Chapter Four
Warning:This chapter has slash, Jack and Kett. . .you'll prolly grow to hate Kett cuz he's a dickhead. . . .I'm sorry to be sticking Jackie with such an ass, but (shrugs) that's how most abused people go--right to the one's most like the ppl from their pasts... . . .please read and review. . . .
An hour later Jack stood outside, well in the small enclosed porch, waiting for Kett. He took the last hit off his third cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot, his foot tapping in anticipation afterwards. He had met Lock a few moments ago, Ma had literally forced the teen upstairs to meet himself and Angel, and he still couldn't discern just how he felt about her.
She's kinda cute. . .got the punky-goth rock star look. . .he thought with a small grin.
He shivered and pulled his leather jacket tighter around him, shoving his hands in the pockets, and reflected on the girl. She had red, choppy-razor cut hair, with a decent chunk of her bangs dyed jet-black, and paired with her silver eyes, it made her dangerously cute. She had been dressed in tightish, boy style skater jeans, a two-line studded belt, and a black T-shirt with blue and purple splatter paint skulls on it to complete the whole outfit.
She has an artists hands, he thought, remembering her pale, slender fingers. I bet she rocks that guitar of hers. . .Wonder if she draws. . .
He shook his head violently, shoving the thoughts away. Jack couldn't possibly like the girl! There was no way! He got the feeling that she was really dark, very "goth", her silver eyes had a haunted look he didn't like. He could just picture her sitting inside, staring at Bobby and Angel with those haunted eyes.
Stop it! he yelled at himself. Just fuckin' quit already. . .
Jack contemplated another cigarette, quickly dismissing the thought. He only had half a pack left, who knew when Bobby would be willing to take him to get another pack or two, and he didn't have any stuff left to roll his own. He toyed with his tongue stud impatiently, where the hell was Kett?
Bobby had been pretty pissed when Jack had gotten his tongue pierced at the tender age of thirteen. Yet, the older boy had taken him to get his first tattoo not a year later, the man made no sense.
"Hey, Jackie!" Kett slammed up against the screen door, an evil grin on his face.
"Jesus Kett!" he jumped and smirked at the twenty-one-year old.
He dyed his hair blue. . .cute. . .
The older boy quickly opened the door and greeted his boyfriend with a mind blowing kiss, eventually shoving the youth into the leather chair that sat on the porch. Jack felt his body erupt into goose bumps as his tongue ring was played with, but he remembered that everyone was inside the house.
"Kett," he panted, pushing the boy off him. "Everyone's inside. . ."
"Oooh, kinky," the green eyes sparkled and lips met Jack's again.
"I'm serious, Kett! C'mon get off me, before someone sees us," he groaned, prying the boy off him.
"Oh fine, ruin all my fun," Kett grinned, sitting on Jack's lap. "I got somethin' for ya, baby."
"Yeah?" he murmured, running a hand on the boy's thigh.
"Hell yeah," Kett breathed, stealing a deep kiss. "You want it?"
"Depends on what it is," Jack smirked, moving his hand to the tight tummy.
"Here," Kett smiled, handing Jack a small plastic box. "Put it in."
"A new stud!" he laughed, opening the package. "Shoulda known."
"Well, you've been wanting a new one," Kett purred, nuzzling into his neck.
Jack switched the studs in his tongue, having to really focus to do it. Kett was in the process of biting his neck and it was driving him nuts. The older boy pulled back and licked Jack's lips teasingly, pulling the teens head back by a handful of the sandy hair, and licked his Adam's apple.
"Kett!" he gasped. "Dude, my Ma's in the damn house! Quit!"
"In a minute," came the muffled response, a hand sliding up Jack's inner thigh. "Jackie, do you have a hard-on?"
"No, it's a friggin' banana in my pocket!" he growled, growing annoyed that his boyfriend wouldn't listen. "Now, get the hell off me and stop!"
Kett's green eyes glowed with lust and anger when they met Jack's hazel ones, his strong hand running the inner thigh with more force. Jack moaned, despite the fact that most of his family could walk out at any damn moment and catch them, and his hips arched up, begging for more. Suddenly, the hand grabbed his crotch and squeezed mercilessly.
