B-E-A-T-E-N: A Shane Tale Part 4 written by Jimmy

 

B-E-A-T-E-N: A Shane Tale Part 4

By Jimmy

 

Shane watches his captain standing up for him, and he has never been prouder of him. Or felt as bad. Chase is about to get an ass whopping.

Shane warns Chase to run, but the fool stayed behind to try and help him and now Chase is on the floor, his towel barely managing to stay on as his brother wearing blue jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt marches over towards him.

Chase quickly, climbs back to his bare feet that leave wet footprints on the tiles below him, the other hand grabbing towel that threatens to fall off his waist and he just manages to tuck the knot back in as Roel, Shane’s older brother takes a swing at him.

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Chase glides backwards on wet feet, slipping into the wall. Chase braces, himself, arms and legs spread wide grasping the wall to steady himself as Roel moves purposely towards him and lifts up his right foot and sending it flying.

Chase’s clear blue eyes go wide at the destructive force coming towards his precious big nuts and he just manages to skitter further along the wall as Roel’s toe kicks the wall a small dent carves into the plaster as he pulls his foot back and Chase knows that that indent could have been his genitalia and he gulps worriedly while white plaster dust soars in the air landing on the tile below.

“Oh shit,” Chase whispers.

Before he can contemplate more Roel is on the move again, and Chase is slowly being backed into a corner.

Roel seems to recognize this too and states plainly, “Nowhere else to go, stud. End of the line.”

Putting up his hands ready to duke it out, Roel laughs at him.

“You have never won a fight in your life, have you!?” Roel mocks. “I’m a trained third-degree black belt in karate and I study under a sensei in jujitsu. My degree is going to be in martial arts, and you…swimmer boy thought he could best me.” Roel shakes his head, solemnly and he cracks his neck both ways, and gets into a proper stance, his arms limber and graceful and legs nimble as he moves into a warrior's stance and Chase starts to wonder if he has any chance at all at beating this dickwad.

Chase scoffs, “This ain’t no karate studio, dickhead and I am not afraid of you.”

Behind the two, Shane struggles, his armpits ache from hanging by his backpack straps and he hates himself trying the two straps together around his chest, a bad habit that he has had since fifth grade that he chides himself now for ever having done so. He works at the knot and realizes that if Chase stands any kind of chance at all to escape this, he needs a distraction.

Thinking quickly, he kicks his right foot at the other until he loosens it, and it slowly drops down to his toes and hangs precariously in the air. Now if he times this just right, Shane thinks he might hit Roel with it. Carefully he aims at Roel’s head but pauses in mid-throw as Roel leaps in the air a flying high kick centered straight at Chase’s head.

“Duck Chase!” Shane screams.

Chase does not need telling twice as Roel hits the wall and propels himself off and after Chase, and he is too fast this time managing to hit Chase in the side with a spinning kick sending him into the bench which his knees hit hard and he topples to the wet tiles knocking his head in the process. Laying dazed on the floor, Chase moans wondering what the hell just hit him.

Shane winces and Roel winces in mock sympathy at the same time.

“That looked like it hurt. I think your running days are over for a while.”

Chase groans one hand holding his head, the other his right knee which comes away a bit bloody, and he tastes bile at the back of his throat as he looks at it.

Roel reaches him and Chase moves to get up but one boot presses into his bare chest dead center, and down he stays. “I did this move to my littlest brother yesterday as I made mincemeat out of his tiny Coco Puffs in his nutsac. Let’s see if your nuts are any more impressive than my 12-year-old snot brother. I'm guessing...not.”

Chase reaches down to protect his goods, but he is too late. Roel knocks the knot of his towel open and easily grabs his bare damp balls from the shower in one hand and starts to mock his findings. “Not bad…but I do have to say for an older kid, these are really not that impressive and soon even my brothers will dwarf these acorns of yours.”

“My balls…are big!” Chase says defensibly and Roel looks up at his brother and grins. “You look up to this buffoon, really?” Roel says and squeezes his fingers tightly, making a fist and crushing Chase’s nuts within.

Chase grimaces, and groans “You have my big balls! Bastard!”

Laughing cruelly, Roel tightens his fist making sure to skewer his thumb into Chase’s left ball, hoping that it was his favorite of the pair.

