It had begun at twilight, the hazy grey light breaking the horizon through the window of the dark room.

Tyler had crawled over Reid's softly snoring body, almost stumbling to the floor in the dim room to keep from jarring him awake with sharp knees or elbows in sensitive places. The bed they'd shared as kids during the nights they'd slept over at Caleb's had shrunk badly over the years and now barely held the both of them.

He'd crept out of the room as quietly as possible, needing a glass of water more than he needed his next breath of air.

Not as hung over as he'd expected to be after the belated birthday-slash-'congratulations on still being alive and saving our asses' party they'd held last night downstairs for Caleb, though the older boy had rolled his eyes at the lot of them. Then hid away in the corner with Sarah all night while the rest of them got wasted.

No one had been around downstairs and he'd vaguely remembered Pogue kicking everyone out around two in the morning after making sure they all had sobered up enough to drive. Always the responsible one, when it all came down to it.

The water had done him worlds of good and he'd padded silently back up the old, ornate staircase, the house almost as familiar to him in the dark as his own. Pausing as he'd gotten close to Caleb's bedroom door and frowning at the muffled sounds coming from inside.

Sarah had left hours earlier with Kate or it would never have crossed his mind to ease open the cracked door, biting his lip as he hesitantly stuck his head in the room. His eyes had taken a few moments to get used to the darkness, blinking in the silver glow that illuminated the bed where Caleb lay shifting restlessly in the sheets, his face a mask of pain. Strangled groaning sounds coming from his throat as he fought whatever was in his dreams.

Tyler had crossed over to the bed, a hand lightly gripping one of the older boy's muscled shoulders as he shook him gently, worried about the silvery tracks of tears that slid from Caleb's lashes to his temples. He had been jerked onto the bed, flipped under that big, hard body before he had a chance to gasp, realize what was happening.

Caleb's mouth hot, desperate over his, tasting of fear, need. Tears.

He'd struggled instinctively, trying to squirm out from under the older boy, but strong hands had pinned his wrists, the mouth over his becoming harsher, rougher, until he'd stopped fighting. Eyes huge, head spinning as he panted under him.

Then Caleb's lips had gentled over his, the desperation turning gentle, coaxing, until Tyler had given in with a gasp. Lips parting, allowing the other boy's tongue to slide along his own and gasping as it sent sparks of unexpected pleasure through his body.

Forgetting everything but the warm rush of pleasure, the feel of that soft, hot mouth over his own, he'd kissed him back, eagerly. Their tongues slick and warm as they slid along each other's, lips soft, the slight stubble on Caleb's face just heightening the sensations skittering through Tyler.

The slide of sharp teeth, a soft bite to his bottom lip making him whimper.

The world had frozen, along with their bodies, as the soft sound echoed in the quiet room. Caleb's head had come up sharply, dark eyes aware, finally, searching his own in something akin to horror. Sliding from Tyler's panting face and wide eyes to the hands gripping his slender wrists, pinning them to the bed.

The older boy had let him go as if he had scalded him, sliding off the bed and backing up, eyes almost wild.

Tyler had swallowed, fingers going to his swollen lips before scrabbling off of the bed, taking a step towards the older boy but stopping dead as Caleb backed up. "Fuck, Ty. I'm sorry, fuck," he whispered, but Tyler had shaken his head hard.

Swallowed again before he'd hushed the older boy, taking another step towards him and resting a hand lightly on Caleb's shoulder, feeling the skin twitch, muscles jump under his palm. "It's okay, man. You were dreaming."

He'd smiled, though his whole world had suddenly gotten twisted upside down, inside out. Backed up, heading for the door as he'd glanced back at Caleb one last time, not daring to look back towards the bed. "Just get some sleep. Forget about it, its nothing."

If only they'd been able to.

Things had gotten extremely complicated after that night but as much as his heart is pounding sickeningly in his throat now, he can't really say that he wants to take it all back.

Tyler shifts in the driver's seat, glancing again at the lit up numbers telling him it was almost seven in the morning. He'd gotten a message from Caleb last night asking him to meet him here, in what he'd come to think of as 'their spot' in the back of his mind, and though he'd have preferred to pretend he had never gotten the text, he could never tell Caleb no.

Things between them had been tense the last few weeks. Hell, months. Tenser than usual, at least.

College is starting in three weeks and he, Caleb and Sarah are all heading off to Harvard. With things the way they currently were, that was more than awkward.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what the older boy wants to talk about, though Tyler is a little surprised he is getting the speech at all.

It wasn't like they'd ever been together, Caleb hadn't ever stopped seeing Sarah. Never stopped trying to deny everything that they did with each other, never stopped beating himself up afterwards.

They were just.. some fucked up version of reluctant, addicted fuck buddies or something.

Reid'd know the right term, he muses darkly, but the blonde isn't really speaking to him at the moment. Just another fucked up thing in his fucked up life.

He swallows roughly as he stares out the window at the dew glittering along the ground, the fog rolling in. Eyes distant as he watches the thin sliver of light starting to slide over the horizon just as the headlights of Caleb's car break through the darkness behind him.

Twilight.

It is only fitting, he thinks as he slowly opens the door and slides out, since this had all started when night was breaking slowly into day, that moment of time between dark and light, the past and the future. When the world was caught in that time when things were still grey, hazy and unsure, but full of possibilities.

Of course it would end there, too.