Fic: Let's Be More Than This (18/19) [The Covenant, OT4, FRAO/NC-17]

[mickey_sixx]

Title: Let's Be More Than This - Chapter 18
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


Chapter 18
'Stop staring'

Tyler quickly dropped his eyes, fingers fumbling with his clothes. His cheeks felt hot but he hoped that he could still blame it on the steam from the shower he'd had after swim practice. Beside him, Reid laughed under his breath and Tyler sent him a muted glare and continued getting dressed.

'I know he's hot, Ty, but this isn't the best place to be checking him out'

Tyler caught the tone and turned up the heat in his glare, which only served to amuse the blond more. 'Fuck you.'

Even as Reid wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion and laughed at him, Tyler knew that for all his teasing, he was right. But it wasn't like he could help it! Sometimes Pogue was just asking to be stared at - all that skin stretched over those muscles, water droplets from the showers running down his chest-

"Yo," Tyler jumped. Reid smirked at him, already dressed, and flicked a finger against his shirt front, "You're doing it wrong."

The brunette looked down at himself, cursed, and started to unfasten all the wrong buttons. Reid laughed out loud and ruffled his damp hair. Tyler smacked his hand away and re-buttoned his shirt, hastily shoving his stuff into his bag and grabbed his blazer. Reid steered him out of the locker room and back into the school hallways, pinching him lightly when Tyler tried to catch one last glimpse of Pogue.

"You finally noticed, eh?"

Tyler squirmed, "Noticed what?" Reid gave him a look and artfully dodged to his other side so that the passing professor didn't pull him up on his uniform. Reid never bothered looking presentable, it just didn't suit him. Tyler sighed, "It's hard not to notice, Re, but I kinda didn't expect to look at him and think-" He clamped his mouth shut as the hallway started filling up with students moving to their next class. '-and think how amazing he'd be fucking me into the mattress.'

Reid's answering hum was self-satisfied and indulgent, "Oh yeah." It was Tyler's turn to chuckle and bump Reid's shoulder, "What? I'm not the one panting like a bitch in the locker room." He paused, lowered his voice and leaned in close to murmur into Tyler's ear, "Hey, maybe you could jump him when I'm gone, see if he really fucks as good as he looks."

The blond dodged him before he could punch him in the arm, and Tyler frowned even as a shiver of lust tripped down his spine. He'd been ignoring the date on purpose; had been really since the end of Thanksgiving vacation. Tyler sighed, "You have to remind me?"

Reid reached out, slung an arm around his shoulders as they walked down the hall, "Aww, you gonna miss me?" Tyler gave him a look. Reid sighed, dropping the humour from his voice, "C'mon, Ty, it's two weeks. I'll be back for Christmas."

The youngest made a face, "I know. Still don't like it."

The bell rang before Reid could answer and Tyler shook his head, moved forward until his arm slipped from his shoulders. The playful atmosphere between them had slipped away and Tyler's normal expression was forced. "I gotta get to class. Later."

Reid watched him go with a sigh, mentally cursing out his mother yet again for springing this on them. But even as he turned and jogged through the emptying hallways, the wheels in his brain were turning, plans forming and changing like smoke in his head, and as he took his seat in class and trying to look apologetic at the Professors look, he knew he wasn't going to get much work done. His mind was elsewhere, on other things that were a lot more pleasurable to think about than Ancient Greece.

~*~*~*~

Pogue waited outside the locker rooms for Caleb, trading 'hey man"'s and 'see you laters' with some of the guys that were coming out. Every other Friday was usually the same; Pogue, Reid and Tyler would have swim practice together in the morning, while Caleb went to his World History class, and then next period they'd swap, with the three of them going off to regular classes while Caleb headed towards the pool. After his own class, Pogue would swing by and meet him, and they'd hang through their free period and wait for Reid and Tyler to join them.

That's the way it usually went anyway. With Caleb's Ascending, old man Danvers' death, and the Power throwing them all for a loop, their usual routine had been disrupted. But for the first time in a long time, Pogue felt that things were getting back to normal. As normal as it could be anyway.

