Through the Shadow of the Evening Sun
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1 through F › Covenant, The
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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4
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Burn
He tries to forget.
Forget the feel of Caleb’s mouth over his own, forget the taste of him.
But every time he licks over his lips, he imagines he can taste him there, feel the scrape of sharp teeth and the slick slide of his tongue. Every time he sees Caleb, they burn.
Tries to forget the feel of those hands pressing him down, gripping tight as they pinned him to the bed, but the dark bruises like bracelets around the pale skin of his wrists hadn’t faded for days, making it hard to pretend it hadn’t happened. Even a week after that night, he found himself running his thumbs over where their path used to be. Every glance Caleb’s way making them ache.
He could have gotten rid of them, should have, since it had been a pain in the ass to hide them.
But he hadn’t and he doesn't know why.
He doesn’t understand this preoccupation he’s having over that night. It’s not like he’d never been kissed, never felt desire or need, that ache in his body at the feel of someone else’s touch.
Keeps thinking that maybe it’s just the shock of it, the unexpectedness of what had happened, that’s making it so hard to just put it out of his mind. Maybe it’s the fact it was one of his brothers and his body was confused because of the bond they shared that was making this into more than it really was.
But out of the four of them, he and Caleb are the ones who least have a bond. Sure, he cares about him but he hardly likes him. Caleb is arrogant and domineering, always so sure he knows best for everyone around him.
And Tyler isn’t stupid, he knows what the other boy sees him as, when he thinks of him at all. The youngest, the weakest, the follower. Always backing up Reid no matter what. The one most easily controlled.
Most often, he feels invisible to the older boy, as if he isn’t quite important enough to see.
And yet..
Tyler shivers, hunching his shoulders slightly as he tries to focus on the board and the notes he is supposed to be writing. Fails. Unable to keep from glancing up and over, to where the two older boys sat.
Catching those dark eyes before Caleb glances away again, a small frown between his brows. Tyler frowns too, dropping his eyes back to his notes though the jumble of letters make no sense to him at all.
And yet… he can’t break the feeling that Caleb is, for maybe the first time, trying to see him.
Leaving him wondering if maybe he isn’t the only one who can’t forget, the only one who wakes up hard and aching, reaching for something that just isn’t there, is never there. The only one who still has the taste of something he shouldn’t want forever stuck in his mind.
Glances up again, unable to stop himself, and is caught in the older boy’s eyes for a long, lingering moment.
Tip of his tongue sliding along his lips as they burn.
Forget the feel of Caleb’s mouth over his own, forget the taste of him.
But every time he licks over his lips, he imagines he can taste him there, feel the scrape of sharp teeth and the slick slide of his tongue. Every time he sees Caleb, they burn.
Tries to forget the feel of those hands pressing him down, gripping tight as they pinned him to the bed, but the dark bruises like bracelets around the pale skin of his wrists hadn’t faded for days, making it hard to pretend it hadn’t happened. Even a week after that night, he found himself running his thumbs over where their path used to be. Every glance Caleb’s way making them ache.
He could have gotten rid of them, should have, since it had been a pain in the ass to hide them.
But he hadn’t and he doesn't know why.
He doesn’t understand this preoccupation he’s having over that night. It’s not like he’d never been kissed, never felt desire or need, that ache in his body at the feel of someone else’s touch.
Keeps thinking that maybe it’s just the shock of it, the unexpectedness of what had happened, that’s making it so hard to just put it out of his mind. Maybe it’s the fact it was one of his brothers and his body was confused because of the bond they shared that was making this into more than it really was.
But out of the four of them, he and Caleb are the ones who least have a bond. Sure, he cares about him but he hardly likes him. Caleb is arrogant and domineering, always so sure he knows best for everyone around him.
And Tyler isn’t stupid, he knows what the other boy sees him as, when he thinks of him at all. The youngest, the weakest, the follower. Always backing up Reid no matter what. The one most easily controlled.
Most often, he feels invisible to the older boy, as if he isn’t quite important enough to see.
And yet..
Tyler shivers, hunching his shoulders slightly as he tries to focus on the board and the notes he is supposed to be writing. Fails. Unable to keep from glancing up and over, to where the two older boys sat.
Catching those dark eyes before Caleb glances away again, a small frown between his brows. Tyler frowns too, dropping his eyes back to his notes though the jumble of letters make no sense to him at all.
And yet… he can’t break the feeling that Caleb is, for maybe the first time, trying to see him.
Leaving him wondering if maybe he isn’t the only one who can’t forget, the only one who wakes up hard and aching, reaching for something that just isn’t there, is never there. The only one who still has the taste of something he shouldn’t want forever stuck in his mind.
Glances up again, unable to stop himself, and is caught in the older boy’s eyes for a long, lingering moment.
Tip of his tongue sliding along his lips as they burn.