Thank you Lastsyns for beta'd the story, you're awesome as always :)
"You can't go to a bar with a bow tie, and you know it," John said, laying over Christopher, so his younger brother was pinned down on the desk in his and River's room. Chris was only wearing his briefs and was half done buttoning his shirt. They were on their way to a grownup night out without the children. Amy, River's mother was going to take care of the children for the evening.
Chris was struggling and fighting to get out of his brother's grip. He didn't stand a chance against his big brother, even if he was the more athletic one of the brothers. "Let me go, bow ties are cool," he cried out defending his blue with white polka dots bow tie, with his life. The bickering was normal for the brothers and it often became physical.
"It literary says: 'Hi I'm stupid and innocent, drug my drink now and rape me. I'm too stupid to understand what's happening.' Seriously it looks like a cry for help." Chris gave his brother a death glare, still not giving up on his bow tie. "You're just jealous of my cool style. Plus River likes it and it's my birthday!"
John gave his brother a long look, to show him how stupid he was some times.
"What?"
"I don't think she does and I don't care whose birthday it is, now take it off," he said and was once again trying to pull it off. They were to deep in their bickering and fighting to notice someone else's presence in the room until they heard a clicking, like someone just took a picture with a phone. The brothers turned their heads towards the direction where the sound came from.
"Don't stop, it was actually getting kind of good. John I didn't know you had a thing for your brother. You should have told me sooner. You know that I'm generally okay with your fetishes and support you all the way," Jack said and was sending the picture to River who was talking to her mother down stairs.
"Behave Jack!" the brothers said in each other's mouth before John pulled away from his brother with a faint blush on his cheeks. He looked disturbed as usual when Jack joked about his relationship with his little brother. John swallowed and was quick with a comeback, he was used to Jack's teasing by now.
"I'm glad you have something to jerk off with now when you're going to spend the rest of the weekend on the sofa." Jack's mouth just fell open and he watched his husband with a desperate look. "But that's too harsh, you know I can't sleep without you in my arms. John, please don't do this to me!" John gave his pleading husband a kiss to show that he was forgiven.
"Chris hurry to dress yourself, we will wait for you in the hall," John said and walked down to the hall, hand in hand with Jack. They had been married for almost ten years, he was in his mid-forties but he still looked young and fresh.
Jack was attacked by their oldest daughter of the twins, Joanie, who refused to let go of his leg. The girls would soon be five and Joanie was clingy as ever unlike Violet who was spending her time with Chris and River's son and daughter. She loved her fathers but enjoyed more the company of other kids.
"I don't want you to go, please papa don't leave me alone. Take me with you," She was pleading and started to cry. They had tried to put them to sleep before they left but she must have woken up. Joanie was a real daddy's girl and didn't want to leave her fathers.
"Now pumpkin, you need to stay here and take care of your sister. Can you do that for me?" he asked his little girl and she nodded. Jack gave her a kiss on the cheek and ruffled her hair a bit.
"Go back to Violet, we will be home when you two wake up tomorrow, I promise." Joanie hesitated for a while, she looked afraid.
"But what about the vashta nerada?" she sounded scared. John gave his husband a disappointed look and sighed to himself. He hated it when Jack told the kids scary stories so they couldn't sleep.
"The Vashta Nerada are sacred of daddy. They know I would never forgive them if they ate my daughter," John told her but picked her up in his arms and carried her in the bedroom where Violet was sleeping. He laid her down beside her sister and kissed her forehead before he told her good night and to sleep well.
John gave Jack a really dark look when he came out. He closed the door after him. "You shouldn't tell them about that kind of scary stuff. It really gets in their heads."
"But she asked me to tell them about it." He tried to defend himself but was sounding more like their little brother then his husband. John was questioning who should be disciplining whom in their relationship. Jack was still spanking him whenever he felt like John deserved it, but they made sure that the children were asleep, outside or with River and Chris.
Chris was soon fished changing clothes and was heading down the stairs. He was wearing an almost purple waistcoat, a white shirt, black trousers, a bow tie and a purplish coat. Jack couldn't stop staring at his husband's brother. He looked stunning and Jack felt like a fool. His heart was beating hard and he felt a little dizzy. He fought the urge to kiss John's brother, Jack didn't want to destroy his relationship with John.
John was smiling at his brother. "Don't tell me your wearing suspenders under the waistcoat." He pointed out to his brother who stuck out his tongue.
"How else should I keep my trousers on?"
"I think it looks wonderful sweetie," River told him and kissed her husband. She had entered the room without them noticing her. "Well, shall we head off? I'm aching to try out my new high heels"
"Well then, Allons-y!" John exclaimed happily as they walked out to the car. He had agreed to not drink that night so he could drive them home. They knew River would make her husband drink through out the evening, even if they all knew Chris hated the liquid. It was his birthday, and he was going to have some fun.
John drank some fresh water with lemon while he watched his husband, brother and brother's wife drinking alcohol. He had danced with his little brother, but decided to let him sit down when Chris was using him to stand up. The alcohol was kicking in, River had succeeded to make her protesting husband really drunk.
John felt sick and dizzy. The whole room was spinning in his head and he didn't even notice how his husband was flirting with his brother, who was using his wife's chest as a pillow and was rambling about random stuff. He stood up and didn't know if he managed to tell Jack that he was feeling weird and he was going to get some air. He must have looked really drunk when he couldn't walk straight and he was almost bumping in to strangers.
John didn't understand how he made it outside the bar but he was standing against the wall and was breathing fast. His body felt weak and out of his control like he was really drunk. He was trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He had only been drinking water and he would have noticed if Jack changed his liquid to alcohol. But when he did think about it, the water did taste a bit funny. Maybe it was something in the water.
His thoughts stopped as someone grabbed his shoulders, and was holding him in a tight grip. It was hard for him to understand what the man was saying to him.
"There you are, Doctor. I heard what your friends call you, must say it's pretty exciting to meet a Doctor outside a hospital. A really pretty doctor if I may add. I was wondering when the drug would kick in. I started to get worried that your cute little boyfriend noticed that you had been drugged or that you were being a clever doctor and noticed the drug. It was little too easy to slip it down in your drink." John didn't recognize the voice, it was someone he had never met before. He felt like his head was filled with a cloud and he didn't notice as the stranger dragged him deeper into the dark alley. He couldn't fight back as the man lowered his pants, just enough to have his way with him.
John could feel the pain as the other man moved inside him. He felt disgusted but was too weak to even say a word. The drug was affecting him too much. He didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like an eternity to him. The stranger had given him a black eye and beaten him up pretty badly. It came as a surprise when he was alone, lying on the hard ground shaking with fear and the cold. He didn't dare to move and was only crying silently to himself as he waited for the drug to stop affecting him. He didn't know how he would face Jack after what had happened.