If love's a form of suicide… then call me suicidal…

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Chapter Two

Nicky's

Caleb nudged Pogue in the stomach when he looked up from his fries and coke to see Tyler walk through the door of Nicky's. Not even a second later, Reid walked in, his arms around the waist of the busty girl from class. Tyler looked sick to his stomach, but he had a smile on his face as if he were the happiest person in the world. Caleb mentally groaned; Tyler had obviously agreed to drive the blonde and his date over here. Honestly, Reid needed to ride in his own damn car.

Pogue looked to Caleb and made the motion of gagging, making said brown-eyed boy laugh. It was a warm, deep sound; something that would have been sexy had Pogue been interested in his incredibly gorgeous friend… which he wasn't by the way… Not at all…

"Hey guys!" Reid exclaimed happily, taking a seat next to Pogue, pulling his 'friend' down in his lap. "Have you met Candy?" he asked then, stealing one of Caleb's fries.

"Candy?" Caleb asked, trying hard not to show his disgust. He shot a glance to Pogue.

"Sounds like a stripper name to me," Pogue said his face completely straight. Candy looked offended, her heavily painted face twisting into a pout; Tyler laughed, his first real seeming act of any kind of happiness in a while.

Reid, strangely, felt his heart skip a beat. He had heard Tyler's laugh before… He'd always thought it was pleasant. It was always light and airy, a laugh that could easily lighten any room… It was different somehow now though… It sounded musical, like the most beautiful instrument playing an even more beautiful tune. It was still light and airy, but it seemed… What could describe it…? It was so… so… He could find no words…

What was wrong with him?

Tyler took his seat next to Caleb, across from Reid and Candy. He'd thought the girl's name sounded like a stripper too, not that he would have said something. Reid was dating her so she couldn't be all bad. Then again… she looked as if at any moment she'd be ready to return to her job of walking around street corners or down some dark alleyways… She looked even more like a prostitute than an actual prostitute did. That thought brought another laugh from Tyler's chest. It felt good to laugh again.

"Well," Reid said, standing up causing a still pouting Candy to stand too, "I need a drink. Tyler?" he asked, glancing at the boy.

"Umm…" Tyler said, "Coke?" He answered as if not sure.

Reid nodded, finally turning to his date. "Candy?"

She looked pissed at being second on Reid's list of priorities. Had he actually chosen to ask his friend what he wanted to drink before he asked her? How dare he… "Diet Coke," she said, almost bitterly. She glared muddy brown eyes at the smallest Son of Ipswich as Reid nodded his head and left. Tyler wasn't the nicest looking one of the four. Sure, he was cute… but he wasn't that cute in her opinion. All of her girlfriends thought he was adorable, and definitely gay. They thought there was no way a boy as pretty as him could ever be with a girl. They even had bets going on when he would finally come out. They were also already planning to help him find the perfect guy… Ew… Why would they even talk to him if he was gay? Ew…

"So Mandy," the long-haired Son started, taking a sip of his coke. He heard Tyler snicker from across the table.

"It's Candy," the girl corrected, while once again glaring at the youngest Son with her muddy brown eyes.

"Oh… Yeah… So Pandy," he started again, fighting off a smile as she looked at him with daggers in her eyes; he relished in the fact that she obviously hated him now… good, "How are you this lovely evening?" he asked. He didn't normally make fun of Reid's dates, normally he didn't even talk to them, but this Candy… she seemed like bad news… Plus, he'd been serious when he said her name sounded like a stripper name. He felt like at any moment she would rip her shirt off and start taking money from the idiots whom would no doubt through it at her. Her heavy eye make-up and ruby red lips just screamed, "Do me! I'm a slut!"

"It's been great!" the girl exclaimed, basically pouring honey from her lips. "Reid is such a cutie! I absolutely can't wait to spend more time with him!" She looked around as if expecting her words to make him magically appear. How long did it honestly take to get three drinks!? She didn't have all night… Well, maybe if Reid could keep her occupied…

Tyler wanted to throw up at the lusty look that Candy suddenly got in her eyes. All the girls Reid dated were the same way. They only wanted him for the sex that they thought they would have with just because they dated him…Okay… That may have been true, but he wasn't really a whore like they always joked around he was. He was looking for someone to spend time with, he just wasn't going about it the right way. He needed someone who wasn't in it for the physical pleasure, but for the emotional as well. Reid loved a bunch of people with his body, but never with his heart. Tyler thought, that while it would feel wonderful to have Reid's strong pale arms around him as they made love, it would feel even more wonderful to have Reid's heart… Something he would always cherish…

Tyler looked at the girl. She was watching Reid as he waited at the bar for their drinks. The lust in her eyes only seemed to grow. "He doesn't sleep with everyone he dates you know," he said, surprising Caleb, Pogue, and himself. He never talked to anyone Reid dated unless they talked to him. Few of them ever did; they all hated how close he was to their 'precious' blonde. Candy seemed to hate it the most as her eyes spat fire.

