PT - Bad Boy

When Tyler was 16, he went through the 'bad boy' phase most teenage boys went through. Pogue was pretty sure that phase was when he fell in love with the youngest Son.

"Mr. Sims, the blackboard is up here, not on your lap," Mr. Garret, the elderly English teacher, scolded, "One more time, and I will take your phone for safe-keeping."

"Fine," Tyler sighed and dropped his phone into his school bag.

Five minutes later, he was back on it, and the teacher was next to his desk, extending his hand for Tyler to give up his phone.

"Did you do the homework?" Reid asked before class and Tyler shook his head.

"I didn't have time," he explained and shrugged, "It's whatever."

"Now we're both screwed, Ty, great."

"Shot shot shot shot shot!" The crowd chanted and a group of teenagers downed shots of vodka, Tyler being one of them. He laughed as he set the shot-glass down and then found his way out of the crowd, stumbling as he found his way to the couch.

Pogue had been watching Tyler's little rebellious streak for the past couple of weeks, and he couldn't explain the feelings stirring in him each time he mouthed off to a teacher, each time he cut class or came late, each time... hell, everything Tyler did had Pogue shifting in his seat.

Tonight was his night, though.

"How many shots did you do?" Pogue asked as he sat down next to a laughing Tyler.

"Enough," he shrugged and let himself fall over to rest on Pogue's side.

"Enough?"

"Enough to do this," Tyler corrected and slid his hand around to cup the back of Pogue's neck. He pulled the older boy down for a sloppy kiss tasting of the vodka Tyler drank and the beer Pogue had been drinking.

Okay, Pogue wasn't expecting for this to go down exactly as he was, but Tyler being in charge like this? Way hotter than what he was planning on doing.

"Baby boy, whoa," Pogue panted when they broke apart for air, "I was going to kiss you, but um, this works, too."

"Shut up and kiss me, Pogue," Tyler slurred out and pulled Pogue in for another kiss.