Pogue frowned and checked his watch. The last guy in the class left a couple of minutes ago, and there was still no sign of Caleb. Maybe Coach held him back or something. Still frowning, Pogue slipped into the locker room and went to hunt Caleb down.

He'd expected to see Caleb sat on one of the benches, stuffing his feet into his shoes, but when he cast his gaze over the room, he wasn't there. It was empty.

"Caleb?" No answer. The quiet sound of running water teased the edge of his hearing and Pogue's frown deepened a little more as he turned and made his way towards the showers, "Caleb, c'mon man, why're you st-..."

The words died on Pogue's tongue the second he stood in the archway that separated the two rooms. His jaw slack, eyes wide and round as he stared, dumbstruck, at the picture Caleb made. Both hands were braced against the tiled wall, his head bowed between his shoulders as water pounded on him from above, eyelashes dark crescents on his flushed cheeks. Steam coiled around him mysteriously, playing hide and seek around his naked body and Pogue suddenly found it very hard to breathe as his eyes came to rest on the hard cock that stood proud before him.

"Caleb?" His voice sounded loud in the room, echoing around the walls, but Caleb didn't flinch at the sound. Didn't seem surprised when he spoke, but he didn't answer either. Pogue cleared his throat, caught between embarrassment and being absurdly turned on. "Um... you want me to..."

Slowly, Caleb turned his head towards him and opened his eyes, looking at him from under his arm. Pitch black orbs stared at out at him, water running in rivers down his face to stream into his mouth and off his chin, and suddenly it was like the world was falling away. Electricity bolted through his body, one strong current from head to toe, frying Pogue’s nerve endings and turning his brain to mush. Power tingled along his skin, lifting the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck while something hot and molten stirred inside of him.

Before he even registered what he was doing, Pogue dropped his bag to the floor, long legs eating up the ground between him and Caleb. It all happened so fast; they moved in sync, Caleb turning to put his back to the wall and Pogue trapping him there between powerful arms while he fucked the other boy's mouth with his tongue. Within seconds his uniform was soaked through, his hair slick and catching on Caleb's fingers as he pushed them through, quick and rough and wanting. Caleb moaned into his mouth as his ridged cock brushed against Pogue's pants, and the hard-on they also contained.

"God," he breathed when they stopped kissing, panting thick and wet, Power zipping around his body, dragging Pogue to him, making him want more. Pogue's mouth was already moving down, leaving desperate kisses and bites along his jaw, down his neck. But a sudden pang of guilt made him wince; it was too soon to do this to Pogue. The Power was seducing him. This wasn't right.

With great effort, Caleb wrapped his hands around Pogue's upper arms and pushed, forcing space between them and causing those honey glazed eyes to look at him in dazed confusion. Still breathing hard, Caleb shook his head, meeting that gaze for a second before fixing on a point over his shoulder. "Can't. Can't make you do this."

Pogue's hands flexed on Caleb's wrists, frown just showing under the lengths of wet hair sticking to his face. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning, and his dick was twitching in his soaked pants... and Caleb wanted to stop? "Cay-"

But Caleb shook his head, looking pained, "Fuck. Said we'd take it slow. I won’t push you into this." He swallowed roughly, glanced down and grimaced at the painful hard-on. "I'll... I'll be-nnng!"

Pogue's hand wrapped around his erection before he could finish. His arms weakened, along with his knees, and Pogue took the opportunity to push forward again, applying his body to Caleb's once more, his thigh slipping between his legs. "Fuck that," he growled into his ear, the words drowning out the sound of the spray, hand squeezing none too gently on its prize. Caleb's mouth opened on a gasp, his eyes fluttering closed and fingers tightening, clawing around Pogue's wet shoulder. "You don't just look at me like that, make me feel like this, and then back off."

The oldest hissed when Pogue set up a rhythm, eyes shut tight and head falling back to the wall with soft thump, giving Pogue free reign on his throat. He bucked and moaned, murmuring words of encouragement into the steamy air, unable to control himself. His protests fell to the back of his mind, and all he could do was feel the sensation of wet skin and cloth, of a hot tongue bathing his throat, and of the Power burning inside him. "Fuck... Pogue..."

