A/N: Sorry for the wait people, I got called in to work so I had to delay on updating until now.
Warnings: Same warnings as the previous chapters guys. However I will mention that sexual things are below.
None of the characters belong to me except Greg, Carla, Michelle, Eileen, (Augustus is just the name i picked for Princess's Daddy)
Reviews are greatly welcomed and appreciated.
Brick shifted against the wall of the hospital, searching his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. He found them in his left pants pocket and pulled them out. He leaned against the alleyway that seperated the hospital from its left wing division, where the only way across was the large tunnel like bridge that hovered above the redhead.
'According to Augustus, it should be delivered to that slot box' Brick thought, gazing at the large metalic box nailed onto the corner of the hospital. He had arrived at Brunbury hospital after sending Greg on his way to Butch, leaving him time to quickly buy a similar box to the one arriving. Augustus couldn't stop it, but he had certainly delayed it. All Brick had to do was wait for the truck and quickly switch out the boxes.
The redhead heard the small screeching of tires and quickly glanced towards the end of the alley. 'Well speak of the devil...' He thought, eyeing the mail man that had parked and was currently pulling out a small brown box, Brick's target, and a couple of letters. Brick didn't really pay much attention to the man himself, just what he was carrying.
He waited until the man deposited the items and went back to his white car before he drove on, unnecessarily speeding out of the parking lot.
"Ass" Brick muttered before quickly making his way to the metal box, pushing his hand through the large slot and pulling out his prize. He grinned and quickly replaced the missing item with the box he had picked up for the switch.
Glad thats over..Now to-' Brick was cut off from his own thought when he turned around and collided with someone. It took him off guard and he lost his footing, along with his balance and would've fell backwards onto his rear if the stranger he bumped into hadn't grabbed the folds of his dark red jacket and held him up.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry sir, So sorr-" The stranger frantically apologized until their gazes met. She paused and her eyes widened in surprise and awe while his slightly widened in wonder as red met pink.
Butch grumbled to himself as he quickly washed off the blood on his knuckles in the sink, the slight cuts on them stinging under the cold water. Butch paid it no mind, due to the fact that he was a little pissed that Greg had obviously fucked up and made Brick fix it, and then tried to avoid his lesson by struggling and even insulting him and Boomer.
The noiret shook his head, deciding that his well time hits to Greg's face were worth it for now, and he would teach him a few painful things later when he regained conciousness. Drying his hands off by wiping them on his pants, he returned to the living room to see the blond where he had left him: sitting upright on the very end of the couch with doe eyes. He dropped beside the blond and wrapped an arm around him.
"He scared ya' huh?" He asked.
Boomer nodded and took a hold of Butch's injured hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a feather-like kiss to his brother's swollen knuckles.
"Well, don't worry. He can't do shit now. I'm sorry he yelled and woke ya' up."
"I-I-It w-w-w-wasn't y-your fault Butch..." The blond stuttered, causing Butch to smile.
"Yeah but if I had been quicker all that could've been avoided..."
"I-Its f-f-fine r-really...Y-You know I-I'm a-a-a nervous w-w-wreck a-all the t-time s-so don't b-be s-sorry." Boomer quipped, turning so that he could face Butch fully. Butch grinned and turned so that he could wrap both arms around Boomer and pull him forward, giving him room to lay the blond onto his back on the couch. He nuzzled the blond's neck, earning a small laugh.
"I could help you relax if ya want..." He purred, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively when he rose up to face Boomer.
"Y-Your're r-really pervy s-sometimes B-Butch."
"So they say..." Butch murmured before claiming the blond's lips, enveloping them careefully with his own. He waited until Boomer was the one to push back, causing a smirk to grace his face and he pulled away, playfully nipping at the blond's nose before he gained a serious expression on his face. "Look, I'm not gonna do anything heavy or all the way unless you want to, okay?" Boomer nodded in understanding. "So, what are you up for Booms?"
Boomer bit his lip, closing his eyes before opening them and one of his arms to bring Butch close so that his mouth was level to his ear. He whispered his suggestion, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he did so. Butch pulled away with a laugh.
"That is completely fine with me, just stop me if its too much for ya'." With that Butch kissed his brother again, hands traveling to the hem of his brother's shirt before pulling it up to his chest. He ran his hand up and down the smooth flesh as his kisses traveled across Boomer's jawline and down his neck. The little moans and sharp gasps the blond made started to really arouse him, as Butch found pride in the fact that he could make the blond feel so good. He reached down with his free hand to start to unbutton Boomer's pants, fumbling around until he managed to pop the first one. He unzipped him and reached inside to stroke the stirring length.
"B-Butch!" Boomer gasped, sinking his fingers into the noiret's shoulder's.
"Feel good? Don't worry, theres more." He chuckled, pulling Boomer's pants and boxers down to his knees, exposing the blond's length. He grinned and leaned down to kiss Boomer again as he started to work on getting his own pants out of the way. He didn't have to worry about underwear considering he didn't bother wearing any today, so he simply unbuttoned his pants and slid them out of the way. He broke their kiss and pressed their foreheads together, Boomer's breath ghosting across his face as the blond panted. He offered a smile and Boomer returned it, the blond even wrapped his arms around Butch's neck.
"Hold tight, but don't strangle me. I'm not into that yet" He joked, before grabbing a hold of both their cocks, causing Boomer to twitch. He gripped them both and started with long, slow strokes from base to tip. Boomer trembled and forced himself to relax and ride out the pleasing sensations that shot through his body after every stroke. He keened when Butch's thumb and pointer finger slid across his head.
Butch slowly picked up the pace, jerking his hand up and back down as he even started to move his hips, grinding their erections together. Boomer let out a strange mix between a moan and a whimper, and Butch felt his fingertips become wet, along with Boomer's arms tightening around his neck.
"Gettin' close?" He asked the blond through slightly ragged breaths, jerking his hips forward.
"I-I-I..t-think so..." Boomer breathed out, one of his hands loosening from around Butch's neck to instead grip his shoulder.
"Its ok. Just come." He murmured, squeezing his hands around their lengths. Seeing that Boomer needed one little push to send him over the edge he lightly bit down on juncture where the blond's neck and shoulder met. Boomer buried his head in Butch's neck in respose as Butch felt the blond's release dribble down onto his hand. He closed his eyes and gave them both a few more strokes, helping him reach his own climax as well as Boomer being able to ride out his orgasm.
"Ah Fuck..." He groaned as he came, coating the blond's shirt with some of his come. Boomer trembled when Butch more or less dropped onto him, panting slightly.
"Was that ok Booms?" He asked after a few minutes of relative silence, lifting his head up to rest his chin on Boomer's chest. Boomer simply nodded and gave a small smile, using a shaky hand to ruffle Butch's hair.
"Thats good. Ya' did great, by the way" He added, reaching up to push of few of the blond's bangs away from his face.
"T-Thanks B-B-Butch..."
"Yer welcome bro."
The noiret then sat up for a moment to pull Boomer's pants back in place, although he didn't bother to button or zip them back up. He did the same to his own pants before he reclaimed his previous position of laying on top of his little brother. "We should probably get cleaned up before Brick gets back...but whats the hurry" He mused outloud, pressing a kiss underneath Boomer's ear.
The two Jojo brothers rested on the couch, everything silent except for the sounds of the world outside of their home. Until Butch's phone started ringing.