FEVER

Tyler sat at a table by himself. He'd finished eating what seemed like hours ago but he still sat here. He didn't want to go home. Home was quiet. Home he would undoubtedly be alone. At least here there was the slightest hope of distraction. Distraction was what he needed so desperately now. He slid a cursory glance around one more time. His glance froze on Jeremy and Bonnie at the pool tables. She was twining a finger in her hair as she held the cue carelessly. Jeremy took a shot and stood, obviously saying something clever because Bonnie giggled. Tyler was surprised as the spark of jealousy ignited. He hadn't felt that way since he last saw Jeremy hanging around with Vicki. But that's why he'd gone after her in the first place. For some reason he felt the need to mark Vicki as his territory and he wasn't sure why. They'd had some good times together…when they were drunk and didn't talk that is. Thinking about it now he wasn't sure he even liked her in the first place. He glanced back to Jeremy as he tried to make it go right in his head.

He'd known Bonnie practically his whole life. And though she was certainly beautiful Tyler had never really felt anything for her other than friend of a friend friendship. It wasn't Bonnie. If it wasn't Bonnie, and it hadn't been Vicki either…then what the hell was it? He didn't want to think about it anymore. Clearly he was venturing into dangerous territory. He stood, throwing money on the table before bolting for the doors. Tyler would do exactly what he always did when he was faced with something he really did not want to deal with it. He'd drink until the problem blurred and faded away. It was one of the many ways he could understand Jeremy. Damn it. He did not want to think about Jeremy. An uncomfortable burn started in his chest as he walked across the parking lot. The keys in his palm cut into his skin as he clutched them for dear life. Yanking open his car door he fell more than climbed in. He let his head fall against the steering wheel for a minute. This could not be happening. He was not getting all…flustered? No. He was not getting all bent out of shape because of Jeremy fucking Gilbert. He wouldn't let himself.

He turned the key in the ignition almost frantically, his heart skipping a beat when the engine didn't turn over. Damn vintage car! Why had he thought it was such a great idea in the first place? His thoughts went up in flames as he raged. Of all the god damn nights in the year, of all the places, of all the feelings to have. Now, here, like this. He got back out of the car, kicking the nearest tire in frustration. A scream built in his throat as the tire popped and let all the air out. The only thing that stopped him from losing his shit right there was Bonnie's exit from the grill. She was alone, searching her purse for something. Tyler watched her with thinly veiled interest. Nothing. Not even a mild hitch in his breath. Fuck. He wished it was. He wished it was her. He wished it had been Vicki too. Because that would be easier than this. Anything would be easier than this. He wasn't jealous of Jeremy. He was jealous of Bonnie. He didn't hate Jeremy, he wanted him. The heat enveloped him then, burning away everything else until it was simply him and the flames licking at his skin. No, no, no. It was wrong. Everything about it was wrong.

This couldn't be happening. No. He just needed to clear his head. He just needed to take a walk. That was it. Clearly. He was Tyler Lockwood. He wasn't gay. He didn't want a guy. He didn't even think about a guy like that. No. Just no. He started stalking towards the street. He had to get over this. Immediately. Not just because of his own personal issues. This was Jeremy he was thinking about. All that they were to each other were punching bags. Punching bags didn't think about having sex with other punching bags. He rubbed a hand over his face roughly. He did not just have that thought. This could not be happening. He would not allow it to happen. He could be in control of this at least. He stopped suddenly on the middle of the sidewalk. God. Why did everything have to go wrong where he was concerned? Turning into an alley he pressed his face against the cool, rough brick. He hoped it would calm him down. It didn't. He flipped around then, pressing his back against the wall. How could something so stable exist when everything inside of him was tearing apart, twisting around, and sewing itself back together all wrong?

His thoughts were torn into shreds when someone passed by him. He couldn't stop his lips even as he tried fiercely.
"Gilbert?" Jeremy stopped in the dim light before turning back.
"Tyler? What's up man?" Oh God, you don't want to know. He couldn't stop looking at Jeremy's face. This was wrong. He mentally berated himself again. It didn't seem to be doing any good. Tyler had never been good at listening to what he told himself he should do. Just like he'd never been good at denying himself something he wanted.
"Nothing much. You?" Jeremy shrugged, coming closer. Too close.
"I was just headed home. But actually I'm glad I ran into you. I've been meaning to ask you how you were…with….everything I mean. So uh-how are you?" Tyler just shrugged. His gaze fell on Jeremy's lips unintentionally.
"Kinda think I'm going crazy," he murmured, eyes shooting back to Jeremy's for a second.
"Hey, I'm sorry Ty." Jeremy stepped even closer, laying a hand on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler's mind flat lined before exploding. Ty. He'd called him Ty. And he was touching him. Dear God but Jeremy was touching him. It was too much even as it wasn't enough. Screw it. Screw it all. Everything that Tyler was supposed to be, how he was supposed to act around Jeremy, the things he was supposed to tell himself. He was sick of it. Tyler was so damn sick of trying to be good. All he wanted to do was be bad again. All he wanted was to not care anymore. More than that, he wanted to not think anymore. Tyler didn't want to have to wonder what Jeremy's lips felt like as he lie in bed tonight. He wanted to know. He shoved off the wall, colliding with Jeremy's body hard and sending them both in to the opposite wall. Jeremy let out a quick gasp of shock before Tyler pressed his lips against Jeremy's mouth. He brought his hands up to Jeremy's hair, pressing into him as he did.

Jeremy was still for a second before he responded. His hands fell on Tyler's hips noncommittally, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer. In the next second, he was kissing him back. Tyler let out a groan against Jeremy's lips. It was good. His lips were hot and rough and every single thing that they should be. Tyler didn't know how but their lips moved together as if they'd done it before. He nipped Jeremy's bottom lip with his teeth before pulling back, gasping for air.
"Ty-" was all Jeremy got out before Tyler leaned into his neck, sucking a patch of skin. He let out a small strangled sound and fisted his hands in Tyler's shirt. His head fell back, giving Tyler more access. Tyler couldn't care if it was intentional or not. After a few moments, when his body was deliciously ablaze, Tyler let his jaw fall onto Jeremy's neck. He breathed in and out deeply; hoping increased oxygen flow would make his brain work again. "What was that?" Jeremy questioned quietly. Tyler let out a breath of shame.
"I don't know. I don't know." He pulled away and Jeremy let him. Turning suddenly on one heel he left the alley. He had to get away, he'd crawl if necessary. Much to his further mortification, Jeremy followed him. Jeremy fell into step beside him.
"I didn't say I didn't like it," he finally said.

So….this is my own personal experiment. It's a series of one shots, very review dependent and I'll tell you why. I've become sort of obsessed with prompt writing. So if you will help me out and leave either a song (title and artist to avoid confusion) or a word (noun or verb please) I'll see what I can do with it.

Oh and just if you were wondering, this was written for Fever by Adam Lambert. So leave a review and write this story with me!