Jaiâs back hurts after the Chair Dunk Challenge so Luke gives him a massage.
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.
âStop being such a whiny fucking bitch!â Beau snaps eventually, waving his brownie mix covered spoon threateningly at him, âLuke come get Mr prissy-pants and deal with it, would youâ he hollers upstairs and Jai just flips him off as Luke appears in the kitchen, head tilted questioningly.
âWhat?â
âTake Jai upstairs and I don't know, suck his dick or something so he stops bitching about his fucking backâ Beau repeats, âJust don't be too loud, it's fucking weird that you guys get me hardâ
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.
âFine, upstairsâ 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.
âGet nakedâ 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.
âThat bad?â 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. âYou barely made it up the stairs, there's no way i'm sucking you offâ He says firmly and Jai promptly tightens his grip, âC'monâ 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.
âI'll give you a massageâ 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,
âDon't sit on meâ He says quickly, knows how much it'll hurt from previous Beau-related experience.
âNot a dumbassâ 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, âIt'll make it betterâ 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 â 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.
âYou sure?â 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 heâs 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.
âEasyâ Luke says, like Jai can't feel how hard he is, knows the stickiness is just his own precome, not just the oil.
âPlease?â 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,
âLukeâ He whines desperately, hand reaching out to Luke's free one, gripping tight and he squeezes his eyes shut, âLuke, pleaseâ
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.
âWhat, Jai?â Luke says, hips pressing up of their accord, âJaaai?â
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.
âI'm just gonna - âLuke 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.
âI hear come has healing propertiesâ 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.
A/N: Nothing like a bit of sexytimes to welcome myself back eh
It's hot. So fucking hot. Not in the good, humid Melbournian way they're used to no this heat is dry, sucking the breath from your lungs and drenching you in horrible sweat that is somehow dry as well. There's no breeze, no clouds and nowhere to run.
The air conditioning in their hotel room is shit and Daniel's not sure whether it's just the room or the entire hotel and honestly he doesn't fucking care anymore, any fight he had in him has been drained by the relentless heat and what he had had left the show had sucked from him and all he wants is a peaceful shower and to go to bed naked and covered with ice cubes.
And that's exactly what he's going to do. Despite the heat the bathroom is a tiny bit cooler, the tiles not as sticky warm as he'd thought they'd be and he's just put his bag on the counter and is taking off his shirt when Beau swirls into the room, bringing another cloud of hot air with him.
âSkippyrooâ He says seriously, and if it wasn't so hot Daniel would kill him for the nickname but right now he just ignores Beau, digging through his bag for a razor before he becomes some kind of neck-bearded werewolf creature that no one wants to fuck.
âBabeâ Beau prompts again, stepping forward and pressing his sweat-damp shirt against his naked back where it sticks in the most disgusting way and it's one of the few times Daniel is willing to admit he doesn't want his boyfriend anywhere near him.
âIt's too fucking hot, get offâ He grumbles but Beau just hmm's in his ear, breath heavy as he presses closer and oh, oh. Only on the hottest day of their entire lives would Beau have a boner.
âGo fuck yourselfâ Daniel says, pointedly wriggling his way out of Beau's grip, razor in hand and heads over to open the shower door, starts the water running and he holds his hand under the flow as it goes from mostly warm to a pleasant cold and he sets the razor onto the little shelf and goes to pull his pants off.
âThe whole idea of having a boyfriend is not having to do thatâ Beau says cheekily, leaning forward to smack his bare ass as his pants hit the floor and it's only because of the many years of Brooks brothers ass slaps that Daniel doesn't squeal like a bitch. This time, anyway.
âIt's too hotâ He protests again, stepping into the shower and he can't help but moan a little at the cool water on his head, making him forget a little about the heat that awaits outside.
âBut i'm hornyâBeau whines, cocking his hip and pouting. âPlease?â
It's not that Daniel doesn't want to fuck just fuck, it's so fucking hot. Then again, Jai always tells him that dealing with Beau is all about the art of compromise and who is he to deny the opportunity to both get off and make Beau happy while getting him off too?
âGet in the showerâ He says in exasperation, âOn your kneesâ
So basically I got distracted by 124735 other things but after spending the last three days catching up on all the videos, doing some extensive Twiiter stalking and such I think iâm ready to try some more fic for these fuckers so please feel free to send some prompts my way :D (Also have a few fics of my own to put up kinda soonish)
The twins turn twenty and Beau buys them matching beanies. Oh, and a double ended dildo.
The thing no one tells you about having twin brothers is how fucking difficult it is to buy them presents.
You can't get them the same thing because they're 'individuals' and it's 'a cop out Beau, we'll fucking kill you' but you can't get two really cool things because inevitably they'll start arguing because Luke would probably like to share whereas Jai is a little more possesive of things given specifically to him and it's just a disaster every single time.
It's exactly why they've been bought school shoes and bed sheets from relatives in the past. It's just too hard.
This year though, the twins'll be twenty and Beau wants to get them something they'll both really, really like.
And he knows they will. Hopes they will. If it's a success, it'll be something that all three of them can enjoy.
His present idea started with the bag o'dildos video because it had of course, involved going to an adult shop and buying a bunch of comically large dicks. With the thing they have, him and Luke and Jai, sex toys are already involved. They've got a few vibrators and cock rings and last years secret Christmas present from his boys was a glow in the dark fleshlight.
But beyond the massive plastic cocks Beau had spotted something else in a corner and okay, it is a present that is equally as much for him as it is for Luke and Jai and he's chosen it with sharing in mind.
Of course, the kind of present Beau's bought isn't one that can be opened at the dinner table in front of their huge family during birthday lunch so he also gets two more appropriate gifts.
Matching grey beanies with little knitted cat ears. They're going to kill him, but the minute Beau saw them he knew he wouldn't be leaving K-mart without them.
âI'm going to kill youâ Luke says as he unwraps his first, tearing off the paper and his famous glare only increases when Jai's finished carefully unwrapping his.
âI hate cats and you know itâ Jai says with a pout, until their mum clears her throat and the two of them face him with matching sweet smiles that don't quite reach their eyes.
âThank you Beau!â They say in unison, and Luke kicks him in the shin under the table.
It's many hours later when the last of their aunts is on her merry way back to Sydney and Nonna Mia is packing up her ridiculously large handbag so she and their mum can get on the road for the two hour trip back out to her little suburban house.
It'll mean that Beau and the birthday boys will be alone for a good three hours at least. Plenty of time before Skip and James turn up for their trip into the city to get good and fucked up.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Luke punches him in the balls.
âOw!â Beau shrieks, âWhat the fuck was that for?â (He knows exactly what it's for)
âYou know exactly whatâ Jai says, âFucking matching beanies you fucking fuckâ
Jai swears a lot when he's mad.
Luke comes at him again and Beau raises his hands, takes a few hurried steps back.
âI got you something else!â He says in a rush, hoping that neither of them try to hit him in the dick again. He's hopefully going to need it in a minute.
Luke pauses. âSomething else?â
âIf it's matching scarves neither of us are gonna touch you till next yearâ Jai growls and Beau just grins.
âOn my bedâ He says and there's a split second of still and silence before Luke and Jai look at each and bolt towards the door, shoving each other as they both try to fit through the frame at once.
By the time Beau comes in behind them Luke's got the bright red box firmly in his hands, struggling to keep it away from Jai's grasp.
âIt's not going to work if you don't learn to shareâ Beau says cheekily, throwing himself down on the edge of his bed.
âYeah Luke, sharing is caringâ Jai whines, still unable to disolodge the box from his twins hands.
âYou fucking share!â
âWhy don't you just open itâ Beau interjects, mainly because if he doesn't his boys will start fighting and for at least today he'd prefer is they didn't have angry fight make up sex. Normal birthday sex is just fine.
Luke relents, allows Jai to grab the other side of the box and together they tug at the ribbon and Beau would never say it out loud (Or he would, but again, no fight sex today) but they look adorable.
The ribbon comes off and Luke rustles through the navy blue tissue paper before he pulls out the plastic package.
There's silence. Dead silence.
Jai and Luke look at their gift. Luke and Jai look at each other. Jai and Luke look back at the gift. Each other. Gift. Each other before finally they both stare at him, expressions unreadable.
It's not entirely the reaction Beau was after. The gift responsible is a dark, glittery purple double ended dildo so you know, he was expecting something. Anything other than the silence he's receiving.
âIt's our birthdayâ Luke says slowly, face giving away nothing. âIt's our birthday and you want us to do all the work?â
âThat hardly seems fairâ Jai adds, tugging the toy from Lukes hand. âIt doesn't even vibrate or anything it's literally all up to usâ
âBut you'd look fucking hotâ Beau blurts out and his brothers start to smirk at him then, innocent expressions giving way to something darker, more dangerous.
âThat may be soâ Jai drawls, âBut again, it's our birthday and we really shouldn't have to do anything, right Luke?â
âRightâ Luke agrees easily, âBut maybe if you're really, really good for us we can come to an agreementâ
Beau nods, head bobbing like one of those little hula girls their tour manager always seems to have in whatever vehicle they're travelling in. He can be good, get to see his boys use their present.
A/N: This has been sitting in my fic folder for ages so I presume that i'm not going to finish it but just use your imaginations because it's great to imagine yes
Twin. Noun. Plural Noun; twins. Something containing or consisting of two matching or corresponding parts.
Jai's always been a puzzle, but this is a piece Luke doesn't have.
