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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER TEN
"TY! Ty, I'm open! TYLER! I'm fucking open!"
Remi sighed and slumped to the ground on his knees, as he saw Tyler pass the ball straight to Sammy of all fucking people, only for the before mentioned boy to lose possession of said ball the moment that he was surrounded by the defenders of the opposing team.
Sammy was a good soccer player, but unfortunately, defending wasn't his best quality when it came to soccer matches. Not by a fucking long shot.
Remi swore underneath his breath...he had been wide open...if only Tyler would have passed the ball to him instead of that asshole Sammy...he was convinced he would have scored. As a striker, he knew how to deal with defenders much better than what Sammy did, who was a midfielder by trade.
He saw the Coach going ballistic on the stands as he pointed towards them with both his arms raised...words coming out of his mouth that would immediately get him struck off the registrar...clearly angry as hell.
He must have realised exactly what Remi had...and the sly smirk on Sammy's face hurt even more, way more, than a lost opportunity to score in the second-last match of the regular soccer season.
At the end of the first half, Setchfield High was losing 2-1, with Remi on the score sheet as the sole person who had managed to put the ball in the back of the net for his school, and by that time, the latter really felt as if he wanted to quit the team and trash off home...and totally not for the first time in these recent weeks.
It wasn't the same anymore. It wasn't the same people he shared a team with any longer.
Miserable as sin, he kicked off his football boots as he entered the locker room, and ripped his shirt off, throwing it angrily towards the floor. He sat down in a huff and a half, his whole entire body shaking with pent up anger and wrongful emotion.
He closed his eyes the moment that he saw Sammy and Tyler enter the locker room as well, and as usual for two people who were dating, Sammy Shithead has his arm around his boyfriend.
Oh yeah...this was totally happening...Sammy and Tyler have been dating for over a month now, and those mere 35 and a half days...oh yeah, Remi had been counting, had been total and utter hell for the latter.
Tyler still, to this day, hadn't been able to get his memory back no matter how hard he tried...and even though Remi had done his best to convince Tyler how dangerous Sammy really was...and all that he had done to the two of them in the past, Tyler still only remembered that Sammy was his childhood best buddy...the kid who he grew up with...the kid who he could trust with his life...
...and in his mind, Remi Carter was still the boy he hated, even loathed with everything he had inside him.
Remi still had hope...still had the morbid belief that Tyler would one day wake up and sort of...just remember...if that were at all possible, of the love and the special relationship that they had once shared.
He missed Tyler, being with him, just holding him, with everything that he had in him. He never, ever believed those crazy ass love stories on Netflix and Amazon Prime that his mother always watched...of how two people could ever have a love THIS intense...
...and all of a sudden, he was the fucking living proof of it.
He loved Tyler...his heart literally breaking seeing the boy of his dreams with Sammy Shithead...being so happy at finally being able to be himself. He didn't even faintly remember anything that he had so beautifully shared with Remi...not a single kiss...not a single hug...there was just nothing there.
Remi stood up as Coach stormed into the locker room, his face as red and as angry as he had ever seen the big, mountain of a man, his fists clenched as his mouth was seething...Remi hadn't seen his mentor like this...not since that night where Tyler and Remi's kiss had been shown off at that movie night thing the school had given the students months ago. He was clearly pissed and pissed as hell.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? YOU'RE BUSY LOSING TO THE TEAM WITH THE WORST DEFENCE IN THIS LEAGUE? AND SOMEHOW, YOU'RE MAKING THEM LOOK LIKE PRIME BARCELONA OUT THERE!"
Tyler looked down, his lips pursed, as he dared to look over at Remi, but the latter defiantly didn't bother to even return the gesture. Tyler was an intelligent dude...he knew what he did wrong.
The coach turned towards Sammy...Remi's heart quickened instantly...if there was anyone that believed his story of what had happened to Tyler in the first place to having caused his memory loss to begin with, it was the Coach...it was him to had helped Tyler learn how to walk again every step of the way...he accompanied Tyler's parents to the physio every single fucking week, taking time out of his own schedule to make sure that his star player was getting the very best care there was.
Incredibly...thanks to Tyler Jackson's sheer determination and hard-fought patience, he finally managed to get up and running again. He still wasn't who he was before...but he was getting there. But between Remi and the Coach himself...they knew that it was Sammy Shithead who had gotten into his father's white BMW that horrible afternoon and literally drove over Tyler as if he was nothing but collateral damage.
The coach's eyes were literally spitting fire towards Sammy at that point and time, before he pointed directly to the boy with his index finger...
"You...you couldn't pass a fucking English exam, never mind passing the ball to either Tyler or Remi! But no...I can't take you out of the fucking team, because then your precious daddy will take away the money that he sponsors the school every month! What...you thought I didn't know that?"
Sammy blushed as his eyes were red with sudden embarrassment, as the snickering of teenage voices and laughter could now clearly be heard.
Tyler's eyes widened and so did those of all the boys in that locker room...even Remi's. They were used to by now, that the Coach was a total badass when it came to getting results and to coaching the team, but he had never...EVER...spoken to any of them the way that he had just did Sammy...
...the latter boy gulped, staring at the giggling, laughing boyish faces around him...before grimacing and slowly hardening his features...undergoing a complete and utter metamorphosis in the process...before looking the Coach defiantly in the eye...
"If that is the case, then you better keep playing me...Coach..." Sammy hissed out sarcastically, the threat in his voice very much evident for everyone to hear.
Coach smirked back, nodded and then turned towards Tyler.
"Jackson...in what universe do you choose to pass to a MIDFIELDER when we are behind in the game, and we need a goal? In case you didn't notice...or didn't want to notice, Remi was wide open! It would have been a fucking tap in if only you just used your brain, instead of your dick! Sammy can't be that good in bed, can he?"
If the laughter had been bad before, it had undergone a sheer evolution now, with nearly the entire team either, on the floor with intense, heavy laughter, holding their stomachs, some of them...certain other's hitting the floor with their fists as the coach spoke his peace.
Everyone in school and in town know knew that Sammy and Tyler were now an item...and to Remi's surprise, no one even so much as blinked an eye.
He knew that was what Tyler was afraid of most in the world before coming out...that he would have been rejected by his friends, his family...that his parents would literally throw him out of the house...
...he just so wished that Tyler would get his memory back so that he would realise just how loved and respected he really was.
Sammy literally took their own love story...Tyler and Remi's...and he had pissed all over it...taking credit for what happened way back at that football camping weekend...telling Tyler that it was THEY who fell in love...not Tyler and Remi.
And since Tyler could only remember a time where he detested Remi as a person...who would be obviously believe?
The coach stood up and walked over towards the entrance of the locker room, so that he had a clear view of every boy in the team. He sighed, and placed his hands on his hips.
"Boys...we are SO close to winning that fucking championship this season! We only need FOUR points to clinch the title for the first time in this school's history! We are SO CLOSE! We need a win and a draw...that's it...and we have done it. So please...I know this team are full of personal issues...but COME ON! LET'S GO AND DO THIS!"
As the boys got re-dressed for the second half, the Coach signalled to Tyler and Remi to say behind, as he wanted a private word with them. Sammy stood aside, reluctantly at that, but he made no move to join the rest of the team outside on the pitch.
The coach started to speak, before he saw that Sammy was still within ear shot.
"What part of alone...don't' you understand, Caldwell?" he thundered out, before his fists were clenched tightly one more time.
"Whatever Coach...I ain't going anywhere without my boyfriend. And you can't make me," Sammy smirked as he openly defied the coach.
Clearly, with a mere two games to go in the season, he didn't give a shit how he spoke to him, clearly having no respect for the man anymore.
