Over two years, huh? They've flown by right? What can I say, everything happened at once and my time to write evaporated into thin air. I don't really know why I'm continuing with this, I'm going to keep going with my original plan for the story. I can't say there'll be regular updates or even when the next one will be. But for anyone who cares, here's the next bit of Tyler and Thomas. Until a hopeful next time.
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Hearing birdsong Tyler awoke rubbing his face groggily, he frowned as he felt a warmth next to him. Opening his eyes Tyler's breath hitched as he watched Thomas sleep, his heart thudded heavily in his chest as last night rushed back. Tyler ran his hand through Thomas's hair pulling softly on the tufts of caramel strands; he knew Thomas would be asleep for a while yet as the alcohol worked its way through his system.
Sunlight streamed through the adjacent window flooding the room with a brilliant white. Tyler noticed a faint scar running down the right hand side of Thomas's bottom lip, the stitch pattern was alabaster standing out against the cherry background. Brushing his thumb over the imperfection Tyler smiled as he was lucidly aware of how lucky he'd been. Thomas could've left but he didn't.
Reminiscing, Tyler thought about how Thomas had stared at him, those gunmetal grey irises permeated through him. He breathed deeply as he wondered how best to tackle the subject once Thomas woke up. Tyler still wasn't entirely sure how Thomas would feel, a lancinating cold gripped Tyler's stomach as he thought of Thomas bolting. Tyler pulled closer to him, invited by the soothing heat emanating from his skin.
Glancing at the clock Tyler realised it was almost midday, he pulled away from Thomas reluctantly and walked towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge Tyler sighed as he was met with empty shelves bar that oddly coloured jar that he suspected was older than himself. He scowled as he tossed an empty milk bottle away cursing Laura's habit of putting empty containers back into the fridge. Breakfast was a whole lot harder to make when you didn't actually have any ingredients to make anything with.
Tyler grabbed his wallet from the kitchen counter and rummaged through the laundry pile finding an acceptable pair of shorts to wear. He decided his cum stained jeans might draw some unintentional attention to himself. Slipping on a pair of flip flops Tyler opened the front door and paused taking a final look at Thomas before he left. He smiled gently as he closed the door behind him making sure to make as little noise as possible.
A cooling breeze whipped past Tyler as he made his way to the shops, he squinted looking up at the uncharacteristically clear sky. Stepping through the sliding doors Tyler picked up a basket and headed towards the bakery section. His mouth watered as the smell of delicate wafts of buttery pastry fill his senses; grabbing a healthy selection of croissants and pecan twists Tyler walked towards the chilled section.
Studying different packets of sausages Tyler frowned as he wondered which one would absorb alcohol the best. Settling on a pack Tyler searched for rashers of bacon aware of the hangover Thomas would be nursing. A good old fashioned full English would soak the alcohol up nicely.
At the freezers Tyler snatched up a pack of hash browns as he mulled how he'd approach Thomas once he woke up. Tyler knew he'd have some convincing to do, he didn't expect Thomas to be nonchalant about the night before. Playing the steps through his head Tyler worked his way through the scenarios that might arise; he'd rebuff any denial attempts but expected Thomas to have quite a few questions after the initial shock. Tyler picked up a pack of eggs and loaf of bread taking care not to squash the delicate items in his basket.
Heading towards the tills Tyler stopped and backtracked to the vegetable aisle. His palms sweated as he inspected various packs of mushrooms, in all honesty Tyler had never done this before. Usually after he'd had his fun Tyler would have a loud shower hoping the guy he'd snagged would leave before he got out. He never had any interest beyond a quick fuck but Tyler knew this was different. Placing a pack of chestnut mushrooms in his basket Tyler walked to the self-service aisle and scanned his items.
Scrolling through the bakery list Tyler thought about how Thomas had urged Dylan to go with Shaun when he had hesitated. Thomas obviously cared about Dylan, he genuinely wanted his friend to be happy and Tyler was painfully aware of how rare that was. It added another dimension to Thomas, it wasn't just his exceedingly handsome looks Tyler was attracted to.
Talking about Dylan, Tyler wondered how his night had been with Shaun. Tyler felt a strong sense of curiosity as he realised that he didn't have a clue of how it might've gone. Inserting his card into the reader Tyler fired off a quick text to Shaun asking to meet up later for a jog as he waited for his payment to process.