Ft. Sick!Jack and Protective!Everyoneelse
The twenty-two minutes it takes for their mum to come through the doors wide eyed and panic stricken just like them is the longest twenty-two minutes Luke's ever experienced. He's quickly wrapped up in a quick hug before him and Beau are practically dragged to front desk which is ridiculous because they're both very, very willing.
Of course there's paperwork. Questions to answer and Beau digs their mums purse for her Medicare card.
âCan't they go ahead?â
The nurse shakes her head. âIt's against policyâ
Fuck policy.
Luke's counted the tiles on the floor at least three times before they're finally done, another nurse swiping her card to unlock the ward doors so they can scramble in.
âJai Brooks?â She asks, and none of them can say yes fast enough.
âJust this wayâ
Luke was never really aware of how many people could be crammed into not the worlds biggest space. There's crying children and old people and nurses and doctors everywhere, capped off by a smell he can only label as clean.
At the end of the second blue curtained row is Jai. Their mum gets to him first and underneath her arms he disappears from view for a moment before she pulls away and Luke can get a proper glimpse.
He knows they're the same, not short weedy guys by any means but Jai looks so, so fucking tiny and fragile.
âJaiâ Luke manages to squeak out, stepping forward and reaching out to rest a hand on a sheet covered knee.
âLukeyâ Jai says quietly, before he tilts his head so their mum can stroke her hands through his hair.
âMammaâ
âWhat about me?â Beau interjects and it breaks the tension a little as Jai manages a watery sort of smile, waggles his fingers in Beau's direction and Luke resists the urge to claim that it's their thing, not meant for Beau.
âHow do you feel?â
Jai looks thoughtful. âLike shitâ He says, âBut better?â
Luke can't see better. There's a bandage around Jai's wrist and a bunch of IV tubes pressing into his skin and he's still white as snow, eyes still not quite right.
âDid anyone tell you what was wrong?â
Jai shakes his head âThey just keep poking me and whisperingâ
Luke shudders. Fuck. What if something is really wrong?
âThis is all my faultâ He blurts out, unable to keep his guilt from slipping past his lips.
âSweetheartâ Their mum says gently but Luke interrupts her, not ready for comfort just yet.
âJai wasn't right weeks ago and I should've said something but I thought it was nothing! I'm his twin!â
Luke finds himself under Beau's arm. âThis isn't anybody's fault okay, it's just a shitty thing that happenedâ Beau says, and their mum smiles reassuringly at him but even Luke can see it doesn't quite reach her eyes.
Luke expects to see doctors and nurses, having people coming in and out like Jai had said but what really happens is nothing and when Beau finally catches a nurses attention she just tells them someone will be with them shortly.
There's only two chairs in the little cubicle and their mum takes the one closest to Jai and Beau the other and Luke's not sure if he should demand to sit on Beaus lap or ask Jai to move his legs or maybe he should just stand there because it's not like he deserves a chair anyway.
He's considering his options for all of thirty seconds before Jai wiggles himself over in his bed a bit and gives him a pointed look.
âCuddleâ Jai requests, patting the spot beside him.
Luke shakes his head, âDon't wanna hurt youâ He mumbles and Jai frowns, pats the spot again.
âI'm fineâ Jai says, âI mean apart from the fact that I can feel like, where the needle or whatever it is poking into my hand whenever I move it and if you would just get over here I could stop doing itâ
Luke can't say no to that, because surely he's already hurt Jai enough.
It takes them a minute to get settled, Jai having to hold his hand up so Luke doesn't inadvertently rip out the IV and Luke's first thought is Jai's skin is cold despite the blanket and he presses close to his twin, wraps an arm around his waist under the covers. He can fix this, right?
Jai falls asleep at some point, head a dead weight against Luke's shoulder and his brother must be exhausted because there is no other way he could possibly be sleeping through the crying baby and beeping and booping and stomping of feet that seem to pass them every three seconds.
Beau stays strangely quiet, just scrolling through his phone and their mum just sits there, hand in Jai's.
The noise of the curtain being pulled back makes all of them jump at the sight of a middle aged man and two youngers ones, understudies Luke supposes, and a tiny part of his brain thinks about how cool it would be to have people follow you around because you're just that important.
Their mum and Beau immediately stand, chairs scraping across the lino and Luke tenses, apprehensive.
âI'm Doctor Carterâ The man introduces himself, âAnd these are two of my students, if you'd be okay with having them here as well?â
âIt's fineâ Their mum says quickly, still holding on to Jai's hand. âWhat's going on, is Jai alright?â
âMs Brooks,â Doctor Carter says gently, and that's how Luke knows somethings wrong, because his voice is all wrong, the look on his face all wrong and it's like being in the middle of every single awful episode of angsty hospital based television he's every seen except this is worse because it's fucking real.
The Doctor looks to him then, nods towards Jai. âDid you want to wake him up, it's always better when mine isn't the first face people seeâ
Luke does not appreciate the joke.
He nudges Jai. âJai, wake upâ He murmurs and Jai can't have been sleeping as deeply as Luke had thought because he does so, face scrunching up before he opens his eyes and looks confused for a moment before he looks around the room and seems to remember where he is.
âWhassgoinon?â Jai says, voice still croaky with sleep.
âDoctors hereâ Beau fills in, âand since he's not wearing a suit or anything I guess you don't have ebola after allâ
Jai and the two student doctors all look amused and Luke makes sure his own expression doesn't change.
âDoctor,â Their mum presses, âIs Jai okay?â
âHe's going to be just fineâ The Doctor says and for a second the knot in Luke's stomach loosens.
âBut,â He continues, âWe're looking at a diagnosis of type one diabetes, but we'd like to keep monitoring him to be sure before we organise a reference for our pediatric endocrinology unit upstairsâ
Luke stops breathing.
Beau's the first to react. âWhat?â He whispers, before he gets louder. âThat's that thing right, with the eating too much sugar and fuck Jai's not like that, we go to the fucking gym and play soccer!â
Luke can honestly admit he has no idea what diabetes is, or what Beau's now yelling about. Everything seems like white noise and he can't even turn his head to look at Jai.
âBeau calm downâ Their mother warns, âPlease, yelling isn't going to helpâ
She looks like she's going to cry and Luke aches for her. Something is actually wrong with Jai.
Underneath the blankets, Jai's hand finds his and grips tightly.
It feels like forever before the doctor speaks up again.
âType one isn't caused by anything anyone can control and we're still not sure what triggers it, however,â He looks at Beau, âNothing your brother did or didn't do or eat would've changed this outcomeâ
Their mum clears her throat but Luke can still hear the way her voice is strained.
âThere's no cure, is there?â
Jai's hand grips even tighter.
âIt's perfectly manageable but no, there is no cureâ
The noise she makes then is awful, a howl almost before she bursts into rough sobs and Luke doesn't know what to do because he doesn't understand at all, just that there's something wrong with Jai and they can't fix it and he's fucked up so, so badly that it's everything he can do not to let go of Jai's hand and run.
Beau's pulling their mum into hug and then Jai's crying beside him and they all come together, surrounding Jai and Luke cries as well and Jai still refuses to let go of his hand.
Luke doesn't know how long they stay huddled together for, but it's long enough that the guilt has come to a rolling boil inside him because maybe, maybe he could've stopped this.
He looks up at the doctor, swallows past the lump in his throat.
âJai's been differentâ He mumbles, âFor weeks and weeks and I didn't say anything I thought, I thought he was just being a dick or something but I knew something wasn't right and I didn't say....â
He trails off at the end, can't bring himself to actually ask the question.
Doctor Carter just nods thoughtfully at him. âThere are a number of early symptoms, which is probably what you noticedâ He says, âThings that you might've seen that no one else, especially if you're particularly closeâ
Of course they're close, they're fucking brothers is what Luke wants to say, wants to fight back and defend himself even though he knows he hasn't got a leg to stand on.
âWhat happened today,â The doctor continues, âis the culmination of all those symptoms into what we refer to as ketoacidosis which is almost exclusively a condition related to type oneâ
Luke must look absolutely miserable, because the Doctors face softens for a moment. âEven if you'd said something when you first noticed it wouldn't have had much of an effect beyond a slightly less dramatic entrance to the hospitalâ
Luke believes him, but the guilt doesn't move an inch all the same. He still could've stopped this at least, shouldn't have let Jai get to the this point, lying next to him in a hospital bed.
âI don't understandâ Jai whispers from beside him, âW-whats wrong with me?â he starts to cry again, hand pulling from Lukes as he reaches for their mum.
The conversation that follows is long and painful. Words fly around like a hurricane and Luke can't catch them fast enough, can only pick up bits and pieces of the broken puzzle that's his twin. Somehow, someway Jai's body has failed him after nineteen normal fucking years, nineteen years of them being two halves of a whole and now Luke feels like they're a million miles apart.
It's overwhelming for all of them, tears flowing and no matter how many times Luke repeats everything in his head it still doesn't make any sense. How can Jai have been completely fine for nineteen years and then just grind to a stop, have an organ in his body decide to give up the ghost?
Outwardly it hits their mother the hardest and Beau the loudest but Jai's silence speaks volumes because he's hardly said a word amongst the conversation just nodding occasionally and saying okay in a tiny voice.
Luke doesn't know what to do, what to say.
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I still haven't decided on the pairing for this fic, but it's now between Luke/Jai and Beau/Luke/Jai but I can still totally see Jai/James this is becoming quite the problem you have no idea
Twin. Noun. Plural Noun; twins. Something containing or consisting of two matching or corresponding parts.
