FIC | The Covenant < Heaven Tonight < NC17
Title: Heaven Tonight
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Caleb Danvers / Tyler Simms
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash, mild language, sexual content.
Summary: In which Caleb is in a very playful mood and takes Tyler home with him.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 3,583
Note: Written for the covenantslash fic exchange, for the lovely mickey-stone. The prompts I loosely used were bare skin and play.
HEAVEN TONIGHT
"You gotta stop pushing yourself so hard, baby boy."
Tyler can't get over the fact that Caleb talks to him like his parents should (would if they were around). He rolls his eyes slightly as the older boy helps him into one of the winged chairs in Caleb's living room. Immediately Tyler's leg feels better, the pressure leaving his burning calf, and he sighs under his breath. Caleb straightens to his full height, and his expression is thoughtful. He'd only clicked on one of the lamps in the room when they'd entered, and it'd just barely illuminated the room -- just enough so that Tyler can make out Caleb's features.
"Your mom here?" he asks, wincing as he accidentally moves his leg.
Caleb shakes his head, turning just slightly towards the grand fireplace. His eyes darken, black swirling and glowing in them for just a moment, and the wood in the hearth bursts into flames. Warm hues of orange and yellow light up the room, shadows growing and starting to dance across the floor and walls. Tyler knows it's mind over matter, but now that there's a fire, he thinks his teeth have stopped chattering.
"We should've stopped at the nurse," he says. "Grabbed an ice pack or something."
"You don't need it," Caleb retorts simply. He lowers himself to his knees in front of Tyler, and he lightly grabs Tyler's left leg. "Sorry," he says with a sympathetic little look, as Tyler cringes in discomfort.
"I don't need it?" Tyler echoes, then gives a bark of incredulous laughter. "What if I wanted it?"
Caleb lets out one of those throaty chuckles that Tyler's come to love, and he gingerly pulls off Tyler's shoe. Tyler grimaces, and Caleb's concerned gaze flickers towards him.
"That bad?" he asks, beginning to roll up the leg of the track pants that Tyler had hastily yanked on over his swim shorts.
"Is that a serious question or are you making fun of me?" Tyler is far too used to his best friends calling him a drama queen.
"A little bit of both, I guess," Caleb says playfully.
"Fuck you," Tyler says through his teeth, taking in a sharp breath as both of Caleb's hands shape his calf.
"You're lucky I love you."
Caleb squeezes Tyler's leg slightly, and the pulled muscle screams at him again, making his fingernails dig into the arms of the chair, and his teeth cut into his bottom lip. Damn swimming, damn the whole sport and anyone who likes it. He decides at this moment that he no longer wants to be on the team -- he'd rather take up basketball or something.
'Cause he'd really like to enjoy the feeling of Caleb's strong hands on his bare leg, but instead, all he can feel is a hot ache.
"Gonna need you to relax, Ty," Caleb says softly, his fingers starting to knead against Tyler's skin.
Closing his eyes, Tyler rests his head back, and breathes deeply through his nose. Soothing heat seems to web out from Caleb's touch, an unearthly kind of sensation that Tyler knows has something to do with the Power. He doesn't think too much on it, instead choosing to replay earlier's accident in his mind with distaste.
* * *
"Are you done yet, man?"
"Just a few more laps," Tyler called across the pool to the very annoyed-looking Reid.
The blond rolled his eyes very obviously, and beside him, Caleb laughed slightly, his arms folded over his bare chest. Pogue came out of the locker room, already fully dressed, and he glanced between the three of them, looking a little sheepish.
"I have to meet Kate," he said. "You guys mind?"
Tyler quickly shook his head before diving beneath the surface of the water again. The four of them had hung around after mostly everyone had left -- it was Friday, no one ever stayed cooped up on Fridays -- and they'd really just played around, swimming for fun. Tyler could admit he was the only one being serious about this -- he was practicing, trying to match Caleb's skills; or even Pogue's.
He was reaching the point where he was sick of being in the other Sons' shadows. He knew it came with the territory of being the youngest, but that didn't make it any easier to live with. He was sure that if he swam hard enough, long enough, good enough, he could get so much better.
"Let's go already," Reid complained loudly when Tyler finished another lap -- Pogue was gone. "I wanna party. I promised Aaron I'd make him my billiards bitch."
"So go without me," Tyler said. "Both of you -- I'll catch up."
"Let's go, baby boy." Caleb was using his responsible, 'I'm-older-than-you' tone, and Tyler knew he was beat. "You're gonna hurt yourself."
Tyler sighed, fighting the urge to argue. He started to swim back towards his friends, but a warning bell of sorts seemed to go off in his head. Before he could figure out what it was, a muscle in his left leg twisted, and hot pain seared through his body.