"Fuck!" Jack yelped, a tear springing to his eyes from the immense and sudden pain.
Kett's unoccupied hand grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him close, and his mouth went to Jack's ear. The hand between his legs tightened it's grip and Jack bit back a scream.
"You little shit!" Kett hissed. "You don't fucking tell me what to do! I fucking tell you! Do you understand! You're mine! Got it?"
Jack nodded, fighting the urge to cry, and tried in vain to get his breath. The hand released him and he sucked in a shallow breath, fresh tears spilling down his face. Kett kissed his cheek, then climbed off him as if nothing had ever happened, and shoved his hands into his pockets. Jack was doubled over, wiping his face with one hand, and trying to recover.
"C'mon, get yourself together. I wanna go inside and meet this new stray your Ma saved," Kett said causally.
I just told Bobby he was gettin' better. . .his mind whined. And I had to go and fuck it up. . .
"Shit, Jackie," a hand tousled his hair. "I'm sorry sweetie. I'll make this up to you, babe, I swear. All right?"
Jack nodded, composing himself, and slowly stood up. His groin throbbed and he had trouble walking without limping. Kett slipped an arm around his slender waist and pulled him close.
"I love you, Jack-o," he purred, kissing him.
"I love you too, Kett," Jack whispered, as they entered the house.
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Lock's foot twitched anxiously as she sat upstairs, a hockey game was on, and she was on the couch with Bobby- who watched the game intently. She desperately wanted to be back in her "room", where she felt safe, but Evelyn was trying to get her used to the boys, so here she stayed.
She looked up when she heard the front door open and saw Jack walk in with an older guy. The older man, who had blue hair, was standing close to the youngest of the Mercer brothers, a hand on the slim waist. Her whole body cringed when the man's green eyes looked her over, a strange smile on his lips, and Lock actually shivered. Her gut informed her that this guy was a major creep and she sneered, turning her focus back to the hockey game.
"Kett's here," Bobby growled, leaning over to look.
"Don't start nothin' with him, Bobby," Angel warned from the recliner he had claimed.
"I ain't gonna. . ."
Is Jack dating him? she wondered. Why would he pick such a creep?
Gays or bisexuals, such as Jackie, didn't bug Lock in the slightest. She had a gay couple in her band, she actually felt safer around gays-they would never try anything sexual with her. But the guy hanging on Jack made her nervous, he scared the hell out of her, he had a bad aura.
"Lock," Bobby whispered. "Lock!"
She looked at him nervously, jumping when he said her name. The blue eyes had a strange look in them and his body language screamed that he was on edge. She shied away form him when he leaned forward, feeling panics familiar strangle hold on her heart.
"Lock, come over here. Sit on the other side of me," Bobby instructed, patting the couch on his left.
"Fuck you!" she snapped.
"Listen to me!" he hissed, grabbing her wrist.
She shut her eyes, cowering, as she expected the man to beat the shit out of her. Instead, the hand loosened it's hold on her wrist, the thumb gently caressing her skin, and he moved closer.
Oh, God, please no. . . .What in the shit is he gonna make me do? she whimpered, starting to tremble.
Lock had managed to stay a virgin during all the homes she'd been in, but that didn't mean the boys she lived with before hadn't gotten inventive. Her jaw clenched as a whole list of stuff went through her head that Bobby could make her do to him and she felt like dying.
"Bobby! You're scaring the hell outta her! Let her go, man," Angel hissed. "The shit you thinkin'?"
"Shit!" Bobby whispered, letting her go. "Lock, I'm sorry! Jesus. . ."
She pulled her arm close to her body, trying to control her shakes, and fought tears. She regarded the blue eyed man with mistrust, keeping close watch on his hands, and bit back the urge to just attack him. There was something about his actions that struck her as being protective, she wanted to see if that feeling was right.
"What?" she whispered carefully.
"I want you to sit on the other side of me, closer to Angel, in between us," he muttered.
"Why?"
"Well, unless you'd prefer sitting next to that fuck head Kett, I'd feel better knowing you were as far away from him as I could get you," he looked at her. "I'm just tryin' to protect you, Stray."
"He really is, kiddo," Angel said. "Kett's a freakin' creep. . ."
"I got that feeling. . ." she murmured. "Don't fucking touch me, ever again, Bobby Mercer. . ." she growled.
