Fever-casted

Title: Fever-casted
Author: Matthew Faust
Words: 1,918
Warnings: PWP smut ahead and terrible language. Not officially beta’d.
Notes: Chris and Wyatt in some form of the ‘better’ future. Established relationship.


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Wyatt was clutching Chris to him hard, teleporting them back to his room, feeling Chris' body practically burning through his clothes.
Out of all the most random fucking things....
"Fuck Wyatt," Chris whined. "I can’t. I, it's bad"
Wyatt shoved Chris towards the bed, watching his brother sprawl out over it, face flushed and eyes going glassy.
"The fuck was in that spell?" Wyatt grunted out, manhandling Chris higher onto the bed, shifting him into the pillows.
"Wyatt, seriously, I you have got to fuck me bro," Chris babbled. Sweaty bangs falling into his eyes while his hands lashed out to grab for Wyatt.
Wyatt climbed onto the bed, leaned up over his brother, using his hand to run through Chris' hair, noted the heat that just kept pouring off of him.
"What if it makes it worse?" Wyatt shot at him, alarmed. Like hell the spell was designed for this. Chris' eyes were tearing up, but he looked angry.
"Shit Wyatt, nothings worse than this! You, you gotta do something it's like...like," Chris's chest was heaving and he was strained sounding. The hand that wasn't clutched into Wyatt's shirt was already squirming down into his pants. Wyatt kept back a moan, watched Chris' face instead.
"It's not working or helping and, fuck Wyatt please please, god do something," Chris pleaded, pained, stressed, panicked - Wyatt wasn't sure. "Like fire touching fire it’s making it worse oh GOD."
And Chris was writhing, as if hit by some sort of fit. Almost any available bit of Chris was suddenly on Wyatt, as if trying to press inside.

Wyatt just stared, watching Chris' body lean to him, pressing close, urging him.
"C'mon please, please," Chris begged, voice rough and Wyatt nodded, put a hand on Chris' fast moving wrist and pulled his brother's hand out of his pants.
"Alright, just, fucking calm down"
"Wyatt I cannot calm down until you're fucking me, I'm serious. Right now!"

Wyatt grunted, started in on removing Chris' sweat-slicked shirt while Chris fumbled with Wyatt's. It got tangled and it seemed to take longer than normal, but by the end of it, Chris was naked and Wyatt was sliding off his own pants.
"F-fuuck," Chris cried out, and Wyatt watched as the glow traced around Chris' body like poison. "Wyatt!"
"Yeah yeah, hold up," he muttered, running a hand up Chris' heaving chest, fluttering fingers at the pulse point in his neck.
Chris moaned, fingers twitching against Wyatt's back, legs shifting up around Wyatt's sides.
"Give me room to move," Wyatt chided, pushing a knee down. He leant in close, meeting Chris in a kiss and practically felt Chris attempt to suck his brain out via his mouth.
Wyatt bit at Chris' lips. "Fuck, seriously, you want me in this you're gonna have to play nicer"
Chris whined, arched up.
"I can't help it; it's like some freaking alien's in my body"
Wyatt leaned back, eyeing him.
"That's not a comforting thought man"
"Wyatt," Chris growled in warning.

Wyatt dove in again, kissing Chris, licking his way inside and feeling Chris writhe underneath him.
"God you're so hot," Wyatt murmured, hand scratching down Chris' stomach, towards dark curls.
"Mmm, thanks," Chris snickered, hands scrabbling for Wyatt's face.
"No I mean, you're like...you don't think the spell was meant for burning you inside out for being a witch?"
"Possible. Don't care. May die unless you fuck me," Chris panted out, own hand reaching for Wyatt's dick.
Wyatt rolled his eyes, breathed out harshly between his teeth when Chris started stroking him.

"You want this, you gotta let me DO this," Wyatt warned, using his powers to keep Chris' hands up above his head.
Chris strained against it but he seemed calmer, at least Wyatt figured. Wyatt shook off the strange feeling, started feeling around the bedside table for the lube.
"Wyatt man, just go dry," Chris said, sounding serious, but Wyatt wasn't sure. Chris' eyes didn't lie, his body certainly wasn't but Wyatt paused just the same.
He felt Chris get further in pushing against his restraints, he focused a bit more, pinned them harder against the bed.

Wyatt shifted Chris' legs up, saw him pull frantically against his bound arms, body twisting. Wyatt positioned himself, slowly sliding in, using the fingers of his free hand to help open Chris a bit more.
"You okay, with the binds?" Wyatt asked, watching his dick slide slowly into Chris. He didn't hear Chris' reply, and he had to peer down at him for an answer.

Chris was gaping, fingers twitching; eyes just boring into Wyatt with such an intense heat, that lust went straight to Wyatt's dick from it.
Noticing he was being waited on, Chris gulped in air and shook his head.
"I just...I have...I can't, it's like...nnnng I need to touch you," Chris answered.
"The spell?" Wyatt asked, sliding in a bit more. Chris groaned long and loud.
"It's...making me need to touch you, I feel like can't breathe."
"It's helping," Chris added, quickly.
Wyatt got all the way in, massaged Chris' balls to help ease the pain back. Assuming Chris felt it. He didn't seem to.
"The binds," Chris continued, clarifying. "It's easier to focus, on you."
Wyatt watched his brother, shifted his weight and watched Chris' eyes flutter at the movement.
"The binds are helping you to focus?"
"Mmnn, through the...fuuuck Wy... through the spell. It's eating me alive but you're holding me down and it...Wy, Wyatt move god move move now"
Wyatt jerked at the pure pain in Chris' voice, startled him into starting up a pace.

