We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 19:20:29</strong>
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				Brendan Gallagher stood in the heavy rain and watched how his father was buried. Aunt Mae, Mom's sister, was beside him and tears ran down her cheeks. He held the black umbrella over her, their sides pressing together and his right arm comfortingly around her shoulders. His own eyes were dry. He had accepted this a long time ago, a few months after the day Doctor Parkinson had come to the waiting room and told them that Brendan's father had brain cancer. He could remember it even now, how drab and grey everything had looked, the doctor's kind blue eyes looking away as he tried to soften the impact and the way Father's smile had disappeared and Brendan had known that from now on, nothing would ever be okay. <br><br>He was going to be alone now. Now and forever. Of course, Mae had offered to take him in, and even uncle Alfred would suffer him among his own litter of teenage children, but Brendan did not want to impose on anyone. He watched as the coffin was lowered into the open grave, and covered with brown splotchy soil. The priest, who was a far-away relative of Mother's, stood and watched as the ceremony was finished. <br><br>There would be the luncheon now, and even more people coming to shake his hand and coo over him. He could already hear their pathetic attempts of consolation in his head. But it was all done to save face, to show they were good relatives, that they showed up to the funeral of a man whom they had ignored for the last two years while he had degenerated slowly into a mere husk of what he had been before. Brendan pursed his lips together and breathed in deeply. Already some of the guests were leaving, to go back to the church. <br><br>"Will we go as well?" Mae asked, her voice hoarse. <br><br>"You go, auntie," Brendan replied softly. "I will stay here for a moment." <br><br>She nodded at him, told him he was a good boy and went to accost someone unfamiliar to Brendan, while he remained standing there. <br><br>He felt cold and empty inside, akin to a toy that been thrown away and forgotten. Left alone by all of those he had ever loved. Left only with the hands of distant people who cared about him as much as it made them look like good people. He knew they did not want him around. He was not even a good believer. Just like Dad had not been. And yet they had still ignored all of his wishes and held such a funeral for him. <br><br>He would have thrown himself to the ground and screamed up to all heavens, but there would have been no dignity in that. And dignity was something one had to have, even when...he cursed, and the tears welled up in his eyes. His shoulders shook with sobs. <br><br>**<br><br>As he watched from the distance, he could see the people gathered around the open grave. They were dressed all in black, as was customary, except for the priest. A priest for the funeral of James Gallagher, who had always been an atheist and said that there was no God and no power except for what a man took and wielded for himself. <br><br>When the coffin had been buried, the people started leaving. Only one remained behind. It seemed to be a young man, holding an umbrella...and crying. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 10:47:07</strong>
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				Jesse didn't cry. He had never been close to his father. No reason for being sentimental now. <br><br>It was leaving Brendan that had broken his heart. But he had learnt to live with pain and anguish; to safeguard his emotions in a place where they were out of touch and out of reach. And while Brendan probably had missed him for a while, he'd probably have forgotten about his big brother by now. Or maybe he hated him. In any case, it would be best if they didn't meet. Jesse didn't know why he had come here at all.<br><br>He watched the young man. He watched the way he held his shoulders. They shape of his head and his limbs. Could that be him? All grown-up?" He shifted slightly, moving around and a bit closer. He had to see Brendan; to at least take a mental snap-shot of him before he left. This could be the last chance to his little brother. Ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 13:11:59</strong>
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				Brendan straightened up eventually and wiped away his tears. He was eighteen, had turned that age just a month ago, and he was a man now. He had to be a man and fend for himself. No one else would take care of him. Not anymore. That had ended a long time ago. <br><br>He turned around and was quite surprised to see a stranger standing there. Who was it? Suddenly angry at having someone being there and witnessing his behaviour, Brendan walked towards the man.<br><br>"What do you want?" he demanded, voice almost hoarse from all the crying.<br><br>Five years ago, when Jesse had left, Brendan had been short and scrawny, with a mop of black hair and huge brown eyes. He had grown taller, though he was still not taller than his older brother. He had even filled out a bit and grown up to be a beautiful young man, with a soft face and plump girlish lips. The awkwardness had disappeared, and only anger was left. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 14:01:38</strong>
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				Jesse realized it <em>was </em> Brendan. And he thought Brendan had recognized him and asked why <em>he </em> was there. He didn't really have any business being there, having been gone for so long. He didn't <em>deserve </em> being there. And he hadn't meant for Brendan to see him.<br><br>He looked at his baby brother. While almost grown-up, he was still young. And he reminded Jesse of their mother. He was a bit more like their father, with lighter hair and a more masculine face, with a broad chin and some stubble. His eyebrows and lashes were dark like Brendan and their mother.<br><br>"I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry about everything. I'll leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 14:48:37</strong>
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				"What the hell?" Brendan asked, obviously confused. "Who the fuck are you..." he trailed off once he had taken a few proper looks at the other man. It was...oh...it was Jesse. His big brother. It really was Jesse. <br><br>"It's you." <br><br>It really was him. He was bigger and looked stronger, older and experienced, but it was still him. <br><br>Jesse, who had left Brendan behind for some dream of his, abandoned him. And now he was going to do it again?<br><br>"You're sorry. Of course. So sorry that you didn't have to sit here and watch how your father degenerates so bad he couldn't even chew his own fucking food or get to the toilet without having a goddamn seizure...and finally everyone just completely fuck him over by having this stupid little funeral..."<br><br>He trailed off again, so mad that he could not even make sense of his own words. His hands gripped the handle of the umbrella so tight that the knuckles were white and his whole body shook. He just wanted to hit him for standing there and looking so calm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 15:05:23</strong>
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				"You have every right to be upset. To be angry. I know. I... there is no excuse." Jesse looked up from his shoes, into the boy's eyes who was just a little shorter than him. "But we've all had to make sacrifices."<br><br>He couldn't help smiling a bit when he looked at the Brendan. Just seeing him provided him with a happiness that he hadn't felt in years. Even if Brendan was angry with him. Even if he hated him.<br><br>But how could he ever explain. His reason for leaving was secret. Telling Brendan would endanger him. <br><br>"Did he....say anything about me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 15:15:12</strong>
