Ok, I'm back now for a couple of weeks and hopefully I'll be able to get lots of updates up and possibly finish it...maybe, not too sure about the finishing yet.
Anyway, a big big big thank you to all those who reviewed while I was away. I hope you continue to read this now that you've had a two week break from it. I'll hopefully have another chapter up today, I've just got to re-read a few chapters first to fully remember everything - two weeks away from it and I forget the details :s I just remember the plot...
Oh, for any of those that are confused by this, Chris is older than Wyatt in this story, I've had a few people ask about it over the story...Chris' birthday is in November and Wyatt's is in February, making Chris five months older than Wyatt. I did this to put the two in the same grade but keep their birthdays around about the same point, since it would stop me getting all confused about it all.
Anyhoo, on with the chapter...
Boarding School Hell
New Year was the best one Chris and Wyatt had ever had. They had got to see the New Year in with each other, 'celebrate' the New Year in their own special way, a little like Christmas Eve, but when New Year's Day came in, there was no banging on the door like there was Christmas Day. There was no immediate rush for either of them, they just had to make sure they were up by midday for when the clan rolled in.
9am the next morning, Wyatt laid awake, on his back, thinking about the new year and all the changes that had happened in his life. He had finally realised that being 'Mr Popular' was just a title and not who you really are, basketball was no longer his life there were more important things, scarily enough school among other things. He had finally realised what his problem with keeping girls was, it had nothing to do with him getting bored or the girls not being mature enough, it was because he was gay. Sighing contently, he looked down at the 18-year-old in his arms. He could feel the dog tags he had gotten Chris for Christmas resting on his chest, the cool metal a complete contrast to the warm breath coming from his lover.
The Halliwell's attention was drawn to the sound of a phone vibrating on his night stand, not sure whether it was his or Chris' he decided to check both to find out it was his lover's. A text message. Deciding it best not to read it to find out who it was from, Wyatt put the phone back on the side and went back to listening to Chris' light soft breaths, glancing at the cell phone every now and again. He hoped it was not Bianca, he could do without that bitch trying to stay in Chris' life, like Chris had told her he needed her to stop screwing things up…but then what had he screwed up because of her? Unless it was all the fights they had had over it all, the jealous stints, that must be it. Chris would tell him if he was unfaithful, surely, especially when he questioned about what Bianca was talking about the other night. It could not be Bianca though, she really was crazy if she was texting him now after the other night, Chris hit her, only someone completely mad would stay with someone who hit them…that was when Wyatt thought about his mother, it would mean she was completely mad to stay with Jack, but he remembered seeing the look in his father's eyes when that happened and it was not craziness that kept that relationship together, it was Piper's fear of what Jack would do to her and if something happened to her what would happen to Wyatt and Parker?
"Wyatt?" the Halliwell heard his lover mumble, but he was not sure whether it was in his sleep or not, "Wyatt?"
"Chris?" Wyatt looked down, but could see the brunette's eyes were still closed and he had a frown on his face.
"Wy, I'm sorry…I…" Chris mumbled quietly again, "I'm sorry…" Wyatt had never heard him talk in his sleep before, but then again Wyatt was never usually awake before Chris, there were just the odd times like yesterday and Christmas Day when Wyatt had awoken first, possibly why he had never heard Chris talk in his sleep, but what was it about? What would Chris be apologising for in his sleep? The 17-year-old laid there for a little longer, feeling Chris roll off him and onto his side, not saying anything else. Wyatt watched him but felt himself getting restless and decided to pull himself out of the bed and get a shower now while Parker and Matty were still in bed.
As he made his way down the hallway, he could hear the television on faint. Deciding to see who was up, he went past the bathroom and down the stairs to find his father sat watching the news.
"Hey, dad. Happy New Year." Wyatt smiled, his father had unfortunately been working last night and Wyatt had not see him yet. Leo looked over to him with a smile.
"Happy New Year, son," Leo smiled, "I hope your night was better than mine."
"Hard night at work?"
"New years is always the worst," Leo stated with a heavy sigh, as Wyatt sat next to him on the couch, "Followed very closely by Christmas Eve, for some reason. I think because most people don't have any work the next day they decide to do the most stupidest stuff those nights."
Wyatt smiled, as much as he never understood doctor talk, he still like to hear about his dad's day, it sometimes put his own life in perspective.
"Hey dad, can I ask you something?" Wyatt asked with a frown on his face.
"Course you can, bud, I'm always here."
"Ok, you know what you took me and Parker in, did you ever regret it?" he asked, "Did you ever wish you just stayed away from mom and us all together?"
"I've never regretted it, Wy," Leo shook his head, wondering where this was coming from, "Never once have I thought I never wanted you and Parker as my sons."
"But, when I was getting into all that trouble," Wyatt sighed, "Did you ever wish you never got yourself into all this? That you were raising a clone of the man you saved mom from?"
