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1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,845
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Random memories
Chapter 1 - Random memories
19-year-old Wyatt Halliwell lay in his bed listening to the shallow breathing of his 17-year-old brother coming from the bed on the opposite side of the room. Its rhythm was as familiar to him as his own breathing and just as necessary to him if he wanted to sleep at night. He couldn’t imagine ever sleeping properly without those gentle sounds.
Wyatt was in no hurry to sleep right now though. Moonlight was shining in through the window behind him and across Chris’s pillow, silhouetting his brother’s figure against the wall, and highlighting the sleep tussled hair that lay across Chris’s smooth cheek. Wyatt felt the urge to stroke that hair away from his brother’s face to get a better view; but resisted for fear of waking him, he felt he could watch Chris sleep forever.
Watching his brother, he remembered the stories he had been told for as far back as he could remember of how a 22-year-old Chris had travelled back in time to save his older brother while he was still a child. He had risked everything including his own life to stop Wyatt from growing up evil and destroying the world. His little brother had helped their family to stop Gideon from turning him evil, had fought so hard, and even died to save him and for that Wyatt would be eternally grateful.
He was also grateful that he had been told these stories and had always known what a great guy, what a hero, his little brother was (or would be, whatever, does it really matter?). They had both grown up hearing everyone say that Wyatt was the most powerful child ever born but somehow, even from an early age, Wyatt had realised how this could make Chris feel inadequate and inferior to his older brother and had done his best to shield him from it. The stories he’d heard about future Chris and how well he himself knew his little brother both gave a very different picture to this generally accepted view of him as ‘the weaker brother’. Wyatt was the only one besides Chris himself who knew how powerful Chris really was. Wyatt sometimes felt awed by Chris and what he had done for him (and the world) and had always seen him as at least his equal in spite of what others had told him, and tried to treat him as such. Or at least as much of an equal as any younger brother could be treated in public.
There had never been any real sibling rivalry between them and they had always been each other’s best friends. He’d heard his mother talking to their aunts once, years ago when they were both small, about how she was worried that they didn’t socialise with other children their own age that much, but what Wyatt felt she didn’t realise was that they didn’t need to, as long as they had each other they’d be okay.
And they did have each other, more so now than their mother or aunts or even their father, the great elder, could ever know. Wyatt’s mind travelled back a few weeks to that first time. After what felt like years of frustration, trying to stay in control and never get too close, look too long or touch too much for fear their feelings might be discovered, they had finally broken down and given in to temptation and the private world between them had changed forever.
Wyatt couldn’t pin point exactly when his feelings for his brother had changed. It had been a constant slow build up over the years from late childhood into their teens, their brotherly love gradually increasing in intensity until it became something much more than that.
Wyatt used to wonder occasionally if Chris knew the effect he had on his brother, particularly in the mornings and at night, as they shared a room. Getting changed in the same room had gradually become torture for Wyatt and he had eventually taken to getting changed in the en suite bathroom to avoid the temptation of seeing Chris even semi-naked and any embarrassing and highly inappropriate side effects this might have on his nether regions.
He’d thought sometimes though, that he caught a mischievous glint in Chris’s eye and a slight smug smile on his lips when he left the room at these times, as if Chris knew exactly why he was doing it, and was enjoying the fact. Wyatt had repeatedly told himself he was imagining things, surely Chris didn’t see him as anything other than his older brother and brothers didn’t think about each other like that, did they? They couldn’t possibly both be so perverted, could they?
Wyatt had eventually learned that his brother did return his feelings in kind. It had taken a few months of increasing bickering and avoiding each other and the only real fight they had ever had for them to reveal the truth to each other. Wyatt couldn’t even remember when they had actually started bickering and avoiding each other, just that it had become harder and harder for him to be alone with Chris without touching him, or kissing him or telling him how he felt, even though he knew he could never do any of these things. Hell, he shouldn’t even want to do those things to his brother, he just had to keep reminding himself of that, and get over it. If only it had been that easy.
