Ridden

The heat of the bonfire felt good on his face, albeit not as good as the beer in his throat. The beer felt good, good enough to let him temporarily forget the shit in his life. But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted to screw, desperately.

But Tyler was sick of pussy for the rest of the month, he needed some cock. He had worked enough in his eyes, so he needed some guy on guy action. In his book, guys in bed were usually not the same as girls. With guys he could actually relax and let the other one do the work instead of him and still be the one in control. The numbers of girls were he could do that he could count on one hand. Most importantly guys where usually rough and hard, they got to the point and you didn't have to deal with all those tenderness crap. There was just one problem: all his fuck-buddies had graduated and left town. Well, all except McKittrick but Tyler had no interest of hitting the mat with him now.

For the moment the drinking contest with Kev took his mind off from the demands of his groin and keeping his cock down. But it still didn't solve his problem: where to find a new guy for fucking? His former buddies had all been jocks and so they would have never talked, so not to ruin their image. Such an arrangement served Tyler well. But from the current guys on the team none was his type and none showed signs of being available. Therefore there was no incentive for Tyler to risk making a move on any of them. So beer and stronger stuff would have to do for now.

That was until he spotted a familiar figure clad in overall dark colors: dark pants, dark jacket and dark cap. At that moment a thought hid him. He remembered Matt's reaction when he had asked him how Elena was in bed. Matt had a slightly dreamy expression before telling Tyler that it was none of his business. Tyler took that as a hint that Elena was good and he asked himself now whether that 'talent' ran in the family. Elena was out of question anyway due to the unspoken bro-code between him and Matt, but he was damn sure that didn't include Elena's little – or better not so little anymore - brother.

Gilbert was the typical loner, barely any friends, probably horny as hell all the time and known as a stoner and Tyler's punching back. Apart from that the kid was not only far from ugly but on the best way to become hot. It had been the same with his sister before and since he had followed her footsteps on that path, Tyler thought it logical to assume that Gilbert would follow the other one as well. The difference was that in his case nobody seemed to notice his ascendance to hotness, so there was no competition. In other words: jackpot!

"I'll be right back," was everything he said to Kev before heading towards Gilbert.

"Hey man."

Gilbert's open mouthed face was hint enough that he had no idea what was going on as Tyler stood in front of him.

"You got any weed?" Perfect cover story in Tyler's eyes.

"Wha', you're kiddin' me right?" Gilberts "smile" said what his mouth didn't: douche bag.

That didn't go well for Tyler and he slightly swallowed.

Gilbert was definitely angry now and stared Tyler directly into the eyes. "You act like a total dick every time we cross paths," his shortly raised eyebrows could as well have been a slap in the face for Tyler, "and now you wanna' party with me?"

No I want to get into your pants. Saying that out loud was definitely not a good idea.

"Lighten up Gilbert," he shook his head slowly while speaking, "I'm just asking a question."

Gilbert looked to the side and then back at Tyler. "Nah, I don't get you man."

This wasn't going well at all.

Tyler tried a sort of apology. "It's a party. You're a partier. OK? No need to psycho-analyze it."

He immediately knew the mistake he had made by looking at Gilbert's face.

"I don't party anymore and even if I did it wouldn't be with you."

Then go to hell. "No problem," Tyler was slowly walking away backwards with his typical cocky attitude, "carry one… just… standing there… by yourself… all alone… the enemy of fun." He stopped and he could see a slight hint of hurt on Gilbert's face, not that he cared. "Do you even have any friends?" He turned around and walked away towards Kev, the expression on Gilbert's face off no importance to him. His impulsiveness had again got the best of him. How could he have thought that it would work? Damn it, his cock had already started to get hard by the sight of Gilbert's puppy eyes. He grabbed another beer; that would have to do.

He saw Gilbert walking away with some small dark-haired girl. Great, now there is competition.

………………….