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				Brendan shut his mouth and tried not to rattle off the long list of expletives that was currently running around in his head. Father had been...in his last days he had asked for Jesse so many times, that Brendan had finally given up and lied that Jesse would be coming to see him. And he eventually did, only a week too late. <br><br>"Yeah, sure," he said finally, the words so average, but still bitter. "He asked for you every single fucking day, for the entire last month. So, what are you going to do? Leave again? Abandon me like you did before?" <br><br>His eyes pleaded for Jesse to stay and inside Brendan knew that he wanted to say the other words, wanted to cling to Jesse and never let go of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 15:24:44</strong>
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				Jesse nodded, solemnly. He listened to everything Brendan was saying. But he didn't know how to respond. "Would you like to go for a walk. It's hard...talking here." he looked at the grave. The path continued through the cemetary. It was something of a park, and quite beautiful, even if it was raining.<br><br>"Do you have any plans? You know... school... college? Things like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 15:32:32</strong>
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				"Well, fine," Brendan agreed and the two set to walk away. Maybe it would be easier. He was still angry, but not raging anymore. <br><br>He did not look at Jesse though, instead stared into the distance.<br><br>"Finished school. Would have gone to college, but the money went for father's treatments. Don't know. Most likely I'll just get out of here and get a job somewhere. If anyone wants a fuck-up like me." <br><br>He truly seemed to think that about himself. <br><br>"So. You. What have you been doing?" he asked back. He was not very sure that he was going to get an answer. Wouldn't hurt to ask, anyways. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 12:44:15</strong>
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				Jesse listened. Just hearing his brother's voice felt so nice, even if the boy was clearly angry, upset and frustrated. He had expected the question for the last minutes or so, and he had been trained to answer it a certain way. But that wouldn't do.<br><br>"This is where I'm supposed to tell you that I was in the army for a while. That I jumped ship and worked my way around south-east asia. How I got addicted to opium and spent two years in prison. And now I'm heading to south-america working on a farm. I'm supposed to tell you this for your own protection and for mine. But after six years... I don't think you deserve these lies."<br><br>"As for the truth, I'm afraid I can't give you that either. I'm doing something important. Something bigger than you and me and our...hill of beans. But if you want something substantial... believe the lie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 13:50:32</strong>
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				Brendan stopped abruptly. Well, whoever had thought that lie up must have been a complete loser, because no way in hell would Brendan ever have believed that Jesse would desert or...for fuck's sake, get addicted...damn it. He bit his lip. Well, the things he had done...he'd have to lie. Jesse would just take off again if Brendan told him what he'd been doing. But he had not been able to help it. Could he be to blame for wanting father not to have to be in pain all the time? <br><br>"So...classical movie scenario. Brother ditches brother, comes back years later, all done up and special in some secret service he can't make a peep about," he said, trying to make it funny. It quickly came to him that it was not funny at all, and the whole situation was sad, stupid and even ridiculous.<br><br>"I missed you, you idiot," he whispered, then closed the umbrella and threw his arms around Jesse, face buried against the older man's chest. "Missed you so much, you stupid fucker." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 14:20:13</strong>
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				Jesse was a bit surprised, but he smiled and wrapped his arms around his little brother. "If you had any idea how much I missed you too. He held him close and patted him on the back several times.<br><br>He looked at the boy again, somehow proud of the man he was becoming. He seemed strong in spite of what he said and what he had been through. Or maybe because of it.<br><br>"Would you like to go somewhere. We could get a cup of coffee or something. I have a little time..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 14:52:27</strong>
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				After a while Brendan let go of Jesse, looking a little embarrassed. It had felt so good, though, just to have someone hold him for a bit. <br><br>"Well, you'll have to pay then, because I don't really have any money."<br><br>He grimaced and looked away. It was just shameful...but he only had enough to barely get into a bigger city, and maybe rent a place. Of course, he would need to get a proper job too. At least he was good with a computer.<br><br>"So...you're going somewhere?" he asked, sounding a bit hopeful. Brendan did not want to be alone. He did not want for Jesse to go away, again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 15:21:30</strong>
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				Jesse led the way to a coffeshop he had seen on the way over. "Yeah, I'm heading...off again. I'll make sure to send you something once in a while. I might not be able to say much, but at least I can send you some money."<br><br>Crossing the street, he tucked the collar of his jacket up a little. "Fuck. Someone's following us. Don't turn. Just keep walking..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 15:33:36</strong>
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				"Just like that? But I don't want to be alone!" Brendan protested. <br><br>"What is it?" he asked anxiously, after hearing Jesse's last words. Who need to follow them? They were just...some people. Who'd follow them? He shivered a bit, but was obedient and kept on looking forward. He hoped that the set of his shoulders was not giving him away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:03:36</strong>
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				"Damnit. I took such precautions.... Someone must have found out about my identity and suspected I would go the funeral. Now, I've endangered you as well." He walked just a little faster. "When we round the corner, we'll run. Into the mall. We might get lost in the crowds."<br><br>Just when they had turned into the other street, Jesse grabbed Brendan's hand and dragged him along. "Run!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:31:35</strong>
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				"Holy shit," Brendan managed to get out as Jesse told him to run. And so he ran. He was not really in shape or anything, but he had always been fast.<br><br>What had Jesse got him into, the youth wondered. Sounded like it was something quite bad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:46:14</strong>
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				The two brothers ran into the mall, but their followers just rounded the corner to see them go. It was hard describing these men in much details. They had dark jeans and simple jackets, and didn't look like either thugs or agents or law enforcement.<br><br>Jesse led the way up some escalators, through some crowds. They knocked into a few people, sending their bags and stuff flying. Soon they were nearing the exit on the other side, leading to a higher street. "We need to get away... Train station."