Jaiâs always been a puzzle, but this is a piece Luke doesnât have. Â
Ft. Sick!Jai and Protective!Everyoneelse
On Wednesday it's just the three of them at home, lounging around eating Doritos and drinking a weird brown coloured but absolutely delicious combination of all the soft drinks in the house.
And by all three of them Luke just means him and Beau. Jai is once again in his room being a little bitch. Luke doesn't know what to do beyond hope Jai sorts whatever it is he's got going on out. And make sure he's not in the firing range. Jai knows exactly how to press all of his buttons.
âThis is fucking stupidâ Beau snaps eventually, well into their second packet of chips. âI'm going to get Jai and he's going to eat Doritos whether he likes it or notâ
Jai of course, does not like it.
âFucking put me down!â Is the shriek from their room a few seconds after Beau disappears, âBeau you cunt put me down!â and sure enough Beau reppears with Jai slung over his shoulder, dropping him onto the lounge with a thud.
âListenâ Beau says firmly, âHave a fucking Dorito and lighten the fuck up, okayâ
Jai goes to get up and Beau pushes him back down again.
âBeauâ Jai growls, âFucking let me goâ
It escalates from there, to Jai and Beau rolling around the living room floor, Luke taking their bottle of drink and retreating as the two of them roll around effectively crushing all the Doritos and screaming blue murder at each other, both evenly matched and it's normal, it's what they do, they fight and fight until they can't anymore and call a truce and any minute now they'll quit and Luke will hand the bottle round and everything will be fine.
Except it isn't.
Somewhere in between the lounge and an armchair the fights come to halt and Beau's voice rises in the sudden silence.
âJai?â
âFuck offâ Jai snaps back but it's lacking it's previous intensity and Luke puts the bottle on the coffee table and hesitantly approaches.
âAre you gonna puke?â Beau asks, âBecuase if you throw up on me I will personally make sure I throw up in your mouthâ
âNot gonna throw upâ Jai says quietly, âBut can you get off me?â
Luke pokes his head over the side of the lounge as Beau let's Jai out of the four-limbed grip he'd had him in.
âHe just went all limpâ Beau says, âI think he's going to throw upâ
Jai is considerably paler than usual and Beau's description of limp kind of fits the way he's not even bothering to move out of what looks like an uncomfortably pretzeled position.
âJai, you okay?â Luke comes around the armchair to nudge his twins shoulder.
âI'm fineâ Jai murmurs, âJust feel sickâ
âSo you are going to throw upâ Beau says, and Luke swats at him.
âNot helpingâ
Beau shrugs. âYou wanna sit up?â He asks Jai, who nods and folds himself sideways before he manages to right himself, a tiny whine coming from the back of his throat.
âJai?â Jai squeezes his eyes shut.
âTalk to meâ Luke presses,
âStomach hurtsâ Jai whispers, âcan you get me some water i'm thirstyâ
âI'll goâ Beau offers, patting Jai on the head as he stands up and heads into the kitchen.
Jai gets about half the glass down before his fingers clench around it and he squeezes his eyes shut again.
âMaybe I will throw upâ He says through gritted teeth and immdiately Beau backs up, looks wary.
âBathroomâ Luke prompts, prising the glass from Jai's hands and pulling his brother to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist the second Jai's knees wobble. Jesus christ.
âYou are so not okayâ Jai's leaning nearly all of his weight against him.
It's a slow walk to the bathroom and Luke's properly worried even as Beau tries to keep things light, jokes about how Jai's probably got ebola and they're all going to die so they might as well have an orgy involving a lot of peanut butter. Jai ends up sitting on the floor resting against the side of the bathtub, hunched forward as he breathes way too harshly for the ten metres or so they've come.
âMum'll be home soonâ Luke tries to soothe, ignore the ache in his chest that demands he do something, anything to make sure Jai's alright.
âShe'll probably make you drink some of that weird shit Nonna always brings from her friends in Sydneyâ
All of them collectively shudder at the thought. The mysterious fishy herb liquid might very well cure colds and stuff but only if doesn't cause sudden death with how awful it is.
Jai reaches a hand out, patting it against Luke's knee unti Luke figures out what he wants, tangling their fingers together and Jai's hand is clammy, his fingers clenching and unclenching like he's not even aware of it.
Somethings not right. Luke can feel it curled in his gut, leeching through his veins.
âCall mumâ He tells Beau, âCall her right nowâ
âNo, noâ Jai protests, but there's no real fight in it and he leans sideways, head now on Luke's shoulder.
âMy phones charging in my roomâ Beau says, âYell if you need meâ
âLukeyâ Jai mumbles, his grips on Luke's hand going lax. âLukeyâ
Luke moves so Jai's upright again, âJai, Jai look at meâ
Jai's eyes take forever to focus on him and when they do they're glassy, vacant.
Beau comes back phone in hand, âMums stuck in traffic on the freeway and can't talk because the police are fucking everywhereâ he says, âBut she said to put him in the bath maybe, if he has a temperature?â
Luke raises a hand to Jai's forehead. It's sweaty and clammy like his hands but not fever sweaty.
âNo bathâ Jai mumbles.
âNo bathâ Luke says, âHe's not that hotâ
Beau doesn't make a joke this time.
They sit with Jai for what feels like forever and he does eventually throw up, Beau bolting out of the room and peering concernedly around the doorframe inbetween Jai's retches.
âI feel dizzyâ Jai says, leaning back against the sink and it's only sheer luck that he doesn't catch his head on the corner when he drops suddenly.
Luke screams.
He's on his knees in an instant, Beau beside beside as he shakes Jai's shoulder. âJai! Jai wake up!â
âI'm calling an ambulanceâ Beau says in a panic, reaching for his phone again.
Jai doesn't respond for the longest time but eventually Luke gets a long groan out of him and his eyes slide open, just as glassy as before. Beau's practically yelling into the phone, directions and frustrated I don't fucking knows falling from his lips as he paces back and forth.
âStay awakeâ Luke demands, because he's seen enough crime shows and action movies to know that's what people say, what you're supposed to do, right? Jai not being out cold is a good thing.
Jai just stares at him and over the rushing in his ears Luke follows Beau's instructions to roll him on his side, tugs off his hoodie and puts it under Jai's head as they wait.
Luke tries to get Jai to talk but it's not all that successful, just the occasional whine of his name or Beaus and fuck he should've said something, done something weeks ago. This is all his fault.
Luke rides shotgun in the ambulance not because he'd wanted to but because the look in Beau's eyes when he'd told him to get in the fucking front couldn't be argued with, not this time.
They only catch a glimpse of Jai once they arrive at the hospital, a pale figure covered in one of those white blankets with the reflective strips on it. Luke knows better than to try and push his way past to follow no matter how much his instincts tell him not to let Jai out of his sight for even a moment.
They're herded to the emergency waiting room and the triage desk and Beau has to do the talking because Luke can't, can't think of anything other than JaiJaiJai he needs to be with Jai.
When the nurse informs them that they won't be allowed to see Jai until their mum arrives Luke loses it.
âYou have to fucking let me in, he's my brother!â Luke yells, pounding his fists against the plexiglass, âCome the fuck on!â
Beau's arms wrap around his middle and drag him backwards and Luke knows he should stop fighting but he can't, he needs to go to his twin.
âFucking listenâ Beau growls in his ear as a pair of security guards approach them, âYou need to get your shit together right now or you're gonna get thrown out and then what will Jai do?â
Luke stops struggling, tries to shove what he's feeling way, way down, lifts his hands innocently towards the security guys.
âHe's fine, i've got himâ Beau informs them and though they stare for a moment, they do eventually nod and retreat back to wherever it is that they came from.
Twin. Noun. Plural Noun; twins. Something containing or consisting of two matching or corresponding parts.
Jai's always been a puzzle, but this is a piece Luke doesn't have. Â
Ft. Sick!Jai and Protective!Everyoneelse
As a whole family Luke knows they're all kind of short-tempered. Their mum is pretty good at keeping her cool â otherwise lord knows she would've killed them a very long time ago, Beau just yells a lot, Jai uses avoidance and well, the whole internet knows what Luke does and he can't ignore the fact that yes, when he's mad he's an asshole. He yells and depending on the person he's angry with he might throw a few punches at them or maybe or put a hole in a wall or throw something and stomp away like a child. It's just who he is, though he does try.
Jai is the exact opposite, still prone to getting mad but maybe he got put in the naughty corner more or something when they were kids and so his response to being angry is removing himself from the situation, whether it's hiding in his room or making them stop the car or getting off the train at the wrong station. Jai isn't as confrontational, but he can still pack a punch if he really wants to which is why when Luke comes home to find Jai's got Beau pinned in the bathroom and is screaming at the top of his lungs he's a little bit scared.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â He asks, interupting Jai's frenzied pounding on the door.
âLuke!â Beau yells, âFucking call him off!â
Jai turns around and looks absolutely pissed.
âJaiâ Luke says calmly, âWhy are you trying to kill Beau?â
âHe took my drinkâ Jai snaps irritably, âIt was Nesquik and it was the bottom good partâ
Luke blinks. Getting mad over someone stealing the best part of Nesquik milk isn't really something Jai would do. Himself, absolutely, but Jai would sooner just make himself another one, or hide the Nesquik.
âThat's it?â He asks incredulously.