For some reason, that statement set her off. "You're just jealous he's with me and not you," she growled out, "You nasty. Little. Fag," she finished, adding a cruel emphasis to each word.

Caleb had never felt such an absolute loathing and murderous intent towards anyone… ever. He swore that if this detestable… thing… died a thousand different deaths every day for the rest of her worthless life, it would be nowhere near enough to satisfy the rage he felt for her. By the look on Pogue's face, it looked to be a thousand and one. The look on Tyler's face… Well, it even had the disgusting excuse for a person regretting her words… His beautiful emerald green eyes, which had always been bright and somewhat happy, even recently, looked now like they had been shattered. The pain in his eyes… even it felt her heart ache for him…

She looked as if she wanted to cut her own tongue out. How could her angry words cut so deep into his eyes? It was like she had taken the green jewels and hit them with ten ton hammers… causing the beautiful green to fly everywhere in tiny little pieces…

"Whoa," Reid exclaimed, setting three drinks down on the table, "What did I miss?" He shot a glance at Candy, who looked like she had just swallowed a mouthful of broken glass. Then, his eyes traveled to Caleb and Pogue who were glaring at the girl with such hate that he swore he could almost see flying towards her… If looks could kill, there would have been nothing left of his date. Finally, his blue eyes landed on Tyler, who was staring at the floor. He couldn't see his face so he didn't know how he felt. "Come on guys, what happened?" he asked anxiously.

Caleb opened his mouth to let slip a few obscenities for it and to explain to Reid that if he didn't get it out of his sight, she would die… slowly and painfully, and he would enjoy every second of her agony, but Tyler spoke first.

"Nothing happened," he told Reid, his eyes somehow finding a broom to sweep the broken pieces back together. He smiled and reached for a glass of coke. Taking a sip, he said, "Thanks. That hit the spot."

Candy thought her heart would stop when Tyler lied to Reid. He could have told Reid what she had said and Reid would have quickly abandoned her. He would have cursed her and wished for her death as Caleb and Pogue were doing. (Yes, she could feel their need for her to bleed.) Why was Tyler not saying anything? In fact, she felt no death glare from him, no anger towards her… And she had hurt him…?

Reid looked at Tyler doubtfully. Was it just him or did his friend's green eyes look duller, not as bright? "You're welcome," he replied slowly, still watching his friend. What had happened?

"Reid," Candy said, he looked at her, "My mom called while you were gone. I really need to get home…" she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Okay," he said, "sure… need a ride?"

She thought about it… but they had ridden here with Tyler. She hated the boy but still she felt as if she shouldn't be near him… like he was far too good for her. "No," she replied, "My mom was on her way." With that, she stood and left without a goodbye.

'Good riddance,' Pogue thought. He was barely restraining himself from following the stupid girl and running her over a few times with Caleb's silver BMW… or maybe Tyler's Hummer… yeah… the big black Hummer would crush her beneath its huge weight and gigantic tires. She had better be glad that they were in a public place or else she would never defile the air with the toxic waste that spewed from her mouth again.

Caleb watched Tyler as if he were waiting for the boy to explode. That had been an evil and horrendous thing for it to say, no matter who she was talking to… but the fact that she had said it to Tyler, to BabyBoy… No… There was no way she would be walking if there weren't so many people around… "Tyler," Caleb asked, drawing his friend's attention from his coke glass, "Would you like to play pool with me?"

Tyler nodded, happily taking any excuse to be away from Reid. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, as if at any moment he would black out from the lack of air to his lungs. Caleb led him to a pool table and used his power to shoo the other players away.

"Are you okay Tyler?" Caleb asked, setting the balls up into the triangle that would shape them. He watched as Tyler looked for a cue stick and grabbed the one he regularly used.

"I'm fine," Tyler replied, drinking from his cup again. He made a slight face as the liquid went down his throat.

"What are you drinking?" the oldest Son asked suspiciously, removing the triangle and grabbing his own cue stick.

"Coke," Tyler replied quickly, taking another sip, this time more like a gulp. Caleb came to him and grabbed the drink from his hand. "Hey!" Tyler exclaimed, reaching for his cup.

"This isn't coke," Caleb said, angry this time. He hadn't smelled a trace of coke in the cup, yet he could smell the nose tingling sensation of some hard liquor just fine.

Tyler grabbed his 'coke' back and gulped the rest down before Caleb could say another word. He walked around the pool table, away from his older friend, and used his powers to fill the cup up again. He took a big sip and felt slightly refreshed at the burning as the liquid scorched down his throat. He saw Caleb come towards him to take his drink again so he quickly gulped it down again, hiccupping when he was done.

"Tyler, you shouldn't drink this stuff," the oldest Son said, his tone commanding. "I know what it does to people," he said quietly, reminding Tyler of who his mother was, and how lucky Tyler was that he had never had to deal with a drunk as his mother.

