"Forever Charmed" uses characters from the Aaron Spelling TV show, "Charmed". Spelling Enterprises; all rights reserved. I do not own most of these characters. I, however, do own some, but the main Halliwells belong to Aaron Spelling.
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"Forever Charmed"
Opening: "Aftershock"
I sat in class, still thinking about the previous night's events. The feeling of tasting Chris' cock in my mouth. The way I moaned as he sucked me off. Feeling him slide in and out of my ass. I felt my cock begin to twinge in my jeans and tried to push the memory away before it started to cause strain in my denims. Damn, that was difficult.
I looked at my Geography assignment and tried to concentrate on it, but all I could picture was Chris' face. How it looked when he was over me. How it felt to kiss him and have him near me. I didn't know what was going on. Definitely "love stoned" for sure. I knew Chris was in Math class at the current moment and probably was as bored and reminiscent as I was. No time like the present then now to see if I could bother him.
"Hey sexy"; I thought. "What are you up to?"
After a few seconds, I saw something glow in my desk. I looked inside and saw a piece of paper. I pulled it out and on it was a letter from Chris.
"Nothing much, actually. Bored, horny, missing you."
Chris and I had started this form of communication about a couple of weeks before. I would send a message to him telepathically and he would respond by orbing me a letter. Usually, if no one was around, I would just orb him back a response or speak to him through thoughts.
"I miss you, too"; I wrote back. "I still feel you, babe. This is a little weird."
I was about to send the letter back when suddenly, I heard someone giggle. The odd thing was that it wasn't anyone around me. I looked around and all of the other students were doing their assignments, except for a guy in the back of the class, sleeping.
"Chris, do me a favor"; I sent out through my mind. "Think something. Anything."
It was a bit fuzzy in my mind, but I could make out, "Think... what... Baby?"
"Chris...I think I can hear you. You just laughed a bit ago, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Bobby Simmons just tripped on his way to hand in an assignment. You could hear that?"
"Yeah! And I can hear you now, obviously! What the hell is going on? Is this a new power or something?"
"It might be"; Chris responded. "Can you hear anyone else's thoughts around you?"
"Hold on a second; let me try."
I looked at Terry Jacks, the school's quarterback, sitting behind me. He was so hot, but very monosyllabic when it came to expressing his feelings. He sat there, reading over his work. As hard as I could, I tried to put all of my energies towards him. He looked my way and I smiled a bit. He gave me an odd smirk and looked back at his book.
"Nope. Guess it's just you. What is this all about?"
"I don't know, babe, but it's still kind of cool. Meet me in the bathroom. I really want to see you."
I licked my lips and smiled. "Be there in a few."
I raised my hand and asked to be excused to the restroom. I went to the teacher's desk, grabbed the pass and left to the third-floor boys' room.
After I entered the bathroom and realized there was no one there; I called out, "Chris, are you here?"
"Yeah; middle stall."
I walked to the middle stall and opened the door. Chris pulled me inside and shut the door.
"Hey, baby."
Chris responded with a kiss. A very sensual one at that.
"Damn, thank you!"; I responded to that.
"Sorry about that. I've been wanting to do that all morning"; Chris replied.
"Well, I'm not complaining. I've wanted the same thing."
"I know"; he said as he tapped his temple. "Remember?"
I nodded and smiled.
"And I guess you know the feeling now. When did this whole "reading my thoughts" happen?"
"I'm not sure, actually. Hell, I still don't even know if it's real or I'm just bugging out."
Chris looked directly at me and thought, "Well, can you hear me right now?"
I looked back at him and said through thoughts, "Yeah; much clearer. This is so cool, even though I can only hear you right now."
"Well, who knows. Maybe your powers may grow. We'll see in time, I guess."
"I guess so"; I said out loud. "This is wicked cool, though."
"Definitely"; Chris responded. "We're even more connected now."
I moved closer to where Chris stood and put my arms around him. "Let's see how connected we can get."
He smiled and kissed me. At first, it was a bit soft, but he eventually slid his tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated. I had him pressed against the wall of the stall. We started to really get into it and then, I stopped him.
"Always trying to stop before we get anywhere, huh?" he asked.
"Well, we are in a public bathroom in our school. Someone may actually have to use the restroom, you know!"
Chris smirked and said, "Really?"
He walked out of the stall and looked at the door, "So no one will come in here and suspect/block this bathroom from all the rest."
I heard a couple of loud clicks and saw a light surround the bathroom door. Chris walked to it and twisted the knob, clearly locked.
"Um, isn't this that whole personal gain thing that Mama warned us about?"
"Fuck it"; he said as he walked back into the stall. "You're sexy and we're both horny. It's for both of us anyway... so it's not really that personal."
"I like your way of thinking"; I said as I continued to kiss him. We back up into the wall of the stall and I pressed my entire body against Chris'. I lifted my hand under his shirt and felt his soft skin on his torso. He did the same to my back as I started to moan while we continued to kiss. Suddenly, it felt like my cock was rock hard, as was his. I needed more of him. I moved my hands down to his jeans and unbuckled them. I yanked the zipper down and his jeans fell right off; exposing his 7 ¾ inch dick; just as hard as mine was; leaking pre-cum.
I backed away from his lips and smirked. "Going commando, huh?"
"Well, I prefer the term "easy access""; he responded.
I got on my knees and licked at the tip of his cock; tasting his sweet juice as it crossed my tongue. He moaned loudly and the sound caused my cock to leak. I took him into my mouth completely.
"Holy fuck"; Chris whimpered slightly.
