Who: Kyle and Jeremiah
What: Jeremiah gets a haircut.
When: Today, March 24th
Where: Secret
Notes: None yet.
Jeremiah
Jeremiah looked at his reflection in the small compact mirror that Amy handed him. He smiled and tilted his head around to see his shortened curls. His head felt so much lighter, and though it had only been about an inch and a half, it was so much better looking. Even Amy was smiling as she cleaned up the curls that had fallen delicately on the floor all around the blond, making it appear as though he were sitting in a pile of gold.
It hadn't been a difficult decision to cut his hair, but ultimately, he'd asked Amy, Kyle's servant of sorts, to take care of it for him. She'd happily obliged. The two of them were friends. They played games and chatted, as best they could with Amy being mute. It felt good to have a friend here, and Jeremiah thought that maybe Jamal and Bret were jealous because they didn't get nearly as much attention from her, but it wasn't something that Jere really thought about. He was just happy to have a friend.
As soon as Amy had finished, Jeremiah handed her back the mirror and went to the notebook she'd brought him before. She left, carrying her things out of the cell, and out of sight, leaving the place just as it had been before she'd come to see him, except for a single, curly, golden lock that fell just at the doorway. Jere finished up his journal entry and hid the notebook again, finding a plain sheet of paper and starting a sketch of a clearing near a scenic overlook that he liked to camp near. He hummed softly to himself, a tiny smile even coming to his lips as he thought about his favorite place in the world.
What: Jeremiah is a guard at a high security prison; he now meets his unlikely inmate Kyle for the first time.
Notes: NSFW. Au day! :D
Jeremiah looked at the paperwork on his desk. A new inmate was coming in today. A top security inmate that would be put in a single cell. Jeremiah's floor. His cell block. He read through the paperwork, wanting to know what this guy did that was so bad. Murder. Brutal murder. It had been a planned crime of passion. One that he knew all too well. Page, over his radio, told him that the inmate was being brought to his cell, and Jere got up to go give him undeserved hell.
Kyle looked wide eyed at everything and everyone. Fear shot through his veins and caused him to flinch dramatically every time an officer screamed at him and shoved him brutally. Eyes from different inmates glared at him unmercifully, as if threatening him for just being there. He shouldn't be there at all. He hadn't done anything. He was innocent. Still, he was led to the desolate and small cell.
Jeremiah headed slowly down the hall, offering nods or glares to each guy in each cell. They all knew what was going on. Jeremiah was the big man on campus. He knew more ways to take someone down than any of the horrid people in prison he guarded, and he'd proven it many times. Arriving at the cell, he stood with his arms folded, leaning against the wall just as the new guy arrived. He looked over his bright orange jumpsuit, smirking. "Well, hello there."
Kyle was brought to a halt, the guards smirking as if there was some cruel and sick inside joke. Swallowing thickly, he brought his eyes up to look at a slender, formal uniform clad man with thick curly hair and glaring eyes. He bit his lip uneasily.
Jeremiah raised his eyebrows. "I said hello. Don't they teach you manners in murder school?" he asked, his voice cool but with a sharp edge. The other guards chuckled. He dropped his arms to his sides and walked around the inmate. "You don't look like murderer. You look about as harmless as a butterfly stuck to a marshmallow." He laughed at his own joke, the other guards following suit. His expression changed to a serious one. "But let's get one thing straight. Don't try anything. I /am/ stronger than you, and I /will/ take you down if need be."
Kyle whispered pathetically. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir." Each word from the man caused Kyle to twitch or hesitate. He was tempted to take a step back just to get further away from his presence, but he knew it would make it so much worse. He remained silent, keeping his head down as an attempt to hide his terrified expression. The man had been right, he wasn't a murderer. But no matter how much he pleaded, with anybody, nobody believed him.
Jeremiah raised his eyebrows again; not even a little fight in this one. He supposed the guy had had enough with trying to convince people that he was innocent. He smirked at the way he replied. "Look at that boys. /That/ is how you treat me with respect. Take a lesson." he called out to the other inamtes, all of them obviously watching. "Welcome home, Cupcake." he said, nodding as a signal for the other guards to put him in his cell.
Kyle's breath hitched when Sir spoke loudly for the other inmates. Fuck. That was going to get him in trouble with them for being so controllable and weak. He looked up in surprise at the nickname. It was supposed to be mocking, but it was a lot nicer than what the other guards had called him. Keeping quiet, he continued to scan over Sir slowly, his eyes lingering a moment too long over the gun in his belt before making their way up to the man's stern expression. He was knocked out of his gazing when he was suddenly shoved forward.
As soon as the other guards cleared the block, Jeremiah moved to stand in front of the cell. It was tradition for him to spend the night in front of the new inmate's cell, and by this point, most of the other prisoners were bored and back to doing whatever it was that they did. Jere folded his arms and stared into the cell.
Kyle sat on the cold, hard floor; ignoring the worn make shift bed. He curled his knees to his chest and kept his head down, honestly horrified at how his life had turned out. Glancing up, he caught eyes with the main guard, his heart beating loud and hard out of fear. Somehow, he pulled himself closer as if that was going to help him or at least stp Sir from looking at him like that.
Jeremiah narrowed his eyes. "What, that bed not good enough for you?" he questioned, standing with authority. The tiniest pang of guilt shot through his chest. He smashed it into bits and stepped further into character. "What's the matter, Cupcake? Can't get that guy's last words out of your head? Can't stop hearing him beg for you to stop? Pleading for his life?"
Kyle clung to himself, whispering begs for the man to stop, and gradually getting louder. "Please. P-please stop. I didn't...I didn't do it..I w-would never..." He cut himself off with small sobs. Even as a grown man, Kyle had remained fragile and innocent, which would probably kill him in a place like this. Wiping his eyes, he looked to the floor dismally. "I...I didn't do it..."
Jeremiah pursed his lips, arms still folded as he tilted his head to the side. He knew this guy was innocent. "Oh, come on. The judge seemed to think you did. So did all twenty of those jurers. All. Twenty. You had a history. He held you at gunpoint. It makes perfect sense." He said, believing his own story.
Kyle shook his head quickly, becoming more irritated with yet another person calling him a murderer. "No. No I would never...I loved him and I forgave him. I'm not...I'm not a murderer." He spoke desperately, praying that he could at least make one person believe him, even if it was too late.
"If it wasn't you, Mr Marshmallow, then who was it?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer was. "You know what these guys are gonna do to someone like /you/ in a place like this? And I don't mean your crime."
Kyle rolled his eyes in frustration at another failed attempt of a plea. "Look. I know what you're getting at. But being gay is the least of my problems right now. I know exactly what they're gonna do to me." He spoke firmly, but his insides were coiling with fear and anxiety.
"Oooh, someone's got attitude. Finally a little biting back. It's what I live for." He said. "And, tell me, what exactly are your problems? You're already here, Sweetheart." He wondered just how many sticky-sweet nicknames he could come up with. Usually his insults weren't so sugar coated. He laughed at the bad pun in his head.
Kyle let out something resembling a growl before hoisting himself up to his feet and leaning back on the wall. "Well, I'm here for starters. Even though I'm not guilty. I'm gay. An only child. I'm adopted. Never met my birth mother, she died giving birth to me. Had the guy I loved point a gun at me." He spoke in monotone before chuckling a little at his own pain. "I'll never be able to leave the country and go traveling. Or become a chef..." He trailed off quietly.
Jeremiah raised his eyebrows. This guy had dreams, and they were now shoved into the junk drawer with all of those keys to nothing. Keeping up his facade, he continued. "Aww, don't worry, Muffin. See, you can earn privs around here by working. I'm sure King sown in the kitchen will let you help scoop beans onto trays."
Kyle shook his head again, smiling tightly. "Cooking isn't just about feeding people. It's a way of creativity. Getting lost in design, colours and tastes. Being able to experiment with things you like and dislike and finding a style that makes perfect sense to you. Amore." He became so lost in the explanation that he tilted his head back, exposing his neck, and closed his eyes.
Jeremiah's gaze traveled down from the inmate's eyes, over his neck, and then snapping back up. The last thing he needed was an attraction, so he bit back harshly. "Maybe you shouldn't have killed your boyfriend then."
Kyle stiffened, a frown now present on his face. "Figlio un cane." He muttered, loud enough for Sir to hear. He brought his head forward and strode towards the officer, his hands clenched. He gave off a sudden confident and demanding energy, almost dominant. He reached the bars and stood square, staring right at him. "I. Am. Innocent." He scowled.
Jeremiah raised his eyebrows yet again, moving to stand with his hands on his hips. "Did you just curse at me in another language?" he questioned, ignoring the fact that it was hot. Without flinching in the slightest, he narrowed his eyes, reached through and clutched the bright orange shirt tightly, pulling the inmate against the bars and stepping close, his face only an inch away from the other's. "You don't want to give me the attitude, Kid. But it's easy to see how the crime of passion came into play. You get worked up easily. " He said, finally letting go, but staying right at the bars.
Kyle gritted his teeth, gripping at the bars and snarling an inch away from Sir, not moving even as he'd let go. "My current passion is pissing you off, and oh, how I'm loving it." He copied the elder and thrust his hand out of the cell and gripped his uniform, pulling him closer. "Pompinara." He whispered spitefully, knowing he was going to get punished for it.
Jeremiah was livid. Sure, he'd had inmates challenge him before. He was a thin, blond, white guy. What they didn't know was that his Green Beret training gave him an advantage over all of them. And he was tempted to use that training now, as his own threatening move was used on him. His nostrils flared. "You'd do well to cut that out." he said, reaching back through the bars and grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking backwards. "You just put yourself on my shit list."
Kyle yelped and let go of Sir completely and started clutching at his scalp. "Fuck! Cazzo! Such a Testa di mincha!" He cursed loudly, stepping back from the bars, still holding his head for another moment. "You know what? Fuck you. Fuck everything. I don't deserve to be here. I'm innocent. I don't need you, or this bed or these fucking bars! I don't even need this stupid, disgusting orange jumpsuit! I would rather be naked!" he spilled out angrily, not actually thinking about his words.
Jeremiah shook his head, smirking. "Oh would you? Would you really? Well, it's your lucky day." he replied, pulling the ring of keys from his belt and finding the one he needed. He unlocked the cell and stood in it's doorway, holding on to the bars on either side. "Strip." he ordered, actually kind of anxious to watch.
Kyle froze, staring wide eyed as the officer unlocked the bars. He stood motionless, trying to figure out if he heard correctly. "W-what?" he stuttered, not actually aware what was happening, or about to.
Jeremiah's face was void of emotion as he stared. "You said you'd rather be naked, I'm giving you the opportunity. Though, you don't have much of a choice since you don't seem to know who's in charge." He folded his arms expectantly.