Pogue's tongue slid along the corded muscle in Caleb's throat, fist working faster and harder as his own groin throbbed. He was soaked to the bone, his uniform sticking to him in uncomfortable ways, but he didn't care. He couldn't think of anything except pushing Caleb to climax and kissing him again. He wanted it, more than anything he'd wanted ever before. All his protests, all his reservations about this bond, about the way the Power made them, faded to background noise as the pounding in his ears got louder. "C'mon Caleb, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he chanted, nipping at the skin just behind his ear, feeling the body under his buck hard.

Short fingernails scrapped against his scalp, dragging his head back enough to plunge a slick, agile tongue into his mouth, muffling gruff moans and high whines as the two boys rocked and bucked together. Pogue's hand worked over his cock faster, aided by the water and the pre-come that was slicking the skin, and Caleb's mind was begging for more. But the sweet pleasure peaked sharply, shooting lines of fire down his spine as he came, shuddering and moaning, hips bucking in Pogue's grasp. The long haired teen groaned softly, taking him through the aftershocks until Caleb whimpered, and then he moved his hand to a naked hip, almost purring when Caleb's fingers rubbed at his scalp.

"God," Caleb panted. He reached out with a shaking hand, fingers fumbling for the knob to shut off the water. Once the water stopped, the sounds of their breathing sounded almost too loud to their own ears. "Shit."

"Yeah." Pogue lifted his head, brought his eyes level with Caleb's and made the oldest look at him. They stared at each other, mouths barely an inch apart. "Caleb?"

"Hmm?"

But Pogue didn't finish. Instead he moved forward that extra inch and kissed him once more, letting the shiver trip down his spine when Caleb immediately responded. He tasted like clean water and Power and Pogue couldn't stop the low noises in the back of his throat when Caleb shifted against him, pressing against his groin. "Please," he murmured into his mouth, "Caleb"

Caleb's hand moved between them, twisted and pressed against the significant bulge in his wet pants. Pogue groaned, bucked into him, and Caleb pulled back from the kiss to watch the pleasure contort his features. He'd seen it on Reid's and Tyler's faces, but never on Pogue's. And he wanted more. His fly was unzipped and his hand was sliding down into his equally wet boxers before Caleb had a chance to think about it, and the low cursing groan and shiver he got in response was definitely worth it. He wrapped his fingers around Pogue's length, let the other boy buck and thrust against him, and thumbed against the head twice before he came with a trembling sigh against his mouth.

"Having fun?"

They jumped apart in shock, heads whipping towards the third voice that echoed in the room. Reid snickered at them, eyebrow arched haughtily as he dragged his gaze over Caleb's naked body first, and then Pogue's soaked, still fully-clothed one. The passion-fuelled Power reached out to him and curled around his own, tugged at him, but he knew the heat had already dampened down. He licked his lips as his gaze lingered on Pogue's open pants. But damn if it didn't turn him on.

"Is he good, Caleb?" He murmured, low and throaty.

"Reid."

The blond smirked at the almost wounded groan and then lifted his gaze Caleb, shrugged, "What? If you ask me, it's about freakin' time."

Pogue laughed softly, pushing his wet hair back from his face and trying to ignore the flush that heated his cheeks as he zipped up his pants again, making a face at himself. "I need to change."

"Yeah, you're a bit wet," Reid said with a smirk, watching Caleb walk by. His stomach flipped, arousal coiling low in his gut, "Jesus, Caleb, you're killing me here."

"Don't even think about it," Caleb muttered, grabbing his towel and drying off quickly, "We don't have time, and even if we did, I don't think I could stand it."

Reid sighed, reigned himself in, "Shame."

"What're you doing here anyway?" Pogue said, opening his locker for a spare shirt, "Where's Tyler?"

"Class let out early," he murmured, watching Caleb dress, "And Tyler's the reason I went looking for you."

The eldest lifted his head, looking worried as he grabbed his shirt and slid it on, "Why? Is he ok?"

"He's bummed about me leaving," Shrugged, making a face briefly, "I don't like it."

