Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Strays 6/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: What’s it all worth when you’re alone?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
Notes: AU, the brothers were not raised together by Evelyn.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
X
With a muffled sigh of impatience, Jack ran his thumb over his lighter, palming it securely. "Y' know, I really don't need nothin'," he tried to say, only to be met by a blank look from Bobby.
"Uh huh, but meanwhile you got nothin' but rags on you," Bobby stepped into the backset of the car, the door closed behind him by the chauffeur. "Those won't keep you warm, an' you know that, so don't bother with the modesty, ok?"
Jack bit the inside of his cheek and looked out the tinted glass window. It was hot in the car, the heated leather seats sending warmth into Jack's legs, through his worn jeans. "I don't need no pity," he mumbled.
"Who said anythin' about pity?" Bobby raised one eyebrow slightly, his lips quirking. "You wanna catch pneumonia? Cause it's gonna happen if you aren't dressed right."
"Look, it's...ok, fine, so it's not pity, but Jesus..." Jack slipped the lighter to the tips of his fingers. "It's somethin' that I got no way to pay back."
"Think of this as like a fucking shelter or whatever, like you said before," Bobby settled back in his seat, his leather gloves on his lap, bundled up in his long wool coat and knit hat. "Clothin' and food and all that shit. Does that make it better?"
Jack chuckled a little. "Yeah, yeah I guess it does. I don't know any shelter that has saunas on wheels."
"Hey, I happen to like it warm," Bobby frowned at him. "You'd rather freeze?"
"I don't feel the cold," Jack shrugged, "Doesn't bother me none."
"Uh huh, but you still need a proper coat an' mitts. You're gonna freeze in that jacket."
Jack flicked an amused grin at him. "I think I kinda like havin' someone fuss after me, besides Em."
"Smartass," Bobby muttered, a small smile forming despite his mild annoyance. "An' Em will hit you if you smart off to her. I don't."
"So I noticed. She uh...she does run things pretty damn tightly."
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, yeah she does. She used to work in a shelter years ago, after her son died. Then I hired her a few years back."
Jack's smile faded away at those words. "Shit..."
"Yeah, she had it as rough as any of us." Bobby glanced at him. "You can smoke in the car if you wanna, I don't mind."
Jack opened his pack of cigarettes and slid one out, lighting it as he watched Bobby. "Thanks," he murmured, "So...so, like she lived in the shelters, too?"
Bobby drummed his fingers along his knee, nodding. "Mhm, she'll tell ya, if you ask her. She's one tough broad, but you know, she isn't even that old. Hard life makes you look older, yeah?"
Jack took a deep drag of his cigarette and looked out the window again. "Sure seems to."
A somewhat comfortable silence filled the car, the late afternoon sunshine gleaming off the snow covered roads. Jack watched the scenery pass by, the car bringing them back towards the city. He thought briefly of the day before, of playing for Em and Lucy while Bobby was away. He wrinkled his nose and tapped his cigarette over the ashtray compartment. "Bobby?"
"Hm?" Bobby blinked, startled out of his silence. "What?"
"How'd you end up runnin' the city if you were jus' some street rat like me?"
Bobby looked amused, Jack noted with some relief. "I started at the bottom an' took over, one step at a time. S' like climbin' a ladder, but only if you know how to take a few rungs down certain ways. I didn't wanna be on the streets forever, so I found a way up, an' kept goin'. Now I got the whole fucking city eatin' outta my hand, but it's not an easy ride, Jack."
"How old are you?" Jack blurted and then closed his eyes with a groan. "Fuck...I uh...never mind. Me an' my goddamn mouth..."
There was a long silence before Bobby laughed a deep rumble of laughter that made Jack's stomach flutter madly for a moment. He shook his head, his eyes crinkled and lips curved up in a wide smile.
"Easy, Jackie," Bobby chuckled. "Calm down, I ain't mad or nothin'. Christ, you're fucking adorable, man, seriously."
Jack felt heat rush up his neck, blushing clear up to his ears. "I..."
"You really wanna know? You gotta be the first one to ever ask me that." Bobby glanced at him, still grinning.
Jack nodded. His stomach was still flipping and fluttering and he felt a wild urge to lean over and press his mouth to Bobby's, to taste him and feel Bobby's lips on his. He swallowed once, his hands shaking a little. "Y-Yeah, c'mon, you can't possibly be that old," he forced a smile, a calm one.
