Title: Busted

Author: 66witch

Rating: M, later R (so, only for mature readers).

Characters: Chris, Wyatt and some others.

Disclaimers: I don't own any Charmed characters or the show.

Summary: This is about how the boys got caught plus some events before. WyattChrisLovestory.

Warnings: This story deals with slash and incest. If you have a problem with that, then don't read!

Note 1: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this. I actually started writing it over a year ago, but I didn't want to post something only half finished, because I myself hate it when a story is on hiatus for long. So I wanted to have at least the general structure ready - which is now, so here it is! This story plays in the same universe I created with all my other stories. But you don't have to read them to understand this.

Note 2: English isn't my mother-tongue, and even if I give my best, there will surly be some mistakes. So please don't flame me for that. Instead you can tell me so that I won't do the same mistakes again.

Note 3: Peya Luna requested a story about how the boys had been caught so here it is. (Yes I know you requested a little more - just let me do one step after another, ok? wink) And blackyaoirose and Steph requested a story about the boy's "first time"...

Well actually I had already planed to write a story like this - about how the boys got caught, I mean. And I planed to start it with a flashback about their "first time". But to make everyone happy, I started a little earlier.

But that's also the reason, why some of this may sound familiar to those who read my other stories, because this was already mentioned in a flashback in my first story. I hope you don't mind.

Note 4: Thanks to Peya Luna who kept pushing me. Without her I wouldn't have been able to finish this. Thanks!

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1. Chapter

Getting Ideas

Chris just orbed home from school. It had been a long and hard day with a lot of exams. Now all he wanted to do is grasping a piece of pizza and a coke and then orb up to their room, to sit down and play some computer games. But when he was on his way to the kitchen he suddenly stopped.

He could hear voices... the voices of his brother and aunt. Slowly he moved closer to the door, to spy on them. Wyatt sat on the table, finishing his lunch, while Phoebe had her head in the fridge.

"You know... Cary had mailed me at work..." Phoebe said while seeking something.

"What? Why... What did she want?" Wyatt asked confused.

Chris grimaced. Cary was Wyatt's girlfriend... Or better, she was the one his brother dated from time to time. At least Wyatt was nearly 18, so it was time for him to have a love life, wasn't it. And he couldn't tell their parents that it was Chris, who he really loved. So both boys had decided to play that game... Still Chris didn't like Cary, even if it had been his idea in the first place...

"Oh Wyatt... I'm a columnist... what do you think she wanted?" And when Wyatt just looked at her confused, she went on: "She mailed because she's worried about you... She said you don't like... well... to make love to her..."

"WHAT?" Wyatt exclaimed, jumping up. "How the hell could she write you that...? She..."

"Stop it, ok? She didn't say it was you... and I guess she doesn't know that I know who she is. At least you never introduced us properly."

Wyatt sighed and sat down again, but said nothing.

"Look," Phoebe went on, "she's just worried. She said you're avoiding to be alone with her and she doesn't understand why..." And when there was still no answer, she added: "You're nearly 18. Why don't you just have some fun...?"

"God... What's wrong about not wanting to have sex with someone?" Wyatt snapped back annoyed. Phoebe was really the last person he wanted to talk to about this.

"Nothing," Phoebe said, "I just wanted to make sure that there is nothing wrong... So when there is something you wanna talk about..."

"There is nothing wrong..." Wyatt replied with a sigh. "It's not that I don't want to... I just wanna wait for the right person, that's all..."

"Awww... that's so cute," Phoebe exclaimed smiling.

Wyatt grinned, his aunt would never change.

"So... " Phoebe said then, "from that I guess you don't believe that Cary is the right one. If it's so, you maybe should play with open cards... tell her the truth..."

Wyatt just nodded, looking at the empty plate in front of him. Then he turned to her, smiling: "And now I have to do some homework." Then he orbed up to their room.

Chris exhaled with a smile. Wyatt wanted to wait... he wanted to wait for him... until Chris was ready. He had clearly felt it. Oh, how much he loved him for that. Wyatt was the most caring person he had ever met.

Then his mind traveled on to the subject of the moment. SEX. He never had thought about that, not really. Wyatt and he enjoyed their time together. They loved to play around and bringing each other over the edge. But until now, Chris had never thought about more... But now he did, and he liked that thought.

"Oh Chris!" Phoebe was suddenly standing in front of him. "Did you spy on us?"

Chris blushed: "Accidentally...Don't tell him, ok?"

Phoebe smiled, and then nodded. She was already on her way to the living room, when Chris stopped her with a question.