Kyle frowned. "Fine." He spoke sharply, bringing his hands up to unfasten his jumpsuit down to his slim waist and pulling his arms out of the sleeves. He nudged the rough fabric down until his v-line was visible, which was when he paused and glanced up. "You're a fucking pervert." he scorned before dropping the jumpsuit to the floor, not even bothering to cover himself. He didn't see the point, Sir was going to try and humiliate him anyway.
"Welcome to prison, Cupcake." he said, his eyes tracing down. "Decent people are few and far between." He licked his lips and looked back up. "You'd do well to remember that you are the lowest man on this totem. On the bottom. And I am on the top."
Kyle let out a laugh and laced a hand through his hair, subconsciously running the fingers of his laft hand over his hip where his piercings usually were. He took a step forward and smirked. "I think you'll find, in many cases, /I'm/ on top."
Jeremiah shook his head. "Still haven't learned, have you? /I/ am in charge. /I/ am on top." He said, heavy with implications. "Be careful." he threatened, finally flicking his eyes, now full of lust in addition to anger, up to meet the inmate's gaze.
"Okay Goldilocks, whatever you say. I'll believe you when you prove it." He pushed, purposely irritating Sir as he turned his back on him and leaned over to pick up his jumpsuit. Standing back up with it in hand, he tossed it lazily at the officer. "Don't wank over it too much."
Jeremiah clenched his teeth together , reaching out to snatch the jumpsuit before it hit him. He tossed it to the floor, and rushed at the inmate, pushing him roughly against the wall and twisting an arm behind his back. He leaned in, pressing himself against the other's back and pushing him into the wall. Leaning in close to his ear, he spoke in a low, yet forceful tone. "You may call me Officer Winter." he said, reaching up with his free hand and pulling his hair so that he could meet the other's eyes.
Kyle hissed at the sudden pain and ice cold feeling from being pressed forcefully to the wall. He squirmed for a few moments before hearing Sir's low voice. Fluttering his eyes closed for a second, Kyle's breath hitched. The tug at his hair snapped him out of it as he became aware of the pain in his arm again. "Well in that case, fuck you /Officer Winter/."
Jeremiah ran his tongue along his bottom lip and shook his head, lips ghosting next to his ear. "You're just not going to learn, are you, Cupcake?" he asked, reiterating the fact that Kyle was in a compromising position by pressing into him again.
Kyle felt the heat across his face, probably showing by now. His breathing was heavy, almost nervous. "I won't learn until you use my name. Although, I'm sure you don't know it...since I'm just a toy to you." He bit, pushing back into Sir.
"I know more about you than you think. I've got a whole file on you, /Kyle Levi Wyatt/." He said, his lips now brushing against his neck. "You wanna be my toy, /Kyle Levi Wyatt/?" he asked, grinding his hips against the other's ass, his semi-hard on evident.
Kyle let out a whimper, his body shaking, but he wasn't sure what with. Nervousness? Fear?Anxiousness? Excitement? Kyle bit his lip and swallowed thickly, side eyeing the officer. "And what if I say no? I'm damaged goods. And it's quite a risk for you there, Sir." He remarked, trying to keep his ground.
Jeremiah traced his lips across his shoulder, biting at the end. "You shouldn't say no. There's no such thing as damaged goods here, sweetheart. No risk, I can do whatever I want." He replied, tracing his hand down the other's side, fingers ghosting over the spot where it was evident a piercing was supposed to me. "Mmm...I could get this back for you, if you're good."
Kyle rested his head against the wall, gasping a little when Officer Winter bit him. If he was honest, this was hot. Officer Winter was hot. If there was chance of getting his valubles back, he would take it. "Only if I get them back...and this is between us. And stop calling me mocking names." He demanded, knowing he was asking for far too much. He pushed further, simply for his own entertainment. "I'll top."
Jeremiah shook his head, his pants growing tighter as his suggestion was tentatively agreed with. "Oh, you'll get them back, but you don't get to top. And I'll call you whatever I want." he said digging his fingertips into Kyle's side before running his hand down over his v-line and getting dangerously close to grabbing hold of him.
Kyle shut his eyes, thinking about the teasing that was happening to him. "A-and...this is between us...I don't want to get raped by everyone." He spoke bluntly, near enough joking about the rape part. He tried to lean back, yelping when his arm twinged with pain. "Get the fuck off my arm." He scolded, becoming agressive.
"You'll be mine. No one will touch you." Jeremiah said. He let go of Kyle's arm, but pressed against him so he couldn't move right away. "Do not tell me what to do. Though it is pretty hot the way you think you can have power over me." He trailed his hands down, both now tracing down his v-line.
Kyle pressed his arms against the wall, breathing heavily in anticipation. "I'm a lot stronger than you. If you'd stop it with the 'threaten me and I'll break your arm' shit, I'd show you a good time." He commented, distacting himself from his own hard on, throbbing to be touched. "But since you won't...Please..." He took a long breath. "P-please...touch me Sir..."
Jeremiah rolled his eyes at the attitude he was given. "First things first. Unless you want to tell everyone what's going on in here, you'll keep quiet, got it?" He groaned softly in Kyle's ear, reaching down further to take hold of his cock. "Beg." he ordered, knowing the inmate wasn't going anywhere.
"Yes Sir." He spoke lamely, also rolling his eyes. Suddenly, he silenced. His mouth hung open and he leaned his head back onto Officer Winter's shoulder, small whimpers escaping him as he tried to thrust up for movement. "P-please Sir...I want it. I want it so badly...Please..."
Jeremiah smirked to himself as his hand was thrust into. "Mmm...yes..." He muttered quietly. He squeezed his hand around the cock he held, biting down on Kyle's shoulder. Stroking him roughly, he rocked his hips into the other, his own cock now hard as a rock.
Kyle moaned lowly, feeling behind him to try and pull Sir closer. He flinched as his hand touched upon the officer's gun, quickly moving it away and up to his curly hair, where he gripped tightly.
Jeremiah sucked in air as his hair was pulled, one hand tracing a line around behind Kyle, over his ass and down, one finger teasing at his entrance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you come, and then you'll clean up your mess." he said, feeling the need to tell him in advance.
Kyle swallowed, starting to writhe against the elder in excitement. He pulled his hair harder and used his other hand to palm him through his oants, "You sure you haven't got another gun in there? It's pretty big..." He smirked, rocking his hips down on Sir's finger.
Jeremiah pushed his finger in, not pausing to wait for the inmate to adjust before starting to move his hand. The comment about how big his cock was pleased him, and he groaned in response. He stroked faster, biting Kyle's shoulder. "Do you want it? Of course you want it." he said, both of his hands working on the other.
Kyle hissed, trying to get used to it quickly as hr gritted his teeth in attempt to keep quiet. He continued to palm the officer, squeezing through the fabric. Giving in, Kyle let out a louder moan, his knees shaking and chest heaving. "Yes...yes, fuck yes. I want it!" He gasped.
Jeremiah was thoroughly enjoying himself, when he heard the moan from the other. He let go of his cock, and pushed a second finger in, his now free hand grasping the inmate's hip, fingertips pressing into the spot where the metal bar had been before. "I said no noise." hi said, again in a low voice. "You want them all to know?"
Kyle made a weird gaspy whine as he was stretched and his cock was left alone. "I-I'm sorry...but...ah..." He clenched his jaw shut to stop his noise. He fiddled with the button of Sir's pants, desperately trying to get to his cock. "P-please."
Jeremiah let out a low growl right next to the other's ear. "That's right." he commented, twisting his fingers to press against what should make him scream. He continued moving his hand, leaning back to allow for his pants to be undone. "Do it. Now." He ordered.
Kyle felt a surge of pleasure shock it's way up his spine, making him moan loudly before biting down on his fist. Still whimpering, he unzipped Sir's pants and dipped his hand down his underwear, grasping him with a long groan as he pushed back into him.
Jeremiah bit down on the inmate's neck, sucking a claiming mark there where everyone would know to look. A third finger pushed in, and he exhaled heavily, and nearly vocally, as the other took hold of his cock, which was suddenly aching. His hand moved quickly, and he thrust into the other's hand. He reached up, grabbing him by the hair. "Suck my cock." he muttered, authority still present in his voice.
Kyle shook violently, his hands gripping to whatever they could find. He was sweating now, his hair sticking to his face. "Fuck...yes Officer Winter." he obeyed, sadly pulling away from Sir and dropping to his knees in front of him, his mouth just at the tip.
Jeremiah stood with his hands on his hips, his mouth open slightly as the inmate did what he was told. He reached one hand out and grasped a handful of hair. His cock throbbed in need, and he looked down expectantly. "Suck it." he said, waiting.
Kyle glared up at him. Being told what to do was fine, great even, but under these circumstances it was a lot more thrilling to do it his way. "Shut your mouth before I fill it. I'll do it how I want to." he spoke firmly, placing delicate kisses down his cock and back up to tease the tip.
Jeremiah's cock throbbed harder at the back-talk. He could have insisted. He could have pulled his hair. But instead he let the other continue. He groaned softly at the attention, staring down with desire.
Kyle kissed up to Sir's v-line, his hand stroking him as he sucked a spot on his skin. Nipping at the mark and glancing up at the elder, Kyle finally took half of him in his mouth, groaning as he did.
Jeremiah's chest heaved at the attention to his v-line, probably his biggest turn on spot. Suddenly his cock was in the inmate's mouth and he growled out a moan, his other hand reaching so that both hands were in the other's hair. "Mmm, fuck yesss..."
Kyle sucked for a moment before slipping off. "Shhh" he scorned, realising they they were both getting louder before he took Sir in again. He started a steady rhythm as he tried to relax, waiting for the right moment. Suddenly he took as much as he could in until Sir reached the back of his throat, where he moaned around him.
Jeremiah's mind started going fuzzy around the edges. The inmate's rhythm was perfect, as was his timing taking as much of his cock in his throat as he could at once. Feeling the tip hit the back of the other's throat, he reflexively thrust in further. He let out a muffle grunt, and thrust forward again. "uhn...get up. I wanna fuck you now." he said, pulling lightly at his hair.
Kyle gripped Sir's hips, delayed in his reaction to stand up. When he finally picked himself up, he turned around, facing away from the officer and pressing his hands on the wall. His broad shoulders shuddered as he waited for the elder to take him, or give him an order or something.
Jeremiah watched the other get up and turn around, putting his hands on the wall. He stroked himself a few times, running his free hand up the inmate's back and down his side. Lining up his cock, he used spit and precome as make shift lube, and pushed in, giving him a second before starting to move. His hand moved back up the other's side and around the front, pressing up his chest and pulling him more upright, finally resting his hand gently over his throat.
