A Forbidden Love

He had been so deliciously lost in it all, listening to the delightful whimpers and rather surprising cusses spouting freely from his older brothers mouth. His hand had been working at maximum speed, refusing to slow down until he was absolutely sure that Jack had reached his completion, there was nothing he needed more than to make sure that the other enjoyed this as much as he did. He had been so close to his own completiton, just a stroke away from that blissful edge when he heard something that had just about broken his heart...his brother calling out that bastard\'s name in the throes of passion. He wasn\'t even sure when the tears had started forming in his eyes, not even sure when they had started falling down his cheeks and landing on the floor. Fists hung loosely at his sides as he struggled to breathe, practically wheezing with each intake of painful breath. He just had to get out of here, he couldn\'t take hearing anything else like that, and that was the last thing that ran through his mind before he ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him...never more emotionally hurt in his life.



Oh God. Oh dear God. Oh dear, motherfreaking, son of a basket, halo heating God! That had not just happened! He had not...! Oh GOD! His mind didn\'t seem to be able to get past that single train of thought, running it over and over and over again until he felt the tightening of his chest draw near suffocation and remembered that he had to breath. Covered in his own cum and sweat, his lip bleeding and his brother\'s tears still fresh and rolling down the front of his shirt, he sat there. He didn\'t know what to do. He couldn\'t believe he had...he\'d actually done that! Not just the fact that in the throws of passion he\'d called out his \'ex\'-lovers name, but that he\'d been in the throws of passion with his little brother! Was Jeremy even his ex-lover?!



He hadn\'t broken up with him, not yet at least, hell, he hadn\'t even thought about him until those last few moments when things had gotten far too familiar for comfort. He was going to break up with him...right? Well, he had to, his brother and him were...they were...what? They weren\'t dating. It wasn\'t as though they could. Homosexuality was frowned upon enough, to add incest to the list of wrongdoings was just asking for trouble. But they\'d done something...something...like that, just a few minutes ago, the evidence was still fresh on the front of his shirt. And he couldn\'t deny that he\'d enjoyed it. Far too much to say that it was just something that \'happened\'.



Thinking now about going back to Jeremy, about trying to forget it, made his chest draw tight again in the a strange new pain, some pang of mixed remorse and need over the yet passed loss. His eyes widened. He hadn\'t minded the thought of lossing Jeremy, hadn\'t cared at all while he\'d been with his brother, but right now, even if they were apart, he couldn\'t stand the thought of losing Tobi. Couldn\'t stand it one bit.



He sighed softly and stood up, dumping off his second shirt for the day and tossing it in the dirty clothes along with the first as he zipped up his pants and tucked himself away. If he was going to even attempt to make this right, he had to do it all the way. He spun around in his computer chair and pulled up in front of his computer, finally taking notice of the blinking icons on the bottom that signaled his several unheralded messages from Jeremy, who seemed quite upset that he hadn\'t been answered at all yet. All he needed to type was \'Come over. I need to talk.\' and all the blinking stopped and Jeremy was already on his way. Usually it meant that they\'d be...\'occupied\' for a few hours in the back room, but this time, Jeremy had no idea what he was in for, evidenced by the cheerful greeting he gave at the door.



That lasted a total of two minutes, the ear-to-ear grin on his face fading as Jack answered the door, but didn\'t invite him in, the step he\'d started to take falling back on the hard pavement. He knew something was wrong from the way Jack stood, nervously inching his glasses up his nose and adjusting his hair, suddenly just as nervous. "L-Look, Jack, if nothing else, let\'s not talk on the street, huh? At least let me in..." Because they were probably going to fight, that was the only reason Jack would have called him over, or at least, that\'s what Jeremy thought. "Alright." So in stepped Jeremy, prepared to fight over whatever it was that had upset his boyfriend, standing in the entryway with Jack with his back to the front door, the stairs behind Jeremy. "Listen..."



