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Tyler waited until Reid was stripped before shucking off his sweatpants (what? he'd just gotten up) and stepping in under the water, tugging the blond with him. "And then you got caught up, and then the sun was coming up. I know." His voice is still soft with sleepy but also, now, affection, and he starts running his fingers through Reid's damp hair. "You're a mess. Was it really that hot out?"

Considering Reid's usual preferences, it's not that he had that much more to strip! Besides, he was all kinds of glad Tyler was there, like that, and just... yeah.

... oh. And shower together. Even better.

He took a deeper breath, stepping close to him without hesitation. "Sort of? I was too..." Strung out. "Too something to stop. And it sort of made sense. And then I got to the part that might work, and started fiddling with it, I mean, that's when I sent out the texts, but it's not... I just." No, he hadn't Used. But had experimented with some of the rest of it, but.

But it was hot outside. "Kind of? Yeah, it is. I mean, I came out of my cool room and was half as drenched as you saw the shirt by the time I got to the cab. So, I guess it is, right?"

"That's way too hot for this early in the morning, yeah." Not that it was all that, early, but still. Morning in New England.

The rest of it... god, Reid was bouncing all over the place. Not the excited kind of hyper that Tyler was more comfortable with, either, this was manic. This was nervous, maybe upset, definitely excited Reid, who'd been pursuing something long enough that he needed to be ... it was like it needed to be gently pried out of his fingers to get him to put it down.

Tyler started soaping up a cloth to scrub him down. "You just... I know." He didn't quite have words to explain how he knew, but he did. Just like he knew Reid hadn't Used, even if Caleb might ask three or four times just to be sure. That was Caleb.

And this was him and Reid. "We'll talk about it when the others get the message, and after you've gotten some sleep." He started running the cloth over Reid's body, soaping him up with more brisk movements than actually sensual or anything.

Although after he'd gotten one good scrub in, he did start, crouched, gently kneading the muscles of his legs, calves up to thighs. "You're all wound up. Relax."

"... yeah, easy for you to tell me to relax when you're setting my skin on fire, right?" But it was more a blurt than a complaint, well, it was definitely not a complaint. The running water... was changing things. Muting some of the sensations while bringing others into focus.

Long breath out, as one hand unclenched - why were his hands fisted anyway? He made an effort to relax the other one, too - and moved to rest on the dark, water-matted curls. Lightly, in a way. Almost buzzing, too.

"I tried, you see. Sleep, I mean. Before that. It didn't work. Thought I might as well be useful."

Running his free hand over his face. Up, raking wet strands away from his eyes. "Right. Relax." Deep breath.

... and, of course, sputtering as he breathed in water.

"You'll be really relaxed when I'm done with you," he murmured, grinning. Then rose slowly but with balance and determination, taking his shoulders in his hands. "Hey. Water is for drinking and bathing, not breathing, remember?"

Foreheads touching again. One hand on his waist, the other coming up to cup his cheek, thumb tracing the curve of his cheek. Catching a glimpse of the blond hair darkened by water before he was too close. And the water poured down around them.

"I got you, blondie," he murmured. "'s okay."

He didn't even know what in particular had gotten Reid all stirred up like this, although he had an idea of the factors. Being up too late on only coffee, for starters. Being home, or at the underground room, neither of which sat well with him and especially when he was alone. Dealing with Chase, even if it was only peripherally, with the research. Looking at the stuff and how it would work, on several levels.

Maybe they'd talk about it later, after they were safe in bed and had gotten some sleep. Maybe Reid would tell him. Right now, just. Washing off. Rinsing off the sleep from him and the sweat from Reid and they were probably mostly clean, now, but he'd give the other boy a minute to catch his breath.

The smile was lost in trying to catch his breath; but then he eased off, looking across at Tyler with an expression of distaste at himself. "Yeah, I'm usually way better at remembering this. Ugh." He ducked his head a little to actually get a deep breath...

... and then Tyler was right there again, and Reid touched his face, too, so close... it was much better than anything else he could come up with to stop the post-sputter flailing.

"I..." Small nod, not moving away from the touch. Closing his eyes for a moment, only a moment, while his other hand slid up over the side of Tyler's thigh, his hip, settling against the small of his back. Or a tad lower. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, you know what fine stands for, right?" But he was smiling, stepping into Reid, close enough that if he so much as leaned a little bit forward he'd almost be kissing him. He kind of wanted to, too.

