Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Running pt6
Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 3351
Summary: Jack’s running again. Bobby’s chasing. Again.
Warnings: Inspired by Metallica's cover of "Turn the Page". Somehow the idea of a prostitute Jack is such a turn on. especially one tarted up in leather. Takes place after movie's ending. AU from here on.
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“Come on Jackie! Let’s go man; this place gives me the creeps even in the daylight!”
Jack smiled as he jogged over to Bobby. “Sorry,” he offered.
Bobby slung an arm around Jack the way he used to and leaned his head close to Jack’s neck. Jack moved their heads closer together and picked up the pace. It really was freaking cold out here.
‘Right,’ he thought to himself. ‘Home, I’m going home’
While Bobby cursed as he fumbled with his car keys, Jack studied the streets, still expecting to find one of Sweet’s men waiting for him to let his guard down. He hadn’t felt safe in months. Now, Bobby was offering him a glimpse of what peace must be like. He trusted Bobby to keep him protected, but he still lived in fear of Bobby growing tired of always being in ‘protective brother mode’. How many years could one person maintain that way of life?
Bobby swore viciously as he finally managed to pry the car door open. He looked into Jack’s amused face and held up his key ring. “Fuckin’ keyhole’s frozen shut!” he said, teeth beginning to chatter slightly. Jack laughed at the dirty look on Bobby’s face. Bobby took small slights very personally. Things like frozen keyholes. And missing socks.
Bobby slid into the car, ignoring how cold it was inside on the cracked leather. Jack crept into the car and yelped as the cold seeped into the thin layer of jean covering him. He shivered violently as Bobby started up the car. They cruised along the roads, a comfortable silence falling between them.
Jack laid his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. He still felt so tired and worn out. He marveled at how fast his life had altered. One moment, he been on the stage, again, whoring himself to the crowd of middle age men, the next he’d been brought back by Bobby to his shithole of an apartment. Now he was on his way home again, Bobby at his side. He smiled as he closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
Bobby glanced over as Jack slept, his face turned to the window as always. He fiddled with the radio dials, one eye on the road. He settled on a rock station, keeping the volume way down. The last thing he wanted was to wake Jack right. Bobby was fairly certain that Jack hadn’t been sleeping much over the past few months. He was definitely not eating anywhere near the amount that he should be, Bobby thought to himself. He had been able to count most of Jack’s ribs when he was on the stage. He grimaced at the memory.
Though watching Jack dance had been sexy, the realization of exactly what his baby brother was doing for money horrified him. Bobby wasn’t sure what was worse. The fact that Jack was clearly working as a prostitute or that he hadn’t wanted to come back with Bobby until he was forced to. He watched Jack sleep out of the corner of his eye as he made for the highway. When Jack woke, they were due for a long talk. 'And this time Jack couldn’t distract him with sex,' he thought with a small smirk.
Jack dreamt as the pavement stretched on. He dreamt that he’d been dancing, only to see Bobby at the end of the runway, and that Bobby had made him leave. His mind blurred all the images together, making everything hazy. He jumped lightly as he came out of his sleep, blinking furiously. He cringed when he realized exactly where he was.
‘Oh God, it was real,’ he moaned mentally. He snuck a glance at Bobby who was seemingly staring at nothing, one hand draped over the wheel, his other tapping an irregular beat on his leg. He stayed perfectly still, wondering if Bobby had noticed the change in his breathing. Then, “I know you’re awake, Jack”.
Jack swallowed hard and faced Bobby. He pasted a small smile on his face. “How’d you sleep?” Bobby said out of the corner of his mouth. "Fine. Uh, how long was I out?” Jack asked, seeing that the sky was brighter than before. “Bout an hour or so,” Bobby said.
Jack nodded absently. “So how long do you think it will take us to get h-home?” he asked, striving to sound casual. Bobby shrugged. “Depends how fast you’re driving. On the way here, it was almost overnight. Take your time, and it could be a day, maybe two”
Jack winced at the unspoken words. He just bet Bobby drove here as fast as humanly possible. He shivered as the cold air trickled into the car, though the windows were all rolled up. Bobby reached for the backseat with one arm, rooting around behind the driver seat. The car began swaying a bit. Jack’s eyes widened in fear. “Uh, Bobby. Bobby…the car!” he yelled.
Bobby pulled his arm back, waving it triumphantly, sweater in his fist. He grinned at Jack. “Relax sweetheart. You know I’m a good driver.” Jack snorted but accepted the bulky sweater that Bobby had thrust at him. He slipped it on, very grateful for the sudden warmth that came with it.