"You taste so fucking good, baby"; I thought as I started to move my head a bit faster. Chris eased his hands to the back of my head and ran them through my hair. It felt so good to feel his dick run over my tongue back and forth and back again. I started to move faster and suck harder; wanting nothing more than to have Chris' cum run down my throat. My pre-cum kept flowing through my dick as well and I decided to pull it out of my jeans before I had a big wet stain on the front of my jeans. That would've been fun to explain in the middle of the day while at school. I jerked in the same speed as I sucked Chris off; his moans and whispers getting more constant and louder. I knew I would have my prize soon enough.
"Oh, Pete. I'm going to cum. I'm going to..."; Chris said loudly. My cock started to twinge and I felt my orgasm come for me as well. I glanced up at Chris as he leaned his head back against the stall. Soon enough; he started to become covered in orbs. I didn't know how to stop him from doing that; I only hoped that he wouldn't orb somewhere else. I noticed that I as well soon became covered in orbs. I didn't care; what I was doing was feeling too damn good.
I felt Chris spurt his first shot of cum into my mouth and that instantly started my jets as well. I kept sucking Chris and jerking myself faster as my dick released its juice all over my hand and all over the bathroom floor. Chris' dick spurted even more cum, each jet as powerful as the one before it. After about 5 or 6 of them; his orgasm subsided, as had mine. I swallowed every drop of his tangy juice and enjoyed every drop of it. Nothing had ever tasted better.
He looked down at me, no longer covered in orbs and smiled. "Damn, baby."
I eased my mouth of his softening cock and smiled back. "Damn yourself. Look at the mess you made me make."
I stood back up and he grabbed my hand and licked some of it. "Most delicious mess ever, if I say so."
I moved forward and kissed him passionately; our leftover cum in each other's mouths passing back and forth. It was so erotic, I'm surprised neither one of us came instantly once again. After about a minute of that, I eased back and smiled at him.
"Love you, baby"; he said.
"I love you more"; I responded. "How long do you think we've been gone for?"
"Who gives a fuck?"; Chris said. "This was much better than any Math lesson."
"Well"; I said, "one horny boy, plus one boyfriend of said horny boy equals loads of fun."
"I think I like your math much better"; he responded as he gave me a quick kiss.
"We should really clean ourselves up"; I said as I looked at my hand and his lips, still a bit smeared of my jizz.
We walked to the sink and started to clean ourselves. I grabbed some tissue from the stall and started to wipe the excess cum from my dick, as did Chris. We were done after a few minutes and started to leave when Chris tapped my shoulder.
"Yeah, baby"; I asked.
"What about that"; he said as he pointed behind us. I looked back towards the stall and still saw a pool of cum that came from my dick.
I laughed and said, "Fuck it. Let someone else clean it up. I'm not the only horny boy in this school. They'll think someone was whacking themselves."
"Well, they won't be too wrong"; Chris said back to me. I smiled and grabbed his arm to pull him closer towards me. I kissed him once again. We started to really get into it, when suddenly we heard the door unlock. We stopped dead in our tracks.
"What the fuck..."; Chris started.
The door opened and Wyatt walked in and closed the door behind him. He had his book bag in front of him and looked a bit upset; but strangely not at the same time.
"What did you two do?'; Wyatt asked as the door locked itself once again.
"What makes you think we did anything"; Chris asked. "We could've just been in the bathroom at the same time."
"Well, let's see"; Wyatt started. "First off; Pete, your hair is muffled and your face is flushed; as is Chris'."
"Doesn't mean anything"; I said. "It is a bit warm today."
"Uh-huh"; Wyatt said. "Then, explain this."
Wyatt moved his bag from in front of him. On the front of his jeans was a big wet spot. And it ran right down his leg.
Chris and I leaned into each other and laughed hysterically. We actually had to hold each other from falling. We regained our composure and looked at Wyatt.
"Couldn't make it to the bathroom in time?"; Chris countered.
"Fuck outta here, bro. This isn't piss and you know it. I'm sitting in the middle of class reading my book and the next thing you know, I start to feel good. Like REALLY good. My dick gets hard and I almost started panting. Like my cock had a mind of it's own. A few minutes later, I start to shoot. Without touching it or someone else touching it. Care to explain that?"
Chris and I looked at each other and then back at Wyatt. "Nope. No idea."; we responded in unison, and then started to giggle again.
Wyatt still looked mad, but we could tell it was being forced. "This isn't funny, you guys. It was kind of embarrassing. Luckily, if we're feeling sick in History class, we can run right out and go to the bathroom rather than ask to. I grabbed my bag and ran right out of there."
"Sorry, bro"; I said, finally breaking the charade. "We kind of were a bit happy about something and we couldn't help ourselves."
"We got to learn how to control ourselves better"; Chris added.
"I'm glad I always bring an extra pair or jeans with me"; Wyatt said as he walked past us. He opened his bag and pulled out a pair and placed them on the windowsill. He then took off the "ruined" pair. As he slid them down, he still had a bit of an erection and his cock was peeking out of his boxers. Chris started to laugh, but then stopped suddenly. I had never started laughing and we both became transfixed on the sight before us. For some reason, Wyatt was really turning us on is his state of arousal. Chris snapped out of his first as Wyatt glanced back at us.
"Is something else wrong?"; Wyatt responded with a smirk.
"No...no...nothing at all."; Chris said. He poked me in my side and that snapped me out of my trance. "Baby"; he said, "we should go."
I finally realized what we had both been doing. "Oh. Sorry, Wyatt. We'll see you later."