And suddenly, Jack became so utterly inaudible that the rest of what he said was completely unheard by anyone except for Jeremy, whose countenance seemed to slowly continue to fall, paling the more that Jack spoke, body going slack. "You\'re...you\'re breaking up with me?" It came this quiet, almost squeak of a question from Jeremy\'s lips, Jack\'s head bowed low. "You\'re...BREAKING UP WITH ME?!" Suddenly, as though he couldn\'t believe his ears. "You\'re fucking kidding me, right? You stupid little asshole prick! You think you\'re breaking up with me?! NO! FUCK NO! I\'m supposed to break up with YOU, you little nothing of a prepubescent turd!"



He was shouting now, obviously upset, and with good reason. He\'d expected to be the one doing the dumping. Sure, when you got Jack out of the frumpy, oversized shirts and the baggy khaki slacks, he was deffinately something to look at, and sure, when introduced to it, he was an able and willing partner with the desire to explore...many aspects of sexuality, but...no one else knew that! He\'d come to Jeremy a virginal twit with awkwardness stamped on his forehead! No one else would have known jack-squat about the guy except mayb-...his brother. "It\'s him, isn\'t it?" He glared daggers at Jack, suddenly huffing in anger, sure that in some way, that little bastard had to be up there, listening. Hanging on every word...that little...



After such a heartbreaking event, you would think that Tobi would have taken a nap or something to try and calm himself down a little, but after hearing his older brother and Jeremy downstairs and the fact that the bastard was raising his voice, it wouldn\'t be a bad idea for him to keep an eye on things in case they got out of hand. His breath seemed to become caught in his throat as he listened in on the conversation, just why was his brother breaking up with Jeremy, he had just screamed his name in passion minutes earlier. An eyebrow was arched in silent question, anger practically boiling when he heard himself being mentioned, the fact that Jeremy just assumed that he could brutalize his brother was a very big mistake. "Hey! No one...talks to my brother that way...especially not some giant dick like yourself!" He had very little clue as to where his newfound courage had emerged from, picking himself onto his feet once again, a glare of sharp daggers digging into Jeremy\'s back...someone was definately going to get hurt here.



He may have been deeply upset and hurt right now, but that would never mean that he would sit back and let the sibiling he loved so much be tossed around on some kind of emotional roller coaster. "Just because you\'re pissed...doesn\'t mean you take it out on him, after all, not very fair to fight him now is it?" A rather sadistic little smirk managed to cross over his features. "Than again, just proves how big of a coward you really are...beating up on an innocent person"



"Innocent?" Apparently, Jeremy wasn\'t just going to stand there and take all of this without something getting tossed back. "Fair fight?" He spun around on his heels. Now, Jeremy perhaps wasn\'t going to be making the football team any time soon, but he was a fairly well sized boy, after years of carrying fifty pounds of books back and forth and riding his bike to school and lugging around games and computers, you gained a little muscle, and after you got beat up so many times your head nearly caved in, you sort of learned to hold your own. And right now, Jeremy was more than ready to enflict some damage.



"Oh, really, you little assprick?! You wanna talk about fair and innocent?! I\'ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one\'s watching! I know why you glare at me when his back is turned, you little slut!" Jeremy was already stomping his way up the stares, a couple of years older and a good foot or two taller than the other boy. "Don\'t you dare start trying to talk to me about fair and innocent, you\'re the one trying to fuck your brother!" All the while, Jack couldn\'t get his eyes off his little brother, watching as his now ex-boyfriend trailed up the stairs but somehow missing the words he was speaking, only focused on Tobi\'s.



His brother was...defending him? Even after he\'d done something so completely and utterly horrible to him and hurt him so very badly? He didn\'t know whether he was scared, happy, sad, or all of the above all at once.



