Author's Note: Brotherly Love is dedicated to Guava of Death and Alexandra
Paige, who helped with this in two different ways. I don't own the Newsies.
I don't own Guns and Ammo. I don't own condoms, but they aren't in my
story, so that doesn't matter. Y sin más adieu:
Brotherly Love
By Frogger No Baka
Jack slid his arm around Frog's waist and drew him closer, a self-satisfied smirk playing over his lips. The younger boy arched up and caught Jack's lips in a hungry kiss. "Tomorrow?" The smaller boy asked inquisitively. "Of course," responded Jack. He winked at the younger boy and ruffled his tawny brown hair before reaching for the brassy knob behind him and waved. Frog laughed and blew him one last kiss as Jack shut the door behind him.
Frog stared dreamily at the door for a bit, waiting to see if his lover would reenter the door. Finally guessing that it wasn't likely, the boy turned and entered his kitchen. He wasn't quite hungry, but he hadn't eaten since six hours ago and figured that he might as well put a bit something in his stomach. Grabbing an apple and a peeler, he sat down and his kitchen table, trying to focus on anything but the pile of kitchenware accumulating in his sink.
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People typically know better than to be late to a date with me. Peter Conlon glanced at his watch impatiently. And this is pretty late. In fact, he was reminded how late it was when his stomach growled all too loudly. He hadn't eaten in six hours and his boyfriend, whose rich childhood had obviously gone to his head, felt the desire to promise a large, extravagant homecooked dinner. And where had that gotten him now? In front of his TV watching Carson Kressley inform some that polyester was out. Well, duh.
Not a second after this thought, Peter heard a cab door slam and turned his attention towards the street. His boyfriend carried the food and hobbled up to the door where Peter met him. "About time," he grunted. His boyfriend laughed and Peter's mood and went to kiss him. He entered the kitchen and went to work on presentation. "Sorry, Spot," his boyfriend shrugged apologetically. "I had an endless array of things that I forgot to prepare this morning, so I'm a bit late because of it."
Peter just grunted in return. "I don't really care. Just hurry it up." Peter, slightly aggravated, ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair as he looked outside towards the river and watched as the sunset and the beautiful pinks, oranges, and purples all melted together to form the end of the day.
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As he finished the last of the Goldfish, Frog then turned his attention to the mail on the kitchen counter. He separated the mail into neat piles. Bills for him, one personal letter with a hint of cologne, and his brother's Guns and Ammo. Frog rolled his eyes. Older he may be, but definitely less responsible. Taking a rather large envelope, Frog inserted the magazine, one of his brother's favorite T-shirts, and a not-too- friendly reminder that his brother better "change the damn magazine subscription."
~~~
Peter emptied the contents of a large envelope in front his boyfriend the next morning. Smirking, he put them on the edge of the stairs. "See, Jack, this is brotherly love right here. He used his own stamps right here just to get me my monthly Guns and Ammo. Ain't that some love?"
Jack grinned and showed Pete a smile that he claimed always gave him the feeling that Jack knew more than he let on. "Yep. Sure is. Sure is."
Brotherly Love
By Frogger No Baka
Jack slid his arm around Frog's waist and drew him closer, a self-satisfied smirk playing over his lips. The younger boy arched up and caught Jack's lips in a hungry kiss. "Tomorrow?" The smaller boy asked inquisitively. "Of course," responded Jack. He winked at the younger boy and ruffled his tawny brown hair before reaching for the brassy knob behind him and waved. Frog laughed and blew him one last kiss as Jack shut the door behind him.
Frog stared dreamily at the door for a bit, waiting to see if his lover would reenter the door. Finally guessing that it wasn't likely, the boy turned and entered his kitchen. He wasn't quite hungry, but he hadn't eaten since six hours ago and figured that he might as well put a bit something in his stomach. Grabbing an apple and a peeler, he sat down and his kitchen table, trying to focus on anything but the pile of kitchenware accumulating in his sink.
~~~
People typically know better than to be late to a date with me. Peter Conlon glanced at his watch impatiently. And this is pretty late. In fact, he was reminded how late it was when his stomach growled all too loudly. He hadn't eaten in six hours and his boyfriend, whose rich childhood had obviously gone to his head, felt the desire to promise a large, extravagant homecooked dinner. And where had that gotten him now? In front of his TV watching Carson Kressley inform some that polyester was out. Well, duh.
Not a second after this thought, Peter heard a cab door slam and turned his attention towards the street. His boyfriend carried the food and hobbled up to the door where Peter met him. "About time," he grunted. His boyfriend laughed and Peter's mood and went to kiss him. He entered the kitchen and went to work on presentation. "Sorry, Spot," his boyfriend shrugged apologetically. "I had an endless array of things that I forgot to prepare this morning, so I'm a bit late because of it."
Peter just grunted in return. "I don't really care. Just hurry it up." Peter, slightly aggravated, ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair as he looked outside towards the river and watched as the sunset and the beautiful pinks, oranges, and purples all melted together to form the end of the day.
~~~
As he finished the last of the Goldfish, Frog then turned his attention to the mail on the kitchen counter. He separated the mail into neat piles. Bills for him, one personal letter with a hint of cologne, and his brother's Guns and Ammo. Frog rolled his eyes. Older he may be, but definitely less responsible. Taking a rather large envelope, Frog inserted the magazine, one of his brother's favorite T-shirts, and a not-too- friendly reminder that his brother better "change the damn magazine subscription."
~~~
Peter emptied the contents of a large envelope in front his boyfriend the next morning. Smirking, he put them on the edge of the stairs. "See, Jack, this is brotherly love right here. He used his own stamps right here just to get me my monthly Guns and Ammo. Ain't that some love?"
Jack grinned and showed Pete a smile that he claimed always gave him the feeling that Jack knew more than he let on. "Yep. Sure is. Sure is."