Burning Houses

Tyler had barely slept. He was still rubbing the back of his neck and trying to clear his vision when he ambled down the stairs- aimed for the kitchen and the hope of coffee.

All residual sleep was swept from his system when he saw another standing in the kitchen. Maybe Reid had been right in trying to reassure him Caleb wasn’t someone to be afraid of after all. He hadn’t realized himself just how startled he had been. He’d never seen Caleb like that before and the images of the dark haired boy growling and pinning someone as strong as Pogue simply would not fade from his memory. He found himself taking a step back, in the hopes of retreating before being noticed.

“Ty.”

Fail.

Caleb hadn’t looked up from the bowl of eggs he was currently scrambling. “Would you get the bread for me?”

Tyler felt like a rabbit that had stumbled upon a wolf. His stomach felt heavy as he walked into the kitchen, trying to keep an eye on his eldest brother while opening the pantry. Unfortunately it seemed that the more he watched the other, the more he thought about the day before and what he had seen. His face felt warm and his throat dry. His hands were shaking when he pulled the loaf from the shelf and turned around. His breath sucked in in surprise and the package of bread fell onto the floor with a soft thud. Caleb was suddenly standing in front of him, those dark brown eyes boring down on his with all of their usual intensity.

Tyler swallowed and was about to reach down to retrieve the bread when one of Caleb’s hands caught his wrist, holding him in place. It was a sudden grip but nothing other than gentle. It was the Caleb he had always known. Firm but kind.

The older boy looked down at the youngest’s hand. Caleb sighed heavily as it trembled before his eyes. He suddenly wished that Pogue had been the one on top yesterday- at least then it would have been the blond and not himself that Tyler was now afraid of. “Baby Boy.” Caleb whispered, taking a step forward and frowning when the boy stepped back, backing himself into he counters. Caleb had followed, pinning him there with the press of his hips, drawing a soft gasp from Tyler though his eyes fluttered with panic that only made him feel worse. They were brother’s, all of them, and lovers. He never wanted any of them to be afraid of him.

“What you saw yesterday-“

“I didn’t see anything.” Tyler lied quickly.

Caleb smirked and raised an eyebrow. He could feel the boy’s pulse through his wrist, could hear it hammering wildly. “Ty. I want to talk about it.”

Tyler flushed as he thought about the mirror, their sounds, the way Caleb had pressed Pogue to the wall and take his victorious tongue to the other man’s spine. He squeezed his eyes shut but it only made the memory more vivid.

Caleb sighed and was about to back up until he felt the other boy’s sex grow hard between their meshed hips. His eyes sharpened as he studied Tyler’s face, trying desperately to read the truth there. “Did it turn you on?” He asked quietly, his voice a husky murmur.

“No!” Tyler flustered, his eyes opening and his hips squirming against Caleb’s, haplessly rubbing the evidence of his lie against the other. “I mean… I don’t know.”

Caleb tried not to smile in relief, his hand releasing the wrist it had captured in order to caress Tyler’s side. He dipped his head and brushed their lips together. When the youngest didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss. Happiness washed through him when Tyler opened his mouth and moaned, letting Caleb’s tongue slide in. He’d always wanted to spend more time with Tyler as a lover- almost as much as he knew Pogue did- but they had boy been reluctant to push, afraid of taking too much from the youngest too soon.

When Tyler’s hips bucked against his, Caleb smiled and broke their kiss. Before the shorter boy could whine a question or complaint, the eldest had knelt down in front of him. His fingers hooked into the top of Tyler’s pajama pants, tugging them down until his erection stood free.

Tyler gasped, suddenly looking around the open kitchen and livingroom anxiously. “Caleb…maybe..” He groaned and felt his vision double when that hot mouth wrapped around his dick. A hand gripped his hip, holding him up and against the counter as that head moved back and forth, sucking loudly.

Tyler pressed a hand over his own mouth, fingers digging into his face as he struggled not to cry out. He would never have imagined Caleb blowing anyone let alone him. Normally Tyler was the one on his knees- though Reid wasn’t opposed to giving back.

He tried to move his hips, to rock into that wet heat, but Caleb’s hand kept him pinned.

“Please… Please…” Tyler gasped through his fingers before moving his hand to slid down his neck, dragging nails and saliva on its path. “I’m gonna…” He tried to warn between mewls. Caleb sucked harder and finally Tyler burst, his body bowing to arch over the counter, his head hitting the top cupboards with a stiff thud.

Caleb swallowed and licked the boy clean, realizing that if he let go of his hips now he would probably come toppling down on him. Standing, he pulled Tyler’s pants up and then lifted the boy to set him down ontop of the counter. His legs spread to be on either side of Caleb’s waist. He was panting and gasping softly, leaning naturally against the strong chest in front of him, his fingers curling and uncurling in his shirt like a cat.

Smiling, Caleb slid his hands down Tyler’s back until they rested against counter and ass. He pulled him forward until their hips met again, Tyler’s legs spread further. “Want to go upstairs?” The eldest suggested with a playful smirk that bordered on dangerous.

Tyler tensed. His mind screamed to say yes and his body was in full agreement, but his heart throbbed- pulling the corners of his lips down. “I’m sorry.” He whispered defeatedly.

