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blue_bells» Title: Quadratic Equations
» Fandom: The Covenant
» Warnings: PWP, double penetration, math
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Caleb/Reid/Tyler/Pogue
» Summary: Tyler's having trouble studying and his coven have their own ways of helping him remember.
» A/N: This is three thousand words of almost pure PWP. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grlkat2 of the Five Acts Meme under the prompts: Moresomes, semi-rough, oral/voice fixation. Posted here for length. Note these four are not actually related, so take the use of the word 'brothers' with a grain of salt to indicate their inclusion in the same coven.
Caleb and Tyler are the only ones still studying, no surprises there.
Reid and Pogue had given up an hour ago and Caleb twitches every time one of them snickers, or a high ting of metal on metal rings out through the drawing room as his brothers make a successful move of quarters on the table top.
He’s having trouble focusing and it’s not just the distraction of their noise; he’s hungry.
Caleb glances over the top of his book at Tyler who’s still bowed over his math textbook, frowning in concentration as he worked through the problem. Caleb watches the pen Tyler taps against his lips and his attention wanders to the water bottle by Tyler’s books. Caleb thinks he can wait for dinner as long as he has some water in him.
Tyler looks up from his books, blinking at Caleb as he uncaps Tyler’s bottle and helps himself, throat rolling in long swallows and he drains half the water in one go. Tyler’s still blinking at him with this unreadable expression when Caleb lowers the bottle, water beaded on his lips.
Caleb tilts the bottle at him in question.
“What’s the formula for the quadratic equation?” Tyler asks him without even looking at it.
Caleb sets the bottle at the corner of Tyler’s textbook.
“X is the value of minus b plus or minus the square root of b-squared minus four-A-C over two-A.”
Tyler’s shoulders slouch in disappointment.
“How am I ever going to learn that?”
“If I can remember it, you can, too,” Caleb encourages and squeezes his shoulder.
Tyler gives him an exasperated sulk like he doesn’t share Caleb’s faith, so Caleb just smiles and tries to cheer him up with a kiss. It’s a good sign Tyler’s still willing to try that he doesn’t move away, eyes sliding shut when Caleb’s mouth presses against his, easy and affectionate, but then something changes, Caleb lingers longer than he should and Tyler breathes in against his skin, pushing up into Caleb’s mouth, still soft, still just a little shy.
“Your mouth is wet,” Tyler wipes the stray beads of water from Caleb’s upper lip when he pulls back.
Caleb searches Tyler’s open face, his arms bracketing their youngest with hands on the back of his chair and his armrest. Tyler looks back and Caleb reads the question in his eyes, thinking to himself that the answer might actually be ‘yes’ when Reid’s voice startles them.
“Given up on study, guys?”
Caleb and Tyler exchange a look.
“Want to take a break?” Tyler asks.
Caleb considers it and trails fingers down the open spine of Tyler’s textbook. Pogue and Reid are watching him expectantly when he looks up, and he likes the slow smile of understanding on Reid’s face when Caleb cocks an eyebrow. Pogue’s gaze shifts to Tyler with a lazy kind of warming distraction.
Caleb has an idea.
Fifteen minutes later, Pogue has Tyler in his lap on that same chair, bent over the desk with his forehead pressed to Reid’s chest. Reid hovers over them, seated at the desk’s edge and his legs dangling on either side of his brothers as he buries fingers in Tyler’s hair, kisses the top of his head with a smirk when Tyler whimpers trying to rock back down onto Pogue, but there are hands around his hips and Pogue isn’t moving.
“C’mon, baby boy, have some water,” Caleb hands Reid the bottle and enjoys the strained line of Tyler between his brothers as Reid tilts Tyler’s head back, trickling water into his mouth.
“Try again,” Reid says with a teasing smile and thumbs the last drops from the corner of Tyler’s mouth.
Tyler’s pupils are blown wide and his eyes slide shut with a groan as Pogue grips and squeezes him between his legs, stroking him tightly. He keens, arching back into Pogue with a frustrated groan when he tries to raise himself up, but Pogue’s hands hold him firm. Tyler buries his face against his neck.
“Pogue,” Tyler half-pleas, half-growls and Pogue gives them an expectant look like they can’t possibly expect him not to react. Reid and Caleb just glare him down.
They were helping Tyler and alleviating their own boredom at the same time.