Coach's eyes narrowed severely before he licked his lips...
"And why is that? Scared that I might tell Tyler something you don't want him to hear?"
Sammy visibly whitened just a tad, before he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"I'll wait outside for you, Ty..." he said softly, shooting both Remi and the coach complete and utter death stares in the process, before he turned around and ran outside towards the pitch.
Satisfied that Sammy was now gone, Coach turned around and faced the two boys, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead as he did so.
"Tyler...you have got to talk to Sammy...he is getting impossible to be around, never mind to actually coach...regardless of that, I know there are some...issues between the two of you, but on the pitch out there, you are teammates! Strike partners! You have GOT to fucking trust each other! I need the two of you to actually communicate!"
Tyler looked over towards Remi, and he sighed. He didn't wanna be that guy...he didn't wanna be a jerk towards anyone, especially after what had happened to him only weeks ago...he could have died when that car drove him over that afternoon...
...but that voice message that Remi had played to him all those weeks ago...a WhatsApp voice note that he had sent to Remi the day of the accident...in which he had told Remi that he loved him...
...those few words had literally been flooding through his brain nonstop ever since he had heard it.
For the life of him, he couldn't ever comprehend himself ever actually kissing Remi Carter...being in love with him...it just didn't seem possible! They hated each other! With a mad passion! And now all of a sudden...he was supposed to believe that they were so incredibly in love with each other as Remi was saying...
...on the other hand, Sammy was saying the exact same thing.
When he had told Sammy about the voice note that Remi had played him, Sammy immediately laughed it off as something that Remi must have doctored or manipulated to sound that way...and he was way more inclined to believe his lifelong best friend than he was Remi Carter...sorry, but that was just the way that things were.
"Yes, Coach. I'll try. I promise. This team means everything to me!" Tyler said out loud, his eyes full of teenage determination and lustre, before he once more took a side swipe at Remi's direction, the latter boy just nodding, having totally understood the coach's orders.
The coach hesitated for a few seconds, before he placed a solid, huge hand on both of the boy's shoulders, and giving it a slight squeeze, sighing once more.
"Good. Now get out there and bloody well practice what you preach!"
**
"Tyler! Over here!"
Tyler looked up, with the ball securely at his feet, before swiftly passing it towards Remi.
Remi caught the ball with sheer precision, before he thundered over towards the opposition goal in full force. The home crowd was getting more and more angsty and even more excited as Remi's quick as lightning speed made it near damn impossible for the defenders to catch him, before he cunningly took a shot at goal with a deep roar from inside his teenage chest...
SAVED! FUCK!
The crowd roared with sheer disappointment before Remi shook his head, wiping copious amounts of sweat out of his eyes, and tried to see where the ball was...before he ran straight into Sammy Shithead himself.
"Watch where you're going, you fucking idiot!" Sammy hissed nastily over towards him, before his eyes lit up as both boys saw that Duncan had managed to get the ball back for Setchfield with some amazing last ditch defending just before the opposing team could score a goal.
Duncan, with his big, bulky stature, powered forward, lacing the ball on a pedestal for Jordan, who swiftly countered it over towards the onrushing Sammy. Sammy got the ball at his feet, and with Remi right beside him, Tyler was suddenly nowhere to be seen.
Remi quickly looked backwards and saw that Tyler was being blocked off from the opposing school's defenders to stop him to getting forward...meaning it was suddenly only Sammy and himself...with only the goalkeeper to beat. And Sammy wasn't a striker.
Sammy rushed forwards, the soccer ball hopping closer to the goal with EVERY step that he took. They were getting ever so closer to the target, and Remi could see that the goalkeeper, at least for the moment, was focussed on only Sammy and Sammy alone...
"Sammy, pass it! Pass it to me! I'm faster, I'm open! He'll never see it coming! Sammy! Pass the fucking ball!"
Remi could just as well have been talking to the blotches of sand on the pitch...Sammy sure wasn't listening to anything that Remi had to say. Remi kept up with Sammy every step of the way, in the hope that he could in fact pass the ball to him, even at the last minute, but to no avail.
Sammy shot at goal and surprise, surprise...the goalkeeper was more than ready for said shot and saved it with the ultimate of ease.
"JESUS! I told you to pass the fucking ball! We're gonna lose this before of you! Fuck you, Sammy! You fucking piece of shit!" Remi thundered towards Sammy, but this outburst meant to him at least, far more than just a dumb old soccer game.
This was personal...this was deep and dark and much too close to home...this was the boy who had taken away EVERYTHING from him. This was the boy who had ruined his relationship with Tyler, who had driven over him in his father's BMW because he was too scared of what Tyler knew...he had LIED and SCHEMED his way straight into Tyler's heart...
...and suddenly Remi Carter had, had more than enough.
He launched himself at Sammy, the boy clearly not expecting it, still with a grin on his face from hearing Remi's desperate words, the latter boy flinging his teammate to the ground, and starting to beat the shit out of him.
Every single punch, every hit that managed to make contact with Sammy's face was like an orgasm of note to Remi...he didn't care what happened after this. He didn't care! He had already lost EVERYTHING that he loved in this world...he had nothing left anyway.
Big rough hands pulled him away from Sammy like a magnet towards a crowbar, as the Coach violently shoved Remi aside and immediately checked on Sammy. He was bleeding profusely, and he was going to have the mother of all shiners in a few hours, but for the most part he was okay. Remi's chest heaved with anger, his eyes were red and fierce...until he saw Tyler running straight towards him.
"You okay? Did he hurt you?" Tyler asked, his eyes fluttering over Remi's handsome features and beautiful blond hair, before he glanced over at Sammy, who was still acting and screaming out in "pain" as if he had just been in an F1 car that had caught fire.
"I'm fine. Check on your fucking boyfriend. He needs you more than me," Remi spat out, his voice breaking as he did so...but he was done.
He was more than done with this...all of this...the unfairness of it all...Sammy clearly now playing for attention, clearly making a much bigger deal of what happened just to see how badly he could punish Remi for daring to do this...
...he turned away. The last thing he wanted to see was Tyler fussing over Sammy like all the others were.
"None of this is my fucking fault, you know that, right?"
Remi turned around as he heard Tyler's voice speak out, before he narrowed his eyes and walked straight up to the boy he loved with all his sixteen-year-old heart.
"I know it's not. But he has been begging for a fucking beating and that's what he got! I can't take this anymore, Tyler! I just can't! I love you...more than I have ever loved anyone and you don't remember any of that, I'm forced to see you flaunting whatever you have with Sammy in my face every fucking day..."
Tyler looked back at Sammy, who was now on a stretcher...my god...Remi didn't even come close to hurting his legs...before he looked back at his former boyfriend.
"I love Sammy. I always have. If you love me, like you say you do, don't you wanna see me happy?"
Remi smirked sarcastically, before he placed both his hands inside his pockets, his heart quickening as he saw the referee coming ever so closer, complete with that surely looked like a red card inside his left hand...
"Funnily enough I do, Ty. But yeah. I hope when you remember one day...you know...everything we had...I really hope that I'd still be around. Because right now...I'm seriously thinking about changing schools."
Tyler's eyes widened just a tad, before the referee marched past him, and lifted up his hand...brandishing that devastating red card towards Remi, meaning he was sent off and Setchfield now had to play the remainder of the game with only ten players.
"I'll see ya around, Tyler," Remi said sadly, as he shook his head and turned around to drag his tired body towards the locker room.
He hadn't walked a mere five steps towards his destination, before he heard it...
"Rem?"
Remi stood still...as if he had imagined Tyler saying his name...
"Hey, Rem!"
A flood of goosebumps spread across his skin...he definitely heard it that time.
