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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
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            When
Jack woke up, he smiled. Last night was still running through his head. Bobby,
good god! The things his brother had done to him. Jack rolled over in the bed,
looking at the naked form beside him—at some point in the night, Bobby had
pulled out of him. He reached over, lightly tracing the rosary tattoo on the
broad chest, and smirked at the content sigh he received. Getting bolder, Jack
leaned over and kissed the man’s chest, pushing the sheet down to their feet.
            “Mmm.
. .” Bobby groaned, stretching a little but staying asleep.
            I think a wakeup call is in order, Jack
thought, grinning.
            Carefully,
Jack moved so he straddled his brother, and started kissing and nipping all
over the bare chest. He sucked lightly on a nipple, hearing Bobby groan loudly
in his sleep, and very gently bit down. Bobby moaned his name softly, but
remained asleep. He’d always been somewhat of a deep sleeper. Jack trailed
lower, delivering nips and sucks down to his brother’s hips, and finally, he
was at his prize—Bobby’s proud erection.
            “So
beautiful,” he whispered, tracing the head with a fingertip. Jack had never
thought of a man’s cock as beautiful—not even his own—but with Bobby, it was
the most gorgeous thing he’d ever set eyes on.
            “Cracker
Jack,” Bobby groaned, rolling his hips in his sleep.
            Jack
grinned and slowly took just the head of Bobby into his mouth, letting his
tongue and stud work wonders. Hips rolled up, trying to get more from him, and
he smirked, denying it for now. Slowly, he went farther down, making sure to
twirl his tongue and suck harder, and watched his brother’s sleeping face. When
he finally got all of Bobby into his
mouth, with a bit down his throat, the blue eyes flashed open and looked down
in startled arousal.
            “Oh,
fuck! Jackie!” Bobby cried, his hands lacing into his hair.
            Jack
relaxed immediately, letting Bobby fuck his mouth, and made little noises to
amplify the arousal. When Bobby’s whole body tensed, he pulled back just enough
to be sure he wouldn’t choke, and swallowed his entire
climax, actually finding that he liked the taste. He never liked the taste of
his previous “lovers”. Ever. But this was different.
            “Good,
god, fairy,” Bobby exhaled, his voice rough as hell. “What was that about?”
            “Just
wanted to wake you up,” he smiled, still suckling on Bobby’s softening member
lovingly.
            “I’m
clearly up,” he groaned, surprisingly
growing hard in Jack’s mouth already.
            “I
see,” he chuckled, crawling up and lying on his brother.
            He
let out a startled squeak when he felt wet fingers at his entrance, but eagerly
backed onto them. Bobby moved slowly, stretching him, and before he knew it, he
was literally fucking himself with
Bobby’s fingers. When the fingers left, he whined, but felt the real prize
entering him gently moments later.
            “Yes,
Bobby,” he panted, already drenched in sweat. “Please.”
            “Shh,
sweetheart,” his brother smiled, holding his hips and lowering him down. “I
don’t wanna hurt you.”
            “Y-you
aren’t,” he gasped, wiggling around to get used to the sting. Bobby wasn’t
exactly small. “There!” he mewled
when Bobby’s cock nudged his prostate, clawing gently at the bare chest.
            “You
keep them claws to yourself,” Bobby smirked, grabbing his hands and rolling
them over in one fluid motion.
            “Bobby,
please. . .harder,” he begged when his brother started
moving slowly and gently inside of him.
            “I
want to make love with you,” Bobby whispered, stilling entirely. “I don’t want
to fuck you like the others, Jack. . .I want you to
know what it’s like to be loved. . .”
            Those
words made him tingle all over and he just nodded, if that’s what Bobby wanted
to do, then so be it. Bobby gave him a loving grin, leaning down to kiss him
firmly, and started moving again so slowly. Jack arched when Bobby’s member
dragged over his prostate, whimpering in pure pleasure, and tightened his legs
around the muscled waist. God, it felt so fucking good!
