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Disclaimer: I do not own Four Brothers or anything about it, characters included...Also, I make no money from them either....Wish like hell these two were mine, but alas, they are not. No harm intended, just something that’s been swimmin

Chapter List
- 1-Forbidden
- 2-Telling Angel and Jerry
- 1
- 2
My first one shot (maybe one shot) like this…Hell,
my first fic like this at all…If it sucks ass, I’m
sorry…It’s just an idea that I’ve had that wouldn’t go away so I put it on
paper and figured I might as well see if people like it.
Disclaimer:
Wish
like hell these two were mine, but alas, they are not. No harm intended, just
something that’s been swimming in my head lately.
Bobby stared at his
brother during their mother’s funeral. Seeing the tears
forming in the man’s green eyes was heartbreaking and listening to him speak
was the worst. He’d had to eventually pull Jackie away from it all, telling him
it was all right now, and then he’d sat with him, letting the young man rest
his head on his shoulder, crying softly. He didn’t shed any tears until he’d
arrived at his childhood home; there, in his mother’s room, all the emotions
smacked him in the face. Her smell was everywhere and it was suffocating him.
He dashed to the bathroom, turned on the sink, and started crying loudly. When
he calmed down, he rinsed his face, and could hear Jack messing around with
that damn acoustic guitar of his.
            Jackie, my baby brother, he thought,
walking to the man’s old room. My sweet
little Cracker Jack. . .God, I shouldn’t feel this way
about you, but I do. . .
            Bobby
felt more than the usual brotherly love for Jackie; he had ever since the kid
had first arrived at the tender age of thirteen. He knew Jack’s abusive past,
knew that it was so wrong to love his brother this way, but he couldn’t help
it. There was something about his deep, soothing voice that could make him
shiver like a damn teenage girl and the clothes he wore—Jesus fuck! It looked
like a person would have to peel them
off with a crowbar they were so tight. Which also didn’t help
Bobby’s attraction towards him. He’d call Jack a fairy, tease him
relentlessly, but what Jack didn’t know was that Bobby often played that side
of the fence and more than knew his way around a man. The oldest Mercer had
never told anyone outside of the guys he’d fuck and wanted to keep it that way,
terrified that his family wouldn’t accept him. He had an idea that his mother
had known when she was still alive, she’d often tell him that she’d love him no
matter what, but he wasn’t entirely sure on that one.
            “You
still makin’ racket with that old thing?” he asked Jack, sitting on the floor
near his bed.
            “Still
makin’ racket,” he said, strumming away. “Too weird in mom’s
room?”
            “Way
too fucking weird,” he grumbled, watching his brother play his guitar.
            Jack, you have no idea what you do to me,
he mused.
            His
brother’s wild, sandy hair stuck every which way, even hanging in his gorgeous
green eyes, and it made Bobby’s knees weak almost every time. His baby brother
sniffed softly, apparently he’d been crying again earlier, and Bobby smiled.
            “Been
crying again, fairy?”
            “Blow
me, Bobby,” he growled at him, setting the guitar aside in favor of a
cigarette.
            If you only had any idea, he thought
with an evil smirk. You’d never ever tell
me that again unless you seriously meant
it, Jackie boy.
            “Hey,
you two,” Angel popped his head in the door. “I’m gonna go out for a bit.”
            “Angel,
we both know where you’re going,” Bobby snorted. “Tell Loca I said hi.”
            “Man,
don’t call her that,” Angel sighed, leaving.
            “Wear
a condom!” Jack shouted playfully. “Don’t know what’s been playing in there!”
            “As
if you’d even know how to play,
Jackie,” Bobby teased, slapping his leg.
            “Man,
go to hell,” he growled, swiping at his head. “I get plenty.”
            “We
ain’t talking cock, fairy.”
            “Seriously,
I’ve fucking had it with you, Bobby,” Jack snapped, getting up and leaving.
            “Shit,”
he grumbled to himself, getting to his feet quickly. “Jackie,
hey! Jack, come on, I was only teasing you!”
            “Fuck
yourself!” he shouted, going down the stairs.
            “Jack,
get your queer ass back up here!” Bobby yelled, chasing his brother down the
steps. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”
            “No,
what you’re doing is teasing me!” Jack shot at him. “Just like always! Makin’
fun of little Jackie! Come on then! Let’s hear about my damn tongue stud!”
