Fic: Let's Be More Than This (17/19) [The Covenant, OT4, FRAO/NC-17]
Title: Let's Be More Than This - Chapter 17
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 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Caleb had always been a deep sleeper. From the second he drifted off until the alarm clock woke him in the morning, he was pretty much dead to the world. It was very rare for him to wake up in the middle of the night, Power usage and Darklings notwithstanding. Which is why the dark-haired teen was frowning, eyes cracked open just enough to see the red LCD numbers of his alarm clock swim into focus. 3am. Something had pulled him from sweet unconsciousness back into the land of the living and whatever it was was going to pay.
Freezing cold fingers touched his waist and he flinched away with a sharp hiss. A low chuckle preceded the press of a body against his back, the skin only slightly warmer there as goosebumps raced over Caleb's flesh.
"F'ck," he groaned, voice sticky, eyes screwed up and keeping still as Reid moved to wrap around him, "Bastard."
"Bitch," The blond answered, amused, and pressed his nose to the nape of Caleb's neck, lips stretching even more when the oldest teen jumped again. The more he did this, the easier he found it; being around Caleb like this, being with him. He liked it.
"Mm," He agreed groggily, "What you doin' here? Thought you'd gone home."
"I did."
The tone in his voice caused Caleb to frown again and with a little bit of manoeuvring he turned over to face the blond and pulled him closer. He still found it weird how easy it was to accept this, to touch and be touched and hold and be held. Especially with Reid. They clashed more than they gelled, or at least they used to. Hot breath skated over his collar-bone as the blond tucked his head under his strong chin, cold hands and feet now warming themselves on his bare back and legs.
"What's up?" He murmured, breath stirring his hair.
Reid shook his head slightly, "Mom. It's nothing." Caleb bit his tongue and declined from mentioning that he knew it wasn't 'nothing'. Instead Reid sighed again and asked, "What happened with Pogue?"
He smirked, "Nothing." He didn't need to see the blond's face to know that Reid was rolling his eyes, so he snorted, "Nothing, ok? I told you we were going to take this slow. I don't want to spook him."
"From Tyler's description of you two sucking face, I'd say he wants to be spooked." He tipped his head back enough to be able to see the other boy's face, "Seriously, Caleb, he needs this as much as we do. Don't handle him with kid-gloves or he's just gonna snap."
He looked down at the blond with an arched eyebrow, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said, "And don't change the subject. What's up with your mom?"
Reid cursed under his breath and untangled himself from Caleb, rolling away to lie on his back beside his brother. Caleb let him go, pleased when Reid kept a foot hooked around his calf, kept them connected while he flung an arm over his eyes and finally told him.
"We had a fight," he said on a sigh, "When we got home I found plane tickets for both of us to go to England for Christmas."
"What?"
"Said something about family. What family? As far as I know she hasn't got any. Dad's parents died long before I was born and her's didn't want anything to do with her when she agreed to marry a Garwin." He drew in a breath and rubbed his face with his hands, and then threw his arm back over his eyes again, "I told her to cancel the ticket, we argued, and I left. Drove around for a bit to clear my head before coming here."
Caleb was silent for a few minutes, watching Reid. "Why?"
"Why what? Why did I ask her to cancel the ticket?"
"No," Reid still hadn't moved, "Why come to me?"
It took a few seconds to Reid to respond, then he shrugged and said, "Why not?"
The oldest frowned slightly, "I just thought that you'd go to Tyler."
Another shrug, "I wanted to come to you." Something deep inside Caleb's chest warmed at the admission but before he could speak, Reid removed his arm and carried on, "I'm not spending our first Christmas together away from you guys."
The words caught Caleb's attention and he snorted, "We've spent Christmas together one way or another since we started Spenser."
"Not like this," he murmured softly, turning ice blue eyes onto Caleb. Even in the dark, he could feel the full weight of his gaze hit him like a sledge-hammer, could see the seriousness glittering in the depths, "This is different."
