#brookscest

After the adrenaline wears off Jai's back is fucking killing him. Why did he have to be the one to draw the top of the fucking driveway? He's been keeping mostly to himself until their guests leave but the minute they step out the door he slumps face down onto the couch and whines loudly. It's not the first time he's wrenched his back and he hopes it's just a pulled muscle that should clear up in a day or two and he's going to kill Beau for not lining him up in the middle so he wouldn't have hit the fucking wall in the first place.

Speaking of Beau, his older brother is yelling obnoxiously from the kitchen with Daniel, something about brownies and what kind of hideous person would buy wholemeal flour (They all did, since they only ever use it for pranks and it was on sale) Jai figures if they put enough chocolate in they'll taste fine, and he can hear Daniel arguing that exact point. He just wants them to do it slightly less loudly.

Fifteen minutes later however, he's had enough. His back seems to be stinging despite the painkillers he's taken and sitting at the kitchen table hearing and watching baniel argue over every single step of their brownie making is driving him insane so of course he's been complaining. Loudly. A lot. Very dramatically. Beau just doesn't seem to care that he's hurt and after bringing him water to swallow his pills and patting him on the head Luke isn't providing much comfort either.

“Stop being such a whiny fucking bitch!” Beau snaps eventually, waving his brownie mix covered spoon threateningly at him, “Luke come get Mr prissy-pants and deal with it, would you” he hollers upstairs and Jai just flips him off as Luke appears in the kitchen, head tilted questioningly.

“What?”

“Take Jai upstairs and I don't know, suck his dick or something so he stops bitching about his fucking back” Beau repeats, “Just don't be too loud, it's fucking weird that you guys get me hard”

Luke looks unimpressed, but shrugs and Jai makes his best sad face. A blowjob would probably distract him from the pain, at least for a while.

“Fine, upstairs” Luke says and Daniel wolf-whistles as Jai gets up and follows, wince held between his teeth as every step sends pain shooting up his spine.

“Get naked” Luke demands as soon as they're in his room before he heads into the ensuite and hey, maybe his twin is going to take Beaus advice to heart. Or you know, his dick.

Jai goes for his jeans and boxers first, tries to bend over a little as possible but they're skinny jeans, it's impossible and he's just about to grit his teeth so he can reach down to pull them off Luke steps up behind him, warm hands coming to rest on his hips.

“That bad?” His twins asks quietly, kneeling down and Jai obligingly lifts his feet one after the other, uses Luke's head for balance. He doesn't answer, just accepts the help. Luke stands up again and helps with his shirt too and fuck, lifting his arms up sends another twinge through his body. Still, he's not entirely uninterested in getting some interruption free sexy time in and he spins round, loops his arms over Luke's shoulders so he can nuzzle into his neck, nipping at the skin.

Luke snorts. “You barely made it up the stairs, there's no way i'm sucking you off” He says firmly and Jai promptly tightens his grip, “C'mon” He murmurs, even though Luke is probably right. He has this thing where it's impossible for him to stay still during oral but they're still at the age where anything sexual is water and they're thirsty men.

“I'll give you a massage” Luke bargains, voice gentle again as he starts walking backwards towards his bed, pulling Jai along with him and Luke's pretty good at massages when he wants to be and there's always a chance things could go the way Jai wants so he doesn't protest, lets Luke guide him until he's resting comfortably on his stomach, cool sheets against his naked skin and if he doesn't move at all and just breathes shallowly his back barely even hurts.

There's a click of a bottle and Jai turns his head just enough to see Luke with a bottle of massage oil and yeah, he likes where this is going as his twin climbs onto the bed behind him,

“Don't sit on me” He says quickly, knows how much it'll hurt from previous Beau-related experience.

“Not a dumbass” Luke chides, settling himself more over the backs of his thighs and holding mostly his own weight before there's oil being dripped across his shoulders, then in a steady line down his back before Luke's hands appear again just at the base of his neck, rubbing slowly.