“As good a driver as when you chase people in a shoot-out?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Bobby puffed his chest out and said proudly, “I’ll have you know that I consider my driving skills to be better than the average gangster wannabe.” He spoiled the pride by laughing softly at the end of his sentence. “Yeah, well I still remember that night, despite how I try to forget,” Jack mumbled into the sweater. Bobby’s smile faded.
“Jack, I gotta know something before we head back,” he stated. Jack frowned. This did not sound promising. He dragged his eyes up from the arm of the borrowed sweater to reluctantly meet Bobby’s. He saw determination and it occurred to him that he would most likely not be able to squeeze out of talking now. He took a silent deep breath and waited.
“I know that you think for whatever reason, that you don’t belong at home. I got that much. And you don’t think you can be alone, so you…you need me,” Bobby’s voice cracked as he began to realize just how much Jack really did need him. Jack nodded slowly, breathing shallowly. Bobby blew out a breath of courage and continued.
“So I guess what I wanna know is what made you think that?” he said, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Jack stared at Bobby, unease and confusion settling in. “Why I think what?” he asked, stalling for time.
Bobby shook his head, a cold smile on his face. “Jackie, I know what you’re gonna try to do. Don’t even bother. I want answers Jack; you owe me an explanation after the week I’ve been through looking for your scrawny ass.”
Jack flinched at the hard sound in Bobby’s voice, unsure of what to say. He was starting to get the vibe that Bobby’s temper would only be held in check a while longer. Jack looked out the window to avoid Bobby’s eyes.
“I don’t like being alone,” Jack whispered, drawing his knees up. He rested his head on them, watching the other cars drift by. Bobby made a silent plea for control as he watched Jack attempt to withdraw into himself.
“Shit, Jack, lots of people are on their own, and they don’t run from memories,” he winced as he heard how that must have sounded. Jack stiffened, his mouth shut firmly. “Fuck…look Jack, I meant that lots of people got no one else and they’re all doin’ just fine. You gotta stop looking at home as a place where you’re alone, cause you aren’t. We’re all here for you, you don’t have to run.”
Jack nodded abruptly and continued to watch the cars go by. Bobby sighed. This was not going well. He let the silence hang between them for a few moments. “Look Jack, I’m not the best at sayin’ how I feel. Could you try and meet me at least halfway here?”
More silence. “Damn it Jack! You know that I love you; you know I said that I would take you home with me and that I would stay. What else do you need to hear?”
Jack stared absently out the window. He was more afraid now then he’d been in months. Any second now, Bobby was gonna loose it on him and tell him to fuck off, that he didn’t need a Jack-shaped burden on his shoulders. He sat perfectly still, willing the tears that were quickly filling his eyes not to fall.
Bobby breathed in short, angry breaths. He was so close to screaming, he could taste the hurtful words on his tongue. He bit down hard on his tongue, tasting blood. There was no fuckin’ way that he would say half the hurtful things begging to be let out of his mouth. 'You couldn’t take those words back afterwards,' he thought grimly. It was like trying to catch wind in your hands. He counted backwards from ten very slowly, fighting for control. 'Yelling is not going to help Jack,' he reminded himself.
Jack turned his head towards Bobby and said, softly “I know you’re mad, Bobby. You can yell if you want.”
Bobby snorted. “Pah, there’s somethin’ I won’t be doing.” Jack tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, his eyes still glossy from suppressed tears. Bobby nodded and said “Yellin’ at you might make me feel better right now, but it ain’t gonna fix anything.”
Jack gave a small smile. “You sound like Ma.” Bobby gave a humorless laugh. “Someone’s gotta,” Jack’s smile dropped off his face.
“I don’t wanna talk right now, Bobby,” he said, crossing his arms and resting his head on his knees. Bobby leaned back in his seat, gritting his teeth in frustration. He spotted a gas station/restaurant just off to the side of the off ramp. Bobby swerved into the next lane, ignoring the startled honks from the cars behind him. Jack gave him a quick glance, his eyes wide as he tried to guess what Bobby would do next. He pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. They sat in utter silence for a moment. Bobby pulled the keys out of the ignition. “I’m gonna get breakfast or something. You comin’?” Jack nodded.
They walked into the dingy restaurant, standing nearly a foot apart from each other. Jack felt empty now, and he mourned for the closeness that they had shared only a few hours prior. They slid into a booth and avoided looking at each other.