Tyler needed a distraction, any sort of distraction. It wasn’t like he hadn’t messed up big-time before, but this time he had messed up really big-time. He had made out with the mother of his best friend, the mother of his now dead ex-girlfriend. Not only had he treated Vicky like shit, now he had done this to her. Not to mention he had beaten the same best friend bloody. Lucky for him he wasn’t talking to anybody right know because his voice was too shaky at the moment not to sound like he was on the verge of tears. If he just knew what was going on with him. Nobody could say that all this was normal and he could still feel his father’s bash on his face.

The next evening after the Founder’s Day party he had sneaked out of the house and headed into town with his car. His parents wouldn’t notice it anyway; they didn’t care enough about him.

Being of age would finally give him the opportunity to get some stronger stuff legally without all this sneaking around. The most ridiculous part of it: it wasn’t even an open secret where to get it in his town and if ever a deputy would happen to be near they were always occupied with something else. Hell, you could count on it that there was at least one bartender at the Grill who would hand it out through the back door for some extra cash any time. And if being a Lockwood had any benefits it was the availability of money. And once again money would open the door for him.

He bought a crate of beer and three bottles of bourbon whiskey. For him alone that should do it for two or three days and the whiskey for later. He stuffed the whiskey bottles into the deeper pockets of his mantle and carried the crate to the backside of his car. When he put it down and rose again to open his trunk he spotted a deputy coming out of the Police Station. Although she saw him, she quickly looked the other direction and acted as though there was something particularly interesting there that required her full attention. Tyler scoffed slightly at such behavior, no matter what a dick he was at least he was earnest and didn’t pretend to stand for one thing and than doing the other.

He shook his head slightly and opened the trunk. He had forgotten to empty the damn thing, again. He rummaged through the stuff and tried to bring some order in it. There were some gym pants, an empty sports bag, three pairs of shoes, a tank-top, a few t-shirts and he found a small transparent bag with what looked like weed and a package of cigarette paper. He took the bag out and examined it. His first assessment was right, it was full of weed. Looks like the evening could be fine after all. He stuffed his ‘ingredients’ into his back-pockets and then started to order and fold the messed up cloths. When he was done, he found there to be enough space in the trunk again for the crate and his bottles. After putting them in, he heard some cursing and looked up. He immediately turned towards the sound of that direction and since he had nothing better to do at the moment he followed it by peering around the corner. Gilbert was at the back door arguing with the same guy Tyler had bought his liquor from earlier. Obviously the guy refused to sell anything and Gilbert was pissed. Tyler guessed that both of them, and him included, knew that Gilbert didn’t get anything because the bartender didn’t want to risk selling too much stuff this way, not because Gilbert was too young. Anyway, after a loud ‘fuck you’ from Gilbert the bartender went back in and slammed the door shut after him.

Gilbert kicked angrily at an imaginary object in front of him before spotting that Tyler was watching. Tyler could see Gilbert’s rolling eyes and noticed that he wore the same cloths he wore a while back at the party when Tyler tried the first steps for hook up. Maybe he should try it with bait this time.

“I’ve bought the last stuff. You want some?”

Tyler couldn’t quite make out what Gilbert might be thinking. After a few minutes of complete silence and Gilbert seemingly looking nowhere – minutes where Tyler was halfway to leaving – he came near and faced him.

“What do you got?” Gilbert was clearly skeptical.

Tyler waved his hand in an inviting arc towards his car and since Gilbert showed no intention of leading the way, Tyler took the initiative instead and Gilbert followed. Tyler opened his trunk and presented his goods.

Gilbert pointed towards the whiskey bottles and made a questioning look. Tyler motioned him to go along. The kid took one bottle from the crate and one whiskey and examined them.

“That all,” he asked without looking up.

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?” Now he was looking up.

“Depends on whether you have a preference.” Tyler took the weed bag out of his pocket and holding it with index and thumb presented it to Gilbert and raised an eyebrow.

“How much?”

“It’s on me, if we take it together. What do you say?”

Gilbert was looking away and he had an expression on his face that looked to Tyler as though his brain was processing heavily. Faster than Tyler had expected Gilbert's head spun back towards him. "Let's go."

Jeremy took another drag and offered it to Tyler, who declined. Probably better anyway, since he was driving.

