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Tyler – Part 29
** AUTHOR'S NOTE – This chapter of Tyler brings his story to the same point in time as when Evan's tale began. As such there are events within this chapter that you will have likely already read from Evan's point of view. Rather than cover all of those again I will only be including scenes that I feel are vital to Tyler's story or which require an alternate viewpoint. For everything else please refer to the scenes as told by Evan himself. **
Tyler 29
Tyler slammed the car door shut with a grunt and marched back toward the school building. Could the day get any worse? All he wanted to do was to get in his car and go home, where he wouldn't have to listen to everyone talk about Jake like they had been all day long, but he had left his phone in his gym locker and he needed to go back inside to get it.
He couldn't believe the difference a week could make. Seven days ago most of the people who ignored him now, who barely registered his presence as he pushed his way past them, had cheered him on as he climbed aboard the team bus on his way to yet another victorious football game. But there was no game to play this week and they had all but forgotten about him, caring more about Jake's little TV appearance than the quarterback who had led the team to its most successful start to any season in the past twenty-five years. They could all go fuck themselves.
He was almost at the main entrance to the school when he saw Joe step through the doorway. Usually the sight of his best friend would put a smile on his face and would ease the tension coursing through his body, but today wasn't a normal day. Joe's arm wasn't draped across the shoulder of one of their teammates, laughing and joking about something, it was holding a girl against him as he whispered into her ear and placed kisses along her neck.
Tyler felt his hands clench at the same time his teeth did. He wanted to replace that girl's neck with his fist and knock Joe on his dumb fucking ass. It wasn't just that he was flaunting a girl in front of him, trying to showcase how straight he was for the umpteenth time since Tyler had started fucking him in the ass six months ago. It was what had happened at lunchtime; how Joe had sat across from him and asked the girl out, not just on any date, but on Tyler's date.
"We can watch a movie and get something to eat," Joe smiled, using Tyler's exact words.
Tyler had wanted to scream but he held the explosion inside of him until he was in the gym where he pounded away on the weights for the rest of his lunch period, not wanting to see or speak to Joe for fear of what he might do. He still didn't want to speak to him now.
He turned away and hurried towards the second entrance to the athletics department, further around the building, just wanting to get his phone and leave without having to deal with anyone else. He was almost there when someone came running around the corner, crashing straight into him. Their forehead collided with his jaw, causing his head to snap back and his teeth to smack together.
His reaction was instant and impulsive. He lashed out, grabbing the person under the arms and slamming them against the wall, pressing his forearm to their throat so they couldn't move. With everything he was feeling inside and the pain that surged through his jaw he was ready for a fight. He glared down into a set of familiar eyes.
Oh fuck,' Tyler thought, almost pulling back, Evan...'
He stared at the cute face and for the briefest of moments thought about letting go, thinking back to his dream, but he was suddenly aware of other people around them, watching them, and he couldn't risk losing face any more than he already had so he leaned in close and growled into Evan's ear just loud enough for his words to be heard by those closest to them.
"You need to watch where you're going you stupid little fuck. I'm too valuable to this school to be injured by a cheerleader who doesn't watch where she's going."
He felt Evan tense under his touch and he could feel the heat from the smaller guy against his own skin. He was almost ready to release him, to give him a warning that everyone would hear, but then Evan spoke, straight to every one of his insecurities.
"Fuck you asshole, you're just upset `cause Jake's a better athlete than you'll ever be and I prefer cheering for him."
In that moment it didn't matter who Evan was, didn't matter how cute he was, or that Tyler might want to fuck him, Tyler just wanted to hurt him.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Tyler growled, pushing Evan harder against the wall.
He reared back with the hand that wasn't across Evan's throat, wanting to punch him for all the other people who hadn't shut up about Jake or for Joe and his stupid date, but he hesitated when Evan flinched, and that was all the time that was needed.