"How old are you, Jack?" he countered.
"I asked you first," Jack flicked the cigarette and took another quick drag to steady his nerves. "That means you hafta answer, s' only polite."
"Thirty-one."
"No fuckin' way," Jack raised both his eyebrows, "For real?"
"Uh huh," Bobby nodded. "And you?"
Jack stared at the leather seat. "Um...nineteen," he mumbled.
Bobby eyed him, a peculiar look to his eyes. "Yeah, yeah I figured as much. You got a baby face; I figured you were still that young."
"Hey, I ain't that young," Jack protested. "I'll be twenty real soon."
"Uh huh an' how soon is that?"
"Um...March?"
Bobby laughed again, quieter this time. "Jackie...you're somethin' else."
"What? Five months isn't that long..." Jack fidgeted with his cigarette, "So...somethin' else in a good way or bad?"
Bobby leaned in, one hand touching Jack's cheek. Jack sucked in a started breath, his skin prickling and tingling under the light touch. He lifted his gaze, meeting Bobby's studious eyes and felt more warmth flood his skin. Bobby's fingers were warm, strong and firm. He cradled Jack's cheek with his palm, his thumb smoothing along Jack's cheekbone.
"Nothin' bad, not when it comes to you," Bobby murmured.
Jack leaned into the touch, craving the gentle, almost caress of his cheek. He closed his eyes, shivering a little. "O-Oh..." he whispered. He opened his eyes in time to see Bobby take the cigarette with its dangerously long ash and stub it out in the ashtray. Jack rubbed his fingers absently, the skin stinging a little from the burn.
Bobby smiled and brushed his thumb along Jack's chin. "You're nothin' like anyone I ever knew. An' I can tell...you're somethin' special, Jack."
"I'm nobody special," Jack leaned in more, relaxing under the light touch to his face.
Bobby shook his head and started to speak when the car stopped abruptly. Jack ducked his head and scooted back over to his seat as the door opened, his face flushed. Bobby looked to the door, a growl of annoyance echoing from him.
"Am I interupptin' anything?" a slim, well dressed man stepped into the spacious back seat of the limo and smirked at Bobby, "My apologies, looks like I did."
Bobby glared at the man, his jaw clenched. "Jeremiah, so help me, God...."
"I called but you didn't answer, so I called your driver t' stop an' get me. Reservations for dinner that ring any bells?" the man sat down and looked over at Jack.
Bobby sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, I didn't fuckin' remember, Jerry," he muttered bitterly. "Fuck....what time?"
"For eight, tonight…If you're busy now, you still got time for...whatever," Jerry looked Jack up and down, his lips twitching. "You must be Jack, that right?"
"Yeah..." Jack darted a glance at Bobby and then down at the floor of the limo. He tried not to fidget, feeling every inch the street kid he looked like.
"Jeremiah," Jerry leaned forward and offered his hand to him. "Jeremiah Williams, but you can call me Jerry if you wanna."
Jack hesitated and then leaned forward, grasping his hand, "Uh...nice to meetcha."
“Well Jack, it’s nice to finally see you, I’ve heard your name more n’ a few times the last few days.”
Bobby threw a filthy glare at Jerry. “Knock it off!” he hissed.
“Um…look, it’s fine, we can uh, go some other time,” Jack pocketed his lighter and slipped forward on the seat, his fingers shaking. “You’re busy an’ all that. I’ll jus’ walk back to the house.”
“Sit down,” Bobby said sternly. “It’s not even past four yet, an’ you need clothes more than I need another fucking dinner with a bunch a’ assholes.”
A muscle twitched in Jack’s cheek. “Yeah, sure…” He stared out the window, lips pressed together in a thin line.
Jerry sat back in his seat, looking at each man for a minute before clearing his throat, “So, Jack, you from Detroit originally?”
“What difference does it make?” Bobby snapped.
“Guess so,” Jack shrugged. “I don’t know much about where I was ‘fore they chucked me into the system. No one ever told me all that much.”
Jerry ran his fingers over his chin, stroking his neatly trimmed goatee. “Yeah, I know the feelin’. I never even knew my birth mama.”
Jack shifted again, uncomfortable on a new level from the scrutiny of Jerry. It felt like Jerry knew exactly what had been about to happen a few minutes before. There was a knowing look in his eyes, a gleam of knowledge that made his skin crawl.
