A/N: This one's really long…

Tyler didn't know how long they stood there, but he didn't really care. Pogue's strong arms around him steadied him while his warmth soothed him. He could feel his body relaxing, his heart unclenching, his tears drying.

Pogue had been silent the entire time and just stood there, giving Tyler all of the comfort he needed. He didn't say anything until he felt the tension drain from Tyler's body. "Break-ups are a bitch, huh?" he joked softly and drew his head back so that he could rest his forehead and against Tyler's and look him in the eye.

Tyler let out a raspy breath in response and reached up to wipe away the rest of his tears with the back of his sleeves. "Not helping, Pogue."

"I made you laugh, didn't I?" he pointed out and traced Tyler's still moist cheekbone with his thumb.

"I guess," Tyler sniffled and rested his head on Pogue's shoulder. "…I thought Reid was gunna be here."

"Yeah, he figured I was a better option… unless you don't want me to be here," Pogue told him, the insecurity about Tyler's feelings for him jumping up again.

Tyler let out a huff of disbelief and shook his head. "I would have ran away when I saw you if I didn't want to see you."

Pogue chuckled and the rumble in his chest brought warmth to Tyler. "I was worried, y'know," the older Son admitted and ran his hands down Tyler's back and sides to rest on his waist.

"Why?" Tyler asked, confusion clear in his voice, and picked his head up to furrow his eyebrows at him.

"I thought you were going to choose him over me," Pogue confessed, his gaze falling to the floor while his hold on Tyler tightened protectively.

"I would never… you guys, the Covenant, are always first. You are first," Tyler told him, his eyes catching Pogue's to let him know he meant it. He let the atmosphere stay serious for a moment before cracking a smile. "Well, and Reid. I'm gunna have to juggle between you two now."

Pogue let out a laugh and shook his head in disbelief. "There's always some kind of competition for your attention, isn't there?"

Tyler shrugged in mock innocence. "I'm a popular guy."

"I'm sure," Pogue murmured and looked down at Tyler's lips as his tongue came out to wet his own. He ran one hand through Tyler's hair and let it rest on the back of his neck, his fingers tangled in his hair while his thumb stroked the curve of his jaw. "But it's my turn to have you all to myself, right?"

"Technically, this is supposed to be Reid's time…" Tyler teased, his spirits lifted as he let himself just enjoy the moment with Pogue—he could worry about the aftermath of breaking up with Justin tomorrow.

"Yeah, well, he's spending the night at Caleb's, unless you want me to go get him," Pogue played along and moved back to sit on Tyler's bed, his fingers slipping into Tyler's belt loops to pull him with him.

"No, I think you'll do," Tyler grinned and let one knee rest on the bed, the other leg resting against it between Pogue's legs.

"I'll do?" Pogue laughed, "I think I'll more than do."

Tyler's grin got even bigger. "Yeah? You should show me."

Pogue licked his lips as he once again moved his gaze to Tyler's mouth. "I think I can do that," he murmured and pulled Tyler closer, making his other leg bend to rest his knee on the bed so that Tyler was straddling his lap.

"Well, go ahead then," Tyler murmured in reply, his own eyes darting between Pogue's eyes and his lips and back again.

Pogue smirked and trailed his hand up Tyler's back to rest on the nape of his neck. He leaned in and pulled Tyler in closer so they met halfway, their lips slotting together perfectly.

Both of them had their eyes closed as they reveled in the feel of their lips moving against one another's. Pogue was first to move past just lips and ran his tongue along Tyler's bottom lip. It had the younger teen whimpering and tangling his own tongue with Pogue's.

Everything Pogue did had Tyler emitting some kind of small noise, and Pogue quickly realized he was addicted, but he didn't want to rush this. Reluctantly, he pulled away before either of them could get carried away and rested his forehead against Tyler's.

"We should take this slow," he explained and ran his hands along Tyler's sides soothingly. He let them stop to rest on the small of his back, under his shirt so he could feel the warmth of his skin.

"Yeah," Tyler agreed softly and stroked his thumb along Pogue's jaw.

Pogue gave him a small smile and maneuvered them to lay down by playfully tossing Tyler onto the bed, causing him to laugh and pull Pogue close to him so that they laid side by side, facing each other.

"Stay with me tonight?" Tyler asked, his eyes wide with hope and trust that had Pogue's heart fluttering.

"You think you can control yourself?" Pogue asked in a tantalizing manner and smirked as he ran his hand up Tyler's side with a feather-light touch, causing him to shiver and arch into him.

"Can you?" Tyler countered and slid his own hand under Pogue's shirt to run along his stomach and chest.

Pogue chuckled and leaned in to press his lips against Tyler's in a soft kiss. "As long as you can," he murmured in reply.

Tyler smiled and inched in closer towards Pogue so he could rest his head on the arm Pogue had folded under his own head. They laid in silence for a moment before Tyler spoke. "I thought about you… the first time I was with him," he said softly, his mind, though relaxed and collected, not able to completely keep Justin away from the forefront. "I wanted it to be you."

A bolt of jealousy ran through Pogue, but the knowledge that Tyler thought of him while he was with Justin had his mouth going dry. He swallowed against that dryness and pressed a kiss to Tyler's lips again. "Don't say things like that if you want me to control myself," he warned.

"Just wanted to let you know," Tyler smiled and placed a kiss on Pogue's lips, savoring the fact that he was allowed to do that now.

"Well, good to know," Pogue chuckled and wrapped his free arm around Tyler's waist to pull him closer, their legs tangling as he did so.