"This is fucking nuts," Wyatt said, watching Chris shake beneath him.
"Hope you weren't fucking about with the witch burning," Chris said, voice breathy.
Wyatt relaxed into the rhythm, felt good with Chris warm (hot) and tight (so goddamn tight) around him.
"You feel like your burning?"
Chris groaned again, pleasure leaking in through the pain.
"Yeah inside fucking out. It's unbearable....like fucking in summer, I want this so goddamn bad Wy."
Wyatt nodded, stroked Chris in time with his slow thrusts. No point hurting him even though he can't feel it.
"Yeah, I got you," Wyatt soothed. "Just gonna fuck you, it'll go away."
Chris didn't seem as frantic now as he had before, the thrusts inching him up and down the bed a little, hair bunching and clumping with sweat. He felt sickly to Wyatt, a temperature that wasn't right and a flush that was less about how turned on Chris was.
Wyatt sped up a little, felt less resistance in Chris' body and figured the new pace was safe.
"Dude, tighter," Chris grunted out.
"What?" Wyatt asked, distracted, feeling Chris and just loving it.
"Binds, gotta be tighter, if you can, just, trap me everywhere...fuck man it's getting bad"

Wyatt watched Chris with concern, noticed the increase in power from Chris.
He tried to spread his power about, pressing Chris hard into the bed, keeping him still, stopping the oncoming thrashing that was building in Chris' muscles.
Chris' neck was taut, and Wyatt saw his throat working hard, gulping in air, moans coming long and loud from his red mouth.
"Fuck," Wyatt breathed and just let go, fucking into Chris hard.
Chris was sucking in air and moaning on the exhale, every inch of his body vibrating and hot.
"Ah, Wy, Wy man, god please fuck," Chris choked out, eyes searching out Wyatt's...
and man, he was there. That spell, whatever the fuck. Chris was beautiful, utterly and totally.
He looked like he was dying and enjoying every fucking minute of it.

His moans came out stronger and louder, and Wyatt gritted his teeth, tried to remember to keep stroking Chris as he fucked his brother inside out.
Another glow built up around Chris’ body, racing around his veins and Chris cried out, throwing out power and Wyatt struggled to knock it back.
He tried to steady his brother, curled as best he could, eased back on holding Chris down and watched him lean close.
"Fuck that's uncomfortable," Wyatt panted into Chris' open mouth. "Feel free to come anytime soon man, I'm about to lose it"
Chris could barely speak, tongue wetting his lips. But Wyatt suddenly felt the spell scorch up into his arms and around his belly.

Fuck, Wyatt thought and then there was fire inside him, over him, eating him away and it was the best fucking thing ever and if he could only get—

He thrusted harshly up into Chris and felt the spell tear deep into his guts, pulling out his orgasm.
Chris looked so fevered, looking long past blissed out and it drove Wyatt completely over.
He moaned out Chris' name, felt the spell dart back into Chris.

"Fuck," Chris was whimpering. Over and over again and Wyatt could barely lift his own head let alone try round two at fucking Chris.
Chris' dick looked raw and red, wet with pre-cum and Wyatt peered back up at Chris, not knowing what do to.
"Shiiiit," Chris said out on a sigh. Wyatt shifted them; moving protesting muscles around till he had himself breathing over Chris' dick.
"I'm going to die," Chris was chanting. "I'm going to die and it's going to hurt oh fuck"
Wyatt sucked Chris’ dick into his mouth, using his hands and powers on Chris' hips, holding him down as Chris attempted to thrust down Wyatt's throat.

Wyatt groaned, kept his teeth back and tried to relax his throat as much as possible. He was nowhere near as good as Chris was at this but, fuck he was running out of options.
He bobbed his head, certain to keep his power holding Chris down, snaking the binding over Chris' body, the same areas he'd seen the spell run over.
Chris was keening now, and Wyatt clutched sharply at Chris' hips, nails digging in, free hand reaching around to finger Chris. God he was going to try everything if it meant getting Chris to come.
Chris had tears of pleasure-pain running down his temples, urging Wyatt with what remained of his voice. He hurt so bad he really truly believed he wasn't getting out of this.
Wyatt sucked hard, trying to swallow, finger fucking Chris as best he could at this angle.
Chris gasped, pained, full of arousal, whispering Wyatt's name and fuck, he was coming.
"Wy, Wy, god fuck," Chris moaned.
Wyatt shifted off, felt the come hit most his mouth, smear up his cheek. He stroked Chris down from the rest, wanting to rest as soon as he knew Chris was well and truly done.
"Fuck," Chris said, voice cracking.

Wyatt moved himself up the bed, crashing hard next to Chris.
He rubbed his face into the closest pillow, hoping to wipe the come off.
"You alive?"
Chris blinked at him, mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.
"I'm going to resurrect that fucking warlock and I'm going to kill it again," Wyatt informed his brother. He wanted to sound angrier and a little more threatening, it just wasn't happening.
Chris threw a hand out towards him, it landed on his stomach like lead and Wyatt took it as agreement.
"You owe me a new dick," Wyatt told him. But Chris was already out, breath hitching every now and then as the last of the spell finally worked itself from him.
Wyatt sighed, thanked whatever was watching out for them (although they could’ve tried harder) and fell into an exhausted sleep himself.