The oil warms quickly and Luke's fingers are like magic on his shoulders, steady pressure and it's relaxing enough that Jai could fall asleep to the gentle rhythm, at least until Luke's hands move down his spine not quite softly enough. He whines in pain and Luke leans forward to kiss the back of his head, “It'll make it better” He assures and Jai's knows it's true but also knows that Mr I-Feel-Nothing has a very misaligned sense of pain, can't really appreciate the sharp pinches he's causing as his palms press steady at exactly the fucking spot it hurts the most and Jai can't help but shift underneath him, trying to lessen the sensation a bit before, thankfully, Luke's hands begin to make their way up to his shoulders again, pushing the pain to the back of his mind once more and his brother is more gentle on his second pass, just a dull ache against his tense muscles and all at once Luke's hands are at his ass and there's no way Jai's going to complain, even if his ass isn't quite as glorious as Luke's, doesn't really deserve the attention Luke likes to give.

He mumbles a noise of disagreement when Luke's hands leave him, the click of the oil bottle again then fuck, Luke's just letting it drizzle down his crack before he practically gathers a handful off ass in each hand, palming it firmly – it's inevitable where this is going and both of them know it, drawn into the thick quiet of the room, just the sound of Beau's voice rising and falling from downstairs and it should be more off-putting than it is, to have their older brother be the soundtrack to most of the sex they have.

Luke's fingers slip between his cheeks as he decides to add even more oil and begins to work it in, thumbs catching on the edge of his hole and Jai shivers, pushes back greedily. He's been half-hard from the moment he'd laid down on the bed and he's only got so much control when Luke's so good with his hands and they never have time for him to appreciate it properly like they do now.

He's breathing heavily he knows, parting his legs and doing his very best to invite Luke to do whatever the fuck the wants that's going to end with them both happy. Luke, ever the asshole, pauses.

“You sure?” He asks gently and of course now he's concerned about his back. Jai turns his head and gives Luke a very pointed look and Luke just smirks at him, the fucker.

Still, his hands start moving again and that's what's important.

Somewhere along the line between presses of thumb and two of Luke's fingers inside him Jai tries to get up onto his knees only for his brother his push him back down again, shifting himself so he’s kind of under his lap this time, cocks adjacent to each other but close enough to rub against and Jai squirms back and forth, impatient.

“Easy” Luke says, like Jai can't feel how hard he is, knows the stickiness is just his own precome, not just the oil.

“Please?” Jai knows exactly what cards Luke holds, exactly how to plead and ask nicely and get what he wants.

Another finger and the ache in his back is entirely forgotten as Luke stretches him, slick sounds from the abundance of oil and when he finally stops being a tease and laves the attention required on that one particular spot it's all Jai can do to try and not twist too much, hips rutting forward with every fuck of Luke's fingers inside him,

“Luke” He whines desperately, hand reaching out to Luke's free one, gripping tight and he squeezes his eyes shut, “Luke, please”

He's so close to the edge and just, he needs Luke to say it, say his name because in his entirely fucked up brain that always cements it, makes what they're doing so crystal clear and all encompassing.

“What, Jai?” Luke says, hips pressing up of their accord, “Jaaai?”

There's just a split second of pain in his back as he clenches down and comes hard, face mashed into the pillow, muffling the kinds of sounds he usually makes. Luke's fingers keep moving, working every last bit of pleasure from his bones until he comes back to his senses, never willing to deny his twin reciprocation.

Luke pushes his hands away though, wiggle out from underneath him and with lidded eyes Jai turns his head just enough to watch him wrap them around his cock, stroking it quickly.

“I'm just gonna - “Luke manages to say roughly, before he groans and he's coming too, come splattering warm against his ass, against the small of his back.

The sound of their heavy breathing fills the air as Luke lays down next to him, coaxing him into a deep kiss, tongues tangling before he pulls away and presses a kiss to his nose.

“I hear come has healing properties” Luke murmurs consiprationally, hand sliding down the rub the the mess into his skin and if it didn't feel so nice Jai'd punch him.

From downstairs, the fire alarm goes off, a sure sign there's not going to be any brownies at all.

****I am not going to make a hugeass list of warnings so this is me warning for essentially everything you can warn for consider yourself warned for the entirely of this fic****

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Every night before she goes to bed Beau watches his mother kiss the tips of her fingers and press them against the faded photo above the couch in the living room, sees her lips move as she whispers goodnight to the twin brothers he was too young to miss.

He always feels awful that he doesn't remember a single goddamn thing, has friends that have memories from that age but he's got absolutely nothing.

