Five Times Bobby Showed Jack He Loved Him (Despite the Wisecracks) - Bobby/Jack (Four Brothers)
Title: Five Times Bobby Showed Jack He Loved Him (Despite the Wisecracks)
Fandom: Four Brothers
Characters: Bobby/Jack
Word Count: 1,801
Rating/Warnings: R, non-biological brothercest
Notes: I doubt anyone even knows what the hell movie this is, but in case you're interested, you find more about it here, and Bobby is played by Mark Wahlberg and Jack is played by Garrett Hedlund. Here are a few more of the brothers. Major spoilers for the movie. This is basically written for my sister, who made me watch the movie in the first place. :-* Concrit, as always, is loved and snuggled and kept in a special place in my heart.
1. When Jack first comes to the Mercer household, he’s underfed and under-loved and over-punished. Evelyn talks to the social worker for a long time, their voices hushed and somber, and when they’re done, she gathers her other boys and tells them in very simple terms that Jack is going to need more of her attention than her other big, strong boys had needed when they had come, and he’s going to need his brothers to look after him for a while.
Jeremiah hates the new kid for a while, hates that Evelyn reads to him three times a day and makes his favorite foods even if the other boys don’t like it and holds him all night long if he cries (and he always does).
But Evelyn has to go away one weekend, some class she has attend to be able to stay their Mama, and she has one of the neighbor ladies stay with the boys. The neighbor lady is old, with a hearing aid, which means the boys can get away with almost anything, but it also means that when Jack starts whimpering, starts yelling no and stop and please, there’s no one there.
Except Bobby, because his room is right next door and he can’t not hear him. So even though he’s a teenager now and he’s got a car and he’s got a date and he drinks and smokes, he creeps into Jack’s room and gruffly pulls him into his arms, holding him until the small body stops shaking so hard he’s rattling the walls and keeps holding on until the sun creeps in the window and Jack finally drifts off. And then he keeps holding on.
2. Bobby dropped out of school a long time ago, before you were legally supposed to be able to, before the truant officers would call it a lost cause and stop harassing you. But they never harassed him anyway, this fifteen-year-old kid who could light up a smoke and make it look like a threat.
But he still visits the high school occasionally, first for Jeremiah but never for Angel and now for Jack. His youngest brother keeps coming home with bruised eyes and bloodied lips and torn shirts, and he never says anything about it, just goes up to his room and starts practicing his guitar, but it’s getting old. Ma can only buy so many new shirts before she’s dipping into the electric bill, and Bobby can only hear Jack crying himself to sleep so many times before he’s fed up.
Jack does his best to keep Bobby from following him, making cracks about Bobby being his little lamb, and Bobby cracks right back that if he’s the lamb, then Jack’s Mary, and he knew he was a girl the whole time.
They get inside and there’s already these two guys all over his little brother, shoving him and dropping elbows in his back and making kissy faces and asking if he wants to suck their dicks. It’s not funny when they say it.
Jack still hasn’t hit his growth spurt, so he’s like, five-three with boots and a buck ten soaking wet, and these guys were obviously held back a few years, so Bobby doesn’t even consider letting Jack make a stand, he just jumps in and throws a few elbows of his own, breaks a nose and makes sure these fuckheads know that if they even think about touching his little sister again, he’ll be back with a gun.
Jack begs Ma for a transfer for a month after that, but he stops coming home bruised and bloody.
3. They’re out one night, all four of them, and it’s a celebratory party but Bobby can’t really remember what they’re celebrating. His vision clears for a split second and he reads the banner over the doorway - Congratulations, Jack! - and he remembers. Jack had graduated high school that afternoon, and they’d all been there cheering him on. Jack had introduced them all to his music teacher, who said that Jack had enormous talent and really should be looking at college, and while Jack stuttered through an excuse, Bobby had taken the opportunity to ask the teacher how they could go about getting Jack’s diploma corrected. The teacher looked confused and asked what the mistake was, and Bobby said that they only call him Jack for short, his real name is Jacqueline.
Bobby’s the one buying the beer, which Jack said was the least he could do after embarrassing him in front of his favorite teacher.
Jack’s over on the floor, hands on his chest, staring at the ceiling like it holds the meaning to life. Angel took off earlier with that senorita of his, and Jeremiah’s conducting the card game in the kitchen with the few remaining party guests.
