So I'm in college now but I'll still try and update every once in awhile, especially after this one review I received that really lighted the fire in my belly.


Piper Halliwell could say that she was a rather patient woman, in fact most people would say she was patient.

Well most people would say that about her sister Phoebe but she liked to believe they were talking about her. So when her two boys came bursting through the front door, the surprise causing her to drop her stew, she tried to be a patient as they started yelling up a storm.

Until one of them called the other and SOB, then it'd be dumb of her not to check in.

"Hey, pipe it down!" She yelled at the two of them, her boys going immediately quiet and staring at her with wide eyed surprise, she appeared furious but inwardly she was curious why they were fighting this time, "First off, who called me a bitch?"

Wyatt immediately sold out his brother who stared at him incredulously.

"You're grounded for three months, now what's the issue?"

Chris immediately took the lead, "Wyatt doesn't want to learn how to brew a potion,"

Piper looked at Wyatt in confusion, "I taught you myself how to brew a potion, Wyatt."

Wyatt sighed, "It's just hard to remember what you can and can't do with certain ingredients. I know how to brew a goddamn potion just apparently not to my stickler of a brother's standards."

Chris looked ready to have a meltdown, "It's basic knowledge, you shouldn't mix wolfsbane with raven's blood, you should always crush goose beak and mix it gecko eyes so the potion doesn't blow shrapnel in your face."

Piper looked at Chris with pride, she had also taught Chris how to make potions but it seemed her middle child had retained a lot more than her oldest.

She'd have to give Melinda one of her famous quizzes soon.

Wyatt grimaced, "Oh Chris why do you have to be such a nerd," He groaned

Chris was seething with anger so badly his face was red, "Fuck you!"

And then the fighting began again, Piper rolled her eyes at her son's antics knowing that this fighting was just something they did. She can't possibly remember the number of fights she got into with Paige on this very same subject.

That's when Piper had an idea.

"Shut it!" She yelled again to garner attention, and once she got it she sighed and massaged her temples, "Look, Chris, not everyone can be as smart as you are, honey. As long as Wyatt knows the basics it's fine if you're main potion maker, at least if you're making it you know it's right."

Chris seemed to have lost all his anger after being called smart and smiled at his mom.

"Wyatt, you can't always be the tough witch, sometimes you need to be the smart witch as well. But for now learn at your own pace and if you need help just ask."

Wyatt nodded, his own smile forming

"Now get in this kitchen and help me clean this stew off the floor."

Piper inwardly sent a thank you to Phoebe for being the true patient one in the family.

Chris unlocked the door to his dorm and could feel the wonderful exhaustion of last night wash over him. He was planning on body slamming his bed but was attacked and slammed to the ground by a blond 130 pound blur. He would have fought back but he was way too tired and he was pretty sure he knew who it was, "Oh my god, Jess what are you doing, I hate you so much, get off of me!" He shouted all in breath which was kind of hard with Jess's body constricting his lungs.

"Who was he?" Jess demanded placing her knees on Chris's arms so he couldn't resist, "Who was the stud who made you miss Sam's party?" She was angry, he knew would be but he liked her angry, it was downright adorable.

So he wouldn't tell her if it killed him.

And it could

Chris frowned at his blonde friend wishing she was the stereotypical bimbo who knew nothing but hated himself for it as he loved her brain sometimes, such as the time she brought Sam and him together after a fight by sending them texts from the other. They never even knew until weeks later when Sam had to use his phone and saw the messages, "There was no stud, I just had to work overtime,"

Jess glared at him this time, "Liar! I called last night and your boss said he saw you leave with a guy, now who was he?"

Chris looked her dead in the eye, "I'll never tell," He smiled

That was obviously a wrong move as Jess kept him confined to the floor until he gave up some kind of information. However, that was never going to happen so they spent the next few hours on the floor, having the other students of the dorm building pass them by with confused or worried looks. Eventually Sam came by and pulled Jess off of Chris who was afraid that the circulation to his hands had been cut off.