Jeremy made it all the way to the top of the stairs, backing the younger boy a good few steps out of shere size before he raised his hand, balling it into a fist midair, and bringing it down, hard, against Tobi\'s right eye, pulling back for yet another before Jack\'s hand closed around his wrist. "You don\'t lay a single goddamn hand on him." Now, Jack wasn\'t going to be on any football teams any time soon either, he was much slimmer than Jeremy and might have passed him in height by a few inches, but Jeremy was definately the stronger of the two. Proved as Jeremy yanked his wrist away and slammed an elbow directly into Jack\'s face, cracking one side of his glasses and shattering the other, boy tumbling back just enough to teeter on the edge of the top step, grabbing hold of the offending arm, and taking both of them crashing down the steps.



Still wrestling for dominance, Jack\'s mouth seething and Jeremy still cursing him to the last step, Jack managing to gain the higher ground once they were on the floor, pinning Jeremy to the floor by straddling him and letting the punches fly. Jack could throw a punch, but with the slow trickle of blood down one side of his face from the thick glass that had stuck into him from his frames, he was quickly losing the advantage of being able to see out of both eyes and after only a few hits, Jeremy planted a firm kicked to his side and managed to roll out from under him.



With a black eye and a busted lip, he scrambled to the door, holding his side as he rushed out and away, leaving Jack on the floor in the entryway with glass sticking out of the side of his eye and one cheek, an equally split lip, and two bruised rips, part from the stairs, part from the kick, and a few more small bumps and bruises. But otherwise a happy boy. "H-Hey, Tobi, you alright?" He inquired from the floor, not quite ready to get up yet, but still concerned about his brother.



Tobi hadn\'t been too sure just how long he had been laying on the floor simply staring up at the ceiling, the punch given to him more than enough to daze him for a few moments at the least. It hadn\'t been until he had heard his brother ask him if he was okay that he was brought back from his own little world, Jack had been the one that had just gotten his ass thrown down a flight of stairs and had glass sticking out of his face, and he was asking if he was okay? "I\'m fine Jack, should be more concerned about the injuries you have.." His touch was incredibly tender as he took to running two of his fingers over the bleeding wound on his cheek, being extremely careful as he removed the glass from the wound...his brother may have hurt his feeling a little earlier; but that didn\'t change the fact that he still loved him dearly. A rather chaste kiss given to his brothers cut before pulling back, not wanting to push him too far due to the fact he was most likely in pain. "So...want me to help you onto the couch? can lean on me and watch that show you like so much"



It didn\'t matter to Jack, arms wrapping around his younger brother the moment he was close enough to do so, pulling him down close. "I-I\'m fine, Tobi." His chest was screaming at him otherwise, begging him not to move it, sides whining, but he needed his brother close to him right then, for a few reasons. He\'d never been that pissed off his entire life, but then again, no one had ever tried to hit his little brother before either, at least, not when he was around, and that, in a way, frightened him. He\'d never thought about the strength of the feelings he had for Tobi, or the way they made him act sometimes, it was just...how it was supposed to be. At least, in his mind.



The fact that he\'d worried more about his little brother the entire time that he was pretty much getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter also made him wonder. Just how far did this \'brotherly love\' between them go? Maybe Tobi had just figured it out before him...which was odd, because he was used to figuring things out before anyone else. Suddenly realizing just how close he\'d brought Tobi to himself, he blushed a very bright red and sat up, much to the protest of his body, which would have liked to have lain still much longer, and attempted standing only to catch himself from falling on the nearest step. "Yeah...some help might be good." He reached up and took off his glasses, tugged the final few pieces of glass from around his cheek with a wince. "I might have to clean up a bit though..."



Something about all this only seemed to make Tobi that much more concerned, it would seem that even with the abusive boyfriend of his out of the picture his older brother was still overanalyzing the whole thing between the two of them. A rather soft sigh was heard as he felt Jack move away from the incredibly comfortable spot that they had both been in just a few moments before. His hands took to wrapping themselves securely around his brother, making sure that he wouldn\'t go tumbling onto the floor while at the same time mindful of the multiple bruises he was sure to have in that area. "You\'re in no condition to be moving around, so I\'ll go and get a washcloth and some bandaids." He took their little moment of closeness to press his lips to his brothers, carefully brushing over them before pulling back with a sweet and somewhat teasing smile before he went off in search of said items, leaving his older brother laying on the couch.

