I Fucking Hate Him

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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER THREE

Tyler opened his eyes.

It took a while for him to actually remember where exactly he was, but after the sheer antics and all the worries of the previous evening, it suddenly all came flooding back to him...

Sammy spiking Remi's drink...him being worried that his arch enemy was lying drunk as a skunk forgotten somewhere, potentially being kicked off the team, finding out that Remi had an illness called Sleep Apnea, which could cause him to stop breathing while he slept, or even in severe cases...actually sleep walking, which was what Remi had actually done, until he had ended up face first into the pool of the camp site that they were currently having their high school soccer team building weekend in.

Tyler's heart surged as he closed his eyes and relieved the kiss that he and Remi shared, well, it wasn't a kiss per say, in that it was way more of a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation attempt, but never in his wildest, horniest dreams had he ever thought about actually kissing Remi, but there you were...he had to do something when Remi was laying there, beside the pool, unconscious...and that was the first thing Coach had taught them in their first aid classes.

Remi woke up just THE MOMENT as their lips touched...and the rock hard sixteen-year-old teenage cock inside Tyler's briefs gave an almighty reminder just how much all of this had affected him.

Before they had all gotten here for the team building weekend, he literally hated Remi, he couldn't stand him for various fucking reasons, but last night...last night when all this was happening before him, something changed. A complete and utter one-eighty that he still didn't understand. Tyler frowned and turned on his side, pulling the covers of his sleeping bag over him even more, and making himself more comfortable...he didn't know what exactly it was.

Or what the name of it was.

All that he knew...was that the MERE thought of Remi Carter not being in his life, had scared him half to death, for the brief moment that himself and Duncan thought that Remi had drowned. An ice-cold shiver ran through his young, lanky body, and he gently, boyishly, wiped his nose against his cushion, before closing his eyes. Remi...man...why was he so God damn beautiful in all senses of the word?

That fluttering blond hair he possessed...his torso, glimmering with water droplets and sweat after soccer training...his laughter which was more than just infectious, it was genuine...everyone always said what a nice guy he was. Just the other day, Jess and himself saw how much and on what level, even young kids loved the guy, as he spent time with them at the local restaurant to raise funds just so that he could be here with the team.

Conflict raged inside Tyler's teenage heart...he didn't know what it was. But something had definitely changed. He didn't feel that intensity of hatred towards Remi, any longer. Instead...there was this urge...this need, this fucking morbid curse to wanna be near him, to protect him...to hold him...to take care of him.

A noise from the top bunk had him close his eyes quickly and efficiently, he knew that was where Remi had slept, before he heard the boy gently climb down, with both feet tapping on the hard, cement floor of the camp site chalet. He could hear Remi sighing, before he put on his sneakers, and after a few moments of complete and utter silence, he gently heard the door of the chalet open and close, before everything had been just as it was moments before, as if Remi had never gotten down in the first place.

A warmth spread through Tyler's upper body. Without even knowing what he was doing, he clenched his fists in complete and utter frustration...he so wanted to go after Remi...after last night, he really thought they had to talk, at the very least. They had agreed to stop all of this rivalry and mutual hatred and at least, TRY to be friends...but what Tyler was feeling for Remi right now completely dwarfed friendship. It wasn't even close...it couldn't even remotely compare.

A lone teardrop washed down Tyler's cheek without him even realizing it...he's been a total dick to Remi in the past, without even having a solid reason. Sure, Remi had given back all and as good he got, but come to think of it...it was always Tyler that had the problem, or who had started any sort of conflict over the years.

Remi has always been there. He had ALWAYS been there.

How did he not see it?

**

"PASS IT! OPEN YOUR EYES! DON'T YOU BE A GOD DAMN HERO! YOUR TEAM MATE IS OPEN! PASS IT!"

Coach was gonna lose his voice before the day was over, all the teenage boys on the team was convinced of it.

He was going on like a fucking maniac...but then again, the replay game against Edgemead High was the most important game of the entire Highschool league season. The last time they had played each other, they struggled in even scoring ONE goal, before the madness happened in where Tyler had brutally attacked Remi on the pitch, his own fucking teammate, causing the game to be called off.