Roel opens his mouth to dis Chase’s balls some more when a shoe hits him straight in his right eye, and he releases Chase’s nuts immediately and grabbing his face protectively.

“Ow!” Roel grumbles looking up at his brother who smiles widely and launches his second shoe this one Roel easily bats out of the air with a thwack! The shoe soars across the locker room hitting a locker hard with a clang, which makes it swing open shaking like a leaf on its hinges. Roel then moves purposely towards his younger brother, a maniacal look in his beady dark set eyes.

“You will regret that, and you don’t have any more shoes. What a shame!”

Before Roel can get any closer, Chase sends a leg straight out and Roel trips on it but manages to land lightly on his feet, but the wet trail of Chase’s feet has produced all over the floor from earlier causes him to slip and he falls hard on his ass wetting his jeans in the process.

Cursing, Roel climbs to his feet but Chase had gotten there first and he manages a quick and efficient kick from behind nailing Roel in his very large bulge in the front of his blue jeans.

Roel’s eyes widen in surprise and lets out a small cough, and Shane cheers.

“Nice shot, now run Chase! Before it's too late, I can’t help you again. My brother is right I have no more shoes to kick!” Shane explains worriedly, as Roel drops to one knee clutching his balls.

“I won’t need you too, buddy.” Chase says stepping forward and putting Roel in a choke hold his naked cock flopping into Roel’s face as he does so, and Chase chuckles. “My big cock says ‘Hi,’ now say ‘Hi’ back!” Chase adds as he twists his hips and his naked cock swings back and slaps Roel across his face a bit of his head flicks into Roel’s mouth and Chase knows that he managed to have Roel taste him.

Roel’s face reddens and it’s unclear if that’s from the lack of airflow or embarrassment from the dick slap. In either case, Roel slams an elbow straight between Chase’s thighs and hits his scrotum hard with acute accuracy the point nailing Chase’s left nut against his thigh.

Chase’s blue eyes widen and Shane looks on in horror as Shane elbows him again in the same spot, Chase’s left egg and Chase stumbles back clutching his nuts in both hands, his legs wobbling and nuts pounding with pain.

Roel grabs his own nuts and spits on the ground and takes a shaky breath.

“So… dead.”

Roel stands up spinning back to stare daggers at Chase and the wounded captain’s blue eyes reflect both pain and fear as Roel moves forward and grabs his throat and yanks him skyward and slams him next to Shane’s hanging form causing all the lockers to tremble from the blow, the locks swinging back and forth like wound up clocks.

Chase and Shane manage to share a look before Roel drops him on a knee, crotch first and all Chase’s bravado fades away as he screams “My ballllllllllssssssss! Ahhh fuuuuuck!”

Roel grins now, his crooked smile is dangerous as he shoves Chase to the floor where he lays fallen and curls into a ball groaning and repeating, “My big balls…my big balls…fu…fu…fuuuck.”

Roel reaches into his brothers shorts again and Shane yells, “No Roel, don’t!” His please go unnoticed as Roel searches for his brother’s treasure bag.

Chase looks up from the floor helpless as pain floods Roel’s face as Roel manages to have located Shane’s squirmy nuggets and Shane puffs out his cheeks trying to take the tight ball crushing hold that his brother has applied to his family jewels.

“I made you a promise brother,” Roel snaps and kicks Chase in the abdomen with his boot hard enough that Chase’s breath whooshes out of him and he grabs Roel’s foot trying to stop him from causing more damage and leaving his bare groin wide open and defenseless.

“You must realize how pointless that was, right?” Roel grins as his boots slides down Chase’s stomach, scraping his skin as he goes and despite Chase’s grip the boot continues in it’s progress and hovers over Chase’s bare balls.

“Say goodbye to your “big balls,” that in reality were not that big.”

Chase looks up with pleading eyes and says “You wouldn’t?”

“Heh, I would right Shane?” Roel asks giving his fist a twist that makes Shane gasp and nod his head defeated.

“Yes…cause you’re an asshole!” Shane yells, his face turning red.

Roel laughs, “I’m the asshole? That’s cute. I’m here picking you up, and doing you the favor and you never answer your fucking phone.” Roel twists his fist the other way and Shane’s eyes go wide.

