"Love, Trust, and Secrets"

Chapter 3-3

Twelve hours later, the blaring alarm clock woke him up. Not wanting to open his eyes, Tyler slammed the SNOOZE button. Dammit. Why couldn’t the clock just wait a couple more minutes? He opened one eye and peered down the bed at the tented sheet. He always woke with morning wood, but today’s seemed more like petrified wood than your everyday cedar. The cause of which was, no doubt, the dream he’d been having. His hand, currently wrapped around his c**k, continued to stroke.

He closed his eye and pulled the last image from his dream.

He was in a room he didn’t recognize. His hand on his c**k.

He tightened his grip, his hand moving at the same steady pace as set in his dream.

He wasn’t alone. He could feel someone watching him.

Tyler twisted his hand as he continued to move it up and down, both in reality and beyond.

It wasn’t enough. He called to the stranger, begged for his help. In a flash, the darkened figure removed Tyler’s hand and replaced it with his own. The stranger gripped tight, his pace steady and sure. Tyler cried out again, begging for more. The man increased his speed, his movements becoming fast and furious.

Tyler pushed his hips off the bed, pumping into his own hand at a riotous rate. He could feel the moment he went over.

Could see it in the man’s eyes.

He shot off like a volcano, c*m spewing on his stomach.

And on the other man’s hand.

With his eyes still scrunched closed, Tyler stayed still, letting the bliss continue to cocoon him.

Suddenly, the imaged cleared, the stranger’s face materialized to reveal not a stranger at all. It was Jarod.

Tyler’s drained c**k twitched, and he sat up. What the hell? Just then, the loud buzzing of his alarm filled the room.

Up and in the bathroom, Tyler turned on the shower, trying to get his mind to stop focusing on what’d happened. He was still stunned and a bit embarrassed. After everything Jarod had done for him, having the man star in Tyler’s dream made the whole event seem even more awkward.

The shock of the cold water was what he needed to escape from the dream. Frozen to the core, he washed as quickly as he could, then hopped out of the shower and checked his phone. He needed to hurry.

With less than thirty minutes to get to work, Tyler opted to take the cab the entire way. He arrived just in time, with his head clear, and feeling one hundred percent better than the day before.

Thankfully, the day zipped by. Before he knew it, it was well past lunchtime, and he was starving. The restaurant had been busy, and it was the first chance he had to take a break. He got his plate of food, then went to one of the tables in the back of the dining room to eat.

He watched a mom and little girl enjoy their dessert, slices from one of the restaurant’s famous chocolate lava cakes. Tyler couldn’t keep the smile from his face. The mom didn’t seem to care the child wore more of the cake than she got in her mouth. She smiled at her daughter as if the girl was the light in her heart.

Tyler’s chest ached. He hated the jealousy he felt but was unable to fight it. He carried a pain in his heart. His mom was gone forever. The loss was hard to deal with all on its own, but the way it had happened and the suddenness of it, along with the rumors now circulating, had taken an actual piece of Tyler.

He loved his mother and knew, without a doubt, she loved both him and his dad an equal amount. The fact anyone would question whether her accident had been suicide, threatened Tyler’s calm demeanor.

He slipped down the familiar black spiral. Before it could take hold, he peeked at the mother and daughter, choosing to bask in their happiness rather than let his own darkness take hold.

The girl saw him staring and gave him a chocolate-toothed smile. It’d been exactly what Tyler needed to get through the rest of the day.