Jack stumbles up and tries to make it to the toilet, but he doesn’t quite make it and Bobby’s damn glad they’re in Jeremiah’s apartment and not his. He makes it up off the couch, though, and offers to hold Jack’s hair back, ‘cause no one’s gonna want their cock sucked by someone smelling like puke, but the crack goes unchallenged because Jack is already looking for something to wash the taste out of his mouth.
Three hours later, they’re both shitfaced and by all rights should be in an alcoholic coma, but Bobby’s damn sure not going to let Jack drink him under the table. But the beer’s gone and Jeremiah’s kicking them out, so they stumble down to the convenience store, Jack giggling into Bobby’s shoulder. The clerk won’t serve them, so they toss some ineffective epithets and head back out, and isn’t it just their luck that some naïve passerby is just heading in past them, leaving their car running in the parking lot? It’s got Nebraska plates so they figure he’s a dumb farmer and deserves to get his junky car stolen.
Jack drives just about as well as he does sober, and makes Bobby just about as nauseous with the ride, but this time he gets himself sick again too, and there’s a swerve and a skid and a scream and a sickening thud before they’re stopped.
They both stagger out and Bobby sobers up real quick when he sees the blood pooling under the front end. He shoves Jack in the other direction, growls at him to get home and stay there, and by the time the sirens sound, Bobby’s the only one there, talking to the guy under the wheel and trying to be relieved that it’s just the leg that looks mangled.
Bobby goes away for a few years, and he comes out harder and meaner and older, but he still laughs when he sees it’s Jack behind the wheel of the car taking him home.
4. If you ask him, Bobby will tell you he’s between girlfriends, even when he’s got one. He’s just perpetually between. He’s not the only Mercer boy who’s got girls to spare; Angel gets more ass than a toilet seat, and that’s something none of his brothers can figure out.
Jack has a little more trouble than the rest of them, his shaggy hair always hiding his awkward glances and nervous habits, like biting his lips or blinking too much. A few girls think he’s cute in that emo, rockstar kind of way, but Jack always gets crushes on the prom queens and the four point oh GPAs and the new librarians - in other words, the ones he’s never gonna get.
Bobby hears about the lack of girlfriend day in and day out. Day in it’s usually shooting hoops while Jack sits on the sidelines and chews his nails and asks what he’s doing wrong, and day out it’s usually Jack furiously beating off in the next room, the thin walls providing as much distance as a cotton sheet. The sound never fails to get Bobby so hard he could fucking cut diamond, but he doesn’t think much of it. It’s not weird, right? He’s a guy, so if he wasn’t already thinking about sex in some form, he’s gonna be when someone else is getting off right next to him.
For a while he waits until Jack’s asleep to jerk himself off, but after a while he loses patience and starts in about halfway through, knowing damn well Jack can hear him right back. They both come within seconds of each other, and Bobby wipes his hand and grins and says, “Night, Cracker Jack,” and Jack takes a wheezy breath and blushes so hard Bobby can feel the heat of it through the wall.
After that, it’s like synchronized masturbating, they both start and they both finish and Bobby’s pretty sure they’ve got the same rhythm down. Up, down, twist, tug, up, down…
It’s not much different when they’re in the same bed, hands on each other’s dicks, mouths messily pressed against each other. They both come a full minute early, and when they catch their breath, Bobby shifts and pulls Jack closer and whispers, “Night, Cracker Jack,” and Jack tucks his head into Bobby’s shoulder and blushes a little and says, “Night, Bobby.”
5. The panic sets in two seconds after Bobby notices Jack’s not on the couch anymore, because deep down in his gut he knows it wasn’t the Girl Scouts hawkin’ cookies at the door. That fucking idiot kid can’t listen to a goddamned word of warning, and now he’s out there with some guy in a mask and-
He sees Jack get shot, and his heart drops so fast he feels like he’s going down with it. If he can just get out there, get him back to the house, he can put his hand on him and make him stop shaking like he has every night he’s ever been in the same house with him. But there’s bullets flying everywhere, and he tries to tell himself this is about more than just Jack, this is about Ma and about Jeremiah and about living in peace, but at that moment he can’t believe anything is worth Jack getting a bullet hole in him. Jack’s screaming for him, begging him, needing him, and he’s biting his own tongue so hard he tastes blood because he can’t get out there, and it’s killing him just as fast as Jack’s bleeding out.
He finally gets out there, he finally gets the little cocksucker in his hands, and there’s blood everywhere, blood in Jack’s mouth and running down his chin and it’s the most devastating moment of Bobby’s life. But he goes, “Don't you die on me you little fairy,” because he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let his little brother die scared.