Kyle bit his lip and pressed himself flush against Sir. He felt vulnerable due to being completely naked, where as Officer Winter was near enough fully clothed. Whimpering, Kyle tipped his head back to give the officer further access to his neck. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but for some reason he trusted Sir a lot more than he should. He let out a sudden moan before biting down on his tongue harshly.
Jeremiah let out quiet grunts, not even paying attention to the fact that the no noise rule had been broken again, thinking only of how it gave him goosebumps and made him thrust harder. Keeping one hand at the inmate's throat, his other arm wrapped around his middle and held him tightly. "Fuck...so good..." he muttered, feeling heat pool quickly in the pit of his stomach.
Kyle pushed back, strings of Italian and English curses leaving him through muffled moans and mutters. He knotted one hand into Sir's hair, pulling sharply with every couple of thrusts, and the other hand reached down to touch himself to match the officer's rhythm. Gasping, Kyle lent completely against the other, asking for nothing more than to come.
Jeremiah thrust faster, his hand sliding down slightly to get a better grip of the other. He let out a series of gasps and mini groans, the contact against him tipping him over the edge as he pounded into the other, holding in his screams before pulling out; come splashing up the inmate's back.
Kyle forced himself not to scream out in ectacy, his entire body shook and his toes curls. Each thrust sent shock waves coursing through him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. At that moment, he felt sudden heat up his back, causing his body to arch with a gasp. "You did not...just...ah...do that. If I wasn't so hard...uhn...you would fuc-king pay..." He growled, thrusting up into his hand.
Jeremiah admired his work, swiping a finger through the come and holding it around the front of the inmate's face, obvious what he wanted. "I'm sure I would. Making empty threats isn't helping in your case." He said, slipping his other hand down to line up with the other's hand and let him thrust into his grip as well.
Kyle eagerly leaned forward, taking Sir's finger into his mouth and sucking it clean. His eyes fluttered closed as he groaned for more. "Such a...a wanker.." He commented with another thrust, his mouth hung open. He was so close at this point.
"Oh, you like it? That's good cause you'll get so much more of it." Said Jeremiah, swiping his finger through the come again and holding it out for the other. His other hand pushed the inmate's out of the way, stroking quickly. He leaned in and nipped at his ear, almost whispering to him. "I want you to come, right now."
Kyle, again licked the come off contently with a groan. As soon as Sir took over, Kyle was helpless. His eyebrows furrowed together as bother of his hands laced into Officer Winter's hair forcefully. "Fuck!...ahh~ S-sir!" He moaned, fully aware that he was getting louder. But he didn't care. It was too much. Without warning, Kyle let go, his come splashing up his stomach and chest; he lost the energy to speak and rested heavily on the other.
Jeremiah didn't bother shushing the inmate. Those sounds meant, to everyone else, that Officer Winter had claimed the new guy. Kyle Levi Wyatt was now officially off limits. "That's right. You come when I tell you." he said, running his finger through the come on the other's stomach and bringing it to his own mouth, humming in pleasure.
Kyle watched, his mouth gaping as he panted for breath. "So...s-so hot..." he whispered, trying to stand up straight without collapsing. He turn to face the elder before stepping forwards weakly. "What...what is..." e gasped, struggling for air.
Jeremiah raised his eyebrows, watching the other gasp for air. He leaned in closely, right next to the inmate's ear. "Jeremiah." he whispered, not sure why he'd given in and told him. He was certainly not on a first name basis with anyone here. They all called him Winter.
Kyle gave a small smile, not actually sure why knowing his first name made him so happy. Gently, he lifted his arms around Jeremiah's neck before leaning in delicately to brush his lips against his. He had no idea why he was doing this. It wasn't a relationship. It was sex. But he felt the need to display affection...
Jeremiah blinked, and slightly delayed, returned the light kiss, unsure of what was happening. He glanced at the other's bite mark, visible oon the side of his neck. He traced over it with his finger. "You're safe, you know." he said, almost offhand.
Kyle tilted his head slightly, looking directly into Jeremiah's eyes. "I...I'm scared." he spoke quietly and honestly, his voice breaking as he felt like a sixteen year old kid again.
Jeremiah shook his head. "They're not going to touch you." he said, for some reason letting his walls down just a little to let Kyle know that he was safe, even if he was very wrongly accused.
Kyle nodded, switching his gaze to glance around his 'room'. He was suddenly thrown back into reality just by being in there. "I...I need to just...I need to cry." he hinted sadly, looking down now.
Jeremiah blinked. "oh" he started, though he didn't finish. He stepped back, pulling away from the other and picking up the jumpsuit from the floor, tossing it toward the inmate. He swallowed, hesitating, but stone faced.
Kyle bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. "I'd um...I'd hug you and shit for being a not so nasty bastard but...um..." he glanced down at himself, still with come down his stomach and probably down his back too.
Keremiah smirked. "You can save it for later." he said, digging in his pockets for something to give the other to clean up. "Here." he said, unbuttoning his uniform shirt and pulling it off to reveal a beater underneath, which he promptly took off and handed over. He pulled the uniform shirt back on and started buttoning it back up.
Kyle watched in awe, admiring Jeremiah's form and locking his eyes on his torso. Composing himself, he smiled sweetly at the elder and took the beater. "Thank you Jer-Sir."
Jeremiah buttened up his uniform shirt and tucked it back in. He nodded, turning to leave and stopping himself. "If anyone messes with you, tell them you're Winter's." he said, just to make sure Kyle knew he was safe.
Kyle bit his lip and nodded, quietly replying. "Yes, Sir..." although he was safe, the only reason was; he'd become someone's bitch. He stared at the open doorway. If he was fast enough he could distract Jeremiah, or shove him out of the way and make a run for it. He stepped forward, about to do it, before stopping himself. Even as a prisoner, his innocence still seeped through.
Jeremiah looked down at the inmate's feet as they started to move. Something in his stomach dropped, and he wasn't sure why. He had enough experience to know when someone was trying to run. His lips tightened and he backed out of the cell, pulling the door closed and testing the lock. Even though he hadn't, Jeremiah knew Kyle had wanted to leave. He wasn't about to let that happen.
Kyle's heart dropped as Jeremiah walked out and locked him in again. He'd known that he wasn't going to be set free, but just the fact that now he was completely alone again made him feel colder. He returned to his original state, from when he first met Sir. Emotionless and pitiful, his eyes full of sadness and sorrow.
Jeremiah stared through the bars at the broken man. Broken, because of him. The pang of guilt returned to his chest, and he tried to shrug it off, but all he wanted to do was confess his darkest secret to the inmate that had arrived only hours ago. But he would not. Instead, he was determined to figure out what this feeling was.
Kyle giggled childishly as the butterfly flew away from him in a random pattern, which of course, he tried to recreate as he chased it. The name of the game had been to try and capture the butterflies, but Kyle found it more fitting to spread his arms out as he ran, almost as if he was flying like a bird. It gave him a sense of freedom in such a demanding and closed in world, which was greatly appreciated. Being the second time he'd been hiking, it was now clear to see why Jeremiah loved it so much. In fact, he planned on tagging along with the elder for more wilderness adventures - not only did he get a chance to explore, he got to spend time with the most amazing man he's even had the pleasure to meet. At last, he'd come to terms with the fact that he was falling hard and fast for the curly blond man; although, who wouldn't? He was beautiful, intelligent, insightful, earnest and extremely modest. Not to mention that his shyness about most things brought another layer of adorable endearment. How could one man possess such qualities? It was hard for even Kyle to believe, and yet, there he was; chasing butterflies right beside him with that dazzling smile on his face.
Jeremiah admired the way Kyle was so carefree. He wondered if it came along with being in the open about everything, of it that's just how the other was. He couldn't control the smile on his face as he ran after his dark haired hiking partner. He was having entirely too much fun, so much more fun than he typically had on a hike. Though, he'd never really taken anyone with him on a hike before. He mimicked Kyle's movements, chasing after the butterfly with his arms spread out at his sides and laughter escaping him, though only for a few seconds, then holding back to watch Kyle. There was just something about him. Jeremiah wondered if Kyle thought about him as much as he thought about Kyle. "I think it got away," he said, voice raised a little, as the other was further ahead at this point. And, the butterfly was too far to catch anyway.
Kyle let the feeling of happiness spread throughout his veins, coursing through his entire body and putting a spring in his step. The warmness embraced his pounding heart, partly through his running, and partly from the sudden voice behind him. It had captivated him instantly, causing him to stop where stepped, his arms falling back down to his sides and his body twisting slightly to look at Jeremiah. "Perhaps...but beauty never truly leaves us..." He spoke sweetly with a smile before turning away again to look up, closing his eyes and taking in the sweet smells that dripped upon the breeze. Everything was just so perfect, and as usual, he couldn't wait to share it with someone.
Jeremiah thought about what Kyle had said for a minute, and tried to take a mental photograph because he really was just that stunningly beautiful at the moment. He hoped the other never truly left him. His heart flipped around in his chest as he watched the sunlight making patterns on Kyle's shirt through the leaves on the trees. Stunning. "You make a good point," he said, having walked closer to stand next to the other. He considered, for a second, leaning in and placing the tiniest of kisses on the corner of Kyle's mouth. No one would ever know, aside from the two of them. But Kyle might want to tell people, and for that reason, and that reason only, Jeremiah decided not to. Instead, he blushed and glanced away, pretending to have seen something in the tall grass.
Kyle glanced up to Jeremiah, his gaze swimming in admiration and what could only be described as the early stages of love. Of course, he wanted to kiss him, it would mean the world. But through Kyle's eyes, what use was just a kiss? A touch of lips may last for a moments, only living on through thoughts and memories - what he wanted to do more in that moment, was to embrace Jere. Hold him close in his arms, feel safe and at home, hear his heart beat in his chest and get a warm sense of familiarity. A cuddle wouldn't be too much to ask...would it? Tentatively, Kyle inched forward, lifting his hand up to rest on the elder's chest, his thumb lightly stroking delicate patterns. Flickering his eyes up again, he cowered out of it, quickly yelling 'tag' and dashing off to hide the deep blush creeping across his cheeks.
