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1 through F › Four Brothers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,062
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own "Four Brothers." And I make no money from these writings. (Or any writings, for that matter.)
Chapter 1
Title: Sing-a-long
Chapter: 1/?
Word count: 1,024
Author: silmfan
Contact: silmfan96@yahoo.com
Website: silmfan.livejournal.com
Fandom: Four Brothers
Feedback: Um. Need it. (I've gone 5 years without writing any fics. Oops.)
Disclaimer: I do not own "Four Brothers" or anything/anyone therein. Regrettably. I also make no money from these writings.
Rating: Er...PG-13, bordering on R? (I don't know. There's swearing. What are kids comfortable with these days?)
Beta: Any volunteers?
Summary: Insults are hurled all around. But Bobby hits too close to home and Jack runs. (But not too far.)
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It was one of the rare times in the Mercer household when Evelyn wasn’t present for Saturday breakfast. She had gone to visit with an acquaintance at a local hospice, and wasn’t due back until lunch. Subsequently, it was up to Bobby and Angel to make something edible. They instantly went for the just-mix-with-water stuff.
Plates and silverware jangled against each other as Jerry set the table. Jack, with a still-sleepy expression on his angled face, sat motionless at the table until a pale, long hand started pulling worriedly through his stylishly-messy hair. He didn’t seem to hear a word Jerry said when his older brother asked if the kid was going to help out or do anything useful except worry about his good looks. Jack looked vaguely startled when Bobby suddenly started singing.
“Homo, homo on the range...where the queers and the jackalopes play...” Angel snorted while Jerry fought hard not to smile. Jack did not look amused.
“Real mature. Fucker.”
“Oh, I could go all day,” The eldest sibling shot the youngest a raised eyebrow and a shit-eating grin, dropping his spatula to make lewd gestures with his hands. “Did little Jackie jack off lately? Get jackhammered all night? Or you been flappin’ other jacks?” He tossed a pancake onto Jack’s plate. Jack reared back so hard, his chair skidded into the wall behind him. The scowl on his face had morphed into spitting fury.
“What the fuck is your problem? Why so interested in what I do? You jealous?” he hissed, pouring spite into every word. “Just ‘cause I flapped YOUR jack the other night doesn’t make me yours. Oh, and I remember you begging so pretty, too. What was it you said? ‘Please, please, God, more!’ Isn’t that right?” Jack breathed heavily with anger, and yet he felt a coil of fear winding its way up his throat. Bobby’s smile had long vanished and was replaced by shock, then pure anger, his eyes glittering cold and hard.
“That never happened. Don’t be sharin’ your sick fantasies, you little fairy,” he bit out, struggling to keep his fists at his side. “You know I hate fuckers who lie.” Angel turned to Jerry with confusion lined across his face, trying to determine who was telling the truth. Jerry minutely shook his head – a silent ‘I don’t know.’ As Bobby stepped closer to his youngest brother, Jack’s eyes widened. He had never before been on the receiving end of Bobby’s fist, but it seemed that his luck might have run out today. Angel followed Bobby’s stance and clenched hands with worried eyes.
“Look, Bobby--” he started as he slowly stood up. Bobby whirled on his second youngest brother.
“No! You stay out of this, Angel. This is between me and the fag.”
“Man, don’t call him tha--” Indignation crept into Angel’s deep voice. Jack lividly raised his chin, attempting valiantly to suppress his mounting dread.
“No, let him talk. Now I know how he REALLY feels about me,” he choked out, blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay. “Ashamed, Bobby? Fine! You won’t have to see this fag’s face ever again!” Jack made for the front door, but Bobby intercepted and used a hand to shove Jack against the wall.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re goin’, princess? I’m not done with you. I’m not gonna just let you run away, like a scared little faggot. Why don’t you fight back, for a change? Huh? Or you so used to lyin’ there and takin’ it like a bitch that you forgot how to?” Beginning to tremble from anger and panic, Jack wrenched his shoulder painfully out from under Bobby’s iron grip and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. Jerry sighed as he covered his face with his hands.