He cried out slightly, losing momentum, and he slipped under the water again, only this time involuntarily.
Something heavy landed in the pool in front of him almost immediately, and a few moments later, a powerful arm wrapped around Tyler's waist. Caleb pulled them both above the surface again.
"What I tell you?" he demanded, his mouth practically against Tyler's cheek from the awkward way he had to hold them both up. "Didn't I tell you you'd hurt yourself?"
"Just help me out of this damn pool," Tyler sputtered out, sucking in more water than he would've liked.
As Caleb started to pull Tyler to the lip of the pool, Reid was above them, pacing back and forth and looking like some sort of animal. He bent and grabbed Tyler when they were close enough, and with a grunt of effort, he pulled Tyler out of the water.
Reid and Caleb helped Tyler quickly but easily into the locker room, as he panted and choked. Once in there, they sat him down on one of the hard wooden benches, and Caleb glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Get your shower, Reid," he said. "Then head on over to Nicky's."
"By myself?"
"Pogue'll be there," Caleb said.
"With Kate," Reid said, rolling his eyes. "Pussy-whipped bitch."
Despite it all, Tyler chuckled quietly, and Caleb flashed a grin. Reid glanced to the youngest boy, and Tyler nodded at him shortly.
"We'll meet up with you later," he said.
"Alright," Reid said, though he sounded doubtful.
He turned and started towards the showers, and Caleb went to Tyler's locker. As he was reaching for the lock, his eyes flashed, and there was an audible click before the lock fell into his outstretched hand.
"I could've given you the combination," Tyler said, shivering slightly. He'd never realized how cold it was in the locker room, but then again, he'd never been completely dripping wet with nothing dry to wrap around himself. He looked for a towel.
Caleb was in front of him again, dropping some clothes on the bench beside him. He grabbed a towel from somewhere behind Tyler -- somewhere Tyler hadn't originally looked, of course -- and he wrapped it around Tyler's shoulders. He started to haphazardly dry Tyler's chest and back, but Tyler tried to pull out of the grasp and swat the older boy's hands away.
"I can do that," he said indignantly.
"Just get your shirt on," Caleb said, moving to Tyler's legs with the towel, and being extra careful with the left.
Tyler obliged, though he grumbled under his breath, and he grabbed the tee that Caleb had pulled out. After he'd managed to shove it on, Caleb helped him get the track pants on, even though they stuck to his still wet legs and shorts. Next came the shoes -- Tyler would've preferred to have socks, but Caleb was in a hurry.
"Where are we going?" Tyler asked when he was dressed.
Caleb went to his own locker, now drying himself off with the same towel. "My place," he answered.
Tyler's eyes followed the movements of the towel as Caleb swiped it up and down his well-toned arms, then over his broad chest. Without any shame whatsoever, Caleb them pulled off the tiny shorts he'd been wearing, and Tyler's lips started to curl upwards, his cheeks heating up.
"Put your eyes back in your head." Caleb grinned as he quickly got dressed, and he added with a playful glint in his eye, "For now at least."
Minutes later, after Caleb had managed to coax Tyler's keys out of him, the two of them made their way out of the building and across the parking lot. It was late fall, almost winter, and the bitter cold stung at Tyler as he gritted his teeth against the pain in his leg.
"What about your car?" he asked when they reached his SUV.
"I'll get it later," Caleb assured him. "Now get in before you get pneumonia."
Tyler decided not to point out that it'd been Caleb who hadn't let him dry off properly, and he did what he was told, inwardly cursing at the idea of getting the seats of his truck wet.
* * *
Tyler opens his eyes, then glances down at Caleb, who's still massaging his calf. There's no longer a warm and tingly sensation coming from Caleb's fingers, and Tyler's leg no longer hurts -- Caleb's used the Power to heal him, and all within the span of two minutes.
"Why couldn't we do this in the locker room?" Tyler asks.
Caleb grins up at him, his hands moving absentmindedly to Tyler's knee, fingers still doing that knead thing. "Because then Reid would've waited around for us and made us go with him," he answers, tone full of a certain kind of mischief that only Caleb can have.
Tyler raises his eyebrows, though Caleb's tone makes him feel a little hot. "What if I'd wanted to go with him?" he asks.
"Too late now." Caleb shrugs playfully. "And can I ask why you seem so ungrateful, baby boy? I took away the pain, and I can give it back."
Tyler flushes, then gives a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he says. "Thanks -- you know I mean it."
Caleb nods, then winks. "I know," he says, grinning. He stops rubbing Tyler's leg, then unrolls the pant leg. "I'll go get you some dry clothes, you should move in front of the fire."
