Trust Me
Chris, fourteen, was stood awkwardly in the doorway of Wyatt's room. Wyatt was sixteen but he looked older, could easily pass for eighteen. He had muscled from playing football whereas Chris was a swimmer and his sleek body shape proved it. Both boys had been at a school game, Chris watching his best friend rule the field as they beat the home team, them being the visitors. Wyatt had laughed at his victory, claiming it was always more fun to beat a team on their home turf, showed them up even more. Consequently both boys mad mud on them, Chris from when Wyatt had stormed up to him afterwards and hugged him. Wyatt quickly stripped showing of tanned muscles as Chris tore his eyes away only to have a shirt thrown at him.
"Take that stuff off Chris, its dirty." Wyatt pointed out. Chris hesitated, not really wanting too. He felt weird and lately he'd been noticing too many things about how his friend looked, half naked.
"Yeah, 'coz you made me!" Chris argued, not removing his clothes.
"C'mon, or I'll do it for you!" Wyatt 'joked', telekinetically shutting the door and walking up to Chris who just rolled his eyes. "I'm fine as I am, Wy." He assured his friend.
"But I bet you'd be better without them." Wyatt said, sexily. Wait… sexily! Oh crap shit bugger it… oops. Not the last one. No, keep mind away from last word.
"What!" Chris said, thinking only an extreme reaction could get Wyatt to quit kidding around.
As it turned out, Wy wasn't joking. He ran his hands up and down Chris's paralysed form before pulling the tee over Chris's head and pausing right before going in for the kill. Their lips met hungrily, Wyatt dominating the whole thing and Chris almost passive but enjoying the experience. Until he head Piper downstairs and struggled to break free. Wyatt wasn't one to let go of something if he wanted it. "Stop fighting me, Chris. I've warded the room against listeners and locked the door, I wrote a note while you were in the bathroom. She thinks I'm going to a party and Judith… or is it Kendra… thinks you are staying the night at Mike who will lie."
Chris was panicked and panting and lying half aroused underneath another guy. "It's Stephanie. My foster carer at the moment is Stephanie. The one before was Kennedy but I've never had a Judith… you might be thinking of Julian but he looked after me when I was eight-"
Wyatt shut the younger boy up by meshing their lips together. "Wy, I'm not sure about this. Stop it." Chris tried, wanting to deny these feelings.
Wyatt didn't look pleased. One hand captured both Chris's wrists in his while the other trailed a path down Chris's agile body to unzip his trousers and slip and hand inside. Chris gasped loudly, shocked and confused and hurt that Wyatt had ignored him but turned on, and worried and scared. Wyatt wasn't his friend right now. He was controlling and aggressive and sexual and Chris sensed Wyatt was angry. At him or at this or at something else Chris didn't know and didn't want to. He was scared enough to want Wyatt to stop. But another mixture of fear and lust meant he couldn't say it again to Wyatt. He begged with his eyes but soon Wyatt turned him over so then he could do noting but freak out silently as the boy he once loved like a friend made him come like a man.