âIt was mineâ Jai says slowly, âIt was fucking mineâ
It takes Luke a good five minutes to talk Jai away from the door and into the kitchen where he personally makes him another Nesquik, giving Beau enough time to bail for a while, let Jai cool down.
A week later and Jai is slowly driving Luke insane and the worst part is that Luke's pretty sure it's not intentional so he can't exactly get mad and demand Jai stops getting up at all hours to piss. It's just annoying is all. He even tries swapping bunks so Jai's on the bottom for his nighttime visits and he knows Jai's trying to be silent but they're both light sleepers and after the third consecutive night Luke snaps and sends Jai to the couch. Or Beau's bed. Or outside. Anywhere so that he can have one night of fucking peace.
But he can't sleep knowing that Jai's nearby but not with him, some twisted probably twin related logic so he grabs his pillow and doona and drags it out into the living room to find Jai sitting miserably at the kitchen table.
âIt's fucking two in the morningâ Luke grumbles, âShouldn't you be asleep?â
Jai shrugs, the dark circles under his eyes illuminated by the bright florouscent light. âWas thirstyâ He mumbles, and it's only then that Luke notices the jug of water sitting next to his twin nearly empty, and Luke's sure he filled it up before he went to bed so their mom wouldn't wake them up to bitch about there being no cold water for smoothies or some shit.
âIf you stopped drinking so much maybe you wouldn't have to ruin my life by getting up to piss all the fucking timeâ
âI was thirstyâ Jai repeats slowly, âAnd it's not like i'm out here keeping you awake you didn't have to come out here at allâ
Luke frowns. âYou know why i'm hereâ
It's not like Jai would be able to sleep either, even if he didn't have the bladder of a goldfish. Jai's actually worse at the whole being apart thing.
âGo back to fucking bedâ Jai says, âI'll come in in a bitâ
One week turns into two and somehow Luke knows something isn't right with Jai. He's been an absolutely cunt lately, so much so that a few people have actually thought he was Luke pretending to be Jai and he's just different altogether and Luke can't explain what it is.
âThere's something wrong with Jaiâ He announces to Beau on Saturday afternoon in the middle of a Mario Kart battle.
Beau pauses the game and stares at him.
âNo there isn't?â
âThere isâ Luke insists, âHe's never been this much of a fuckwit in his entire lifeâ
âMaybe he just wants to be more like youâ Beau jokes and Luke punches him in the shoulder.
âI'm seriousâ He says more quietly, almost like he's nervous of Jai hearing and getting pissed off even though he's in town with James.
âPinky swear?â Beau offers a hand kind of sweaty from his grasp on the controller but Luke takes it anyway.
âPinky swear, it's not a fucking prankâ
âI'll keep an eye on himâ Beau says, âBut since he's not here right now I want to kick your ass at Rainbow Roadâ
The third week coincides with Jai refusing to leave the house. He doesn't want to go to the gym, he doesn't want to do videos and as he loudly announces before he locks himself in their bedroom when Skip comes over with his skateboard, he would really like to be left the fuck alone.
At the same time if Luke's sitting still for more than a minute Jai is there. He's on the couch watching tv, Jai's curled up beside him. He's on the bottom bunk playing COD, Jai's curled up beside him even keeping his usually snarky comments to himself. He's in the car, Jai rests his head on Luke's shoulder no matter how short the trip.
And he's started taking naps. Not that naps are an unsual thing for any of them to do, they're teenage boys who stay up way too late and sometimes get up way too early it's just never quite so often. Jai sleeps in late and goes to bed early and still Luke finds him curled in his bunk or Beau's bed or even their mums bed when they've got people round. It's weird.
Luke decides that talking to Jai is probably the proper adult thing to do. They're twins, they always share anything anyway.
He gets out the Nesquik and a packet of Tim Tams and lures Jai into the kitchen.
âPeace offering?â Luke suggests, because Jai's been mad at him since he woke up this morning.
Jai reaches for a biscuit, eats it and reaches for another before he replies, cheeks still round with chocolate. âWhat gives?â
Luke doesn't know where to start.
âYou'd, you'd tell me if you weren't okay, right?â He asks hesitantly.
Jai raises an eyebrow. âIs this an intervention or something?â He looks around the room, âIs everyone gonna jump out and start singing?â
Luke snorts. âNo, it's just like, you've been different lately, that's allâ
âI've been tiredâ Jai says cautiously, like he's unwilling to admit anything.
âAnd bitchyâ Luke throws in because he has no sense of self preservation.
âMaybe a little bitâ Jai agrees, âI dunno i'm probably getting a cold or something, you know i'm bitchy when i'm sickâ
Luke decides not to mention the part where it's been an ongoing thing.
âSo you're just tired then?â He presses, âBecause i'm pretty sure you're napping more than Beau after he gets stoned out of his mindâ
âIt takes me forever to fall asleep so they're not really napsâ Jai says, âBut i'll try not to be such an asshole, yeah?â
âIf you think you can manage itâ Luke taunts with a grin and though he's not entirely reassured Jai doesn't need to know that.
It turns out Beau agrees with him on the Jai front. Sort of, at least.
âHe's not quite Jaiâ Beau says, âBut he's not not Jai eitherâ
âYou're so helpfulâ Luke whines, âDo you think we should tell mum or take him to a doctor or something?â
Beua shakes his head. âWhat are we going to tell her, 'Hi mum Jai needs to go to the doctor because he's acting like me and you combined'?â
Beau has a point. Luke doesn't really have anything to go with. Their mum will probably just say that they're growing boys and that just because they're twins doesn't make them the same or something.
âWill you try and talk to him?â
âI'll tryâ Beau says, âBut if he kills me in my sleep you know whyâ
Several hours later Luke gets a text from Jai which calmly mentions that he is absolutely fine and not to send Beau to stalk him like some kind of horny dog.
I have not yet decided on pairing for this fic. Originally I was going to go with Luke/Jai, but then I think well it could also work as Jai/James or Jai/Beau or Jai/Luke/Beau (I can't see Jai/Daniel) so give me a pairing and a reason/scene you're imagining or something to persuade me and hopefully I can decide before I get any further in (I have about 7000 words at present) :)
Will you write an asthma!Jai one shot soon? Love your writingâŠmaybe Jai is sick and has an asthma attack and his brothers comfort him? Pretty pleaseđ
I'm not currently working on an asthma!Jai (Although it is on my to-do list), but I am doing something else involving a sick Jai with lots of Brookscuddles :)
Little Boy Blue (Beau) (Although he's thinking about James?)
It's really very obvious that James is a gigantic motherfucker. He towers over all of them, over pretty much everyone except his equally gigantic brothers and you know, other people who are also really tall and yes, James has got a big dick to match the rest of him, much to Beau's irritation and maybe sometimes delight. But he tries not to think about it too much.
Except that it's all he thinks about. James big hands and how much taller he is, how he makes Beau feel so small and the way he can throw Beau over his shoulder like he weighs nothing and many a night this tour Beau has to admit he's fallen asleep after jerking off to thoughts of James pinning him down and putting his giant cock to good use.
And it should be weird, Beau should be like, properly freaked out because he definitely likes girls and pussy and breasts but it's James. He's like Beau's brother except for how much bigger he is and how not illegal it would be to get fucked by him.
A/N: First I was really busy with work and didn't have time to write and now i've been dropped back to a miniscule amount of work so I have lots more time. Woo. I may one day extend on this to actual proper porn.
Long Way Home (Luke/Jai, Beau/Luke/Jai) (Chapter 1)
Two slow weeks pass and Easter school holidays have started, meaning that in between his own all day shifts and his mothers all-nighters they barely see each other for more than a meal and a brief chat before depending on the time, one of them is off to work or bed.
Everything takes too long, time moves too slowly and all Beau wants is for something to change, something more interesting to happen than his other best friend Daniel getting his dick stuck in a cardboard box after trying to impress a girl with a literal dick in a box.
She hadn't been impressed, and Beau is now emotionally scarred from having to free Daniels cock.
He's only a few months away from being eighteen and surely there's got to something more to his life than school and work and constantly worrying about whether they can get another extension on their electricity bill.
It's a Saturday morning and he should be sleeping in because both he and his mother have a rare day off, but he can't shake the feeling that maybe he should've asked for an extra shift or two or that at the very least he should be downstairs making his mum breakfast and actually spending time with her or hell, even taking their little fuzzy maniac of a dog, his beloved Lala for a walk.
Adult responsibilities are way too fucking hard.
He rolls over, jams a pillow over his head to block out the sounds of their anal neighbour across the road who seems to mow every goddamn day and tries to summon some more sleep. A sex dream would be nice, he hasn't one of those in ages.
After an agonising hour passes with no sleep and therefore no sexy dream, Beau resigns himself to having to get up. It's still only nine o'clock and he thinks briefly of how James and Daniel are definitely still asleep and probably having brilliant sex dreams as well. He's gonna kick them in the balls next time he sees them.
His mum's in the living room when he finally wanders out of his room, lying on the lounge watching Dr Phil and on the coffee table in front of her sit a few pieces of half eaten toast, covered thickly in something Beau has his suspicions about because he was sure they didn't have any when he went to bed last night.
âDid you go out and buy secret Nutella and not wake me up?â He whines, and his mother glances away from the TV for a moment to smirk at him.
âDidn't want to interrupt your beauty sleepâ She says, and when Beau does his very best pout she actually laughs before waving a hand toward the kitchen.