The young green-eyed boy at least looked ashamed, but he filled his cup up again. "I know Caleb," he said, gulping down another glass of burning fluid, "but it's numbing my mind… my heart…" He looked at his oldest friend pleadingly, "Please don't take it away… It hurts," he finished, rubbing his chest slightly, right above his heart.

Caleb couldn't say no to Tyler, not when he looked like he would break down at any moment. Plus, Tyler could do anything with his eyes, whether he knew it or not. His eyes didn't have to be pitch black to put people under their spell… they did just fine emerald green… "Okay BabyBoy," he said, knowing he would regret this later, "But you better not say one word tomorrow when you have the hangover from Hell… And don't you tell a damn soul."

Tyler smiled brightly, his eyes flashing to fill his cup up again. "Sure thing," he agreed, "not a soul." He sat his cup down and lined the white ball and his cue stick to start the game. "Stripes or solids?" he asked, hitting the lone white ball down the table…

About three hours later…

"Whoa!" Tyler exclaimed as he tripped over his own feet again. Caleb caught him, just barely saving him from kissing the floor.

"I think you've had enough BabyBoy," Pogue said, having abandoned Reid so the blonde could have some alone time with some blonde girl whom had caught his attention. Pogue was pretty sure the girl wouldn't kidnap his friend, or go to the bathroom to screw him, so he had come to the pool tables to check on his other friends. They had been playing pool for three hours and he had wanted to check on them sooner, but he hadn't wanted to leave Reid alone. Plus, he could tell Tyler was drinking and he had taken it upon himself to keep Reid occupied so he wouldn't notice. He hated Reid's stupidity, and he thought Tyler was a fool for not saying anything, but he knew that Reid would feel like shit if he knew that it was his fault Tyler was drinking and hurt. He already had one upset friend, he didn't need another one…

Tyler rubbed his head and sighed. "I think you're right," he said. "Good game Caleb," he said then. He placed his cue stick down and began to walk away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Caleb asked, grabbing the boy's wrist almost painfully.

"To my car," the boy answered as if Caleb were stupid.

"To hell you are," Pogue growled, grabbing Tyler's other wrist. "You think we'll let you drive home like this!?"

"Like what?" Reid asked, coming up to them, his hair mussed and his clothes disheveled.

"Oh my gods," Caleb groaned, taking in Reid's appearance, "Did you just…?"

"NO!" the blonde exclaimed offended, running his hand through his hair to straighten it out. "Apparently none of you realized that the incredibly hot girl I was just with had not been alone. Her boyfriend found us and drug me outside. How could you have not heard?"

"I leave you alone for one minute…" Pogue said, though he smirked. Reid could handle himself, plus he kind of deserved a little rough-housing. The biker was a little disappointed though that he hadn't heard the ruckus, he would have loved to 'accidentally' punch Reid in the mouth.

"Yeah well… What's wrong with him?" the blonde questioned, looking at Tyler, who was humming to himself and staring off into space. "Oh. My. Gods. Is he drunk!?" He glared at Caleb. "Why was he drinking!? Why did you let him!?"

Caleb looked away a little sheepishly. "He gave me the look…" Reid and Pogue looked at him as if he were an alien. "What!? You know what I'm talking about. His eyes were all pouty and I said no, but then he made himself look like he would die if I refused his request… I tried to stop him…"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Pogue said, "he always makes this little puppy-dog face when he wants something really bad. He does it well too, I don't ever recall being able to refuse him for long…"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Reid said. "He's never used some puppy face on me."

Caleb and Pogue shared a look. Of course Tyler would never use it on Reid. He probably didn't want Reid to see him act so childish.

"We should get him home," Pogue said, pulling the boy's arm over his shoulder. It was dead weight because it seemed said boy was about to pass out.

"I'll drive him," Caleb said, following Pogue's lead and pulling Tyler's other arm over his own shoulder. They began to walk towards the door.

"Don't be silly," Reid said, following them and opening the door, "I'll drive him. You would have to drive all the way to school then all the way home," he said to Caleb. "Besides, we're roommates; I live with him." He pointed them in the direction of Tyler's black Hummer.

Pogue looked to Caleb. Was it safe to leave Tyler alone with Reid while he was so hammered? Of course Reid wouldn't do anything… but would Tyler? Caleb shrugged and they continued on to Tyler's big car.

Reid opened the passenger side door for his friends, having pulled the keys from Tyler's jacket pocket where he always placed them. They gently placed Tyler, who had apparently fallen asleep, in the seat and Caleb buckled him up. Pogue gently closed the door behind them.

"Okay," Reid said, walking around the big vehicle, Pogue and Caleb following him, "See you guys later."

"Will you need help getting him inside?" Caleb asked as Reid climbed into the driver's seat.