The washed-out waitress came then and took Bobby’s order. “Jack, you want anything?” Jack shook his head silently. Bobby let out another sigh and ordered a tea and muffin for Jack. He thanked the waitress and looked out the window as Jack stared at him. “What?” he said finally. Jack opened his mouth, and then closed it again. “I know you like tea better than coffee, Jackie.” Jack grinned lightly then, the lump in his throat loosening. “Thanks,” Jack said, Bobby grinned back, the tension easing a bit.
After they had finished eating, Bobby had fished out a smoke. He’d smoked while staring out the window. Jack was starting to feel edgy and twitchy. He mumbled that he had to go to the bathroom. Bobby nodded, his eyes clouded. Jack closed his own eyes for a second, then opened them and headed for the washroom.
He let the door slam behind him, eyeing the fairly clean stalls and sinks. He leaned on one of the sinks, arms propping him up. Jack trembled with the urge to run. He glanced at the window, trying to estimate how big it was and whether or not he could squeeze through it. He was still guessing when the door clanged open behind him. He shuddered as Bobby’s scent filled the air around him. Even in the midst of a full blown panic, the smell of Bobby made him hard.
He leaned on one leg then the other as Bobby came up silently behind him. Jack held still, trying to anticipate Bobby’s next move. He felt Bobby’s firm hands grip his hips almost hesitantly. He breathed out slowly. “You weren’t plannin’ on runnin’ again, were you, Jack?” Bobby said softly in Jack’s ear.
He shuddered. His jeans tightened painfully around his crotch. Bobby leaned closer, and after a moment’s pause, added “Hmm?” He lined himself up with Jack’s long frame, pressing gently against him. Jack was trembling violently, his legs racked with spasms. “I…I…uh…I had to uh…” he stuttered as he felt Bobby’s hands wander around to his front.
“You had to what?” Bobby asked his voice light with mischief. He remembered all too well how Jack had teased him that previous night. He knew that Jack had way more experience, but that wasn’t gonna stop him from trying and experimenting. Bobby smiled to himself.
He knew damn well that Jack had been thirty seconds off of bolting from the restaurant. And if Jack wanted to play hardball that was fine with him. He’d just calm Jack down the best way he knew how. He brought his mouth close to Jack’s ear and whispered “I know what you were gonna do Jackie. You were gonna bolt.”
Jack gasped out a strangled ‘no’. “Oh yes you were. Sweetheart, no one knows you better than me.” He paused, then with a jolt of inspiration said “I think you’re afraid of me deep down, aren’t you Jack? You think I’m gonna hurt you or get tired of you. And I gotta say that hurts man.” Jack shook his head in despair, his body twitching as Bobby’s hands found his stomach.
Bobby tilted his head and traced the outer shell of Jack’s ear with his tongue. Jack gave a full body shudder, his breath wheezing out. “Bobby…” he gasped. He could feel a small damp spot growing bigger by the moment on his jeans. His body throbbed with desire and fear.
“I told you I’d stay with you. I want to be with you. I ain’t stayin’ just cause I want to protect you, though Lord knows you need to be kept safe cause you find trouble like nobody’s business,” Bobby said as he let his hands drift down towards Jack’s groin.
He chuckled to himself when he found one of the reasons that Jack was shaking so bad. He gripped Jack’s hard cock with one hand, the other holding his hip steady as he began to stroke. His movements were uneven, but Jack was in heaven. His body tingled with the urge to come, his breath coming in short, hard gasps. Oh God, he wanted to believe Bobby. He wanted Bobby to continue, he wanted those whispered words in his ear. He burned all over.
Bobby smiled as he heard Jack’s pleas. He wondered how much of this Jack was really listening to, how much he could hear over the blood roaring in his ears. He dropped kisses on Jack’s neck, finding one spot that looked inviting. He sucked gently at first, then stronger as the urge to bite down a bit hit him. Jack gave a small shout as he felt Bobby’s tongue swipe across his neck, that rough hand groping him through his jeans. His nerves were on edge, god he wanted to come.
Bobby paused a moment, then undid Jack’s jeans. He wanted to feel Jack, skin to skin. He made a loose fist around Jack’s cock and resumed his slightly uneven strokes. Jack whimpered as he felt Bobby’s calloused hand bring him closer. He panted, hanging on to the sink, his mouth open as the tingling made it’s way up from his feet. Bobby sucked harder, his teeth nibbling on Jack’s neck, tongue swirling over the exposed skin, his hand moving faster now. Jack clawed at the porcelain, his hips moving in time to the strokes.
