One Night At The Inn Part 3
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Title: One Night At The Inn Part 3 - The Village
Pairing: Will/Jake
Summary: Jake and Will spend a night together in a cold Inn. This leads to consequences...
Warnings: Grimmcest, m/m situations etc...
Rating: R for the whole story
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters etc...
Feedback: Always appreciated :)
Jake waited for Will that night in another old, dusty Inn room, his knees drawn up to his chest as he constantly glanced at the door, heart in his mouth. He had no idea what time it was but he knew it had been a long day and he had barely been able to keep on his feet after that lengthy, time-consuming stagecoach ride. The driver hadn’t been particularly nice to them - usually they at least guided them to where they were meeting the villagers in need of their help - yet this time, he had shoved them into the muddy, run down town and told them to find their own way while he took care of some business. This hadn’t been a great situation to be in but Will, ever the charmer, had smiled at a few women bustling by and asked them to show them to the man who wanted their aid. Luckily, the village had been quite small and everyone seemed to know each other so they had been glad to help, giggling and batting their eyelids at Will along the way.
Jake had tried not to be jealous - and he knew he really shouldn’t have been - yet as they clung on to his older brother’s arms, his stomach had clenched a little. It wasn’t that they hardly ever came to him - he had got over that ages ago - but something else. Memories of him and Will making love the night before kept creeping into his mind and though it made shudders run down his spine at the sensations he had put on him, it also caused him to feel envy - an emotion that he was sure he shouldn’t be feeling for his brother, certainly not in sexual terms. Still, also luckily, Will didn’t appear to be too interested in the girls, which was a first for him. He laughed with them sweetly and stayed by their sides, always having treated women well even if he did seem to always pull a different one up to bed with him each night, yet when they reached the building they were due to meet this man in, he let them go and turned his eyes to Jake, flashing him a dazzling smile. Jake thought he felt his heart skip a beat.
And all through the discussion with this distressed gentleman, his thoughts were elsewhere, still drifting to Will every time he tried to stop them and conjuring up images he knew he shouldn’t have been imagining - or fantasising, as he seemed to be doing - about. His stomach had flipped over when his brother’s hand had appeared on his shoulder and when he had bent down to whisper something about money in his ear, his eyes had very near rolled back, intoxicating by his scent. He had barely been able to string a response back yet Will didn’t seem to be too bothered by his clumsiness that day. It made a nice change really.
Ever since they were younger, him and Will had always been close, having been left out alone to the world straight after their sister - and then their mother - had died. They had never known their father and this had made life difficult for the young family, certainly when little Lotte had passed yet they had tried to soldier on, surviving on barely any food but somehow striving to get through. It had proved especially hard for Jake when Will had begun to blame him for Lotte’s death, saying he could have got medicine instead of those silly magic beans, and for a while, Jake had hardly looked his brother in the eye, feeling guilty day and night. Often he had cried into his pillow, not getting a minute of sleep, yet then Will gradually started to come round, cuddling up to him in his restless nights and finally apologising. Jake had forgiven him, loving his brother very dearly, and just in time too.
For, a few months later, their Mother had died too and having no family living nearby to live with, they had been given to the harsh world, lonely and lost. Luckily though, even back then, Will had been bold and brave and somehow, they had got through, mainly on his doings. They had spent nights at Inns, the owners taking pity on them in every town, and eventually, they got small jobs in the marketplace, small but at least they were paid. Not much, admittedly, yet enough to get them a better life than what they had previously had.
And then, somewhere down the line, Will had come up with the idea of conning people into money. Jake hadn’t been very sure, even though he was desperate to become better off, yet somehow, Will had managed to convince him, probably because he linked it to some of Jake’s interests - magic and enchantment and fairy tales. Jake had loved them just as much back then, from a very young age, and had been writing about them for years and years, unable to get enough. Sometimes he got the impression that it annoyed Will yet he wasn’t going to stop. He loved it too much.
Jake couldn’t really remember how long him and Will had been dealing in this business for, but as of yet, nobody had found out about them. That was a good thing - a very good thing in fact - because otherwise, they would have had severe punishments for fraud and trickery and Jake knew that would be horrific. He certainly didn’t want his or Will’s lives to end like that.
So for that reason (and others) it was a dodgy business but Jake trusted Will. He didn’t think he could ever stop trusting him. They had been through all of their lives together, looking after one another (although Will was the one doing most of that) and he couldn’t ever turn his back on him. He did truly love him. No wonder it had felt so good doing what they had done the night before.
Jake wondered if they were going to do the same that night. After talking to the scared man about his problems in the village, they had set up the ‘traps’ in an old mill house somewhere and with the help of their two acting friends - Hidlick and Bunst, they had apparently caught a naughty spirit and captured her soul. The man had seemed to believe them and had run back to the village, cheering and laughing.