Instead he reached the hand around his waist back behind him to turn the water off, then reached for the towel. "Eh, you will be fine. You just need to burn off some of that energy..." He could almost see the ragged, near-manic energy leaving him, too, even now. "And get some sleep in a warm, safe bed."

With him, was the subtext of that last comment.

"Hmm?" But he was definitely way more interested in the proximity and the smile and the sound of his voice, right now, than the words themselves. Kissing didn't really occur to him.

Pressing him closer with his arm, did, and he did it, too.

Slight twitch of his lips. "Well. I believe," the scarcely shifted, but it was enough, not that Tyler had been unaware of things, "that I'm quite enthusiastic about the whole energy burning part." Beat. Softer. "And I'm looking forward to the other part, although I sent the text to everybody, so when Pogue and Caleb wake up, they'll get in touch to ask what it was about?"

Although, the idea of both parts was very, very appealing.

"They can leave a message." Tyler was very firm on that point.

And, you know, on some other points, too. Much as he was more concerned with taking care of Reid at the moment, the blond had been naked, wet, and in close proximity, and his body was not unaware of the fact.

And he might have been just a little closer, a little more than he needed to be, when toweling Reid dry. Close enough that Reid could feel how aware his body was of his proximity and his appeal. Soft skin against soft, firm skin. He wrapped the towel around Reid's shoulders and his arms around his towel clad shoulders and pulled them together and did, finally, give in just for a moment and kiss him lightly on the mouth. Then just held him close.

Then, chin on his shoulder. "So. Bed?"

"Yeah, that'll only go so far..." But it was mostly mumbled. Just because. It was seldom that Tyler took charge quite like this - over Reid himself, more often. Deciding in advance for the other two... heh. Mmm. Blue eyes sparkled with even more interest.

And oh, hell, this felt good. The proximity, the sensation. Hell, even the way his hands were gentle with the towel, all of it.

Then, kiss. It was so light and brief, and yet his lips suddenly tingled, and his eyes opened wider, both startled at Tyler doing it and at the sensation... but what followed was another hug, close, and his arms snuck out from under the towel to hold back.

"Mmm." Okay, not so much tingly as to have problem talking. Good. "Think I get to take my turn drying you first."

And while he was focused on the task at hand... mostly, he didn't make himself resist the want to touch too much.

Well, it was also seldom that Tyler felt like he needed to. Usually they were all pretty good at taking care of themselves, of each other, but right now he was pretty sure at least some of them were suffering altered judgment. And he knew, without knowing how, that this was the best thing at least for Reid.

Tyler grinned, though, when Reid took hold of the towel. "Okay." Even more of a grin, a little. "Far be it from me to deny you the chance to get your hands on a beautiful body."

And anyway, this wasn't about restraint that way. And Reid's hands on his body, even toweling him off, made restraint a little ~~harder~~ more difficult. Bed soon, though. Or maybe floor, then bed. Or against the sink or desk or, wherever. Then bed.

"Hands, lips, tongue... and other part of me..." Reid smirked up at him, hell, grazed teeth very lightly over the smooth - now dry, ish - skin on his shoulder. "You name it, baby boy. Because it sure is a beautiful body."

Towel carelessly draped over the shower curtain, Reid made a half step back. Not away so much as just to be able to make a point of looking him over. Ish. ... well, no, no ish about it, he did look as much as he could, because it was a damn fine sight.

"... damn." Grinning back at him. Still a little bit of the hyper edge to it; but way less than when he'd showed up.

He couldn't help it; he had to go there. "If I told you you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?" Grinning, waggling his eyebrows a bit. Letting Reid pick the time to head to bed, or where they'd go.

But, reaching out to hold his hand anyway, because, contact was good. "See something you like?"

Reid's eyebrows rose, and he smirked, actually pulling himself up, straightening his shoulder and, well, showing off. "Hold it against you? Hmmm. Yup. Every. Single. Inch. of it." Smirk. "And you'll love it, too." ... right?

Ahem.

Mmm hand. Enough to slip around and run fingertips along the back of his hand, the wrist, along the arm. Shoulder. Then down his chest. And down.

And further down.

Then smirk, tugging at the shower curtain. "Shall we?"

"Oh yeah." Of that, loving every moment, every inch, he had no doubt. And when Reid pulled himself up like that, well, he had to look at what was given to him to look.

