Fic: Let's Be More Than This (12/19) [The Covenant, OT4, FRAO/NC-17]
Title: Let's Be More Than This - Chapter 12
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
The kitchen was mostly silent, save for the quiet ticking of the clock on the far wall. The bottle of beer between his hands had long since lost its chill. Pogue barely noticed. He was lost in his own mind, replaying the scene over and over again, remembering how he felt when the Power rushed through him. He shuddered and set the bottle to his lips, pulling on the amber liquid. He'd never felt anything like that. It was intense, almost too much, almost like suffocating, but at the same time it was liberating and so right.
Pogue Parry had always known where he stood with himself. He was into swimming, into motorcycles, and definitely into women. He liked the way they looked, the way their lush curves pressed into him, the way their hair smelled. It was stupid and a little superficial, but one of the things that had attracted him to Kate was the way the denim of her jeans moulded to her ass. He loved the contrast of their skin, the way she told him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Pogue's eyes closed as he remembered what it was like watching her sink down onto his cock, the feel of her slick heat gripping him tightly and the weight of her breasts in his palm, rubbing hard nipples between rough fingers. Kate loved that; always begged him to touch her more, to use his fingers to get her off.
Damn. He rubbed his hand tiredly over his face and shifted a little uncomfortably on his stool. At least he didn't have to worry about that.
"Hey."
Pogue glanced up, "Hey."
Caleb cautiously moved into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on his brother's tense form. The long haired male dropped his eyes back to the granite surface of the breakfast bar and pointedly ignored the way his cock twitched in his pants. Luckily he'd found some clean underwear and a pair of his old sweatpants that had been left after he'd crashed one night. He didn't want to go through the hassle of finding more clean clothes.
"You ok?"
Pogue nodded slowly, keeping his eyes low as he pulled on the beer bottle again, "Yeah. You?"
"Yeah," Caleb answered automatically. Pogue arched and eyebrow and finally looked at him.
"Really?"
The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile as he perched on the stool opposite his best friend, "Really."
The silence between them was awkward, neither knowing how to say their feelings out loud. After a few minutes, Caleb gave in with an explosive sigh. He put both elbows on the table and pushed his hands through his short hair, tousling it more than usual.
"I want to say I'm sorry," He murmured slowly, making sure Pogue heard every word, "But I'm not."
Shivers tripped down his spine. The other teen swallowed roughly, head bent forward slightly, eyes closed. This was what confused him. In all the time he'd known Caleb, not once had he looked at him any more than a friend. His best friend, the guy he'd always relied on, always counted on to have his back. His brother. But now, after seeing what he needed, feeling what Caleb wanted from them... it was hard to see him in the same light. It was hard for his body not to respond to him like it would to Kate.
His voice was coarse when he asked, "What does it feel like?"
The older teen thought for a moment, allowing him the change of subject, "It's like an itch, and no matter how much you scratch it doesn't go away."
"And now?"
"It's still there, I can still feel it. But it's like... like a distant hum, you know? Like static on a radio with the volume turned down." He shook his head and frowned, "The stronger the feeling is, the louder the static, until it’s so loud it drowns everything else out and I'm so hard that it's unbearable. Jerking off barely helps. The only thing that cures it is being with one of you. Or, all of you." He looked up at his friend, "And that's why I'm not sorry about what happened."
Images of Reid and Caleb rutting against each other filled his mind, the sounds of their frantic pleasure echoing through him, blending and contrasting with the small desperate whines pulled from Tyler as the blond went down on him. He hadn't seen much; walking in just when Caleb's fingers drifted along the youngest's strained throat muscles, pressing against his pulse point and drinking him hungrily with his eyes, and then walking back out, retreating downstairs to think.
"I... I'm not either," he said eventually, forcing the words past the lump in his throat.
Caleb watched him carefully, "Really?"
He shook his head, "I'm not sorry. It was, uh, good." The eldest tried hard not to smirk at the pink in his friend's cheeks. "But I need some time with this."