Jeremiah could feel his heart slamming in his chest as Kyle looked back at him. Was it just him or was the other moving closer? He was. And he was reaching over- his hand was against Jere's chest. Surely he could feel the heartbeat underneath that was making it's owner's head spin with the speed at which it raced. But, it was all over before he could do anything- lean forward, place that kiss, propose marriage- and the word 'tag' echoed around in his head as Kyle ran away. Throat dry, Jeremiah had to remember to breathe before he took off running, his head swimming. "Not.. fair..." he called out, trying to act normal as he listened to his own heartbeat. He ran track in school, and was fast, catching up to Kyle quickly. As he made to reach out, his foot caught on a root, and he fell fast, knocking himself into the younger of the two, and trying to keep himself upright with his arms. He failed in that, but succeeded in tackling Kyle to the ground, the two of them surrounded by tall grass. A laugh escaped Jeremiah as he tried to play wrestle with the other. "Ha! Pinned ya," he said, absolutely quoting the Lion King.
Kyle thought he'd had the upper hand, he did baseball so he had a little speed, but obviously not half as much as Jeremiah had. Before he even had chance to think, he was suddenly in the grass; Jere on top of him and quoting one of his favourite movies. Laughing heartily, Kyle pushed up with all of his upper body strength to flip them. It had been pretty easy, since the blond was rather slim and light, and with his own physique it hadn't taken long to reverse roles. Now on top, Kyle chuckled, sticking his tongue out (his trademark laugh). Gripping lightly around Jeremiah's wrists, Kyle quoted the same film back. "Ha! Pinned ya again!" He spoke childishly, though his eyes were gentle and mature. Jeremiah was a picture of beauty, if not more so; his eyes glittering and hair shining in the patches of sunshine, and yet no matter how much the sun shined, the elder was so much brighter. Delicately, Kyle's hands slid up and laced fingers with the other man's, his eyes locked on Jeremiah's as he leaned down toward him. Ever so sweetly, he brushed his lips against his and fluttered his eyes closed before finally taking the plunge and pressing a little firmer for a full kiss.
Jeremiah rolled onto his back, not fighting Kyle at all for the win. He laughed and looked up at the other with such adoration that it must have been obvious there were feelings involved. All of his insides now did flips- Kyle had just laced their hands together. And, he was leaning down, closer and closer, until his lips were against his. Jeremiah's breath hitched and caught as his eyes closed and he returned the kiss. He matched the pressure, nearly drowning in his own heartbeat. It was as though the earth were imploding, the emotion that washed over him was so intense. Squeezing Kyle's hands slightly, he felt himself fall further. Surely he'd wake up any second, and this would be all just a fantastic dream, where he got the guy of his dreams and everything was perfect. Silently he prayed not to wake up.
Kyle let himself be lost in that moment. However, he ignored the smell of wild flowers, the vibrant colour of grass around him and the sweet song of birds from above. All he felt, and all he wanted to feel, was everything with Jeremiah. How his hands just...fit with his and how as soon as their lips touched, he could feel a spark charge his entire being. Right there and then, Kyle knew. Gently, the younger brought a hand down to cup Jeremiah's face softly, before sliding into his loose curls and playing with the ends of the blond strands. He pressed his chest close, his heart pounding and breath growing heavier out of nervousness and excitement. This was everything, and he knew it.
Jeremiah had never had a dream with such intense emotion to go along with it before. He could feel Kyle's heartbeat as their chests pressed together, and surely Kyle could feel his. His hand, now free as the other's was against his face, moved to Kyle's waist, sliding, featherlight, up his back. Jeremiah didn't want to be anywhere else, and for the moment, it was only them. He'd never been kissed like this before, and he wanted it to last forever. His fingers pressed into Kyle's back and squeezed the hand they held, not wanting to let go ever. He was going to be Kyle's and Kyle would be his. Except Kyle wasn't his. And Jeremiah was afraid of everything. He hesitated in the kiss, popping his eyes open and suddenly feeling like every old guy his parents knew was watching.
Kyle felt like everything was perfect. And it was. Jeremiah was responding sweetly, squeezing his hand and running his fingers lightly up his spine, which of course sent electric sparks through his body. Kyle never wanted this to end, not in a million years. Feeling so close to someone wasn't something he lacked on a physical aspect, but on a personal level...this was a first. He felt connected to the other, as if they were part of the same puzzle that just seemed to fit together. And then he felt it. Jeremiah stiffened beneath him, and his world began to tumble around him, piece by piece. As quickly as possible, Kyle pulled back - keeping his eyes down and tugging his hands away to hold himself above the blond, as if he was hovering.
Jeremiah squeezed his eyes shut. No. He hadn't wanted Kyle to back up or to stop kissing him, but he had, and now he was holding himself up over him. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest when the other wasn't even looking at him. All he wanted was to melt back into that kiss again, to feel the connection between the two of them that had lasted for only a short time. But, it was too late. "I... sorry, I ..." He stuttered out nervousness, and moved his hand back down to Kyle's waist, refusing to remove his last connection to the other.
Kyle bit his lip, nodding a little as everything washed over him in a sea of guilt and embarrassment. He'd promised himself that he would control himself, and once again, he had ruined everything in one stupid move in an attempt to win over the elder's affections. "N-no..I shouldn't...I'm sorry..." He whispered weakly, his voice cracking under the strain of festering tears. He felt stupid. How dare he pull something like that on a straight guy, even more so, he'd actually thought the other was kissing him back. Ha! What a joke. Pulling away further, Kyle sat back on his heels, pushing the palms of his hands against his forehead and hanging his head in shame.
Jeremiah could almost feel the regret streaming from the other as he moved away. His heart was breaking after only a moment before having been overflowing with good emotions. He didn't want to see Kyle like this. Moving to get on his knees, he hesitated before leaning forward and attempting a hug. He was nervous, but leaned down to practically whisper next to the other's ear. "It's okay... I'm not mad, I promise.
Kyle hesitated for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. It didn't take long for him to break and wrap his arms tightly around Jeremiah, fingers gripping onto the other's t-shirt and his nose buried into the crook of his neck. Shuddering at Jeremiah's breath next to his ear, Kyle let the pool of tears overflow, his sniffles causing him to take in the comforting scent of Jere. "I...I didn't...I'm sorry..." he mumbled helplessly.
Jeremiah hated that Kyle was upset, and that he'd caused it. He leaned his head into the other's, squeezing his arms. "You have nothing to be sorry for, at all," he replied, just wanting to make everything better. He wished that he had the guts to just come out to Kyle. It would make everything so much easier, to be able to just let himself fall in love with the other, and not hurt him or make him feel like he was being played or something. "Hey, that butterfly is back," he commented, noticing the insect perching in some of the tall grass where they sat.
Kyle sniffed again, smiling a little. Jeremiah was sweet and caring and completely perfect and beautiful - everything he'd imagined he would be, and so much more. Carefully, Kyle backed up a little, looking Jeremiah in the eyes, almost sympathetically. Gently, he leaned forward and placed a tiny little kiss on Jere's cheek, his fingers brushing a stray curl out of the way and his eyes fluttering closed for a second. "You're a good person." He smiled tightly before bringing himself to his feet and turning to look at the butterfly, the sunlight catching his eyes; causing him to squint a little.
Jeremiah shook his head. Kyle thought highly of him, and he was flattered. Or floored. Or something emotional but without tears. He wasn't that great of a person. He was lying about who he was to everyone, including himself sometimes. "Nah, I'm just a person," he replied, also standing to look at the butterfly. It took every bit of power from him to not reach over and try to hold Kyle's hand. He was falling in love.
Kyle turned his head to look at Jeremiah again, a smile growing wider across his face just from the sight of the blond. "No...you're so much more." He whispered before looking passed Jeremiah to see the sun almost at setting point. "We should go..." He spoke, almost sadly. He wanted to spend so much more time with Jeremiah, but he couldn't, and it killed him. He was so afraid to say it, but this beautiful man seemed to be everything in such a short amount of time. It was easy to think though...in fact, it was all he thought about. Kyle, was hopelessly and desperately falling in love with Jeremiah.
Who: Jeremiah
What: Thought process
When: This morning
Where: Dave's house.
Notes: Self para. I was bored at work. It's short.
Jeremiah had woken up early in the morning, wondering where he was for a few seconds before he realised that he was at Dave's. Oh, right. He'd spent the night after staying up watching documentaries for the entire evening. It was nice to finally have a friend who didn't think he was a complete loser for enjoying them so much. It wasn't a surprising thing that everyone thought he was weird. History was exiting to him, and boring to everyone else. Except Dave. Jeremiah liked that about the other. They enjoyed the same things. If Jere was completely honest with himself, he'd considered seeing where their friendship might lead. Dave made him feel good about himself and he felt comfortable just being him around the other. He liked to think Dave felt the same.
But then there was Blaine. Blaine wasn't the first boy he'd gone on a coffee date with, but he was the last. Jeremiah wished that the younger boy wouldn't have brought his entire choir along and sand to him at work. Things would be much easier then. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the song, or love the other's voice. It was that he was so far in the closet, that he was visiting Narnia. If his father hadn't been such a homo-phobe, it wouldn't have been such a big deal. But, bring fired, wasn't much to worry about because he was in school anyway, it was embarrassing. And hard to hide from his parents. He sometimes wished he'd acted differently toward Blaine afterward. If he thought about it, that was the best thing to ever happen to him, and he wondered where their relationship might have gone if it had turned out differently.
And after all of that, there was Kyle. Kyle was adorable. He liked weird things, like Jere did. Not the same things, but still weird. Good weird. He liked cooking and baking. And since he was a Warbler, probably sigcing and dancing. Jeremiah knew he liked singing. And playing the piano. And he was really goof at it. That was what kept drawing him in. Yes, it was weird. Yes, it was probably considered stalking, but Jeremiah couldn't stop himself. Every night, like clockwork, he somehow managed to end up at Kyle's house, sitting under his first-floor bedroom window, listening to the most beautiful voice, and the most talented fingers he'd ever heard. He wasn't a critic, or really musically inclined, but he knew if something was good. Kyle was more than good. He was wonderful. Classically beautiful. And, Jere knew from personal experience, that the other was classically beautiful in the looks department as well. His bright blue eyes had Jeremiah up late nights, daydreaming about being able to stare into them. But, Kyle was on a level all his own. Unattainable. He was also very open about the fact that he was gay. There was no way to try and hide it if he was ever introduced to Jeremiah's parents. The derogatory terms would fly all over. It was something he was afraid to even try. It would never work.
Kyle didn't leave his thoughts for a long time. He lay there in the pull-out sofa bed in the basement-turned-rec-room, imagining himself falling in love with the younger boy in various ways and various times. Every so often, Dave and Blaine would be the object of his affection as well, but for the most part, it was only Kyle, as he drifted in and out of a dreaming state.
Some time later, Jeremiah was woken officially by Tabitha, Dave's cat. She pushed her nose against his face and pawed at him until he laughed and sat up to pet her. He glanced at Dave, and wondered what Kyle was doing as he continued to turn the cat into his best friend.
What: Jeremiah takes Kyle on a ride on his motorcycle, only Kyle gets a little too excited.
