Nothing could get Brian bored more easily than cleaning the house. he had found many ways of procrestinating from eating something, to walking the dog, to playing video games. the pile of laundry that needed to be folded was still sitting in a basket on the floor next to him when he leaned back against the comfortable armchair and yawned.
Mia was at a baby group and Brian had taken a few days off due to the massive headache he was still nursing thanks to his drunk brother.
Tired he scratched his nuts and pressed pause on 'Grand Theft Auto', which he liked to play just for the irony of it.

Jack threw another glance over his shoulder at his parked Evo, his steps toward the front door of the fort slowing down while he contemplated on whether he should actually be going here. Things between him and Brian still weren't all that smooth since his.. outburst, but with him quiting his job at the garage, he had far too much free time on his hands for even his taste and he'd be lying if he didn't see the irony in that. Who knew he would ever say that with him rather being lazy than tired.

With a mumbled 'fuck it', he finally closed the last distance, reluctantly knocking on the door. If Brian still held some grudge toward him after his apology, he would find out soon enough. Right now, he just needed to get out and do something, anything that was better than staring at the wall. Even if it meant being confronted with his, to put it lightly, asshole behavior toward his brother. Again.

Just when Brian was about to fall asleep over his housework a knock on the door made him listen up.
Turning his head he wondered who it might be.
It didn't hurt to find out. Drousily he made his way to the door just to find his brother in front of it.
"Hey, Jack. What's up? Did you come to fold my laundry for me...awesome idea!" He laughed and held the door open before he went back into the living room and picked up one of the controllers from the wooden floor.
"What brings you here?"

Jack relaxed almost visibly when Brian answered the door in a, thank god, good mood, the greeting even putting a smirk on his face as he followed his brother inside.

"Just because you're turning in to housewife of the year, doesn't mean I'll let you drag me down with you, princess." He grinned. Brian and household chores, it never ceased to amaze him how much Mia had his brother under her thumb and he could only hope he would never turn out like this with Faye. Though said hope was probably futile considering how much she had already changed him, mostly for the better he guessed.

"Kinda bored as hell lately. Thought I'd show my good side." He mumbled with a shrug, his eyes catching the controller in Brian's hand and he couldn't help but raise an amused eyebrow. "Call that folding laundry?"

In replyto Jack's 'show my good side' Brian ran a hand over his nose. "You have a good side as well?" He nudged him and handed him a controller as well.
"it's virtual house work." The pile of clothes sat behind him completely untouched.
"Ah, screw it. i hate house work. Since when have I grown a pony tail and put an apron on? Beer?"
Even if jack was bored it still must have taken him some getting over himself to knock on Brian's door out of all.
"How's.." He was going to ks Faye but vaguely remembered that the whole show at the garage had been about her so he continued..."your ribchage?"

Jack took the controller, giving a half assed smirk at the dig toward his sometimes considerably lacking behavior. He knew damn well he deserved it and worse.

With his eyes shifting toward the seemingly untouched pile of laundry for a moment, he shrugged at the beer offer. Not like Mia was going to have his ass when she came home and Brian hadn't done anything yet. Or at least he hoped. "Sure, why the hell not."

Sinking down on the couch, his attention shot back up to his brother. The hesitation in his question was more than apparent and he could only guess what he had really wanted to ask.

"Ribcage is fine. How's the head?" He mumbled, the tone of his voice giving away a small hint of inappropriate and misplaced rivalry. A fight was a fight, but in the end, he hadn't played completely fair.

Brian flicked through the options of the game a little absentmindedly before he got up to go and grab the beers.
"The heads no worse than before...just the memory is a little on the shitty side." he commented hinting that he had no clue what had actually happened, which was probably a good thing.
Leaving Jack in the living room he headed to the kitchen just to come back with two cold ones a moment later.
"There you go."
Brian sat back down on the floor and grabbed the controller.
"Although I'm not entirely sure whether you or Tyler and sleep deprevation are worse...so you're bored, huh? I know a job that could get rid of that boredom instantly." He teased.
For a moment he looked at jack from the side wondering whether he was okay: out of a job, girlfriend trouble, anger outbursts...who knew what else.
"You okay, bro?"

Jack only made a mocking sound at the teasing before lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a drink from the cold brew. As much as he hated to admit it, and thus never would, working at the garage had given him at least some purpose. Didn't mean he'd go begging to get it back though. Not yet anyway.

