David Tennant is Love. (ex_classifie290) wrote in hoodies, @ 2008-05-01 16:13:00 |
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Sleeping With Giants, Part 6
Title: Sleeping With Giants
Chapter 6: Black Mamba
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex.
Pairing: Adam Siska/Jason Siska.
Warnings: INCEST. Don't like it, don't read.
Disclaimer: The following story is fiction. All fiction, all a product of my own imagination. I do not own Adam or Jason Siska, but I wish I did .... ahem. Never mind. To reiterate: THIS IS NOT TRUE. IT NEVER HAPPENED. Fake, all fake, 100% fake.
For a few minutes, Jason couldn't do anything but sit there, staring down at his younger brother in mute wonder. He'd always wanted this, he thought to himself, from the first time he'd come home from college a couple of years ago and really looked at Adam. This was the culmination of a dream he'd carried with him for what felt like a lifetime.
And it was coming true, here and now.
He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Adam's mouth, reaching for the bottle of lube as he did. It only took him a few seconds to coat his fingers and move his hand between Adam's spread thighs, his other hand stroking his little brother's hip.
Adam looked up at him with wide eyes, his expression apprehensive. "Jase -- if you're gonna do this, then just go on and do it," he whispered, his voice shaking a little. "I know it'll hurt, just get it over with."
Jason frowned, shaking his head. "Babe, it's only gonna hurt for a few seconds. I promise, no more than that." He kissed Adam again, murmuring against the soft warmth of his mouth. "I'll make this good for you, baby. Please don't be scared."
As he said the words, he pressed one finger against the tight entrance, hearing Adam's gasp as he was entered. That hadn't been so hard -- and now that the initial penetration had happened, maybe Adam wouldn't be so tense and it would be easier from here on out. Jason probed a bit with his finger, smiling as his brother's eyes widened.
If he could just find Adam's prostate .... Yeah, there it was. Jason let his finger brush against that place that he was always so good at finding within his lovers, his touch eliciting another gasp from Adam. Everybody he'd ever slept with had always said he had exquisite sensations at his fingertips -- well, he was proving their words right.
Adam writhed under him, his hips bucking up against Jason's hand. The older Siska slipped a second finger in, growing bolder and hoping that the pleasure his younger brother was feeling would be strong enough to counteract any pain that might come.
But Adam didn't seem to be in pain; in fact, he was panting, his body arching up into Jason's touch, almost begging for more. "Jase .... please ...." His words were slurring into each other, as if he couldn't make them slip off his tongue fast enough.
Jason knew that he couldn't hold himself back, not with Adam begging and wanting him like this. It was now or never, he told himself, sliding his fingers out of his brother and taking a deep breath.
He'd wanted to make this take longer, to make it as good for Adam as it could be, but there was no way he could wait and go through the finer motions of long-drawn-out foreplay. He needed Adam, now. And judging from his brother's reaction, Adam wanted him just as desperately.
Jason lifted Adam's hips, sliding forward and positioning his hard cock against the small, tight hole. He took another deep breath, looking down into Adam's face, that beautiful face that had haunted his dreams and fantasties for what felt like a thousand nights. No, a million.
"I love you," he breathed, pushing his hips forward in one quick thrust.
Nothing he'd ever imagined could have prepared him for the hot, tight heat that engulfed him. Jason let out a gasp, feeling as though he'd been holding his breath for years and this was the first time he'd ever been able to let it come out naturally.
No other lover he'd ever been with had felt like this. It was as though Adam had been made for him, closing around him more tightly than he could have dreamed, fitting him like a second skin.
The younger Siska cried out, his legs wrapping around his brother's waist, ankles locking behind his back. His thin wrists pulled at the cuffs that still held his hands above his head, his body arching up off the bed, a moan that was almost a scream echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
Jason pulled his hips back, looking down into Adam's face before pushing back in again, the second thrust as hard and deep as the first. There was another cry from the young man underneath him, his muscles seeming to flex and tighten even more around Jason.
This time, it was Jason who cried out. He'd never dreamed that Adam -- or anyone -- could feel like this; this was something to read about in bad romance novels, not something he'd ever expected to feel. It was like falling into the searing heat of a volcano and finding, to his surprise, that the intensity of that heat only made him want it more.
His thrusts into his brother became steadier, more rhythmic, his breathing becoming ragged, almost gasping with each thrust into that tight warmth. Adam's own gasps answered his own, his brother's slender young body arching against his with every movement, thin hips bucking up to answer his own. Together, they moved like a well-oiled machine.
But it couldn't last forever. All too soon, Jason could feel his orgasm uncoiling within his body, building up to the point where he had to let himself go or scream with the effort of holding himself back. But he wanted to let Adam come first -- if he could hold his own climax back long enough.