Tyler grinned and pulled Pogue into another kiss, this one with the sole purpose of exploring what they hadn't been able to for so long.

They spent the rest of the evening sharing kisses and talking softly, sharing things and learning about each other. They fell asleep in their clothes, tangled in the sheets and each other.

Pogue was the first to wake up the next morning and reluctantly had to pull himself away from Tyler to deal with nature calling. He untangled himself from Tyler's limbs as discretely as he could before quietly leaving the room and going down the hallway to the bathroom.

In his sleep-hazed state, he forgot that he wasn't on his floor, so when he opened the door, he wasn't expecting to see Justin; he definitely wasn't expecting to be punched by Justin then pushed against the bathroom wall; and he really wasn't expecting to see Justin's tear-stained face when he was finally able to orient himself.

"What the fuck is going on?" Pogue finally said and pushed himself off the wall to the sinks to rinse the blood coming from his lip.

"Don't act dumb. I know you didn't come down to this bathroom just for the hell of it. You slept with Tyler, the same fucking night he broke up with me. Really, you couldn't wait one damn day?" Justin seethed, his glaring, tear-filled eyes meeting Pogue's in the mirror as the long-haired teen tended to his lip.

Pogue scoffed and got a paper towel to dry his face. "You said you wanted Tyler to be happy, remember that? You punching me first thing in the morning is definitely not going to make that happen." He was definitely surprised at how calm and level-headed he was being, given the circumstances.

"He was happy with me, before you came along and made him break up with me," Justin argued and Pogue rolled his eyes, though Justin couldn't see since his back was turned to him as he got more paper to hold against his lip.

"I didn't make him do anything," Pogue pointed out as he turned and closed in on the other teen. "I told him I would do whatever he wanted, that he called the shots. I let him decide what and who he wanted," he said as he slowly approached Justin, causing him to move backwards and away from him. "And he told me he didn't want to hurt you, that as much as he wanted to be with me, it wasn't fair to leave you, but he didn't want to keep leading you on. He never cheated on you, and he would never do anything intentional to hurt you. You just need to get over yourself already," he finished by shoving Justin back the two steps he was away from the wall and giving him a small, satisfied smirk. "And if you can't and try to take it out on me again, I promise you that I'll help you get over it."

Justin huffed angrily and pushed himself off the wall and past Pogue to leave the bathroom. Pogue watched him leave and waited a minute before Using to stop the bruise he felt forming on his jaw. The cut on his lip wasn't too noticeable so he left that alone so that, if he saw Justin again, there would still be evidence of being punched. He hoped Tyler wouldn't notice right away because that would not make for a very good first morning together.

After he finished in the bathroom, he went back to Tyler's room and tried to slide back into bed without waking the other teen up. He thought he was in the clear, but as soon as he relaxed next to him, Tyler groggily opened his eyes and looked at Pogue with confusion and annoyance at being woken up.

Pogue apologized softly and pulled the comforter up to cover them some more. "Go back to sleep," he murmured as he settled in and pulled Tyler closer to him.

Tyler let out a tired grunt and inched closer to Pogue and the warmth he was giving off; it wasn't long before Pogue felt the younger Son's body relax completely as sleep took over. They spent all morning and some of the afternoon in bed, only rousing when Tyler finally decided he was too hungry to keep laying there.

They ordered in and afterwards, spent the afternoon and evening kissing and touching and exploring each other, until Reid came back and announced that he was going to a party and planning on coming back intoxicated and not alone.

"You can stay and watch if you want, but I'm not holding anything back," he told them as he changed into a proper 'going out' outfit.

"Tempting, but I think we're good without it," Tyler answered and sat up in bed, pulling the comforter with him and revealing Pogue's bare chest.

"You better be wearing pants, Pogue," Reid warned with an arched eyebrow. "Do what you will behind closed doors, but when I'm here, pants are required on both of you."

"But you just—"

"Shhhh, baby boy, don't think so much," Reid cooed with a smirk that had Tyler's face falling into a blank stare.

Pogue laughed and threw the comforter aside as he got up to stretch, at the same time revealing that he was, in fact, not completely naked, even if he was only clad in boxer briefs. "We can go to my house. My mom's visiting my Aunt for the weekend, so we'll have the house all to ourselves," he said and added a wink at the end directed at Tyler.

"I'll tell Caleb not to disturb you," Reid offered with another smirk.

"You're so nice, Reid," Tyler said flatly and threw a pillow at the blonde. It didn't faze Reid who just waggled his eyebrows in return.

"I'm out for now, so have fun kids, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Reid said with a wicked laugh as he grabbed his black zip-up and headed out.

Pogue rolled his eyes at him while Tyler laughed, and the two of them got dressed so they could relocate themselves to a different bed that was much bigger and far more comfortable.

They actually ended up on the couch with a throw blanket, three bowls of popcorn, two bottles of soda, and Pogue's entire DVD collection, and had a quiet evening in with no disturbances except for when Caleb called to ask if they wanted to catch the game at his house tomorrow. He made sure to mention that Reid had indeed informed them of their 'busy' status, but if they felt the need to come up for air, he'd appreciate if they could stop by and not make him spend a whole game listening to Reid talk about his conquests and sexual endeavors.

They agreed to go, then shortly after he hung up, Pogue lost his phone in the couch cushions when Tyler crawled into his lap and attacked his mouth.

It turned into another night of soft touches and exploring kisses that left the two of them warm inside and sated with happiness.