Though Pogue really looked like this was killing him, maybe Caleb should have done this himself. He knew Pogue was putty in Tyler’s hands and from the strangled groan Pogue bucks with, inciting Tyler to hiss with relief, Caleb thinks Tyler might get Pogue to break soon.
“Jeez, fuck, just get it right, Ty,” Pogue begs, his forehead dropping to Tyler’s shoulder. “Please.”
Tyler winces with the effort, vice grip on Pogue’s arms for leverage. Caleb can see him scrambling to collect his thoughts.
“Minus… b, plus or… minus—“
“I love it when you say ‘minus’,” Pogue mutters beside his ear.
Tyler twists to look back at him and smiles.
“Minus,” He grins and moans when Pogue crushes their mouths together, messy and wanton, with a hand in his hair and this was totally falling apart.
“Hey.” Caleb kicks Pogue’s ankle and succeeds in breaking them apart with much reluctance and not a lot of distance.
“Fuck, I love your mouth,” Is Pogue’s only reply, but he’s looking at Tyler who’s practically glowing with the flush of his pleasure and beaming smile.
Caleb is grateful that Reid steps in at this point, leaning down to draw Tyler’s attention back with hands on his thighs, close but not quite touching where Tyler wants him most.
“Ty,” Reid starts, his voice low and promising, “If you get it right, I’ll ride you.”
Tyler stares at the blond, expression going slack and he either didn’t hear, or Reid broke his brain.
“What?”
Reid grins and brushes Tyler’s mouth with a light kiss.
“I want to ride you, baby.”
Pogue muffles some awful groan in Tyler’s shoulder like Reid and Caleb are doing this to him on purpose (it's not about him; it's about Tyler). Caleb’s certain Pogue will leave bruises around Tyler’s hips, but thankfully Tyler’s expression is too shocked and awed to complain as Reid starts unbuckling his belt, not looking away. The blond cocks his head to the side, mouth curved with that familiar, teasing smile, now sliding into seduction.
“Would you like that?” Reid asks, voice hushed and intimate.
“Shit yes.” Tyler’s air leaves him in a rush, strained, and he looks at Reid like he’s some kind of divine revelation.
“Well, start talking.” Reid undoes the first button and tucks his fingers beneath the waistband.
Tyler’s jaw works and he swallows audibly, but when his lips move to form words, nothing comes out. He glances between Reid and Caleb in slow-growing shock and Caleb has to credit Reid with breaking his brain.
“Your mouth,” Pogue murmurs, which makes Tyler blink thoughtfully, in spite of the way Pogue nuzzles behind his ear.
“Minus b plus or minus the square-root of b-squared,” Tyler mutters under his breath, frowning gently.
Caleb exchanges a look of surprise with Reid.
“Well, you got the first part right,” Caleb says, ignoring Reid’s grunt of annoyance when he tugs the other boy closer on the table, hands going to the buttons on his pants, and then Reid is groaning, shoulders going slack as Caleb slides a hand into his briefs, closing around him, dry and warm, and he loves feeling Reid stiffen first in his hand, then in the line of his hips, back, and chest until he presses himself against Caleb from head to toe, kissing him hard.
“Ngh.” Caleb hears Tyler’s groan as Reid thrusts into his hand, reaching out for leverage on Caleb’s shoulder. “Why him when I’m the one that… oh, fuck….”
Apparently, Pogue had grown tired of waiting, because the next time Caleb looks away from the open glaze of pleasure in Reid’s face, he realises Pogue and Tyler were rocking in that chair. Tyler’s grip is white-knuckled on the chair’s arms and his head is bowed, every muscle tense and corded as he pushes back down onto Pogue’s slow, hard, upwards thrusts, and Caleb looks from Tyler’s open expression of lust, eyes shut to everything but sensation, then to Pogue who was so focused on watching Tyler’s face for his reactions, hand wrapped around his cock.
“Hey,” Reid says, bringing Caleb’s attention back and putting a tube of KY in his palm. Caleb thinks that Reid’s getting ahead of himself at this point because Tyler looks plenty occupied, but Reid just kicks his pants aside and sits bare on Caleb’s lap. Caleb exchanges a raised eyebrow with Pogue as Reid squirms in his lap, palming himself with a breathy noise of satisfaction, ass grinding over Caleb’s erection as he rolls into his own hand.
