Getting It
Fandom: The Covenant
Disclaimer: I don't own, of course.
Title: Getting It
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Length: 3373; oneshot
Pairings: Tyler/Reid, one-sided Reid/Caleb, minor Reid/OFC
Summary: Tyler wants Reid, who wants Caleb. Supposedly. Everyone is rather confused.
Note: All canon butchering is completely unintentional and pointing it out is greatly appreciated.
"Stop! Just...stop," Tyler said, voice switching to a whine half-way through. But he couldn't take it anymore. How long could the strongest man watch the person he loved fawn over his friend? He had been doing it for many months. Pretty long considering he wasn't even in the same ballpark as the strongest man.
Reid cocked his head mid-rant and glared at him. "Well, it's not fair," he persisted, waving his hands wildly. "I mean, the bastard thinks he's all that, just because he's ascended and we haven't."
Wearily, Tyler lowered his head to his hands.
"But he's not. A few months older, more power, doesn't make him any better. When I ascend." He broke off to laugh. "When I ascend I'll be so much more powerful than him. And I'll use it, not like Caleb and his 'No, no. It's addictive and you're already addicted!' Honestly."
"Reid," Tyler pleaded, kicking his desk's leg.
"What?" he snapped.
Tyler raised his head, looked Reid straight in the eye, and said what he thought he'd never get the courage to say. "Why don't you just fuck him already?"
Reid blinked, mouth gaping open.
A smile lit up Tyler's face. It was a twisted smile but he kicked the chair back on its hind legs and crossed his arms smugly. "You heard me."
Reid had started to shake his head vigorously, blond hair framing his face and making Tyler wish he'd not said it.
"I don't know what the fuck you're going on about."
The last straw had snapped. Tyler slammed his fists on the table and stood, closing the distance between them. "It's always about Caleb. You are always acting up around him, trying to catch his attention."
"Are not!"
Tyler held up a finger. "You're terribly jealous of him. Not just because he's the first one to ascend, like Pogue thinks, but because Sarah has him and you will. Never. Have. Him."
Long silence followed his outburst.
Reid's left eye was twitching, in a familiar gesture that let Tyler know he should get away and fast. Reid was rarely mad at him but when he was it was always bad. Bad made worse because they shared a dorm and had to sleep not ten feet away from each other, anger rolling off Reid and usually making Tyler's bed sheets flutter angrily.
But Tyler buried his fear and held his ground. He had said it and he felt good. He wasn't going to let love-struck, in denial Reid scare him. The fact that he was in the same boat didn't seem to matter.
"I hate you," Reid hissed, eyes turning black.
Tyler braced himself, but nothing happened.
And then, surprisingly, Reid turned and stomped out of their dorm, slamming the door behind him. Then the bookshelf hit Tyler in the back, making him collapse to the floor, a multitude of books piling on top of him.
Grunting, he stayed like that. He didn't feel so good anymore, and not just because he had some book poking him in the ass.
Reid hadn't even really denied it. And while Tyler wouldn't have believed his denial, it would have helped him sleep at night.
The next day it was like their fight had never happened. Sure, that was how they always acted after a fight, but for some reason Tyler had thought this one would be different.
But it wasn't.
Reid hadn't returned to the dorm, probably having roomed with Pogue for the night. In the morning, Reid had rapped on the door, yelling at him to get his sleepy ass out of bed and boot down to class. And here they were, lunch time, eating in the cafeteria because it was taco day and they all liked tacos.
"So, I don't think he's really dead," Pogue said for the umpteenth time. It had been a week since Caleb and Chase's last stand-off but Pogue and Caleb still found it mandatory to discuss and repeat the same conversations, as if they disagreed on the issue, which they didn't.
Sarah let out a little shiver and wrapped her arms around Caleb, whispering something into his ear. He smiled and pecked her on the lips.
Tyler picked morosely at his taco salad. He felt eyes on him and looked across the table. Reid was glaring at him, as if Caleb kissing his girlfriend was his fault.
"What?" mouthed Tyler.
Reid shook his head and focused his gaze on some point behind Tyler. Abruptly he stood and sauntered over to a long-haired brunette girl Chelsea, who was Tyler's Biology partner. A brilliant girl who giggled way too much.
Pogue tapped their feet together under the table. "You two get into a fight?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Tyler shrugged and resumed picking at his food. The subject was dropped.
