~Burn for You~

By: Aerys Krystie.

Theme: The same as the previous part.

Plot: Jack and Bobby return to the family home for Angel and Sofi's first anniversary and things don't go as well as they'd hope.

Pairing: Bobby/Jack

Warnings: Language, slash, OOC.

Disclaimer: Everything of and referring to Four Brothers is not mine. This is a fan-based, non-profit story. Please support the official release.

I claim not rights to the lyrics. Once again, they were sung by Australian legend John Farnham.

July, Kansas

Jack scratched his head through the beanie he wore and pressed his ear to the cold metal of the safe. He listened to the tumblers, humming softly as turned the dial. He smirked as the last tumbler clicked into place and then opened the safe, rifling through the money and cases of jewels. He was hired to get something specific, though it was tempting to take the money that was just sitting there. He found the sapphire that the client wanted and grinned, not bothering to close the safe. He slipped out of the window he had opened to get in and jumped over the balcony railing. He rolled as he landed and slipped the gem into the pocket of his pants, climbing the brick wall that surrounded the mansion and dropping on the other side.

Payment: 243,000.

August, Massachusetts

Jack stared at the bank vault and grinned. He had cracked it a minute ago, while his band members ran in and took what they wanted. He was enjoying his handiwork and eventually joined them. He walked through the safety deposit boxes and found the number he was after. He pulled out the plastic key he made of the master key when he rented a box. He picked the other lock and found the case of uncut diamonds, knowing that his fence would give him a decent price for them. He told the others to shut up and listened. He could hear a clicking sound and his eyes widened, screaming at them to get out of the vault. Jack winced as the vault door slammed shut and he stared at it, unable to believe he missed that. He hacked into the surveillance systems and deleted the footage, deciding that he was getting too cocky.

Payment: 2,600,000.

September, Oregon

Another bank hit, this time for a client. They needed to get into a specific safety deposit box and take out the documents, without being caught. The downside was that the systems were more difficult to hack, as Jack soon learned. He had a hard time trying to wipe the drives and getting the codes for the vault. He remembered gritting his teeth and almost ripping his hair out. However, once he stopped trying a brute force attack, he managed to worm his way into the system and shut it down for a few minutes, which was long enough for the band to get in and take what was needed. He remembered the way that they had ran out of the bank, laughing and screaming about what they just accomplished.

Payment: 215,000.

October, California

Jack stared at the painting that they were doing the Mona Lisa scam with. He moved through the crowd in his tailored suit, talking with potential buyers and those that would do anything to get the painting. He made the deals and told them that their painting would be delivered to them via courier, once the payment had entered the account. He stole the painting on the last night of the exhibit and waited for the payments to go through, before he sent the forgeries out to the people that had bought them. He remembered looking at the painting and smirking, thinking that he was getting a little too big for his boots. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was caught for one of his various crimes.

Payment total: 3,875,000.

November, Rhode Island

The blueprints for some luxury building didn't seem like anything worth stealing. However, they were contacted by their fence who told them that the money was good and they got the details they needed. The band was looking at doing more work, as the gigs the band was getting weren't that good. Jack had incorporated his versions of 'Angels' and 'Have a Little Faith in Us,' which seemed to make the crowds happy. He was about to bring up adding another song that he thought would be a lot of fun, until he remembered that none of them knew how to play the bagpipes and they couldn't afford to bring in another member. So, he pushed the idea to the side and focused on cracking the safe where the blueprints were being held. It was relatively simple and he was running out of the building and handing them over to the fence.

Payment: 300,000.

December, Paris

Jack remembered unable to shake the feeling of someone watching him. Yet, despite how much he looked around, he couldn't find the person that was boring into him. He shook his head and continued with the safe of the museum. He noticed that the band was trying to figure out what had him distracted and Jack was getting annoyed with it. All it took was one mistake and he refused to be the reason why he and his band went down. He opened the safe and stepped to the side, rolling his shoulders and going to the computer. He got into the security system and wiped the drives, before he brought up the cameras and frowned at an external one. His eyes widened when the person looked up at the camera and his head snapped to the door. He called out for the others to hurry up, as someone was outside. They were out of the building within forty-five seconds.

Payment: 556,000.

Jack stared out his window. He could feel Jeremiah wanting to question him for why he left and how he had the money to pay the basic bills of Mom's home. He wasn't ready to reveal anything about what he'd done in New York and several other States, while they were touring. He'd been in Detroit twice in the last year and refused to make any contact with his family. He went to the venue and then went back to the hotel.