The argument finally came when Chris had cornered him in the attic one day when he was checking the book of shadows while the rest of the family were out. He’d begged to know what he’d done to make Wyatt angry. Wyatt had refused to tell him anything, trying to stay strong, simply answering ‘Nothing, it’s nothing to do with you Chris.’ Chris had persisted and eventually got so angry and upset that he’d paced the attic floor franticly and practically pulling his hair out and nearing tears he’d shouted in frustration ‘I can’t stand this any more Wyatt, I can’t stand you hating me.’ The mere idea that Chris believed Wyatt could hate him, ever, had been almost more than he could bear, especially when he could see how upset this thought made his brother. ‘Chris, I don’t hate you’ he’d said, slowly facing his brother ‘nothing could be further from the truth.’ His voice had been barely more than a whisper.
‘What’s that supposed to mean’ Chris had said ‘you’ve been trying to avoid me for weeks and picking a fight with me every time you can’t get away from me fast enough. What is going on in that head of yours? Talk to me, please’ he’d pleaded closing the gap between them and placing both hands on his brother’s arms.
***Flashback***
Wyatt was sure he couldn’t take much more; he wasn’t sure whether it was the pleading note in his brother’s voice, the almost-tears in his brother’s eyes or the gentle but persistent hands resting on his arms that did it, but he could take no more. ‘You really want to know?’ he ground out through gritted teeth throwing Chris’s hands off him and turning away, ignoring the hurt look in his brother’s eyes and resisting the urge to turn back around, take Chris in his arms and kiss him and make it all better
‘For gods sake Wyatt, yes, I really want to know’ Chris practically shouted, seriously frustrated now. ‘We can’t go on like this, Mum and the Aunts are getting worried and it’s tearing me apart knowing that you hate me and not knowing what I did to deserve it,’
‘I don’t hate you Chris’ Wyatt repeated emphatically, holding onto his last nerve by a thread. ‘I could never hate you’ he sighed with despair, turning again to face his brother. ‘You really expect me to believe that?’ Chris spat out, looking deep into his brother’s eyes, trying to find the truth, gripping his brother’s arms again tighter than before. ‘I really wish I could Wyatt, but how can I when everything you’ve done lately proves otherwise’.
His hands were warm on Wyatt’s bare arms and his eyes looked deep into his own, pleading for honesty and understanding, pleading for his brother to love him. ‘Fine, I’ll prove it’ Wyatt murmured as his control snapped with the tension in their gaze and the pounding of their heartbeats and he stepped closer to his brother. Chris’s head tilted back and he took a small step backwards as he tried to keep eye contact with his taller brother as he advanced on him, but then Wyatt took his face in his hands and leaned down towards him, his eyes had closed as their lips met in a searing kiss.
***End of flashback***
Wyatt felt his dick twitch as his heart pumped faster and a tingling warmth started flooding through his body as he relived the memory. His fingers went to his lips as if he could still feel Chris’s lips on his. He smiled to himself and at his sleeping brother, still gently breathing in the bed opposite, as he remembered how the rest of that night had gone.
***Continued flashback (10 minutes later)***
Hands and tongues were exploring new territory as Wyatt and Chris clung together in the attic. Small moans of pleasure could be heard coming from both of them, then suddenly it was all ripped apart as Chris stopped moving, gasped and then pushed against his brother and tore himself from his grasp. ‘What the fuck?’ Chris screamed, still instinctively looking to his big brother for answers in a world that had just been turned upside down. The brothers could hardly make eye contact but Wyatt persevered as they stood in awkward silence and eventually he maintained Chris’s gaze for just one second before Chris whispered ‘Oh my god’ almost under his breath as realisation set in and he ran for the door. Wyatt could only stare after him in shock before his body slipped to the floor in tears of shock and relief.
Later that evening Wyatt lay on his bed, deep in thought, trying to resolve the conflicting thoughts and emotions circling his mind like vultures. Laid on his back with his arm across his eyes he tried to calm his racing heart until he heard footsteps approach the bedroom door. They were too heavy to be any of the sisters but too light to be his dads or one of his uncles. Only one person’s tread sounded like that and only one person’s tread caused his heart to skip beats as it did just then. Chris entered the room slowly and Wyatt froze and listened as it sounded as if Chris stood still for a few seconds after the door closed.
