[Fic] Cold Pizza
Mar. 16th, 2007 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTitle: Cold Pizza
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Caleb, Pogue
Prompt: Life
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Summary: A day in the life of two boys at college. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lover100
It started out clandestine, for no reason that he could discover. Little touches stolen while the others were out. Kisses and explorations in corners, in secret places. He thought, although he never really confirmed or felt strongly to, that it was because it was new. And it was delicate. If they'd been like most other couples on campus, advertising it as soon as it was there, necking on every couch in every lounge they frequented, it would be too quickly over. Or upset. Or something.
That, and there were other people to consider. He didn't really want other people weighing in right then, and he didn't think Caleb did either.
Weeks passed. They made love for the first time. They held hands in public for the first time. They did a lot of things for the first time. Sarah found out and helped orchestrate a Valentine's Day to remember. Months passed. Things settled down.
The calender was stuck on March on the kitchen wall, when it was almost time to pack up and head home. Appointments had stopped around the twenty third, unmarked, along with anniversaries. Although three month and six month and things like that... that was for high school. And girls. Pogue smiled a little, looking over the counter at the top of Caleb's head, just peeking over the arm of the couch. He'd probably fallen asleep doing Stats homework.
The oven timer didn't even raise a stir. He put the pizza in, took it out again quickly and put on enough slices for both of them (just about filling the pan) and put it back in again, resetting the timer. College food. Pizza. One of the drawbacks of growing up in luxury was never really learning how to cook.
It wouldn't take more than ten minutes. But that was ten minutes he could sit on the floor and watch Caleb sprawled out over the couch with his head half on the arm and one hand dangling down, drifting at the very least or dead asleep. Ten minutes of tracing every dangling finger and feeling the warmth of his hand on his, palm against palm. Memorizing his face as though he could live in this moment forever. Wrap it around them both and keep them here, just the two of them. He had the longest lashes of anyone, so beautiful. Lips that were totally made for kissing, so he did.
Which was when Caleb pulled him down, arms wrapped tight around him and grinning as he kissed him back. Pogue went sprawling overtop of him, laughed.
"Faker."
"Uh-huh."
"Is that your stats book or are you just happy to see me?"
Caleb's tongue stopped the rest of the words from coming out. They'd been bad words anyway. Or at least silly ones.
Matters progressed. The stats textbook and the notebook hit the floor unnoticed, lost in waves of hair and hands and kisses and love and the glowing heat of love that stole breath away and made hearts stumble in their rhythm.
The oven timer made them stumble in their kisses, and Pogue almost fell off the couch with a laugh. Caleb caught him with one arm around his waist and the other hand dug into the couch, grinning.
"Come on, don't go..."
"That's the oven, man. The pizza's gonna burn."
"So? C'mere..."
More kisses. One hunger was replaced by another as Caleb started tugging up the edge of his shirt, teeth grazing over his lip. Pogue rolled back onto the couch, onto his lover, with a motion that sent them sliding against each other and both gasping at the contact.
"The smoke alarm's gonna go off."
"It goes off once a week when Reid burns the popcorn."
Nails light down his back, making him arch and sigh. More kisses, not light, hot and intense and broken by whispered words that made it hard to breathe. I love you. I love you too. Stay with me. Always.
Time faded. The world went away. The pizza smell started to fill the room.
"... Now I'm hungry."
"Told you so."
Laughing, Caleb rolled Pogue off of him and bounded over the couch, racing for the kitchen. "Last one there goes hungry!" Pogue hit the ground, rolled, bounced to his feet and chased after him.
"Hey!"
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Caleb, Pogue
Prompt: Life
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Summary: A day in the life of two boys at college. Written for
lover100It started out clandestine, for no reason that he could discover. Little touches stolen while the others were out. Kisses and explorations in corners, in secret places. He thought, although he never really confirmed or felt strongly to, that it was because it was new. And it was delicate. If they'd been like most other couples on campus, advertising it as soon as it was there, necking on every couch in every lounge they frequented, it would be too quickly over. Or upset. Or something.
That, and there were other people to consider. He didn't really want other people weighing in right then, and he didn't think Caleb did either.
Weeks passed. They made love for the first time. They held hands in public for the first time. They did a lot of things for the first time. Sarah found out and helped orchestrate a Valentine's Day to remember. Months passed. Things settled down.
The calender was stuck on March on the kitchen wall, when it was almost time to pack up and head home. Appointments had stopped around the twenty third, unmarked, along with anniversaries. Although three month and six month and things like that... that was for high school. And girls. Pogue smiled a little, looking over the counter at the top of Caleb's head, just peeking over the arm of the couch. He'd probably fallen asleep doing Stats homework.
The oven timer didn't even raise a stir. He put the pizza in, took it out again quickly and put on enough slices for both of them (just about filling the pan) and put it back in again, resetting the timer. College food. Pizza. One of the drawbacks of growing up in luxury was never really learning how to cook.
It wouldn't take more than ten minutes. But that was ten minutes he could sit on the floor and watch Caleb sprawled out over the couch with his head half on the arm and one hand dangling down, drifting at the very least or dead asleep. Ten minutes of tracing every dangling finger and feeling the warmth of his hand on his, palm against palm. Memorizing his face as though he could live in this moment forever. Wrap it around them both and keep them here, just the two of them. He had the longest lashes of anyone, so beautiful. Lips that were totally made for kissing, so he did.
Which was when Caleb pulled him down, arms wrapped tight around him and grinning as he kissed him back. Pogue went sprawling overtop of him, laughed.
"Faker."
"Uh-huh."
"Is that your stats book or are you just happy to see me?"
Caleb's tongue stopped the rest of the words from coming out. They'd been bad words anyway. Or at least silly ones.
Matters progressed. The stats textbook and the notebook hit the floor unnoticed, lost in waves of hair and hands and kisses and love and the glowing heat of love that stole breath away and made hearts stumble in their rhythm.
The oven timer made them stumble in their kisses, and Pogue almost fell off the couch with a laugh. Caleb caught him with one arm around his waist and the other hand dug into the couch, grinning.
"Come on, don't go..."
"That's the oven, man. The pizza's gonna burn."
"So? C'mere..."
More kisses. One hunger was replaced by another as Caleb started tugging up the edge of his shirt, teeth grazing over his lip. Pogue rolled back onto the couch, onto his lover, with a motion that sent them sliding against each other and both gasping at the contact.
"The smoke alarm's gonna go off."
"It goes off once a week when Reid burns the popcorn."
Nails light down his back, making him arch and sigh. More kisses, not light, hot and intense and broken by whispered words that made it hard to breathe. I love you. I love you too. Stay with me. Always.
Time faded. The world went away. The pizza smell started to fill the room.
"... Now I'm hungry."
"Told you so."
Laughing, Caleb rolled Pogue off of him and bounded over the couch, racing for the kitchen. "Last one there goes hungry!" Pogue hit the ground, rolled, bounced to his feet and chased after him.
"Hey!"