And, yeah. Where Reid touched him he did gasp or sigh a little, hips rolling forward. Mmm.

"Lead the way, smartass." Tyler grinned at him, following him out of the shower and towards the bedroom.

... ohyeah. That look makes Reid's grin beam wider, eyes glittering. "Mmmm. I like that look on you. Just saying."

And that. And that sound. God yes.

Smirk up over his shoulder. "And you'll follow in the brilliant trail I blaze?" No, the hyper hadn't quite gone away, just changed into something more familiar.

Actually, he paused, suddenly enough for Tyler to not have time to react but walking into him, just inside the door, rolling his, well, smart ass against the younger boy's, uh, hips.

Oof. Or maybe unf. That felt good, real good, so good that he slid his hands up over Reid's hips and curling over his hipbones and pushing up against him a bit.

"I think you got something blazing, all right." Softly in his ear. Nuzzling at his neck a little, wrapping his arms around his waist. One hand slid down just brushing over the edge of darker blond curls, then tracing over the top of his thigh.

"This what you wanted?" Rocking his hips against him, sliding his cock up and down between his cheeks.

Reid shuddered at the voice, this close, in combination with this kind of touching. All of it. Fore and aft. The slip-sliding. The warm fingers, hand. God.

Now suddenly he wasn't feeling scattered or unfocused at all; all the hyper somehow focused on every single point of contact.

"Hell yeah I want this." He leaned a little to press his back a little against Tyler's chest. "I want... I want it all."

Tingling, all over his skin. Hot pressure, inside out, on his cock, but nowhere near unbearable yet. Just want. Much want. One hand reaching back to rest, palm flat, on the side of Tyler's hip. "Want... so much." Voice suddenly dropped to a rolling rasp, breathless. "Y-you?"

Tyler nipped lightly at his earlobe, at the side of his neck. He loved making Reid react like that, all those little shivers and the sound of his voice. Being able to get that from him.

Reid could probably tell how much he liked it, given how he was pressed into him. "I dunno." He rocked his hips into him again, just for emphasis. "What do you think?"

And then, slowly, walking them to the bed. Or at least in front of the bed. Next to the bedside table, 'cause that was where the lube was, and there wasn't exactly a handy substitute on the way there.

"You think you can take all this?" Still a soft murmur, teeth tugging gently at his ear. "Maybe I should just bend you over the bed right now..."

And another shiver, a slight whimper, at the nipping. He wanted him, wanted this, so much right now? It kind of bordered on the feeling of wanting to Use more when he was already powered up. Similarly feeling electricity coursing through his whole body, sparks of sensation where Tyler chose to work him. Except... different. Another flavor. A familiar one, and... much safer.

"Just... checking, you know?" But quiet. The drive to ask sort of calmed down by the voice, the tease, the, well, the emphasis. For all his preening moments ago, Reid was very far from free from the insecurities; this... helped. Calm them down, rather than swallow them away. "Not sure thinking's... on, too much, you know?"

Bed. Table.

Lube ohhellyeah...

Another whimper at the light ... bite, the air of the words gently warming around the pointed sensation. "I can... take it. All. Do you think," and here he turned just a bit, blue eyes darkened with desire, but still sparkling, "that if you do that, I'll expend enough energy, hmm?" Beat. "'cause I do like the idea..."

Much, much safer.

Tyler had gotten used to Reid's insecurities over the years. Not so much that he was aware of them, consciously, but the way Reid acted. The things that hurt him, that Tyler tried to fix, whether or not he had caused the hurt. And it meant that Tyler was constantly reassuring him or trying to, in small ways, and not on purpose. It was just how he acted.

Like now. Touching, talking. Focusing his attention on Reid, on making him feel good. Making him feel wanted.

And on making him want so much and so hard that when they finally reached a climax he'd be so exhausted with his body's reaction coming down from that he might actually get some damn sleep. (Although by now this was almost secondary.)

"I think I'm gonna ride you so hard you'll be almost asleep before we clean up," Tyler grinned into the curve of his neck. "I think I wanna make you scream my name when you come. I think I'm gonna make your legs go weak and your toes curl, think that'll expend enough energy?"

And while he was doing that, the hand not pressing Reid to him at his waist was reaching for the lube. Because, teasing like this needed to be backed up by readiness to fuck, definitely.