Tyler nods as Caleb stands up, and as the older boy leaves the room, Tyler climbs to his feet. He leans all of his weight on his left leg experimentally, and there's the smallest bit of pain before it vanishes completely -- he's perfectly fine. He walks towards the fireplace, breathing in deeply as the crackling flames warm him quickly, and he puts his hands on his hips as he waits.
Caleb returns quickly, and he holds out a pair of too big sweatpants that look very comfortable. As Tyler takes them, he gives a little smirk.
"No shirt?" he asks.
"You're lucky I even brought pants," he says. "You have no idea how much I didn't want to."
Tyler grins, and he blames the growing heat in his cheeks on the fire. He glances at the pants, then raises his eyebrows at Caleb. "You gonna turn around?" he asks.
"It's my turn to watch," Caleb says, and while he's very smooth and cool, his voice has a wickedness to it.
More color crawling up his neck to his face, Tyler turns away from him. He pulls off his damp tee shirt, dropping it to the floor, and he feels Caleb's eyes boring into his back. As he quickly kicks off the one shoe that Caleb hadn't pulled off, he shoves his pants down his legs. Caleb's seen him naked before, but it doesn't make it any less embarrassing sometimes.
"The shorts too, yeah?" Caleb asks as Tyler's stepping out of the pants. His voice gives away that he's very clearly amused by the situation.
Tyler rolls his eyes, but he smiles. He glances over his shoulder at Caleb, one of his eyebrows arching, and he drops the sweatpants that'd been tucked under his arm. Caleb's gaze flickers to them for a moment, his expression one of anticipation, and Tyler hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his swim shorts. He pulls down one side of them just slightly, teasingly.
Caleb laughs, throwing his head back some. "Oh, I see how it is," he says. "You know I love to hate it when you play with me like this."
Tyler doesn't respond, instead pulling down the other side of his shorts a couple of centimeters, knowing that he's bared the top of his ass. Caleb sighs dramatically, but when he speaks, his tone is dangerously -- and playfully -- low.
"I'll take them off for you," he threatens.
"I'd like to see you try." It's the wrong thing to say to someone like Caleb, but Tyler's feeling a little adventurous.
Of course, he isn't expecting it when Caleb suddenly moves forward, and before he can react, Caleb's chest is against Tyler's back, his arms wrapping tightly around Tyler's waist. Letting out a surprised laugh, Tyler squirms slightly, and Caleb's lips are suddenly at his throat. As usual, the feeling of Caleb's warm mouth on his bare skin makes Tyler feel hot all over, his stomach twisting in just that special way.
Caleb's attempting to push his hands down the front of Tyler's shorts, but just for good sport, Tyler decides to fight back. He grabs Caleb's wrists and Caleb chuckles in his throat, his breath dancing across Tyler's collarbone.
"What's the matter, baby boy?" the older Son asks, turning things around. He grabs Tyler's hands, brings them up and pins them against Tyler's chest. "Weren't expecting this?"
Tyler laughs, struggling -- Caleb's always been the strongest one of them all, but this is one of the times when Tyler doesn't really mind. Caleb gives another laugh as well, and he brushes his lips over that spot of tender skin behind Tyler's ear, making Tyler shudder slightly.
Caleb suddenly grinds his hips against him, and Tyler can feel the older boy's half-hardened cock against his ass. It sends a thrill through Tyler's body, and warmth floods his stomach, spreading towards his groin. He realizes he's stopped fighting Caleb, and his hands are now limp against his chest, only this time it's one of Caleb's big hands holding them there.
His other hand is moving slowly down Tyler's stomach. His fingers dip beneath the material of Tyler's shorts, and Tyler's breath catches in his throat. Still feeling quite playful however, he decides to put up a fight for just a moment longer.
Catching Caleb off guard, Tyler's hands slip from his grip, and holding onto Caleb's arm, Tyler bends forward with a sharp snap. Letting out a surprised noise, Caleb flips forward over Tyler, getting practically thrown to the floor with a loud crash. Tyler straightens, feeling very smug, grinning triumphantly, and he looks down at Caleb. Caleb's on his back, slightly winded.
"Were you expecting that?" Tyler asks, putting his hands on his hips.
Caleb's eyes fall closed as he laughs, and he folds his hands on his stomach. After a little while of working to catch his breath, he opens his eyes again.
"Okay, okay," he says. "You got me there."
Tyler has a few more seconds of sweet satisfaction, but all of a sudden, Caleb reaches up and grabs one of his ankles. Tyler's arms go out and roll like windmills as he tries to keep his balance, but to no avail, and he falls to the floor as well.