"Stop buggin' him," Bobby's voice was nothing short of a demand.
Jerry nodded once. "S' not buggin', I'm only bein' polite, ain't that right, Jack?" He held Jack's gaze. "Helps to get to know people, see what they're all about."
Jack ran his thumb over his lighter inside his pocket. "Ask away," he said, his chin lifting with a hint of defiance.
"I said no," Bobby spat. "Knock it the fuck off or you're walkin', Jerry."
Jerry gave Jack a polite grin but underneath that, Jack tensed, underneath the grin was a calculating sneer. He bristled, understanding then. Jerry...he was no different than Angel, Jack fumed silently to himself. Everyone expected the worst from him.
"Yessir, Bobby," Jerry nodded and relaxed into his seat, satisfied for the moment, "You up for dealin' with some shit with Evan tomorrow? He's gotta lil' somethin' for business."
Bobby grunted and stared out the window for several minutes, his smile long gone, “Yeah.”
X
“No more, man,” Jack pleaded an hour and a half into his shopping trip. He opened the door to his change room and poked his head out, searching for Bobby amidst the piles of clothes. “Even a chick would cave by now.”
Bobby passed him a sweater with a roll of his eyes. “Look, I already caved an’ let you drag me into stores like…this,” he huffed. “The least you can do is stop bitchin’, ya brat.”
Jack stuck his tongue out at him. “Fuck off; you’re not the one playin’ Barbie in here, ok?”
He pushed the sweater into Jack’s hand. “You wanna run ‘round Detroit with nothin’ on?”
“Maybe I do,” Jack took the sweater and heaved a sigh. “Draggin’ my ass around like this…” He tugged the sweater on, rubbing his fingers along the perfectly worn material. “Yeah, yeah this one’s good.”
“You sure you don’t wanna go to a mall or somethin’? This place is….it’s…I can afford nice stuff, Jack.”
Jack snickered quietly and pulled the sweater back off. He handed it to Bobby to be added to the cart. “I don’t like fancy clothes. I like this kinda stuff. And second hand is better, cause it’s already got that worn in look goin’ for it. This way you won’t waste your money on clothes, yeah?”
Bobby sighed. “It’s not a waste.” He eyed the overflowing cart, grateful that at least Jack wasn’t objecting to how much he was buying. He’d been less than amused by the idea of shopping in a second hand store for clothing but Jack had flat out refused to buy his clothes from any mall or department store. “You need a proper winter coat though, none of this shit, got it?”
“Uh huh,” Jack emerged from the change room with a handful of clothes. He placed them on top of the cart and nodded, satisfied. “My leather coat keeps me plenty warm.”
“This ain’t up for discussion. You need a good one, I know someone who makes damn good ones.”
Jack strolled along the aisle, pushing the cart as he went. He grinned a little and shook his head. “Nope, my coat is fine.” He snagged a thick, black and grey scarf from one of the racks and added it to the pile. “Stop fussin’ so much. I’m fine, Bobby, honest.”
Bobby followed along behind him, muttering to himself. “Teasin’, charming grins…”
“Here,” Jack tugged a scarf loose from another rack. He draped the muted red scarf over Bobby’s shoulders. “There, that’ll help. Don’t wantcha gettin’ cold; it’ll only start off a bitch of a migraine.”
Bobby stared at him and then down at the scarf. He touched the material with two fingers, surprised by the warmth it gave off. Jack looped the scarf a bit, fussing with it until it hung just so on Bobby. “Perfect.”
“Thanks…” Bobby mumbled, his eyes following Jack’s fingers, remembering the way he’d massaged his temples so gently not that long ago.
Jack flashed a wide smile at him and shrugged, “No worries besides it looks good on you too.” With that, he turned away, leaving Bobby watching after him, touched by the simple gesture.
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Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: What’s it all worth when you’re alone?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
Notes: AU, the brothers were not raised together by Evelyn.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
X
With a muffled sigh of impatience, Jack ran his thumb over his lighter, palming it securely. "Y' know, I really don't need nothin'," he tried to say, only to be met by a blank look from Bobby.
"Uh huh, but meanwhile you got nothin' but rags on you," Bobby stepped into the backset of the car, the door closed behind him by the chauffeur. "Those won't keep you warm, an' you know that, so don't bother with the modesty, ok?"