He could feel his brothers gaze on him even though he couldn’t see him through his eyelids and forearm. His skin heated and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up simply from this thought of his brother watching him as he lay very still; just listening, and with his heart beating furiously in his chest he waited for whatever came next. He heard footsteps cross the room but without moving his arm and opening his eyes he wasn’t able to place exactly where they were in the small room.
Then he felt the edge of his bed dip as his brother sat down. He moved his arm and opened his eyes in surprise and looked down the bed at his brother sitting there unnaturally still and quiet with his head bowed. ‘Chris?’ Wyatt asked gently. ‘How did you know? Chris asked in a whisper so quiet Wyatt barely heard it. ‘Know what? Wyatt asked equally quiet, not wanting to break the moment. Chris hesitated, and then let his words out in a rush ‘How did you know that I’ve wanted you to kiss me for as long as I can remember?’
‘I didn’t’ Wyatt breathed, his eyes widening in shock and lighting up with happiness as he sat up slowly, his body trembling with relief; Chris didn't hate him for kissing him. Chris looked at him, eyes questioning. ‘I just secretly hoped you felt the same as I did’ Wyatt continued as he extended his hand to rest it on top of Chris’s which was resting on his thigh. ‘Really’ Chris asked, also slightly relieved, as he looked his brother in the eye for the first time since that moment in the attic. ‘Really’ Wyatt said quietly but with conviction as he leaned closer to his brother and gently captured those sensuous lips with his own.
‘But what will everyone say’ Chris asked, pulling away from the kiss panicked ‘Mum, Dad, the Aunts?’ he continued, his voice rising in fear. ‘It’ll be difficult at first but they’ll accept it eventually’ Wyatt said with more certainty than he felt. ‘They love us and want us to be happy’ he continued trying to convince himself as much as his brother. ‘I guess this does make me happy.’ Chris murmured quietly, when Wyatt kissed him gently. His eyes lit up in excitement as he smiled at his brother before initiating a kiss between them for the first time. ‘Me too’ Wyatt murmured with a smile between kisses.
The kisses grew deeper and hands began to explore and a short while later the brothers found themselves lying on the bed in each other’s arms, murmuring and moaning in pleasure as tongues and hands explored further and further and their bodies writhed together in increasing passion. ‘Chris?’ Wyatt moaned into the kiss. ‘Hmm?’ ‘We have to stop’ Wyatt continued as he finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily. ‘Why’ Chris murmured, still in the haze of passion, as he continued to kiss along Wyatt’s jaw and down his collarbone. ‘Please stop, Chris’ Wyatt half moaned half sighed, pushing his brother away from him half-heartedly. The fog finally lifted slightly. ‘What?’ Chris lifted his head away slightly and looked at Wyatt with concern, trying unsuccessfully to slow his own heavy breathing and hide the fear and pain of the perceived rejection. ‘You have to stop now’ Wyatt said gently, trying to sooth the pain in his brother’s expression as he stroked the sweaty hair from his brother’s face ‘because if you don’t stop, I wont be able to.’ Wyatt continued looking deep into his brother’s eyes, desperate to convey his meaning. Chris’s eyes widened in surprise at the implications of Wyatt’s words and then they darkened with lust before he moved his hand slowly down Wyatt’s chest, over his stomach (which contracted instantly under his touch) and found it’s way into his boxers. ‘Good’
***End of flashback***
Wyatt’s hand was now where Chris’s had been. His pulse and breathing were rapid and a fine sheen of sweat covered his body as he moved his hand around his own hard dick and slowly but firmly stroked up and down, up and down, imagining it was Chris’s hand once again.
In the haze of his lust it was a while before Wyatt became aware of the new and different sounds coming from the bed opposite. Once the change was detected however, it only served to increase his lust.
Chris was creating an echo in the room as he moaned in his sleep.
‘Now I’m never gonna get back to sleep’ Wyatt thought with a grin.
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**Author's note**
Kindly review, even if you don't review kindly.
I have a couple of other chapters written already (and more ideas still in the imagination stage) if anyone wants to read any more. I promise things get more graphic. :)
Let me know if you want to read more and I'll post the other chapters.
