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A/N: Tag to the episode, "J.R.'s Masterpiece." - thanks. Repost.

Warning: This features slash and incest, but it is not detailed, and is not meant to offend.

Song suggestion, "Mission Bells," by Matt Nathanson (thanks animegirl1129).

Bobby knew that what he and J.R. had been doing was wrong. J.R. had told him so - many times.

It hadn't felt wrong, not to him. Even when J.R. had told him the name for it, whispering it to him as though it was a dirty, little secret, forbidding him to speak the word aloud, or tell anybody about what they had. He hated that. Hated keeping his love for J.R. a secret.

Still it hadn't made either of them stop doing it. It hadn't made Bobby want what he had with his older brother any less.

If anything, the forbidden nature of their 'relationship' had made him want those stolen moments in time a little more than he could reasonably and safely have them. Made him miss his brother all the more now that he was never going to be coming back again. Now that there would be no more of those stolen moments, ever.

He'd suffered J.R.'s insults, his ill-temper and his cold indifference, only because Bobby knew that, deep down, J.R. loved him. Even if he didn't say, or show, it much.

It wasn't something meant for the world to see anyway. It was special, something just between the two of them. Kept to the dark recesses and corners of a world quick to judge a love that made them closer than brothers.

Bobby knew that J.R. loved him in the way that his brother said his name - breathy, panting, filled with longing and lust- in the throes of passion.

He knew it by the way J.R. stroked his back - nimble fingers gliding over sweat-slick skin - nails digging in, as he rode out his climax. Dull fingernails leaving raised marks that would fade far too quickly for Bobby's liking.

And then there was that brief moment, just after pulling out of him, when J.R. would hold him as he shivered, body spasming in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He'd whisper the three words that Bobby cherished above everything else: I love you.

"I love you, brother," Bobby said, and he took a sip of his bourbon, mourning the loss of a man whom he'd loved in more ways than he could ever admit. Tears glistened in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. There'd be time for that later.

Please review. Thanks. I'll try not to delete this one, again...