Who: Jared and Ty When: evening, Tuesday, June 26 Where: the carnival, then home Warning: NSFW in spots Status: complete
Ty’s first day working at the vet’s office had gone smoothly, but he knew he was just getting started. He’d helped Marsh get the last of everything set up in the back and in the office, he’d met his other new co-worker, he’d even assisted with holding down a cat already and managed not to get scratched. Ty was feeling pretty good about it all, happy to have something to occupy himself with part-time. He would be helping people again, even if it was just through their animals, and it felt kind of nice. Fulfilling. And it felt low-stakes compared to being a cop, so Ty was happy with the decision so far.
It also meant he had every evening off after the office closed, which was also awesome. This particular evening, Ty and Jared had decided to use that free time to check out the carnival. It had been the main buzz around town since its appearance on Sunday, and Ty had heard how fun it was a half-dozen times by now. He was eager to go and do something actually fun with his man without having to go out of town.
The atmosphere was lively and kind of vintage-cool, the beer wasn’t the best but it still tasted like a good summer night, and the first couple of rides they went on were entertaining. Ty was still grinning as they walked away from the Round Up, enjoying that surge of harmless adrenaline. His stomach was a tiny bit touchy though, so he thought something more low-key next would be nice. “Ooh, a Tunnel of Love,” he pointed out to Jared, nudging him with an elbow and grinning. “You wanna give it a try?”
"I feel like the tunnel of love is my permanent residence," Jared drawled, knowing full well how cheesy that was and not caring. "Every day with you," he added in an almost sing-song before tittering. "Think I fit in those little seats?" He hadn't gone on a carnival ride like that in years but he knew some of them were a bit of a tight fit for a guy of his height. "Might end up on your lap." He was already steering Ty toward the attraction, curious to find out just how comfortable those seats were. The tunnel of love should be comfortable for everyone, it wasn't very lovey if they couldn't relax and make out.
“I can always straddle you if we gotta,” Ty said, as if it was a generous offer on his part. He wasn’t sure it would be comfortable for either of them, neither of them were small guys and this kind of thing seemed built for teenagers, but it would be fun to find out. Hopefully it wasn’t a super long ride. Luckily most of their breadth was in the shoulders, so with a bit of squeezing and adjusting they fit into the little boat seat, pressed close enough together that they might as well have been on top of each other. Ty grinned crookedly and glanced up at Jared’s face. “Think you can tolerate it?” he asked. “Last chance to back out.”
Jared grunted a little and did a show of wiggling around before nodding firmly. "Let's ride." Of course it wasn't up to him when the ride started but soon enough the little boat started moving and he tangled his fingers with Ty's and leaned in against him. "I think this may be the corniest thing we've done together," he said and that was probably saying a lot. They were sappy fools together, and Jared had no qualms about that. "Tunnel of love," he drawled in a jokingly dramatic fashion before not so much bursting into song as crooning. "Cuddle up, angel, cuddle up, my little dove. We'll ride down, baby, into this tunnel of love."
Ty thought he was probably right about where this fell on the corniness scale. It was high, but that was supposed to be the fun part, wasn’t it? Doing something dumb with your partner and ruthlessly mocking it later, like you didn’t secretly enjoy every minute? Jared’s singing sent Ty into a snicker fit and he elbowed him playfully as he turned his torso more toward Jared’s bulk. “Shhh,” he hushed, tittering. They were in the dark now, being gently pulled along through water Ty was pretty glad he couldn’t see. He reached to cup the back of Jared’s neck to pull him down into a kiss. “I’ve got more interesting ideas for that mouth,” he murmured just before their lips met. It was going to be cramped making out unless he actually did straddle Jared, but Ty didn’t want to go that far. He didn’t know how long the dark would last, after all. He just wanted to kiss his cornball husband.
Jared kissed him back with an amused hum and was about to jokingly complain that Ty just didn't appreciate his beautiful singing voice enough when his mood shifted ridiculously fast. Ty's lips against his and the firm pressure of his body pressed against him suddenly had his blood boiling and he grunted softly as he reached up to grab the nape of Ty's neck, deepening the kiss needily. How long was this ride? He hoped it lasted for hours, he just wanted to peel his husband's clothes off and fuck him right here and now, hear his sexy moans and cries echoing in this tunnel, mingled with the gentle lapping of water against their tiny little boat.
The mood was apparently contagious, because instant heat flashed through Ty as well. Maybe there really was something to this corny crap when it came to romance. He kissed Jared back with open hunger, already feeling his cock starting to fill out the front of his jeans. Who knew kissing his man in the dark in a semi-public environment would turn him on so much? Or maybe it was just Jared himself, bulky and touchable and warm. Ty wasn’t going to question it too much, he just enjoyed the way their lips and tongues moved together while he caressed Jared’s shoulder and arm and then down his side to one grip one thigh.
With the limited space in the boat, Jared was sure they'd have to make do with handjobs but he could imagine all the other deliciously devious things they could do if they had but a little more space. The idea of Ty riding him as they exited the tunnel didn't faze him one bit, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, it'd just be so hot with everyone looking at them, jealous and horny too no doubt. "Fuck, I want you," he groaned against Ty's lips, running his hand down Ty's stomach, pausing only momentarily before he cupped the bulge in his jeans. He wanted that cock in his mouth or his ass. He wanted to be inside Ty's mouth or ass. He wanted everything at once; the lack of space hardly seemed to matter.
On the way into the Tunnel of Love, Ty had been expecting a fun little bout of smooching, maybe copping a few feels just to feel naughty and bold. Now he wanted to tear Jared’s clothes off and lick every square inch of him. Those words sent a tingly thrill straight down the front of Ty’s body and he moaned softly. Ty’s hips lifted as that big hand covered his growing erection, needily pushing against Jared’s palm, his body already craving pressure and friction. His brain was too hazy and red with arousal for him to see how strange all of this was, how quickly it had escalated. Ty couldn’t care about anything but Jared’s body now. He slid his hand over to explore Jared’s crotch in return, his breath shuddering a bit. “Take me then,” he murmured, moving to work on getting Jared’s button and zipper undone. Ty was dying to touch him, and couldn’t comprehend why he shouldn’t.
