Caleb sat out on the front porch of the Danvers' family home. Reclined lazily on the wooden porch chair, albeit ancient as it was it was still rather comfortable. Thinking back on it now, comfortable was a word Caleb could easily identify with, life had been fairly comfortable for him. Easy even.

I mean sure, like every other person in the world there were times when the fates might have put a little speed bump on the road but he wouldn't blame them for that it's only to keep him focused, but more or less he had always had it easy. Chase of course was the one exception, and in his view he handled his first real life crisis rather well. He still wasn't sure weather or not Chase was gone for good, but he was at least certain that they would have a while before they had to deal with his crazy ass again.

Back to the topic of easy and comfortable; there are few moments in Caleb's life that he can remember being hard. There was that time in 4th grade though when he was learning long division, yeah that was kind of difficult. But it's been a long time between then and now and hard came as often as a blue moon. Put plainly it was a rather unfamiliar concept to the eldest son.

But this, this was hard. Watching his best friend in the middle of his driveway, shirtless in soaked shorts washing his bike…was hard. Caleb couldn't help but stare at the way Pogue's hands caressed the bike as if it where giving it a full body massage as opposed to trying to cleanse it and the way the water from the hose cascaded down the younger son's upper body sliding along the ripped muscles of his swimmer physique, it had him hypnotized. He could feel his body reacting to the somewhat innocuous display of skin before him.

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Caleb's P.O.V.

When did I begin feeling this way. This was Pogue, the same Pogue that I used to build sand castle at the beach with when we were five, and the same Pogue that I used to tease girls with and have sleepovers with when we were little. I mean fuck this is my fucking best friend! What the hell am I thinking looking at him like this? He's not even gay…hell Caleb thought I'm not even gay! So what the hell is this need that I feel to have him touch me, why in the name of all that's fucking good and proper have I been thinking about his lips for the past week, and why the FUCK have I been dreaming about him?

Caleb was drawn from his musings when he realized Pogue had finished washing his bike and was now making his way up the steps of the porch.

"Hey man, what's up? I was shouting at you from down the driveway but you were in another world I guess. Whatchya thinking bout?" Pogue eased into the appending chair beside him. Still shirtless, still soaking, and still definitely sexy.

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It took a moment to collect myself and I made a point to look anywhere else other than at Pogue's body.

"I'm not really thinking about anything, just zoned out I guess." I couldn't understand why Pogue was having this effect on me, but try as I might I couldn't keep my voice very even.

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Pogue who had known Caleb all his life knew of course that that was utter bullshit but decided not to press the issue. Caleb was the type of person who only told you something when he was ready. And by the looks of how tense Caleb was about this, he might be stuck waiting a while.

"Whatever man, if you say so. So u got something to eat in that castle of yours or what?" Caleb gave a little chuckle, no matter what happened Caleb could always count on Pogue's everlasting need for food to break most awkward moments.

"Ye I should, let's go check the kitchen. Are you dry?"

"Yep dry and famished bro, get to moving." Pogue all but dragged Caleb out of his seat.

"Impatient ass!"

Pogue gave Caleb one of those half smirks that had cockiness writing all over it, it almost reminded him of Reid. "Yeah but you love it."

Caleb felt a slight tint reach his cheeks, if Pogue only knew how close to hitting home he was.

Caleb's P.O.V.

They walked through the halls of the Danver home until they got to the kitchen. Caleb would never admit it but he hated how ghastly gigantic his house was, when he was a little kid the sheer enormity of it creeped him out to the point where he had nightmares almost every night.

I started rummaging through the kitchen trying to figure what edible food was in his house, in truth Pogue's been here a billion times before and knows exactly where everything is and I'm pretty sure he could find everything just as easily as I can but right now I just need to be doing something so I have an excuse not to look at him.

"Ok Parry, we got some lasagna here, half a Boston cream pie, orange juice to kill and I think we might have some cereal in the cupboard." That really is all the food that I had in my house, clearly I need to remind my mother and her ever so sober self that she needs to go to the grocery store. I finally pull my eyes out of the fridge and turn to look at Pogue who still hasn't made a selection. He's sitting on top of the island in the kitchen (STILL TOPLESS) and I can't stop my eyes from tracing the contours of his well sculpted chest and somewhere in the back of my head I think that he truly must be the most perfect male specimen out there. My eyes move over his nipple still erect, probably from the draft that's blowing though my house, and I can't help but to lose myself for a moment thinking about what it would be like to have one of the pert buds in my mouth, flicking my tongue around it, sucking on it gently.

"…hey Caleb are you ok?" …Oh Shit!!!!! I turn back around to the fridge as fast as I can, trying to hide my arousal before he can see it.

"Yeah Pogue I'm fine, just zoned out again. What do you want to eat?" For seconds I don't hear a reply, and I wonder if he's already seen it. I feel the fear creep into to me that I've just royally screwed up my relationship with my best friend. Seconds creep by and I think about turning around and apologizing but then I feel his body heat behind me. I know he's close we're not touching, but only barely. He peers over my shoulder and I feel my blood begin to pump just a little bit faster, his face is right beside my left ear and I can feel his breath. I know he has no idea what he's doing but I feel like everything inside me is on fire. I feel my pants get tighter and I know I'm getting hard again…oh shit….this is so fucking horrible Pogue's gonna kill me if he sees this.

Lucky for me though he's too busy scanning the food in the fridge trying to decide on what to devour….while I'm trying to not devour him.

Finally he moves away a bit and says, "That Boston cream pie looks good, I'll have that and some whipped cream." And dear goodness he doesn't want to know the kind of whipped cream I'm aching to give him....I take the pie and the whipped cream out of the fridge and pass it behind me to him. I close the fridge but I don't turn around as yet, still trying to get my body under control.

AN: So I hope you guys liked it, chp 2 is on its way should be up in a couple of days hopefully :) :)…reviews make me happy and encourage the writing. :P