Playtime
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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
10,583
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.
Playtime
I got a review so I write more! Thank you Dukky. This is kind of a continuation of my first fanfic probably more of a flash back. Basically drunken impy Chris and sleepy innocent Wyatt at it like bunnies. Will be NC-17 in next chapters. I don’t own charmed, if I did I wouldn’t be working at a fast food place.
Playtime
Chris slipped into the apartment quietly. Dropping his jacket on a chair he navigated over the master bedroom. He giggled quietly, deciding that it was a good thing Wyatt wasn’t awake to see him. Oh the lecture on how drunk he was right now. Hell he had fun tonight dancing, drinking and dodging his bodyguards. He actually lost them tonight. They were probably still at P3 looking for him. Well when you can orb and shimmer it was easy to lose some dumb jock style demon. Wyatt would probably yell for a good twenty minutes about how someone could realize who he was. It didn’t matter that his id said Perry instead of Halliwell. And that someone could try to kill him or kidnap him or worse and using magic while drunk had never been a strong suit of Chris’. But dancing and forgetting was so much fun. He had practically begged Wyatt to come out with him and his friends. He remembered for a moment a few years ago when Wyatt would have. Out on the dance floor with him was heaven. Sweaty bodies against each other, moving to the beats, pressed so close you could fell the other’s heartbeat. Sex after was always spectacular, their heart rates never coming down until half way to morning.
The door was ajar and he peeked in. Tangled up in the navy silk sheets the sleeping blond looked so innocent, so content with his even breathing and so desirable with his bare chest. Dropping his dress shirt on the floor he made his way to the bed. Wyatt looked so nibbly, laying there completely defenseless.
‘What if a really horny bad person were to break in here huh Wyatt?’ Chris smiled at the drunken thought. Even though Wyatt hadn’t lectured him Chris thought a little pay back for … well … not coming to the bar was in order. ‘Yup that was it. Wyatt could have came.’ He could have changed his appearance using Glamour and danced. And made Chris happy but no Mister I have to rule the world and act all mature and … this room had better stop spinning or else he was going to have to teach it a lesson.
Moving his hands to his belt Chris tried to focus on making it to the bed. Dropping his jeans he realized that somehow he lost his boxers at P3. Swaying a little he tried to recall any time that his pants had been off at all or even undone and then he remembered. The dare, oh Wyatt was going to kill him. Oh the dare, he had streaked for six blocks down town in only his runners and socks. He was glad he was fast. Cuz the cops would have caught him and put him in jail. After he sobered up he’d have to call Wyatt and then well let’s just say he wouldn’t be seeing a bar for a while.
Stepping out of the pants he moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Taking off his black socks he started to untangle the blond. Wyatt had a bad habit of this when he slept alone. Twisting up the sheet so in the morning he’d have to orb out of them to escape the bed. Once the sheets were untangled and the blankets found, pushed under the bottom of the bed god knows how, Chris spread them over Wyatt and then crawled under too. Snuggling into Wyatt, he laid his head on the other’s chest. Wyatt shifted in his sleep to pull Chris closer tucking him into his body with one of his arms.
Chris’ smile returned. Nuzzling his face into Wyatt’s chest for a moment to make sure he was comfy and sleeping he slowly moved his tongue out and circled the nipple closest to him. Wyatt shifted, breathing out a calm breath. Chris locked his lips over the rose bud and started to lick and suck it till he heard Wyatt’s breathing turn to pants. How something so simple could get Wyatt going was beyond Chris but hey he loved the results.
Looking up at Wyatt’s face he saw that his eyes were still closed. That was going to change. In a matter of a moment Chris bit down on Wyatt’s nipple and quickly laid his head off to the side to look as if he was just sleeping.
Bolting upright, Wyatt was going to kill whatever caused that pain! Looking around the room he couldn’t see or sense any intruders. He felt Chris try to snuggle backo hio him to sleep. Calming down he smiled down at the sleeping angel with him. Running his fingers through the silky dark hair he tried to figure out what woke him up. He loved how his brother’s hair felt. He loved him. He was the only one he could trust. Leaning down to place a kiss on the back of the head rying to burying itself into the pillows, now that Wyatt was no longer there to be his cushion, he stopped just short.
Smelling his hair there was beer, cigarette smoke and probably something else, something very sweet. Narrowing his eyes Wyatt recalled Chris going out and asking him to come too. With growing suspicions he summon memories, good ones, to his mind. Chris was never tired after the bar, he was hyper and demanding and Horny.
With an annoyed look on his face he flipped Chris over and saw that not only was he awake, but his face was red from trying to hold in giggles. Shifting up so his back rested against the headboard he pulled Chris not too gently up to face him. His little brothad had woken him up at 3:53 in the morning cuz he was on a sugar high of sorts. “Chris, I have to go back to sleep. I have a meeting in the morning.” Wyatt instantly regretted his harsh words.
Looking down Chris felt his giggles die. “I just wanted to have some fun, sorry.” Sifting so he was straddling Wyatt’s legs and hips, he tucked his head into the nook that was between his brother’s neck and shoulders. “You work so hard.” He snuggled closer. “And you never take anytime to have fun.” Pressing his body to Wyatt’s he pulled his face back so his brother could see him pout. “And now you’re saying mean things to me.”
Sighing in defeat and exhaustion he knew that Chris was right in some ways. He had been busy, really, really busy lately and need time off. “Chris…”
“NO!” Wyatt starred wide eye at his little brother’s outburst. And then broke into laughs himself. Chris sounded exactly like he was 5. Smiling Chris moved down Wyatt’s legs a little to let him remove the blonde’s pants. Orbing them across the room was probably a little drastic but he really wanted to see Wyatt naked. “See your awake now. So you should stay awake. And play with me.”