Jared wanted to get off the ride, even if it meant getting into the questionably clean water they were riding on. He just wanted more space, more time. Thankfully he just didn't want to take his hands off Ty and getting out of the boat would be way too much hassle so he refrained and instead unbuttoned Ty's jeans until he could shove his hand underneath the denim and really get a good grip on his hardening cock. "We're gonna need a bigger boat," he whispered with a brief smile before he kissed Ty again and tried to work out just how hard it'd be to get him on his lap and get his cock inside of him. He wanted to take him, wanted to make him moan so loud that everyone in the damn carnival could hear them, the idea of people seeing and hearing them was hot and he didn't even hear the argument that was bubbling up behind them.
Leave it to Jared to make a dad joke at a time like this, and Ty chortled a tiny bit before the amusement was swept away again by intense arousal. He groaned into the kiss as he rocked up into Jared’s hand, feeling absolutely desperate for any touch at all. He was also desperate to touch him back, and it didn’t take his hand long enough to find Jared’s cock too, thick and hard, all for him. Ty wanted to strip down and climb into his lap to sit on it, and his feet started pushing at the backs of his sneakers to get them off so he could take his jeans off, oblivious to any reason why that wasn’t a good idea. They were both exposed already, it was dark, who cared? Completely impatient for something Ty shifted and went down to one knee on the damp floor of the tiny boat, leaning over Jared’s thigh to get that beautiful cock in his mouth. He reached down to stroke himself at the same time, feeling all folded up and cramped, but too horny to care.
Jared groaned when Ty's lips wrapped around him and it seemed to take the edge off the impatient, restless feeling inside of him. He buried his fingers in Ty's thick hair, grunting soft appraisals as he bucked up into his mouth. Cramped or not, this was perfect and he felt too horny to care that they weren't somewhere more private and more comfortable. Even the discomfort was kind of hot, it gave it all a sense of urgency that enhanced the experience. He just wished he could take Ty in his mouth at the same time so at some point he reached down to pull his hand up so he could suck his fingers and toy with them with his tongue. He so often felt this kind of hungry for his husband, that in itself didn't feel weird at all, but he was also oblivious to how strange this timing was.
With how he was feeling, Jared sucking on his fingers was almost as good as sucking on his dick, and Ty moaned needily around him. He wasn’t thinking about who could hear them, if there were any kids on this damn ride, how close they were to the exit, or how much time they had, the only thing present in his mind was Want. He was dying to taste Jared’s cum on his tongue, swallow it down, then immediately climb into his lap to ride him straight into another one -- but then the boat stopped with a little jerk. Ty’s eyes popped open and he saw daylight just ahead, each love boat stopping at the platform to let its riders off. Reality rushed in all of the sudden, and Ty scrambled to pull back and shove his aching erection back into his jeans with some whispered curses. What the fuck were they thinking?!
Jared was a little slower on the uptake, confused and disappointed when Ty pulled back so abruptly. That only lasted for a second before he was struck with the same realization and he thought he could feel the blood drain from his face and cock as he shakily pulled himself together. This was not good, they'd almost come out of that tunnel with their dicks out, it wasn't that late, there were kids around who could have seen them. It was like the world crashed back into focus and now he could hear the yelling behind them and see the lights up ahead. "What the fuck," he whispered as they reached the platform having thankfully been quick enough to hide their nudity though they both looked rumpled and Ty was still missing his shoes. It was a bit of a hassle to get out of the boat and get themselves straightened out and Jared looked around with a worried frown to figure out who might have seen them.
Even though they’d still been mostly in the dark with a big boat-wall behind them so nobody could see them, Ty didn’t think he’d ever been more embarrassed in his life. It didn’t matter that nobody saw, they’d had their cocks out, performing sexual acts in public, not even behind a door. Had they both just lost their minds for a few minutes there? Ty climbed out of the boat and hastily shoved his feet back into his sneakers, feeling like his whole neck and face were burning. He wanted to grab Jared’s arm and pull him away from there so they could run to the car and escape this weirdness, but the shouting he’d barely registered before was getting louder and harder to ignore. Ty looked around as a man and a woman got off the ride -- or tumbled out of the boat, more like. They were both yelling obscenities at each other, red-faced and angry, and in the seconds he was watching, they wrestled each other to the ground and got more shrill. Ty rushed to break it up without thinking, his cop training kicking in as he barked out a “Hey!”
Ty might feel the burn in his face but Jared was sure everyone could see how red he was and he hadn't blushed this hard in years. He envied Ty his complexion for all of two seconds before he was distracted by the fight that broke out, rushing after Ty to help him since it was clear this rage was mutual and holding back one person might not be enough. "Whoa there," he said when he had a very squirmy and furious woman in his arms, walking backwards to keep her from kicking and punching at the man that Ty had grappled. "There are kids around, you both gonna need to calm down - or we can take this to the station." It came so naturally, he forgot for a second he wasn't actively a deputy right now.
Ty had forgotten that he wasn’t in uniform too, or that he didn’t have any intention of putting a uniform back on for quite a while, if ever. It was just instinct to pull the man off of the screaming woman while Jared swooped in to take care of her too. He easily got the guy into a hold that kept his flailing arms from being dangerous, and dragged him back a bit. As he and Jared pulled them apart, there were another few seconds of struggling and obscenities, then it all seemed to die down at once. The man leaned heavily against Ty, muttering some confused nonsense. Ty looked over at his man, a confused frown on his face, as all the fire seemed to have drained out of the woman too. “Should we call it in?” he asked.
"No, wait, what the fuck?" the woman blurted out and Jared finally placed her face, remembering her from the grocery store. She'd always been sweet there but he knew damn well appearances could be deceiving. "Jerry? What the fuck?" she said hesitantly and she didn't sound angry anymore, just confused like Jerry so Jared loosened his grip on her, ready to grab her again if this was all a ruse.
"I think it's-" Jared started but it somehow felt very dumb to say it was the tunnel that was causing people to go crazy, especially about anything other than Cooperdale, especially a harmless little tunnel of love in the middle of a carnival. "We should probably call in a possible gas leak in there," he said and while he wasn't blushing as hard as he had been earlier, he felt a little heat rise back up to his ears. This was so stupid. He'd released the woman and watched her carefully as she mumbled something about not meaning what she'd said.
He loosened up his grip on Jerry, who slumped down to his knees and rubbed his face, looking like a man coming out of a bad dream. A gas leak ... Ty thought back to just how quickly that reckless lust had overtaken them both and felt his stomach roll over uncomfortably. Could gas do that? It seemed to have had the opposite effect on these two people, who’d looked like they wanted to tear each other’s eyes out instead of clothes off. Had they been at each other like that through the whole ride? Ty couldn’t remember anything but how much he’d wanted his husband’s body.