He turned around...and faced Tyler directly.
"You...you called me Rem..."
Tyler shrugged and wiggled his nose.
"So? That is your name, isn't it?"
Remi shook his head, before he came a little closer towards Tyler. He felt as if his heart was by now quite literally stuck inside his throat...this felt huge...this felt real, so real...
"No...no, you don't fucking understand, you never called me that...not before we started dating...only then you did, I used to hate it at first...dude...you called me Rem...that has got to mean somet..."
Tyler backed off immediately, with both his hands suddenly stretched out in front of him, as if he was scared or disgusted by Remi's mere presence before him.
"Wow...chill the fuck out! It just came out of my mouth, it didn't mean shit! I just wanted to ask you if you would be okay going back alone, but geez...talk about melodrama...get a life, man!" he shouted, before shaking his head and running back towards where Sammy now was able to actually stand on his own two feet.
Remi nearly sunk to the ground at hearing all of this...but his heart told him a different story.
Suddenly there was hope again...if only a smidgeon of hope...if only a sprinkle of hope...
Tyler had NEVER called him "Rem" before they started dating.
And what's more...inside Tyler's mind, they never did in the first place.
Why would he do that now?
Was it just coincidence, like he had said?
A slip of the tongue?
Or was there something more?
God...he really hoped so.
**
With only a mere two weeks before the school could close for the December holidays and the Christmas period, the school offered an End of Year party to all students, parents, if they wanted to attend to make sure their little monsters didn't drink too much booze...as If that would stop them from sneaking it in...and of course the teachers as well, to thank everyone for a job well done throughout the year of 2022.
Tyler and Sammy sat together on the morning of the party, still planning what to do for the holidays, what, with both their father's way too busy at their respective jobs for the two families to actually get away somewhere. Tyler had his head laid securely in Sammy lap, the latter boy resting his back against the sofa and lovingly running his fingers through Tyler's hair.
"We could borrow one of our parent's cars and go to the beach for a few days," Tyler murmured, his eyes closed at the solid good feeling of Sammy caressing his hair.
He could sense Sammy smiling ever before he replied.
"That will be awesome...haven't been to the beach in ages. You remember when we were little? We used to go every fucking Sunday afternoon! Your dad would drive us and Jess out there and we'd have the time of our lives!"
Tyler nodded and smiled as he did so, thinking back.
"And I'd always build bigger sandcastles than both of you! That's one thing you could never beat me in! Fuck, you remember those yummy rum and raisin ice cream cones they always sold there?"
Sammy inwardly groaned as he held Tyler more tight than before.
"Sure do! I used to gobble up two of those babies at a time! More often than not make a huge mess on my clothes and then my dad would..."
Tyler opened his eyes as he realised that Sammy was suddenly quiet as hell. He could hardly hear the boy breathing any more. He lifted up his head from Sammy's lap before he placed his right arm around his buddy and lover.
"Hey...what's the matter now? Did I say something wrong?"
Sammy sniffed, before a single tear rolled down his left cheek, and he willed himself to look straight at Tyler.
"Nah...nothing you can do about anyway. I just...I just wish we were still that age, you know? Like have no worries, or responsibilities or homework or shit happening in our lives that we have like, no control over..."
Tyler leaned into Sammy's personal orbit and allowed his forehead to lean against that of his best friend, and boyfriend, before he reached out and caressed the side of Sammy's face with his hand.
"You have me. You'll always have me. You gotta remember that, okay?" Tyler whispered solemnly before he kissed Sammy once more, the latter lingering within the kiss to make it last as long as possible, before he heard Sammy sigh.
"I don't think you realise just how much I...I just...whatever I do or whatever I did...it was all because I feel for you, the way I have never felt for anyone before. I always used to date as many girls as fucking possible...fuck them and leave them, you know me...and the reason for that was because the person I wanted most of all, just wasn't gay...or at least, I didn't think he was gay."
Tyler sat back as Sammy pulled him into a fierce hug, the latter boy nearly crushing him in the process, as he shuddered...feeling Sammy's warm breath inside the crook of his neck, as the latter kissed his skin over and over, and over.
"No matter what happens...or what anyone says, Tyler...I...I fucking love you, dude. I always have...and I always fucking will. Just...just promise me you'll always remember that, okay? Promise me, Ty!"
Tyler nodded, as he held Sammy to him, his mind all over the place. What the fuck was going on...he had known Sammy for ages, and he has NEVER seen him like this! This...this insecure, this vulnerable....
...this scared.
Sammy kissed his neck once more, before he looked upwards, to the point where he was eyeball-to-eyeball with Tyler, before leaning in and kissing him so hard that it almost bruised both of Tyler's lips. The intensity and passion coming from within Sammy's love making and caresses scared even Tyler himself, before he felt the latter's fingers starting to fidget with his limp teenage cock.
"Sammy...what...what are you doing, dude?" he managed to croak out before he hissed with unexpected sexual pleasure...as he felt his clothed dick being touched, caressed and stroked ever so lovingly by his best friend...
"I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago...I wanna taste that monster of yours..." Sammy whispered, the fire in his eyes for all the world to see, as he leaned down once more and placed a solid kiss on Tyler's lips, before he slid off the couch and knelt before Tyler on his knees.
"Dude...I've wanted to do this ever since the sixth grade..." Sammy whispered, his eyes firmly on the bulge inside Tyler's shorts that was growing and pulsing more and more by the mere minute.
Tyler hissed his approval as if in inside his own absolute awe, Sammy reached out and grabbed the sides of the before mentioned shorts, and dragged them down just a little, so much so that Tyler's half hard boy cock manoeuvred its way out of its prison, slapping the bottom half of his stomach so hard that it's owner actually moaned out loud.
Sammy positively purred like a new born kitten as the teenage phallus lied in wait for his greedy little hands to get its paws all over the sheer impressive piece of meat for a sixteen-year-old boy, six and a half inches at least and average thickness to boot...Tyler Jackson was literally a walking orgasm.
Sammy licked his lips, and looked upwards at Tyler, who still seemed as if he was inside some kind of trance, of course, having received a blowjob before, but that was from Remi...which he obviously didn't even remember getting in the first place. Sammy leaned down and placed his lips against the length and the thickness of Tyler's dick, sighing inwardly as he felt the warm flesh ripe and oh...so hard underneath his own skin. He lapped up the rest of the length with his lips before he simply couldn't wait any more.
He had waited ten agonizingly long years...he wasn't prepared to wait even a second longer.
With a desperate lunge of his wet, gobby mouth, he leaned down and took the head of Tyler's teenage cock inside his mouth. Tyler yelped above him, his entire groin feeling like it was inside of the warmest, most intense fire imaginable, his cock felt like it was literally covered in that moment, underneath the darkest of melted chocolate possible.
Sammy closed his eyes and tired his best not to scrape the flesh with his teeth, as his own fire inside his chest and inside his heart threatened to rage right out of control.
This is why he did it...this is why he felt he needed to lie...this is why he didn't fucking hesitate in telling Tyler, the moment that he realised the boy had lost his memory...this is why he felt like he needed to make a move...because he literally couldn't STAND seeing Tyler with anyone else except himself.
Fuck Remi Carter...FUCK HIM! Tyler was his, and his alone! Now and for fucking ever!
He gulped down the pre cum that was seemingly flowing from Tyler's flaring open piss slit like lava from Krakatoa, he smiled around the cock as he tasted the sweet, saury goodness that was Tyler's pre cummy juices...his mouth and lips was busy doing a hell of a job on that sixteen year old meat, and he felt like he could do this for the rest of his fucking life...he loved Tyler...beyond ANYTHING that he had ever felt.
