And I am STILL HERE.

This is just a little collection of moments between Reid and Tyler. Just cute shit.

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Tyler wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed. At the bloody mess that was Reid's face.

"What? You don't think I'm pretty anymore?" Reid snorted, out of breath. He pursed his lips and made to jokingly kiss Tyler who shoved him away.

"Stop it, you're gonna get blood on my shirt."

Laughing Reid pulled back, fingering his split lip gently. "Motherfuckers."

"You started it." Tyler reminded him and Reid rolled his eyes.

"I always start it."

And it was true enough. Reid was a volatile mess, but it was part of his charm. Tyler slung an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders, feeling Reid's muscle tense under his skin, the sweat slick between them, the smell of Reid's deodorant engulfing his nostrils.

They peaked out of the alley way they were hiding in.

"Hey! Fuckwads!"

A voice called out and Reid tensed.

"Fuck."

His fingers grasp Tyler's in a vice grip and together they take off springing through the streets, wild smiles on their faces.


The bar is unusually quiet for a Saturday night and Tyler leans against the pool table and watches as Reid lines up his shot. His face is a mixture of purple and yellow and green, a mosaic of bruises in different stages of healing. His split lip is angry and red, but his pale blue eyes burn like wildfire.

The pool cue connects solidly with the ball and Tyler watches as table rearranges itself, two of the solids slipping into opposite corner pockets.

It's a shot that very few could make.

But Reid was a master.

Tyler lets out a low whistle and Reid smiles, pleased with himself and with Tyler's acknowledgment.

"That deserves a drink."

Running a hand through his blond hair Reid's lips twitch.

"Trying to get me drunk Baby Boy?"

Tyler laughs, "as if I have to try."

They knock back shot after shot, their pool games dragging on through the night, getting more and more wild. Reid drunkenly making trick shots and Tyler breaking out his best party trick of making shots with his eyes closed. Nobody talks to them; nobody touches them and that's how they like it.

It's just the two of them playing against each other in a game of zero stakes. Because they know each other too well for there to be anything at stake anymore.


Tripping on the corner of the carpet Reid curses and Tyler snorts, fumbling for the light switch on the wall.

Once he hits it the world explodes in harsh white light and they both flinch.

"Fuck me, that's bright."

"I could." Tyler mutters and Reid blinks drunkenly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, you said something."

"Reid."

"You said you could fuck me."

Tyler rubs his eyes, "you're drunk."

"So are you." Reid shoots back and Tyler laughs.

Leaning against the wall to stop from falling over Reid reaches out and hooks a finger in the collar of Tyler's t-shirt.

"Come here."


They sit in Tyler's hummer, mud covered shoes and windblown hair. Reid in the driver's seat, Tyler in the passenger's seat. The radio blares some pop song that they both know and neither like.

"We're never doing that again." Tyler says after a moment, staring at his jeans, caked with mud.

"Agreed." Reid says, breathless, but with a smile on his face. "I didn't even know we had bears up here."

"We are never going camping again Reid."

Reid snorted, turning off the radio and turning in his seat to face Tyler.

"But don't you feel alive?"

And Tyler stares into Reid's burning blue eyes and grabs him.

Their lips crashing together.


The music vibrates through Tyler's core and he clings to Reid's tank top as they maneuver through the dance floor.

The lights flash, red, blue, purple, green. A rainbow that blanket Reid's white blond hair in vibrant color and Tyler can't help but stare.

He doesn't know the song, but Reid does, mouthing the words to him with a teasing smile on his face.

Dancing along to the music Reid runs his hands through Tyler's curly hair, across his broad shoulders, down his tanned arms. He tugs Tyler to him, grinding against him and Tyler closes his eyes and lets the music and alcohol and Reid take him away.

A faint nip at his neck brings him back to the world of the living and Tyler looks down into Reid's bright blue eyes, crinkled and laughing even as they're tinted red from the pot they smoked in the parking lot and the coke they snorted in the bathroom.