“Jesus, Bobby. Look what you’ve–”
“Shit! He’s goin’ after Jack.” Angel bolted out the door after Bobby, Jerry scrambling up from his chair to race after them. They caught up to Bobby, each gripping an arm and struggling to drag their brother back to the house.
“What the hell?! Let me go! I gotta haul his ass back!” Jerry shook his head while grunting,
“No! You just gonna run your mouth off again, and then he’ll end up fleein’ to some ghetto in New York to work the streets. Or worse!”
“Did you not fucking hear him? He said--!”
“We know what he said,” Angel interjected. “He don’t mean it. He’ll blow off some steam and come back.” He gave Bobby a pointed stare. “He knows that at least two of his brothers love him enough to keep him, no matter who he fucks.” Bobby lowered his eyes, feeling the guilt creep up fast on him. Always the guilt, when it came to Jack.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go back to the house. You can let go now,” he breathed out gruffly, glaring at the hands that were still clamped around his biceps. “Shit, I’m not some raving, psycho bastard. Let go!” Angel and Jerry shot him some wary looks before reluctantly releasing him.
“I dunno, man.” Jerry shrugged his shoulders and canted his head at Bobby. “You ARE kind of a raving, psycho bastard.”
“Shut your hole, Jerry.”
“But,” Jerry continued, as if Bobby hadn’t spoken, “not enough of a bastard that you won’t apologize to him when he gets back.” Bobby averted his eyes, again.
“...Yeah,” he grunted, then pulled out a cigarette. “When’d he get such a foul mouth, anyway?”
Angel choked out a laugh. “Like you don’t know.” He and Jerry chuckled as they stomped back into the house, wiping the dirt off their shoes and onto the welcome mat. Bobby cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m gonna sit out here and finish this,” he mumbled as he raised his cigarette and settled himself on the door steps. Jerry tossed out a vague reply that Bobby only paid scant attention to. He leaned his elbows on his knees and sighed, rubbing his forehead and eventually turning his gaze toward the direction where Jack took off.
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[TBC]
Chapter: 1/?
Word count: 1,024
Author: silmfan
Contact: silmfan96@yahoo.com
Website: silmfan.livejournal.com
Fandom: Four Brothers
Feedback: Um. Need it. (I've gone 5 years without writing any fics. Oops.)
Disclaimer: I do not own "Four Brothers" or anything/anyone therein. Regrettably. I also make no money from these writings.
Rating: Er...PG-13, bordering on R? (I don't know. There's swearing. What are kids comfortable with these days?)
Beta: Any volunteers?
Summary: Insults are hurled all around. But Bobby hits too close to home and Jack runs. (But not too far.)
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It was one of the rare times in the Mercer household when Evelyn wasn’t present for Saturday breakfast. She had gone to visit with an acquaintance at a local hospice, and wasn’t due back until lunch. Subsequently, it was up to Bobby and Angel to make something edible. They instantly went for the just-mix-with-water stuff.
Plates and silverware jangled against each other as Jerry set the table. Jack, with a still-sleepy expression on his angled face, sat motionless at the table until a pale, long hand started pulling worriedly through his stylishly-messy hair. He didn’t seem to hear a word Jerry said when his older brother asked if the kid was going to help out or do anything useful except worry about his good looks. Jack looked vaguely startled when Bobby suddenly started singing.
“Homo, homo on the range...where the queers and the jackalopes play...” Angel snorted while Jerry fought hard not to smile. Jack did not look amused.
“Real mature. Fucker.”
“Oh, I could go all day,” The eldest sibling shot the youngest a raised eyebrow and a shit-eating grin, dropping his spatula to make lewd gestures with his hands. “Did little Jackie jack off lately? Get jackhammered all night? Or you been flappin’ other jacks?” He tossed a pancake onto Jack’s plate. Jack reared back so hard, his chair skidded into the wall behind him. The scowl on his face had morphed into spitting fury.