Fandom: Four Brothers
Characters: Bobby/Jack
Word Count: 1,801
Rating/Warnings: R, non-biological brothercest
Notes: I doubt anyone even knows what the hell movie this is, but in case you're interested, you find more about it here, and Bobby is played by Mark Wahlberg and Jack is played by Garrett Hedlund. Here are a few more of the brothers. Major spoilers for the movie. This is basically written for my sister, who made me watch the movie in the first place. :-* Concrit, as always, is loved and snuggled and kept in a special place in my heart.
1. When Jack first comes to the Mercer household, he’s underfed and under-loved and over-punished. Evelyn talks to the social worker for a long time, their voices hushed and somber, and when they’re done, she gathers her other boys and tells them in very simple terms that Jack is going to need more of her attention than her other big, strong boys had needed when they had come, and he’s going to need his brothers to look after him for a while.
Jeremiah hates the new kid for a while, hates that Evelyn reads to him three times a day and makes his favorite foods even if the other boys don’t like it and holds him all night long if he cries (and he always does).
But Evelyn has to go away one weekend, some class she has attend to be able to stay their Mama, and she has one of the neighbor ladies stay with the boys. The neighbor lady is old, with a hearing aid, which means the boys can get away with almost anything, but it also means that when Jack starts whimpering, starts yelling no and stop and please, there’s no one there.
Except Bobby, because his room is right next door and he can’t not hear him. So even though he’s a teenager now and he’s got a car and he’s got a date and he drinks and smokes, he creeps into Jack’s room and gruffly pulls him into his arms, holding him until the small body stops shaking so hard he’s rattling the walls and keeps holding on until the sun creeps in the window and Jack finally drifts off. And then he keeps holding on.
2. Bobby dropped out of school a long time ago, before you were legally supposed to be able to, before the truant officers would call it a lost cause and stop harassing you. But they never harassed him anyway, this fifteen-year-old kid who could light up a smoke and make it look like a threat.
But he still visits the high school occasionally, first for Jeremiah but never for Angel and now for Jack. His youngest brother keeps coming home with bruised eyes and bloodied lips and torn shirts, and he never says anything about it, just goes up to his room and starts practicing his guitar, but it’s getting old. Ma can only buy so many new shirts before she’s dipping into the electric bill, and Bobby can only hear Jack crying himself to sleep so many times before he’s fed up.
Jack does his best to keep Bobby from following him, making cracks about Bobby being his little lamb, and Bobby cracks right back that if he’s the lamb, then Jack’s Mary, and he knew he was a girl the whole time.
They get inside and there’s already these two guys all over his little brother, shoving him and dropping elbows in his back and making kissy faces and asking if he wants to suck their dicks. It’s not funny when they say it.
Jack still hasn’t hit his growth spurt, so he’s like, five-three with boots and a buck ten soaking wet, and these guys were obviously held back a few years, so Bobby doesn’t even consider letting Jack make a stand, he just jumps in and throws a few elbows of his own, breaks a nose and makes sure these fuckheads know that if they even think about touching his little sister again, he’ll be back with a gun.
Jack begs Ma for a transfer for a month after that, but he stops coming home bruised and bloody.
3. They’re out one night, all four of them, and it’s a celebratory party but Bobby can’t really remember what they’re celebrating. His vision clears for a split second and he reads the banner over the doorway - Congratulations, Jack! - and he remembers. Jack had graduated high school that afternoon, and they’d all been there cheering him on. Jack had introduced them all to his music teacher, who said that Jack had enormous talent and really should be looking at college, and while Jack stuttered through an excuse, Bobby had taken the opportunity to ask the teacher how they could go about getting Jack’s diploma corrected. The teacher looked confused and asked what the mistake was, and Bobby said that they only call him Jack for short, his real name is Jacqueline.
Bobby’s the one buying the beer, which Jack said was the least he could do after embarrassing him in front of his favorite teacher.
Jack’s over on the floor, hands on his chest, staring at the ceiling like it holds the meaning to life. Angel took off earlier with that senorita of his, and Jeremiah’s conducting the card game in the kitchen with the few remaining party guests.
Jack stumbles up and tries to make it to the toilet, but he doesn’t quite make it and Bobby’s damn glad they’re in Jeremiah’s apartment and not his. He makes it up off the couch, though, and offers to hold Jack’s hair back, ‘cause no one’s gonna want their cock sucked by someone smelling like puke, but the crack goes unchallenged because Jack is already looking for something to wash the taste out of his mouth.