As the Coach finally blew his whistle for a well-deserved break after a brutal two hours, midfielder of the team, Sammy came to a complete standstill, bending down, resting his arms and hands on his knees...this had to be one of the most intense sessions they EVER had, and these teenagers were fucked as hell. To put it mildly.

Duncan slumped to the ground as the pressure of the 34-degree heat got just too much, whilst Jordan and Tyler laid on their backs, arms completely outstretched, their powerful, young teenage chests heaving with the built-up pressure and ultimate fatigue. Nearby Tyler could see Remi was not as out of it as they were, although it was understandable that coach didn't drill him as hard as he did them, considering what happened last night.

"Alright you bunch of girls, good work today! And remember, all of this next week Friday when we play those sissies from Edgemead. After I'm done with y'all they won't recognize you from that disaster of a first game! Off to the showers, I've arranged for some MacDonalds to be delivered, so you better hurry! LET'S GO!"

As tired as the teens were, the mere sound of MacDonalds, and they seemingly out of nowhere, had found the superhuman strength inside their willpower to even get up and chase each other to the showers, in sheer anticipation of the yummy food. Boys will be boys.

As always, Tyler stayed behind on purpose, to have the majority of the team have their shower first, and get to the hell out of there, before he would have his own...he just couldn't trust his cock not to get hard at the sight of his naked buddies...sometimes he was able to control it, and other times, it was just a near damn impossible task...as a sixteen-year-old boy, breathing alone increased his libido...what fucking chance did he even have with those kinda odds stacked against him?

By the time he had eventually reached the bathrooms, he was in luck, as most of the boys had just showered as quickly as possible, and had gotten dressed, knowing that the hot water was rather scarce, and just wanted to be done and dusted, ready for those much-anticipated Big Mac's and Supersized Cokes...there was still three, four boys behind in various stages of nudity, but Tyler felt he could handle it from here on in.

Taking off his shirt, looking down at his decent teenage six pack, the results from all the soccer training he had done over the years, and running his fingers through his sweaty jet-black hair, he thought he looked okay...not as sexy as Remi or Jordan by any means, but still...he wasn't Shrek, at least.

Taking off his shorts and underwear as some of the last boys were drying off and putting on their clean civvies, he was just about to reach out to the shower taps to turn them on, when he heard the sudden blasting outside commotion...

"We're getting fucking battered out there and Prince Harry over here gets the fucking royal treatment! Fuck that, who the hell do you think you are?"

Tyler frowned, and quickly wrapped his towel over his naked waist, before he jogged outside to see what was going on. As he shaded his arm upwards to block the sunlight reflecting on his face, he saw that a couple boys of the team, was now for some reason, circling viciously around Remi.

Sammy, Jordan and Duncan were all there, to make matters worse, and Sammy looked like he had taken over Tyler's former hatred of Remi and ended up evolving it to its maximum stage...

"What I wanna know, is why coach is going easy on you...all of us here could hardly fucking breathe after all that, and here you are fresh as a fucking daisy..."

Tyler sighed and gritted his teeth...Duncan was RIGHT there!

He was there last night when Remi had told them about his Sleep Apnea after he had just fucking was lying unconscious in the pool for a matter of minutes...why wasn't he saying anything? Why was he joining in the sudden rebel against Remi? He knew the truth, why wasn't he helping him?

Remi was standing his ground however, and squared up to Sammy in all his lanky totality...

"What the hell does all of that have to do with you? When was the last time YOU scored a fucking goal for the team? I have fifteen this season! How many do you have? Fucker!"

Remi had clearly touched a nerve, because as a midfielder, Sammy's job on the team was to supply the strikers, which was Tyler and Remi, with passes to make them able to score goals, but the entire team knew that more often than not, Remi had to rely on his own athletic skill to dribble past opponents to score.

Sammy was a decent midfielder, but he wasn't known for being much of a team player, more often than not shooting towards goal from afar, and getting it horribly wrong, wanting the glory for himself.