“What the fuck is your problem? Why so interested in what I do? You jealous?” he hissed, pouring spite into every word. “Just ‘cause I flapped YOUR jack the other night doesn’t make me yours. Oh, and I remember you begging so pretty, too. What was it you said? ‘Please, please, God, more!’ Isn’t that right?” Jack breathed heavily with anger, and yet he felt a coil of fear winding its way up his throat. Bobby’s smile had long vanished and was replaced by shock, then pure anger, his eyes glittering cold and hard.
“That never happened. Don’t be sharin’ your sick fantasies, you little fairy,” he bit out, struggling to keep his fists at his side. “You know I hate fuckers who lie.” Angel turned to Jerry with confusion lined across his face, trying to determine who was telling the truth. Jerry minutely shook his head – a silent ‘I don’t know.’ As Bobby stepped closer to his youngest brother, Jack’s eyes widened. He had never before been on the receiving end of Bobby’s fist, but it seemed that his luck might have run out today. Angel followed Bobby’s stance and clenched hands with worried eyes.
“Look, Bobby--” he started as he slowly stood up. Bobby whirled on his second youngest brother.
“No! You stay out of this, Angel. This is between me and the fag.”
“Man, don’t call him tha--” Indignation crept into Angel’s deep voice. Jack lividly raised his chin, attempting valiantly to suppress his mounting dread.
“No, let him talk. Now I know how he REALLY feels about me,” he choked out, blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay. “Ashamed, Bobby? Fine! You won’t have to see this fag’s face ever again!” Jack made for the front door, but Bobby intercepted and used a hand to shove Jack against the wall.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re goin’, princess? I’m not done with you. I’m not gonna just let you run away, like a scared little faggot. Why don’t you fight back, for a change? Huh? Or you so used to lyin’ there and takin’ it like a bitch that you forgot how to?” Beginning to tremble from anger and panic, Jack wrenched his shoulder painfully out from under Bobby’s iron grip and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. Jerry sighed as he covered his face with his hands.
“Jesus, Bobby. Look what you’ve–”
“Shit! He’s goin’ after Jack.” Angel bolted out the door after Bobby, Jerry scrambling up from his chair to race after them. They caught up to Bobby, each gripping an arm and struggling to drag their brother back to the house.
“What the hell?! Let me go! I gotta haul his ass back!” Jerry shook his head while grunting,
“No! You just gonna run your mouth off again, and then he’ll end up fleein’ to some ghetto in New York to work the streets. Or worse!”
“Did you not fucking hear him? He said--!”
“We know what he said,” Angel interjected. “He don’t mean it. He’ll blow off some steam and come back.” He gave Bobby a pointed stare. “He knows that at least two of his brothers love him enough to keep him, no matter who he fucks.” Bobby lowered his eyes, feeling the guilt creep up fast on him. Always the guilt, when it came to Jack.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go back to the house. You can let go now,” he breathed out gruffly, glaring at the hands that were still clamped around his biceps. “Shit, I’m not some raving, psycho bastard. Let go!” Angel and Jerry shot him some wary looks before reluctantly releasing him.
“I dunno, man.” Jerry shrugged his shoulders and canted his head at Bobby. “You ARE kind of a raving, psycho bastard.”
“Shut your hole, Jerry.”
“But,” Jerry continued, as if Bobby hadn’t spoken, “not enough of a bastard that you won’t apologize to him when he gets back.” Bobby averted his eyes, again.
“...Yeah,” he grunted, then pulled out a cigarette. “When’d he get such a foul mouth, anyway?”
Angel choked out a laugh. “Like you don’t know.” He and Jerry chuckled as they stomped back into the house, wiping the dirt off their shoes and onto the welcome mat. Bobby cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m gonna sit out here and finish this,” he mumbled as he raised his cigarette and settled himself on the door steps. Jerry tossed out a vague reply that Bobby only paid scant attention to. He leaned his elbows on his knees and sighed, rubbing his forehead and eventually turning his gaze toward the direction where Jack took off.
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[TBC]