Bracing his hands behind him on the desk, Caleb’s happy to let Reid continue rutting back against him just like that, but then Reid disrupts his plan, pouring lube on Caleb’s fingers before guiding them down between his legs. Caleb swallows the first time his fingers brush that ring of muscle, but Reid hums, sound trailing to a mischievous snicker as he pushes down against him encouragingly.
“We’re still going to do this,” Reid says, growing tense and still for a moment when Caleb breaches him. He sighs and Caleb’s cock twitches at Reid’s quiet laugh, muscles clenching around Caleb’s finger as he begins to thrust in and out, pulling gently to stretch him.
“Uh… yeah.” Caleb nods, admittedly distracted by the warm slide of Reid’s hips back into his hand.
“Ty… Hey, baby boy.” Reid leans the short distance that presents Caleb with an even better vantage of his finger disappearing into Reid, so he pushes in with two, relishing the jerk that goes through Reid’s body before he shudders, willing himself to relax, and cups a hand around Tyler’s neck.
Tyler looks completely lost with Pogue wrapped around him when he manages to get his eyes open, dark hair stuck to his forehead. Reid bites into their kiss, hips still rolling back into the stretch of Caleb’s fingers as he licks Tyler’s mouth open and swallows his broken moan.
“Ty.” Reid’s voice barely sounds affected. Caleb thrusts his fingers in harder, crooking them until he knows he finds Reid’s prostate by the tremble of muscles around him, the curse Reid mutters against Tyler’s jaw. Caleb tilts his head to the side when Reid looks back at him with murder in his eyes. “Don’t fucking stop now.”
“Oh, I thought you were trying to have a conversation,” Caleb says, not bothering to hide his smirk as he drives in hard again and Reid’s eyes squeeze shut with a groan.
“… I can do more than one thing at a time, Cay.” Reid is finally starting to sound just a little breathless and Caleb thinks that’s a good start, because pushing Reid to the point where he loses it completely was one of his favourite pastimes. He’s more than willing to accept the help, too, when Reid yelps, cursing again because Tyler’s gotten his hand around Reid’s cock.
When Pogue next shoves into Tyler, their baby boy’s grip on Reid makes the blond follow, and Caleb finds himself sliding forward so he doesn’t lose this, so Reid can pull Tyler into another kiss, and then Caleb realises that Reid is muttering to him about that quadratic equation again.
“… And there’s four of us,” Reid is saying, thumb brushing Tyler’s cheek.
Tyler shakes his head in confusion.
“Four….” He manages and Reid nods encouragingly, trailing fingers along his jaw.
“A. C.”
Tyler looks up into Reid’s eyes.
“I want to suck you.”
“Oh, fuck.” Reid shivers and somewhere in the background Pogue growls. “Come on, baby boy, please.”
“Tyler, I’m not going to wait for you,” Caleb warns, because Reid’s not the only one being affected and Reid is clamping down so hard on his fingers that Caleb needs to feel that around him now.
He’s unbuttoning himself, pulling his fly open and slicking himself up when he hears Tyler’s wrecked voice force out the next words.
“Four-A-C over two-A.”
Reid cries out, hand digging into Caleb’s thigh when Caleb rocks into him and Reid’s other hand holds on Tyler’s shoulder to stop from tipping into his lap completely. Caleb holds onto his hips, breathing harshly against Reid’s nape as he settles inside the warm, constricting pulse of his body and tries to get himself under control.
“Fuck… fuck,” Reid moans, writhing in his lap, and Caleb’s breath hitches the first time Reid’s hips push back into him. “Fucking move, Caleb.”
Tyler lowers himself to take Reid in his mouth, pushing Reid’s legs as far apart as they’ll go, and Caleb holds the hand Tyler winds around his waist in a sloppy embrace. Caleb feels a small stab of pity as Reid bucks between them and Tyler groans, lips stretched wide, relaxing his jaw.
Reid is moaning a long stream of broken sound, high and almost pained, and Caleb could listen to him forever, but then he catches Pogue’s hungry gaze over Tyler’s back, raking over the three of them.
Pogue is shaking, he looks completely wrecked, hair stuck to his skin shining with sweat, and a fresh spike of lust drives Caleb harder into Reid at the dark smile that crosses Pogue’s lips.
“If Tyler can say the entire thing, Reid should take you both at once.”