Sam looked at the both of them exasperatedly, "What's this about?" He asked already having an idea.

She pointed an accusing finger to Chris, "Aren't you just the least bit angry that he missed your birthday?"

Chris held up a hand, "In my defense, you guys almost missed my party from doing the dirty tango -,"

"Okay, keyword is ALMOST,"

"And I just thought since Sam doesn't like his birthday anyway-,"

Sam held up a hand and talking ceased, "Jess I'm not mad that Chris missed the party, you know I didn't really want one in the first place, Chris you are forgiven as long as you have my present."

Chris nodded, he went to his desk and opened a drawer that had a wrapped present inside, he passed it to Sam and waited until the tall boy carefully unsealed the present, "Just rip it open, makes me wonder what kind of Christmases you had."

Sam was surprised to see that it was a picture frame, it was the picture they took at orientation, the first day they met. They all had Stanford shirts on and Chris was in the middle bringing him and Jess together. Sam had always thought that if Chris hadn't brought them together then Sam would have no friends and no Jess and he just couldn't imagine life what his life would've been like if he hadn't met these two.

Chris had always said it was because he was crazily attracted to Sam from the moment he saw him until he found out what a geek he was.

"That was the day that loner hot Sam became friendly hot Sam," Chris wasn't surprised when he got a hug from Sam, the brunet cherished homemade gifts rather than bought gifts, all Chris had to do was get the picture developed, he went to the engineering building to get a metal frame made for free since one of the girls there owed him a favor.

"Thanks, Chris, you have no idea how glad I am you didn't get me a sex toy," Sam put the frame right next to his bed on his dresser, "Anyone feel like lunch? I'm buying," Same smiled at the them before leaving the dorm

Jess folded her arms and gave Chris a deadpanned stare

"I also got him another present," He pulled the piece of fabric out of his pocket, he tossed it to Jess who caught it and held it out.

She raised an eyebrow, "A loincloth?"

Chris tossed her a coy look, "I remember someone had a crush on Tarzan when she was a little girl," She continued to look confused and Chris knew she finally got it when her eyes widened , "He never said anything about lingerie," He gave Jess a wink

"You are so forgiven," She gave him a hug

They were at the best burger restaurant in probably all of this universe's Califonia, Chris ordered the burger while Sam and Jess furthered their interests by getting salads, "Will you guys be coming to the Kappa Trigg bonfire tonight?" He asked

"What is it with the sudden bonfire anyway? I never took the Triggs to celebrate the first day of spring even though it already past."

Chris waved around a fry before biting into it, "Even though the Triggs are nothing but beef heads, they can still enjoy the beauty of spring." In truth, Chris had a little fun with the chapter leader and in return for silence (especially so his girlfriend won't hear) Chris wanted a bonfire. He decided that was how he wanted to celebrate Beltane, one of the eight solar Sabbaths. His aunt Paige had got him into the wiccan rituals as a kid, Phoebe was sort of into it as well but not as much as Paige. She wanted to make sure all the Halliwell kids knew what it meant to be wiccan.

Chris almost forgot but he remembered too late as Beltane happened on the first of May, he felt he should still celebrate though, he wondered if his family had done their annual bonfire without him. But really the celebration was suppose to have some...debauchery going on so if the spirits were willing then many of the rooms in Kappa Trigg will be filled with multiple people.

"I can't go, I've got finals coming up soon, you guys should go on without me," Sam suggested, he did have finals but he didn't have to cram so suddenly, he could practically feel the Hoodoo in the air, a bonfire so early in the spring, what were the Kappa Triggs thinking?

He wanted to be far away from that bonfire because he would probably desire threeways on the grass or something.

That's when he second thought himself and realized he probably shouldn't be sending his girlfriend as well, "Hey Jess maybe you can study with me tonight," He raised his eyebrows to convey the message

She looked at him clearly getting his message but wanting him to up the ante, "What and mess out on a smoking frat party with smoking guys?" Sam had been invited to join Kappa Trigg repeatedly but of course he turned them down, he hated fraternities with a passion, "I don't know,"

Sam mumbled something under his breath

Jess held a hand under her ear, "I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you sweetheart."