Three hours later, they’re both shitfaced and by all rights should be in an alcoholic coma, but Bobby’s damn sure not going to let Jack drink him under the table. But the beer’s gone and Jeremiah’s kicking them out, so they stumble down to the convenience store, Jack giggling into Bobby’s shoulder. The clerk won’t serve them, so they toss some ineffective epithets and head back out, and isn’t it just their luck that some naïve passerby is just heading in past them, leaving their car running in the parking lot? It’s got Nebraska plates so they figure he’s a dumb farmer and deserves to get his junky car stolen.
Jack drives just about as well as he does sober, and makes Bobby just about as nauseous with the ride, but this time he gets himself sick again too, and there’s a swerve and a skid and a scream and a sickening thud before they’re stopped.
They both stagger out and Bobby sobers up real quick when he sees the blood pooling under the front end. He shoves Jack in the other direction, growls at him to get home and stay there, and by the time the sirens sound, Bobby’s the only one there, talking to the guy under the wheel and trying to be relieved that it’s just the leg that looks mangled.
Bobby goes away for a few years, and he comes out harder and meaner and older, but he still laughs when he sees it’s Jack behind the wheel of the car taking him home.
4. If you ask him, Bobby will tell you he’s between girlfriends, even when he’s got one. He’s just perpetually between. He’s not the only Mercer boy who’s got girls to spare; Angel gets more ass than a toilet seat, and that’s something none of his brothers can figure out.
Jack has a little more trouble than the rest of them, his shaggy hair always hiding his awkward glances and nervous habits, like biting his lips or blinking too much. A few girls think he’s cute in that emo, rockstar kind of way, but Jack always gets crushes on the prom queens and the four point oh GPAs and the new librarians - in other words, the ones he’s never gonna get.
Bobby hears about the lack of girlfriend day in and day out. Day in it’s usually shooting hoops while Jack sits on the sidelines and chews his nails and asks what he’s doing wrong, and day out it’s usually Jack furiously beating off in the next room, the thin walls providing as much distance as a cotton sheet. The sound never fails to get Bobby so hard he could fucking cut diamond, but he doesn’t think much of it. It’s not weird, right? He’s a guy, so if he wasn’t already thinking about sex in some form, he’s gonna be when someone else is getting off right next to him.
For a while he waits until Jack’s asleep to jerk himself off, but after a while he loses patience and starts in about halfway through, knowing damn well Jack can hear him right back. They both come within seconds of each other, and Bobby wipes his hand and grins and says, “Night, Cracker Jack,” and Jack takes a wheezy breath and blushes so hard Bobby can feel the heat of it through the wall.
After that, it’s like synchronized masturbating, they both start and they both finish and Bobby’s pretty sure they’ve got the same rhythm down. Up, down, twist, tug, up, down…
It’s not much different when they’re in the same bed, hands on each other’s dicks, mouths messily pressed against each other. They both come a full minute early, and when they catch their breath, Bobby shifts and pulls Jack closer and whispers, “Night, Cracker Jack,” and Jack tucks his head into Bobby’s shoulder and blushes a little and says, “Night, Bobby.”
5. The panic sets in two seconds after Bobby notices Jack’s not on the couch anymore, because deep down in his gut he knows it wasn’t the Girl Scouts hawkin’ cookies at the door. That fucking idiot kid can’t listen to a goddamned word of warning, and now he’s out there with some guy in a mask and-
He sees Jack get shot, and his heart drops so fast he feels like he’s going down with it. If he can just get out there, get him back to the house, he can put his hand on him and make him stop shaking like he has every night he’s ever been in the same house with him. But there’s bullets flying everywhere, and he tries to tell himself this is about more than just Jack, this is about Ma and about Jeremiah and about living in peace, but at that moment he can’t believe anything is worth Jack getting a bullet hole in him. Jack’s screaming for him, begging him, needing him, and he’s biting his own tongue so hard he tastes blood because he can’t get out there, and it’s killing him just as fast as Jack’s bleeding out.
He finally gets out there, he finally gets the little cocksucker in his hands, and there’s blood everywhere, blood in Jack’s mouth and running down his chin and it’s the most devastating moment of Bobby’s life. But he goes, “Don't you die on me you little fairy,” because he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let his little brother die scared.