Notes: Slightly nsfw?
Kyle stood nervously outside his house; positioning himself just in front of the door so that it didn't look too pitiful if he was stood up (although he doubted that would happen). It was easy to say that Kyle had developed a little crush on the elder. After exchanging numbers with him, he'd felt a surge of excitement bubble through him, the thought of actually meeting the 'Speed Stud' bubbling inside him. Biting his lip, Kyle adjusted his band t-shirt and slim fitting skinny jeans. Of course, he'd worn the ones that work the best for his back side, not that he would admit it to anyone. Although he was literally bouncing inside his mind...he knew that he was getting too far ahead of himself. Jeremiah was straight, and no matter how many tight pairs of jeans he wore in front of him, it was never going to change.
Jeremiah sped down the road, spare helmet strapped to the 'seat' on the back of the bike. The passenger seat really wasn't all that comfortable, but to look awesome, you had to sacrifice comfort. He wore his leather jacket, though it felt like it was a million degrees outside. Luckily the wind cooled him off enough that he wasn't sweating. Having exchanged numbers with Kyle, he'd gotten the address - right on the straight part of road where he always did wheelies - and pulled up to the house. He kicked the kickstand down and flung his leg over the back of the bike, then adjusting his jeans before pulling his helmet off and shaking his curls away from his head. He glanced up and spotted Kyle near the door. He smiled and waved a little and set the helmet on the bike before heading up the path. "Hey!" he called out, smiling again.
Kyle stared in awe, his heart fluttering in his chest as his anxious self was put at ease; complete relief washing over him. Letting a smile spread across his face, Kyle took a tentative step forward towards the blond. "Hey" He replied, almost shyly. Even though he already known what Jeremiah looked at through photos, he couldn't help but feel surprised at the man's dazzling good looks. His thick curly hair, slender body, relaxed smile and beautiful glittering eyes made his stomach do flip-flops. It was safe to say, Jeremiah was stunning. Clearing his throat, Kyle made his way to the other, a smile on his face as he fiddled with his hands. "Thank you for doing this today...with me..." He spoke quietly.
Jeremiah couldn't help but find Kyle attractive. The skinny jeans and his dark hair and bright blue eyes were probably the most breathtaking things he'd ever seen. I fact, he almost forgot to breathe as he struggled to figure out if he should shake Kyle's hand or what. Whatever he did, he needed to keep his own secret, especially from anyone that he hardly knew. He was straight. Totally straight. "Yeah! Sure. I mean, I was gonna be out anyway. This is basically a pit stop," he said, laughing a little and keeping up his facade. "So, are you ready?" he asked, purposely not letting his eyes wander down to the other's (really nice) broad shoulders.
Kyle decided not to push his boundaries with a handshake and especially not a hug. Although, as he came to think of it, he would literally be pressed against Jeremiah's back in a moment. "Oh, yeah. I can't wait!" He spoke breathlessly, becoming more and more giddy with anticipated contact. Smiling sweetly, he stepped around the other - admiring his frame as he did - and picked up the spare helmet before carefully slipping it over his head. Striking a pose, placing his hands on his hips, he spoke cheerfully. "How do I look?
Jeremiah smiled at Kyle's enthusiasm, and glanced down at his ass as he passed him. /No, Jere, stop that./ "Oh, you look really good. Amazing, really," he commented, very truthfully, in fact; it was a perfect opportunity to pretend that it was okay to say those things. "Oh, you're going to want this," he said, shrugging out of his well-worn leather jacket and handing it over to Kyle. Underneath, he wore a simple tshirt, green with a really faded logo on the front. So faded, he didn't even know what it said. He picked up his own helmet and held onto it for a second. "Have you ever ridden before?" he asked, the question suddenly dawning on him.
Kyle giggled at the compliment, taking it to heart, which he really shouldn't have. He continued to blush and become shy as well as repeating the chant in his head - Jeremiah is straight. Hesitantly, Kyle grabbed the jacket from the blond, trying his very best not to rake his eyes over the elder's slim torso. Obviously, he failed. Finally averting his eyes, Kyle slipped on the jacket, instantly catching the scent of Jeremiah with the natural leather smell. It was a little small for him, so he instead decided not to fasten it up, but at least his arms would be protected. Caught off guard by the question, Kyle stuttered with a blush, his mind immediately going to the second meaning. "I-I...um...no...I haven't" He answered truthfully, in both aspects.
Jeremiah didn't catch Kyle's eyes on him; he was too busy fiddling with the strap on his helmet. When he did look up, he spotted the blush on the other's face. Not really sure what the blush was from, he glanced around as Kyle stuttered. "Well, let me give you a little lesson," he said, very tentatively. He got on the bike, kicking back the stand and placing his feet flat on the ground. He turned slightly. "Put your left foot on that leg, and swing your leg back and over. It might get a bit uncomfortable, and if it does, tell me. Go ahead and get on," he said, holding the bike still.
Kyle nodded, taking in the information the best he could. Walking up to the bike, he placed the palm of his left hand onto Jeremiah's shoulder, keeping himself balance in a way that wouldn't be making too much contact. Although, as soon as he swung his leg over, he suddenly realised how snug they would actually be. His chest pressed against Jeremiah's back, his legs straddling the bike at either side of the other. Flailing a little, Kyle struggled to find a comfortable place to hang on with his hands. He'd seen people holding onto the drivers...but would Jeremiah mind that? "I-Is this okay?" He asked tentatively, resting his hands awkwardly on the other's shoulders.
Jeremiah smirked to himself as Kyle awkwardly got on the back of the bike. It dawned on him that he was sitting between the other's legs right at that moment. He stopped himself before letting the thought get too far, and cleared his throat, glancing backwards. "You're gonna wanna hold on a little tighter than that," he said, his heart starting to beat faster as he reached up and grabbed Kyle's hands, and with only a little hesitation, putting them against his own waist. He'd never had a guy ride with him, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that. He took his friends for rides everywhere. That was his story. "Like this.... A-and when I lean, you need to lean with me. Even if it's scary, you have to lean with me, okay?" His brain was starting to concentrate way too much on how he was so close to the other.
Kyle swallowed thickly, letting his hands be moved to Jeremiah's waist, where he continued to wrap around his body tightly. Nerves were beginning the kick in. His hands shook slightly and his breathing became heavier and staggered. Though, he didn't know exactly whether he was more nervous about riding a bike, or riding a bike with Jeremiah. "O-okay." He confirmed, shuffling forward a little to get a better grip. Suddenly, the thought of his crotch being in direct contact with the bottom of the elder's back washed over him. It was too late to shuffle back, but the smell and feel of Jere were affecting him. Biting his lip, he ignored it. "I'm ready."
Jeremiah nodded and slipped his helmet over his curls, buckling it under his chin and lifting the face cover. He turned his head a little. With the helmet, he couldn't see Kyle behind him, though he could definitely feel him. Senses heightened, he turned his head front again and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He started the bike and revved the engine a couple of times, walking it forward slightly before they started moving, slowly, down the street.
Kyle gripped at Jeremiah's shirt, almost glad that he couldn't see his blushing face anymore. He was positive that the elder would be able to feel his chest rising and falling dramatically against his back, and if he could feel that, then there was a certain chance that he would also feel his...area. Breathing audibly, Kyle tried to distract himself by looking at things around him, rather that what he currently had between his legs.
Jeremiah swallowed hard, picking up speed as he went. It was a method of distraction to do so, though he found himself getting more and more comfortable with the way Kyle felt up against him. He wasn't supposed to let things like this happen to him. He hadn't been this close to another guy in over six months, and things were going good at home. Without noticing, he shifted gears again and sped up- what he did when he was thinking. While his body was aware that Kyle was pressed against him, his mind started to run on a tangent as he leaned into the first turn.
Kyle clung onto Jeremiah desperately, the sound of the bike crowding his ears and the speed picking up - along with his heart rate. The first turn came up so much quicker than he'd expected; in fact, it had taken him completely off guard. Yelping slightly, he pressed into Jeremiah as close he could, gripping extremely tightly and burying his face out of sight. He had to disregard to fact that although he was scared, he was finding himself become more and more excited by being this close to Jeremiah. Stop it. He's straight. Stop. He leaned into the corner, undoubtedly pushing his semi-hard self further into him with a hitch of his breath.
Jeremiah had almost completely forgotten that Kyle was attached to him until that turn. The other squeezed closer and Jeremiah felt him. He felt /him/ against his back. He sucked in a massive breath of air and tried to keep his breathing under control. With Kyle's arms wrapped around him like that, he'd be able to feel the fact that he was practically gasping. Slowing down slightly, he took the next curve a little slower, trying to scare the pants off of the other, even if the thought of that was entertaining his mind at the moment. No Jeremiah- be straight. He subconsciously pushed back into Kyle, just slightly, some part of him (most of him, actually) wanting to feel more.
Kyle felt the heat flushing in both his face and the general downwards direction. The more pressure he got, the more he wanted. It was driving him crazy. At that moment, they took the corner slowly; it made Kyle feel like he was hanging on the edge of the world. That in mind, he gasped and pulled the other into himself with fear at the same time as Jeremiah pushed back. His back arched as he let out a long groan - hoping that the sound of the bike blocked it out.
Jeremiah suddenly had the image of what had happened a few times between himself and another OSU student (one he'd actually dated for a while). With Kyle pressed against his back and his heightened senses, he heard a noise from the other. His mouth fell open and he downshifted by accident, almost swerving, but avoiding it with experience. His brain took off with possible scenarios, and he decided that it was getting to be too much. Next intersection, he pulled a u-turn and headed back down Fenway, his heart slamming in his chest.
Kyle shuddered, trying desperately to calm down. Now was definitely not the time and place for it, and especially with this person. No matter how much he wanted to stay close to Jeremiah and let him feel everything...he was still straight. It was completely obvious that the other had felt, if not heard him, and that scared him even more than the bike. Suddenly throwing himself back into reality, Kyle noticed the rows of familiar houses - they'd turned around and were heading back. Part of him was insanely relieved that he could scamper off without the shame, the other half regretfully saddened that he couldn't press closer.
Jeremiah swallowed dryly, numerous times. Could Kyle tell that he knew what was going on? Could he tell that he liked it? He hoped not. If anyone found out he was gay, then they'd probably tell his parents and then his life would be a living hell, he was sure. Maybe he should get a girlfriend just to be safe. So many thoughts ran through his mind at once, that he started to get a headache. Kyle's house came into view and he pulled over, bringing the bike to a stop and putting his feet down on the ground. He sat there without moving for a moment, hesitating through shallow breaths.