"So... you said Wyatt is old enough for having sex... But when is someone old enough?"

His aunt turned around to face him, an eyebrow raised. What should she say? "Well... You... there isn't a general rule... You just feel when you're ready. You're ready when you... feel it... When you really want it on your own..." she tried to explain. 'God, Piper is killing me,' she thought.

But Chris just nodded. "Thanks," he said, then orbed away.

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The next days Chris kept thinking about that topic. Yes, he definitely wanted this, he wanted to sleep with Wyatt. And he thought that this would be the perfect gift for his brother's 18th birthday, which was in less than a week.

He knew that their grandfather was going on a trip to New York right after the party, so he had asked him if he and Wyatt could stay in his apartment for the night, because he wanted to invite Wyatt to a movie (to distract him so that he won't guess his real gift). And later, he told his mom, he wanted to go to a concert in a club in LA; and therefore he wanted to stay at their grandpa's because it surly would get late. Of course they wouldn't really do that, but he had to tell her something she would believe. Their mom, of course, wasn't happy about the idea. But this was Wyatt's 18th, this was a special birthday, so she finally agreed.

This afternoon through, Chris was kinda worried. Wyatt hadn't been there after school and Chris had gone home alone. He wasn't exactly worried about THIS. That Wyatt wasn't there was not so unusual, because his coach loved to let him run extra-rounds, or some of his classmates dragged him in the diner or something. All things Wyatt hated, but also all things he willingly did, to keep everyone from suspecting something.

But this time? This time Wyatt had been calm all day, especially during lunch brake he hardly spoke two sentences. And THIS was unusual. Something was off, and Chris had no idea what?

Had he himself done something wrong? Was Wyatt mad at him? And if he was, then why? Had he maybe found out about his plan? Was he worried about it? Or did he maybe not want it?

All those questions were running through the teen's mind while he was taking a shower.

When he had gotten rid of all the rest of the shower gel, he shut down the water and dried himself. He had had sports lesson this day and there was nothing better than an additional shower, when he finally was home and could relax.

He then grabbed a towel and put it around his waist, before he headed over to their room. To his surprise Wyatt was sitting on his bed when he entered.

"Hey," he greeted tiredly.

"Hey," Chris replied. Then he added: "You look like a wreck."

That was true. Wyatt looked worn and tired. His eyes were a little red and he also looked kinda pale. At Chris' words he looked up and sighed.

"Ok, what happened?" the younger of the two asked.

Wyatt sighed again, then he shook his head: "I told Cary that it's over."

"WHAT?" Chris exclaimed. Then he added a lot calmer: "Why?"

"Because I don't love her, Chris," Wyatt explained, "and I can't do this anymore, I can't play her like this... it's not right."

"But..." Chris tried.

But Wyatt wouldn't let him speak: "No buts, Chris. Of course that means we have to be more careful, make sure that no one gets suspicious, but... I can't do this anymore. I can't go out with her while all I'm thinking about is you..." Chris just stared at him while his brother rose and continued his speech, while he slowly stepped closer: "Of course she didn't like it, actually she threw a real fit, but... in the long run it's better this way. Because... Because all I'm thinking about is you, all I want is you. You are all that matters to me."

With the last words Wyatt stopped right in front of Chris who just looked at him, unsure what to do. "I love you Chris," Wyatt whispered, then he gave him a soft kiss.

"I..." Chris shook his head, "Wyatt this was the sweetest declaration of love I've ever heard." He smiled. "And I do love you, too. More than anything else in this world."

Wyatt smiled back at him, took Chris' face in his hands and started to caress his cheeks with his thumbs. Then he kissed him again, with more love and more passion than before.

And Chris returned the kiss with all his heart, his hands moving under Wyatt's shirt to feel the soft skin of him.

Wyatt meanwhile let one hand drop to the rim of the towel which soon was falling to the ground.

"BOYS? MEL? DINNER IS READY!" they suddenly heard their mother's voice from downstairs, soon followed by the footsteps of their sister who was running through the ground floor.

Wyatt sighed. "You better hurry," he said before he orbed down to the dining room.

Chris sighed, too, as his eyes followed Wyatt's orb-lights. Then he smiled. Now he was sure that he really was doing the right thing, that Wyatt would love the gift he had prepared for him.

All doubts were washed away, now that he understood what Wyatt had bothered all day.

"CHRIS! HURRY!"

Chris quickly jumped into a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt and orbed down for the all-day family dinner.

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