Assured

Title: Assured
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: All things The Covenant belong to Sony Pictures, et al.
Warnings: SLASH
Pairing: Caleb/Tyler
Summary: Sometimes being the oldest means that you provide reassurance to the youngest.
Notes: Yes, E, I know that this means that I have to write Reid/Pogue now. *wicked smirk*
Notes2: This is the first purely slash fic I have written in, oh, years. Hope it doesn’t disappoint. So, ya know, if you like it and want me to write more slash in the future - now's a good time to tell me. :P

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He knew what was going to happen before the door had even finished shutting. With only a word of greeting, Caleb led Tyler upstairs to his bedroom. If he was here without Reid, then that meant one thing and one thing only. That was just how it was at this stage of their friendship…relationship… whatever this fucked up thing between them was.

Between all of them.

Tyler’s mouth was on his when he turned to him, soft lips pressing hard against his mouth. He begged entrance with one swipe of his tongue across Caleb’s lower lip and Caleb felt lost as he opened, allowing it to slide between his lips. The kiss was hard, demanding – everything that Tyler never was when they were all out together. Caleb’s eyes fluttered shut and he tried very hard not to think about the fact that Sarah thought they were together and that meant that he shouldn’t be doing this, of all things. Tried very hard not to think about his mother getting drunk downstairs and whether or not she knew that the Sons had always been so much closer than just ‘like brothers’.

Caleb put a hand on Tyler’s hip, holding him steady even as his other hand wandered along the other man’s back, across muscles that were bunched up tight under a t-shirt that was too thin to protect him adequately in the cooling fall air.

Tyler pulled back suddenly, away from Caleb’s mouth but not the hand on his hip. He glared angrily, but there was worry behind it. Caleb braced himself for whatever recrimination was about to come, knowing that in the end it wouldn’t change the outcome of what would come after. “You fought him.”

“He fought me,” Caleb argued, knowing without asking that it was the scene earlier that night at Niki’s that had Tyler all up in arms.

“Still –“

Caleb sighed and shook his head. “I’m just worried about him. I don’t want to fight with you, too.”

He moved before Tyler could think up another reason why what he’d done was wrong. Why putting Reid in his place wasn’t for Reid’s own good, when really they both knew it was. Tyler and Reid were just close, he told himself as he pressed his mouth once more to the younger man’s, wrapping a fist in Tyler’s shirt and holding him still, not letting him go.

Only did it to protect him. To warn him, Caleb hoped his actions said. Not mad at you. Nothing’s changed.

Because Tyler needed that kind of reassurance, needed to know that their little group wasn’t about to fall down around them or go up in flames. He needed to know that they were all still close.

They would always be close, Caleb told him with his mouth without ever saying a word. Their tongues twined together and Caleb could taste the sweetness of soda lingering on Tyler’s tongue, grabbed from a drive through on the drive over, if he had to guess. Underneath of that was Tyler – still sweet, a little salty. A warm taste that was so much like home that Caleb knew he’d lose himself in it if he wasn’t careful. This already felt too much like something he shouldn’t be doing, especially with Tyler.

But underneath the wrong was that inexplicable feeling of right, and he didn’t stop, didn’t let up that desperate kissing; a part of him wondering if maybe he needed this just as much as Tyler did. He grabbed Tyler’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down before letting go again, hearing the soft hiss of pleasure-mixed-pain that escaped from Tyler’s mouth before he could stop it. Caleb smirked against Tyler’s mouth and resumed the mutually desperate exploration of their mouths.

He wasn’t sure at what point he lost his shirt, just that Tyler had Used to get it off of his body without ever breaking the kiss. Caleb tried to care, to summon up the energy to dish out a lecture on Using and how it could lead to addiction, but right at that moment all he cared about was the addictive nature of Tyler’s lips and the way that Tyler was touching his chest, softly and reverently. The Using was just another part of any of them getting together like this – so much easier to progress from one stage to another when there wasn’t the need to stop for any reason. He couldn’t fault Tyler for something that he himself would no doubt.