âWent out this morning to get more coffee and it was on special and-â
Beau's in the kitchen and has a spoon in the jar before his mum can even finish her sentence. It doesn't matter how she got it, all that matters is that they have Nutella again and it's a giant jar and Beau wants to marry it. Nutella is his favourite.
âDon't double dip!â Comes his mothers fond voice through the doorway, âAnd don't think I won't know!â
Beau doesn't doubt her for a minute. He's a terrible liar and his mother well versed in interrogation. He gets another spoon. (Or three.)
His many spoons in hand Beau carries his prize back to the living room, throws himself down on their sort of broken armchair and slings his feet over the side, cradling the jar on his lap.
Dr Phil is just about to lay down the law when there's a knock at the door and Beau pauses in his vigorous licking of his second delicious spoonful. There's no way Daniel or James are even awake yet, and his nonna has bingo on Saturdays and no one else usually comes round.
He must pause for too long because his mother sighs and puts down the remote.
âI'll get it, shall Iâ
Beau just shrugs, mouth now full of melted chocolatey goodness. She says it like she'd let him open the door in his Simpsons boxers anyway.
Their front doors off the main hallway in their house and Beau can't see who it is and they can't see him so he licks the chocolate from his teeth and reaches his feet across to the lounge to wrangle the remote because there's still cartoons on if he's lucky before -
âBeau Peter Brooks!â
Shit. The use of his full name is never good. Beau carefully puts the remote back down and sits up, puts his precious Nutella onto the coffee table along with his spoons and heads for the door. He hasn't done anything really bad lately, except for maybe he chased someones cat last week but it was a stupid cat anyway for hissing at him in the first place and okay, he doesn't think it's a police matter.
There's two policemen in the doorway, tall and broad shouldered, serious expressions on their faces and even if Beau had been doing something that would warrant the police coming to visit like the time he got into a fight at the train station or got caught spray painting an old warehouse, these aren't local police, instead having AFP written in bright white on their bulletproof vests and Beau's seen enough crime shows and news reports to know that the Australian Federal Police are serious business. Shitshitshit.
âBeau.â His mother says calmly, âIs there anything you want to tell me before these officers do?â
All Beau can think about is the likelihood of them tasering him. Or shooting him.
His mothers eyes narrow but before she can speak again one of the policemen clears this throat and obviously Beau isn't the only one a little freaked out because his mother immediately closes her mouth and looks nervous.
âAre you Gina Brooks, formerly living in Windsor Place?â Left-officer asks and whoa, Beau is suddenly kind of worried that maybe his mums in trouble for something even though he's got no idea what, they'd only lived in Windsor Place for maybe a month, just temporary housing because they'd had nowhere else to go after their previous private rented house had been put abruptly up for sale.
His mum nods, and the police give each other some kind of look before one of them turns around to survey the street for a moment.
âDo you mind if we step inside?â
It's not really a question as Beau steps back into the hallway and police close their shitty broken-gauze door behind them and fuck, what if they're really in trouble here?
âWe've got some news,â right-officer says, looking down at his notebook, âAbout your sons Luke and Jaidonâ
Beau blinks. Maybe the old lady next door was right about the police force getting worse every year. Surely it'd be quite clear that the he's the only kid his mother has that's still around.
A quick glance at his mum though, and she's gone white as a sheet and Beau wants to reach out for her but he's not entirely convinced any sudden movement would be a good idea.
âMy sonsâ His mother says hoarsely, âMy babies?â
âI understand this might be overwhelming to hear Ms Brooks, but they have been found alive in Thailand and arrived here this morningâ
Beau's mother makes a noise that Beau never, ever wants to hear her make again and suddenly his mind is reeling with a million thoughts a second because there must be some mistake, the police must have the wrong people because the only brothers Beau has are buried under six foot under.
But then, a little voice in the back of his head asks the only other question there is. What if they're not?
His mothers crying now, leaning back against the wall and openly sobbing and Beau has to swallow past the lump in his throat.
âMum?â He says shakily, not sure he even wants to think about the idea of the police not having the wrong people, that his mother could ever have possibly lied to him like this.
But when she looks up at him face wet with tears Beau knows somethings not right.
âI'm sorry Beauâ She whispers, âI'm so, so sorryâ
Things are a blur after that, no real time for explanations as the police are still unable to give too much away but they would really like them to come to the hospital right now to match up the DNA samples they've got and it's overwhelming on so many levels and Beau is angrier than he thinks he's ever been in his life but he has to shove it down because his mums still sobbing as they climb into the unmarked sedan and he's not about to start yelling and screaming at her.
Luke and Jai aren't dead, the car crash a complete lie and fuck, Beau can't process the idea, can only picture the matching graves in his mind, the pictures on their walls.
It's cold. The wind is biting and the rain razor sharp, the night sky made ever blacker by the storm clouds blanketing the city, covering the stars.
James has always liked the stars. So far away, so impossible, so fragile. They're beautiful. He would've liked to see them tonight, but he supposes it's for the best.
The stars might just convince him to stay.
Beau, stay true to yourself and keep the Janoskians going. Use the words awesome foursome as much as possible. Keep the boys safe.
Hold out for that special girl Jai, she's out there somewhere just waiting to meet you.
Luke, don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough. You are. Make sure Jai knows too. Take pictures of the stars for me.
Daniel, I love you. I love you Skip. I'm so sorry.
Long Way Home (Luke/Jai, endgame Beau/Luke/Jai) (Prologue)
When Beau Brooks was six years old his twin brothers were killed in a freak car accident and the driver was never found.
Twelve years later the Federal Police are outside their door and everything his mother ever told him about their family was a lie.
****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****
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?
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?
âThey're not sandwiches they're subs you fuckwitâ 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.
âI'll sub youâ 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.
He just doesn't want to work at Subway forever, that's for sure.
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 â 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.
A/N: I had a few minutes before bed and was like i'm going to write about Luke instead of Jai and this happenedÂ
Jai is sad and Daniel has an idea of how to cheer him up.
Daniel likes to think he's a simple guy, someone who doesn't worry too much into the future or reflect too much on the past unless it's for the retelling of a horribly embarrassing story. He also doesn't really do relationships. Relationships are hard and casual sex and one night stands are easy. He likes the idea of being in love but it seems like way too much effort right now.
Which is why Jai is such a puzzle to him, because Jai is absolutely everything Daniel isn't.
He's always worried about what to do next and things he should or shouldn't have done and for the better part of the last year, he's been in a relationship and in love.
It'd been adorable really, because Ariana had softened Jai's rough edges a bit, kept him focused on the present and just been a general grounding force. She'd even had the special Luke stamp of approval. Everything'd been great.
Except that now it's all come out that Ariana Grande is not at all the sweet person they thought she was and is in fact, and Daniels not afraid to say it, a colossal bitch.
And now Jai is kind of broken and none of them know what to do.
They're in the middle of tour, which is no doubt making things worse because Jai literally cannot escape the break-up, the fans want to know, interviewers wants to know, a few asshole paparazzi from the Grande side of the fence try to get in on it and Jai spends most of his time curled in his bunk ignoring even Luke's requests for cuddles.
Normally when one of them breaks up, or gets broken up with they buy a fuckload of fast food and ice cream and have one giant sleepover and then that's it, the affected party moves on. But Daniel just doesn't think it's going to work this time.
Three days later and Jai is still trying to pretend he doesn't exist except for meet and greets and shows. Luke looks lost and Beau just looks miserable and there's only so much improv comedy Daniel can do to try and brighten the mood. The news that Ariana had possibly had been double cheating on Jai has definitely not helped.
It's just after their show and they're backstage and Jai's let his carefully crafted happy stage mask fall, gone back to shuffling around and staring at the floor and Daniel can really only think of one more way to help.
He waits till Jai's alone, because he's not an idiot, until it's only the two of them brushing their teeth and it's then that Daniel makes his proposal.
âHey,â He says casually, spitting the last of his toothpaste foam into the sink, âDo you want a blow job?â
With how many years they've been friends, Jai doesn't even react, still wiping his face with a towel.
âJaiâ Daniel says again, âDo you want a blow job?â
Jai fixes him with a 'what the fuck' expression, combined with 'i'm tired and sad and I hate everything and everyone' and it's the latter that makes Daniel keep going.
âI'm seriousâ He says, making his best serous face.
âSo serious you want to give me a blow jobâ Jai deadpans, âI don't have time for thisâ
Jai heads towards the door and Daniel blocks him.
âI'm totally seriousâ He says, a bit more firmly this time, âYou've been a miserable cunt for forever and you know i'm shit with feelings so you know, i'm pretty good at blow jobsâ
âPretty good at blow jobsâ Jai echoes, âYou fucked like every girl you've ever metâ
Daniel shrugs. âI'm flexible.â He likes girls but also you know, guys are good as well. He just likes sex, really. Sex is great.
âYou're so flexible that you want to give me a blow job because what, you think that's going to fix everything?â
Jai's voice takes a hard turn at the end and no, that's not what this is about and fuck, Daniel is sure he just mentioned his lack of good with feelings.
âI know there is nothing in this whole entire fucking world that's going to make this whole thing any better Jai, but surely you can take a break from your heart break for thirty seconds to get your dick suckedâ
Jai cracks a tiny smile.
âI am not a thirty second guyâ He mumbles eventually and Daniel can see him actually considering his offer, head tilted just slightly to the left in the weird way that all the Brooks brothers seem to have.