Reid collapsed back into his chair, a giggling Chelsea falling into his arms. Tyler's brow furrowed. What was this all about?
"We all going out to Nicky's after classes?" he asked, drumming Chelsea on the nose. She nipped playfully at his finger. "Want to take Chels out on our first date."
"Can you believe I've never been to Nicky's?" she bubbled.
Pogue said, "I believe it," causing Tyler to smile. "If she's going out on a date with Reid something must be wrong with her."
He eyed Chelsea but she either ignored him or didn't hear because she was busy rubbing her nose against Reid's, giggling something about Eskimo kisses.
Caleb nodded in obvious approval of Reid hanging out with someone who didn't have powers. Tyler knew why he approved. The more time Reid spent with her the less time he had to use his powers without the risk of getting caught. "Good idea. Want to go?" Caleb asked Sarah.
"Yeah." She elbowed him with a wink. "We can dance again." They shared secret, identical grins and Tyler looked at Reid for his reaction but Reid was twisting Chelsea's deep red hair around his fingers, eyes trained on Tyler.
His stomach jerked slightly, almost as if it had gasped, but he ignored it and returned to his lunch, puzzling over Reid and his sudden attraction to Chelsea. He had never shown any interest in her before, not even his fake interest he showed so no one would catch on. He looked around the table and Reid was surveying Caleb and Sarah. And he understood. Reid was trying to make Caleb jealous.
He almost felt sorry for Reid. Almost. There was the little problem of him being jealous instead of Caleb.
The music was loud and he was drowning his sorrows by cheating in pool, therefore gathering plenty of money, but he just wanted to go back to the dorms.
Caleb and Sarah, Pogue and Kate, and Reid and Chelsea were dancing to the harsh beat, much deeper and arousing than the music that was usually played in Nicky's. Then again, Nicky wasn't to be found so the manager was in charge and the manager was a lump of a man who'd rather spend the time with his nose in a drink.
Reid was grinding against Chelsea, thrusting his hips forward in short repetitive bursts. His head was thrown back, hair dusting his shoulders. He had those silly black gloves on and was kneading Chelsea's ass through her too short skirt.
Tyler felt his cock perk in interest but there was nothing he could do about it.
Now Reid was moving his hips in little circles that made Tyler's jeans feel much too small. Then Reid locked eyes with him. Tyler stopped breathing.
Reid's eyes flashed and a soft wind blew Chelsea's skirt up. He placed his hands on the pale flesh, squeezing, eyes never leaving Tyler's. He licked his lips and smiled, leaning forward to trace the shell of Chelsea's ear.
"You game or not?" a gruff voice barked.
Tyler jolted and faced the guy. "Yeah, I'm game."
"Then put the money in and grab a cue."
As he lined the cue up for the first shot, the image of Reid licking Chelsea's ear flashed up. Only Tyler was in Chelsea's place. He jerked the cue, missing the white ball all together.
Needless to say, he lost that game, too distracted to even think about cheating.
"You left early," Reid pouted, toeing his shoes and socks off before falling on Tyler's bed, right next to him. "Not having fun?"
Tyler looked at him and frowned. "I didn't feel good."
Reid nodded and Ahh-ed in tone that made him sound all knowing, and made Tyler want to shove him off the bed. Except that would most likely result in another fight and Tyler didn't want that.
"Feeling better now?" He lifted his hips and hooked his thumbs in his pants, pulling them down, boxers following.
Tyler turned his head away, face heating up. "You're undressing," he stated lamely. What did Reid think he was doing?
"Don't worry," Reid whispered, breath bursting on Tyler's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "I like Caleb, remember? You said so yourself. I won't jump you."
He smacked his lips against Tyler's neck then eased off the bed. Tyler tried to hold back the fury and arousal as he listened to Reid getting situated in his own bed.
"Then what's with Chelsea?" he asked bitterly, unable to contain it.
Reid didn't answer and a minute latter his breath was even.
Caleb entered the dorm, looking sufficiently harrowed. He sat on Tyler's bed, motioning for Tyler to sit.
"What's up?" Tyler asked, folding his legs under his bum.
Caleb fiddled with the end of his shirt for the longest time before he huffed and looked Tyler in the eye. "Have you noticed anything...odd about Reid lately?"
Besides the whole Chelsea and kissing him on the neck thing two nights ago? "No."
"Oh." His shoulders slumped. "Well, he... I don't know if I should say anything. But you two talk about everything, right?"
Tyler nodded.