"I doubt it," Reid answered, placing the key into the ignition, "He's so tiny, I'm surprised he weighs as much as he does."

"He's not that short," Pogue said as the Hummer purred to life.

"He is for a dude," Reid replied, closing the door. Tyler wasn't too short, he was taller than most girls, but he was still tiny. Sometimes Reid thought he almost looked breakable. When those times came up, he would push the thoughts away though.

As he was pulling out of the parking lot, he heard Caleb shout, "Buckle up!" He rolled his eyes but had buckled his seatbelt anyway. It made him happy that Caleb cared for him.

Pogue watched as the Hummer's red tail lights faded out the farther away it got. "Well," he said, looking at Caleb, "I need a drink… a strong one… You?"

Caleb nodded. "Now that we've ascended though, we shouldn't make our own… But my mom has a bunch of leftovers I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing… My house?"

Pogue nodded happily, walking towards his baby… It was his custom made yellow crotch rocket… something he almost cherished more than his girlfriend… "I'll meet you there," he said, putting his helmet on.

With Reid and Tyler…

Reid glanced over at his friend as he drove to Spenser's dorm rooms. Why had Tyler willingly allowed himself to get drunk? Why was he even drinking? It must have been the same reason that his friends were acting so weird when he had come back with drinks… and why Candy had left so early… Caleb and Pogue wouldn't tell him anything… Hmm… maybe Tyler would.

"Tyler…" he called, trying to wake his friend, "Tyler!" he called louder.

"What Reid?" Tyler asked quietly, "I can hear just fine you know, and I'm not small…" he said indignantly. He sat up in his seat and turned his emerald green eyes to the blonde.

Reid laughed. "I'm sorry," he said, "I thought you were asleep."

"I was pretending," Tyler replied, his face flushing. Reid had a beautiful laugh.

"Are you okay?" the blonde asked.

"Yes," Tyler replied, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your face is red… do you have a fever?" He reached his hand over and placed it on Tyler's forehead. "You feel really hot…"

"Reid!" Tyler yelled, pulling his face away from his friend's touch, knowing it would only make his blush worse, "Pay attention to the road!"

Reid laughed again, but placed his hand back on the steering wheel and faced forward.

"So what did you want?" Tyler asked, leaning his flushed face against the cool glass of his window. Normally, being alone with Reid like this was kind of awkward… and painful… but he felt oddly numb right now. It must have been all the drinks he'd had.

"What happened when I left the table to get drinks?" Reid asked. He watched as Tyler seemed to stiffen. "Tyler?"

"Nothing happened," Tyler answered, "I told you that."

"If nothing happened, then why were Pogue and Caleb glaring death at Candy?" Tyler seemed to stiffen even more at the mention of Candy… "Tyler," Reid said, his tone demanding, "tell me what happened right now." Obviously, whatever had happened was bothering the green-eyed boy.

"I don't want to talk about it," Tyler replied, his tone sounding hurt.

"Tyler…" Reid said, almost in warning.

"Reid," Tyler seemed to plead, "Please… Don't… I don't want to talk about it." He brought his emerald eyes to Reid's icy blue ones.

Reid was slightly taken aback. Tyler eyes were not only pleading with him, they were wet, as if he were about to cry… Now he had to know what happened. Had someone done something to hurt his friend?

An incredibly large wave of anger passed over Reid. Had someone dared hurt BabyBoy? Had it been Candy?

That was when it hit him. Candy must have been the cause for all the trouble. She was the reason Tyler looked so hurt, and why Caleb and Pogue looked as if they were trying not to kill the girl. "What did she do?" he asked, trying not to let his anger show. It was hard…

"Who did what?" Tyler asked, his pain hidden quite well.

"That girl… What did she do?" Reid questioned; he couldn't even say her name. "And don't you dare say nothing!" he exclaimed as soon as Tyler opened his mouth to speak.

Tyler looked at Reid; he looked angry. With a sigh, he decided to tell the truth, just not all of it. "She said something mean." He crossed his arms over his chest, deciding not to say another word.

"What did she say?" Reid asked, grinding his teeth together in anger. Tyler didn't say a word… "Tyler… What. Did. She. Say?" he asked, emphasizing each word.

Tyler flinched slightly. "You sounded like her," he said quietly, his lips beginning to quiver.

"What?" Reid asked, his anger completely forgotten. He looked to his friend and noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and his quivering lips. "Oh my gods," he exclaimed, pulling over on the side of the deserted road. "Are you okay Tyler? I'm sorry…" he said quickly, pulling the boy into a hug, "You don't have to say anything… Please don't cry…"

Tyler gripped the back of Reid's shirt as if it were a buoy and he was stranded in the middle of the ocean. Reid felt the cloth of his shirt become damp. He squeezed Tyler against his chest, ignoring the gear digging into his stomach, as if he could stop the boy's shaking. It took him a minute before he realized that the boy was saying something.

