[Fic] Wonderful Tonight
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kittydesadeTitle: Wonderful Tonight
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Caleb/Pogue
Word Count: 1,185
Rating: PG
Summary: The last two left standing at Tyler's 21st birthday party
Pogue wasn't sure how Tyler had managed to convince the old man to let them stay in the bar this long after closing. If it had been Reid he would have suspected some use of Power, but with Tyler it might just as easily have been a guileless look and a reminder that it was the youngest Son of Ipswich's twenty-first birthday.
However it came about, the four of them were still in Nicky's past closing time, after the last of the party goers had dispersed. Playing pool and nursing their last few beers, one each, Pogue thought. Hard to tell.
Tyler, responsible Tyler, was going around and collecting their empties and trashing them. Caleb went over and grabbed a handful from him after the first few tables. "Hey, man, let us get that. Birthday boy shouldn't have to do anything."
"Yeah, and if I don't, Reid will just sit there and keep pounding on the jukebox…"
"I am not!"
"And Pogue'll just fall asleep on the table."
Which might have been true, normally. Caleb and Reid had been playing pool on the other table, but Pogue had clambered up on a dare to do some ridiculous dance maneuver or another. After that he'd settled back down to a seated position, and then stretched out face first on the table.
"'m not asleep," he muttered into the felt. He wasn't, either. He could see Tyler moving through his field of vision with the bottles, Caleb coming towards him, shaking his head. Then bending sideways over the pool table with that grin of his. Pogue smiled back through his hair that had fallen over his face.
"Hey, you."
And just like that, the world narrowed to a private moment between the two of them. Caleb brushed some of Pogue's hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. It would last until he moved his head again, but it was the feel of Caleb's fingertips over his face that he loved.
"Hey, you." Pogue smiled. "How's the birthday boy doing?"
"Cleaning up," Caleb laughed, pulling up a stool and sitting in front of him. "Even though I told him not to."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Pogue heard Tyler's voice carry over the bar, and then Reid said something, but he couldn't quite make it out what it was. He heard the glass clinking again, feet moving across the floor. For a moment he thought about sitting up and looking around, then decided against it.
"Hey," Caleb said, one hand resting light on his shoulder. "Are you actually falling asleep there?"
Pogue shook his head and rolled onto his back, stretching out till his shirt rucked up above his stomach. Cold air over his skin made him shiver and lower his arms again. If they had been in private he might have kept the stretch, given Caleb a chance to do something like touch or kiss. For a moment he closed his eyes and fantasized about it, his lover's warm lips over his stomach, moving higher or lower, it didn't much matter. It was all erotic.
"No…" After a second to sit up halfway and crank his neck around, make sure neither of the other two boys could see or be embarrassed. "C'mere."
It was more than a little awkward to tug Caleb onto the pool table, and it creaked and shuddered under their weight. And it settled as soon as they were on and cuddled together.
"I think that went pretty well, don't you?"
He loved the sound of Caleb's voice rumbling softly just past his ear. Or feeling his chest rise and fall beneath his hand.
"I think Reid'll be saying what we could have had or should have done differently for weeks," Pogue laughed quietly, cranking his neck up and sideways again to check on them. "Yeah, I think it went well."
Reid sounded like he was throwing himself into the side of a booth and banging his head against the wall as he landed. At least, Pogue assumed that was Reid, Tyler wasn't usually given to such large gestures. The clinking of glass into the trash cans had stopped, though. It felt good to be stretched out and resting, even if it was on the pool table. It felt good to be snuggled up to Caleb at the end of a long, though fun, day.
"You are falling asleep."
He had been, too, and he hadn't realized it. "Was not."
"You were snoring."
Pogue grinned into his shirt. There had been a time, not so long ago, when he'd been afraid of never hearing the sound of laughter in his friend's, in his lover's voice. Now it came, maybe not as readily as it used to, but close enough.
"I don't snore. You snore. I don't snore." They both snored, actually. And they both enjoyed it.
Caleb made some sort of noise that was sort of between a disbelieving snort and a laugh and shoved him off. "No falling asleep on the pool table."
He didn't think he'd been out that long. But it was long enough for Reid to fall asleep with his head against the wall, mouth slightly open. Long enough for Tyler to be leaning on the bar watching the rest of them with bleary eyes. "Looks like I'm not the only one falling asleep."
"Yeah," Caleb was over by the jukebox. "We'll be heading home in a second."
"Why in a…" he started to ask, except then the music started up and the grin was automatic. It had to be.
They came together with fingers lightly sliding through fingers and hands clasping and arms around each other's waists and turning with more coordination than they'd ever displayed on a public dance floor. It was easier; they knew each other's bodies better than they would ever know anyone else.
And it wasn't that the song was anything special. Only the first song they'd ever actually danced to, as Caleb recovered from their senior year. It wasn't anything that had stuck in his head, first he remembered the artist but not the name of the song, then he'd remember the chorus but not the name or the artist, then he'd remember the name but couldn't remember who'd done it. But he knew it when he heard it. And Caleb always knew where it was on the jukebox.
Caleb's fingers tapped the beat out for the last minute or so on the backs of his fingers. Pogue was dancing with his eyes half-closed, as though he could hold the moment tighter if he just didn't focus too much on the visuals. If the moment could hang in the air. If they could stay in this drifting, warm and familiar joy for as long as they wanted.
Almost.
The song stuttered out and Pogue chuckled wryly, dropping his head. Felt Caleb's lips brushing his forehead, felt his fingertips brushing the hair off his face. Again.
"Better get them home before they fall asleep."
Fabric skidded against vinyl and thumped to the floor. Reid's sleepy voice tripped over the various curse words.
