Disclaimer: Boy Meets World does not belong to us
Warnings: Slash, Huntercest, Smut
You Aren't My Brother
"Jack, I. Do. Not. Like. You. I never will." Shawn stated calmly, but every word was laced with underlying anger.
"But why?" Jack asked.
"Jesus, Jack, you know why!"
The older boy just offered his half brother a blank stare and watched as Shawn ran a hand through his dark locks. Sighing, Shawn made his way over to the kitchen counter. Letting his palms rest firmly atop the counter, he hung his head, his hair falling into his brown eyes.
Hesitantly, Jack followed; also resting against the counter top, but he kept his distance. A few long and silent moments passed before, finally, Shawn lifted his face, his eyes boring into the other boy's urgently. He stared, almost expectantly, as if he thought that Jack should say something. When Jack only gawked back, he sighed once more before speaking.
"Where have you been these past 17 years? Huh??" He exclaimed. "Where were you when I needed a shoulder to lean on? When I felt like complete crap?" Shawn questioned, shuddering at the memories." Where were you when dad took off?" The smaller boy stared up at the other, biting his lip, "Where were you?!" He practically yelled, his face reddening in anger.
His lips turning donwards, Jack took a step forward, his arm outstretched and reaching for his brother, but Shawn quickly stepped back, staring at him in confusion. Jack's forwn deepened.
"Shawn I- "
"I wrote you for 10 years, Jack. Ten fucking years." Shawn interrupted, and paused, inhaling deeply, "And you never wrote me back. You were never there when I needed a brother."
Jack stared at the other boy, his eyes wide.
"I never knew you wrote me, Shawn." Shawn just scoffed.
"Really? How the fuck could you not know? I sent you fucking cards on your birthday and on Christmas and I kept you up-to-date on my life and you just never noticed?"
"I never got the letters. My step-dad and mother never even let me know about you! If I had known I would've..." Jack trailed off.
"Would've what? Would've written back saying how nice your life was with your rich parents while looking down on me for living in the trailer park?" Jack didn't respond to Shawn's questioning. "That's what I thought." Shawn stated disappointed before shaking his head and walking off.
"No, Shawn, just wait." Jack begged, racing after his brother who had already tore the door open and was making his way hurriedly down the corridor. The younger boy didn't stop though. When he heard Jacks heavy footsteps following close behind him, he only increased his pace, trying to reach the elevator before his "brother," could catch up with him.
"SHAWN!" Jack yelped, now jogging down the hallways to catch up with the boy. "Come on, don't be like this! It's the truth; I never would have done that to you! You're my brother!"
Shawn flung around sharply, hatred glinting in his darkened eyes.
"My brother?" he snorted, "Don't call yourself that. It's so far from the truth." He explained, voice dripping venom.
"Then what am I to you?" Jack questioned, trying to ignore just how much that comment had hurt, but mostly, how undeniably hot his brother looked when he was furious.
"Nothing. You are nothing to me, you're just some guy that happens to share some of the same DNA, and that's all." Shawn looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke the words. When Jack didn't say anything for a few moments Shawn turned around and hit the button on the elevator. Jack was broken out of his reverie when he heard the dinging of the elevator.
"Shawn, you can't just leave." Jack walked after him.
"Watch me." He practically growled and pressed the button for the ground floor. Jack ran a hand through his hair and jumped into the elevator before the doors had time to close.
As soon as the beep of the elevator went, signaling that the doors had indeed closed, He grabbed the sleeve of Shawn's leather jacket and yanked him forward, causing their eyes to lock.
"Jesus, Shawn." He growled, his eyes narrowed, "Can you stop acting so dramatic! Why can't you just give me a chance!" he exclaimed. "I haven't done anything for you to hate me, and, believe what you wish, but I never got those letters!" he explained angrily. The younger boy only ripped his arm out of Jack's hold, backing away so that he stood on the other side of the small expanse. His fists were clenched, and his jaw locked firm, but somehow, Jack noticed the slight sparkle or tears brewing along his bottom lids. He silently stood, not knowing what to say next, but took a few steps forward. This time, Shawn stayed where he was, but turned his face down.
"Shawn, I," Jack paused.
"Save it," Shawn mumbled scornfully," You can say what you want, but I don't like you, I never will." He shook his head. "I've never had a brother before, and I don't want a brother now." But something sewn within his voice told Jack that what Shawn spoke, wasn't entirely true.
As Jack opened his mouth to speak, was when the ding of the elevator sent Shawn barreling out of the small compartment. Jack rolled his eyes; he really hoped that the outcome of this chase was going to be worth it. He looked at the people that were all standing around staring at him and decided to go after the younger boy.