A big hand grabbed onto his arm and pulled him backwards with more strength than Tyler had ever experienced. He was manhandled and actually lifted off his feet as he found himself being slammed back into the wall.
He grunted from the impact and then felt a huge body push against his own, pinning him to the wall. He didn't need to see the face that was approaching his to know who it belonged to; Jake.
When his eyes did settle on that face and he watched it coming closer the thought flashed through his mind that Jake was going kiss him. A tremor passed through his body that Jake probably thought was fear as he waited for their lips to touch. But Jake stopped just short, the tip of his nose grazed Tyler's for just a split second.
"Don't you dare lay a fucking finger on him again; do you hear me?" Jake seethed.
Tyler stared into Jake's eyes; a cyclone of emotions swirling inside him. He hated Jake so much but he also hated himself. He wanted to attack Jake, to fight back and beat him up, proving his superiority, but at the same time he had wanted that kiss to land and he couldn't deny the thrill he felt from Jake's strength, wondering what it would be like to submit to him.
Jake continued to speak but Tyler wasn't listening until he heard Jake call him a pussy. All of his desires turned back into rage and when Jake flung him away from the wall, causing him to stagger in front of the crowd that had gathered to watch them, he was ready to fight again.
Jake held out his arms and stepped closer, an invitation to Tyler as he said, "Come on, take a free shot. Fight someone who can kick your ass and make you scream like the bitch you are."
Tyler was seething that Jake had dared to call him out in front of all of those people, humiliating him if he didn't fight back. His hands curled up into fists and he stepped forward. He was ready to go but he knew he couldn't hit Jake, knew it would cost him his place on the team and his career.
But he had to throw the punch, had to get the frustration out of him, there was no other way. He pulled back, saw Jake get ready to retaliate, and then he pivoted his body, punching the wall as hard as he could, imagining it was everyone who had ever doubted him or made him feel inferior.
He didn't feel the pain, didn't notice the skin that had broken or the blood that poured over his knuckles, he just stared as Jake walked over to Evan, helped him up and ushered him away toward the parking lot.
He stood still but he could hear the people around him sniggering, imagined that they were all staring and pointing at him, laughing at him because Jake had humiliated him. He spun around to catch them but they all turned away too quickly; one even tried to shove his phone inside his sweater as if he hadn't been filming the whole thing. It would probably be online before Tyler even got home. He would never live it down. Jake needed to pay. But what could he do that wouldn't get him kicked off the team?
With those thoughts occupying his mind, Tyler walked the rest of the way to the locker room, ignoring everything else around him. It wasn't until he was standing in front of his locker with his phone in his hand that he realized he could hear voices.
"Can I stay at yours tonight?" It was Coach.
"Yeah sure," the familiar voice of Mr Brown answered. "But I thought you'd want to go home afterwards."
Tyler's ears perked up and he moved closer to Coach's office. Had Coach accepted the invite? Was he really going out with Mr Brown?
"Hell no, the wife and kids are away for the night," Coach replied. "I finally get to let loose. And I hate sleeping alone."
"You know I only have one bed, right?" Mr Brown asked.
"Yeah," Coach said. "It's no big deal. We've slept together before."
Mr Brown simply laughed in response and Tyler felt like his head might explode. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it thumping in his chest.
"So I'll come over to yours about eight and we can go from there?" Coach's voice was much closer this time and Tyler realized the two men were moving towards him. He panicked and ran out of the locker room, not stopping until he was back in daylight.
He slowed down and acted like everything was normal, even though his head was still racing. He had almost made it to the parking lot, glad that it was nearly empty now, when Brandon sauntered over to him. The older boy smiled and placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder.
"Got your ass handed to you by Jake again, hey Captain Pussy?" Brandon smirked.
Before Tyler could reply Brandon laughed, slapped him on the back and ran off. Tyler almost gave chase but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Beating up Brandon wouldn't solve anything. He needed to prove himself and there was only one way to do that. He needed to confront Jake.