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				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:52:02</strong>
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				"Wait...who the fuck are they?!" Brendan half-shouted, half-asked. <br><br>To the train station? Did Jesse think they could just hop on a train and get away? <br><br>"What's happening, you've got to tell me."<br><br>He sounded a bit scared now, and Jesse could also see it from his face. They ran out of the mall, right over the town square. A couple more streets, and they would be at the station. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 13:16:23</strong>
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				"Bad guys!" Jesse replied.<br><br>They ran down the street and into the big hall of the train station. "Fuck, there's at least one of them here as well. He took a quick left and headed into the men's room. There were several stalls, open at the bottom and top. "In here. Stand on the toilet."<br><br>Jesse climbed up as well, the two brothers standing close together. "Shhh...quiet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 13:54:42</strong>
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				Bad guys? Oh, gods.<br><br>Brendan scrambled along, and as they got into the toilet, he quickly climbed up on the pot. Since he had nothing else to hold on to, he held on to Jesse, and they were very close. He kept quiet, just like Jesse had told him to, but could not help shivering. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 14:37:35</strong>
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				The outer door opened and Jesse put his finger against Brendan's lips. Someone was coming. And they were moving from stall to stall, opening each door, checking them out.<br><br>Jesse stood still, almost didn't breathe. He waited. Then, when their door was tried to open, but was locked - Jesse waited a split second, turned the lock and kicked it open in the face of the person on the other side, sending him sprawling on his back. He followed through, by jumping out and stomping once on the man's head to a sickening sound.<br><br>"This is our chance! Come!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 14:40:49</strong>
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				Brendan bit into his lips to keep himself from making any noise. He had to be very-very quiet right now, or something bad would happen. He barely understood what was going on until Jesse called him again. Gingerly he got out of the stall, let out a shout of surprise as he saw the prone and now bleeding man, but followed Jesse.<br><br>They would run, but eventually they would need to hide. And then Brendan would ask questions. He needed to know why in the hell this was happening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 14:44:16</strong>
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				Jesse galnced at the train table, then headed down the stairs to the tracks. Once they reached one of the departure points he jumped down on the track and headed up for the other side, motioning for Brendan to follow. If anyone had seen them go down, they might think they were taking a different train.<br><br>Then, only a minute later, more trains started pulling into the station and the two of them got aboard one of them. "We should find someplace private to stay for a while..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 16:18:34</strong>
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				Brendan followed Jesse obediently. When they were finally on the train, the young man slumped down into his seat. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. So, here they were, him with just his clothing, his stupid borrowed umbrella, cellphone, wallet and home keys. Nothing less, nothing more. <br><br>"Well, do you have a place?" he asked. "And all my stuff's back at home..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 09:03:48</strong>
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				Jesse sat down, keeping an eye out the window and at the other passengers. "You can't go back. Not for a long time, anyway." Whispering, he put his hand on Brendan's arm. "I'm so sorry about at all this. I'll have you relocated with a new identity somewhere else, as soon as I can. But for now you're going to have to stay with me. "<br><br>"I have a place... not that far away. We should get there by tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 12:15:24</strong>
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				Brendan crossed his arms and slouched in the seat. There was a frown on his face, and a dark look in his eyes. So now...he was practically homeless and depending on Jesse's generosity. While he had never liked to doubt his brother, Jesse had just taken off like that. Without even explaining properly. Brendan would make him earn the trust back, and there it was. <br><br>"Yeah. Gathered as much. So, no stuff for me. Great," he said sarcastically, not looking at Jesse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 13:26:30</strong>
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				The train was going now and the area behind the station rolled by; where rusty old tracks lay in a complex pattern on the ground. Then they moved through tunnels and up behind fences that shielded them from the city they were trying to leave.<br><br>"Is there anything in particular you need?" Jesse asked. His tone of voice was soft and concerned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 13:34:35</strong>
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				"I want my stuff," Brendan said petulantly. "Don't want to live like a bum."<br><br>It meant - don't want to live at your sufferance. He damn well did not. Brendan had always prided himself at being independent, managing on his own. He had been working every summer to get the things he wanted, and now he was just going to have to ditch it all?<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 09:33:44</strong>
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				"Those are just things, Brendan. Fleeting things that don't really mean much. You'll get them back though. Once things have settled, we'll get them for you."<br><br>He sat back, feeling that familiar rocking and noise of the train going continiously. Was there anything more sleep inducing? But he couldn't sleep right now, he had to stay alert - even if he had been awake for... he didn't know how long.<br><br>"You know you look a lot like mom." Jesse said after a long while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 14:46:56</strong>
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				"Fine," Brendan said. He shrugged. It was a bit stupid to go off at Jesse like that. Jesse could not be blamed for Brendan not getting his stuff. Well, he could, but Brendan did not really want to. It would have been of no use. He settled into the silence and looked out of the window. <br><br>He jerked when Jesse spoke to him. <br><br>"Me? Like mom?" he asked, incredulous. "Why makes you think that?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 10:07:38</strong>
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				Jesse smiled, warmly, but a little sad too. "You have her pretty eyes, and her lips."<br><br>Brendan really was a beautiful boy, or young man as he should think of him. He felt protective of him. And now that Brendan's life was in danger, how could he keep him safe. Leaving him, meant he wasn't there to guard him. Keeping him with him, meant exposing him to the dangers he faced himself.<br><br>He sat back and looked out the window. "Try to get some sleep, if you can."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 14:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan scoffed, but could not hide his smile. <br><br>"Don't be silly," he said. "And fine, I'll try."<br><br>It did not take him long to fall asleep, considering how tired and little rested he had been during these last weeks. And that was why quite soon Jesse could feel his brother leaning on him, heavy and warm, and very much sleeping. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 10:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse closed his eyes a bit too. He was pretty sure no one had managed to follow them aboard the train. The warmth and closeness of Brendan, added to his drowsiness. But he was a light sleeper and woke up everytime people moved by or someoen talked or they neared a station.<br><br>He payed for their tickets as well and later on they had to change trains to get to where they wanted. They grabbed some burgers too and shared them in quiet booth, out of sight.