"You found another dealer Lockwood," he asked with an undeniable jokingly undertone in his voice.

Tyler had to smirk. "Believe it or not I found it in my trunk."

"Well good for me."

“Where to go,” Tyler asked.

“Anywhere without cops and not the woods,” was all Jeremy replied looking out of the window and taking another drag.

“Your place,” Tyler suggested.

“Forget it,” Jeremy snapped.

"Mine?"

Jeremy shrugged, still looking out of the window.

So far so good.

"What would your parents think if they knew you brought me home?" Jeremy smirked as Tyler drove into the driveway of the mansion, heading for the garages further south.

Tyler stopped the car in front of the first garage and stepped out.

“Who cares,” Tyler had his arms wide open and spinning, “I embarrass this family anyway.”

Jeremy could just laugh and got out as well, handing Tyler the joint. Tyler took a deep drag and joined Jeremy.

“By the way Gilbert,” he put an arm around Jeremy and pointed at him, “you are still founding family – prime stock – so they have to be polite to you and can’t say that you are trash.”

“Whom did they call trash?” Jeremy asked when Tyler let go of him.

Tyler waved it away. “No one you know.” He had no intention of bringing up Vicky at this moment and he needed Jeremy to stay focused on him.

He opened the trunk and handed Jeremy the whiskey bottles before lifting the crate on his right shoulder and slamming the trunk close.

Jeremy had guessed that Tyler's room would be big – bigger than his definitely – but not that he would have a king-sized bed, a flat screen nearly as wide as Jeremy was high – with two big speakers -and what seemed to be an own bathroom. He scanned the room with his high mind. It was an interesting and somehow weird mix of old furniture and new high-tech. And it was messy, clothes lying everywhere, an Ipod lying on a chair that looked like an antique and the screen stood on an equally old looking low table and Jeremy could swear that the device below it was a DVD- and Blue-ray player. A big dark brown closet was there, about 10 feet wide; looking similar old, but obviously polished by the looks of it. He had an Xbox and a desk with an open laptop on it, strewn with paper and pencils. He remembered Tyler's sketches on career day and headed for the desk.

"That is out of bonds." Tyler's voice was calm, but with a certain aggressive edge to it.

Jeremy had stopped in his tracks and looking around found Tyler sitting on his bed - shirtless - opening a beer. He hadn't noticed him entering. Tyler patted on the spot left to him and waited.

Jeremy didn't just sit but flopped down on the bed. He was laying there, his eyes moving all the time. Tyler watched him; sure that Jeremy wanted to say something and was just unsure what.

Jeremy finally broke the silence. "Coming from old money really has its benefits doesn't it?"

"You’re right about that." Tyler fell back as well.

Jeremy handed him the joint he still had and Tyler took another drag and blew the smoke into the room.

"Why is your desk out of bonds?"

That wasn't a topic he wanted to touch. "Because I say so," he was annoyed by the question. "But you can touch everything else," he added quickly.

"Good to know," Jeremy muttered.

Tyler looked to him, not sure what to make of that statement. “Why did you ask?”

“About your desk?”

“About being from old money.”

Jeremy shrugged and just stared at the ceiling.

“If my lot is any measure it comes with a package you don’t want.”

“Hard to tell… I guess.” Jeremy scratched his head. “Aren’t you the only rich guys in town?”

“Never thought about it. Aren’t all founders sort of royalty around here?”

“You have to admit the rest of us don’t have so much money lying around as you do.”

Tyler was a bit annoyed by that statement and rolled his head to face Jeremy. "Come on we are not that special, doesn't your family own an additional building and a lake house?"

Jeremy's expression became darker and he snorted. "For all the good it did to us."

Tyler guessed that these seven words meant more than just the death of Jeremy’s parents.

Jeremy took another, even deeper drag. At that moment Tyler was kinda split inside, one side wanted Jeremy to take another drag making it easier for Tyler later. The other side wanted to make him stop, there were better ways to drown once sorrow. He snatched the joint from Jeremy’s mouth, grumbled it in his palm, ignoring the heat, and threw it randomly into the room.