"What?" he asked, pushing Tyler away from him gently. He couldn't push him too far, the boy held his shirt in a death grip.

Tyler sniffled and spoke again. "Sh-she said that I-I was a-a nast-sty f-fa-fag," he whispered.

Reid saw red. "That bitch!" he growled out, wanting to find the little whore and beat the shit out of her. "Why would she say something like that?" The question had been a rhetorical one, he hadn't expected an answer… So he was surprised when Tyler replied.

"I-I told her that y-you didn't sleep with e-everyone you met," he said, using one hand to wipe his eyes while the other one still clutched Reid's shirt, "Then she said I was j-just jealous, and she called me a n-nasty little f-fag."

"Jealous?" Reid repeated, "Jealous of what?"

"Can we go home now?" Tyler asked in answer to Reid's question. He released the blonde's shirt and pulled himself away, back to his side of the car.

Reid wanted desperately to know the answer to his question. But, he had already made Tyler cry, he didn't want to do it again. Tyler's tears cut through him. "Okay BabyBoy, we'll go home," he said, getting back on the road.

With Caleb and Pogue…

"This is some strong stuff," Pogue said, his words slurring slightly. It normally took a lot more to get him drunk. It seemed like he had only had a few sips and now he was all tingly inside.

"My mom knows her liquor," Caleb replied somewhat darkly, taking a sip of his drink. It burned something fierce as it slid down his throat, but he welcomed the pain. He understood why Tyler had wanted it so badly. Alcohol did wonders on numbing the body and the mind.

Pogue watched as Caleb took another sip of his drink. Had said boy always looked like that…? Beautiful…? Had his chocolate brown eyes always seemed so bright and had his muscled body always seemed so inviting…? He swallowed a large gulp of his own drink, trying to banish such strange thoughts. Caleb was like his brother… an incredibly sexy brother… NO! He was not sexy… He wasn't… not at all…

"What are you staring at?" Caleb asked.

Had his voice always been so musical?

"Heeeelloooooooo…? Pogue?"

Had his name always sounded so good rolling off Caleb's lips?

"Come on Pogue, what are you looking at?"

Had the urge to kiss those plump lips always been there? Had it always been this strong?

"Po-"

Pogue growled out at the taste of Caleb's lips against his own. He didn't know what had compelled him to kiss his friend, but he knew it felt good. Caleb tasted spicy, like cinnamon; it made Pogue's mouth water.

Caleb dropped his glass and wrapped his arms around Pogue's neck, deepening the kiss. He didn't care at all when he heard the cup shatter on the hard wood floor. They had plenty of money, they could buy new ones…

Pogue's head swum as he felt Caleb's arms around his neck. He had been sitting on the brown leather couch that Caleb had in his room, the other sitting next to him. All he had had to do was lean over and their mouths were welded together. He pulled the other across his lap, fighting off a moan as the short-haired Son settled right on top of his growing erection.

Pogue stood, holding Caleb firmly in place around his middle and carried him to the large bed. Caleb may have been slightly taller than him, but he was slimmer and Pogue carried him easily. When they reached the bed, Pogue pushed Caleb onto his back and lay on top of him. He pulled back from his face and latched his mouth onto the other's throat. He could feel Caleb's hands slide under his shirt, raking over his abs. The other's hands were hot on his skin yet he got chills.

Caleb moaned. What were they doing? Why were they doing this? They shouldn't be doing this… Caleb knew this yet… he didn't want it to stop… not yet…

Pogue pulled back, but only enough to yank his shirt off. He then pulled Caleb's shirt off. "What are we doing?" he asked rhetorically before capturing Caleb's lips with his again.

Their bare chests rubbed against each other, causing an amazing amount of friction. Pogue ran his hand over every inch of Caleb's chest, over every hard muscle. Caleb did the same to him, his hands wandering over Pogue's back as the kiss deepened.

Pogue slid his tongue in Caleb's mouth, delighting in the taste of cinnamon. If he'd known it would taste so good to kiss his friend, he would have done it sooner. He ran his hands down Caleb's chest, running them over the space just above his pants. He smirked into the kiss when he felt goose bumps rise on the tanned flesh. He unbuttoned the button and slid down the zipper anxiously, as if waiting for Caleb to stop him… he didn't.

Encouraged by this, he began to slide the pants down, slowly. He slid them down as far as he could without breaking the kiss and then stopped. He kissed the boy a bit longer before pulling back. He sat back on the bed between Caleb's feet and removed said boy's socks. He then reached up to pull his pants down, shocked yet happy to see, that Caleb had gone commando today.... He easily slid the garments off and slid his hands up the bare muscled legs. Caleb had beautiful swimmer's legs…

Caleb watched as Pogue slowly crawled back up his body, using his legs as a guide. Pogue's hands were raving havoc on his senses. He knew that they shouldn't be doing this. Pogue had a girlfriend for goodness sake, but it felt so good… Pogue's hazel eyes were scorching him, setting him on fire. He didn't want it to go out yet…

Pogue paused long enough to appreciate the beauty laid out before him. Caleb was completely naked on the bed, slightly panting. His muscled legs were spread apart slightly, giving Pogue room enough to settle himself between them. His gorgeous face was slightly flushed, his warm brown eyes glazed over. Pogue was happy to see that he wasn't the only one who seemed to want this, as Caleb's member was as hard as his was.