            “D-deeper,”
he whispered frantically, trying to urge Bobby on with his legs. “Wanna feel
you deeper.”
            “Patience,”
his brother murmured, angling himself so he hit Jack’s prostate with every movement.
            “Oh,
god!” he moaned, thrashing a little.
            “It’s
just Bobby, thanks,” his lover laughed, nipping at his lips.
            He
couldn’t think of a witty reply and just clenched his muscles in retaliation.
Bobby grunted in surprise, thrusting harder out of instinct, and Jack yelped in
mild surprised pain.
            “Dammit,
Jack,” Bobby growled, stilling once again. “Are you all right?”
            “Fine,”
he panted, trying to relax his body. “I’m ok, honest. I wasn’t expecting that. . .I’m sorry,” he blushed.
            “Let
me know when you’re ok,” he whispered, those blue eyes looking at him with
immeasurable love.
            He
sucked in a deep breath, feeling his body relax, and gave his lover a nod.
Bobby grinned, slowly moving out, and then went back in just as slow, really
hitting Jack’s prostate. He moaned loudly, crushing his lips to his brother’s
desperately, and rolled his hips, trying to take Bobby as deep as he could.
Finally, his brother went as deep as possible, and he mewled happily. Bobby
shot him a grin, one of his hands going down Jack’s torso, and he gasped as it
curled around him tightly. He was jerked off as slowly as Bobby was moving
within him and could feel his climax building inside him at an alarming rate.
            “Come
with me, Cracker Jack,” Bobby demanded softly, making him blush. Why did his
brother have to talk like that? “Please, Jack. . .Come
with me.”
            “I. . .I. . .” he panted, feeling his body tighten around
Bobby’s cock at those words. “Bobby!”
he cried out as he came, feeling his hot semen hit his stomach. What he felt
next surprised him. Hot fluid flooded his bowels, some leaking down his legs,
and he gasped at the feeling of such warmth coming into him. Bobby didn’t wear
a condom this time.
            “I
love you, Jackie boy,” his brother panted, collapsing gently on him. “So much.”
            “You. . .didn’t wear a condom,” he squeaked nervously. What
if he caught something?!
            “Huh?”
Bobby pulled back, giving him a look. “I’m clean, Jack. Otherwise, I woulda
never went back into you last night.”
            “No
one’s ever. . .gone without a condom with me,” he
whispered, blushing.
            “Never?”
            “Never.
. .” he blushed hotter. “Bobby. . .I can feel. . .”
            “My
come inside you?” he smirked, kissing his forehead.
            “Yeah. . .It’s still warm,” he breathed.
            “You
ok with it?” Bobby asked seriously. “Me not wearing a
condom?”
            “As
long as you promise me that you’re clean,” he murmured. “I wondered why it felt
different this time. . .Warmer. . .”
            “Flesh
on flesh,” his lover laughed, kissing him. “And I promise that I’m clean. If
you really want, I’ll get tested.”
            “No,
I trust you,” he sighed.
            “So. . .We gonna tell the others today? About
us?”
            “I
don’t know now,” he blushed. Since last night, he’d started having second
thoughts.
            “What
do you mean?”
            “What if they call me a slut!? Or think that we’re
disgusting? What if they hate me after this, Bobby?” he asked, starting to cry.
“I don’t want them to hate me! I don’t want them to think I’m nothing more than
a slut! A whore!”
            “Jackie,
stop!” Bobby said loudly, holding his face. “Look at me, Jack.” He slowly
looked into the deep blue eyes. “They won’t think you’re a slut or a whore. . .They might not like the idea at first, but they’ll
just have to adjust now, won’t they?”
            “What?”
            “Well,
I’m not just gonna leave you if they don’t approve of it,” his brother soothed,
stroking his damp hair. “I love you too much, Jackie boy.
. .My little fairy.”
            “But. . .what if?” he whimpered, still crying softly.