Jeremy got up in an instant. “Hey.” He was clearly angry.

“Come on,” Tyler’s hand motioned Jeremy to calm down and his face had an apologetic look. Tyler got up, reached for the crate and took out two beers and handed one to him. Seeing the bottle Jeremy got up, his mouth braking into a grin and he took the bottle from Tyler.

Jeremy raised his bottle. "Ah well, cheers, I say," he spoke as if they were at a party and were about to toast something – he waited until Tyler raised his bottle as well - "to all the shit in our lives."

They clinked bottles and downed as much as they could in one strike. When Tyler stopped he was surprised to see that Jeremy still wasn't finished. Tyler had to acknowledge that he was impressed by this; the kid was either a natural talent or obviously had done more at partying than getting stoned. When Jeremy finally stopped he emitted a belch that could make a bull envy. Tyler was pretty much awestruck by that and couldn't help but comment on it.

“Where did you learn that?”

Jeremy just shrugged again, smiling at taking another sip. “Practice.”

Tyler took a sip as well. “Gotta admit, hadn’t expected that.”

“Well, I’m sure I can do many things you don’t expect.” He looked at Tyler and waggled his brows while saying that. Then he fell back down and put his attention back to the ceiling.

Tyler – still sitting - examined Jeremy’s face and noticed that he had underestimated him on another level as well. The kid wasn't on the way of getting hot, he was already there and that clearly wasn’t the alcohol – or the weed - speaking out of him. He had never noticed how Jeremy’s nose was slightly pointy and the soft upwards turn it made. He was mesmerized by the little beauty patches he had on his right side, one next to his ear and two smaller ones on his cheekbone. He wanted to kiss along the jaw and seeing this half open mouth Tyler wished that Jeremy would get up right now and kiss him. That thought let Tyler’s dick grow hard and pushing against his jeans. He had to find out whether Jeremy was ready.

“I wish I had some pussy action now,” Jeremy suddenly said, albeit obviously more to himself and Tyler noticed that Jeremy began to massage his groin. The kid seemed to be further gone than he had thought and for the first time it hit Tyler that Jeremy might not be available at all. He growled in his thoughts for being so stupid. He searched through his slightly alcohol ridden mind and couldn't think of a single evidence for Gilbert being interested in guys. He might fit the type, but then again so would he himself, Tyler guessed, or not depending on your view. He thought he had caught Jeremy looking at his chest slightly longer than was normal but he wasn't sure. Tyler had used certain strategies to check out other guys to know whether he could make a move but in Jeremy’s case he simply forgot. Tyler lay there for what felt like hours, looking at the ceiling and trying to figure out what to do if Jeremy suspected anything. At that moment he noticed that he had stopped calling the kid by his last name in his mind. That struck him as sort of weird. At least it wasn’t stupid. Hell, how could he simply have expected that Jeremy would jump in bed with him? Since when was he on that level of stupidity? Had he been so horny for the kid that not even his dick could think straight?

Really, what had he been thinking? That he could grab Jeremy, rip his clothes of and ride him from dusk till dawn? Sure that would have been great and he could feel his cock growing harder by the minute and pushing against his jeans with all his might. The urge was so strong that Tyler decided that there was only one solution. Both boys were obviously out of their minds and since Tyler couldn’t have Jeremy in the real world, there was still the one in his head where he made the rules and defined reality. He closed his eyes and imagined himself licking Jeremy’s hard-on, sucking at his testicles and kissing his stomach. The image made Tyler caressing the abs on his own stomach and he smiled at the warm touch. The vision shifted and was replaced by the image of both boys naked and sweating. Tyler was on top of Jeremy, sliding up and down on his cock, ecstasy written all over his face. His hand reached down to the bulge in his jeans, massaging his own hard on. He couldn’t remember when touching himself had felt so good the last time. The beer and weed must have gotten to his mind more than he thought. It felt so good that he groaned and circled around his nipple with his right hand while trying to unsnap his pants with his left, all the while his hand massaged his bulge.

Wait a minute!