Pogue leaned over to kiss the remainder of his way up Caleb's legs. He kissed the inside of one of the boy's thighs as he rubbed the other with his hand. He brought his kisses and caresses up higher, earning a few delicious moans in approval. He paused when he was faced with Caleb's cock.

"Don't stop," Caleb complained, trying to glare at Pogue; it didn't work. It just made him look pouty.

Pogue smirked before blowing some air over the sensitive skin of Caleb's erection.

Caleb shivered.

Pogue blew air one more time before taking the tip of the cock in his mouth. Caleb moaned and bucked his hips slightly. Pogue reached up to hold his hips down before taking more into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around in a way he knew would drive Caleb insane. It worked because the boy moaned even louder. That was a nice sound…

Caleb couldn't think straight as Pogue's tongue swirled around his dick. Hell, he couldn't think at all. How could he when he was being tortured in the most amazing way? He pulled the band out of Pogue's hair, tossing it to the floor. He ran his hand through the silky strands as his senses were assaulted.

He could feel his emotions pooling into his stomach. He could feel the pressure of what they were doing build inside of him… "Hmm…" he moaned, "Pogue…"

He kept his hands in the biker's hair, getting lost in the pleasure. He could feel his insides all knotted and twisted as Pogue continued to swirl his tongue around his manhood.

Pogue felt Caleb tense up. He smirked, continuing his ministrations with more vigor. He wanted to hear Caleb scream…

With an intense explosion of white-hot pleasure, Caleb came screaming Pogue's name. He was incredibly glad that his mother was out of town this week… He watched as Pogue sat up with a smirk, licking his lips. "What are you doing?" he asked, as Pogue began removing his pants.

"I can't let you have all the fun now, can I?" the biker replied sliding his pants down…

With Reid and Tyler…

Tyler sighed as they pulled into the parking lot. It had been a long ride filled with an awkward silence. Tyler didn't know if Reid was mad at him or Candy… so he kept his mouth shut. He was afraid that he would say something else that he didn't want Reid to know… Perhaps, per say, the fact that he loved him…?

Reid turned the car off but made no motion of getting out of the car. He stayed seated and seemed to glare out the windshield. "Why didn't you tell me what that bitch said sooner?" he asked finally.

'So he is mad at me,' Tyler thought, mentally cringing. "I didn't want you know…"

"Know what?" Reid asked, looking at him.

"What she said."

"Why would it matter if I knew what she said?" Reid asked confusedly angry, "I only would have made her leave… or might have given her blue hair and a few bruises to match…" he growled out.

"I didn't want you to know she was right…" Tyler's eyes widened; what had he just said?

"Right about what?" Reid asked.

Tyler made no move to answer.

"About you being jealous?"

"…"

"Tyler… were you jealous of me… or her…?"

Tyler still didn't comment.

"Because I had come with her… or because she had come with me?"

Tyler shook his head. He would not say. Another. Word…

"Answer me Tyler…" Reid commanded, "me or her?"

"…" 'Don't say anything… Don't say anything… Please stop asking…'

"Her or me Tyler?" Reid asked, his tone even angrier than before. "Answer the fucking question!"

"Her…" Tyler whispered, "I was jealous of her…" There… he said it… now could he just go die in a hole somewhere?

Reid stared at Tyler for a minute before sighing. He opened his door and stepped down out of the car.

Tyler watched him a minute before opening his own door. He had just basically confessed his feelings and Reid had nothing to say… Tyler hurt a little more that he thought he would. He had expected rejection to sting… but to absolutely sear him…? No… He had expected his heart to break… but to completely shatter…? No… He had expected his breath to falter… but to completely leave him…? No… He expected Reid to hurt him… but to kill him…? No… He hadn't expected that…

"Are you coming?" Reid snapped, angrily, as Tyler just continued to sit in the car. He began walking when Tyler finally decided to follow.

How had he been so stupid? How could he not have noticed his best friend's feelings? How could he even call Tyler his best friend? What kind of friend was he when he couldn't even realize that the one his friend was in love with was obviously him? Now that he thought about… it had been obvious… Tyler was always there for him and he never stayed angry with Reid… Reid wanted to kick himself in the ass… How could he not have noticed!? If he had not been so stupid, he could have been more considerate to his friend's feelings and not stripped in their room when it was hot, or talk about all his girlfriends… Damn did he feel like shit…

The two continued to walk to their dorm; Reid leading the way. Tyler walked behind him, trying his hardest to walk in a straight line. He was still really drunk, and then he felt like there was a gaping hole in the middle of his chest. It was actually a little hard to breathe… He felt that at any moment he'd pass out, but whether from the alcohol or pain he didn't know…

Reid pulled his room key out of his pocket when they reached their room. He slid the key into the lock and stepped inside, wishing he could find something to say… But what was there to say when you could find no words?

