Slash Level: 5 (making out and handjobs, don't like, feel free to skip this chapter) Again, heavy slash in this chapter along with M-rated activities.
"No no no no no!"
Bree woke up from sleeping on the couch (and how weird was it to sleep lying down?) to Chase's freaked out whispers. "What's wrong?"
Chase looked up from where he was bent over what looked like a necklace. "It's broken," he whimpered.
"What's broken?" Bree asked, sitting up.
As an answer, Chase held up the necklace. There was a pendant attached to it, or at least, there had been.
"What is... was it?" Bree stepped carefully over Adam, still snoring on the floor, wrapped in his and Chase's sleeping bags.
"It's supposed to be a miniature holographic photo album, designed to bring up 3D images of the photographs." Chase took the oval-shaped pendant off. "I downloaded pictures of Adam and me into this chip and it was going to be Adam's Christmas present. But look," he handed Bree the chip, which lost a couple pieces as he passed it over, "it overloaded and fried itself! Now I don't have a Christmas present for Adam," Chase dropped his head into his hands.
After a moment, Bree heard soft hiccuping sounds. She placed a hand on Chase's shoulders and realized it was shaking. "Chase?"
Chase lifted his head and there were tears on his cheeks. "I don't have a Christmas present for Adam. He's my brother and my... and I don't have a present for him!"
Bree pulled her brother into a hug. "It'll be okay. You can add your name to the new meat backpack I got him."
"No, I have to give him a great present that's just from me." Chase shook his head. "With the new facet to our relationship-"
"-You're dating him, just say you're dating him," Bree rolled her eyes.
Chase ducked his head to hide the blush on his cheeks. "He's my brother. You're not supposed to date your brother."'
"And yet you two go to the movies and get frozen yogurt every Thursday."
"You noticed that?"
Bree put a hand on her brother's shoulder. "I'm your sister. I've spent more time with you two than anyone else on the planet. Plus, all the making out in your capsules is a dead giveaway."
Chase's blush deepened, but a small smile crept onto his face.
"It's okay," Bree said. "I don't care. Sure, it's a little weird, but what in our lives isn't a little weird?"
"Then you should understand that I have to give him an amazing gift or he won't want to be with me anymore," Chase whispered.
Bree frowned. "You think he'll break up with you if you don't give him some technological marvel? Chase," she shook her head, "Adam's in love with you. I'm pretty sure you could steal all his presents and he'd still love you. He'd throw you across the room, but he'll still love you."
This time, Chase shook his head. "No way. His feelings are way too new-"
"-New? Just because you two doofuses finally got around to telling each other how you feel doesn't mean Adam just started feeling that way." Bree sighed. "I mean, seriously, Adam told me he was crazy about you like a year ago."
"What?" Chase's eyes widened.
"Before Davenport married Tasha and we met Leo, I was the only person Adam could talk to about how he felt about you." Bree smiled. "Chase, Adam is just happy you feel the same way, he doesn't need a gift. But I have an idea," she reached over to where Chase had put his wrapping supplies and picked up a bow. Peeling the paper off, she stuck it to Chase's head. "There!"
"Wha- I am not a gift!"
"You are to me," said a voice over their shoulders. Adam was sitting up, beaming at Chase.
"How long have you been awake?" Chase asked.
Adam sat up. "Since Bree said I'm in love with you. Which I am, FYI."
Bree smiled. "Okay boys, I can't sleep laying down. I'm going to the lab. Merry Christmas," she jumped to her feet and super-speeded to the lab.
"She's going to miss Santa," Adam said with a frown.
"I think she was being discreet," Chase answered. At Adam's blank look, he clarified, "she's giving us time alone."
Adam held open the sleeping bags he and Chase had zipped together once the others went to bed.
Chase slid in next to his brother. "I had this great present for you, but it broke."
"You're the best present. I've been wanting this," he reached over and tapped the bow in Chase's hair, "for years. For you to like me back. Best Christmas present ever."
"It's about to get better," Chase smiled, kissing Adam sweetly.
The kissing heated up and Adam's hand snaked up Chase's shirt to caress his abs.