“Yeah, let’s call Grady,” Ty said. “Here man, lemme help you --” He helped Jerry get to his feet, watching warily as the couple came back together, their confusion turning into teary apologies as they embraced. Ty walked back over next to Jared, his brow furrowed in concern. “Something’s definitely up,” he muttered. “That was ... crazy.”
Since the couple wasn't listening to them, Jared nodded with a slight frown on his face. "I don't think it's a gas leak," he said for Ty's ears only. "I think it's- I don't know what it is. Maybe it's something logical. I'm just finding a lot of the time things that happen here are not logical at all." All he knew was that he was not going in there again, this hadn't been bad for the two of them but they'd gotten lucky. The next time around they might get caught with their pants down - or fight each other like that other couple. Neither of those things sounded appealing. "I'm used to being hot for you in a way that verges on stupid but... Taking this risk of being seen by kids?" He shook his head. No way, he had completely lost control in there and so had Ty. "God, this could have gotten us on a registry."
Ty’s stomach dropped and his blood ran ice cold at that fact, and he felt sick for a moment. This could have been a life-ruining event, and if whatever was going on in there was affecting other people the same way, people were going to end up on a registry. “Fuck,” Ty muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. “We gotta get ahead of this ...” Only they weren’t actually cops at the moment. Ty reached for his phone and walked a few paces away as he called Grady.
He described the situation to Grady without going into too much detail about what he and Jared had been doing in the tunnel -- he had to tell Grady they’d both lost control of themselves but hurried to assure him there’d been no exposure with enough light for anyone to see. Then Ty told him about the fight they’d broken up and the current state of those involved. It didn’t look like anybody was going to be pressing charges, considering the couple was tearfully embracing at the moment, so Grady told them to be on their way and he would send a deputy out to have a look around. That didn’t feel like enough to Ty, but he knew the two of them didn’t actually have any authority to shut anything down here.
After he hung up, he moved in close to Jared to fill him in on what Grady had said. “He’s going to send somebody to look into it,” he told him, his gaze fretful as he glanced around. “Think we should stick around?”
"Yeah, maybe... Let's see if anyone else goes crazy in there," Jared mumbled and they might not be cops at the moment but they were still two, strong and capable level-headed men who were trained to de-escalate situations and were far more physically capable of doing so than most. It didn't feel right to just go straight home, if someone got hurt tonight they'd hear about it later and beat themselves up about it. "I wish I could shut this thing down," he admitted, pulling Ty in closer to embrace him momentarily. "We don't have to stay long, just... Maybe check the next ride. Be here if things go south." Sending someone to look into it didn't really feel like enough, he thought stationing someone right outside the ride would be more effective, but he knew damn well the PPPD was understaffed and his leave was not helping in that regard.
Ty’s belief in his own level-headedness was kind of shaken at the moment, but he would feel like he was abandoning a bad situation if they bailed, regardless of how much he wanted to. He put an arm around Jared’s waist when his husband hugged him, though his fretful attention was on the couples wandering in toward the tunnel entrance. At least none of them seemed to be straight-up kids, which he supposed made sense given the nature of the ride. He just hoped no pre-teens decided to check it out for shits and giggles. “Yeah me too,” he muttered, patting Jared’s back a bit. The boats they had come off of were drifting away from the little platform now, so he guessed they were working on loading up another string of people. Ty told himself they would at least stay until the next round disembarked, and they’d go from there.
Jared had so many questions. Would he go a little crazy if he wasn't on the actual ride? A part of him wanted to sneak into the tunnel and watch from the sidelines to make sure everyone was safe. Even as a cop that'd be dodgy so he resisted the urge and counted his blessings that he and Ty hadn't gotten into trouble over this. He couldn't really imagine what they would have fought about if they'd been affected like that other couple but the thought of hurting Ty like that put a bad taste in his mouth. The rational part of his brain kept trying to think of realistic reasons for why this had happened; they were just naturally very horny, that couple behind them had issues and were just calming down because the reality of possibly getting arrested had hit them hard or maybe there was some kind of gas or mist in there that heightened feelings that were already there. He just didn't believe in any of those things, not after everything he'd seen in the last year. "God, I hope Grady can make sense of this," he muttered. "And shut it down before something worse happens."
Considering everything Ty had seen and been through, he didn’t think there was some mundane reason for it either. He was always hot for Jared on some level, yeah, but they were also adults who knew how to conduct themselves in public. The only other times he could remember feeling so out of control had been when some insanity was sweeping the town ... or when he’d been infected. It hadn’t been an overwhelming lust then, but there had been that same sense of no consequences, he could do whatever he felt like doing without a second thought. He also remembered the time an inexplicable rage had run through the town, and Jared had pointed a gun at him. Maybe they were lucky they hadn’t gotten the angry version of whatever had just happened. It gave him a deep chill to know he’d been so manipulated again, anxiety twisting his stomach. Ty didn’t say anything, just stared toward the ride’s exit with a furrowed brow and breaths that were coming a bit too fast. They had to wait, had to do their duty, he knew that, but fuck if his body didn’t want to run all of the sudden.
Jared didn't think this ride had been this long but it seemed like forever now, waiting for the boats to come out. Probably because they weren't distracted with anything else and waiting could make a minute last forever. When the boats finally did start to show, he started second guessing himself. Nobody seemed upset or too ruffled, a couple of teens had to adjust their clothes a little and had some telltale marks on their necks, but it obviously hadn't gotten out of hand. Mostly people were just chatting or giggling as they climbed out of their rides, some even muttering something about it being too boring and too short. "I guess we can rule out gas," Jared said quietly, debating whether to stay another round. He was starting to feel like a bit of a weirdo, standing there and gawking. Stuff like that was just easier in uniform.
It was hard for Ty to focus on the people instead of that knot of bad feelings in his chest, but he managed to be slightly relieved that no one had come out swinging or fucking. Though maybe having another situation to break up might have been distracting. He definitely felt like all sense of obligation was draining out of him, and he took Jared’s hand as his heart still pounded uncomfortably hard in his chest. His hand was clammy and he knew it, but he needed to hang on to his man. “Let’s go,” he murmured. The words came out sounding too much like a suggestion to Ty, so he corrected himself, his voice a little unsteady. “I need to go, now.” He didn’t think he could really describe to Jared how he was feeling yet, but goddamn did he want to put distance between himself and that place, like there was something sinister that might reach out and draw him back in, might take his will away again.