"So you could know and promised not to tell?" When Tyler didn't respond Caleb touched his lips and said, completely horrified, "Reid kissed me in the showers not fifteen minutes ago!"
And there it was again: his gasping stomach. He should have seen it coming, what with Reid being around Chelsea and constantly giving him looks. But it didn't lessen the pain.
"And then he said he was sorry and that he had been thinking about Chelsea." He gave Tyler a desperate look. "So, you know, is that true?"
For the sake of his own sanity as well as Caleb's, Tyler nodded. "He's dating Chelsea, you know."
That seemed to be exactly what Caleb needed to hear because he laughed in a relieved sort of way and stood. "Well, I'm supposed to meet up with Sarah. See you later?"
The door closed behind him and not five seconds had gone by when Reid entered. He stopped short at the sight of Tyler, who couldn't help but say, "I told you so."
Reid clenched his fists in anger, but then he unclenched them. "I don't get you, Tyler Simms."
Tyler shook his head and shoved past Reid to open the door. "I don't get you either."
The moon shone through the window. The branches of the elm tree outside sent shadows to play on the wall. Tyler watched them, hypnotized, hoping it would bore him and make him fall asleep.
The door opened and slammed into the wall, making the shadows jump like crazy.
There was giggling and Tyler threw an arm over his face, groaning silently. Chelsea.
"One on the left," Reid said and they bustled through the door, lips fused together. Tyler didn't want to be peaking under his arm but he was anyway.
They fell onto it, Reid raking his teeth down her neck, slightly blue from the moonlight. His hands cupped her breasts and she let out a breathy moan.
"Reid!" Tyler shouted.
Giggling again. "Opps!" She sat up, adjusting her shirt. "Sorry! I'll go."
"No, no, you don't have to," Reid said, but he wasn't even looking at her anymore. Chelsea simply giggled some more and leaned in for a heavy kiss. Then she bounded out of the room. Tyler heard Reid mutter "Annoying" but he wasn't sure.
Tyler closed his eyes in relief. There was no way he would have lived hearing that. He wasn't sure if he was going to live knowing that would have happened.
The bed shifted and Reid crawled on, hovering over him, breath ghosting over his face. "What's wrong?" he asked and Tyler could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I don't want to listen to that," Tyler replied, squirming uncomfortably. Reid was about three inches from his suddenly erect cock. If he would die from hearing Reid and Chelsea he wasn't sure he wanted to know what would happen if Reid found out he was painfully hard.
Hands closed over his wrists, pulling them up to pin against the pillow. Reid was wearing those gloves again. Either he was losing his mind or those gloves had suddenly gone from silly to erotic. Warm fingers leading to soft and worn down fabric.
"Why?" Reid asked, voice mocking. "You want Chelsea for yourself?"
Tyler blinked. And blinked some more. "What? No."
This time Reid blinked, the moonlight catching his eyelashes and making them seem longer. "I don't get it. You like Chelsea, you do. You're always meeting up with her for studying, talking to her in class, and you suck at talking to people but she's always laughing at you."
"She my lab partner," Tyler stressed. "Besides, she laughs at everyone. I like --" He broke off and sighed heavily.
"Who?" Reid's grip on his wrists tightened and he leaned closer so their noses were almost touching. "Tell me who or it won't be the bookshelf falling on you next time..."
"You. I like you."
The silence stretched between them. Reid hadn't moved back and Tyler just wished the bed would eat him. Or that Reid would fry him so he wouldn't have to be suspended in the most awkward moment ever, and he'd been in quite a lot of them.
Warm lips closed over his own and he gasped in surprise. Reid took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and tap his own.
Tyler turned his head, breath coming shakily. "You kissed me."
"No shit."
"Now I don't get it."
"What's not to get?" a very irritated Reid bit.
"But you like Caleb."
Reid huffed. "Yeah, and I decided you're right. Happy? You were right. I've given up on him."
Tyler stuttered, "But what about --"
"Chelsea?" Reid laughed, his body shaking and his thigh brushing against Tyler's cock. He whimpered and twisted his wrists in Reid's grip, clutching the pillow. Reid's laughter sobered but he kept his thigh there, not moving. "I was mad at you for saying I liked Caleb. Thought you liked Chelsea. Viva la vi revenge."
Tyler nodded, barely understanding through his arousal. "Oh."