Tyler himself was in a total other world of his own. All of this suddenly...even the moves, the feels, the way Sammy used his tongue and his lips to create suction around his flaring cockhead...he knew that he had never experienced oral sex in his life before...
...so why was all of this suddenly so...so familiar? So recent? So fucking weird, that it literally felt like it was a severe case of extreme dejavu?
He felt Sammy's fingers and finally his entire open palm caress his balls, and he sunk his entire back downwards in the pleasure that he was getting. What teenage boy didn't love getting his dick sucked and his balls played with? There it was again! Tyler opened his eyes...reached down and caressed Sammy's hair in sheer ecstasy...
...where were all these feelings now coming from? Why did this not feel like the first time that he was doing this...and doing this with another boy at that?
His cock shuddered with the effects of having warm wet lips slashed across its surface time and again...his balls were like juggling pallets inside the warm palm of Sammy's hand. He felt Sammy reach up with his free left hand and caress his six pack abs, growling a sheer raw ruckus from deep inside his throat, telling Tyler how much he was into this.
Tyler felt his balls boiling...there was only so much that a teenage boy could stand after having his genitals slobbered over for the first time ever...he arched his back and as in inside sheer morbid instinct, he raked his fingers through Sammy's brown hair...holding his face towards his groin like a vice.
"Gonna cum dude...gonna blow dude..." Tyler managed to croak out of his tired, emotionally scarred voice, as he looked down and all that he saw was a head bobbing up and down his dick like a fucking Jack in a Box that simply wouldn't...couldn't stop until he had gotten what he so desperately craved...Tyler Jackson's sperm.
"Did you...geez did you hear me? Dude, I'm gonna blow!"
Sammy smiled and just quickened his pace. If anything else...he needed this...he craved this. It was like he needed Tyler's cum to fucking survive.
Tyler at this point and time, was gone. He was done. there was no way he himself was in charge of his own body anymore. His hormones had completely, totally kidnapped him and placed themselves in charge. He face-fucked Sammy's mouth for good measure before he launched his body upwards...
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...Jesus Remi...Remi...I love you, dude...Oh fuck Remi...yes Remiiiiii...."
Tyler's cock exploded like it had NEVER done in all its sixteen years on this God's green earth of ours...globs and globs...more and more thick potent blobs of white boy protein was launched straight...
...not into the mouth of Sammy...
...but onto his face.
For some reason his lips wasn't on his dick any more.
Over and over and over...until his handsome features were nothing but a wet, cummy, slimy mess.
Tyler's eyes were closed...his chest was heaving up and down at a ferocious pace...his cock didn't soften in any state or form...still as rock hard as It has been all this time...before he finally succeeded in getting his heart rate...equalling that of a fucking garden mouse right then...under control, before he tiredly slumped against the couch...finally opening his eyes and looking at his best friend.
Sammy wasn't looking back at him, however.
He was standing to the side...armed with a load of tissues that Tyler's mother had always kept on the coffee table in the middle of the living room for anyone to use for whatever reason...and he was busy wiping his face the hell clean...
Tyler finally regained possession of his own body, leaving his hormones firmly in their place, before he gently sat up and focussed on Sammy...who was very quiet...deathly quiet and he angrily, even as far as viciously, continued to discard and use one tissue after the other.
"Sammy?"
No answer.
Tyler gingerly stood up, his legs still in a state of shock after that powerful fucking orgasm he had minutes before, before pulling his shorts upwards over his still, wet quivering cock, slowly walking over towards Sammy...placing his hand softly on the boy's shoulder.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Sammy powered away from Tyler so fast, that the latter almost felt like his arm was getting ripped from his body...Sammy was pissed...really fucking pissed...and Tyler literally had no idea what he had done or what had just happened to have caused this.
He saw the discarded tissues heaping on the floor...was it that? Oh geez...
"Dude...I told you I was gonna blow...Dude, come on, don't be mad, I fucking told you, I'm sorry, I was totally heaped up in the moment..."
Sammy finally turned around...all traces of Tyler's spent cum now removed from his face good and proper. He angrily threw the final wet piece of tissue tumbling to the floor, before he turned around and HIT the living room wall so hard and so much of pent-up emotion, that his swollen knuckles actually started to bleed out.
"Sammy! What the fuck, man? Chill the fuck out, what the hell is wrong with you?" Tyler yelled out, shockingly, running towards the wall to check for any damage...so much the pain and the anger that went into that punch that he himself actually FELT it...only for Sammy to turn him around and push Tyler towards the floor.
Tyler laid on the ground in utter shock and confusion...and he looked upwards at his supposed best friend. Something was wrong...something was horribly wrong...
"Sammy...dude, let's just...I dunno, let's talk about this..."
"TALK! It's too fucking late for talk! Don't you even realise what you just did? Are you that far gone? What you said when you fucking came all over my face? Do you? You fucking bastard!"
Tyler stood up, as quick as he could...this person before him...this boy who he had known for ten long years...ever since they were in Kindergarten together as little, teeny tiny boys...
...in all the years that he had known Sammy...respected him, loved and cared for him like a brother...he had NEVER, ever seen the boy looking like the sheer monster he saw before him now.
"Sammy...just...just calm down, okay?"
Sammy rolled his eyes and balled his already bleeding fists.
"CALM DOWN? Are you fucking kidding me? After everything...after everything I thought we meant to each other! After all this time...and you STILL shout out HIS name when you fucking came! Why, Tyler? Why?"
Sammy stopped for a much-needed breather, before his eyes flashed murder once more...
"Is that it? Did you get your fucking memory back? Do you remember that you actually love that blond faggot instead of me? Have you been lying to me all this time? To get me back for lying to you? Because WHY else would you do that to me?"
**
Tyler froze.
It was like he had heard, physically heard and registered everything that Sammy was saying...but it was like it didn't wanna actually sink in.
By this time, Sammy had tears rolling down his face...blood dripping from his knuckles and rapidly at that, but it was as if he didn't even feel or realise it.
"After EVERYTHING I have done...you still want him? You STILL WANT HIM! What the fuck does Remi Carter have, that I don't? TELL ME!"
Tyler swallowed. Slowly...very slowly.
He suddenly felt faint...as if he was dizzy...but more than dizzy...incredibly dizzy...
Sammy didn't even notice Tyler sitting down and holding his head between both of his hands...he was way too far gone for that.
"I have loved you...I have FUCKING WORSHIPPED you from day one! I thought, okay...Tyler ain't gay...he's dating Jess...so I'll just take the pain away by fucking my way through the entire school of girls...anything has to be better than nothing, right? Because in this fucked up town...being gay is a mortal sin!"
Tyler moaned as his brain felt like it was on fire, images and moments and people and shadows blinded his eyes until he felt like he had to close both of them in sheer agony, his heart beating a million miles a fucking minute...
"And then...fucking hell...I see you and that blond fucker making out. Jesus, Tyler! I was right here...I was right here all this time! All those years! Why didn't you ever...ever come to me? We would have been so happy...we would have fought Setchfield and all their bigot fuckers together as one person! I LOVE YOU! Why him? WHY REMI CARTER!?"
Tyler crunched forward as the blinding pain inside his frontal lobes got way too worse to actually even TRY and control. He doubled over onto the floor...
...and only then, Sammy realised that something was wrong...incredibly wrong with the boy he had known virtually all his life.
"Tyler? TY!" he cried out, or tried to, his voice by now absolutely shattered into pieces, before he knelt before Tyler and felt the boy was burning up, and quickly at that.
Tyler looked up, he opened his eyes...which was a challenge and a half itself, before he looked straight into the eyes of Sammy...
...Sammy...
