Panic Room: Outrage Slash

John looked at his hands in disbelief as they trembled, staring at them like it was impossible to be happening, emotions that he hadn't felt in so long swirling around him.

Vaguely he heard the sound of someone shouting before someone walked into the room crouching before him.

Looking up crystal eyes caught his, surprisingly clear after everything that had happened to them. Rough hands held his own, gently soothing them, making the trembling cease with casual motions that seemed almost natural and part of him seemed to remember something similar, a distant ghost of it.

The younger Firewood pulled him to his feet and he now acted like the puppet as he obeyed mindlessly, he felt so numb but so in turmoil that he was terrified at what happened when one stopped.

He let Jack lead him to where the other wanted him which happened to be the man's bedroom.

He stood there as Jack removed his shirt and shoes, shifting uncomfortably in the silence. 

An undignified squeak left his mouth as he was pulled down and Jack chuckled lightly, pulling the former puppeteer against his chest.

“I'm sorry, I'm still mad at you but you didn't deserve that after everything you've already been through.” The smooth deep voice sent another, very different tremble through him as he blushed, looking down and tracing the scars that ran along the strong tanned torso, he absently leaned closer to the warm heat that emitted from the others skin.

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Treating me like a human being.” He whispered and leaned even closer, enjoying the feeling of skin against his his own, a feeling so many took for granted.

“Thank Feather for slapping some sense into me.” A chuckle rumbled in the others chest and it made him fell more alive then he had in a long time.

WARNING: Slash, Incest and Adult content.  

Jim groaned, low and loud as his back hit the wall. His pulse throbbing through his whole body in anticipation as strong hands pinned his wrists above his head, a deep, sultry chuckling drifting to his ear.

“Calm down Brother, you'll get what you want soon enough.” Jack leaned forward and bit into the hot, warm flesh, before sucking harshly, relishing in the moan the normally collected doctor gave as he started to unravel.

Jim arched his back, silently begging to get closer, unable to find his voice through the pleasure as his brothers tongue traced patterns on his skin, one rough hand sliding under his shirt.

“Well Brother, tell me what you want.” Jim groaned as his brother slipped a thigh between his legs and rocked his body, wanting more friction. Jack's free hand's gripped his hips keeping him still. “Tell me what you want.” Jim whined deep in his throat, try and falling to move.

“Please, Jack. Please, fuck me.” His body was burning with pleasure, wanting more of the fire and also wanting relief.

His lips were claimed in a searing kiss as Jack grabbed his thighs, walking over to the stronger Firewood's bed.

Jack didn't waist time as he stripped his gorgeous brother, tongue exploring and stroking each hidden place, swallowing sweet, desperate moans.

He broke the kiss before working his way down the lithe, thin frame, biting and sucking every few inches before licking a trail back up the others chest.

Jim reached up a trembling hand and threaded it through his brothers short but surprisingly soft hair.

“Jack please, I need you.” He begged, his sapphire eyes pleading into sky blue that softened. No matter what they'd been through, when his brother was like this, Jack could never say no.

He shed his clothes before claiming soft pliant lips yet again, grabbing the lube from under his pillow and spread it over his fingers.

Jim moaned in ecstasy when he finally felt something in him, thrusting gently before more was added, whining in protest when it left.

“Don't worry Jim, you know I'll take care of you.” And the long hair brunette leant him self be pulled up to straddle the others lap.

Jim was the one who started the next, loving kiss because no matter how angry Jack could get, moments like this were what reminded Jim that he'd always have the others love.

Jack slid into his brother, loving the tight heat and watching the other eyes flutter in pleasure, shallow breathes leaving parted lips.

Jim loved it, loved feeling so full, so cared for, the heat, pain and pleasure. Shuddering he wrapped his arms around the strong shoulder of his brother, head nuzzling into his neck, breathing in the sent of oil and something so Jack he shuddered in pleasure.

Jack rolled his hips and Jim moaned as a jolt of ecstasy went through him, his body moving of it's own accord in answer.

They rocked against each other, panting and moaning into the air, the heat building until it was roaring, gentle hands caressing soft but firm flesh.

“Jim, look at me.” When it was ignored his voice took a harsh tone. “Jim.” The low growl was darker and more commanding sending a thrill through him, setting him one the edge before the other claimed his mouth dominating, controlling and it made bliss before his world went black.

Jack woke up content and happy as he looked down at the brunette snuggled into his chest. He gently combed through his brothers hair, he loved watching the other when he slept, he looked younger and more relaxed like the worries of the world couldn't touch him.

He let his hand fall trailing along the others strong chest, counting each dark purple mark with a sense of pride.