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[anditwasn'thefirsttime]


It was acoustic, the breathing. Pair of heavy panting, one with more depth and streangth than the other, yet despite that it was ragged compared to the relaxing sigh of the other. Shakey versus the coming of a controlled exhale. The upper and the comedown. If he could move he would pace and if he could pace he would have been moving, but instead he was frozen in frame against the counter, hand clutching the edge as he leaned against it, blood from his knuckles staining the back of his shirt.

"Fuck.. fuck.."

In the other's head, the word was followed by "me" everytime, though he was unsure if he ment "fuck me" as in to fuck him or "fuck me" as in to be fucked. He hovered on the thought a moment, but only that before a tremor went into his legs and he was jittering again. Back arching a moment, he rolled his shoulders back underneath him and placed predominant amount of pressure on the shoulder blades and his neck, sighing as he attempted to get comfortable. Instead the pair screamed in his side, a rip or two possibly broken. Curling, groaning, he went into a fetal position once again and spat a large pool of blood onto the floor. In the distancehe heard him speak again.

"Jack you.. you need help.."

Touching his lips with his fingertips, Jack squinted through the blur of his vision and broken glasses at the haze color of his flesh and deep red smears along the tips of his digits. He smirked a moment, moving slowly, carefully due to the increased throbbing from the punches Tyber had landed [and he had landed every one] and the mutual throbbing between his legs that was slowly fading away. When he inhaled to ease the senastions he smelled three fluids, the last being semen. He was sure, however, that Tyber only smelled salt water and blood if he was paying attention at all.

Propping himself up on his elbows he ran a stained red tongue over his bottom lip, metal and copper mixing together nicely so that he had to contain the grin to a smirk, least he disturb his half brother even more. A hundred ways to fix the situation and comfort Tyber raced through his head, all making it possible to put this issue behind them.

Instead he spread his legs slightly and grinned, teeth stained red and pupils contracting as he licked his teeth unintentionally.

"So help me."

The look of shock and digust that danced on Tyber's sad, tired features were instant, though Jack wondered if he saw something else under it. Before he could coax or push further however, his bother's massive form crossed the linoleum in two heavy steps and his boot met Jack's jaw. Eyes rolling into his head, Jackson Holmes crumpled back into the fetal position, the world spinning and blurring before he went under. Yet as he decended, he couldn't help but note the blood and saliva he had spat free before, and the corner of his lips twitched as it all went black.

It looked like the symbol of a cardiovascular romance.