Tyler stumbled into the room, plopping down a bed, and instantly fell asleep. He no longer cared what happened to him… Let him ascend; let the power overwhelm him; maybe then, he wouldn't feel like the world had just crumbled down around him. Let Chase come back and steal his powers, killing him, at least he wouldn't hurt anymore… Let Reid never talk to him again, maybe then he could put space between them because as long as they were together it hurt… Even in his dreams he could feel the tears…

Reid walked to him. "Tyler…" he called, lightly shaking the boy's shoulder, "Tyler, get up. This is my bed…" Reid was surprised to see tears streaming down the boy's face.

"Go away," the boy mumbled through his sleepy and pain filled stupor. He rolled over so he was facing away from the voice that could slice right through him.

Reid sighed, but left the boy alone. It was entirely his fault that Tyler was so upset. Once again, he'd been stupid. Pogue called him stupid every day and now he completely agreed. He had made Tyler cry not once, but twice within the expanse of just a few hours… and to make it worse he had probably been breaking his heart for a while now… Oh gods… he was such an utterly-completely-insanely stupid asshole… He didn't even deserve to share a room with his best friend…

Reid walked to the other side of the bed to gaze down at Tyler's sleeping face. He was no longer crying, but his face was still wet. Reid reached down to gently wipe the tears away, but his hand froze when Tyler whispered his name… An unusual feeling swept over him; his heart felt like it both sped up and stopped at the same time. Everything seemed to go out of focus, yet he could see his pale hand against Tyler's cheek clearly. It was as if everything in the world had vanished, leaving Tyler and himself the only occupants. His body turned to mush yet he had never felt stronger. His heart soared as it somehow managed to stay grounded in his chest… It was a feeling he had never experienced before, with anyone… ever; it felt strangely good.

Reid watched in fascination as Tyler lightly nuzzled his cheek against his palm. That odd feeling seemed to grow the longer he held the boy's face in his hand. He wanted to pull away, but it was like he was under some sort of trance. He couldn't bear to pull his hand away from its place against the boy's cheek. Tyler's skin was so soft… so smooth… so beautiful…

Something urged him to get closer. He didn't know what it was… A pull? A want? A need…? Whatever it was, he found himself leaning over, deeply inhaling the now suddenly alluring scent that was Tyler… It was sweet and minty, like the ice cream…Reid's favorite flavor. How had he never noticed such an intoxicating aroma before? He inhaled deeply again, his mouth watering… His face was even with Tyler's, and he watched as the boy's face suddenly became angelic, as if he'd been wearing a mask and had finally decided to take it off.

He had always known his friend was gorgeous; they all were. It was the magic within their bodies which almost demanded they be beautiful. Even Chase, the evil bastard that he was, had been incredibly good looking. But then, as he watched the younger teen sleep, Reid swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Tyler… anyone. His smooth skin was darker than Reid's, but not by much, and it almost seemed to glow as a halo of moonlight shown through the window to frame his petite body. His dark brown hair, though it was short, was just long enough to fall into his face, almost obscuring his closed eyes. Suddenly, Reid wished more than anything that he could look into those emerald green jewels, and he wished more than that that he could watch them smile. The smile Tyler wore on his face could never be as beautiful as the one he had in his eyes…

Reid jumped back suddenly, tripping over his feet and landing on his butt. He stared at his hand as if it were alien to him. Then, he glanced at Tyler. He looked slightly upset at the loss of contact, but then seemed to settle back down. Reid stared at his hand again… What was that? He had never felt it before, but he could have sworn that that odd-tingly-mushy-high feeling he had had been…

He jumped up.

No! He did not love Tyler, not that way. He wasn't gay… he liked loved girls… Tyler wasn't a girl… He did NOT love him…

…right…?

He placed his key back in his pocket and made sure he had his car keys too. Then, he sprinted out the door, locking it behind him, and ran to the parking lot. He had to see Caleb… now…

With Caleb and Pogue…

Caleb tightened his grip on the silky sheets of his bed as Pogue continued to slam into him. He still wasn't sure how he ended up on bottom, and he wasn't sure he would do it again, but with Pogue it felt good…great actually. He groaned when he heard the bed creak again. It had been doing that a lot, not that he was complaining, but it was highly annoying.

He was on his hands and knees, looking down on his pillow. He grimaced at the bite marks he had left earlier; it had hurt then; not now though. It felt amazing as their bodies slid against each other, almost as one. They had begun to sweat slightly, but it just made the sliding easier. The friction between their bodies was driving them both towards the edge. The moaning and groaning they were both doing adding to the pleasure.