And Reid was kissing him again. This time he thrust and angled so that their cocks rubbed together through Reid's jeans and Tyler's pajama bottoms. There was way too much fabric. It was much too hot. It still didn't make sense.
"What about -- Why me?"
Reid shrugged, moving his pointer fingers over the inside of Tyler's hands. There were nerves there? Tyler bit his bottom lip to keep in the moan.
"Well, I didn't know you felt this way, and now I know. And...you're here."
No. "I don't want to." He tried yanking his wrists out of the restraints, but Reid's eyes flashed and suddenly he couldn't move his wrists at all. Reid's hands moved to cup his face in such a position that he couldn't look away. He pushed against the magic with his own but Reid's voice stopped him.
"What?" He narrowed his black eyes and Tyler must be perverted because even that was sexy. Not to mention, the gloves were on his face now and he wanted to suck on Reid's finger. But -- no -- it wasn't worth it.
"Look I..." Tyler started, voice soft, "really care about you and I don't think I could...handle a one off."
"Maybe I want to try," countered Reid, releasing his grip on Tyler's face, and alternatively, his hold on his wrists. Tyler could pull out of the weak magic but he didn't.
"Try what? Sex or...a relationship?"
Reid leaned in, licking Tyler's lips. He slid his hands up Tyler's arm until their fingers laced. "Does it really matter?" he asked, rocking against him.
"To me it does," Tyler gasped, finally giving in and thrusting up.
The magic holding his wrists left. It tingled around him, both of them, slowly removing their clothes.
Tyler pulled his head free of the shirt and lifted his hips so his pants could be removed. Reid instantly latched onto his nipple, awakening nerves he hadn't known were there. The only other time someone had stimulated that area had been when Pogue twisted his nipple, and that had been a stimulation he could have gone without feeling.
But this -- this felt good. Reid rolled his other nipple into a hard nub between his fingers, the palm of his gloves rubbing against his heated skin.
Tyler moaned long and deep but Reid let go of his nipples and trailed his tongue down Tyler's body, dipping in his navel, then hitting his chin on Tyler's cock, causing him to gasp loudly.
"Touch me, please," Tyler whispered, arching his hips off the bed and pressing his cock onto Reid's neck.
Reid's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, so tight. It was overwhelming. Here was the person he had wanted for so long, in his bed, sucking his cock. Feeling he had to recuperate, Tyler rubbed his knee against Reid's cock, feeling the precome leak onto his skin.
Reid mumbled something around his cock but he didn't even bother wondering what Reid had said, as long as he kept doing that.
Fingers fondled his balls and Tyler let go of the pillow in favor of pushing Reid's head down, needing more. But Reid's teeth suddenly appeared and swiped against his sensitive cock in punishment. Tyler whimpered, resigning in just running his fingers through the soft blond hair.
Reid pulled away. "I'm going to fuck you."
Tyler stared back into his eyes. "Going to?"
"Yep." He nodded and bent Tyler's knees, positioning his cock against his entrance.
"Wait! Shouldn't you use a condom? Or something?" He waned under Reid's mocking glare.
"I haven't fucked anyone before. You sure as hell haven't. We don't have anything." And he thrust forward, barely entering.
"Ouch!" Tyler screamed, hands flailing. "I think you're supposed to use something. Something to -- ouch -- ease entry."
A container of lotion flung out of Reid's nightstand and drizzled a generous amount onto his cock. "There."
It hurt like hell and Tyler was just beginning to wonder why anyone would want to do this when Reid hit something deep inside him that had him yelping and arching, hands landing on Reid's neck to pull him down for a kiss.
Reid had started to make a bunch of tiny, quick thrusts that continuously pounded Tyler's prostate. His cock was going to burst.
"Come for me," Reid hissed, grabbing his cock and pumping once, the fabric of his gloves feeling like sweet sin against Tyler's red cock.
Tyler came with a gurgle, body tensing and back bending so much he wouldn't have been surprised if he broke it. His come splattered onto their stomachs, rolling onto Reid's black gloves and coating them white. Reid sucked on his bottom lip and came inside him the moment he unclenched.
Reid collapsed on him, cock still up his body. Tyler shifted uncomfortably and Reid slipped out. His ass felt lose and empty now. He rather wished Reid's cock was back up.
To Tyler's surprise, Reid stretched out beside him, hooking his fingers behind his head. "You know, I want to try the relationship."
A smile stretched Tyler's lips. "Good." Because he didn't know what would happen if Reid didn't want him again and hopefully he'd never have to find out.