A few minutes had passed before he had re-emerged from the bathroom, carrying a box of bandaids with a washcloth in the other hand. His movements gentle as he maneuvered himself onto the couch beside his older sibling, gently running the washcloth over the bleeding wounds on Jack\'s face, wanting nothing more than to kiss the other breathless if only he wasn\'t in so much pain.



It wouldn\'t have been hard to kiss a boy with two bruised ribs breathless, all he would have had to do was put any sort of pressure on the other boy\'s chest or made him breathe too fast, which a kiss probably would have. The only reason that he hadn\'t passed out the moment his brother had kissed him after helping him up was that he\'d wanted to do it as well. He\'d wanted to, badly, the moment his brother was close enough for him to have done so, still not able to more than just hug him, and only in the most dire of moments, his brother seemed more than ready to show him just what he was missing out on. Jack lay on the sofa in the living room with a nod of understanding, fairly certain he would have collapsed if he\'d tried standing too long. "Thanks." he muttered when his brother came back with things to treat him.



"Hey, you got hit too, right? Let me see your eye." He motioned him down, closer, so he could get a better look at what he thought would probably be a pretty bad shiner on his little brother\'s otherwise cherub face. "Maybe we can wear matching eye-patches, huh?"



He couldn\'t stop the rather soft chuckle that passed through his lips at the mention of eye patches, like they would be some kind of modern day pirates or something. A slight shake of his head was the only kind of answer that he gave to his older sibling as a response, he may get a nice black eye tomorrow but Jack had worse injuries that needed tended to first. As his mind ran over all of the things that had happened in the past hour, his protectiveness only seemed to increase, wanting nothing painful to happen to his brother as long as he was there to take the brunt of it instead.



A look of accomplishment crossed over his features when the bandaids had been placed over the cuts on his others face, effectively making him look decent once again without the staining of blood. Taking the glass of water that he had placed on the stand beside them along with a Tylenol and handing them to his brother, hopefully it would help to take away from most of the pain that he was currently feeling and help him to relax a little.



Jack reached up, running his fingers along the bandaids with a little smirk. "Think I\'ll get a cool scar?" He asked jokingly as he sat up a little to take the pills, hissing in pain as his entire midsection potested with growing annoyance at any movement at all, lips drawing back and rebreaking the already open lip, a twitch of pain bringing about yet more to the already sensetive cheek. "Damn it..." He muttered under his breath, still pulling himself up to take the pills with a nod of thanks to his brother, reaching across and lifting his own shirt to look at his chest, one side colored all sorts of nasty where he\'d been kicked.



Using the cool glass that he\'d only just finished drinking from, he ran the smoothed surface over his aching ribs, the condensation pooling and running cold rivulets down his side, around his back, and over his belly. "I think I might have bruised something. I hope it didn\'t break." He murmured, laying back down with a soft whine this time. Settling down to try and relax, he simply tried to give the medicine time to work itself through his body and make the pain stop.



Tobi couldn\'t help but feel incredibly guilty for the simple fact that his brother was in so much pain, and all because he couldn\'t keep his own damn mouth shut when he needed to. His fingers were incredibly gentle as he ran the tips over the rather large looking bruises that were already forming on the others side, carefully maneuvering the other so that he could somewhat comfortably rest against him and watch a little bit of tv in hopes of getting his mind off of the pain he was in.