Climbing in his car, he tossed his phone on the passenger seat and set off, knowing that Jake dropped Evan off after school every day. He could catch him there.
When he got to Evan's street he decided to park a few houses down. He didn't want to give Jake any prior warning so he slowly crept up the sidewalk until he reached the house.
He had been expecting to see Jake's car parked out front or perhaps on the drive, but it was nowhere to be seen. He looked at the house, but it was quiet. Maybe they hadn't arrived yet. Maybe they had gone somewhere else first.
He was almost about to walk back to his car when he spotted something in an upstairs window and took a few steps closer to get a better look.
"Holy fuck..." Tyler gasped.
It was Evan. But it wasn't just Evan. He was wearing nothing but a small pair of boxers that hung low on his hips, showing off the cuts at his waist, his tight little abs and his surprisingly firm pecs. Damn he looked good. He wasn't just cute he was sexy too.
`Oh damn..." Tyler thought with a lustful grin.
It was at that exact moment that Evan turned around and spotted Tyler through the window, standing on his lawn, watching him.
The look of fear on Evan's face mirrored the terror Tyler felt inside himself at having been caught. It was just like Michael all over again. He didn't know what to do. When Evan didn't move he knew he had to. He started moving towards the house.
Tyler had no idea what to expect as he stepped out of his house on Monday morning. He had spent most of the weekend expecting something to happen; for Jake or the police to show up on his door looking for him after what had happened outside Evan's house. Why did he think writing that note was a good idea? It could be used against him.
He opened up his car and threw his bag onto the passenger seat before climbing in. He put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car sputtered and then all of the electronics on the dashboard reset to zero. The battery was dead.
"No, no, no..." Tyler groaned, hitting the steering wheel with each word.
Both of his parents had already left for work so he couldn't get a ride from either of them and he didn't have a spare battery lying around to replace it. He looked at the time and saw that he had left it too late to get there on foot, even at the pace he could set for himself, so there was only one option left. He had to call Joe.
As the phone rang he held his breath. He hadn't spoken to Joe all weekend, still pissed at him for taking a girl on the date that should have been his. He didn't know what Joe would say.
"Hey Ty, what's up?" Joe asked. Tyler could tell he was smiling from the tone of his words.
"My car won't start. I think the battery's dead," Tyler explained.
"I'll come and get you," Joe replied, hanging up as he said the final word.
Tyler couldn't believe how easy that was. He had expected Joe to want to keep his distance or to at least make him almost beg for his help. Maybe he had put too much thought into Joe's reactions recently; he had a tendency to do that.
Joe arrived a few minutes later, pulling up at the curb. Tyler hopped in and they set off.
For the first minute or two they chatted just like any other day. It was only when the topic started to drift from Tyler's car and what he was going to do about it to what they had done over the weekend that things started to take on a sour note.
Tyler could only hear Joe talk about his girl for so long before he had to put a stop to it. Even if Joe really did like her and she wasn't just the latest fuck to prove how straight he was despite how much he loved taking Tyler's cock up his ass, Tyler felt like each new detail was a slap in the face.
"Okay, that's enough," Tyler snapped.
"What?" Joe gasped, surprised.
"I can't listen to you talk about how great your date was or how good her fucking pussy tasted any more. I don't want to hear it," Tyler raged.
"Ty..." Joe tried to say something.
"No," Tyler spat. "You didn't talk like that before so don't start now. It's okay if you don't want to date me, if all we do is fuck around, but I don't need to hear about who else you're fucking, okay?"
"Ty..." Joe tried again.
"Just let me out here," Tyler said.
"What?" Joe asked as the slowed down for stop sign.
"I can walk the rest of the way," Tyler said, unfastening his seat belt and opening the door.
"What the fuck?" Joe called as Tyler got out of the car.
"I'll see you at school," Tyler replied as he slammed the door.
The car behind Joe's honked its horn and he had no choice but to drive on. Tyler watched him leave and then began to walk the rest of the way to school on his own.