The second Reid spoke the words he knew them to be true. It was different. It wasn't going to be four friends, four brothers hanging out and bitching about this girl or that girl or what state their mother's were in. This year would be their first Christmas as lovers. Their relationship had been redefined over the past couple of months and Caleb suddenly realised the full extent the changes would have on the rest of their lives.
They stared at each other for a long time and it was Caleb who finally broke their tableau. Leaning over, he softly brushed his lips over Reid's, waiting for him to respond before taking it further. This was different as well. He'd kissed Reid a few times since this started, but those were full of blazing heat and a kind of feral instinct. Caleb felt the pressure of dry lips against his own and the hand, now warm and palm-flat against his skin, moving slowly up his arm and across his shoulder to rest curled around the nape of his neck. He felt Reid's body under his own as he moved, felt each rhythmic and steady breath lift his chest, the playful tip of a tongue that he caught and kissed before releasing. This was slow-burning and sensual, but no less passionate than those times before.
And suddenly something clicked. He'd felt the same thing when he kissed Tyler like this before. This kiss wasn't a teasing prelude to sex. It just... was.
When they eventually parted, Caleb found himself lying between Reid's thighs, his arms resting on the mattress and bracing his body over the blond's. Two hands cupped his face and Caleb had just enough time to turn his head to the side and kiss one palm before they moved back to his shoulders. He smiled and bent down to nuzzle at the pale throat below him.
"I thought this would be more awkward," Caleb murmured, lips following the same path, words flowing out of his mouth, "But it’s not. It's like... like..."
"Like you should feel wrong for doing this, but you can't because you want it - need it - with everything you have inside you."
He pulled away slowly, brown eyes meeting understanding blue, shocked that his own feelings had been so perfectly explained. "Yeah." They stared at each other once more. "This isn't just about helping me through this anymore, is it?"
It never was. Not really, Reid thought in the privacy of his own head. With a lop-sided smile he leaned up and nipped Caleb on the chin, nudging him with a knee until he rolled onto his side again. The blond contented himself with curling around the warm body under the covers and closing his eyes.
"Go back to sleep, Caleb."
For once, Caleb didn't argue with him and instead he closed his eyes and let sleep pull him under again.
~*~*~*~
The second time he woke was a much better experience. Instead of freezing fingers applying themselves to his skin and making him hiss, a warm wet tongue lapped slowly at his erection, pulling him gently away from sleep. A low hum rumbled through his chest and he stretched, both arms reaching up over his head to grip the headboard while his body arched and lengthened. Two arms curled loosely around his thighs, hands splayed out over each hip, and a wickedly talented tongue mapped out hard flesh.
"Mmm, mor'in'"
Reid sucked a kiss to the crease of his left thigh, making Caleb laugh at the sensation, his stretch failing. A muffled "Morning" came from beneath the blankets before the blond's mouth returned to its task of driving Caleb insane. The oldest settled back and closed his eyes again, letting Reid play. Tingles of Power crawled just under his skin but it wasn't enough to hurry him just yet. He wound strands of blond hair around his fingers and messaged his scalp absently, causing Reid to purr and finally take his cock between his lips.
He got two long, teasing sucks in before the phone started ringing.
Caleb groaned, half in pleasure and half in frustration, and rolled his head to the side in an effort to locate his cell. Goosebumps raced across his skin as Reid sighed, his breath hitting the wet flesh, teasing him even more. The covers moved, pulled back and over, and Reid poked his head out and squinted at the older male.
"Leave it," he said, and Caleb wanted to obey. The picture his brother made between his spread thighs was enough to ramp up the Power-urge a little more. A smirk pulled at Reid's mouth, almost as if he knew what Caleb was thinking, and just to prove it he leaned down and ran his tongue in one long swipe from root to tip, wicked blue eyes on sleepy brown all the way.
"Nng." But the cell phone was still ringing and Caleb growled and stretched his arm out, palm open, and let the Power bring it to him. Teeth nipped at his thigh, accusing blue eyes peering at him from under mused blond hair.
"Naughty."
Caleb shrugged, ignoring the weird role-change, and glanced at the caller ID, "It's Tyler."
