The first night Pogue and Tyler spent together was a Saturday night in Pogue's dorm. On that night, Pogue found out something interesting about Tyler.
Pogue led the way into his room, his fingers intertwined with Tyler's as he pulled him in, both of them laughing. "Shhhh," Pogue chuckled and closed the door before pressing Tyler against with his body. "I made you break curfew," Pogue smirked as he pressed his lips against Tyler's.
"You're a bad influence," Tyler murmured into the kiss and tangled one of his hands in Pogue's hair. The other hand he slid along the wall, searching for the light switch and flipping it on when he found it.
Pogue pretended not to notice and just tugged Tyler towards the bed.
The next time, it was in Tyler's dorm room, and when Tyler turned the light on the nightstand on, Pogue gave him an odd look, but Tyler just shrugged it off.
It continued to happen anytime they slept together, and Pogue's curiosity needed to be satisfied.
"Okay, what's the deal?" Pogue asked when Tyler had pulled away from him to turn the light in his room on. "Are you afraid of the dark or something?"
"No..." Tyler answered sheepishly and stayed on the edge of the bed instead laying next to Pogue.
"Come on, Ty, you're always turning the light on whenever things start getting hot. It's either you're scared of the dark or you're scared of me in the dark... which makes no sense."
Tyler sighed and moved over to sit next to Pogue. "It was never about the dark..." he started off in a murmur and picked at the comforter under them. "I just... like seeing you when we... you know."
Pogue smirked and wrapped his arms around Tyler, pulling him close. "When we what?" he teased and left a trail of nips and kisses down the younger teen's neck and onto his shoulder.
"Pogue, you know what," Tyler whined but let himself succumb to Pogue's wandering mouth. He reached around him and weaved his fingers into Pogue's hair as his own head dropped back to rest on the older teen's shoulder.
"Yeah, I do?"
"Yeah, you do," Tyler said and turned his head to graze his teeth against Pogue's neck, "And if you don't hurry up, you won't getting any of it tonight."
"Feisty," Pogue chuckled but complied and hurried along to the good stuff.
That night, he kept his eyes locked with Tyler's the entire time, and he swore it was the most intense, bordering on blindness with how powerful it was, orgasm he had ever reached.
He understood then.