...Sammy laughing at him when the movie screen was displaying himself and Remi kissing to the entire school...
...Sammy calling him "Mon Capitaine" like he always did...
...Sammy admitting to him that he always liked him way more as a friend...
...Sammy spiking Remi's drink at the weekend team building camp...
...Sammy and his father, together in his bedroom...with Uncle Richard's mouth lapping at his son's cock juices in quick succession...
The pain was suddenly UNBEARABLE!
"GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY NOW!" he shouted, blistering his way upwards and getting as far away from Sammy as humanly possible.
He started at his best friend in sheer horror...as if he was now really seeing him for the very first time.
That heavy, celestial black curtain of dimness and darkness was suddenly WIPED from the front of his eyes...his chest heaved as images, flashes, memories, happiness and laughter came storming back to him like a fucking riot inside a South African township.
His love for Remi...his incredible feelings for that boy blasted through his blood, blasted through his veins more powerfully than EVER before as he remembered every single detail, just saying his name inside his mind made him WARM UP instantly...
...their first kiss...him helping Remi through his sleep apnea...how he had sat with him every step of the way that night when Remi was sleep walking...when they finally admitted to each other how they felt...
...the immense, the GIGANTIC fire inside his heart as he realised...
...Remi Carter was telling the truth all along.
It had only taken about two months...
...but he was back to being Tyler Jackson...
...the REAL Tyler Jackson...at last.
Suddenly there was nothing to fear. He now knew how things really went down.
And he also knew...he also remembered...exactly who had run him over that horrible afternoon.
**
Tyler cleared his throat and slowly walked over towards Sammy Shithead...as he and Remi had always laughingly referred to the boy before the accident ever happened...and stopped when he was right before him.
He looked him DEEP in the eyes.
"You...you miserable piece of shit!"
Sammy snapped back into reality as he knew what was coming long before Tyler actually did it...
...Tyler had just SPAT on him. Right in his face. The droplets of drool and spent up snot slime literally rolled off his cheeks.
Sammy shrieked in fear as Tyler grabbed his shirt, and pushed him up violently against the same wall that he had brutally attacked only a few short minutes before.
"If you ever...EVER get near me or Remi again...so help me God...I dunno what I'll fucking do! I'll fucking END YOU! You lied to me! You were my BEST FRIEND! Why didn't you just tell me the truth!" he yelled in sheer disgust, still holding Sammy with all his might, despite the boy's best efforts to make a break for it.
Sammy wasn't saying anything, in the end he wasn't even struggling against Tyler any more in trying to get away...he just merely and hopelessly hung there...when he realised and accepted that Tyler was just too strong for him...he just...hung there like a fucking rag doll...simply too tired and too wasted to actually fight back.
Tyler finally released Sammy...the latter tumbling towards the floor, where he stayed silent for a few fair moments, before he slowly, seemingly, forced his body to actually get up, and it was a broken face...a broken soul...and Tyler knew...Tyler knew...it was also a broken heart, that was staring back at him.
"Tyler...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Sammy whispered, before he sighed and walked slowly towards the front door of the Jackson household.
"Oh...and Sammy?"
Sammy stood still, but he didn't turn around. He just...once more...stood there...in total defeat and resignation.
Tyler walked a few steps closer...before he cleared his throat.
"Thanks. Yeah...I have to say thanks. You know why?"
Still no movement whatsoever from Sammy...before Tyler smirked and continued...
"Your little tantrum finally helped me remember...dunno how, but it did. I can remember now calling out Remi's name when I...well you were there. I don't need to fucking repeat it. Anyway...What I meant is, I'll always choose Remi. I love Remi. And what you did...unforgivable dude. Me and you...we're done. WE ARE DONE!"
Tyler walked to the front of the house, and opened the door, and held it open, signalling for Sammy to get the fuck out.
Sammy was motionless, absolutely completely and utterly drained...it seemed like all the joy, all the life...all the HUMAN he still had inside him...was suddenly and inexplicably gone. It was like the body was there...but there was nothing...whatsoever, inside of it...a raw, naked empty shell of a person that was just...merely drifting along because people had told it to.
Sammy walked out of the house and out of Tyler's life, without once looking back, and he nearly was close to where he had earlier parked his bike, when he froze at Tyler's words...
"And tell your father...tell your father that I'm gonna rat out his ass to the cops as soon as my parents get back from work...he should have done a better job when he ran me over! He's gonna fucking pay for what he did to me!"
**
Tyler ran.
He fucking ran as fast as his legs could, still in their desperately fragile state, could seem to carry him.
He needed to see Remi.
He needed to see him now.
Blasting, groaning...tired as hell, he launched himself into Remi's street the moment that he turned into the shallow lane. Just a few more houses...just a few more minutes...
Finally, he had arrived...but he had no strength left inside his legs.
He tumbled over before he could get to the front door, his iPhone had been smashed to shit during the accident...and he had totally forgotten to take his new one that his father had gotten him along with him...he so desperately wanted to see Remi, now that he remembered...now that he was back to who he really was.
"REMI! REM! REMI!" he shouted, in sheer pain and agony, his legs now really burning up with the speed that he had used...his legs never ready for all these efforts in a million years...
"REMI! JESUS...REMI!"
Finally, after what felt like ages, the front door opened, and there he was...
...holy fucking shit...
...there he was.
Tyler tried to smile...even as tired and as hurt as he was...he still lit up every single time he saw this beautiful soul...this beautiful creature standing before him.
Remi froze at first, I mean it wasn't every day you saw the most popular guy in school laying in a heap on your lawn, was it...before the life actually returned to his limbs, seeing Tyler flat out on the grassy area in front of his house.
"Tyler...what the hell...how...what's wrong...how did you even get here? What the hell is going on?" he shrieked, all at the same time, as he knelt in front of Tyler, his eyes all over the boy of his dreams.
Tyler tried to get up, and he managed to sit up straight, both his legs still in a mountain of pain, before he grabbed both of Remi's hands inside his very own.
"Shut up...just fucking shut up and kiss me!"
Remi's eyes widened. His mouth opened slightly, his lips were dry as the day was long...and his fingers trembled inside the warm ones belonging to Tyler.
"What...what did you just say?" he whispered...so softly that Tyler almost didn't hear him.
Tyler smiled...his eyes virtually a mixture of fireworks going off with FINALLY being with the boy...the real boy that he loved so very much. He winked at Remi, before he himself leaned in, and solemnly placed his lips on to that of the latter.
Together again...Remi and Tyler...sworn enemies at the start of their journey...only to discover that they had found a gem for life, inside the heart of the other.
Tyler finally released the kiss, and leaned his forehead onto Remi's...the smile on his face as huge as the Kalahari desert itself.
"What...what is this...I hope it's not some kind of sick joke, because that's mean..." Remi said...his eyes watering slightly as he stared deeply into Tyler's own.
Tyler shook his head, still smiling.
"I remember...I remember, Rem! Jesus...I finally fucking remember...I remember everything...dude...Oh my God...I love you...I love you so much...just please...never...never leave me again. Did you hear me? Did you hear me, Remi Carter? I fucking love you!"
It was then that Remi couldn't stop his tears anymore. It flowed out of him like a waterfall in springtime...with no chance of stopping any time soon.
"I waited...so fucking long...you idiot...I never gave up...I never gave up hope, and here you are..." he whispered back, hugging Tyler to him with a fierce loving grip, careful not to hurt him.
"I'll fucking never let you go again...love you..." Tyler whispered back, burying his face inside the brook of Remi's neck.
**
Three weeks had passed.
Tyler had finally managed to get up the guts to go to the police and tell them that it was in fact Sammy's father, Richard Caldwell, who had driven him over that afternoon, causing him to lose his memory, and what turned out, to be the temporary usage of his legs.