“Bobby…I gottta…please let me…” he whispered shakily. “Uh…I…I…fuck, please,” he said, his eyes glazed with arousal.
Bobby closed his eyes then and twisted his wrist at the tip of Jack’s cock. The flip sent Jack spiraling over the edge, screaming his orgasm into the sleeve of Bobby’s sweater. He came hard, as though he hadn’t already the night before, his hips bucking helplessly as he spilled into the sink and all over Bobby’s hand.
Bobby smiled with satisfaction as Jack leaned, almost boneless, back against him. Jack gave a huge sigh as his eyes drooped in sudden exhaustion. His eyes fluttered open after a moment, he grinned hazily up at Bobby.
“Hey” Bobby said. Jack sighed then. “You ok to walk?” Bobby asked as he stood Jack back upright. Jack nodded, a look of complete relaxation on his face. They left the restaurant side by side, their arms brushing occasionally. The waitress watched them leave, a small smirk on her face.
Back in the car, Bobby waited a moment before turning to look at Jack who was fiddling with the radio dials. “Fuck, you’d think we were out in the boonies with the static coming out of this radio,” Jack grumbled.
“Jack, I’m sorry bout the car ride earlier,” Bobby said quietly, staring at the steering wheel. “I just wanna understand why you don’t like yourself, and I want to help.” Jack caught his eye and nodded again. “It isn’t easy for me to talk about it Bobby.”
Bobby understood. He’d always had a hard time telling people how he felt and why he felt things. ‘If I can’t even say it to myself, then how the hell am I gonna help Jack?’ he asked himself. He shook his head in irritation. Damn. “I’m not gonna pretend that I know what to do Jack. I’m in the dark here. But I promise I ain’t gonna give up on you. And I’ll never stop lovin’ you,” he felt a sense of relief wash over him after he said that.
With that, Bobby started up the car, smiling as he heard Jack shout triumphantly when he found his cassette tape. “Here, play this,” he said, draping himself over Bobby’s shoulder. Bobby inhaled as Jack stretched over him. God, how he’d missed this kid.
They drove back out onto the highway, chatting every so often, keeping the conversation as light as possible. Eventually Bobby told Jack about how he’d found him, how’d he gone through every seedy bar, club, and peeler joint in the city till he found Jack. How he’d grabbed random strangers, thinking that they were Jack till they turned around.
Complete strangers. Jack felt a pang of guilt when Bobby described how he’d done without sleep and very little food while searching for Jack. Bobby had sighed when he saw the lower pouty lip on Jack. He’d grabbed him and pulled him into a rough half hug. They’d stayed like that for a few hours. Jack drifted off to sleep every so often as they drove throughout the next night.
The next time that Jack had woken up, he was in the driveway. Home. He shifted in his seat, feeling nervous as the house loomed over him. Bobby glanced over at him and smiled encouragingly. “Jack, I did what I set out to do. I found you. You’re with me now, and Sweetheart here’s where you’re gonna stay.”
Jack’s eyes burned as he stared at Bobby, his heart beating fast. “Just promise me you won’t leave, Bobby,” he said, blinking rapidly.
“We aren’t finished Jackie. We’re gonna talk through this till you get it through your head that this is where you belong. Ma told you time and time again that you’re worth it. You just gotta believe it Jack,” Bobby said carefully.
Jack smiled as one tear rolled down his cheek. Bobby held out his arm in invitation. Jack dove into his arms and they sat, completely comforted by the presence of the other.
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Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 3351
Summary: Jack’s running again. Bobby’s chasing. Again.
Warnings: Inspired by Metallica's cover of "Turn the Page". Somehow the idea of a prostitute Jack is such a turn on. especially one tarted up in leather. Takes place after movie's ending. AU from here on.
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“Come on Jackie! Let’s go man; this place gives me the creeps even in the daylight!”
Jack smiled as he jogged over to Bobby. “Sorry,” he offered.
Bobby slung an arm around Jack the way he used to and leaned his head close to Jack’s neck. Jack moved their heads closer together and picked up the pace. It really was freaking cold out here.
‘Right,’ he thought to himself. ‘Home, I’m going home’
While Bobby cursed as he fumbled with his car keys, Jack studied the streets, still expecting to find one of Sweet’s men waiting for him to let his guard down. He hadn’t felt safe in months. Now, Bobby was offering him a glimpse of what peace must be like. He trusted Bobby to keep him protected, but he still lived in fear of Bobby growing tired of always being in ‘protective brother mode’. How many years could one person maintain that way of life?