Beneath him Chase tries to move so Roel lowers his boot until the bottom touches Chase’s bouncy balls, and Roel says nothing as he stomps down to the floor flattening Chase’s balls instantly.

Chase lets out a guttural yell, which echoes across the locker room and ends in a terrifying screech as he stares in horror at Roel’s boot and his smooshed balls underneath.

“Nnnn…no!” Shane says. “Don’t hurt him!”

“And what are you going to do, Shane?” Roel says, twisting his foot and Chase shrieks again like a girl.

Roel tightens his grip some more and he feels his brother’s balls shrinking inside as if he could actually smoosh the little berries, the very idea brings joy to his face and his lips curl at the edges and he digs in harder to find out.

Shane opens his mouth to say something, but he lets out a wordless scream and shuts his eyes as Roel says, “That’s what I thought!”

“Now Chase, beg me to let you keep these pathetic balls, and agree that Shaney here will never be on your team again or sadly the captain will also be retiring because of a rather private injury…get it?” Roel says snappishly raising his foot high over Chase’s balls and Chase is shaking his head, a single tear leaking down his red handsome face.

The boy’s locker room door is kicked open, and Jacoby with a chocolate Popsicle comes striding in popping it out of his mouth and mouthing off, “What the hell is taking so long?” Jacoby’s eyes widen and the youngest brother points his pop at Roel, the chocolatey thing flinging tiny flecks of chocolate on the floor in front of him and he adds “Hey Roel, leave Shane and that naked kid alone!”

Roel laughs and drops his foot down again on Chase’s balls and Chase pops his head up and gasps, red in the face and his eyes roll back in his head and he falls to the tile floor unconscious and beaten.

“This doesn’t concern you, twerp. Now be a good little boy and skip back to the car and wait for me. I am almost done here, right Shaney boy?” Roel asks giving him his full attention now that Chase is firmly out of the picture.

Shane’s knees are buckling inward, and his balls feel as if they might explode and the sight of his younger brother, seems to give him strength as he kicks forward with both feet hitting Roel in the chest and causing him to stumble back, but sadly for him Roel still clutching onto his bare balls stretching his ballsack to the max.

Shane screams and kicks again, this time connecting with Roel’s chin and sending him further back as Shane’s balls are ripped through his fingers.

Shaking his head, Roel moves right back to get to Shane but an uppercut between his legs with a Popsicle hitting him in the crotch first stops him in his tracks.

“I said to leave Shane alone!” Jacoby emphasizes pulling his arm back, and sending a kick straight up between Roel’s legs and hitting him square in the balls as hard as he can before Roel can protect his goods. Jacoby feels his toes scramble the big orbs underneath the toe of his shoe as Roel drops to his knees grabbing his balls.

Jacoby pops the chocolate treat back into his mouth and takes another slurp.

“When I…” Roel starts to say but groans and drops further to one hand, the other clutching his eggs which Jacoby has made quite an impression on.

“Yeah, yeah you talk too much,” Jacoby says walking up to his brother and slaps him in the face with his pop leaving a long trace of the ice-cream across his stubbly cheek.

Again, he puts the pop back in his mouth not caring about where it was moments ago, as he steps across the short distance of the room and winces looking at Chase as he grabs his brother’s waist and mumbles, with the bar still in one cheek letting out a trail of chocolate that dribbles down his cheek and falls onto his own chest and Chase below him landing on Chase’s dick covering it in a sticky mess.

“On the count of” *slurp* “three!” Jacoby mumbles.

Shane nods as Jacoby lifts him up and Shane grabbing the locker tops above lifts with him and he hears a snag as his backpack is freed and the brother’s fall. Shane lands on Jacoby in a heap and he says “Sorry.”

“My pop!” Jacoby says ignoring the apology as reaches down to the floor and grabs his smooshed remains of his treat. “Damn! I was not finished with it yet.”

Shane laughs as he rolls off his brother and grabs his balls that feel as if a truck hit them. “You better go, ughhhh! Before Roel gets back up.” Shane says clutching his nuts that he swears are three times their normal size.

Jacoby does not appear to be listening as his sticks out his tongue stained with chocolate sauce and pushes his hand down his pants and says “Gotcha!” and pulls out a second ice cream this one a chocolate cone. It’s a little lumpy, and melty but Jacoby pops it open and takes a pleasureful bite. “I was saving it to share with you, but you ruined the best one so I get to keep this.” Jacoby explains taking a bite.