He wasn't sure if Bobby had told any of them about their near encounter in Paris. It seemed that the rest of the family was kept out of the loop, which worked for Jack. He knew that Jeremiah and Angel didn't think he could do any wrong in their books, aside from break a few school rules and dabble a little in coke and heroin. Since Pairs, Jack had refused to take on any more jobs, as he wasn't sure if Bobby had found out who his fence was and got the information from him.

As the home came into view, Jack forced back a sigh when he saw Bobby's car outside. Being away hadn't done shit for his feelings. If anything, it just made them stronger. All he wanted to do was run back there and throw his arms around Bobby, begging him to not leave. He had to fight back the urge to return home, along with the urge or reading the note that Bobby left him. He was surprised his oldest brother would show up for the anniversary of Angel and Sofi.

Jeremiah parked the car and Jack exhaled sharply, opening the car door. He grabbed his guitar case and bag from the backseat. He slung the case over his shoulder and wondered if he could get away with getting into the house by slipping into his room via the roof. He really didn't want to see Bobby, but he also knew that Angel and Sofi would be in the house. He didn't want to shun them.

Pushing back the heartache, Jack plastered a smile on his face and followed Jeremiah into the house. He heard Sofi scream and charge down the stairs, hugging him tightly. Jack laughed and returned the hug, before he stepped to the side and hugged Angel, mentioning how much he'd missed them. Angel ruffled his hair, which made Jack slap his hand. He went upstairs and dumped his bags on the bed and joined them downstairs, ignoring Bobby, who was in the living room and taking up as much room as possible on the sofa.

Bobby followed his movements with his eyes, though he refused to say anything to him. The tension between them didn't go unnoticed by their other brothers. Sofi hadn't been around enough to notice that Bobby and Jack weren't talking to each other. Instead, Angel asked her to go to the store and pick up some kind of beer that was apparently Jack's favorite. She narrowed her eyes, but eventually agreed when Angel smiled at her. Jack closed his eyes for a moment and then headed into the kitchen, pulling his smokes out of his pocket.

"I ain't doin' this," Jack called as he went out the backdoor.

"Too fuckin' bad, little brother," Angel said as he followed Jack. "I wanna know what's goin' on with you and Bobby. The last time y'all were this silent was because y'all kissed under the mistletoe and didn't want no one to know."

Jack closed his eyes, blushing. "Low blow, Angel." He opened his eyes and gazed at his older brother. Angel's eyes were hard, demanding an explanation. Jack shrugged. "Shit happened."

"Ya think?!" Angel demanded and inhaled deeply, likely counting to ten as Mom taught them. "You vanished without a word, the same day that Bobby left. We thought y'all went to Iceland to get married, since no one there would know y'all are adopted. Then Bobby comes home a few months ago, sayin' he saw ya in Paris."

Jack froze, his eyes darting to the backdoor. However, since Angel didn't mention the theft, he assumed that Bobby used the excuse he was there for work and that he probably saw Jack in some venue, performing. He could be thankful that Bobby still knew how to keep his secrets. Unfortunately, he knew that Bobby would use that against him.

So, Jack sighed and shrugged again. "I decided to focus on my music again. Singing at ya wedding reminded me how much I love it." It wasn't a complete lie and Angel had a hard time telling if it was truth or not. He flicked the end of his cigarette away and rubbed his eyes. "Ever since we kissed under that mistletoe, before we left, I've been tryna stop…feeling for him."

Angel exhaled softly and placed an arm around Jack's shoulder, holding him tight. "Ya gotta stop thinkin' about it like it's a bad thing, man. How many relationships have ya been in?" Jack glared and Angel grinned. "The exact same amount as Bobby. How the hell can y'all both be so smart, but so dumb at the same time?"

Jack rolled his eyes and shrugged Angel's arm off his shoulder. He answered his phone as it vibrated in his pocket and raised an eyebrow at the number. He excused himself and spoke quietly to the person on the other end, ignoring the curious stare from Angel. Jack laughed and hung up. He ran into the house and up the stairs. He opened his guitar case and pulled out a Velcro pouch, slipping it into the front of his jeans and jogged downstairs, pausing when Bobby blocked his path.

"Got a hot date?"

"Kinda," Jack answered and stepped around Bobby, calling out that he wouldn't home until late.