            “Stop
with the what ifs,” Bobby said, kissing the tears from
his face. “You keep focusing on that and you’re gonna miss your whole life,
sweetheart.”
            “You
promise that you won’t leave me if they are grossed out by us?” he whispered,
needing assurance.
            “I
swear to god, Jackie,” he said firmly, kissing him hard. “If I ever leave you,
I’ll fucking die. I need you. . .Even more now that
I’ve finally got you with me. You understand?”
            “Y-yes,”
he hitched, burying his face in Bobby’s throat. “Do you think Ma would
approve?”
            “Didn’t
you tell me last night that she said she’d love you no matter what?” Bobby
smiled against his neck, kissing the skin. “All Ma ever wanted for us was to be
happy, Jackie. Are you happy with me?”
            “Yes,”
he said. “So happy, Bobby! I haven’t been this happy. . .since Ma adopted me.”
            “Then
stop worrying what everyone else will think,” his brother smiled, kissing him
again and again.
            Jack
got himself calmed down and stayed securely under Bobby for a long while. He
felt safe under the hockey toned body and loved.
He never wanted to move from this spot.
            “Jackie, you up for a shower?” Bobby asked, nuzzling his
neck.
            “I
don’t ever wanna get outta this bed,” he pouted.
            “Eventually,
we’re gonna have to,” Bobby laughed, pulling away to look at him. “Come on. . .I’ll scrub you up, fairy.”
            “Really?”
he blushed, feeling kind of babied. “You’d do that?” It was rather unlike Bobby
to show such a side of himself.
            “If you’d like me to.”
            “I’d
love it,” he smirked shyly. “I’ve never been treated so good.
. .Hell, I’ve never woken up with a person still in bed with me.”
            “Get
used to it,” Bobby smiled, carefully pulling out of him.
            Jack
winced in slight pain—his body had gotten used to the intrusion—and whimpered
in disappointment.
            “I
know, Jack,” he laughed. “I’d rather stay like that all day too.
. .Come on, fairy boy, let’s shower.”
            They
padded to the bathroom naked and soon Jack was being washed from head to toe by
the oldest Mercer. He purred as Bobby massaged shampoo into his hair, having to
sort of shrink himself so he could even reach, and ended up hard as steel once
more.
            “Jesus,
Jackie,” Bobby snorted playfully, looking at his erection. “What am I gonna do
with you?”
            “Sorry,”
he blushed, looking away. “I can’t help it.”
            “To
be nineteen again,” Bobby sighed, sinking to his knees.
            “B-Bobby!”
he yelped in shock as his brother swallowed him whole in one try.
            “Mmmm,”
he hummed, driving him insane.
            Jack
didn’t last long at all, coming in a matter of minutes, and blushed in
embarrassment as Bobby got back to his feet. His brother shot him a grin and
just washed himself up. They climbed out, toweling off, and went to get
dressed. Jack pulled on some boxers and a pair of jeans, catching Bobby staring
at him, and he smirked, yanking on a tank top. His brother pulled him back to
him when he walked by, biting his neck hard, and Jack’s knees went weak.
            “Shit,
Bobby,” he gasped, his hand flying to the nape of his lover’s neck.
            “Do
you see what you do to me, fairy boy?” Bobby growled into his throat.
            “I’m
starting to get an idea,” he laughed lightly, prying him off of him. “Cut it
out. . .”
            “What
if I don’t wanna?” Bobby retorted playfully, swaying his hips.
            “Bobby,
please,” he blushed.
            “Ugh,
fine,” he sighed, releasing him. “Tease.”
            “W-what?”
he squeaked, blushing more.
            “Look
at how you dress, Jackie,” Bobby laughed, pulling on his own boxers and jeans.
“Tight ass jeans. . .You drive me crazy.”
            “Sorry,”
he smirked, heading downstairs to make something to eat.
            He
was just eating some toast, when Bobby came down the steps, whistling lightly,
and grabbed the phone. Jack’s throat went dry when he watched his brother call
Angel and Jerry, telling them that they had to talk. Bobby sat down, rubbing
Jack’s leg lovingly, and he bit back on worried tears.
