But he hadn't quite figured out if he liked boys or not; how had Chase picked up on that?
Chase laughed again. "I've struck a chord, have I?" he asked. Then he said, "You're curious. And that's okay, Tyler, we're all curious at a point in our lives."
Tyler felt sick. He'd thought that when he met Chase again, there'd be different words -- he thought maybe Chase would try to hurt him, try to use him to get to Caleb. He never thought Chase would, ultimately, hit on him.
"Why are you doing this?" Tyler asked.
"You're just about the cutest little kitten, of course," Chase replied, "Hasn't anyone ever told you?"
Tyler didn't know what to say -- so he didn't say anything. He could feel Chase's eyes on him, and he could feel his cheeks burning. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to Caleb -- Caleb was stronger than Chase, he could come, he would come. But what if Chase killed Tyler before Caleb could get there?
"It's not worth it," Chase said in a sing-song voice. He suddenly shoved Tyler towards Tyler's truck, making him stumble slightly. "Come on, let's go. Passenger seat, baby boy."
Tyler glanced at him, wide-eyed. "You're driving?" he asked.
Chuckling, Chase held up Tyler's keys again. "I'll be careful," he said, "I promise."
Tyler paused, looking around -- the lot was empty, of course, no one to help him. He might be able to make it back inside Nicky's if he ran fast enough. Chase's smirk faded, and his eyes narrowed.
"Tyler," he said, "I was just beginning to like you. Don't press your luck." The passenger door suddenly flew open, making Tyler start, and Chase's grin returned. "I'm such a gentleman, I'll even open it for you. Now get in."
What more could Tyler do? He stiffly made his way to the open door, and after a quick checking to make sure Chase hadn't damaged it, he climbed up into his seat. He shut his door before Chase could attempt to, and he tried to relax back in his seat. If he didn't return to the dorms soon, Reid would know something was up. Reid would go to the others, wouldn't he?
Chase walked around the front of the car, bobbing his head and singing along to a song in his head, and when he pulled open the driver's side door, he flashed a grin at Tyler, though it didn't reach his eyes.
"Honey, I'm home," he said, before pulling himself up into the seat.
Tyler shook his head some, turning and looking out the window -- willing someone to come by and help him, though who, he didn't know. He could hear Chase shifting around in the seat, getting comfortable, then the key being slid into the ignition.
"Seat belt," Chase said.
Tyler turned to him, an eyebrow arching -- Chase wasn't wearing his seat belt, and he was smirking cockily at Tyler.
"Are you serious?" Tyler asked.
"Safety first," Chase replied.
Tyler studied him for a moment, then reached around to grab his seat belt. Chase was shifting gears just as Tyler was finishing putting it on, and in no time, Chase was burning rubber out of the lot. He drove a lot faster than Tyler would've liked in his Hummer, and when Tyler glanced at him, Chase's eyes were pure black -- he was using the Power to keep the truck steady on the road.
"Where are we going?" Tyler asked.
"A place where we can be alone," Chase answered, his voice smooth and low.
It suddenly seemed like Chase didn't want to talk to Tyler anymore, as if he now preferred the company of his own thoughts. Tyler looked back out the window, but he couldn't make out anything -- it was blurring by too fast. He was half-tempted to use the Power as well, to add extra safety to the ride, but then he thought maybe it'd be better if Chase did crash. He could wrap the Hummer around a tree for all Tyler cared, as Tyler could hold onto the hope that Chase would end up killing himself.
Eventually though, the sight of whatever it was blowing past them as Chase drove was beginning to make Tyler feel nauseous. He closed his eyes, resting his head back against the seat, and he reached up to rub at his temples.
"What are you doing?" Chase asked suspiciously.
"Can you slow down?" Tyler asked.
Chase didn't answer, so Tyler opened his eyes. The older boy was grinning, an amused expression on his face again, but he hadn't slowed down at all. Tyler sighed, then closed his eyes again. He placed his hands against his stomach, turning his head away and breathing in deeply through his nose, out through his mouth. He wasn't exactly feeling comfortable around Chase, but his heartbeat had returned to normal.
Chase was a cocky bastard, arrogant and insufferable. If he'd been meaning to kill Tyler, he would've done it back at Nicky's.