"I won't, Stray. And I'm sorry I did, I didn't mean anything by it. . ." he looked sincere.
"Bobby! Who's playin'?" Jack called from the kitchen.
Lock quickly moved t the other side of Bobby, bringing her knees up close, and felt terror start to creep in. The oldest Mercer cast an apologetic look at her and scooted closer, holding up a hand when she glared at him. He left just barely inches between them, trying his best to not crowd her, but also to be damn sure Kett couldn't sit near her.
"Bobby?" Jackie called again, walking into the living room. "Who's playin?"
"Wings an' someone else. . .Wings're kickin' ass too!" he declared proudly.
"Language, Bobby Mercer!" Evelyn hollered down the steps.
"Oops, sorry Ma!"
"I'm so sure," she snickered, coming downstairs- she had gotten dressed for work. "Oh, Kett. I didn't know you were coming over today."
"Hi, Mrs. Mercer," the blue haired man grinned. "I hope you don't mind, I'm only stayin' for a lil while. . . ."
"No, I don't mind. Jackie, next time ask me," she looked at the youngest Mercer.
"Sorry Ma," he shuffled his feet in shame.
"It's all right, Jackie," Evelyn smiled, hugging her boy. "I'm off to work, I love you."
"Love you too," he whispered.
She hugged the rest of her boys, giving Bobby a curious look when he didn't move from his spot on the couch, and looked at Lock proudly. The woman knew enough to not even attempt touching the young girl. The boys all yelled that they loved her as she left for work. Jackie sat next to Bobby, kicking his feet up on the glass coffee table, and Kett sat next to him.
I don't want to be here. . .she whimpered internally. But I don't dare let Kett see that he freaks me out. . . .that's just trouble. . .
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Jackie felt incredibly happy that Bobby had gotten Lock as far from Kett as possible, he didn't like the way his boyfriend had looked at the stray. Kett was toying with him again, his hand secretly playing with the small of his back, and Bobby gave him a very pissed off look. Normally, his brothers would have left the room or told them to leave, but not with Lock being up here with them. It was up to Jackie.
"Fuck, I need a smoke," he muttered, getting off the couch.
"Hey, you got one I can bum?" Kett asked, following him to the front door.
"Yeah."
Jack slipped his coat on, thankful Kett had gotten the message. Bobby gave him a knowing look and moved down on the couch, giving Lock more room. The girl took advantage of the space and stretched her legs out, crossing them at the ankles. He quickly left the house.
Kett slammed him against the brick wall on one side of the house as soon as they were outside. The older boy showed his power, kissing Jack hard, and pinning him to the wall, his hand massaging Jack's thigh. Jack moaned loudly, moving into the touch, eager to have their make-up session finished- it was weird being in the open like this, but even weirder with Lock being right inside.
"Shhhhh, Jack-o," Kett laughed, undoing the young boy's pants. "Someone'll hear and call the cops."
"Let 'em," he groaned as the hand slid in his boxers.
"Well, someone's excited," Kett snickered as he slowly shoved Jack's pants to his ankles with the free hand.
Jack's eyes closed as the hand started to move, another loud moan escaping him, and he arched forward. His boyfriend moved closer, kissing Jack's neck as he carefully gave him a hand job, and pinned him to the wall. The hand moved faster, the man's breath just as ragged as Jack's, and Jack moved his hips in time with his lover. Kett slowed suddenly, stroking with long, hard movements, and Jack's knees buckled as he finally climaxed. He would have fallen to the freezing ground if Kett hadn't been pinning him to the damn wall.
"There we go," Kett laughed huskily. "Told you I'd make it up to you."
Jackie nodded, pulling his pants back up and fastening the buckle and button. He went to move and Kett pushed him back, grinding their hips together, slowly Jack felt dread settle in the pit of his stomach: they weren't done yet.
"Time to break in that new tongue stud, Jackie," Kett panted, undoing his own pants.
Jack bit back a plea of protest, knowing that if he didn't, Kett would beat the hell out of him and then just force Jack to do it. He took a deep breath to steady his frayed nerves, and watched as Kett leaned against the wall.