"Well, wait for me to change first. I don't want anyone walking in while I'm changing and the spell you have on the door is still holding. I only was able to open it long enough for me to walk in." He pulled down his boxers and walked to the sink. His cock looked really good and Chris and I had to turn ourselves around before we said or did anything.
"Baby"; Chris thought out loud. "Can you still hear my thoughts?"
"Yeah, much clearer now"; I responded back silently.
"Um... why are we staring at my brother?"
"I don't know, but we need to stop."
"Definitely"; Chris said back to me.
We heard the water run and Wyatt giggle a bit as he cleaned himself. A few seconds later, he was cleaned and dressed. "OK, ready to go."; he said.
He walked back to us and said, "So, Chris, I know this was your doing. How do you undo it?"
Chris smiled and said, "Door unlock/No magic block".
I started to say, "No fucking way" and got to the "no fuck" part of the sentence when I heard the door unlock and the invisible shield reappear for a second and disappear completely.
"You were saying something?"; Chris asked.
"Nope"; I responded. "Just that we should go back to class."
Chris kissed me really quickly and said, "After you, babe."
"That was so hot"; I heard in my head. I realized I recognized the voice as Wyatt's, but didn't say anything. I opened the door and went back to class, a lot more satisfied, but way more confused than ever.
Chapter 7: "Surprise!"
Chris and I had been together a bit more than a month and everything was still going great. We grew closer by the minute and Wyatt was our closest confidant. We just about spent all of our time together; well, except when it was time for Wyatt to get going. We were a bit weird around him after our little experience in the bathroom at school. Chris and I tried our best to not do anything of a romantic or sexual nature in front of him. We didn't always succeed, but more times than not, we were able to avoid it.
It was 2 weeks before Christmas, which coincidentally was the weekend of Chris' birthday. We were lying in bed together, just cuddling. Due to our constant practicing of magic, we weren't always able to just relax and be a couple. Chris had his arms around me and I was lying on his chest. We were both shirtless because we liked being against each other and feeling each other's warmth.
"So"; Chris asked. "What are you going to do for my birthday?"
I looked up and him and smiled. "I really don't know yet. Was I supposed to be doing something?"
"Yes! You are my boyfriend. You have to do something special. Isn't it in the "boyfriend's oath" or something?"
I laughed a bit and swatted him on the stomach. "Yep. Rule #1. "Thou shall make sure boyfriend's 18th birthday is like no other."
"See?"
I moved up and looked directly at him. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see what I get you."
Chris looked at me strongly and tried to read my thoughts.
"Nice try, baby. I've been practicing ways to keep you and Wyatt away from my thoughts. And as you can see, it's working. So..." I stuck out my tongue at him.
He started to pout a bit. "I should've never taught you how to do that."
"Yeah. I'm hip to that pouting game as well. That won't work either."
He started to laugh a bit and moved forward to kiss me. It was passionate and deep. His tongue worked it's away across mine as he rubbed my back and pulled me closer. I did the same to him.
"Well?"; he asked.
"Nope, still not telling you anything. I hope you like surprises."
He rolled me over and got on top of me. "I have ways of making you talk."
He leaned into me and started to kiss me more passionately. He ran his hand across the side of my waist and started to rock into me. I started to moan a bit as I felt my dick start to get hard. With each pass of Chris' light thrusts, I could feel his 7 ¾ inches come to life. It started to get a bit heavy when we heard a knock on the door.
"Damn"; he said as he rolled off of me and groaned. I knew that Chris, Wyatt and I were the only ones home, so it had to be Wyatt at the door. I got up and grabbed my shirt off of the floor.
"Come in, bro"; Chris said as he grabbed his shirt as well. Wyatt walked in a bit sweaty with his basketball gear on.
"Hey, bro"; I said to Wyatt as he walked in. "Good game?"
"Yeah, it was cool"; he said as he took a seat in the chair in front of Wyatt's desk. He turned it around to face us. "Would've been better if SOME PEOPLE would've played with me."
"Come on, Wy"; Chris said as he stood up. "You know I really don't play much and Pete and I don't get to relax as much as we want to."
"Yeah. Relax. That's why you're both shirtless and laying in bed. Because you're relaxing"; he said with a giggle.
I threw a pillow at Wyatt and he dodged it. "We were just cuddling, dude. Fuck outta here."
"Whatever, bitch"; he threw back at me with a smile. Damn, his smile was really cute. I pushed the thought away. Chris glanced at me with a weird look. Guess he heard what I said.
"Sorry"; I thought back at him.
"It's OK"; he said out loud.
"What's OK?"; Wyatt asked.
"Oh. Sorry. Never mind"; Chris responded.
Wyatt looked off for a minute and said, "Alright, then", before he looked back at us. "So, you guys doing anything for Chris' birthday this weekend?"
"Well, if he does, he's not telling me anything"; Chris said to him while putting his shirt on. "It's hard to get anything out of him."
"Well, it is easy to get stuff in me"; I replied with a smirk.
"OK, TMI!" ; Wyatt said with a giggle. Chris jumped on the bed and covered my mouth.
"You are no longer allowed to talk."
I licked his hand a bit and he said, "Turning me on will not allow you to talk, either."
I moved his hand away and kissed him lightly. He smiled a bit and then looked towards Wyatt.
"Oops. Sorry about that, babe"; I said to Chris.
"Sorry about what?"; Wyatt asked.
"Anyway"; I said trying to change the subject, "what about you, Wyatt? Anything you're going to do for Chris' 18th?"
"Well"; he replied, "let's just say you're not the only one who can keep a secret."
"You can't"; Chris said, "but I still can't wait to see "Another Gay Movie". It looks funny."
