Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Beware the Broken ❯ 2. Pay Back ( Chapter 2 )

Warning- Lemon at the end of this chapter.

 

Nick decided that this time he'd give the application to the lady at the counter in person instead of putting it in the mailbox. He wanted to make sure they didn't suspect anything, that he gave the impression he was a completely different person. He was going to be seen this time, which meant he couldn't mess up, everything had to be perfect. He was only a block away from the factory office when he pulled out the fake ID from his pocket. It was meant to verify that he was twenty-one; which he wasn't. His brother had given it to him before he left; it had his cover name, age, and picture on it. Apparently Jimmy wanted Nick to end up a criminal like he was. But in this case it was a matter of life and death, or could have been if Nick didn't get some kind of decent job soon.

 

With all the people in town that were looking for a job, this may have been his last chance to fix his life. It was New York, you couldn't expect anyone to just walk up and give you money, not the amount he needed that is.

 

He went mostly unnoticed as he walked through the doors, which to him was a good sign. Then again he didn't see any need for anyone to be suspicious, there was really no way this could have gone wrong. They wouldn't be that strict to investigation, he predicted, it wasn't as though he was trying to gain access to a bank vault.

 

He walked up to the front desk, less casually than he would have hoped but of course he was the only one to take notice of that. Rachel smiled at him in friendly greeting as he laid the filled out application in front of her.

 

“I picked up a job application yesterday,” He said deepening his voice in the most unnoticeable way possible. “I wasn't exactly sure what to do with it, so I thought I'd just bring it up here.” He lied. This would be the day that he committed his first crime, and he felt he was doing well.

 

“That's fine, do you have ID?” She asked simply going by procedure.

 

“Err… yes,” He said handing her the card that was already conveniently in his hand. She smiled and looked at the picture displayed, and then up at him to be sure of the resemblance. “One moment please,” She said turning around to the computer and accessing an approval database. Nick's fingers tapped nervously on the counter as he had the urge to lean over the desk and eavesdrop on whatever she was doing.

 

“Well then, Mr. Scott Reynolds. I'll have Mr. Hayes look at your application when he can, and then we'll get back to you,” She said promisingly. Nick smiled pleasantly and in success, as his fake ID was returned to him; so far, so good.

 

“Thanks, you know, you have really pretty eyes,” He replied assuming it was time for him to leave. Of course he hadn't been attracted to her eyes, but he thought it was a good idea to soften her up a bit anyway. He turned around and headed towards the door doing a bit of a victory dance with his fist in the air once he was out of site. Rachel blushed and straightened her hair a bit, flattered by the compliment from the handsome boy.

 

Despite his empty stomach and lack of energy he jogged all the way back to his apartment, he'd actually pulled it off. He'd have to keep his cell phone on at all times though; which meant he could run out of batteries. This was because he had to use a different phone number than his old or something may have gone wrong; someone might have remembered. He used a fake address, in fact the address of an empty room below his own but hopefully they wouldn't need to send him anything. As he was on his way up to his room, he ran into Mr. Wret on the stairs.

 

“Your rent's been paid for the last three months Hunter,” He said. Nick was confused; he hadn't given the landlord any money. “If you wanna thank him, I sent him to your room, he didn't give me a name, so I didn't give him a key. But you'd better go up and squeeze him to death, `cause I dunno if it was just me, but I didn't see you making any money anytime soon,” Mr. Wret gave him a pat on the shoulder and continued down the stairs. Nick said nothing, he was lost in wonder, who would have done something like that for him, he was poor, he was lonely, he was 120 pounds of nothing. Maybe Mr. Wret was just pulling his leg, but he had to see for himself.

 

He expected to see someone standing by his door when he arrived, perhaps waiting for a thank you. But there was no one. As he walked up to the door and reached for the knob he saw that it had been pried open. He felt a chill run down his spine, something was very wrong, in his mind he argued with himself whether to go inside or not.

 

“Don't play dumb, you know what's going on,” He whipped around to see himself standing in front of him, the exact image. It wasn't the first time it had happened, he often hallucinated like this when he hadn't eaten or gotten enough sleep. He associated a second person with his conscience, one that looked just like he did.

