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Riding the Waves By: Sean Roberts
-- Chapter 13 --
Dylan sat in a chair by Tyler's bed until he woke. He had stripped him and tied his arms and legs to the bed. Dylan was in no rush; he was thoroughly enjoying watching Tyler's sleeping, naked body.
"W-what happened?" Tyler asked groggily.
"I knocked you out," Dylan said calmly.
"What the fuck?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Why does my head hurt so much?"
"Here." Dylan picked up a glass of water from the side of the bed and held it so that Tyler could drink.
Tyler started to ask a lot of questions. He wanted to know why he was naked, why he was tied up, and what Dylan was planning to do to him. Dylan stood in front of the bed and stripped. He climbed onto the bed and reached over to the night table. He drank from a second glass of ice cold water and put his cold mouth onto Tyler's limp cock. Tyler gasped and became hard almost immediately.
Dylan took a sip of hot tea, warming his mouth, then took Tyler into his mouth. Tyler's body jumped, straining against the rope as his cold skin quickly turned warm. Tyler moaned in agony. Or pleasure. Dylan decided it was a mixture of both as he went for the water again.
Tyler's body was trembling. He let out something that resembled a squeal when Dylan's mouth, cold with the ice water, tasted him again. Dylan warmed his mouth again; he could feel Tyler holding it in. He took another sip of the water and then again quickly warmed up with the tea. He did this repeatedly until he heard Tyler frantically whisper "three second warning."
The poor boy could barely speak. Dylan pulled his mouth away but took Tyler's cock into his hand. He stroked it and watched the come fly out; watched Tyler's trembling, perfect body spasm with pleasure.
Dylan untied the ropes but did not let Tyler move, holding him down with his own body. They kissed and Tyler took Dylan's cock into his hand. Tyler bit Dylan's ear and then his lip. The pain drove Dylan crazy, and he came as soon as he tasted blood. The warm fluid hit Tyler's stomach and chest like paintballs. They could not stop kissing; they had been without each other for too long.
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Tyler made scrambled eggs, toast and bacon while Dylan made coffee. They ate, both boys having dressed only in boxers after they showered.
"Where did you learn to do that, Lewis?" Tyler asked.
"From you."
"Come again?"
"Every time I see you, I don't know what kind of mood you're going to be in. For example, when I showed up this morning, you punched me in the face."
"You were annoying me," Tyler replied in a tone meant to be non chalante. With the level of intensity with which he was staring into Dylan's eyes, there was nothing casual about it.
"You can't have it both ways," Dylan said firmly. "If we can't be together, then you can't stop me from being with someone else. Just like I can't stop you from being with Alice. What I do with Lisa is none of your business. Do you understand?"
"I understand Lewis, but what about what you just did to me? Tying me up? Thoroughly pleasuring me against my will?"
"I didn't hear you objecting."
"You did knock me out, you know. I had no idea what I was saying."
"You deserved it. Getting knocked out, I mean. After that, well, I couldn't help myself."
"Not to worry Lewis. I won't tell anybody."
"How's the tutor working out?"
"Not well. As much as I hate to admit it, you're much better. I was actually learning from you."
"Why don't we—"
"Dylan," Tyler said. "Stop. Please. Let me summarize the situation for you. We can't be together—you're going to Harvard, and I most definitely am not. My parents and Alice will find out when the semester's over. I don't need any of them putting extra pressure on me to try to get my grades up any more than I need to do for the team. That's my plan and—what the fuck is that?" There was a loud screeching sound coming from the coffee table in the other room.
"Lisa made my phone make that God awful noise every time I get a text message," Dylan said. "I tend to not hear them otherwise." Tyler rolled his eyes, and Dylan returned with his phone from the other room.
"Lisa got into Brown," Dylan said.
"Well good for her. You should probably go take her out or something."
"Tyler, what you just told me isn't a plan. I can see her later. I came here to help you figure out what you're going to do."
"You know, Lewis, since I've decided to stop worrying about school, my life has become so much better. Want to know what I'm going to do? Absolutely nothing. It's beautiful outside, in case you haven't noticed. I'm going to go and drink by the pool. Now, if you don't mind, could you get the fuck out of my house?" Tyler smiled and stood up to get a bottle of wine. Dylan knew he was defeated. He got dressed and left.