"Oh fuck, yeah, Ty..." The words were gasped out, Tyler's voice making it almost real, so close, and the feel against him a promise to back it up, and, oohhyeah.

One arm crossed with Tyler's to grab a little at his hip and press back, close, so close. The other one up over his head, burrowed a little into the darker hair, thumb caressing, touching, skin where he could. Temple, ear's edge, All he could think of, and no, thinking wasn't working well at all, but, god, he wanted.

"I think... you might... manage to make that happen. Although right now you're not getting my legs weak... just... all muscles tensed up. So you'll get to shove in... into somewhere that's tight, and hot, around you. Think you'll like that?"

"Oh yeah..." he breathed. Yeah, that wasn't helping, or was, or something. Getting him hotter was what it was doing. Thinking of Reid all tight and hot around him, pressing up against him on the bed and thrusting into him and, mmph. So hot.

"Wait, not weak and relaxed?" he smirked. Okay, it didn't come out as smooth as he wanted, he had to stop to take a breath in there, but still. "Might have to fix that."

Well, no, not fix. But it was an excuse. To transition into (even if he did grab the lube and start unscrewing the top halfway) leaning back a bit and nuzzling at the back of his neck. The back of his shoulders. Kissing his way lightly down, then tracing the tip of his tongue down the lower part of Reid's spine. Slowly, but steadily. The hand on his hip shifting away, out from under Reid's arm, fingertips tracing little circles over the back of Reid's hand for a second, just for the contact. A little reassuring touch of I'm right here. And then that hand moved down the outside of his thigh, and back up inside again, two fingertips right up till his fingers were pressed lightly against his balls and moving in slow circles..

And that, right as he'd reached a crouching position and, no. He'd have to put the lube down for this. "Spread 'em, blondie," he murmured, before easing his fingers between his cheeks and parting him just enough to touch the tip of his tongue to sensitive skin. Swirling nice and slow circles, not quite in rhythm of the circles of his fingers, but close.

"Give me your very best shot, baby boy." Slight smirk, just as much as he could get out through the breathlessness. Definitely encouraging.

And then touches and kisses... Tyler slipped away from his touch, but now he could tuck his head down and watch him, too, a little. The way the muscles bunched on his shoulder when he moved. The faint sheen that had reasserted itself even after the shower, making his already VERY well-liked skin even more attractive. Reaching back to run a finger over his upper arm, slight whimper at the tongue on the small of his back, whimper and a soft line of expletives--

And then there were fingers on his balls, and his voice choked out, his cock twitched, leaking even more, and he shuddered, fingers grabbing a little at the arm they were just tease-touching.

And he spread them indeed. Moaning, in time with the tongue's circles, shivering in time with the others. "Sweet motherfucking father of Christ, Ty. Oh yeah."

Tyler let out a little chuckle, swirling his fingers a couple more times before switching to more cupping and stroking, rubbing. Before withdrawing and sitting back on his heels for a second, long enough to murmur. "Good enough?" With a little smirk in his voice.

And even if Reid responded he didn't give him much of a chance to respond clearly. Back to rimming him, now cupping his balls and rubbing with fingers and thumb, and then just as he started stroking him, dipping his tongue as deep as he could, little scooping and then swirling motions.

Because, yeah. Feeling him tense and shudder like that, hearing him swear and babble breathlessly? Such a fucking turn-on.

"Fuck yeah, it's good."

Reid's head rolled back, managing a couple of deeper breaths while Tyler sat back, slight shivers with the touches that were going on--

and then the rest, and his hips tensed, as he was feeling torn between bucking forward and staying right there for the tongue and "Hellllllyes... damn!" His buttocks clenched, and it was an effort to keep them open so, well, he didn't shut off access. Ahem.

He leaned forward, elbow propped on the table, the other hand stroking, or gripping, Tyler's shoulder. Breath coming ragged again, to whimpers-going-on-moans, words half formed and really now blubbered without any trace of thought any more. Just sensation, an electric fire coursing back and forth with Tyler's motions. Not quite there to exploding yet. But obliterating anything else.

He didn't keep it up too too long. Did keep it up to the point where he'd slid his hand up to Reid's shaft and was stroking him. A couple of times. He could feel the other boy firm under his hand, kind of pulsing a little and then, almost minutely, relaxing as he leaned back on his heels again and pulled away, then slowly rising to his feet.