            “Stop
it, Jackie,” his brother ordered softly. “You
wanted us to tell them and we are. I’m gonna do the talking, so stop worrying
about it. If they say anything rude to you, I’ll knock them clear into next
fucking month.”
            “Bobby,”
he laughed shakily, leaning into him.
            “I
mean it, fairy,” he said, kissing his head.
            Bobby’s
hand rubbed his thigh, slowly going higher, and Jack sighed happily. His lover
slowly moved from kissing his head to his neck and shoulder, the whole time his
hand sliding higher and higher.
            “Bobby,
no,” Jack moaned softly when his brother started rubbing him through his jeans.
“Th-they’re gonna be here any time.”
            “What
better way to break the ice,” he chuckled throatily, rubbing harder and with
more purpose, “than by walking in on my giving you a lovely hand job?”
            “B-Bobby,
I’m serious,” he groaned, grabbing
his wrist. “Knock it off. . .Please.”
            “A’ight,
Jackie,” he pouted, ceasing. “But I’m finishing up with you as soon as they
leave.”
            “God,
is this all we’re gonna do anymore?” he snorted softly, waiting for his aching
erection to leave.
            “There
a problem with it?” Bobby asked, blowing softly in his ear. “We gotta lot of
years to make up for, fairy boy.”
            “Bobby!”
he growled, jerking away from the teasing.
            His
brother laughed loudly, moving away from him, and Jack cursed him over and over
in his head, waiting for his raging boner to leave. It wilted as soon as the
front door opened and his other two brothers came inside the house.
            “So,
what’s the fucking deal?” Angel asked grumpily. “Me
an’ Sofi were in the middle of something.”
            “You
two will always be in the middle of something,” Bobby shot back. “Shut up and
sit the fuck down.”
            “Is
there something wrong?” Jerry asked, sitting at the kitchen table. “You sounded
really serious on the phone.”
            “It
is rather serious,” Bobby said, giving Jack an assuring look. “It’s about Jack
and I.”
            “What
is it?” both brothers asked, looking intently at the youngest.
            “We. . .Shit, this is a helluva lot harder than I planned. .
.We’re ummm. . .Together,” Bobby said slowly.
            “Huh?”
Angel asked, looking at Bobby in wonder. “What do you mean?”
            “We’re. . .dating,” he replied, touching Jack’s shoulder.
            “No
fucking shit!” Jerry laughed.
            Jack
blushed, feeling tears sting his eyes, and waited for the insults to be hurled
at him.
            “No
shit,” Bobby growled evenly.
            “Damn,”
Angel breathed, looking at Jack once more. “It’s about time!” he chuckled,
patting Jack’s shoulder roughly.
            “W-what?”
he stuttered, staring at him in shock.
            They’re playing around with me. . .he thought miserably. They hate me. . .Think I’m a slut. . .A worthless whore. . .Just like
when I was little and that’s all I was to everyone. . .
            “We’ve known since. . .Prolly since before you two even knew that you guys loved each other in more than a
brotherly fashion,” Jerry smiled at him.
            “You
don’t. . .think it’s wrong?” he whispered, blushing.
“Or that. . .I’m disgusting?”
            “No!
Of fucking course not!” Angel said firmly. “You are our brothers, just with a
little more of a personal connection between you guys.”
            “Jackie,
you’re not gross. . .We’ve never thought that about
you,” Jerry assured him. “I think it’s good that Bobby finally has someone to
tone him down a bit,” he smirked at the oldest Mercer. “And you have someone to. . .What is it that you do in the relationship, Bobby?”
            “I
support him and treat him like he’s supposed to be treated,” Bobby said
proudly.
            God, we’ve been together just a day and he’s already so proud.
. .Jack thought, blushing even more.