19-year-old Wyatt Halliwell lay in his bed listening to the shallow breathing of his 17-year-old brother coming from the bed on the opposite side of the room. Its rhythm was as familiar to him as his own breathing and just as necessary to him if he wanted to sleep at night. He couldn’t imagine ever sleeping properly without those gentle sounds.
Wyatt was in no hurry to sleep right now though. Moonlight was shining in through the window behind him and across Chris’s pillow, silhouetting his brother’s figure against the wall, and highlighting the sleep tussled hair that lay across Chris’s smooth cheek. Wyatt felt the urge to stroke that hair away from his brother’s face to get a better view; but resisted for fear of waking him, he felt he could watch Chris sleep forever.
Watching his brother, he remembered the stories he had been told for as far back as he could remember of how a 22-year-old Chris had travelled back in time to save his older brother while he was still a child. He had risked everything including his own life to stop Wyatt from growing up evil and destroying the world. His little brother had helped their family to stop Gideon from turning him evil, had fought so hard, and even died to save him and for that Wyatt would be eternally grateful.
He was also grateful that he had been told these stories and had always known what a great guy, what a hero, his little brother was (or would be, whatever, does it really matter?). They had both grown up hearing everyone say that Wyatt was the most powerful child ever born but somehow, even from an early age, Wyatt had realised how this could make Chris feel inadequate and inferior to his older brother and had done his best to shield him from it. The stories he’d heard about future Chris and how well he himself knew his little brother both gave a very different picture to this generally accepted view of him as ‘the weaker brother’. Wyatt was the only one besides Chris himself who knew how powerful Chris really was. Wyatt sometimes felt awed by Chris and what he had done for him (and the world) and had always seen him as at least his equal in spite of what others had told him, and tried to treat him as such. Or at least as much of an equal as any younger brother could be treated in public.
There had never been any real sibling rivalry between them and they had always been each other’s best friends. He’d heard his mother talking to their aunts once, years ago when they were both small, about how she was worried that they didn’t socialise with other children their own age that much, but what Wyatt felt she didn’t realise was that they didn’t need to, as long as they had each other they’d be okay.
And they did have each other, more so now than their mother or aunts or even their father, the great elder, could ever know. Wyatt’s mind travelled back a few weeks to that first time. After what felt like years of frustration, trying to stay in control and never get too close, look too long or touch too much for fear their feelings might be discovered, they had finally broken down and given in to temptation and the private world between them had changed forever.
Wyatt couldn’t pin point exactly when his feelings for his brother had changed. It had been a constant slow build up over the years from late childhood into their teens, their brotherly love gradually increasing in intensity until it became something much more than that.
Wyatt used to wonder occasionally if Chris knew the effect he had on his brother, particularly in the mornings and at night, as they shared a room. Getting changed in the same room had gradually become torture for Wyatt and he had eventually taken to getting changed in the en suite bathroom to avoid the temptation of seeing Chris even semi-naked and any embarrassing and highly inappropriate side effects this might have on his nether regions.
He’d thought sometimes though, that he caught a mischievous glint in Chris’s eye and a slight smug smile on his lips when he left the room at these times, as if Chris knew exactly why he was doing it, and was enjoying the fact. Wyatt had repeatedly told himself he was imagining things, surely Chris didn’t see him as anything other than his older brother and brothers didn’t think about each other like that, did they? They couldn’t possibly both be so perverted, could they?
Wyatt had eventually learned that his brother did return his feelings in kind. It had taken a few months of increasing bickering and avoiding each other and the only real fight they had ever had for them to reveal the truth to each other. Wyatt couldn’t even remember when they had actually started bickering and avoiding each other, just that it had become harder and harder for him to be alone with Chris without touching him, or kissing him or telling him how he felt, even though he knew he could never do any of these things. Hell, he shouldn’t even want to do those things to his brother, he just had to keep reminding himself of that, and get over it. If only it had been that easy.
