FIC: Connection, part 4, Covenant, Caleb/Tyler
Title: Connection (4/4)
Rating: PG
Fandom/Pairing: The Covenant - Caleb/Tyler
Summary: What we've all been waiting for.
Disclaimer: My intentions are purely recreational.
A/N: So this took me forever to write out! I had half of it written, then I decided that NO that was not how I wanted it. So I rewrote it... again and again. Slowly. Now enjoy.
Previous Parts
Caleb's eyes blinked open tiredly, and his mind registered the blaring red numbers displayed on his alarm clock. 2:54 AM--what was he doing up at 2:54 in the morning?
"Caleb?" Tyler's soft voice broke the silence of his bedroom, and Caleb let out a sleepy sigh. He turned over in bed to look at the figure to the side of him. "I thought about it."
"It?" Caleb's sleep-hazed mind took a minute to register what 'it' was, and when he did, he pushed himself up to rest on his arm. His mind was alert, though his body was opposing it. "Okay, talk to me, Ty," he murmured and took hold of Tyler's hand to pull him down onto the bed.
Tyler seated himself indian-style next to Caleb and fiddled with the comforter before spitting out, "I lied."
Caleb stared at Tyler for a second before shaking his head in sleepy confusion. "About what?"
"Well, I thought about it, but I still don't know."
This was too much thinking for this time of the night, Caleb decided, so he was going to settle this now, allowing them both get a couple more hours of sleep in. His game plan? "Tyler, I'm going to kiss you," Caleb stated simply.
"Well, now who's making it awkward, Caleb?" Tyler retorted, his voice confident, but everything else screaming anxiety: his heart-rate had sped up, his eyes had widened, and had someone raised the heat?
"It's only awkward if you make it awkward," Caleb murmured in reply, "so come here, and stop making it awkward," he teased. He sat up more and slipped his hand around the back of Tyler's neck, his fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck.
Tyler tried to stutter out something as the space between him and Caleb became less and less, but by the time his mouth let out a coherent sound, Caleb's lips were there to silence it.
It was weird, Caleb would admit, but it wasn't bad. Oh, it wasn't bad at all; it was actually pretty damn... amazing. Tyler's lips weren't covered in some scented lip gloss or moisturized to a point of unnatural softness; they were perfect--soft and smooth and all Tyler. Caleb realized he might have just discovered his addiction when Tyler pulled the slightest bit away, and all Caleb wanted to do was climb on top of him and kiss the night away.
"Cay.. I, uh--"
"You're thinking, worried, confused, scared?"
Caleb's way of knowing exactly what Tyler was going through pulled a smile out of the younger boy. "Yeah," Tyler sighed out with a hint of laughter in his voice. Caleb smiled in return, and they sat there in the dark silence for a minute before breaking into fits of laughter.
"That was so cheesy," Tyler gasped out between his laughs, "What is this, a movie?"
"Shut up," Caleb chuckled out and pulled Tyler down with him when his laughter became too unbearable for sitting, "don't ever tell Reid. Or Pogue. Or anyone."
Tyler pushed himself up on to his forearms and looked down at Caleb with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "What happens if I do?"
"Don't even get me started, baby boy," Caleb threatened, a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips, "You know I'll make you pay."
"As if I was going to tell them anyway. They'd never let either of us live it down," Tyler muttered with a roll of his eyes, "And you wouldn't do anything to me even if I did; I know you."
"Well come get to know me a little more," Caleb said with waggling eyebrows as he pulled Tyler down. The younger boy let out a laugh, but it was cut off by Caleb's lips on his.
This time, their meeting lips didn't separate as quickly, and when they did, it was followed by further kissing and no awkwardness. Caleb figured that Tyler had definitely thought up his decision now, and he was liking the answer.
Rating: PG
Fandom/Pairing: The Covenant - Caleb/Tyler
Summary: What we've all been waiting for.
Disclaimer: My intentions are purely recreational.
A/N: So this took me forever to write out! I had half of it written, then I decided that NO that was not how I wanted it. So I rewrote it... again and again. Slowly. Now enjoy.
Previous Parts
Caleb's eyes blinked open tiredly, and his mind registered the blaring red numbers displayed on his alarm clock. 2:54 AM--what was he doing up at 2:54 in the morning?
"Caleb?" Tyler's soft voice broke the silence of his bedroom, and Caleb let out a sleepy sigh. He turned over in bed to look at the figure to the side of him. "I thought about it."
"It?" Caleb's sleep-hazed mind took a minute to register what 'it' was, and when he did, he pushed himself up to rest on his arm. His mind was alert, though his body was opposing it. "Okay, talk to me, Ty," he murmured and took hold of Tyler's hand to pull him down onto the bed.
Tyler seated himself indian-style next to Caleb and fiddled with the comforter before spitting out, "I lied."
Caleb stared at Tyler for a second before shaking his head in sleepy confusion. "About what?"
"Well, I thought about it, but I still don't know."
This was too much thinking for this time of the night, Caleb decided, so he was going to settle this now, allowing them both get a couple more hours of sleep in. His game plan? "Tyler, I'm going to kiss you," Caleb stated simply.
"Well, now who's making it awkward, Caleb?" Tyler retorted, his voice confident, but everything else screaming anxiety: his heart-rate had sped up, his eyes had widened, and had someone raised the heat?
"It's only awkward if you make it awkward," Caleb murmured in reply, "so come here, and stop making it awkward," he teased. He sat up more and slipped his hand around the back of Tyler's neck, his fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck.
Tyler tried to stutter out something as the space between him and Caleb became less and less, but by the time his mouth let out a coherent sound, Caleb's lips were there to silence it.
It was weird, Caleb would admit, but it wasn't bad. Oh, it wasn't bad at all; it was actually pretty damn... amazing. Tyler's lips weren't covered in some scented lip gloss or moisturized to a point of unnatural softness; they were perfect--soft and smooth and all Tyler. Caleb realized he might have just discovered his addiction when Tyler pulled the slightest bit away, and all Caleb wanted to do was climb on top of him and kiss the night away.
"Cay.. I, uh--"
"You're thinking, worried, confused, scared?"
Caleb's way of knowing exactly what Tyler was going through pulled a smile out of the younger boy. "Yeah," Tyler sighed out with a hint of laughter in his voice. Caleb smiled in return, and they sat there in the dark silence for a minute before breaking into fits of laughter.
"That was so cheesy," Tyler gasped out between his laughs, "What is this, a movie?"
"Shut up," Caleb chuckled out and pulled Tyler down with him when his laughter became too unbearable for sitting, "don't ever tell Reid. Or Pogue. Or anyone."
Tyler pushed himself up on to his forearms and looked down at Caleb with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "What happens if I do?"
"Don't even get me started, baby boy," Caleb threatened, a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips, "You know I'll make you pay."
"As if I was going to tell them anyway. They'd never let either of us live it down," Tyler muttered with a roll of his eyes, "And you wouldn't do anything to me even if I did; I know you."
"Well come get to know me a little more," Caleb said with waggling eyebrows as he pulled Tyler down. The younger boy let out a laugh, but it was cut off by Caleb's lips on his.
This time, their meeting lips didn't separate as quickly, and when they did, it was followed by further kissing and no awkwardness. Caleb figured that Tyler had definitely thought up his decision now, and he was liking the answer.