Rating: T / PG-13 / FRT
Pairing: Caleb/Reid
Word Count: 330
Hair
They'd long since given up on watching the movie. Not that it mattered anyway, they'd seen it a hundred times. Tyler wondered if they just suggested it on purpose, thinking they could get away with not being caught. The youngest snorted softly to himself; not being caught. Yeah right.
Saturday nights in always started and ended the same way. They'd rent a movie and hole-up in the den at Caleb's with enough supplies to feed an army. Tyler always curled up into the cushy armchair, Pogue practically melting into the second one while Reid and Caleb were left with the small couch. The blond would sprawl, slouched down and legs wide open, watching the TV with what seemed like little interest. Caleb would lean a little to the side, away from Reid, with one arm along the back of the seat.
It had become a sport for Tyler and Pogue. They timed how long it would take for Reid to shift, and then counted the minutes as Caleb's arm inched down until it was resting along the younger teen's shoulders. Pogue hid a grin behind his hand when Caleb's fingers gravitated towards blond hair, and Tyler suppressed a snicker when Reid leaned into the caress.
By the end of the night, none of the four teenagers were watching the bright lights and explosions on the screen. Reid was curled on his side, head in Caleb's lap and eyes closed as he drifted between sleep and awake, almost purring. The older male was gently carding his fingers through his hair, watching the blond strands slip through his fingers like water with a soft smile on his lips. Pogue and Tyler just watched them, glancing to each other every now and again and communicating silently with their eyes, not even daring to move an inch in case they ruined the perfect scene.
They would wake up tomorrow morning with aches and pains from their awkward sleeping positions.
But it was so worth it.