Fic: Let's Be More Than This (6/19) [The Covenant, OT4, FRAO/NC-17]
Title: Let's Be More Than This - Chapter 6
Author: mickey_sixx
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Caleb Danvers/Pogue Parry/Reid Garwin/Tyler Simms (eventual), Reid Garwin/Tyler Simms (established)
Rating: FRAO/NC-17/M
Word Count: ~67K (yeah, it's an epic)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I do not own them!
Beta: Sam | hawk_dancing (Thank you so much! *smishes*) & barefoot_starz ♥
WARNING! This fic contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between two (three... eventually four) men. If this offends you, please do not read.
Summary: The last of the old Covenant has died, leaving the new Generation to carry on the legacy, but Caleb soon discovers there is more to the Power than he'd previously thought. Friendships will be tested and secrets revealed as the Sons of Ipswich find out what it really means to be one of the Covenant.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Chapter 6
The tension between them was palpable. Neither of them would look or talk to each other, and as soon as Pogue took his seat at their usual lunch table, Caleb gathered his stuff and stood, murmuring a short 'see ya later'. Pogue snorted and sank back into his seat, but he was far from relaxed.
"Running away again, Caleb?"
The older boy froze for a few seconds before continuing on his way out the cafeteria. Tyler and Reid glanced to each other. This was worse than they thought. Opposite them, the long haired teen blew out a long breath and sat forward again, looking troubled and hurt for a brief second before blanking his face.
"What's going on with you two?"
Pogue shook his head and snagged a fry from his plate to stuff in his mouth, "We had a fight."
"Hello Captain Obvious," Tyler snorted, eyebrow raised, "Do I have to ask what over or am I allowed to guess?" Pogue gave him a 'duh' look and Tyler nodded, "Yeah, thought so. What happened?"
He shrugged, "I wanted to know what was going on with him, so I asked him. Again." He made a face and picked up a few more fries, "His answer was to throw me across the driveway."
"Fuck," Reid muttered, shaking his head and feeling a little bitter, "That's his answer to everything."
"That was different," Tyler said, "You were baiting him." He sighed, "C'mon you guys, he's obviously not in a good place right now, fighting with him isn't going to get us anywhere. We need to help him." Both his boyfriend and his best friend stared at him and Tyler squirmed under their combined gaze. "What?"
"When he stops being a stubborn bastard and pulls his head from his ass to tell us what's up, then I'll be the first to try and help, but until then he can go screw himself," Pogue said firmly, picking up his burger and taking a bite. The youngest just sighed and shook his head, stabbing at his own lunch half-heartedly.
"All I'm saying is that whatever is bugging Caleb must be big to have him flip out like that. We're his family, guys, we have to stick by him." He glanced up at Pogue, "Not fight with him."
The long haired boy snorted, "Fine, if you wanna try and get through to him, be my guest. Just don't come crying to me when he bites your head off too."
"Or throws you into a wall," Reid added with a smirk.
Tyler flipped them off and went back to his lunch, but he was already thinking about trying Caleb again. They hardly spent any time with him anymore and Tyler actually missed him. Whatever was going on with him, he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
~*~*~*~
This was getting ridiculous. The time he could spend around his own friends was getting shorter and shorter. Now it was down to less than 30 minutes; then the never-ending itch started under his skin and his hormones started going crazy. He probably could have handled lunch as long as he'd just eaten and then told them he needed to get some work done at the library, but as soon as Pogue had arrived at the table, Caleb knew he needed to get as far away as possible as fast as he could. His friend's anger was tangible; it hit him like a brick wall and almost succeeded in taking his breath away.
It also made him incredibly hard in record time.
Caleb threw his car into gear and retreated towards the safety of home, willing his body to co-operate and calm down. Not that it would listen. It never did.
Every day was getting harder and Caleb was finding it difficult to keep up the bullshit. They knew something was up with him and were frustrated at his lack of honesty, but Caleb couldn't. He couldn't tell them. He didn't want to see the disgust on their faces when he came out with it, when he told them that he was insanely horny and needed to screw one of them. Or all of them.
He wasn't quite sure how it worked yet.
His mom wasn't home. He noticed her car was missing from the garage as he skidded to a stop in front of the house. Caleb had never felt so relieved at her absence as he did now. He got out of his car and made his way towards the house, getting in and closing the door behind him as quick as he could. Then he took the stairs two at a time until he got to his room.
Caleb leaned back against the door and took a few deep breaths. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't let himself sink to jacking off to thoughts of his best friends. He shouldn't be fantasizing about touching them or wondering what they'd look like as he fucked them. It was wrong and absurd.