 

“Just turn around, and walk away,” The voice said as he turned back to the door. But he had nowhere to go, even if his second self was right, what would he do if he left. He never did listen to those annoying voices in his head, even if they were presented in a physical being, he found his own logic to be his best guess. Then again, look where he was at this point; nowhere. Finally he made a decision and poked the door open with his forefinger, peeking inside. It looked normal, normal of course meaning a broken table, and glass spilled all over the floor. But he was still unsure; Jimmy had always been a trickster. He cautiously opened the door the rest of the way and walked inside.

 

Not a single item was out of place, perhaps whoever had gone inside was gone. After a bit of sneaking around, he wised up and went looking for anything different, a message maybe. He found nothing, it was as if no one had stepped foot inside since he left, still the pried door puzzled him, but he managed to get over it after an hour or so. He waited by the phone for a while, reading and watching TV, he had nothing better to do, and he was anxious to know if he'd gotten the job.

 

Unfortunately, by ten o'clock he gave up the wait and decided to go to bed. His stomach was still empty, aching, and begging for food. He would have to eat the next morning, the little food he had in his cupboards had to last until he got his next payday. It wasn't so unbearable that he couldn't sleep, but it did take him a while to get passed it despite his tired state. Finally his heavy eyelids fell shut and he dosed off, his mouth open and his lips parted as they always were when he slept.

 

That night, around 3:00 A.M, Nick awoke in alarm, sitting up immediately getting a paranoid feeling. He'd felt something in his sleep; he had felt as though someone else's lips had been forced against his own. He tasted saliva in his mouth that wasn't his own, and it was everywhere, his teeth, his tongue and everywhere else. It was as if someone had kissed him during the night, which made him wonder what else he or she may have done. He turned on the light and looked around his room, he saw no one, and heard nothing. He looked at the clock that read 3:03 A.M.; perhaps he was just imagining things. His stomach groaned at him and decided he needed something to eat.

 

He jumped out of bed and headed into the living room, which served also as a dining room and a kitchen. He found two boxes of cereal, one of which was most empty and the other full. He opened the fridge to find a full, fresh carton of milk, the last thing he had in there. He ate quickly, he was tired and wanted to get back to sleep, hoping that when he woke up things would be back to normal. Even after the food was gone he still had the strange taste in his mouth; if he had been kissed someone must have been having a damn good time inside of him. It wasn't necessarily a bad taste, just odd and rather unwanted.

 

He crawled back into bed and yawned as he reached to turn off the light. It seemed as though he feel asleep right when his head hit the pillow, but he didn't stay that way for long. Not a minute later he jumped up and flipped the light on again, realizing that something had changed since he'd left the room. He closet door was partly open; he had no choice but to investigate. He swallowed as he approached the door, feeling a lump in his throat. His hand was clammy as he reached to pull it open, he gripped the side of the door nervously and all at once yanked it open expecting so see someone or something inside. There was nothing, not a single hanger out of place; perhaps he'd only imagined that the door had been closed before he left.

 

He sighed in relief but immediately froze stiff as he felt a large, muscular arm wrap around his waste and pull him backward into a warm body. He felt a chill run down his spine and he couldn't seem to move, or speak.

 

“Miss me Slick?” A soft voice said speaking next to his ear, as warm breath flowed from the mouth and caressed the sensitive skin on his neck. It was Jimmy's voice, not his normal voice, but the small, soft, sex crazed voice he often used. Nick felt his cock begin to harden between his legs, as it did when he was touched in such a way, but in this case he didn't like it.

 

“N…” Nick was cut off by the effort to hold back a groan as Jim began rubbing his thighs with his smooth, skilled hands. “No,” The word sort of stuttered and bounced out of his lips, but it was easy enough for Jimmy to understand. Jimmy laughed shortly in an incredulous manner and he kissed Nick's neck near his chin.

 

“Jimmy, please,” Nick was able to get an entire phrase out before a pain induced moan as his horny brother put a hand between his legs and pressed against his crotch with a good amount of strength.

 

“Sure you didn't,” Jimmy laughed releasing his hold around Nicks waste and turned him around to get just one more innocent kiss. Nick's eyes widened as their lips met, Jimmy placing his hands on the back of Nick's neck under his dark hair. When Jim pulled away after a short amount of time, Nick couldn't help but give him a scowl.

 

“Don't you think that it's weird for you to be doing that shit? I mean seriously, we're related. I know you enjoy molesting anyone of any gender that you can get your hands on, but me?” Nick scoffed. He'd had this conversation before, and Jimmy always had a way to falsely justify himself. There wasn't anything Nick could do anyway, Jimmy practically owned him.