"I said I'd-," He cut himself off from saying the rest, he looked across the table to Chris who was sipping out of his drink as if he were oblivious to what Sam was about to say.

"You're going to have to speak up if you want me to hear you,"

"I said...I'd wear the loincloth,"

Chris choked on his lemonade which triggered a massive coughing fit, Jess smiled at having got her way, "Maybe next time Chris,"

"Check please,"


The party was going as planned but when having the celebration of the Beltane people must be painted and adorned in flowers, the paint came naturally as teens loved to get naked and paint each other at any given party. The flowers were a little tough but the flower children of Stanford filled that role perfectly.

Chris was just glad to be able to feel magic in the air once again, though this magic felt different, vastly different, rougher, more jagged, though it was better than nothing, being starved of that feeling created a void inside but now he was full. The music was loud, the fire was roaring high in the sky, and the drinks were thankfully non alcoholic as that would have gotten them shut down by the campus police.

The music was surprising as well, way more advanced than the year this universe was in, if he wasn't sure he would have thought this was a club back at his old universe. He was currently in the throng of students placed within Kappa Trigg's large backyard merely watching college kids party the only way they know how.

For his design he decided to go with most of his upper body including face, swirl patterns that wrapped around his torso and made their way up to his cheeks, almost like hands wrapping around his body. It was supposed to represent the free form flow of magic back home, like a current in the air. Being shirtless he garnered attention from many party goers which he would dance with every now and again but no one he stayed with permanently.

At least he could say that these parties were just a tad more lively than the ones held by his family, he and Wyatt used to sneak out and go to the one held at magic school since those were more similar to a party.

Boarding school kids always threw the best parties.

He was drawn from his memories when he felt someone trying to cop a feel, whoever it was was trying to keep out of sight seeing as how every time he tried to turn around the person would stay out of viewpoint. Chris gave up trying to see and as long as the guy didn't try to get too fresh it would be alright, "Anonymous I see, well I have no problem with that, just makes it more interesting."

He felt a strong grip at his hips and could feel a muscled chest at his backside just as a new song started playing. At that moment it merely became Chris and his partner, it's been awhile since he was able to dance anyway. They started to move fluidly against each other which should have been difficult what with Chris not being able to see his partner. Chris leaned back and smiled when he felt that slightly hairy muscled chest connect with his back.

Together the two of them danced similarly in this position, when one would move forward the other would follow and moving back followed a similar pattern. Their bodies stuck together but it was doubtful any of them noticed, it was also doubtful they noticed the onlookers the two of them gathered. Every girl either sighed or growled in frustration as it was obvious what the two men were what with the sweat moving from one body to another.

People were already succumbing to the effects of the Bonfire and many had already decided to either head upstairs, home, or make out in the middle of the backyard. Chris was sure it would hit the two of them soon enough. He also sure of the man's intentions as he felt a certain hardness poking at his backside, "Someone's gone commando today," He laughed as he felt a hand grab his own hardness.

"Looks like I'm not the only one," The witch knew that voice instantly, it's raspy yet high quality, it belonged to the one and only Dean, he should have realized when he felt those hands, rough yet delicate in their use.

Chris turned around and looked up into that wonderful face, "Back to see me again so soon? I know I was good but geez Dean only a day," Chris said sarcastically, he brought them back together as they continued to dance in front of the fire.

"What can I say, he missed you, cupcake," And he made a point of flexing just what actually missed Chris. Truthfully Dean had planned to leave and check on his father at one of their safe houses but he got wind of a little witch cult practicing some hoodoo and wanted to shut that down before he left. His father told him to never leave a job no matter what else you had to do.

But never said anything about side trips along the way, he also heard of a bonfire party and knew that Sam would probably want to stay away from any kind of fun but he wanted to check out the scene, maybe catch a nightcap.