“That was in your underwear?” Shane asks appalled.

“Yup, it tastes better when it’s not so cold. See how much I care about you?”

Shane shivers and feels a bit sick thinking about all the times his brother has handed him an ice cream.

“You know that you are beyond gross right?”

Jacoby grins and leans down and planting a very wet kiss on his brother’s mouth. “Yeah, I am aware!”

Shane gags at the taste of chocolate planning on never eating the stuff again as his eyes go wide.

“Roel!”

Jacoby does not need telling twice and he gets to his feet, his older brother looking murderous.

“Now you will suffer too, Jacoby.”

Jacoby grins and pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground and kicks off his shoes, his feet are bare. “Gotta catch me first!” and he takes off running.

Roel moves to block the exit, planning on catching him the same way that he did Chase but Jacoby surprises him as he flies away in his underwear to the pool door and rushes through it and slamming it behind him, the red Spider-man undies all bunched up for some reason.

Roel curses and tries to run, but stops clutching his obviously sore balls and leans over heaving a sigh. “I hate my little brothers.”

Roel ditches his shirt too, his chest full of dark brown hair, with a heavy treasure trail leading past his belly button to his jeans below. Roel takes his time to take off his boots and jeans and last his socks.

Before he goes to leave he grabs his belt from his jeans and looks back at Shane.

“Wouldn’t want you escaping on me.”

In two quick strides he is by Shane’s side and binding his wrists together tightly with the belt and dragging him to the pool door and kicking it open.

“He left on the other side dummy, through the girl’s locker room. Jacoby is…”

“Jacoby would never go in the girl’s locker room, he does not have the stones, besides he is right there in the center of the pool. Exactly where I knew he would be. We have played cat and mouse before you know,” Roel explains as he knots the belt to the pool door securing it tightly so Shane can’t escape. Shane struggles and tries to knee Roel in his bulging white undershorts but misses.

Roel seems to sigh in pity at Shane’s attempt and moves back to kick him hard between the legs, his bare foot slamming home. Shane let’s out a gasp, and he crumples against the door dropping to his knees gaging but the belt keeps his hands securely in place and stopping him from grabbing his balls.

“Now stay there, I have to get your brother.” Roel grins, enjoying Shane’s distress as his mouth opens in horror and he pants in agony from his brother’s kick to the nads.

Roel turns back to the pool but Jacoby has dived under the water and seems to be nowhere in sight.

Roel slowly walks around the pool, wondering where he might have gotten off to when a hand comes out of the pool and grabs his ankle and tugs him hard. Roel’s arms spin and he is pulled into the water and sucks down pool water as a hand grabs his balls.

In shock Roel opens his eyes, gaging on the chlorine water and sees Jacoby holding tight to his nuts one in each hand and squeezing hard. Jacoby somehow found a snorkel and breathing easy underneath the surface, unlike Roel who moves to the surface coughing and spluttering.

Jacoby yanks him back down by the ball cords, and Roel goes under again barely able to get a breath of air.

The two brothers battle for a while like this until Roel loses steam and breath and starts to slump pitilessly against the slide of the pool calling for mercy.

Jacoby pops up and blubbers into the snorkel. “You give up?”

“Yes. Fuck!”

Roel’s chest heaves he can barely breathe and still Jacoby crushes his nuts, not giving in once.

“Then you better heed my demands least favorite brother or else I might never let go.”

Roel nods his head. “Whatever you want!” Roel’s eyes bug out, and he sneers, and moans holding tight to the wall gasping from lack of air and pain in his manly ballbag that Jacoby has done everything he could to rearrange and still digs his fingers into and the nails that he never clips properly penetrate deep into Roel’s hefty scrotum painfully.

Jacoby smiles and dives back under the water tugging Roel’s body with him.

A few moments later Jacoby lets him up again and Roel gags and spits out a mouth full of pool water, coughing and spluttering his eyes red from the chlorine.

“First I need ice cream. You better pack that freezer before you leave for February vacation and every time you come home you better have bags full of the stuff. Understand?” Jacoby says and he pinches Roel’s nuts hard for added emphasis which is different then the nut claw he has been applying and Roel shakes his head trying not to scream and feels sick to his stomach at the new form of attack.

