Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

31. Pretty Boys

It was Friday night, two days have passed since he'd seen Wyatt that day. At school, only lingering glances at each other through the halls are enough.

Since Tyler wasn't able to have Wyatt, he wanted to explore with someone. No girls. For some reason he only felt inclined towards pretty white boys. Made sense, he wasn't into masculine types.

They had taken Rocky's car to the mall downtown, where they'd usually go to skate and fuck around. Taco wanted to buy a present for his mom. Only Tyler, Jasper, Taco and Rocky were able to go, Lionel was stuck doing chores. They turned the music up loud as hell, Tyler shouting things out the window. Rocky yelled at him to stop bringing attention to them since he didn't carry a license.

Once they got to the mall, it was pretty packed. They found parking, jumped out the car and made their way towards the entrance.

"Fuck, we could've gone to cvs and gotten her some chocolates," Taco said, overwhelmed by the amount of people coming in and out.

"Nigga you could've said that earlier. You owe me gas money," Rocky spat.

They walked around, laughing and shouting about things they found funny. They went into the first store, Taco inspecting things that could potentially be a good present for his mom.

"This shit $80? Why? It's fucking ugly!" Taco placed the blouse back unfolded. Laughing, they left.

"Damn, you got a mans?" Rocky stopped in front of a girl with her friends. They snickered and she smiled.

"Not at the moment,"

"Here. Put your number in my phone and we can talk about changing that."

Tyler, Taco, and Jasper let out the loudest laugh ever, it was so corny to them. The fact that he was able to get at anyone and not get rejected was hilarious. 

"Nigga what about Jorja?" Tyler asked as he came back.

"What about her? We on a break still. So we're technically not together,"

"You fucking whore," Tyler laughed.

They walked around the mall going in and out of stores for around 30 minutes. Once again, nothing cheaper than what Taco wanted to buy. Just then, Tyler's eyes fixated on a boy, he couldn't take his eyes off him. He was coming closer, and moved right past him, making eye contact with T as well.

They couldn't take their eyes off of each other, it was strange; T had never experienced that before. The boy kept walking, he seemed to be with two other friends. Tyler kept his gaze on him, suddenly bumping into someone.

"Shit, shit. I'm sorry," Tyler picked up the old lady's bag, handing it over to her.

"It's alright dear."

"Nigga what the fuck is wrong with you?" Jasper turned around as they all stopped in their tracks.

"Nah, just saw the prettiest girl. She left though," Tyler lied.

They laughed, walking around for a bit longer.
They found another store, and they decided to walk in.

"Yo, i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," Tyler said, signaling he needed to pee.

He began to walk over to the bathroom that was a bit of a walk away. It was the closest one. Once he got inside, he used the urinal quickly, immediately zipping up his pants and walked towards the sink. Just then, a familiar boy opened the bathroom door. It was him.

The boy walked towards the sink, grabbing some hand soap. As he looked up in the mirror, he noticed Tyler.

"Nice pants," the boy said, breaking the silence. T's pants were a dark green.

"I–Uh, Thanks. I saw you walking by me a few minutes ago," T redacted.

"Yeah, I knew you looked familiar."

"You have really pretty eyes, I couldn't take mine off you."

"Are you hitting on me?" The boy laughed, looking down as he finished up washing his hands.

"Uh, no?" Tyler smiled.

"It's a shame. You're my type," The boy grabbed some paper towels.

"What's your type?"

"You."

He inched closer to Tyler.

Tyler bit his lip, the boy was gorgeous. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes. It was driving Tyler insane.

They were almost the same height, just like Wyatt was with Tyler.

Tyler could tell the boy wanted him to take charge. His face said it all. So he did.

T took the boy's neck, pushing his face towards him; the boy didn't pull back, instead, he grabbed the back of T's neck too, bringing him in as they kissed.

The boy tasted so sweet, just how Tyler liked it. Their lips lingered together harshly before the boy pulled back slightly, his tongue licking T's lips before going in again. His lips grazed Tyler's neck, before he began to suck on it. He let go, kissed it, then sucked on it again. Tyler's head tilted back in pleasure.

The boy let go, and eyed the mark he left on Tyler, satisfied with himself.

"Wish I could stay longer but I've got a plane to catch tomorrow."

"You're not from here?"

"Seattle," The boy fixed his jacket as he began to walk towards the door.

"What's your name?" Tyler asked quickly.

"Jacob."

"I'm Tyler."

"Nice meeting you, Tyler."

The door shut behind him as Tyler inspected himself in the mirror. His eyes landed on the hickey that was now really prominent on his neck. It was completely visible. Fuck.