Leaning down to press his mouth against Adam's ear, he breathed raggedly against the smooth softness of the boy's fevered skin. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his hand moving down between Adam's legs to grasp his cock, beginning to stroke Adam in time with his own thrusts into his body.
Adam nodded, his mouth opening in a silent scream, his hips thrusting up against Jason's one last time. His brother's name left his lips in a cry that, to Jason, was the sweetest sound he could have possibly heard. The sound of a complete, unconditional surrender.
He pushed his hips forward one last time, pressing himself into that molten tightness once more, hands gripping Adam's shoulders hard enough to leave marks. His brother's name was torn from his throat as he threw his head back, closing his eyes and letting his release flood over him.
Jason had to balance himself above Adam to keep himself from collapsing onto his younger brother's body, gasping for air, drawing it into his lungs like a drowning man finally finding shore. When he could control his trembling limbs, he let himself slip out of the boy beneath him, moving his hand to the place his cock had been and stroking a gentle finger over Adam's entrance.
He wasn't bleeding, Jason thought, glancing down at his fingers. That was a good sign. But there were tears on Adam's cheeks; his chest was heaving with suppressed sobs, his lower lip clenched between his teeth.
"Adam .... baby .... what's wrong?" Jason asked anxiously, smoothing back his little brother's damp hair with a gentle hand. Maybe he'd been too rough, he thought with a pang of guilt. But he'd tried not to be .... "Baby, did I hurt you? Shhh, babe, don't cry."
Adam shook his head, gulping a little as he tried to stop crying long enough to be able to form words. "I just .... I .... that was .... amazing," he managed to say, sniffling a little. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
Jason turned onto his side, slipping one arm around his brother's waist and pulling Adam close to him. Maybe it would be a good thing to take the cuffs off, too. He raised himself on an elbow, reaching for the shiny silver key that lay on the table by the bed and fitting it into the lock. The cuffs sprang open, and Jason gently released his brother's wrists.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Jason's voice was anxious, a little scared. The last thing he wanted to do was cause Adam any pain -- not only because he didn't want to hurt the little brother he loved, but because Adam would be very reluctant to do this again if it had hurt him the first time.
The younger Siska looked surprised, then slowly shook his head. "It hurt a little bit at first -- but it wasn't all that bad," he said wonderingly, his dark eyes focused on his brother. "I thought it'd hurt a lot more, but I --" He suddenly sounded embarrassed, forcing the words out. "-- I liked it."
Jason laughed softly, relieved at Adam's words. "You're supposed to like it, silly," he teased, trying to lighten Adam's mood, pulling the smaller boy close against his own body. "It gets better, believe me. The more you do it, the more you'll like it."
Adam looked contemplative, a soft sigh preceding his next words. "So .... I guess this means we're .... I don't know, a couple?"
Jason nodded, a smile forming on his lips. He'd be smiling the rest of his life after this, he thought, unable to keep the expression from spreading over his features.
"But .... we're brothers. It's not like we can date." Adam shook his head, a worried look on his own face. "We can't tell anybody about this. And what about when you go back to Fox River Grove? What then?"
Jason sighed, realizing that there would be a lot more to this relationship than he'd let himself think about. Before, he'd just wanted Adam, and the whole fantasy had seemed like an impossible dream. Now that it wasn't a fantasy any more, but a fact, there was a whole new set of worries that was opening up before him.
But he'd overcome them. He'd find a way. He always did, with anything that he wanted. Maybe that meant he was spoiled, maybe it meant that he was greedy and reached out for what he wanted with both hands, taking it if he could get it. But right now, that didn't matter. What mattered was that he finally had his heart's desire, and he wasn't going to let it go. Not for anything.
"Let's not think about that right now, okay?" he said gently, pressing a kiss to Adam's forehead. "Let's just concentrate on the fact that we're together and that we love each other. That's the most important thing, at least to me. That I love you and nobody can take me away from you."
Adam nodded, resting his head against Jason's shoulder and closing his eyes for a few moments before they opened wide again. "What if mom and dad find out?" His voice trembled, and Jason's arms tightened around him, as though to keep him safe from his fears.
"If that happens .... then you'll come and live with me," he said softly, throwing caution to the winds. What the hell, it was what he wanted, anyway. He'd think about the pros and cons of the idea later.
Adam nodded again, his slim body finally relaxing in Jason's arms. "I guess I could do that," he whispered sleepily, his eyes closing again.
Jason looked down lovingly at the boy in his arms, smiling and kissing the soft, tawny hair. He'd never felt this protective towards anybody before, and the emotion surprised him. He'd never expected this whole vista of new feelings to spring into being.
But then, he'd never loved anybody as much as he loved Adam, either.
"This'll work out, baby brother," he whispered, holding Adam close against him. "I promise. We'll make it work."
He didn't know if he could make those words truth, but he was going to try his damnedest to do it. For Adam. For both of them.