“Secondly, you leave Shane and I alone from now on or else I will get you like this again, even if I have to sneak into your bedroom at night when you are sleeping, trust me I will get you.”

Roel fixes him with a look, and from where Shane is on his knees he can tell that Jacoby has scared him.

“Do we have a deal?” Jacoby asks.

Roel nods his head, “Yes.”

Jacoby grins and plunges the two beneath the surface again. Roel lets out a “Stop!”

His brother already underwater does not hear him.

Shane recovering a bit, starts to struggle to free himself, finding it hard in his position to get off his knees, or to untie the belt from his wrists.

“Damn Roel,” Shane says to himself as Roel breaks the surface gaging again, and looking green in the face.

Jacoby crawls over his brother’s head but makes sure that his small package slaps Roel in his good eye, “Opps! My bad.” Jacoby grins.

Chuckling Jacoby moves over to his brother and sighs, “Tied up again?”

Shane cracks a smile, “Shut up.”

“I wasted a good ice cream for you and look at me! I have none left to clean off later!” Jacoby says holding out his arms in emphasis pointing down to his dripping wet body and he appears to be chocolate free, which is not a state that Shane usually sees him in.

“No more in your underwear?” Shane asks, his smile growing.

Jacoby tilts his head and lowers his underwear so that his tiny cocklet and balls are visible and poking out from his body. Jacoby unnecessarily pulls his scrotum and dick up in an effort to prove to Shane that nothing is ‘hidden’ underneath while he raises up one eyebrow. “You see any, Shane? Satisfied? I got nothing left!”

Shane splutters and laughs, “Put that thing away.”

Jacoby does a moment later but not before Shane takes another good look, and a thoughtful expression darkens his eyes. ‘Was Roel right? Jacoby’s equipment is about the size of mine…maybe even a little bit bigger.’ Shane thinks and plans on investigating this later as Jacoby steps up with a snap of underwear which clings to his ding dong, and nuggets easily making visible that he has not been cut as his dick pokes straight up.

A few moments later, Shane is freed and he runs his hands over his wrists, as Roel climbs out of the pool and lays on the side groaning his hands tucked inside of his shorts.

Shane thinks about going over there, and kicking some ass like his little brother but his nuts ache, and he just wants to go home.

“Chase!” Shane says suddenly and his little brother follows him into the locker room.

Shane runs up to Chase on the floor who has not moved an inch.

“Think he is okay?” Jacoby asks.

“I…I think so, I’m going to get the first aid kit,” Shane explains before rushing over to the office, and keying in a code before heading inside.

“No need for that!” Jacoby says and he leans down spotting the chocolatey trail he left earlier and takes Chase’s dick halfway down his throat and slurps eagerly, sucking the chocolatey goodness off his Chase’s limp member which grows rapidly in his warm mouth.

“Mmmm,” Jacoby mumbles contentedly takes Chase all the way down to the hilt and Chase’s blue eyes pop open as he moans.

“Whhaaa…huh?”

A small pop is heard as Jacoby comes off his now rigid dick which stands impressively straight up like a flagpole.

“He’s awake now!” Jacoby yells over his shoulder as he stares thoughtfully down at a missed a spot and leans down and licks Chase’s tummy right above his pubes and slurps another chocolate trail.

“Wha…what happened? And…why are you licking me?”

“That should be obvious!” Jacoby says in a huff, chocolate coloring his bottom lip.

“He’s weird,” Shane explains plops down right next to Chase and starts to wrap his knee in gauze and winces as he spots the bruise on his head. “You’ll need some ice there, and that bruise along your abs will take a bit to heal. You should not do any exercise for the next few days, alright?”

Chase looks at him perplex, “When did you become a doctor?”

“I’m trained in first aid and CPR…I thought all captains were aware of that particular requirement?” Shane says.

Chase looks sheepish, “I’ll put in on my to do list…”

“You better!”

“That mean you will still be my co-captain?”

“Is that what Roel was going to make you do?” Jacoby says disgusted. “Such a dickwad.”

“I like you,” Chase says, with a grin.

“That’s cause I had your cock in my mouth.”

“Jacoby!” Shane says utterly mortified.