“Play with you?” Raising an eyebrow Wyatt knew what that probably meant.
-TBC
Playtime
Chris slipped into the apartment quietly. Dropping his jacket on a chair he navigated over the master bedroom. He giggled quietly, deciding that it was a good thing Wyatt wasn’t awake to see him. Oh the lecture on how drunk he was right now. Hell he had fun tonight dancing, drinking and dodging his bodyguards. He actually lost them tonight. They were probably still at P3 looking for him. Well when you can orb and shimmer it was easy to lose some dumb jock style demon. Wyatt would probably yell for a good twenty minutes about how someone could realize who he was. It didn’t matter that his id said Perry instead of Halliwell. And that someone could try to kill him or kidnap him or worse and using magic while drunk had never been a strong suit of Chris’. But dancing and forgetting was so much fun. He had practically begged Wyatt to come out with him and his friends. He remembered for a moment a few years ago when Wyatt would have. Out on the dance floor with him was heaven. Sweaty bodies against each other, moving to the beats, pressed so close you could fell the other’s heartbeat. Sex after was always spectacular, their heart rates never coming down until half way to morning.
The door was ajar and he peeked in. Tangled up in the navy silk sheets the sleeping blond looked so innocent, so content with his even breathing and so desirable with his bare chest. Dropping his dress shirt on the floor he made his way to the bed. Wyatt looked so nibbly, laying there completely defenseless.
‘What if a really horny bad person were to break in here huh Wyatt?’ Chris smiled at the drunken thought. Even though Wyatt hadn’t lectured him Chris thought a little pay back for … well … not coming to the bar was in order. ‘Yup that was it. Wyatt could have came.’ He could have changed his appearance using Glamour and danced. And made Chris happy but no Mister I have to rule the world and act all mature and … this room had better stop spinning or else he was going to have to teach it a lesson.
Moving his hands to his belt Chris tried to focus on making it to the bed. Dropping his jeans he realized that somehow he lost his boxers at P3. Swaying a little he tried to recall any time that his pants had been off at all or even undone and then he remembered. The dare, oh Wyatt was going to kill him. Oh the dare, he had streaked for six blocks down town in only his runners and socks. He was glad he was fast. Cuz the cops would have caught him and put him in jail. After he sobered up he’d have to call Wyatt and then well let’s just say he wouldn’t be seeing a bar for a while.
Stepping out of the pants he moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Taking off his black socks he started to untangle the blond. Wyatt had a bad habit of this when he slept alone. Twisting up the sheet so in the morning he’d have to orb out of them to escape the bed. Once the sheets were untangled and the blankets found, pushed under the bottom of the bed god knows how, Chris spread them over Wyatt and then crawled under too. Snuggling into Wyatt, he laid his head on the other’s chest. Wyatt shifted in his sleep to pull Chris closer tucking him into his body with one of his arms.
Chris’ smile returned. Nuzzling his face into Wyatt’s chest for a moment to make sure he was comfy and sleeping he slowly moved his tongue out and circled the nipple closest to him. Wyatt shifted, breathing out a calm breath. Chris locked his lips over the rose bud and started to lick and suck it till he heard Wyatt’s breathing turn to pants. How something so simple could get Wyatt going was beyond Chris but hey he loved the results.
Looking up at Wyatt’s face he saw that his eyes were still closed. That was going to change. In a matter of a moment Chris bit down on Wyatt’s nipple and quickly laid his head off to the side to look as if he was just sleeping.
Bolting upright, Wyatt was going to kill whatever caused that pain! Looking around the room he couldn’t see or sense any intruders. He felt Chris try to snuggle backo hio him to sleep. Calming down he smiled down at the sleeping angel with him. Running his fingers through the silky dark hair he tried to figure out what woke him up. He loved how his brother’s hair felt. He loved him. He was the only one he could trust. Leaning down to place a kiss on the back of the head rying to burying itself into the pillows, now that Wyatt was no longer there to be his cushion, he stopped just short.
Smelling his hair there was beer, cigarette smoke and probably something else, something very sweet. Narrowing his eyes Wyatt recalled Chris going out and asking him to come too. With growing suspicions he summon memories, good ones, to his mind. Chris was never tired after the bar, he was hyper and demanding and Horny.
With an annoyed look on his face he flipped Chris over and saw that not only was he awake, but his face was red from trying to hold in giggles. Shifting up so his back rested against the headboard he pulled Chris not too gently up to face him. His little brothad had woken him up at 3:53 in the morning cuz he was on a sugar high of sorts. “Chris, I have to go back to sleep. I have a meeting in the morning.” Wyatt instantly regretted his harsh words.
Looking down Chris felt his giggles die. “I just wanted to have some fun, sorry.” Sifting so he was straddling Wyatt’s legs and hips, he tucked his head into the nook that was between his brother’s neck and shoulders. “You work so hard.” He snuggled closer. “And you never take anytime to have fun.” Pressing his body to Wyatt’s he pulled his face back so his brother could see him pout. “And now you’re saying mean things to me.”
Sighing in defeat and exhaustion he knew that Chris was right in some ways. He had been busy, really, really busy lately and need time off. “Chris…”
“NO!” Wyatt starred wide eye at his little brother’s outburst. And then broke into laughs himself. Chris sounded exactly like he was 5. Smiling Chris moved down Wyatt’s legs a little to let him remove the blonde’s pants. Orbing them across the room was probably a little drastic but he really wanted to see Wyatt naked. “See your awake now. So you should stay awake. And play with me.”
“Play with you?” Raising an eyebrow Wyatt knew what that probably meant.
-TBC