The ride lasted about forty-five minutes in Tyler's mind, and when Chase stopped the Hummer, it was less than gently. If it hadn't been for the seat belt he'd insisted Tyler wear, Tyler's forehead would've smacked the dashboard. Rubbing his neck where the seat belt had bit into him, Tyler tossed a glare sideways -- until he remembered who he was glaring at. He quickly turned his expression neutral again.
Chase left the keys in the ignition, but parked the truck. He turned in his seat to face Tyler, and grinned his shark-like grin again. Tyler stole a glance out the window, but all he could see were trees on either side of them. They appeared to be on a dirt road, and ahead of them, the road faded and disappeared.
"I figured the more secluded, the better," Chase said smugly.
Tyler bit his bottom lip, looking down at his hands in his lap, and he had to struggle not to use the Power to reach out to Caleb. He could feel his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans, but he knew that even if he managed to get it out, he didn't know where they were. Chase had driven so fast that Tyler hadn't been able to pick out any road signs.
"Thinking of them, aren't you?" he asked. "Let me ask you something, Tyler. Even if they knew where you were, would they come?"
Tyler was surprised by the question -- his brow furrowed, and he looked out the window. "What?"
"You ever think there's something fishy with your relationship with them?" Chase asked. "Almost as if they're only hanging out with you because of your power."
Tyler's jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists in his lap. "I know what you're trying to do," he said, kind of grateful that it was going the way he'd thought it would. At least Chase wasn't kissing him anymore. "It's not gonna work."
Suddenly, Chase was practically on top of him. Tyler was trapped by his seat belt, but he pulled himself as far away from Chase as he could. Again, Chase's scent enveloped Tyler, practically suffocating him. But, much to Tyler's own shock, he found it actually wasn't that bad a smell, or maybe he'd just grown used to it. The seat belt was tight across his gut, and yet he tried to move even farther away from Chase.
"I'm not trying anything, Tyler," Chase was speaking in that slow and velvet-smooth tone again, as if he were attempting to hypnotize Tyler. "I just want you to open your eyes and see what's so damn obvious."
Tyler stared up into Chase's eyes for a long moment, then shook his head defiantly. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said. "We've been best friends since we were kids."
Jealousy flashed through Chase's eyes at this, but it evaporated quickly, and his grin returned. "Poor little Tyler," he said, "So fucking oblivious."
Tyler winced at the emphasis Chase used, but he didn't respond, so Chase continued.
"You and Pogue barely talk -- what could you two possibly have in common anyway? There's no need for you two to converse. Caleb? He takes care of you, sure. Maybe he sees you like a little brother -- but that's where Sarah comes in. Why spend time with you when he has his precious Sarah?"
Tyler had to lower his gaze, fearing Chase would see how much the words hurt him. There was a small part of him that was actually listening to what Chase was saying, as if he agreed. He had thought about the fact that Caleb seemed to spend more time with Sarah than them. He shook his head again, as if trying to push the thoughts from his mind.
"And Reid," Chase said, not giving up, "Well, Reid knows he'll always have his faithful little lap dog. Baby boy, so obedient and submissive. So easy for someone like Reid to walk all over."
"Shut up," Tyler managed lamely, his gaze on Chase's shirt collar so he wouldn't have to look him in the eye.
"Why?" Chase asked. "I know you've had your own doubts about your...friends."
Everyone had doubts about their friends, right? Tyler shook his head again, though much weaker this time.
"It's the Power that brought you together," Chase went on. "And it's the Power that's keeping you together. That's it." He suddenly laughed uproariously, throwing an arm out and letting it fall back to his side. "You even joined the swim team for them -- come on Ty, you aren't a swimmer!"
"Why are you doing this?" Tyler asked again, head swimming and tone quiet.
Chase suddenly grabbed Tyler's chin tightly, lifting Tyler's face and making their gazes meet. "You need friends that'll appreciate you, Tyler," he said. "Not friends who barely notice you're around."
Tyler snorted, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at Chase. "And what?" he asked, "You appreciate me?"
"Sure," Chase said, lips curling up into a feline-like smirk.
"You're a liar," Tyler said, trying to pull out of Chase's grasp. The older boy's fingers only tightened more, digging into Tyler's jaw. Tyler went on, "You just want my power. Wait until I Ascend, then force me to will you it. Like you tried with Caleb."
Chase's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching at the mention of failing. "We could make a great team," he said.
Tyler swallowed, "No," he said.
A new look came to Chase's face, one that Tyler couldn't read. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you," he said, dangerously low.