Kyle still shook, even as they pulled to a halt. Not only was his heart pounding, but his mind rampaged with thoughts. Slowly, he leaned back a little, taking his hands away from around Jeremiah's waist and pulling his hips away as much as he could. Taking long calming breaths, Kyle focused on unfastening his helmet, staying on the bike for as long as possible so that he didn't have to show case his erection as he got off. He held the helmet over his crotch, trying to distract away from it, even through his red face was completely exposed. "I...I um...that was good...it was awesome..." He stuttered out, pretending like nothing had happened.
Jeremiah was secretly sad that Kyle was no longer pressed against him. It had been the only action he'd seen in forever, and plus Kyle was hot. But now wasn't the time. He pulled off his helmet and shook out his curls again, his eyes darting to where the other strategically held the spare helmet. He knew what Kyle was hiding and he tried to pretend that he didn't. Smiling lightly, nodded. "Yeah, thanks for coming out with me," he said, his eyes locking onto Kyle's.
Kyle bit his lip, still not entirely calm enough to get up, but he knew he had to. Becoming nervous, Kyle switched his gaze to the side, averting his eyes away from Jeremiah's as he nodded slightly. "I really enjoyed it..." He whispered before clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the fact that he was as red as a beet. Finally, Kyle summoned the courage to swing his leg over the bike, the helmet still placed there as he faced the other.
Jeremiah held the bike steady as the other got off of it. He hung his helmet on the handlebar and stood the bike up on the kickstand before dismounting as well. "Maybe... we could go again sometime... you know, if you want," he suggested. He reached out for the helmet from Kyle. "I uh. I need that," he said, planning to strap it down so he could go home.
Kyle was half-way through nodding to another trip on the bike until his expression turned to sudden fear. Of course he wasn't as 'excited' as he had been on the bike, but it was still pretty obviously. Reluctantly, Kyle let go of the helmet, swallowing thickly as he cross his left leg over the right and tried to cleverly disguise himself (to no avail). He became nervous and frantic, quickly picking up Jeremiah's hand to shake it with with a weirdly concerned face. "Yes, so. This has been great. I'll see you another time. Just call me...or not. That's your choice. I won't force you. I'll see you around. Yep. Okay."
Jeremiah took the helmet from the other and put it back in place, then looking back to Kyle, so was obviously flustered. As his eyes went from the bike to the other's face, he caught him crossing his legs and definitely didn't miss taking note of what he was trying to hide. He sucked in air and swallowed, forcing his eyes to find Kyle's as he blushed a clashing shade to the bike next to him. "Oh, yeah. Totally. I'll definitely call you. You know. Sometime. Sure. I'm uh. I'm gonna get going. I think my mom has dinner on early tonight, so, ya know. Gotta help and all that. So, I'll see you around," he hurriedly replied, shaking Kyle's hand awkwardly as he thought about what was in his pants. He bit his lip and pulled his hand away, waving a little and getting back on the motorcycle as he started it back up. Throwing his helmet on, he completely forgot about his jacket and pulled away, thinking he needed a cold shower the second he got home.
Jeremiah hiked across the field, french fry cart in sight. His friends, Tristan, Kory, and Steve, were finding a place to hang out while he got food for the group of them. His friends and former roommates had asked about his boyfriend (though Steve wasn't too fond of the idea that Jere was gay), and Jere had simply said they'd broken up. They'd left it at that, though it was easy to see that they wanted to know more. Eager to get away from the unsaid questions, he'd volunteered to treat everyone to fries. He pushed through a crowd of kids playing hacky sack, where he, out of habit, kicked the little bean-bag and then continued on his way. A couple of cheers sounded behind him, and, smile on his face, he got in line for food.
Kyle practically skipped through the field, a grin on his face as he admired young children delving into games and sugar-coated food. He'd told Max and Austin that he'd gone to get fries since he'd been forced to skip breakfast in order to make lunch for the guys, and since they were already tucking into his home-made meals, he'd decided to treat himself to something simple. Opposite him was a group of cheering kids - some teenagers - playing something that looked to be Hacky Sack. They were all laughing and and applauding one man that had obviously joined in briefly before joining the queue to the french fry cart. At that moment, he realised. That man, with the thick curly hair and adorable smile, was Jeremiah. Feeling his heart skip a beat, he exhaled and slowed a little to seem more relaxed compared to his fluttering thoughts. As non-nonchalantly as possible, he nudged into his shoulder and stepped behind him with an apology. Shyly, he looked up through his hair. "S-sorry...I didn't see you..."
Jeremiah had felt good about the kids cheering him on. It had been forever- at least a year- since he'd played, and he was kind of proud of himself for being able to cut through the circle and play off of someone else's serve like he had. A smile slid across his face as he stared at the menu, too far away to actually read what was on it. He was knocked slightly off balance as someone bumped into him, and when he heard the apology from behind him, he froze in place. That was Kyle. He didn't have to look back to know how the other was looking up at him either. Forgetting to breathe, he turned around a little. "Ky....Kyle... hi..."
Kyle swallowed and fiddled with his fingers childishly, feeling the shyness take over him. Jeremiah looked stunning, as he usually would. The sunlight caught in his hair just at the right angle, also causing his dazzling blue eyes to glisten happily. A warmth shot through Kyle, simply by seeing him. With a petite smile, Kyle stuttered, almost thrown by Jeremiah's endless beauty. "H-hi Jere...long time no see..." he practically whispered through it, his nervousness evident as his brain repeated over and over the fact that Kyle still hadn't grabbed the safety rope and stopped himself from falling for the elder. In fact, it was if seeing the elder had given him more weight to fall faster and harder with. "Um...how are you?"
Jeremiah could feel his heart start to slam in his chest. Every emotion he'd been holding back over the last month or so wanted to come out all at once. Anger, sadness, jealousy, regret, hope... They were all taking turns running through his eyes, but hopefully not across his face. Kyle looked and sounded so innocent, so delicate, like a perfect white porcelain doll with perfect dark hair and big, emotional, blue eyes staring up at him. Jeremiah all but melted into a puddle right there in the line for french fries. He cleared his throat, which had for whatever reason, started going tight. "I um... I'm okay. How are you?" he asked, glancing around. "Where's uh... your um... boyfriend..." he asked cautiously.
Kyle couldn't help but smile a little in admiration for the other; so perfect with every detail and layer. He blinked a couple of times, being knocked back into reality. "I'm okay too..." Kyle tried to sound confident and at least not so fragile, but his attempts were wasted as he looked up to Jeremiah again. He followed his eyesight, trying to look for the same thing before the other spoke. "O-oh...no...heh...I don't...I don't have a boyfriend. I um...how about you?" He asked inquisitively, curious for his own gain.
Jeremiah blushed, very noticeably. He didn't look amazing... He was skinnier than he usually was from a couple weeks of only eating because he needed to, mostly to keep himself alive. His friends had come to visit him and brought enough food to feed an army, which the four of them together were, normally. "I look the same," he said, trying to convince himself that Kyle would not want him after everything that had happened. He looked up, his eyes full of every little detailed feeling he felt for the other. The line moved again, and so did Jeremiah. "So, what have you been up to?" he asked, eager to hear Kyle's voice again.
Kyle felt his heart explode from just a blush for Jeremiah. He hadn't seen it in so long that he'd convinced himself that he never would, let alone be the cause of it. "You do...you really do...you always have..." He rambled a little, getting lost in emotion that he never thought he'd find himself in again, almost like rediscovering a part of himself that he'd long since forgotten, and it felt good. Stepping forward again, he cleared his throat to try and speak louder over the cheering kids and bustling families. "Baking, playing the flute, singing and hey, I visited the zoo again. Did you know that male lions with darker manes are more likely to attract females?" He spoke expressively, using gestures and faces to show his happiness on the subjects. "What about you?" He asked after his almost endless babbling on lion facts.
Jeremiah knew his ears were even going red from Kyle insisting on him being amazing. He listened intently to what the other had to say, not caring so much about the words as much as hearing the smooth sound of his voice. The tone of excitement in it made Jeremiah smile in response, picking up a brighter, more confident tone himself. "Hiking. Lots of hiking. And camping. I saw Tristan, Kory and Steve too," he said, avoiding saying that he was with them today. "And working. Inventory was last week, so I had to deal with all of that." He rambled about work and a few things he'd seen while hiking, the whole while, never taking his eyes off of Kyle's. The line moved up again, and he moved with it, noticing then that he was next. A pang of sadness swept through him. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to Kyle yet. "So. After this, do you, uh. Have any plans?" he asked, feeling stupid immediately. What was he going to do, blow off his friends?
Kyle grinned, absolutely loving Jeremiah's enthusiasm and sudden confidence. Things were starting to relax and fall into place, in fact, Kyle could feel the chemistry bubbling between them. Nodding, Kyle hummed to show that he was listening with a content expression and tone. He kept his eyes locked with Jeremiah's, hoping that by keeping eye contact that he'd never have to let the other go. A moment later, he noticed the queue that was no longer there, meaning that Jeremiah would probably take his order and leave to go off with his own friends and this would be it. An almost surprised look spread across his face, followed by a cute and shy smile. "I...no I haven't..." He replied, hoping that it was leading to what he hoped was an invitation to spend more time with Jeremiah.
Jeremiah considered for a minute that chances were, Kyle had friends here. Austin and probably someone else who he didn't really want to have to see today. Let alone his own friends, who were waiting for him to bring them their food back. Unfortunately, he didn't think that was happening. "Neither do I," he said, as he was called to the counter and placed an order for just a small fry and a coke. "Maybe you'd um... want do something with me?" he asked, looking up from his wallet to see if Kyle's face said yes or no. He traded cash for food and stepped to the side, hopefully.
Kyle bit his lip, trying to hide his excitement to spend more time with Jeremiah, but completely failing as he nodded quickly with a huge smile. "Yes...yeah I'd love to." He grinned, showing his teeth and bouncing on his toes. He'd wanted to seem cool and collected, but he threw that out of the window and gone with his playful and cheerful instincts. He tore his eyes from Jeremiah and looked up to the woman at the counter, ordering the same as Jeremiah just on coincidence. He gave another smile to the other as he changed his money for food and stepped aside.
Jeremiah couldn't help but smile, though he was nervous as hell now. He hadn't expected Kyle to be here by himself, let alone really be that eager to spend that much time with the guy that had broken up with him. He looked at Kyle, standing there, holding the exact same thing as he was. "Well, did you want to go sit somewhere, or walk around, or...?" he cut himself off. The lake had plenty of seating, even if it was the 4th of July and there were tons of people there. "Maybe near the water?"