Caleb almost sees white with the involuntary strength Reid uses, clenching around him so hard at the suggestion that Caleb feels like there’s a second vice around his throat and consciousness. He thinks Tyler loses it first, which makes Pogue come next, and when Caleb pushes himself back from his short fall onto his elbows, Tyler is gasping against Reid’s thigh, Pogue’s hands are stroking through the wet stripes on his stomach and kissing the sweat-slick skin of his back.
“What d’you think, baby boy?” Pogue asks and Caleb can feel that Tyler is still trembling from the aftershocks.
Tyler leans into the kiss Pogue brushes against his mouth, as though to brace him, and then Tyler is looking hesitantly into Reid’s face.
“Reid… can I?”
Reid’s chin raises defiantly, but Caleb can feel how heavily Reid’s leaning back against him, how he’s trembling like he’s cold, but it’s the force of the anticipation. Reid loves the idea, probably even craves it.
“I dunno, baby boy,” Reid says, voice a few threads bare of hoarse, “Can you?”
Pogue’s hands are supporting Tyler when he pushes to his feet, not as unsteady as Caleb would expect, but Tyler leans with hands on Reid’s knees and Reid whimpers at the stretch when Tyler pushes them further apart.
“X is the value… of minus b,” Tyler kisses him, “Plus… or minus the square root of b-squared,” His hands dip between Reid’s legs, pump his cock once and Reid bucks, gasping, “Minus four-A-C over two…” Tyler meets Caleb’s gaze over Reid’ shoulder and Caleb grins, seeing the win in his blue eyes, “… A.”
Reid looks from Tyler to Pogue who is smirking triumphantly and Caleb tugs Reid’s ear between his lips, prompting him to respond. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe Reid was changing his mind after all, and Caleb wraps an arm around his chest; Reid had to know that was okay.
“You guys are going to fucking kill me, get over here,” Reid growls and he grabs Tyler’s hips, wrapping legs around his waist and Caleb is on the very edge of the desk, hands sliding on sweat-soaked skin to stay inside. “Next time, you’re studying before we do this.”
And as he and Pogue help their younger brothers through it, pushing and pulling, Caleb’s eyes darken to take the edge off when Reid cries out sharply with more pain than pleasure. They move slowly, careful, but then finally, Tyler is almost completely inside beside Caleb. Reid’s breaths are harsh and loud as he holds still for several long seconds above them. Caleb can see Tyler struggling to open his eyes between the stranglehold of Reid's muscles, Caleb’s neighbouring pulse, and whatever low words Pogue is murmuring against his ear, pressed to his back. Caleb almost wishes Pogue would stop doing that, because he doesn’t know how long he’ll last if Tyler kept shivering against him like that.
When they finally start moving, it starts with a twitch, Caleb doesn’t mean to, but then Tyler rolls the thrust back against him, and Reid’s hands scrabble at the desk, keening like he’ll never catch his breath again, but Pogue kisses him, helps him find it. Caleb’s release builds quickly and he grips Tyler’s hips to crush the three of them close. They thrust sharply into Reid over and over and over as Tyler holds him down above them, and it’s Reid that comes first, clinging between them, almost screaming.
Tyler sobs a curse, forehead pressed to Reid's, when his second release rips through him a moment later, and he drags Caleb over that edge with him as the rhythm shakes apart.
They sprawl across Caleb’s desk that used to belong to his father, sweat and semen cooling on their skin, and Caleb finally understands why it was a good thing for such huge desks to exist.
“So, same time tomorrow?” Pogue smirks at the three of them and Caleb doesn’t even have the strength to flip him off.
He laughs instead and marvels at how easy this thing was between the three of him, Reid rolling carefully against his side as Tyler tucks in to make room for Pogue.
In about ten minutes, Caleb will remember he’s ravenous, but in the meantime, he'll stay right here.
"What was the formula again?" Caleb asks, looking to Tyler at his side.
Tyler blinks at the ceiling, frowning gently. Caleb can already see the bruises Pogue bit into his shoulders and he thinks it's a good thing their uniforms had collars.
“X is the value of minus b plus or minus the square root of b-squared minus four-A-C over two-A.”
Caleb looks back to the high ceiling with a smile, hearing Pogue's quiet murmur of praise and Reid's tired cheer tucked beneath Caleb's chin.
Tyler returns Reid's high five when he holds out his hand.