Furrowing his brow at Brian's next question, he didn't bother taking his eyes off of the tv screen. Not that he was actually looking at what was on it, but he didn't want to be answering too many questions about the past few shitty days.

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?" He mumbled with a shrug, taking another sip of his beer before he motioned toward the controller in his brother's hand. "You gonna play or what?"

His finger on the x brian pressed down and looked at the screen.
"Okay, no talk then. I should know that by now, right?"
The screen came to life with the sound blasting from the speakers set up around the room.
With his teeth he unscrewed the bottle top and took a quick drink.
he couldn't help but inspect Jack from the side. brian was too curious to just let it go. He really needed to know what was going on with faye. The last bit he remembered was something about pictures.

Jack rolled his eyes when he felt his brother's eyes practically burning a hole in him, pausing the game yet again with his own controller while he finally turned his head to look at Brian. He knew his brother well enough to know that despite his 'no talk' policy, Brian would start his prying questions again sooner or later anyway. Might as well get it out of the way now than, right?

"Alright, bro. Get it out of your system, go Dr. Phil on me if you must, but please just stop staring at me."

Brian felt caught and started grinning like a fool.
"Why, you're such a handsome fella." He kept staring purposely to jank jack's chain a bit.
After 15 awkward seconds had passed he push start again and said.
"Well, the only thing i still know is that you had some issues with photos and proceeded to beat the crap out of a car and then your beloved brother...at least that's what leon says. That makes me think you have some problems, plus you're bored and came to me, you're out of a job, no income...should I go on or do you just want to knock my nose in again?"

Jack's jaws tensed as more and more of his own mishaps spilled out of Brian's mouth, yet the added question at the end put a not so amused smirk on his face. Right now his brother really was gunning for something more than just that facial expression if he kept going.

"Wouldn't tempt me too much on that one, bro." He grumbled as he turned his attention away from that fucking stare and back on the tv. "Faye got some pictures of me and.. some chick, making things look different than they were. She pulled her conclusions from them and left my sorry ass, ok? That's it." He made it sound as if it was nothing special, but his actions told the quite opposite. None of it had been 'nothing special'.

That shut Brian up. Not only had Jack apparently fucked up big time but also had Faye left him. It was obvious how much his brother cared for the girl. She was the first and probably only one to manage to hold on to him.
Absentmindedly Brian pushed the buttons on the controller playing the porbably worst game of his life.
"I'm sorry. I know she really meant a lot to you....what happened with that chick?" It really didn't make sense to him and even though he liked his face the way it was he had to dig deeper.

Jack let out a sigh, tossing the controller next to him on the couch. The way this round of twenty questions was going he wasn't going to be able to concentrate on playing much anyway, let alone be good at it. Stupid him for even opening his mouth.

"I don't know, man. She kissed me, alright?" He made sure he put enough emphasis on who did what to whom, knowing he hadn't always been the most loyal guy in previous relationships. Normally he would have enjoyed fooling around with any random knock-out in a bar, but now that he was with Faye, everything was different and he simply couldn't and didn't want to do it anymore no matter how tempting it had been this time.

The slight annoyance in Jack#s voice was hard to miss. Brian knew he walking on thin ice.
Knowing his brother he was aware that a) he was a trouble magnet, b) he was a chick magnet and c) he had a reputation of sticking his tounge into random cute chick's throats.
"I don't know, man. maybe you knocked me on my head a little to hard. I don't get it. Why...I mean...how...?"
A quick gulp of his beer didn't help to make him understand. he felt pity for the guy but at the same time wanted to kick his ass again- for being such a dumb ass.

"You want to know how she kissed me?"

There was no amusement written on his features, no hint that he was only playing around when Jack slowly brought his face closer to Brian's, moving far beyond the boundaries of a simple invasion of personal space. It was meant to yank that chain like he always did if given the chance, but after his eyes wondered down to his brother's mouth, their lips already so uncomfortably close, even almost touching, it strangely no longer felt like the simple joke he was going for. Instead, the 'joke' was soon replaced with an urge, a yearning that he most definitely shouldn't have, pushing him to act on something that couldn't possibly be anything close to...