Caleb's like some kind of preying tiger, and he pushes Tyler onto his back, rolling on top of him quickly. With a playful growl of sorts, he pins Tyler's arms once more, this time against the floor above his head. Their erections are now pressing together, and Tyler's hips jerk slightly, unintentionally.
"Where's the white flag?" Caleb asks.
Grinning, Tyler sighs lightly. "Okay," he says. "I give."
For a long moment, Caleb doesn't release him, but with a smile, he lets go of Tyler's arms. They stare at each other for what could've been hours but is probably only a few minutes, and Caleb starts to lower his head.
Their mouths meet slowly, but the kiss turns eager quick. Tyler tilts his head slightly, slanting his mouth against Caleb's, and Caleb shapes Tyler's lips with his own. Their tongues meet and twist, and Tyler wraps his arms around Caleb's shoulders. He runs the fingers of one hand through the hair at the nape of Caleb's neck, and Caleb rolls his hips against him again.
When Caleb breaks the kiss, he grins widely at Tyler, sitting up just slightly and moving his hands down Tyler's body.
"Still haven't managed to get these off of you," he says, grabbing Tyler's shorts.
Laughing slightly, Tyler raises his hips some and lets Caleb slide his shorts off of him. His cock is completely hard by now, standing and gleaming slightly with the faintest trace of pre-cum, and he unintentionally blushes as Caleb looks at it.
Saying nothing, Caleb passes Tyler another little smile, and he pulls off his own shirt. The flames in the hearth make Caleb's tanned skin glow slightly, and Tyler just gazes at him for a long moment -- Caleb returns the favor, staring down at Tyler with an unreadable expression on his face. When he snaps back to the situation, Caleb quickly starts to undo his own jeans.
Tyler's excitement is already building as the older boy works on shimmying out of his pants, and Caleb's dick bounces free from the denim, also completely hard. Putting his hands on either side of Tyler's head on the floor, Caleb slowly lowers himself again so their mouths can meet once more, and now their bare cocks rub against one another's.
Unable to stop himself from taking in a quick breath at the contact, Tyler places his hands on Caleb's waist. He squeezes Caleb's hips slightly, and as Caleb's teeth catch Tyler's bottom lip, Caleb rolls his whole body downwards. A moan wells in Tyler's throat, and as if this is what Caleb's been waiting for, he speeds things up.
Caleb's hips rock and thrust, his dick grinding against Tyler's and causing a friction that sends pleasure racing through both of their bodies. Tyler breaks the kiss this time, turning his head and letting out a small groan. Caleb doesn't seem to mind, his mouth moving to the base of Tyler's throat, and he starts to nip and suck at the skin there.
Tyler runs his hands up Caleb's smooth back, panting and pushing his own hips off of the floor so that he can meet Caleb's thrusts. He scratches his fingernails lightly down Caleb's spine, and an animalistic noise comes from Caleb's lips, a noise that only adds to Tyler's pleasure and brings him that much closer to the brink.
Neither of them last very long, but this doesn't embarrass them. Movements suddenly a bit jerky, Caleb stops what he's doing and sits up again, going to his knees. He reaches down and grabs both of their cocks. Keeping them side-by-side, Caleb starts to stroke them with both of his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration even as pleasured moans leave his mouth.
Arching against the floor, Tyler almost can't take this, and his arms search for something to hold onto -- the threadbare rug will have to do. He clutches at it like it's some sort of lifeline, and a mewl-like sound comes from him as he bucks towards Caleb.
He climaxes first, coming on Caleb's stomach and hands while color spots bloom in front of his eyes. Saying the older boy's name a few times, Tyler collapses to the floor, throwing his arms over his face as his hips still move, riding out his orgasm. He doesn't watch as Caleb reaches his own climax, but he feels the older boy's warm come land on his own stomach, and Caleb's hands stop moving after a moment.
Breathing heavily, Caleb lays slightly on Tyler, his head going between Tyler's neck and shoulder. Their both covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and as their chests rise and fall quickly, hearts racing, the fire beside them continues to crackle and dance, an unseeing witness to what's just happened.
Caleb lifts his head after what feels like an eternity, and he gives Tyler a surprisingly chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Want to go meet up with Reid now?" Caleb asks, smirking with just the right amount of joking arrogance.
"Depends," Tyler says, voice still thick. "When's your mom coming back?"
Caleb pauses, and Tyler knows he's not just thinking -- in his mind, Caleb's searching out his mother and getting a feel for where she is and what she's doing. After a moment, he shakes his head.
"At least not for a few hours," he says.
"Then why ruin a good thing?" Tyler asks, "It's the perfect day for a quiet night in."
A roguish grin from the older boy. "Or not so quiet."
Before Tyler can lend a snappy retort, Caleb's lips are on his again.