Jack bit the inside of his cheek and looked out the tinted glass window. It was hot in the car, the heated leather seats sending warmth into Jack's legs, through his worn jeans. "I don't need no pity," he mumbled.
"Who said anythin' about pity?" Bobby raised one eyebrow slightly, his lips quirking. "You wanna catch pneumonia? Cause it's gonna happen if you aren't dressed right."
"Look, it's...ok, fine, so it's not pity, but Jesus..." Jack slipped the lighter to the tips of his fingers. "It's somethin' that I got no way to pay back."
"Think of this as like a fucking shelter or whatever, like you said before," Bobby settled back in his seat, his leather gloves on his lap, bundled up in his long wool coat and knit hat. "Clothin' and food and all that shit. Does that make it better?"
Jack chuckled a little. "Yeah, yeah I guess it does. I don't know any shelter that has saunas on wheels."
"Hey, I happen to like it warm," Bobby frowned at him. "You'd rather freeze?"
"I don't feel the cold," Jack shrugged, "Doesn't bother me none."
"Uh huh, but you still need a proper coat an' mitts. You're gonna freeze in that jacket."
Jack flicked an amused grin at him. "I think I kinda like havin' someone fuss after me, besides Em."
"Smartass," Bobby muttered, a small smile forming despite his mild annoyance. "An' Em will hit you if you smart off to her. I don't."
"So I noticed. She uh...she does run things pretty damn tightly."
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, yeah she does. She used to work in a shelter years ago, after her son died. Then I hired her a few years back."
Jack's smile faded away at those words. "Shit..."
"Yeah, she had it as rough as any of us." Bobby glanced at him. "You can smoke in the car if you wanna, I don't mind."
Jack opened his pack of cigarettes and slid one out, lighting it as he watched Bobby. "Thanks," he murmured, "So...so, like she lived in the shelters, too?"
Bobby drummed his fingers along his knee, nodding. "Mhm, she'll tell ya, if you ask her. She's one tough broad, but you know, she isn't even that old. Hard life makes you look older, yeah?"
Jack took a deep drag of his cigarette and looked out the window again. "Sure seems to."
A somewhat comfortable silence filled the car, the late afternoon sunshine gleaming off the snow covered roads. Jack watched the scenery pass by, the car bringing them back towards the city. He thought briefly of the day before, of playing for Em and Lucy while Bobby was away. He wrinkled his nose and tapped his cigarette over the ashtray compartment. "Bobby?"
"Hm?" Bobby blinked, startled out of his silence. "What?"
"How'd you end up runnin' the city if you were jus' some street rat like me?"
Bobby looked amused, Jack noted with some relief. "I started at the bottom an' took over, one step at a time. S' like climbin' a ladder, but only if you know how to take a few rungs down certain ways. I didn't wanna be on the streets forever, so I found a way up, an' kept goin'. Now I got the whole fucking city eatin' outta my hand, but it's not an easy ride, Jack."
"How old are you?" Jack blurted and then closed his eyes with a groan. "Fuck...I uh...never mind. Me an' my goddamn mouth..."
There was a long silence before Bobby laughed a deep rumble of laughter that made Jack's stomach flutter madly for a moment. He shook his head, his eyes crinkled and lips curved up in a wide smile.
"Easy, Jackie," Bobby chuckled. "Calm down, I ain't mad or nothin'. Christ, you're fucking adorable, man, seriously."
Jack felt heat rush up his neck, blushing clear up to his ears. "I..."
"You really wanna know? You gotta be the first one to ever ask me that." Bobby glanced at him, still grinning.
Jack nodded. His stomach was still flipping and fluttering and he felt a wild urge to lean over and press his mouth to Bobby's, to taste him and feel Bobby's lips on his. He swallowed once, his hands shaking a little. "Y-Yeah, c'mon, you can't possibly be that old," he forced a smile, a calm one.
"How old are you, Jack?" he countered.
"I asked you first," Jack flicked the cigarette and took another quick drag to steady his nerves. "That means you hafta answer, s' only polite."
"Thirty-one."
"No fuckin' way," Jack raised both his eyebrows, "For real?"
"Uh huh," Bobby nodded. "And you?"
Jack stared at the leather seat. "Um...nineteen," he mumbled.
Bobby eyed him, a peculiar look to his eyes. "Yeah, yeah I figured as much. You got a baby face; I figured you were still that young."
"Hey, I ain't that young," Jack protested. "I'll be twenty real soon."