Sammy, red as in his face, as any of his teammates had EVER seen him, pushed Remi viciously to the ground, where the latter boy thundered down on the muddy pitch where they had been busy only minutes before.

"You think you're so fucking holy, aren't you? Why don't you tell everybody where and WHY you disappeared last night? And tell everyone about the BRANDY I saw you throw into your drink while you at it? I bet the coach will LOVE hearing about that!"

Tyler swallowed...Sammy was on dangerous territory now.

It had been Tyler's idea in the first place to spike Remi's drink with the bottle of Richelieu that Sammy had sneaked along inside his bag, but he honestly didn't think they would truly actually do it.

When he heard that Sammy had in fact done just that, he panicked instantly, and along with Duncan, they immediately went to search for Remi. Only after the whole pool incident, AFTER Coach and Duncan had returned to camp, Remi had privately told him that he had smelled the alcohol in his drink immediately, before he threw it away, he didn't actually drink it...but there was no way that Sammy or even Duncan knew that. Only he did.

"Hey, break this up, break it up now!"

Tyler marched towards the group of boys and pulled Sammy away from Remi, who was still on the ground, trying to wipe the mud from clothes that he had JUST put on. Sammy's eyes narrowed, as he saw Tyler being dead serious, and placed his hands on his hips.

"What the hell, Captain? You hate Remi more than anyone of us here? Didn't you see Coach taking it easy on Madam over there, while almost killing us in the process? It ain't fucking fair!"

Tyler, still angry as hell at Sammy for spiking Remi's drink, but also, scared to SHIT, that Sammy might actually tell everyone about HIS part in all of this, turned towards his group of teammates, rather than just Sammy, thinking he was playing safe in doing so.

"Everyone, listen up, and you listen good. Coach told us there is something he wants to tell us later, and it has to do with Remi. So, until we know what it is, let's just fucking TRUST coach and that he knows what he's doing, okay? Got it? Good. I gotta go fucking shower. And Sammy...lay off Remi. He's one of us, after all."

Sammy's eyes bulged as his hands slowly bawled into fists as he saw Tyler turn around, but before he could walk back to the bathroom area, that he paused, and kneeled down over Remi, stretching out his arm fully towards the boy.

He held his hand there for a few seconds, before an equally stunned Remi softly smiled, and reached up with his own, before Tyler helped him back up onto his feet.

"I mean it, guys. We're all in this together. We win together, and we lose together. We'll never fucking beat Edgemead being divided like this!"

And with that, Tyler shook his head and walked back towards the showers. Remi took a lingering look at the back of his captain, before once more sighing, his cheat heaving slightly as he did so.

Sammy was still stewing over what just happened, before he signaled at Jordan and Duncan to follow him. When they were completely and utterly out of ear shot, Sammy turned towards the beforementioned boys and his eyes would have blazed fire if they could.

"What the hell was that? Tyler has always hated Remi, what the fuck is going on? And how dare that idiot humiliate me in front of all you guys?"

Duncan had to know why Tyler had a change of heart towards Remi, because like before stated, he was there when Remi told them about his illness, but he kept quiet, as coach told them to do.

Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders, with Jordan pretty much doing the same. Sammy rolled his eyes and picked up a lose gray pebble from the ground, rolling it gently inside both the palms of his hands. It was like he was finding the piece of solid gravel...fascinating.

"You dudes know what...and fucking keep this to yourselves, I don't want anyone to hear, not even Tyler, after the crap he just pulled...I want Remi Carter off this team. And I'm going to do EVERYTHING in my god damn power to do it."

Jordan stood back a bit, at hearing those words, as he and Duncan exchanged looks...they weren't used to Sammy being like this...he was usually a happy go lucky boy, full of mischief and jokes, for sure, but never like the person they were seeing before them right now.

"How are you gonna do that, dude? Nah for real, because if you take Remi out of this team, with Tyler having not scored in what...five or six matches, how the fuck are we supposed to beat Edgemead next week?" Duncan asked, a feeling of dread flushing through his big, bulky teenage frame.

Sammy smiled nastily, before he crossed his arms.

