Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Beware the Broken ❯ 3. Regretful, Broken, Lonely, and Ill. ( Chapter 3 )

“Come on, Slick, don't play the innocent victim and pretend you don't want this,” Jimmy approached him, not at all amused by Nick's obvious denial. Obvious to him, in some way; for in truth, this is the last thing that Nick wanted, among more extreme reasons, he really didn't want his first time to be with his own brother. “Now lie down,” Jimmy ordered a second time, this time pointing to the couch. He then headed into the bathroom to get the proper preparation items. Nick groaned, pouting as he dragged his feet to the couch and fell onto it, making no attempt to hide his misery.

 

“Oh, so dramatic,” Jimmy smiled cockily, watching Nick from the bathroom with his hand inside one of the cupboards behind the mirror. Nick grunted, arms crossed and staring at the ceiling. It was hard to display the idea that he didn't want this, after all his body did want it, his mind was a different story. He knew nothing was going to sway the decisions and plans that Jimmy had already made, and knew it was hopeless to try. But the thought of Jimmy ramming into him, the pain he knew he'd feel, the idea of a mindless fuck for the sake of paying back owed money; it sickened him.

 

“Honestly Nick, most horny little gay boys like being at my mercy,” Jimmy was still trying to get him to at least try to act like he enjoyed it. Really, he thought that after a little arousing and foreplay Nick would comply, but apparently he'd been wrong and he'd have to just resort to rape.

 

“Most horny little gay boys aren't your brother,” Nick scoffed at him. “And I'm not little, or horny… usually,” It was his pitiful attempt to defend himself, anyone with common sense could see that at the moment Nick was extremely horny.

 

“So this whole idea is completely dreadful just because I'm your brother?” Jimmy smiled. “Does that mean you would like being at my mercy if I wasn't your brother?” Jimmy sat down on the couch, smiling, certain there was some legal way to declare the two of them no longer related. Though, he didn't really think Nick would change his mind. He propped up one of Nick's legs for access to the portal, squeezed a bit of lube onto his fingers, and began to work it into the hole.

 

“Assuming you being my brother had everything to do as to why you turned out to be such an asshole, then maybe,” Nick grunted, showing no emotion as a finger was inserted into his virgin hole.

 

“Is that why I have more friends than you?” Jimmy laughed childishly. “Eliminating everyone but Rodney I'd still have more friends than you, is that an accurate statement, Mr. Lonely?” He glanced at Nick's narrow eyes as he inserted another finger into the hole. Nick simply scowled at him and looked away in somewhat defeat, as Jimmy was right, but Nick didn't need friends.

 

“That's why I thought,” Jimmy smiled. “Don't worry, I'll be first on your friend list,” He'd finished with the lubricant and reached for the box of condoms. He was hurrying by this point, anxious to get inside the tight hole, ripping at the condom's wrapper viciously with his teeth.

 

“Declined, fucking rapist” Nick mumbled to himself. Jimmy smiled to himself as he rolled the condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before repositioning himself on his knees. Nick watched in fear as Jim aligned the large head of his thick cock with the tight entrance, pressing it against his hole with little pressure at first. As Jimmy pressed harder, and his length was pushed deeper, little by little the pain grew. The moan that he let out was triggered by nothing but pain, followed by a painful shriek as Jimmy thrust in. Nick cursed his brother inside his head over and over again, he knew from the start he could never enjoy this, and he truly hated it. The only thing he allowed himself to feel was pain, and pain was what he felt, every time Jimmy thrust forward he could feel the water forming in his eyes. He didn't want to cry, but it hurt so bad, he didn't want to complain because he felt it weak, but it was horrible.

 

Jimmy didn't stop after he came, in fact he ended up fucking Nick four times that night, one of which Nick wasn't even conscious for. He knew this could very easily be the only night he'd ever get with earth's most gorgeous creature, and wanted to make sure it was not cut short. Nick had tried to stop him between cessions, kicking and screaming and crying by the third time, begging his brother to stop. Jimmy refused him, too focused on how hot the helpless boy looked underneath him, how it felt.

 

When he was finally finished, Jimmy was almost ashamed. He pulled out of the broken angel's body, staring down at the damage he'd done. This wasn't what he was used to, not what he expected. Nick really did hate him, he really hadn't enjoyed a single minute of it, and the entire thing must have been torture. Jimmy was puzzled and filled with sorrow, stroking his naked sibling's stomach. No other man had denied him after he got going, this was something he hadn't experienced before, and he felt horrible. It was almost as if his brother was without any positive feelings, that or the bad outweighed the good so much that they were buried underneath the negative. As Jimmy headed toward the linen closet to get a warm blanket for his sibling, he promised himself he'd never touch Nick sexually again. But it was too late for that.