"Uh huh an' how soon is that?"
"Um...March?"
Bobby laughed again, quieter this time. "Jackie...you're somethin' else."
"What? Five months isn't that long..." Jack fidgeted with his cigarette, "So...somethin' else in a good way or bad?"
Bobby leaned in, one hand touching Jack's cheek. Jack sucked in a started breath, his skin prickling and tingling under the light touch. He lifted his gaze, meeting Bobby's studious eyes and felt more warmth flood his skin. Bobby's fingers were warm, strong and firm. He cradled Jack's cheek with his palm, his thumb smoothing along Jack's cheekbone.
"Nothin' bad, not when it comes to you," Bobby murmured.
Jack leaned into the touch, craving the gentle, almost caress of his cheek. He closed his eyes, shivering a little. "O-Oh..." he whispered. He opened his eyes in time to see Bobby take the cigarette with its dangerously long ash and stub it out in the ashtray. Jack rubbed his fingers absently, the skin stinging a little from the burn.
Bobby smiled and brushed his thumb along Jack's chin. "You're nothin' like anyone I ever knew. An' I can tell...you're somethin' special, Jack."
"I'm nobody special," Jack leaned in more, relaxing under the light touch to his face.
Bobby shook his head and started to speak when the car stopped abruptly. Jack ducked his head and scooted back over to his seat as the door opened, his face flushed. Bobby looked to the door, a growl of annoyance echoing from him.
"Am I interupptin' anything?" a slim, well dressed man stepped into the spacious back seat of the limo and smirked at Bobby, "My apologies, looks like I did."
Bobby glared at the man, his jaw clenched. "Jeremiah, so help me, God...."
"I called but you didn't answer, so I called your driver t' stop an' get me. Reservations for dinner that ring any bells?" the man sat down and looked over at Jack.
Bobby sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, I didn't fuckin' remember, Jerry," he muttered bitterly. "Fuck....what time?"
"For eight, tonight…If you're busy now, you still got time for...whatever," Jerry looked Jack up and down, his lips twitching. "You must be Jack, that right?"
"Yeah..." Jack darted a glance at Bobby and then down at the floor of the limo. He tried not to fidget, feeling every inch the street kid he looked like.
"Jeremiah," Jerry leaned forward and offered his hand to him. "Jeremiah Williams, but you can call me Jerry if you wanna."
Jack hesitated and then leaned forward, grasping his hand, "Uh...nice to meetcha."
“Well Jack, it’s nice to finally see you, I’ve heard your name more n’ a few times the last few days.”
Bobby threw a filthy glare at Jerry. “Knock it off!” he hissed.
“Um…look, it’s fine, we can uh, go some other time,” Jack pocketed his lighter and slipped forward on the seat, his fingers shaking. “You’re busy an’ all that. I’ll jus’ walk back to the house.”
“Sit down,” Bobby said sternly. “It’s not even past four yet, an’ you need clothes more than I need another fucking dinner with a bunch a’ assholes.”
A muscle twitched in Jack’s cheek. “Yeah, sure…” He stared out the window, lips pressed together in a thin line.
Jerry sat back in his seat, looking at each man for a minute before clearing his throat, “So, Jack, you from Detroit originally?”
“What difference does it make?” Bobby snapped.
“Guess so,” Jack shrugged. “I don’t know much about where I was ‘fore they chucked me into the system. No one ever told me all that much.”
Jerry ran his fingers over his chin, stroking his neatly trimmed goatee. “Yeah, I know the feelin’. I never even knew my birth mama.”
Jack shifted again, uncomfortable on a new level from the scrutiny of Jerry. It felt like Jerry knew exactly what had been about to happen a few minutes before. There was a knowing look in his eyes, a gleam of knowledge that made his skin crawl.
"Stop buggin' him," Bobby's voice was nothing short of a demand.
Jerry nodded once. "S' not buggin', I'm only bein' polite, ain't that right, Jack?" He held Jack's gaze. "Helps to get to know people, see what they're all about."
Jack ran his thumb over his lighter inside his pocket. "Ask away," he said, his chin lifting with a hint of defiance.
"I said no," Bobby spat. "Knock it the fuck off or you're walkin', Jerry."
Jerry gave Jack a polite grin but underneath that, Jack tensed, underneath the grin was a calculating sneer. He bristled, understanding then. Jerry...he was no different than Angel, Jack fumed silently to himself. Everyone expected the worst from him.