Burning tension grew with each and every second until he finally allowed himself to crumble under it and give in to that self inflicted pressure. He just had to do it, simply had to know. His hands grabbed a hold of Brian's shirt, much like he had done that fucked up morning at the garage, yet this time his actions were fueled by other intentions rather than bashing his brother's face in. This time it was about nothing else but 'brotherly love'. Or so he told himself.

With a small, yet forceful yank at the fabric in his hands, his lips finally connected with Brian's, his tongue already seeking entrance before he could even be rejected by his brother. He didn't bother to stop and think about what the hell was wrong with him for even doing this to his brother. Or with? Not while he found himself so utterly enjoying the taste of his own fucking flesh and blood, or the twisted arousal it seemed to bring him under the hungrily growing intensity of his kiss, up until the point where an unintended soft moan betrayed his pleasure in his own actions. Had he just lost his mind?

Brian should have seen this one coming or maybe not. He had expected Jack to make some stupid remark but this was simply incredible. When his brother leaned forward he could have bet he would lick his nose or slap his cheek but his soft lips on his own were so unexpected he simply froze. Disbeleive written all over his face he drew back slightly to look in jack's face. He fully expected a big grin but instead found an expression of satisfaction.
Brian squinted his eyes. The kiss absolutely threw him off. Never ever had he expected his brother to kiss him...not like that and what was weirder never ever had he expected to actually get an arousal out of it. He felt a tingling all the way to his fingertips. The unknow pleasure of the forbidden.
Without further hesitation he mirror Jack's behaviour, reached behind his head, drew him closer and ran his wet tounge across his lips. Sucking sofly on it he couldn't help but smile and close his eyes.

Whatever Jack had expected to receive for his strange and bold move never came. Not a punch, no yelling, not even as much as the smallest attempt to even end the kiss. Instead it became Brian who drew him closer, continuing what he had started, fueling his need and want for that fucking amazing taste even more. And he wanted more...

Every and any inhibition he could or even should possibly have, disappeared completely as if they were snow to the sun right then and there, his body already moving on it's own accord as he backed his brother down in to a lying position. Wasting no breath on any words, afraid that they might break the moment and make either one or maybe even the both of them realize what he was actually doing, his hands slid under the fabric of his brother's shirt, fingers skimming shamelessly over skin that covered a body much less feminine than they were used to, one that was much more like his own. A fucking guy. His sibling.

Still, no matter how crazy the situation was turning out, he couldn't help but become more and more engulfed by an animalistic greed for a man he called his brother. The fact that is was his brother he was lusting after so vigorously and so completely out of nowhere or even out of place, should have made him stop, should make him pull back with sheer revulsion, yet he only found himself taking more and more inappropriate liberties instead when his hand trailed downward, making short work of the button and zipper of Brian's pants. His breath became all the more labored under the anticipation until his fingers finally groped over the still by boxers clothed family jewels of his brother. Even now, he still didn't allow it to kick in how utterly fucked up his actions were becoming..



(PS and OOC...-Dies-)

The absolutely unthinkable was happening. Not in a million years had he ever imagined that this would ever happen. It was too unthinkable, too taboo, too crazy, too strange, yet it was also a huge turn-on and whatever trick jack was trying to play on him, Brian sure had his fun.

While his back hit the hardwood floors when Jack pushed him over his hand was already reaching for his butt, groping it forcefully.
With his other hand in the younger ones hair he pulled him down and pushed his head towards his pants.
A shiver of lust ran through his body ending at his groin. The forbidden fruit sure tasted sweet.

(OOC: Not dying but udderly embarrassed!)

Any rational thought Jack may or may not have had at any point flew out the window the moment he felt his brother's member harden under his hand and it was then that he allowed his touch down there to become more confident if not more forceful, fueled by an unmatched carnal lust. He wanted satiation, though not for himself, but for his brother. He'd been selfish enough already when it came to brotherhood these past couple of days, or maybe even years.

There was no resistance coming from him, not like there should have been when his brother began urging him downward, his hand already moving the last piece of clothing that stood between him and what he was after. Before long, his fingers were teasingly scraping over the sensitive skin beneath him, his breath flowing out unevenly when his own body met another surge of desire under the visual stimuli.

When he finally bent down in intent to let his mouth claim what he so craved, he moved without hesitation or reluctance. He was more than willing to indulge his brother with what he so obviously yet unexpectedly wanted, more than willing to engulf him with pleasure and to taste him...