Luke and Jai Brooks have never existed to him in anything more than old pictures, cold words engraved onto marble and all the times his mum cries when she thinks he isn't around to see.

Beau wants to remember for her.

Often he wonders how different things would be if they were around, can't help but grin as he imagines all the trouble he gets up to now multiplied. He wonders if they'd hang out with him and his friends, or if they'd have their own and whether or not they'd think he was a cool older brother who'd mess up anyone who ever tried to fuck with them.

He wonders how alike they'd be, and how different. Would they still have the same adorable matching grins as the picture of them playing with their alphabet blocks hanging in the kitchen?

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It's barely mid-morning and already Beau's fucking tired of work. Saturday's are always busy but fuck, don't all these people have better things to do than come and demand really fucking complicated rich ass people sandwiches?

“They're not sandwiches they're subs you fuckwit” James says in a high-pitched voice that almost perfectly mimics their shift manager Denise who is thankfully on her lunch break and therefore not around to write them up.

“I'll sub you” Beau retorts, wishing that he wasn't in the middle of a very complicated honey-mayo-bacon-a million other fucking things order so he could squirt tomato sauce in his fellow employees face although fellow employee might be a bit much considering Beau's not entirely sure what the fuck it is James does besides sample cheese and put subs into the toaster. He has no idea how his moronic best friend hasn't been fired a million times over.

Beau tries not to cause more than his fair share of trouble, he needs this job. They've got bills to pay and rent to cover because the government thinks the minimum award wage his mother pulls on her twelve hour shifts at a nursing home is somehow enough to cover their shitty little three bedroom houso in an even shittier neighbourhood. And his school fees, because no amount of arguing has ever gotten his mother to let him change from the private catholic school he hates to the local public high school which sure he'd probably hate as well but at least it'd be a hell of a lot cheaper.

Six hours later Beau finally hands over his last sub, lets his head drop with a thud onto the cool glass of their display case. He's so tired and he's got the joy of going home to make a start on the pile of homework he's got because he has to pass his HSC, needs the marks to make something of himself even though he's got no idea what he wants to be.

Jai isn't the best at reading, not as smooth and fluent as his mother, or able to get into character like Beau and no one tells stories as good as their nonna does, especially when she's had a glass or seven of wine.

He can read though, and Luke always reassures him that he sounds just fine, that maybe the way Jai psychoanalyses every single pause and stumbled word is a little over the top.

Luke's gotten hooked on The Hunger Games, how Jai doesn't know because none of them are readers and it's not like Luke's actually seen the film, stubbornly refusing to pay to sit in a dark room when he can do it for free but yet here they are, wasting precious weekend time curled up in Luke's bed reading a giant fucking book.

It's not that big really but when you know you've got to read the entire thing aloud it's a little daunting and if it was anyone but his twin Jai would flat out refuse. There's a reason audio books were invented, nice people who can read nicely with nice voices reading properly. Genius.

But whenever Jai brings it up Luke just does his trademark pout and says that Jai's his favourite and there's no way Jai could ever say no.

Jai has in fact seen the movie, and maybe he wasn't really paying that much attention due to James and Skips popcorn fight but there's a lot of stuff in the book that he doesn't remember seeing on the screen. Not that he really cares, but he wonders if it would matter to Luke if he knew. He wonders if he should tell him.

They always end up in Luke's bed, mostly because his room is by default cleaner although Jai really does try to leave a permanent path in his own and Luke's bed is always made and somehow comfier and his blankets softer even though they have the exact same set.

Jai can't complain too much however, because Luke curls up next to him in the most sincere way, makes sure his eyes are closed as he cuddles up and rests his head on whatever part of Jai he's decided is the most pillow-like today, listens in mostly silence except for the occasional snicker or sad little noise when something bad happens, like one of the many, many deaths or social injustices they've encountered so far.

There's always a can of coke or something on Luke's bedside table and usually they get through a few chapters a day, sometimes one of the boys bounding in and demanding either a turn to read or to cuddle up on Jai's other side and listen too. Daniel is definitely the latter, even if his attention can't be held unless you know, someone is actively being killed. James likes to read and Beau, most of the time Beau just comes in and is annoying as fuck until Luke indignantly calls for their mum to bail him out of the inevitable fight him and Jai get into.

