-1Pogue/Tyler - Mistletoe
"Hey, Mrs. Sims, is this mistletoe?" Reid asked as he pulled the mentioned item from a box full of ornaments.
"Yes, yes it is, do you want to put it up somewhere?"
"Sure," Reid smirked; he knew the perfect place to put it: the entrance to the living room. So many people were walking through there, there was bound to be some awkward kisses taking place sooner or later.
"Reid, stop lollygagging around and help us out here!" Mr. Sims scolded as he wrapped tinsel around the Christmas tree. "You can help Caleb with the tree lights."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Reid rolled his eyes, grabbing some tape and shoving Caleb as he passed him.
"Hey, watch it," Caleb glared; that glared turned into a look of amusement when he saw Reid taping the mistletoe up. "You're serious?"
"Yeah, man," Reid chuckled and hopped off the chair he was standing on, "Get your camera ready, Mrs. Sims, I got five bucks saying that Pogue and Tyler are gunna be the first ones to get caught under here."
"Oh! I'll go do that!" Mrs. Sims rushed out of the living room to go look for the camera.
"Where are those two, anyway?" Mr. Sims asked, "We'll be finished before they even make an appearance."
"They're upstairs changing. They got soaked in the snow," Caleb explained.
"Pft, changing, more like they're getting it on."
"Now, now, Pogue's a nice boy, he wouldn't do that."
That had Reid's sides splitting with how hard he laughed. Pogue was a nice boy? Too good.
"Uh, Mr. Sims," Caleb cleared his throat and let out an awkward chuckle, "I think Pogue's been leading you on or something."
"No, of course not, he's a good kid, he knows when to control his hormones."
"Are you sure you're not talking about Tyler?"
"Tyler? I would think that Tyler's the one who starts all their escapades."
That was it; Reid was going to die of laughter. Caleb, on the other hand, chuckled and shook his head; he wasn't about to argue with Tyler's father about that subject.
"What are you laughing about?" Tyler asked as he descended down the stairs with Pogue trailing behind him.
"Your… your dad," Reid managed to get out in his laughter. "Oh God, what your dad thinks."
"What does my dad think…?" Tyler asked cautiously, slowing down a bit on the stairs.
"It's nothing, son, Reid just a few loose screws in that head of his," Mr. Sims chuckled and shook his head.
"What took you guys so long?" Caleb asked, "We got like half the stuff done already."
"Sorry," Pogue smirked and wrapped his arms around Tyler, leading him into the living room.
"STOP! Right there!"
Tyler nearly tripped over his own two feet at his mother's order; Pogue jus about tripped over Tyler because of that.
"What's going on?"
"Look up," Caleb chuckled.
Pogue and Tyler looked up and saw the mistletoe hanging above them; Tyler blushed a bright red while Pogue's smirk got even wider.
"Give all the credit to me," Reid smirked and fell down onto the couch. "C'mon, I wanna see a show here," he urged as he got comfortable.
"But… but… I…" Tyler shook his head, "In front of all you?"
"Go ahead, Tyler, it's just a kiss. I know you two have done a lot more than that," Mr. Sims encouraged and Tyler turned even more red.
"…does it have to be just a kiss?" Pogue asked, smirking into Tyler's neck.
"See? Pogue's a good sport, Tyler, go on."
Reid wanted to laugh at how whatever Pogue did was twisted into a good thing, but no, he had to see Tyler die of embarrassment first.
Tyler let out a small whiny noise and turned around in Pogue's arms, looking up at him with a pout. "Just a kiss, okay?"
"Okay, okay," Pogue chuckled, "Just a kiss, promise."
"Okay."
Tyler waited another (awkward) moment before leaning up to press his lips to Pogue's in a soft, barely there kiss. The kind that always got Pogue wanting more. And Tyler knew that. The tease.
Something Tyler didn't know, though, was that his mom was right behind them, waiting with a camera. He seemed to have forgot her presence but as soon as he pulled away from Pogue, she made sure he knew she was there.
"I got it! Oh, this is going to make such a lovely Christmas card!" She put a hand over her heart and sighed in a melodramatic way.
Tyler's blush faded and took his regular skin color with him.
"You're not…"
"I am."
"She is."
"…can I get a copy?"
Tyler smacked Pogue upside the head and stalked off up the stairs and to his room.
"He gets so bratty sometimes, where did we go wrong?" Mr. Sims sighed and shook his head. "You have to start rubbing off on him, Pogue, get him to be more like you."
"Rich is right, sweetie, you definitely need to teach Tyler how to behave," Mrs. Sims shook her head. "You're such a nice boy, I don't know why Tyler doesn't try to be more like you."
Pogue stood there with an award-worthy grin; Reid laughed his ass off and even Caleb joined in.
Mr. and Mrs. Sims looked at each other with confusion but just shrugged it off, figuring it was just a teenage thing.
"Who wants to help me get Tyler back down here?"
"I'll do it," Pogue's grin got even wider and Reid and Caleb laughed harder. They knew why he was volunteering…. Tyler's parents..?
"See? Such a nice boy."
If only they knew.
