Fandom: The Brothers Grimm
Rating: R
Pairings: Jake/Will
Warnings: Incest (not graphic), angst, slight sap/fluff
Summary/Notes: This takes place a few months before the movie begins.
The boys have stopped at an inn for a little r&r before their next big job.
While Will goes for the girls, Jake is left alone with his thoughts which begin
to worry him in more ways than one.
Disclaimers: Do not own the characters. Just wish Heath and Matt would
become my personal slaves that's all. *g*
He refused to leave his perch by the window, willingly suffering the goading
and jeer from Wilhelm as he walked away with yet another pair of women draped
on each arm.
“Remember the beans, Jake!” The blond called over his shoulder with a quick but
cruel smile on his lips. And as always, Jacob Grimm would feel his insides
curdle with a cold and sickening sensation. It was a mixture of intense guilt
and misery that would never leave him for as long as he lived.
If only…
Yes, if only. If only he didn’t have his head stuck in the clouds so much, Will
would say to Jacob scathingly. If only he could learn to differentiate fact
from fiction. If only he could stop wishing that his life was a fairytale and
that he would wake up in a world filled with riches and peace – a world with no
deaths or poverty, deceits or lies. But no, Jacob had been forced to face
life’s cruel and harsh realities over and over again. For no matter how much he
tried to move on, he would always be reminded of the terrible blunder he had
committed as a child.
Magic doesn’t exist…
Remember the beans that caused her death.
He groaned and closed his eyes before staggering to his feet to light up the
oil lamp in the corner of the room. The loud music below coupled with the loud,
raucous laughter and stomping feet from its patrons, was a painful reminder of
just what kind of life they led now. They had become the infamous Grimm
Brothers, moving from town to town with their ‘amazing’ abilities to vanquish
the forces of evil. He would have laughed if it wasn’t so painfully ironic to
him. They weren’t special by any means. They were liars and con-artists, using
cheap magic tricks and actors (and terrible ones at that) to deceive innocent
villagers who were genuinely terrified of such supernatural things. Each day
they tricked yet another village or rather ‘rescued’ them, Jacob felt himself
sinking further into the dark abyss he had created in his mind.
He peeled out of his clothes slowly and changed into his sleepwear. As he sat
before the oil lamp, pen poised over his book to record the events of the day,
he idly wondered when Will would return from his soiree with the girls. He had
long given up count of how many women his kid brother had wooed throughout
their journeys, but Jacob knew that each time he had to witness such acts, it
felt as if a sword was being pierced right through his heart.
He couldn’t, for the life of him, understand this strange emotion. He cared for
his brother, there was no doubt about that but yet he knew it was terribly
wrong to feel this strongly for one’s sibling. And yet he was powerless
to stop the dull pangs of jealousy that seared down his spine each time Will
smiled at a member of the opposite sex or worse, touched her in his presence.
Once, he had been forced to listen to Will’s low moans of passion with his
partner while sharing yet another room in yet another nameless town. Jacob
would have insisted on being in another room by himself, but Will was always
thinking about costs and didn’t really see a need to get an extra one when both
of them could very well share.
But how about my feelings? Jacob would wail inside while squeezing his
eyes shut and forcing his thighs to remain closed as their moans would become
louder and louder until they cried out with completion. In misery, Jacob would
discover that he had stained his pants with his semen, unable to do much but
wait for their steady breathing of slumber in order to change his clothes.
When morning came, he would have a hard time meeting Will’s eyes, thinking that
perhaps his younger brother had caught him in the act of relieving himself. But
no, each time Will would carry on like he always did. Oblivious to his
brother’s suffering while coming up with more conniving ideas for their next
‘job’.
Jacob sighed and lay on the uneven and rather pathetic excuse for a bed. It was
more of a cot really with old and quite stiff calico cloth strewn all over it.
There was a musty and yet wet smell – thanks to the rain – which filled his
nostrils as he tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. He took off
his glasses and closed his eyes to wait, knowing that Will would eventually
come back. No matter how long it took...
“Jake…Jake!”
“Hu…huh?” he blinked slowly, reaching up to wipe his eyes while wondering why
he was being woken up so soon. It took him a second to realize that his cheeks
were wet and to understand the cause for it. Feeling his cheeks grow hot in
embarrassment, he tried to sit up and found himself staring into Will’s pale
but concerned features hovering above him.
“Will…” he began thickly.
“You were crying in your sleep,” Will replied softly. “You terrified me to be
sure. Having another nightmare again, were you?”
“Ah…yes…and…I’m…sorry…”
He lowered his head unable to look into those blue eyes. The noise below no
longer existed as everyone had finally turned in for the night. Jacob turned
his head a little to glance towards the better bed and found that it was…empty?