"Damn you and your mind reading"; Wyatt said with a smirk. I picked up something else that Wyatt was thinking, but didn't want to tell it. I just looked at Wyatt and smiled.
"Well, you two seem busy and I need a shower"; Wyatt said as he stood up. He took off his shirt as he walked towards the door. "You guys wanna do something with me later? Maybe watch a movie or something?"
I looked at Wyatt standing there shirtless, as did Chris. His body was glistening and so very hot.
"Damn"; I thought towards Chris.
"I know"; Chris responded. "We need to look at his face now."
"Yeah"; I thought. "His face."
"Right now"; Chris thought shakily.
"Well, guys?"; Wyatt asked. We both snapped out of our lust for our other brother and looked at Wyatt.
"Um, sure"; Chris said. "How about later tonight?"
"Tonight it is"; Wyatt responded with a smile. He scratched at his belly a bit; grazing his hairline that traveled into his basketball shorts. I started to glance downwards to this dick, which looked slightly erect. Chris smacked me on the arm and I snapped out of it again.
"Tonight it is"; Wyatt said with a nod and a slight smile. Oh yeah, he knew we were looking. "See you later"; he said with a wink as he left the room.
I fell back on the bed. "God. We have serious fucking issues"; I said out loud.
Chris laid down next to me and sighed. "Yep. Real serious."
I moved my head to Chris' chest once again and there we stood, without a sound and staring into the nothingness for answers.
Of course, we got no response.
"So, another birthday for the new Charmed ones?"; Pascal asked to the horde of demons in front of him. Drage stood in the front of the shrinking number of followers, listening to their leader's every word.
"I believe that we should grant a special wish for Chris. I mean, it's only right we give him a present as well. I hope he likes it." Pascal scanned the crowd for the right demon.
"Step forward, Beyince."
A demon with red skin stepped forward and bowed in front of Pascal. "I am here to serve you, my liege."
"I have a special project for you. Let's see what you can do."
Beyince smirked a sinful smile.
Chris and I were back on our way from the movies on Saturday, the day of his 18th birthday. It was a ruse to get him out of the house while the family set up. Mama Piper gave me money to get rid of Chris for at least 3 hours. Wyatt had gone with us to the movie, but ran off afterwards to pick up Chris' gift.
"So, was this a diversion to get me out of the house?"; Chris asked as we walked back to the manor. "Or was this a true date?"
"Come on, babe"; I responded with a smile. "Would I do something like that?"
"Still not giving me the slightest hint, are you?"
I looked at him with a big smile. "Not a one."
He giggled a little as we kept walking. We reached an alleyway and pulled me inside of it, away from view.
"What are you doing?"; I asked.
He smiled and said, "Well, I told you I have ways of getting what I want." He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him.
"Well, I can be pretty hard to convince."
He brought his lips to mine and we started to kiss. His tongue entered my mouth. I was loving every moment of it. I still wasn't telling him anything.
"So, the Charmed Ones are also fags"; came a voice from behind us.
We stopped kissing and looked towards the voice. There stood a demon with red skin and black eyes. He had a sick smirk on his face.
"Yep"; Chris said. "Fags that are going to kick your fucking ass."
My eye caught an iron bar lying next to the demon.
"Iron bar"; I called and the rod orbed into my hand. I hurled it at the demon and it launched itself into its shoulder. The demon stumbled back a couple of steps.
"Nice shot"; he said as he looked at the bar impaled in him. He took his other arm and pulled it out like it was nothing. "Too bad you have no power behind it."
"Let's see how much power I have"; Chris said as he orbed towards the demon. When he landed, he started to kick and punch the demon and was doing a hell of a job. He had the demon against the wall until the demon grabbed his arm in mid-punch.
"Too easy"; the demon said. "Now, let's see what's on your mind."
The demon raised its hand over Chris' head and some kind of flashing light emanated from it. Chris started to howl out in pain.
"Chris!"; I yelled as I ran towards them to fight the demon off. I was able to punch the demon in the face and he fell back; releasing its hold on Chris. Chris slumped to the floor.
I looked at the demon, who was picking himself up. I relaxed and breathed in, ready to freeze him. Just as I let the breath out, the demon laughed and shimmered away. My breath hit the wall behind where he was and became blanketed in ice.
I walked back to where Chris was. He sat there a bit dazed, but seemed OK.
"Are you alright, baby?"; I asked as I touched his face.
He looked back at me and said, "Yeah. Just hurts a bit. I'll be fine."
I helped him to stand up and he wiped the dust from his clothes.
"Damn, we become more and more alike everyday"; he said as he stood next to me and grabbed my hand.
"What do you mean"; I asked him.
"We both got attacked for demons on our birthdays." I giggled a bit and kissed him lightly.
"We need to get home"; I said.
He looked around to make sure no one else was there and said, "After you, baby."
I held his hand tight and orbed the both of us back to the manor.
"It was so easy, my liege. The one known as Chris fell right into my hands."
Beyince was back in the underworld, consorting with Pascal about his attack. Drage stood behind them; listening in to every word.
"Very good, Beyince. Did you find anything useful in his mind that could prove helpful to us?" ; Pascal asked.
"I did, in fact. For one, I found out that two of the Charmed ones are in a relationship. The ones known as Chris and Peter were kissing when I found them."
"Interesting. So, two of them are in a homosexual relationship...with each other. That could prove very useful to us"; Drage said as he walked towards the two.
"Who the hell are you and why are you talking?"; Beyince asked angrily.
"Never mind him"; Pascal said as he waved away Drage's comment. Drage looked away, obviously angered. "But, it is something we can use to our advantage."
Beyince nodded.
