Random memories

Chapter 4 – Those three magic words

Chris awoke abruptly and suddenly realised his eyes were wide open and all traces of sleep were gone. He then struggled for a moment to remember where he was and figure out what it was that had woken him. He soon realised that the pillow underneath his head was moving and wasn’t a pillow after all. It was in fact a broad muscular chest with a dusting of coarse blonde hair across it, which he found was tickling his cheek, and a distinctive Triquatra tattoo covered the heart. This was all it took for him to remember where he was, and with whom and a smile spread across his face as he remembered last night. The fact this muscular chest was twitching erratically, along with the rest of the body lying next to him, now registered fully in his mind and explained what had woken him.

He lifted his head and looked up at his brother’s face, which should have been relaxed and peaceful in sleep but was far from it. The smile rapidly left Chris’s face as he heard the anguished moans now coming from his brother’s throat as he writhed beneath him in obvious distress. ‘Wyatt’ Chris called quietly, placing a sleep-warm hand over the tattoo he rubbed gently. When this had no effect he rubbed harder and called louder ‘Wyatt, wake up’. Again this got no response and Chris was becoming very anxious now. What was his brother going through? Was this some spell? Why wouldn’t he wake up? ‘Come on Wyatt wake up. Please, you’re scaring me now’ Chris pleaded. As if these were the magic words required, Wyatt’s eyes sprang open wide and his body suddenly stilled: a sheen of cold sweat covering his skin.

‘Chris?’ Wyatt pleaded quietly, looking at his brother with a distant and distressed expression on his face. ‘I’m here’ Chris said soothingly as he looked into his brother’s wide eyes and reached up to caress his brother’s cheek with his palm. ‘Thank God’ Wyatt sighed with relief as he put his arms round his brother and hugged him so tight, almost as if his life depended on it. ‘What is it?’ Chris asked. He was really worried now; nothing ever scared Wyatt. ‘Horrible dreams’ Wyatt said, still clinging to Chris as if afraid he’d disappear if he ever let go. ‘What about?’ Chris prompted when Wyatt didn’t elaborate. ‘Me’ Wyatt uttered, apparently struggling to speak. Chris couldn’t help himself, ‘Narcissist’ he half laughed trying to lighten the mood and relieve the tension. ‘Don’t’ Wyatt moaned. ‘It was me, but it wasn’t me me, it can’t be’ he continued, his voice trailing off into his own thoughts.

Chris, shocked into silence by the desperate tone in his brother’s voice just held him quietly and stroked his hair gently as he made soothing noises and rocked him gently back and forth. ‘It’s ok Wy, it was just a dream’ Chris said when the worst of Wyatt’s shakes has subsided. ‘It felt so real’ Wyatt said, finally letting his fierce grip on Chris relax a bit. ‘I could see the blood and their fear and pain, and it was all my fault’ he continued ‘and you weren’t there, and that was all my fault too’ he finished almost choking back a sob, apparently unable to continue. ‘That just proves it was just a dream’ Chris said more adamantly than he felt ‘you know I’ll always be there for you. No matter what.’ Wyatt was barely consoled by this; the nightmare had been so real. ‘You weren’t there, Chris, I couldn’t even feel you anywhere, you left me because I was evil and killing innocents’ he finally admitted quietly and releasing a sob he buried his head against Chris’s neck in despair.

‘You’d never do that’ Chris said instantly, shocked at this revelation, his loving Wyatt would never do that. ‘What about the stories mum and the aunts told us Chris, you know they’re real’ Wyatt sobbed openly now. What if Chris hadn’t saved him after all? What if he was still going to become evil?

‘You know future me stopped that from ever happening’ Chris stated defiantly, he really didn’t want to be discussing this, it made him fell sad, scared, embarrassed and oh so many other things he could barely name let alone understand. ‘But what if you just postponed the inevitable?’ Wyatt asked ‘Then I’ll go back and save you again’ Chris said firmly. ‘That’s the only way I’ll ever leave you Wyatt, to go back and save you so I never have to leave you.’ ‘What?’ Wyatt asked lifting his head looking confused. ‘I never could get the hang of paradoxes.’ ‘It doesn’t matter’ Chris said calmly as he took hold of Wyatt’s shoulders, which were still shaking slightly and held him away from himself so he could look his brother in the eye.

‘The point is’, he said slowly ‘you’re not evil. (Slight pause) I love you and I’m not going anywhere.’ Wyatt’s heart leapt and his eyes grew wide as they lit up at this. ‘What did you say?’ he asked quietly sounding as shocked as he felt. ‘I’m not going anywhere’ Chris repeated emphatically. ‘No before that’ Wyatt clarified. Chris caught on to what Wyatt was getting at, ‘You’re not evil’ he muttered before he broke the eye contact between them and blushed. ‘No, the other bit’ Wyatt demanded patiently. Chris struggled with himself for a minute; this was a big step he was taking for both of them, he’d never meant to say it in the first place, the words just sort of slipped out. Nevertheless he took hold of his renowned Halliwell courage and drew a deep breath and finally restored eye contact as he let out the breath and almost whispered ‘I love you.’

‘Oh Chris’ Wyatt sighed almost dramatically as he threw himself into his brother’s arms, hugging him tightly again, ‘don’t ever leave me. Never let me become that evil’ he rambled. ‘I just told you I wouldn’t, didn’t I?’ Chris laughed almost hysterically. ‘Now, if you’re done being an idiot will you please just shut up and kiss me?’

