David Tennant is Love. (ex_classifie290) wrote in hoodies, @ 2008-03-22 00:17:00 |
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Current music: | Sleeping With Giants (Lifetime) -- TAI |
Sleeping With Giants
Title: Sleeping With Giants, Part 01: Attention
Rating: NC-17 -- Part 01 is PG.
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.
"Jase! What are you doing?"
Jason Siska's head jerked up from his book when he heard the exuberant voice of his younger brother. He raised a hand to his face, shading his eyes against the midday sun pouring into the window. He always loved being in Chicago -- even when the city seemed to be covered in white, powdery snow. After all, this was where his family was.
Where Adam was.
Adam. His little brother. His sweet, beautiful, talented little brother. His sexy little brother.
His little brother with the face and the body that haunted his dreams. His little brother, the guy he most wanted to strip naked and do unmentionable things to. His little brother -- the one man that he couldn't have.
Man? No. Adam might be eighteen and legal, but he couldn't technically be called a man. No, he was still a young, young and innocent. And that was what Jason hated the most about the situation. Knowing that even if he could throw caution to the winds and follow his heart -- and his libido -- that he would be corrupting somebody whose innate sweetness and innocence would be ripped away and shattered.
He couldn't do that. No matter how much he wanted to .... no matter how much he wanted to have Adam in his arms, in his bed, that beautiful body writhing under him, that soft, husky voice pleading with him to ....
To what? Oh, he could think of all kinds of answers for that question.
Hmmm. Adam begging to be fucked, spreading his legs for Jason, wanting him, needing him. The culmination of all the fantasies he'd had about Adam since he'd first noticed, a couple of years ago, that his little brother was turning into a beautiful and desirable young man.
Or Adam begging him to stop; Adam restrained, held down, pleading with Jason to let him go, to not hurt him. That was almost as erotic a fantasy as the first one. In fact, Jason didn't know which side of the coin he liked better. Both of them would be interesting to play out ....
He shook his head, trying to clear it. Adam was bounding across the room, that gorgeous smile lighting up the air around him. Then, there he was, throwing himself down on the couch next to Jason and taking the book from his brother's hand with a smile.
"I know it's not exactly great weather to go out, but you shouldn't be sitting here reading a book! Come on, let's watch a movie or something. I don't get to see you enough since you moved out to Fox Grove. Stop being a hermit and let's hang out, since mom and dad aren't here."
Adam's head was tilted to one side, his eyes wide and questioning. Jason couldn't keep his eyes from his little brother's lips, slightly parted, his mouth looking as soft and sweet as candy.
His brain focused on what Adam was saying. "Mom and dad aren't here? Where'd they go? I thought they'd stay in, in this weather." He shook his head, gesturing towards the snow that was still coming down outside the living room window. "They won't be able to get back home, if this keeps up."
"They're over near Schaumberg, at grandma and grandpa's house." Adam nodded as he followed the movement of Jason's hand, his eyes going to the falling snow. "So they'll probably be gone at least until it stops snowing and the roads get cleared off tomorrow. We've got the whole house to ourselves." His eyes twinkled, his smile mischievous.
"And .... you want to have a party or something?" Jason laughed, shaking his head. "I doubt anybody else wants to go out in this mess, either."
Adam looked a little more serious, sighing and leaning back against the couch cushions. "No, not a party. Everybody's pretty much doing their own thing, and besides, the weather's too bad to expect anybody to drive if they don't have to. No, I just figured we could hang out. Make a pizza, watch a movie. Talk. It's been a while since we've done that."
There's a lot more I'd rather do with you than talk, Jason thought, his eyes widening as he stared at Adam. It was a good thing his little brother couldn't read minds, he said to himself, feeling his cheeks grow warm with a blush that he couldn't control.
The younger boy looked amused, brushing his knuckled against his brother's cheek and laughing a little. "What are you looking so embarrassed about? I didn't think talking was beyond you."
Was this the time? Could he throw caution to the winds? And most importantly of all -- would Adam hate him? What would he think .... his older brother professing desire for him, wanting him? Would he be disgusted? Freaked out? Pissed off?
Jason's mind was spinning in what felt like a thousand different directions at once. And each direction ended up converging at the same place. There were familial bonds that he knew shouldn't be broken, and one part of his mind acknowledged that. But desire was stronger than any other bond in his life, any other thought in his mind.
Without stopping to think of what he was doing, he leaned over until his face was a hair's-breadth away from Adam's, reaching out to curl his hand around the back of the younger boy's neck. He could feel the soft hair there, the vulnerability, the softness of Adam's skin. The scent of him, the feel of him. So close .... all he had to do was reach out.
It was now or never.
Jason lowered his mouth to Adam's, at the same time moving his arms around his little brother's waist to pull the boy's thin, willowy body against his own. He'd always been stronger than Adam; the younger boy couldn't struggle, wouldn't be able to push him away. He was caught, whether he wanted to be or not. And Jason wasn't going to let him go.
The kiss was hot, searing; the taste of Adam's mouth seemed to permeate Jason's entire body, his senses reeling from finally achieving at least a small part of what he'd longed to do for so long. And this was just the beginning, his fevered mind screamed. Only the beginning ....
It seemed to go on forever, until Jason finally lifted his head and pulled his mouth away from Adam's. His eyes searched his little brother's face, seeing shock and a little fear written there. And .... desire? Or was he just imagining that Adam could want him?
Adam's eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his thin body trembling a bit in his brother's arms. His lips were parted, slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss, a pink flush in his cheeks, hair disheveled. Jason thought he had never looked more beautiful.
He'd never wanted his brother more than he did in that moment.
When Adam spoke, his voice sounded young, fearful, and questioning.
"Jase?"
The single syllable hung in the air between them.