            “Dammit,
Jack!” he growled, managing to catch his little brother’s well toned arm. “Stop
a fucking minute!”
            “What?!”
he demanded, getting in Bobby’s face. “What the hell do you want?!”
            Before
Bobby could even think about stopping
himself, he grabbed the nape of his brother’s neck, and pulled him down into a
deep kiss. He groaned when he felt Jack’s metal stud, twisting it, and heard a
noise escape Jack’s throat. He pulled his brother closer, wanting as much
contact as he could get his greedy hands on, and was suddenly shoved back hard.
Startled green eyes locked with his, searching him frantically, and Jack’s lips
trembled violently.
            “Wh-what the hell?” he squeaked quietly, warily keeping his
eyes on Bobby’s hands.
            “Jack. . .I. . .Shit,” he groaned. Now what was he going to
do? Play it off as a joke? No way, that’d be too sinister, even for him. “Man,
I love you. Ok, there, I said it.”
            “What?
Bobby, I don’t understand,” he whispered, a deep blush creeping up the slender
neck. “I know you love me. . .I love you too. . .All
you guys. You’re my brothers.”
            “No,
Jackie, not like that,” he said. “I love
you, Jackie boy. Always have.”
            His
eyes went wide with realization and Bobby braced himself for the one thing he
was never too fond of—rejection. Instead, he saw his brother smirk shyly, and
shake his head.
            “What?”
he grumbled quietly, still waiting for the shoe to drop.
            “Are
you playing with me?” he laughed softly.
            “No,
Jack, I’m dead fucking serious,” he said firmly. “I have loved you in a way
that I know I shouldn’t since the
first day you walked through that front door.”
            “Bobby,
I was thirteen,” he blushed. “You were. . .what? Twenty three?”
            “I
know it’s not right,” he sighed. “I know, ok? But. .
.I just can’t help it.”
            He
glared at the floor, furious with himself, and heard his brother move. The next
thing Bobby knew, Jack’s lips were melded over his again, and he gasped in pure
shock. This was a joke, some sick way for Jack to get back at him for years of torture. Yet, even though he
didn’t want to believe this was happening, Bobby kissed his little brother back
for everything it was worth, planning on savoring this moment for as long as he
could. Jack’s hand laced into his slicked back hair, holding him still as his
baby brother explored his mouth and Bobby moaned, quickly and gently running
his own hands in Jack’s thick hair. God, Jack tasted like the sweetest candy
Bobby had ever had. When Jack pulled back, Bobby whined quietly, and then bit
his lip, expecting the big punch line.
            “All
those years. . .You teased me,” Jack laughed softly,
smoothing Bobby’s hair back. “Called me a fairy, a queer.
. .Jack licks ass crack and ball sack. . .All that shit I dealt with and the
whole damn time, you wanted in my pants.”
            “I
knew I should have never told you,” Bobby whispered, his heart breaking in his
chest.
            “Why not?” he chuckled.
            “Because. . .It’s stupid. . .It’s wrong,” he grumbled.
            “So
stupid and so wrong,” Jack said softly, “that I wanted you just as much. . .Prolly even more, you big dumb fuck.”
            “What?”
            “You
heard me,” he grinned evilly. “Bobby, ever since I was thirteen and you called
me ‘Jackie boy’ for the first time, I wanted you. . .I
thought back then that it was all the shit that had happened to me talking. .
.The fact that all I knew was do as they say or get your ass beat, or suck
whoever’s dick when they tell you or get fucked later on. I thought it was my
scars and all the damage. . .But. . .I was wrong. The
feeling never went away. Hell, if
anything, it just got worse. . .I even told Ma at one
point.”
            “You
did what?!” he yelped, shocked.
            “I
was scared of it, Bobby,” he sighed, blushing. “I didn’t know what to do. . .I was lost. I thought it made me some sort of freak, wanting my older brother in a
sexual way. But, Ma. . .” he sniffed, tears forming in those eyes again. “Ma
told me that. . .No matter what, she loved me. . .Even
if I did love you like that, I was her Jackie boy. She told me that if it felt so right to me, that it was right.”
            “She. . .she told you that?” he whispered, deeply touched.
            “Yeah,
man,” Jack smiled, leaning in to kiss him lightly. “I just never guessed that
this whole time, you felt the same way.”