Luke always kisses him when they're done, whatever part of Jai is closest – and Jai generally tries to make that his lips because kissing Luke is awesome, but he'll take a cheek or a temple or just anywhere Luke chooses. He gets a tiny whispered thank you as well, like it's a secret between them, a silent side to something they generally try to avoid talking about in anything but jokes and sometimes Jai's glad that Luke can't see him crying.

Some things in case you have time for things (Or just scroll down whatever)

Thing 1 – This fic exists in a verse where the guys have already sorted all their shit out and Beau can not play/safeword out if he wants to (But who are we kidding the only name that rhymes with slut is Beau)

Thing 2 – I really should've started with something easier like maybe just a pairing not all five of them

Thing 3 – After so much time trying to write US-based fics it's quite nice but also weird to do Australian

Thing 4 – You can bet your bottom dollar this will be continued

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Out of all of them, Luke has the shortest temper, is the quickest to rise to whatever bait is dangled in his direction. Luke gets angry in the moment and let's it go the next.

Jai isn't like that, he knows.

He can and will hold a grudge until the end of time, until he gets a satisfactory ending; whether it be an apology or suitable revenge. He simmers, calculated. It's what makes him good at dealing with Beau he supposes, makes him the unquestionable leader.

Sometimes Beau doesn't stop. He just goes and goes and goes, bouncing around and running his mouth and trying to goad them into following along with him and most of the time they do, because Beau has that kind of pull, a wicked smirk that just makes you want to make him happy and brilliantly stupid ideas to match.

Tonight though, his older brothers relentless enthusiasm and inability to sit still for more than zero point five seconds is grating.

They've been on tour for nearly three weeks and sleep is increasingly hard to come by and it's going to be a rare hotel night once they're finished up backstage, James and Skip in the showers and Luke retracing his steps to figure out just where he left his phone this time.

And Jai knows that really, Beau can't help it, the post-show adrenaline hard to wind down from sometimes for them all but he's just so tired and Beau's so loud and all Jai wants is a huge comfy bed and maybe some ice cream from room service.

It's probably better he gets Beau at least a little bit sorted before Luke comes back. His twin isn't really into the subtle warm up that the rest of them are.

Shoving his phone into his pocket and zipping up his backpack, Jai turns his attention to Beau, who's found himself an office chair and is gleefully crashing himself into walls complete with very loud sound effects.

“Beau” Jai calls, “Beau, stop”

Beau either doesn't hear or ignores him, sends himself into another wall with a sharp crack of plastic and Jai glances at their dressing room door,.

“Beau” He says, a little louder.

Still nothing.

Jai crosses the room in one swift movement, catches Beaus shoulder mid-journey to the adjacent wall and the chair skitters to a stop, Beau looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Sup?” He says with a grin and Jai tightens his grip, digs his fingers into muscle and it's ever so slight but Beau's expression slips for just a moment into something else. It's what Jai's looking for.

“Enough” Jai says, voice low. “Fucking settle”

“Bite me” Beau taunts, sneakers squeaking against the lino as he tries to lever himself away and if it wasn't going to cause a shitstorm Jai totally would, would sink his teeth into his brothers skin until it bruises, dark purple marks in the shape of his incisors, get James to hold Beau still so he can draw blood.

Instead Jai does the next best thing, changes his grip from Beau's shoulder to his hair and yanks his head back and slaps him across the face. The sound of it echoes across the room and Beau lets out a indignant wail, lips pulling up into a snarl.

He doesn't fight back though, even though he's probably stronger than Jai, loathe as Jai is to admit it and that's all the encouragement he needs to do it again, his second hit bringing the blood to Beau's cheek a dark flushed red.

“Gonna behave yourself now?” Jai asks, lessening the pressure on Beau's hair a little, stroking through the soft strands while he gives his brother time to think about the right answer. Beau never goes down easy.

“Go fuck yourself” Beau growls, taking advantage of Jai's leniency and propelling himself away, across the room again and Jai hasn't slept in near twenty six hours he does not have the patience for this.

Fortunately for him, and well, unfortunately for Beau it's at the exact moment the chair hits the wall that the door opens and Luke appears, phone in hand. It takes his twin a second to flick his gaze between them before Jai sees it click as he shuts the door again behind him, wedges his phone into his pocket.