Disclaimer: I don't own, of course.
Title: Getting It
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Length: 3373; oneshot
Pairings: Tyler/Reid, one-sided Reid/Caleb, minor Reid/OFC
Summary: Tyler wants Reid, who wants Caleb. Supposedly. Everyone is rather confused.
Note: All canon butchering is completely unintentional and pointing it out is greatly appreciated.
"Stop! Just...stop," Tyler said, voice switching to a whine half-way through. But he couldn't take it anymore. How long could the strongest man watch the person he loved fawn over his friend? He had been doing it for many months. Pretty long considering he wasn't even in the same ballpark as the strongest man.
Reid cocked his head mid-rant and glared at him. "Well, it's not fair," he persisted, waving his hands wildly. "I mean, the bastard thinks he's all that, just because he's ascended and we haven't."
Wearily, Tyler lowered his head to his hands.
"But he's not. A few months older, more power, doesn't make him any better. When I ascend." He broke off to laugh. "When I ascend I'll be so much more powerful than him. And I'll use it, not like Caleb and his 'No, no. It's addictive and you're already addicted!' Honestly."
"Reid," Tyler pleaded, kicking his desk's leg.
"What?" he snapped.
Tyler raised his head, looked Reid straight in the eye, and said what he thought he'd never get the courage to say. "Why don't you just fuck him already?"
Reid blinked, mouth gaping open.
A smile lit up Tyler's face. It was a twisted smile but he kicked the chair back on its hind legs and crossed his arms smugly. "You heard me."
Reid had started to shake his head vigorously, blond hair framing his face and making Tyler wish he'd not said it.
"I don't know what the fuck you're going on about."
The last straw had snapped. Tyler slammed his fists on the table and stood, closing the distance between them. "It's always about Caleb. You are always acting up around him, trying to catch his attention."
"Are not!"
Tyler held up a finger. "You're terribly jealous of him. Not just because he's the first one to ascend, like Pogue thinks, but because Sarah has him and you will. Never. Have. Him."
Long silence followed his outburst.
Reid's left eye was twitching, in a familiar gesture that let Tyler know he should get away and fast. Reid was rarely mad at him but when he was it was always bad. Bad made worse because they shared a dorm and had to sleep not ten feet away from each other, anger rolling off Reid and usually making Tyler's bed sheets flutter angrily.
But Tyler buried his fear and held his ground. He had said it and he felt good. He wasn't going to let love-struck, in denial Reid scare him. The fact that he was in the same boat didn't seem to matter.
"I hate you," Reid hissed, eyes turning black.
Tyler braced himself, but nothing happened.
And then, surprisingly, Reid turned and stomped out of their dorm, slamming the door behind him. Then the bookshelf hit Tyler in the back, making him collapse to the floor, a multitude of books piling on top of him.
Grunting, he stayed like that. He didn't feel so good anymore, and not just because he had some book poking him in the ass.
Reid hadn't even really denied it. And while Tyler wouldn't have believed his denial, it would have helped him sleep at night.
The next day it was like their fight had never happened. Sure, that was how they always acted after a fight, but for some reason Tyler had thought this one would be different.
But it wasn't.
Reid hadn't returned to the dorm, probably having roomed with Pogue for the night. In the morning, Reid had rapped on the door, yelling at him to get his sleepy ass out of bed and boot down to class. And here they were, lunch time, eating in the cafeteria because it was taco day and they all liked tacos.
"So, I don't think he's really dead," Pogue said for the umpteenth time. It had been a week since Caleb and Chase's last stand-off but Pogue and Caleb still found it mandatory to discuss and repeat the same conversations, as if they disagreed on the issue, which they didn't.
Sarah let out a little shiver and wrapped her arms around Caleb, whispering something into his ear. He smiled and pecked her on the lips.
Tyler picked morosely at his taco salad. He felt eyes on him and looked across the table. Reid was glaring at him, as if Caleb kissing his girlfriend was his fault.
"What?" mouthed Tyler.
Reid shook his head and focused his gaze on some point behind Tyler. Abruptly he stood and sauntered over to a long-haired brunette girl Chelsea, who was Tyler's Biology partner. A brilliant girl who giggled way too much.
Pogue tapped their feet together under the table. "You two get into a fight?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Tyler shrugged and resumed picking at his food. The subject was dropped.
Reid collapsed back into his chair, a giggling Chelsea falling into his arms. Tyler's brow furrowed. What was this all about?