“I’m not trained in CPR. Or first aid. But putting his big schlong in my mouth sure did the trick!” Jacoby says with a grin before he adds “Do all you swimmer parade around naked?” Jacoby asks poking Chase’s fat cock and Chase hurriedly covers himself going a bit red in the face.

“A little late for modesty now, huh?” Jacoby says cracking another toothy smile. “I’ll be waiting in your car,” he says moving to Chase’s locker and grabbing the keys off a hook and licking the remainder of the cream of his pop from his bottom lip.

“Hey!” Chase yells.

Jacoby ignores him and walks out of the Boy’s locker room, his middle finger clearly displayed as he leaves.

“He’s something else,” Chase says shaking his head.

“Yeah…he is. I swear that somewhere else is outer space.”

The two are silent for a moment before Shane says rather awkwardly “He is right though…I don’t mind guys being naked in the locker room. I’m…Chase… I’m gay.” Shane holds his breath waiting for his response, and Chase smiles up at him pats him on the cheek.

“I know that Shane, I’ve known for quite a while. I’m not straight myself anymore. There is this guy…”

“Not me.” Shane states, making sure that it comes across that it’s not a question.

“No,” Chase says sheepishly. “But you will find someone…”

Shane waves it away, “It’s fine.” Shane’s cheeks begin to burn and he looks away finished the wrap around Chase’s other knee and hands him some ice to put on his temple.

“I didn’t mean to lead you on earlier that was not nice of me. I usually always fuck everything up, I’m good at that.”

Shane says nothing, his face hot.

Chase stays quiet too.

Shane breaks the awkwardness “Can you still drive me and my brother home?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay,” Shane stands up and heads to the door and Chase stands up too closing the medical kit.

“Whoever he is, he won’t know what hit him when he finds out you like him.”

Chase opens his mouth to say something but he can’t find the words fast enough to respond, as Shane turns and heads out. The door to Boy’s locker room closing behind him with a quiet click.

The car ride to Shane and Jacoby’s home is a quiet one for the two swimmers, but Jacoby is standing up in the backseat and singing out the moon roof at the top of his lungs, his hands gripping the top of the car as his hair flies around his face and Shane has his head in his hands in embarrassment.

When they pull up to their house, Shane moves to thank Chase, but Jacoby gets there first.

“That was so cool! You better let me drive this when I am 16!”

“I’m 15,” Chase says one eyebrow raised.

“Impressive, I like a bad boy,” Jacoby says fishing in his pocket and popping out a chocolate lollipop.

Shane laughs now, “Where have you been hiding that one?”

“Found it in Chase’s glove box along with these!” Jacoby holds out a bag of candy clearly from last Halloween judging from the orange bag and the words BOO written across.

“I was saving those!” Chase says reaching for it.

“Finders keepers!” Jacoby says and ducks out of the way and runs up the driveway, turning back once to stick out his tongue at Chase as he does so.

Shane open his door, but turns back to look at Chase one last time.

“Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow after school in the pool?” Shane asks, running a hand through his still damp hair and feeling it fall across his brow.

“You bet co-captain, good night.” Chase says, giving him a small wave as he peels away.

Shane waves his hand and turns to walk up his driveway, when he hears Chase’s car reverse and pull back up alongside the curb.

“One more thing…I picked you to kiss because…well,” Chase turns slightly red as he admits, “You kind of remind me of him, and I thought that you would be a good kisser.” Chase smiles sheepishly and adds “And I was right.”

Shane smiles now, and he blushes and turns slightly away. “Thanks, you were pretty good too.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told.”

Shane rolls his eyes, but his smile remains. “Let me know if you need to test anything else for that special guy…I would’nt want you to mess up on him.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Chase says grinning and he takes off again, going way over the speed limit.

Shane is opening the front door, not sure how he even got there as he touches his lips remembering Chase and how he had kissed him earlier just as Roel’s car comes to the sidewalk and idles by the curb.

Taking a deep breath Shane looks into the darkened car’s window and he sees Roel starring straight at him, both hands clutching the wheel.

“Come on Shane, get in here! I’m going to kick your butt in Fortnite!”

Shane turns back towards the house and says, “I’m coming!”

Roel climbs out of the car and slowly crosses the lawn, and Shane is happy to see that he is limping with effort, and he tries not to smile.