It had taken him a good couple of minutes of mindless channel surfing before he managed to find the one show that his brother seemed to love over all of the others, in all truth Tobi wasn\'t the biggest fan of it but he was willing to do anything to make his older brother feel comfortable...and if that meant spending the next couple of hours watching a show that talked circles around him almost all of the time, then so be it. "Maybe, just gotta rub the special salve on it like it says in the commercials" The fact that his brother was currently squirming against him didn\'t go un noticed, the fact only seemed to be getting him all excited all over again, but he willed himself to keep his libido under control, at least until Jack was feeling better; than he would most certainly be fair game.



Jack tried not to make a noise of appreciation when he felt his brothers fingers moving over his side, bitting down on his own lower lip and shoving the tip of his tongue into the cut to keep from outright moaning. He didn\'t know why, but from the moment that his brother had showed him exactly what it was that he felt, even if he\'d made a mistake, he hadn\'t been able to get his brother off his mind, that little manuvuer by Jeremy just enough to set him off and over the edge. The arm nearest Tobi draped it\'s way around his waist, Jack\'s eyes slowly closing though he still listened to the noise box at the front of the room. "They\'re crazy, if they think that offshore drilling is going to do anything..."



He muttered softly, his little rant cut short by the pain in his chest at getting overly worked up and breathing faster. "Mn...looks like I can breath alright if I\'m careful." He smirked, resisting the urge to chuckle. Unfortunately, of course, the mention of rubbing special salve in to make him feel better simply didn\'t help his situation of trying to ignore the fact that despite his brother being close, he wanted him closer, infinately so. "I don\'t think we have any sauve. It\'s the thick, gooey, white stuff, right? The one that gets warm when you rub it enough?" He asked, almost licking his lips.



Okay, the plan to simply try to ignore all of the little things that his brother was doing, even if they were unintentional or not wasn\'t working out so well, all that Jack had to do was touch Tobi and he was already half hard. A rather soft whine could be heard as he listened to his brothers little talk about thick white sauve, and damnit if it didn\'t sound dirty and hot in all kinds of different ways. "Mmhmm, the kind thats gets quite messy if you\'re not careful..." If his brother was in the mood to play his little teasing games than Tobi was not about to deny him what little pleasure he got out of almost talking his younger brother over the edge.



God, it was times like this that he somewhat wished that he could fuck himself into oblivion while his brother watched, but the strained breathing wasn\'t the best thing for his obviously sore ribs, so that little thought would have to be saved for a later day no matter just how tempting it was at the moment. A part of him simply wanted to make some kind of excuse that would allow him to go and get the actual salve that had started this whole little sexual talk, but the other part of him clung to his brothers words as if they were the very air he breathed. Without even noticing it, his breath had gotten shorter, not to mention the fact that his pants were already starting to cut off his circulation...damn the people that invented the cum looking substance called salve to hell and back.



Of course, on Jack\'s part, it was a completely unintentional teasing of his brother, rather, it was his own mind teasing him, providing pretty little pictures of his younger brother sitting, for some odd reason or another, on top of him, naked as the day he was born, rubbing warm, messy, thick, white goo all over his chest...and oh, the rubbing! And the way his brother had so easily shrugged it off, speaking as though it were nothing but common sense, he supposed that he was going through nothing like what his big brother was, his cheeks coloring slightly and his breath a little quicker, much to his ribs protest.



With his arms draped around his brother, before for comfort on the deep seated couch, he couldn\'t help but feel the comforting warmth of his brother\'s body against his bare skin, the way his belly dipped inward and his hips jutted out, those already tight little shorts his brother was wearing hugging the toned muscles underneath. He bet that if he\'d tried, he could trace and name every muscle in his brother\'s body with his eyes closed, and knew that his arm lay across every muscle of either of his thighs. Some part of his mind begged to have some form of more personal contact, but the rest still objected to the thought of corrupting his younger, innocent brother, even if it seemed his body was seemingly ahead of him, his pants a little tighter, shifting about to keep from showing.