No one could dispute Tyler's word against the denials of Richard himself...Tyler was the victim and he had clearly identified his attacker. However, where was still a trial waiting, and Richard had been let out on bail, until that trial would eventually commence. Like Tyler's dad said...that's unfortunately how the legal system worked in South Africa...Tyler's word carried a lot of weight, but it was now for a judge to decide.
No one had heard anything from Sammy in all these weeks that had passed ever since Tyler had chased him away from his house like a dog...and he preferred it that way. Like he told Jess...if Sammy had just told him the truth right from the off, all of this might have been avoided. He believed Sammy...over Remi, because that's what his brain was telling him to do, at the time.
It was nearly Christmas, and so Tyler and Jess found themselves inside the rush that was the late shopping ongoings. Tyler was determined to find Remi the perfect present, and he already knew what was going to get. Remi's favourite soccer team, which was also his own, Manchester United of England, had a sale on their authentic shirts that had been imported from the UK.
Remi had always wanted a real, genuine Man United shirt, but he also accepted that he would never really soon, be able to afford one that was not fake. Tyler grinned like a seven-year-old boy as he hooked the shirt from the railing and told the sales assistant to wrap it up neatly, paying extra to have it gift wrapped as well.
"That thing is R800! Are you crazy?" Jess whispered as the saw the price tag that was removed from the shirt by the cashier.
Tyler smirked at her and pumped out his chest.
"Crazy in love, yes!" he whispered back, the glee evident inside his eyes.
**
"Rem...I haven't heard anything from you since this morning...I'm starting to get worried as hell...please message me or call me? Love you."
Tyler frowned as allowed his brand-new iPhone to slip from his grasp, having it slide into the depths of the couch, before he sat down himself.
It wasn't like Remi to just...not reply to his messages. Not at all, and especially not these days, where they were thick as thieves...Jess once mentioned they were like fucking Siamese twins...where the one was, the other was sure as hell to follow.
Tyler sighed. He was really getting worried now...he hadn't heard from Remi since this morning, and even that was just after nine. He said that he had some family visiting, that they hadn't seen in a long time, and his mother had ordered him to stay home and actually spend some time with them since they had come all this way...but he hasn't been online on WhatsApp even once since.
Hours later, just as the sun was going down, he had tried to call Remi multiple times, but with no luck. It was like Remi had just vanished from the face of the earth.
Tyler proceeded to eat dinner with his family, but he didn't bother to tell them anything. There was probably a whole fucking innocent explanation why Remi was MIA like he was now...what the fuck ever it was, it better be good. He was worried as hell.
It was after eleven that his phone finally rang, and the caller ID on the bright LED screen showed that it was indeed Remi.
With a lunge towards his phone, Tyler smiled excitedly and answered as quick as he could...
"Rem! Jesus, man where have you been all day! I missed you like fucking crazy!"
Complete and utter silence followed on the other end...Tyler frowned...he checked if his phone had enough signal bars of network, before he tried again...
"Remi? Dude, you there?"
The voice that finally spoke back to Tyler petrified him beyond belief...
"Hey, Mon Capitaine."
Jesus...
Tyler closed his eyes...that nasty feeling that he had all day...that something was terribly...horribly wrong...
He swallowed slowly, before he opened his eyes and pursed his lips.
"What have you done with Remi? Where the hell is he?"
He could have sworn that Sammy's voice was sounding the exact same way as it did the previous time that he saw him...no life...no joy...no surge or anything...just merely a tone that needed to exist.
"Your fucking boyfriend is fine. Come down to the school. At the soccer pitch. If you want to see him again, you'll fucking do as I say."
Even when making threats, Sammy's words were empty and lifeless...
"If you fucking hurt him...Sammy, I swear...hello? SAMMY? BASTARD!"
There was no time...if he took his dad's car, they would hear him do so and realise some shit was going on. No...no, he could handle Sammy. Just do what he wants...because he obviously has done something to Remi...only he didn't know what it was. But knowing Sammy these days...and how he has changed...anything was fucking possible.
Tyler quickly grabbed his phone and stuck it into the back pocket of his jeans, before he left his room, before checking whether or not his parents were both in bed, which thank god, they were. He quickly and quietly manoeuvred his way downstairs and managed to sneak out the front door without making much noise, if any at that.
Once he was outside, he started to run...he didn't care that his legs still weren't quite ready for a full-blown dash to the school.
He didn't care.
All that he cared about now...was the boy he loved with all his heart.
"I'm coming, Rem...you just hold on..." he whispered to himself, and he sped up towards the school.
**
"SAMMY? Where the fuck are you? Come out here, you fucking coward! REMI? Where the hell are you, dude?"
Tyler heaved as he stopped for some much-needed breath. He was finally at the school, and for some reason...he had his suspicions how and why...but the gates leading to the soccer pitch was wide open...as if someone actually WANTED him to get in there this late, after hours.
Where the hell was Sammy? Where the hell was Remi?
As Tyler made his way onto the pitch itself, suddenly the floodlights opened, and fast at that, momentarily blinding Tyler, as he shielded his eyes against the bright neon lights which was by now cascading themselves all over the pitch, but before he could do or say anything...before he could even react in any way, shape or form...
he felt something very hard...very cold...
...pressing solidly against his back.
"Sammy...Sammy, Jesus, what is that, what the fuck are you doing?" he shrieked...realising exactly just what in fact that hard, cold object was...just as he was about to finish his sentence.
A howling laughter...the sort that could never, ever belong to a sixteen-year-old kid...thundered across the length of the pitch...before the true culprit turned Tyler around...and he gulped as he saw just who had lured him here.
**
"Uncle Richard..."
Sammy's father smirked nastily as he pushed Tyler viciously towards the grass, where he fell hard, his legs too tired from the run over here to actually get up, normally as quick as he was.
Richard Caldwell stood over Tyler, complete with a black Smith and Wesson revolver gun pointed straight at Tyler's heart.
"Uncle Richard...please..."
"SHUT UP! Oh now, you wanna beg? After you have literally ruined my life! I have been suspended at work! My wife and son have left me...all thanks to you, little upstart fucker, I have now lost everything!"
Richard took a breath, steadying himself, before he sneered down at Tyler once more.
"So here is what is going to happen. I'm no killer. I am not. I don't wanna hurt you...I have literally known you since you and Sammy were six years of age...I care about you, believe it or not...so I'm giving you one more chance. One...more...chance...to make right what you did to me."
Tyler sat upright, but when he finally felt he had enough strength in his injured legs to actually stand up, the gun was pointed even more towards him...Richard's message was clear...stay the fuck down.
"What...what do you need me to do?" Tyler asked...his voice shaking, trembling with fear.
This was a man...he has known the Caldwell's for years. Their families had gone on camping trips together...did dinner's together...even supported their boys whenever Tyler and Sammy would play soccer for their school teams...
...how the fuck had things come to this? This was good old Uncle Richard...Sammy's dad...
Holy shit...this was too insane to even try and comprehend.
The gun inside Richard's hands told him that this was very much reality, however.
Richard grinned, as if he was happy, before he knelt down and talked to Tyler, as he was once more that six-year-old boy he had gotten to know yonks ago.
"See, if you just go to the police, like you did before, only this time you tell them you made a mistake...that it wasn't me who ran you over with my car...then I'm prepared to let you and that little homo of yours go. I promise...why would I lie to you? Just come with me, now, to the cops, and tell them you lied, and you didn't mean to...but that you were wrong...that it wasn't lovable Uncle Richard who tried to kill you..."
Tyler grimaced...before he took one more look at the gun inside this maniac's hands, and then looked him straight in the eye.