He rubbed his eyes again to be sure, quite certain that a woman or two would be
lying in there. But to his immense surprise, it was still as empty as ever.
“You could have come to the bed you know,” Will mumbled, looking a bit
uncomfortable as if wondering why he was even suggesting such a thing.
“I thought you would have a woman with you tonight.”
“Not in this town,” came the curt reply as the blond shrugged. “Now come on.
You’ll catch a cold in this position.”
Trying not to smile in pleasure at the unexpected invitation, Jacob rose to his
feet – almost stumbling in his haste – to follow Will. He watched his brother
slip beneath the single sheet and make room for him. Swallowing tightly, Jacob
slid into the bed as well and turned to his side, staring resolutely at several
clothes hung across a chair even though his heartbeat had quickened considerably.
“Goodnight, Jake,” Will mumbled.
“G…goodnight, Will,” came the stuttered and slightly breathless reply.
Get a hold of yourself. It’s not like you haven’t slept with him before.
You’ve both done that a lot in the past…
Just not recently…
But try as hard as he might, Jacob could not get himself to relax. Every
movement from Will beside him was pure torture and yet a lesson in patience.
Oh, how he would have loved to wrap his arms around his stubborn blond brother
– to hold him tight and to promise to never act so helpless and weak around
him.
But you could you know…when he falls asleep, you just hold him that’s all.
That’s what brothers do anyway.
But just as he was getting used to the idea of touching Will, he found himself
sucking in a harsh breath of surprise as he felt Will’s arms around his waist!
He could feel his brother’s warm breath against the nape of his neck and Jacob
shivered in response as he struggled not to squirm in the unexpected embrace.
“Jake…don’t leave me…”
He stiffened at the whispered plea, his eyes widening in disbelief at what he
had just heard. Certain that he had been hearing things, he felt the arms
tighten around his waist and Will’s thick whisper again.
“Please don’t…it’s so dark…cold…don’t leave me…I need you…Jake…”
Slowly, being careful not to wake the other up, Jacob turned around to face
Will’s peaceful and yet slightly troubled repose. It was clear that his brother
was still asleep but there was a light sheen of sweat on his features and faint
lines of concentration on his brow. Feeling his heart slamming harder and
faster against his chest, Jacob lifted a trembling hard to brush the youthful
features slowly, his fingertips tracing every outline of Will’s visage as if
hoping to memorize them.
He reveled in the warmth their bodies created as he moved closer still until
finally nothing separated them but a soft whisper of air between their lips.
“Oh, Will,” he muttered softly, as his fingertips caressed the moist and
slightly parted lips. “If only…if only you’d believe in me…”
With his cheeks and indeed every pore on his body flaring with heat, Jacob
covered the distance between their lips with a tender kiss – a feather of a
kiss – but yet enough to have him trembling in excitement and yet fear of what
he was doing. He waited with abated breath for Will to wake up, to push him off
the bed or worse, deal him a crushing blow but his younger brother was dead to
the world and Jacob was glad to see that the faint lines of worry were slowly
disappearing from his brow.
Feeling more daring, he kissed Will again, this time allowing his lips to
linger against the warmth of his brother’s. He felt his stomach give a nervous
lurch and his body shiver with delight as Will subconsciously accepted the
pressure on his mouth. Jacob whimpered softly at the response, knowing that if
they didn’t stop this soon, they would never forgive themselves for what was
bound to happen.
But it was sweet. Oh-so very sweet to taste Will like this. There was the
lingering taste of ale on his brother’s lips and Jacob was content to drink
from it for as long as he could. He pulled away again slowly, eyeing the now
slightly swollen lips with a hunger that would have frightened Will if he was
wide awake.
I’ve got to stop…I can’t do this anymore…
He shook his head slowly and tried to pull away from Will’s embrace, feeling a
ridiculous sting of tears in his eyes at how unfair this all was. Carefully, he
removed Will’s arms from his waist and rose, on unsteady legs, to his feet. For
a long moment, he watched his brother sleep until the dull ache within his
pants reminded him of just why he had left in the first place. With a soft
sigh, full of regret and longing, he made his way back to cot and tried to make
himself as comfortable as possible, refusing to touch himself as he thought of
the most horrid things possible to kill his erection.
Sleep finally came in the wee hours of the morning and as the cold morning
breeze drifted into the room from the windows, Jacob Grimm closed his eyes and
allowed himself to dream of a world where fairytales did come true and an
undying love for his brother would be considered the most beautiful thing in
the world.
~The End~