"Thanks...that means a lot," smiled Tyler as he followed Tom's directions. "Hey I'm sorry if I dumped a lot of stuff on you. I-I know I can't apologize for him, but I don't know. Sometimes I wonder...nah never mind. This place right?" Tyler changed the topic and parked on the street in front of the house.

"No problem, and don't worry. I'm glad I can help in some way. After all, I'd be in a lot more pain if you hadn't helped me." Thomas said, smiling again. "And yeah, it's this one." He grabbed his bag and exited the car, hunching over to try and minimize the amount of pain he took when he walked. He soon realized he couldn't bare it for very long. "Ummm...Tyler...would you mind helping me again?" He asked.

"Yeah, no problem. I was more surprised you got out without me helping you out..." said Tyler as he quickly got out of his truck (locking it) and made it to Tom's side. He took Tom's back and gave his arm as a way to support him. "I can carry you too," smiled Tyler as began to chuckle as he thought about it.

Thomas leaned onto Tyler, standing up a bit straighter once he had Tyler's support. When the stud offered to carry him, Thomas figured a little flirting wouldn't hurt his scheme in the long run. "Can you?" Thomas asked, blushing a little. "Of course you can. I bet you can lift over 200 pounds." Thomas added, trying to compliment the jock.

Tyler blushed slightly and smiled as he picked Thomas up bridal style. "I can actually," with little effort he walked over to the front door. "Is this where I make a bad joke and say 'welcome home'?"

Thomas gasped as he was picked up so easily. As he felt his feet being whisked off the floor, he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't an act, he was genuinely amazed by the stud. For the first time in a while, Thomas was laughing genuinely. Without thinking, Thomas rested his head against Tyler's broad chest. "Yeah, and then I'd follow it up with a bad joke about our honeymoon." Thomas said, continuing to flirt with the jock. He wondered how he would react, knowing that almost every couple had sex on their honeymoon.

"Well that would be awkward with your parent's home," he smirked as he set Thomas down in front of the door. "Sorry. I thought that maybe you would like to walk inside yourself..."

Thomas laughed a bit when Tyler responded. When he was set down back on his feet, he couldn't help but miss being in the stud's arms a bit. Opening the door, he walked into the house. "Mom, I'm home and my friend's here too. When will dinner be ready?" Quick footsteps were heard as Thomas' mother dashed through the house to see Thomas' new friend. She was beyond shocked to see Tyler, and it showed on her face. She was expecting one of his nerd friends, definitely not the athlete.

"Oh...hello, I'm Theresa, Thomas' mom, but you can call me Mrs. Sorenson." She said, smiling. "I'd shake your hand, but don't wanna mess you up." She said with a bright smile. Her hands were covered in flour. "Why don't you two go hang out in Thomas' room while I get dinner started. It'll be done in an hour and a half, around when your father gets home." She said before walking off back to the kitchen.

"So...umm...do you want to go hang out in my room?" He asked Tyler.

"Hello Mrs. Sorenson," smiled Tyler as he shook her hand while givin her a dazzling smile. "I hope I am not being a bother." Once she walks away from view, Tyler picks up Thomas and walks to his room.

"Well of course. Now gimpy shall we?" He joked as he walked to Thomas's room. "Hope you don't mind me carrying you for right now. Should I get an ice pack from your mom later?"

Thomas couldn't help but laugh again when Tyler picked him up. "I don't mind at all. It's really fun." The nerdy brunette responded. He laid his head against Tyler's chest again as he was carried up the stairs into his room. It wasn't much. White walls, a bed, a window, a dresser, a closet, a desk with a computer, and a tv with a gaming console hooked up to it. "We can get some after Mom's done with dinner. Going in the kitchen when she's trying to cook a meal is suicide." He said with a smile. Being the teenage male he was, his mind and body started to race when he realized he was in his bedroom alone with a stud. He decided to see how far he could push his luck with Tyler. "I guess the honeymoon can still happen if my Mom doesn't have a problem with you being in my room." Thomas said, unknowingly blushing in the black teen's arms.