"We all going out to Nicky's after classes?" he asked, drumming Chelsea on the nose. She nipped playfully at his finger. "Want to take Chels out on our first date."
"Can you believe I've never been to Nicky's?" she bubbled.
Pogue said, "I believe it," causing Tyler to smile. "If she's going out on a date with Reid something must be wrong with her."
He eyed Chelsea but she either ignored him or didn't hear because she was busy rubbing her nose against Reid's, giggling something about Eskimo kisses.
Caleb nodded in obvious approval of Reid hanging out with someone who didn't have powers. Tyler knew why he approved. The more time Reid spent with her the less time he had to use his powers without the risk of getting caught. "Good idea. Want to go?" Caleb asked Sarah.
"Yeah." She elbowed him with a wink. "We can dance again." They shared secret, identical grins and Tyler looked at Reid for his reaction but Reid was twisting Chelsea's deep red hair around his fingers, eyes trained on Tyler.
His stomach jerked slightly, almost as if it had gasped, but he ignored it and returned to his lunch, puzzling over Reid and his sudden attraction to Chelsea. He had never shown any interest in her before, not even his fake interest he showed so no one would catch on. He looked around the table and Reid was surveying Caleb and Sarah. And he understood. Reid was trying to make Caleb jealous.
He almost felt sorry for Reid. Almost. There was the little problem of him being jealous instead of Caleb.
The music was loud and he was drowning his sorrows by cheating in pool, therefore gathering plenty of money, but he just wanted to go back to the dorms.
Caleb and Sarah, Pogue and Kate, and Reid and Chelsea were dancing to the harsh beat, much deeper and arousing than the music that was usually played in Nicky's. Then again, Nicky wasn't to be found so the manager was in charge and the manager was a lump of a man who'd rather spend the time with his nose in a drink.
Reid was grinding against Chelsea, thrusting his hips forward in short repetitive bursts. His head was thrown back, hair dusting his shoulders. He had those silly black gloves on and was kneading Chelsea's ass through her too short skirt.
Tyler felt his cock perk in interest but there was nothing he could do about it.
Now Reid was moving his hips in little circles that made Tyler's jeans feel much too small. Then Reid locked eyes with him. Tyler stopped breathing.
Reid's eyes flashed and a soft wind blew Chelsea's skirt up. He placed his hands on the pale flesh, squeezing, eyes never leaving Tyler's. He licked his lips and smiled, leaning forward to trace the shell of Chelsea's ear.
"You game or not?" a gruff voice barked.
Tyler jolted and faced the guy. "Yeah, I'm game."
"Then put the money in and grab a cue."
As he lined the cue up for the first shot, the image of Reid licking Chelsea's ear flashed up. Only Tyler was in Chelsea's place. He jerked the cue, missing the white ball all together.
Needless to say, he lost that game, too distracted to even think about cheating.
"You left early," Reid pouted, toeing his shoes and socks off before falling on Tyler's bed, right next to him. "Not having fun?"
Tyler looked at him and frowned. "I didn't feel good."
Reid nodded and Ahh-ed in tone that made him sound all knowing, and made Tyler want to shove him off the bed. Except that would most likely result in another fight and Tyler didn't want that.
"Feeling better now?" He lifted his hips and hooked his thumbs in his pants, pulling them down, boxers following.
Tyler turned his head away, face heating up. "You're undressing," he stated lamely. What did Reid think he was doing?
"Don't worry," Reid whispered, breath bursting on Tyler's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "I like Caleb, remember? You said so yourself. I won't jump you."
He smacked his lips against Tyler's neck then eased off the bed. Tyler tried to hold back the fury and arousal as he listened to Reid getting situated in his own bed.
"Then what's with Chelsea?" he asked bitterly, unable to contain it.
Reid didn't answer and a minute latter his breath was even.
Caleb entered the dorm, looking sufficiently harrowed. He sat on Tyler's bed, motioning for Tyler to sit.
"What's up?" Tyler asked, folding his legs under his bum.
Caleb fiddled with the end of his shirt for the longest time before he huffed and looked Tyler in the eye. "Have you noticed anything...odd about Reid lately?"
Besides the whole Chelsea and kissing him on the neck thing two nights ago? "No."
"Oh." His shoulders slumped. "Well, he... I don't know if I should say anything. But you two talk about everything, right?"
Tyler nodded.