Maybe they should study like this more often.
» Fandom: The Covenant
» Warnings: PWP, double penetration, math
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Caleb/Reid/Tyler/Pogue
» Summary: Tyler's having trouble studying and his coven have their own ways of helping him remember.
» A/N: This is three thousand words of almost pure PWP. Written for
grlkat2 of the Five Acts Meme under the prompts: Moresomes, semi-rough, oral/voice fixation. Posted here for length. Note these four are not actually related, so take the use of the word 'brothers' with a grain of salt to indicate their inclusion in the same coven.Caleb and Tyler are the only ones still studying, no surprises there.
Reid and Pogue had given up an hour ago and Caleb twitches every time one of them snickers, or a high ting of metal on metal rings out through the drawing room as his brothers make a successful move of quarters on the table top.
He’s having trouble focusing and it’s not just the distraction of their noise; he’s hungry.
Caleb glances over the top of his book at Tyler who’s still bowed over his math textbook, frowning in concentration as he worked through the problem. Caleb watches the pen Tyler taps against his lips and his attention wanders to the water bottle by Tyler’s books. Caleb thinks he can wait for dinner as long as he has some water in him.
Tyler looks up from his books, blinking at Caleb as he uncaps Tyler’s bottle and helps himself, throat rolling in long swallows and he drains half the water in one go. Tyler’s still blinking at him with this unreadable expression when Caleb lowers the bottle, water beaded on his lips.
Caleb tilts the bottle at him in question.
“What’s the formula for the quadratic equation?” Tyler asks him without even looking at it.
Caleb sets the bottle at the corner of Tyler’s textbook.
“X is the value of minus b plus or minus the square root of b-squared minus four-A-C over two-A.”
Tyler’s shoulders slouch in disappointment.
“How am I ever going to learn that?”
“If I can remember it, you can, too,” Caleb encourages and squeezes his shoulder.
Tyler gives him an exasperated sulk like he doesn’t share Caleb’s faith, so Caleb just smiles and tries to cheer him up with a kiss. It’s a good sign Tyler’s still willing to try that he doesn’t move away, eyes sliding shut when Caleb’s mouth presses against his, easy and affectionate, but then something changes, Caleb lingers longer than he should and Tyler breathes in against his skin, pushing up into Caleb’s mouth, still soft, still just a little shy.
“Your mouth is wet,” Tyler wipes the stray beads of water from Caleb’s upper lip when he pulls back.
Caleb searches Tyler’s open face, his arms bracketing their youngest with hands on the back of his chair and his armrest. Tyler looks back and Caleb reads the question in his eyes, thinking to himself that the answer might actually be ‘yes’ when Reid’s voice startles them.
“Given up on study, guys?”
Caleb and Tyler exchange a look.
“Want to take a break?” Tyler asks.
Caleb considers it and trails fingers down the open spine of Tyler’s textbook. Pogue and Reid are watching him expectantly when he looks up, and he likes the slow smile of understanding on Reid’s face when Caleb cocks an eyebrow. Pogue’s gaze shifts to Tyler with a lazy kind of warming distraction.
Caleb has an idea.
Fifteen minutes later, Pogue has Tyler in his lap on that same chair, bent over the desk with his forehead pressed to Reid’s chest. Reid hovers over them, seated at the desk’s edge and his legs dangling on either side of his brothers as he buries fingers in Tyler’s hair, kisses the top of his head with a smirk when Tyler whimpers trying to rock back down onto Pogue, but there are hands around his hips and Pogue isn’t moving.
“C’mon, baby boy, have some water,” Caleb hands Reid the bottle and enjoys the strained line of Tyler between his brothers as Reid tilts Tyler’s head back, trickling water into his mouth.
“Try again,” Reid says with a teasing smile and thumbs the last drops from the corner of Tyler’s mouth.
Tyler’s pupils are blown wide and his eyes slide shut with a groan as Pogue grips and squeezes him between his legs, stroking him tightly. He keens, arching back into Pogue with a frustrated groan when he tries to raise himself up, but Pogue’s hands hold him firm. Tyler buries his face against his neck.
“Pogue,” Tyler half-pleas, half-growls and Pogue gives them an expectant look like they can’t possibly expect him not to react. Reid and Caleb just glare him down.
They were helping Tyler and alleviating their own boredom at the same time.