Caleb drew back enough to look at the youngest, hand reaching up to stroke the side of his neck. “You’re still afraid? It wouldn’t be like you saw… I wouldn’t-”

“No.” Tyler shook his head quickly and smiled a little. “It’s not that. It’s just..”

When his words fell off into silence, a burdened sigh, and then a blush, Caleb realized what had stopped him. He smirked. “Still holding out?”

Tyler sighed. “I guess.”

“What are you waiting for?” He asked in calm seriousness, as though it weren’t a joke but an honest question born from real curiosity.

“I was..” He shifted uncomfortably, but in their current position he had nowhere to escape to. “saving it.” He admitted and cringed at the lameness of it.

Caleb nodded. “For what?”

Tyler squirmed on the counter, looking around the kitchen anxiously. He’d never been a good liar but at least he could usually ignore the questions. It was almost impossible to ignore a question by Caleb.

“Baby Boy?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Tell me.”

Tyler cringed as he felt the truth boiling up inside himself. “I wanted my first time to be with the same person that was my first kiss.” He stared off to the side. “I don’t know why. I just always thought it would be him. And now that I know it won’t be… I guess I don’t know how to change my mind.”

Caleb was about to say something when they heard Pogue and Reid bantering as they came down the stairs. Caleb gave Tyler a reassuring smile before returning to his bowl of scrambled eggs- letting the boy jump down from the counter just as the others walked into the kitchen.

“Where’s the coffee, Cay?” Reid instantly complained.

“Make it yourself.” Caleb retorted as he put a pan on the stove.

“Eggs?” Pogue smiled as he rounded his friend, peeking at the food.

Tyler had picked up the bread from the floor and set it on the counter.

“French toast.” Caleb corrected.

Reid whistled happily before grabbing Tyler by the arm- tugging him out of the kitchen and toward the livingroom. “Tell us when it’s ready!”

Pogue watched the two go, leaning his back to the counters beside Caleb as they drifted into the space of couches, sitting in front of the television. Reid put a game controller in the other boy’s hands before taking one for himself and plopping down next to him. It was mornings like this when it was hard for Pogue to think that they had aged at all. 12 or 20, they were still boys playing games.

“Everything okay with Tyler?” Pogue asked casually as Caleb started cooking.

He shrugged. “Turns out he liked what he saw.”

Pogue reached back to hold onto the counter, wondering if his knees would give out. “He said that?”

Another shrug. “I talked to him about it. He got hard.”

His knees really did wobble then. Caleb saved his bluntness for his bestfriend- probably as some form of revenge for Pogue’s own usually tactless answers. “And?”

Caleb flipped one of the toasts in the pan. “I blew him.”

Pogue’s attention snapped to the man at his side. Caleb almost never blew anyone- certainly not anyone that couldn’t at least pretend to force him to his knees. Pogue had been lucky enough to play that roll one a handful of occasions. He saw color creep into Caleb’s cheeks under the questioning stare- his eyes fixed on the bread in the pan. “I didn’t want him to be afraid of me.” He murmured as matter-of-factly as possible.

Before Pogue could think better of it, he had reached out and turned the other to face him- lips molding to lips and tongue forcing its way in. Caleb tensed but gave in quickly, parting his lips to the tongue that greedily swept over every inch of his mouth. When Pogue pulled away his eyes were closed, his tongue stroking his own lips as he tasted the hint of something organic and not Caleb.

The eldest sighed and returned his attention to the toast. “If you want him that bad you should make a move.”

He sighed and leaned back against the counters, staring across the large room at the livingroom and the boys in it. “You know how Ty is… always trying to make everyone else happy. He might not say no if he’s not interested… he might just let me.” Pogue’s words were quiet, horribly over thought and ending in a pang of desire.

Caleb laughed lightly. “I don’t know. He shot me down pretty easy.”

Pogue raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother. The only people he ever really felt possessive of were his brothers and the only people that couldn’t make him jealous were them as well. No matter how much he wanted Tyler, it wouldn’t have hurt him to know that Caleb or Reid had been his first. In fact, he’d been waiting quite patiently for Reid to finally get through. “He said no to you?”

Caleb nodded. “He’s waiting.” He smiled and there was a hint of something hopeful there, like a daydream that hid in the corner of his eyes. “He wants it to be the same person he gave his first kiss too.” It was romantic and naïve. It was Tyler.

Pogue turned his head to look across the room again, at the boys in front of the television. His first kiss. He remembered the first time he’d kissed Tyler. The boy was about to turn thirteen and scared of getting his first hint of power. He had found him crying in one of the parlors, picked him up, straightened him up, told him that it would be okay because they would always be there for each other, and then kissed him. It had been nothing but chaste but still Tyler had blushed a bright red and bit his lower lip after to keep from smiling.

He shook his head. It couldn’t have been his first. He was thirteen.

“Hey!” Reid called back across the room, jarring him from his thoughts. “Are you guys still in for that new club tonight? If it sucks we can skip out and find a bar, maybe one with pool tables!”

Caleb snorted and smiled. “Yeah, sure.” He called back.

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