 

“Love's love, little bro, and that body of yours deserves more attention than it gets,” Jim replied turning away casually and picking up the bottle of wine that he'd brought over. He poured himself a glass and lifted it to his lips. “So, where's my money?” He asked before taking a sip.

 

Nick's jaw dropped, and he was about to make an excuse, but Jimmy cut him off.

 

“Eh, don't answer that,” He said after swallowing the strong wine. “Seeing by the way I ended up paying your rent, I'm guessing you don't have it,” He suggested, pouring a second glass for his brother, who was trying not to shiver.

 

“Thanks for that, by the way,” Nick said nervously.

 

“Thanks nothing, here, have a drink,” He said handing Nick the glass. Nick didn't want to get drunk around this guy, but he figured one glass wouldn't hurt, and took it. After all, it was his favorite.

 

“You know that grill down the street is still open, last I heard it's open all night. What do you say I take you out so you can finally get a decent meal, and we'll talk about this whole money thing,” Jimmy suggested after Nick had taken a sip. Nick was hesitant, after all this was a serial murderer asking him to dinner with most likely the intention of making it look like a date. But how bad could that be? After all a real meal did sound good, as he was still a bit hungry. Then again, he didn't want to give the impression that he needed to be baby sat still. He'd told Jimmy after he was given the money that he could look out for himself, he'd lied, but he didn't want Jimmy to know that. But it was just one meal, perhaps a welcome back treat, even though he wouldn't be the one paying for it.

 

“Sure why, not,” Nick said rather regrettably. Jimmy smiled gratefully and put an arm around his shoulders, pulled him closer, and kissed the top of his head lovingly. Nick couldn't hold back a humorous smile; perhaps he had missed his brother, just a little.

 

“I saw that.” Jimmy smirked at him.

 

“Saw what?” Nick gave him an innocent look and tilted his head in confusion.

 

“You love me,” Jimmy insisted flicking his tongue out of his mouth and giving Nick's ear a lick before heading toward the door. Nick rolled his sleeve over his hand and whipped the wet feeling off of his ear before following Jimmy out of the room.

 

“'Course I do,” Nick replied, his voice holding nothing but sarcasm.

 

There weren't many people at the restaurant, so there was no one to mind the fact the Nick was shoving food into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in days; which was partly true. Jimmy couldn't help but laugh as he chewed away at anything he could get his hands on. He was sure to get every last centimeter of meat off of the bones on his buffalo wings. And refused to leave a single crumb in the bottom of the basket that was formerly filled with salty corn chips. It wasn't until Nick had moved to the spaghetti and splashed sauce everywhere that Jimmy tried to get him to slow down.

 

“Hey man, calm down, the food's not going anywhere,” Jimmy put a hand on Nick's shoulder. Nick suddenly realized what a hog he was being and willingly slowed down, wiping his face off.

 

“Sorry,” He swallowed, slowly bringing another bite of the pasta to his mouth.

 

“Naw, it's okay. I just don't want you to make an idiot of yourself doing that,” Jimmy replied. Nick sighed and put his fork down reluctantly.

 

“All right, before we start this conversation, could you at least sit across from me so it doesn't look like we're dating?” Nick couldn't help but notice the disgusted eyes; they were most likely because of his odd eating habits. But now that he had their attention, he didn't want Jimmy to start touching him as he very well may have.

 

“W-we're not dating?” Jimmy said jokingly giving him the pouting puppy look. Nick rolled his eyes and pushed Jimmy off his chair purposely.

 

“Hey now!” Jimmy yelled at him bringing himself to his feet. “Do something like that again and I'm not paying for all this food,” He warned partly joking. “So,” He began calmly. “If you're broke, and you owe me two thousand dollars, we'll have to discuss a different means of pay back, eh,” He laid a hand on Nick's leg and looked him straight in the eye. “After all, the only thing you got worth that much money is your body,” Jimmy scooted himself closer. “…And I think it's easy enough to see that I want it.”

 

Nick was frozen, Jimmy's lips were only a few centimeters away from his, and he could feel the two of them catching the eyes of a lot of people around them.

 

“It's your choice Slick, how should I have it, dead or alive?” He left his mouth open after the final word, his tongue nearly sneaking between his lips, wanting to taste those lips again. Jimmy preferred girls, but if Nick weren't his brother, he wouldn't have been ashamed to admit that he was the most attractive human being by far in Jimmy's eyes.

