Taming Tyler

Tyler Devon was almost certain nothing was ever easy for him. His kettle had died so no morning coffee, the hot water was on the fritz and the landlord was not answering his phone. He'd taken to keeping a torch in the walk-in closet because the light kept frying any new bulbs he got. He sighed as he looked forlornly at the burnt toast while he fixed his tie. There was not going to be time to cook more, so he'd have to find something cheap on the run again. Which meant his nice boss was going to give him an earful for not eating healthy.Monday's were bad, but somehow they always seemed the worst for him.He took a few seconds to brush his teeth and make sure the gel in his hair was even, keeping it well spiked before heading out the door.“Morning Tyler!” Becky, his favourite neighbour called as they both were locking their doors. “Running late?”He had a few years on her, but you couldn’t tell, she had and extra few inches o

While Tyler waited in the small lounge area he tried to peak through the glass at the man working on his car. Mr Kane was defiantly someone he would never tire of looking at, the man was sex on legs and occasionally he would bend just so and Tyler would get an eyeful of the most perfect butt he'd ever seen. He shifted on the couch, feeling the arousal pool in his belly and tried to turn his mind back to his work. Kyle had been sympathetic when he'd called, insisting he take it easy and called him if he needed anything. But Tyler was feeling junk enough without getting Kyle to drive him around everywhere. Thankfully there was a lot of work that could be done remotely, and he forced himself to focus on connecting up everything he needed. It didn't take long to get into the zone, even the sexy owner mechanic couldn't derail him from there.At some point there was a polite cough and Tyler looked up, pushing his glasses up his nose. Mr Kane stood there, a small grin o

**Author's Notes: Trigger Warning for this chapter, discusses self harm and suicidal thoughts.** Standing in the isle, Tyler looked over the meat that was on special. He liked to cook, even if he only had himself to cook for. It was soothing to start with a handful of ingredients and a little time, and then have a meal at the end of it. With now having to worry about the car expense, Tyler wanted to be extra careful with the food shop.With pork on special he went through the different recipes in his mind before it registered his phone was going off.It rarely rung so he was surprised that the tingling sound was coming from his own pocket. Juggling the basket and the meat into one hand, he dug out the offending machine, smiling apologetically at another shopper as he blindly hit answer, bring it to his ear.“Afternoon, Tyler speaking.” He placed the meat in the basket, reaching for another.“Hey Tracey.”

 Ryder was in the elevator with him, and he wasn't running for the hills. If anything, Tyler thought deliriously, Ryder was trying to help. His voice had dragged Tyler out of his own mind, centering him and easing the attack almost completely. Tyler needed a shower as his body crashed and the adrenaline left his body, leaving him heavy and aching.But Ryder was holding his hand, watching him carefully."The elevator's stopped," he noticed with some surprise. To be completely fair he hadn't even realised it had started."Yes," Ryder let go of his hand, taking a step back. Tyler squashed the feeling of longing that welled up in him. "I went to find out where you were headed, but you needed help first."Tyler couldn't help the embarrassment that swamped him. His anxiety attacks were something he tried to keep private. Very few people had been through one with him. To have Mr Kane, whom he'd spent the last 48 lusting over, be one of those people was mort

 Somehow Tyler went inside, put the shopping away and got into the shower. He was a nervous wreck standing under the spray, but the hot water was soothing. It was a safe spot and he took the time to force himself into his emergency routine. It took longer then he wanted to empty his mind and focus only on the water and his breath. But also a lot less time than he’d feared. The water was still warm when he started to wash.Then he stared down his body and new worries surfaced.Transitioning had always been deeply personal to Tyler. When his body started to match his gender, a lot of the harm he’d done himself ceased. But there were still a lot of scars, a lot of pain, written into his body. Some scars he wore with pride, like those around his nipples to change his chest were important.  The stripes on his thighs came from dark times. He’d made peace with them long ago.Between the surgery, hormones and Becky helping him with some muscl