Bobby swore viciously as he finally managed to pry the car door open. He looked into Jack’s amused face and held up his key ring. “Fuckin’ keyhole’s frozen shut!” he said, teeth beginning to chatter slightly. Jack laughed at the dirty look on Bobby’s face. Bobby took small slights very personally. Things like frozen keyholes. And missing socks.
Bobby slid into the car, ignoring how cold it was inside on the cracked leather. Jack crept into the car and yelped as the cold seeped into the thin layer of jean covering him. He shivered violently as Bobby started up the car. They cruised along the roads, a comfortable silence falling between them.
Jack laid his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. He still felt so tired and worn out. He marveled at how fast his life had altered. One moment, he been on the stage, again, whoring himself to the crowd of middle age men, the next he’d been brought back by Bobby to his shithole of an apartment. Now he was on his way home again, Bobby at his side. He smiled as he closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
Bobby glanced over as Jack slept, his face turned to the window as always. He fiddled with the radio dials, one eye on the road. He settled on a rock station, keeping the volume way down. The last thing he wanted was to wake Jack right. Bobby was fairly certain that Jack hadn’t been sleeping much over the past few months. He was definitely not eating anywhere near the amount that he should be, Bobby thought to himself. He had been able to count most of Jack’s ribs when he was on the stage. He grimaced at the memory.
Though watching Jack dance had been sexy, the realization of exactly what his baby brother was doing for money horrified him. Bobby wasn’t sure what was worse. The fact that Jack was clearly working as a prostitute or that he hadn’t wanted to come back with Bobby until he was forced to. He watched Jack sleep out of the corner of his eye as he made for the highway. When Jack woke, they were due for a long talk. 'And this time Jack couldn’t distract him with sex,' he thought with a small smirk.
Jack dreamt as the pavement stretched on. He dreamt that he’d been dancing, only to see Bobby at the end of the runway, and that Bobby had made him leave. His mind blurred all the images together, making everything hazy. He jumped lightly as he came out of his sleep, blinking furiously. He cringed when he realized exactly where he was.
‘Oh God, it was real,’ he moaned mentally. He snuck a glance at Bobby who was seemingly staring at nothing, one hand draped over the wheel, his other tapping an irregular beat on his leg. He stayed perfectly still, wondering if Bobby had noticed the change in his breathing. Then, “I know you’re awake, Jack”.
Jack swallowed hard and faced Bobby. He pasted a small smile on his face. “How’d you sleep?” Bobby said out of the corner of his mouth. "Fine. Uh, how long was I out?” Jack asked, seeing that the sky was brighter than before. “Bout an hour or so,” Bobby said.
Jack nodded absently. “So how long do you think it will take us to get h-home?” he asked, striving to sound casual. Bobby shrugged. “Depends how fast you’re driving. On the way here, it was almost overnight. Take your time, and it could be a day, maybe two”
Jack winced at the unspoken words. He just bet Bobby drove here as fast as humanly possible. He shivered as the cold air trickled into the car, though the windows were all rolled up. Bobby reached for the backseat with one arm, rooting around behind the driver seat. The car began swaying a bit. Jack’s eyes widened in fear. “Uh, Bobby. Bobby…the car!” he yelled.
Bobby pulled his arm back, waving it triumphantly, sweater in his fist. He grinned at Jack. “Relax sweetheart. You know I’m a good driver.” Jack snorted but accepted the bulky sweater that Bobby had thrust at him. He slipped it on, very grateful for the sudden warmth that came with it.
“As good a driver as when you chase people in a shoot-out?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Bobby puffed his chest out and said proudly, “I’ll have you know that I consider my driving skills to be better than the average gangster wannabe.” He spoiled the pride by laughing softly at the end of his sentence. “Yeah, well I still remember that night, despite how I try to forget,” Jack mumbled into the sweater. Bobby’s smile faded.
“Jack, I gotta know something before we head back,” he stated. Jack frowned. This did not sound promising. He dragged his eyes up from the arm of the borrowed sweater to reluctantly meet Bobby’s. He saw determination and it occurred to him that he would most likely not be able to squeeze out of talking now. He took a silent deep breath and waited.
“I know that you think for whatever reason, that you don’t belong at home. I got that much. And you don’t think you can be alone, so you…you need me,” Bobby’s voice cracked as he began to realize just how much Jack really did need him. Jack nodded slowly, breathing shallowly. Bobby blew out a breath of courage and continued.