Their work was done.
Upon travelling back to the town, Will had appeared a little more hostile than usual, looking like he was deep in thought and Jake had been worried. He had tried to wrap an arm around him and although Will sank into him, he had been more hesitant than before. Jake hadn’t attempted to ask what was wrong - in occasions like these, Will wouldn’t often speak, lost in his thoughts. It wasn’t often than it happened - not as much as when it happened to Jake anyway - yet when it did, Jake didn’t like it one bit.
Still, when they reached the village again, he seemed to cheer up a little. It was still the afternoon and they were free for the rest of the day, able to do whatever they wanted. Jake would have very much have liked to spend his time with Will, making sure he was alright, but as soon as they set foot outside the houses, the man who had previously been shuddering about ghosts and spirits leapt back out at them and the whole of the town seemed to be behind him. A large party was held because of their aid and at first, both brothers were very surprised and bewildered, having never had this reception before. But soon, they got into the swing of things and when drink and younger girls came over, Will become even more interested, his eyes lighting up.
For the second time that day, Jake tried not to be jealous so with his heart beating just a little faster, he forced himself to walk away from Will, allow him to do what he wanted to do. It wasn’t like this was anything different. Will always got attention from girls. He’d just have to pretend nothing had happened between them the night before. Though that was easier said than done.
Still, he sat with Hidlick and Bunst, attempting to keep his eyes off his older brother, and drank - but not enough to get completely drunk. He hated himself when he got drunk. Will had often told him that he really hard to control and although Jake could never remember anything the next morning, he always had a huge headache, throbbing in his temples. That was a good enough reason not to drink too much that day. And not to mention what he could do to Will if he lost control over himself.
It was hard stopping his mind thinking about things like that, increasingly as he continued to watch Will dancing with all the women (even though he was desperately trying not to) but after a while, there came a much needed distraction. As the afternoon began to turn into evening, the man who had initially sent for them came up to him and said that somebody wanted to talk to them. Jake had wondered if there was anyone left in the village who hadn’t talked to them yet that day but he nodded anyway, signalling for Will to come over. Will complied, dropping a disappointed girl’s hand with an apology, and perched down on the edge of the table Jake was sitting at. The temptation to place a hand on his thigh was almost too much.
But he resisted and when the man returned to them, he had a woman by his side. Will’s eyes shone again and Jake was quite surprised. The people that had come to see them so far were mostly men and the only girls that had wanted to talk to them had either been very young and brought along by their Fathers or around their age yet very giggly. This woman looked entirely different from both. She looked strong and brave, but beautiful at the same time.
The man introduced her as Angelika, the woodsman’s daughter, and after a while, he left them alone to talk in the corner of the room. Unlike some of the other girls, she wasn’t shy and it soon became apparent that she was the one running the conversation, asking the questions but still seeming to be the person doing the most explaining. For a few minutes, they talked about the job the brother’s had done in the town yet the discussion kept straying back to magic and enchantment and before long, Jake was showing her his journal of tales, hearing Will sigh beside him but not paying any attention.
Also unlike some of the other people that the brothers had talked with throughout their lives this time was the fact that she genuinely seemed interested. Jake told her a lot of things about what he did and even though they had only known each other for about an hour, at the end of their conversation, he let her take the book, though she promised she’d give it back by the end of the party.
As Jake sat up in the room though later on, he realised that she still had it. It was no use going to find her now however - it was too late and anyway, he didn’t know where she lived. He’d just have to wait until the morning. She’d have probably realised by then too.
Sighing, Jake leant back into the bed and wondered where Will was. He had retired up to the room long before he knew his older brother would and he placed his bets that he would still be downstairs with the women, drinking and teasing them. It was almost humorous really. Jake had lost count how many girls he had flirted with, and/or taken to bed. Hopefully though, he wouldn’t bring any up tonight. Jake didn’t fancy listening to them while he was still reeling from the previous evening with Will.
But then...did that mean that he had just been making love with him because there were no women the night before? Jake had been mulling over this question all day and he prayed it wasn’t correct yet it seemed possible. He knew Will wasn’t quite that horrid - or, at least, he thought he wasn’t - but it still haunted him. He desperately hoped it wasn’t the case. What they had done had felt amazing.
Yet then, suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening and Jake was dragged from his thoughts, glancing up. His heart skipped as he saw Will standing there, his eyes hooded and blonde curls back lit by the soft candle glow. He couldn’t help thinking how handsome his brother was.
‘’ Will...’’ he began but Will cut him off, smirking playfully.
‘’ Jacob Grimm...’’ he purred and Jake realised his heart starting to beat faster. ‘’ I missed you...’’
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