            “Oh,
ok,” Jerry smirked. “Well, if that’s all you two wanted to tell us, I’ve got to
get the girls to dance class. . .I’m really happy for
you guys.”
            “Thanks,”
Jack murmured softly, still absorbing the whole thing. “And. . .I guess we’re
done.”
            “Ok,”
he said, standing to get a hug from each man. “I’ll see you around. Love you
guys.”
            “I’m
gonna go finish up what I started with Sofi,” Angel said, also standing. “Congrats, you two. I’ll see you later.”
            “Later,”
Bobby said, hugging each man.
            “Bye,”
Jack whispered, also giving them a hug.
            He
was still in a daze as they left and yelped loudly in shock as he was lifted
up. He clung to Bobby’s shoulders as he was carried upstairs, muttering curses
the whole time, and got tossed to his bed.
            “Seriously,
Bobby?” he asked, not in the mood for the moment.
            “I
warned you earlier,” his lover growled seductively, crawling on the bed. “What’s
wrong, Jack?”
            “I. . .still can’t believe that they didn’t care about us,”
he sighed as Bobby started rubbing his feet. “Hey. .
.Umm. . .Can you give me a massage?”
            “Whole
body?” he smirked, arching an eyebrow as he worked on Jack’s feet.
            “I
guess so,” he purred as his brother worked him over. God, Bobby had magic
fingers.
            “Then
I want you to strip down to your boxers,” Bobby ordered, ceasing everything.
            “What?”
he pouted, looking at him suspiciously.
            “Strip,”
Bobby ordered again, softer this time. “Please.”
            Hesitantly,
Jack stood on the bed and stripped his clothes, keeping an eye on Bobby the
whole time. He hated being told to take his clothes off, it brought back too
many bad memories, but then again, this was Bobby—his lover, his protector.
            “Now,
lie down,” Bobby said huskily. “Get comfy.”
            “Bobby?”
he whispered nervously, doing as he was told.
            “Don’t
worry, Jackie boy,” he smile. “I’m not going to do nothing bad to you. . .I’m not like those other fuckheads from your past. .
.”
            He
nodded, shifting to a more comfortable position on the bed, and waited
nervously. Bobby lost his clothes too, sitting in just his boxers, and sat near
Jack’s feet, once again working magic on them. Jack sighed, relaxing back into
the soft mattress, and closed his eyes. He felt the hands work out the tension
in his feet and then trail higher, to his calves. Jack looked at his lover,
blushing, and smiled.
            “Bobby,
can we talk?” he asked shyly.
            “Sure,
sweetheart,” he smiled warmly, rubbing out some knots in his calves. “What about?”
            “My. . .past lovers,” he blushed hotly.
            “Why,
Jackie?” Bobby asked, looking at him with curious blue eyes.
            “Because. . .You have a right to know what. . .you’re getting
into with me,” he whispered.
            “Jackie,
I’ve known you for years,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss his knee. “I think
I know just what I’m getting into.”
            “Bobby,
you don’t have the first clue on how others have treated me,” he mumbled,
jerking away from him in shame and fear. What if Bobby wanted nothing to do
with him after this? Jack didn’t think he could live if he left him.
            “Then
tell me, babe,” he said seriously, moving to hug him hard. “I’ll make it right. . .I won’t be like them. . .I love you, Jack.”
            “I
know, Bobby,” he sighed, allowing the hug to last. “Last night.
. .was the first night in a long time that I’ve actually looked into the eyes
of the person. . .fucking me.”
            “Making
love with you,” Bobby corrected quickly, kissing his neck.
            “Anyway. . .They’ve never looked me in the face. . .” he
mumbled, blushing. “They’d order me around rudely or just want a quick moment
of hard fucking. . .I’ve only be a top once or twice. . .I was told I was
horrible at it, so I don’t bother even trying anymore.”
            “I
don’t think you’d be a bad top,” Bobby purred, nuzzling him. “Wanna try it out
tonight?”
            “What?”
he squeaked, looking at him in shock. Did he hear
Bobby right?