Tyler blinked stupidly, then shook his head very slightly. "That's okay," he said, "You don't have to."
Chase chuckled, "Let me show you," he repeated, before he boldly pressed a hand between Tyler's legs.
Tyler let out a throaty noise, unintentionally jumping, and he tried to recoil, but Chase's grip was still tight on his chin. Chase was merciless, and he wasted no time, starting to palm Tyler's cock through the thick material of his jeans. Gasping, Tyler tried to fight the arousal rising in him -- it was the first time anyone but himself had touched his dick, how else was he supposed to react?
"Ah God," he said in a pathetic whimper as he started to grow hard at Chase's touch.
An evil grin. "Good, isn't it?" Chase asked. "And it's only a taste of what I can give you."
Chase's hand was rough against Tyler's cock, and there was just a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure -- pain that Tyler never could've imagined would feel so good. He grunted, trying not to enjoy what Chase was doing to him. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the sweat collecting on his brow -- and he could feel his hips grinding up into Chase, who was practically lying on top of him.
"Stop," Tyler said breathlessly, the last of his willpower.
"You don't want that," Chase said, squeezing Tyler's bulge, and making Tyler give an animalistic groan that he never would've thought possible. "I can give you so much more."
He suddenly let out a growl of sorts, and acting as if he couldn't control himself any longer, he leaned down and licked the side of Tyler's face. It was slow and strangely erotic -- Tyler hated how much he enjoyed it. Chase made a noise in the back of his throat, then started kissing at Tyler's neck -- hot, savage kisses.
"Chase," Tyler said as the older boy nibbled at the base of his throat.
"Yes?" Chase asked, sardonically.
Tyler opened his mouth to tell Chase to stop again, but all that came out was another low groan. Chase laughed against Tyler's skin.
"Thought so," he said.
Tyler could feel himself reaching the end of his rope, the brink of his orgasm. He knew that if Chase kept doing what he was doing, he was going to come. He moaned, writhing in the seat, and Chase sucked and bit at his neck like a damn vampire or something. He didn't want to come -- well, he did, but not by Chase's hand.
"Chase," he whimpered again, "Please."
Chase lifted his head, grinning. "Please what, Tyler?" he asked, kneading his fingers against Tyler's throbbing cock. "Please stop?" His grin widened wickedly, "Or please make you come?"
Tyler knew what he wanted to say, but his voice betrayed him, damnit, and he said, "Please make me come."
"Make you come?" Chase echoed, as if he hadn't heard Tyler right.
"Yes!" Tyler gasped out. "Please."
So Chase did exactly that -- keeping his gaze locked on Tyler's, he quickened his hand movements. Tyler closed his eyes, letting his head fall back some, and he bit his bottom lip almost hard enough to make it bleed. He couldn't believe this was how he was spending his Thursday night -- in some unknown location, with a man who was supposed to be dead jerking him off. That actually made the situation sound outright creepy.
And suddenly, Tyler was coming. He arched slightly, arms shooting out so that he could grasp and claw at Chase's shoulders. Tyler was pretty sure he said the other boy's name at least twice, but he couldn't remember -- all he knew were the stars in his eyes, and the powerful feeling of release.
When Tyler's body relaxed in the seat, his arms going limp around Chase's neck -- he couldn't remember wrapping his arms around Chase's neck, but what can you do? -- Chase pulled away from him. He used the rear-view mirror to look at himself, and in a very arrogant manner, he ran both hands through his hair, still grinning. He side-glanced the spent and worn out Tyler, and his eyes did a long sweep over Tyler's body.
"Just a taste, baby boy," he said again.
Tyler couldn't say anything -- what should he have said? He'd just come, and most likely moaned Chase's name over and over -- he couldn't exactly yell at him, curse him out and tell him to leave. As if reading Tyler's mind, Chase laughed, his eyes gleaming.
"Think about it," he said, reaching for the door handle -- did he mean to leave? Just get out and walk away? "I'll keep in touch."
"Wait!" Tyler said, as Chase threw open the door, "I don't even know where we --"
"Not far," Chase said, climbing out of the car. "Turn around and drive out to the main road -- you'll know then."
And then, like that, Chase was gone -- as if he'd disappeared into thin air. Tyler stared at the open driver's side door, the truck dinging at him, and he tried to sort out what'd just happened.
tbc?
[x] I ended up liking this, just because I personally feel I did an okay job with Chase's character (being my first time with him and all). Feedback would be rad!