The next, well, half next thing he did was probably worse. Pressing right up against him, Reid could no doubt feel how much he was already leaking, and with the rim job he'd already done Tyler was feeling himself slip-slide over and against his hole. He leaned forward a little, pressing against more than in, and pulled open the drawer so that Reid could see the small collection of dildo, vibrator, little nub of an egg, and two cock rings he'd amassed.

Granted, Reid had been there when he'd gotten most of that stuff, but this was a whole other kind of setting.

"So many choices," he whispered, nipping at his ear agian as he rested his chin on Reid's shoulder. "Not sure what to decide." Hips rocking against him, slicking him up, slip-sliding. Other hand still stroking along his cock, feeling him relax a little and stiffen again. "I mean, working you up with the dildo seems kinda... But I could get that egg and turn it on gentle and put it up right here..." His thumb and forefinger making a circle, he slid his fingers down to the base of his shaft. "And just... roll it along your cock while I fuck you..."

UNF. Hell... oh hell. Shudders, with the choices, the words. Tyler's lips right there, the pressure and the abrasion of the faint stubble on the oversensitive skin on his shoulder. And that not at all mentioning the storm of everything going on further down; small sounds made their way out of Reid's throat without him even being fully aware of them with the slipsliding and ohgod, the pressure. Making him relax and then twitch, as the whole ebbed and flowed through him.

His hips did buck forward when the circled fingers slipped down and down and down his shaft.

"Uhhhhfyeah..." Beat. Breath. Another breath. "Well... that should certainly... keep me awake if you suddenly decide to go all slow on me or something." Smirking sideways a little. Just a little. Because he rather thought Tyler wasn't up to going slow on him any more right now than he was...

Vibrator... hmmmm. The thought floated in and his lips twitched at the recollection of how the collection displayed had sort of started. One word only. "Cucumber..."

Tyler tucked his head into Reid's shoulder because, well, that comment set him to laughing as much as anything else. And he pulled him sharp and hard against him with his other hand, pressing up against him. "You want me to go all the way to the kitchen and get one? It's kinda far..."

Yeah, just let him think about that. And then.. "Maybe we should just make do with what we have."

Oh yeah, he was going to be bad. What they had right now, as Tyler leaned forward and grabbed things, finally letting go of Reid to brace himself against him... what they had was not much time before one of them went off, actually.

But he grabbed the little vibrating egg, and the lube. Smeared some of the gel on his fingers as he started up the egg, nuzzling into Reid's neck, whispering. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I can make you say my name just with this..." Right before his fingers started slicking him up, one finger pushing in gently but none too slowly. Right before, too, he switched hands and started using the vibrating toy on its lower setting to tease at Reid's hole.

"No..." sharp breath out, and his hand automatically clasped around the arm pulling him close, fingers digging in a little. "Too far..."

The wave of alarm hovered on the brink of panic for a few heartbeats, and then relaxed out of that with a soft whimper. "What we have's... perfect." Hell. He'd be able to do without anything extra, Tyler knew that. Just him, his baby boy, his beautiful elfin-brows. But this was...

"Holy fucking everloving hard-wood screwing Christ, that is good." Fingers finding skin again, hip. Moving in a little, along the fold between thigh and body, splaying palm, hot, against the sensitive area there. Fingertips brushing curls, not pushing ahead, because, damn. He wanted Tyler to do it every single way the way he felt like it, all of a sudden. He was just going to... hell. That is, to add to all the sensations.

He managed to compose his face enough for a grin over his shoulder. "Damn, but you're wicked. I bet you could... but then, wouldn't you like to join me on the way... up?" Up, and up and up. Felt like he could literally shoot, flying up through the ceiling, when the moment came.

Shit, that was too much. He should have known not to go there.

At least what he did next distracted him, or reassured him, or both. Definitely turned him on, not that that had been in doubt, but this was a really good... this definitely turned him on. And Tyler smirked. Little more lube, little more vibration, and then moving the hand that held the egg around front and setting the lube on the table again.

"I guess I might as well," he teased. Fake nonchalance, grinning back. Nuzzling at his cheek and daring to steal a kiss at one flushed cheek as Reid's head ducked again and came up.

One hand flat and open against Reid's abdomen, and the hand that cupped the egg now also cupped Reid's balls. Starting from just behind and under, just at that sensitive spot, and slowly rolling forward and over the sac, up the underside of his cock as he slowly, very slowly, pushed in. Whispering, as he went. "I know how much you love it when I come inside you."

