-1Pogue/Reid - Coming Out
Pogue seemed to be the typical guy: girl-crazy and hormone driven; most of the time, Pogue definitely agreed with that. He loved everything about girls and he definitely loved doing things with girls.
Lately, though, he found himself attracted to not just girls, but guys, too… or really, one guy. He wasn't going boy-crazy, he was going Reid-crazy.
Reid was quite an established ladies' man but everyone knew he dabbled in hooking up with the good looking males that could be found in Ipswich.
That never really bothered Pogue before; why should he care who Reid screwed around with? He was his brother, one of his best friends, it didn't matter what he was into, he was still Reid.
That's why he couldn't explain the feeling that grew in the pit of his stomach every time Reid went off with some random chick, or worse, some random guy. He didn't have a problem with it, well at least not the kind of problem he would expect to have.
The sort of problem he had was surprising, to him at least. He would get jealous; that was it, he remembered feeling it with Kate--he didn't like it.
It didn't help that Reid seemed to be egging him on a lot more lately and it always seemed to end up with them touching each other in some way. Sure, it was usually a punch or two, or maybe a noogie, or something along those lines, but still, it was contact, and if Pogue didn't know any better, he'd say Reid did it on purpose.
But this was Reid, he liked to mess around. He always had.
Pogue wasn't sure if he could take it anymore so when one of their tiffs turned into a shoving match, he decided that it would be a good time to just come out and say it.
"Reid, cut it out," Pogue barked as he grabbed the front of Reid's shirt and pulled him closer, "I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"I think I like you."
Reid laughed because he was pretty sure Pogue was just messing with him but then Pogue pulled him even closer and by the roughness of it, Reid thought he was going back to fighting. Then he felt Pogue's lips crashing down on his own.
Okay, maybe Pogue wasn't kidding.