And then, âYou're not secretly in love with me and trying to take the fanfiction route to confessing are you?â
Daniel can't help the burst of laughter because of course that'd be one of the first things Jai'd be worried about. Not the whole sudden revelation that one of his friends sometimes does dudes or that getting a blow job from a dude is not quite so straight no, Jai's worried Daniel's in love with him.
âDudeâ Daniel says âYou have got to stop reading that shit, it's weirdâ
Jai's eyes sparkle. âBut don't you just love all the great incestuous times me and Luke have together?â
âIf you and Luke love each other so much i'm sure he can give you a blow jobâ
Jai makes a face that is equally thoughtful and disgusted and Daniel shrugs.
âAll i'm doing is offering you a friendly between best friends cheer up blow job with no strings attached, no returns cause I can get myself off just fineâ
There is an exceedingly long period of silence while Jai over thinks things. Daniel waits patiently, knows from experience that trying to rush Jai is a bad idea.
He throws his tooth and hair brushes back into his bag, pokes a lump of toothpaste down the drain.
âOkayâ Jai says, so quietly it's almost lost in the room.
âOkayâ Daniel says as well because honestly, he wasn't really expecting Jai to agree.
âNow?â Jai asks
Daniel eyes the bathroom door.
âNow works for meâ
âSo,â Jai says, âIs this where i'm all get on your knees bitchâ
Daniel snorts, âYou can if you wantâ He says honestly, âDon't mind a bit of hair pulling eitherâ
If Jai's shocked by his revelations, he doesn't show it.
âAre you really sure you w-â
Daniel cuts off Jai off by pushing him back against the graffitied wall and holding him there until he relaxes, pliant.
âI am very sureâ Daniel says lowly, before he lowers his head, leans forward and licks at Jai's neck.
Jai, predictably, shrieks and tries to wiggle away. It's the worlds worst secret that both him and Luke are like, neck people.
âDudeâ Daniel says, barely keeping the laugh from his voice, âYou are going to have to have a boner for this, you know that right?â
Jai goes a very nice shade of red and mumbles something incomprehensible.
âYou're supposed to like what i'm doingâ Daniel presses on, âI thought I was being smooth and everythingâ
âSorryâ Jai says quickly, âIt's good, I, just, you're really, really sure?â
âI swear on James anacondaâ
Jai grins. âOkayâ
This time, Jai doesn't move away as Daniel ever so gently presses against him and runs his tongue along Jai's neck more slowly this time, just to get him used to the sensation. He can feel how tense Jai is, but as long as he doesn't say stop everythings fine.
He scraps his teeth just a little and Jai makes a surprised little sound, tilts his head out a bit more and Daniel grins against the warm skin as he starts to suck one hell of a hickey into Jai's neck.
He fits one hand against Jai's hip, the other on his shoulder to hold him right where he wants him and flattens their bodies together.
Jai returns the movement, hesitant arms coming to loop around Daniel's neck as he lets out a low whine when Daniel sucks particularly hard. Jai's so easy for this it's almost sweet.
Slowly, Daniel nudges Jai's legs apart with his knee and stands between them, rests his thigh against Jai's zipper. He's not entirely sure whether Jai's been involved in anything like this before and even though the curiosity might just kill him, now doesn't seem like the right time to ask. He can still wonder though, as he finishes one mark and moves a little further down, tugging Jai's shirt across so he can start anew on his collarbone.
Jai's getting hard, Daniel can feel it and it's nice to know that he can turn Jai on with just this, that Jai isn't just letting him do whatever he wants just to make him happy. It's proof that Jai wants this as much as he says he does.
Continuing his bruising of Jai's skin Daniel shifts his hand from the other boys hip to the top button of his jeans and Jai's breath catches, stomach flinching away from the movement.
âRelaxâ Daniels whispers, âJust relaxâ
Jai doesn't answer beyond the soft thud of his head back against the wall and Daniel takes that as permission to fumble the button open â there's no sexy way to undo skinny jeans that he's ever found â and even though they'd dacked Jai on stage so Daniel already knows that Jai's wearing neon pink underwear it's still a shock to see the bright colour poking out from underneath his grey jeans and matching grey shirt.
âWhere'd you even get theseâ Daniel asks breathily, tugging Jai's zipper down as well.
âYour mum bought them for meâ Jai sasses.
Jai is properly hard now, a slightly darker shade of pink where the head of his cocks pressing against the bright fabric, smearing it with precome and okay, Daniel will admit he's kind of slut for blow jobs. He likes them, loves the feeling of power you can get even when you're on your knees with a mouth full of dick and Jai isn't a small guy by any means.
He pulls Jai's jeans down a bit, so they're bunched around his knees and if Daniels thinking about how it'll make it harder for Jai to get away it's no ones business but his.
Then, he puts his hands back in their original positions and goes back to Jai's neck. Jai whines, wriggling against him,
âDanielâ He says in warning, pointedly pressing his hips forward.
âWhat?â Daniels replies innocently, nipping at the underside of Jai's chin. âI'm romancing youâ
âYou can romance my dickâ Jai says and then his hands unloop from Daniels neck and reappear on his ass, Jai pulling him roughly forward for a single grind. It's not a move that Daniel was expecting at all, but he definitely approves. Maybe Jai isn't as gentle in bed as they all like to joke he is. Daniels down with that.
âWhatever the lady wantsâ Daniel jokes back before in one smooth, well practised movement he drops to his knees and takes Jai's underwear with him, catches his cock with one hand before it can bounce upward and promptly sucks the head into his mouth.
The noise Jai makes is entirely worth it and Daniel really, really wants to hear it again so he goes for it, because if he's completely honest he didn't really think about doing this on a hard, cold tiled floor. He knees kind of hurt already.
It's a pain he's easily distracted from though, and he pulls back and starts licking a path up Jai's cock as he strokes him to get him nice and wet, Jai's hands sliding into his hair and Daniel lets out a loud, exaggerated moan.
Jai pulls a little and Daniel looks up to meet his eye, âDon't hold back, yeah?â
âWhatever,â Jai says, âJust suck my dick you whoreâ
People really don't give Jai enough credit for how quick he is to pick up on things. Daniel just hopes he can get Jai to come before he does.
He takes Jai back into his mouth and suckles, adds just a little hint of teeth as he slides back up and Jai rewards him with another gorgeous noise and a generous tug of his hair. He might not be secretly in love with Jai but he might really have to do this again sometime.
No matter what porn says, sucking cock is not as easy as it looks. Daniel is not one of those magical human beings without a gag reflex, has to work to get get Jai deeper into his mouth, pressing Jai's hips against the wall and holding him still as he works his way down, humming what he hopes Jai both does and doesn't realise is a Justin Bieber song. What can he say, they're great for this kind of thing.
âFuckâ Jai says breathily, hips pressing against Daniel's hold and Daniel moves his head a bit, tries to convey that maybe Jai will get what he wants if he gets what he wants.
Jai catches on quickly, and the minute there's constant pressure on his head Daniel lets his hands drop beside him and time seems to slow down after that, Jai fucking his mouth hesitantly at first and then getting into it as he realises that Daniel is going to properly let him, hands fisted in his hair and it's all Daniel can do to keep still, not shove a hand down his own jeans because this is about Jai and not him and he's not quite as good at giving head when he's distracted by jacking himself.
Jai's cock is a heavy weight in his mouth and Daniel can't really swallow, spit running down his chin and his eyes might be watering but he loves it, whines indignantly when Jai had to move his hands for a split second to get a better grip.
âYou're such a slutâ Jai pants and all Daniel can do is suck harder, press his tongue against the underside of Jai's cock because there's no denying it and he wants his reward, wants Jai to come in his mouth.
It doesn't take long, he can tell Jai's close by the way his whole body seems to stretch taut and them tremble and Jai doesn't hold back, let's out a long, low noise as he shoves his cock to the back of Daniels throat and holds him down as he comes, throwing his head back and closing his eyes and Daniel keeps sucking, swallows as best he can until eventually Jai whines, hands going from clenched tightly in his hair to patting his head and slipping his cock out of Daniel's mouth. He looks fucked out enough that Ariana isn't even on the same planet as him right now.
âAtta boyâ Daniel says, licking at his swollen lips.
A/N:Â I have had that stupid song stuck in my head for the whole time I was writing this it's been blowjob hell (And now I have Robot Hell except obvs you replace robot with blowjob and bam)
Based off this request except that it's really just the first bit: âCould you maybe do one where the boys are filming and Beau gets hurt, taking a knock to the head and when he wakes up in the hospital he doesn't remember one of them...but after a while he does and he's really upset about forgetting?âÂ
 Okay so the more I thought about it and started writing the more I realised that like, short-term-person-specific-amnesia isn't really a thing i'm into and I did not really want to complete this but nor did I want to scrap it hence i'm calling it a drabble and putting it upÂ
 In hindsight, they should never have let Beau climb the old silo at the really cool abandoned grain mill they'd found on a mid-afternoon video location hunt. Not that they strictly allowed it, but they probably should've been like, watching him more closely because they know exactly how Beau gets when he wants something and is told no.
They'd all wanted to, sure, but even for morons like them the amount of rust and missing steps to the ladder seemed a bit risky, especially when there was a mountain of potentially toxic sawdust or something to play in.
Which they had been, Jai holding the camera as Luke tried to shove handfuls of the weird, dried chunks down Skip's pants, James helping by providing the necessary muscle to hold a shrieking Skip still and it was all fun and games until there was a short shriek and a definite thud and until that moment none of them had even realised Beau wasn't with them.