<br><br>It was getting dark by the time they got to the city and they had to take the bus from the train station to Jesse's hideout. He seemed to live in an apartment in a very old house, where there was something like a freight elevator leading to Jesse's place. Jesse had to use a key to make it go there at all. "We're safe here." he said.<br><br>The apartment was large, but rather messy. Most of it was just one big room with a big bed one one side and a kitchen corner on the other. There were clothes and guns tossed around, and a few half-empty bottles of booze. In the middle of the room there was a ladder leading to a hatch in the roof.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 17:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan slept as long as he was wakened, and even then his step was slow, his eyes a bit sluggish. He was still a creature of comfort, and that first new taste of Jesse made him think it was allright, that his brother could protect him. He ate food when it was given to him, happy to get something proper to eat for once. <br><br>His demeanour changed once they got to the strange place, and he was wide-eyed and alert once they arrived at Jesse's apartment. He eyed the mess, and the guns (oh gods, guns) with large surprised eyes. <br><br>"So...nice place," he offered finally. <br><br>The rain had subsided, so he felt a bit less wet, but the clothes were still uncomfortable. Quickly he got out of the coat, and the jacket as well, leaving only the dress shirt and slacks. Brendan stuck his hands into his pockets and stood there, unwilling to go forward until allowed to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 13:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leading the way inside, Jesse dropped his coat over the back of a chair. He moved to turn on some more lights, but still kept the flat pretty dim. The windows had the blinders closed and he angled them just a little so the starry night sky was visible from within.<br><br>Along one wall there were several computers and tools and electronic gadgets, like the workshop of a computer technician or an electrician. There was a tv on another wall; a quite large flat-screen. "I'm afraid the fridge is pretty empty, but I have some canned stuff in the cabinet. Make yourself at home, I have to make a few calls." He pulled out his cell phone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 12:53:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...okay," Brendan said, still looking around, curious about this place. He moved forward now, and wandered to the kitchen corner. Like Jesse had said, there was nothing eatable in the fridge, and as for the cabinet, all he found was beans and some stuff he rather would not have eaten. <br><br>Since Jesse was occupied, Brendan now went to the couch and curled up on it. He did not even turn the TV on at once, simply sat there and wondered what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into. He could not even call Mae or anyone else to tell them that he was okay...sort of. Well, he had his big brother now, but they were...hunted? He did not understand what was going on and he really did not like it. <br><br>He stared at the silent TV blankly, brown eyes dark and confused. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 13:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse talked quietly on the phone for some time. Finally, he put it away and moved over to the couch. "I've arranged for someone to bring a message to aunty Mae. A lie, of some sort. A belieavable one."<br><br>"Is there anything you need? I'm sure you can use some of my clothes if you'd like to change. The bathroom's over there, if you want to take a shower."<br><br>He paused. "Listen, I realize that you're still in grief over father and that you're scared with this entire...situation. But at least we're together now. Maybe we'll have a nice time together."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 17:33:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan looked up as Jesse talked to him. <br><br>"Okay, that's good...I guess." <br><br>Of course, Jesse had always been more sensible than Brendan himself. Brendan's head had always been in the clouds, and it had hurt him very much once it had become clear there was no one to take care of him. <br><br>"I think I'd like a shower, yes," he answered and got up. <br><br>"Well, it's completely fucked. Some people are after you for some reason and it's all a bit crazy, but...I don't know. We'll have to manage somehow," he spoke quietly. "Can I have a hug?" Brendan asked after a brief silence. Jesse had felt so nice and solid and strong, while Brendan himself felt so loose and ethereal as if the next wind could blow him away. He needed to get grounded somehow. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 10:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse nodded. "Sure, little brother."<br><br>He stepped close to Brendan and put his arms around him. He could feel the boy's forehead against his shoulder and his ear against his neck. "I'm glad I met you today. I don't havy anyone in my life. No friends, no family. Just the job. He kept holding Brendan close. His warmth was pleasant and his vulnerabilty so touching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 12:12:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks," Brendan said quietly. <br><br>They stood like that for about five minutes before Brendan got a bit too hot and a bit too uncomfortable. He drew away, confused as to why he would feel strange hugging his own brother.<br><br>"I'll grab that shower now, okay?" <br><br>He smiled and then headed to the shower. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 12:38:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure." Jesse said. "I'll find you something to wear."<br><br>He moved over to get himself a drink from one of the bottles on the counter. He didn't drink much, but thought he needed one now. He was tense and needed to relax.<br><br>Jesse found some boxers and a t-shirt from his closet, that he was sure would fit Brendan fine. He also got him some socks and a pair of pants, but he might not need those until the morning. As for the morning, Jesse didn't really have a plan - didn't know what to do, where to begin.<br><br>He moved over to the bathroom, listening to the shower running through the door. "You okay in there?" He asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 15:35:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah," Brendan replied from the shower. He had been rather distracted, trying not to cry as he washed himself. It felt weird, though. Just this morning he had been burying his father and now he was here with Jesse of all people. "Coming," he said, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall. He wrapped a towel around himself after drying a bit and came out. <br><br>He almost bumped into Jesse, but then stopped and looked apologetic. "Sorry, didn't mean to run you over. Oh, good, clothes." He got rid of the towel and got dressed instead.<br><br>"I think I am going to crash in your bed, okay? Should be big enough for both of us."<br><br>And then he got under the covers, curled up and peeked at Jesse with tired brown eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 12:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure. You should get some rest." He had turned half away while Brendan had changed. They were both guys and they were brothers, so there was really no reason to be shy; but he convinced himself that it was to respect Brendan's privacy. <br><br>"I'll come to bed in just a little while."<br><br>Jesse stood by the window watching the city, thinking. He wandered what the future had in store. After a while he removed his shirt, socks and trousers, standing in just his boxers. He was well-built, but had a few scars on his chest and back. They looked like both knife- and bullet wounds.<br><br>He then made his way to the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 16:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dead tired, little me," Brendan replied with a ghost of a smile. He was not supposed to look, but he looked at Jesse anyways when the other man got undressed. Oh gods...he had not been kidding. Those looked like they had been painful to receive. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. <br><br>He was tired, yet unable to fall asleep. It was such a crazy combination and it frustrated him quite a bit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 13:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse returned with a towel around his waist. He dimmed the lights down low and moved to the other side of the bed, quietly if Brendan was asleep, but according to his breathing probably wasn't. He picked up his gun from the shelf nearby, and pushed it under his pillow, after having checked the clip. Then he dropped the towel and climbed naked into the bed and under the covers. "Are you asleep, kiddo?" He whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 14:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Brendan replied. He turned to look at Jesse, his brother barely visible.