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The Sons of Ipswich: Tyler’s Secret

Chapter 5

Tyler jumped up and ran from the table while Pogue was unlocking the door, skidding in his socks into the bathroom. He quickly shut the door and slid down onto the cold tiles, his head thrown back. Yes, he was hiding, and he doubted that Reid would be fooled, but he needed a minute to collect himself before he saw the blonde. He vaguely heard Reid and Pogue speaking rather forcefully, but his own thoughts were drowning out their voices.

Tyler tried to think rationally about the situation; Reid knew he was gay. Reid knew, or should have figured, that Tyler wanted more than a simple hook-up with him. He came after him. So he was either here to a) beat the shit out of him, b) tell him he was a sick, perverted fag, or c) let him down gently. Honestly, Tyler couldn’t decide which option was worse. Would it be worse to completely lose Reid or to continue in a sham of a friendship? There was no way that everything could just go back to the way it was – at least not right away – maybe with time, Tyler wouldn’t love Reid so much. Even as he thought it, he knew that idea was ludicrous.

“Tyler?”

Tyler shut his eyes as Reid tapped surprisingly gently on the door.

“Tyler, bud, you in there?”

There was no point in denying his existence, so Tyler cleared his throat, and said shakily, “Yeah. I’m here.”

“Can I come in?”

Tyler didn’t say anything for a moment, then, knowing he couldn’t avoid the inevitable, reached up and unlocked the bathroom door. He scooted over and leaned against the tub so that Reid could come in, looking up at the sound of the door opening. Reid’s blonde head poked around the door before looking around and spotting him on the floor. Reid looked nervous, and the expression seemed foreign on his face. He slid in the rest of the way then shut the door and assumed Tyler’s earlier position, then wrapped his arms around his bent legs. It looked as though he was trying to protect himself, and Tyler felt angry and guilty at the same time; did Reid think he was going to throw himself at him or something?

“So,” said Reid.

“So,” said Tyler.

“So I think Pogue is mad at us.”

Tyler looked up and met Reid’s eyes. “Why me?”

Reid shrugged, then said, “Well, maybe not you. But I just kind of always paired us together in my head, you know. If he’s mad at me, he’s mad at you.”

Tyler didn’t know what to say to that. Reid was talking as if they were still friends… but how could that be?

“So, um… how much does Pogue know?”

Tyler heard the nervousness this time. He smiled bitterly. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t know that much. You’re safe.”

“Safe?”

Tyler looked into Reid’s eyes again, and he could feel the bitterness rising in his voice. “Yes. He only knows that I’m gay. He doesn’t know that you offered me a hand-job. Don’t worry; I’m the only fag in the group.”

“Don’t call yourself that,” said Reid with sudden force. “You’re not a fag – I mean, you’re gay, but you’re not a fag.”

“What’s the difference?”

“There’s a big difference!” Reid shouted. “I don’t want to hear you talk like that.”

“Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t say?” asked Tyler angrily

Reid stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. “Whatever, man,” he muttered.

Tyler let out a frustrated laugh. “What? You can’t handle me fighting back for once?”

“Maybe not,” Reid answered, looking at his knees.

“God,” Tyler whispered. “We are so fucked up….”

Reid laughed quietly, although the sound was sharp and magnified in the bathroom.

            “So,” said Reid, glancing over at Tyler after a few minutes. “Are you coming home?”

            Tyler looked back at him, one corner of his mouth lifting at the word ‘home’. “You want me to?”

            Reid’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned down. “Of course I do – you think I’m just sitting in Pogue’s shitty bathroom for fun?”

            Tyler shrugged and looked at the bathroom tiles. “But – what about – I mean, the whole….gay thing?” he asked uncertainly, his voice dwindling.

            Reid smirked at him, a sparkle of mischief coming back to his eyes. Tyler’s heart hammered in his chest, and he felt his cheeks burn.

            “I guess you’re right,” said Reid, bringing a hand to his chin and rubbing it, as though deep in thought. It was quite an unusual sight, to say the least. “We’ll have to figure something out.”