"I can play striker. I was always a striker, before Remi got onto the team two years ago, and Coach fucking moved me to the midfield. Don't you guys remember? Tyler and I were always on fire in games, scoring loads of goals, and then I fucking broke my ankle back then, and suddenly along came Remi. Coach shoved me to the midfield ever since! I'm gonna reclaim my place back in the team, I fucking promise you guys."

Sammy then walked a few steps back, before turning around, and noticing a small bird, a baby bird, if you will, probably having been kicked out of his nest for the first time in his life...and with a mean grin on his face, he took the gray pebble, still in his hands all this time, and LODGED it towards the small bird, lucky to God, missing it by just a whisker, but more than enough to startle it, and by so doing, having it fall out of the tree and landing on the muddy ground surface, and hard at that. It was still alive, but barely.

"I'll teach Remi Carter a lesson he will never forget..." Sammy whispered, not moving an inch to help the bird.

**

"You okay?"

Remi looked up where he was sitting all alone outside at the pool area, taking the last few chews of his Big Mac, before washing it down with the last of his Coke Zero, before he wiped his mouth with a serviette and smiled at Tyler.

"Yeah, I guess. And thanks for earlier. I don't know what the fuck has gotten into Sammy, but I bet you it's because he isn't getting into Alicia...if you know what I mean..."

Tyler snickered involuntarily. Alicia Jenkins was proudly known as the school slut, because for real, the amount of teenage boy's she has fucked and given blow jobs to over the years, was something that needed to be checked for the Guinness Book of Records. She was also hands down the prettiest girl in the entire school, and Remi was often seen with her, that Tyler knew.

"She's gone through basically the entire school, why wouldn't she have a go at Sammy too?" Tyler murmured as he sat down beside Remi, the insanely hot 34-degree sunshine now blazingly hot on their teenage, muscled boy bodies.

Remi smirked and once more...Tyler was stunned...just stunned.

How didn't he noticed it before...that when Remi smiles...Jesus Christ, that smile could fucking melt the hardest, the darkest of chocolate, I swear! His blond hair was falling over his eyes as the gentle breeze of the wind was sweeping through it, and Tyler once more got that feeling inside the pit of his stomach...that warmth of emotions that he didn't quite have a name for, but sure as fuck, they were there...and EVERY SINGLE time he was near Remi these days.

"It's because she DID fuck him, bro. And he wants more. Much more. She's been telling me he's been HOUNDING her for weeks now, in trying to get another date with her, and you know what that means...another date, another fuck session. She doesn't wanna be labelled. She's Alicia, man! I guess she wants to fuck randoms and not be tied down, and Sammy can't understand that."

Tyler swung his legs over, so that they were dangling in the cold water of the pool, feeling instantly like manna out of the heavens on this crazy ass warm day, before he quickly looked at Remi, and then back at the water.

"What about you...?"

Remi was quiet for a few seconds, before he sighed.

"What about me?"

Tyler pulled a face, and once more did his trademark rolling of the eyes.

"You and Alicia? Have you guys also...you know?"

Remi snickered, before he cleared his throat.

"Tyler, no, I really don't know, please tell me."

Tyler gave Remi a shove, to which the other boy cackled with laughter, before he giggled and quickly his hand through his hair.

"No, we haven't. No, honest to God, we haven't and we never will. I'm not...I mean, she wouldn't want me, let's just leave it at that."

"Yeah, I bet she says that about all you hot guys..."

Tyler cringed...fuck, what did he just say? What did he say? HOLY SHIT...holy fucking shit!

WHAT...DID...HE...JUST...SAY???

He desperately wanted to get up and just...fucking run away so that no one could ever, EVER find him, but somehow both of his legs, still dangling inside in the lovely cold water, was feeling like jelly. His entire body shivered, and he closed his eyes and bawled his fists, very much like Sammy did just a few minutes ago.

Remi didn't say a word. He was as quiet, as quiet could possibly be.

Tyler cleared his throat; the silence was actually killing him.

He had just admitted to Remi, REMI CARTER OF ALL PEOPLE, his deepest, darkest secret, and if Remi really wanted to now, he would be able to shout it from the roof tops so that the entire Setchfield High and ALL his teammates knew that Tyler Jackson was nothing but a useless faggot...