Oh, fuck it, Caleb thought; power bursting through him as he willed away not only Tyler’s shirt, but also his jeans. He flexed his hand on Tyler’s hip, fingers pressing into newly bared flesh. It was all that he could do to hold back and not grind against Tyler, force things to escalate to the next level. So tempting when he could feel Tyler right there, pressing against his still-clad pelvis. With hardly a thought to the long-term consequences, he willed away his own pants.

Tyler’s hand between them tugged roughly at one nipple and Caleb tore his mouth away, groaning. He tilted his head back, half in pleasure, half in invitation, and Tyler didn’t disappoint. Firm lips pressed against his neck, kissing then suckling; drawing the skin between them before giving it a light nip to move onto the next spot. Caleb shivered, holding Tyler to his body. They were both hard and the press of their lengths between them was almost enough to send him flying over the edge.

Too long, he thought. Far too fucking long since he’d been with any of the Sons. Pogue had been trying so hard to be faithful to Kate and Caleb was going to be damned if he screwed that up for him. And it wasn’t like him and Reid usually got along well enough to make it this far without the aid of large amounts of alcohol. And Tyler only came around when he was looking for comfort, needing reassurance.

Caleb bit his lip, stifling a moan in his mouth when Tyler moved his hips in a slow circle, the action bringing their bodies into a slow, torturous contact. When he moved to do it again, Caleb stopped him with a firm grip on his hip, holding them steady and pressed against one another. Somehow they’d both slipped from their boxers and now it was just hard flesh against hard flesh, aching and throbbing. Caleb pressed his lips again to Tyler’s, swallowing the other man’s moans when he reached between them and grasped their cocks together with one hand, gently but firmly rubbing them up and down, together.

Tyler pulled away, breathing hard. His eyes were black and glassy, control gone out the window. His tongue came out to lick a slow line over his lower lip and Caleb ducked in for another kiss, his grip tightening on their cocks enough to make even himself gasp this time, when he started stroking. Up was down and down was up and it felt so, so good. Sarah wouldn’t understand if she ever found out, so he’d make sure she never did. What was one more secret when there were already so many of them? He had no delusions that they would be together forever. She wasn’t his soul mate. There was no such thing. Or, if there was, it was the bond that the Sons had with one another.

This time it was Caleb that broke the kiss, tearing his head away to lean his forehead on Tyler’s shoulder, his face pressed into Tyler’s neck. This would be over all too soon, he could already feel the orgasm building up, tightening his body with its impending climax. He breathed in deep, taking the slightly musky-spicy scent of Tyler’s skin into him.

Tyler’s hands convulsed on his shoulders, once and then again, fingernails digging into skin, a low groan that was almost a growl rising from his lips. Close, so close, that sound said; because this was still a regular enough even that Caleb knew all of his signals, knew when he was about to let go.

“Come on, baby boy,” he whispered shakily, hardly able to stand as pleasure began to ripple through his body. His hand whipped up and down their mutual lengths, hard and demanding now, all pretense for making this last gone. He could feel the blood pulsing under the skin with every stroke, a fullness that was demanding cessation.

Tyler came with a gasp and a moan, his hands clutching tight enough to bruise. It was the feel of Tyler jerking in his hand, coating his stomach with his release, that finally drove Caleb over the edge. He groaned and slowed his hand, his body shuddering with the soul-searing burn of his orgasm. His knees were weak. When the heart-pounding rush of the orgasm faded until all he was left with was a sweat-slicked body and a sticky hand, Caleb’s mouth twitched with the knowledge that they were both leaning on one another – holding each other up. He released his grip between them, bringing his cum-coated hand out to wipe on a towel that he willed from across the room. What was one more Use tonight, after all?

“All right now?” he asked quietly.

Tyler nodded, shrugged, and sat down on the foot of Caleb’s bed. If he wasn’t rushing off, that was fine. But –

“Reid’s gonna pout over this.”

Because, as close as they all were – Reid didn’t really like sharing his toys. And Tyler was definitely his. He held no illusions that Tyler just wouldn’t tell Reid. That wasn’t how their little dynamic worked.

Tyler’s mouth crooked up in a half-smile. “I know.”

Caleb rolled his eyes. This was going to make things interesting until Reid got back at Tyler for this slight indiscretion, that was for sure.

END