Something blurs through his line of vision and Caleb blinks, drawn out of his thoughts by the hand waving in front of his face. Pogue arches a brow at him and grins, shaking his head.

"Damn, dude, you were a thousand miles away, there." He waggles his eyebrows up and down teasingly, smile turning sly and naughty. "Thinkin' bout a certain petite blonde?"

Feeling his skin tingle with the beginnings of a telling flush, Caleb coughs out a laugh and shakes his head, rubbing his palm down over his face. "You have no idea," is all he says, before going back to their conversation in hopes that the other boy would drop it. Somehow, he doubts that Pogue wanted to hear that it was Tyler that was making him so damned distracted, not Sarah.

She played a big part in his current train of thought but not in the way his brother thought.

He hadn't really felt guilty not telling her about kissing Tyler, that first kiss, because it had been more an accident that anything else. Neither one of them had meant for it to happen, had planned for it to happen. It just had. He'd been asleep, for the most part, and Tyler definitely hadn't been to blame.

He'd felt guilty that it had happened but more for Tyler's sake than anything else.

Yesterday, though, he didn't know what to call that. He'd been too surprised to stop him, too shocked to really kiss him back, so he wasn't sure if that was considered cheating or not. It hadn't been intentional on his part but.. Tyler's words still haunted him, tumbling around in his head non-stop, making him wonder just what he'd meant by that.

He half wondered if it wasn't Tyler's overblown way of making him not feel so guilty about that night. A 'there, we're even' kind of thing.

But there had been so much.. hunger in that kiss; even without him responding, he'd felt the heat, the need in it. But Tyler didn't want him, did he? He'd never shown any sign of it before.

Which led him back to the thought that it was still his fault this was happening because without him kissing Tyler that night, he was positive that it never would have entered the younger boy's mind. Hell, if he'd thought of Tyler wanting any of them, he would have thought it would have been Reid.

He hadn't intended to corner him again, not after last time. But he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, wondering about it. It was an ache he just couldn't stop pressing, poking.

He'd caught Tyler's arm after class, motioning to the other guys to go on. Reid had almost said something but Tyler had waved him on with a roll of his eyes, keeping the unaffected front until Caleb had pulled him into one of the empty, dim classrooms.

There had been words, he was sure of it, something along the lines of, 'We have to talk about this,' and 'We really don't,' and he knew he'd planned out more words than that but somehow..

Tyler had looked at him and though there wasn't a lot of light in the room, there was enough to see the expression in them, the softness there, and he had slid his palm over the younger boy's hair, not knowing what to say. The feathersoft brush of hair against his palm had turned to soft, warm skin as Tyler swallowed at the unexpected touch, leaning into it, causing his hand to slide down and cup his cheek. Touch lingering, the moment as slow, drawn out as warm honey.

He isn't sure who moved first but his mouth is on Tyler's again and fuck him but it just feels right even though everything in his head is saying it's wrong, so wrong.

It isn't desperate, isn't hungry, not this time. It's slow and soft, deliberate, every brush of lips, every unhurried slide of tongue. Tyler's breath sighs out soft and wondering into his mouth, the slighter boy leaning into him, hands settling lightly on his shoulders. Caleb moans, his hand still cradling the younger boy's cheek, his other sliding into the sleek black hair to cup the back of his head.

The feel of his mouth, taste of him, so new and addictive, though the smell and solidness of his body is something as familiar to him as his own and it sends him reeling. Should feel stranger, to be kissing someone he'd known his entire life but they just fit in ways he didn't understand, didn't expect. Easing some of the ever-present turmoil in his mind that had been there for the past few months, calming the ache in his chest.

Tyler giving him a peace he hadn't realized he needed.

"Caleb?" the younger boy whispers against his mouth, tone confused, questioning, just as lost as he feels, and he sucks in a slow breath, lips catching softly along Tyler's, lingering there against them for another stretched out moment before lifting his head.

"We can't keep doing this." A soft laugh comes from his throat, the sound rough, not amused. "Whatever the hell this is."

Tyler nods slowly, glancing down, away, and licking over his lips, and it's all Caleb can do to not dip his head down again, catch that soft mouth and forget everything again.

"I'm dating Sarah. This isn't fair to her," he tells him, taking a step back and raking a hand through his hair. Tyler looks up again, eyes calm and soft, so, so blue.

"I kind of think you're the one who drug me into an empty classroom, Caleb," he says quietly, grabbing his bag from the floor where it had slipped to sometime during the last few minutes.

Caleb shoves his hands into his pockets and watches, eyes staying on that slim back until the door closes behind Tyler, because really, there's nothing he can say to that.