"So, what did you have in mind, Beyince? How do we penetrate the Charmed ones long enough to find a mean to attack them?"
"Like this"; Beyince started. He then suddenly glowed and changed his form into that of a young man.
"Let's hope your right and this works, Beyince"; Pascal said. "At least you look much better this way."
Beyince, now transformed, smiled. "It will."
Chris and I orbed directly into the attic. One reason was to be able to check the book; the other was to make sure Chris didn't witness all of the commotion downstairs.
I walked towards the Book of Shadows and groaned. "Even birthdays can't be happy occasions." I didn't notice that Chris was right behind me.
"Yes, it can be, baby. Don't let this get you down. I'm not."
I turned around and faced him. "I still feel like shit. Even if my birthday was pretty crazed, it doesn't mean yours had to be."
Chris touched my face lightly and I smiled. "This is just what our life is now, baby. I don't feel bad about it. Besides, I already have you and that's enough of a gift for my birthday. I love you, Pete."
I smiled a bit and responded, "I love you, too, Chris."
Our lips met and we kissed for a while, before he pulled me into a warm embrace. I sighed a bit and smiled as I closed my eyes. Definitely the best present ever... even if it wasn't mine.
"Ahem"; came a sound from behind us. We let go of each other and there stood Wyatt with a huge smile. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Nah"; Chris and I said in unison.
"What's going on?"; Wyatt asked as he walked to us.
"Well, we..."; I started
"Just got home"; Chris said over me. "Pete orbed us here."
"Chris"; I thought out. "I was about to tell him about the demon."
"I know you were"; he responded telepathically. "But, we can deal with his ass later. Let's try to have some fun right now, OK?"
"But..."; I continued.
"Nothing. It's my birthday and you have to do whatever I say."
"You win"; I responded with confusion, but I left it alone.
"So, you guys,"; Wyatt started; "you should come downstairs. Mom and the family are waiting for you."
"For what?"; Chris asked with a slight smile.
"Um... guess you'll have to come down and see"; Wyatt said with a wink. He turned around and walked out. He was wearing these jeans that really fit nice to his...
"Stop it"; Chris said telepathically.
"You were doing it, too!"; I responded back.
We followed him down the stairs and into the living room, where it was completely dark.
"Who turned off the lights?"; Wyatt asked with fake concern.
"Mm-hmm"; was Chris' reply. I smacked him lightly on his arm. A second later, the lights went on and there stood some of our friends from school as well as my Mom and the rest of the Halliwell's. Even Papa Leo was there.
"SURPRISE"; we all screamed out at Chris.
Chris smiled and said, "Wow. I am so surprised!"
"Sure, you were"; I said telepathically.
"Uh-huh"; said Mama Piper as she met Chris at the bottom of the stairs. "Happy birthday, baby!" She hugged him tightly.
"Thanks, Mom."; he responded.
After a few minutes of greeting all of the family and friends, the party was in full swing. Some people were dancing, others were talking in groups. The adults were having a good time as well. Phoebe and Uncle Coop were dancing and laughing; as was Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry. Their kids were jumping around having a good time as well. The other adults were in the kitchen, talking.
Wyatt and I sat on one of the couches after dancing with some other people. Chris was still dancing and having a ball. He had the biggest smile on his face and kept winking at me whenever he could.
"So"; Wyatt said to me over the music, "I know you wish you could dance with Chris right now."
"Yeah"; I responded, "but, I understand why that would be a problem. However, he's having such a great time, it's hard to be upset with anything right now."
Wyatt put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "Yeah, I know. But it must still kind of suck a bit." I was able to smell Wyatt's cologne through his tight Polo shirt.
"Speaking of suck a bit..."; I thought silently. "Oops."
I looked towards Chris, but he was still busy dancing with Aunt Phoebe to hear my comment. Thank God for small favors.
Through the loud music, we heard the doorbell ring.
"Wonder who that is"; Wyatt asked as he stood up and went to the door. I followed him and when Chris saw me get up, he followed as well. Wyatt opened the door.
"Welcome to Chris'... holy shit!"
"Hello to you too, babe"; said the guy at the door. "Good to see you."
It was Alex Moran.
"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"; Alex asked.
"Um.. yeah"; Wyatt answered shakily. "Of course. Come in."
Alex walked into the room, looking even better than I remembered him to be. His hazel eyes gleamed in the light and his smile was brighter than ever.
"Wow"; I said telepathically to Chris.
"Wow indeed"; he responded back.
"What's going on here"; Alex asked as he took off his coat. "Some kind of party?"
"Yeah"; Chris responded. "It's my birthday." Alex walked up to Chris and looked him up and down; totally checking him out. I tried to keep my anger down.
"Really? The little runt is all grown up. Happy birthday, sexy boy"; Alex said as he pulled Chris into a tight hug. He seemed a bit stiff at first and then, warmed up into it.
"Thanks, dude."
Oh, yeah. I was definitely seething.
"So, basically, I'm decided to come home to visit and see what my ex and his family were up to"; Alex said as he sipped some beer he had managed to sneak in. Chris sat next to me and Wyatt was next to Alex.
"Um, I'm not sure you should be drinking that here"; I said to Alex.
"Oh, lighten up, Petey-Boy. We're only young once. Might as well have some fun"; he said with a smirk. He handed the beer to me.
"No, thanks. Drinking's not my style... and I really don't know where your mouth has been."
He took the beer back. "Same old uptight Heskith. Never knows the meaning of "fun"".
I just gave him a look and looked away. "Whatever."
"And besides"; he continued, "you would love it if you knew where my mouth has been." Chris started to blush and Wyatt started to giggle. I just ignored his rude remark.