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Caleb Danvers / Tyler Simms
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash, mild language, sexual content.
Summary: In which Caleb is in a very playful mood and takes Tyler home with him.
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul.
Words: 3,583
Note: Written for the covenantslash fic exchange, for the lovely mickey-stone. The prompts I loosely used were bare skin and play.
HEAVEN TONIGHT
"You gotta stop pushing yourself so hard, baby boy."
Tyler can't get over the fact that Caleb talks to him like his parents should (would if they were around). He rolls his eyes slightly as the older boy helps him into one of the winged chairs in Caleb's living room. Immediately Tyler's leg feels better, the pressure leaving his burning calf, and he sighs under his breath. Caleb straightens to his full height, and his expression is thoughtful. He'd only clicked on one of the lamps in the room when they'd entered, and it'd just barely illuminated the room -- just enough so that Tyler can make out Caleb's features.
"Your mom here?" he asks, wincing as he accidentally moves his leg.
Caleb shakes his head, turning just slightly towards the grand fireplace. His eyes darken, black swirling and glowing in them for just a moment, and the wood in the hearth bursts into flames. Warm hues of orange and yellow light up the room, shadows growing and starting to dance across the floor and walls. Tyler knows it's mind over matter, but now that there's a fire, he thinks his teeth have stopped chattering.
"We should've stopped at the nurse," he says. "Grabbed an ice pack or something."
"You don't need it," Caleb retorts simply. He lowers himself to his knees in front of Tyler, and he lightly grabs Tyler's left leg. "Sorry," he says with a sympathetic little look, as Tyler cringes in discomfort.
"I don't need it?" Tyler echoes, then gives a bark of incredulous laughter. "What if I wanted it?"
Caleb lets out one of those throaty chuckles that Tyler's come to love, and he gingerly pulls off Tyler's shoe. Tyler grimaces, and Caleb's concerned gaze flickers towards him.
"That bad?" he asks, beginning to roll up the leg of the track pants that Tyler had hastily yanked on over his swim shorts.
"Is that a serious question or are you making fun of me?" Tyler is far too used to his best friends calling him a drama queen.
"A little bit of both, I guess," Caleb says playfully.
"Fuck you," Tyler says through his teeth, taking in a sharp breath as both of Caleb's hands shape his calf.
"You're lucky I love you."
Caleb squeezes Tyler's leg slightly, and the pulled muscle screams at him again, making his fingernails dig into the arms of the chair, and his teeth cut into his bottom lip. Damn swimming, damn the whole sport and anyone who likes it. He decides at this moment that he no longer wants to be on the team -- he'd rather take up basketball or something.
'Cause he'd really like to enjoy the feeling of Caleb's strong hands on his bare leg, but instead, all he can feel is a hot ache.
"Gonna need you to relax, Ty," Caleb says softly, his fingers starting to knead against Tyler's skin.
Closing his eyes, Tyler rests his head back, and breathes deeply through his nose. Soothing heat seems to web out from Caleb's touch, an unearthly kind of sensation that Tyler knows has something to do with the Power. He doesn't think too much on it, instead choosing to replay earlier's accident in his mind with distaste.
* * *
"Are you done yet, man?"
"Just a few more laps," Tyler called across the pool to the very annoyed-looking Reid.
The blond rolled his eyes very obviously, and beside him, Caleb laughed slightly, his arms folded over his bare chest. Pogue came out of the locker room, already fully dressed, and he glanced between the three of them, looking a little sheepish.
"I have to meet Kate," he said. "You guys mind?"
Tyler quickly shook his head before diving beneath the surface of the water again. The four of them had hung around after mostly everyone had left -- it was Friday, no one ever stayed cooped up on Fridays -- and they'd really just played around, swimming for fun. Tyler could admit he was the only one being serious about this -- he was practicing, trying to match Caleb's skills; or even Pogue's.
He was reaching the point where he was sick of being in the other Sons' shadows. He knew it came with the territory of being the youngest, but that didn't make it any easier to live with. He was sure that if he swam hard enough, long enough, good enough, he could get so much better.
"Let's go already," Reid complained loudly when Tyler finished another lap -- Pogue was gone. "I wanna party. I promised Aaron I'd make him my billiards bitch."
"So go without me," Tyler said. "Both of you -- I'll catch up."
"Let's go, baby boy." Caleb was using his responsible, 'I'm-older-than-you' tone, and Tyler knew he was beat. "You're gonna hurt yourself."
Tyler sighed, fighting the urge to argue. He started to swim back towards his friends, but a warning bell of sorts seemed to go off in his head. Before he could figure out what it was, a muscle in his left leg twisted, and hot pain seared through his body.
