Chapter 1: Nicky's
A group of boys, quite obviously the notoriously famous Sons of Ipswich, were stationed at their usual table at Nicky's, their favorite hangout. In the center was the 'leader,' Caleb Danvers. Tall, dark-skinned, gorgeous from birth, and oozing natural charisma, he was loved by most, some more than others. His dark-brown eyes were shining with amusement, sneaking glances at the brunette beside him, running a strong hand through his hair nervously. Beside him was the aforementioned brunette, Pogue Parry, the second-in-command. His body was made of pure muscle, covered with taught, pale skin. Light chestnut hair falls to his shoulders, covered only in a tight black tank top.
On the other side of Caleb is Reid Garwin, Spenser's residential bad-boy. A shock of messily set blonde hair – held back by a black toboggan – covered his scalp and hung into his mischievous baby-blue eyes. His skin was the palest of them all, smooth and unblemished. A dark hoodie covered his muscled body, toned by endless laps around the Spenser pool. Last, but certainly not least, was the youngest Son, the Baby Boy, Tyler Simms. His shy, dark-blue eyes glanced around the room, drinking in his surroundings (especially the blonde next to him). Every once in a while, his soft voice would cut into the conversation with an answer or a laugh, not noticing (or too scared to recognize) the extra attention Reid gave him. His dark brown hair was ruffled, as if he had just rolled out of bed. He was wearing Reid's jacket, a blue cardigan with a red lining in the hood. His body was well defined as well, although not as sculpted as the others.
It was conveniently all boys tonight; Pogue had just broken up with Kate – he seemed to be doing just fine without her – and Caleb and Sarah had broken their relationship off a few months after the Chase situation. Caleb had finally realized that Sarah was not the one for him (although the blonde had yet to get over him).
"Hey, Garwin!" a gruff voice called over the crowd. Aaron Abbot sauntered over to the table with a smug look.
"What do you want, Abbot?" Reid answered in an annoyed tone.
"How bout you and your little boyfriend play me? Hundred on whoever wins," He said, dropping a bill on the table. Tyler's cheeks turned a light pink at the implication. How the hell did Abbot know how he felt? He glanced over to see how Reid reacted and was surprised to see that the blonde seemed unaffected by the accusation.
"You're on, Abbot. Tyler, come on," Reid answered heatedly, smacking Tyler lightly on the arm. They both got up and followed Aaron to a table, not without Tyler sending the others a nervous look. They smirked in return; they knew about Tyler's feelings for Reid – they had cornered him and forced him to confess – and were interested to see how this turned out. Besides, Reid hadn't even denied being Tyler's beau.
It was Tyler and Reid versus Aaron and Ryan, as per usual. Reid went first, determining what they would shoot (stripes). Tyler and Aaron's eyes clashed and Tyler glared at him reflexively; Aaron just smirked and moved around the table, right near Tyler. Said Son backed up to avoid him, but was stopped when he felt a hand on his back, just above his backside. He could feel someone move closer to him.
"Watch this, Baby Boy," Reid whispered right near his ear. Tyler nodded, focusing on the wonderful warmth on the small of his back. Aaron leaned over to make the shot aiming carefully, his signature smirk settling on his mouth. His elbow, resting on the edge of the table, slipped just as he struck, making him hit the ball in the wrong spot and miss the pocket. Aaron growled and smacks the table in frustration.
"Your turn, Baby Boy," Reid pushed the shy boy out of the shadows and into the light, towards the table. He scanned the balls, looking for the right shot and bent to go for it when his eyes had caught the fourteen ball aligned perfectly with the right corner pocket; as he did, he suddenly felt someone near his left, probably Ryan. The little lackey was probably waiting for the perfect opportunity to mess up his shot. Tyler rolled his eyes; might as well get this over with. He struck out with the stick and – surprise, surprise – Ryan bumped into his arm with his hip at that exact moment. The ball flew away, banking off the sides. To his surprise, and everyone else's, the ball banked at just the right spot and slid into a side pocket with a soft 'clink.' He whipped his head around to Reid, who was smirking widely. He shot Reid a warning look. He knew better.
Reid, don't Use so much! You know what could happen! Tyler hissed mentally, walking away from the table to Reid's side while trying not to show his annoyance.
Yeah, but that was a dickhead move on Ryan's part.
That you caused! By Using, no less!
You've been hanging around Caleb too much, Baby Boy. You're starting to sound like him.
And you're starting to worry me. He turned to look Reid in the eyes. Reid shook his head.
You worry too much.
And you give me good reason. He would not back down to Reid's charm this time.