 

Nick was glad to have woken up in his own bed, though it took him a little while to acknowledge it. All he really remembered was falling asleep on Jimmy's couch, or actually, he'd fainted while that fucking dick was still shoved up his ass. He groaned when he tried to sit up, feeling a sharp pain in his back side, Jimmy must've made him bleed. He cringed, making sure not to move as he pealed the blanket down to his waist and started unbuttoning his pants, they were too tight and only added to the pain. He had them unzipped and pulled down most of the way and then turned onto his side. He wrinkled his nose as he reached a hand down below his back, slowly tracing a line from there to his hole. He gently swirled his finger around it, it hurt so much he just needed to touch it. He couldn't feel what was wrong, but as he moved his finger around the outside of the hole, the pain wasn't as severe.

 

Twenty minutes passed before he decided to get up, pulling up his pants but leaving them unzipped. His ass was so sore that he winced every time he moved, and could hardly sit up without a painful groan. Finally in a more awake position, Nick rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching, everything he usually did before getting out of bed. Only something was different, there was a note on his nightstand. It was a small folded piece of green tag board with the words `I'm sorry!' in big, red, underlined letters. He reached for it with a sigh, he already knew who it was from, but an apology wasn't what he wanted, he just wanted Jimmy out of his life, along with the ass pain. He unfolded the small card and was oddly surprised that a hundred dollar bill fell from it. Nick rolled his eyes, looking at the bill that had settled on the ground at his feet, Jimmy had always been foolishly under the impression that money made everything better. On the inside, this time in black ink it said: `So sorry, Nick! Please forgive me! Call me! Ps- The money is a gift, not a loan. The last sentence was somewhat relieving, assuming it meant that there would be no physical payback this time.

 

He glanced at the phone that sat next to the lamp on the stand, thinking over the note and the fact that Jimmy had asked him to call. It didn't take long for him to decide not to, after all, he hadn't forgiven his brother, not even close. He looked at his watch and sighed, he had an interview for his new job in two hours, then again now that he had money he made plans to go grocery shopping first. He picked up the hundred-dollar bill as he crumpled the note, deciding he'd leave it in Jimmy's mail-box as a bit of a `fuck you.'

 

He smiled to himself as he stood up, ignoring as best he could the pain that shot up through his backside. He wanted a shower, and he wanted cake. His smile widened at the thought, setting the money down on the sink before he proceeded to remove his clothes. A big yellow cake with vanilla icing and silky chocolate shavings sprinkled on top, just to stick his dick in it.

 

Tyler groaned looking at the collar ID, it was Darren again, probably calling about nothing, or to ask obvious questions. He was beginning to get the impression that Darren simply had no life and nothing better to do but punch in the same damn number over and over again.

 

“Hello, Darren,” He said, holding back an irritated tone. He somewhat needed Darren to like him. If they became enemies then Tyler might lose his chance to impress the captain with his training skills, skills that he didn't really possess.

 

“Hey, Tyler, I have some really fucked up news,” Darren sounded disappointed, and Tyler wasn't sure, but it seemed there was also a bit of fear in his voice.

 

“What, your wife's pregnant and you want me to take care of the baby?” Tyler said sarcastically, finding himself very funny as always.

 

“Not exactly,” Darren scowled to himself at the remark. To Darren, someone even mentioning him having a wife made him want to preach about how wonderfully gay he was, but he kept his mouth shut as always. “The captain wants us on the Wraith's case, dig him up and find an identity before New York's population is drastically reduced or the Fifth-Third's vault suddenly becomes empty…” He trailed off. Tyler was a little surprised, and a little angry, sure he was up for it, and experienced enough to handle it. But with Darren, the annoying little tag along that would only get in his way, it was going to be a punishment like no other. The captain always put him on the hardest cases, probably because he was one of the best, but usually his partner wasn't a fucking noob.

 

“The good news is he gave us both the day off, thanks to you. Because you caught that bad assed drug dealer last week, I don't have to do shit,” Darren chuckled. He was in the process of clipping his toe nails, sitting on his bed, a book he'd been reading open to one of the center pages, wearing a pair of lavender framed reading glasses, nail clippers in one hand and a phone in the other.