Though Pogue really looked like this was killing him, maybe Caleb should have done this himself. He knew Pogue was putty in Tyler’s hands and from the strangled groan Pogue bucks with, inciting Tyler to hiss with relief, Caleb thinks Tyler might get Pogue to break soon.
“Jeez, fuck, just get it right, Ty,” Pogue begs, his forehead dropping to Tyler’s shoulder. “Please.”
Tyler winces with the effort, vice grip on Pogue’s arms for leverage. Caleb can see him scrambling to collect his thoughts.
“Minus… b, plus or… minus—“
“I love it when you say ‘minus’,” Pogue mutters beside his ear.
Tyler twists to look back at him and smiles.
“Minus,” He grins and moans when Pogue crushes their mouths together, messy and wanton, with a hand in his hair and this was totally falling apart.
“Hey.” Caleb kicks Pogue’s ankle and succeeds in breaking them apart with much reluctance and not a lot of distance.
“Fuck, I love your mouth,” Is Pogue’s only reply, but he’s looking at Tyler who’s practically glowing with the flush of his pleasure and beaming smile.
Caleb is grateful that Reid steps in at this point, leaning down to draw Tyler’s attention back with hands on his thighs, close but not quite touching where Tyler wants him most.
“Ty,” Reid starts, his voice low and promising, “If you get it right, I’ll ride you.”
Tyler stares at the blond, expression going slack and he either didn’t hear, or Reid broke his brain.
“What?”
Reid grins and brushes Tyler’s mouth with a light kiss.
“I want to ride you, baby.”
Pogue muffles some awful groan in Tyler’s shoulder like Reid and Caleb are doing this to him on purpose (it's not about him; it's about Tyler). Caleb’s certain Pogue will leave bruises around Tyler’s hips, but thankfully Tyler’s expression is too shocked and awed to complain as Reid starts unbuckling his belt, not looking away. The blond cocks his head to the side, mouth curved with that familiar, teasing smile, now sliding into seduction.
“Would you like that?” Reid asks, voice hushed and intimate.
“Shit yes.” Tyler’s air leaves him in a rush, strained, and he looks at Reid like he’s some kind of divine revelation.
“Well, start talking.” Reid undoes the first button and tucks his fingers beneath the waistband.
Tyler’s jaw works and he swallows audibly, but when his lips move to form words, nothing comes out. He glances between Reid and Caleb in slow-growing shock and Caleb has to credit Reid with breaking his brain.
“Your mouth,” Pogue murmurs, which makes Tyler blink thoughtfully, in spite of the way Pogue nuzzles behind his ear.
“Minus b plus or minus the square-root of b-squared,” Tyler mutters under his breath, frowning gently.
Caleb exchanges a look of surprise with Reid.
“Well, you got the first part right,” Caleb says, ignoring Reid’s grunt of annoyance when he tugs the other boy closer on the table, hands going to the buttons on his pants, and then Reid is groaning, shoulders going slack as Caleb slides a hand into his briefs, closing around him, dry and warm, and he loves feeling Reid stiffen first in his hand, then in the line of his hips, back, and chest until he presses himself against Caleb from head to toe, kissing him hard.
“Ngh.” Caleb hears Tyler’s groan as Reid thrusts into his hand, reaching out for leverage on Caleb’s shoulder. “Why him when I’m the one that… oh, fuck….”
Apparently, Pogue had grown tired of waiting, because the next time Caleb looks away from the open glaze of pleasure in Reid’s face, he realises Pogue and Tyler were rocking in that chair. Tyler’s grip is white-knuckled on the chair’s arms and his head is bowed, every muscle tense and corded as he pushes back down onto Pogue’s slow, hard, upwards thrusts, and Caleb looks from Tyler’s open expression of lust, eyes shut to everything but sensation, then to Pogue who was so focused on watching Tyler’s face for his reactions, hand wrapped around his cock.
“Hey,” Reid says, bringing Caleb’s attention back and putting a tube of KY in his palm. Caleb thinks that Reid’s getting ahead of himself at this point because Tyler looks plenty occupied, but Reid just kicks his pants aside and sits bare on Caleb’s lap. Caleb exchanges a raised eyebrow with Pogue as Reid squirms in his lap, palming himself with a breathy noise of satisfaction, ass grinding over Caleb’s erection as he rolls into his own hand.