He was climbing the fucking silo. Of course.
Now, James isn't trying to say that they're completely thoughtless dudes, it's just that Beau falls off things on a regular basis and bounces back fine and they didn't think he'd fallen that far so they weren't in a the biggest rush to walk the hundred or so meters to get to him.
But when they're halfway across and Beau hasn't even moved, Jai starts running and the rest of them follow suit.
It's like one of those slow motion bits in a movie, because it takes forever to get to Beau and he's still uncharacteristically still, not curled in into a ball or on his hands and knees swearing like a bitch.
The boys go camping and Jai is sick (and injured) and Luke is an asshole.
Based off this request; âcan you write one where all the boys go camping and Jai gets really sick and all the boys take care of him? (Especially Luke :))â
People always wonder why Luke has the shortest temper out of all the Janoskians and you know, the real question is how he's managed not to murder them all in cold blood by now.
They're going camping at Beau's request, for purposes of 'family bonding' and 'it'll be fucking fun you sluts we're going' and 'a friends friends father can drop us out and pick us up in three days so it's cheap' Luke doesn't really have anything against camping, especially in their closest national park because it's gorgeous and he could always work on improving his landscape shots and none of them are opposed to spending time in the great outdoors it's just that there's one tiny problem.
None of them besides him can pack. Jai packs not enough and Beau too much, James all the wrong things like books instead of underwear and Skip packs the most random shit in the history of the universe. (He took a spatula to Norway for fucks sake)
And of course they all leave their packing until half an hour before their ride arrives. Out of all of them, Jai should be the most organised. He's had the most sleep, going to bed before nine complaining of a headache and getting up the earliest this morning but all he's done is poured a bowl of cereal and not eaten it (Wasting the last of the fucking milk, Luke would've eaten it but he hates Sustain which Jai's taken a liking to lately) and how he's wandering around the house with a pile of clothes bitching about how cold he is but he's not even wearing a shirt.
Luke should be receiving a Nobel prize for patience any time now.
âWill you guys hurry the fuck up!â He yells from his spot by the door, his backpack and sleeping bag resting next to him. He's also organised the tent and the extra tarp and all the food and filled their water bottles and James and Daniel just texted him to say they've been picked up and are on their way.
âRim me!â Comes Beau's cheerful reply before a bag comes sliding down the hallway, followed by Beau's incredibly manly choice of sleeping bag, a child sized Cars set with matching fleece blanket and pillow.
âCan you tell Jai to hurry the fuck up too?â Luke asks as Beau stumbles into view, hopping on one foot as he tries to put his socks on.
âSure thingâ Beau says, and really Luke should've known that all his brother was going to do was spin around and holler at Jai from where he is, making Luke's request completely pointless.
It takes a good five minutes but eventually Jai appears in an oversized hoodie and beanie tugged low, dragging his bag on the floor behind him.
âCan you not yell, my head hurtsâ Jai whines, and Luke just shrugs.
âYou should've been ready heaps earlierâ
Jai flips him off and Luke just goes back to his phone. He knows when fold 'em, and starting a fight before a three hour drive is just stupid.
Three bathroom breaks two fights over song choice and one horrendous stench from Skip later they're being dropped off at the gates of the park with strict instructions not to leave the trails or die. Beau's friends friends father will pick up them up in three days on his way back from an out of town building job.
While they grab their stuff from the back of the ute Jai just stands there, hands in his pockets. Luke throws his stuff at him extra hard, and though they hit their target with a solid thud, Jai doesn't say anything.
Luke's both disappointed and kind of mad but he let's it go in favour of whacking Beau on the head with his water bottle when he doesn't move fast enough.
âSo how far do we have to walk before we can pitch our tent?â James asks, which leads to a few minutes of childish, manly giggling after Skip says something about pitching another kind of tent under his breath.(They're very mature)
âIt's about five k's I thinkâ Luke says, pointing to the huge sign listing all of the trails and distances stood about ten metres away.
âI don't wanna walk that farâ Jai grumbles.
âYou can stay here thenâ Luke snarks back.
For the first half hour or so it's actually really fun. Five guys out in the bush, Beau brandishing an over-compensatory walking stick and leading them all in every filthy song he knows. It's nice to be outside and on their own schedule, they can take as long as they want and do whatever they want.
Eventually Jai starts to fall behind, complaining that his head hurts again and James digs some Panadol out of his bag and really that should be the end of it because Jai is a fucking grown up not a toddler who needs to complain every five seconds.
Beau snaps first, some ten minutes later.
âYou fucking walk with himâ He says irritably, âHe's your twin and I don't have time to deal with his shitâ
Luke frowns, but drops back to walk with Jai and it's not that bad just a bit slower than everyone else until Jai starts whining again about how he's tired and feels sick and wants to stop and Luke came out here to have a good time not fucking babysit.
âWill you stop complaining for five fucking secondsâ
âStop walking so fast thenâ
Luke tries to physically move Jai faster, getting behind him and pushing but Jai digs his heels in and swings his legs back in an attempt to hit him in the balls and Luke isn't having it.
âI'm going to catch up with everyone elseâ He snarls, âTry and stay on the trail because it'd be a real shame if you didn't turn up at the campsiteâ
With that, Luke stalks off in search of better company, shoes crunching loudly on the leaves under his feet. Fucking Jai.
Their campsite is absolutely worth the walk. It's on the side of a hill and there's a creek nearby they'll probably end up naked in later and the most gorgeous view and Luke wonders if he should've bought an extra SD card for his camera. The suns already low in the sky casting an amazing purple-orange glow and he wants to capture every single moment.
He's also getting some great shots of the three musketeers trying to put up the tent.
Beau's inside it, wearing it like a bloody dress and Skip's waving the poles about while James keeps dragging them both around looking for the perfect, softest looking spot.
âLeft!â Skip shouts, pointing right.
âI'm going to get out of this and use you for javelin practice!â Beau yells back, but the effect is lost because of the stupid grin he's wearing.
âOver hereâ James finally announces, pointing to a grassy spot that looks exactly the same as the rest of the campsite.
Luke decides to put his camera away for the moment and go and help. He would like the tent to be done this week. And he's hungry, and it's going to get cold soon enough and they don't have any firewood yet either.
He sends James for the wood, because Skip would probably fall down the mountain and die, drags Beau out of the mess of tent.
âLet's get this thing erectâ Beau announces, and yes, he does think he's hilarious Luke knows this for fact.
It's not as hard as they thought (Hah) to get the tent up once they stop fucking around, and soon enough their little three person stands on the ever-darkening hill in all it's camo green glory.
Awful as it is, Luke doesn't spare a single thought for Jai until James reappears with a mountain of sticks, dumps them in the rock-surrounded area they figured was for fires and asks if he's turned up yet.
âIt's getting kinda dark out thereâ James continues, âHe should be here by now he wasn't that far behindâ
âMaybe he got eaten by a drop bearâ Skip says, already inside his sleeping bag and trying to worm along the ground.
âHe's probably just taking his wandering time like a fuckâ Luke says on autopilot, digging through his bag for a lighter.
Beau frowns, looks up at him. âYou shouldn't have left himâ
âDon't start with meâ Luke snaps back, immediately defensive. âHe was being a shit and you know it, he's probably hiding in the trees watching us argue about himâ
Skip calls out a few times, but there's no reply and no Jai and Beau frowns again.
âC'mon, we're going to look for himâ
Luke would protest, but maybe he's just a little bit worried about Jai even though he's convinced his brother is just taking his pussy footed time and stopped because his feet hurt or something.
James and Skip stay behind to get the fire and some food started, Beau grabbing a torch and giving Luke a meaningful look.
They leave the campsite, heading back to the opening of the trail and by now the evening dark is setting in, the autumn night already causing a shiver down Luke's spin as they crunch their way back around the mountain.
Every so often Beau calls out to Jai, his voice echoing but for the longest time there's no reply and the deeper into the trees the the darker it is and Luke's a little bit more than a little bit worried.
They round a few huge boulders looming in the darkness and still no Jai.
Luke's sure they've been walking forever, slowly getting faster and faster and Beau's yelling is yet to garner any reply until finally, fucking finally there's a tiny, croaky voice calling back to them and Luke just sort of freezes before he starts running as fast he can, Beau close behind.
It's a rocky part of the trail and a few times Luke's sure he's going to fall and snap his neck but he can't slow down, comes round a corner and there's Jai, curled forward knees to his chest on the dampening ground.
He's frozen again, numbly lets Beau push past him to get to Jai, watches as he drops to his knees and pushes Jai back enough to look at him.
âWhat the fuck happened?â Beau demands, because frozen or not Luke knows that as stubborn as Jai is he wouldn't have just stopped blank like this.
âI'm sorryâ Jai whispers, voice loud in the stillness and that's enough to make Luke move again. Jai is not the one who should be apologising.
âWas dizzy,â Jai continues, âand I tripped and my ankle hurts and I can't get upâ
The closer Luke gets the more he can see how pale Jai is, how his whole body is wracked with shivers and the sick feeling in his stomach only gets worse as Beau goes digging through Jai's backpack for water and there isn't any because Luke was being an asshole and decided not to pack him any, or any food and Jai didn't even eat breakfast this morning.
The only award Luke will be receiving is for being an absolute bastard to his own fucking twin.
He tries to reach out to Jai, hold him in an attempt to warm him up but Jai jerks away from his hands.