Who knew that the best nightcap he's had so far would be there just oh so begging for a repeat performance with that sexy body paint. The man could dance, that was for sure, and could definitely attract a crowd, he saw him dance with an assortment of guys and girls but he flitted from one to another.

He could put strippers to shame

and that's not a compliment Dean gave lightly because he loved his strippers.

Dean just knew he had to have another go, which was rare but Chris was definitely an exception.

Chris raised an eyebrow, "Cupcake? Trying out new pet names? If so I'm not a fan, I think I would rather have 'Oh god, Chris!'" He felt those hands go lower than his waist towards his bottom.

The taller man smirked showing Chris his white teeth, "If that's my pet name for you then I can't help but wonder what your pet name for me is?" Chris pulled him down and whispered something in his ear that made Dean smile with so much triumph, "You minx,"

Chris pulled a fake pout, "But you'll never get me to say it,"

"Wanna bet?"

"Twenty-bucks,"

Now if there was one thing Dean couldn't back away from it was a bet, especially one where if he lost at least he still won. He grabbed the lighter boy's thighs and hoisted him up forcing Chris to wrap his legs around Dean's waist. They couldn't enter the frat house fast enough but unluckily most of the rooms were currently occupied, Dean would have taken the offers to join the fun but he had a strict no sharing policy on at least when it came to Chris.

He wanted the boy's complete and undivided attention.

"There," Chris pointed down the hall to the chapter leader's room, "He won't mind at all," He said with a smirk. Dean nearly kicked the door but managed to keep it hinged and used Chris to slam the door back behind them.

"What is it with you and holding me up off the ground?" He asked amidst the flurry of lips and tongues interacting with each other, he never received an answer and he wasn't too upset about it. The both of them were pumped full of the hormones in the air due to the celebration and practically craved for full body on body contact. Chris was put on the bed and Dean climbed on top of him forcing him to lie down. With this new position the both of them able to take off their clothes and free themselves, Dean only having to take off his pants and Chris his shorts.

Chris went for the second best part of Dean, his nipples, the first being his lips and watched as the man above him shuddered and groaned from just the contact. The magic was definitely making them more sensitive to each other, he just hoped they could last for awhile. Dean licked and sucked at the exposed flesh on Chris's neck, knowing just the amount of pressure need to induce a hickey. He wanted Chris marked as his, those other children would see it and know he had been taken by a real male. not some college frat douchebag.

The witch slowly stroked Dean through condtantly admiring the thickness and length of him, "I'm about to get twenty bucks,"

"Oh yeah, how is that?" Dean challenged, he was flipped on his back and Chris replaced him as his position on top, the boy moved down slowly, making sure to keep his tongue on his partner's body at all times. He passed over the dirty blond hairs for the throbbing piece in front of him, without any warning he took Dean all the way down to the base in one go, "Oh God Ch-," Dean quickly put his fist in his mouth to stop him from saying those words.

Chris began his techniques that took years to master, and Dean was pretty sure he was biting so hard he was drawing blood, 'No, no Dean, resist the minx,' Chris let go of Dean with a pop and moved lower to the man's balls, he kept one hand on his member while his tongue began its work on the items that held his prize.

"M-my turn," He moved higher on the bed, sadly taking himself out of his partners so wonderful mouth, it was then he realized that he had no lube. Chris reached into the nightstand, bypassing the special toy, thinking maybe they could use the toy, deciding maybe for another time, then grabbed the lube he knew was there, when he pulled it out Dean looked mildly confused before shaking his head, "I'm not even going to ask how you knew that was there,"

"Let's just say I've been here before," He said slyly, he uncapped the lube getting ready to use it on himself when Dean took the bottle from him.