            “What do you mean?”

            Reid turned his head and looked at him, his eyes gleaming with something that did wild things to Tyler’s ability to breathe.

            “Well…you want more than a hand-job, right?” Reid asked, his lips pulling back and revealing his teeth. Tyler shivered – Reid’s smile was positively predatory. “And,” Reid continued. “I want my fucking best friend back. It’s pretty simple if you ask me.”

            “H – how is it simple?” Tyler managed to stammer out.

            Reid just smirked at him. “C’mon, baby boy. Let’s go home. This isn’t the place to be talking about it.”

            “Well we have to talk about it, so now’s as good a time as any,” said Tyler, not wanting to leave the safety of Pogue’s bathroom.

            Reid let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, Tyler,” he said impatiently. “Let’s go back to the dorm. I want to talk to you there – I don’t want Pogue to interrupt.”

            “You wanna beat me up in private, is that it?” asked Tyler, only half-joking.

Reid glared at him. “I could never do that and you know it, so shut up and come on.” Reid stood up and brushed off his jeans, then opened the door and walked out. Tyler sat there for a few more seconds, then scrambled off the floor and followed, not daring to wonder what could be in store for him.

*          *          *

            “So,” said Reid, throwing his jacket to the floor of their room, apparently unconcerned with neatness. “We need to talk about this… thing. And no running this time.”

Tyler hesitantly sat on his bed and muttered rather half-heartedly that he hadn’t been running, well aware that this was a lie. Reid decided not to comment, and he sat down on his own bed directly across from the brunette. Reid bent his head low, trying to make eye contact with Tyler, who was suddenly incredibly interested in his knees. Reid sighed.

“Look – Tyler,” Reid ran a shaky hand through his hair, and if Tyler had been looking at him, he would have been shocked to see it. “I don’t care if you’re gay… or if you like me. I’m not saying it wasn’t a shock –” said Reid quickly, cutting of Tyler’s attempts to speak. “But you didn’t need to run away from me like that. I wouldn’t have been mad – and I definitely wouldn’t have hurt you. I mean…c’mon, man. Don’t you know that?”

Tyler finally let his eyes meet Reid’s, surprised by the hurt he could see within them. He suddenly felt ashamed of himself.

“I should’ve…,” he said quietly. “But – I guess I would rather walk out on you than see you walk out on me.” Tyler looked back down at his knees again, fisting the bedspread on either side of him, wondering what else he could possibly say. Thankfully, Reid saved him the trouble of having to think about it for long.

“So you like me, huh?”

Tyler gave Reid a sharp, quelling glance. “Don’t,” he whispered desperately. “Don’t make fun of it –”

“Do you hear me making fun?” asked Reid, with a smile on his face. “I’m just bragging is all. The hottest guy in Spenser – well, besides me – thinks I’m a hottie.” Reid smirked at the puzzled look on his friend’s face. “And from what I see now,” Reid continued, his eyes narrowing and his mouth curving wickedly. “You more than like me.”

“I – okay, cut it out Reid, I’m serious! This isn’t funny –”

“I told you, I don’t think it’s funny!” Reid interrupted, standing up. “I’m trying to tell you that I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, Tyler!” Reid sat down quickly next to Tyler, forcing his friend to look at him. Tyler glared, ready to start shouting again, but Reid beat him to it.

“Look, just sit there and shut up for a second and let me finish.” Tyler narrowed his eyes at Reid, his patience wearing thin. Finally successful at silencing Tyler, Reid looked down at the bedspread between them, gathering his thoughts before he spoke again. Tyler just stared at Reid’s blonde hair, beginning to wonder if he should have come back at all. Yes, Reid wasn’t yelling at him, but laughing was even worse.

“Tyler,” Reid started, still looking at the bedspread. “When I figured out you liked me… I didn’t know what to think. At first, when I just thought you were gay, and I was pissed that you weren’t telling me – then I realized why you weren’t telling me. You weren’t telling me because you liked me.” Reid paused as though seeking confirmation, but Tyler said nothing, so Reid plowed on.

