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Jack Mercer has never been fully honest with his brothers.
"Jack drinks Jack, Jack drinks Jack. Jack licks ass crack and ball sack!"
Jack likes boobs. Jack's got fans. Jack's got lots of fans. He has fans with big boobs, he has fans with pussies, but he has fans with dicks.
"Man, I will drink you under the table!"
"We're not talking about sperm, Jack..."
Jack likes sex. Jack's got secrets. Jack's got lots of secrets. He has secrets that are dark, he has secrets that are stupid, but he has secrets that have never seen the light of day for quite some time. Some he doesn't even know of himself.
"Jackie wanted this little number for himself, but I fought him for it."
Jack's hasn't worn women's clothing since being adopted by Evelyn Mercer, drunken nights excluded. He's never worn make up since then, not even eyeliner for the stage. The closest Jack's ever been to cosmetics on his body would be the tattoos littered about his body, maybe the witch hazel he used to cover up the random hickeys he'd come home with.
"You been crying in here, you little fairy?"
It's not easy to pretend to be something you're not, Jack knows that firsthand. Trying not to be a fag, a fairy, a pussy. He's schooled in the ways to disguise it all; he'd been doing it for years, even before Evelyn Mercer's heaven of a home.
"Leave it alone, man."
And Bobby does, because they're family, even if they're not blood. Because they're family. Jack holds on to that thought desperately.
"Come on, Jack, you gotta breathe!"
Jack tries. He really tries. And like in sports, Jack's slow to start but eventually gains momentum enough to be inhaling and exhaling something other than blood.
"Don't you die on me, you little fairy. Come on, Jack."
Jack doesn't die. He never really disobeys Bobby; he knows better than do something as bogus as that. Jack doesn't die, but when he stops breathing for a second to swallow the blood pooled in his mouth he gives Bobby a right scare, especially since Jack starts coughing up more blood.
"Jack licks ass crack and ball sack."
They'll never know unless he tells them. Jack Mercer knows those secrets that haven't seen the light of day in years. But maybe, just maybe, they'd be tanning some time soon. All of them out in the open, because after this... his mother's death, seeing his brother kill, his near death... after it all, he can't keep lying to them. Jack can't keep lying to himself.
"And a warm milk for my sister here."
"Man, I will drink you under the table!"
Jack Mercer has never been fully honest with his brothers. But... maybe...
"...Jack licks ass crack and ball sack..."
Just maybe...
"You know I love you, man."
Maybe he'll finally come clean.
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