Jared squeezed his hand in a sign of understanding and turned to walk away. They were both too intimately familiar with losing control and how horrible it could be and while this had been the pleasant kind, it could have ended badly. "Grady'll send someone," he said and he wasn't sure if he was trying to make Ty feel better or himself but he didn't want to stay there either. He still had that nagging feeling that someone had seen more than they should of him and Ty, that this would still somehow bite them in the ass, and the longer they stayed the more awkward he felt. "Let's just go home," he said as they put some distance between themselves and the tunnel and all he could hope was that this anxious knot in his chest would start easing up the farther away they got.
Ty was full of conflict about his obligations to this town now that he wasn’t a cop anymore. On one hand it felt natural to still try to serve and protect, but on the other ... hadn’t he fucking given enough? Grady would send someone, someone who was actually getting paid to break up fights and indecent couples at some crazy carnival. Ty felt kind of angry and bitter all of the sudden, though he was vaguely aware it was probably more a reaction to what had just happened than his true feelings. He didn’t verbally answer Jared, just nodded and made a beeline for the carnival exit and the parking lot beyond. He just wanted to go home, have a drink, and try to shake this off.
Jared knew better than to take it to heart but it still gnawed at him when Ty was in a bad mood and he had to fight that urge to fix it somehow, knowing it was beyond him. All he could do was get them home and be there for his husband. At least it was easy for him to keep up with Ty, his long legs making it almost more of a stroll than any sort of speeding. He offered to drive, having a feeling he was a little more level headed than Ty right now and wanting him to be able to relax. Getting out of there wasn't quite as joyful as getting in, the parking lot alone was close to giving Jared road rage, but soon enough they were on the road home and Jared reached over to give Ty's knee a squeeze. It was times like these he really missed his outdoor fire pit because sitting by the fire with a couple of cold ones sounded like exactly what they needed.
It helped a little to put distance between them and that tunnel, but Ty still felt unsettled, even once they were driving away from the marina. Jared’s hand on his leg pulled him out of an unpleasant train of thought for a second, and Ty looked over at his profile before he sighed heavily and rubbed his own palm over his face. “I don’t ... like losing control like that,” he murmured in the quiet car, his gaze aimed out the window again. “Losing control at all, it feels really fucked up.” Ty was sure it felt fucked up for anyone, he didn’t think Jared enjoyed the idea or anything, but it felt extra fucked up to him, considering he’d almost killed his husband under the influence of something otherworldly.
"I don't like it either," Jared said and the only times he had lost control of himself as an adult were right here in Point Pleasant. "I don't like having my head fucked with, I don't like any of that." It was terrifying and he thought of that night where rage seemed to run rampant through the town, affecting him as well, just as soon as he'd stepped out of the car. This town fucked with him a lot and he wondered why they'd even come back before his mind started listing the reasons. "Maybe that thing is haunted," he said and just a year ago he wouldn't have said that with a straight face but here they were. "We don't have to go back there and we've done what we can to protect others. Anything beyond that is not our problem." They had enough on their plate.
It was easy to say now, when they weren’t cops, but Ty knew that just six months ago it would’ve definitely been their problem. Of course, they wouldn’t have been on the ride themselves while on duty, but they would still be dealing with the fallout, he was sure. He remembered that awful, rage-fuelled night very well himself, and how it had felt to see Jared aiming a gun at him. Why had they come back here again? It seemed so stupid, but it made so much sense at the same time. Maybe that in itself was another manipulation. Who the fuck could know? Ty let out an unsteady little sigh and let his head fall back against the seat, trying to let go of that awful feeling of being controlled. While he was trying to focus on something else, an odd awareness tugged at his mind ... “Carson’s back,” he murmured before he could think better of it.
"Fuck," Jared whispered and hearing those words made his stomach clench uncomfortably. He might have lost control of himself, but he hadn't killed someone in that foggy state of mind like Carson had. Jared didn't even know if his friend had been in control or not and that part was eating at him. It didn't make a lick of sense for Carson to kill Sadie but Jared was old enough now to know that even the kindest of people could be hiding a monster within - in whatever shape it might be. He searched for words before whispering another 'fuck' and running his fingers through his hair. "I need to- we need to find someone who knows about werewolves. Jesus, I can't believe that's a sentence I'm saying with a straight face. What the fuck is he doing back already?" It was a rhetorical question, Ty obviously didn't know and Jared didn't expect an answer, it was just a frustrated thing to hiss into the night.
Ty winced at Jared’s reaction, even though he completely understood where it came from. He hadn’t really meant to bring it up at all, he’d just been instinctively naming what he was feeling. That awareness of all of the others was such a strange feeling, but it stayed mostly in the background radiation of his mind, until either one of them got close to him or something changed with them. Carson’s presence had been extremely distant for quite a while now, but Ty could sense that he’d just arrived back in town. “I dunno, but he just got here,” he answered quietly. Ty glanced over at Jared’s face, able to read the conflict there. “If anybody knows about werewolves, it’s probably Vex. They were pretty inseparable over there. I think they knew each other before all that, too.” Now, whether or not Vex could be impartial about the information he gave them was a different story, but he might just be their best source of information about Carson.
Jared sighed, unsure if this Vex guy was the right person to talk to. Was it weird that he first thought of Bailey? Maybe she didn't actually know anything about werewolves, but she'd been the first person to mention them to him so casually, like they were normal occurrences, just lethal stray puppy killing machines that everyone knew about. "If they're inseparable, I don't know if it's a good idea to go bombard him with sensitive questions, or any questions about it. He might go on the defense, realize something's up." He glanced over at Ty briefly, a cautious sidelong glance. "You've been talking to people about, you know... The pain thing. Is he someone you'd ask about all that stuff?" He rarely worried about actually offending Ty or hurting his feelings these days, but the 'other side' was such a strange and tricky topic, he still wasn't sure how to approach it. He only knew how he felt about it and often worried that Ty mistook those negative feelings about his negative experiences as a negative feeling toward him, so that was another tricky area to navigate.