"I know."
"Do you?" Pogue looked up then and Caleb was startled by the intensity of the hazel eyes, "I can't be like Reid and Ty. I can't just go with it like they can. I'm not saying I don't want to help you, because I do. Man, I would do anything for you. But this..." He swallowed, "This changes the way I think, the way I look at things, who I am. And right now, I'm not so comfortable with that."
The words stung, but he tried not to let it show. Caleb understood. He didn't want to pressure them into anything and he knew Pogue needed time to work through some stuff, but at the same time a part of Caleb wanted to ignore the plea outright. A part of him wanted to drag Pogue to bed and show him that there really wasn't anything to work out, that his place was with them and them alone.
"Ok?"
The eldest looked up, suddenly aware that he'd been lost in his own thoughts. He did his best to push away the need to just take him and nodded. Pogue stared at him, eyes narrowing a little, like he was trying to figure something out.
"You know," he said slowly, "For a straight guy who had a girlfriend up until two months ago, you're reacting really freakin' well to the whole 'having sex with guys' thing."
Now it was Caleb who was avoiding Pogue's eyes, squirming and coughing nervously, "Yeah, about that..."
"Fuck you," Pogue laughed, reeling back in shock, "You're not serious."
He shrugged awkwardly, "It's not something that ever came up."
"Dude, all the times we've talked about girls and sex-"
"Oh yeah, right, because telling you I looked at guys the same way I looked at girls would have gone over so well then," Caleb shot back in defence. "Besides, I was never completely sure if I was officially Bi or not, you know? I've never been with a guy before." He paused, "Until tonight."
Pogue laughed again, but the sound was equal parts humour, shock and 'please shoot me'. Caleb watched as he rubbed his eyes and shook his head, and then finished off the last of his beer.
"You sure know how to drop bombs on us, man," he muttered, twisting and hopping down the short way to the floor. Caleb shrugged again, feeling guilt stab at him again, mixed with a healthy dose of fear that Pogue was never going to come around to the idea of the four of them like this. He ruthlessly stomped on it before he could dwell on it any more. The other teen sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I'm gonna head back to the dorms," he said quietly, "You skipping tomorrow?"
"I don't know," he answered truthfully, "I'll try to be there. I know the Provost is getting tetchy about me missing so many classes lately. He'll want a reason, and I can't really tell him it's because I can't be around you guys without wanting to jump you."
Pogue snorted, "Yeah, can you imagine his face?"
The eldest Son smiled; yes, he could imagine and it wasn't pretty. Caleb didn't move from his seat as Pogue navigated the kitchen but he was hyper aware of the other boy's movements, almost like he was attuned to him on another level.
"We're ok, right?"
The question stopped Pogue in his tracks, the fear in Caleb's usually strong voice keeping him in place. If there was anything he didn't like, it was hearing that vulnerability in his brother.
"We're good, Caleb," he replied softly, half turning his head to look at him. Hazel eyes connected with deep brown, "We're good."
The moment was broken by the distant chime of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Caleb nodded once, Pogue answering in kind, and then the biker finally left. He stayed frozen in the same position, listening to clock as it struck the hour. After the eighth chime it stopped, and Caleb moved at long last, sliding forward and bending over until his forehead pressed against the cold polished granite.
When did things get so complicated?
~*~*~*~
When Caleb didn't return, Tyler went looking for him. After he'd recovered from his post orgasmic haze, the eldest had left them to go check on Pogue and Reid had taken advantage of being alone with him. While Caleb had been occupied with keeping Pogue from freaking out too much, Reid had amused himself with trying to make Tyler scream. A hot flush warmed his cheeks at the thought of what he and Reid had done not long ago on the large mahogany desk in the Study. The blond hadn't succeeded, but damn, it had been so close. Tyler absently reached up and brushed the pad of his thumb across his lower lip, feeling the slight soreness there from where his teeth sank down into the flesh. Damn.
Tyler had just got to the top of the stairs when he saw the brother in question at the bottom, making his way up.
