The Way You Hold Me

Author's Note: All characters are fictional and are 18 or older.

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As the car pulled into Debbie Taylor's driveway, all was silent. Tyler had gathered his few belongings and the small carry-on luggage that held his clothes.

"Get Out Now." David Walker spat out.

Tyler smiled, happy for once.

Mrs. Taylor greeted him at the door, glaring at the parents. She showed him the small house, offering anything that would make feel better.

By the time he reached the guest bedroom, he had already know more about the history of this house then any other.

"James didn't suffer any serious injuries. Only a small blow to the head. He will be returning tomorrow, in the morning." She said, smiling at him.

As she walked downstairs, Tyler looked into the next room. He knew it was Jamie's immediately.

He felt at peace in this room. He looked at himself in the mirror. His sandy blond was matted from sweat and his face was somewhat dirty. He removed his shirt, looking into the mirror, yawning.

He collapsed on the bed, inhaling Jamie's sweet scent deeply, falling asleep.

The next day, Jamie had left the hospital, and was gazing at Tyler. He watched him until he couldn't resist laying next to him. He removed his shirt and pants, left with only his boxers.

He laid on his chest, feeling safe with him. He fell asleep, wondering if Tyler truly loved him also.

Tyler woke, seeing Jamie sleeping on his chest, mumbling something in his sleep. Tyler held him close, wanting to make love to him right there, but he knew he couldn't. He felt Jamie stir, waking up dazed.

"Ty..?" He said groggily.

He nodded and kissed his forehead softly.

Jamie sat up, and kissed Tyler at full speed, knocking them both back into the bed. Jamie bent down, fumbling with Tyler's pants, but Tyler shook his head.

"Ty, I want to do this."

"Jamie, I want to see you moan, not me."

Jamie understood. Tyler smiled, pulling down the briefs that covered his meaty flesh.

Jamie moaned as he teased him, licking the tip and fondling his balls. Jamie tried to tell him he wanted more, but he couldn't get the words out of his throat. But, as if he could read minds, Tyler took his erection into his mouth.

Jamie's head thrashed from side to side on the pillows as Tyler increased the wet suction. Jamie was too large for Tyler to take all of him, but it didn't matter. The moist heat, combined with the way Tyler's hands cupped his hips and rear, brought him to the brink in seconds. He issued a garbled warning, but Tyler refused to back off. He could feel the rising contractions racing through his stomach, flowing into Tyler's mouth. He half-expected Tyler to back away in disgust, but he didn't. He took all Jamie had to offer, until Jamie sagged against the mattress in a limp heap.

Tyler reached over and kissed the tip of Jamie's nose, making him shudder.

A sudden knock on the door startled them both.

"Boys, You better get down here, fast. The police are here." Grandma Taylor said.