Caleb walked in, groceries in one arm while his other hand pushed his keys into his pocket. Pogue was standing off to the side of the living room, leaning against the wall that held the kitchen door. "You know, I don't care if it's been half a year, I'm not going to get used to that garage. We should have it remodeled or something. It's—" His words trailed off as he reached his best friend and realized with mild agitation that the other man wasn't even looking at him let alone listening to him.

When he turned his head to see what held his friends attention so completely, the bag of groceries fell from his arm to the floor. He didn't even bother to look down at the mess, simply stepping over it in order to stand shoulder to shoulder with Pogue and stare into the living room.

Game controllers were abandoned on the floor in front of the television, whatever game that still blinked 'pause' on the screen couldn't have been more forgotten. Tyler was on his hands and knees on the carpet, stark naked. His brown hair swayed with every forward rock of his body, his head almost colliding with the cushions of the sofa. His lips parted to pant, his breath hitching every time his body was shoved forward. Reid was behind him, just as naked, but on his knees with his hips pressed into the other man's ass. His hands held tight to Tyler's sides, pulling him back to meet his thrusts. His teeth were clenched and bared and they were both coated in a sheen of sweat.

Caleb couldn't even think of the right question, so Pogue offered an answer. "They wanted to make bets again. They lost."

Caleb raised a curious eyebrow, but didn't look away from the scene. "Are you sure? It doesn't look like they lost." His voice was deeper than it had been a second ago, and the room was suddenly much warmer. With a shrug he'd dropped his coat with the groceries. Even without looking he could feel Pogue smiling.

"Reid's not allowed to cum until I do."

"How long has it been?"

"Not sure. Haven't looked away. But Tyler's blown his load twice already." He smiled wider. "You should go have a seat, Cay."

The man shivered but found himself crossing the room with little thought. The tension in Reid's face flickered to amusement for a moment as he reached over Tyler's back to take a fistful of hair, pulling the man's head up so that Caleb could sit on the couch. With an extra thrust of his hips, Reid shoved their joined bodies forward, forcing Tyler to lift his arms and grab onto Caleb's spread thighs, his face now right against the other's jean clad crotch.

Tyler shuddered out a breath as Reid continued to move behind him, his head turning up to see Caleb reclining against the couch, watching him with that unfailing calm. He didn't demand or ask, he just waited, and damn if Tyler didn't find himself tugging those jeans open.

Pogue moaned loudly from the side as he stepped closer, shedding his shirt and working his own pants open as he watched Tyler suck Caleb's hard sex into his mouth. Every thrust Reid gave sent the younger man's head rocking over the eldest's cock.

Reid practically lost it when he saw Pogue finally stripping down. His fingers dug harder into Tyler's hips, his body shivering as the older man knelt behind him, his bare chest touching Reid's shoulders. Pogue's arousal pressed against the small of Reid's back, heavy and thick. "Ask me?" Pogue smirked, knowing well that Reid would only beg for Caleb, but also knowing that Reid thought it was a secret.

The smaller blond blushed hot, eyes widening to glare at Caleb but the eldest was lost in the comfort of Tyler's mouth. "Fuck you," Reid spat over his shoulder.

Pogue laughed, rubbing his forehead into the side of Reid's neck. "I think we're going to do it the other way tonight, Sweetheart." He wondered if Reid blushed at that as well. No one else called the sharp-tongued Garwin 'sweetheart' but Pogue. He didn't have time to check, he'd already grabbed and lifted Reid's hips, careful not to break his connection with Tyler, and slowly began pushing his sex into Reid's ass.

Pogue moaned deeply when he was finally buried inside the other blond and the guttural sound echoed through the chain of bodies in front of him. He thrust and watched as his hips shoved Reid's into Tyler's ass, launching Tyler forward until he found himself deep throating Caleb. The pleasure of it made his eyes want to close, want to press shut and savor the feeling, but he couldn't bear not to look, not to watch them all lost together. It had taken all of the restraint he had just to wait until Cay came home.

