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Four-Wheel Drive (Tyler and Reid)

Tyler wondered how Reid knew. His mischievous blond friend had not been spying on him, surely – had he? Then again, there was the Power, and Reid could have had done anything with the Power. Tyler smiled inwardly, the thought of Reid spying on him sending an unexpected warm sensation down his spine.

The bitter cold surged round him as he strutted out of Nicky's alone. Tyler sighed; he had always been sensitive to the slightest of cold draughts. Maybe that was why he regularly borrowed Reid's cardigan. In fact he was even wearing it right now – Reid's favourite cardigan, and his favourite too, though it was not his. The cardigan was the darkest of navy-blues on the outside, but the inner layer was a dark shade of red. It exuded style and spunk, and it was a cool cardigan, and Reid was indeed a self-professed cool person.

But more importantly to Tyler, Reid's navy-blue cardigan was warm, much warmer than his own green one. Reid's cardigan was the insulator of wind and sleet and any weather which had the slightest threat of being a little colder than usual. Tyler loved the warmth each time he wore it. In fact, he probably loved it more than Reid did.

Reid . . . where was he now? Ah, there he was, leaning nonchalantly against Tyler's polished Hummer in that sleek way of his which gave the impression of casually lounging against the vehicle.

Reid yawned and smiled as Tyler approached. The autumn was cold indeed.

"Here you go," said Reid, tossing Tyler's car keys to him. "You'll need to fill this baby up, I took her for quite a ride out to town."

Tyler sighed. "Next time, use your own car, creep," he replied wearily, knowing that Reid would never use his own car, that Reid adored the four-wheel drive too much.

"Let's go play pool, okay?" offered Reid, nudging his head towards Nicky's.

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "I just got out." But his words were lost in the cold autumn winds as Reid grabbed him by the shoulders and hustled him into Nicky's.

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Finally. Finally. Finally, the insufferable Reid got bored of billiards. After two hours of non-stop playing. Tyler raised his eyes to the late afternoon sky. Thank God for ending the most boring game of pool in my life. Nicky's had been near empty, and it had only been Reid and Tyler at the billiard table. But the mere lack of players would never staunch Reid's love for billiards, and Tyler had to endure a two-hour game of billiards with Reid, who seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. As if he did not see my pointed yawing throughout the game, thought Tyler coldly.

"You cold, Tyler?" Reid said, noticing Tyler shiver slightly as they headed towards Tyler's Hummer.

Tyler rolled his eyes. "No, just bored," he answered pointedly. But it was cold indeed, and Tyler shivered more than once, despite the warmth of Reid's cardigan.

Reid smiled lopsidedly. "That's my favourite cardigan you're wearing, and you still find it cold? Sheesh. You wear practically all my sweatshirts and you're never warm." Tyler ignored him, it was too cold to answer, and Reid ruffled a disgruntled Tyler's hair.

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Perhaps it was all just psychological, but Tyler loved wearing Reid's clothing for another reason – he felt Reid. Wearing Reid's sweatshirts or putting on Reid's favourite navy-blue-and-red cardigan when he felt the cold sent warm shivers down his spine each time. He smelt Reid's familiar smell of beer and cologne each time he put on something of Reid's, and took comfort in the wonderful smell that was Reid. Perhaps, just perhaps, when he wore Reid's clothing, Reid's bottomless reserves of style and suaveness and mischief and confidence, would 'rub off' on him and made him just that little bit less shy. In fact, he clearly remembered spontaneously asking a beautiful girl out on a date, and he was wearing Reid's cardigan then, and his subconscious mind had prompted him: Go on, ask her, do what Reid would do, you're the confident blond now, how does Reid do it anyway? And the girl had said yes.

And now Tyler was driving the both of them back to the dormitories, and he was expecting Reid to ask the same old question, and steeled himself – he was not going to give in now.

"Let me drive?"

Tyler cast a sideways smile at Reid. "I'm already driving," he said tersely.

Reid had a playful smile about his lips, but what was even scarier was the flashing look that now dominated the bright blue recesses of the blonde's eyes. Reid eyes said: You know but I shall end up driving, you know it oh so well.

'Just leave off me and let me drive my car for once," Tyler repeated, although Reid had not uttered a word, and for good measure, Tyler stepped on the accelerator a little harder. They were speeding now.

He had certainly not expected Reid to do it. Tyler's foot on the accelerator faltered as he felt wet lips kissing and caressing his neck. No, Reid was not doing this, he couldn't.

"Let me drive," Reid mumbled in between his kisses and bites. Tyler was currently in heaven, at least, his neck was. Tyler let one hand off the steering wheel to push Reid off half-heartedly, and the Hummer veered precariously to the left. Reid was not to be defeated; the blond pulled Tyler's face to meet his, and Tyler abandoned road safety for Reid's irresistible kiss.

And the Hummer skidded uncontrollably.

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Phew. That was my first attempt at this slash-ey stuff. I owe my inspiration to all Reid/Tyler shippers, especially Kos-Mos607 and her laugh-out-loud Covenant lists! This is your fault, LoL. Hope you enjoyed this and may I take this opportunity to ask Kos-Mos607 to update her hilarious lists.