&nbsp; "Still awake. Cold."<br><br>He pursed his lips, then thought about whether he should ask. But then again, he was cold. He shifted closer to Jesse, tentatively brushing a hand under his brother's blanket. <br><br>"Can I..." He leaned over and whispered it into Jesse's ear, as if it made it easier to say like this. "Can I...you know...sleep close to you? Like we used to do."<br><br>He sounded afraid, and he was a bit, because he did not want to impose and be a bother, but he felt lonely and the moments shared between them had made him painfully aware of the fact that he needed more comfort. Wanted it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 14:21:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse nodded. He had promised himself to take care of his little brother, if it meant keeping him warm and safe during the night as well. "Sure, bro. Come here." He pulled the boy close and wrapped his blanket over the both of them. His arm lay over Brendan's shoulder, his hand reaching up to stroke the back of his head. <br><br>Jesse thought of how long it had been since he had been this close to anyone. He couldn't really remember. Several months. And it hadn't been something out of love, just lust. Now it was the opposite. Brotherly love, not lust. Wasn't it?<br><br>He closed his eyes but was still wide awake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 14:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan snuggled as close as he could, resting his head on Jesse's chest. He snaked one of his arms around the older man's waist and smiled. This felt much better. <br><br>"You're naked, silly," he said, and let out a giggle. "Mm..." he let out as his head was stroked. Felt good. He shifted a bit, so that they were fully against each other. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 14:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse opened one eye and looked down at Brendan. He smiled, finding Brendan adorably cute when he giggled. "Yeah... you would too if you lived alone for a few years."<br><br>He realized how close they were now, and Brendan noting his nakedness made Jesse feel a little akward about it. Nonetheless, he could feel himself reacting physically as well; that familiar feeling of blood flowing into his shaft to manifest an erection. But he was old enough to keep it from happening, for now, by simple reasoning.<br><br><em>Don't kid yourself, body. That warm other body is your brother. And he is probably not into other boys. And he is your brother. And did I mention he is your brother? Now go to sleep.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 14:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of," Brendan said. "You were just a skeleton, when you went." Yeah. Jesse was big and strong, just like he wanted to be. "Well, I am still me." He sounded a bit disappointed at himself. He was. He also wanted to be like Jesse was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 15:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What? Yeah, but I think you might have grown some muscle since before..." he found Brendan's arm and felt his biceps. "Oh...I guess not." <br><br>He giggled and started tickling, Brendan - obviously picking a playfight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 16:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you're going to pay for that," Brendan said mock-seriously, before he started tickling Jesse back. In their childhood, it had usually ended with Jesse winning, since Brendan was much more ticklish, but this time he planned not to lose. So he ran his hands down his brother's side and then poked him in the ribs, and proceeded to tickle all hell out of him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 09:48:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse laughed and squirmed, fighting to get Brendan's hands off him; although not too hard. "You should...be careful..." He said, laughing. "I know martial arts." He tried holding Brendan's hands and tickle him back, or get up on his knees. When wrestling it was always better to be on top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 14:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooh, I am so terrified," Brendan mocked him back. "So scared of your super awesome kung fu skills." <br><br>He laughed himself, squirming like a worm against Jesse, trying to pull his hands out of his brother's grasp. His face was flushed and his body against Jesse's was quite hot. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 14:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Damn...you're such a snake." Jesse struggled to hold Brendan. His blanket was long gone and he was wrestling naked. He finally mustered some more strength and pushed Brendan's hands above his head, holding them there with both of his own. He lay on top of his younger brother, using his weight to push the younger man's hips and legs down. "Ah....now you're at my mercy!"<br><br>"Hmmm...too bad both my hands are required to hold yours, or I'd give you the tickling you deserve. I have 6 years of bigbrotherly tickling to catch up on.." Their faces were quite close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 15:18:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan giggled, and tried to wrestle Jesse off, but Jesse was stronger and so he was trapped. He did not particularly mind, though he did buck his hips upwards. He could feel Jesse's hot breath against his lips, and for a moment his face turned serious.<br><br>"Well, you have me now," he said. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 15:29:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse found himself getting hard. For a long moment he was mesmerized by Brendan's beautiful eyes and pretty face. He wanted to let go of his hands and roll off his little brother, before he noticed, but he couldn't make himself. Instead he grew fully erect against him, still looking into his eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry..." he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 15:38:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan stared back, a bit confused. Then he felt something grow hard against him, and in a moment he realized that it was Jesse. It was Jesse and he was hard...why? Only now Brendan noticed just how extremely close they were.<br><br>"Jesse, what is it?" he asked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 15:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I don't think my body knows you're...my brother. It's used to reacting like this...when I'm this close to another man. Even if..it's not very often. And last time was...I don't remember how long ago." He remained on top of his brother. "Please, don't be mad at me, or hate me or think I'm some kind of pervert."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 15:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okaaay," Brendan drawled. He did not look disgusted or anything. So his brother was gay. He was not so sheltered that he did not know what that meant. It was just strange. He thought gay people were...girly looking and girly acting. <br><br>"I don't hate you, Jesse. You're my brother and I love you." <br><br>Only after the words had left his mouth did he realize how awkward all of it was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 12:29:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse smiled and started climbing off his little brother. "I love you too, buddy. And I'm glad you're not upset. It won't happen again."<br><br>He lay on his tummy, partially covering his bare butt with the blanket, his hardness pressed into the mattrass. Resting on his elbows he looked at Brendan. "I'm really not used to having such a cute guy in my bed. I think at least we're going to have to stay off the naked wrestling thing for a while." While embarassed he was obviously quite at ease with his sexuality.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan snorted. Cute guy? Yeah, sure. <br><br>He pulled himself to sit and continued to look at Jesse. <br><br>"You're naked," he said, with a raised eyebrow. "I am very much dressed compared to you." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to put on some boxers and a t-shirt?" The muscles on his arms bulged when he shifted to embrace the pillow underneath his head. "Or if you want to get undressed, that's totally fine with me. I won't make a move at you or anything like that." He closed his eyes for a few seconds, but opened them again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, just be like you are. I was not making a hint or anything," Brendan replied. He stared forward, trying not to show the flush that had appeared on his face. The way Jesse looked like that, stretched out like somekind of a model, was quite...um, impressive. Sheesh...was he getting thoughts about his brother? Nah. Of course not, it was just envy speaking.<br><br>"Nope, I won't. Too flabby, that is me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 10:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Flabby? Oh, I don't think so. But I'll get you in shape soon enough." Jesse grinned, as if he knew something Brendan didn't. "Anyway, if you do want to hang around the house in the nude, I won't mind. It'll just be the two of us here. I never have any visitors."<br><br>He rested his head on the pillow, facing Brendan.<br><br>"So uhm... ever had any girlfriends or boyfriends to speak of?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 13:46:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan felt he was getting a bit hot, so he actually took his shirt off. But then he pulled the sheet up to cover himself, so it did not really count as baring.<br><br>"Um...not really," he said. <br><br>True, he was not a virgin anymore, but he had been drunk and she had been wanting and so they'd done it somewhere...in a bathroom stall at a club, or something like that. He stared at his hands, and felt a bit ashamed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 10:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see. Me neither really. There's just been..you know...one-night stands here and there. And there was my mission... but that can wait until tomorrow. I'll tell you everything tomorrow." <br><br>He turned halway over on his side, facing Brendan, resting his head on his hand. His erect cock was partially exposed; quite long and thick with bulging veins running along the length. <br><br>"I'm glad we're here together."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 15:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will hold you to that," Brendan said, face serious. And he would. He needed to know, just to stop flailing around like a kid who had just been thrown into water for the first time in his life. In a way, he had been. He looked at Jesse, first in his brother's eyes, then downwards. Oh good lord. He figured that Jesse almost must have seen the way his eyes had widened in surprise.<br><br>"Why in the hell did you go into military? You'd most likely have gotten more money doing porn," he said with a slightly disbelieving voice, then blushed red all over, grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it. As if that would hide him. Gah...he had never put his foot in his mouth like that, he had always managed to be snappy, but now Jesse just made him unable to even think properly. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 19:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse pulled the blanket somewhat over his erection, but he did a half-assed job and it slid right off again. "Don't be embarassed, you can ask me anything. And I'll take that as a compliment to my...size rather than my acting abilities."<br><br>He grinned. "Actually, I was never in the army. I wanted to go there, to get away from everything. There was this boy at high school. I was in love. We were in love. My heart was broken in a million pieces. I don't know if you've ever had one of those teenage crushes. The emotions are so powerful...."<br><br>"Anyway, I wanted to go into the army. They did some tests and there were interviews. Slowly, I was recruited to military intelligence. They needed someone young, for a special mission. I was 17 back then, but could probably pass as a couple of years younger."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 19:32:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh good gods. <br><br>Brendan was still embarrassed, though he now dared to peek out from under the pillow. He and a crush? He did not think so. But he damn well knew what he had felt once Jesse had gone away. Broken, alone, abandoned...hopeless. Worthless. He knew. Only that he had felt it towards his brother.<br><br>Did that make him gay or something? Or was it normal? He did not know. <br><br>Brendan shivered. He felt sad and angry at the same time. Felt like he wanted someone to hold him, but right now...to ask for it would have been too weird. His face was still buried in the pillow, and after a while Jesse could hear sniffles. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 12:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Buddy? Are you crying?" Jesse leaned closer, whispering. His hand was on his little brother's bare back, comforting him. "That's okay. You can cry if you want to. You've been through a lot. Hell, you just buried our father today." Jesse kissed Brendan's shoulder. "Everything's going to be okay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 18:47:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan thought it was fairly obvious that he was crying. He sniffled some more, but he leaned into the wonderful touch and sighed softly. <br><br>It was all right, yes. It was all right to cry now. He shivered as he felt Jesse's lips on his skin, almost burning, but then took the pillow away and looked at his brother with eyes full of tears.<br><br>"Just hold me, please?" he whispered, hoarsely. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 13:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, Brendan. I'll hold you for as long as you want to."<br><br>He put his arms around his younger brother and pulled him close, holding him against his own chest and stroking his head and neck and back.<br><br>He wanted to protect and care for the boy. He felt sorry for what he had been through, but he felt confident that things would be all right, once he had time to sort through his grief.<br><br>On the other hand, Jesse felt ashamed for being attracted to Brendan. The boy was looking to him for comfort and he had gone getting aroused. But he was sure it would pass. He hoped it would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 13:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks," Brendan whispered and snuggled closer. He was quiet then, just concentrating on the feeling of Jesse around him. It felt good and safe. He had honestly missed it for quite a long time. But now Jesse was here and took care of him. After a while Brendan started feeling hot, but it was a nice feeling. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 14:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse let his hands run down Brendan's back, all the way to the edge of his boxers; which were really Jesse's boxers that Brendan had borrowed from him. He kissed his forehead again, then his temple and his cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 15:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan sighed softly. <br><br>The kisses made him feel funny, even hotter, especially on the inside. He rubbed Jesse's skin tentatively, wondering if Jesse liked that. Oh gods. It was so totally weird, to be in one bed with your naked big brother and well...touching him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 15:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse kissed Brendan's lips. It was just a quick peck, but he wished it could have lasted for minutes. He was obviously still aroused and had to shift a little to get his massive erection in a more comfortable position. "You really are beautiful..." he whispered. "I'm surprised someone hasn't snatched you up and ran away with you a long time ago."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 16:10:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did he just imagine that or Jesse truly kissed him? The touch of their lips sent a roaring fire through the young man. <br><br>"I...well...don't want anybody," he admitted honestly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 11:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's okay, buddy. That's okay." he held Brendan close, kissing his forehead again and stroking his back. He figured if he held Brendan like this for a while, maybe the boy would get some sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 15:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just you," Brendan added then, unaware of the innuendo. He snuggled even closer and smiled, his lips moving against Jesse's skin. <br><br>He loved his brother so much. He had loved mother and father too, but he and Jesse, they were special.