"So, let's get this straight-ish"; Wyatt started. "Why are you so comfortable with your sexuality? Are you out now?"
"Yep. Told my dad last year, right before I left for college. And the rest is history"; he said with a smile. "What about you, sexy? You put your hanger away yet?"
"Actually, sort of. Chris and Pete know. But, that's about it."
Alex put his arm around Wyatt's shoulders and pulled him closer. "That's still cool, man. I'm proud of you." Wyatt smiled and Chris did the same, although he still hadn't taken his eyes off of Alex the whole time.
"Too bad you're not gay, Chris"; Alex said as he took another swig. "You've definitely turned into one fucking hottie"; he added with a wink.
Chris blushed even harder. I was about to say something to the fucker when Mama Piper, my mom and Papa Leo came out with Chris' birthday cake.
"Happy birthday to you"; they all started to sing.
"Yeah. Not so happy right now"; I said under my breath.
After the party had cleared and the gifts had been unwrapped and most of the guests had left, I was in the kitchen cleaning with Wyatt. Chris and Alex were still in the living room, playing catch up. Mama Piper and Papa Leo were upstairs.
"You OK, bro"; Wyatt asked as he put some dishes into the dishwasher. "You've been kind of in a mood most of the night."
"Yeah, I'm fine"; I answered as I washed some by hand. "Just so many dishes to clean up, I don't know if we'll ever be done."
Wyatt loaded the washer and closed it and walked behind me. "Yeah. You're a bad liar."
I leaned against the counter and sighed. "Is it that obvious?" Wyatt giggled a bit.
"Look, bro. Alex has always been somewhat of a flirt, even when he was a closeted little shit. Now that he's out, he's just having fun. Don't pay any mind to it."
"Yeah, I get it. But, does he have to hit on my boyfriend?"
Wyatt grabbed my hand and smiled. "Look, Pete. Chris loves you. You're the only one he cares about. And even though Alex may have been Chris' first crush, you mean way more to him then an ex of mine could ever be. Don't let it stress you out."
I smiled a bit and looked Wyatt in the eyes. He was smiling back at me with an even bigger grin. Damn, he was too cute for his own good.
"Now"; he said as he reached into the fridge. "I'm pretty sure in all of the commotion of the party, you and Chris didn't eat any cake." He pulled out a couple of slices of birthday cake and poured two glasses of milk.
"Take these and go up to Chris' room and hang out with your boyfriend. And celebrate the rest of his birthday with him. I'm sure he'll like that. So will you."
I walked to Wyatt and hugged him. "You really are something special, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know"; he responded. He let me go and said, "Now, enough with this emotion. Go be with your boyfriend."
I smiled at him and grabbed the plates. I realized my hands were full and the glasses were still on the counter.
"What about the..."; I started as I looked back at the milk.
"Taken care of"; Wyatt finished for me as he waved his hand and orbed the glasses away. "On Chris' table. Go. I'll get rid of Alex."
I smiled back at him and walked through the kitchen door. I heard some music still playing, but other than that, it was pretty quiet. As I walked into the corridor of the living room; I found out why it was so quiet.
There was my boyfriend, Chris, with my new enemy, Alex.
Standing close.
Kissing.
Intimately.
I stood there in shock for a minute. What the fuck was going on?
As they kissed, Alex opened his eyes a bit and winked. Chris was oblivious to the whole thing.
"So, Alex, the time has..."; Wyatt started as he walked behind me and saw the same thing I just witnessed.
"Alex! What the fuck are you doing?"
I still couldn't say anything. I just handed the cake to Wyatt and ran upstairs. The tears started to flow before I even reached my room. I ran in and slammed the door behind me.
Chris kissed someone else. Chris was kissing Alex. I started to sob uncontrollably. It hurt so damn much. Chris had cheated on me...with Alex, of all people. His first crush. He cheated on me.
I laid on the bed face down and sobbed heavily into my pillow. It seemed as if the tears wouldn't stop.
There was a knock at my door. I looked up to answer it.
"Go away, please. I'm going to sleep."
The door opened and Alex walked in. "Hey. Can I come in?"
"No"; I responded. "You really can't."
He closed the door behind him. I sat up and laughed sarcastically. "Not only do you invade on what belongs to other people; you don't seem to know when you're not wanted."
He leaned on the wall and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket. "Look. I'm sorry about what happened with Chris. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yeah. Once again, you can get the fuck out."
He snickered a bit as he lit his cigarette. "For someone who's not gay, you sure are taking this kind of harsh."
I stood up and looked at him. "I never said anything about myself. If you noticed, I really didn't like you before you had your lips all over my boyfriend. I wouldn't even tell you "hello" if I wasn't so polite."
He looked down and smiled and giggled some more. "Gotta love honesty."
"Whatever. Where the fuck are Chris and Wyatt?"
"Well, they're...um... busy right now. Talking."
"Yeah, sure. Excuse me. You can let yourself out"; I said as I walked toward the door. He stepped in front of it and blocked my path.
"Look, I just want to talk to you."
I pushed him aside. "Yeah, well I have nothing to say to you."
I walked out the door and Alex was right behind me. I really didn't care. As I reached the stairs, I noticed something was wrong. It was way too quiet and the living room was in shambles. I ran down the stairs and saw Chris and Wyatt on the floor, both unconscious.
"Oh, my God"; I said as I ran to them. I checked out Wyatt first. I shook him hard.
"Wyatt. Wyatt! You OK?"
He groaned a bit. "Oh, man." He sat up a bit shakily.