God, just how tempting it was to throw himself onto his older brother and beg for some sort of contact, anything that would help to alleviate some of the pressure that was quickly gathering in his loins. An almost inaudible whine could be heard as he took to pressing his lips against the nape of the others neck, the fact that he couldn\'t touch Jack the way that he truly wanted to enough to make him more than a little frustrated. Damn Jeremy for hurting his brother, and yet he couldn\'t help but feel a little selfish for wanting his brother to be well enough for sex. "S-stop straining yourself, supposed to relax..." Even as he spoke his hands had been unconciously groping his brothers stomach, careful to avoid the more tender areas.



The fact that his shorts were becoming even tighter by the second was somehow unable to cross his mind just yet, too busy desperately trying to pry himself away from Jack before he did any kind of permenant damage by pushing him too far in his condition...it was obviously easier said than done on his part.



Jack\'s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of the lips against his neck, biting down on his own, his teeth in the open wound, to keep from outright moaning. "T-Tobi..." He breathed out, his breath catching every other intake at the simple feel of his brother being oh so close. The hand on his stomach made him almost purr, the tight muscles of his belly contracting as though they tried to run from the sensation to save himself. One hand trailed up the other male\'s side, running over him and up to rest against his cheek, cradling on side of his face ever so gently. "You\'re not mad at me?" He asked, rather abruptly, knowing that his brother loved him, and, evidenced from the past couple hours, lusted after him.



He didn\'t want to use that as some excuse to be allowed to touch him if he was still upset, even more so if he still hated him. He really didn\'t want him to hate him. "Please don\'t hate me anymore, okay?" With everything that had happened, his brother was the only one that he had left that loved him, and even if it meant they weren\'t going to be together like they had earlier that afternoon, he didn\'t want to lose what they\'d had before.





A part of his brain was desperately trying to tell himself that this just wasn\'t what should be happening right now, that his older brother was still in too much pain for anything too physical. His face seemed to arch into the gentle touch of his brothers hand, practically begging for any kind of friction that he could be given right now. "Of course I still love you, I could never hate you, no matter what" The fact that he had just made a rather loving notion, didn\'t seem to change the fact that he was incredibly turned on and willing to do almost anything to relieve his symptoms. A rather sinful little smirk managed to cross over his lips as he noticed his brothers own little growing bulge, fingers lightly groping the outline of his short clad erection with a whimper of sympathy.



"Seems someone can\'t relax...perhaps I can help?" Teeth took to lightly nipping at the material of his shorts, carefully maneuvering the material so that his fingers could finally come in contact with a rather pissed off looking erection, lips carefully wrapping themselves around the tip with a groan of absolute hunger, swallowing the precum that flowed freely from the tip as if it were water to a dehydrated man. His face pulling back long enough to lock eyes with his brother, lightly licking his lips as he spoke. "Cum over my pretty face..."



His hands fumbled, his breath fast, but the pain of it unfelt as he arched himself into the sweet lips so delicately wrapped around his straining erection, that part of his mind that screamed that this was his little brother shut up and replaced by another that quietly whispered that this was his little brother and fueled him yet further on. He couldn\'t help the way his fingers fisted themselves suddenly in Tobi\'s hair, nowhere near hard enough to yank, but firm enough to make sure that he didn\'t go too far. From the noises he was making, the younger man was rather obviously enjoying himself beyond all other reason, nothing quite compared to how near losing his mind his brother was lingering.



"Tobi..." He whined softly, his lip finally let loose, eyes squeezing shut despite the cuts that so desperately begged them not to. He struggled to keep his breath going, suddenly panting far too fast for his chest to keep up with, but he barely noticed the slight asphyxiation, more preoccupied by the beautiful mouth that pulled off of his dick, making him whimper loudly, trying hard to thrust back between those rosy lips. "T-Tobi, please...more. Feels so good..." He begged, pleading, his hands slack now, petting his little brother as though it might help his case. "Please, Tobi, more..." More than anything, he wanted to keep saying his brother\'s name, keep reminding them both that they were themselves, together.