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Pain. That was the first thing Thomas felt when he woke up. His mouth was arid and his temples throbbed. He pinched the bridge of his nose rolling it up and down. Opening his eyes, he stared at the minimal chandelier on the ceiling and studied the light that refracted in crystals. Thomas winced as he sat up on the sofa throwing the blanket off onto the seat next to him.
Burying his face in his hands he rubbed his eyes as he felt the weight of his hangover bear down on him heavily. His body ached as he sat back into the sofa taking a moment to regain himself. Thomas frowned as he looked over his apartment, the table was in the wrong place and the TV had moved from the wall to rest on a stand.
Eyes widening Thomas sat forward as he realised he wasn't home. Swinging his head around Thomas surveyed his surroundings as he felt his heart thumping against his chest. He curled his hands into fists and rubbed them forcefully against his forehead. Thomas reached within his mind but saw nothing but haze and fog. Thomas lay down as he felt his head spin, in his state even a little mental exertion demanded sizeable effort.
Gazing at the blanket he had thrown he traced the silver threads before closing his eyes. He felt Tyler slide his hand agonisingly slowly over his dripping cock as he thrust back and forth fucking his hand as violently as he could.
Thomas jerked upwards at the memory tightly clutching the headrest. His breathing accelerated as he remembered fragments of the night before. He remembered Tyler tenderly kissing his neck; he remembered his own moans as Tyler found spots on his body he had never explored before. Thomas shot up as he felt himself tent in his jeans at the thought.
No, no this couldn't be right. This wasn't real. Thomas grasped at all and any possibility as long as it wasn't the reality. Thomas staggered towards the door grimacing as his splitting headache amplified with his movements. He yanked the handle and burst into the hallway. Slamming the door shut Thomas hurried down the stairs towards the building exit.
He didn't look back.
*****
Midway home Tyler cursed as he realised he'd forgotten to get milk. He'd get an earful from Laura later even though
she
was the one who finished it and didn't tell anyone. Tyler's phone buzzed in his hand, he grinned as he read Shaun's reply
Yeah sounds good I'll meet you there then. Also my night is none of your concern ;-)
Holding his fob to the entry system Tyler pushed the building door open and walked up the stairs. His phone buzzed again as he reached for his keys in his back pocket
What I really wanna know, was how was your night with 'Mr Grey eyes'?
Tyler shook his head as he twisted the key in the lock, oh Shaun would be hearing all about that soon enough. Stepping inside Tyler delicately shut the door with a soft whump, he tiptoed to the kitchen placing his bag of groceries on the counter beside the fridge. As he packed items away he flicked on the kettle, sure there was no milk but a black coffee would do in the meantime.
Shutting the fridge Tyler grabbed a mug from the drying rack, he rummaged in the cupboards taking out a jar of instant coffee. As the water boiled Tyler scooped a teaspoon of granules into his cup pouring some sugar on top. Taking care to mix whilst he poured Tyler sighed as the fresh smell of coffee filled the room. He stepped out into the living room when he stopped dead in his tracks.
The sound of cars passing filtered its way through the room as Tyler stared at the empty sofa, Thomas nowhere to be seen. Placing his coffee on the table Tyler called out
"Tom? Thomas?... Thomas?"
Tyler searched the bedrooms and bathroom confirming what he'd already known. He collapsed on the sofa as he felt his stomach lurch and churn.
Thomas had left.
Tyler placed his left hand over his eyes rubbing as he done so. Tyler breathed unevenly, he felt as if his lungs had inverted; the pulsing pain in his chest increased exponentially as the new reality cemented around him.
He had fallen for his own fantasy where Thomas wouldn't mind his world had been shaken to the ground. A bitter laugh escaped Tyler's lips as he evaluated his idiocy with awe, he'd deceived Thomas and expected him to have no problem with it.
As another wave of bitterness ebbed from his core Tyler bit down on his lip focusing on the pain to anchor him. No matter what he told himself, that Thomas leaving was inevitable and that it was never meant to be, it was all insufficient to fill the emptiness he felt. Tyler rolled his eyes, he lamented the magnitude of the loss he felt after just one night.
Blood roared in Tyler's head as he heard the door open
"Thomas!"
Tyler flipped off the sofa uncaring how desperate he had just sounded. Scrambling upwards towards the source of the sound he continued