"Sorry to ruin your little moment, but it's your turn, blondie." Tyler blushed and moved away, not seeing the knowing look Reid sent him. Reid glared at Aaron before taking his turn. The game went on in much the same way for a while with little talk between the players. Tyler did have to send Reid a warning look every time his eyes turned black. For once he decided to listen; even he knew when to play by the rules. As usual, the Simms-Garwin team wins, by three balls. The winners backed up knowingly, giving Aaron some time to vent his anger.
"Pay up, Abbot!" Reid answered happily. He held out his hand, only to have Aaron smack it away.
"You cheated, you little fags!" he cried, getting in Reid's face. Tyler looked between the two worriedly; he knew this would eventually end up outside.
"Alright, Abbot. I don't feel like fighting today," Reid answered calmly, his eyes twinkling in the light. Everyone around was shocked. Reid Garwin didn't want to fight? Reid smirked at their faces and led a shell-shocked Tyler over to the foosball table that Pogue and Caleb had migrated to.
"Reid, why did you let him go? We totally won!" he turned to his older brother angrily. He had actually done really well this time, damn it!
"Because," Reid rummaged around in the pocket of his jeans, "I stole his wallet." He brandished a small, black rectangle.
"I should've known." He said with fond amusement, walking to the table while shaking his head. Reid followed with a smirk on his face.
"What, no fight?" Pogue quipped, smirking at them before going to the game. Reid shrugged, looking at Tyler, who was smiling knowingly.
"Didn't feel like it." He opened the wallet and searches through it. Hm, a license, some credit cards…ooh! A twenty! Pogue immediately took notice of the wallet, but decided that asking wasn't worth it.
"Hey, Pogue, what time is it?" Tyler asked absently, his gaze trained on the game (if he had been looking up at that time, he would have seen a certain blonde ogling him for all he was worth). Pogue glanced at his watch.
"'Bout eleven. Why?" the ball sunk into Caleb's goal. Said leader shot him a mock glare.
"I gotta go. Tests and all that." Pogue rolled his eyes. Tyler always was the responsible one. "Reid, you comin'?"
"Yeah." The blonde moved around the side of the table, making sure to shoot a mocking jeer to Pogue about losing to Caleb, and walked out with Tyler through the back. Pogue watched them walk away, shaking his head. It was amazing that Tyler could be around Reid and not notice the subtle flirts the blonde sent his way. Although, ignorance seemed to plague the Ipswich boys. Caleb had yet to figure out exactly why Pogue seemed to reject every girl who had come up to him since Kate. Caleb looked up as well, a small smile on his face.
"They're always together, aren't they?" he flicked his wrist and landed a goal.
"Yeah, it's like their dating or something, but we know that's not true, since neither has the balls to say anything to each other."
"Heh, yeah. So you're okay with that?" Caleb asked as nonchalantly as he could.
"Okay with what?'
"You know, them being gay."
"Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't freak when Ty told us about how he felt about blondie." Caleb laughed.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't harboring some urge to run Tyler over with your Ducati, or some crazy shit like that." Pogue gasped.
"How'd you know?" he whispered in mock surprise.
"Shut up, dude." Caleb made the last goal. "Seems like I've beat you again, Parry." He teases and Pogue punched his shoulder lightly.
"You know, Ty's right; we should probably head back." Pogue muttered, his eyes catching the small clock on the wall nearby.
"Yeah. We should go to my place." Pogue shot Caleb a shocked look.
"Wh-what?" his heart was pounding in his chest.
"You know, cause it's closer," He answered, a soft blush spreading over his face. He could not believe he just said that.
"Yeah…" Pogue said uncertainly, grabbing his jacket and heading for the parking lot, Caleb not far behind.
"Damn, Reid and Tyler took the Hummer." Caleb muttered when they reach the outside.
"All that's left is…"
"The Ducati." Pogue finished for him, his face taking on an unreadable expression. Pogue didn't think he could handle having Caleb's arms around him and that wonderful body pressed so close to his for very long without doing anything about it.
"Alright, let's go," Pogue sighed, steeling himself for the ride. He got out his second helmet and tossed it to Caleb, sliding onto the bike easily from great practice. Caleb followed suit, gingerly slipping his arms around Pogue's waist. Damn, he felt nice…those perfect muscles, hard abs rippling beneath his fingers. The roar of the engine joined the thumping in his ears as Pogue started it up. The yellow bike sped off into the night, carrying the two nervous passengers over the bumpy asphalt to their destination.
I'm back! And in a new fandom, too! Hopefully, some new writing will bring me some inspiration for my other stories…I have this story all written out (i just have to type it up), and i should have the entire thing up within the week. It's only four chapters long. Read and Review, please!