David Tennant is Love. (ex_classifie290) wrote in hoodies, @ 2008-03-27 22:04:00 |
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Sleeping With Giants, Part 4
Title: Sleeping With Giants, Part 04: Checkmarks
Rating: NC-17 for the whole thing -- Part 4 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 didn't know just how long he sat there, staring down at his little brother, letting his eyes roam over Adam's nude body. Finally, it dawned on him that there was something wrong with this picture. Adam was completely naked -- and he was still fully clothed.
Well, he'd have to remedy that situation, wouldn't he?
Trailing one hand down the center of Adam's chest, Jason smirked at the younger boy before moving to the side of the bed and getting to his feet. He reached for the hem of his shirt, grasping it and pulling it over his head and off, taking note of the widening of Adam's eyes, the small, frightened sound from the back of his throat.
If he was reacting like this to seeing his brother shirtless, what was he going to do when Jason took off his pants? From the looks of things, he'd either have a seizure or pass out.
Jason fervently hoped that neither scenario would happen. After all, if his brother did either of those things, then it wasn't very likely that he'd be getting what he wanted today -- or any other day, once the perfect opportunity had slipped through his fingers.
His eyes met Adam's as his hands went to his belt buckle, working it loose and moving his hand down to lower the zipper on his jeans. Adam's dark eyes flew downwards, and he swallowed convulsively behind the gag. Jason was tempted to do a little striptease -- just to give his little brother something to look at. But Adam looked so young, so scared, that he didn't have the heart to tease him.
Jason let his jeans fall to the ground, stepping out of them and getting back onto the bed in one smooth movement. He didn't press himself against Adam, even though every fiber of his being was screaming that he wanted to get closer. No, he needed to take this slowly.
He had to make Adam relax, to melt away his resistance. If he didn't, then this was going to be a lot more painful for the younger Siska than it needed to be -- more painful that Jason wanted it to be. He didn't want to hurt Adam, after all. Jason just .... wanted him.
Adam was staring at Jason -- but not at his face. His eyes were focused lower down on his brother's body, a stifled sob coming from behind the gag before he squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face to the side. Jason sighed softly, placing a hand on his little brother's cheek. Somehow, he had to calm Adam's fears, or this would be a lot harder than it had to be.
"Hey, don't look so scared," he murmured, stroking his hand down the soft, smooth skin of his brother's face. Adam didn't answer, merely sniffled, and Jason let out another sigh. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Adam ...." Jason reached to take his younger brother's chin in his hand, turning Adam's face firmly back to look at him. "Look. I think we both knew this was inevitable. There's always been an attraction between us, even if you didn't want to admit it. Come on, you know it's there."
He held his breath, his eyes searching Adam's face. Finally, the younger Siska shut his eyes -- and gave a barely perceptible nod.
Another sigh, this one almost explosive, slipped from Jason's lips. Finally. At last. He'd known that Adam just needed to admit to the attraction -- even though he'd had his doubts if the desire could break through his sibling's stubborn clining to what he thought was "right." There had to be a way to get Adam out of that mind-set ....
"If I take this off, will you promise not to scream?" he said, his fingers hooking over the black cloth covering Adam's mouth. He really didn't want to keep his little brother gagged. No, he wanted to hear him moan and call out his name -- well, when things progressed to that point, anyway.
Adam nodded, his eyes wide as he looked up at Jason. A gasp came from him as the bandana was pulled away from his mouth, and he ran his tongue over dry lips before he tried to speak.
"Jase .... I .... Are you sure nobody's gonna find out?" The worried note in Adam's voice almost made Jason want to laugh. It sounded like his little brother was more worried about people knowing what was going on between them than what was actually going to happen.
He shook his head, a smile curving his lips as he hurriedly reassured his brother. "No, baby, nobody's gonna find out. Not from me, anyway." He lowered his lips to Adam's ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe. "I want to keep what happens between us all to myself. I won't share you with anybody."
Adam couldn't keep himself from squirming a little, and giggling tentatively as his older brother's warm breath brushed his skin. "I .... I always kind of wondered what it would be like to ...." His voice trailed off, a blush rising in his cheeks. Jason watched, fascinated, as that blush seemed to spread down Adam's throat to his chest.
"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, unable to resist kissing Adam again. His lips were so inviting, so intoxicating .... It was easy to get lost in the feeling of kissing him. Even if there were other things Jason wanted to do, kissing was always a priority.
"So are you," Adam whispered, the muscles in his upper arms straining as he pulled at the handcuffs holding his wrists imprisoned above his head. "Let me go, please? I want to touch you, Jase."
Jason raised an eyebrow, sitting back on his haunches again. "Uh-uh. I like looking at you like this -- all helpless and at my mercy," he teased, hoping that his words weren't going to scare Adam. "Just trust me, okay? I promise, I won't hurt you."
Adam pouted, his lower lip jutting out in the childish, adorable look that had always made Jason smile. But at least he didn't look scared, the older Siska thought to himself, releasing a mental breath. The last thing he needed was to have Adam freaking out on him.
"I just .... didn't expect my first time to be like this," Adam whispered, turning his face to the side again, the blush rising in his cheeks again. "I always imagined it'd be something really romantic, not me being handcuffed to a bed."
The unspoken words hung in the air between them. And not with my older brother. Jason chose to ignore the implication.
"I promise, babe, it's not going to hurt more than a few seconds." His voice was as soft and soothing as he could make it, the words sounding a little strangled. He was having a hard time getting them out, caught up in an almost overwhelming tide of desire.
How could his little brother make him feel like this? And how could anybody think that anything this powerful could be wrong? If it was wrong, then they'd both burn for it -- well, if you could believe the things religious people insisted were true.
He didn't care. Right now, the only thing he cared about was losing himself in his brother's body.
Jason stretched out next to Adam, moving his hand down, tracing circles around the tender flesh around Adam's navel. Now that he'd gotten his little brother over the first hurdle of admitting that this was what he wanted, he could ease him into the next thing that would happen.
"Don't even think about what's going to happen, baby," he whispered, his other hand brushing a few tawny curls away from Adam's forehead. "Just think about how good it feels. Concentrate on that, and everything else will just fall into place."
Well, he hoped it would, anyway.
Jason stretched out next to Adam, his mind racing ahead to what was going to take place between them. It was going to be hard to hold himself back -- but he would. He wanted to make this as good for Adam as he possibly could.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, almost not daring to believe in his good fortune. This was it. This was the culmination of years of fantasy, years of yearning for what he didn't think he'd ever have. Now it was his -- and he was grabbing the opportunity with both hands.