The man poured a good amount on his hand, "Well hopefully I'll make you forget that," He knew what Chris needed and pulled the boy on his lap and rested his back against the headboard, "Come here baby," He still was new at this but he was a quick learner, as hot as it was to see Chris do it, he knew he had to do it this time. One finger circled the boys entrance before entering, drawing a moan from Chris in the process, another slowly followed that one, a hiss from the Halliwell.

"You ready?"

Chris smiled through panting, "For you? Always,"

"Hah, sap,"

Chris rolled his eyes but threw his head back and alerted everyone in the frat house with a loud moan because Dean had not so gently went all the way to the hilt in one go. Thankfully no one in the area was paying attention as they were all up to their own activities, he glared at Dean who's classic shit eating grin was in place, "You ass!"

"Well I'm in yours if that means anything," He bucked upwards once and Chris couldn't stop the gasp that escaped him. Dean grabbed the boys hips and Chris put one hand on the man's shoulder and another on the headboard. They continued in that position for so long they lost track, neither reaching climax but forcing the other to get even louder than before.

They moved positions, one position even being in front of the window as Chris watched the other party goers dance in front of the bonfire as Dean pounded away deep inside him, hitting that spot that made him see white every single time.

Dean's favorite was Chris face down as he pounded the boy into the nearest century, he knew he had some dominance issues but when it came to his partners he was almost positive they wouldn't mind. Eventually the magic reached its climax and with that everyone started to feel theirs.

"Guess who's about to get Twenty bucks?" Their final position was also another of Dean's (And Chris's) favorites. Standard missionary, this way they got to see each others faces when they reached the tipping point.

"Oh my gosh Dean you're so big!"

Dean's eyes widened when he realized what kid was trying to do, "Son of a bitch!"

Appeal towards his ego

And you know what?

It was working

Chris moaned as he licked Dean's neck, "I love having you inside me Dean!"

Dean could feel his climax coming, he changed position slight, he brought his leg up so he could go deeper and faster into Chris. He panted through clenched teeth, pounding away into that warm hole like a bull, obviously if Chris was being playful then Dean wasn't doing his job right. Once the boy's eyes started to roll into the back of his head he knew things were back on track.

Chris's hands clawed at the sheets as the magic inside of him built to the breaking point, "Ahh fuck Dean!" He came just from the sensation of Dean inside of him not even noticing he had lost the bet.

Dean noticed but said nothing as the constrictions of the already tight hole due to Chris's completion brought him to his own explosive one. He came with a growlish roar that people from the nearby buildings could hear. The man landed on the smaller man, the both of them panting and their bodies slick with sweat.

"You owe me twenty bones,"

Chris feigned being asleep.

"Faker,"


The sun shone through the campus, its rays causing anyone who strained themselves too hard yesterday to whimper away at its glare. Those inside of the buildings were not spared as it shone through the windowsill and hit those lying in bed. Though it wasn't the sunlight which cause Chris to wake up, it was the feeling that he was being stared at.

He opened his eyes to see Dean...admiring him, "What?" He was still half asleep so his responses would be lacking their usual clever bite.

Dean was propped his head up using his shoulder and had merely watched Chris sleep. He had woken up first which wasn't so unusual, and, breaking his code of leaving in the morning for the second time, stayed until Chris woke up at least. While waiting for the boy to wake up he couldn't help but notice what he looked like while he was sleeping.

He looked calm, as if whatever dream he was having was pleasant, but it surprised Dean because he could tell that at a wrong movement he would be awake in seconds, much like any experienced hunter slept. A passing thought flew through his head at Chris being a hunter but he dismissed it just as fast, those eyes held too much wonder to know of the horrors of this world.

Those eyes also held a secret, with the way it was so buried down Dean knew that it was a great secret indeed. He was curious to know what someone like Chris could be hiding but wouldn't dare pry as he knew what it was like to keep secrets.

Plus if he pried that meant he had intentions to get closer to Chris despite what they already were.

He moved away from those dark thoughts to just watch Chris breathe, his chest grew and shrank with each breath. He shook his head as his wits came about him, 'Really got to cut back on the Gilmore,', this kid was really starting to cramp his style, "Maybe I'm the sap,"

"What?"

