87.1 Every Rose Has Its Thorn

It wasn't until two hours later, when he was washing the grease off his hands and getting ready for bed, that he realized that really was the last time she'd slam his door on her way out, and he still wasn't sure how he felt about that.

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Apparently I never did a disambiguation post. Huh. Okay, then!

My Pogue currently has two (2) active Calebs: stillnothim and theirgoldenboy, played by amazing muns. I don't hold to the rule that every pup must have one singular of each character they know, I like playing with whoever wants to play with me.

My Pogue currently has four (4) active verses: Divergence, Puppies, Cliffs of Insanity, and a nameless one yet to be described. The first three are with theirgoldenboy and is almost more like shared fanfic than a verse using this journal. The fourth is playing out currently.

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General

My Pogue is bisexual. Because you can't tell me he wasn't totally jealous of Chase and Caleb, and more than in a hey that's my best friend you're stealing way.

My Pogue really was deeply in love with Kate. Inasmuch as a teenager gets, and maybe they would have drifted apart later, maybe not. They broke up less than a month after the events of the movie, both because she was already upset with him over his semi-inexplicable behavior over Chase, but more importantly because she'd lied to him about the Covenant and all that. He told her the bare bones of it after she recovered, in the interests of not lying to her about why she'd almost died. They fought for a couple of days, and then it was over.

My Pogue is also pretty deeply in love with Caleb, not that he's ever done anything. First, because he didn't think Caleb swung that way and then because he was with Kate.

My Pogue is fiercely protective of all his boys, but also tries to play peacemaker between them, bridging the gap between Caleb and Reid and Tyler. Mostly between Caleb and Reid. He understands Caleb's sense of responsibility, and shares it. He also understands somewhat why Reid acts out and does most of the things he does. For whatever reason, Pogue's gentler brand of steering Reid out of trouble works better than Caleb's parental tack.

My Pogue also figured out that Reid was also bisexual when they were in their early teens. They started sneaking quick sexplay in the locker room, on camping trips, etc when they didn't think anyone could see or would find out, culminating in them having sexual intercourse for the first time at Spenser shortly before Pogue hooked up with Kate. Neither of them, for reasons possibly inexplicable to anyone but them, have ever actually thought of dating each other, though.

My Pogue knows Reid and Tyler do the same thing, and he doesn't mind.

Pogue's father is Richard, his mother is Marion. Yes, this was the subject of much teasing when they started dating. Yes, that's not what canon says his father's name is, no, I don't much care seeing as how canon also gives two different "real" names for Pogue. Pogue's real name is Pogue, dammit. If he has a middle name I don't know it. Probably something embarrassing like Eugene.

Richard had a similar love affair with William as Pogue had/would have/would like to have with Caleb, except it ended when one or the other of them married. It pretty much was a slow, heartbreaking process to watch his friend kill himself over a period of a few years.

My Pogue is going to Harvard, dammit, with his best friend(s), and he's getting an engineering degree. No grad school for him, however. After college, he intends to start a garage, working on bikes like his and fixing them up/customizing them/maintaining them. Probably, he admits, for kids like him with more money than sense, but he loves his bikes.

[more as it develops/I remember it]

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He did come back the next day. Which would have been true to his word except he'd never told Aaron that he was coming back, not wanting to risk either refusal or more questions or getting the other boy's hopes up. It was all still so precarious.

And more than a little strange. He wasn't sure, well, no. He was pretty sure what had brought him down here, and that was the strange tie between himself and someone who had been a bully and an ass through high school. Someone who had terrorized people in their tiny teenager's ways suddenly now was the subject of pity and sadness. And it felt strange, and he'd felt at least some need to reach out and help, especially knowing what he knew about Aaron and what his motivations probably were. At least some of them. The conversation had confirmed some of it. Pogue wasn't sure how he felt about that. It went against everything he knew and felt and believed to be true about sexuality and the variations thereof. He didn't understand, not in the really deep down visceral sense. And he knew Aaron didn't understand where he was coming from, either.

Aaron's parents had been there. He'd said hi, and it had been a little awkward, but he'd managed to slip through it without mentioning really how they'd known each other at Spenser. And Pogue had been circumspect about mentioning absolutely anything about what had caused Aaron's impromptu flight attempt, just in case.