 

“I'm getting a job, please, I can get you the money soon,” Nick begged, feeling his brother's warm breath flow over his lips, and licking them due to the dryness. Jimmy chuckled and looked down between Nick's legs, and then back up at his face.

 

“Okay I'll admit, I don't really want the money, not as much as I want you in the back seat of my car, naked. So, if you don't have the money tonight, answer my question,” He said. Nick closed his legs as much as he could and slowly scooted away. Run, all he could think was run, but Jimmy always had a gun on him, and there was no one he was afraid to shoot. Nick swallowed as Jimmy's face came nearer, he wasn't afraid of the kiss he knew he was about to experience. But more what he knew was going to follow it. Nick shut his eyes in devastation as Jimmy pushed his lips into Nick's, and eventually found his way inside with his tongue. He tried to resist, but Jimmy was pushing him to kiss back, so he did.

 

Before the situation registered he found himself being pulled toward the exit of the restaurant, as Jimmy threw down a hundred-dollar bill not caring if it was going to work for payment or not. He practically dragged Nick outside to the car, Nick having no power to resist him. His shirt was torn from his body just before he was thrown into the back seat of Jimmy's car. Jimmy climbed in on top of him and kissed his neck and chest a few times before heading around to the driver's seat.

 

“Strip back there, if you even have your socks on when we get to my place I'll add an extra half-hour to all of this, I don't want any clothes getting in my way, get it?” Jimmy warned. Nick nodded sadly and looked down at his shirt, which lay beside him. He liked Jimmy, as a brother he did like him, but there were those times that he wished he'd just go off and get himself killed. He sat silent for a few moments, until he figured he'd better do what he was told, just to keep things as mild as possible. He unzipped his pants slowly, not wanting Jimmy to hear, he didn't like when his brother had sex thoughts about him, who would?

 

When he was completely naked minus the hair on his head, he felt so uncomfortable he wanted to puke. But he kept his mouth shut

and managed to keep still, just wondering how long this would last, and hoping for a non-distant end.

 

Jimmy pulled up his driveway as if he were in a race; he did it swiftly though, and didn't take time to put the breaks one, just pulled out the key. He then stopped and looked back at Nick who was sitting there, staring out the window as a tear ran down his cheek. Jimmy did pity him inside, but he couldn't resist such a thing that was so close to the tips of his fingers.

 

“Don't cry beautiful,” He said softly. “You'll be fine,” He smiled and opened the car door. He slid out of the vehicle and came around to Nick's door. Nick didn't move, he was two afraid and stiff to move anything but his neck, as he turned to look at Jimmy who opened the door. Jimmy looked down at him, his eyes exploring that flawless body. He couldn't help himself, his beloved little brother was crying, and he was the cause. He could've stopped the tears with just a few words, but that wasn't what was in his interest, not mainly anyway.

 

He reached out a hand and picked up Nick's, trying to be as gentle as possible. Nick sniffled and followed his lead, holding Jimmy's hand as well and climbing out of the car. It was a little cold out, so Jimmy put an arm around Nick's shoulder and held his small form inside his jacket to keep him warm.

 

“I'd never hurt you, Nicky,” Jimmy cooed into his ear. “My goal here isn't to make you miserable, I want you to enjoy this,” He turned the doorknob and pushed open the door that led inside his home.

 

“I hate you,” Nick crossed his arms and turned away. Jimmy frowned but forced back his temper, why did Nick have to be so difficult? He removed his jacket and draped it over the back of the couch, keeping his eyes on the floor, if he saw that body again he was afraid he may have reached his climax a little too soon.

 

“Fine,” He said, placing his hands on Nick's naked waist. “But you'll love this,” Jimmy leaned forward and spoke straight into his brother's ear. “Trust me, beautiful, I know what I'm doing,” He whispered. Nick cringed, holding back a moan but arching his hips as he felt the back of Jimmy's hand stroke is cock. With every stroke more pressure was added, and with every stroke Nick was closer to letting out the pleasurable moan that he kept forcing down. Jimmy rubbed his clothed erection against Nick's leg as he continued to caress the man's penis. Nick couldn't help it anymore, couldn't hold back, and with one last desperate attempt to hold it in came out the loudest, most exciting moan that Jimmy had ever heard. He chuckled and kissed Nick's ear before removing his hand from the hardening cock and placing it on Nick's thigh. He made a trail of kisses down Nick's body, over his shoulders and stomach until his mouth found what it had been looking for.