 

“Thanks, Darren, I'll call you back tomorrow then, please don't call me before then,” Tyler said in monotone just before shutting the cell phone, not waiting for a reply.

 

“But—,” Darren was cut off by the dial tone and frowned. It was obvious that Tyler didn't like him, which dampened his mood quite a bit. Then again, a lot of people couldn't stand him, so he'd come to accept. Unfortunately, most of the time those people happened to be men he fell in love with. He sighed and then laughed, at least he was certainly not in love with Tyler, that was hardly a possibility in itself. He could only imagine what Tyler would think of him when he was made aware of his sexual preferences.

 

He was left with only one thing to do, once again, and that was read. The book he had on the bed with him was at a very boring scene, a slash book as it was basically all he read. He bent the page and shut the book, getting up and heading over to his computer. What he read online was somehow usually better than what he found in books at local stores, and a lot of it could just make him laugh, with the craziest, most unrealistic characters, these things would never make it onto the critical shelves. Still, he enjoyed reading them online, and for the next three hours, that's all he did.

 

 

 

Nick was late for his interview, and the idea of it was starting to piss him off. He'd gotten the basic food necessities, Raman Noodles, macaroni, milk, bread, all the basics. He was surprised when he found himself at thirty dollars by the time he'd finished shopping, food really was expensive. He'd been held up in the check out lines that all seemed to be either a mile long, or blocked by some old fart that didn't know what a credit card was. When everything on his list was complete, it was already 2:00, and he needed fifteen minutes to get back to the Factory Office for his interview. He must've honked his car horn at least ten times for no particular reason accept that he was angry and in a hurry.

 

Heading into the building after he'd finally arrived, he started to wonder what it would be like to work in this particular factory. The company was called Hayes and it manufactured all types of food. Mostly dairy products, like milk, yogurt and eggs, but he'd also seen the name on tortillas and bread, and even cake mix. It wasn't a very popular name, but it paid well to work there, decent anyway. Nick was almost puzzled by the idea of a person to person interview for working in a place like a factory, maybe it was just to test him on how dirty his hands were, or how much his horrible stench would contaminate the food.

 

“Mr. Samuels!” Rachel practically launched herself from her chair and hurried around the desk. “You're fifteen minutes late! We'd almost removed you from the list,” She said, hoping he didn't get any chances to look at the schedule to see that his name had just been crossed out.

 

“Sorry, traffic was hell,” He said shortly, smiling his best smile. He knew he didn't have to act friendly really, after all he wasn't about to get a job in which he had a lot of contact with people, but he figured it couldn't hurt his chances.

 

“It's all right, we'll just have to hurry this along a bit, it's a good thing we don't have very many today,” She put a hand on his shoulder and guided him into the office of Jared Hayes. Nick sneered at the name, hoping he wouldn't actually have to talk to the guy. The room was empty, and the desk was neat. Everything was organized, the file cabinets had labels, the pens were divided into different compartments my color. There were no lose papers on the desk, and the computer was shut off and the chair pushed in, the entire room looked as though a made cleaned it every fifteen minutes.

 

“Have a seat if you will, I'm Mr. Hayes's secretary and since he can't be in today I'll be doing the interview,” Rachel went around to the other side of the desk, smiling at him in her most friendly way. All of the sudden her foot was caught on the rug and she fell forward the question sheet flying out of her hand and her face smashing into the chair as she hit her knees. Nick snickered at the amusing scene, watching as she knocked over the cup of pens as she tried to get up. Her hair was everywhere and her shirt was crooked when she finally got to her feet.

 

“Shit,” She cursed, looking down to see that her right heel had broken off. Nick hid a smirk behind his hand, trying not to laugh at her, and it never even crossed his mind to help at her. She scowled at him after moving her hair out of her eyes, she'd just made a complete fool of herself and all this guy could do was laugh. As she picked up the pens that she knocked over she made the decision that she would most likely not hire the rude young man. After all Jared had left it up to her, and he wasn't there.

 

With that thought her eyes widened as the office door opened behind the chair where Nick sat, in came Jared Hayes. He smiled at her despite the fact that she was racing to pick up the spilled pens now that he'd come back. She felt embarrassed, Jared was a good man and she wanted him to think well of her, this incident wasn't helping. Jared didn't give the back of Nick's head a second glance before he rushed over to help her pick up what she'd spilled. Honestly he was more worried that she was mixing the colors in the compartments than for her wellbeing.