"What happened, bro? You OK"; I asked him.
"Yeah. I'm good. That's not Alex. He did something to Chris. That's why he was able to kiss him."
Chris.
I turned around to face him and Chris was already awake; looking at me with tears in his eyes.
Alex started to laugh. We all turned around to face him.
"Who the fuck are you?"; I asked him.
"It's me, Alex. Don't you recognize me?"; he said. "Wait. Maybe I'm not who you think I am. Besides..."
Suddenly Alex changed form and shape. It was the demon that attacked Chris and I earlier that night.
"Who really wants to be associated with a bunch of fags anyway?"
"A bunch of what?"; came another voice.
On the stairs was Mama Piper.
The demon turned around and faced her. "You heard me, witch. Chris and Peter and Wyatt... are FAGS! Guess you'll never have any grandchildren."
Mama Piper seemed to stop for a minute. Chris, Wyatt and I looked at each other, even more scared for Mama Piper's reaction than the demon that was attacking us.
Suddenly, Mama Piper threw her hands at the demon and tried to blow it up. It didn't work, but the demon did back up and stumbled a bit.
"Ha, ha, ha!"; the demon bellowed. "Silly witch. Tricks are for..."; it said.
It never finished its sentence. M.P. froze the demon in its tracks.
"Are you all OK?"; she asked us.
"Yeah, Mom"; Wyatt said. "We're fine."
"Yeah"; Chris responded. I nodded as well.
"Good"; she responded. "OK, I don't know how much time we have. We need to go upstairs and get to the Book."
We all ran upstairs to the attic.
"Who was he"; Mama Piper asked.
"I don't know"; I responded. "But, he attacked Chris and I earlier."
"Yeah, but we're fine"; Chris said.
Mama Piper looked through the book for the demon. "And the reason no one said anything earlier?"
"We tried to"; Chris said. "But then, Wyatt came upstairs and got us ready for the party."
"Fine"; she said. "it doesn't matter anyway. We'll deal with that later. Found him."
We all walked to the book.
"Beyince. Upper-level demon. Powers of persuasion and the ability to read thoughts and mimic the past."; Wyatt read.
"That explains how it was able to be Alex"; Chris continued.
"Among other things"; I said sadly. Chris looked downwards.
"Something wrong?"; Mama Piper asked.
"No"; I answered. "We're cool."
"OK. Here's a spell"; Wyatt said. We read it to ourselves.
"Mama"; I started. "About what this Beyince said. About Chris, Wyatt and I..."
Mama Piper started to ask something, but was interrupted by the door flying off the hinges. There walked in Beyince.
"There you little fags go. And look, with the mother hen of the Charmed Ones. This should be fun."
He pulled out a fireball and launched it towards us. Chris grabbed Mama Piper and they flung themselves in one direction; Wyatt tried to grab me, but I put my hand up and stopped the fireball in mid-air.
"Yep"; I said. "Loads of fun." I launched the fireball back at him and it slammed into his stomach. He fell over, but still, didn't seem that hurt. Everyone else got back up, as did Beyince.
"Not too bad"; he said to me. "But, still, I'm not that easy to kill."
Chris stood next to me and said, "Well, let's see what we both can do about that."
We ran towards him and started to physically attack the demon with hands and feet. But, it was like we were connected. His fist threw Beyince into my kicks and vice versa. We went back and forth... and started to attack him faster. Suddenly Chris and I started to glow. But, it was more like a red tint to the orbs. I was kind of freaked, but couldn't do anything considering we were still fighting the demon.
Our punches and kicks became blurs as he seemed to hit the demon faster and faster. Suddenly, both of our hands started to become surround by a bright light. Chris and I threw our arms back in unison... and then punched him in the stomach at the same time. Beyince exploded in front of our eyes.
We stood there for a minute, both tired.
"What the hell was that?"; Mama Piper asked us.
"Yeah"; said Wyatt. "That was freaking amazing!"
I was still trying to catch my breath. "I...I...I don't know."
"New power?"; Chris asked, also still out of breath.
"I don't know"; Mama Piper responded. I never heard or seen anything like that before."
"I guess even magic has to give surprises once in a while, huh"; Chris asked as he looked towards me.
I tried not to look too sad as I said, "Yeah. Too bad they're not always good ones."
Mama Piper looked confused.
"Anyway, about what the demon said"; she said, "don't worry about it. I know demons lie and it wasn't true."
Wyatt, Chris and I all looked at each other.
"Well, Mama Piper"; I said. "Chris and Wyatt already know about me; as do you."
"Well, OK. I knew that and that's fine with me"; she said. "But, you two aren't right?", she added as she looked back and forth between Chris and Wyatt.
Wyatt spoke first. "Um, Mom. I'm not gay."
Mama Piper sighed a bit. "Oh. OK, baby."
"Actually... I'm bisexual."
She seemed a bit weird for a second, but then stood up and hugged him. "That's fine, baby. As long as you're happy. You know, I sort of knew already."
Wyatt smiled as he embraced Mama Piper. "I sort of figured. I think you may have caught Alex and I kissing once or twice."
She pulled apart from the embrace and giggled a bit. "I'll leave that alone, son." She then looked at Chris.
"What about you, baby? Anything you want to tell me."
Chris brushed a hand through his hair and smiled a bit. "No, Mom. I'm not gay at all. But, I'm cool with Pete's and Wyatt's sexuality."
I almost started to get upset, but it was Chris' decision to come out when he wanted to.
"Well, it's been a long night"; M. P. said as she walked towards the door. "See you all in the morning. Love you guys."
"Love you, too"; we all said in unison. She smiled as she went back to bed.