Bracing his hands behind him on the desk, Caleb’s happy to let Reid continue rutting back against him just like that, but then Reid disrupts his plan, pouring lube on Caleb’s fingers before guiding them down between his legs. Caleb swallows the first time his fingers brush that ring of muscle, but Reid hums, sound trailing to a mischievous snicker as he pushes down against him encouragingly.
“We’re still going to do this,” Reid says, growing tense and still for a moment when Caleb breaches him. He sighs and Caleb’s cock twitches at Reid’s quiet laugh, muscles clenching around Caleb’s finger as he begins to thrust in and out, pulling gently to stretch him.
“Uh… yeah.” Caleb nods, admittedly distracted by the warm slide of Reid’s hips back into his hand.
“Ty… Hey, baby boy.” Reid leans the short distance that presents Caleb with an even better vantage of his finger disappearing into Reid, so he pushes in with two, relishing the jerk that goes through Reid’s body before he shudders, willing himself to relax, and cups a hand around Tyler’s neck.
Tyler looks completely lost with Pogue wrapped around him when he manages to get his eyes open, dark hair stuck to his forehead. Reid bites into their kiss, hips still rolling back into the stretch of Caleb’s fingers as he licks Tyler’s mouth open and swallows his broken moan.
“Ty.” Reid’s voice barely sounds affected. Caleb thrusts his fingers in harder, crooking them until he knows he finds Reid’s prostate by the tremble of muscles around him, the curse Reid mutters against Tyler’s jaw. Caleb tilts his head to the side when Reid looks back at him with murder in his eyes. “Don’t fucking stop now.”
“Oh, I thought you were trying to have a conversation,” Caleb says, not bothering to hide his smirk as he drives in hard again and Reid’s eyes squeeze shut with a groan.
“… I can do more than one thing at a time, Cay.” Reid is finally starting to sound just a little breathless and Caleb thinks that’s a good start, because pushing Reid to the point where he loses it completely was one of his favourite pastimes. He’s more than willing to accept the help, too, when Reid yelps, cursing again because Tyler’s gotten his hand around Reid’s cock.
When Pogue next shoves into Tyler, their baby boy’s grip on Reid makes the blond follow, and Caleb finds himself sliding forward so he doesn’t lose this, so Reid can pull Tyler into another kiss, and then Caleb realises that Reid is muttering to him about that quadratic equation again.
“… And there’s four of us,” Reid is saying, thumb brushing Tyler’s cheek.
Tyler shakes his head in confusion.
“Four….” He manages and Reid nods encouragingly, trailing fingers along his jaw.
“A. C.”
Tyler looks up into Reid’s eyes.
“I want to suck you.”
“Oh, fuck.” Reid shivers and somewhere in the background Pogue growls. “Come on, baby boy, please.”
“Tyler, I’m not going to wait for you,” Caleb warns, because Reid’s not the only one being affected and Reid is clamping down so hard on his fingers that Caleb needs to feel that around him now.
He’s unbuttoning himself, pulling his fly open and slicking himself up when he hears Tyler’s wrecked voice force out the next words.
“Four-A-C over two-A.”
Reid cries out, hand digging into Caleb’s thigh when Caleb rocks into him and Reid’s other hand holds on Tyler’s shoulder to stop from tipping into his lap completely. Caleb holds onto his hips, breathing harshly against Reid’s nape as he settles inside the warm, constricting pulse of his body and tries to get himself under control.
“Fuck… fuck,” Reid moans, writhing in his lap, and Caleb’s breath hitches the first time Reid’s hips push back into him. “Fucking move, Caleb.”
Tyler lowers himself to take Reid in his mouth, pushing Reid’s legs as far apart as they’ll go, and Caleb holds the hand Tyler winds around his waist in a sloppy embrace. Caleb feels a small stab of pity as Reid bucks between them and Tyler groans, lips stretched wide, relaxing his jaw.
Reid is moaning a long stream of broken sound, high and almost pained, and Caleb could listen to him forever, but then he catches Pogue’s hungry gaze over Tyler’s back, raking over the three of them.
Pogue is shaking, he looks completely wrecked, hair stuck to his skin shining with sweat, and a fresh spike of lust drives Caleb harder into Reid at the dark smile that crosses Pogue’s lips.
“If Tyler can say the entire thing, Reid should take you both at once.”