"Lemme see Remi first! Lemme see if he's okay!"
Richard shrugged and he stood up, before he took out his phone, punched a couple of random buttons before he held the phone to his ear.
"You can bring him out now."
Richard ended the call, before he smiled at Tyler, friendly as anything, as if nothing of this had ever happened...as if they were just at a camping site with the rest of the family.
"Told you I didn't wanna hurt you. But you're playing and gambling with lives here, boy. I can't lose everything I had worked so damn hard for! I won't!"
"You mean, you won't lose your cravings to suck Sammy's dick again!"
Tyler had no idea...where and how he had gotten the guts to get THOSE words out of his mouth...there was no way he could ever explain it. It just...happened.
Richard Caldwell's face whitened to the point where it actually resembled snow, before he took a deep breath once more.
"I tried to kill you once before boy...I can do it again, you know..."
"NO, YOU WONT!"
Tyler and Richard's faces turned like they were one solid human being to where Sammy's voice was coming from. Both himself and Remi were running towards them like their lives depended on it.
"TYLER! TYLER, WATCH OUT!" Sammy screamed from afar, but before Tyler could realise just what Sammy meant, Richard had grabbed him from behind and at once...that cold hard metal weapon was mashed against the side of his temple.
"DAD! DON'T DO IT! Please! I beg you!" Sammy shrieked as both boys had finally arrived. Remi's eyes were as black as bowling balls...obviously having been roughed up and then some during the course of the day.
Richard was like a man possessed by now...his eyes were crazy...his entire features were that of a man at the end of his rope, about to lose all respect he had in the community...
...because if the news of how he had sexually abused his son would come out...there would literally, especially in this conservative town, be no reason to even continue living...
"Dad! Put that thing down! Come on! Don't be a fucking fool, you'll go to jail!" Sammy once more shouted, bravado pouring out from his voice, that shattered beyond belief.
"Don't you understand! Don't you understand anything, Sammy? If he talks, I am finished! Over, kaput! And don't think I'll go down without a fight either! I'll tell everyone that my own son FORCED me to do those things! I promise you, Samuel James Caldwell...right here and right now...there is no other way out, he has to die! Both of them!"
Remi visibly shuddered with fear, but Sammy didn't...in fact...he looked like he was more than ready for his father.
He treaded a few measly steps closer...the gun pointed towards Tyler's head, getting ever closer to his scalp...
"For once...Dad...you're gonna listen to me."
Richard was quiet...but Tyler could see him slowly nodding however, the gun still not moving even an inch.
Sammy swallowed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, before he spoke...cool and calmly.
"There are people who can help you. I swear! You can't help...being attracted to boys my age...and neither can I with being gay myself! I understand! Believe me, Dad...I get it! I have been in love with Tyler...for ages. I've never told anyone and kept up this...this fucking fake life of wanting to fuck every girl I see because I was SCARED! In this town...Jesus, Dad! You know what will happen if anyone found that out!"
Sammy took another step closer...leaving Remi sorely on his own now...as Sammy came ever closer to his dad.
"Dad...please. We don't have to tell Mom about any of this, she never needs to know. Okay? And I'm sure I can convince Tyler to stay quiet, if you and I just...leave him alone from now on. Please...just...just let Tyler go. Take me, if you want! Do with me whatever you fucking want! Dad please...just let Tyler go!"
Richard closed his eyes and Tyler could hear him sigh.
For a while, every single person standing on that soccer pitch were silent as fuck...not making any sounds whatsoever...everything was as quiet as a mouse.
**
Richard Caldwell shook his head.
"No. I can't take that chance. I'll be crucified if this gets out. I'm sorry, son. But I didn't ask for this. It needs to happen."
Tyler tried his best to get away from the bigger man, but it was to no avail, the grip that Richard had on him was way too strong.
"LET HIM GO! YOU SICK FUCK!" Remi shouted from afar and started running towards Tyler, but Sammy stopped him, with both hands on his person.
"Dad...you're not gonna kill them." He croaked.
"I have to. You'll see...in time you'll see that all this was for your own good."
Richard turned Tyler around so fast that for a moment, the boy saw stars, before he gingerly swayed on his feet, standing right in front of Richard...the gun pointed STRAIGHT at his heart.
"I have to...I have to...I'm sorry..." Richard said...a tear dripping from his eyes, and by so doing...
...curling his finger around the trigger of the revolver.
"NO! TYLER!" Remi shouted...
...before he saw a shadow of a person storming towards the two.
As if inside a dream, Remi opened his eyes...so afraid to look away...half scared to see the unseeable, half of him couldn't look away even if he tried to.
Sammy...Sammy Shithead...launched himself towards where Tyler was standing and with a raw, desperate scream from deep within his throat, he PUSHED Tyler aside...
...the latter boy landing on the grass, hard.
At virtually the same time that Sammy pushed Tyler out of the way...
...Richard finally pulled the trigger.
**
The bullet blasted through Sammy's chest like a warm knife through butter.
"SAMMY!"
Tyler's cries were heard across the entire soccer pitch as he watched in total disgusting, as well as sheer horror as Sammy solidly plundered towards the ground, his front and stomach completely and utterly smeared with blood, as he took one last look at his hands covering his wound, before he collapsed on the grassy area.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Tyler screamed beyond his means, managing to finally, finally, break the hold that Richard had on him, and with two swift movements, he punched the gun right out of the older man's hands, picking it up with quick completion...
...and this time it was his turn to pointing a gun at his attacker.
"TYLER! DON'T! Please...don't pull that trigger! You are better than him! Ty, please!" Remi shouted, but Tyler didn't move an inch.
Richard didn't even notice what Tyler was doing, in fact, his eyes were lodged like a bullet wound, onto his son. The fact that there was a gun, his own gun, pointed straight at him, couldn't concern him at all.
"TYLER! REMI! You guys okay?"
"COACH! WE'RE OVER HERE! ON THE PITCH! HURRY!"
Tyler watched as the Coach came running down towards them, wearing just a tracksuit that he must have hastily thrown on the hurry to get down here.
"Neighbours heard the commotion and called the cops. Headmaster called me...Tyler...Jesus...what the hell...SAMMY!"
The coach rushed over towards Sammy, who still hadn't moved whatsoever since he had been so viciously gunned down by his own father, before Remi patted the coach on the back...
"Coach...Tyler...he's got the gun!"
The coach turned around and his eyes widened as he saw Tyler pointing the gun, still after all this time, straight at Richard Caldwell.
With a swift movement that came from years of military training, the Coach easily dislodged the weapon from the boy's hands...to which Tyler totally crumbled...and finally realised that what had happened to his best friend.
"Sammy...is Sammy okay..."
"Stay with him, I'll call for an ambulance," the Coach replied as he stood aside to make the call.
Remi's face hardened as three cops were on Richard within seconds of arriving, as they viciously placed his hands behind his back, and walked the man back to where their squad car was parked.
Tyler knelt at Sammy side, who was still alive, as far as he could see...there was fucking blood everywhere...God...the smell of it...pure metal in its purest acidic form...
"Sammy...Sammy, can you hear me?"
Sammy's eyes blinked slowly, and they almost robotically, flickered over towards where Remi was standing, his hands still running through his sweaty hair, before Tyler leaned in...he had to...he could hardly hear Sammy's words...
"Remi...call Remi..." he managed to whisper.
"Rem...Rem, he's calling you!" Tyler shouted towards his boyfriend, and within seconds, Remi was kneeling with Tyler, at Sammy side.
"You're gonna be okay...the Coach is calling the ambulance and everything! You're gonna be fine, okay? Just hang on some more..." Tyler said...the tears streaming across his face, his whole entire body shaking, as he took both of Sammy's blood-stained hands inside his very own.