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 12:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jess continued to cuddle Brendan, holding him close. He spread soft little kisses over his shoulder and forehead and cheek - and finally another soft peck on his lips. The next one was longer. And the third the longest. It was a kiss of romantic or passionate love; not platonic affection.<br><br>The fourth kiss was interrupted by Jess himself. "I'm sorry...I've gone to far. I don't know what's gotten into me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan did not mind the little kisses that were laid on his skin, in fact, in his current state he liked it. He did not even protest when their lips touched together. It was such an innocent kiss, compared to the ones he had gotten from girls...but then he found himself reacting in a very obvious way and flushed red.<br><br>He had not even had the time to enjoy it...<br><br>He looked at Jesse with confusion and surprise in his eyes, then asked quietly: "What...are you doing?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 13:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm...apologizing for...kissing you like that." Jesse whispered. "Please forgive me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 16:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Brendan drawled. "Why did you do that?" <br><br>Suddenly he appeared very interested as to the why. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 14:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know really." Jesse said, almost shrugging, but still holding Brendan quite close. "You're so beautiful, and I love you so much. I just...couldn't help it. I've been...lonely." It didn't dawn on him that Brendan hadn't pushed him away when he had kissed him, and didn't seem disgusted.<br><br>He paused. "Maybe we should...just try to get some sleep? It's been a confusing day for the both of us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 14:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're funny sometimes," Brendan replied, and smiled. He found he did not really mind. He would have minded if it had been some other guy, but it was just his brother. And they had always been close. <br><br>"Love you too," he whispered and placed a perfectly innocent kiss on Jesse's cheek, then snuggled into his brother's arms. He closed his eyes, but was still smiling softly. "Good night." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 14:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse smiled back, happy that Brendan wasn't angry at him. He wrapped his arms around him again and closed his eyes. His bare manhood was still erect between the two of them, big and throbbing. There was no mental exercise he could do to make it diminish, only rest and sleep could do that.<br><br>He lay awake for a long time, unable to drift into dreams. His thoughts remained with his brother. So warm and close.<br><br>Finally, after a long time, the world faded away around him, and he started breathing deeper and eventually slept.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 15:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan fell asleep almost right away, as he was so tired from the entire day. He slept soundly through the night and did not even wake when the sun's rays washed over him and Jesse. The younger brother had curled around his sibling, his lips touching Jesse's skin and his morning hardness pressed against the man's thigh. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 12:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse's eyes fluttered open. He opened them fully to see the pattern of light that the blinders drew on their bodies, then closed them again. The confusion of sleep was gone in just a few seconds and he remembered fully the events of the previous day; his reunion with his brother and the burial of their father.<br><br>He remembered their akward but sincere displays of affection from last night. They had hugged and kissed and cuddled. They were still in each other's arms, almost naked. While his own arousal had dimmed over the night, it returned anew with his body waking, the warmth of his younger brother and the feeling of his manhood through the fabric of those boxers.<br><br>He lay still like this enjoying the moment, gently stroking Brendan's back. But his mind started wandering to how and why he was feeling like this. Why these feelings of romantic love as well as intense lust were meddling with his more platonic and brotherly feelings towards Brendan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 21:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the haze of his sleep, Brendan did not care about who was touching him. All he knew was the pleasant sensation of being pressed against someone else's body and the hot feeling of lust inside him. The young man mewled softly and shifted a bit, but still did not wake. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 12:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse was growing more and more aware of Brendan's hardness against his thigh. He was fully erect himself now, and he eased his hand down to feel himself; long and thick and rock hard. He looked at Brendan's sweet face and wondered how his soft lips would feel on his shaft. Still there was this voice at the back of his head that kept calling him 'pervert'. But the voice was fading.<br><br>Jesse flexed his thigh and pushed it gently against his little brother's hard bulge. When he shifted a little, Jesse put his hand on him, feeling the outline of his manhood through the fabric of his boxers. He closed his eyes, perhaps thinking he could feign sleep if Brendan awoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 15:07:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mmm...someone was touching him. Felt good. Brendan mumbled something illegible and ground himself against Jesse's hand, eager for more touching. He still appeared to be either asleep or just waking up. He had always been a quite heavy sleeper, even when he and Jesse had slept in the same bed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 09:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How could he not <em>kiss </em> those lips? Jesse leaned down and kissed them gently. His hand moved up to Brendan's abdomen and down into the boxers; finding his hard shaft. He held his hand around it, stroking lightly. His lips neared Brendan's ear and he whispered, gently waking him. "Brendan, sweetie...would you like me to stop?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 19:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan's mouth opened and he moaned loudly at the feel of Jesse's lips on his. The fingers curling around his cock were pure heaven and he eagerly thrust into Jesse's hand. <br><br>"Mm, no, don't stop," he replied to whoever was making him feel so damn good. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 10:45:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse freed Brendan's hard cock from the shorts and stroked it steadily with his hand, in rythm with his thrusts. He kissed the boy's neck and cheek. "You're so beautiful." He whispered. "I love you."<br><br>He increased the place a little, and reached down to take Brendan's hand to place it on his own cock. "You've made me so hard..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 17:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Woah, was that really Jesse? <br><br>Brendan looked at his brother through half-lidded eyes, too hot to care that it was his brother he was rubbing himself against. His older brother...who was kissing and touching him. Who was hard for him. He moaned loudly at the friction and once his fingers touched Jesse's hard-on, his eyes opened and went big with surprise. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 15:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse continued to stroke Brendan, firmly and quite fast now. His own huge cock was rock hard and begging for attention.<br><br>When Brendan opened his eyes, Jesse looked into them. His own were filled with lust. He didn't say anything to his little brother, just kept stroking him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 18:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way Jesse looked at Brendan...as if he wanted to eat or something. A part of him said this was wrong, they were brothers and he was not gay or anything, but his body was enjoying, right? And the feel of his own fingers around Jesse's flesh, cupping that big shaft, was incredible. <br><br>No. He was not supposed to do this.