"There's not a whole lot you can do about it, Re," Pogue said, stuffing his legs into his spare pair of pants, "Apart from not go. Which isn't an option." Reid lifted an eyebrow, "What? Dude, I know your mom."

The blond snorted, "Yeah, so do I. Which means it isn't an option." His lips curved into a smirk as he looked from one brother to the other, "But it's not the only option. I've been thinking..."

Pogue blinked at the tone in his voice, glanced at Caleb just as Caleb looked at him. "Why don't I like the sound of that?"

"Trust me, boys," Reid said, slinging an arm around both boy's necks as they walked out of the locker rooms together, "You're going to want to hear me out on this one..."

~*~*~*~

Tyler couldn't stop himself from noticing the differences. Sure, they'd all piled into Caleb's den before, sank into the comfy couches in front of the TV to chill out and watch a movie. Movie nights were common place, they'd done it hundreds of times since... well, ever since they could remember. But this one... this one was different.

The difference wasn't in what they were doing. There was still a movie playing on the wide screen TV and they were still all piled in Caleb's den, munching popcorn and popping soda cans. The difference was in how they were positioned. The natural space between them no longer existed. They seemed to mesh together in a way they never had before. Tyler's right leg was warm, pressed up against Caleb's intimately, while his left was haphazardly thrown over Reid's lap. Long fingers mindlessly stroked his ankle, brushing occasionally over the sensitive dip and making him shiver. Instead of taking the second couch, Pogue had opted to settle himself on the floor on the other side of Caleb, his back against the sofa and his legs bent and parted to see the TV.

The four of them had always been close; closer than most friends. More like family.

But this was the start of so much more.

He tried to focus on the movie, but he was too distracted. Reid would be leaving tomorrow morning. That cold hard fact had been swimming around his head all day, and while he hated to think of himself as the needy boyfriend, he really didn't want him to go. Logically, he knew it was only for a short time, and Reid would be back before he knew it, but...

Tyler sighed softly, causing Reid to glance his way, tighten his grip on his ankle gently. "You ok?"

He nodded, threw a smile that he didn't feel in Reid's direction and then tried to focus on the screen once more. Caleb shifted beside him, stretching his arm out along the back of the sofa, fingers absently playing with Tyler's hair until the youngest sighed softly and leaned back into the touch.

Reid and Caleb exchanged looks over Tyler's head; a question and an answer. He felt Pogue move, tilt his head back to look at them, and saw Reid give him the same. Tyler was all but oblivious to it; eyes half closed as he lost himself to the hypnotic motions of Caleb's fingers.

When Reid told them about his idea for tonight, Caleb had to fight the urge to grab the youngest right there and then and drag him off to start the activities early. Reid didn't go into detail. He smirked at them and told them he wanted to keep it a surprise for them too, but what he did say was enough to get Caleb’s mind racing.

"It’s simple: make Ty as mindless and drunk on us as we can. Rev him up so hard that he'll beg for us, make him so hot that he'll scream for us, make him so delirious that he'll forget that I'm leaving - at least for a little while. Make him ours."

Slowly, the plan was set in motion.

Reid shifted against the couch a little, enough to roll his head comfortably to the side and watch Tyler instead of the movie. It took a few seconds for Tyler to realise, and he frowned a little, sleepy eyes moving from the screen to Reid's face. They stared at each other for a moment, the light from the screen casting ever-moving shadows on their faces, before Reid dropped forward those spare couple of inches and kissed him.

Tyler responded automatically. His eyes fluttered shut as he gave himself over to Reid's mouth; let the blond feather kisses along his lips and jaw. Caleb's finger's continued rubbing his scalp, the gentle massage making him purr against Reid's lips.

"You ok, baby boy?" The words were murmured, hushed against his parted lips, and even in the mellowed out state that he was sliding into, he could tell they were amused. His mouth quirked at the corners, but he didn't bother opening his eyes. Reid smiled, ran the tip of his tongue along Tyler's top lip before dipping inside playfully to find its mate. Tyler moved, turning his body to face Reid better, to give himself more.

