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Sorry about the shortness. Been trying to come up with stuff and get other stuff straightened around. Like everything in life.

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Well it maybe a little short but it sweet? Nah, it’s smutty. Hope you like.

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Chapter 18

Piper watched her sister with a quiet glare. Phoebe was hiding something. She was skittish and overly interested in her cereal. Piper wondered if it was the same thing as last night. She still couldn’t remember what the other witch had said but knew that the whole thing had been spelled out for his in about two nanoseconds.

“All right. I have to get to my new job and I don’t want to be late.”

“Um Paige your going but you said…”

“I know Phoebe but they called and I need a new sweater because that dryer in there ate my last three.”

“Oh please you’ve worn tighter things.” Scowling at her sister Paige orbed out. A few beats later, the sound of orbing could be heard as Chris entered the hall.

“Hey did either of you stop by the club last night?”

“No Chris. Why?” Piper really didn’t want to hear anything bad this morning.

“The front door was unlocked when I got up this morning.”

“What did you accidentally leave it unlocked all night?” Piper was starting in full out panic mode. Phoebe knew she would hear it.

“No I orbed in last night, checked the door like I always do before going to bed and when I got up this morning it was unlocked.”

“Um maybe I might have needed to talk to you…um last night Chris…but when I got there you were sleeping so I left you alone.” Phoebe didn’t dare look up from her bowl. The milk was slowly turning her captain crunch into captain mush and Piper was about to blow her up. She didn’t need to be empathic to know how much she had screwed up.

“We’ll talk later. I have to get to work.” Piper’s voice was angry and short like her temper and dismissed her sister. Turning to Chris Piper brightened a little. She was still worried about him and had a very, very sinking suspicion on whom the blond in Phoebe’s vision was. She tried to rationalize everything in like and that was the only rationalization that she could come up with. Either Chris was Wyatt’s lover from the future or…they were family? And that was just crazy talk.

Getting up and stepping around Phoebe, she let her glare hang over her head for about another second and grabbed her purse. “I’ll see you both later.” Piper watched them both as she left with a sinking feeling that Chris and Phoebe were both up to something. She didn’t know how but she knew that look on his face. It said, oh, I’m doing something really sneaky and you don’t know about it. Well maybe she did understand how she recognized that face, she had grown up with two sisters.

Phoebe let out a breath as she heard the door close and lock. Piper knew she was staying home today and Chris would just orb in and out as he needed to. “So what did you want to talk to me about?” Chris kept his voice light and causal. He didn’t need Phoebe to know that the blocking potion just wasn’t strong enough to block him. He could kick her but in redirecting powers.

“Um nothing much.” Absently she got up and poured him a coffee. Keeping friendly, he took the offer of wake-up-potion, as Wyatt loved to call it, and sat down to listen to her. Phoebe knew she should tell him. But she was waiting for the perfect moment.

“Okay Phoebe what do you want to talk to me about? You look ready to pounce on something.”

“Well, I was just wondering how long you and Wyatt dated for.” Phoebe watched as Chris cocked on his coffee. He coughed a few more times before he was about to squeak out a ‘What?’

“Dated, you know where two people go out and eventually have sex. Because I what I saw you looked about 17 and Wyatt maybe 20 so I was wondering where we get to meet you?” She finished her question leaning forward with the biggest grin she had worn since her wedding day.

Still in shock Chris tried to think fast. “What did you see?” Not really one of his strong suits.

“I saw you and Wyatt in P3 and well it got a little NC-17 after that.”

“You watched Wyatt and me have sex?!” He was shouting. Grimacing back, Phoebe reconsidered what she had said. Okay, she just admitted to her future nephew in law that she had watched his and his boyfriend who was her nephew have sex. And with all rights, that young man was now in shock and was turning a very bright shade of red.

Quickly she fought to stay calm. Although, she couldn’t help but think, Chris speechless and red was adorable. The Wyatt she had seen and him matched each other perfectly. “Okay I went to P3 and I got a vision. Not my fault. Maybe in the future you should do your homework quicker though.”

