Title: Another Story About Wyatt And Chris
Author: 66witch
Rating: R, because of some graphic scenes (so, only for mature readers).
Characters: Chris, Wyatt and some others.
Disclaimers: I don't own any Charmed characters or the show.
Summary: Just another Chris&Wyatt-lovestory, set during the finale.
Warnings: This story deals with slash and incest. If you have a problem with that, then don't read!
Note 1: Actually I haven't seen the finale yet, all I write here is from what friends told me. So please don't flame me, if there is something wrong.
Note 2: This is my first story ever and english isn't my mother-tongue, so even if I give my best, there will surly be some mistakes. So please don't flame me for that either.
Note 3: I'm truly sorry that this took so long. I was very busy with work, the last days. I'm sorry. Next time I'll be faster again... I hope.
Note 4: Thanks to angelkat2502, bstant, Briankrause, RuByMoOn17 and Touch of the Wind for the nice reviews! (Everyone who left a signed review, also got an reply.)
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4. Chapter
Chris had orbed on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. Still breathing way to fast, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down.
He hated to be reminded of this other life... He hated those memories in his mind. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate what the other Chris... what he had done in that time. In fact he did owe him a lot. But that wasn't his life. He had a good life... and a good Wyatt. His Wyatt wasn't an evil monster. "God, Wyatt couldn't even hurt a fly," Chris mumbled.
He sighed and sat down, leaning against the metal of the bridge. He had to push those thoughts away. His Wyatt would never torture him with an evil smile on his face. He would never hurt him, never. Chris new that Wyatt couldn't do that. He just had to remind himself of his real brother, the one he loved so much.
Wyatt could never hurt him. He always protected him as long as he could remember. And he had never pushed him... even not when the finally had got together.
Except from that first kiss they shared, Wyatt never pushed him. He never pushed Chris to touch his cock, even if he knew that Wyatt was longing for that feeling right from the start. And later, he never pushed or forced Chris to take him in his mouth, even if Wyatt did it for him. Chris didn't like that feeling, even if he did it from time to time, because he knew his brother loved that feeling as much as Chris did love to feel Wyatt this way. It just felt a kind of strange to have Wyatt's cock in his mouth, and that bothered him. Still he did it sometimes, but everytime Wyatt kept telling him that he doesn't have to. He just didn't want Chris to do something he didn't like. And with having sex it was the same...
§§§§§flashback§§§§§
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 voice 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 lovelife, wasn't it. And he couldn't tell their parents that it was Chris, who he really loved. So both lovers had decided to play that game... Still Chris couldn't like Cary.
"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 said 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 want 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."
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. 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: "Don't tell him, ok?"
Phoebe smiled, and then nodded. She was already on her way to the livingroom, 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.
§§§§§end-flashback§§§§§
Chris smiled, thinking about that. From that very moment he wanted Wyatt. He needed him... But he knew Wyatt would never say anything about it. That talk had happened about a week before his brother's birthday and Chris had just found the right gift for him.
The following days he was preparing his plan. On Wyatt's birthday they had that usual family happening. Later that evening Chris had invited his brother to a movie. The theater was nearly empty, and they had been the only ones in the last five rows. So they actually hadn't paid much attention to the movie itself.
After that, Chris orbed away, with telling his brother to follow him as soon as he would call.
§§§§§flashback§§§§§
When Wyatt orbed to Chris call, he found himself in their grandfathers apartment. Victor had been off to New York for the weekend. He had left right after the birthday-party.
"Chris?" Wyatt asked, because his brother wasn't seen.
"Bedroom!" came the answer.
Wyatt frowned and then went down the short hallway. When he opened the door he gasped, surprised. The whole room was lit by hundreds of candles. There were rose-flowers all over the bed and floor. Soft music came from somewhere. And there was Chris, sitting on the bed, smiling. He put his hand on the space next to him, gesturing for Wyatt to sit down.
Wyatt did, and looked at his brother wonderingly: "Chris what..."
He couldn't say more. Because Chris had grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him close so that their lips were crushed together. "I love you..." Chris muttered against Wyatt's lips, when they paused for taking breath. Then they kissed again, even more passionately.
Wyatt was overwhelmed by that kiss, which sent a wave of heating through his whole body. God, he wanted Chris so much. "Love you... too..." he replied "but..." He just couldn't do it... could he?