Back up the stairs he went, taking the flights two steps at a time for no reason other than to burn off energy. Helmet in hand, leather jacket dangling from two fingertips because it was damn hot out and he wasn't wearing that thing longer than he had to (it still protected well from the wind and bugs and things), ratty jeans and snug-fitting t-shirt and the sun shone through Aaron's hospital room window as he knocked on the door frame to let the other boy know he was there.

"Hey."


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Prompt 33.1 Cook

They all took their turn in the kitchen, but the best nights were when it was Caleb's turn to cook and all he had to do was lean against the counter, provide his end of the banter, and soak up the warmth of good food, better conversation, and the best company possible.

Prompt 33.2 Squeamish

He knew she could match any of the guys at the garage for balls, but he had to admire the strength it took for her to watch him push the broken bone back into his foreleg and heal it up clean.

Prompt 33.3 Jacket

It was the gentlemanly thing to do, offer her the use of his thick leather jacket; it was also the moment he realized he truly could fall for her.

Prompt 33.4 Gift

He did, at least, have the grace to wait till it snowed to use Reid's gift, rather than packing it with shaved ice from the freezer.

Prompt 33.5 Conversation

He never was ready for that conversation, but he was even less ready for how much easier it was than he'd thought it would be.

No matter what space-age fabric technology they advertise, nothing beats a good set of leathers for the open road.

Every time he looks into her eyes he knows he's hers completely, except one part, and that's a very small though important part which she covets not at all, and he loves her all the more for it.

Fundraisers. Pogue had grown up with the damned things, one of the more gratifying and irritating parts of being rich, and yet he still hated them. He'd much rather donate the money and spend his time doing something else or, at best, donate money and time doing something like building a house or fixing a car for someone to go to work in. Something useful. Not standing around in a monkey suit eating an over-priced (even discounting that the price they paid per plate went to charity, the dinner materials were just ridiculous) dinner that was semi-palatable at best.

There were some advantages to this. He was going back to Spenser, and a number of his classmates or those who had been around his year would be there, and they could catch up. He knew most of the places where he could run off and hide, if he wanted to.

Oh, and Caleb was coming with him. That alone made it worthwhile.

He pushed his hair back into something resembling order and gelled it into submission. Already dressed, they'd somehow managed to make themselves ready on time without getting distracted. And Pogue, given that it was a formal dinner, was easily distractible.

"You don't have to do that," came the voice at his ear. Low and deep and bringing an automatic smile to his lips. "With the gel, I mean."

Pogue chuckled. "It falls out and gets in my face otherwise," he murmured back, tilting his head at a fraction of an angle to the left. He could feel the warm hands smoothing down the back of his suit coat, sighed as Caleb's hands slid down his shoulders, down his arms, covering his hands.

Lacing his fingers through the other man's, bringing his arms up around his waist and settling back against him, it was enough to make him not want to go anywhere. Just spend the rest of the night indoors, dinner and dancing right in their own home. They'd done it before, nights when they'd meant to have a fancy date of some kind and neither of them had had the energy for it.

Pogue didn't have the inclination tonight; energy wasn't a problem. He leaned his head back against Caleb's shoulder and sighed. "We don't absolutely have to go..."

"We promised Tyler we would," Caleb reminded him, nuzzling a kiss at his temple and making a face against his cheek at the taste of hair gel. "We don't have to stay that long. A couple hours, then we can come home."

Come home... The words tightened in his chest, made his next words breathless. "Come home. W... I like the sound of that."

It had been a little over a year. A year and two months in a couple of days. And when Pogue opened his eyes he still was half surprised to see the gleam of gold matching on their fingers where Caleb had brought their clasped hands up over his chest. His eyes opened and focused on that in the mirror, plain gold bands, touching, the way their lives had become touched and intertwined to a fullness and intensity at which he sometimes marveled, that it could be sustained at all.

He didn't even know what he'd meant to say, a moment ago. Right now there was just this, Caleb's warm dark eyes meeting his in their reflections in the mirror, and then the world blurring in gold and rich mahogany, deep colors and the soft light sliding together as he turned at Caleb's maneuvering.

Kissed him back with lips already half-parted to sigh.

It took several minutes before he could bring his mind up out of the blissful haze. "You sure we have to go?" he half-pleaded. Half-teased. Caleb was lost in this as surely as he was, he knew it.

"Mm-hmm." Smile forming against his lips in those gorgeous full lips pressed to his. "Two hours."

"Two hours," Pogue repeated, smiling back and stealing another kiss. "I'll hold you to that."

you are violet #EE82EE

Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be. Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

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There, Reid. Now you can tease me, too.