"Yessir, Bobby," Jerry nodded and relaxed into his seat, satisfied for the moment, "You up for dealin' with some shit with Evan tomorrow? He's gotta lil' somethin' for business."
Bobby grunted and stared out the window for several minutes, his smile long gone, “Yeah.”
X
“No more, man,” Jack pleaded an hour and a half into his shopping trip. He opened the door to his change room and poked his head out, searching for Bobby amidst the piles of clothes. “Even a chick would cave by now.”
Bobby passed him a sweater with a roll of his eyes. “Look, I already caved an’ let you drag me into stores like…this,” he huffed. “The least you can do is stop bitchin’, ya brat.”
Jack stuck his tongue out at him. “Fuck off; you’re not the one playin’ Barbie in here, ok?”
He pushed the sweater into Jack’s hand. “You wanna run ‘round Detroit with nothin’ on?”
“Maybe I do,” Jack took the sweater and heaved a sigh. “Draggin’ my ass around like this…” He tugged the sweater on, rubbing his fingers along the perfectly worn material. “Yeah, yeah this one’s good.”
“You sure you don’t wanna go to a mall or somethin’? This place is….it’s…I can afford nice stuff, Jack.”
Jack snickered quietly and pulled the sweater back off. He handed it to Bobby to be added to the cart. “I don’t like fancy clothes. I like this kinda stuff. And second hand is better, cause it’s already got that worn in look goin’ for it. This way you won’t waste your money on clothes, yeah?”
Bobby sighed. “It’s not a waste.” He eyed the overflowing cart, grateful that at least Jack wasn’t objecting to how much he was buying. He’d been less than amused by the idea of shopping in a second hand store for clothing but Jack had flat out refused to buy his clothes from any mall or department store. “You need a proper winter coat though, none of this shit, got it?”
“Uh huh,” Jack emerged from the change room with a handful of clothes. He placed them on top of the cart and nodded, satisfied. “My leather coat keeps me plenty warm.”
“This ain’t up for discussion. You need a good one, I know someone who makes damn good ones.”
Jack strolled along the aisle, pushing the cart as he went. He grinned a little and shook his head. “Nope, my coat is fine.” He snagged a thick, black and grey scarf from one of the racks and added it to the pile. “Stop fussin’ so much. I’m fine, Bobby, honest.”
Bobby followed along behind him, muttering to himself. “Teasin’, charming grins…”
“Here,” Jack tugged a scarf loose from another rack. He draped the muted red scarf over Bobby’s shoulders. “There, that’ll help. Don’t wantcha gettin’ cold; it’ll only start off a bitch of a migraine.”
Bobby stared at him and then down at the scarf. He touched the material with two fingers, surprised by the warmth it gave off. Jack looped the scarf a bit, fussing with it until it hung just so on Bobby. “Perfect.”
“Thanks…” Bobby mumbled, his eyes following Jack’s fingers, remembering the way he’d massaged his temples so gently not that long ago.
Jack flashed a wide smile at him and shrugged, “No worries besides it looks good on you too.” With that, he turned away, leaving Bobby watching after him, touched by the simple gesture.
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Date: 2009-09-09 01:11 am (UTC)I loved the interaction between Bobby and Cracker Jack - the shopping spree and scarf bit was absolutely adorable!
You've got me totally hooked - Can't wait to see what's next for the boys! <3
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:30 am (UTC)And I love your icon by the way.
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Date: 2009-09-09 03:49 am (UTC)"Christ, you're fucking adorable, man, seriously." - This line? Totally fucking *rocks*. I love how Bobby can get away with calling other guys--or really, anyone/anything just in general; "cute", or "adorable", or, if you want to drag in one of my favorite 'Jack nicknames' from the movie, "sweetheart"--stuff like that, and still keep ahold of his BAMF, tough guy image while doing it. :)
Awesome chapter, there was some great character interaction in this one I think (not that the others weren't amazing, too). I'm looking forward to chapter seven!
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:31 am (UTC)Like anyone would call him on it, lol.
And thanks :) Glad you liked the chapter.
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Date: 2009-09-09 10:47 am (UTC)Update soon!!
xxx
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Date: 2009-09-10 10:22 am (UTC)And how Jack buys his clothes second hand was such a good touch. =D
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-10 10:29 pm (UTC)But seriously ... good chapter!
MORE SOON!
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