<br><br>"Stop," he stammered out and pulled away from Jesse's embrace. He tucked himself back inside and then slid to the edge of the bed. He sat there and looked at the wall, not sure what to say. Was there anything to say? He could not accuse Jesse of anything, after all, he had liked it, but...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 12:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I thought you wanted me to." Jesse whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll never touch you like that again. I promise." he sat up in bed and rested his head in his hands. <br><br>"I guess we should get dressed...get something to eat. We have things to take care of today." He stood now, still naked and erect, but with his back towards Brendan. "I'll go take a shower..." His voice was layered with guilt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 12:25:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan did not move from his place. He did not speak either. Had he wanted it? Well, he had been quite asleep, hadn't he? He had liked it, though. His cock had liked it at least. The young man snarled, confused. <br><br>"Food sounds good," he said finally.<br><br>Maybe they should just pretend it hadn't happened. After all, they were both behaving a bit weird. When Jesse had gone to the bathroom, Brendan got quickly dressed, then wandered over to the kitchen table and sat down. He really had not needed for this to happen. But it had, and know he did not know how he felt anymore. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 15:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse showered. His hardness demanded attention but he was hesitant about masturbation. He knew that his attention was on Brendan now, and if he pleased himself - thoughts about Brendan would creep into his fantasies and cloud his emotions and judgement even more. So, he didn't. Cold water and patience slowly let him focus on other things.<br><br>Following his shower he found himself some underwear, jeans and a t-shirt from his closet. "I know of a quiet diner down the street. We can get something to eat there...talk, if you like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 19:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan looked up as Jesse got out of the shower, then wished that he hadn't. It was almost as if someone had opened his eyes, because he could not help noticing his brother's strong build, wide shoulders, enviable magazine-cover abs and the rest. The young man groaned softly and proceeded to stare at the floor instead. <br><br>"Yeah, sure," he replied sullenly and got up. "You pay." <br><br>Without even a look towards Jesse, he went to put on his shoes. <br><br>This just sucked. Ironically. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 12:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure." he smiled. He thought he had shaken off this weired feelings. This strange sexual attraction to his younger brother. He signed it all up to confused feelings, on account of everything that had happened. It was no wonder really, that his head mixed up his emotions.<br><br>He grabbed his jacket and led the way out, securing the place as usual. They had business to take care of today, but they'd get breakfast first.<br><br>It was a pretty nice day, with a little sunshine through some not too large and grey clouds. It wasn't too cold, in spite of a breeze swirling about the two. The street presented the usual smells of cars, trash, food and the lingering perfume of people passing by.<br><br>Jesse opened the door for Brendan as they got the the diner. The scent of coffee overwhelmed all the other smells. A few people were seated, but it was very quiet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 14:51:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan trailed after Jesse, still looking moody and more than a bit annoyed. He kept his hands in the pockets of his coat and wished that it would rain, because it was not fair that the weather was so nice when he felt so down. <br><br>He grew apprehensive as they reached the diner. He did not want to talk. Not after what had happened. And it was not like he'd just woken up with Jesse's hand on his dick, he'd been enjoying it. He had actually liked it. When his wandering gaze rested on Jesse again, the young man flushed and almost sputtered. Damn it. <br><br>It did not happen. That was the best way to deal. Nothing had happened. They would ignore it. For the rest of their pathetic lives, yeah. Brendan sighed softly as they finally entered the place. The food was most likely going to be crap, like it always was, but there was always coffee. There had been days when he had lived on the stuff. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 13:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse sat down in a stall, making sure to get the seat with his face towards the doors. A waitress in her fourties came over to take their orders, from menus already laid out on the tables. "Morning, fellas." She gave Jesse a nod, as if she knew him or at least had seen him here before.<br><br>"Good morning. I guess we'll have coffee?" He looked over at Brendan, questioningly. "Some toast, an omelette with ham and cheese. Fries. Anything else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 16:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Coffee," Brendan replied sullenly. <br><br>He pointedly stared at the table. Gods, this was embarrassing. But he couldn't run. He figured those guys they had run from could very well just come and kidnap him. And that would just suck so much. <br><br>Gee. And most likely Jesse would try to be the big proper brother and talk to him and crap like that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 15:01:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll have some pancakes as well." Jesse told the waitress, then didn't say much for a while. Not until after they had gotten their food. "You should eat some." He urged his younger brother. "We're going to have to pack some more muscle on you." He hit Brendan's shoulder with his fist, teasingly.<br><br>Jesse himself seemed to eat not because he was that hungry, but more out of habit and discipline. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" He asked. "Anywhere you'd like to settle down for a while?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 19:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brendan glared at the pancakes as if they were responsible for the predicament he was currently in. When Jesse punched him, he scrambled backwards, eyes wide, then sighed and said quietly:"I was distracted. Sorry." <br><br>Gingerly he began to eat even as he did not feel very hungry, and so the next question came just when he had stuffed his mouth full. He chewed quickly through his bite. <br><br>"Don't know," he said, and shrugged. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 12:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse ate his omelette and fries, gulping it down with ample amounts of coffee. He was glad Brendan ate some too, feeling responsable for the boy's health and well-being. Curing what seemed like something of a depression would take a longer time, but getting him in good physical shape should be pretty easy. Maybe working out would help Brendan get his mind off the difficulties he had had over the last few years.<br><br>"I was thinking we should hit the gym later on." Jesse said. "Work out a bit. I can teach you how to fight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 14:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," Brendan replied. <br><br>Fighting...well, he did feel like pummelling somebody, but he did not think Jesse would let himself to be punched around all over the floor or whatever. Still...maybe it would help. Somehow. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We Might Fall Apart (Deathstalker &amp; Tom) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 15:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse didn't say much for a while. They finished eating and headed outside again. Walking slowly down the streets of the city, it almost seemed like they strolled without purpose.<br><br>After a while though, Jesse stopped in front of a door. It was locked and the building seemed abandoned. He pulled out a key, opened it and led Jesse inside, closing it up behind them.<br><br>It seemed this had once been a gym; or specifically a place to train boxing. But it was obviously not in use, even if there were still weights, punching bags and a boxing ring here. "They closed this place down years ago." Jesse said. "It's a pity."<br><br>He moved to a locker and retrieved a pair of blue shorts. "Put these on."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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