Caleb almost sees white with the involuntary strength Reid uses, clenching around him so hard at the suggestion that Caleb feels like there’s a second vice around his throat and consciousness. He thinks Tyler loses it first, which makes Pogue come next, and when Caleb pushes himself back from his short fall onto his elbows, Tyler is gasping against Reid’s thigh, Pogue’s hands are stroking through the wet stripes on his stomach and kissing the sweat-slick skin of his back.
“What d’you think, baby boy?” Pogue asks and Caleb can feel that Tyler is still trembling from the aftershocks.
Tyler leans into the kiss Pogue brushes against his mouth, as though to brace him, and then Tyler is looking hesitantly into Reid’s face.
“Reid… can I?”
Reid’s chin raises defiantly, but Caleb can feel how heavily Reid’s leaning back against him, how he’s trembling like he’s cold, but it’s the force of the anticipation. Reid loves the idea, probably even craves it.
“I dunno, baby boy,” Reid says, voice a few threads bare of hoarse, “Can you?”
Pogue’s hands are supporting Tyler when he pushes to his feet, not as unsteady as Caleb would expect, but Tyler leans with hands on Reid’s knees and Reid whimpers at the stretch when Tyler pushes them further apart.
“X is the value… of minus b,” Tyler kisses him, “Plus… or minus the square root of b-squared,” His hands dip between Reid’s legs, pump his cock once and Reid bucks, gasping, “Minus four-A-C over two…” Tyler meets Caleb’s gaze over Reid’ shoulder and Caleb grins, seeing the win in his blue eyes, “… A.”
Reid looks from Tyler to Pogue who is smirking triumphantly and Caleb tugs Reid’s ear between his lips, prompting him to respond. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe Reid was changing his mind after all, and Caleb wraps an arm around his chest; Reid had to know that was okay.
“You guys are going to fucking kill me, get over here,” Reid growls and he grabs Tyler’s hips, wrapping legs around his waist and Caleb is on the very edge of the desk, hands sliding on sweat-soaked skin to stay inside. “Next time, you’re studying before we do this.”
And as he and Pogue help their younger brothers through it, pushing and pulling, Caleb’s eyes darken to take the edge off when Reid cries out sharply with more pain than pleasure. They move slowly, careful, but then finally, Tyler is almost completely inside beside Caleb. Reid’s breaths are harsh and loud as he holds still for several long seconds above them. Caleb can see Tyler struggling to open his eyes between the stranglehold of Reid's muscles, Caleb’s neighbouring pulse, and whatever low words Pogue is murmuring against his ear, pressed to his back. Caleb almost wishes Pogue would stop doing that, because he doesn’t know how long he’ll last if Tyler kept shivering against him like that.
When they finally start moving, it starts with a twitch, Caleb doesn’t mean to, but then Tyler rolls the thrust back against him, and Reid’s hands scrabble at the desk, keening like he’ll never catch his breath again, but Pogue kisses him, helps him find it. Caleb’s release builds quickly and he grips Tyler’s hips to crush the three of them close. They thrust sharply into Reid over and over and over as Tyler holds him down above them, and it’s Reid that comes first, clinging between them, almost screaming.
Tyler sobs a curse, forehead pressed to Reid's, when his second release rips through him a moment later, and he drags Caleb over that edge with him as the rhythm shakes apart.
They sprawl across Caleb’s desk that used to belong to his father, sweat and semen cooling on their skin, and Caleb finally understands why it was a good thing for such huge desks to exist.
“So, same time tomorrow?” Pogue smirks at the three of them and Caleb doesn’t even have the strength to flip him off.
He laughs instead and marvels at how easy this thing was between the three of him, Reid rolling carefully against his side as Tyler tucks in to make room for Pogue.
In about ten minutes, Caleb will remember he’s ravenous, but in the meantime, he'll stay right here.
"What was the formula again?" Caleb asks, looking to Tyler at his side.
Tyler blinks at the ceiling, frowning gently. Caleb can already see the bruises Pogue bit into his shoulders and he thinks it's a good thing their uniforms had collars.
“X is the value of minus b plus or minus the square root of b-squared minus four-A-C over two-A.”
Caleb looks back to the high ceiling with a smile, hearing Pogue's quiet murmur of praise and Reid's tired cheer tucked beneath Caleb's chin.
Tyler returns Reid's high five when he holds out his hand.
Maybe they should study like this more often.