"So you could know and promised not to tell?" When Tyler didn't respond Caleb touched his lips and said, completely horrified, "Reid kissed me in the showers not fifteen minutes ago!"
And there it was again: his gasping stomach. He should have seen it coming, what with Reid being around Chelsea and constantly giving him looks. But it didn't lessen the pain.
"And then he said he was sorry and that he had been thinking about Chelsea." He gave Tyler a desperate look. "So, you know, is that true?"
For the sake of his own sanity as well as Caleb's, Tyler nodded. "He's dating Chelsea, you know."
That seemed to be exactly what Caleb needed to hear because he laughed in a relieved sort of way and stood. "Well, I'm supposed to meet up with Sarah. See you later?"
The door closed behind him and not five seconds had gone by when Reid entered. He stopped short at the sight of Tyler, who couldn't help but say, "I told you so."
Reid clenched his fists in anger, but then he unclenched them. "I don't get you, Tyler Simms."
Tyler shook his head and shoved past Reid to open the door. "I don't get you either."
The moon shone through the window. The branches of the elm tree outside sent shadows to play on the wall. Tyler watched them, hypnotized, hoping it would bore him and make him fall asleep.
The door opened and slammed into the wall, making the shadows jump like crazy.
There was giggling and Tyler threw an arm over his face, groaning silently. Chelsea.
"One on the left," Reid said and they bustled through the door, lips fused together. Tyler didn't want to be peaking under his arm but he was anyway.
They fell onto it, Reid raking his teeth down her neck, slightly blue from the moonlight. His hands cupped her breasts and she let out a breathy moan.
"Reid!" Tyler shouted.
Giggling again. "Opps!" She sat up, adjusting her shirt. "Sorry! I'll go."
"No, no, you don't have to," Reid said, but he wasn't even looking at her anymore. Chelsea simply giggled some more and leaned in for a heavy kiss. Then she bounded out of the room. Tyler heard Reid mutter "Annoying" but he wasn't sure.
Tyler closed his eyes in relief. There was no way he would have lived hearing that. He wasn't sure if he was going to live knowing that would have happened.
The bed shifted and Reid crawled on, hovering over him, breath ghosting over his face. "What's wrong?" he asked and Tyler could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I don't want to listen to that," Tyler replied, squirming uncomfortably. Reid was about three inches from his suddenly erect cock. If he would die from hearing Reid and Chelsea he wasn't sure he wanted to know what would happen if Reid found out he was painfully hard.
Hands closed over his wrists, pulling them up to pin against the pillow. Reid was wearing those gloves again. Either he was losing his mind or those gloves had suddenly gone from silly to erotic. Warm fingers leading to soft and worn down fabric.
"Why?" Reid asked, voice mocking. "You want Chelsea for yourself?"
Tyler blinked. And blinked some more. "What? No."
This time Reid blinked, the moonlight catching his eyelashes and making them seem longer. "I don't get it. You like Chelsea, you do. You're always meeting up with her for studying, talking to her in class, and you suck at talking to people but she's always laughing at you."
"She my lab partner," Tyler stressed. "Besides, she laughs at everyone. I like --" He broke off and sighed heavily.
"Who?" Reid's grip on his wrists tightened and he leaned closer so their noses were almost touching. "Tell me who or it won't be the bookshelf falling on you next time..."
"You. I like you."
The silence stretched between them. Reid hadn't moved back and Tyler just wished the bed would eat him. Or that Reid would fry him so he wouldn't have to be suspended in the most awkward moment ever, and he'd been in quite a lot of them.
Warm lips closed over his own and he gasped in surprise. Reid took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and tap his own.
Tyler turned his head, breath coming shakily. "You kissed me."
"No shit."
"Now I don't get it."
"What's not to get?" a very irritated Reid bit.
"But you like Caleb."
Reid huffed. "Yeah, and I decided you're right. Happy? You were right. I've given up on him."
Tyler stuttered, "But what about --"
"Chelsea?" Reid laughed, his body shaking and his thigh brushing against Tyler's cock. He whimpered and twisted his wrists in Reid's grip, clutching the pillow. Reid's laughter sobered but he kept his thigh there, not moving. "I was mad at you for saying I liked Caleb. Thought you liked Chelsea. Viva la vi revenge."
Tyler nodded, barely understanding through his arousal. "Oh."
And Reid was kissing him again. This time he thrust and angled so that their cocks rubbed together through Reid's jeans and Tyler's pajama bottoms. There was way too much fabric. It was much too hot. It still didn't make sense.