Not too much, not enough to break the mood. And, hell, other times one or both of them had snuck off, for this or that. To the kitchen. Or wherever the respective stuff happened to be. Annnd yet. Right now, somehow, it was a lot.

... and then something else was a lot. It's not that he hadn't been turned on, but with that change, with those words, suddenly he was actually straining to not just shoot up right the fuck now. Face staying turned close into that kiss, breath stuttering, gulping, stuttering again.

"Yeah... oh yeah." A faint jolt through his legs, spreading wider, god. "Fuck yeah... I mean, fuck yeah, I do." Oh, but it was sweet, even through the electric sensation all over, and the vibrating, making-him-shiver effect of the egg, the pushing itself was... hellyeah.

He only twitched about halfway. And did tighten around him, a little. The jolt of sharpening sensation giving an edge to all of it, and right now, even if the push was amazing and he had to clutch his other hand so tight his fingers were digging a bit into his palm, to keep from it being over already- "moreplease..." - he was craving every. last. bit of it. The words and the teasing and the pleasure and the climb, the soaring.

And the softening feel of his hand against his skin, right there. He wouldn't falter or fall, because Tyler had him. Would catch him...

The last of the blockage broke through, somehow, with that. A loud gasp, turning his head a bit, to press his face into Tyler's cheek in turn, lips seeking skin in a sort-of nuzzle, a little to insistent for the usual, but seeking all proximity, all ways.

Nngh that felt good. Buried deep in him, against him, feeling him tense from his thighs up to the back of his shoulders. And he reached and rolled that little egg over the tip of his cock and down again as he eased out, almost all the way out, and in again.

God, this was hot. He was hot. Tyler was shaking, sweating with the effort to go slow and steady, rolling the egg over the base of his cock, over his balls. Nuzzling back, kissing wherever he could reach, panting with how much he wanted him.

Between kisses, whispering to him. "You are so fucking hot..." he breathed, lips wet, face wet from Reid's nuzzling and kissing. "God, you feel so good, could just fill you up right now." And a sharp little thrust to accent that last word. And he could. Christ, he'd gone from turned on to about ready to come real quick. By the feel of it, Reid had, too.

Not just yet, though. He took a breath and made himself ease out, completely out, chuckling as he teased his twitching hole with the tip of his cock. Then in again. Hard, sharp, but careful. But, hell, he knew Reid's body intimately, had for years. And he knew how to work him. The egg rolled around and around over him, came up to press just under the base and against his balls as he gave him a couple of deep, sharp thrusts.

"That sound good, huh?" Teasing little murmur. "You want me to just fill you all up with come?"

... and that is when Reid discovered that he'd only thought everything was electrifying, before. "Ffffuck..." Swallow, pressing back, so so firmly against him when he was buried all in, heckyeah. "Y-you are hot. Glowing red-white rod glowing hot." Maybe a skip in his voice as a thrust punctuated, ironically enough (or not), rod. Reid's body twisted a little, hips thrusting right back against the pushes, back curving, shoulders bunching.

Shaking, shaking all over, almost as finely as the vibration against his ggggh oh he did know how to working him, little, half-whimper, half-moaning sounds filling in the luls between small cries that came with thrusts.

He closed his eyes, and tried to stretch this all as many moments as he could, until the snapping coming was almost palpable, and he looked over his shoulder, just so he could watch his face, too. And his voice... as strained as it was, was almost soft, too. "Ye-ah... I want. I want you to grab me and feel me squirt all over your fingers, and want you to plunge as deep as you can inside me and fill me up, pulse after shuddering pulse... Please, Ty."

No, he didn't expect either of them to make it any further.

No, they weren't going to make it any further. Tyler caught maybe half those words, definitely the please, the begging and breathless tone just putting him right there over the edge.

And the egg fell and buzzed quietly and forlornly on the floor as he did take hold of Reid, who was dripping, god was he dripping and he took him in his fist and pumped him firm and fast, both ends, his other hand pressing flat against his chest. It wouldn't take much. Didn't take much. "Fuck, yeah..." he breathed. "God, yeah, Reid, you..." you're so hot. You're so hot, throbbing and coming all over me, yeah, Reid. You are so fucking hot when you're out of control like this. God, Reid, you are so hot in my arms. "Reid..."