Ty had really only talked to Greer so far, but she’d talked to more of them, and he had plans to approach others, so why not Vex too? “I want to ask them all about that stuff,” Ty replied. “I didn’t see him all the time, he was one of the wanderers, but I think he would answer some questions for us. And we know how to ask without tipping our hand.” He shot Jared a meaningful glance. They’d both had a lot of training in interrogation, as cops, but werewolves -- and Carson in particular -- were obviously a very sensitive topic for his husband. “I can go alone, if you want,” he offered, a bit quieter. If Jared didn’t think he could keep his head on straight while they were there, to avoid alerting one of Carson’s friends to their suspicions, then Ty could handle it. He was bonded now to both of them, for better or worse, and while that connection didn’t tell him anything about Carson’s guilt or innocence, it still meant something, in a sense.
Jared wasn't so sure he wanted to leave it all to Ty, too worried he'd have questions that Ty wouldn't think of or miss a subtle clue Ty wasn't looking for. At the same time he wasn't eager to go talk to Vex, he just wanted to sneakily be in the room to listen in. "It'd make more sense for you to go alone," he admitted. "This is something the two of you share, I wasn't there and..." He swallowed dryly as he considered it. If there was anyone he could trust to get the information and be honest with him about it, it was Ty. "All I want to know is... Did he always have control?" Saying it out loud stung and his voice cracked a little at the words that felt like an accusation but it was what it was. He couldn't deny that he worried Carson had known what he was doing, that underneath his sweet demeanor he really was a monster. "Play it off like you'd always heard werewolves were out of control? Like in the movies?" He huffed softly, hating the idea of not going but also hating the idea of going. So both options truly sucked.
God, he hated hearing that unsteadiness in Jared’s tone. He couldn't blame him for it in the slightest, of course, but it hurt his chest anyway. Ty reached over to rest his hand on Jared’s thigh, gazing at the side of his face steadily. As much as he hated for Jared to feel bad in any way, it always seemed to steel up his own nerves, like part of him got stronger on his man’s behalf. They balanced each other. “I’ll find out for sure,” Ty told him. “I promise. And then we’ll deal with whatever the answer is.” He squeezed Jared’s leg and gave him a wan smile. Ty’s opinion on whether Carson had control over himself on that awful night swung back and forth -- he truly didn’t know. If he had, he was some kind of psychopath, because the end result had been horrific. But werewolf-Carson hadn’t tried to kill any of them on the other side, not that Ty had been aware of, and it had definitely been the kind of place for a killing free-for-all if it was going to happen, so ... Again, he really didn’t know. But he would step up for Jared and find out.
"If he didn't know - if he doesn't even remember, I don't know if want him to know," Jared said and that was something that had been weighing on his mind for months. He'd had countless imaginary conversations with Carson, all of them different versions, some less conversational and more violent. It always came back to the fact that he'd known Carson for a long time and he liked him a lot, they'd spent time together, curled up and afraid at the gym when the fog hit Point Pleasant. He was his friend. If Carson didn't know he was responsible for Sadie and found out now, Jared wasn't sure what he'd do and he didn't feel there was any justice for Sadie to be found by punishing someone for something they couldn't control. "Nobody's been killed on the full moon in a long time so maybe he's found a way to keep safe."
Ty could definitely see Jared’s reasoning there. If it had been Carson, and he wasn’t aware of what he’d done, it wouldn’t help anything to inflict it on him. It definitely wouldn’t bring Sadie back. “He’s also been gone for months,” Ty pointed out, though he kept his tone as neutral as possible. He couldn’t remember when the last full moon death had been before then, some of his memories still faded in and out sometimes. “But maybe he has. Hopefully he has. I bet Vex will know for sure.” There was no way they didn’t talk about it, once they’d all made it home and Carson could talk again. Ty would’ve had a million questions for him if he’d been Vex. “We’ll get some information, then you can decide for sure what to do with it. Hell, maybe he suspects it himself.” That thought hadn’t occurred to Ty until that second, and it made him pause thoughtfully.
"Maybe," Jared said and that had occurred to him before. "And yeah, he's been gone, but we knew where he went and I haven't seen anything about a barrage of suspicious animal attacks there either." That sometimes got his hopes up, but maybe Carson was being smarter about his kills these days, maybe Sadie had just been his sloppy first try. It hurt him to even think that way about Carson and he didn't know how he'd cope with it if he knew for sure he was a cold blooded killer. He knew he'd be tempted to kill him for it and he was going to need all the support he could get from Ty. "It's definitely a good idea for you to go alone," he concluded as he turned into the parking lot at Castle View. "I'm not sure I can keep my face neutral through the conversation." There was too much hurt there, too much grief and trauma both connected to Sadie's death and everything the town had done to him and Ty since.
There were reasons to be optimistic, which wasn’t always the case when it came to Point Pleasant problems. Ty really hoped this one worked out in their favor somehow, though the burden on Jared was going to be heavy no matter what. If Carson had killed Sadie out of some mindless instinct and didn’t even remember it, they’d have to carry that knowledge themselves. If it turned out to be a worse case scenario ... he would help Jared deal with it however he felt necessary. Ty was quiet as Jared found a parking spot and they climbed out of the car. He circled around to Jared’s side and stepped in close to pull him into a firm hug. There was nothing he could say to make Sadie’s death any easier, he just wanted to wordlessly convey his support. Ty just hoped that getting answers about all of this would bring them some sort of closure. He squeezed Jared tight for a moment, then rubbed at his back. “C’mon ... I could use a drink, how ‘bout you?”
That hug was exactly what Jared had needed and he clung to Ty for a moment, squeezing him to his chest and taking in all the support and love that radiated off him. "I could use a drink," he agreed and let Ty go with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes save for the warmth reserved for Ty. "If he shows up here and I'm home, I need you to cover for me," he added and Ty might already know that but it was better to have talked about it than to have to do awkward guess work in the heat of the moment. "I don't think I can look him in the face just yet." It wasn't likely that Carson would pay him a visit, he probably had enough on his plate and Jared didn't know how long he was staying in town or why he was there, but better safe than sorry.
Ty nodded a bit and smiled back, able to have more warmth in it than Jared could muster. That was okay with him, he could have enough for both of them tonight, now that they were back home and out of harm’s way. As out of its way as anybody got in this town, anyway. “I got you babe,” Ty murmured, slipping his hand into Jared’s. He would do whatever his husband needed him to do -- he might have been weirdly bonded to all of the people on the other side, but his loyalty was ultimately Jared’s. Ty led the way to their apartment and unlocked the door to let them in, some of the tension finally leaving his back and shoulders. He toed out of his shoes and started toward the kitchen and the liquor cabinet. “Bourbon? Whiskey? Or want me to mix you up something?” he asked over his shoulder.