"Wyatt, what's up? What's bothering you?"
"I don't know," Wyatt admitted with a deep sigh, "Its just when the baby's born, you know Caitlin's baby I mean, and me and Chris raise it…if it turns out like me, completely hot-headed and everything, I just wonder whether Chris will think he's made a complete mistake and wish he had got out of this when he could rather than sticking by me."
"Wyatt, I have never once wished that I had not helped your mom, and been there to help her raise you and your brother. I love you like my own, always have since Piper told me she loved me and I moved in here. If I could go back and have the choice again, I'd make exactly the same choice, ok maybe tried to be a bit stricter with you so you wouldn't almost cause your mother a number of heart attacks," the last comment made Wyatt smile, "But I would never give up the chance to be a part of raising you. And from what I've seen of Chris around your younger cousins, especially Hope, I think he'll be the same." Wyatt nodded his head with a small smile.
"Thanks dad."
"I'm always here to help."
Chris woke up with a slight start, it had all been a dream, everything. Telling Wyatt the truth, Wyatt almost killing him, the hurt and the pain from it all…it all seemed so real, but he knew it was all a dream and he knew from that that he could not tell Wyatt the truth. He looked at the side of him to find Wyatt not there so looked at the clock on the nightstand. 9:47 the red lights read. Groaning, Chris was about to pull himself from the bed as the door opened for Wyatt to walk in wearing just a towel.
"Morning."
"Morning." Chris smiled, eyeing the blonde's body. For some reason last week the toned abs, muscular arms and broad shoulders had no effect on him, but now it did. It had to be everything messing with his head. Bianca back, her mom in hospital, that must have been it. Chris walked over to his lover, completely naked and wrapped his arms around Wyatt's neck,
"What are you wanting?" Wyatt asked, as he felt the brunette's hands trailing down his spine, closing his eyes from the sensation of pleasure as the hands moved down his lower back, "Mmm, Chris…" Chris moved his hands and then put them on Wyatt's abs, stroking them gently before trailing them around his sides and back to his back, stroking it again, "Chris, are you trying to seduce me?"
"Maybe so," the Perry smiled, "Is it working?" Wyatt never answered, he just moved closer, brushing his lips against Chris', feeling his erection growing. He knew following this path would lead to them being in bed for at least another hour and then less time to get ready for the family to come over but he did not care as he let his lip finally touch Chris' properly, kissing him. Their tongues battled for dominance, but Wyatt's was forced into submission as he felt himself being stripped of his towel, his erection now pressed against his lover's.
Wyatt took over in the tongue battle and pushed his lover backwards to the bed, not allowing their bodies to part for the next hour or so.
"Can you pass the potatoes?"
"Piper, once again this is gorgeous…"
"Actually, Wyatt made that."
"Wyatt, you've got your mother's knack for cooking, you have to become a chef."
"I totally agree."
"Ooo, can you pass the gravy please?"
The table was bustling as the adults sat there, the children once again at the children's table, everybody relieved that this was going to be one normal meal for once. No surprises. As the dinner continued, Leo looked at Chris, after his talk with his step-son this morning, he felt the need to see what Chris was really like, just slyly see if he could be anything like himself and everything so far told him yes. Wyatt had no worries about how Chris would act if Wyatt's child grew up so hot-headed, which was possible, after all not only was Jack hot-headed, but so was Piper and Parker had got that too. But Leo knew if that happened, Chris would be prepared since he had been there with Wyatt what ever stupid decision he had made.
Leo watched as the two teens interacted with each other, he could see the love coming from both of them and hate himself more for what he had said about Wyatt when he first came out to everybody, but he apologised and that was the main thing, and his relationship with his eldest step-son had not changed, thank God.
Patty was sat next to her cousin's boyfriend and could have sworn she saw him switch off into a different world every now and again. He was acting differently around Wyatt, but only very subtle. Most people would not notice, and Wyatt probably would not, but Patty definitely did. She had seen this from Luke, he own fiancée, when he was hiding his plans to propose to her, but what could Chris be hiding from Wyatt? She made a mental note to find out as she ate her New Years dinner. She always loved her Aunt Piper's cooking and would never turn down a meal here, but for some reason New Year and Christmas it was always more special, possibly because it was those days that the whole big family were in the same house together.
"Hm, Patty, did you hear from your fiancée?" Chris looked to the 20-year-old while Wyatt was engaged in a conversation with one of his uncles.
"Yeah, he called last night to wish me a happy new year," Patty nodded her head, "I'd say have you seen Bianca, but I should say how little of her have you seen?"
"Did your brother not tell you about the party the other day?" Chris asked, but saw her shake her head. The Perry's eyes grew wide, something that Chris did not mind getting back to Patty and Jackson had not said anything. He glanced at Jackson, to see him laughing at somthing Petyon had said and then turned back to Patty, "She turned up and we got into an argument. I think I've finally got her out of my life, you know."