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He sent a text message back to Lisa and met her for lunch a few hours later. They sat on the beach afterwards, and she stroked the back of Dylan's hair as they smoked up. Dylan had been quiet that afternoon, and she was staring at him as if she would be able to piece together whatever was going on.
Dylan started to feel better as he touched her soft skin. He snuck her into his bedroom, but once there, Lisa took control. She stripped him, slowly, taking in the view of her boyfriend. He could barely handle it when she put her hand around his erection. He threw her down onto the bed. He had no idea what he was doing down there, but she directed him patiently, until his tongue found the right spot. She screamed and he moved his hand off her breast and covered her mouth. He stopped licking.
"Shit," he said. "Get in the closet." He dressed quickly, just on time, as he heard a knock on his door. He opened it. "Hey mom. Umm, I was just watching a movie on my computer. I fell asleep on the volume key." Maggie accepted the explanation and left.
It was a struggle to push Tyler's image out of his head, but Lisa felt so nice, so soft against him. Now he wanted to scream. He just wanted a clear picture in his head about which one he preferred; which one he should give up for the other. But he could not choose, especially since it was not just his decision. He put his hand over her mouth again when he felt her trembling, knowing that she would probably not be able to control her volume as she finished.
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Lisa physically dragged Tyler away from Alice, telling him that they have not had lunch together in so long, and it was way overdue. This gave Alice the opportunity to corner Dylan in the hall. She took him into an empty classroom.
"Ethan, Jessica and I all got our acceptances."
"That's great!" Dylan said.
"Tyler doesn't know. I want you to be there when I tell him."
"What? Why me?"
"I just want you there. You're the only person who stands up to him when he's being, you know, unreasonable. And I don't know what's going to happen. Lately he's developed a very short fuse." Dylan knew that Alice was right to worry about Tyler's reaction.
"Yeah, I can tell."
"Let's all go over to Tyler's place tonight and—"
"No can do. I'm not allowed over there, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Not unless there's a party I guess. Alright, my place then. Eight o'clock." Dylan nodded.
Tyler arrived after everybody else. "What the hell is going on?" Tyler asked. They were sitting around Alice's dining table eating a pizza. She had managed to get rid of her parents for the evening.
"Honey," Alice said, stroking his hair. "Nothing's going on. We got our college acceptance letters, we just wanted to celebrate!"
"Who's we?" Tyler asked.
"Ethan, Jessica and me," Alice said.
"What? When? Why didn't you tell me?" He did not seem upset, but everybody else's tension was filling the room like a dentist filling a cavity.
"Just a couple days ago," Alice said. "And I figured—"
"That I was going to flip out when you told me?" Tyler glared at Dylan. "I'm sorry about last time, okay? I'm very happy for you guys. Mine will come when it comes."
Dylan and Alice's shoulders both dropped a little bit. To change the subject, Dylan asked Ethan something about surfing. The topic of colleges came up again, and as they all talked about where they were going, Tyler sat quietly through the conversation. With every passing minute, Dylan realized that Tyler would not be a part of any of it. He would not be visiting campuses or looking for apartments. In the end, Tyler would not be with Alice or with him.
After they finished eating, Lisa settled beside Dylan on one of the couches in the living room, but he pulled away, creating space between them. He barely looked at her. Feelings of sadness and guilt were washing over him. He wanted desperately to be able to fix this for Tyler, but there was nothing he could do. All he could think about was a joint.
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So he smoked two joints, alone, before picking up the phone and sending a text to Tyler. He felt California's warmth as he drove through a purple haze with the top down in his car. He felt every emotion his car provided; the small bumps, the satisfying growl as the engine sped up. He coaxed the gearshift into fourth and watched the RPM dial jump as he drove to Tyler's house.
He parked down the street and walked. The weed had settled into the perfect space. He sent Tyler another message from his phone and waited. Tyler wrote him and told him exactly when to enter the house. Dylan walked into the unlocked door and went straight upstairs, hearing the sounds of Tyler talking to his family.
"Thanks for letting me come over," Dylan said.