Kyle felt himself turn redder as he realised he was going to be spending time with the elder. He thought for a moment about being near the water; it might be the perfect place to be alone with a nice view. "The water sounds great." He giggled cutely and signalling Jeremiah to lead the way. "So...how long are you here for?" He asked curiously, hoping not to sound too desperate.
Jeremiah smiled, though he tried to hold back how excited he actually was. He started walking, waiting for Kyle to walk next to him, as he headed away from where the main part of the festival was happening. "Kinda just in town for the evening. Just for the fireworks. Well, I mean, it's not like I have to be anywhere tomorrow or anything, but I just meant that I didn't have plans and things..." he said, rambling and trying to get across that he had all the time in the world for Kyle. They walked away from people and around a corner of the small rocky beach, Jeremiah knowing where he was headed.
Kyle stumbled a little on the grass, still smiling through his lack of gracefulness. "Oh, I really hope you enjoy the fireworks. I've heard they're supposed to be pretty." He spoke, not realising that it came off that he wasn't going to be spending the fireworks display with Jeremiah. He looked across the scenery for a moment before turning his attention back to the blond, much preferring the sight of him to the beach.
Jeremiah led Kyle over the pebbles to a tiny little boat launch dock. No one was anywhere near it, and somehow, he figured it was because the fireworks would mostly be blocked from view and really, that's what tonight was about. "I hope you enjoy them too," he said, glancing over and half-wondering if Kyle had plans to leave before they started. Fireworks were loud. Kyle didn't like loud things. He walked out onto the small wooden dock and turned around to smile. "How's this?" he asked, giving the other a hopeful look.
Kyle gave a tight smile, considering risking his fear of loud noises just to spend more time with the other. "I...maybe...will they be loud from here?" He asked delicately, trying hard not to hurt Jeremiah's feelings if he had to leave. He looked around from the dock, taking in the view and smiling warmly. Everything looked beautiful, and he could only imagine it at night with the fireworks, it gave him yet another reason to stay. "This...this is perfect." He spoke fondly, still looking out to the landscape.
Jeremiah looked back to where they'd come from, wondering to himself if the fireworks would be loud or not. "I think they'll be quieter here than over there," he said truthfully, but also not wanting Kyle to have to get up and leave. Jeremiah sat down and looked up at Kyle as an invitation for him to do the same. "I love this place. It's one of the first places that I ever came to think. Right on this doc. I go further now, but this place is still nice. It's sort of perfect for right now," he said, ignoring his phone vibrating in his pocket.
Kyle thought it over one last time before making his decision and sitting down next to Jeremiah, placing his fries and coke on his other side. "I can see the appeal. It's absolutely stunning...if I would have known about this place then I would have come a hell of a lot sooner...though...I prefer this." He gestured to himself and Jeremiah. "It's nicer to share discoveries with people, don't you think?" He replied calmly, relaxing easily into the conversation.
Jeremiah smiled, thinking back to when they'd first met. He'd fallen for Kyle so quickly that there hadn't even been time to look before he just dove. And they'd been through so much together that it was stupid for them not to be talking anymore. "I always could read you like an open book," he said, gazing at Kyle as though he were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen- and he was. He reached for a fry and took a bite of it. "You know, I thought you were going to know who I was because you were a Warbler," he said, smiling and looking down at his lap.
Kyle smirked and lifted an eyebrow knowingly. "Oh really? Would it have anything to do with the...what's it called? The Gap Attack?" He comment, grinning like an idiot before taking a bite of a fry cheekily, looking straight at Jeremiah. "Hey, and don't look at me like that. We /all/ know about that. It went down in Warbler history." He nudged Jeremiah's shoulder playfully, not quite realising what he was doing until it was already done. Things just seemed to flow with the other, as if nothing was hesitated or planned. Everything just...was.
Jeremiah shook his head, still embarrassed over it, even after being outed and anything else embarrassing that could have possibly happened to him. "I still can't believe you guys had a name for it..." he said, letting out a chuckle and looking up at the darkening sky. "Back then I was so nervous about everything. And then you came along. And my world exploded." He smiled then at Kyle, popping another fry in his mouth.
Kyle smiled sweetly. "I didn't do much you know...I was just sort of swaying in the background as you overcame your fears" He spoke modestly, thinking back to how they'd bonded instantly over a couple of days through simple conversations. "But...if it wasn't for you...then I don't know where I would be right now...probably still with Hunter...unaware of what he was like..." He trailed off a little before bringing himself back around to cheerfulness.
Jeremiah laughed. "I never overcame those fears while you swayed in the background. It wasn't until you and I... till Valentine's Day when I finally overcame my fears," he said, picking at the last of his fries. "If it wasn't for you, I'd still be dating Tina. I'd have covered up that whole kissing Blaine thing, and he would have helped me, and it would have been nothing. Kyle, without you, I wouldn't be me," he stated, staring over at the other intently as the air seemed to get darker and darker around them.
Kyle swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling himself being engulfed by emotion and memories of how they actually came to terms with their secret romance. He stared back, an almost thankful expression on his face, simply because Jeremiah still remembered everything. "I was...I would have done anything for you...even if you did want to keep dating Tina and hide yourself...I still would have been there." He spoke honestly before whispering. "I always will..." Through big blue eyes, Kyle locked eyes, knowing that they were seeing each other for everything they were, so much so, he hadn't really noticed it getting darker.
Jeremiah felt his heart squeeze. He knew that Kyle always would have done anything for him, and that he still would. Even without the other telling him so, and he adored him for it. "Kyle... I'm really-" Jere stopped talking as the ambient light from the festival shut off. It was only seconds later that the first firework shot up into the sky, almost like a test. An explosion of bright red in the sky, it went off with a loud boom.
Kyle looked hopefully at Jeremiah, content on what he was about to say, but only becoming disappointed as the lights shut off and caused himself to flinch. Watching the firework's colour in the sky, Kyle smiled a little, completely forgetting that the bang would follow. When it did, Kyle yelped and jumped to the side; knocking over his coke and losing his balance on the edge of the dock. With a splash, Kyle tumbled into the water with another surprised shriek.
Jeremiah gasped in the little light from the firework, reaching for Kyle as he toppled over into the water. "Ohmygod!" he exclaimed. He scrambled to his feet, remembering the time, not so long ago, that he'd fallen and Kyle had saved him. Thought came in flashes, and he knew Kyle couldn't swim. Only a few seconds later, he jumped off of the dock, fully clothed, with a shout. "I got you!" He hit the water and grabbed for Kyle. His feet could touch the bottom, but the water went up to his chest, and it was dark. More fireworks went off in the sky, the show starting with a loud display of every color imaginable. In the flashes of light, he swam the little space to Kyle and slipped an arm around him. "I got you," he said again, his free hand pushing wet hair from his face.
Kyle coughed and sputtered, gasping for air as he came to the surface easily, since he was able to stand up in it. The loud bangs made him nervous and vulnerable, causing him to step in close to Jeremiah and wrap his arms around his neck tightly. Even with the flashes of colour, Kyle kept his eyes on the elder, gobsmacked that the other had jumped in after him. Stuttering, Kyle looked down in embarrassment. Not only had he squealed out in fright from fireworks, but he'd made a complete fool of himself by tumbling into the water clumsily. "I...um..."
Jeremiah closed his eyes as Kyle wrapped his arms around his neck. Luckily, his was already breathing differently from having jumped into the water, because his breath caught in his throat at the sensation of being so close to the other. As though it were muscle memory, he wrapped his other arm around Kyle, pulling him in tightly as he opened his eyes. He swallowed hard and smiled a tiny bit. "You're all wet," he tried to jokingly finish.
Kyle smiled, his heart beating rapidly and his stomach filling with butterflies. He giggled cutely at the joke, ducking his head shyly for a brief moment before lifting it back up to look at Jeremiah with a rosy blush on his cheeks. "Well...I seem to be in a lake..." He replied matter-of-factly, feeling himself warm to the elder's touch and nestle in closer, leaning subconsciously up to the other's face.
Jeremiah smiled in return, and laughed a little bit nervously. "Yes... yes you are. Yes, /we/ are," he said, trying to memorize the way Kyle felt against him. It was his favorite thing, and memories that he'd tried to put out of his mind over the past few weeks came flooding back as fluid as the water they stood in. Subconsciously, he tilted his head downward a tiny bit, his eyes staring into Kyle's as the sky continued to be lit up by the fireworks display.
Kyle found the world becoming quiet, no longer hearing the bangs and crackles from the fireworks, nor did he hear the water dripping from him. The only thing that mattered was Jeremiah; his eyes, his breath and how it caught in his throat, the memories and of course, how he felt at home in his arms. Copying the elder, he leaned up, now an inch away from the other's face. Swallowing thickly, Kyle brought his hand up to sweep a couple of curls out of Jeremiah's face.
Jeremiah felt his heart start to go crazy. Kyle was so close to him; he felt so good in his arms. He knew then, just like he'd known every other time that he'd ever held Kyle, that this was where he wanted to spend forever. Looking into his perfect eyes and seeing his perfect smile seemed like the only option. It /was/ Jeremiah's only option. He closed his eyes as well as the distance between them, pressing his lips to Kyle's with a whimper that clearly said, 'I miss you.'
Kyle breathed in sharply, the kiss being so anticipated that it took him off guard. He instantly flickered his eyes closed, his fingers gripping onto Jeremiah's shirt; clinging to him as if to never let him go. He pressed back gently, stepping further forward into the other, wanting to feel as much as the elder as he was allowed. It had been far too long since he's lost the other, but he was determined to hold onto him; to make him as happy as possible and to love him no matter what. Pulling back slightly, his brushed his lips against Jeremiah's, quivering with emotion.
Jeremiah held Kyle there for as long as he could. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he told himself he should let go, but he refused, brushing feathery kisses to Kyle's lips. He was happy for the darkness and being already in the water because it made the tears on his cheeks much less noticeable. Pulling back from the kiss, he pressed his cheek to Kyle's, wrapping his arms tightly around the other. "I never stopped, you know," he said, not finishing his sentence just yet.
Kyle Kyle sniffled slightly as he buried his face into the crook of Jeremiah's neck, taking in his scent and holding onto him desperately. He let out a sob as the other's words, suddenly being engulfed by emotions, reminding him of how empty he'd been without the elder. "I never wanted to...I never did..." He whispered quietly, gently rocking himself with Jeremiah.
Jeremiah swallowed the sob that he felt creep up his throat, his hands squeezing at the wet fabric of Kyle's shirt. "I was a jerk. A really... really big jerk. I shouldn't have listened to Chase. I should never have let you go. It hurt every single second. I don't wanna be away from you. I want you around. I wanna keep trying..." he rambled, his emotions apparent in his voice as he tried to ignore the hot tears streaming down his face as he spoke, still pressed as close as he could to the other.