But just like in the car the night before, he couldn't stop himself from sliding his hand down his pants to try and alleviate the pressure. A pained hiss escaped between his clenched teeth as skin touched skin, fingers wrapping around the swollen shaft firmly. His other hand reached out and gripped the door handle for balance as he started jerking himself off, keeping his movements steady.
His traitorous mind supplied him with a multitude of scenes and scenarios involving each of his friends. Imaginary Pogue was bent over the kitchen counter, fingers holding on tight to the opposite side as Caleb pounded into him over and over again. He could already hear the grunts and the harsh encouragements as he took him hard and fast, see his damp hair falling to the surface of the counter, feel his hand reaching back to urge him deeper, harder, faster. Caleb gasped and let his head fall back to thump against the wood. Tyler would be on his knees, sucking him down like his life depended on it. Caleb could feel the hot, slick squeeze around his cock as the youngest worked his throat muscles against him, eyes twinkling up at him in playful desire while his hands pinned his hips to the wall to keep him from moving. And Reid... Reid would be on his back while Caleb fucked him face to face, staring down at devilish blue eyes and watching his cherry red mouth move as he told Caleb just how good he felt inside him, how long he'd waited for him to get a clue, how he wanted Caleb to come so deep inside him that he could taste it on his tongue.
A loud moan echoed around the room, hand pumping furiously as the images seared through his mind. He wanted them all so badly it hurt. He wanted to taste and touch and fuck and claim them all to be his and his alone. The Power coursed through his body like lightening, shattering his nerves and his control.
His orgasm hit him like never before; slamming into him like a truck. Caleb's body shook violently, the door handle cutting into his skin with the force of his grip, hips bucking wildly as he shot his load over his hand and his school pants. Feeling dizzy and weak, he slid down to the floor, falling to his hands and knees while he jerked through the last of the aftershocks. He panted and shuddered, eyes falling closed as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. Once he was cleaned up and calmed down, he could go back to school and hopefully avoid them for the rest of the afternoon.
To his dismay, the itch hadn't stopped like he thought it would. It crawled along his body like a million tiny ants marching under his skin. His cock had only half softened and it was then he knew. He dropped his head forward in defeat; jerking off wouldn't work anymore. He needed the real thing now.
He needed them.
Quiet chimes mingled with his slowing breaths and he groaned softly. Go away, he thought to himself, no-one's home. Without thinking he called on the Power and tried to send these thoughts to whoever was waiting on the porch, but the response was not what he was expecting.
'You're not gonna get rid of me that easily, Caleb, so open the goddamn door.'
The dark haired boy sighed. Tyler. That was the last thing he needed.
He didn't have the energy to argue, so Caleb heaved himself off the floor and straightened himself up. The Power swirled as he cleaned himself down, leaving no trace of anything that could incriminate him, and he tucked himself back into his pants, hoping that his clothes would hide his semi well enough. The doorbell sounded again just as he was making his way down the stairs.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" He called out, jogging down the last few steps to get to the door. Sure enough, Tyler was waiting on the other side when he opened it.
"We're worried about you."
Caleb sighed at Tyler's opening words. He couldn't do this again. "I'm fine."
"Uh-huh, you keep telling yourself that, Caleb." The door opened wider as the youngest pushed passed him. He gave a frustrated sigh and shut it again, following the youngest into the kitchen.
"I've told you a million times now, I'm-"
"-fine, yes, we know." The youngest didn't look at him as he raided the refrigerator for something to eat. "You keep saying that, Cay, but you're not. We know you're not."
He collapsed into a high stool at the breakfast bar and ran his hands over his face. God, he didn't want this conversation. He didn't want Tyler here at all, and that feeling hurt him the most. The itch, the craving; it was still there, and at the moment he was able to keep it at bay.
But for how long?
Caleb heard Tyler take the chair opposite him and then pop the top on a soda can. He looked up to find the younger boy watching him carefully. Heat shot through him and he squirmed a little in his seat. God, not now.
"What do you want me to say, Ty? That I'm not ok?"
"Yes!" He exclaimed, "Yes, that's exactly what we want you to say."
Caleb shook his head, "It wouldn't accomplish anything."
"And lying to us does?" He shook his head, eyes sad and worried, "We just want the truth, man. We just wanna help you."
Caleb shook his head and went quiet for a few minutes. He could tell that Tyler wasn't going to give up without a fight, without pushing him to his limit, and somehow that thought made him even hotter for the boy opposite him. He was determined; he wasn't going to stop until he got an answer out of Caleb.