Dean chuckled, "Nothing, where's my twenty bucks?"

Chris rolled his eyes before getting out of bed, "I thought you'd forgot about that, but a bet's a bet," He went to pick up his shorts, knowing someone was getting a good view, he reached inside and pulled a bill out of his wallet. Once he was back on the bed he gave it to Dean who gladly took it but didn't get out of bed to go get dressed.

"I can't believe you thought dirty talk would work on someone like me,"

Chris gave him a cool look, "Oh don't try that, Mr. Machismo, it was working, I could see it. Playing on your ego was an excellent strategy until you cheated,"

Dean raised both eyebrows, "I cheated?"

"You made it so I couldn't talk, that's cheating," Chris slapped his cheek, Dean looked at him, mouth agape, before erupting in laughter. He moved onto his back and motioned for Chris to come closer, the boy wrapped his arms around Dean's torso and nestled his head into Dean's shoulder, "What are you going to use the money for?"

Dean turned the bill over in his fingers, "Dinner,"

"You look like the type of guy to spend twenty dollars on food," Chris said as more of thought said aloud than anything else

"Well I was thinking I wouldn't eat alo-did you just call me fat?"

"Wait, what were you going to say?"

"No, did you just seriously call me fat?"

"Jesus Dean, I just meant you look like the type of guy to eat a bunch, that was in no way calling you fat, get off the rag!"

"Good because the only thing fat about me is-," Dual rings from both their cell phones cut off what would have been a rather egotistic moment for Dean. They both left the bed and grabbed their respective phones, Chris had a few messages mostly from Jess and one or two from Sam. Dean had a tip where the witch coven was from another hunter in town, if all went well (Which he doubt it would) then he'd be out of town by the end of the day.

And with that their little world was shattered

Dean wondered why he almost asked Chris to dinner very well knowing he had to leave soon.

They both turned when the door opened and in walked the chapter leader of Kappa Trigg, who in turn gawked at the sight of two naked men standing in his room, "Chris, what the hell?"

Chris gave him a smile and wave, "Hey Dave!"

"And so he dropped me off here then told me he'd be leaving but he would make sure to keep in contact." Chris said avidly waving around his spoon of ice cream before consuming it. He was retelling the events of last night and the night before to Jess and Sam. Sam blanked out when Chris started to give...details about his encounter with this mystery man he still won't tell him the name of but he'd rather know the name over how good the guy was at multitasking in bed.

"Sounds like someone had fun, and you said that he asked you on a date?" Jess asked incredulously

Chris scratched his arms under the table "I said I thought he was going to ask,"

Sam took the headphones out of his ears, "So what now?"

The witch actually thought about his next course of action, Dean was leaving and even though he really thought about accepting what probably would have been a date request he couldn't do anything about it now. The only way he could see Dean was if he was in town again, he had no idea what the man did for a living so it was a mystery when he would show up again.

"I just had arguably the best two days of my entire life, I can only hope that there'll be more to come, but back to different matters." He turned to the both of them, "I'm really sick of living in the dorms, I got a raise a few days ago at the club, I know Sam has some scholarship money just sitting around. Justin's moving out and offered me the lease on his old place, I'll go if you guys want to come with me." He offered,Justin had given him the offer a few days back but he couldn't cover the lease by himself plus the house was rather large.

Sam and Jess looked at each other and without having to even talk about it they agreed that living in the dorms was terrible, plus with this way they could live together in the same room and not have to worry about Chris 'Accidentally' coming in on them.

Chris placed an arm around them and brought them together much like the picture sitting on Sam's nightstand.

Later that night when Jess had gone back to her building and Sam and Chris had turned in for the night, Chris was going through his phone and he received he got a message from an unsaved number.

The meal I had was so much more delicious knowing that it was your money that bought it.

A smirk crept on his face as he replied.

Next time, double or nothing.

The reply was sent just as quick

Triple.