First story, plan to do more...a series of oneshot songfics.

I DO NOT OWN FOUR BROTHERS OR THIS SONG.

IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE MAN/MAN...THEN DO NOT READ. I'M TIRED OF CLOSE MINDED PEOPLE AND YOU WILL BE IGNORED.

For others, please enjoy!

Jackie walked into the club, his body slightly moving- the music already hitting him. With his hair up in its usual messy fashion, a semi-tight black wife-beater, and jeans that were lose, but still clung low on his hips gave him a desire full look. This was the only place he could be himself fully, without worries. He was sure that he could tell his brothers, but why allow Bobby the pride that he was right?

I've been looking for a driver who is qualified

So if you think that you're the one step into my ride

I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine

Got a sunroof top and a gangster lead

So if you feel it, let me know, know, know

Come on now, what you waiting for, for, for?

My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode

So start me up and watch me go, go, go.

Jackie walked to the bar, and ordered a shot of Jack D. He had to smirk at that every time. Downing it quickly, he set the glass on the bar and walked off to the dance floor. Moving his body to the rhythm of the song playing, Jack raised his hands above his head; his eyes closed dancing to the beat.

Got you where you wanna go, if you know what I mean

Got a ride that's smoother hand a limousine

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night.

'cause it's 0 to 60 in 3.5

Baby, you got the keys

Now shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive

Jackie walked to the bar, and ordered a shot of Jack D. He had to smirk at that every time. Downing it quickly, he set the glass on the bar and walked off to the dance floor. Moving his body to the rhythm of the song playing, Jack raised his hands above his head; his eyes closed dancing to the beat.

I got a class like a '57 Cadillac

And a overdrive with a whole lot of boom in the back

You look like you could handle what's under my hood

You keep saying that you will, boy, I wish you would

So if you feel it let me know, know, know

Come on now, what you waiting for, for, for?

My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode

So start me up and watch me go, go, go

Bobby walked into the newly open bar, looking around. He had heard that his little brother had been spotted here quite a few times. He was originally going to wait for Jack to get home and tease him, but he wanted to see for himself if Jack really did dance here. Seeking through the bodies of dancers, he finally spotted him. Jackie, his little baby brother, was dancing, dirty with two guys. They were so close to together; it looked like they were fucking on the dance floor. Bobby's known possessiveness kicked into high gear as he saw the men's hands on his body.

Get where you wanna go, if you know what I mean

Got a ride that's smoother than a limousine

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night.

Making his way through the hot, sweaty, dancing bodies, he glared at the two men. Knowing who he was, how could they not, the men backed off. Jack didn't notice, he never cared who touched him, so long as he was comfortable.

Cause it's 0 to 60 in 3.5

Baby you got the keys

Now shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive

Closing the distance between his Jackie and him, he too started to dance. He placed his hands on Jackie's hips and moved in time with each other. Jackie noticed the new comer. This person was familiar. The scent, the feel of the rough skinned hands, the feeling of safety. The only person he could feel this safe with was Bobby. His Bobby, whom he had fallen in love with over the years living with his family. He sighed and imagined his love dancing there, by his side.

Cos you play the game,

Got what I got get it get it

Don't stop it's a sure shot

Ain't a Ferrari, huh, boy, I'm sorry

I aint even worried, so step inside

And ride, ride, ride

Jackie started to sing along with the lyrics quietly as he swayed and grinded his hips into the man behind him. Before he could act, the arms moved and wrapped around his waist, pulling him tight against the warm body. A head was placed on Jackie's shoulder, a warm breath that blew in his ear.

So if you fee me, let me know, know, know

Come on now, what you waiting for, for, for?

My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode

So start me up and watch me go, go, go.

It was then Jack knew he wasn't day dreaming; his Bobby was behind him. He didn't need to turn around. Though what Bobby was doing here- let alone if he knew who he was dancing with, Jack had no idea.

Get you where you wanna go, if you know what I mean

Got a ride that smoother than a limousine

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?

If you can, handle baby boy, then we can go all night

"I can handle the curves," Bobby's hot voice said in his ear. If it wasn't for the fact that Bobby was holding him up, Jackie's legs would have vanished from under him. "can you handle that little brother?"

"what are you doing here?" Jack whispered.

"Shh, just relax." Bobby whispered back. The two continued to dance to their own music.

cause it's 0 to 60 in 3.5

Baby, you got the keys

Now shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive

As the song ended, Bobby turned Jack around to look him in the eye. Nothing needed to be said as they both leaned in and shared a small, sweet kiss.

"Lets go home, ya dancin' fairy." Bobby said ruffling his brother hair.

The End