David Tennant is Love. (ex_classifie290) wrote in hoodies, @ 2008-03-24 17:31:00 |
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Sleeping With Giants, Part 3
Title: Sleeping With Giants, Part 03: Slow Down
Rating: NC-17 -- Part 03 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.
Adam continued to stare up at Jason, his look both disbelieving and cautious. Jason could only imagine what was going through his little brother's mind -- well, whatever it was, it probably wasn't too far from what he himself was thinking. But Adam was obviously looking it in a very different light than he was.
Leaning down, he whispered into Adam's ear, his tongue lightly flicking out to circle the sensitive lobe. "Don't be scared, babe. I promise, I won't hurt you. This was inevitable, you know .... and if you're honest with yourself, you'll admit we both wanted it."
Adam shook his head, the tears that had been threatening to spill over finally breaking free and trickling down his cheeks. "N-no, Jase .... we can't. It doesn't matter if we want to. It's wrong, you know it is. You shouldn't even be thinking of me like that."
Jason tilted his head to one side, affecting a quizzical look. "Why not? It's only society that says it's wrong, Adam. I know in my heart that it's not. I know that what I feel for you is a lot purer and truer and stronger than what a lot of people feel for the ones they supposedly 'love.'"
Okay, so that wasn't necessarily true, he told himself inwardly, holding back a sigh. What he felt for his little brother was more rooted in good old-fashioned lust than anything else. And if he was going to tell Adam to be honest with himself, then he might as well do the same thing.
But .... he loved Adam. This wasn't all about the physical side of what he wanted. He didn't just want Adam's body. He wanted his love.
Oh, he knew that Adam loved him in the way that family members loved each other. But that wasn't the kind of love he wanted. No, he wanted something deeper, more primal. He wanted something .... physical.
And he'd get it. It might not be love -- but it would be close enough to suit Jason. In the deepest part of himself, he was absolutely positive that Adam wanted this as much as he did. And he was going to pull that confession out of his little brother somehow. Now. Today. He'd waited long enough for this. He felt like he'd waited his whole life.
He'd pushed his feelings away, kept them down. He'd tried to look at Adam as being just a cute kid, just the little brother who he cared about in the usual way. But it was time for that to end. He was tired of trying to hide his feelings, trying to deny they existed.
Jason didn't care if how he felt was wrong to everybody else in the world. It was right to him. Nothing else mattered.
Adam was still pinned beneath him, his thin body trapped under Jason's heavier weight. Jason eased himself to a sitting position, reaching down to cup Adam's face in both hands. His thumbs stroked over the soft skin of his younger brother's cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Adam's again, the kiss not so demanding as the others had been -- this time, he was trying to be as gentle and as seductive as he possibly could. This was an opportunity, one that he wasn't going to let slip through his fingers.
"Just relax, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing Adam's as he spoke. "Let the world go. Don't think about what anybody else might say. Just think with your body, not with your mind."
With those words, Jason stood up in one graceful movement, looking down at his little brother. He could feel the lust, the desire, stirring in him again, his eyes taking in Adam's half-naked body, nude from the waist down, his t-shirt still covering his upper body. He knew what he wanted. And nothing was going to stop him from having it.
Leaning down quickly, before Adam could have a chance to move off the couch, he slid one strong arm under his younger brother's knees, the other behind Adam's back, lifting him off the couch and literally tossing him over one shoulder. It was a good thing he kept in shape, Jason thought to himself. Adam was lighter than some of the weights he worked out with.
The younger Siska squirmed and kicked, his hands curling into small fists, wanting to strike out at his older brother but not quite daring to. "Jase, put me down! This is crazy. What are you doing?"
Jason laughed softly, heading towards the stairs to go up to his bedroom. One arm wrapped around Adam's legs, holding the younger boy firmly in place; the other hand landed a stinging slap on Adam's ass. "Don't ask any questions, Adam. Just accept this. You know you want it as much as I do."
Adam let out a squeal of indignation, trying to twist around enough to make Jason put him down. "Stop it! Do you think I won't scream bloody murder if you try to do anything? What the hell are you thinking, Jase? What's gotten into you?"
Jason's only answer was to let his hand move up, his fingers brushing between the younger boy's ass cheeks. Adam gasped, squirming, but still didn't try to hit him. Jason could only take that a good sign. Maybe Adam wouldn't struggle -- at least not too much.
By now, Jason was at the top of the stairs, turning the corner to go down the hall and into his bedroom. He shut the door behind him, then turned and let his little brother fall inelegantly onto his bed. Adam hit the mattress with a soft "oof" sound, the breath not quite knocked out of him.
Jason stood looking down at his younger brother, one eyebrow raised in question. "And do you think I won't gag you if you try to scream?"
Adam sat up, propping himself up on his elbows and shaking his head. "Okay, Jase, that's enough. You've had your fun. You've successfully scared the shit out of me. Now open the door and let's go watch a movie or something."
Jason let out a snort of laughter, lowering himself to the bed in one sinuous movement and straddling Adam's slender body, pushing his brother back against the pillows. "'Or something'? What would that something be?" His voice was low and husky as he ran one hand through Adam's soft hair, his fingers catching in the tawny curls and pulling his brother's head back so that Adam was forced to look up at him. "What if I want that something to be making love to you?"
Adam's eyes narrowed, but his voice, shaky and high-pitched, betrayed his sudden fear. "I'll scream. I swear I will."
Another snort of laughter from Jason. "No, you won't, baby brother. I'll make sure of that."
He could feel Adam tensing underneath him, his muscles bunching as though he was getting ready to try to bolt off the bed and make a run for the door. Jason pushed him down, clamping one hand over his brother's mouth as he reached for the table by the bed, pulling open the drawer and fumbling inside for a moment.
Ah, there they were. Just the thing.
The handcuffs were shiny and new, the silver metal gleaming in the light from the open window. Jason snapped one around Adam's left wrist, dragging his brother's arms above his head. Looping the chain between the cuffs around the metal bedframe, he clicked them shut around Adam's other wrist, imprisoning him.
And he'd managed to do it with one hand. If he hadn't been preoccupied with what he was doing, Jason would have given himself a pat on the back and mental congratulations.
Adam's eyes had widened in shock, the soft sounds he was making behind Jason's hand over his mouth getting louder. He had to do something to shut his brother up. The last thing he wanted was for him to scream. Nobody could see what was going on -- good thing his room was at the back of the house -- but Adam might be able to yell loud enough to be heard.
Rummaging in the drawer again, Jason retrieved a black bandana from the depths, pleased that it was already folded over a few times. It only took a few second to wrap it around Adam's mouth and knot it at the back of his head, effectively silencing him. Now the only thing in his way was the shirt that his little brother still wore ....
Reaching down to take a handful of the fabric in one hand, Jason curled his fingers into a fist -- and pulled. The fabric gave way with a ripping sound, and he pulled the remnanants of Adam's shirt away from his body, leaving the younger boy naked under him. Naked and helpless.
Jason sat back on his haunches with a look of triumph, letting his eyes roam over Adam's nude body. Finally .... finally. What he'd wanted for so long was going to happen -- with or without Adam's consent. He'd come too far with this to turn back now.
The only sound in the room was Adam's ragged breathing, punctuated by a slight sob at the end of each indrawn gasp.
Jason ran his hands down Adam's sides, letting them rest on the slight swell of his hips. Looking down, he smiled, raising his eyes to meet Adam's frightened ones. He had his little brother right where he wanted him. Where he'd wanted him for a long time.
"Now," Jason whispered, his gaze catching and holding Adam's, "I think we should get down to business."