"Yeah. What's up?"
"I needed to see how you were doing, after today."
"I'm fine Dylan. What's the matter with you? You seem kind of out of it."
"I just smoked a fuckload of weed," Dylan said, laughing. He was walking around the room while they were talking, and he picked up one of the sketchpads he had seen the last time he was in Tyler's room. He started to open it, but Tyler walked over and took it out of his hands.
"Hey," Dylan said. "I was looking at that."
"Well, don't. And really, Lewis, thanks for sharing," Tyler said sarcastically. Dylan reached into his pocket; Tyler opened a window. While Tyler was lighting the joint, Dylan opened another one of the pads. It was filled with drawings, some in full colour and others pencil sketches. The pages were filled with long, sharp towers and dragons. There were creatures with large talons and pointy teeth whose eyes betrayed that they would never hurt a fly.
"Shit man, these are really good." Tyler took the pad away again.
"Just a little hobby," he said.
"I never knew." Tyler took another long drag. "Guess there's a lot I don't know about you." Tyler looked away. There was silence for a few moments, and then another drag from the joint.
"Dylan, what was with the gathering today anyway?"
"That was Alice's idea. She wanted to make sure that you didn't, uh—"
"Flip out?"
"Yeah, that," Dylan said. "And you didn't. Good for you! Can't say the same about me. I pretty much flipped out. I'm leaving, Tyler. No matter what, I'm leaving. And when I realized today that you're not—it's killing me."
Tyler walked over to Dylan and put his hand on Dylan's cheek. He kissed Dylan softly. Dylan responded to this by grabbing a handful of Tyler's hair. Tyler pushed Dylan against the desk. Dylan groaned and felt his own hair being pulled. Dylan sat up on top of the desk, and Tyler moved in to fill the space between Dylan's legs; their jeans pressed against each other and they kissed. Tyler grabbed Dylan's shirt, pulled him off the desk and pushed him onto the bed.
Tyler lay on top of him, their bodies meshing into each other, the bulges in their jeans rubbing. Tyler stood up and started to strip, slowly, while Dylan sat on the bed and watched. Tyler kept himself far enough away that Dylan could not reach out and touch him. He wanted to tease the poor boy. Tyler's erection popped out as he pulled down his shorts. It was red and straining so hard that it looked painful. Dylan stood took off his own clothes and Tyler kneeled over him on the bed.
Dylan gasped for air when he felt Tyler's mouth on his erection. The pleasure hurt too much. Dylan felt his nipples stiffen as he stretched out his legs. Every part of his body was restless. He pulled Tyler's head away. Tyler looked up, then slid himself along Dylan's body so they could kiss.
Dylan put his hand on Tyler's hip as he bit into Tyler's nipple. They could feel the beats of each other's hearts as they squeezed or licked or bit various bits of each other. They discovered the sensitivities of nipples and thighs; the way a tongue brushing against the tip of an erection could drive a boy mad.
Tyler grabbed Dylan's wrist. He pulled it towards him so that Dylan's hand caressed his stomach and chest. He stopped when Dylan's hand was over his neck. Dylan closed his hand, carefully but with no hesitation. He closed in until he could feel the muscles inside Tyler's neck straining against his fingers.
He watched as Tyler gasped for air. His other hand closed in around Tyler's cock. Tyler's hands flew, grabbing Dylan's neck and cock and they stroked each other as they struggled to breathe. Dylan's eyes closed and he sensed a wave overtaking him. He stopped breathing so that he would not get water in his lungs. He heard an explosion as the wave hit the shore. He felt it gushing out of him, the pleasure more than his body could handle. Tyler's orgasm came at the same time.
They released each other's necks and Dylan fell down beside Tyler. They turned to each other and sucked in air through their dry lips. Dylan saw Tyler's tongue dart out to wet them. Their lips grazed. Dylan put his hand on Tyler's chest, this time not to squeeze his nipple and cause pain but to feel Dylan's heart beating. He felt Tyler's hand reach around him, Tyler's fingers caressing the small of his back. Their eyes were closed; their lips touched and their tongues danced. Suddenly, they heard a voice yell, "what the fuck!"