"Hang on," Chase said.
Adam snapped his hand away. "Did I hurt you?"
Chase shook his head. "No, I just," in lieu of finishing his sentence Chase sat up and shrugged out of his pajama top. "Here," he reached out and took hold of the hem of Adam's shirt, silently asking permission, helping Adam remove the garment when it was granted.
Now shirtless, Chase lay back down, drawing Adam on top of him. "Now, where were we?"
"Right about here," Adam smiled as he leaned down to kiss Chase, tongue slipping into the other boy's mouth.
They made out for long minutes, until Chase pulled back. With a little wiggling he slid his thigh between his brother's legs and pressed it against Adam's hardness.
Adam's breath hitched and he involuntarily rolled his hips into Chase's thigh. "Um, Chase? Are you sure?"
The two boys had been making out for weeks, but they hadn't gone this far before.
"I've never been more sure," he hand traced Adam's thigh, drawing closer to his erection. "Are you sure?"
Adam nodded so hard, it looked like his head may fall off. "Super sure. But let me try this," he wrapped his arms around Chase and rolled them so that the younger boy was on top. His hands found their way to Chase's ass, kneading the taut flesh through the pajama pants.
Chase felt a moan bubbling up, so he kissed Adam to muffle the sound. "Adam," he sighed, slowly and carefully slipping his fingers into the older boy's waistband. "Adam, can I?"
"Please," Adam groaned, his own hands slipping into Chase's pajamas to grab his ass more firmly.
Breathing heavily, Chase kissed Adam as he finally reached in and grasped Adam's cock, stroking it slowly trying to learn what Adam liked through his brother's reactions.
"Chasey," Adam sighed, the nickname never sounding more fond, more like an endearment. "Oh, that feels really good."
"Yeah," Chase said, mouth going with little input from his brain. "You feel really good." His voice cracked on the last word as Adam's hand found it's way around his dick, the other tracing the muscles in his back. "Oh my god."
Adam smiled at Chase. "Try this," he demonstrated what he meant by bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking his palm before reaching back down and twisting his wrist when he reached the head of Chase's cock.
Chase copied the motion, running his other hand up Adam's neck into the older boy's hair and soon the teenagers were panting into each other's mouths, their pajamas around their thighs.. "Adam, I... I'm gonna..."
"Me too, little brother, me-" Adam's words trailed into a series of hitched breaths as he came, brain barely in enough control to pay attention to Chase's startled cry as he came too, shooting over Adam's hand and the older boy's stomach.
Ignoring the cum cooling between them, Chase dropped his full weight onto Adam as they caught their breaths.
"Wow," Adam said when their heartbeats were beating slowly in time again.
"You said it," Chase beamed as he raised his head to look at Adam, using the hold he still had on his older brother's neck to bring their mouths back together. He rolled onto his back, frowning at the mess between their bellies. "Yuck." He used his molecular kinesis to float some napkins from the kitchen over to them.
Adam grabbed them out of the air, gently cleaning Chase's stomach, then his own before handing another one to Chase so he could wipe his hand.
Chase smiled at his brother. "Thanks, Adam." He yawned. "But we better put our clothes back on."
Adam nodded and looked around for his shirt. As he pulled it over his shoulders, several seams ripped. "Uh, this might have been yours."
Chase sighed, "Here's yours." They traded shirts and settled back down next to each other.
"That was the best present ever," Adam said, fingertips stroking the skin of Chase's shoulder through the torn shirt.
Chase smiled. "It was definitely even better than I dreamed."
Adam grinned. "You dreamed about this? Me too! Do you also have the dream about being a carrot running from a giant bunny?"
Chase laughed, then yawned. "Just go to sleep, Adam."
"What if we miss Santa?"
"We'll catch him next year. I don't think he could bring anything I'd like more than being with you."
Adam tucked Chase's head under his chin, smiling when Chase nuzzled into his neck. "Ditto, little bro."
AN: Title from a Kenny Chesney song. Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, RL intervened. Also, thanks to all of you who read this, but especially you who follow, favorite, and leave reviews. *hands out cookies*
