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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
10,584
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
“Play with you?” Raising an eyebrow Wyatt knew what that probably meant.
“Yup, play with me.” Chris was grinning from ear to ear. Wyatt knew that even of he said no Chris would keep him up. Giving in and leaning forward he captured the smile with his lips and started to run his hands up and down Chris’ back.
Chris in the mean time was moving his hand over Wyatt’s abs. The six-pack twitched as his feather light touch ticked his sensitive brother. Smiling into Chris’ mouth Wyatt co’t q’t quite shake the feeling of dread on how tired he would be for his morning meetings. He had less then three hours before he had to get up and get to them. Hopefully Chris only wanted a quick tumble. He seemed to love them any other time.
Moving his dark head down Chris took Wyatt’s sore nipple back in his mouth and kissed it better. Liking and sucking it he could hear Wyatt groans. “Chris,” Panting he knew the imp was going to torture him. “Why is it that when I want it long and slow you want fast and hard and when I have a meeting you are determined to drag it out?”
Releasing the nipple Chris looked back up at the blond ruler. Running his hand up Wyatt’s cheeks and down through his hair. He was so giddy that he didn’t really think about his answer until three whole second after. “Because it’s the one part of this world you don’t control.”
Wyatt’s face snapped. Starring into Chris’ face he knew that this was true. Chris had for the past two years taken the lead in sex. Wyatt never noticed it before but Chris chose what they did. Even when Wyatt tied him up he was the one who first decided on the game. Well that was changing tonight. Wyatt was in control of everything and one. Including Chris!
Chris’ face turned to worry. He had said it. He promised himself that he would never. Stupid, stupid beer and vodka and what ever Mike was smoking. Knowing that his brother was probably mad at this information Chris started to go limp and move off of Wyatt’s legs. Maybe, just maybe if Wyatt went back to sleep then in the morning he’d think that this had just been a dream and so no need of reprimand.
Grabbing the slender man’s hips Wyatt’s glare spoke volumes. “I don’t control this?” His voice seethed from his clenched teeth. His finger’s were digging painfully into Chris’ skin now to where there would be bruises forming in a few more seconds. “Are you sayingt yot you control this Chris?” Wyatt started to laugh lightly. It was this laugh that mad Chris down right afraid of his lord. With most people it was followed by their deaths. Chris learned long ago it usually meant he’d need healing to breath easily again.
“Wyatt” His own voice was barely a whisper. If he had any chance of calming Wyatt down he couldn’t act anything but docile and dominated. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just that you usually let me do the work so you can enjoy it better.”
“Really brother.” Wyatt’s voice told him that he didn’t believe it for a second. Smiling Wyatt slowly picked the gymnast off of him and laid him down on his back. “Stay here.” Getting off the bed and grabbing his robe he walked out of the room. Chris didn’t dare move a muscle. Even drunk and half stoned the desire for self-preservation was there. He tried to think of a way out of this. No, non were coming to mind except maybe time travel. Oh ya like he could pull that off.
He heard Wyatt talking to someone in the living room. Wishing he could move closer to hear he strained his ears to pick out at least who was there. It sounded like Minnka, Wyatt’s secretary who took care of his appointments. Walking back into the room Wyatt at least seemed pleased that Chris hadn’t budged a toe but saw Chris’ limp sex and scowl a little. Closing his eyes and taking a calm breath he smiled again. Opening his eyes he walked up to the side of the bed closest to Chris’ terrified form. “Well at least we’ll have time to set this right.” Reading the look off of the drunk’s face. “I had my meetings rescheduled for later in the week. I’ve taken a few days off to play with you Chris. Aren’t you happy?”
-TBC
Please note this probably goes with my other story it’s more like another chapter of it but has to be written at the same time due to the fact that it’s been in my head as long if not longer. Any questions about some stuff like Chris being referred to as a gymnast see other story His Heart.
Please Review.
“Yup, play with me.” Chris was grinning from ear to ear. Wyatt knew that even of he said no Chris would keep him up. Giving in and leaning forward he captured the smile with his lips and started to run his hands up and down Chris’ back.
Chris in the mean time was moving his hand over Wyatt’s abs. The six-pack twitched as his feather light touch ticked his sensitive brother. Smiling into Chris’ mouth Wyatt co’t q’t quite shake the feeling of dread on how tired he would be for his morning meetings. He had less then three hours before he had to get up and get to them. Hopefully Chris only wanted a quick tumble. He seemed to love them any other time.
Moving his dark head down Chris took Wyatt’s sore nipple back in his mouth and kissed it better. Liking and sucking it he could hear Wyatt groans. “Chris,” Panting he knew the imp was going to torture him. “Why is it that when I want it long and slow you want fast and hard and when I have a meeting you are determined to drag it out?”
Releasing the nipple Chris looked back up at the blond ruler. Running his hand up Wyatt’s cheeks and down through his hair. He was so giddy that he didn’t really think about his answer until three whole second after. “Because it’s the one part of this world you don’t control.”
Wyatt’s face snapped. Starring into Chris’ face he knew that this was true. Chris had for the past two years taken the lead in sex. Wyatt never noticed it before but Chris chose what they did. Even when Wyatt tied him up he was the one who first decided on the game. Well that was changing tonight. Wyatt was in control of everything and one. Including Chris!
Chris’ face turned to worry. He had said it. He promised himself that he would never. Stupid, stupid beer and vodka and what ever Mike was smoking. Knowing that his brother was probably mad at this information Chris started to go limp and move off of Wyatt’s legs. Maybe, just maybe if Wyatt went back to sleep then in the morning he’d think that this had just been a dream and so no need of reprimand.
Grabbing the slender man’s hips Wyatt’s glare spoke volumes. “I don’t control this?” His voice seethed from his clenched teeth. His finger’s were digging painfully into Chris’ skin now to where there would be bruises forming in a few more seconds. “Are you sayingt yot you control this Chris?” Wyatt started to laugh lightly. It was this laugh that mad Chris down right afraid of his lord. With most people it was followed by their deaths. Chris learned long ago it usually meant he’d need healing to breath easily again.
“Wyatt” His own voice was barely a whisper. If he had any chance of calming Wyatt down he couldn’t act anything but docile and dominated. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just that you usually let me do the work so you can enjoy it better.”
“Really brother.” Wyatt’s voice told him that he didn’t believe it for a second. Smiling Wyatt slowly picked the gymnast off of him and laid him down on his back. “Stay here.” Getting off the bed and grabbing his robe he walked out of the room. Chris didn’t dare move a muscle. Even drunk and half stoned the desire for self-preservation was there. He tried to think of a way out of this. No, non were coming to mind except maybe time travel. Oh ya like he could pull that off.
He heard Wyatt talking to someone in the living room. Wishing he could move closer to hear he strained his ears to pick out at least who was there. It sounded like Minnka, Wyatt’s secretary who took care of his appointments. Walking back into the room Wyatt at least seemed pleased that Chris hadn’t budged a toe but saw Chris’ limp sex and scowl a little. Closing his eyes and taking a calm breath he smiled again. Opening his eyes he walked up to the side of the bed closest to Chris’ terrified form. “Well at least we’ll have time to set this right.” Reading the look off of the drunk’s face. “I had my meetings rescheduled for later in the week. I’ve taken a few days off to play with you Chris. Aren’t you happy?”
-TBC
Please note this probably goes with my other story it’s more like another chapter of it but has to be written at the same time due to the fact that it’s been in my head as long if not longer. Any questions about some stuff like Chris being referred to as a gymnast see other story His Heart.
Please Review.