“So I guess what I wanna know is what made you think that?” he said, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Jack stared at Bobby, unease and confusion settling in. “Why I think what?” he asked, stalling for time.
Bobby shook his head, a cold smile on his face. “Jackie, I know what you’re gonna try to do. Don’t even bother. I want answers Jack; you owe me an explanation after the week I’ve been through looking for your scrawny ass.”
Jack flinched at the hard sound in Bobby’s voice, unsure of what to say. He was starting to get the vibe that Bobby’s temper would only be held in check a while longer. Jack looked out the window to avoid Bobby’s eyes.
“I don’t like being alone,” Jack whispered, drawing his knees up. He rested his head on them, watching the other cars drift by. Bobby made a silent plea for control as he watched Jack attempt to withdraw into himself.
“Shit, Jack, lots of people are on their own, and they don’t run from memories,” he winced as he heard how that must have sounded. Jack stiffened, his mouth shut firmly. “Fuck…look Jack, I meant that lots of people got no one else and they’re all doin’ just fine. You gotta stop looking at home as a place where you’re alone, cause you aren’t. We’re all here for you, you don’t have to run.”
Jack nodded abruptly and continued to watch the cars go by. Bobby sighed. This was not going well. He let the silence hang between them for a few moments. “Look Jack, I’m not the best at sayin’ how I feel. Could you try and meet me at least halfway here?”
More silence. “Damn it Jack! You know that I love you; you know I said that I would take you home with me and that I would stay. What else do you need to hear?”
Jack stared absently out the window. He was more afraid now then he’d been in months. Any second now, Bobby was gonna loose it on him and tell him to fuck off, that he didn’t need a Jack-shaped burden on his shoulders. He sat perfectly still, willing the tears that were quickly filling his eyes not to fall.
Bobby breathed in short, angry breaths. He was so close to screaming, he could taste the hurtful words on his tongue. He bit down hard on his tongue, tasting blood. There was no fuckin’ way that he would say half the hurtful things begging to be let out of his mouth. 'You couldn’t take those words back afterwards,' he thought grimly. It was like trying to catch wind in your hands. He counted backwards from ten very slowly, fighting for control. 'Yelling is not going to help Jack,' he reminded himself.
Jack turned his head towards Bobby and said, softly “I know you’re mad, Bobby. You can yell if you want.”
Bobby snorted. “Pah, there’s somethin’ I won’t be doing.” Jack tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, his eyes still glossy from suppressed tears. Bobby nodded and said “Yellin’ at you might make me feel better right now, but it ain’t gonna fix anything.”
Jack gave a small smile. “You sound like Ma.” Bobby gave a humorless laugh. “Someone’s gotta,” Jack’s smile dropped off his face.
“I don’t wanna talk right now, Bobby,” he said, crossing his arms and resting his head on his knees. Bobby leaned back in his seat, gritting his teeth in frustration. He spotted a gas station/restaurant just off to the side of the off ramp. Bobby swerved into the next lane, ignoring the startled honks from the cars behind him. Jack gave him a quick glance, his eyes wide as he tried to guess what Bobby would do next. He pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. They sat in utter silence for a moment. Bobby pulled the keys out of the ignition. “I’m gonna get breakfast or something. You comin’?” Jack nodded.
They walked into the dingy restaurant, standing nearly a foot apart from each other. Jack felt empty now, and he mourned for the closeness that they had shared only a few hours prior. They slid into a booth and avoided looking at each other.
The washed-out waitress came then and took Bobby’s order. “Jack, you want anything?” Jack shook his head silently. Bobby let out another sigh and ordered a tea and muffin for Jack. He thanked the waitress and looked out the window as Jack stared at him. “What?” he said finally. Jack opened his mouth, and then closed it again. “I know you like tea better than coffee, Jackie.” Jack grinned lightly then, the lump in his throat loosening. “Thanks,” Jack said, Bobby grinned back, the tension easing a bit.
After they had finished eating, Bobby had fished out a smoke. He’d smoked while staring out the window. Jack was starting to feel edgy and twitchy. He mumbled that he had to go to the bathroom. Bobby nodded, his eyes clouded. Jack closed his own eyes for a second, then opened them and headed for the washroom.
He let the door slam behind him, eyeing the fairly clean stalls and sinks. He leaned on one of the sinks, arms propping him up. Jack trembled with the urge to run. He glanced at the window, trying to estimate how big it was and whether or not he could squeeze through it. He was still guessing when the door clanged open behind him. He shuddered as Bobby’s scent filled the air around him. Even in the midst of a full blown panic, the smell of Bobby made him hard.