He had a bad feeling about this.
"The truth is..." The truth is I want you. I want you. All three of you, any way I can have you; in bed, bent over the sofa, against the wall, in the locker room after practice, on your knees, spread for me. I want you and there's nothing I can do to stop it. "The truth is... you're right. I'm not ok."
"Finally, a break-through!" Caleb's lips turned up slightly at the relieved tone. Tyler smiled back at him imploringly, and Caleb knew what was coming next. "What's going on, Cay?"
Dark eyes dropped to the tiled surface under his hands. "I... I can't tell you."
Tyler let out a frustrated noise, "What is this? One step forward and two steps back?"
He couldn't do this again. He felt the younger boy's emotions like they were his own, attacking his system, making him ache and want. Shaking his head, Caleb slid from the stool and headed towards the den, hands linking behind his neck to try and soothe the tension bleeding into his muscles. There was a soft curse behind him and the scrape of the stool against the floor as Tyler followed him.
"But why?" He asked, clearly getting agitated. Caleb kept his back to him, trying his hardest to keep himself in check. "Why can't you tell us the truth?"
"Trust me, Ty," He said, giving a strained, bitter little laugh, "You wouldn't want to know."
"You're so fucking stubborn!" Tyler hissed and Caleb had to bite his lip to keep himself from letting loose the whimper that threatened to spill from his mouth. The other boy's irritation only made him harder, his cock now fully erect again and begging for attention. "I wouldn't be asking if I - if we - didn't want to know. I mean, shit, I'm not stupid. I know that whatever it is, it involves us. I've..." He seemed to hesitate, "I've seen you looking. At us, I mean. And last night you were at Nicky's when me and Reid... I know you saw that."
Caleb tensed. Fuck.
"Is that it?" Tyler's voice was closer now, softer. He could feel the heat from his body as he neared and Caleb had to force himself not to reach out and grab him when he finally stopped in front of him. "I-is that it? You like one of us?"
He snorted and shook his head. "No," he answered a little shakily. Not one; all three of you.
"Then what the hell is going on?" Caleb couldn't stop himself from looking up into compassionate blue eyes, his stomach twisting in need. "Dude, we're your best friends; your family. Whatever it is, we'll help you."
And then Tyler made his mistake. The youngest reached out and placed his hand on Caleb's shoulder, a gesture that was meant to comfort and soothe him. In Caleb's heightened state of need, it had the opposite effect. Even through the layers of cloth, it burned into his skin like a brand, setting his blood alight in a matter of seconds. Before Tyler could even blink, Caleb had rounded on him and slammed him straight into the nearest wall so hard that the pictures rattled. A quiet 'oomphf' followed the action, but Caleb was too far gone to care if he actually hurt Tyler or not. He caught a glimpse of surprised, confused eyes before Caleb plunged his tongue into his open mouth.
The kiss was fast and furious, dominated by Caleb's desire and overwhelming need to satisfy his hunger. His body pinned Tyler's to the wall, a thigh firmly between his knees and hips pressed tight against hips. Hands wandered restlessly, mindless in their task of touching, feeling, trying to find bare skin under the layers of cloth. His cock strained against his pants and Caleb moaned when Tyler moved under him, giving him the friction he so desperately needed.
And Tyler was responding to him. Tongues battled equally, sliding as mouths fused together passionately. His hands clutched at Caleb's shoulders, fisting in the cotton of his white school shirt and creasing it as he tried to pull Caleb even closer. The youngest rolled his hips, gasping little moans echoing wetly between them as Caleb's hands grabbed his ass and lined them up as much as he could before rutting against him, into the wall, feeling the answering hardness press against his own. The heady scent of sex and Power infused his senses and made him blind to everything other than the heat and friction of Tyler's body against his own.
Before either of them could stop themselves, they came hard and fast, orgasms hitting one after another. Tyler tore his mouth away from Caleb's, throwing his head back to thump hard against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he cried out the older boy's name. His body trembled, hips bucking uncontrollably until he gave everything he had. Caleb followed a few seconds later, fingers biting viciously into the meat of Tyler's ass, releasing himself into his pants. With his forehead pressed against the youngest's shoulder, Caleb rocked them through their orgasms, breathless pants and hitching moans the only sounds in the room.
The full weight of what they'd done didn't hit him until he pulled his head back a few moments later to see Tyler's scared, betrayed face staring back at him. It was as effective as having a bucket of ice water dumped on his head. Caleb felt sick; oh god, how could he? Shock had him stumbling back, his own face a picture of horror as he released Tyler.