"Mm," Reid shifted up a little and rested his cheek against a hip, "You gonna answer it?"
"You want me to?"
He sighed, "I'm not gonna hide anything from him, just answer the phone."
Caleb squirmed, "I didn't mean-"
"-Just answer the goddamn phone, Caleb."
The dark-haired teen sent a muted glare down his body and answered the call, "Hey."
"Hey, is Reid with you?"
Brown and blue eyes connected. There was an awkward pause, "...yeah."
Reid rolled his eyes and took the phone from Caleb's hand, pressing it to his ear, "Hey Baby boy."
"I tried calling your cell, like, a million times and you didn't answer." Reid smiled at the petulant tone that filtered through the line. He doubted Tyler even realised how whiny he sounded.
"Yeah, I left it at home," He sighed and moved up a little until his cheek was pressed against Caleb's side.
"You at Caleb's?"
Reid hummed as firm fingers alternated between massaging and softly scratching along his scalp, "It's a long story. Come over? You know where the key is."
There was a pause before Tyler said, "You're in bed with him aren't you."
It was the long-suffering tone that made him smile, glad that Tyler didn't think he was being left out, and tilted his head up to look at Caleb, "You interrupted his morning blow-job." He snickered when Tyler groaned and cursed his name, knowing what the mental image was doing to him. "Come over, baby. Always room for one more."
"Damn. Be there in 10."
Reid grinned and tossed the phone to the mattress, not really caring where it landed. At the moment he only had eyes for Caleb. Moving swiftly, he rolled himself between strong thighs again and smirked up at him, feeling the tingles of Power shiver from Caleb's body to his own.
"Now... where were we?"
~*~*~*~
A wince and a soft in-drawn breath between his teeth followed as Reid got out of the car later that afternoon. But his lips curved into a smile when he straightened and swung the door closed, locking it with the remote. His body felt pleasantly used. He stretched when he entered the house; long and hard, feeling the deep bittersweet ache in his lower back and ass. Reid's face melted into a self-satisfied smirk when he shook himself out again; damn if Caleb wasn't finally getting the point.
"Welcome home." The smile fell from his lips as Meredith stepped into the hallway. She looked as perfect as always with her arms crossed over her chest, but Reid knew she was tired. Guarded blue eyes regarded him coolly, "I trust you've calmed down after last night."
And right then Reid wanted nothing more than to turn tail and crawl back into bed with Caleb and Tyler. He didn't want to do this; he was still pissed off at her for springing it on him like that, and he made that clear in his expression as he by-passed her and cut through the lounge to get to the kitchen.
But Caleb had told him to go and talk to her, and grudgingly he went. He frowned into the refrigerator, trying to stall for time and knowing that it wouldn't do any good.
"You should know that I haven't cancelled the tickets."
Reid sighed, grabbed a bottle of gatorade and nudged the door closed with his hip before choosing one of the stools at the island to rest on. He hadn't expected her to. "What family?"
Meredith lifted an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
"What family?" He repeated, a little slower as he twisted the cap off the bottle, "As far as I know, you parents disowned you when you married dad. So. What family?"
The older woman watched her son tip the bottle back and drink deep, but he didn't once take his eyes from her. He was expecting an answer and he wasn't going to back down until he got one. It was a trait, she recognised, that came from both sides of the family.
"I have an older brother. Stephen." She sighed softly and moved towards the island in the middle of the kitchen, arms tightening around herself, "He moved to England just before I met your father."
Reid watched her carefully, "You never mentioned him before."
"When I accepted Joseph's proposal, my mother told Stephen that I was no longer part of the family and that they wanted nothing to do with me. We spoke a few times after that, against my mother's wishes, but life just... got in the way and we lost contact." The line of her mouth sloped slightly with regret and a touch of sadness, "For many years actually. Up until last year." Reid quirked an eyebrow - another familiar expression - and Meredith sighed, "I didn't tell you because I didn't think it important at the time. I needed some time to sort out my own feelings about it."