He cried out slightly, losing momentum, and he slipped under the water again, only this time involuntarily.
Something heavy landed in the pool in front of him almost immediately, and a few moments later, a powerful arm wrapped around Tyler's waist. Caleb pulled them both above the surface again.
"What I tell you?" he demanded, his mouth practically against Tyler's cheek from the awkward way he had to hold them both up. "Didn't I tell you you'd hurt yourself?"
"Just help me out of this damn pool," Tyler sputtered out, sucking in more water than he would've liked.
As Caleb started to pull Tyler to the lip of the pool, Reid was above them, pacing back and forth and looking like some sort of animal. He bent and grabbed Tyler when they were close enough, and with a grunt of effort, he pulled Tyler out of the water.
Reid and Caleb helped Tyler quickly but easily into the locker room, as he panted and choked. Once in there, they sat him down on one of the hard wooden benches, and Caleb glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Get your shower, Reid," he said. "Then head on over to Nicky's."
"By myself?"
"Pogue'll be there," Caleb said.
"With Kate," Reid said, rolling his eyes. "Pussy-whipped bitch."
Despite it all, Tyler chuckled quietly, and Caleb flashed a grin. Reid glanced to the youngest boy, and Tyler nodded at him shortly.
"We'll meet up with you later," he said.
"Alright," Reid said, though he sounded doubtful.
He turned and started towards the showers, and Caleb went to Tyler's locker. As he was reaching for the lock, his eyes flashed, and there was an audible click before the lock fell into his outstretched hand.
"I could've given you the combination," Tyler said, shivering slightly. He'd never realized how cold it was in the locker room, but then again, he'd never been completely dripping wet with nothing dry to wrap around himself. He looked for a towel.
Caleb was in front of him again, dropping some clothes on the bench beside him. He grabbed a towel from somewhere behind Tyler -- somewhere Tyler hadn't originally looked, of course -- and he wrapped it around Tyler's shoulders. He started to haphazardly dry Tyler's chest and back, but Tyler tried to pull out of the grasp and swat the older boy's hands away.
"I can do that," he said indignantly.
"Just get your shirt on," Caleb said, moving to Tyler's legs with the towel, and being extra careful with the left.
Tyler obliged, though he grumbled under his breath, and he grabbed the tee that Caleb had pulled out. After he'd managed to shove it on, Caleb helped him get the track pants on, even though they stuck to his still wet legs and shorts. Next came the shoes -- Tyler would've preferred to have socks, but Caleb was in a hurry.
"Where are we going?" Tyler asked when he was dressed.
Caleb went to his own locker, now drying himself off with the same towel. "My place," he answered.
Tyler's eyes followed the movements of the towel as Caleb swiped it up and down his well-toned arms, then over his broad chest. Without any shame whatsoever, Caleb them pulled off the tiny shorts he'd been wearing, and Tyler's lips started to curl upwards, his cheeks heating up.
"Put your eyes back in your head." Caleb grinned as he quickly got dressed, and he added with a playful glint in his eye, "For now at least."
Minutes later, after Caleb had managed to coax Tyler's keys out of him, the two of them made their way out of the building and across the parking lot. It was late fall, almost winter, and the bitter cold stung at Tyler as he gritted his teeth against the pain in his leg.
"What about your car?" he asked when they reached his SUV.
"I'll get it later," Caleb assured him. "Now get in before you get pneumonia."
Tyler decided not to point out that it'd been Caleb who hadn't let him dry off properly, and he did what he was told, inwardly cursing at the idea of getting the seats of his truck wet.
* * *
Tyler opens his eyes, then glances down at Caleb, who's still massaging his calf. There's no longer a warm and tingly sensation coming from Caleb's fingers, and Tyler's leg no longer hurts -- Caleb's used the Power to heal him, and all within the span of two minutes.
"Why couldn't we do this in the locker room?" Tyler asks.
Caleb grins up at him, his hands moving absentmindedly to Tyler's knee, fingers still doing that knead thing. "Because then Reid would've waited around for us and made us go with him," he answers, tone full of a certain kind of mischief that only Caleb can have.
Tyler raises his eyebrows, though Caleb's tone makes him feel a little hot. "What if I'd wanted to go with him?" he asks.
"Too late now." Caleb shrugs playfully. "And can I ask why you seem so ungrateful, baby boy? I took away the pain, and I can give it back."
Tyler flushes, then gives a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he says. "Thanks -- you know I mean it."
Caleb nods, then winks. "I know," he says, grinning. He stops rubbing Tyler's leg, then unrolls the pant leg. "I'll go get you some dry clothes, you should move in front of the fire."