He leaned on one leg then the other as Bobby came up silently behind him. Jack held still, trying to anticipate Bobby’s next move. He felt Bobby’s firm hands grip his hips almost hesitantly. He breathed out slowly. “You weren’t plannin’ on runnin’ again, were you, Jack?” Bobby said softly in Jack’s ear.
He shuddered. His jeans tightened painfully around his crotch. Bobby leaned closer, and after a moment’s pause, added “Hmm?” He lined himself up with Jack’s long frame, pressing gently against him. Jack was trembling violently, his legs racked with spasms. “I…I…uh…I had to uh…” he stuttered as he felt Bobby’s hands wander around to his front.
“You had to what?” Bobby asked his voice light with mischief. He remembered all too well how Jack had teased him that previous night. He knew that Jack had way more experience, but that wasn’t gonna stop him from trying and experimenting. Bobby smiled to himself.
He knew damn well that Jack had been thirty seconds off of bolting from the restaurant. And if Jack wanted to play hardball that was fine with him. He’d just calm Jack down the best way he knew how. He brought his mouth close to Jack’s ear and whispered “I know what you were gonna do Jackie. You were gonna bolt.”
Jack gasped out a strangled ‘no’. “Oh yes you were. Sweetheart, no one knows you better than me.” He paused, then with a jolt of inspiration said “I think you’re afraid of me deep down, aren’t you Jack? You think I’m gonna hurt you or get tired of you. And I gotta say that hurts man.” Jack shook his head in despair, his body twitching as Bobby’s hands found his stomach.
Bobby tilted his head and traced the outer shell of Jack’s ear with his tongue. Jack gave a full body shudder, his breath wheezing out. “Bobby…” he gasped. He could feel a small damp spot growing bigger by the moment on his jeans. His body throbbed with desire and fear.
“I told you I’d stay with you. I want to be with you. I ain’t stayin’ just cause I want to protect you, though Lord knows you need to be kept safe cause you find trouble like nobody’s business,” Bobby said as he let his hands drift down towards Jack’s groin.
He chuckled to himself when he found one of the reasons that Jack was shaking so bad. He gripped Jack’s hard cock with one hand, the other holding his hip steady as he began to stroke. His movements were uneven, but Jack was in heaven. His body tingled with the urge to come, his breath coming in short, hard gasps. Oh God, he wanted to believe Bobby. He wanted Bobby to continue, he wanted those whispered words in his ear. He burned all over.
Bobby smiled as he heard Jack’s pleas. He wondered how much of this Jack was really listening to, how much he could hear over the blood roaring in his ears. He dropped kisses on Jack’s neck, finding one spot that looked inviting. He sucked gently at first, then stronger as the urge to bite down a bit hit him. Jack gave a small shout as he felt Bobby’s tongue swipe across his neck, that rough hand groping him through his jeans. His nerves were on edge, god he wanted to come.
Bobby paused a moment, then undid Jack’s jeans. He wanted to feel Jack, skin to skin. He made a loose fist around Jack’s cock and resumed his slightly uneven strokes. Jack whimpered as he felt Bobby’s calloused hand bring him closer. He panted, hanging on to the sink, his mouth open as the tingling made it’s way up from his feet. Bobby sucked harder, his teeth nibbling on Jack’s neck, tongue swirling over the exposed skin, his hand moving faster now. Jack clawed at the porcelain, his hips moving in time to the strokes.
“Bobby…I gottta…please let me…” he whispered shakily. “Uh…I…I…fuck, please,” he said, his eyes glazed with arousal.
Bobby closed his eyes then and twisted his wrist at the tip of Jack’s cock. The flip sent Jack spiraling over the edge, screaming his orgasm into the sleeve of Bobby’s sweater. He came hard, as though he hadn’t already the night before, his hips bucking helplessly as he spilled into the sink and all over Bobby’s hand.
Bobby smiled with satisfaction as Jack leaned, almost boneless, back against him. Jack gave a huge sigh as his eyes drooped in sudden exhaustion. His eyes fluttered open after a moment, he grinned hazily up at Bobby.
“Hey” Bobby said. Jack sighed then. “You ok to walk?” Bobby asked as he stood Jack back upright. Jack nodded, a look of complete relaxation on his face. They left the restaurant side by side, their arms brushing occasionally. The waitress watched them leave, a small smirk on her face.