 

Nick wondered who this man was as he helped her pick up the spilled ball-point pens. He thought it might have been Mr. Hayes, but this wasn't the way he'd imagined him at all, and on top of that he didn't want it to be Mr. Hayes. The man in front of him was drop dead gorgeous, his black hair was combed forward so that it just barely hung over his eyes, but didn't cover up the beautiful green color of them. It was hard to make out his body shape, but it was easy enough to tell that he looked good in a suit. Nick just sat watching him for a while, his hand on his chin with a blank expression. However when Jared looked up at him his eyes fell to the floor, as he remembered he wasn't supposed to be gay today.

 

Once he'd arranged all of the pens to his liking, Jared excused Rachel from the interviewing, saying he'd take it over himself.

 

“But sir, I thought you were sick?” She argued. The sickness seemed bad, and she was under the impression that it was best he stayed home a few days to recover.

 

“I'm fine,” He hissed at her. Rachel jumped back, she hadn't expected him to snap at her. She'd never seen him angry before, he was always do laid back.

 

“I'm glad your feeling better then, sir, I'll be at my desk,” She nodded and then hurried out of the room. Jared sighed, watching her leave, almost as if she was running from him. He hadn't meant to be so touchy about the subject, but the information he'd gotten from his doctor the day before would have dampened anyone's mood.

 

Nick was silent, staring at his lap and minding his own business, wondering what was going on between the two. It was obvious to him that this was Jared Hayes sitting in front of him, and that he was pretty much the jerk Nick had imagined him to be. Though in Rachel's opinion, Nick had absolutely no right to call anyone else a jerk before he found some manners himself.

 

“Sorry,” Jared gave the man a short apology, though he wasn't sure what for. “Then, let's get to the interview,” He put as much cheer in his voice as possible as he picked up the question sheet and sat down in his chair. “Basically, Mr. Scott Samuels, I'm going to ask you a few questions, some may have already been on the application but it's basically just to confirm your answers, okay?” He asked, avoiding eye contact with the other man. Nick nodded slowly, hoping they wouldn't ask the sexuality question. Then again he wasn't hooked up to a polygraph here, he could have easily just lied again. Still the idea of it gave him a bad feeling in his gut.

 

“You're twenty-two years of age, correct?” Jared asked, and Nick nodded. “You have no other job or past experience?” Nick nodded again. “You're Heterosexual?” …He nodded. Jared nodded back after observing the nervous pause Nick had made. “Your live nearby?” He continued the questions. Most of them were just yes or no questions, but in some he had to describe his cleaning habits, his other daily activities. And in one he was asked his interests, which he'd said to be running and swimming. Jared was intrigued by this answer, after all he'd taken up a swimming class and ran track in high school as well.

 

After all of the questions had been asked Jared set down the question sheet, having easily made his decision about hiring the young man.

 

“Congratulations Mr. Samuels, you start work tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock. Come to my office when you arrive and I'll give you a tutorial on how the machines work,” Jared forced a smile and stood up, sticking out a hand for Nick to shake. Nick stood up as well with a wide, victorious smile as he shook the hand that was offered to him.

 

“Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” He said sincerely. “I'll be there, I promise,” He added. Jared nodded to him and waved as he left.

 

“See you then Mr. Samuels,” He said just as the office door fell shut. The smile ran away from his face and he fell into his chair, putting his hands on his face and his elbows on his desk. He font himself wanting to either cry, or start destroying his office. According to his doctor whom he trusted, Jared had a terminal illness, a major case of Stomach Cancer. It explained why he'd been throwing up blood, and the nauseous feelings he kept getting. The doctor had said they'd treat it all they could, and that they'd caught it fast, but Jared sensed the hopelessness in his eyes and tone, and knew he wasn't going to live a full life. The fact that within the next week he wouldn't be able to hide it anymore due to his loss of hair that would occur after the chemotherapy was what he was mostly regretting. He wondered what Rachel would think, he always knew she liked him but what would he look like without his hair? He knew he'd always have Sal, which warmed him, even without his hair Sal would be there for him. Sal really wasn't very good at comforting people, but the fact was he tried and it was the only thing that made Jared feel a bit better about the subject. He'd been afraid to ask the doctor how long he had to live, as it seemed the doctor hadn't intended on telling him he was going to die, so for all he knew he could have been dead in a week or ten years.

 

 

A/n- Finally a chapter in which all the writing is of my current style ^--^. Any predictions? XD. Any ideas, any cookies? This author's note is quite the worthless one isn't it? Not much to say I suppose. YayNickgothisjob :D.