[Fic] Boys of Summer
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kittydesadeTitle: Boys of Summer
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Pogue, Reid
Word Count: 1,995 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. Almost pure smut. With a little bit of plot behind it.
The first time Reid and Pogue got together was also the last, although they didn't know it at the time. It wasn't supposed to be getting together in a relationship kind of a way, anyway. They were restless, they were sixteen, and they were boys. Sex had to happen at some point, and they weren't getting any from the girls around them.
It had started two years ago at summer camp, the strange hour close to evening when everything seemed too much effort to expend and they'd pried loose from Gorman's bony fingers. Caleb was off somewhere, they didn't know where, and Pogue had thought Reid was off getting Tyler into trouble. He'd thought he had the small cabin all to himself, and was stretched out on the bunk indulging in the warm and sweaty air.
Reid banged the door open and caught him just as things were getting interesting. Caught between embarrassed fury and the sudden thought that those surprise-parted lips would look really good somewhere else, Pogue just stared.
"Dude." Reid blinked, then closed the door quietly behind him. Pogue had taken the opportunity to grab a discrete blanket. Or he would have, if Reid hadn't grabbed it. "No, leave it."
"What, you like to watch?"
"Yeah."
Reid had that pouty look he got when he thought someone was about to make fun of him, not that Pogue was going to. The way he figured it, he was in the more vulnerable position here.
But the way Reid was looking at him, it just made it that much better when he started to stroke again. The way his tongue flickered out over his lips, the way he looked like he was going to start panting any second now. It was good to be wanted, better to be desired, and he came quicker than he expected, hips lifting from the bed with an awkward little cry and sweat and semen trickling over his thigh.
He had grinned to see Reid so blatantly turned on and still trying to keep a cool exterior. They were fourteen. Cool wasn't in it, not if it had to do with sex.
"Want something?" he'd asked. He'd already dealt with the newness of fooling around with another boy, a year before. He had no shame, and was opening Reid's pants, his belt, before the other boy could respond.
Reid gave him an apprehensive look but lay back on the bed as Pogue yanked up his jeans and buttoned them again. "Hey, take off your shirt."
Pogue grinned. "You haven't done this before, have you?"
"Just take it off…"
Pogue was happy enough to oblige him. The second his shirt was off he was on his back again, legs awkwardly bent up and sideways beneath Reid, and the other boy's mouth was all over his. The kiss was as awkward as the position, sloppy but enthusiastic, and then again neither of them were all that good at the whole kissing thing yet.
Kissing high turned to kissing low, Pogue rolling the other boy and sliding his mouth down to his groin and Reid arched his cock between his lips, moaning light and high at the wet tongue along his shaft. No fancy technique, nothing special, just suction and wetness and the heat of his mouth bringing the salt of his semen. It was the start of several little secrets as they met behind buildings and in the pool after hours to play each other, suck each other off.
Pogue lost his virginity to his six-week boyfriend before Reid, or at least he thought he had. They fooled around between and after dates. One night things, Reid never really had girlfriends but Pogue tried to be faithful. No girl captured his interest for long. Reid probably wouldn't have either, if he was going to be truthful with himself. It was just because they were friends, and Reid was pretty hot, and his hands were even hotter on Pogue's body when he just wanted some uncomplicated sweaty release.
He didn't know what Reid wanted from it. He'd never asked, and Reid had never said.
The decision to have sex was made by mutual consent and brief discussion while walking across the quad. No specifics were mentioned.
"You wanna finally do it?"
Pogue knew exactly what he was talking about. "Sure."
"When?"
"Tonight?"
Reid shrugged. "Sure. Your room."
Pogue had a single. Tyler and Reid roomed together, and he refused to play the roommate lottery or ask Caleb to stay on campus. So he got a single. This year, being a sophomore, it was a slightly less crappy single. And the bed was high off the ground. This made a difference, for some reason.
Despite all the fooling around they hadn't really kissed much, and at that only when one or both of them forgot their awkwardness and that they were supposed to be friends. When the heat overcame them, that was when they started kissing, started rubbing up against each other just to be close. Pogue was in the middle of a last minute paper when Reid knocked, and glad for the distraction.
"Hey."
"Hey."
They didn't kiss. But Reid stepped into the room and into Pogue's arms, one of which reached out to close the door behind him. They stood like that for several minutes, arms around each other, heads nestled in each other's shoulders. They were warmer this way, and relaxing. Eyes closed, he could concentrate on the way Reid smelled after he'd just gotten out of the showers at the gym, the way his arms were strong and solid around his waist.
They were just kids. Just sixteen. They were way too young to be holding each other the way they were now.
"C'mere…" Pogue broke the stance first, sliding his hand down Reid's arm to hold his hand and tug him over to the bed. He didn't bother asking if the other boy knew what he was doing. It would just make him defensive and the whole thing awkward and angry.