He was silent, but he seemed to accept her answer and nodded slowly, "Ok. I get that. What I don't get is why you want to drag me half way across the friggin' world to see an Uncle I've never met before."
"Because I have no blood relatives left anymore, Reid, and I want to make this connection for your sake as well as mine. He invited us over to spend Christmas with his family. His wife Charlotte sounds like a nice woman, and they have a son who is about your age, your cousin Ben." She shook her head in frustration as the blond started to interrupt with an outraged look on his face, "I know that the boys are your family and I'm not trying to take that away from you, but can you at least consider this for me?"
Reid's mouth snapped shut, nostrils flared in his anger, but he held his tongue and kept his eyes down on the bottle between his hands. He never could stand to see her like this. It was important to her, he knew that, but it was also important to him to spend Christmas with his brothers. With the new developments in their relationship, he needed to spend time with them to figure out how they were going to work this. Caleb was right; it wasn't just about helping him out anymore. Feelings were deepening to a whole new level and it scared him just as much as it thrilled him.
There was silence between them for a while.
"Ok."
Surprised at the quiet answer, Meredith blinked. "Ok?"
"Yeah. Ok." Reid looked up then, meeting her gaze, "But I'm coming home before Christmas."
Similar blue eyes started to turn steely, "Reid-"
"-No, mom," he cut in before she could get her words out, "The tickets are for December 9. Plenty of time to spend with the family. Then I'm coming home to spend Christmas with my family."
The older woman pressed her lips together to stop the argument falling from her tongue. Reid wasn't going to budge on the issue, that she knew, and pushing him would only make him resist more. Swallowing her words, she nodded slowly and agreed. "Ok."
But even as she agreed and watched her son's mood lighten a little, she knew that it wasn't going to last. Unfortunately, there were certain complications that came with her brother's new family, ones that would affect her son during their visit. Biting her lip, she fought an internal battle with herself as Reid moved around the kitchen in search of food; should she tell him now and risk the tentative truce between them?
Fate intervened before she had the chance to draw breath. Reid reached over without pause and plucked the ringing phone from the wall, trapping it between his ear and shoulder as he answered. Meredith let out her breath slowly and turned towards the stairs.
It would have to wait.
~*~*~*~
"There's my baby."
Pogue caught Danny's eye roll at the edge of his vision as he ran his fingertips tenderly over the shiny yellow body plate of his motorbike and smirked, letting his eyes wander critically over the machine to check if everything was in order.
"Jesus, get a room," Danny murmured, humour evident in his voice, "Its fine, ok? We fixed her up good, quit checkin'"
Pogue laughed and turned his attention to his friend, "Thanks for this, man. I owe you."
"Yeah, where've I heard that before?" The shaven-headed teen accepted the usual fist-bump from Pogue before leaning back against the work-surface behind him and crossing his ankles in front, "You know it's been ready for a week now, right?"
Pogue made a face, "Things have been crazy, man. Every time I tried to come over here, something came up."
Not exactly a lie, but there was no way of explaining the whole truth to his friend. He could hardly believe it had been just a week since he and Kate broke up. But he was telling the truth when he said it had been crazy; in the space of that week he'd become single again, had intense sexual fantasies about three other men, and had agreed to be a part of a crazy foursome with his 'brothers' because the freaky Power in his blood dictated it.
Crazy was an understatement.
Danny waved his excuse off, "No sweat." He lifted his chin and called out across the shop, "Yo Mel-"
"Whatever it is-" Came a female voice from the office at the back, "-get it yourself!"
Danny shook his head and muttered about little sisters and how annoying they were. Pogue snorted, but stayed with his bike until Danny returned. They settled up and he wheeled the bike out, looking up at the stormy skies with a critical eye.
"Reckon you've got about 10 minutes before you're soaked through," his friend said. Pogue flipped him off and swung his leg over the bike. Danny laughed and saluted him and turned back into the shop while Pogue zipped up his jacket and slid the elmet onto his head.
The purr of the engine between his thighs nearly made him moan, but Pogue controlled himself and with a grin, squealed out onto the road and headed for home.
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