"What about -- Why me?"
Reid shrugged, moving his pointer fingers over the inside of Tyler's hands. There were nerves there? Tyler bit his bottom lip to keep in the moan.
"Well, I didn't know you felt this way, and now I know. And...you're here."
No. "I don't want to." He tried yanking his wrists out of the restraints, but Reid's eyes flashed and suddenly he couldn't move his wrists at all. Reid's hands moved to cup his face in such a position that he couldn't look away. He pushed against the magic with his own but Reid's voice stopped him.
"What?" He narrowed his black eyes and Tyler must be perverted because even that was sexy. Not to mention, the gloves were on his face now and he wanted to suck on Reid's finger. But -- no -- it wasn't worth it.
"Look I..." Tyler started, voice soft, "really care about you and I don't think I could...handle a one off."
"Maybe I want to try," countered Reid, releasing his grip on Tyler's face, and alternatively, his hold on his wrists. Tyler could pull out of the weak magic but he didn't.
"Try what? Sex or...a relationship?"
Reid leaned in, licking Tyler's lips. He slid his hands up Tyler's arm until their fingers laced. "Does it really matter?" he asked, rocking against him.
"To me it does," Tyler gasped, finally giving in and thrusting up.
The magic holding his wrists left. It tingled around him, both of them, slowly removing their clothes.
Tyler pulled his head free of the shirt and lifted his hips so his pants could be removed. Reid instantly latched onto his nipple, awakening nerves he hadn't known were there. The only other time someone had stimulated that area had been when Pogue twisted his nipple, and that had been a stimulation he could have gone without feeling.
But this -- this felt good. Reid rolled his other nipple into a hard nub between his fingers, the palm of his gloves rubbing against his heated skin.
Tyler moaned long and deep but Reid let go of his nipples and trailed his tongue down Tyler's body, dipping in his navel, then hitting his chin on Tyler's cock, causing him to gasp loudly.
"Touch me, please," Tyler whispered, arching his hips off the bed and pressing his cock onto Reid's neck.
Reid's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, so tight. It was overwhelming. Here was the person he had wanted for so long, in his bed, sucking his cock. Feeling he had to recuperate, Tyler rubbed his knee against Reid's cock, feeling the precome leak onto his skin.
Reid mumbled something around his cock but he didn't even bother wondering what Reid had said, as long as he kept doing that.
Fingers fondled his balls and Tyler let go of the pillow in favor of pushing Reid's head down, needing more. But Reid's teeth suddenly appeared and swiped against his sensitive cock in punishment. Tyler whimpered, resigning in just running his fingers through the soft blond hair.
Reid pulled away. "I'm going to fuck you."
Tyler stared back into his eyes. "Going to?"
"Yep." He nodded and bent Tyler's knees, positioning his cock against his entrance.
"Wait! Shouldn't you use a condom? Or something?" He waned under Reid's mocking glare.
"I haven't fucked anyone before. You sure as hell haven't. We don't have anything." And he thrust forward, barely entering.
"Ouch!" Tyler screamed, hands flailing. "I think you're supposed to use something. Something to -- ouch -- ease entry."
A container of lotion flung out of Reid's nightstand and drizzled a generous amount onto his cock. "There."
It hurt like hell and Tyler was just beginning to wonder why anyone would want to do this when Reid hit something deep inside him that had him yelping and arching, hands landing on Reid's neck to pull him down for a kiss.
Reid had started to make a bunch of tiny, quick thrusts that continuously pounded Tyler's prostate. His cock was going to burst.
"Come for me," Reid hissed, grabbing his cock and pumping once, the fabric of his gloves feeling like sweet sin against Tyler's red cock.
Tyler came with a gurgle, body tensing and back bending so much he wouldn't have been surprised if he broke it. His come splattered onto their stomachs, rolling onto Reid's black gloves and coating them white. Reid sucked on his bottom lip and came inside him the moment he unclenched.
Reid collapsed on him, cock still up his body. Tyler shifted uncomfortably and Reid slipped out. His ass felt lose and empty now. He rather wished Reid's cock was back up.
To Tyler's surprise, Reid stretched out beside him, hooking his fingers behind his head. "You know, I want to try the relationship."
A smile stretched Tyler's lips. "Good." Because he didn't know what would happen if Reid didn't want him again and hopefully he'd never have to find out.