"Hey," he said softly, watching him climb the stairs, "How'd it go?"
Caleb sighed, "He's ok; I think he's starting to handle it better. He's just gotta get used to the idea, I guess." He gave Tyler a wan smile and shrugged as he got to the landing, "Where's Reid?"
"Shower," he answered, "Expect him to raid your closet afterwards."
He snorted, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." He eyed him cautiously, "How're you?"
Caleb sighed softly and headed towards his room, Tyler trailing behind him, "I'm ok. It's easier now after..."
The other boy flushed and nodded to the unfinished sentence. He looked more relaxed than they'd seen him in weeks; the muscles in his shoulders and back looser, less strained. Tyler watched him closely as they entered the large bedroom, his mind wandering back over the last few hours. He'd watched his boyfriend dry-hump his brother, one of his best friends come in his pants, and then he'd topped the evening off by letting his boyfriend give him a blowjob in front of said brother. Wow. You really couldn't make this shit up.
Shaking his head at his own thoughts, Tyler watched as Caleb moved around the room. The older boy reached up and back, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head, making his already mused black hair stick up even more. Muscles bunched and flexed under naturally golden skin, the simple cotton t-shirt sliding off his arms into his hands, and then he threw the material carelessly towards the pile of laundry in the corner. A strange kind of heat coasted through him, his skin tingling lightly, settling low down in his core as he watched the oldest member of their group move. It took Tyler a few moments to realize what it was; he'd felt that before, but stronger, more potent, more insistent.
He felt that when he looked at Reid.
It didn't take much for Caleb to notice the shift in the atmosphere. He turned just as Tyler's expression changed from calm and teasing to one of harsh concentration, and he came to a stop by the edge of his bed. Light blue eyes regarded him closely; Tyler didn't seem aware that Caleb had seen him yet.
"Ty?"
His answering hum was automatic, but he hadn't really heard him. His gaze moved from the hollow of his throat to the space between his collar bones, down through his pecs, and over the ridges of his abs. He stopped on his hip bone, eyeing the light and shadow in the dip just as his skin disappeared into his pants. Tyler envisioned himself running his tongue along the ridge, nibbling at the bone gently and sucking at the skin, desperate to know what he tasted like there. He heard echoes of Caleb's wounded moans fill his ears, could almost feel his skin shiver under his hands.
"Ty."
But he wasn't supposed to be having these thoughts about Caleb. These were supposed to be for Reid; his boyfriend. The guy he knew he loved, the guy that knew him inside out, the guy that knew his strengths and weaknesses like the back of his hand. The guy that had been there through everything. So why was he thinking about pushing Caleb to the bed and licking, biting, sucking every available inch of skin on his body?
"Hey."
When Tyler refocused, he realized that Caleb had taken a step towards him, worry evident in his eyes. He swallowed roughly, feet carrying him forward of their own accord and not stopping until he was standing right in front of him. They stared at each other in silence, the younger boy's eyes dropping down to trace the outline of full lips. He went to say something, then hesitated.
"Ty?" Caleb's voice was hushed, falling soft between them. Tyler shivered.
"I..." I want to kiss you, I want to figure out what the hell this is, I want Reid but I want you too and I don't know why, but most of all - right now - I want to kiss you. But trying to put these thoughts into actual words was made difficult by Caleb's body heat radiating from him and his scent wrapping around him. Absently, Tyler shook his head, moved forward that extra inch and brushed his mouth across Caleb's; shy, searching.
Heat blossomed in the Caleb's body, but gone was the urgency of earlier and in its place was a slow burning passion, a sweet ache in his chest. A soft gasp echoed between them, but he wasn't sure if it was his or Tyler's, but it didn't seem to matter to either of them. Caleb closed the barely there distance between their bodies, curled his hand gently around the nape of Tyler's neck, and slowly started to deepen the kiss. The tip of his tongue pressed gently against bruised lips, licking softly until the younger boy let him in, responded in kind, telling him without words that he could take what he needed.
