-1Okay, I Lied

A/N: I know, I know. I said it was the end…. I lied hehehe. But I'm sure you can all forgive me, right?! So I think this is it. This is the finale. I hope.

Warning: Well… I don't wanna spoil the plot here… but more than two people doing certain activities, ahem.

Caleb didn't think he took too long getting candles and a flashlight, considering the circumstances: no light at all until he found a flashlight, and they rarely ever used candles so he had to search a little. It couldn't have taken more than five minutes, though, ten the most. It didn't seem that long to him, but, apparently, his brothers had thought otherwise.

He didn't know if boredom drove them to this, or the adrenaline spike from the power going out and being left in the dark, or just sheer curiosity. He didn't think he wanted to know, but there they were on the living room floor, kissing and touching like there was no tomorrow.

Pogue was sitting against the couch with Tyler in his lap, or more like Tyler was straddling his hips, and their lips were meeting in hurried but sensual kisses. Of course, Reid couldn't be left out; he was behind Tyler, leaving bites and kisses on Tyler's neck. All three were pulling at clothes and trying to find skin; Pogue's shirt was in the process of being thrown off, Reid already had his shirt off, and Tyler, innocent, baby boy Tyler, his jeans were undone and someone--Caleb couldn't tell who from the scarce light and distance--had their hand down them. By the sounds of it, they were all enjoying themselves quite a bit.

Not sure what to do, Caleb looked from left to right, as if the dark room could give him an answer, and slowly backed away. He was almost to safety when he tripped over the edge of the rug. The flashlight fell out of his hand and he yelped as he tried to break his fall. He hadn't hurt himself but now he was caught, if the sudden silence of the room meant anything.

"Caleb," Came a mischievous chuckle, and Caleb could tell it was Reid even with the flashlight nearly a yard away from his reach. "Care to join?"

"Actually, I, uh, was just heading to bed," Caleb chuckled nervously and stood up slowly.

"Of course." And then he was being dragged by a firm grip on his wrist. He was dragged down to the floor and promptly had a warm weight on his lap.

"Reid, I really don't think--" But Caleb's words were cut off by lips on his own. They were soft, familiar, and definitely not Reid's. "Tyler," he breathed out and he could feel Tyler smile against his lips.

"It's okay," Tyler murmured as he slowly undid Caleb's shirt. "They wanted a replay of that night. Let's give them one."

"I think they're a little preoccupied," Caleb retorted with a snort; he could just make out Reid and Pogue's silhouettes and that was enough to know what was happening.

"Their loss," Tyler breathed against Caleb's ear and slid his shirt down his arms, following it with feather light touches that made the older Son's breath hitch. "I don't regret last time," he told him in a barely there whisper and that was when Caleb's brain decided to shut off.

He tossed his shirt to the side then pulled himself up onto the couch, along with Tyler. As he caught the younger Son's lips in a heated kiss, he pinned him down on the couch. Tyler's sound of surprise quickly dissipated into tiny noises of pleasures coming from the back of his throat. They brought back memories of their first--and only--time.

It was just a game of truth or dare; it was supposed to be just a kiss, but Caleb couldn't resist. That kiss led to another, then another, then into something much more that they carried out back at home, in Caleb's room. No alcohol let both Caleb and Tyler remember that night very clearly.

A mumbled, "Finally, he got into it," pulled Caleb out of reveries just soon enough to feel a warm body behind him, leaving kisses down his spine, roaming hands undoing his jeans. Beneath him, he felt someone nuzzle their head into his neck and switch between kissing his skin and Tyler's.

They were all touching in some way and the heat of it all made Caleb's head spin, but he just closed his eyes and went with it. All their breathing was coming out in shallow pants by now, their body heat was heating the air of the room, and no one could tell just who was touching who anymore.

They all knew, though, they were in for one hell of a night.