Except, then he was coming, and pretty much at the mercy of his body exploding in him, one long groan and the strength wooshed out of him and he was shaking and sweaty and pressed up against him, barely able to stand.

Reid gave a loud gasp as the warm fingers wrapped around him, but it was really, really soon that he was, indeed, crying out, words slipping in through in what were almost, but not quite, sobs. "Yes." and "Tyler!" and his hand was pressed into Tyler's against his chest, pressing closer, shaking, legs quivering as he was coming, and coming, and it felt like liquid fire coursing through his veins for a moment, and then drained out, burst by slow burst.

Until it died out, into low shudders which seemed to extend the same rhythm as he had sprayed... well, it felt all over, though he wasn't seeing too clearly, the afterimages of small sunbursts fading way too slowly from behind his lids.

"I..." small voice. Shaking, a little. "Y-you..." swallowing, that was difficult, his mouth was dry, suddenly, but he only registered that as difficulty speaking, rather than wanting anything. Basically because he couldn't... move much, caught between the fading trembles and the softness suddenly taking its place. Feeling the warmth behind him, the ragged breaths scattering against his skin. "Wow... T-ty." Steadier. "Ty."

The ringing in his ears was almost starting to fade down, too.

Tyler caught his breath in loud, harsh pants. Pressed a kiss to Reid's shoulder, the back of his shoulder and then the gentle, pale curve, letting go of him. Well, sort of. He kept them sort of upright with one hand but reached first for the tissues with the other hand (that he noticed was shaking, heh) and then sort of awkwardly wiping his hand off. Then mopping up Reid, a little.

Tissues dropped on the table; he was too tired to do much more than make it so that his hands weren't so sticky. He straightened up just enough to wrap both arms around Reid, this time, and another kiss to his shoulder, to his cheek. His legs were shaking, both their legs were shaking, and they weren't going to last much longer. Standing upright, this time. "Come on, blondie," he whispered through a voice that was more hoarse than he'd expected. "Let's get to bed."

And only then did he ease out, back and out with a slight sucking-popping sound, sort of half tugging and half carrying Reid the short distance to the bed before his legs gave out, too.

Small shudders at the touches, overly sensitive and absolutely perfect. His head lolled around a little, resting lightly against Tyler's, completely oblivious to things that would get sticky later - sweat, sperm, lube remnants - when dried, and completely aware of Tyler's every tiny motion. Anywhere. The sounds, and yes, the squelch made his lips turn up a little. The lonely buzz on the floor, and now he did send a sliver of power, a wisp, to turn the egg off. Right now, even Using wasn't a temptation, at all, to stir away from his ... from his baby boy.

He tried not to need to be carried, at any rate, but as soon as he could feel the surface against his legs, he dropped down on it, not letting go of Tyler's hand, so that they flopped with much less grace than they usually did. Fuck if he cared. He did care for the warmth and touch and all that the warm body so close to him was giving him, and no, physically was barely the beginning of it.

He snuggled into Tyler without conscious thought of decision, limbs tangling as close as he could get, just not quite curling into him yet. Blue eyes blinked at him, half-clouded with lassitude and, finally, exhaustion, and the dimples made an appearance. But all he came up with was a soft, rasped murmur of his name.

It was all, too.

Tyler dragged the covers over them, thankfully he hadn't made the bed or anything when Reid showed up. Dragged the covers over them and curled up around him, feeling that tingly feeling of limbs too exhausted to move much.

He bundled him up in his arms and didn't tuck his head down to his shoulder so they could touch foreheads, looking at each other, instinctively responding to the way Reid snuggled against him. Soft smile, soft eyes into deep blue eyes, fingers brushing aside the locks of hair plastered to his face. It was good. The room was air-conditioned, the house was quiet, they didn't have anything to do except call the other two later. They could rest, here. It was really good.

"'m here," he murmured. "'m right here, not going anywhere. You get some sleep, 'kay?" And he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering over it. "You get some sleep, blondie. I'll be right here."

A small, vocal sigh signified the draining of the last traces of tension from Reid's neck and shoulders, and he more or less melted against the taller boy.

His eyes fluttered as soon as Tyler shifted to kiss his forehead, and he fought to keep them open a little more. "kay..." he mumbled. "'s good. I'd like that." There was... maybe. Something to add to that, or to do, but...

... but Reid slipped out of consciousness without recalling what that would be. Too quick for him, and too deep, but still, solid sleep.

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