Tyler nods as Caleb stands up, and as the older boy leaves the room, Tyler climbs to his feet. He leans all of his weight on his left leg experimentally, and there's the smallest bit of pain before it vanishes completely -- he's perfectly fine. He walks towards the fireplace, breathing in deeply as the crackling flames warm him quickly, and he puts his hands on his hips as he waits.
Caleb returns quickly, and he holds out a pair of too big sweatpants that look very comfortable. As Tyler takes them, he gives a little smirk.
"No shirt?" he asks.
"You're lucky I even brought pants," he says. "You have no idea how much I didn't want to."
Tyler grins, and he blames the growing heat in his cheeks on the fire. He glances at the pants, then raises his eyebrows at Caleb. "You gonna turn around?" he asks.
"It's my turn to watch," Caleb says, and while he's very smooth and cool, his voice has a wickedness to it.
More color crawling up his neck to his face, Tyler turns away from him. He pulls off his damp tee shirt, dropping it to the floor, and he feels Caleb's eyes boring into his back. As he quickly kicks off the one shoe that Caleb hadn't pulled off, he shoves his pants down his legs. Caleb's seen him naked before, but it doesn't make it any less embarrassing sometimes.
"The shorts too, yeah?" Caleb asks as Tyler's stepping out of the pants. His voice gives away that he's very clearly amused by the situation.
Tyler rolls his eyes, but he smiles. He glances over his shoulder at Caleb, one of his eyebrows arching, and he drops the sweatpants that'd been tucked under his arm. Caleb's gaze flickers to them for a moment, his expression one of anticipation, and Tyler hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his swim shorts. He pulls down one side of them just slightly, teasingly.
Caleb laughs, throwing his head back some. "Oh, I see how it is," he says. "You know I love to hate it when you play with me like this."
Tyler doesn't respond, instead pulling down the other side of his shorts a couple of centimeters, knowing that he's bared the top of his ass. Caleb sighs dramatically, but when he speaks, his tone is dangerously -- and playfully -- low.
"I'll take them off for you," he threatens.
"I'd like to see you try." It's the wrong thing to say to someone like Caleb, but Tyler's feeling a little adventurous.
Of course, he isn't expecting it when Caleb suddenly moves forward, and before he can react, Caleb's chest is against Tyler's back, his arms wrapping tightly around Tyler's waist. Letting out a surprised laugh, Tyler squirms slightly, and Caleb's lips are suddenly at his throat. As usual, the feeling of Caleb's warm mouth on his bare skin makes Tyler feel hot all over, his stomach twisting in just that special way.
Caleb's attempting to push his hands down the front of Tyler's shorts, but just for good sport, Tyler decides to fight back. He grabs Caleb's wrists and Caleb chuckles in his throat, his breath dancing across Tyler's collarbone.
"What's the matter, baby boy?" the older Son asks, turning things around. He grabs Tyler's hands, brings them up and pins them against Tyler's chest. "Weren't expecting this?"
Tyler laughs, struggling -- Caleb's always been the strongest one of them all, but this is one of the times when Tyler doesn't really mind. Caleb gives another laugh as well, and he brushes his lips over that spot of tender skin behind Tyler's ear, making Tyler shudder slightly.
Caleb suddenly grinds his hips against him, and Tyler can feel the older boy's half-hardened cock against his ass. It sends a thrill through Tyler's body, and warmth floods his stomach, spreading towards his groin. He realizes he's stopped fighting Caleb, and his hands are now limp against his chest, only this time it's one of Caleb's big hands holding them there.
His other hand is moving slowly down Tyler's stomach. His fingers dip beneath the material of Tyler's shorts, and Tyler's breath catches in his throat. Still feeling quite playful however, he decides to put up a fight for just a moment longer.
Catching Caleb off guard, Tyler's hands slip from his grip, and holding onto Caleb's arm, Tyler bends forward with a sharp snap. Letting out a surprised noise, Caleb flips forward over Tyler, getting practically thrown to the floor with a loud crash. Tyler straightens, feeling very smug, grinning triumphantly, and he looks down at Caleb. Caleb's on his back, slightly winded.
"Were you expecting that?" Tyler asks, putting his hands on his hips.
Caleb's eyes fall closed as he laughs, and he folds his hands on his stomach. After a little while of working to catch his breath, he opens his eyes again.
"Okay, okay," he says. "You got me there."
Tyler has a few more seconds of sweet satisfaction, but all of a sudden, Caleb reaches up and grabs one of his ankles. Tyler's arms go out and roll like windmills as he tries to keep his balance, but to no avail, and he falls to the floor as well.