He was almost at the school gates when he spotted Jake's car coming down the lane towards him and suddenly got an idea. He made a quick calculation, like he had so many times on the football field, and stepped out into the road.
He only noticed that Evan was in the passenger seat as he hopped out in front of Jake's car, counting the seconds. Evan was staring at Jake, who smiled back at him.
At the exact moment that Jake spotted him, his eyes going wide as he reacted to slam on the brakes, Tyler reached the number he had set himself and jumped back onto the sidewalk, out of harms way, never letting himself be put in any real danger.
As soon as the car came to a stop Jake jumped from the driver's side and raced towards him.
"What kind of fucking idiot are you?" Jake screamed. "You could have made me crash my fucking car."
"Maybe you should pay more attention to the road instead of playing puppy dog eyes with you boyfriend there," Tyler smirked, pointing at Evan.
Jake stepped up and got right in his face. Once again their noses were almost touching. Tyler's lips were curled up in a smile and he was tempted to kiss Jake on the lips just to see what he would do. Instead he pressed his forehead against Jake's, pushing against him just slightly, daring him to push back.
"You think you're so fucking big, don't you?" Jake said. "What the hell is your problem, Tyler? Are you so jealous of me that you want to hurt me now?"
Tyler stepped back and smiled. "If I wanted to hurt you I'd have done it already. I prefer watching you squirm, knowing you can't do anything to me or you'll get kicked off the wrestling team and won't get your shot at All State. You know you're gonna flake it, right? You'll tank just when it matters and everyone will see you just like I do; a pumped up bitch who belongs on his back, just like his boyfriend."
That got the reaction out of Jake that Tyler was looking for. He saw the wrestler getting ready to fight. Before he could do anything Evan jumped between them, putting his hands on Jake's shoulders, pushing him backwards.
"Leave it, he's not worth it," Evan said, looking at Jake before turning to glare at Tyler.
Tyler smiled. There was something in Evan's eyes that said different than his words did. He pressed on. "Yeah, run along Jakey. Be a good boyfriend and do as your girl says."
Before Tyler could even see it coming, Evan spun around and punched him square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
Tyler stared up in shock as Evan turned back to Jake and the two got back in Jake's car, driving into the school parking lot.
When he finally climbed to his feet, his jaw aching, Tyler saw that people were looking at him, pointing at him, laughing that he had been knocked on his ass, not by a wrestler but by a guy he should have been able to wipe the floor with if he hadn't been sucker punched.
"Oh wow, now you're being beaten up by Jake's bitch. It just gets better for you, doesn't it, Captain?" Brandon smirked as he walked past Tyler, grinning the whole way.
Tyler felt humiliated and the glare he shot at those around him made them all quickly disperse in fear. At least he could say that one had been a cheap shot but it had bruised his ego more than it had his face. He had to get Evan back for that one and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.
Tyler was almost bouncing off the walls, ready to attack the next person who made fun of him for being knocked on his ass by Evan. Brandon wasn't the only one of his teammates to call him out on it and he felt like he had no choice but to do something to regain some of the respect and dignity he had lost.
When he spotted Evan down the hallway he was about to charge over and beat the crap out of him, to show him and everyone else that he was a man and that you shouldn't mess with him, but just as he began moving towards him a deep voice from behind killed any thoughts of retribution dead.
"Don't even think about it, Goodwin," Coach warned.
"What?" Tyler gasped as he spun around.
"I saw the wheels turning. I know what you were thinking of doing," Coach said. "Don't."
"I wasn't..." Tyler tried to protest.
"Don't lie to me boy," Coach replied. "I know you too well now for you to get away with that. Come with me."
Tyler took one last glance at Evan before he turned and followed Coach, neither man stopping until they were sat in Coach's office, one on either side of the older man's desk.
"So, do you want to tell me what happened?" Coach asked.
"What do you mean?" Tyler replied.