Pogue snaked his arm around Caleb's waist and grabbed his member. Caleb moaned as the biker began to rub him in time to his thrusts. Caleb was being assaulted by white-hot pleasure from both sides… it was almost painfully pleasing.

"Come on Caleb," Pogue whispered seductively in his ear, "Come for me." Caleb turned his head to the side and caught Pogue's lips with his own.

As their tongues danced, the pleasure continued to build. Pogue pushed harder into Caleb, not minding at all when said boy accidentally bit his tongue, hitting a spot in Caleb that made him see stars each time. Their slick bodies continued to grind against each other, the pleasure mounting…

"Pogue," Caleb moaned, clutching his eyes tightly together as every emotion inside him swirled in his stomach. He swore he was about to explode…

"Come on," Pogue encouraged, adding to his efforts, "I want you to see stars." Just as the words left his mouth, he felt Caleb tense up. He smirked when Caleb cried out his name again that night. He pushed until he followed right after. He moaned Caleb's name out and tightened his hold on the raven-haired teen.

They collapsed onto the bed. Pogue laced Caleb's back with kisses before he gently pulled out and rolled over next to his friend. They lied there in a content silence for a few minutes... Until…

"Oh. My. GODS!!!!!"

Both teens shot their eyes to the bedroom door, which had been open the entire time, and gawked at a blushing Reid. How long had he been standing there?

"Holy shit! O-M-F-ing-G! What the fuck!? Oh. My. Gods…!" He gawked right back at them, taking in there glistening bare bodies and flushed faces, "Holy shit face!!!" he exclaimed. "What the hell!?" he screamed.

"What do you want Reid?" Caleb asked, slightly annoyed. Just because the door had been open, did not mean it wasn't polite to knock… Reid just stared. "Well!?"

"Um…" He looked at a loss for words. But then who could blame him? He had just witnessed… *shiver*… something he never witness to see again… Then, he remembered why he was there. "It's Tyler," he said, his heart doing flip-flops in his chest.

Caleb and Pogue both shot up straight and glared at him. "What happened?" Pogue asked, "He isn't hurt is he?"

Reid made a face. "Not physically…" he mumbled.

"What the hell does that mean!?" Pogue exclaimed.

"Well," Reid started to explain, "I was driving. I made him tell me what that slut/bitch called him and then he started crying. Then we started driving again and it was really quiet. He had said something else about the bitch but he wouldn't explain. I was angry and I wanted to know what it was, so I kind of forced it out of him too…" He stopped.

"And…?" Caleb prompted.

"He basically admitted to loving me…"

"What did you say to him!?" both Caleb and Pogue shouted at the same time. 'Please let it be something intelligent for the first time in his life…' Pogue mentally begged. When Reid didn't answer, Caleb asked again. "What. Did. You. Say!?" he growled out. "What did you do!?"

"I-I didn't say anything," Reid replied, he stared down at his feet. Not saying anything was probably the worst thing he could have done… even he knew that… but he had been angry with himself for not realizing. Caleb and Pogue must have figured it out…

"You MORON!" Pogue yelled. 'So much for the mental begging.' "He confessed to loving you and you have the balls to say nothing in return!? Do you know how much that must have hurt!? Even if he was completely hammered!?"

Reid continued to stare at the ground. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Reid," Caleb said, trying to reign his anger in, it was obvious Reid was irritated with himself and he could beat himself up a lot better than Caleb or Pogue could, "Pogue's right. Even while drunk it must have hurt him terribly."

"Yeah," the blonde mumbled, "He started crying again…"

"Gods!" Pogue exclaimed, "You made him cry twice!? I haven't seen him cry once since his father died when we were in the second grade. You couldn't find one thing to say to him? Not one little thing that might make him feel better!?"

"I couldn't… I didn't realize at the time…"

"Realize what?" Caleb and Pogue asked at the same time again.

"I think I love him too…"

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SasunaruTLA: Well… there it is!!! Chapter two… YAY!!!! I think it is my longest chapter ever!!! In any of my stories!!! YAY ME!!! You know what to do!!!! Review for the next chapter… otherwise… there won't be one!!!! If I'm gonna write 7,810 words (which this chapter is by the way, not including the suicidal thing and this note) at least for every chapter, then I want REVIEWS!!! I would be mean have a set amount of new ones that I want, but I won't do that!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!! PWEASE…? *you know you can't resist the puppy face*. High five for my longest chapter ever!!! REVIEW if you liked it and want more long ones like this!!!

P.S. the Pogue/Caleb thing isn't a long-lasting thing… This chapter may be the only Pogue/Caleb one unless they get drunk enough and you want one really badly… other than that… I have someone else I'm going to put with Caleb; Pogue of course has Kate… Sorry for this loooooooooong note!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!