-1The Recap - Pogue/Tyler - PG13

At 2:30, Mrs. Sims asked Pogue and Tyler if they wanted to go out to lunch with her and Mr. Sims. Both boys declined.

At 2:45, Mr. and Mrs. Sims were telling the boys they were leaving and making their way out.

By 2:46, Tyler was on his bed, pulling Pogue on top of him. They were both still in tee-shirts and boxers which made getting rid of their clothes a simple task. They were kissing and biting and touching and everything was going so well but then…

At 2:52, Reid came busting through Tyler's door.

"Tyler! How's it go--oh what the, Tyler," Reid groaned and put a hand over his eyes, turning around so there was no way he could see anymore.

Caleb was in right after him and saw the same thing but he was a bit more polite in his reaction and just turned around, running a hand in his hair as he tried to get that image out of his head. "Sorry guys…"

Tyler was blushing bright red and fumbling with his comforter to get it pulled over him and Pogue. He was staring at the backs of his friends with the same expression he gave his mom whenever she walked in on something: horror-stricken and disbelieving.

Pogue, on the other hand, was sighing and reaching for their clothes, because once again, they were interrupted.

"How'd you guys get in here?" Tyler asked when he finally remembered how to speak, which was after he had his clothes back on.

"We caught your parents while they were leaving… they let us in," Caleb explained, rubbing at his neck. He felt sort of bad for disrupting them.

"Are you dressed yet?" Reid complained, his hands going to his hips as he tapped his foot. "I don't wanna stare at this wall all day."

"Turn around," Pogue sighed, throwing a pillow at Reid, "Don't you know how to knock?"

"It's like 2 something! Who gets it on at 2 something in the afternoon? I don't even do that!"

"Can we not talk about this?" Tyler murmured, still beet red as he tried to hide his face in Pogue's neck. "Why did you come over?"

"To see how the wedding went, duh," Reid rolled his eyes and went to flop down on Tyler's bed. "Any hott chicks? Did you guys get laid? Good food?"

"Ignore him," Caleb sighed and pulled Tyler's computer chair over to the bed so he could sit down near the rest of them. "How was it?"

"Horrible."

Pogue laughed and shook his head, "It was fine, fun really. Yeah, there was hott girls, not that I was checking them out…"

"Better not have been, Parry, or I would make Caleb kick your ass," Tyler threatened jokingly, picking his head up when he was sure the blush was gone.

"Tyler's a possessive little freak, never woulda thought that," Reid teased, sitting up to ruffle Tyler's hair.

"Who got married?" Caleb asked, not really curious but talking about the wedding was better than thinking about what they walked in on.

"Kyle and James… I think that's where my mom got her ideas from and Reid's rumor spreading tendencies didn't help," Tyler glared at Reid and pushed him, hiding behind Pogue when the other boy tried to retaliate.

"So, c'mon, tell us how everything was."

"I dunno… the food was good and the place was nice… I guess," Tyler shrugged.

"Did you guys try to sneak off somewhere to get some action?" Reid smirked, knowing it was like Pogue to do that.

"Yeah," Tyler glared at his boyfriend.

"Uh oh, that's not good," Caleb chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

"What? It's not my fault your cousin followed us and decided to tell us all about how we should be safe with sex and whatnot," Pogue defended, laughing lightly.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to ask him which position was better!"

"Ah, go Pogue, that's my man," Reid laughed, bumping his fist with Pogue's.

"You actually asked him that?" Caleb asked, a bit surprised.

"See, normal people don't ask questions like that. Reid and you are weird."

"Whatever," Pogue rolled his eyes, "You're just mad 'cause what he told us was right."

"How do you know that? Each time we try to do something, someone walks in!"

"How much times have you guys tried to do something? God, beastly."

Tyler sighed and fell onto his back, pulling a pillow on his head because he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Pogue can tell you the story," he mumbled from under the pillow.

"Well, Pogue, c'mon," Reid nudged him, "Give us the juicy details."