...and to make matter worse, after all the hating he had done to Remi over the years, he actually wouldn't even fucking blame him.

"I...I'll just go...forget I said...just forget I was ever here..." he mumbled to Remi before forcing his legs out of the water and wiping the sweat from his forehead, before taking one last look at Remi, and turning around and solemnly walking back to the camp site.

"Hey Tyler...?"

Tyler stopped, but he couldn't convince himself to turn around and actually face Remi...the ONE person he never wanted to know how he really felt about cute boys such as himself...he was never gonna live this down...ever...and he had this sickening feeling that his life, as he knew it until now was over.

"Dude, just forget I fucking said anything, it must have been the heat talking..."

Still facing away from Remi, he could hear water splooshing around before he heard the pattering of footsteps, until he finally saw Remi next to him. With a flock of his fingers, Remi splashed some of the pool's icy cold water on Tyler's face, with a smirking of his own.

"So, you think I'm hot, huh?"

Tyler suddenly and severely resembled what it must look like to be heavily constipated.

But then Remi winked at him and playfully pointed his index finger at him...

"When was the last time YOU looked in a mirror?"

**

Sammy passed the ball straight to Remi, who caught it securely at his feet with perfect precision. He then marched forward, surpassing three defenders in a row before he took a powerful shot, which was saved by the goalkeeper.

In getting ready for the big game the following week, the Coach had arranged a little ninety-minute game work out between the team, as well as the local town's school's first string, and it was going rather well.

Setchfield was up 2-0 in the game, with both goals being scored by Remi in the process. Try as hard as he might, Tyler's slump in front of the goal continued, as he just couldn't seem to rediscover that SOMETHING, that FIRE inside him which once made him one of the most feared strikers in the regional school's league.

"YEAH! GET IN!" he shouted as he saw a chance for the opposing team squandered as Duncan with his big and burly nature completely throttled the attack, giving the ball bac to Setchfield.

Jordan intercepted the ball from the opposing defender, and with his long legs, he passed it onto Sammy...and although Remi was open, WIDE fucking open, he chose to pass it to Tyler, who was immediately surrounded by a whole bunch of defenders, and he immediately lost the ball.

"Dude! Didn't you see I was open? Fuck this, Sammy!" Remi thundered over to his teammate, while Sammy just shrugged his shoulders and gave his captain a thumbs up.

If Tyler didn't know better...no...no, Sammy can't hate Remi this much to play this badly on purpose, can he? He has known Sammy for EIGHT years...and in that time, the boy had always, ALWAYS lived and breathed for nothing but soccer. The David Beckham and Steven Gerrard posters plastered all over his room back then, proved that.

The opposing team got one goal back, making it 2-1 with about three minutes to go. Tyler swore underneath his breath. If they got another goal now, this will surely end in a draw, when they could have been clear winners by now, if Sammy wasn't such a dick. Their team was so divided with the tensions between Sammy and Remi that it was ridiculous.

Jordan was fouled, before Sammy intercepted another pass, and once more, with Tyler being the main target to defend against, Remi was open...he was literally OPEN...and Sammy chose to pass the ball to Tyler.

The coach was going BALLISTIC on the side of the pitch, but it seemed like Sammy literally didn't care. Tyler managed to escape the clutches of the opposing defenders, before he saw the keeper off his line...should he...or shouldn't he take the chance and shoot?

No...the keeper will totally expect that...

With a glint in his eye and a quick look towards Remi, he managed to completely and suddenly nutmeg the defender before him, before a devastating pass towards Remi. Remi got the ball, and all he had to do was pass it into the goal, the keeper completely thrown off guard...and it went in through his outstretched arms. A fabulous team goal.

Remi jumped in the air and pumped his fist, and Tyler knew that this was his first ever hat-trick in a game that he had ever played...feelings of utter joy and warmth, as well as boyish energy and excitement LAVISHED through him, as he ran towards Remi to celebrate.