They stopped kissing with Wyatt's last word. Chris pulled away right enough to look his lover deeply into his eyes. He could see the longing shining in those blue oceans. And he knew Wyatt would see the same need in his own eyes.
"Chris, we..."
"Shhhh..." Chris said and then he moved closer to him, so that he could whisper to his ear. "I love you Wyatt... and I want to feel you..." And he kissed his brothers ear before adding: "Wanna feel you inside of me..."
Wyatt pulled him away to look in his eyes. For a moment he didn't know what to say. Then he asked: "You're sure?"
Chris nodded: "I cast a spell after you orbed in... no one will disturb us."
"But you really don't have to... I mean, you're only 15..." Wyatt said. He wanted to make sure, Chris wasn't just doing this because of him. For nothing in this world he would want to force Chris to do something he didn't want to.
The younger one just smiled: "Happy birthday, Wyatt." Then he moved forward, and their lips met again. Their kiss grew more and more wild and soon Wyatt thrusts his tongue into his lovers mouth.
Chris moaned as he let his hands move down Wyatt's back. Slowly he moved under his shirt, feeling the pure soft skin. Wyatt sighed, when he felt Chris's hands moving over his back, making him shiver in excitement.
He then grabbed Chris shirt at the rim and pulled it out over his lovers head. "God, did I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Wyatt said then, while eating Chris with his eyes.
The younger one blushed but then pulled off Wyatt's shirt, too. Wyatt pushed Chris down on his back and then lied on top of him, kissing him with all his heart.
Slowly Wyatt's lips went down to Chris's chest, while his hands went even deeper. He pulled off the jeans of the younger one and Chris gasped in pleasure as Wyatt's fingertips caressed his tights. Soon his boxers were gone too and Chris moaned Wyatt's name when he felt his hand around his already hard cock.
But this feeling was already familiar to him, today he wanted more. So he pushed him around so that Wyatt was lying on his back now. Then Chris awkwardly opened his jeans and pulled them off, soon followed by Wyatt's underwear. Chris just looked at Wyatt for a moment, as he lay their in front of him, like God had made him. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
Then Chris lay down again, kissing Wyatt deeply while moving his hand up and down his brothers cock. He smiled against Wyatt's lips, when he felt the thing in his hand grew harder quickly.
"Chris... you're sure about this?... really I mean?" Wyatt asked him, as the younger one stopped his doing and lay down next to him. He used their telepathic connection, because his breathing already grew so fast that he wasn't able to form a complete sentence anymore.
Chris just looked at him and nodded. Then he orbed a bottle of lube to himself and gave it to Wyatt, who took it with a shivering hand. He had really thought of everything.
Chris turned around, so that he lay with his back to Wyatt, impatiently waiting for what would happen next. But nothing happened. So he turned around a little to face the man he loved so much.
Wyatt was staring at his lubed hand. "I can't do this... it'll hurt you."
"I'm sure even it'll hurt first... it'll be worth it... I WANT this Wyatt," Chris replied.
But still his brother didn't move. Even if he wanted this so much he just couldn't. Chris was so young, and he was really afraid of hurting him.
Chris sighed, laying back down. He closed his eyes. He wanted this, and he wasn't willing to give up. So he reached out mentally to his lover.
Wyatt was kind of shocked as his hand went down to Chris butt, without him doing anything. He couldn't believe that Chris was doing this. The next moment he felt his finger moving into Chris's tight hole, which cursed the smaller man to wince a little.
"I'm... so... sorry..." Wyatt mumbled breathless.
"No... please... it's ok," Chris whispered.
"Still sure about this?"
Chris nodded eagerly: "Come one, let me feel you..."
Wyatt closed his eyes as he slowly started to move his finger around. Chris moaned deeply, while he began to enjoy that feeling. Wyatt than added another finger, and finally a third one, making Chris go numb with pleasure, when he hit his prostate.
"Please... Wyatt..." Chris gasped.
The older one nodded. Then he pulled his fingers out and moved closer to his lover. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Then, while kissing Chris wild, he slowly trusts is cock into his lover's tight hole.