            “Good,
god, fairy,” he groaned as Jack trailed soft kisses to his throat. “You’re
gonna fucking kill me, know that?”
            “I
better not,” he laughed, nibbling on his ear lobe. “Then what would I do?”
            “Knowing
you,” he hitched as his brother moved even closer, “you’d just.
. .God, Jack, either knock off the teasing or go back to your fucking room.”
            “Definitely
the latter,” his brother chuckled, darting up the stairs.
            Good Jesus, he groaned, his mind
spinning out of control. That’s it. . .The little tease is in for it now.
            For
the next hour and a half, a stripped down Jackie begged and pleaded between
desperate moans for Bobby to just take him—to make him belong to Bobby—and it
was tempting to just leave him at that—all horny and nowhere to go. But that
wouldn’t be fair to Bobby if he did
that. He stopped everything for a moment, leaning back on his heels, and really
soaked his brother in for a minute. Jack’s body was trembling slightly in pure
need; the tattooed chest heaving for air and Bobby reached out, tracing some
random ink piece.
            “Bobby,
please,” he whimpered, arching his back. “I need you.
. .Now!”
            “Now,
now, Jackie boy,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss the chiseled tummy. “I
believe I told you earlier that this was going to be as slow and drawn out as I wanted. I’ve waited too long for this. . .”
            “Rrrrrr,” Jack growled loudly in frustration, letting his
head fall back to the pillow hard. “You fucking suck, Bobby!”
            “I’ve
heard I do that well,” he smirked.
            Before
Jack could even think of asking,
Bobby carefully let all of his brother slip between his lips. Jack’s voice
cracked as he cried out, his slender hips snapping up harshly, and Bobby had to
grab them and push him back to the mattress to avoid choking to death. He gently
and very teasingly sucked, loving how Jack’s voice sounded when he cried out,
and how his brother trembled harshly when he let his teeth just barely graze
the sensitive flesh. Hands buried themselves in his hair, holding him tightly
in place, and Bobby managed to pull away.
            “Why?”
Jack whined, arching his hips up desperately.
            “Just
wanted you nice and ready,” Bobby smiled, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of
his brother’s leaking penis. “Gimme a pillow, Jackie.
You got anything in here to make this a lil easier, if you get my meaning?”
            “Nightstand,”
he panted, eagerly tossing a pillow to Bobby. “Condoms and lube. . .”
            “Huh,”
he chuckled, grabbing the items. “Never even thought you’d
have this stuff in here.”
            “Whatever,”
Jack snorted, watching him with lustful green eyes.
            “A’ight,
fairy boy,” he commanded playfully, crawling back on the bed in between Jack’s
feet. “I want you to lift your hips.”
            Jack
did as he was told, allowing Bobby to slip the folded
pillow under him, and that was when he got an idea. Setting aside the condom
and lube, he grabbed his brother’s legs, and jerked Jack close. His brother
made a shocked noise, tensing up, and Bobby whispered that it was all right.
Carefully, Bobby leaned close to his brother’s rear, and let out a breath.
            “Oh,
fucking Jesus,” Jack moaned. “Bobby. . .No one’s ever.
. .”
            “Really?”
he purred, lightly flicking his tongue against his brother.
            “N-no!”
he choked, arching. “They all thought it was nasty.”
            “What
do you think, Cracker Jack?” Bobby
asked, gently kissing his brother’s entrance. “Nasty?”
            “No
fucking way!” he yelped, twisting in Bobby’s grip. “It’s.
. .It’s. . .Please, just don’t quit!”
            “No
problem,” he laughed, licking a decent stripe.
            I can’t believe this, Bobby thought,
carefully licking and nipping at Jack’s ass. I never thought I’d be doing this with him. .
.Or that he’d want this so bad. . .
            Jack let out a
pained moan, his hands gripping the blankets tightly, and Bobby smirked to
himself. Right now, his brother was at his mercy, and he fucking loved it.
            “Jack,
go ahead,” Bobby growled in between licks.
            “W-what?”
he panted shakily.
            “Go
ahead and come,” he laughed. “I’ve got all night with you, sweetheart.”