"What, no foreplay?"
"Shut up," but he smiled when he said it and that time he did kiss Reid.
Which froze them both. One of the biggest reasons they didn't kiss was because it was too much like dating, way too much like a relationship. The only relationship they had was friends, although they were closer friends than to anyone outside their little gang. Friends with benefits. They didn't kiss.
The moment passed and Pogue shoved him gently down, more up and down than just down, since the bed was high. It was usually a hassle but right now it was a turn-on. His hands slid down Reid's chest, pushed up his shirt to the tune of a gasp and Reid's breath sliding into the erotic zone. His fingers moved slowly over Reid's jeans, then his own. Foreplay was getting naked. Reid was already hard. Had been from the moment he walked in.
"How are we…" he asked, then stopped as Pogue reached over by the bed for the tube. "Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Pogue looked back over and Reid was grinning, hands laced behind his head, nonchalant and smug. He took a moment, then laughed and whapped the blonde boy with the pillow he yanked out from under his head, dropping it to the mattress.
"Hey!" But Reid was laughing.
"You wanna get laid or not?"
Reid grabbed his empty hand and filled it with his erection. "What do you think?"
Pogue snickered as he slicked himself up, stilling his breathing and relaxing, eyes fluttering a bit as he took those long breaths. Reid watched the whole process and change avidly, reinforcing Pogue's belief that it was his first time. Something like that, anyway. Or he was just curious about doing it with his friend. Pogue was a little curious about that, himself.
Hand over hand, he crawled up Reid's body. Positioned himself just right, hips over hips, straddling him. He could hear his friend's breath catch but his eyes were almost closed. Reid's hand, the hand that wasn't clutching at his hip, slid over his thigh. Just touching him, just seeing him with the pads of his fingers, needing that contact. He remembered the feeling, himself. Muscles moved, lowering him, and he felt the beginning of it. Reid gasped.
"You ready?"
"Hell, yeah."
His mouth dropped open as he sank himself down, a whole new dimension to Reid's cock that was oh so good and god, if he'd known what it was like to be fucked this way he would have started years ago. He heard a whimper and wasn't sure which one of them made it. Electric tingles down his spine, up his cock as they started jolting in opposite rhythms at first. Every movement was a thrust, a sensation. An ache in his balls and a need that wasn't growing it was spiraling down. Out of control.
He'd meant to take this slow, too. Tried to get Reid to slow down but his hands were everywhere, and soon he didn't want to slow down at all. The rhythms weren't in synch yet. The jerking alternating dissonance of it was a turn-on, but jarring him out of focus.
"Up…" Reid tapped an impatient hand on his hip. "Get up. I got an idea."
Hell, Pogue was happy to oblige. He crawled off of him, moaning a little at the sudden lack, hard and dripping sweat and other things and wondering what Reid had in mind. "Idea?"
"Roll over." It was harder on the taller bed, dorm beds being notoriously small. At least for the underclassmen.
Heh. Underclassmen.
"Hands and knees."
Ooh. Reid was tossing orders around like he rarely got to do outside the bedroom, but Pogue was more than happy to oblige. One hand found and clutched the pillow as Reid crawled behind him and managed not to fall off the bed in the process. Hands clutched his hips, dragging him backwards a little. He felt Reid, heard him get into position.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Oh god. There were angles and methods to this that he didn't even know if his friend knew but it felt just so damn good. Something to do with his mental state when he was on his knees like this, begging for release. It went quicker this way, Reid controlling the rhythm, controlling almost everything as Pogue gave it up gladly and made soft little cries with every thrust. He could feel the warmth from the tip of his cock as it pushed into him all the way up to his belly. Or something lower.
One hand slid between his legs before Reid's knocked it away. There was only so much he could do, not quite sure of his balance yet, but it was sweet that he tried. Wasn't much to do anyway.
"Fuck, yeah…"
Pogue gasped. Cried out, the world going white for just a second as he came, shaking. He didn't know when Reid had come but the other boy was collapsed almost overtop of him, one hand visibly trembling on the bed and clutching at the covers. They separated with jerky, shivering movements. Collapsed next to each other, hips twisted to avoid the wet spot.
"Now…" Reid's voice panted. "That's what I'm talking about."
"Do you…" Pogue was about to ask him if he ever shut up, but this didn't seem the time or place. One hand reached over for his friend's.
They lay there for three hours in mostly silence before Reid finally got dressed again and snuck back to his room.
Almost a week later Pogue met a dark-haired girl with a winning smile and a sassy attitude. Reid watched them play together in a crowded room and slipped out the door before anyone but Pogue saw the look on his face. He stopped smiling for a second. They really should talk about it before someone did something stupid, he figured. Somehow, they never did.