There was already a bunch of their teammates surrounding the latter, and when Remi finally came face to face with Tyler, both boys smiled...Remi's eyes seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sun, whilst Tyler couldn't stop looking at this beautiful boy in front of him.

He held out his open hand towards Remi, and in a matter of seconds, it was clasped tightly in the beforementioned boy's own, as a matter of respect and congratulations. Warmth and electricity SPREADED through the boys like a hot knife through butter, as both boys swallowed slowly...both were feeling exactly what the other was feeling...without a shadow of a doubt.

"Get a room, you two!" Jordan once more snickered out loud, but this time, there was no laughter from either Remi or Tyler. None was needed.

They quite literally, only had eyes for each other.

**

It felt like they had only arrived here a few hours ago, when in reality, it had been three whole days.

The rest of the team building went as well as could have gone, although Coach wasn't happy with Sammy's antics during the friendly game and gave him a strict talking to.

As team captain, Tyler knew that he had to try and solve things between Sammy and Remi, and try to have them reconcile some way, but it was to no avail. Sammy had completely guarded himself off from his teammates, it seemed, more and more whilst the weekend progressed. He chose to keep to himself, only talking to Tyler and others when he really HAD to.

Tyler was flabbergasted at Sammy's attitude. He didn't know what to make of it, really, but as he told the Coach, he did everything he could think of, so now it was up to Coach himself to try and find a solution.

Coach was playing his guitar on the final night of the camp, with the boys singing together loudly one song after the other, making for a much pleasant vibe along the campfire.

Once in a while, Tyler indivertibly found his eyes traveling towards Remi, he swore he couldn't help it...where he would more often than not, catching the latter in staring at him as well. A sneaky shy smile would travel over both their faces every time it happened, as if they were literally little boys...that look they gave their mothers when they would catch them with their fingers stuck in the forbidden cookie jar.

Tyler has never been this happy, this excited, this WANTING to be alive, ever before in his entire life. He didn't quite know what had happened these last few days, but he had literally gone from hating Remi Carter with EVERYTHING he had inside him, to the point where he was thinking about the sexy boy all the time.

Remi smiled at Tyler and shook his head in sheer laughter as their eyes met again for what felt like the millionth time, before he slowly walked over towards his teammate and captain.

As Remi neared him, Tyler saw that he had two cans of Coke in his hands, one with sugar, and the other without. Remi winked at him and handed Tyler the can containing sugar.

"Why is it that you never have like, normal drinks, bro?" Tyler whispered as Coach started to play another song, to the delight of their singing, cheering teammates.

Remi opened his own can and took a big sip, before he sighed and looked up at the stars.

"I just...I just don't wanna do anything that will have my Sleep Apnea kick in, man. Doctors have told me that surgery drinks can make this thing worse. I also don't drink any coffee or tea, because both has caffeine in them. Go on, tell me I'm paranoid and a nerd, and a wimp and all that shit, I know you're dying to. I can take it."

Tyler turned towards Remi and gently, as if he was scared that he could break the kid if he so much as touched him, placed his hand on Remi's shoulder. Another shivering shudder blasted through both boys as their skins touched...and Remi suddenly cleared his throat, before he stood away a little from his captain.

Tyler frowned, as well as a little hurt at the gesture, before he pursed his lips and looked back at the fire.

"Nah, me and you, I like to think we've good now. We've kinda sorted things out, and we're even starting to click on the pitch, which was what all this was about. And Remi..."

Remi tensed up, but he willed his eyes away from the fire, and straight towards Tyler. Tyler ached inside...seeing, witnessing Remi's emerald coloured eyes as the fire from the BBQ reflecting inside his own, and it was...it was devastatingly beautiful.

Tyler swallowed to pent up saliva, before he saying...

"If I'm ever that much of a dick again, dude...just...just give me a fucking shove or something. I feel shit as hell about what happened the other night. How you almost...I mean..."

Tyler's voice failed him, as he looked away from Remi, before he felt...Jesus Christ...

...he swung his face back towards Remi...and then finally down towards where their hands were now ever so slightly touching. Given a few more seconds, he felt Remi tense up again, before his entire hand was secretly now engulfed inside Remi's. Tyler blew out some nervous breath as he held Remi's hand inside his own...caressing the hard knuckles with the back of us thumb as gently as he could.