Back in the car, Bobby waited a moment before turning to look at Jack who was fiddling with the radio dials. “Fuck, you’d think we were out in the boonies with the static coming out of this radio,” Jack grumbled.
“Jack, I’m sorry bout the car ride earlier,” Bobby said quietly, staring at the steering wheel. “I just wanna understand why you don’t like yourself, and I want to help.” Jack caught his eye and nodded again. “It isn’t easy for me to talk about it Bobby.”
Bobby understood. He’d always had a hard time telling people how he felt and why he felt things. ‘If I can’t even say it to myself, then how the hell am I gonna help Jack?’ he asked himself. He shook his head in irritation. Damn. “I’m not gonna pretend that I know what to do Jack. I’m in the dark here. But I promise I ain’t gonna give up on you. And I’ll never stop lovin’ you,” he felt a sense of relief wash over him after he said that.
With that, Bobby started up the car, smiling as he heard Jack shout triumphantly when he found his cassette tape. “Here, play this,” he said, draping himself over Bobby’s shoulder. Bobby inhaled as Jack stretched over him. God, how he’d missed this kid.
They drove back out onto the highway, chatting every so often, keeping the conversation as light as possible. Eventually Bobby told Jack about how he’d found him, how’d he gone through every seedy bar, club, and peeler joint in the city till he found Jack. How he’d grabbed random strangers, thinking that they were Jack till they turned around.
Complete strangers. Jack felt a pang of guilt when Bobby described how he’d done without sleep and very little food while searching for Jack. Bobby had sighed when he saw the lower pouty lip on Jack. He’d grabbed him and pulled him into a rough half hug. They’d stayed like that for a few hours. Jack drifted off to sleep every so often as they drove throughout the next night.
The next time that Jack had woken up, he was in the driveway. Home. He shifted in his seat, feeling nervous as the house loomed over him. Bobby glanced over at him and smiled encouragingly. “Jack, I did what I set out to do. I found you. You’re with me now, and Sweetheart here’s where you’re gonna stay.”
Jack’s eyes burned as he stared at Bobby, his heart beating fast. “Just promise me you won’t leave, Bobby,” he said, blinking rapidly.
“We aren’t finished Jackie. We’re gonna talk through this till you get it through your head that this is where you belong. Ma told you time and time again that you’re worth it. You just gotta believe it Jack,” Bobby said carefully.
Jack smiled as one tear rolled down his cheek. Bobby held out his arm in invitation. Jack dove into his arms and they sat, completely comforted by the presence of the other.
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Date: 2007-12-06 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-06 06:35 pm (UTC)This is one of my oldest stories. I re-posted it on request.
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Date: 2007-12-06 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-06 07:12 pm (UTC)Aww..making me blush here.
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Date: 2007-12-06 07:24 pm (UTC)Isn't it a little scary?
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Date: 2007-12-06 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-06 07:22 pm (UTC)I love how you portray Jack and Bobby but at the same time... you get the emotion around them, both sexual and angst... it's hard to explain but this is why I love your stories.
Now I have a request... its not a story, rather its a story that I'm writing and I'd really like your take on it. can you e-mail me? Darklight2365891@aol.com I'll e-mail you some of the chapters if you e-mail me and say you'd like to take a look.
~shadow
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Date: 2008-03-24 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-24 01:33 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. None of my higher rated stories will be found on ff.net, simply because they don't accept explicit sex scenes on there, therefore, I keep all the sexually descriptive stories on livejournal.
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Date: 2009-03-26 12:03 am (UTC)I love it! Espesially the things with his socks ^^
"Bobby puffed his chest out and said proudly, “I’ll have you know that I consider my driving skills to be better than the average gangster wannabe.”" I laughed my butt off. Love it <3
"Jack gasped out a strangled ‘no’. “Oh yes you were. Sweetheart, no one knows you better than me.” He paused, then with a jolt of inspiration said “I think you’re afraid of me deep down, aren’t you Jack? You think I’m gonna hurt you or get tired of you. And I gotta say that hurts man.” Jack shook his head in despair, his body twitching as Bobby’s hands found his stomach."
I love this part: “I think you’re afraid of me deep down, aren’t you Jack? You think I’m gonna hurt you or get tired of you. And I gotta say that hurts man.” because I really understands Bobby. for a minute there he doesnt act all tough, he is.. just being himself, and that little line show that Bobby actually is very human and he have feelings too. thank you for showing that. I have tried to decsribe him in my stories, but this was really doing it! so thanks!
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