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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Covenant_(2006)
  Relationship:
      Reid_Garwin/Tyler_Simms
  Character:
      Chase_Collins_(The_Covenant), Tyler_Simms, Reid_Garwin
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Consent_Issues, Rough_Sex
  Series:
      Part 15 of Albtraum
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-10 Words: 2241
****** Hurting You ******
by MakingPoetry
Summary
     A night of partying and drinking leads to Tyler getting much more
     than expected from Reid.
Notes
     Finally getting all caught up with this. This one was half written
     five months ago, half written in October, and the one following this
     was written this past week. Updates will also be slower after the
     next one, but they'll be recent, at least. Yes, I have an undying
     love for this verse, and I've never really stopped working on it
     since I started.
Tonight had been surprisingly fun. Tyler hadn’t actually expected to have a
good time going out drinking with Reid and Chase-nor did he have any idea what
Chase had done so that no one seemed to remember that Reid had died. Tyler
didn’t care though; he wasn’t going to question it.
They’d hit up a party on the beach and spent hours there. It reminded Tyler of
how things used to be, before everything had been fucked up. He’d spent a good
chunk of time either being flirted with or watching Reid flirt with just about
every pretty girl there. He’d been tense at first, anxious and anticipating
something bad, but after the first few beers, he’d loosened up. He’d even been
able to joke around with Chase, like they were friends instead of whatever they
actually were.
Then Tyler and Reid had gotten a little too drunk, the kind of drunk where
instead of flirting with chicks, Reid was all over Tyler. The younger didn’t
exactly have any complaints about that, which meant that it was ultimately up
to Chase to drag them away from the party and get them into the back seat of
Tyler’s Hummer. As the most sober of the three of them, Chase drove them all
home while somehow, Reid and Tyler managed to not rip each other’s clothes off
in the back seat. They actually managed to wait until they were home.
Though getting through the door was an adventure in itself considering Tyler’s
sudden inability to walk properly. Reid had to practically carry him through
the door, while the both of them were laughing so hard that they could barely
stand. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Tyler kept expecting something to
change, maybe for Chase to hurt him again or something. The only thing that
Chase did though was help Reid get Tyler up to his room, with Tyler leaning
against the both of them and giggling helplessly.
They ended up falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, and it was only after
Chase had caught his breath that he extracted himself from the other two. When
he left, he closed the door behind him and Reid took that as a cue to pull
Tyler close, nuzzling against his neck. Tyler had stopped laughing by now at
least, and was just taking deep breaths. It was a little hard to focus on
calming down though when Reid was kissing his neck like that, hands wandering
across his body. Then again, considering how they’d been at the party and
during the drive home, maybe Tyler didn’t want to actually calm down.
It sure as hell didn’t seem like Reid wanted to. The blond was working on
making a mark on Tyler’s neck, and by now he’d wormed his hands up under his
shirt, gloved palms gilding across his stomach and ribs. To think there’d been
a time when Tyler had thought those gloves were stupid. That was before he’d
found out how good they felt in intimate places, though-or maybe Reid was just
that good.
A shiver ran down his spine and his back arched slightly as Reid’s nails
scraped over his ribs. Reid’s teeth grazed against his neck, one hand drifting
down to press against his hip-the right one, against his brand. A wave of Power
rolled over him, his cock starting to harden at the pleasure. Well, that
decided that. Urgently, Tyler started tugging at Reid’s jacket and shirt,
trying to get them off. It was only with some reluctance that Reid actually
pulled away from Tyler’s neck to assist with this endeavor. After the blond’s
jacket and shirt had been removed and then thrown across the room, Tyler’s was
next to follow.
His shirt hadn’t even hit the floor before Reid was kissing him, a hard,
desperate kiss that left Tyler breathless. He knew what it meant, as he ran his
hand through blond hair; it meant that Reid wanted him-and bad. He never had
been able to deny Reid anything, and he certainly wouldn’t right now, not when
Tyler wanted it just as much. He fumbled with Reid’s pants, trying to get them
undone, but with how drunk he was, Tyler couldn’t exactly manage to be
coordinated. He groaned in frustration only to have Reid chuckle against his
lips.
“Looks like you’re having a hard time there, baby boy,” he said.
The double meaning was not lost on Tyler, especially not with his pointed look
to Tyler’s crotch. And that smirk.
“You do it, then,” Tyler said, dropping his hands away.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Not like Reid was that much more coordinated. After he got his pants undone he
almost still couldn’t get them off because he had to deal with his shoes first.
Tyler was sure that, after the fact, if they even remembered any of this, they
would look back and laugh. Right now it was just frustrating. Alright, so maybe
it was amusing too to watch Reid hop around and curse as he tried to struggle
out of his shoes without falling over. Tyler decided to save him the trouble of
a repeat performance and slipped out of his own sneakers, dropping them to the
floor while he waited.
At long last, Reid managed to defeat both his shoes and pants without injury,
and then took a moment to try and regain his composure. At least Tyler had a
nice view to admire for now. Composed again, Reid fished the lube out of his
jeans pocket before going back over to the bed. He eyed up Tyler’s pants-way
too many clothes left still-and set to work on getting them off. Except, while
one hand got the button undone, his other cupped Tyler through his pants,
squeezing and rubbing his palm against him. Tyler groaned, biting his lower lip
as he reflexively arched his hips. The blond smirked, pressing down with the
heel of his palm, feeling Tyler’s hard cock through the material of his jeans.
“Reid,” Tyler whined, his head tilted back and his eyes half closed.
“What was that?” Reid smirked.
“You know what,” Tyler said with another groan, this one more frustrated than
the first.
“Fine, fine,” Reid relented, but he was still smirking.