Reid's lips twitch and he pulls away from Tyler, body moving along to the music in slow, sultry movements and Tyler lets him. Watching. Soaking it in for a moment or two.

Just enough.

He can feel his heart beating, his blood pumping, the music blasting, the drugs in his bloodstream, the haze around his body, his mind.

And he stands there, motionless on the dance floor, and all he can see is Reid.

And then he moves, grabs Reid's face in his hands and envelopes him. It's all teeth and nails and lips and tongues and hands and them.

It's them.

Tugging at each other clothes and biting each other's lips and licking each other's skin and gripping each other's hand and-

It's them.

Practically fucking right there in the club.

They finish the night in the backseat of Tyler's hummer, windows covered in condensation, handprints marking their progress.

Tyler leans back on his leather seats, his naked body sticking to the seat, fingering Reid's white blond hair in his lap, watching as Reid's pale chest rises and falls, covered in tattoos and sweat.

When the cops knock on their window Tyler is treated to the sight of Reid's bare ass mooning the police as he peels out of the parking lot, driving his own car for once.

They don't stop laughing until they get back to Tyler's house.


"He really ought to go to a hospital." Pogue's dad says gently as he stitches up the gash on Reid's arm.

"No hospitals." Reid mutters, before knocking back a shot of whiskey that Pogue had poured him for the pain.

No one argues with him, not after his dad a few years ago. And besides, Mr. Parry had always had a soft spot for Reid, Tyler thinks that Mr. Parry finds Reid entertaining. Maybe even endearing.

He leans against the doorway and takes a bite of the cold pizza that Pogue offered him and turns to Pogue.

"Hey, can you…" Tyler runs a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes, "can you not tell Caleb?"

There's a look on Pogue's face, of guilt, that makes Tyler's stomach sink.

"I'm sorry Baby Boy…" Pogue whispers, so Reid won't hear. "I already did. He's on his way."

"Fuck Pogue."

Pogue shrugs, "I'm sorry." And Tyler rolls his eyes, taking another bite of pizza and handing Reid the crust to nibble on.

Pogue just shrugs again, and Tyler can tell Pogue feels guilty, but he doesn't care, he's annoyed.

Reid reaches out with his uninjured arm and tugs Tyler down into his lap, wrapping his arm around Tyler's waist, holding him there.

"It's fine." Reid says, both to Tyler and Pogue.

"Is it?" Tyler snaps and Reid groans, somehow oblivious to the fact that his skin is being sewn together, and rests his chin on Tyler's shoulder, kissing his neck gently.

"It'll be fine."

Taking a breath Tyler sighs, goes to kiss Reid and catches sight of his arm and gags.

"Fuck me."

"Later." Reid teases and Pogue opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Caleb storming into the study.

"What the fuck Reid? You can't just start a fight with a bunch of bikers."

Tyler sighs again and disentangles himself from Reid's lap. He and Pogue retreat to the kitchen for more pizza and to let Reid and Caleb bicker.

Chewing on cold pizza Pogue pauses, watching Tyler carefully.

"You can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

"This." Pogue waves his hand around the empty kitchen. "You and Reid, both of you. You two can't keep living like this, getting into fights, drinking, snorting coke, fighting, clubbing, fucking. You have to grow up."

"I'm sorry?" Tyler's voice is like ice and Pogue rubs his face. "You're telling me to grow up? You."

"Tyler…I'm just saying, you two can't do this forever, can't live like this forever." Pogue made to hug Tyler, but Tyler backed away, dark blue eyes swirling.

"Fuck you Pogue." He says as he leaves.


"What are you going to do when I leave for college?" Tyler asks Reid, laying in Reid's bed, a mattress on the floor in the space above Nicky's garage where Reid has been staying since graduation.

"Probably die."

"Reid."

Reid laughs and rolls over to look Tyler in the eyes.

"I don't know. I don't know what I'll do without you."