"Oh god," He breathed, "Ty.... Ty, that... I didn't mean.... I'm so sorry."
But Tyler wasn't listening. Without another word he pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the room. Caleb couldn't move to stop him; he was frozen to the spot by his own disgust and horror. A few seconds later the front door slammed, signalling Tyler's exit.
Then silence. Caleb's stomach clenched and before he knew it, he was running for the kitchen sink, one thought going round and round in his head.
Oh god, what have I done?
~*~*~*~
"Ty, did ya hear what I said?"
The dark haired teen started as Reid's voice penetrated the dazed fog in his mind. He looked up from the text book on the desk with surprise, eyes quickly locating and fixing on his boyfriend. The blond stared back, one eyebrow arched above a clear blue eye, waiting for Tyler's answer.
"Um... something about Nicky's?" He guessed.
Reid rolled his eyes, "I said me and Pogue are meeting up with some of the guys from class and we're gonna go ride into Gloucester."
"Oh." His boyfriend frowned at him and he squirmed under his gaze, already feeling the guilt settle heavily in the pit of his stomach, "What?"
"Are you ok, baby?" He walked forward and ran his fingers through Tyler's hair gently, the troubled frown puckering his forehead. Tyler felt queasy at the loving touch. "You've been spacing since this afternoon."
The younger boy inwardly winced, not realizing he'd been so transparent. He swallowed and forced himself to smile at Reid, turning his head into the gentle hand. This afternoon had been a disaster.
"I'm fine, I promise," He lied, trying to keep his voice relaxed, "Just been thinking about stuff; you know, school and exams."
Thankfully the blond seemed to swallow his excuse. He snorted and eyed him up, "Like you even need to worry about any of it, baby boy. Besides, the exams are months away, why are you thinking about them now?"
Tyler shrugged, unable to answer. Reid just laughed and ruffled his hair, which automatically had Tyler frowning and trying to bat his hands away. Reid just laughed more.
"You gonna join us?" He asked, finally easing up on his teasing. Tyler ran his fingers through his hair to tug out the mess that Reid had created. He shook his head.
"Nah, I think I'll stay here. I got some stuff to do anyway."
Reid shrugged, "Eh, suit yourself. I'll be back later." He leaned down and kissed him square on the mouth and Tyler had to force himself to respond normally to the contact. "Don't wait up."
As soon as the door closed behind him, Tyler collapsed back into his chair, feeling helpless and tired. He blew out his breath and ran his hands over his face. He was so screwed; so utterly utterly screwed. In the space of a few minutes, his life had been turned upside down and everything he thought he knew had gone out the window. He'd done the one thing he swore he would never do to anyone.
He'd cheated on his boyfriend.
Even worse, he'd cheated on his boyfriend with one of their best friends.
This afternoon he'd gone into Caleb's house knowing two basic facts: Reid was his boyfriend and he loved him, and Caleb was his best friend. They sat on different sides of a line.
When he'd walked out, that line was no longer there. It was so blurred and distorted that Tyler couldn't tell who was supposed to be on which side.
Worse still, he'd enjoyed it. He'd enjoyed the command and the dominance and the need that Caleb displayed as he slammed him into the wall. He'd enjoyed feeling his hard body pressed against his own, so different from Reid's and yet similar in many ways; loved the large hands that gripped him tight and pulled him closer as they rubbed off on each other like their lives depended on it. The taste of desperation and hunger still lingered on his tongue, mixing with the barely there trace of Caleb himself. He'd come in his pants so hard and so fast that his head spun, leaving him dizzy and disorientated and confused. It was over in a matter of minutes, but that was all it took to bring Tyler's world crashing down on him.
Since the moment he'd realized what he'd done, he'd carried the guilt around with him. Every time he saw Reid it was like a punch to the gut. He was happy with Reid. He loved Reid, and yet still he cheated on him with his best friend. It was like the ultimate betrayal. It made him sick.
At least now he knew what was up with Caleb. Obviously the older boy had been crushing on him for a while, but now he knew that Tyler and Reid were together, he got jealous. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell the others because then they'd want to know how he found out, and he didn't really think the truthful answer would go down well with anyone.
No, nobody could know. He couldn't hurt Reid like that, he'd never forgive him for it. Tyler snorted softly to himself; it was funny, really. Out of the two of them, he always thought Reid would be the one to play away.
Shit, what am I going to do?
On to Chapter 7