Chris walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "Are you upset with me for not telling her the truth?"
I didn't mean to, but I shook his hand off. "No, not upset at all." He looked a bit sad, then continued.
"Look what you saw down there... it didn't mean anything. The demon made me do it, baby. You know I love you."
I walked towards where Wyatt was standing. I couldn't be near Chris. "No. The demon persuaded you to do it. And you can only be persuaded if there's something already inside of you that wanted to do it."
Chris tried to walk up to me, but I put my hand up. "Just leave me alone right now, OK? I need some time to process this."
I turned around and Wyatt was looking at me. I hugged him tightly and said, "I'm so proud of you, bro. Congratulations."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah"; he said as he hugged me back. "I love you, too, bro."
I released him from the hug and turned around and started to walk to the door. Chris had tears in his eyes. I couldn't leave him like that. I walked over to him and took both of his hands in mine.
"Baby, we're nowhere near over, OK? This was just a lot to handle, even if you really didn't mean to kiss him. I know about what you felt for Alex."
He looked directly at me while tears ran down his cheeks. "FELT for Alex. You're the only one that means anything to me now. Please don't hate me."
I touched his face and wiped away a tear. "I could never hate you. I love you, Christopher Perry Halliwell. Just give me some time, OK? We'll get through this."
He nodded and smiled a bit.
"Wait"; I remembered. "I never gave you your present." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a small wrapped gift. He looked at it and smiled. Wyatt was shocked.
"Nowhere what you're thinking, Wyatt."
"Better not be"; he said with a giggle.
Chris unwrapped the present and opened the small box. Inside was a necklace I had specially made. It was a half of a heart. He looked a bit confused.
"Where's the other half"; he asked.
I reached into my shirt and showed him that I was wearing it. I lifted it to his chain and showed him the scriptures on each side. One side said, "We Belong Together" and on the other was our initials. He had the "P" and I had the "C".
He immediately put the necklace on and smiled as he glanced down toward it. "I love it. Thank you, baby."
"I thought you might"; I responded. I gave him a light kiss on his lips, before I walked out of the attic.
"Pete?"; he called out before I exited.
"Yeah?"; I said as I looked back.
"You still mine?"
I turned around and smiled. "Always."
I laid in bed that night; the kiss between Chris and "Alex" still heavy on my mind. Even though it wasn't all of his fault, it still hurt. I found myself crying on and off. There was a soft knock at the door and Wyatt walked in.
"Hey"; he said with a smile as he closed the door behind him.
I sat up and tried to give him a smile back. It wasn't working.
He walked towards the bed and sat on it. "You OK, Pete?"
I wiped the tears away as best I could. "Yeah, bro. I'll be fine."
He moved closer to me and put his arm around me. "No, you're not."
I smiled a bit and added, "OK. So I'm not. Can you blame me?"
"No, I can't"; he answered. "But, you know that it didn't mean anything. It was that damn demon who caused all of this. Chris loves you more than anything."
"I know he does"; I said as I looked directly at Wyatt. "But, still, persuasion doesn't happen alone. There was some part of Chris that wanted to kiss Alex. Even if it really wasn't Alex."
"Look, bro. We're all persuaded to do stupid things. Alex was Chris' first crush ever. So, of course, there were going to be some residual feelings there. It doesn't mean that Chris wanted to hurt you. It's just something that was on his mind a while. That was then. This is now. You're his boyfriend and that's all that matters."
Wyatt had the sweetest, most sincere look on his face. How could I deny what he was saying.
"I know that's what matters. I'll get over this eventually. I promise."
He pulled me into a sideways hug and smiled.
"So"; I said. "Someone else sure gave us a big surprise tonight."
He moved his arm from around my shoulder and looked downward, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Hey"; I said as I grabbed his chin and pulled his face up. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. I am SO proud of you. That took a lot of guts."
He have be a slight smile and said, "Well... you're kind of the reason I was able to do it. You are sort of an inspiration to me. The way you're handling being a witch and being fully gay. You help me out in ways you'll never know. So, thanks."
I hugged him tightly and said, "You're more than welcome. And thank you for everything." We separated and looked at each other. Wyatt was giving me the oddest, but most sexual look. I didn't know what was happening.
We started to move closer to each other.
"Pete"; he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"What are we doing?"; he whispered back.
"I don't know"; I responded. And then our lips met. It was really light at first. He kissed so much differently than Chris did, but not in a bad way. Like he was more aware of what he was doing. Our tongues met and we got more into the kiss. Suddenly, it was like I realized what I was doing and pushed him away.
"I am so sorry about that"; he said as he stood up quickly. He started to get a bit nervous and pace around the room. I stood up after him and grabbed his arm.
"It's OK, Wyatt. We were both feeling some serious emotion. We had some really shitty things that happened tonight. We were just trying to comfort each other."
"But, you're my brother's boyfriend"; he responded. "This is so beyond wrong."
"Wyatt. Look. It happened. We can't pretend that it did or let it come between us. We're still brothers."
He gave me a slight smiled and seemed to finally relax. "I guess not." He let go of my hand.
"I'm OK, now. Really. I should get going."
"OK."
He walked to the door and stopped as he opened it. "Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do I get the feeling we've been wanting to do that to each other for a while?"
I giggled a bit and sat down on my bed. "I don't know. You tell me."
He looked at me and winked. "Let's just say I understand why Chris likes kissing you. Damn."
I threw a pillow at him and he ran out the door before it could hit him.
I laid back down on the bed and took a deep sigh.
"What the hell have I done now?"; I asked to no one in particular.
And of course, no one answered.
TBC