He tugged down the zipper on Tyler’s pants and after that shimmied them down
his hips. Seconds later, they too were tossed across the room. While Tyler
watched, eyes now wide open instead of half closed, Reid ducked down, pressing
kisses against the younger boy’s stomach. Hands skimming over his hips, he
worked his way down slowly-frustratingly slowly. Tyler’s breath caught in his
chest as Reid shot him a wicked grin right before he kissed the head of Tyler’s
cock. A shiver ran down his spine, that shiver turning into a shudder when Reid
took the head of his cock in his mouth. Tyler’s hips arched instinctively as he
closed his eyes. Reid might have been drunk, but he still knew what to do with
his mouth and hands to get Tyler writhing beneath him.
When Reid slid two slicked up fingers into him, somewhere along the line having
popped open the bottle of lube, Tyler almost didn’t notice at first when, at
the same time, Reid took his mouth away from his cock. Tyler’s breath caught in
his throat and he groaned, hips moving against Reid’s hand while the blond
worked on stretching him. Reid was impatient; Tyler could tell. His motions
were hurried, not as thorough and careful as he would have been otherwise.
Tyler would have told him that there was no rush, except he couldn’t focus on
words long enough to get the sentence out, not with Reid’s fingers playing over
the tattoo on his hip.
He whined softly when Reid withdrew his fingers from his hole, feeling empty
now, but shortly after that, the blond replaced his fingers with his equally
slick cock. He went slowly, at least, easing the head past tight muscles, his
hands on Tyler’s hips to hold him still even as the youngest squirmed. After
that, though, it was one quick thrust to slide home, making Tyler hiss between
his teeth, the sound lost under Reid’s groan. It was alright though; Tyler
adjusted to this, his breath coming short and quick with need.
Things were going a little fast, but Tyler was drunk and relaxed and things
weren’t nearly as painful as they could have been if he was sober and tense. As
it was, it felt good to have Reid inside of him, whether it had been rushed or
not. Reid rolled his hips against Tyler’s, getting a groan from the younger
boy. Tyler didn’t have any time to get impatient or to have to tell Reid to
move, because the blond was continuing to be in a hurry, it seemed. He settled
his hands on Tyler’s hips, fingers pressing against the pentagram as he held
him in place, and then Reid started to thrust into him. He started off slow,
which was fine with Tyler since he was still getting used to the penetration,
but it didn’t stay that way for long.
His movements grew quick and hard, and Tyler fisted his hands in the sheets to
try and hold himself still. Breathless moans and soft cries escaped his lips
and each sound he made seemed to encourage Reid more. The rhythm the blond had
set up never faltered or slowed. He groaned when Tyler shifted, muscles
tightening around him. At this rate, neither of them were going to last for
very much longer. Reid gripped Tyler’s hips tighter, his thrusts growing harder
and rougher, starting to edge more towards painful than pleasant.
Tyler gasped in a breath, shooting Reid a sharp look. He was all for rough sex
every now and then, but there was such a thing as too rough, and they were well
on their way towards it.
“Reid,” Tyler started, in between sounds that were half-pain half-pleasure.
The blond acted like he hadn’t even heard him, shifting Tyler’s hips for a
better angle.
“Reid!” he tried again, wincing a bit this time.
He untangled his hands from the sheets, raising them to Reid’s shoulders. Tyler
just needed him to ease up, to slow down for a bit. This was getting to be too
much and there was only so much that the brand could do to balance out the
growing pain. He curled his fingers around Reid’s shoulders, trying to push him
back or shake him, anything to get his attention. The last thing that Tyler
expected from Reid was an annoyed growl, which was exactly what he ended up
getting. He moved his hands from Tyler’s hips, leaving red marks on his skin,
and took both of the younger boy’s hands in his own. He pinned Tyler’s hands
down over his head, leaning down over him, and used the change of position to
move harder and deeper inside of him.
A whimper escaped Tyler’s lips and he closed his eyes tightly. His mind was too
drunk, too sluggish, to even think about Using to get Reid off of him. After
all, it had been so long since he’d even had his Power, and he hadn’t even
really thought to Use it since he’d had it back. Maybe he was afraid that Chase
would take it away from him if he did. Besides that, Reid had never hurt him
before, had never done anything to even make him uncomfortable, but this was…
was he just that drunk or was it because of whatever Chase had done to him?
Tyler didn’t want to believe that Reid was capable of this on his own; it must
be because of Chase.
He strained against Reid, trying to twist his hands free, but Reid held on
tighter, digging his fingers into the backs of Tyler’s hands, making him wince.
There was a burning, stinging pain, but from how Reid’s rhythm was starting to
falter, his hips stuttering, he was nearing his limit. He couldn’t make out
what Reid was muttering under his breath, the words quick and low, but knowing
Reid it was probably something dirty. He only lasted a few more strokes before
he came, his voice breaking in a long, low moan.
Tyler didn’t even care that Reid seemed completely unaware of his needs, that
Tyler hadn’t come. He was still too surprised over what had just happened, and
hurt, too. Not just physically, but emotionally. He loved Reid, Reid was his
best friend, his safety, his comfort. He trusted Reid and now… He winced,
hissing between his teeth when Reid pulled out. Reid didn’t seem to notice that
either as he flopped over next to Tyler, but he did pull him in for a
surprisingly gentle kiss.
“You alright?” he asked.
Tyler hesitated. Maybe Reid had realized what he’d done, maybe he felt guilty
about it now. At length, he nodded. “Yeah.” No. He really wasn’t. He was
hurting and he was sure that he would be sore for days.
He looked away, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t even realized that he was
shaking until right now. Shifting a bit, he tried to get comfortable, tried to
work the cramps out of his hands. “Reid-” he looked over, but stopped mid-
sentence when he realized that Reid was already asleep. Tyler exhaled slowly,
looking up at the ceiling. This was not alright.
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