He was aware of how different this was to the last time. When he'd trapped Tyler against the wall two weeks ago, the need for him to get off had been so desperate that for the frantic moments they were rutting against each other, Caleb couldn't think of anything other than reaching his peak. He would have done anything to take the edge off, to just get rid of the itch that had been plaguing him for days on end. But here, standing in the middle of his bedroom with the weight of Tyler against him and his taste on his tongue, he realized that this... bond... was so much more than sexual release. It was friendship and desire and warmth and passion. It was trust and pleasure and fire.
In short, it was love.
And with that realization came another.
Caleb knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wouldn't be able to live without them in his life. He would go through hell and high water to keep them safe, to keep them with him for as long as possible.
Warm, gentle hands drifted up his bare sides, palms flat as they moved round towards his back, and all the while Tyler kept kissing him, letting his tongue play in their shared heat, falling headlong into something he couldn't even name. The Power shifted around them, almost cocooning them and tucking them away from the rest of the world, and Tyler's soft moan was muted by Caleb's mouth as his own Power answered Caleb's call. Shivers crawled over his skin, from top to bottom, and Caleb automatically tightened his arms around his slim waist, pulling him closer to his own body heat.
They didn't go far when they finally parted to breathe, mouths separating by a scant few inches. Tyler ran his tongue over his top lip absently, tasting Caleb there and shivering. The older teen smiled softly, lips drifting closer and evading slowly, and Tyler responded to the tease, trying to follow and make contact.
"Caleb..." His name rolled off his tongue, a breathy sigh of desire that said everything and nothing.
Lips brushed lips again, but he didn't deepen the kiss to anything more. Something told him that they had company; an extra sense that went beyond description and just existed. This sense told him that Tyler was in his arms, that he was right to be there and that he wanted this. But it also told him that Reid was watching them from the doorway, as much confused and scared as he was turned on by watching him make out with his boyfriend.
'I won’t take him from you.' Caleb glanced his way and caught the blond's slight flinch, telling him he'd guessed the reason behind his conflict correctly, 'He loves you.'
There was silence for a few moments before Reid answered quietly, "I know."
Guilt burned in the pit of Tyler's stomach, shame flooding through him hard and fast. He hadn't even thought of Reid while he'd been kissing Caleb. What kind of boyfriend did that make him? Biting his lower lip and taking the twinge of pain as a punishment, he turned his head slowly to meet Reid's level gaze, mentally groping for something so say that wasn't I'm sorry for making out with Caleb and liking it. Sure, they'd kissed before when he was trying to shut him up, but that had been when Reid was there to watch. To approve. To let him.
But the third teenager just shook his head and moved to join them, reaching out and placing a warm hand on the back of Tyler's shoulder.
"It's ok," he said with a small shrug and a comforting smile, "Really."
Caleb brushed a kiss to Tyler's temple and unwound his arms from his waist, stepping back to give them all some breathing space. Tyler mourned the loss of his heat briefly and rubbed his arm to keep away the chill, causing Reid to step closer to him.
"Do you need us to stay?" He asked over Tyler's shoulder, eyeing him carefully to see if he was ok.
"No, I'm fine." He grinned bashfully when both of them gave him a look that clearly said they'd heard that before. "Really, I'm good. It's not as bad as before."
"But it's not gone."
He hesitated before he answered, "No. I can still feel it, but it's nothing I can't handle now." They stared at him for a long few moments before taking his word for it. "You should go. I'll be fine."
The two eventually left, but not without making Caleb promise to call them if he needed anything. He saw them out and snorted when he heard Reid mutter something about being his brother's booty call and how fucked up it all was, but the smirk on his mouth told another story. Given the weirdness of the situation, they could have easily turned around and said they wanted nothing to do with it. But they didn't, and the eldest Son was grateful to have their support in this.
But as he closed the door and made his way back to his room, he couldn't help thinking of Pogue and the look on his face as the Power hit him and sparked his orgasm.
Two down, one to go.
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