Pogue settled against Caleb's leg, his cheek and chin warm through the denim. They watched as Reid pulled him closer, moving Tyler until he was all but sitting in his lap, arms and hands stroking, touching as lazily as they kissed. Pogue didn't think anything like this could make him hot, but every second was proving him wrong. He saw the way their tongues touched, danced in and out of their mouths sensually. He saw the way their lips parted, came together, clinging to every second of feeling; the way Reid's jaw worked under Tyler's palm and the way Tyler's thumb stroked his cheek. Tender, loving, sincere.

To even think that they were willing to give that to them was mind-blowing.

Gentle fingers pushed through his hair and Pogue glanced up quickly to find Caleb's focused on him. He resisted the urge to gulp at the emotion pouring out of the dark orbs and instead nodded slowly to the question that wasn't asked, ran his hand along a strong calf to back it up. He was ok with this now. He knew what was at stake, why this had to happen. It might have taken him a while to get it, but he was there now. He understood.

Caleb nodded back at him, started at him for a few seconds more, and then turned back to Reid and Tyler. The youngest's new position put his back directly to Caleb, and he reached out to trail his fingers along his spine, smiling at the shiver it produced. He caught Reid looking at him from over his shoulder, and without another word, leaned forward and nipped at Tyler's shoulder.

The youngest drew in a shocked breath, eyes still closed as he held himself still. Reid's breath fanned out across his face while Caleb's skated across the back of his neck. "Re... Reid."

"It's ok, baby," the blond responded, trailing his hand down Tyler's arm, nudging him to lean back into Caleb, "We'll take care of you."

Slow and loving turned to hot and heavy quicker than any of them expected. Tyler arched up, the odd position ignored in favour of meeting Caleb's mouth half way, one arm now curled up behind the eldest's head. He felt Reid's hands glide across his chest, his sides, knowing just where to touch, just were to stroke to get him squirming. His t-shirt was pushed up and a mouth sealed over his nipple before he registered it, and Tyler groaned and arched up more into that hot mouth.

"God..." Pogue choked out, now kneeling up against the couch and watching the three of them. Reid pulled away, nipping the hard bud and making Tyler jerk against them. He lifted lust glazed eyes to Pogue's, licked his lips seductively and smirked when the biker swallowed, hard.

"Just the beginning."

~*~*~*~

"Hey."

Reid glanced up from the tabletop, blue eyes quickly finding and focusing on the body that belonged to the soft voice. Even in the dark he knew Tyler's form, framed in the doorway and clad in a pair of sweatpants which he assumed was Caleb's, since they seemed to be barely clinging to his slim hips. Reid threw him an answering smile and watched his boyfriend move closer, gaze automatically pin-pointing the darkening bruises across his chest that he knew to be the perfect shape of his mouth. Except for the one at his hip, half hidden by the waistband of the track-pants. The mouth that made that particular mark was attached to the body still asleep upstairs, curled around the eldest member of their foursome.

"It's early," Reid said, following Tyler as he took the stool next to him, "You should still be asleep."

"Could say the same for you." Tyler yawned and used one hand to scrub through his sex hair and the other to snag Reid's coffee and sip at it. "Were you gonna leave without saying goodbye?"

The words were so tone-neutral that Reid had to wince. "No."

"Liar," Tyler snorted, sliding the coffee back to him and resting his elbow on the counter, his head in his hand and his sleep-glazed eyes staring at him, "You fucked me stupid last night to make me forget you were leaving."

Reid could have denied it, but it would be no use. Tyler knew him entirely too well. Instead he reached out and pushed his own hand though soft brown hair, thumb grazing tenderly at his temple. "Guess I didn't fuck you stupid enough, huh?"

Tyler laughed and swatted at his hand, "Reid, had you fucked me any harder last night, I would have died from heart failure." He squirmed a little on his stool, "God, half of me thinks I did."

Reid chuckled and reached out to press gently against the bite mark on his hip, "Nope. Still alive, lover."

Tyler shuddered, quickly caught Reid's hand to keep the pressure on just a little while longer. When he answered, his voice was rough, "Trust me, I know."

The blond smirked a little in the darkness and leaned over to press his mouth to Tyler's chastely before standing and necking the dregs of his coffee. "Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty still out cold?"