"Mix me up something," Jared murmured and usually he was good with just a beer at the end of the day, but this particular day called for something stronger. "Gonna run to the bathroom real quick and maybe change into something more comfy," he called as he headed toward the bedroom, more than a little eager to switch modes completely to 'home' and leave the outside world behind for now. It didn't take him long and he was happy to find a ready drink waiting for him when he returned in jogging pants and a clean t-shirt. "You spoil me," he murmured and kissed Ty on the temple as he accepted the drink. They tended to both spoil each other, but they both deserved to be a little spoiled.
Ty knew him well enough by now to know what Jared would want to drink, so it was easy to mix up something tasty for him. He made one for himself too, picking it up once Jared took his glass. “You deserve it,” Ty told him, lightly clinking their drinks together before he took a sip from his. He hummed his approval, his hand rubbing a bit at Jared’s side. Then Ty pulled away to start toward the bedroom himself. “I’m gonna change too, be right back,” he said. Still sipping on the sugary alcohol, he made quick work of shedding his jeans and shirt and pulled on much the same comfy uniform as Jared did. It had been one hell of a day and they definitely deserved to kick back and just let it all go for a while. All he wanted to do was lounge with his man. Ty emerged and went to find where Jared had settled.
Jared raised his arm to needlessly beckon him closer and even if this wasn't their permanent home, he still felt settled enough that he could finally start unwinding. Then again, home was where Ty was, he'd learned that pretty fast on the road. "Despite everything, I kinda wanna go back there later," he admitted when Ty was comfortably settled against him and he could idly stroke his neck and shoulder. "Not that ride, but the other ones. I really liked it there before everything got weird." Putting some distance between himself and the tunnel of love was making it easier to dismiss as something coincidental instead of something insidious and maybe he just really wanted to believe the carnival was harmless fun.
Ty joined him on the couch and relaxed into him, careful of his drink until his limbs were properly arranged where he could still nurse it and lounge against his husband. He let out a faint chuckle. “Yeah, it was kinda fun,” he admitted. Now that they were out of harm’s way, he felt that same subtle pull to go back to the carnival sometime before it left. They would just steer clear of that place. “We didn’t even get on the Ferris wheel.” That ride was at least out in the open, no nasty surprises, and everybody getting off of it had looked happy and safe, as far as Ty had noticed. “Maybe in a couple of days, we’ll see if things ... go crazy there, first.”
"Sounds like a good idea," Jared said, relieved to hear Ty felt the same. It had been fun and he wanted to go back in a way that reminded him of being a kid, back when excitement felt newer and rawer somehow. It wasn't quite as intense and urgent now, but it felt like a happy little flutter. "If we've never kissed at the top of a ferris wheel, are we even really married?" he said in a mock-incredulous voice and tittered, mindful of not jostling his husband. He might have said the same about the tunnel of love once, but he honestly didn't want to think about that ride ever again.
“I mean, we’d better do it just in case, right?” Ty murmured with a lazy little grin. “I wanna be as married to you as I can possibly get.” If that meant indulging in all kinds of cheesy romantic traditions, Ty was fully on board. In the past he’d rolled his eyes at so much of that kind of shit, but now that he was madly in love, he wanted to load up on the cheese. Ty sipped on his drink and let the alcohol burn sink in deep to relax him. The lingering discomfort from having his mind fucked with again was slowly fading, and all he wanted to do now was forget about it and enjoy the rest of the evening with his man. What they’d been trying to do in the first place.
"If I can get more married to you, I want to," Jared agreed. "Super married! Maybe we should take the vows in every religion." It felt good to just be silly for a bit and he was already imagining them all dressed up in different types of traditional garbs, stumbling through foreign phrases in some exotic wedding ceremony like some montage in a comedy. "I'd marry you every day if I could," he added on a slightly more serious note. "You're the best thing in my life." He took a sip of his drink and closed his eyes contently for a few seconds. "This drink comes second right now, damn I needed this."
Ty tittered as he got a similar series of mental images of them on just a rampage of romantic cultural appropriation. His mother would probably have a heart attack, which just made it funnier in the moment. “I mix a damn fine drink, so I take that as a high compliment.” Ty smiled faintly and nuzzled a little deeper into Jared. It was hard to forget how powerful that wave of lust had been, but how natural it had felt at the same time. He’d definitely wanted Jared that badly before, just rarely so out of the blue, and he wondered if something about the ride enhanced already-existing feelings in people, or if it could create lust that wasn’t already there. Ty tried to put it out of his mind -- he wasn't going to figure it out tonight, and it was much more pleasant to think about all that burning desire itself, rather than what caused it. He rubbed idly at Jared’s side and turned his head to kiss his chest. “You’re the best part of my life too,” he murmured.
Jared didn't get tired of hearing those affirmations from Ty and he smiled as he ran his fingers through Ty's hair. "I'll do my best to stay that way," he promised and while he knew there would come a time where he was stressed and cranky, he would do everything in his power to not take it out on Ty. That was about the only promise he could make, to keep himself in check and give Ty all the love and respect he could give him. He leaned forward as much as he could without jostling his husband and put his glass down on the sofa table, then shifted his position to make curling up together even more comfortable. "You should come up here and kiss me," he murmured. "We have privacy, finally."
No petty bullshit was going to get in the way of Ty’s feelings for his husband, he was sure. They would disagree eventually, probably even argue about something important in the future, but Ty knew it wouldn’t undermine their love for each other. That was just part of building a life with another human. He loved having that security, knowing they would stay steadfast even through their normal bad moods, or if their circumstances got shitty again. Not everybody was so lucky. Ty chuckled softly and tilted his glass up to drain the last of his drink before he set it down. He pushed himself up enough to settle on top of Jared, their legs tangled comfortably together. As comfortable as they could get on a couch this size, at least. When they moved into their house, they were definitely investing in a huge sectional they could both fully stretch out on. “Real privacy,” he murmured as he brushed his lips against Jared’s. “Whatever should we do with it?”
"Oh, I don't know," Jared drawled with a lazy smile, rubbing their feet together and idly running his fingers along Ty's flank. "For better or worse, we started something in that tunnel I wouldn't mind finishing." As mortified as he had been coming out of there, he'd kind of wished it was an hour long ride. At least twenty minutes, damn it, he'd been so worked up and horny when it was over that if he hadn't been so upset by it all, he probably would have had a hard time cooling down. It was easy to forget the upsetting part now with Ty stretched on top of him, warm and solid and smelling oh so good.