“Yeah. So then I was a little weirded out – not because you liked me,” said Reid hastily. “I was a little freaked because of how I felt. I didn’t like the idea of you maybe being with other guys… it was like – you’re always hanging with me, you know? We’re always together, you do what I do – hell, you even do what I tell you to do… I couldn’t imagine you being like that with some other guy.” Reid spared a glance at Tyler’s face. Tyler looked rather blank considering what he had just heard. Reid’s eyes narrowed.

“Well? Don’t you get it yet?”

Tyler glared. “What am I supposed to be getting?”

Reid stared at him. “Wow, Ty. You’re an idiot.”

Tyler’s mouth dropped. “What? You’re the one not making sense –” But Tyler’s outburst was cut short by Reid’s mouth, which had suddenly fastened to Tyler’s, effectively cutting off all protests.

Reid broke the sudden kiss gently, pulling back and watching Tyler’s face warily. Tyler’s eyes looked unfocused, and his mouth was parted – he looked innocent but sexy in Reid’s opinion, and he leaned in to steal another kiss, but Tyler abruptly snapped out of his silence.

“What – what was that?”

Reid smirked. “Don’t tell me you don’t know a kiss when you get one.”

“No, I mean – I know it was a kiss,” Tyler was starting to flounder now, his eyes urgently searching Reid’s as his cheeks flushed. “But why – why did you? I mean – you don’t like me, you’re not gay….” Tyler drifted off as Reid’s smirk became more pronounced.

“Maybe I’m not gay – not really sure. But I definitely could get into you,” Reid murmured, leaning forward again, his eyes locked on Tyler’s pouting mouth.

“Wait,” Tyler pleaded, putting up a hand against Reid’s chest. “I don’t understand – you can’t like me.”

“But I do,” said Reid softly, circling his hand around Tyler’s wrist and pulling his hand to the bedspread. “I can’t see you with another guy – it makes me sick, actually… can’t imagine some other guy touching you.” Reid had been slowly drifting back towards Tyler as he talked, and he bent to place soft kisses against Tyler’s neck. Tyler gasped, then immediately tensed, unwilling to believe this was happening.

“What –”

“Shh, baby…”

Tyler moaned as Reid brought his mouth to his ear. “Like your new nickname, baby?” Reid asked, letting his arm wrap around Tyler’s waist.

“I – oh....”

Reid grinned against Tyler’s neck and renewed his nibbling, tightening his grip on Tyler’s wrist and rubbing his thumb against the inside.

“But – wait!” said Tyler weakly, moving his neck away from Reid’s questing mouth. “What is this?”

Reid rolled his eyes. “This is me trying to give you a hickey, Tyler.”

“No, I mean,” Tyler broke off, looking into Reid’s eyes, his own looking deeply troubled. “Is this just… hooking up?”

Reid stared into Tyler’s eyes hoping that, for once, he looked serious. “Baby… this,” Reid gestured in between them. “Is what I want. It’s what you want. I want this for as long as I can have it.” He released Tyler’s wrist and gently stroked his face. “I hope I’m good at this whole boyfriend thing… I want this to last for a long time.”

For the first time in days, Reid saw the glimmer of a smile in Tyler’s eyes.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, the corners of his mouth beginning to turn up. Reid grinned and leaned forward, capturing Tyler’s mouth once more. Tyler moaned against his mouth, and Reid broke away with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Tyler, looking slightly out of breath and smiling, asked, “What?”

Reid shook his head. “Nothing – I just can’t wait to see the look on Aaron’s face when I dance with you at Nicky’s on Saturday.”

Tyler gave Reid a panicked look and said quickly, “Now hold on, Reid –”

“Don’t talk anymore, baby,” said Reid, licking his way into Tyler’s mouth.

Tyler moaned as Reid’s tongue slid against his and he brought his arms up around Reid’s neck, and he came to the conclusion that, while he didn’t always do what Reid told him to do, now was one of those times when he was only too glad to obey.

The end.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this story. I may do some sort of follow-up, but if I did, I wouldn’t start it for a long, long (long) while.
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