"Yeah," Tyler said, twisting around to watch Reid move towards the large sink and give his mug a cursory wash through. He was dressed again, yesterdays jeans and t-shirt wrinkled a little, left on the floor where they'd dropped in favour of bare skin. There wasn't a bit of himself that Tyler wasn't aware of now. His body was sore, used, worn out. He may not have remembered how he got from the sofa in Caleb's den to his bed, but he couldn't forget the way Reid felt inside him, the way Pogue's hands had felt on his skin, the taste of him on his tongue. He couldn't forget the look in Caleb's eyes as he watched them from the desk chair, eyes smouldering while his hand moved up and down his cock.

He shivered.

"Cold?"

Tyler's eyes refocused, caught the concerned look Reid was giving him, and shook his head, turning on his stool to face him, "You have to leave right now?"

"Yeah. We gotta catch an early flight from Logan, so..." Reid sighed, stepped up until he was in Tyler's personal space, standing in the space made for him when Tyler parted his knees, "I'll be back. It's not for long, ok?" He leaned down slowly, maintaining eye contact all the way until light blue irises filled his vision and their lips were millimetres apart. "Ok?"

He felt the expelled air across his lips and Tyler gave in and kissed him, hands sliding across his hips and fingers hooking into the waistband of his low riding jeans like he could keep him there forever. He opened for him without question, tongue chasing the taste of coffee on Reid's tongue, and under that, the taste of himself.

When they pulled back, Reid let his forehead rest against Tyler's while their got their breath back. Reid watched him, eyes closed, lips parted to pull in air, cheeks flushed. He smiled. "Miss me?"

"Always." The answer was immediate. Blue eyes flicked open to stare into deep blue. They stayed like that for a minute longer, and then Reid broke their staring contest to lean up and press a kiss to the youngest's forehead.

"Good," he said, pulling away fully to grab his hoodie from the back of his stool and his keys from the counter. Tyler didn't move except to watch him, but when Reid stood in the archway that separated the kitchen from the main hallway, he found himself smiling at the blond and meaning it. "See you in coupla weeks, baby boy."

"Yeah. See you."

The sound of the front door closing finally made Tyler slide from the stool and move into the main room. A shiver stole over him and he rubbed his arms absently as he stood the window and looked out onto the long, curved drive bathed in early morning darkness. He saw the headlights of Reid's Charger come on, heard the purr of the engine as it started up, and watched as he pulled the car around. Reid turned and blew him a kiss and Tyler snorted and rolled his eyes at the teasing gesture, but felt his lips curve anyway as he lifted his hand and waved.

He watched the tail lights get smaller and smaller until they finally got past the gate at the end of the drive and turned to speed off into the dark.

With a small sigh, Tyler turned away from the window and headed back towards the stairs, rubbing his arms as he went. He supposed December wasn't really the right time of year to be wandering around half-naked.

When he got back to the bedroom, he found Pogue rolled out towards the other side of the bed, and in the middle was Caleb, stretched out on his back with one arm behind his head. Dark eyes glittered in the moonlight that came from the open curtains.

"Reid gone?" He asked, voice hushed in the quiet of the room. Tyler nodded and shimmed out of his sweatpants, sliding under the covers and into the space made by the aforementioned blond. He got as close to Caleb as possible and smirked when Caleb hissed as cold skin pressed against warm. When he was settled, Caleb turned his face into Tyler's hair and kissed his forehead, "He'll be back."

"Yeah," he replied, equally as soft. He tilted his head back to look up at the eldest, a small smirk playing around his mouth, "But what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

Caleb's smile was slow, "I'm sure we'll keep you busy, baby boy."

"You better," Tyler growled threateningly, leaning up to kiss him quickly, and then prodding the eldest back over onto his back. Caleb laughed as Tyler slid over him, practically sprawling out on him like a blanket and tucking his head under his chin. His hands skimmed over his bare back, relaxing into the bed and the comfortable weight of his brother - his lover - in his arms.

It wasn't long before they both drifted off to the sound of Pogue's soft snores and the quietness of the dawn.

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