Standing his ground he waits for Roel by the front door which he still holds open until his brother pauses at the bottom of the steps, the darkening night sky casting deep shadows on his face.

Roel looks up meeting Shane’s gaze, “Holding the door open for me?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Roel smirks and climbs the stairs one hand holding the railing hard, the other his leg.

“Quite a limp you got there.”

“I’ll manage.”

The two brothers are standing side-by-side now, and Shane’s heart quickens in his chest, waiting for what comes next.

Roel’s eyes narrow and he sets his jaw showing a bit of teeth as his words come out clipped and full of anger, looking down at his brother.

“You won this round little brother, but I am going to win the war.”

Shane tries not to gulp as his hand trembles holding the door knob, but Roel sees it and continues with “Next time, Jacoby won’t save you.” Roel’s right hand reaches up between Shane’s thighs and instinctively Shane’s nuts shrivel to try to escape.

“Sure about that?” Jacoby says from the doorway behind them, and Shane turns back wondering how in the hell did he hear him. Roel freezes in mid reach his fingers mere inches from Shane’s goody bag. “Because it’s nearing bedtime bro…aren’t you gettin’ kinda sleepy?” Jacoby says, faking a yawn and stretching his arms overhead, as a sly grin spreads across his face. “I might have to check in on you, and make sure that the bed bugs don’t bite.” Jacoby snaps his teeth at the end of sentence and puts his lollipop in his mouth and crunches the candy coating shell for added emphasis. Jacoby raise’s up one eyebrow and holds out a controller for Shane. “You wouldn’t want your nads to look like this, would you?” Jacoby pops the stick from his mouth and everyone sees a brown mush of what used to be a rounded lolly. “Let’s go play Shane.”

Shane turns back to look at Roel, but his older brother swallows hard and takes a step backwards.

“You ending your vacation early?” Jacoby says stepping forward, tilting his head to the side.

“I…” Roel says his voice cracking a little. “Just remembered a paper that I need to finish at school. I’ll send a text to Mom and Dad. Later dweebs!” Roel turns on his heel and stumbles away back to his car.

Jacoby rushes to the door and yells, “Don’t forget our deal, you better be going to the store and packing that freezer before you go!”

Roel turns back and glares up at Jacoby and he pulls out the stick again and frowns at it and everyone sees that the white empty stick. “My jaws are pretty tough, I’ve got a wicked overbite the doc says.”

“I…” Roel says and shakes his head. “I’ll leave it by the back door, I need groceries for my apartment anyways.”

Jacoby says nothing more as Roel turns away, tail between his legs.

“Jacoby?” Shane says turning back to his younger brother, clearly impressed.

“You coming or what?”

Grinning Shane closes the door and pushes past him. “In your dreams you beat me. Wait until you see the latest skin that I got last night, when you went to bed!”

“Don’t matter what skin your skinny ass wears, I will still kick your ass!”

The two brothers bicker, as Shane and Jacoby plop on the couch flicking the start button and waiting for the game to load.

Roel’s car starts up a moment later, and Shane turns his head watching him drive away and not feeling a bit sorry to be seeing him leave.

Shane turns back to look at Jacoby, his brothers eyes alight with the colorful screen in front of the two of them and he smiles at Jacoby’s wide spread legs and slowly inches his foot down between his brother’s thighs and taps his brothers lump lightly.

Jacoby turns to look at his brother with a questioning look.

“Who knew that you had the biggest cojones in the family?” Shane asks.

Jacoby grins and pushes his pelvis firmly against the bottom of Shane’s bare foot. “I knew that already, I guess it just took you awhile. Now are we going to play Fortnite or are you going to play with my dick instead?”

Shane goes red in the face and pulls his foot away.

Jacoby laughs, “Easy bro, no harm no foul. I love your gay ass.”

“You…know?” Shane asks.

Jacoby smirks, “Kind of obvious.”

Shane groans.

The pair laughs, and Jacoby gets up from his seated position and crawls up into Shane’s lap and stares into his eyes and says, “I may not be queer, but for you if you get the needs or whatever I can provide a distraction…if you know what I mean.”

Jacoby wiggles his eyebrows and pumps his hips into Shane’s and Shane lets out a small moan.

“Now Shane, what are we going to play? Fortnite or…?”

 

End?