Taking a few breaths, Chris tried to calm down. She wasn’t angry, not yet. All she saw was Wyatt and him fooling around. She didn’t know or need to know how much wrong that situation could be. “Okay, can you not tell Piper?” He kept his eyes closed and waited for a reaction.

“Only because I felt how much you loved each other. Chris I don’t know what you went though and I …I just want to say that if you need help you can get help. We’re here to help. You’re trying to save the man you love. Don’t take thins the wrong way but been there, and failed that.” Slowly Chris opened his eyes and thought about the stories about Belthazor. Nevertheless, in the end his nature won out. Chris hadn’t seen anything so hopeful the last time he had tried to get a premonition. Wyatt probably was still blocking those somehow.

“I just, Phoebe, thanks.” Phoebe smiled at him. He was basically a good kid. She looked forward to meeting him before he grew up. Chris was so innocent even in sex with Wyatt. He just screamed protect me.

“So how do you two meet?”

“Phoebe…”

“What I just want to know where to send Wyatt and on which date?” She smiled hopefully at him as he orbed out. Dropping her smile, she heard her pager go off. Snatching it up and glancing at the calendar, she nearly had a heart attack. Elise was going to hang her.

Her message said so.

The sheets were cool as Chris’ tanned hand glided down his front. The clothes he had worn earlier were strewed around the room. He had undressed in a hurry to tinker with this idea. The large mirror was sitting propped against the wall as he spread his legs wider to watch his other had start to message the joints between his leg and body. So close yet not touching where Wyatt knew he should be.

Purposely he trailed his hands over his collarbone and marveled at how the tan shifted almost magically and showed the lighter pasts off. Chris’ hair was a dark brown with the occasional dirty blond high light if he spent time in the sun. By the image, he had. Slowly Wyatt watched the hands. Slowly they came up and teased his nipples.

Wyatt tried to stop the moan from escaping as long delicate fingers grasped a nipple and started to torment it. No longer gliding in pinched the rosy bud until it almost bled. Think about it again he drew blood. Not much just a drop that was scooped up and licked off tanned fingers.

Chris’ tongue flickered out and wetted his lips. The desire in his green eyes almost turned them blue. Without lube, those same delicate fingers started to wrap around his throbbing cock. A slow stroke down to the base and he was harder then a rock. A stroke up and he was gasping for breath.

The strokes were deliberately made to drive him nuts and all who watched the same. Wyatt shifted a bit and relaxed against the pillows. He could still see Chris now lying down and could spread his legs even further. Wyatt could see every part of Chris that he loved and memorized over the years. There wasn’t a place on Chris’ twenty two year old body left to be discovered.

The moan was heard again and the strokes sped up. He wanted to make it last but knew he couldn’t. Already the sheets were too hot for his skin and the image of innocents fading too fast. Wyatt kept his eyes glued to the image in front of him. His brother, jacking off for him. His naked body for him to see. One small injury that marked him as owned and his beautiful eyes.

Forest green most of the time, paling when saddened. Chris always wore his heart on his sleeve. The other hand would not be idle as it’s skill full fingers gripped Chris shorter hair. Pulling until he could fell the roots start to protest. He let them go and attacked the other nipple.

His strokes were getting easier with the pre-cum gliding in between his fingers. Wyatt tried to watch but wanted also to just close his eyes and enjoy the sensations. He kept them open. Chris would. The silk was starting to stick to his back as sweat seeped out of his body as if he was running. He felt like it.

His hips started to arch off the bed with their own mind as he felt the title wave start to come in. Raising and falling, his hips matched the stroke of his hand. His nipples bled as he twisted them in retribution for all that had been done.

As he felt the wave hit Wyatt’s glamour shifted and his form returned to his own. He came alone on his bed and turned form the mirror. Chris was always easier to look at then himself.

-tbc…
Next chapter will be longer...I promise.