The argument finally came when Chris had cornered him in the attic one day when he was checking the book of shadows while the rest of the family were out. He’d begged to know what he’d done to make Wyatt angry. Wyatt had refused to tell him anything, trying to stay strong, simply answering ‘Nothing, it’s nothing to do with you Chris.’ Chris had persisted and eventually got so angry and upset that he’d paced the attic floor franticly and practically pulling his hair out and nearing tears he’d shouted in frustration ‘I can’t stand this any more Wyatt, I can’t stand you hating me.’ The mere idea that Chris believed Wyatt could hate him, ever, had been almost more than he could bear, especially when he could see how upset this thought made his brother. ‘Chris, I don’t hate you’ he’d said, slowly facing his brother ‘nothing could be further from the truth.’ His voice had been barely more than a whisper.
‘What’s that supposed to mean’ Chris had said ‘you’ve been trying to avoid me for weeks and picking a fight with me every time you can’t get away from me fast enough. What is going on in that head of yours? Talk to me, please’ he’d pleaded closing the gap between them and placing both hands on his brother’s arms.
***Flashback***
Wyatt was sure he couldn’t take much more; he wasn’t sure whether it was the pleading note in his brother’s voice, the almost-tears in his brother’s eyes or the gentle but persistent hands resting on his arms that did it, but he could take no more. ‘You really want to know?’ he ground out through gritted teeth throwing Chris’s hands off him and turning away, ignoring the hurt look in his brother’s eyes and resisting the urge to turn back around, take Chris in his arms and kiss him and make it all better
‘For gods sake Wyatt, yes, I really want to know’ Chris practically shouted, seriously frustrated now. ‘We can’t go on like this, Mum and the Aunts are getting worried and it’s tearing me apart knowing that you hate me and not knowing what I did to deserve it,’
‘I don’t hate you Chris’ Wyatt repeated emphatically, holding onto his last nerve by a thread. ‘I could never hate you’ he sighed with despair, turning again to face his brother. ‘You really expect me to believe that?’ Chris spat out, looking deep into his brother’s eyes, trying to find the truth, gripping his brother’s arms again tighter than before. ‘I really wish I could Wyatt, but how can I when everything you’ve done lately proves otherwise’.
His hands were warm on Wyatt’s bare arms and his eyes looked deep into his own, pleading for honesty and understanding, pleading for his brother to love him. ‘Fine, I’ll prove it’ Wyatt murmured as his control snapped with the tension in their gaze and the pounding of their heartbeats and he stepped closer to his brother. Chris’s head tilted back and he took a small step backwards as he tried to keep eye contact with his taller brother as he advanced on him, but then Wyatt took his face in his hands and leaned down towards him, his eyes had closed as their lips met in a searing kiss.
***End of flashback***
Wyatt felt his dick twitch as his heart pumped faster and a tingling warmth started flooding through his body as he relived the memory. His fingers went to his lips as if he could still feel Chris’s lips on his. He smiled to himself and at his sleeping brother, still gently breathing in the bed opposite, as he remembered how the rest of that night had gone.
***Continued flashback (10 minutes later)***
Hands and tongues were exploring new territory as Wyatt and Chris clung together in the attic. Small moans of pleasure could be heard coming from both of them, then suddenly it was all ripped apart as Chris stopped moving, gasped and then pushed against his brother and tore himself from his grasp. ‘What the fuck?’ Chris screamed, still instinctively looking to his big brother for answers in a world that had just been turned upside down. The brothers could hardly make eye contact but Wyatt persevered as they stood in awkward silence and eventually he maintained Chris’s gaze for just one second before Chris whispered ‘Oh my god’ almost under his breath as realisation set in and he ran for the door. Wyatt could only stare after him in shock before his body slipped to the floor in tears of shock and relief.
Later that evening Wyatt lay on his bed, deep in thought, trying to resolve the conflicting thoughts and emotions circling his mind like vultures. Laid on his back with his arm across his eyes he tried to calm his racing heart until he heard footsteps approach the bedroom door. They were too heavy to be any of the sisters but too light to be his dads or one of his uncles. Only one person’s tread sounded like that and only one person’s tread caused his heart to skip beats as it did just then. Chris entered the room slowly and Wyatt froze and listened as it sounded as if Chris stood still for a few seconds after the door closed.
