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letsdropin) wrote2010-01-31 01:06 am
letsdropin) wrote2010-01-31 01:06 am
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just_muse_me 27.1.2. "Sex is a short cut to everything." - Anne Cumming
It wasn't like Reid hadn't had time to get used to it. Like, all of his life.
But his mom could still get him to kind of fly off the railing. Even if just on the phone. It wasn't something he did or something she did... it just happened.
Okay, so maybe it was something she did. Some things. Like not hearing most of what he was saying, not bothering to answer his questions - and it wasn't like he was asking difficult questions, how she was and how his dad was and was there something new and how were things going. Like still behaving as if she was in control of him still. The rational part of his mind said that she was, because he still loved her; and in other ways, it was too soon for her to have gotten used to the idea that she wasn't.
It didn't matter, not really. He hitched his heels up on the couch, propped his chin on his arm and his arm on his knees. His eyes barely rose when the door to the shared rooms opened and closed, and his lips twitched into as close to a smile as he could, in greeting. Of course, that was enough for Pogue to drop his books on the table and come near, instead of going on into their room or something. "Hey. What's the matter?"
"Nothin'."
"Reid!"
He shrugged.
Then the familiar fingers were running back through his hair. "C'mon, babe. You're worrying me."
"'s nothing." But a moment later. "Just talked with my mom. I'll be fine. In a few."
"Ah." And familiar warm arms were around him, curled up as he was, tugging him against the broad chest of the older blond. Slightly chapped lips brushed, then pressed against his temple. "What did she say?"
"Nothing important. The advantages to having turned twenty-one." He could feel Pogue's grimace, but didn't look. It didn't matter; it was nicer to focus on his friend than on the conversation, anyway, even on the reactions to the conversation. "Any decent shit happening out there? Been stuck in the room since the morning."
"Nah, just the usual. Wanna go out and have a look around?"
Reid shook his head. "No... not really. Unless there's something interesting, but you said there isn't."
Pogue didn't sigh or give any other indication that his friend was being difficult. Instead, the broad palm ran down along the side of his back, and then lingered at the lowest point, then up his thigh. "Then I guess we can just stay in, instead."
There was a small noise from the younger boy, and a nod. A moment of just breathing a little faster and enjoying the sensation. And then he turned sideways and wrapped his arms around his friend, burrowing against him, face buried into his shirt and fingers clutching into it. After a bit, he mumbled, the noise muffled into his chest but still recognizable. "What if she's just right, you know? What if I'm not good enough and somebody needs to really look after me and keep me in line all the time and..."
"I'm all for looking," Pogue interjected, arms tightening around him. "Looking at you, looking over you, looking you over... And let me tell you, I've always found you quite the opposite to not good enough."
That, combined with the touches, definitely got him to quiet down. And think of... something else. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Of course... if you want, you can give me a chance to look you over... so that I'll make sure you're up to my... standards?"
Okay, that was definitely getting the conversation somewhere way better. Reid shifted, pressing closer... the way he was curled up, it wasn't exactly the best position to be suggestive... but he gave it a shot. The position of the other boy's hand was of great help. "Like... now?"
"Mmm-hmm. Unless you have something better to do?"
Reid's head popped, with a familiar half-smirk stretching his lips. "Nothing that can't be postponed."
"Good." The return smile was almost enough to take his breath away, god yeah, Pogue definitely meant that. "Hey, you."
"Hey." Reid's hand crawled down the firm chest and stomach, and hitched fingers up under the hem of his shirt until they brushed skin. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."
"I can work with that." Not that he had ever thought about telling him, but just that twist to Pogue's voice could send his mind to interesting places...
... then again, admittedly, that didn't take much on a general basis.
They ended up moving hard and fast against the headboard of Pogue's bed, not even fully undressed. The rash job of getting to it was definitely made up for by the thorough, sweaty, and good time they took about it.
The clean-up was half-awake, at best, and they got rid of the remaining clothes (shirt here, a sock there) and snuggled under the covers within moments; there wasn't much that either of them wanted to talk about - besides, breath was to be caught and enjoyed against skin or hair, right then, not wasted with words.
When he drifted awake again, Pogue had just shifted, the familiar way in which the older blond took over the bed, any bed, bringing a smile on Reid's face. Which, in turn, made him aware of a strand of hair against (or between? he wasn't about to check) his lips, and he almost laughed, right then, but swallowed it, and shifted closer, more easily under the other boy's weight. Even the shifting was familiar; he knew how much he could move without waking him up, and that he could snuggle against him even so. The warmth that Pogue radiated was always welcome; as though even in sleep the glow that he gave off, that he touched people with, was still there.
Reid definitely liked that.
He sighed, lightly, way more relaxed than he'd been before, very, very definitely. Closed his eyes, and let his mind drift, calm, warmed up, and, yes, loved. Even if it was just fooling around with Pogue or with Tyler. It was still an acceptance that was complete and soothing and totally awesome.
Before sleep claimed him again, his lips curled at the thought - that sex might not be a shortcut to everything. But - and his boys knew that very well - with him it was definitely one to physical comfort. And peace.
It was a good place to get to.
Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 090
A/N: Pogue islieutenantwitch, used with permission and much, much love. Warning: Digression in smutty.
But his mom could still get him to kind of fly off the railing. Even if just on the phone. It wasn't something he did or something she did... it just happened.
Okay, so maybe it was something she did. Some things. Like not hearing most of what he was saying, not bothering to answer his questions - and it wasn't like he was asking difficult questions, how she was and how his dad was and was there something new and how were things going. Like still behaving as if she was in control of him still. The rational part of his mind said that she was, because he still loved her; and in other ways, it was too soon for her to have gotten used to the idea that she wasn't.
It didn't matter, not really. He hitched his heels up on the couch, propped his chin on his arm and his arm on his knees. His eyes barely rose when the door to the shared rooms opened and closed, and his lips twitched into as close to a smile as he could, in greeting. Of course, that was enough for Pogue to drop his books on the table and come near, instead of going on into their room or something. "Hey. What's the matter?"
"Nothin'."
"Reid!"
He shrugged.
Then the familiar fingers were running back through his hair. "C'mon, babe. You're worrying me."
"'s nothing." But a moment later. "Just talked with my mom. I'll be fine. In a few."
"Ah." And familiar warm arms were around him, curled up as he was, tugging him against the broad chest of the older blond. Slightly chapped lips brushed, then pressed against his temple. "What did she say?"
"Nothing important. The advantages to having turned twenty-one." He could feel Pogue's grimace, but didn't look. It didn't matter; it was nicer to focus on his friend than on the conversation, anyway, even on the reactions to the conversation. "Any decent shit happening out there? Been stuck in the room since the morning."
"Nah, just the usual. Wanna go out and have a look around?"
Reid shook his head. "No... not really. Unless there's something interesting, but you said there isn't."
Pogue didn't sigh or give any other indication that his friend was being difficult. Instead, the broad palm ran down along the side of his back, and then lingered at the lowest point, then up his thigh. "Then I guess we can just stay in, instead."
There was a small noise from the younger boy, and a nod. A moment of just breathing a little faster and enjoying the sensation. And then he turned sideways and wrapped his arms around his friend, burrowing against him, face buried into his shirt and fingers clutching into it. After a bit, he mumbled, the noise muffled into his chest but still recognizable. "What if she's just right, you know? What if I'm not good enough and somebody needs to really look after me and keep me in line all the time and..."
"I'm all for looking," Pogue interjected, arms tightening around him. "Looking at you, looking over you, looking you over... And let me tell you, I've always found you quite the opposite to not good enough."
That, combined with the touches, definitely got him to quiet down. And think of... something else. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Of course... if you want, you can give me a chance to look you over... so that I'll make sure you're up to my... standards?"
Okay, that was definitely getting the conversation somewhere way better. Reid shifted, pressing closer... the way he was curled up, it wasn't exactly the best position to be suggestive... but he gave it a shot. The position of the other boy's hand was of great help. "Like... now?"
"Mmm-hmm. Unless you have something better to do?"
Reid's head popped, with a familiar half-smirk stretching his lips. "Nothing that can't be postponed."
"Good." The return smile was almost enough to take his breath away, god yeah, Pogue definitely meant that. "Hey, you."
"Hey." Reid's hand crawled down the firm chest and stomach, and hitched fingers up under the hem of his shirt until they brushed skin. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."
"I can work with that." Not that he had ever thought about telling him, but just that twist to Pogue's voice could send his mind to interesting places...
... then again, admittedly, that didn't take much on a general basis.
They ended up moving hard and fast against the headboard of Pogue's bed, not even fully undressed. The rash job of getting to it was definitely made up for by the thorough, sweaty, and good time they took about it.
The clean-up was half-awake, at best, and they got rid of the remaining clothes (shirt here, a sock there) and snuggled under the covers within moments; there wasn't much that either of them wanted to talk about - besides, breath was to be caught and enjoyed against skin or hair, right then, not wasted with words.
When he drifted awake again, Pogue had just shifted, the familiar way in which the older blond took over the bed, any bed, bringing a smile on Reid's face. Which, in turn, made him aware of a strand of hair against (or between? he wasn't about to check) his lips, and he almost laughed, right then, but swallowed it, and shifted closer, more easily under the other boy's weight. Even the shifting was familiar; he knew how much he could move without waking him up, and that he could snuggle against him even so. The warmth that Pogue radiated was always welcome; as though even in sleep the glow that he gave off, that he touched people with, was still there.
Reid definitely liked that.
He sighed, lightly, way more relaxed than he'd been before, very, very definitely. Closed his eyes, and let his mind drift, calm, warmed up, and, yes, loved. Even if it was just fooling around with Pogue or with Tyler. It was still an acceptance that was complete and soothing and totally awesome.
Before sleep claimed him again, his lips curled at the thought - that sex might not be a shortcut to everything. But - and his boys knew that very well - with him it was definitely one to physical comfort. And peace.
It was a good place to get to.
Muse: Reid Garwin
Fandom: The Covenant
Word count: 1 090
A/N: Pogue is
lieutenantwitch, used with permission and much, much love. Warning: Digression in smutty.