Chris screamed out Wyatt's name against his lips, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Wyatt barely reached Chris most sensitive spot as his brother came with another scream. The same second his hole grew so incredible tight that Wyatt followed in a blink of an eye. Both nearly passed out because of that huge pleasure they felt. Wyatt held Chris tightly in his arms while they were both shaking and breathing heavily.
Then they clamed down, and Wyatt pulled out of Chris, keeping the body-contact, not once moving away from him more than necessary.
"I'm sorry," Chris muttered after a while in which they just lay there, as close to each other as possible, hugging each other in silence. Now he had turned around to face him.
"For what?" Wyatt asked surprised.
"For coming so fast..."
Wyatt just smiled at him lovingly. He pulled a streak out of his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then he wispered: "You know... my friends keep saying that the first sex is always the worst one..."
Chris looked down but Wyatt pulled his face up again: "But I would say they are wrong... This was maybe fast, but, believe me... it was amazing!"
Chris beamed at Wyatt and snuggled closer against his chest. They just lay like that for a couple of minutes, before both men drifted of to sleep.
§§§§§end-flashback§§§§§
Chris sighed, thinking about that. Wyatt's friends had still been right. Because counting all the times they had have sex together, this first time was really the worst one. Still neither of them would forget it.
He smiled thinking about that time. He remembered - like it had been yesterday - how much they wanted to share that feeling again, after that night. As soon as they were alone for a second, they would jump onto each other.
He remembered how they kissed each other after school, as soon as they had closed the door to their room. All they thought about was feeling the other as close as possible. They kissed each other hard and passionately, their hands moving all over their bodies. And then someone would came up the stairs, and as soon the brothers sensed that presence, they would part and jump on to their beds, pretending that nothing had happened, when their mom, or their sister or whoever went in.
But this was also the time in which they got careless. They needed each other, and that painful feeling was stronger then the worry about that their parents could find out. And that's why they finally had been caught by their aunt...
"Chris!" the young man heard a familiar voice in his mind, which pulled him out of his memories. "Come one, Chris, pick me up!"
Chris stood up with a slight fear... Did Wyatt's plan work? He sighed. Then he orbed to pick up his brother.
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When Chris materialised in Victor's livingroom, he was startled, when he noticed the picture in front of him. Wyatt and their grandfather were hugging each other. Confused he watched them for a moment. Then they noticed him, separated and turned around.
"Chris!" Wyatt exclaimed happily. He went to his brother and pulled him into a tight embrace. Then he looked him deep in his eyes, before his lips softly brushed against his.
Chris returned the kiss with all his heart and the need that had grown inside him, while he was waiting on the bridge.
Victor meanwhile did his best to resist the feeling of throwing up. Those where his grandkids in front him... he loved them both, and when Wyatt said he was fine with THIS, then he should start to get used to that sight. Still that was anything else than an easy task.
When the two man separated from their kiss, Chris turned to his grandfather, a look of worry in his eyes. But Victor just looked back and smiled a little.
"Your brother had some good arguments..." he said. "And I can clearly see that you... well..."
"It's ok, grandpa..." Wyatt said, understanding, that Victor had still problems to voice what his heart already began to accept.
"Chris," the old man started again, "if you tell me that it's true, that I'm fine with this in your future... Then I will, I promise... and I won't tell them... But please..." He struggled to say what he wanted to say. "It's not that I doubt your brother's words... but after all... you know... I also need you to tell me that it's true..."
Chris looked at his grandfather speechless. Was he really saying what he had just heard, or was he dreaming?
"Common Chris, say it..." Wyatt told him secretly.
Chris just looked back at his grandfather like he was a dinosaur in the Golden Gate Park.
"Chris?"
"I... I can't lie to him, Wyatt..." Chris replied finally.
Wyatt sighed: "Ok..." Then he closed his eyes for a moment, unnoticed by the other two.
"Yeah," Chris suddenly said. "You're fine with us."
Victor smiled and pulled the young man into a close hug, not noticing the angry look Chris sent at his smiling brother. "Thanks very much Wyatt... You know I hate it when you do that... You know I didn't want to lie."
"But now he's on our side. What more do you want?"
"I hate you..."
Wyatt smiled, knowing that Chris wasn't serious: "I love you too."
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Note 5: I hope you like this. Please review if you have some seconds left. And... I have a question which I need to be answered to go on: Did Coop and Victor met before the finale episode? Thanks for telling me, and thanks for all the reviews!