They stare at each other for a long moment, just drinking each other in before Reid wiggles over and kisses Tyler. Something small and soft.

Before he places his ice-cold toes on Tyler's bare legs and Tyler screams.


"Do you think we need to grow up?" Tyler asks him as they hot box his hummer outside of Reid's work. It's a bowling alley and Reid's on his break, still wearing the stupid shirt and shoes and Tyler watches as Reid tilts his head back, blowing out a smoke ring.

His neck is long and pale, and Tyler can still see the faint remnant of a hickey he'd given Reid last week.

"Probably." Reid says, taking a breath. "But we don't have to do it right now."


Tyler closes his eyes and clears his mind. The pins fall one by one and he opens his eyes to Reid's voice in his ear.

"You're getting good at this."

"Yeah well."

The score board in the empty bowling alley updates, Tyler's name flashing across the screen.

Reid ruffles Tyler's hair and sinks into the awkward plastic chairs that line the bowling lanes.

"Don't you think it's weird that your boss just leaves you here?" Tyler asks, because the building is empty. Like, completely empty, except for them.

Reid shrugs, "he's just rich and doesn't give a fuck I think."

They sit there in silence for a moment before Tyler clicks his tongue, looking over at Reid.

"What?" Reid asks, eyeing Tyler cautiously, "You've got that look."

"What look?" Tyler mummers as he straddles Reid in the plastic chair.

"That look." Reid's voice is shaky. Breathless.

And Tyler laughs as he slowly unbuttons Reid's stupid ass uniform, running a finger down the middle of Reid's chest.

"Oh, that look." Tyler laughs, pulling his t-shirt over his head and Reid shakes his head, a small smile on his thin lips.


"Pogue thinks we're fucking our lives up."

"Pogue thinks a lot of things." Reid mutters as he stands naked in the dark, looking for his cigarettes.

"He thinks we need to grow up."

Kicking over a pile of dirty clothes Reid bends over and picks up the near empty pack. Tyler stares at Reid's ass, at his own name tattooed there.

"We do need to grow up." The lighter throws Reid's pale face into light and Tyler sighs.

"I like this though."

"Like what?" Reid prods him and Tyler smiles through the dark, curling the blankets around him.

"This, you, me. This. This has been the best summer of my life."

Reid laughed and took a drag on his cigarette, holding it out to Tyler.

"Well, that's putting pressure on me for next summer."

"Reid." Tyler fingers the cigarette and hands it back.

Their fingers brush and Reid crawls back into bed, his cigarette in one hand, Tyler's fingers laced through the other.

"You shouldn't be afraid to grow up Baby Boy. You're going to go off to school and it's going to be new and different but it'll be great."

"But what if it's not. It's not this, it can't be this."

Reid reaches over and stubs out his cigarette in the fancy crystal ash tray Tyler bought him for his birthday and runs a gentle hand through Tyler's brown curls.

"It won't be this, nothing will ever be this. That's what makes this special." Reid kisses Tyler's forehead, soft lips leaving the faintest imprint on Tyler's skin. His heart. His mind. His soul.

"But it will still be good." Reid kisses Tyler's nose. "And you'll still enjoy it." His cheeks. "And we'll grow up together when we feel like it." His lips.

"We can't live like this forever?" Tyler asks, his voice a whisper and Reid pulls Tyler to him, wrapping his arms around Tyler.

"Not forever, Pogue's right about some things. But the summer isn't over yet, and even when it is, we'll still be together."

"Will we?"

Staring at Tyler's face in the dark, the shadows falling on the angles of his face, his dark blue eyes like pools of liquid Reid smiles.

"We've been together forever. Since we were fucking kids. And we'll always be together."

"Better be." Tyler whispers, giving Reid's hand a squeeze and Reid smiles at him. His special smile. His Tyler smile. The one that no one else ever sees and Tyler feels his heart beat a little faster at the sight of it.

"Damn straight."


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