His eyes had become half lidded in gaze as he listened to Jack\'s pleas for more and his desperate panting that had to hurt him quite badly, though he didn\'t seem to let the fact show much. As much as he practically wanted his older brother to fuck him, he would simply have to settle with sucking him off for now, anything to get more of those delicious sounding whines and groans was good enough for him. His hands carefully moving his own shorts down enough so that he could lightly grasp at his own erection, squelching his own pleasured cries by pushing as much of his older brothers cock down his throat as possible, carefully forming a rhythm of bobbing his head and thrusting his erection into his own hand.



He felt somewhat like a whore, getting off just by sucking on his brother cock, but another part of him honestly couldn\'t have cared less. His own cries vibrating against the length in his throat, swallowing around the appendage to add to the delicious pleasure his brother was feeling before moving back to focus on the tip, only to repeat the process over and over again. His hand was coated with his precum, proving that at his current pace it wouldn\'t be too long before he reached his own end.



Jack couldn\'t help himself, sheer will power keeping him from cumming when he saw his little brother\'s hand wander down to stroke himself, his eyes watering in a mix of pain and pleasure as he held himself off, wanting to last as long as possible, to stay like this as long as he could. But it all felt so good. So much better than anything he\'d ever had before, nothing coming even close in comparison to what he was feeling now. He\'d always wondered, watching all the men on the screen of his computer, what made their voice raise like that, what made them keep going back for more. Sure, it\'d been...nice, before, but...nothing like this. This, this made him understand every cheesy line they used and every random plot. No matter what they did, nothing could ever compare to this.



He\'d never considered himself vocal, he\'d always been able to keep quiet enough not to let anyone else in the house know what he was doing, but at the moment, he didn\'t think he could have kept his voice from moaning and crying out his brother\'s name if he\'d had to. "Oh, Tobi, Tobi..." He kept moaning, his hands in his hair, not pushing or pulling him in either direction, just holding him, making sure that he was really there and really doing what he was doing. It all felt so good, too good to be real, but it was, and he couldn\'t help himself. "So close, Tobi...gonna-gonna cum.." he tried to warn the other, his breath already light and thready, chest heaving, eyes watering, but he wouldn\'t have stopped if his life depended on it. He wanted, no, needed, this.



His hands clenched and he thrust a few final times into the sweet heat of his brothers soft mouth before he tumbled down over the edge of oblivion, strings of thick cum shooting from the tip of his dick as he moaned out his brother\'s names, his entire world going bright white as the world of unconciousness lingered just beyond this point, deep and ragged breaths taken to keep him awake as he finished, his body going limp, finally relaxed completely.



There really was only one way to describe what he was feeling at that moment, and that was complete and utter bliss. Almost as if nothing could possibly ruin this moment. A muffled cry of his own wrenching itself from his lips as he too found his own release, fingers tightening themselves around his dick, wringing himself completely of the cum flowing freely from the tip. Tobi seemed to look a lot like a cat cleaning, carefully swallowing all of the cum that his older brother had released into his mouth, also taking to the task of carefully licking up what little bit had managed to drip back onto Jack\'s softening member.



A rather soft little smirk managed to cross over his facial features, noticing the fact that his older brother was pretty much invalid on the couch, more then happy that he had been able to take away the pain that he was feeling if only for a little while. "Well, seems as though you need your rest....but do tell me if the \'pain\' comes back"



Jack smiled at his brother and the small smirk of absolute victory that he wore, staring at him as though they\'d just gone through all forms of bliss together, and, in all honesty, had. He tugged his little brother up, forcing him into an invasive kiss, the twinge of his own climax not stopping him from exploring his brother\'s mouth completely until he simply couldn\'t breath anymore, finally pulling back with a smirk as his hand wandered lower, fondling the younger sibling and easing out those final few drops onto his fingers before licking them clean as though they were some sort of delectible treat. "I\'ll be sure to let you know right away if anything hurts." The heaviness of his own body carried him downward into sleep with a grin still on his lips.