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Pogue, Reid
Word Count: 1,995 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. Almost pure smut. With a little bit of plot behind it.
The first time Reid and Pogue got together was also the last, although they didn't know it at the time. It wasn't supposed to be getting together in a relationship kind of a way, anyway. They were restless, they were sixteen, and they were boys. Sex had to happen at some point, and they weren't getting any from the girls around them.
It had started two years ago at summer camp, the strange hour close to evening when everything seemed too much effort to expend and they'd pried loose from Gorman's bony fingers. Caleb was off somewhere, they didn't know where, and Pogue had thought Reid was off getting Tyler into trouble. He'd thought he had the small cabin all to himself, and was stretched out on the bunk indulging in the warm and sweaty air.
Reid banged the door open and caught him just as things were getting interesting. Caught between embarrassed fury and the sudden thought that those surprise-parted lips would look really good somewhere else, Pogue just stared.
"Dude." Reid blinked, then closed the door quietly behind him. Pogue had taken the opportunity to grab a discrete blanket. Or he would have, if Reid hadn't grabbed it. "No, leave it."
"What, you like to watch?"
"Yeah."
Reid had that pouty look he got when he thought someone was about to make fun of him, not that Pogue was going to. The way he figured it, he was in the more vulnerable position here.
But the way Reid was looking at him, it just made it that much better when he started to stroke again. The way his tongue flickered out over his lips, the way he looked like he was going to start panting any second now. It was good to be wanted, better to be desired, and he came quicker than he expected, hips lifting from the bed with an awkward little cry and sweat and semen trickling over his thigh.
He had grinned to see Reid so blatantly turned on and still trying to keep a cool exterior. They were fourteen. Cool wasn't in it, not if it had to do with sex.
"Want something?" he'd asked. He'd already dealt with the newness of fooling around with another boy, a year before. He had no shame, and was opening Reid's pants, his belt, before the other boy could respond.
Reid gave him an apprehensive look but lay back on the bed as Pogue yanked up his jeans and buttoned them again. "Hey, take off your shirt."
Pogue grinned. "You haven't done this before, have you?"
"Just take it off…"
Pogue was happy enough to oblige him. The second his shirt was off he was on his back again, legs awkwardly bent up and sideways beneath Reid, and the other boy's mouth was all over his. The kiss was as awkward as the position, sloppy but enthusiastic, and then again neither of them were all that good at the whole kissing thing yet.
Kissing high turned to kissing low, Pogue rolling the other boy and sliding his mouth down to his groin and Reid arched his cock between his lips, moaning light and high at the wet tongue along his shaft. No fancy technique, nothing special, just suction and wetness and the heat of his mouth bringing the salt of his semen. It was the start of several little secrets as they met behind buildings and in the pool after hours to play each other, suck each other off.
Pogue lost his virginity to his six-week boyfriend before Reid, or at least he thought he had. They fooled around between and after dates. One night things, Reid never really had girlfriends but Pogue tried to be faithful. No girl captured his interest for long. Reid probably wouldn't have either, if he was going to be truthful with himself. It was just because they were friends, and Reid was pretty hot, and his hands were even hotter on Pogue's body when he just wanted some uncomplicated sweaty release.
He didn't know what Reid wanted from it. He'd never asked, and Reid had never said.
The decision to have sex was made by mutual consent and brief discussion while walking across the quad. No specifics were mentioned.
"You wanna finally do it?"
Pogue knew exactly what he was talking about. "Sure."
"When?"
"Tonight?"
Reid shrugged. "Sure. Your room."
Pogue had a single. Tyler and Reid roomed together, and he refused to play the roommate lottery or ask Caleb to stay on campus. So he got a single. This year, being a sophomore, it was a slightly less crappy single. And the bed was high off the ground. This made a difference, for some reason.
Despite all the fooling around they hadn't really kissed much, and at that only when one or both of them forgot their awkwardness and that they were supposed to be friends. When the heat overcame them, that was when they started kissing, started rubbing up against each other just to be close. Pogue was in the middle of a last minute paper when Reid knocked, and glad for the distraction.
"Hey."
"Hey."
They didn't kiss. But Reid stepped into the room and into Pogue's arms, one of which reached out to close the door behind him. They stood like that for several minutes, arms around each other, heads nestled in each other's shoulders. They were warmer this way, and relaxing. Eyes closed, he could concentrate on the way Reid smelled after he'd just gotten out of the showers at the gym, the way his arms were strong and solid around his waist.
They were just kids. Just sixteen. They were way too young to be holding each other the way they were now.
"C'mere…" Pogue broke the stance first, sliding his hand down Reid's arm to hold his hand and tug him over to the bed. He didn't bother asking if the other boy knew what he was doing. It would just make him defensive and the whole thing awkward and angry.