He could feel his brothers gaze on him even though he couldn’t see him through his eyelids and forearm. His skin heated and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up simply from this thought of his brother watching him as he lay very still; just listening, and with his heart beating furiously in his chest he waited for whatever came next. He heard footsteps cross the room but without moving his arm and opening his eyes he wasn’t able to place exactly where they were in the small room.
Then he felt the edge of his bed dip as his brother sat down. He moved his arm and opened his eyes in surprise and looked down the bed at his brother sitting there unnaturally still and quiet with his head bowed. ‘Chris?’ Wyatt asked gently. ‘How did you know? Chris asked in a whisper so quiet Wyatt barely heard it. ‘Know what? Wyatt asked equally quiet, not wanting to break the moment. Chris hesitated, and then let his words out in a rush ‘How did you know that I’ve wanted you to kiss me for as long as I can remember?’
‘I didn’t’ Wyatt breathed, his eyes widening in shock and lighting up with happiness as he sat up slowly, his body trembling with relief; Chris didn't hate him for kissing him. Chris looked at him, eyes questioning. ‘I just secretly hoped you felt the same as I did’ Wyatt continued as he extended his hand to rest it on top of Chris’s which was resting on his thigh. ‘Really’ Chris asked, also slightly relieved, as he looked his brother in the eye for the first time since that moment in the attic. ‘Really’ Wyatt said quietly but with conviction as he leaned closer to his brother and gently captured those sensuous lips with his own.
‘But what will everyone say’ Chris asked, pulling away from the kiss panicked ‘Mum, Dad, the Aunts?’ he continued, his voice rising in fear. ‘It’ll be difficult at first but they’ll accept it eventually’ Wyatt said with more certainty than he felt. ‘They love us and want us to be happy’ he continued trying to convince himself as much as his brother. ‘I guess this does make me happy.’ Chris murmured quietly, when Wyatt kissed him gently. His eyes lit up in excitement as he smiled at his brother before initiating a kiss between them for the first time. ‘Me too’ Wyatt murmured with a smile between kisses.
The kisses grew deeper and hands began to explore and a short while later the brothers found themselves lying on the bed in each other’s arms, murmuring and moaning in pleasure as tongues and hands explored further and further and their bodies writhed together in increasing passion. ‘Chris?’ Wyatt moaned into the kiss. ‘Hmm?’ ‘We have to stop’ Wyatt continued as he finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily. ‘Why’ Chris murmured, still in the haze of passion, as he continued to kiss along Wyatt’s jaw and down his collarbone. ‘Please stop, Chris’ Wyatt half moaned half sighed, pushing his brother away from him half-heartedly. The fog finally lifted slightly. ‘What?’ Chris lifted his head away slightly and looked at Wyatt with concern, trying unsuccessfully to slow his own heavy breathing and hide the fear and pain of the perceived rejection. ‘You have to stop now’ Wyatt said gently, trying to sooth the pain in his brother’s expression as he stroked the sweaty hair from his brother’s face ‘because if you don’t stop, I wont be able to.’ Wyatt continued looking deep into his brother’s eyes, desperate to convey his meaning. Chris’s eyes widened in surprise at the implications of Wyatt’s words and then they darkened with lust before he moved his hand slowly down Wyatt’s chest, over his stomach (which contracted instantly under his touch) and found it’s way into his boxers. ‘Good’
***End of flashback***
Wyatt’s hand was now where Chris’s had been. His pulse and breathing were rapid and a fine sheen of sweat covered his body as he moved his hand around his own hard dick and slowly but firmly stroked up and down, up and down, imagining it was Chris’s hand once again.
In the haze of his lust it was a while before Wyatt became aware of the new and different sounds coming from the bed opposite. Once the change was detected however, it only served to increase his lust.
Chris was creating an echo in the room as he moaned in his sleep.
‘Now I’m never gonna get back to sleep’ Wyatt thought with a grin.
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**Author's note**
Kindly review, even if you don't review kindly.
I have a couple of other chapters written already (and more ideas still in the imagination stage) if anyone wants to read any more. I promise things get more graphic. :)
Let me know if you want to read more and I'll post the other chapters.