            “Do
you wanna try being a top tonight?” Bobby asked again, just as seriously as the
first time.
            “No,”
he mumbled, blushing. “I’m no good at it, Bobby. .
.Trust me.”
            “You’ll
be better than the ones I’ve let be top,” he whispered softly.
            “You’ve be a bottom?” he asked shyly.
Bobby didn’t seem the type to be a bottom.
            “Only
twice. . .And they weren’t very gentle with me,” he
said. “It hurt a lot. . .But. . .I’d be willing to let
you try, Jackie. I trust you.”
            “If
you’ve only been a bottom twice. . .then how do you
know so much?” he asked before he could stop himself.
            “There’s
this thing called porn, Jack,” Bobby chuckled, rubbing his shoulders. “And
there’s actually books on it too. . .For actual
learning, not just to beat off to.”
            “Bobby.
. .” he sighed, melting under his massage. “I dunno about me trying. . .I really suck at it. . .”
            “Can
I ask what they said that you did wrong?” his lover asked gently, working out a
knot in his back.
            “Umm,”
he blushed. “I. . .came too fast both times. . .and
just didn’t know what the hell I was doing. . .Right there, Bobby. . .That’s a
bad knot.”
            “Here?”
Bobby asked, really rubbing hard to get the knot untangled.
            “Yeah,”
he moaned as the knot slowly worked out.
            “So,
they got pissed off that you were a virgin topper,” Bobby growled. “That’s
fucking stupid. . .Jack, turn around.”
            Slowly,
Jack turned around, and stared into deep blue eyes. Bobby smiled at him,
stroking his neck lovingly, and kissed him softly.
            “I
want you to make love with me
tonight, Jackie boy,” he said firmly. “I’ll walk you through it if you want. .
.”
            “Bobby,
no,” he whimpered, blushing. “I’ll mess it up. . .”
            “You
will not,” he said lovingly, running his fingers in his hair. “It’ll be a first
for both of us tonight. . .You get me?”
            “I.
. .” he started, biting his lip nervously. He couldn’t do it; he’d fuck
everything up just like always. “No, Bobby, I’m not going to,” he said,
sounding pathetic when he meant to sound firm.
            “Jack,”
his brother sighed, cupping his face, “you don’t sound very convincing, know that?”
            “Bobby,
I’ll do it wrong!” he whined, crying a little bit. “I’ll finish too fast. . .I won’t satisfy you!”
            “Stop
that bullshit,” Bobby ordered firmly. “Jackie, I’m willing to try and let you
do something with me that I haven’t let anyone do since those first two assholes. . .and you’re not even willing to try? How fair is that?”
            He’s right, he thought. People have hurt Bobby when he was a bottom. . .Just like people have hurt me. . .
            “Just
trying?” he whispered, blushing hotly.
            “Just
trying,” he smiled, kissing him. “And I will
give you pointers and help you along the way, all right, sweetheart?”
            “All
right,” he said.
            “Can
I get a smile from you?” Bobby asked, giving him a puppy look with big blue
eyes.
            “Bobby,”
he giggled.
            “There
we go,” he smiled widely, kissing him. “That’s the smile I love so much, Jack.”
            “I
love you,” he blurted stupidly.
            “I
love you too,” he laughed, slowly easing Jack back to the bed. “How about we finish
up that massage?”
            “Yeah,”
he sighed, quickly getting cozy.
            For
the rest of the afternoon, he was spoiled rotten with massages and homemade
food, and they spent nearly the whole day lying either in bed or on the couch
together. Jack couldn’t be happier. The only thing that lurked in the shadows
of his mind now was the fact that tonight, he’d be making love with Bobby instead
of the other night around.
Ok.
. .so here’s a second chapter. . .I don’t know if it’s any good or not. . .I
don’t really have much of a plot, aside from the boys overcoming demons from their
pasts. . .Leave a review, just so I know if people are even interested in this.
There may be another chapter….
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