Ty huffed a tiny laugh. “If I remember right your cock was in my mouth, so yeah that doesn’t surprise me,” he murmured, amused. All of the cuddly touching was heating up his insides in such a pleasant way, and thinking back to the lovely sensation of Jared’s dick sliding against his tongue seemed to be arousing no matter the circumstances. A longer ride would’ve been disastrous for that fighting couple, but bliss for them. But it didn't matter, they had all the time in the world now. Ty shifted his arm higher and slipped his hand to cup the back of Jared’s neck as he kissed him again, slower and deeper this time. Even though they’d been horribly interrupted, Ty was already feeling that warm rush to his groin, his body was eager to get back to the good stuff.
It was so easy to leave the bad stuff behind and get back in the mood. Getting into this mood in particular was always easy with Ty and Jared hummed his approval as he kissed him back, deep and warm, savoring every second. His arousal didn't feel as desperate now, but he couldn't stop touching Ty and even the thought of finishing in his mouth in the tunnel of love was a powerful turn-on, now that they were safely home. He loved the way Ty lounged on top of him and the way he could feel his cock growing harder against his thigh, almost like it was racing his own to full hardness. It was hot but also weirdly cozy and he pressed his hands against Ty's ass to pull him down more firmly.
That added pressure as Jared pulled him in was always delicious, and Ty made a soft sound deep in his throat. Jared’s big hands on his intimate spots never failed to turn him on, and Ty let himself sink deeper into that mindless velvety space. After the past couple of hours they’d had, it was beyond nice to just shut his brain off and safely enjoy something body-based. He rocked his hips a bit, pushing back into Jared’s grip and then forward to rub his growing erection against his man’s body. Ty took his time exploring Jared’s mouth, though he knew every part of it by now, letting that heat build between them. Clothes would come off soon, for the moment it was kind of nice to just make out and feel each other responding to it.
Jared let out a content little groan at the added friction, rocking his hips up slowly to meet Ty's moves, content to let his hands stay outside the clothes for now. Everything felt so warm and comfortable, there was plenty of time for things to ramp up and he wanted to bask in this feeling for a little while first. There were times when he felt almost too full of his love for Ty, like it might start blooming out through his ears or start glowing through his skin and right now that feeling was enormous. It was always amusing to think back to the time when he'd been so sure he couldn't love again, when he was still comparing everyone to Sadie and hoping to get her back and now here he was, so completely head over heels that he didn't know what to do with all his love half the time. Thankfully it wasn't too much for Ty and Jared easily felt how requited it was, just as big and bright and warm as his own.
Jared certainly glowed in Ty’s eyes a lot of the time, and he made Ty feel like he was glowing too, and that was something he’d never had before this relationship. Now Ty knew all too well what it was like to live without it long term, and knowing what he was missing had made it so much worse. Granted, there had been traumatic layers on top of that while he’d been away, but not being able to do this -- or even just touch Jared, talk to him, hear his laugh -- had been hellish. It was behind him now though, he was home and now they were home together, and it was the biggest relief. Ty was feeling more arousal than anything at the moment, fully into the two of them making out and lazily dry humping like horny teenagers. Everything felt warm and lovely and Ty had all but forgotten about the tunnel and what it did to them. What they did to each other was more important now. Needing to breathe, he pulled away from Jared’s lips to kiss and nuzzle at the beard along his jawline, heading down to lavish attention on his neck, one hand roaming over Jared’s thick shoulder and arm.
"I love you so much," Jared groaned as he tilted his head back to give Ty more space, the nuzzling sending little shivers of pleasure through him in a way that felt like it nudged his cock into more hardness. "I'm surprised I don't lose control over it more often," he added with a little grin, slipping his hands underneath Ty's sweatpants to rub at his ass, loving the feel of those perfect cheeks all hot and smooth in his grip. "You're the sexiest man in the world," he exhaled more than spoke, pressing his cock up against Ty's and rolling his hips for that sweet friction. "And you're all mine." God he felt pampered right now, there was that little voice telling him he should be doing more but it was so good to just lie back for a moment and enjoy everything Ty was doing.
Ty smiled against his skin a bit as Jared started to talk -- he always loved how vocal he was during sex whenever his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. All of the praise occasionally made him feel weird and undeserving, but for the most part Ty could take it as the loving pillow talk it was. “All yours, forever,” Ty murmured back, nipping lightly at Jared’s neck. He shifted his position a bit to get his knees under him, hands moving to push Jared’s shirt up, exposing more skin to kiss and lick and nibble on as he made his way south. Ty paused to nuzzle at that broad chest, then teased one nipple with his lips and teeth. He was going to pick up where they’d left off, now that they were really free to finish it. He licked at the trail of hair on Jared’s lower belly as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants to pull them down.
Jared gave an appreciative grunt, fingers playing in Ty's long hair as he moved down and as much as he'd loved his shaved head back in the day, he had to admit he'd miss the feel of his soft thick hair if Ty shaved it off again. It paled in comparison to missing the man himself and Jared was so incredibly thankful for his presence in his life, whether it was just cuddling him at night or this; his hot and wet kisses against Jared's skin, the intense pleasure they always felt together. Jared hadn't really had time to be miffed about how abruptly their sexy time was cut off earlier, there had been too much going on to be mopey about being cock-blocked, but he was loving picking up where they left off and it was so much more comfortable here at home. Under any other circumstances he wouldn't ever have wanted a blowjob in such cramped quarters unless he was insanely desperate but he was no teenager anymore, they had their own place. He raised his hips to help get rid of the clothes, eager for more, for anything Ty wanted to give him - or take from him.
It was always a bit of a challenge to get Jared’s pants off of those long legs, but Ty enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. He ended up sliding off of the couch to his knees at the side of it, all of Jared laid out in front of him like a buffet. Once he had bare skin exposed, Ty kissed his way up the inside of one thigh, taking his time getting to his destination. This was far superior to being stuck in some tiny space where they both had to be pretzels to reach one another. The lust warming up his insides wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been in the tunnel, but that actually made it easier to enjoy. They didn’t have to rush through anything here, Ty could savor the way Jared’s skin smelled, enjoy the fingers in his hair, appreciate knowing he was driving Jared crazy in the best sort of way. He nuzzled and kissed around the tantalizingly flushed skin of his crotch for a moment, just teasing before he finally made contact, running his lips and tongue from the underside of Jared’s balls up the length of his cock. Ty lightly licked at the sensitive head before he wrapped his lips around it to suck gently.