"That's great," Patty smiled, but saw Chris look away, "Right?"
"Well, yeah, it's great she's out of my life," Chris nodded, "There's just other factors and everything."
Wyatt heard the latter part of the conversation and took his lover's hand gently, moving forward to talk to his eldest cousin around Chris.
"Bianca's mom helped him through his folks' deaths." Wyatt explained, causing Patty to nod understanding what the problem was. Chris had now cut ties to everybody that knew what had really happened, unless he had spoken to Wyatt about it. She hoped he had, because even after four years he would still need someone to talk to about these things, he could not keep them bottled up for his whole life, it could not be doing him any good.
After dinner, the youngsters decided that they wanted to play monopoly again so Patty used this time to get Chris on his own to talk, but the 18-year-old was on his cell phone to someone from school. At least it was from school, Patty knew then that he was not hiding another relationship from Wyatt, she had met Chris' two best friends there and they were both straight and had no interest in stealing Chris from Wyatt, and who else could he be on the phone to?
"I'm impressed you got the ring from her," Speedy voice came through the phone, while Chris stood outside in the winter sun, smoking a cigarette, he really needed to stop these and vowed to himself to do it after he go back to school where there was less chance of getting stressed at someone. Although, he knew that was never ever going to happen, "How did you manage it, man? Sneak in and steal it."
"I told her about Ben," Chris replied, "Should have done it ages ago. She threw the thing at me. There's a little more though," Chris sighed, he needed to tell his friends find out from them what they would do, "I slept with her."
"You slept with her!" Speedy shouted, "What the fuck, man! What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't."
"Obviously," the 17-year-old could not believe what he was hearing over the telephone, "You gave her an opening there, dude. She seriously has you tied round her little finger, doesn't she?"
"I wouldn't exactly say that," Chris sighed, "I hit her the other night."
"You hit her?" Speedy sounded doubtful, "You actually hit a girl? I can't see you doing that, that's not the Chris we all know and love. Are you sure you hit her and it wasn't a dream?"
"I'm sure," Chris replied, sitting down on a garden chair, "Wyatt was there and saw. She just pissed me off and I snapped just for a second and slapped her. She's out of my life now, or so she says, but I still feel horrid for it. I don't know what I feel worse about, sleeping with her or hitting her."
"Hmm…" Chris could almost see Speedy frowning on the other end of the phone, "Does Wyatt know you slept with Bianca?"
"Not yet," Chris answered, "I'm still playing with whether to tell him or not. You know his temper. He had me pinned against the wall last week because my ex-boyfriend turned out to be his cousin…"
"He pinned you against the wall for that?" Speedy worried for his friend's safety, "Should you still be in this relationship?"
"Speed, c'mon, he won't hurt me," Chris sighed, "Look, just do I tell him or not. I've never had to do this, you know, I've never loved someone so much that the fact that I've cheated on them made me feel like a part of me was being ripped out of me."
"You know the best person to ask is Titch," Speedy said, "He's the one that did the cheating, I never have. But if it was me, and I was never going to find out from someone else, you know there was no chance in hell that I'd find out then I wouldn't want to be told. Although, if there was a chance that somebody else could tell me, I'd rather hear it from my other half."
"Well there's only you and B that know," Chris sighed, "And with Bianca out of my life, there's only you that could possibly breathe a word to him."
"Don't tell him then," Speedy answered, "If you're sure Bianca's out of your life for good, don't tell him, because trust me I'm not gonna say anything to anyone about it. I wouldn't want to know if there was no chance of hearing it from someone else, and to be honest do you really think you and Wyatt would survive this if you did tell him?"
"I'm not sure, that's the thing," Chris replied, "There's already all this about his baby and us raising it after school, and there's so much at the moment, I don't know. My heads all over the place."
"Well, don't tell him."
"Definitely don't tell him?"
"Definitely don't," Speedy repeated, "Anyway, dude, gotta go. My mom's going crazy at me about being on the phone. I'll see you on the 6th."
"Yeah, see you on the 6th." Chris hung up the call and sat and thought for a while, he just wish he knew whether Bianca was telling the truth, whether she really was out of his life for good. If he knew that he would know whether to tell Wyatt the truth or not. As he sat there, he was oblivious to the person who had been stood in the door way between the outside and the sunroom.
"What aren't you going to tell him?"
Chris looked up and saw his lover's 5' 5'' cousin and sighed. He was not going to be able to keep something like this from Patty Trudeau, but it all depended on how much she could understand but also needed her to get her far away from the family, since he knew she was going to shout.
ok, the first part of that phone conversation was set before Patty got to the door and heard him. Now I know some of you wanted to see someone hit Chris slightly for what he did, well the next chapter will be where Patty finds out the truth so there will be a little bit of shouting...
anyway, for now, please review this one :D