"Shawn, wait!" He called, but it was to no avail Shawn was already out of hearing distance.
Shawn slammed his empty glass down against the table, the few cubes of ice clinking together. He groaned, rubbing his tired eyes and wishing that he could be drowning his troubles away with a bottle of beer right now, instead of this pathetic excuse of a soda. He leaned back against the seat and tilted his head towards the staircase that lead up to the entrance of the diner.
Empty.
No one was making their way down the flight of stairs at the moment… including Jack.
Shawn didn't understand why he wanted Jack here so badly right now.
He hated him.
He wasn't supposed to feel guilty for the harsh words he had spoke earlier that day, nor how he had left the boy so abruptly back in the elevator.
He wasn't supposed to regret doubting Jack when he had explained to him how he hadn't received any of his letters, and he knew that he shouldn't be feeling anxious to see him again.
But most importantly, Shawn defiantly knew that he wasn't supposed to be thinking about just how tight Jack's black v neck shirt had clung against his toned chest, or how cute the older boy had looked when his brown hair had fallen in front of his deep brown eyes earlier that day.
Shawn groaned.
No. definitely not.
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Jack stood outside of the door to Chubbie's. He wanted to go in and rectify the situation with Shawn, but that probably wasn't the best idea. Shawn hated him, and probably didn't want to see his face ever, ever again, and Jack? Jack wanted to throw him up against the wall and fuck him senseless every time Shawn's eyes darkened in anger.
Swallowing his pride and fears Jack opened the door to the small restaurant and headed in. He spotted Shawn sitting alone in a booth, staring off into space. He walked up to him.
"You know, no matter how long you stare at that drink your Coke isn't going to magically turn into Whiskey." He joked, hoping Shawn wouldn't kill him.
He seemed to have startled the boy because Shawn jumped in his seat before tugging his eyes up to meet his own stare. Jack played with the end of his shirt nervously, letting a small smile spread across his lips.
Shawn release a hesitant chuckle.
"Heh, yeah. But I was kind of hoping that it would." he replied, his lips turned upward in a barely evident grin which caused Jack to sigh in relief.
Motioning to the empty seat, Jack raised his eye brows in questions and Shawn nodded, welcoming the boy's company.
"So," Shawn started quietly, "I was thinking about earlier today and," he looked up, his eyes falling to Jack's perfectly plump lips. He swallowed.
"And, u-um." he tried again, bit once again, he stopped.
Jack stared at Shawn in confusion. He wasn't sure where the boy was looking, but he thought it was at his lips. That couldn't be right though. Shawn hated him. "And what?" He questioned.
"What?" Shawn asked breaking out of his daze. Jack smirked.
"What were you staring at?" His voice had taken on a somewhat taunting tone.
"Uhm, uh, nothing." Shawn sputtered.
"Didn't look like nothing to me." He replied his smirk widening as the younger boy blushed.
Twirling the empty glass on the table, Shawn only shrugged, his gaze averted down to his hands.
"Yeah well," he looked up, "I should probably go," Shawn lied, forcing his eyes not to stare at Jack's mouth again, but rather, his dark brown orbs. He slowly stood from his seat, throwing down some bills onto the table before shuffling towards the door. Making his way through the crowd of people, he glanced back, his eyes once again, locking on the now smirking Jack, and he pulled on the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling way too hot. He quickly turned away, increasing his pace, needing to get outside and feel the fresh air against his skin.
Just as his hand had grasped the doorknob, Shawn felt a firm grip fasten itself around his other arm. The boy was spun around, but before he could say anything, he was being tugged down an empty hall.
"J-jack!" Shawn yelped in surprise, but the older boy didn't respond, only turned another corner, leading him even further down another hallway. Shawn tried to tear his arm free but soon, he found himself roughly pushed up against the wall, "What are you do-" Smooth warm lips crashed against his own, hands grasping at his hair, and Shawn gasped. Taking advantage of the situation, Jack invaded the younger boy's mouth, pressing his body even harder against the others.
Shawn froze for a moment before he responded. His hand tangled into Jack's hair and he groaned when Jack tugged gently with his teeth on his lower lip. Every reservation he had about Jack, every feeling of resentment and hate flew out of his mind and was replaced with a feeling of over-whelming mind-numbing lust.
Deepening the kiss, Jack's hands retreated from Shawn's hair, to travel down the length of his body. He felt the younger boy suppress a moan, causing Jack to smirk into the kiss. He detached their lips, ignoring the whimper that emitted from the other boy's mouth, and relocated his own to the skin below Shawn's ear.
Shawn grunted in pleasure, thrusting his hips forward to meet his brother's equally hard member. Jack growled against his neck, his hand grabbing Shawn's backside and lifted him so that Shawn could wrap his legs around his waist.