The things I do for love. . .he thought grimly, moving in front of his boyfriend. If Bobby new about this, not just the fact that he hits me, he'd fucking kill him. . .then me
"C'mon Jack," Kett growled with a lustful smile. "Use that sweet lil mouth of yours to rock my world!"
Jack grinned weakly, kissing Kett's lips, and slowly let his hand travel between the legs. He felt sick and shaky, he would have been fine if Kett hadn't been so demanding, so forceful--just like those fucks from his childhood. It's not like this was the first time he'd given him a blow job, but the way he was acting made him hate it. The green eyes burned into his soul, demanding silently that Jack quit using his hand, and Jack went numb. He knelt before the man, going about his job quickly, not thinking and not feeling a damn thing as he did.
"Oh Jack!" Kett moaned, grabbing the back of his head and forcing him to swallow.
Jack repressed a gag as his boyfriend zipped up his pants, he wiped his mouth with one hand, and felt like puking all over the place. Kett pulled him to his feet and kissed him, grinning when he pulled back.
"Mind blowing as always, Jack-o," he beamed. "I hate to do this, but I gotta split. . ."
"It's all right," Jack faked a smile.
Figures. . .fuck and duck. . .what's new? he thought.
"Mmmm," Kett murmured, kissing him again. "See ya soon, baby. I love you."
"Love you too, Kett," he whispered, watching the boy walk down the street and get in his car.
Jack went and sat in the screened in porch, lighting a cigarette to try and get Kett's taste out of his mouth. He felt disgusting and dirty, just like he used to when he was younger, and he hated himself. Bobby came outside and sat in the wicker chair next to him, silently lighting his own smoke.
"Just another booty call today, huh?" he asked, taking a long drag.
"Shut up, Bobby. . ."
"Jack, that thing doesn't love you! He's fucking using you!" his older brother snapped, touching his shoulder.
"You're wrong, Bobby! You don't know jack shit!"
"Right!" he stood up in front of Jack. "I don't know shit about you anymore, Jackie! You have spent years tryin' to escape the fucks in your mind that haunt you, the things that they made you do to them, and then you go and fucking date one of them?"
"You don't understand," Jack whimpered, starting to cry. "I love him. . ."
"I don't want him here ever again, Jack," Bobby said, kneeling down to make eye contact. "Did you see the way he looked at Stray? Fucking undressed the kid right there with his eyes. . ."
Jack nodded, sobbing loudly, he had seen that look in Kett's eyes and he hated it. Kett was scaring him lately, talking about stuff like threesomes, and wanting a young girl in on it. Jack felt like the man had somehow picked Lock and he felt like it was all his fault.
"Jack, come here, ya lil fairy," Bobby murmured, hugging him.
Jack clung to his older brother, his protector, and cried. Bobby was the only person in his whole life to ever give a shit and be there for him, even if the man did suck royally at the whole "comforting" business. Bobby rubbed his back awkwardly, muttering reassurances in his ear.
I shouldn't do this shit to him, get all sensitive, and queer. . .I should really be cryin' on Ma's shoulder. . .she's the one for comfort. . . .poor Bobby. . .he smiled and laughed lightly at the thought of how his older brother's skin must be crawling from the show of affection.
"Jackie?"
"I'm all right. . .Sorry to go all bitch on you like that," he smiled, wiping his face. "I know you suck at the whole affection bit."
"Yeah, blow me, you fuck," Bobby messed up his hair. "Wanna see if we can't find a pick up game?" Hockey was Bobby's answer to all of life's problems.
"Nah," Jack snickered, feeling a lot better. "Think I'm gonna take a shower and a nap. . .I don't feel too well. . ."
"A'ight, fairy boy," Bobby grinned. "You do that. I'm goin' to find a game."
"Don't pulverize anyone too bad, Bobby," he smiled, getting up. "Ma can't afford to bail your dumb ass out."
"You forget, Princess, I'm here to keep outta prison. . .Judges orders. . .Why the fuck would I jeopardize that?"
Jack laughed at his brother's blatant honesty, opening the door and going inside. The phone rang and Bobby darted past him to get it. He went to the stairs in a hurry, he couldn't wait to get a shower and clean up. On his way up, he removed the new tongue stud, not wanting it after what Kett made him use if for, and switched back to the old one.