Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 16:45:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lillian <lilli_luthor1961@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roman's Customizing 8

Title:	 Roman's Customizing 8
Fandom:      Brotherly Love
Pairing:     Matt Roman/Joe Roman
Warnings:    incest
Disclaimer:  Brotherly Love is owned and copyrighted by Witt-Thomas
Productions, Warner Bros and Disney.

Joe grew more sullen as the evening wore on.  Jim tried everything from
getting him drunk to flirting openly, but his best friend's mind seemed
otherwise occupied.  The music thumped on as young toned bodies gyrated to
its hypnotic rhythm.

"You wanna leave," Jim screamed in the sulking brunette's ear.

Joe nodded silently.

"You're thinking about him aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?"  It was Joe's turn to yell in his friend's
ear.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Jim leaned in closer, yelling
over the din of the music.  "You have a thing for your brother..."

"Half-brother," Joe interrupted.

"Half-brother," Jim smirked, one blonde eyebrow raised.  "You're worried
about him and my brother being alone."

"I thought we were leaving," Joe said, grabbing his jacket and desperately
trying to avoid any further interrogation from the budding attorney.

Jim grabbed his jacket and practically had to knock people down to catch up
with his friend.  Once outside he grabbed Joe by the arm and spun him
around.  Chocolates eyes looked up at him in anger.

"Joe, I'm sorry.  I didn't know.  I was hoping this weekend would be like
old times.  I don't understand why you bothered to come."

Joe shook his head trying to find the answer to that question himself.  He
knew he was in love with Matt, so why had he been drawn back to his old
flame.

"Joe, I'm not asking to pick up where we left off.  I just wanted to see
you, to have a little fun this weekend."

"I did too," Joe finally spoke.  "It's just that I never imagined that
maybe Matt would want the same things I wanted.  The way he looks at your
brother..."

"Joe," Jim said, stepping closer to the muscular Italian and placing a hand
on his cheek, "this doesn't have to be complicated.  I want you tonight.
David wants Matt.  Why can't we just enjoy ourselves this weekend without
any strings attached?"

"Jim I can't..."

Before he could finish his mouth was engulfed in his friend's.  "Yes you
can."

Matt lay in the guest room staring at the clock.  It was 3:00am and Jim and
Joe hadn't returned.  After several advances from David, Matt had managed
to have enough will power to turn the older boy down.  He was grateful the
older teen hadn't pressed the issue because Matt knew in a battle of
strength; the other boy would have won.  Besides, Matt feared if David had
been more persistent, he would have caved in to that delicious well hewn
body and the rest of the older boy's charms.  Thankfully David left after a
few soft kisses to the younger boy's mouth and a standing invitation to his
room, should Matt change his mind.

Matt felt his groin tighten at the thought.  He needed Joe home now.  What
if Jim and Joe were out doing what he and David weren't?  It wasn't fair.
Why was Joe allowed to have a good time and he wasn't.  He tossed and
turned on his bed debating whether being faithful to Joe had been such a
good idea.  He must have drifted off to sleep because it was after 4:00am
when Joe stumbled into the room, kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto
the bed.  He reeked of alcohol and sex.  Matt was fuming.  He lay there
pinned under one of Joe's massive biceps.  After a considerable length of
time, he extracted himself from his lover and stormed out the room.  He
stood in the darkened living area trying to get his bearings.  Just where
was David's room anyway.  He certainly couldn't charge upstairs and burst
into every room.  He collapsed on the oversized couch and leaned his head
back, shutting his eyes tight.

This wasn't how the weekend was supposed to go, he thought.  He and Joe
were supposed to make love and spend night wrapped in each other's
arms...all night.  No sneaking back to his room in the middle of the night.
No waking alone.  No chance of anyone barging in and catching you.  Matt
rested his head on the armrest as tears spilled from his eyes.  The faint
sound of someone calling his name drew him out of the fog that had taken
him.  His head was resting on something much firmer and warmer than the
leather sofa.

"Hey Matt, did you lose your way to my room?"

Matt slowly peeled his eyes open to confirm he was resting against the
white cotton clad chest of David.  He raised his head and saw emerald eyes
smiling down at him.  A groan from down the hall barely registered as Matt
tried to figure out how he ended up nestled between the boxer briefed
thighs of their host's brother.  It wasn't until Joe cried out his name
that Matt came fully to his senses.

"What is this Mattie...what is this?"

"Joe," David began, "I can explain."

"Shut up.  No one is talking to you."

Matt struggled to his feet leaving David wincing in pain as he used his
hand for support against his balls to push himself up and out of the older
boy's lap.

"You have no right to question me," Matt yelled.  "You're the one who came
home drunk, reeking of sex and you have the nerve to question me?"

David breathed threw the pain and struggled to his feet stepping between
the two brothers.

"I think we should all calm down and talk this over quietly over coffee."

"Stay out of this," the two Romans sang out in unison.

David threw his hands up in surrender and retreated up the stairs towards
his room.

"What's going on," Jim asked as he was knocked off balance by a fleeing
David.

"A lover's quarrel from what I can gather," he said hastily and continued
his retreat.

"Did you fuck him," Joe demanded, pulling his younger brother by the arm.

Without thinking, Matt brought his free hand up and slapped Joe across the
face, temporarily stunning him.  Joe released the boy rubbing his face in
silence as Matt ran down the hall to their shared room.

"Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?" Jim exclaimed from
the top of the steps.

Joe looked up at his friend, his eyes a mixture of hurt and confusion.

"This weekend was a mistake.  I'm sorry.  We're going to go."

With that Joe turned and headed down the hall leaving Jim speechless as he
watched his friend disappear.

As they dressed and packed, neither Roman spoke to the other. Joe grabbed
the bags as Matt followed behind his head bowed in shame, not wanting to
meet the eyes of their hosts after the spectacle they put on earlier.

"Joe, Matt, you don't have to go.  Let's sit down and talk this over."

Matt stood silently staring into the plush carpet on the floor.  He heard
Joe answer his friend in hushed tones.

"I'm sorry about all this Jim.  I think it best we leave."

"Are you two leaving," a voice spoke from the top of the stairs.  The tall
brunette climbed slowly down the steps to stand among the group

Joe looked back and forth from David to Matt.  "I think it's for the best,"
he said tersely.

"Did you have sex with Jim?" Matt blurted out, a solitary tear streaming
down his face.

Joe looked up at Jim at a loss.  Something had happened.  He woke up with
his pants sticky, but he had been so drunk, he wasn't sure how far he'd
gone.

"David," Jim said to his younger brother, "put on some coffee."

The muscular youth moved silently past the group and into the kitchen.

"Let's have a seat and discuss this whole thing rationally."

Joe nodded letting the bags fall in a heap right where he stood and trudged
over to the dining table.  Matt stood still, unable to move.  He wasn't
sure he wanted the answer to his question.  He just wanted to be home and
safe.  He wanted the last day to just disappear.

"Matt?" Jim prompted, pulling a chair out for the young brunette.

Matt moved slowly forward and took the seat opposite Joe at the table.  Jim
sat between them.  The three sat in silence as they waited for David to
return with coffee.  He soon returned with a tray of coffee, sugar and milk
and cookies.  He sat the tray carefully in the middle of the table and
retreated back to the kitchen for cups and spoons.  He eyed the group
warily before he left to retrieve the other items.  Once he returned and
was seated, Jim began.

"Now let's see if we can sort this whole mess out."