Title: Roman's Customizing 8 Fandom: Brotherly Love Pairing: Matt Roman/Joe Roman Warnings: incest Disclaimer: Brotherly Love is owned and copyrighted by Witt-Thomas Productions, Warner Bros and Disney.
Joe grew more sullen as the evening wore on. Jim tried everything from getting him drunk to flirting openly, but his best friend's mind seemed otherwise occupied. The music thumped on as young toned bodies gyrated to its hypnotic rhythm.
"You wanna leave," Jim screamed in the sulking brunette's ear.
Joe nodded silently.
"You're thinking about him aren't you?"
"What are you talking about?" It was Joe's turn to yell in his friend's ear.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Jim leaned in closer, yelling over the din of the music. "You have a thing for your brother..."
"Half-brother," Joe interrupted.
"Half-brother," Jim smirked, one blonde eyebrow raised. "You're worried about him and my brother being alone."
"I thought we were leaving," Joe said, grabbing his jacket and desperately trying to avoid any further interrogation from the budding attorney.
Jim grabbed his jacket and practically had to knock people down to catch up with his friend. Once outside he grabbed Joe by the arm and spun him around. Chocolates eyes looked up at him in anger.
"Joe, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I was hoping this weekend would be like old times. I don't understand why you bothered to come."
Joe shook his head trying to find the answer to that question himself. He knew he was in love with Matt, so why had he been drawn back to his old flame.
"Joe, I'm not asking to pick up where we left off. I just wanted to see you, to have a little fun this weekend."
"I did too," Joe finally spoke. "It's just that I never imagined that maybe Matt would want the same things I wanted. The way he looks at your brother..."
"Joe," Jim said, stepping closer to the muscular Italian and placing a hand on his cheek, "this doesn't have to be complicated. I want you tonight. David wants Matt. Why can't we just enjoy ourselves this weekend without any strings attached?"
"Jim I can't..."
Before he could finish his mouth was engulfed in his friend's. "Yes you can."
Matt lay in the guest room staring at the clock. It was 3:00am and Jim and Joe hadn't returned. After several advances from David, Matt had managed to have enough will power to turn the older boy down. He was grateful the older teen hadn't pressed the issue because Matt knew in a battle of strength; the other boy would have won. Besides, Matt feared if David had been more persistent, he would have caved in to that delicious well hewn body and the rest of the older boy's charms. Thankfully David left after a few soft kisses to the younger boy's mouth and a standing invitation to his room, should Matt change his mind.
Matt felt his groin tighten at the thought. He needed Joe home now. What if Jim and Joe were out doing what he and David weren't? It wasn't fair. Why was Joe allowed to have a good time and he wasn't. He tossed and turned on his bed debating whether being faithful to Joe had been such a good idea. He must have drifted off to sleep because it was after 4:00am when Joe stumbled into the room, kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed. He reeked of alcohol and sex. Matt was fuming. He lay there pinned under one of Joe's massive biceps. After a considerable length of time, he extracted himself from his lover and stormed out the room. He stood in the darkened living area trying to get his bearings. Just where was David's room anyway. He certainly couldn't charge upstairs and burst into every room. He collapsed on the oversized couch and leaned his head back, shutting his eyes tight.
This wasn't how the weekend was supposed to go, he thought. He and Joe were supposed to make love and spend night wrapped in each other's arms...all night. No sneaking back to his room in the middle of the night. No waking alone. No chance of anyone barging in and catching you. Matt rested his head on the armrest as tears spilled from his eyes. The faint sound of someone calling his name drew him out of the fog that had taken him. His head was resting on something much firmer and warmer than the leather sofa.
"Hey Matt, did you lose your way to my room?"
Matt slowly peeled his eyes open to confirm he was resting against the white cotton clad chest of David. He raised his head and saw emerald eyes smiling down at him. A groan from down the hall barely registered as Matt tried to figure out how he ended up nestled between the boxer briefed thighs of their host's brother. It wasn't until Joe cried out his name that Matt came fully to his senses.
"What is this Mattie...what is this?"
"Joe," David began, "I can explain."
"Shut up. No one is talking to you."
Matt struggled to his feet leaving David wincing in pain as he used his hand for support against his balls to push himself up and out of the older boy's lap.
"You have no right to question me," Matt yelled. "You're the one who came home drunk, reeking of sex and you have the nerve to question me?"
David breathed threw the pain and struggled to his feet stepping between the two brothers.
"I think we should all calm down and talk this over quietly over coffee."
"Stay out of this," the two Romans sang out in unison.
David threw his hands up in surrender and retreated up the stairs towards his room.
"What's going on," Jim asked as he was knocked off balance by a fleeing David.
"A lover's quarrel from what I can gather," he said hastily and continued his retreat.
"Did you fuck him," Joe demanded, pulling his younger brother by the arm.
Without thinking, Matt brought his free hand up and slapped Joe across the face, temporarily stunning him. Joe released the boy rubbing his face in silence as Matt ran down the hall to their shared room.
"Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?" Jim exclaimed from the top of the steps.
Joe looked up at his friend, his eyes a mixture of hurt and confusion.
"This weekend was a mistake. I'm sorry. We're going to go."
With that Joe turned and headed down the hall leaving Jim speechless as he watched his friend disappear.
As they dressed and packed, neither Roman spoke to the other. Joe grabbed the bags as Matt followed behind his head bowed in shame, not wanting to meet the eyes of their hosts after the spectacle they put on earlier.
"Joe, Matt, you don't have to go. Let's sit down and talk this over."
Matt stood silently staring into the plush carpet on the floor. He heard Joe answer his friend in hushed tones.
"I'm sorry about all this Jim. I think it best we leave."
"Are you two leaving," a voice spoke from the top of the stairs. The tall brunette climbed slowly down the steps to stand among the group
Joe looked back and forth from David to Matt. "I think it's for the best," he said tersely.
"Did you have sex with Jim?" Matt blurted out, a solitary tear streaming down his face.
Joe looked up at Jim at a loss. Something had happened. He woke up with his pants sticky, but he had been so drunk, he wasn't sure how far he'd gone.
"David," Jim said to his younger brother, "put on some coffee."
The muscular youth moved silently past the group and into the kitchen.
"Let's have a seat and discuss this whole thing rationally."
Joe nodded letting the bags fall in a heap right where he stood and trudged over to the dining table. Matt stood still, unable to move. He wasn't sure he wanted the answer to his question. He just wanted to be home and safe. He wanted the last day to just disappear.
"Matt?" Jim prompted, pulling a chair out for the young brunette.
Matt moved slowly forward and took the seat opposite Joe at the table. Jim sat between them. The three sat in silence as they waited for David to return with coffee. He soon returned with a tray of coffee, sugar and milk and cookies. He sat the tray carefully in the middle of the table and retreated back to the kitchen for cups and spoons. He eyed the group warily before he left to retrieve the other items. Once he returned and was seated, Jim began.
"Now let's see if we can sort this whole mess out."