Sammy shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowing, as if he was in terrible, terrible pain...the blooded gap inside his chest heaving ever slowly...ever slowly...
He then carefully turned his face towards Remi...and he opened his eyes as far as he could...
"Take...take care of him..." he murmured.
"FUCK! STOP TALKING LIKE THAT! WHERE IS THAT GOD DAMN AMBULANCE?" Tyler shrieked in sheer desperation, his emotions all over the place, and not knowing how the hell to handle, what he was seeing happening before him.
He stopped as he felt Sammy gently squeeze his hand...it was faint...so fucking faint, but it was there...it was still there.
"You're gonna make it...you're gonna fucking live...just hold on...please..." Tyler cried, clutching at Sammy's hands, still inside his own.
Sammy smiled...slowly, before he looked Tyler straight in his eyes.
"I...I love you..."
**
"NO! NO! JESUS...NOOOOO!"
Remi held Tyler's shoulders and upper body as the last and final light of Sammy James Caldwell was finally and sadly dimmed from this world. As the final glimmer of life inside the boy's body was finally extinguished, Tyler leaned over his body, and held Sammy in his arms...determined that he if he had to go...he if HAD to leave this world, then he would never have to do it on his own.
"He's gone, Ty...he's gone..." he heard Remi whisper, and after a few seconds, he nodded. He refused to leave Sammy's lifeless body for some ambulance worker to find, and together, both Tyler and Remi stayed with Sammy until medical help finally arrived.
"He saved me, Rem...he saved me..." he whispered to his boyfriend as they zipped up the body bag containing what was left of Sammy...
Sammy the party boy...Sammy the life and soul of the soccer team...Sammy, the boy...who just wanted to be loved...by the boy that he loved.
And who had fought like hell to actually get it. And for a while...his deepest desire had indeed become reality.
Remi nodded, and pulled Tyler towards him. He could feel the latter boy shudder as what was left of the crime scene was finally started to get cleaned up by the Forensic team.
"He really loved you, Ty...he honestly loved you," he whispered back, wiping away his own tears, as he did so.
** TEN YEARS LATER **
"I swear I'm gonna go insane here! Why don't they come and tell us what the hell is happening inside there?"
Remi rolled his eyes and placed his expensive shades on the top of his head. His long, blond hair, that flowed way past his shoulders shone in the late afternoon sun that was shining through the window of the hospital, before he hugged his husband from the back of his body.
"Will you just relax? If something were wrong, Jordan would have come and told us, wouldn't he? He's not a qualified gynaecologist for nothing. Everything will be fine. Can you sit down now?"
Not even when Tyler was told that due to the injury, he had sustained several years ago, that he would never, be able to play soccer professionally, had Tyler been this nervous or this stressed. Now, with the Coach at Setchfield High having finally retired from his post, Tyler had been offered the position, which he grabbed gratefully with both hands.
God knows they were going to need the money from here on in, and he couldn't rely on just Remi's covering all the bills. How times had changed.
Tyler sighed, running his fingers through his jet-black hair, before he nodded and attempted to return to his seat, but before either of the young men could do that, they heard it...
The sound...the unmistakable sound...
...of a baby crying.
Both Remi and Tyler looked at each other in sheer happiness and instant jubilation, before Jordan indeed had come out of the delivery room, and he happily smirked as he saw how anxious the two of them were...before he nodded.
"Yes, guys...I'm afraid ya'll ain't gonna get much sleep in the foreseeable future...CONGRATS! You two have a healthy baby boy!"
Tyler smiled...his face as white as snow...as he hugged Remi towards him, and held him as tight as he possibly could.
"We did it, Rem...we fucking did it!" he whispered...meanwhile Remi was so choked up at the news, that only tears and snot came out of his body, rather than any sort of words.
Jordan cleared his throat and held up his hands in sheer mock protest.
"Please, you two donated sperm! Big fucking deal! Jess did all the actual work! Anyway, give us a few minutes to clear up things inside and then you can come in and see your son. Once more...congrats. I'm really happy for you! Oh yeah, before I forget, I spoke to Duncan this morning, and he's flying down there the moment he can get time off at the counselling centre."
Remi wiped the tears from his face, and his eyes were lit up with happiness...happiness above and beyond what either of them could ever had DREAMED to have.
"I better call my mom...she's been hounding me ever since Jess went into labour..." he said, pulling out the latest iPhone on the market and taking a quick picture of Tyler's shocked...yet stunned face...they were fathers...they were actual parents!
"No man, Rem! Why did you do that? I must look a fucking mess!" Tyler snickered as he tried to get the phone from Remi, but as the talented up and coming international soccer star that he was, Remi was way too quick.
"Because a picture lasts forever...just like the two of us."
Tyler shook his head and looked down at his shoes.
"I love you. I fucking love you. Now, more than ever. You're my world, Remi Carter."
Remi nodded, and blew a kiss towards his husband.
"You ain't getting rid of me, Tyler Jackson...ever..." he replied, winking at Tyler, before he went about in making his phone call.
**
"Hey you..."
Jess tiredly looked upwards at Remi and Tyler, who looked like they had brought the entire cafeteria, as well as the local gift shop with them in the process.
Balloons, sweets, coffee, you name it...everything was ready and waiting for Jess to devour and enjoy, for whenever she was ready for it after her ordeal...after this beautiful...beautiful gift that she had just given her two best friends.
"How you feeling, Bitchface?" Tyler asked Jess with a huge ass smile, with Remi giving him a good shove for his trouble.
"I'm good...really, I am. They checked him over before they took him away, but they said it's just precaution. Oh...here he is now! Guys, just wait until you see him...he's gorgeous!"
Tyler and Remi turned around in sheer expectation...but nothing...nothing in these past nine months in trying to get ready for the birth of their son...nothing they did to prepare...
...could even come CLOSE to actually seeing the little Gromit up close and personal.
Snuggling warm as a bug in a rug in his blue little blanket, Jordan once more smiled as he saw the two fathers' to be, as he handed Tyler, merely because he was closest to him, the little sleeping boy.
"Careful...his little head..." Jordan whispered, as to not wake him up.
Tyler held his infant son inside both of his hands...terrified that he would drop him or even worse, break him...before he was quickly joined by Remi.
"He has my eyes..." Remi murmured.
"How the hell can you tell? He's sleeping..." Tyler said, once more rolling his eyes.
"He's definitely going to have Jess's looks...both of us aren't really anything to look at," Remi cackled, earning a pillow to the head from Jess herself.
"You guys decided on a name yet?" Jordan asked, joining the threesome in marvelling over this brand-new little soul that had just entered this world mere hours ago.
Remi saw that Tyler was looking at him, and with a squeeze of his hand, taking it into his own, it was Remi himself who nodded in agreement.
Tyler held the little sleeping boy a little away from him, as both men were now holding him joint together. As one. As equals.
Tyler closed his eyes...and saw someone before his subconscious...he and Remi had no doubts...if it was after all this time, to be a boy, which they hoped it would be...who he would be named after...
...because without that someone...neither would be here today...to witness this joyous of all occasions.
Tyler cleared his throat, and smiled at both Jess and Remi...before looking down lovingly at their son.
His little nose wiggling in his sleep.
His tiny fingers all crunched up into little fists.
His beautiful features reminding him so much of Remi, all jokes aside.
How lucky was he?
How lucky were they?
After EVERYTHING they had gone through in the past few years...to still be standing...to still be breathing.
To still being together.
Tyler smiled...and finally spoke his peace...
"Welcome into this crazy world, little man...
Samuel Carter-Jackson."
**
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