He didn’t need asking twice. Wyatt lifted his head and looked his brother in the eye for just one moment before lunging forward and catching Chris’s lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue plunged in between them without pausing to seek permission, but none was required as Chris’s tongue was now plunging into Wyatt’s mouth just as eagerly. Chris pushed Wyatt down into the mattress and moved his own legs and hips so he was straddling the older boy, as they continued ravishing each other’s mouths. He came up after a few minutes, gasping for air. ‘Now do you believe me? Chris demanded breathlessly, his head spinning ‘or do I have to convince you some more?’

Wyatt grinned up at him and his eyes lit up but then he pulled his features into a fake-pensive expression and said ‘erm, I think maybe more convincing might be in order’ he grinned again before pulling his brother down to him to continue their game of tonsil tennis.

Chris moaned deeply into the kiss before coming up for air again and he rolled his hips into Wyatt’s to show him how much he wanted him. Feeling Wyatt’s hard erection beneath his own just turned him on even more. As his confidence grew so did his dick. ‘I want to be inside you’ Chris moaned as he leaned in for another kiss. He felt Wyatt’s dick leap to attention at these words and this spurred Chris on. Apparently they both liked it when Chris took charge for a change.

Kissing down his brother’s now heaving chest, Chris wriggled backwards and settled himself between his brother’s legs as he allowed his tongue to toy with Wyatt’s navel and he placed his hand between Wyatt’s legs. Kneeling up, he cupped Wyatt’s balls in his hand gently and massaged them slowly before moving his hand further back to stroke at his brother’s entrance. He looked up at his brother seeking reassurance and saw that his eyes were closed; he was lost in ecstasy. Chris’s confidence (and his dick) took another leap upwards but he slowed his hands movements to regain his brother’s attention. Wyatt sensing he was being waited on opened his eyes and looked up at his brother questioningly. ‘Don’t stop Chris’ Wyatt moaned, practically begging as he continued to writhe beneath him.

‘Just checking you still want this’ Chris laughed with a shy smile as he sped up his hand movements again. ‘God yes’ Wyatt breathed as he looked at his brother in disbelief before closing his eyes and pushing his arse further into his brother’s hand as confirmation. ‘Fuck me Chris. I want you to fuck me, fuck me now’ he babbled breathlessly.

Chris, always one to do as he was told (A/N; sorry, there’s probably laws against that much sarcasm being in one sentence :)) whispered the lubrication spell he had memorised from The Book of Shadows when he was 13 and felt his hand smooth the cool gel which appeared there along Wyatt’s crack before he inserted a finger and coated the inside. ‘Now’ repeated Wyatt writhing against his hand. Chris inserted a second finger and began moving them in and out slowly. Wyatt’s writhing and moaning begged for him to increase their speed and add a third finger as he continued pumping them in and out of his brother’s arse.

Unable to handle any more of Wyatt’s unsatisfied moans and begging repetitions of ‘please’ and ‘more’ Chris pulled his fingers out and lined up his rock hard dick at his brother’s entrance. Taking hold of his solid cock in one hand and Wyatt’s leg with the other, Chris moved the tip of his penis slowly up and down against his brother’s hole as he watched his brother’s face. ‘Just put it in Chris’ Wyatt moaned ‘Damn you’ he finished when Chris didn’t comply quickly enough for his liking.

Chris plunged in to the hilt in a single brutal thrust and nearly blacked out with the pleasure of the tight heat now surrounding him. He moaned deep in his throat and heard Wyatt moan below him. He felt Wyatt’s muscles contract tightly, almost painfully, around his cock as he held himself still for a moment to allow them both time to adjust. ‘Ungh’ he heard Wyatt moan again as he continued writhing beneath him. ‘Move Chris, move’ Wyatt urged, moaning breathlessly. Chris complied and slowly pulled back slightly before thrusting quickly back into his whimpering brother. He repeated this several times, causing Wyatt to cry out each time he hit his prostate.

‘God, sooo goood’ Chris moaned as he continued thrusting. ‘I love you Wy’ he said breathlessly as he looked down at him. ‘Say it again’ Wyatt commanded as he looked up into his brother’s adoring (and adorable) face. ‘I love you’ Chris repeated obediently. ‘Love you, Love you, Love you’ he continued to repeat breathlessly between thrusts. It wasn’t long before Chris felt that familiar tightness building up in his balls and he moaned Wyatt’s name as he came.

Wyatt heard his brother moan his name in the midst of the repeated declarations of love coming from above him and he felt Chris’s dick spasm and shoot his load deep inside him triggering his own climax, which spurted onto both their chests. ‘Chris’ he cried as his hands gripped his brother’s arse and pulled him further into him as they rode their orgasm for as long as possible.

Chris collapsed exhausted onto Wyatt’s chest and they both lay still and quiet for a while as they came back down to reality. ‘Convinced yet’ Chris asked smugly without moving. ‘Yeah’ Wyatt replied with a chuckle as he held his brother to him and stroked his hands in soothing mindless patterns over his back. They enjoyed a few more minutes of sated silence before Wyatt said ‘Chris?’ ‘Hmm? Chris responded as he lifted his head to look at his brother’s face. Wyatt leant up and kissed Chris gently on the lips before breathing ‘I love you too.’

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Author's note.

Really hope you like this chapter, I've spent most of the day working on it.

Still begging for more reviews.

I thought more chapters equals more reviews or maybe it's the other way round. (HINT HINT):)