He looked upwards at the boy with the utmost disbelief, at this incredible surprising and intimate gesture...unthinkable before they had gotten on that school bus a mere four days ago.

"I know you won't. I trust you. I mean that," Remi whispered back, giving Tyler's hand a slight squeeze, before he finally let go, and returned his attention back to the joyous actions going on down at the fire.

Tyler slowly smiled...the biggest fucking smile he has ever had smeared across his face.

At that moment, he felt as if he would never, EVER, stop smiling ever again.

**

Tyler woke up. In the early hours of the morning.

Again.

Geez, Louise!

His eyes fluttered towards his phone, which told him that it was just after three in the morning. Still several hours of sleep remained until they would get onto the bus for the drive back to Setchfield.

Just as Tyler wanted to turn around in his sleeping bag and get back to sleep, he once more heard the bed on top of him creak, and shudder with sudden added weight. He laid back down quietly once more as he could, before he once again, saw Remi get down from his bed, put on his shoes, and quietly walk out of the chalet, without waking anyone else up.

Tyler frowned. This was the second time now that Remi had just...upped and left the chalet since they had been here...this was insanely early, where the fuck was he going?

Tyler sighed, before he laid back down and closed his eyes.

Within seconds, he FORCED them open, as a nasty thought entered his mind...Remi wasn't just merely walking around outside enjoying the moonlight shine...was he?

Holy shit, he must be sleep walking!

Tyler flung open his sleeping bag, trying his best not to wake anyone, before he got dressed as warm as possible and left the chalet. Once outside, he crossed his arms and hissed at the sudden cold of the early morning air...everything was quiet and dark, as only the flood lights were on at this time and matter.

Where the fuck did Remi go? Tyler focused his attention towards the pool area, and nodded to himself...he'll start there.

Quick as he was, being a striker on a soccer team, he ran as fast as his young, powerful legs could carry him, towards the pool area, but Remi wasn't there. He made quite sure, looking at, and behind every nook and cranny he could think of...no dice.

He jogged around the pool area, taking the right turn to where they had played the soccer game against the local team the other day. Here, the flood lights were thankfully giving him some much-needed light, as he took a look around, but didn't see any figure that would match Remi's tall, lanky demeanor.

Finally turning around and heading towards the kitchen area. Tyler's breath was raptured as he reached his destination, wondering where the hell Remi could possibly be...until he finally, FINALLY spotted him.

It HAD to be him.

He was sitting cross legged, at the very same spot, from where they had watched the fire earlier on.

Tyler hesitated, suddenly, as he didn't know what to expect...if Remi was indeed sleep walking, he was going to be freaked out beyond belief if he felt threatened by Tyler in the dark...and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Carefully, he came ever closer to the boy...the boy he felt such an incredible strong ass connection with, and he walked up to the point that he was just a few feet away from him.

"Remi?"

No answer.

"Remi!"

Still, no answer.

Tyler pursed his lips, before he quietly walked over towards Remi, and sat down beside him. Together the two boys, one very much wide awake, and the other in a whole little world of his own, continued staring upwards at the stars, surrounding the midnight sky, all by themselves, together as one.

Ten minutes, or there around, Tyler wasn't sure, passed, when in reality it felt so much longer.

Tyler shuddered as Remi inexplicably and suddenly gasped for air, much too sudden for his liking, as the boy began coughing out loud, and seemingly indeed, struggling to breathe.

"Remi, dude, wake up!"

Remi coughed hard, as if his body was fighting the ultimate fight against the illness that seemed to ravage him, forcing him to wake up before it was too late, and it was then and there, that Tyler just couldn't SIT there anymore.

He took Remi's shoulders gently between him hands, and violently shook him.

"Come on, Remi...come on man, wake up! Dude...please...I can't fucking lose you, not now, please WAKE UP!"

Remi coughed once more, falling to his knees, all the while coughing out some phlegm as he did so. In his struggle to get back up, he completely tripped over his feet and fell forward, but at once, Tyler was there, holding him to him, holding him upwards, protecting his teammate as he so vowed to do, from now on.