“Beau, what the fuck are you doing?”

Beau looks up suprised and Jai smirks a little, because Beau might push him but it's another thing altogether to push Luke.

“Well?” Luke presses, striding across the room and coming to stand next to Beau, arms crossed.

“Nothing” Beau mumbles, barely audible.

“What was that?”

“Nothing” Beau says a little louder, hands clenched into fists by his sides and Jai can already see the bulge in his loose grey trackies, the evidence that Beau wants this, fucking adores being messed around by his own fucking brothers and his best fucking friends.

“See,” Luke drawls, “I don't think it was nothing. I think that you thought since it was just Jai you weren't going to listen like you're supposed to”

Beau stays quiet, eyes on the floor.

“I think you've forgotten your place”

With that, Luke shoves Beau out of the chair and onto the floor in one quick move and Jai feels sorry for his brother as his knees slam into the concrete floor, the older barely catching himself with his hands.

Luke isn't satisfied though, digs the toe of his vans into Beau's side.

“Get on your fucking knees”

This time Beau complies, quickly folding himself forward, resting on his knees and elbows, head bowed.

Luke kicks him in the thigh anyway, Beau yelping and dropping his head even further, forehead pressed against the floor.

“Much better” Luke announces, “Now stay”

Luke leaves Beau then, going to pack up his things and Jai watches, tosses over Luke's hairbrush when requested. It's blissfully silent.

The door opens again and Beau jumps, head flinging upwards and Jai knows it's because he's worried about who's on the other side even though him kneeling on the floor would hardly be the weirdest thing Ronnie or any of their crew have walked in on. They have an after-show policy to avoid that kind of thing anyway, which is why when James and Skip appear freshly showered and in Skip's case, wearing pajamas Luke drops his bag to the floor with a thud and storms back over to Beau, foot pressing against his spine.

“I.fucking.said.stay” Luke spits as James closes the door behind him, locks it for good measure.

Beau lets out a tiny whine, curls back into his original position but Luke removes his foot and reaches for Beau's arm instead, pulling him to his feet and wrenching said arm behind Beau's back and across the room James makes a face that only someone who's dislocated their shoulder about a million times would make. Luke knows when to stop though, a perfect line between causing Beau to cry out in pain and applying enough pressure to ensure the message gets through.

“Someone's in trouble” Skip sings and Luke's serious face falters for a second, a smile gracing his features because Daniels always been great at defusing everything at just the right time.

“James,” Luke says, “You wanna get something from your bag?”

James always carries their toys, something about the rest of them not being mature enough to keep them hidden and Jai would resent that assumption except it's absolutely true, and the origin of their dildo video because once upon a time Skip really had dropped a brand new purchase in the middle of Woolies while trying to find his wallet. It was not their finest hour.

“Anything specific?” James asks, pulling a bright pink bag out of his usual travel bag, the theory that it's less mysterious than a plain, nondescript black bag. Who would want to be caught going through some dudes bright pink bag?

Luke shrugs. “Anything you like”

James likes lots of things, and they have a lot of things. The possibilities are almost endless.

Tonight though, James retrieves a classic. A dark blue plug with just a hint of metallic sheen to it (Jai likes shiny things okay so sue him), longer than it is wide and ridged ever so slightly. It's a personal favourite of all of theirs.

“And lube” Skip prompts, and James digs around in his bag a bit more.

“I think” Jai says slowly, “that since Beau doesn't want to listen he doesn't deserve our help”

Beau fights Luke's grip a little at the words and Jai smirks. Beau doesn't like them not touching him.

Luke shoves him forward. “Strip” He commands and Beau's quick to obey, limbs awkward and heavy as he pulls off his shirt and pants, exposing the wet spot on his baby blue underwear where his cock's stretched the fabric out just so.

Daniel leans forward and smacks Beau's ass, causing him to squeak and jump another step forward into Jai's reach and of course Jai takes the opportunity to give his brothers perfectly toned ass a a hard slap as well.

“Pretty sure Lukey said strip” Daniel says and Beau nods jerkily, tugging his underwear down and off as well, keeping his head low as the material hits the ground and his cock springs upward.

James holds out the toy and bottle of lube.