Kyle held his breath, pressing his lips into Jeremiah's skin affectionately. "Shhh, it's okay. I promise. I understood why...just...please don't leave me..." He whimpered into his ear, inching back to kiss his cheeks cutely. He brought a hand up to wipe Jeremiah's tears away, his other hand coming up to play with his curls at the nape of his neck, just like he used to when they were together.
Jeremiah shook his head the slightest bit, his throat and chest aching from not letting out the sobs that wanted to escape. "I never fully left," he squeaked out, swallowing and taking a breath before continuing. "I'm never leaving you again." He attempted a smile. "You're stuck with me. So, while you fly through the sky, Shooting Star, you're gonna have a tag-along..."
Kyle bit his lip holding back more tears, until he heard it. His entire heart squeezed and his breath hitched; eyes widening and welling up as a hand slapped over his mouth in realisation. "B-Brad. You're Brad. You...you're my anon..." Kyle concluded, letting the tears overtake him and thrusting himself into Jeremiah's arms; squeezing the blond in his arms and sobbing into his chest. " All of this time...he was you...you were..." He choked with emotion, shutting his eyes and crying into the other.
Jeremiah bit his lip as Kyle flung into him, wrapping his own arms around the other and squeezing tightly. "I just... I don't have an explanation. I just wanted to love you in public again... and I was afraid... that after everything... I wouldn't be able to make you feel that way again..." He had to stop talking then, because the emotion was too much. Hugging Kyle tightly, like he didn't want to let go, he breathed as though it were a relief to finally have that out in the open.
Kyle nuzzled his nose against Jeremiah's, a small smile on his lips. He looked up into the elder's eyes, admiration overflowing and unsung love pouring out in just a look. Brushing his lips against the other's, he ran his hands through Jeremiah's much missed hair, gripping it a little. Smiling a little wider. "You've always been my Sunshine, and you always will be. No matter what." He reassured with a small peck.
Jeremiah smiled the tiniest smile. "Kyle, I wanna know if you'll let me try to make it up to you..." he said, kissing the corner of the other's mouth. "I feel like I owe it to you, and you deserve to be treated like the prince you really are. So, let me? I mean, if you want to." His eyes were almost pleading as he looked over at Kyle, who's face was lit only by the fireworks show behind them in the sky.
Kyle closed his eyes at the kiss to the corner of his mouth, knowing that it was what he's told 'Brad'. Opening his eyes slowly, he bit his lip, not even having to think about considering Jeremiah's offer. "Yes." He rushed out, nodding his head, a blush spreading across his face and he realised how he was coming off. "I...yes...I'd really like that...please."
Jeremiah beamed. He couldn't help it. Anything else he might have been feeling at that moment was washed completely away by the overwhelming feeling of the love that was coming from Kyle. He knew it was still there. If he really thought about it, he'd known all along that it had never gone anywhere. "I will. I'll show you everything that I haven't shown you yet. I'll tell you all the things that you don't know. I want to share everything with you," he said, attempting to make a point. "I don't ever want to let you go."
Kyle grinned, bouncing on the spot in the lake, his eyes locked on Jeremiah. He leaned up, his face an inch away from the elder's. "If you never want to let me go, then you're going to have to catch me first." He whispered before leaping off, splashing away in the midst of light from the fireworks. His hair dripped with water and his t-shirt riding up his back through the dampness. He turned back, giggling playfully as he pranced away.
Jeremiah didn't know what he'd been expecting as Kyle leaned close, but it certainly wasn't what had happened. He stood dumbfounded for about two seconds as he watched the other splash away. Uncontrollable laughter spilled from him, and a smile about as wide as he could manage stretched across his face. "Oh, don't worry, I will!" he called, chasing after Kyle as he waded and splashed through the water.
Kyle laughed happily, his entire face lighting up with joy. He twisted to look at Jeremiah behind him as he continued to splash around in the water, swinging his arms back to throw water up into Jeremiah's face as part of the game. His heart pounded in his chest through excitement and overwhelming feelings toward the other. He'd known that the moment he'd laid eyes on Jeremiah that his feelings would crash over him, and thankfully, they were returned.
Jeremiah chased after Kyle, his shoes and loose jeans holding him back from his full potential. Laughter rang out into the explosion-filled air- explosions not only from fireworks, but from his heart as well. He blocked the splash from Kyle too late, his already wet hair getting soaked again, and sticking to his face. Shaking his head to get the hair from his eyes, he made a flying leap at the other, in attempt to tackle him into the water.
Kyle felt Jeremiah, suddenly pulling him down into the water and knocking him off of his feet. His laughter grew louder into squeals and yelps of surprise. Kyle flung his hands out, grasping onto Jeremiah as he was dragged into the water, where he fell onto his knees so the lake reach up to his shoulders. Playfully, Kyle splashed his hands at Jeremiah again, making sure his curly hair was soaked.
Jeremiah turned his head as the water came toward his face, immediately splashing back with one hand, though his other arm had slipped around Kyle's waist as he came to join him, shoulder deep in the water. His splashes were futile, the other's being first had given him no chance for a win. Instead of fighting back anymore, he ducked his head, his fingers clutching Kyle's shirt beneath the water as laughter spilled from him.
Kyle splashed a couple more times, giggling as the roles reversed and now Jeremiah was the vulnerable one. Smiling fondly of him, Kyle wrapped his arms around Jeremiah, pulling him close in the water and kissing the top of his saturated head. He squeezed him tight, silently telling him just how much he'd missed this. Missed them. Missed every waking moment where he was allowed to be flirty and cute, shy and innocent, sensual and sexy with the elder. He's missed their inside jokes and whispers and secret giggles. He'd missed...Jeremiah. More than anything.
Jeremiah felt the splashing stop and the kiss plant itself on top of his head. He wrapped his arms securely around Kyle's middle and squeezed. This was where he was supposed to be. This was home. He'd missed it, all of it, and now that he was around Kyle, the dull ache that had been with him all the time was gone. A whimper escaped him and he clung to the other, afraid to let go and wake up realizing that this had all been a dream. "Kyle, I love you," he said quickly, just in case this was a dream and he was going to wake up any second.
Kyle felt his heart skip a beat. Everything stopped. Everything silenced. The flashing colours of light didn't affect him, the loud bangs and crackles were muted in the darkness, and his breath was held as if he was processing what he'd just heard. Swallowing thickly, Kyle tightened his grip and nuzzled his face into Jeremiah's hair for a moment, relishing in the moment before bringing a hand back to lift the elder's chin with his forefinger. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the other's as he choked back a whimper. "I love you too, Jere." He whispered vulnerably back , fluttering his eyes closed and pressing his lips to Jeremiah's.
Jeremiah 's breath hitched and he felt the bottom of the lake just fall right out from under him as Kyle's lips pressed to his. He clutched at the other's shirt, feeling like he was floating and they might be separated at any second, though in reality, not a single other person was around to witness the moment. Squeezing as close to Kyle as he could, he brought one hand up and pressed it to the side of the other's face, breaking the kiss to whisper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Kyle made a couple of hushing sounds, sweeping wet curls out of Jeremiah's face and pressing his forehead against the elder's. He held him close so that their torsos were pressed against each other. He took a steadying breath and whispered out song lyrics, barely making the tune, but just loud enough to hear. "Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme, out of the doubt that fills my mind. I somehow find, you and I collide..." He sniffled a little and pecked tiny kisses over Jeremiah's cheek, jawline, one on his nose and then a few more on his lips and the corner of his mouth.
Jeremiah could feel the knot form in his throat as he tried to squeak out words to the song that meant to much to them, the song he'd sung to Kyle the day he'd asked him to be his boyfriend officially. He'd loved the other long before that, but it had been an important step for him. Kyle was the only person he ever had sung for. He whimpered as Kyle kissed him all over, willing for tears not to fall again and brushing his own tiny kisses over the other's face. He gave up after a few and traced his nose across Kyle's cheek, planting a slow, special kiss right next to his mouth. "I want... I want to try again, if you'll let me..." he muttered, his voice weak and his soul laying open for anyone to see.
Kyle continued to give little kisses, each one a tingle of raw emotion and love. He stopped as Jeremiah took over, his own skin feeling every sensation, every spark and connection they had between them. Closing his eyes at the words, Kyle inhaled a breath, wanting to cling onto this moment forever, just like he'd wanted to on Valentine's Day. Steadily, he nodded a little, but decided to speak just in case he wasn't clear. "Y-yes. I want to. Please" He replied quietly, becoming shy.
Jeremiah waited, the time passing so slowly that it might have actually stopped as he tried to breathe and listen for Kyle's answer. His eyes were closed, expecting a no, but he got the opposite. A noise slipped from him, almost like a sob being suppressed. He pressed his cheek to the other's and kept his hand against the other side of Kyle's face, his free hand tracing down his arm and searching for his hand. Finding it, he laced his fingers with the other's, squeezing and bringing their hands up to kiss the back of Kyle's.
Kyle gave a small smile, finally letting every wave of love crash over him. "You...You are everything to me." He spoke slightly louder, his smile growing a little as he realised that this was their new beginning. This was their chance to get it right and be together for as long as they were alive. Because they'd both known it. They were each other's soul mates. It was obvious, from the very moment they'd started speaking.
Jeremiah sucked in a stuttered breath. Kyle's words were true the opposite way as well. He was everything. "Everything... You.. you're the sunrise in my morning, and the stars in my night sky. You're the air I breathe and everything that keeps me alive. You saved me, and you're my Messiah, and I never want to ever let you go again, and I swear I never will. Kyle... I will never stop loving you, and I will never leave you. You are literally... everything..." he said, having pulled back with serious eyes to look at the other. "I love you more than anything."
Kyle couldn't contain it. Tears stung his eyes as he looked directly at Jeremiah. This meant so much to him, more than anything. This was all he wanted. Instantly, he surged forward into a kiss, his lips pressing firmly against the elder's. He hadn't said it back, he didn't have to. Everything he wanted to pour out was in that kiss. Every thought, feeling and words of affection. His arms wrapped around Jeremiah's neck as he held him close, never wanting to let go. This was it. This was Kyle's one and only. Jeremiah was the one.
Jeremiah slipped his hands down to Kyle's waist, and then rushed them up his back, pulling him in as their lips met. He could feel every emotion coming from the other, every feeling and every little detail, and he knew that Kyle loved him. He knew that there was nothing more in the world for him if there wasn't Kyle. He'd found the last piece of his puzzle, and after many times of trying desperately, and blindly, to fit it into it's spot, he'd finally gotten it. Replying through their kiss, he make sure Kyle could feel just how much he cared for him, and how he promised to make up for all the hurt he'd caused. He was never going anywhere.