âDon't fucking touch meâ
It's not even humanly possible to feel as bad as Luke does right now, and the disappointed look Beau's giving him isn't making him feel better.
âOkayâ Beau says, pulling off his hoodie and draping it over Jai's shivering shoulders, rearranging the beanie over Jai's strangely sweaty fringe, wraps his arms around Jai's waist to tug him upwards.
âCan you walk?â
Jai can't, the little yelp of pain he lets out the moment he puts the slightest amount of weight on his ankle seems to echo louder than any of Beau's yelling.
Beau deems a piggy back the best option and all Luke wants is to carry Jai himself.
Beau hands over the torch and Luke leads them back onto the trail again, completely unsure of what to do or say. He's fucked up big time.
Jai is completely silent as well, and Luke doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing. James'll probably know, he's the the impromptu doctor of their group. And his dad is actually an actual doctor, so there's that.
It gets increasingly dark and Luke keeps focused on the beam the torch creates in front of him until through the trees he can see the orange light of the slightly too large campfire James and Skip have created.
âHey!â Luke yells, âFucking get over here!â
They meet the other half of their wolfpack on the edge of clearing and Beau carefully lets Jai down, keeping an arm secure around his middle. He's a tad out of breath.
âDanielâ Beau says, âCarry Jaiâ
Out of all of them, Beau is the one who calls Daniel Daniel the least, so the weird look Skip gives him is totally justified.
âBut Luke-â Daniel starts.
âDanielâ Beau repeats slowly, nudging Jai towards him.
They get Jai over to the warmth of the fire and in the light he looks even worse than he did on the trail and for a moment none of them know quite what to do, just letting Jai rest against the log seat and continue to shiver.
James is the first to move, crouching down in front of Jai and pressing a large hand to his forehead while they all watch on silently.
âWellâ James starts, âI don't think he has a fever so that's goodâ
Beau grabs a bottle of water and sits on Jai's other side, holds it out and Jai shakes his head.
âYesâ Beau says, glaring at Luke while he wiggles the bottle at Jai, who once again refuses.
âJai, pleaseâ Luke says quietly, âYou haven't had anything all dayâ
It is of course, entirely Lukes fault.
Surprisingly Jai obliges, taking the bottle from Beau and unscrewing the lid, sipping at it as he leans his weight against Beau's shoulder and continues to look miserable and exhausted.
James disappears back into the tent for a minute and Luke thinks maybe he's getting a blanket or you know, anything more useful than a packet of plain M&Ms.
âChocolate?â Luke asks, unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice. He really doesn't see how M&Ms are going to help considering Jai is barely drinking the water.
James comes back and sits down next to Jai again.
âThe sugar'll make him feel a bit less shitâ James says, ripping open the packet and helping himself to a handful before holding it out to Jai, who takes literally five M&Ms. It's a start though, so Luke keeps his mouth shut.
Jai eats slowly, slowly enough that the last M&M, a red one, leaves a melted sugary patch on his hand.
They give him a few minutes, all of them just staring Jai as he shivers until Beau must deem an appropriate amount of time has passed for Jai to potentially throw up his five M&Ms before he shifts, pushes Jai a little more upright.
âI think he's fucked his ankle pretty badâ Beau says and fuck, Luke is the worst brother in existence because he had totally forgotten about Jai's ankle, had just been so relieved to find him and get him back to the campsite and make sure he wasn't going to spontaneously drop dead on them or something.
Jai's wearing beige walking boots, the kind without laces and as James starts to just push his jeans up he whimpers.
James pokes his thumbs experimentally against Jai's ankle under the suede and Jai let's out a breathy string of curse words.
âIt's swollen as all fuckâ James announces, âBut the boot has to come offâ
The whimper and swearing have got nothing on the awful noise Jai makes when James sits back and starts to actually pull the boot off, or the way he scrunches his eyes shut and his knuckles go white where they're clenched in Beau's hoodie and he cries.
Jai hardly ever cries, not properly anyway and the light of the fire reflects on the tears tracking their way down his cheeks and Luke can't just sit obediently on the sidelines any more he has to move, has to kneel down next to Jai and grab his hands in his own because Jai can break his fingers if he wants, Luke would let him, presses his lips to Jai's forehead and starts this steady whispered mantra.
You'reokayit'sokayi'msorrysorrysorryplease
The boot comes free and James and Beau let out a simultaneously awed sounding 'fuck.'
Luke turns his head enough to look as well and yeah, fuck is about right. Jai's ankle is swollen to at least twice it's normal size and mottled purple and blue, blood swelling towards the skin. It looks painful.
âI'm really sorryâ James says, and before Luke can ask why James presses his thumbs straight into the swollen flesh and Jai clings to Luke, makes barely a sound but a tiny noise in the back of his throat.
âI don't think it's broken, just sprainedâ James announces after wiggling the offending ankle around a bit, âIt'd be good if we could like, ice it or somethingâ
Of course they can't, because they're five kilometres from the nearest human being and they don't fucking have any ice, nor can they call anyone because hey, no reception either.
âWe don't have any ice we're on a mountain aloneâ Skip says.
"The creekâ Beau says suddenly, âthe waters gotta be pretty fucking coldâ
James gets up and disappears back into the tent, returning with one of his T-shirts and grabbing Beau's torch from before. He kicks Daniel in the thigh.
âC'mon, I don't want to drown or somethingâ
Jai's still in Luke's arms, isn't trying to push him away and Beau moves away a bit, transfers most of Jai's weight onto Luke's lap and Luke can feel the way Jai's still shivering from his head to his toes.
There's not much he can do, they're close to the fire and they didn't bring any blankets beyond Beau's Cars one (And no doubt if they had a blanket to put near the fire they'd probably end up setting Jai alight or something awful like that). Luke settles for rubbing his hands along the top of Jai's arms and he wants to say sorry a million times over but he knows Jai well enough that it's pointless right now. Cuddles or not, Jai is still entirely capable of being immensely pissed off.
Luke doesn't know if it's a weird twin thing or just a weird them thing but even they're mad at each other they'll instinctively seek each other out for comfort when something isn't right, when one of them's hurting.
âJaibearâ Luke murmurs, kissing Jai's head.
Soon enough Daniel and James return with wet T-shirt in hand, wrung out so it won't drip everywhere. Jai tenses and buries his head in Luke's shoulder but lets James wrap his ankle without complaint. It's not by any means perfect, but it'll have to do.
James then, because he is the most wonderful human being in the world passes two more Panadol Jai's way, and Luke picks up the bottle of water from beside Beau.
âSo what are we eating?â Beau asks, and it's only then Luke notices there is a distant lack of tea options considering James and Skip were supposed to sort something out.
âWe kinda forgotâ Skip says sheepishly.
âThe fire was hardâ James adds.
The easiest thing they've got that requires doing absolutely nothing is a box of pizza Shapes and none of them can be bothered to complain or make something that does require effort so that's what they have, Luke grabbing a handful and resting them on Jai's stomach so they can share.
A single box of Shapes doesn't last long between the five of them and quickly enough the M&Ms reappear as they share a bottle of slightly flat Fanta. (Skip was probably not the best choice to carry their drinks, the hyperactive fuck)
Jai seems to have warmed at least a little by the time they're done, the moon just starting to show above the trees though he still looks peaky, dark circles under his eyes.
âTiredâ Jai mumbles around a mouthful of Shape.
âI'll sort the sleeping bagsâ Beau says, glancing at Luke.
âYou two gonna share?â
Luke looks down at Jai. Of course he wants to share, now that he's stopped being such a massive cunt to his brother. Him and Jai always share, a pair of peas in a snuggly blue sleeping bag pod. But it's up to Jai.
Jai stares up at him silently, thoughtfully before he nods, and Luke lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
Daniel pours the last of their Fanta onto the fire, effectively putting it out but also scaring the shit out of everyone with the momentary fizz and whoosh of smoke and there's a few moments of chaos as they all decide whether or not to change into pajamas.
âYou want to change?â Luke asks, as James kicks Beau out of the tent so he can get dressed.
Jai shakes his head. âM'still coldâ
By the light of Skip's phone Beau helps him get Jai onto his good foot, and this time Jai lets Luke scoop him up, carry him the precious few metres into their tent and put him down on their unzipped sleeping bag.
âBaniel foreverâ Beau says sternly, grabbing Skips shirt and dragging him so he's on Jai's other side. âYou can share my Mater pillowâ he continues with a wink, a sentence that Skip looks way too excited about. Luke really hopes it's not a weird sex thing, he's never caught either of them out but he also can't reliably say that Baniel doesn't exist. The fangirls could very well be right.
Luke tucks Jai close to him, wraps his arms around Jai's waist and Jai cuddles back against him as James, ever helpful, zips them up, leaving a tiny gap between the two zippers for Jai's shirt-covered ankle to poke out.
Jai's almost stopped shivering now, and he seems a lot more relaxed, the Panadol taking it's effect and he blinks sleepily up at Luke in the dim light created from Beau's novelty Octopus night light.
âI'm really, really fucking sorry being an assholeâ Luke whispers, âYou can push me off the mountain in the morning if you wantâ
Jai let's out a small huff of laughter and wedges his cold nose against Luke's neck. âYou owe me breakfast and have to carry me everywhereâ is all he says for a while, the two of them just lying there in the absolute silence before his fingers are curling around Luke's own.
âYou're my asshole though.â
A/N: First person to get my ever so witty title wins something magical* (*Okay it's not magical but I will write you any kind of porn you'd like or something hey)