            His
brother needed no more than that. Jack rolled his hips, his slender hand
finding himself, and a few short seconds later, Bobby witnessed the most
beautiful climax he’d ever seen. Jack’s teeth sank into his lower lip hard, a
drawn out groan just passing between his lips, and his hips jerked
uncontrollably into Bobby. Afterwards, his whole body went slack, and his sandy
hair was plastered to his face, most of it still sticking up in a messy way.
Bobby shot his brother a wide smile, leaning up, and licked Jack clean.
            “Jesus,
Bobby,” he groaned softly, his voice even rougher than usual.
            “Mmm,”
he hummed, licking his lips. “Jack, you taste fucking fabulous.”
            “Bobby,”
he whined, blushing.
            “Not
much of a dirty talker,” he chuckled, rubbing his thighs.
            “Shut
up,” he grumbled, squirming out from under him.
            “Hey,
what’re you doing?” he asked, watching his brother climb from the bed.
            “Stand
up,” his brother commanded quietly.
            Bobby
did as he was told, slowly standing up, and watched his brother closely. Jack
was fast to strip Bobby entirely, sending a bolt of pleasure through him, and
then he was shoved back to the bed.
            “Fairy,
what the hell are you up to?” he asked huskily.
            Jack
didn’t answer him and instead crawled in between his legs, pushing them apart.
He stared at his brother as his gorgeous face lowered to his stomach, the pink
lips touching his flesh, and moaned loudly as Jack’s glorious tongue darted
out, licking all the way down to his groin.
            “Fuck,
yes, Jack,” he panted, letting his head fall back to the pillows.
            “You
know,” Jack purred playfully, “you’ve always made fun of this stud of mine. .
.Perhaps I should show you just how good this ‘thick meat tenderizer’ really
is.”
            “Definitely,”
he agreed, nodding.
            All
thought vanished from his mind as his little brother slowly took inch by inch
of him into his mouth, the tongue stud grazing him just so—in places he’d never
known existed—and he moaned out his brother’s name loudly. Jack teased him
mercilessly; licking at the head softly before quickly taking it almost fully
into his mouth and soon, Bobby was literally begging his brother to finish him
off. He was so close to coming, it fucking hurt.
            “Ok,
Bobby,” he laughed, suddenly taking him in all the way.
            Bobby
gasped, his hips flying up as his little brother’s throat clenched around the
head of his cock, and he grabbed at Jack’s hair. His brother moaned, sending
vibrations through Bobby’s dick, and he started trembling. God, he was so
fucking close now.
            “Shit!”
he panted, trying to pull his brother off of him when he felt his climax
reaching its peak. “Jack, I’m--!”
            His
brother groaned, pulling back just a little, and milked him dry, licking his
lips after. Bobby collapsed back, totally spent for the moment, and sighed in
pure happiness as Jack crawled up with him.
            “Can
I tell you something?” Jack whispered shyly, nuzzling Bobby’s bare chest.
            “Anything,
sweetheart,” he purred, stroking the sweaty back lovingly.
            “Umm. . .It’s been a while for me,” he muttered, hiding
himself in Bobby.
            “Well,
I’d say you haven’t lost your touch,” he laughed.
            “Bobby,” Jack whined, sitting up and
turning away from him.
            “Jackie
boy,” he sighed, sitting up with him. “Hey, come on. .
.I was just playing around. What do you mean ‘it’s been a while’?”
            “I. . .I haven’t been with someone in over a year and a half,”
Jack mumbled, a blush creeping up his body.
            “No
fucking way,” Bobby snorted. “Quit fucking around, fairy.”
            “I’m
not playing,” he growled, scooting away from him.
            “Well,
why haven’t you been with anyone?” he asked, not allowing his brother the
chance to get away—yanking him back to his chest.
            “All
anyone ever wants with me is one night to fuck me,” he grumbled. “I don’t want
that anymore. . .I want to be loved. . .Not just used to ease tension or so someone can say they
fucked a rock star.”
            “Oh,
Jackie,” Bobby breathed, kissing the slender neck lovingly.
            “Is
that all this is, Bobby?” he whispered. “A one night fuck?”
            “Don’t
you fucking dare!” Bobby snapped a little, making his
brother turn around so he could look into those green eyes. “This is not just a one night thing for me, Jackie. . .Do you really think that I’d do that to you? After years of wanting
you. I’ve waited too fucking long to have you like this and I’m not
about to mess it up. I love you,
Jack. More than anything in the world.”
