David Tennant is Love. (ex_classifie290) wrote in hoodies, @ 2008-03-22 16:34:00 |
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Current music: | Time Won't Let Me Go -- the Bravery |
Title: Sleeping With Giants, Part 02: Same Blood
Rating: NC-17, Part 02 is R.
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.
Jason couldn't take his eyes off Adam's face; his younger brother was staring up at him with such a look of incredulity on his face that the older Siska didn't know if he should laugh the whole thing off, or simply lean down to kiss Adam again, even more fiercely and possessively than he had the first time. It was a hard decision to make ....
But not an impossible one. And Jason wasn't one to let his scruples win out over his needs.
Leaning over, he pressed his lips against Adam's again, gently at first and then with more pressure. The kiss was more demanding than the first one had been; Jason couldn't make himself pull back, and even the thought that he might be scaring Adam half to death wouldn't have been able to make him stop. He was too far gone, his mind spinning, his body starting to work on auto-pilot and take over his higher brain functions.
Adam didn't try to pull away from him, and Jason took that as a good sign. There was no struggling, no crying out, no turning away of his face. There was only a soft, startled whimper when Jason coaxed his mouth open and the kiss deepened; the ragged breathing, the trembling of his thin body.
The older Siska finally broke the kiss and sat up, shaking his hair back from his face and taking a deep breath. Well, so far, so good -- Adam didn't seem too freaked out, not yet. Shocked, maybe, but he probably thought it was a joke. How wrong he was.
Jason relaxed his grip on his brother, convinced now that Adam wasn't going to try to squirm away from him. His hands moved to the hem of Adam's t-shirt, pushing the fabric up, exposing his pale, porcelain skin little by little as Jason inched the shirt up his body. His eyes moved over that expanse of skin, his fingers itching to follow the path that his eyes were taking. Soon, Jason told himself, soon ....
Leaning down, he murmured into Adam's ear, hoping that his little brother was still too confused and shocked not to do what he said. "Raise your arms up over your head, baby doll, so I can get your shirt off." His voice was soft, husky, almost purring, as seductive as he could make it sound.
"J-Jase ...." Adam stammered, staring up at his older brother, his dark eyes impossibly wide. "We can't do this .... N-no, don't," he gasped when Jason's fingers brushed against one candy-pink nipple. "This is crazy .... come on, get off me, let me up and we'll forget this happened."
Jason smiled, shaking his head and leaning down to brush his lips against the softness of Adam's cheek. "We can do this. We're alone in the house, there's no reason why we can't. All you have to do is give in to your feelings, baby brother. Just say yes."
His head dipped lower, the wet warmth of his tongue lapping over one small nipple. Jason felt triumphant when he heard Adam's indrawn hiss of breath, felt the flesh beneath his lips harden. So Adam's nipples were one of his erogenous zones, were they? He could work with that.
Adam gasped again, his thin body arching up, a soft moan escaping from his lips. Jason raised his head, quirking an eyebrow at his little brother. "You can't lie to yourself, Adam," he said softly, moving a hand over the soft, smooth skin of the younger boy's stomach, his fingers stopping at the waistband of Adam's sweatpants. "You like this. You want this. Your body's saying yes. It's just your mind that says no."
Adam shook his head, tears gathering in his eyes. "I .... you .... we ...." He seemed lost for words for a few moments, finally murmuring, "We're brothers, Jase. Doing something like this is wrong. It feels good, but -- that doesn't make it right."
Jason frowned, leaning down to circle his tongue around first one sensitive nipple, then the other. "You can't deny that you like this," he murmured against the boy's skin, pressing kisses down Adam's body, swirling his tongue around the younger Siska's navel. "Just concentrate on how it feels, babe. Don't think about anything else."
"J-Jase .... no ...." Adam's voice sounded shaky now, his hands moving down to try to push Jason's mouth away. "We can't .... just .... just stop, okay?" His hands were shaking as much as his voice.
So that definitely wasn't working. Well, there were more ways than one to be convincing. Jason moved his hands down Adam's sides, stopping at the slight swell of his hips and hooking his fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants that seemed to cling to Adam's body. Slowly, he started to pull them down over the narrow hips.
Adam let out another shocked gasp, his hands trying ineffectually to stop Jason from pulling his pants down. "Jase! This isn't funny any more! What the hell are you doing?" His voice sounded more desperate now, panicked.
"I'm doing what I've wanted to do for a long time, little brother," Jason breathed, tugging at the fabric until it slipped down over Adam's hips and down his slim thighs, to pool around his ankles. Jason drew his breath in, almost unable to breathe. This was what he'd wanted to feast his eyes on, right here in front of him, spread out before his eyes.
"Oh god, Adam .... you're beautiful," Jason whispered, leaning down again to press another soft, almost reverent, kiss against his younger brother's stomach. Jason rested his head against Adam's shoulder, his eyes closed, one hand moving between the younger boy's thighs. Finally, to be able to touch what he'd always fantasized about -- it almost took his breath away.
His fingers curled around Adam's cock, at first barely touching, then tightening and clasping firmly. His thumb rubbed against the tender tip, drawing a sobbing gasp from Adam that almost sounded like a moan. Jason much preferred to think of it as a moan of pleasure than anything else.
He didn't know how long they laid there, Adam's ragged breathing almost breaking on a soft sob every few seconds, his hips jerking up with each tiny, almost imperceptible movement of Jason's thumb across the sensitive tip of his cock. "Don't cry, baby," Jason murmured, moving his head to kiss away the salty tears on Adam's cheeks. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"N-no ...." Adam's voice was hesitant, still a little scared, as if he didn't quite know what to say. "It .... it feels good," he whispered, sounding like he didn't want to say the words aloud.
"I can make you feel better than this," Jason whispered, feeling Adam's slender body tense under his. He knew what was going through his younger brother's mind -- and he was absolutely sure that what Adam was thinking was exactly in line with what he was planning to do.
"There's nothing to be scared of, Adam," Jason whispered, propping himself up on one elbow and using his free hand to brush the damp hair away from Adam's forehead. "It might hurt for a few seconds, but after that, it'll be good. I promise you."
Adam's eyes widened, and he shook his head again, almost frantically. "N-no, Jase .... you can't .... you're not serious, are you?" His eyes searched his brother's face, pleading for Jason to say no, wanting to believe this was all a joke that didn't mean anything.
Damn. He'd have to put up with some resistance, after all. Well, he should have expected it -- but he was sure that he'd be able to melt that resistance down, eventually. Even if it took all his finesse and a longer time than he'd thought it would. He raised an eyebrow, tensing his muscles and preparing to restrain Adam if he tried to pull away.
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life."