"Too late."
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Caleb/Pogue
Word Count: 1,185
Rating: PG
Summary: The last two left standing at Tyler's 21st birthday party
Pogue wasn't sure how Tyler had managed to convince the old man to let them stay in the bar this long after closing. If it had been Reid he would have suspected some use of Power, but with Tyler it might just as easily have been a guileless look and a reminder that it was the youngest Son of Ipswich's twenty-first birthday.
However it came about, the four of them were still in Nicky's past closing time, after the last of the party goers had dispersed. Playing pool and nursing their last few beers, one each, Pogue thought. Hard to tell.
Tyler, responsible Tyler, was going around and collecting their empties and trashing them. Caleb went over and grabbed a handful from him after the first few tables. "Hey, man, let us get that. Birthday boy shouldn't have to do anything."
"Yeah, and if I don't, Reid will just sit there and keep pounding on the jukebox…"
"I am not!"
"And Pogue'll just fall asleep on the table."
Which might have been true, normally. Caleb and Reid had been playing pool on the other table, but Pogue had clambered up on a dare to do some ridiculous dance maneuver or another. After that he'd settled back down to a seated position, and then stretched out face first on the table.
"'m not asleep," he muttered into the felt. He wasn't, either. He could see Tyler moving through his field of vision with the bottles, Caleb coming towards him, shaking his head. Then bending sideways over the pool table with that grin of his. Pogue smiled back through his hair that had fallen over his face.
"Hey, you."
And just like that, the world narrowed to a private moment between the two of them. Caleb brushed some of Pogue's hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. It would last until he moved his head again, but it was the feel of Caleb's fingertips over his face that he loved.
"Hey, you." Pogue smiled. "How's the birthday boy doing?"
"Cleaning up," Caleb laughed, pulling up a stool and sitting in front of him. "Even though I told him not to."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Pogue heard Tyler's voice carry over the bar, and then Reid said something, but he couldn't quite make it out what it was. He heard the glass clinking again, feet moving across the floor. For a moment he thought about sitting up and looking around, then decided against it.
"Hey," Caleb said, one hand resting light on his shoulder. "Are you actually falling asleep there?"
Pogue shook his head and rolled onto his back, stretching out till his shirt rucked up above his stomach. Cold air over his skin made him shiver and lower his arms again. If they had been in private he might have kept the stretch, given Caleb a chance to do something like touch or kiss. For a moment he closed his eyes and fantasized about it, his lover's warm lips over his stomach, moving higher or lower, it didn't much matter. It was all erotic.
"No…" After a second to sit up halfway and crank his neck around, make sure neither of the other two boys could see or be embarrassed. "C'mere."
It was more than a little awkward to tug Caleb onto the pool table, and it creaked and shuddered under their weight. And it settled as soon as they were on and cuddled together.
"I think that went pretty well, don't you?"
He loved the sound of Caleb's voice rumbling softly just past his ear. Or feeling his chest rise and fall beneath his hand.
"I think Reid'll be saying what we could have had or should have done differently for weeks," Pogue laughed quietly, cranking his neck up and sideways again to check on them. "Yeah, I think it went well."
Reid sounded like he was throwing himself into the side of a booth and banging his head against the wall as he landed. At least, Pogue assumed that was Reid, Tyler wasn't usually given to such large gestures. The clinking of glass into the trash cans had stopped, though. It felt good to be stretched out and resting, even if it was on the pool table. It felt good to be snuggled up to Caleb at the end of a long, though fun, day.
"You are falling asleep."
He had been, too, and he hadn't realized it. "Was not."
"You were snoring."
Pogue grinned into his shirt. There had been a time, not so long ago, when he'd been afraid of never hearing the sound of laughter in his friend's, in his lover's voice. Now it came, maybe not as readily as it used to, but close enough.
"I don't snore. You snore. I don't snore." They both snored, actually. And they both enjoyed it.
Caleb made some sort of noise that was sort of between a disbelieving snort and a laugh and shoved him off. "No falling asleep on the pool table."
He didn't think he'd been out that long. But it was long enough for Reid to fall asleep with his head against the wall, mouth slightly open. Long enough for Tyler to be leaning on the bar watching the rest of them with bleary eyes. "Looks like I'm not the only one falling asleep."
"Yeah," Caleb was over by the jukebox. "We'll be heading home in a second."
"Why in a…" he started to ask, except then the music started up and the grin was automatic. It had to be.
They came together with fingers lightly sliding through fingers and hands clasping and arms around each other's waists and turning with more coordination than they'd ever displayed on a public dance floor. It was easier; they knew each other's bodies better than they would ever know anyone else.
And it wasn't that the song was anything special. Only the first song they'd ever actually danced to, as Caleb recovered from their senior year. It wasn't anything that had stuck in his head, first he remembered the artist but not the name of the song, then he'd remember the chorus but not the name or the artist, then he'd remember the name but couldn't remember who'd done it. But he knew it when he heard it. And Caleb always knew where it was on the jukebox.
Caleb's fingers tapped the beat out for the last minute or so on the backs of his fingers. Pogue was dancing with his eyes half-closed, as though he could hold the moment tighter if he just didn't focus too much on the visuals. If the moment could hang in the air. If they could stay in this drifting, warm and familiar joy for as long as they wanted.
Almost.
The song stuttered out and Pogue chuckled wryly, dropping his head. Felt Caleb's lips brushing his forehead, felt his fingertips brushing the hair off his face. Again.
"Better get them home before they fall asleep."
Fabric skidded against vinyl and thumped to the floor. Reid's sleepy voice tripped over the various curse words.
"Too late."