Jared missed the weight of Ty on top of him but he had nothing to complain about when Ty was giving him all this sweet attention, all that teasing just making his heart beat faster and his body feel tight with anticipation. He groaned again when Ty's lips finally touched his cock, that wet tongue teasing him in the most delicious way. Like Ty, he didn't feel any rush toward any goal, it felt good to just enjoy the moment and take their time, even if there was some restless part of him that wanted to sit up and pull Ty up on his lap, maybe even carry him to the bedroom and go all caveman on his ass. That could wait, he was too relaxed and content to switch up the mood just yet and Ty's mouth felt too good for him to stop him. It was a riot thinking about how they'd actually taken things this far on the ride, but at this moment it didn't bother him like it had earlier, like the memory was already old and in no time at all they could laugh about it.
As evidenced by what he’d instinctively gone for in the tunnel while overcome with lust, Ty loved sucking Jared’s cock. The slide of smooth skin between his lips, the warm thick weight against his tongue, the way it filled his mouth, he loved every part of it. He let one hand roam over Jared some more, skimming over his thigh and hip and stomach while Ty took his cock deeper, gradually sucking harder. He began to bob his head, humming his appreciation as his fingers found one of Jared’s nipples to toy with. God, he was just a huge delicious hunk of man, and Ty did want more than this tonight, he just wanted to get Jared moaning first. His own cock was throbbing in the front of his pants, eager for attention too. Ty let his free hand slip down to give himself a squeeze through the soft cotton. He picked up his rhythm a bit, tongue rubbing firmly against the underside of Jared’s cock within his mouth.
Jared was too much of a giver in his sexual relationships to fully understand guys who were happy with just getting blowjobs and giving nothing in return but damn if he didn't come close to understanding it whenever Ty sucked his cock. He felt absolutely pampered, happily straddling the line between utter relaxation and sweet tension, his breathing picking up speed and his eyes threatening to close even if he wanted to keep watching. It was easy to get lost in the rhythm Ty set, his whole body tuned into it from his cock receiving the pleasure to the hand following the movements of Ty's head. Yeah, he was definitely closer to understanding, a small selfish part of him wanting to simply enjoy this and then snuggle up to sleep right after he came, preferably with Ty's lips still wrapped around his cock, licking him clean and lulling him to sleep. "God damn, baby," he groaned, eyes now fully closed and his head tilted back. "That's it."
Ty had kind of been one of those guys once upon a time. He hadn’t ever really been opposed to giving head back to lovers over the years, but receiving used to be his favorite part of any exchange. With Jared that had shifted to more even ground, because nothing turned him on more than hearing his man moan like that. Ty loved feeling those waves of tension roll through Jared’s thighs and hips, showing him just how good it all felt. He wanted to make Jared stupid with pleasure, putty in his hands, totally oblivious to everything except what Ty was doing to him, and he felt like they were well on their way. Humming around Jared’s cock as he took him as deep as he could for a moment, Ty slipped his hand into the front of his joggers to rub himself with a bit more purpose. He bobbed his head a few more times and then pulled his head up to catch a breath and give Jared a crooked grin. “You wanna come in my mouth or in my ass, baby?” Ty purred.
"Aw, sheesh," Jared moaned, then let out a small unsteady laugh. "I don't want you to stop," he added. "But fuck don't make me choose right now." His cock ached for more of that same attention that had been steadily driving him crazy in the best of ways, but he also liked the thought of Ty crawling up on top of him and riding him to completion. He knew he could shake off this laziness if he just got up and moved to the bedroom but it was oh so tempting to stay right where he was, like he'd found the perfect position to be in and wouldn't be able to find it again if he dared to move. And Ty was too good at this, dangerously so, making Jared feel like trembly putty.
That pretty much sounded like a choice to Ty, and he was good with that. They could always tear into each other again later in bed if they really got the urge. “Mmmhmm, you’re spoiled,” he teased, flashing Jared a grin before he bent over him again. He swirled his tongue around the head of Jared’s flushed cock before he took it between his lips again, relishing how hot and needy it felt, even just being neglected for a moment or two. Ty nudged his own pants down enough to expose himself, and started stroking his erection with more purpose. He was sure Jared would want to finish him off himself, but Ty’s body felt overheated and impatient for something, so he didn’t mind giving himself some pleasure on the way. With a low groan, he sucked Jared’s cock with enthusiasm -- maybe Ty couldn’t make him choose, but he could make him come.
Jared's arousal might have died down fast at the carnival but it had ramped up just as fast after they were safely home and now that he knew he could let loose, he didn't even try to hold back. He sank into the pleasure, his fingers tightening in Ty's hair though he didn't restrain his movements or try to direct him in any way; Ty knew what he was doing and he was doing it oh so well. Pretty soon he was moaning loudly, unable to keep from bucking his hips in response to the stimulus, tremors running through his thighs and his toes curling happily. His moans started out wordless but gradually changed into a series of 'oh fuck' and 'oh god yes', his voice hoarse and breathy as he reached his climax, all his focus on that sweet sensation as everything around him faded to black for a few seconds.
Ty expertly guided Jared through it, loving that he hardly even had to think about it. He knew Jared’s body almost as well as his own by now, where the sweet spots were, how much pressure he liked, the speed that made him go off the hardest. Running mostly on instinct and his own rising pleasure, Ty sucked for all he was worth, letting out low moans of his own as he felt his man get closer and closer. His cock throbbed as he felt Jared’s shaft swell further between his lips and suddenly the taste of him was filling Ty’s mouth. He slowed his movements and swallowed it down, relishing every little twitch against his tongue. Fuck, it was always so hot when Jared came, he felt pretty close to it himself. His hand still working himself, Ty pulled off of Jared’s cock and stood up to move in closer to Jared’s mouth.
"Oh my God," Jared groaned happily, feeling stupidly ecstatic and loose as he came down from his climax. He opened his eyes and watched Ty stand up, his cock flush and hard and tempting so Jared sat up a bit and stretched his arms out, winding them around Ty's slender hips. "C'mere," he murmured and pulled him in closer. He didn't have to think about it, just opened his mouth and took Ty's cock between his lips, greedy for the taste of him and eager to give him the same amount of pleasure he'd just received. He was still selfishly happy that Ty was standing up for now, allowing him to stay comfy and let his body settle down as it was still a little shaky and his legs felt a bit like jelly.