            “Really?”
he blushed, looking at him in almost disbelief. “You mean that?”
            “God,
Jack, after all these years and you still have issues with intimacy,” he
sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Yes, my little Jackie boy, I mean that. All
of it.”
            “Will
you. . .be gentle?” his brother murmured quietly,
looking at him in embarrassment.
            “Of
course,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss his
Jack ever so gently. “I won’t let you hurt like others have. I swear it.”
            A
look of pure relief washed over his brother’s face and he was hugged fiercely.
Bobby nuzzled the neck beside him, licking at stray drops of salty sweat, and
nibbled softly, loving the soft happy noise it produced. Carefully, Bobby laid
his brother back on the bed, replacing the pillow under the slender hips, and
grabbed the lube. Green eyes watched him intently as he opened the tube,
squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, and he gently pushed one finger
into Jack.
            “Ahh. . .God,” Jack breathed, his
muscles clenching around the intrusion.
            “Relax,
sweetheart,” Bobby whispered, kissing his hip as he moved his finger in deeper.
            Jack
nodded and he felt the boy relax a little. Bobby moved his finger in and out,
twisting it a little, and suddenly Jack’s hips lurched up, a cry of pure
ecstasy ripping from his lips. He’d found his prostate. Smiling to himself, he
carefully inserted another finger, and stretched his brother.
            “Ahh! Bobby!” Jack whined,
grinding his hips down. “I’m ready!”
            “Not
yet, Jackie,” he purred, adding a third finger. “I want no pain for you.”
            “Th-there’s gonna be pain no matter what!” he snapped. “Come
on!”
            “Jack,
I want there to be as little pain for you as possible,” he said lovingly,
rubbing his prostate. “If you need to come, go ahead. It won’t be the last time
tonight, trust me.”
            “Mm,”
his brother grunted, quickly jerking off in time with Bobby’s fingers. “B-Bobby!”
he shouted as he came. “Please. . .I can’t fucking
take anymore of this messing around.”
            “All
right, all right,” he laughed, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. “Jack,
look at me.” Green eyes locked with his. “If it hurts too much, tell me, ok? I
mean it.”
            “Ok,
Bobby,” he said, nodding.
            Bobby
let out a breath and slowly penetrated his brother. Damn, the kid hadn’t been
lying about it being a while! He was tight as a virgin! The older Mercer slowly
went farther, feeling Jack’s legs wrap tightly around his waist—trying to urge
him on—and leaned down to kiss the blushing face, interlacing his hands with
Jack’s. When the boy tensed, Bobby stopped, and whispered at him to relax.
            “It’s
ok, Jack,” he murmured. “Take your time. I can wait.”
            “I. . .I’m sorry,” he panted, blushing. “It just. . .hurts a little bit.”
            “You
wanna stop?”
            “Fuck
no!”
            He
smiled at the response and continued to wait patiently for Jack to adjust.
After a while, his brother nodded, and Bobby eased himself the rest of the way
in, kissing Jack when he was settled. He started with slow, fluid movements;
making love to Jack instead of
fucking him like the others and soon enough, Jack started moving along, moaning
softly.
            “Bobby. . .I can. . .feel you in my stomach,” he whispered
shyly. “I swear to god, I can.”
            “Yeah?”
he smirked, slowly rotating his hips. “Feel good, does it?”
            “Y-you
have no idea,” he gasped quietly, arching his back.
            Bobby
laughed a little bit and kissed him. He let his tongue race the pink lips,
grinning when they parted almost immediately, and let their tongues meet as
lazily as he was moving inside of Jack. His brother delivered an unexpected nip
to his bottom lip, making him growl, and he accidentally thrust harder.
            “Bobby!”
Jack yelped, arching hard as he hit
his prostate dead on.
            “Shit,
did I hurt you?” he panted, freezing.
            “No!”
he cried, wiggling his hips in an effort to get him moving again. “Fuck me, Bobby!”
            “Nuh-uh,” he shook his head seriously, starting back in with
the slow pace.
            I want you to feel the love you crave so
much, he thought.
            Bobby
slowly withdrew from Jack almost all the way before he slid back in a little
faster than he planned and Jack moaned with lost abandon. Damn him and those delicious
sounds! He growled a little in the back of his throat, which Jack had decided
to nip and suck, and repeated the motion again.
