Pogue/Caleb - Cover
"Your phone's going off," Caleb breathed out as his neck was assaulted by Pogue's mouth. Without stopping, Pogue reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and tossed it towards the pile of clothes in the corner. Caleb tightened his fingers in Pogue's hair and pulled him up to smash their mouths together in a hungry kiss.
"Where were you last night, Pogue? You didn't answer your phone," Kate questioned and took a seat next to Pogue at their lunch table.
"I was riding... sort of can't pick up when both of my hands are busy," Pogue explained with a smile and kissed Kate apologetically.
"Get dressed, Sarah just texted me. She's coming over here with her prom dress," Caleb said frantically and tossed clothes at Pogue.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, where's my shirt?" Pogue asked. He was standing in the middle of Caleb's room, shirtless and with his pants still undone.
"I don't know! Here, wear one of mine," Caleb said and tossed him a random t-shirt from his dresser. "And zip up your pants!"
Pogue laughed and fixed his pants before walking over to Caleb. He pulled him closer by his belt loops and kissed him softly to calm him down. "Relax," he murmured and pressed his forehead against Caleb's.
Caleb let out a deep breath and let himself relax in Pogue's arms. "Okay... okay."
The doorbell rang, and they reluctantly pulled apart.
The lights in the theater slowly dimmed, and the movie began to play. Almost automatically, Kate rested her head against Pogue's shoulder, and he put his arm around her. Sarah wrapped her arms around one of Caleb's and rested her head on his shoulder as well. Caleb smiled at her, and they shared a quick kiss before going back to the movie.
Throughout the movie, Pogue and Caleb managed to find each other's free hands and would hold on for a second or two. It wasn't much, but it was enough to hold them off til that night.
"Y'know," Kate said as she took a seat on Sarah's bed with a bottle of pink nail polish, "I haven't slept with Pogue in nearly two weeks."
"Some is better than none! Caleb says he's waiting for marriage, can you believe that?" Sarah exclaimed, then blew on her nails to dry the polish.
"He's Caleb, of course I can believe that... Pogue, though.. we never were at it all the time, but at least once or twice a week. Now, nothing," Kate sighed. "A girl has needs, too, you know."
"Oh... I know," Sarah smirked then let out a laugh. "These boys are much different than the ones in Boston."
"Maybe we should get us some of those."
"I think we should tell them," Caleb said breathlessly, stopping Pogue mid-thrust. They locked eyes and stared at each other for what seemed like forever before the tension in Pogue's body left, and he collapsed on Caleb, his head in Caleb's neck and their body's connected in every way.
"We should."