"Ty...Tyler..." Remi croaked out, as he finally calmed down, both of his own hands holding on to Tyler as if his life depended on it.

"Ssshhhh...Relax, man...relax. I got you. I got you...I got you..."

Tyler hugged Remi to him, his arms caressing the latter's back as he tried hard as he could to make it all go away...to make it all alright.

Remi bravely choked back a few tears, before he groaned loudly, and instinctively it seemed, buried his face inside the crook of Tyler's solid embrace.

"Why...why does this keep happening...it's not fair...ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR!" he hissed out, with Tyler swallowing slowly, before holding Remi even tighter, as he allowed the boy to get it out, to get it ALL out.

Better out, than in, his father had always said.

Together both boys stood in the midnight darkness in unison, before Remi finally gave one last sniff, and withdrawing his face from Tyler's embrace.

A moment in time...a sudden freeze frame of emotion ran deep as both boys stared and totally became lost in each other's eyes. Saw their own reflections, within the irises of the other.

As if in a dream, no longer caring or even worrying of anyone saw them, Tyler blinked his eyes, and carefully, slowly reached upwards with his right arm, and solemnly placed the palm of his hand on Remi's cheek.

Remi croaked a slight moan from deep inside his throat, before he gently shook his head.

"We can't do this..." he whispered, but he made no effort to get away from Tyler either.

"I can...dude, I can't hide this anymore, it's fucking insane...you're...you're so..."

"...don't say it!"

"...so beautiful...you're so hot, it hurts my damn heart to even look at you..." Tyler whispered hoarsely, his thumb caressing Remi's skin.

Remi closed his eyes and leaned forward, as both their foreheads were touching.

Electricity once more BLASTED through both boys...both were feeling it, and it literally also scared them to death.

Remi sighed and softly, sarcastically smiled, before looking up at Tyler, unable to hide even his own admiration and adoration for his captain one second longer. It was pointless...a blind man in New Jersey could feel how he felt for Tyler, and vice versa.

Remi sniffed...

"It killed me being nasty to you. It literally killed me...I didn't wanna ever hurt you...I...I care about you way too much..." Remi finally said softly, and for the first time that night, he also reached up with his own hand, and placed it softly behind Tyler's head, curiously caressing his hair.

Tyler smiled. He was so happy. He felt as if his heart could quite happily burst right now...he could honestly die right here and he'd he happy as shit...he literally wanted this moment to last forever, and to NEVER end.

Tyler's eyes widened in sheer morbid fascination as they travelled over Remi's handsome features, and when he spoke it felt like the words was being said by a complete stranger, so damn lost was he in the sheer beauty of what he saw...

"When I saw you in that pool, man...holy shit Remi, I nearly lost it. All this time, I was being such a dick, and everyone was telling me what a fucking hero you are...I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

Remi leaned in, and before Tyler could react in any shape, or form, Remi's lips was on his own.

Tyler sighed with pent up emotion as both boys softly and slowly experienced their first ever kiss with another boy, nerves of steel running through both of them, as they had now officially tasted the so-called forbidden fruit and now would officially refuse to ever surrender to what SOCIETY wanted.

Remi broke the kiss and once more hugged Tyler to him, who returned the favour in a fucking instant. For a while, it was quiet between the boys, before Tyler lovingly, softly kissed Remi's blond hair.

"What happens now? What happens when he get back home?"

Remi sniffed once more, before looking up at his captain.

"I dunno. Gotta see what happens, I guess. I just...Tyler, I don't wanna lose this. Here, right now. I can't...not now that we have...you know."

Tyler winked at Remi, before licking his lips, and then suddenly Remi knew what was coming...as both boys moaned in unison one more time, as their second kiss deepened like never before.

And they knew...they KNEW, deep in their heart of hearts, that whatever happens from here on in, whatever challenges they may face when they get back home...

...that they will always, ALWAYS, have each other.

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Chapter 3 done and dusted...and MAN, that took a LOT outta me! LOL!

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