"Word going around is that Evan punched you this morning. The mark on your cheek tells me that's true," Coach said. "Now I can't claim to really know him, but I am guessing he had a reason for doing it. Am I right?"
"It was nothing, Coach," Tyler said.
"It was something," Coach replied. "Look Tyler, you're not in trouble. What happened wasn't on school grounds so there is nothing I can do about it. But I need you to understand this. You are my captain. You represent the team, you represent the school, you represent ME, on and off the field. When people see you getting into scuffles outside of school it reflects badly on us all. And I can bench you for the rest of the season."
"Coach!" Tyler squealed.
"I won't do that unless you give me a reason to," Coach said. "This is a warning. I want you on my team, leading the team, but you're not above the rules. Do anything to Evan and you're on the bench, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Coach," Tyler nodded.
"If there's a problem between you two," Coach continued, "then sort it out so that it doesn't boil over or I will be forced to step in and make sure it doesn't escalate, okay?"
"Yes, Sir," Tyler agreed.
"Good, now get out of here," Coach smiled. "And don't be late for class later. You know the punishment."
Tyler nodded and silently left Coach's office. He walked across the locker room to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face.
"I still can't believe we did that," Tyler heard as he stepped back out into the locker room. It was Mr Brown's voice. What did they do? Tyler's heart began to beat faster as he tiptoed closer to Coach's office to listen in.
"It was no big deal," Coach replied.
"Are you kidding? Those guys just about lost their minds when you took your shirt off and started dancing with me," Mr Brown chuckled.
Tyler closed his eyes for a moment and imagined what that would have looked like.
"They were all watching us. I had to give them something to remember," Coach laughed.
"You definitely did that," Mr Brown said. "I think you made one guy cum in his pants."
"Oh yeah," Coach chuckled. "That guy followed me into the bathroom. God, I think that's the first time I've been called daddy by anyone but my own kids."
Mr Brown burst out laughing and Coach joined in.
"Did he give you his number?" Mr Brown asked.
"No," Coach said. "He gave me his address."
Mr Brown howled with laughter, "Damn! You should have gone with him. He might have opened your eyes a bit."
"I think they got opened pretty wide when we got back to yours," Coach said.
Tyler held his breath, waiting for a response, but everything was quiet. Suddenly the bell rang directly above him, making him jump, and he knew he had to get out of there before one of the men caught him eavesdropping. He ran for the door, not wanting to get caught listening in, but he spent most of his next class thinking about the two men dancing shirtless together, their sweaty bodies rubbing against each other... He didn't listen to a word the teacher said.
The water was still crashing down over Tyler's body as he watched Evan flee from the shower. His mind was reeling from everything that had happened in the past hour but there was one thing that was clear, one thing that was undeniable; he wanted Evan.
What he had seen through the window the night before paled in comparison to what he had just seen as Evan stood naked under his own shower, washing first his hair and then moving on to his body.
Tyler had been mesmerized. He still couldn't believe that under the clothes Evan wore was such a tight, pumped, hot little body. He had wide shoulders, a strong back and an incredible ass that Tyler had wanted to bury first his face and then his dick in. But it only got better when he turned around and continued washing himself, revealing a set of firm, rounded pecs and six clear, defined abs, all leading down to a trim waist and a hot, cut cock that seemed to get bigger the longer he looked at it.
When their eyes had met, Tyler felt a tremor pass through his body, much like it had when Evan had grabbed his hand during the obstacle course and a bolt of electricity had shot up his arm. But he wasn't scared, wasn't afraid by the fact that Evan had caught him looking, because Evan had been looking too, he'd had that same look on his own face. He had been checking Tyler out. Tyler was certain of that. And Evan's dick had responded.
When Evan ran from the shower he was trying to cover up the fact that he was hard himself and Tyler began to smile. Evan might try to say otherwise, might try to protest, but Tyler knew they both wanted the same thing and they were going to get it. He was going to fuck Evan.
To Be Continued...