-1Pogue/Tyler - FRT - Seven Things

"I can get any girl I want in here," Pogue smirked and shot Reid a challenging look. "Just try me."

Tyler wanted to open his mouth and ask why he would need any of those girls when he had him, but decided against it and just drank his coke. Pogue didn't seem to notice that Tyler didn't speak to him the rest of the night.

--

Pogue came back from getting some girl's number at the bar to find that Tyler wasn't sitting with the rest of the guys anymore.

"Where's Ty, guys?"

"I dunno, some guy started talking to him, I think they went over to the pool tables or something," Reid shrugged, "Did you get the number?"

Pogue threw the small slip of paper the girl had given him at Reid then pushed his way through people to go find Tyler. He wasn't happy to see some random guy helping Tyler 'improve his stance' as he threw darts.

"Piss off, kid. He's mine," Pogue nearly growled as he grabbed Tyler's hand and dragged him away.

Tyler thought about objecting and saying that he was just having some fun, but he just sighed and let himself be pulled.

--

"Duuude, did you see that girl? There's no way she's wearing anything under that skirt," Reid laughed as he eyed the girl at the bar.

"Five bucks says you can't get her number," Pogue challenged.

"I'll give you ten if you get Tyler to go up to her."

"Nah, man, Tyler's not into that."

"You guys are assholes," Caleb chuckled and shook his head.

Tyler felt like pushing Pogue away and telling them all to screw themselves but he stayed put and looked around the bar; they would be leaving soon anyway.

--

"What's wrong, baby boy?" Pogue asked as they walked up the stairs to their floor.

"Nothing," Tyler murmured, looking down at his shoes as they walked.

"You seem off," Pogue murmured and wrapped his arms around Tyler. "You sure you're okay?" He asked, tickling him a bit.

Tyler laughed and squirmed away, "I'm fine, really."

"Good," Pogue smiled and leaned in for a kiss when they were near Tyler's room. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

"Night, love you," Pogue grinned and squeezed Tyler's hand.

Tyler gave him a small smile back, "Yeah, love you too."

--

"I'm sorry, Tyler, I didn't mean to," Pogue apologized desperately.

Tyler just shrugged and sat down on the edge of his bed, facing away from Pogue because he didn't want the other boy to see how much he hurt him. "It's fine, it's nothing, just a kiss, right?"

"I don't even like her, Ty, it just was just… in the moment. I swear I'll never screw up like that again."

"Alright," Tyler shrugged again and rested his elbows on his knees.

"No, baby boy, c'mon, look at me and say you're alright."

"Hey, what's going on?" Reid asked as he came into the dorm.

"Nothing," Pogue sighed, "I was just leaving… we'll talk later, alright, baby boy?"

"Yeah, sure," Tyler murmured and stared down at the floor.

He ignored Reid when he asked what was wrong and just turned away when Reid asked why he was crying.

--

Tyler felt his breath catch in his throat as he licked his lips and watched Pogue take his shirt off. He looked so good in those hip hugger jeans, low enough that Tyler could see all the defined lines of Pogue's abs.

And when Pogue gave him that knowing smirk, that teasing look with his sparkling eyes, he couldn't help himself when he pressed his body against Pogue's, pushing Pogue back against the lockers, and kissed him right there in the locker room.

--

They laid in Pogue's bed, panting and breathless and sweaty and limp, tangled everywhere, from their hands to their legs.

"I love you, baby boy."

"I love you, too."

Tyler closed his eyes and sighed; it was times like these that put truth behind those words.