Finally ceasing his actions, Jack leaned his neck back to admire the visibly large mark that now claimed the smaller boy's exposed flesh. He could feel Shawn's heavy breathing against his neck, so, staring down at the boy, Jack allowed one hand to release Shawn's ass. He brought it to the bottom of Shawn's shirt and gently, his hand gliding beneath the thin fabric, he began to massage the boy's lower stomach. He smiled when he earned an approving cry from Shawn's swollen lips. He let his hand slip further down, now resting just stop of the waist of Shawn's low riding jeans.
He let the pads of his fingers gently brush over the bulge that currently strained against its restraints, and felt Shawn shudder against him.
Jack attached his lips to Shawn's ear,
"Mmm, you're sexy."
Shawn released a throaty moan and Jack grinned devilishly. "Oh, you like dirty talk?" He whispered huskily. When all he received as an answer was another moan, he continued, trailing his fingers lightly across the top of Shawn's pants. "Shawnie, I'm gunna do naughty, naughty things to you. I'm gunna make you scream my name so loud you'll feel like your throat is on fire."
Shawn's eyes rolled back into his head, his cock throbbing at Jack's words.
"Uuggg," he groaned out, desperately pushing his hips forward, practically begging for Jack to grab him.
"Do you want that Shawn?" Jack taunted, his finger tips slowly gliding ever so slightly along the length of Shawn's crotch again. Shawn nodded vigorously, his mouth parted, his hands clinging possessively to the back of Jack's head. The older boy removed his hand from Shawn's hard on, and the younger boy whined in protest.
"Shawnie, you didn't answer me," he teased. But he just barely bucked his hips forward, allowing their hips to brush against each other's. Jack couldn't help but release his own groan of delight from the contact. Shawn hopelessly pushed his hips forward again, trying to recreate that delicious friction, but Jack didn't allow it. He grabbed Shawn's waist on either side and pinned his hips firmly against the wall.
"I want you to show me how much you want this." he growled, his teeth digging at Shawn's bottom lip.
"P-please," Shawn whispered. Jack let his tongue run across the other boy's lips hungrily, before reaching up and grabbing Shawn's hand that still rest in his hair. He brought them down in front of them, and rested the younger boy's hands on Shawn's own erection.
"Show me." he urged.
"Sh-show you?" Shawn asked and swallowed hard. Jack nodded and gently nibbled on Shawn's earlobe.
"Mhmm," He hummed, "If you don't want me as a brother then I want you to show me what you do want me as." Shawn bucked his hips forward to but Jack held them firmly in place.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don't get what you want till you show me what it is." His voice was taunting, and it finally made Shawn snap. He pushed forward on Jack and let his own legs fall to the ground. When his feet were firmly planted on the ground he pushed Jack up against the wall across from where he had just been.
His exploration of Jack's body didn't start with his lips, nor did it start anywhere else on his face. It started at that sensitive piece of skin right under his earlobe, the place that could practically undo him if one knew how. He lightly trailed his lips down the other boy's neck and unbuttoned every button on his shirt one by one.
He heard Jack release a staggered moan as he continued his actions, his mouth busy gnawing AT the now bruising flesh of Jack's skin, and his skillful hands gently caressing they older boy's pulsating cock.
Shawn smiled when Jack shivered against his teasing fingers, and then bit roughly at the boy's flesh, suddenly confident with his new found dominance. Continuous desirable whimpers flooded from the moaning boy's lips as he arched his back, fortunately causing both of their erections to grind together.
"Fuck." Jack choked out, licking his now dry lips. The subtle curse managed to make Shawn's already hard dick even more, if that was possible.
Shawn rather violently grasped the older boy's belt buckle within his hands, tugging on it harshly, in desperate need to have it on done.
When he had successfully unbuckled and unzipped Jack's pants, he wasted no time in slipping his hand inside of Jack's briefs, letting his fingers skillfully fondle they boy's erection.
"Mm does that show you?" he asked, tugging harder on the warm piece of flesh when Jack only grunted.
"That's not an answer, Jack." Shawn taunted and teasingly trailing his fingers up and down Jack's cock. "Now, Jackie tell me, am I showing you what I want?"
"Y-yes." He struggled out. Shawn backed away from Jack, losing all contact with the other boy.
"Good, now give me what I want."
Yanking the younger boy by his arm, Jack expectantly pulled Shawn further down the hall. Shawn squeaked in confusion.
Quickly slamming open the bathroom door, the older boy guided Shawn inside, leading him into the closest stall, and having him once again, pushed up against the wall.
He slammed their lips together.