The Brothers Winchester Book Three:The Only One-Part Two
Chapter Two
The next morning Chace woke up early and made his way down to the kitchen in hopes of something to eat. As usual, he only had on a snug pair of black A and F boxer briefs and nothing else. The Winchesters weren't shy about their bodies and especially around each other the tendency to lean towards less is better. More than one morning he had found one or both of his brothers completely nude eating breakfast, most of the time with the other one in some state of arousal. Though he had been invited, he had yet to work up the nerve to join them in anything more than just staring.
So half hard, hair sticking straight up with just a pair of well worn boxers was almost conservative in this household and Chace thought nothing of it as he opened the refrigerator praying Sam had gotten them milk last time he was in town. Spotting the glass bottle still half full he grabbed it and took a long pull as he savored the cold drink.
Which was when he heard the gasp.
Turning he saw Adam standing in the doorway, fully dressed, his eyes wide as he took in Chace's nearly nude body. He had been mistaken in his thought that they were similar...in his deepest desires he wished he looked like Chace. Where he was skinny Chace was toned. Every line, every muscle, nearly every inch of skin clearly stood out like a model or a porn star. His chest was broad but it tapered down at a nearly perfect set of abs that stood out like a small mountainside of muscle on the flat plains of his stomach. Adam figured the boxers might have fit him a year or so ago the way they clung to him like a second skin. The bulge in the front made it more than clear to Adam that they were in at least one way related, as the member looked like it belonged on a horse rather than a teenage boy.
A lot like his.
"Oh shit." Chace said putting the milk back as he covered his groin. "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be up." He moved over to the wall and grabbed the hoodie that hung on the peg board and pulled it over his head. It was more than big enough to cover his now hardening member and at least give the semblance of appropriateness.
"I'm, I mean I didn't..." Adam stumbled as he finally averted his eyes, taking a quick glance of the perfect ass that was revealed as the other boy turned to cover himself. "I didn't mind." he finally spat out and then began to turn red as he realized what he just said. Their eyes met for a moment. "I mean I didn't...
Chace chuckled as he walked back to the fridge and began taking eggs, cheese and onions out. "It's cool dude, we're all guys here. Putting the stuff by the stove he asked. "You hungry?" Adam looked at the food and his stomach growled before he could answer. Chace laughed as he turned on the stove. "I'll take that as a yes." He gestured to the coffee maker on the other side of the counter. "You mind starting some joe? If Dean doesn't have caffeine as soon as he wakes up he's been known to revert to cannibalism."
Adam nodded as he moved into the kitchen island. Chace had begun to crack the eggs into a huge glass bowl so there wasn't much room to move by. Adam edged past him, the front of his jeans brushing against the back of his boxers. The feeling startled Chace and he reflexively moved back...
Into Adam's arms.
Adam felt his arms move around his half brother's waist, catching him as he fell into him, trying to keep the bowl level. They both froze, making sure they weren't going to fall anymore as Chace looked up at Adam. "Thanks." he said smiling.
Adam saw that face and was caught like a deer in the headlights for a moment. The way the kitchen lights caught his eyes, that smile...it was one of, if not the most perfect things he had ever seen.
"Sure thing." he said breathlessly.
After a few seconds Chace said quietly. "You can let me go now." A pause. "If you want to."
Adam jumped back into the stove, his arms flying off of Chace as if the other teen had sprouted thorns. "I'm sorry!" he said moving past Chace briskly, opening the overhead cupboard looking for coffee.
Chace put the bowl down. "Hey." he put one hand on the other boy's shoulder. "It's ok, I don't..."
The feeling of the hand on his shoulder brought a flash of his stepdad. "You awake?"
Adam pulled his shoulder away quickly, leaving Chace's hand hovering in midair for a moment. "Don't!" Adam said loudly as he turned and backed away from him.
Chace remained completely frozen as his eyes grew wide. "I'm sorry." was all he could muster.
Adam closed his eyes as he tried to get a hold of his emotions, not able to look into the look of shock and confusion in Chace's face. "I'm not hungry." he said pushing past Chace and almost running from the kitchen.
Leaving Chace standing there wondering, what the fuck was that?
Which was Dean walked in, nude save the blanket draped over his shoulders like an oversized cape. "Is there coffee?"
"Give me a sec." he said shaking his head as he began to set up the machine.
Dean paused and cocked his head as he watched his little brother work the coffee maker. "Why you all dressed up?" asking about the hoodie.
Chace shot him a glare over his shoulder. "Adam you retard. You remember?"
"Shit." Dean said turning around as he slammed into Sam, who was completely nude. He pushed his brother out of the kitchen. "Adam. Clothes. Gogogogo!"
Sam turned and Dean took the moment to slap of one his cheeks, making him jump a bit. he two of them rushed to their bedroom and slammed the door.
Chace shook his head as he went back to the eggs.
Then.
There was a moment, after the rough hands and bruised skin and before the sweaty mass laying on top of him, a moment when the pain had given way to adjustment...just a moment...
He would wonder what it would feel like, to be touched there, to be like this with someone who didn't force him. And as he would hate his own member for growing hard and the way he would whisper in his ear that he knew he liked it that he was a nasty slut like his mom...he would wonder if it felt like ths with the pig of a man as he held his breath and prayed for him to finish..
How would it feel with someone he actually liked?
He hated the way his breath would begin to catch and the way he felt himself unconsciously leaned back into it. The way he felt the heat in his face as he forgot who and where he was...and just experienced it. Hated it when he would hear his stepfather's breath catch as his own began to pant...the way his hand would slip down between his legs, the entire time his mind sickened that even part of him was gaining pleasure from this...hated everything about himself...
And that one moment of pure perfection when his orgasm would overwhelm his loathing and self revulsion and he would be lost, in that blinding white moment of pleasure...
And the memory after he had left, stumbling drunkenly into the hall, leaving Adam on the bed, damp, curled in a ball sobbing silently. Hating himself for being the kind of person that would find any pleasure in something so...so disgusting.
Now.
Adam sat in the corner and sobbed silently to himself.
How could he? How could he look at any man, much less his own half brother with lust? He grabbed at his own hair and pulled it as he mentally kicked himself for being such a disgusting pervert. He just rocked in the corner, wondering if Chace had noticed and if he did...would they just kick him out? Would it be that easy? Or would they beat him as his stepfather had on the days he wasn't so drunk that he would want to sleep with him? Would they kick at him in the ribs as he tried to shield his face, lying on the floor helplessly?
"Knock knock?" a voice came from the door.
His face flew up in terror as Chace walked in, a plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice in his hands. "Brought you some breakfast."
Adam wiped his face, trying to hide the fact he had almost completely fallen apart as he nodded. "Thanks, you can leave it there." he said gesturing to the desk in the corner.
Chace put the eggs down and came over to sit next to him. Adam scooted away but found himself pretty much wedged in the corner. Chace put his hands out as he said in a low, calming voice. "It's ok Adam, it's gonna be ok." he repeated as he moved closer, his hand moving to Adam's arm. Adam looked at him and saw those insanely deep eyes staring back at him. "You're safe here, it's gonna be ok." Chace said, not blinking, not breaking eye contact at all...
And all at once Adam began to cry again as he buried his face into Chace's arm. Chace pulled his half brother closer and let him cry himself out as he held him. Dean looked in and arched an eyebrow in question at Chace. Chace gave him a glare and shooed him away.
Dean pulled his head back sighing. Sam, who was standing behind him asked. "Well?"
Dean shook his head and he took a sip of coffee. "Chace named the puppy." and walked back to the kitchen.
Sam looked at the room and then back to Dean. "There's a dog in there?"