 

Nick sealed his eyes shut, knowing what was coming as Jimmy moved down his body. He was hard, and he wanted to come, but he would have chosen masturbating with sand paper to do so over his brother sucking him off. He let out a heavy, choppy gasp as he was taken into the warm mouth. Jimmy's tongue stroked him in such a way that it felt almost unbearably good, it ran up and down along the underside of his length, tenderly brushing over his most sensitive spots. Nick placed a hand on Jimmy's head for more, groaning and sighing over and over again, this was much better than sand paper.

 

Jimmy kept his eye's focused on Nick's face, extremely satisfied by the effect he was having on his younger brother. He hadn't been lying when he said he knew what he was doing, and had a feeling that if he stopped now, he would be begged to continue. His goal was to make his brother come, that would be solid proof that he couldn't deny getting pleasure out of what was done to him. So Jimmy took a breath and then practically swallowed the entire length of Nick's cock, pushing his face against the shuddering body so that the entire thing had disappeared into his mouth. He kept it at that state, running his tongue over it again and again, knowing Nick wasn't far from his climax.

 

It felt good… it felt so good though he hated to admit, the last thing he wanted to do was come, not in Jimmy's mouth. Giving his brother the pride of having made him climax was the last thing he wanted. He continued to hold back, every thought in his head was focused on not coming. Thinking of the ugliest men he could, thinking of the Landlord, of Jared Hayes… well he didn't know what Jared Hayes looked like, but he imagined him undesirable. One thing of course, that would definitely turn him off, was women's breats, and for the first time in his life, he thought about them as much as possible. He felt Jimmy growing impatient, and hoped that it was working. If he held it back long enough maybe Jimmy would leave and he could use his own hand to… he came. He was caught off guard as that warm tongue so gently slid across him and he shot his load down his older brother's throat.

 

He choked on a scream when it happened, Jimmy swallowing all of the semen as it was pumped down his throat. Nick was so ashamed of himself that he couldn't even bring himself to look at Jimmy, and kept his eyes closed.

 

“Oh, Nick, whatever ego you thought you had, I think you just lost it to my mouth,” Jimmy smiled. Nick almost laughed at how wrong his brother was, Nick had always hated himself, always had a negative view of everything about him. By not coming the only thing he was doing was keeping Jimmy from upping his huge ego, his own couldn't have gotten lower, and wouldn't have gotten higher.

 

When he opened his eyes Jimmy was removing his own clothes, exposing his beautiful body piece by piece as the clothes fell to the floor. Jimmy was quite aware he was being watched by two adorable blue eyes and smiled, perhaps Nick would be more accepting of this now that he was horny by more than limited touch, but sight.

 

“Lie down on the couch, beautiful,” Once he was completely naked he turned to his panting brother. Oh yes, Jimmy knew he was hot, and loved to flaunt himself, especially in front of his perfect little brother.

 

“Jimmy, please,” Nick begged, he couldn't bare to look at the man, his body was so attracted to him, but he hated Jimmy. Any doubt he had on that claim before was gone now, and not to mention he was still a virgin, something he could never let Jimmy know.

 

A/n- I wrote this at the same time as I read a novel called `Taming Riki' and, I've said this before and meant it everytime, it's the best I've ever read. Unfortunately I'm without a paypal account or credit card, and if I were to ask my dad to help me out… well, he'd have to see what I was buying xD, which I cannot have. So yes, I am depressed by yet another cliff-hanger that will never clear up. Not to mention, there's another fic on Fictionpress called `Once A Slave', another which was one of my favorite, and that also will not be updated because of publishing >[. I'd have no problem buying all of this if only I didn't need assistance. -Snarl.- The point of this is that I've decided to finish EVERY single novel I post up here… even the ones that seem to have died… and even Before the End as I lost chapter four completely and have to start it over xD. But yes, this is because I cannot stand being left hanging for one reason or the other, and really don't want to do it to other people x].

 

Yaoi/Shounen-ai/Slash online recommendations:

(Contact me for links —Pebbles56@gmail.com)

Melancholy Requiem

Once a Slave

Taming Riki

Cake

Of Games and Love (Not sure this one will ever be finished, though :/)

Bloodwraith

Kittens and Bears

On the Run

My (More Than) Acquaintance with a Rent boy

 

 

Others By Muah:

 

Where the Heart Is (Series—though first book is unfinished.)

Before the End

The Crowbar