"What, no foreplay?"
"Shut up," but he smiled when he said it and that time he did kiss Reid.
Which froze them both. One of the biggest reasons they didn't kiss was because it was too much like dating, way too much like a relationship. The only relationship they had was friends, although they were closer friends than to anyone outside their little gang. Friends with benefits. They didn't kiss.
The moment passed and Pogue shoved him gently down, more up and down than just down, since the bed was high. It was usually a hassle but right now it was a turn-on. His hands slid down Reid's chest, pushed up his shirt to the tune of a gasp and Reid's breath sliding into the erotic zone. His fingers moved slowly over Reid's jeans, then his own. Foreplay was getting naked. Reid was already hard. Had been from the moment he walked in.
"How are we…" he asked, then stopped as Pogue reached over by the bed for the tube. "Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Pogue looked back over and Reid was grinning, hands laced behind his head, nonchalant and smug. He took a moment, then laughed and whapped the blonde boy with the pillow he yanked out from under his head, dropping it to the mattress.
"Hey!" But Reid was laughing.
"You wanna get laid or not?"
Reid grabbed his empty hand and filled it with his erection. "What do you think?"
Pogue snickered as he slicked himself up, stilling his breathing and relaxing, eyes fluttering a bit as he took those long breaths. Reid watched the whole process and change avidly, reinforcing Pogue's belief that it was his first time. Something like that, anyway. Or he was just curious about doing it with his friend. Pogue was a little curious about that, himself.
Hand over hand, he crawled up Reid's body. Positioned himself just right, hips over hips, straddling him. He could hear his friend's breath catch but his eyes were almost closed. Reid's hand, the hand that wasn't clutching at his hip, slid over his thigh. Just touching him, just seeing him with the pads of his fingers, needing that contact. He remembered the feeling, himself. Muscles moved, lowering him, and he felt the beginning of it. Reid gasped.
"You ready?"
"Hell, yeah."
His mouth dropped open as he sank himself down, a whole new dimension to Reid's cock that was oh so good and god, if he'd known what it was like to be fucked this way he would have started years ago. He heard a whimper and wasn't sure which one of them made it. Electric tingles down his spine, up his cock as they started jolting in opposite rhythms at first. Every movement was a thrust, a sensation. An ache in his balls and a need that wasn't growing it was spiraling down. Out of control.
He'd meant to take this slow, too. Tried to get Reid to slow down but his hands were everywhere, and soon he didn't want to slow down at all. The rhythms weren't in synch yet. The jerking alternating dissonance of it was a turn-on, but jarring him out of focus.
"Up…" Reid tapped an impatient hand on his hip. "Get up. I got an idea."
Hell, Pogue was happy to oblige. He crawled off of him, moaning a little at the sudden lack, hard and dripping sweat and other things and wondering what Reid had in mind. "Idea?"
"Roll over." It was harder on the taller bed, dorm beds being notoriously small. At least for the underclassmen.
Heh. Underclassmen.
"Hands and knees."
Ooh. Reid was tossing orders around like he rarely got to do outside the bedroom, but Pogue was more than happy to oblige. One hand found and clutched the pillow as Reid crawled behind him and managed not to fall off the bed in the process. Hands clutched his hips, dragging him backwards a little. He felt Reid, heard him get into position.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Oh god. There were angles and methods to this that he didn't even know if his friend knew but it felt just so damn good. Something to do with his mental state when he was on his knees like this, begging for release. It went quicker this way, Reid controlling the rhythm, controlling almost everything as Pogue gave it up gladly and made soft little cries with every thrust. He could feel the warmth from the tip of his cock as it pushed into him all the way up to his belly. Or something lower.
One hand slid between his legs before Reid's knocked it away. There was only so much he could do, not quite sure of his balance yet, but it was sweet that he tried. Wasn't much to do anyway.
"Fuck, yeah…"
Pogue gasped. Cried out, the world going white for just a second as he came, shaking. He didn't know when Reid had come but the other boy was collapsed almost overtop of him, one hand visibly trembling on the bed and clutching at the covers. They separated with jerky, shivering movements. Collapsed next to each other, hips twisted to avoid the wet spot.
"Now…" Reid's voice panted. "That's what I'm talking about."
"Do you…" Pogue was about to ask him if he ever shut up, but this didn't seem the time or place. One hand reached over for his friend's.
They lay there for three hours in mostly silence before Reid finally got dressed again and snuck back to his room.
Almost a week later Pogue met a dark-haired girl with a winning smile and a sassy attitude. Reid watched them play together in a crowded room and slipped out the door before anyone but Pogue saw the look on his face. He stopped smiling for a second. They really should talk about it before someone did something stupid, he figured. Somehow, they never did.