Caleb's like some kind of preying tiger, and he pushes Tyler onto his back, rolling on top of him quickly. With a playful growl of sorts, he pins Tyler's arms once more, this time against the floor above his head. Their erections are now pressing together, and Tyler's hips jerk slightly, unintentionally.
"Where's the white flag?" Caleb asks.
Grinning, Tyler sighs lightly. "Okay," he says. "I give."
For a long moment, Caleb doesn't release him, but with a smile, he lets go of Tyler's arms. They stare at each other for what could've been hours but is probably only a few minutes, and Caleb starts to lower his head.
Their mouths meet slowly, but the kiss turns eager quick. Tyler tilts his head slightly, slanting his mouth against Caleb's, and Caleb shapes Tyler's lips with his own. Their tongues meet and twist, and Tyler wraps his arms around Caleb's shoulders. He runs the fingers of one hand through the hair at the nape of Caleb's neck, and Caleb rolls his hips against him again.
When Caleb breaks the kiss, he grins widely at Tyler, sitting up just slightly and moving his hands down Tyler's body.
"Still haven't managed to get these off of you," he says, grabbing Tyler's shorts.
Laughing slightly, Tyler raises his hips some and lets Caleb slide his shorts off of him. His cock is completely hard by now, standing and gleaming slightly with the faintest trace of pre-cum, and he unintentionally blushes as Caleb looks at it.
Saying nothing, Caleb passes Tyler another little smile, and he pulls off his own shirt. The flames in the hearth make Caleb's tanned skin glow slightly, and Tyler just gazes at him for a long moment -- Caleb returns the favor, staring down at Tyler with an unreadable expression on his face. When he snaps back to the situation, Caleb quickly starts to undo his own jeans.
Tyler's excitement is already building as the older boy works on shimmying out of his pants, and Caleb's dick bounces free from the denim, also completely hard. Putting his hands on either side of Tyler's head on the floor, Caleb slowly lowers himself again so their mouths can meet once more, and now their bare cocks rub against one another's.
Unable to stop himself from taking in a quick breath at the contact, Tyler places his hands on Caleb's waist. He squeezes Caleb's hips slightly, and as Caleb's teeth catch Tyler's bottom lip, Caleb rolls his whole body downwards. A moan wells in Tyler's throat, and as if this is what Caleb's been waiting for, he speeds things up.
Caleb's hips rock and thrust, his dick grinding against Tyler's and causing a friction that sends pleasure racing through both of their bodies. Tyler breaks the kiss this time, turning his head and letting out a small groan. Caleb doesn't seem to mind, his mouth moving to the base of Tyler's throat, and he starts to nip and suck at the skin there.
Tyler runs his hands up Caleb's smooth back, panting and pushing his own hips off of the floor so that he can meet Caleb's thrusts. He scratches his fingernails lightly down Caleb's spine, and an animalistic noise comes from Caleb's lips, a noise that only adds to Tyler's pleasure and brings him that much closer to the brink.
Neither of them last very long, but this doesn't embarrass them. Movements suddenly a bit jerky, Caleb stops what he's doing and sits up again, going to his knees. He reaches down and grabs both of their cocks. Keeping them side-by-side, Caleb starts to stroke them with both of his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration even as pleasured moans leave his mouth.
Arching against the floor, Tyler almost can't take this, and his arms search for something to hold onto -- the threadbare rug will have to do. He clutches at it like it's some sort of lifeline, and a mewl-like sound comes from him as he bucks towards Caleb.
He climaxes first, coming on Caleb's stomach and hands while color spots bloom in front of his eyes. Saying the older boy's name a few times, Tyler collapses to the floor, throwing his arms over his face as his hips still move, riding out his orgasm. He doesn't watch as Caleb reaches his own climax, but he feels the older boy's warm come land on his own stomach, and Caleb's hands stop moving after a moment.
Breathing heavily, Caleb lays slightly on Tyler, his head going between Tyler's neck and shoulder. Their both covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and as their chests rise and fall quickly, hearts racing, the fire beside them continues to crackle and dance, an unseeing witness to what's just happened.
Caleb lifts his head after what feels like an eternity, and he gives Tyler a surprisingly chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Want to go meet up with Reid now?" Caleb asks, smirking with just the right amount of joking arrogance.
"Depends," Tyler says, voice still thick. "When's your mom coming back?"
Caleb pauses, and Tyler knows he's not just thinking -- in his mind, Caleb's searching out his mother and getting a feel for where she is and what she's doing. After a moment, he shakes his head.
"At least not for a few hours," he says.
"Then why ruin a good thing?" Tyler asks, "It's the perfect day for a quiet night in."
A roguish grin from the older boy. "Or not so quiet."
Before Tyler can lend a snappy retort, Caleb's lips are on his again.