Thank again to all my reviewers. This is another written from a prompt given to me at a request for more Caleb/Pogue. Not my strong point but I'm always willing to please a reader.

Summary: Pogue is doesn't get jealous, really, he doesn't

Pairing: PP/CD

Warnings: Slash

Prompt: Given by "FastFuriousChick". She wanted something with Pogue's jealousy, so here you go! :D Sorry it took so long!

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Pogue Perry didn't get jealous. Not ever, not even the smallest bit did he get jealous. He was protective. That was a better word for it. Being protective was different than being jealous because it meant that he was looking out for someone. Being jealous meant he was obsessing. Pogue Perry didn't obsess.

Even if Pogue was jealous and that was a very big if, he would have every right to be. I mean, the way Aaron Abbot kept looking at his boyfriend was not exactly hard to miss, nor the lust in his eyes. So if Pogue was jealous that he somehow managed to touch him every other minute then he couldn't really be blamed.

Pogue's grinded together ever so slightly as he saw yet again Aaron's hand linger on his boyfriends arm, as he walked past. Pogue was beginning to wonder how the man was not noticing this, his face never once faltering. He kept expecting him to say something, tell the boy to stop and leave him be, yet he said nothing. Pogue's hands itched against the bar table top, his mouth set in a hard line. He wanted so badly to go other there and punch that smug look right of Aaron's face, to make him back off. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew that was not a clever thing to do, but that part was getting harder and harder to hear.

It was only when Aaron walked past his boyfriend, front against his back, eyes locking directly with Pogue that he saw red. He didn't think, just moved, his feet weaving him through the bar until he was right up close to the boy. He had a hand scrunched in the front of his shirt before he even knew what happened. His fit connected with a nose, a satisfying crunch bringing a gasp to the people around them. Pogue's face was livid as he held Aaron to the spot, eyes glaring daggers.

"What exactly do you think you are doing?" He growled threateningly.

"Playing pool." Aaron said, to his credit, the smugness and cockiness still in his voice even after the hit.

"I know what you were playing and you're gonna back right off." Pogue said angrily.

"I didn't hear any objections." Aaron said with a sneer, eye darting to the man standing quietly behind Pogue.

It took all of a second for Aaron to see the hit coming, much too late for him to even think about moving. Pogue's fist connected sharply with the side of the boys face, knocking him clean off the back of his feet, out stone cold. Pogue huffed out his breath in frustration, turning on the spot to face his boyfriend. His face fell from anger to confusion at the pleased look on his boyfriends face.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked. "And why didn't you tell him to back off?" He added.

"And lose ten bucks? I don't think so, Reid so owes me."

"You bet on whether I would beat up Aaron?!" Pogue said with shock, he would never of expected that from his partner.

"Well yeah, I love you Pogue, but you never fail to get jealous. Was an easy bet."

Pogue sighed and glared lightly at his boyfriend. "You really will be the death of me Caleb."

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