"Calm down, Reid, you just got an eyeful before, you want an earful now?" Caleb raised an eyebrow at the blonde, "Freak."

"Shut up and let Pogue speak."

"It's nothing really," Pogue chuckled, shrugging. "Me and Ty were just about to… y'know… and we could have swore that his parents were knocked out, so we didn't think anything of it, but then his mom just comes in saying that she forgot to say goodnight and man, that was such a close call.. but then she comes right back in and says she put condoms in Tyler's nightstand, 'just incase'," he covered his face with his hands and laughed, "You hadda be there man, it was too funny. Then this morning, we're all eating breakfast and it's nice and quiet and everything and then Ty's dad just comes outta nowhere and asks us both if we have any questions about sex. Dude, I wanted to die so badly."

Caleb was quietly snickering behind his hand as he heard the story and biting his lip so he wouldn't just laugh out loud, but Reid was being was obnoxious and laughing and poking Tyler. The poor kid looked like he was trying to choke himself with the pillow out of embarrassment.

"Are you serious, man? First your cousin, then your mom, now us. At this rate, you guys are never gunna do it!"

"Hey, we did it the night before the wedding," Pogue defended and earned himself a kick in the side from Tyler, who really didn't want people to know when they did it.

"And man, what's your dad gunna tell you about having sex with another guy? Did he like do it before? Is this genetic? Man, Tyler, you should go ask him if he was a bottom or a top."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it would be funny, duh."

"Shut up Reid."

"Tyler, that's that attitude your mom's talking about," Pogue chuckled. "Apparently, Tyler's mom thinks I'm think perfect little angel and Tyler's forming an attitude 'cause he keeps arguing with her. You shoulda seen it, she picked out his clothes for him for the wedding and he had a bitch fit and a half."

"Aw, Tyler, you're still her little Tyty," Reid teased, pulling Tyler up into a noogie, "How cute."

"Yeah yeah," Tyler grumbled, pushing Reid away, "She thinks I'm like 2 or something, it's annoying."

"But she knows you're grown up enough to have sex, at least you got that," Caleb pointed out, "I mean, she's giving you condoms, she had to accept that you grew up if she's doing that."

"Don't mention either of my parents and sex in the same sentence ever again," Tyler shuddered, shaking his head, "It's so awkward."

"You think everything's awkward," Pogue chuckled, putting his arm around Tyler's shoulders and pulling him close to his chest, "Or embarrassing. His mom made us dance together and Tyler, here, was bright red almost the entire time."

"Oh yeah, she showed us that video!" Reid laughed, "If she didn't, we would have never walked on you doing that, imagine that."

"…she has it on video?"

"Yeah man, and pictures too, she was about to show us them but your dad made her go."

"I'm gunna die. That's it. This weekend sealed my fate. I'm gunna die."

"Drama queen."

"Muscle head."

"Brat."

"Golden boy."

"Princess."

"Pogo."

"Tyty."

Tyler growled in frustration and for some reason, that turned Pogue on and before any of the boys knew what was going on, Pogue was pinning Tyler down on the bed and kissing him.

"Uh guys…" Reid moved away slowly and got off the bed, "Guys?"

But no, neither of them were listening.

"Maybe we should go…" Caleb suggested as he got up and started to move away. When Reid didn't move, he grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

"…should we record that for Mrs. Sims or take pictures?" Reid asked as Caleb pulled him out of Tyler's room and down the stairs.

"What? No! Why?"

"Cause you know she's still working on Tyler's baby book," Reid laughed, "We can help her out, give her the last stage of Tyler's childhood!"

"You're a freak."

"I'm just helping out!"

Caleb groaned and pushed into the passenger's seat of his car, shaking his head as he walked around to the driver's side.

Back in Tyler's room, Tyler and Pogue were finally having their 'honeymoon'.

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This chapter was something I churned out because a lot of people wanted more. I don't think it's as good as the rest but I tried to please the fans as much as I could. This is definitely the end. I swear it. I really do. No more of this fic lol okay? Okay. Watch out for others fics now! And remember, I'm accepting prompts!