It seemed the faster he moved, the more frantic the ones in front of him became. Their sounds grew, in the slaps of skin and the moans of wet lips with heavy passion. He built their pace until he could feel all of them straining to hold on and when Pogue finally came it set off a chain reaction that had all of them crying out and arching in the crest of pleasure. He tried to keep his focus as long as possible, wanting to remember this moment like all of their others.

Reid sulked as he walked out of class with a slightly exaggerated limp to his step. Pogue laughed as he came up beside him, draping an arm over his brothers shoulders as they left the main building into the busy quad. "You're flattering me."

Reid tried not to smirk. "Shut up."

The taller man smiled victoriously. "You're going to your next class, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Reid mumbled.

"Then I'll see you in the parking lot after. Give the boys a call, we can meet up for some beers before heading home." Pogue's arm unraveled from Reid's shoulders when they reached the point where the smaller man veered off toward another building. "Try not to gimp on the way!" Po shouted pointedly. "Wouldn't want anyone to know you've been taking it up the ass!"

Reid flushed at the number of eyes that turned his way but kept enough sense about himself to smile and flip off the other man before slipping into a larger stream of students on their way to class. He was almost to the doors when he heard it, everyone heard it, like a clap of thunder too sudden and shrill to be natural. People far behind screamed, bodies turned like his to look back. Students were running from the quad, running and screaming while others stayed crouched low to the ground.

Before he could think, he had moved, pushing his way through the confused mass and toward the patch of concrete between buildings. He was shouting, practically howling, one name. Even in those split seconds, the lack of response was torture. When he finally burst out of the crowd and into the open space, Reid felt his heart sink deep until his stomach churned and threatened to heave. A body lay on the pale pavement, hair tousled and stained red, motionless as that red seeped out to pool on the ground around his head.

"Pogue!" Reid shouted, it sounded angry, like a demand rather than a plea, but the man on the ground didn't move, didn't reply. He found himself running across that short distance. He couldn't see his face, couldn't tell if his chest was moving. There was so much blood and it looked like it was all coming from the side of Pogue's head. Just as Reid dropped to his knees beside his brother another clap of thunder rang out. His lips parted wide, the air knocked form his lungs. He looked forward and up to the roof of a nearby building and saw the glint of sunlight dancing on the scope of a riffle. He saw a man smiling back at him, and then he felt the pain burst through his body, throwing him back onto the pavement.

His lips moved but couldn't suck air. There was more screaming and the sound of sirens. There was blood in his mouth, gurgling up from inside. His vision blurred, eager to fade and drop him into unconsciousness. Gritting red wet teeth, Reid let his eyes soak in black and washed his body in power. Rolling onto his side he spit blood, his hand coming up to rub the red from his neck. He'd been shot in the throat. So many eyes were watching now. He left a good sized gash on the side of his neck, it would have to be convincing enough. He rolled onto his stomach and crawled over Pogue's side, rolling the other man onto his back.

His breath caught again, still raw and tasting of iron. There was a hole in his temple. And his eyes… His eyes were open but no soul peered out. Reid's hand slid up over Pogue's chest, palm pressing against muscle and waiting, waiting for that quiet sound that never came. No breath. No pulse. His eyes turned black and power slammed into Pogue's chest. Waiting. Nothing. Again, more power, sweeping air around them like wind. People might see. What could it look like? No sound echoed in Pogue's chest, his eyes still empty. Reid clenched his teeth and poured more power in, it felt like he was trying to fill and endless well, pouring more and more inside only to have it swallowed by a cold nothing.

He didn't pull back this time, couldn't dare, he just kept throwing more and more power inside, desperate to bring that fire back. Reid's skin began to tingle, his vision blurring as his breath shallowed. Was that death sucking him in? His fingers curled in the front of Pogue's shirt, hanging on even as his body slowly collapsed on top of the others. Reid's breath hitched, black eyes still wide even as his face paled and cheeks sunk. The gash on his neck grew, ripping wider as the power he'd used to minimize it pulled away, pouring into Pogue's body instead. Flesh healed on Pogue's temple, skull fragments recollecting, brain tissue reforming, but it was the heart Reid listened for even as he began to lose consciousness.

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