"Cay, come on... You're drunk. Just give me your keys."

Pogue sighed as Caleb didn't move and rolled eyes. Deciding to take matters into his own hands. He'd been trying to get home for a good fifteen minutes now. While Caleb convinced him again and again, to have 'just one more' beer. He could hear his friend's soft chuckles as he started to push his hands into his pockets - so many goddamn pockets - and ignored them, even when they became more giggles than anything else. Cute fucker.

It was so rare for this to happen.

Sure, Caleb's tolerance was shit. But even so, being the responsible old man he had been since they were born, he usually made a point to drink only what his limit allowed. Pogue wasn't sure what this was about, now. Caleb only drank like that when something was up. But he figured that trying to ask anything then, would be both a shitty move, and a useless one. He didn't trust his friend even to hold on to him on the bike (hence his search for the other's car keys), much less to have any sort of meaningful conversation.

Pogue was pushing himself back to his feet, from his leaning position, as soon as his fingers closed around the keys. "Come on, Caleb, get up, man. Time to go." He actually felt the will to face-palm, when his friend only looked at him. With glazed over eyes, and blinked once. Not seeming to understand a thing he'd said. Of course. "I swear to God, if I didn't know you'd give me shit tomorrow, I'd dump your ass here." he mumbled. half-heartedly, as he went to grab his waist instead, and pull him up enough so he could support him to his feet. He was just working it out, when Caleb took advantage of his closeness, to close both his arms around Pogue's neck. And then they were both falling back on the couch.

Fuck.

"Shit. Caleb-"

He heard Caleb laugh again, in that way he only did when he was truly unworried, while he groaned and took a hand to his nose. Trying to feel if it was whole, after the way he'd hit it on their way down.

"Shhhhhhh..." his friend seemed to hush himself.

Pogue blinked the involuntary tears out of his eyes, and sniffled. Before pushing his hair back so he could actually see the other, even as he felt himself being pulled closer. Caleb, what the hell?

"S'rry man..."

Pogue's curse died on his lips as he looked up to find Caleb smiling at him, through his slurred words. Perfectly white teeth at shown, and dimples on his face. Well, at least he was talking now.

"It's fine, Cay. Let's just go before we wake those two up again. 'lright?" he looked at him, but Caleb seemed to have gotten distracted in the second it took him to answer. He was about to pull him up, and even use it to do it, if he had to. When he felt Caleb's strong fingers plunge into his hair. He gasped, and groaned as the other tugged, before licking over his suddenly dry lips. "What the f-"

Caleb tugged again.

This time, down. Where he met Pogue half-way.

Pogue felt as though everything had muted.

It was a harsh, mouthing kiss. No hesitation. No slowly closing eyes. Just an urgency, crude and raw, that was almost painful. He could feel sounds vibrating on his tongue. But he couldn't tell which of the two were making them. And it didn't seem to matter.

Caleb tasted like beer, and also something sweeter, and fresh like his scent. His blunt nails scraped the back of Pogue's nape, harshly, as his fingers clenched on his hair. And his perfect teeth dug into Pogue's lower lip, before his tongue was pushing for space again.

It felt heated and not at the same time. It was blunt and almost plain on it's clear need, of simple - more - pressure. Without seeming to want, nor have, to take that pressure anywhere else. It was so physical, so irrational, that the thought of what was happening didn't even cross his mind while their tongues slid together. The thought of who it was happening with. And then it was gone.

Pogue's ears were still on static, when the kiss finally broke, with them gasping harder than after any swimming practice. He could feel the warmth of their breaths, pushing against each other in the small space between their mouths. But he still couldn't hear them. And when Caleb spoke, he missed his first words. His honeyed eyes following the movement of the other's lips, without getting it at first, and then being crashed with sound again, as though the world had just restarted moving.

"...ing glad you're alive."

Caleb's voice sounded so rough. So deep and low like it only did when he was sharing a secret. Something important. Something of meaning. Pogue was still catching his breath and all he managed to do was stare. Slightly wide-eyed as it finally clicked in him. Caleb had just kissed him. He licked over his lips, and he could taste their kiss on them. And yet, it wasn't what was surprising him the most. Drunk people did stupid things all the time. But drunk people also had a habit of pouring out well kept truths. He shook his head, as he got a minimum of control over his own muscles again.

"Caleb, what you're talking about? I'm fine." He took his friend's face on both hands, and forced him to look into his eyes, and not drift again as he spoke. "Listen to me. I've been fine for months now. I'm not going anywhere, man. Not tonight. Not ever." he frowned as Caleb looked at him, and he could see some sort of conflict, so clear in his eyes, "I promise." He added, serious.

For a second, Caleb was all there. Deep, sensible eyes, and that undivided attention he was so good at giving to people. Even when he didn't want to listen. Pogue's thumbs ran over his cheek bones, without the boy even taking notice. And he found himself leaning in, without any significant reason for why he shouldn't. Caleb glanced to his lips, and then the drunken haze was up again, clouding his dark eyes, and Pogue sighed as he knew he'd lost him for the night.

Now that Caleb wasn't helping, he had an easier time getting him up, and then to the car. Pogue figured his friend wouldn't mind him driving them to his house. He was the one that had scolded Pogue for coming over to Tyler's on his bike in the first place. Since the whole thing with Chase, Caleb had grown even more protective when it came to Pogue driving around in any state that wasn't completely lucid, and in any weather that wasn't dry. He stopped on the drive-way, knowing his mom would be sound asleep now, and carried Caleb through the living room and upstairs to his bedroom.

He forced some water on him, and ignored his mumbles as he took off his shoes and shove him into the bed, throwing the covers over him. He planned to sleep on the couch he had by the bed, but mid-through pulling away, he felt the small grip on his wrist, and the whisper on his mind.

'Stay.'

He considered just yanking away, but honestly, he was just too tired to argue anything. So instead, he shouldered his jacket off, dropped it by his toed off shoes, and climbed on the bed besides his softly snoring friend. He was asleep almost instantly, having drank his fair share tonight. And as he drifted away, to the sound of Caleb's soothing breath, he could feel something tingling on his lips, like the ghost of the feeling of the other's lips. And he was gonna be so fucked tomorrow.

A.N.: Soo, this is my first ever Covenant fic. It's been long as fuck now, but I hope if someone finds this, that you like it. I might write a second part, but for now, I just wanted to get this scene out of my head.