            “Yes,
Bobby,” Jack hissed quietly, moving with him. “Please.
. .Like that. . .”
            “Jackie,”
he panted, “I don’t want to be like the others. . .I
want this to be. . .special.”
            “It
is. . .” he whispered. “But this feels good, Bobby. Please?”
            “Fine,
sweetheart,” he sighed, giving up. Another time, he’d go as slow as he wanted.
            He
quickened his pace, loving how Jack responded, and fused their lips together.
His brother would tear away from his lips every now and then to cry out his
name in a chant, but Bobby always found them again. He trailed down the slender
neck, nipping and sucking—leaving a fair amount of marks in his wake—and felt
the muscles tense around him. Jack was close. Without a second thought, he
unlaced one hand from Jack’s, reached down, and gripping his brother’s leaking
member, fisting it slower than they were going.
            “Bobby. . .Ah-ah-ah!” Jack moaned, his hips bucking up as he
came.
            He
growled, biting down on Jack’s shoulder, and came along with him, continuing
his slowing thrusts until he was empty. Then he simply stilled, collapsing
gently onto his brother.
            “God,
Bobby,” Jack panted, kissing his shoulder and neck. “That was.
. .amazing. Better than I ever imagined.”
            “Thanks,”
he laughed, the sound muffled by flesh. “Am I too heavy for you?”
            “Nuh-uh,” he sighed, shifting a little. “Just
right. Bobby?”
            “Hmm?”
he hummed, cursing himself when he realized that he needed to take the condom
off.
            “I
love you.”
            “I
love you too, Jackie boy,” he grinned, carefully pulling out.
            “No!”
Jack pouted, trying desperately to tug him back. “Bobby!?”
            “Shh,
fairy,” he hushed him, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash. “Can’t leave that thing on.”
            “But.
. .” Jack started, blushing.
            Ahh. . .I get it, he smirked.
            “A’ight,
sweetheart, roll over to your side and get comfortable,” he laughed.
            Jack
did as he was told, still pouting, and Bobby slid up behind him, gently trying
to ease himself back in. His brother mewled cutely,
wiggling his ass, and let out a content sigh when Bobby managed to reinsert
himself. Bobby pulled a sheet up over their naked bodies, snuggling into Jack,
and let out a breath.
            “Hey,
fairy?” he whispered after a long time of silence, half scared that Jack had
fallen asleep already.
            “Hmm?”
came a groggy response.
            “Does
this feel right to you?”
            “Nothing
has ever felt this way, Bobby,” he murmured, angling his head to kiss him. “It
feels perfect.”
            “Even
though we’re brothers?” he asked, blushing a little.
            “Not
by blood, we’re not,” Jack said. “Why?”
            “I dunno. . .I just don’t want others thinking we’re incest.”
            “Fuck
‘em,” he chuckled. “No, wait, don’t! I’m the
only one for that now, right?”
            “Mmm
hmm,” he nodded, kissing his neck. “You’re mine,
Cracker Jack.”
            “And
you’re mine,” he giggled, wiggling
his hips a little—making Bobby harden a little and groan.
            “Knock
that off,” he grunted. “I’m too old for this shit.”
            “Are
not,” Jack pouted playfully, stopping anyway. “Night, Bobby. I love you.”
            “Night,
Jackie boy,” he yawned, kissing the messy hair. “I love you too.”
            Jack
sighed happily, snuggling farther into his chest, and murmured something
softly.
            “Huh?”
Bobby mumbled, drifting off.
            “Are
we gonna tell. . .Angel and Jerry about us?”
            “Do
you think we should?”
            “Yeah. . .I mean. . .Well. . .” he trailed.
            “A’ight,”
he nodded. “We’ll have a family sit down in the morning. Now, get to fucking
sleep, Jack. I mean it.”
            “Yes,
sir,” he chuckled, yawning.
            Bobby
pulled his brother closer, ignoring the ache from his cock, and closed his
eyes. He was finally happy and had what he wanted: Jackie boy. His sweet Jackie boy.
Bobby smiled as he drifted off to sleep, his last thought being one of his mother
and how he hoped that she’d be happy for her sons.
Well,
there you have it. My very first shot at anything like this….Tell me what you
think. Like it? There may be another bit to it, but I’m not sure yet. I’ve
still got to work on that thought.
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