Jack ran down the path and jumped into the waiting van, hugging his band members as they headed to their next gig. He laughed and joked with them, looking over the blueprints. He went silent for a moment and then wondered if he'd jumped on this job too quickly. He knew that his band mates had joined him in Detroit, but that was just so they could leave together after the anniversary dinner and Jack was happy for the distraction. He blinked as the drummer ruffled his hair and went back to laughing and planning.

After the small heist in a local bank, Jack made his way back into the house. He easily picked the lock and closed the door silently. It was nearing three in the morning, but he paused and listened for any signs of movement. The house was silent, so Jack shrugged and locked the door. He made his way up the stairs and into his bedroom, freezing when he turned on the light and saw Bobby sitting on his bed.

Not meaning to, Jack rolled his eyes as he noticed that Bobby was glaring at the floor. He removed his jacket and hoodie. He dropped them to the floor, so they could be washed tomorrow. He didn't want to leave Detroit with the smell of the city on him. As he was about to pull off his long sleeved shirt, he noticed that was Bobby had raised his head and moved to glaring at him. Jack blinked and raised an eyebrow. He knew that Bobby knew what he did.

"Why did you even come back if you ain't gonna spend with your family?" Bobby asked quietly and Jack froze, every sense alert. Bobby was never quiet about his anger, unless he was ready to kill someone. "You barely spent five minutes here, before ya ran off to rob a bank!"

Jack relaxed as Bobby's voice rose. "Bobby," he said softly and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "What I do is none of your fucking business! This'd be like me demanding to know what you did every time you left us!"

Bobby narrowed his eyes and stood up, which made Jack step away, pressing his back against the closet door. He kept reminding himself that Bobby would never hit him out of anger, aside from a slap upside the head. Still, he couldn't shake the fear at the gleam in Bobby's eyes. His big brother was livid with him and Jack wasn't sure if it was because he robbed banks or because he did while they were supposed to be spending time together as a family.

"I ran a chop-shop while I was away," Bobby said and went to the door. "I thought you woulda recognized the sounds when I hung up on ya three months ago."

Jack lowered his eyes as his bedroom door was closed. He heard Mom's bedroom door slam and sighed, trying to forget what happened three months ago that had him calling Bobby. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but the moment Bobby heard his voice, he hung up and Jack knew he couldn't turn his big brother for anything ever again. That pain had cut through what he was feeling and he'd gone on a little bit of a bender.

Aside from torching places and beating the shit out of people in bar brawls, Jack had hit the drugs hard. His favorites were painkillers. It wasn't until his band members forced him into rehab that Jack realized he had a problem. Once he was freed, he'd set a school on fire for just something to do, before he turned to the pub that had caused him so much pain and shame. He found the three that had attacked him while drunk and nearly beat them to death. He managed to flee the State before the cops found him.

He didn't need his big brother, but he sure would've felt better knowing he was there to protect his back. Jack closed his eyes and slid down the closet door, not bothering to stop the tears. When Bobby hung up on him, he'd refused to let them fall. Bobby showed him how to be stronger than the others without doing anything. It didn't change the fact that Bobby had refused to help, though.

Sniffling, Jack opened his eyes and grabbed his hoodie. He felt the need to kill someone, now. He wiped his eyes and cheeks, pulling his hoodie on and leaving his bedroom. He was halfway down the stairs, when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He grabbed it and spun around, pulling Bobby close to him and kneeing him in the ribs. Bobby simply cocked an eyebrow and Jack growled.

Bobby sighed and pulled Jack up the stairs and threw him into his bedroom. "Go to sleep, before I put you out, ya little fairy."

Not meaning to, Jack flinched at the nickname. He placed an arm over his eyes when he felt Bobby staring at him, clearly curious about the flinch. It'd been years since he last reacted that way to the nickname. He wished desperately that Bobby could fix him, but his brother wanted nothing to do with him. If it wasn't for the anniversary, Jack wouldn't have stepped foot back in Detroit with them knowing.

"Jack," Bobby said as he crouched beside the bed, not surprised when Jack turned his back to him. He rolled his eyes and rolled him onto his back. "Why did you call me, three months ago?"

"Because I was stupid and…I…kinda needed my big brother." Jack dropped the arm and stared at the ceiling. He glanced at Bobby and winced when he saw the pain in his brother's eyes. Bobby had figured out what happened. "Don't worry about it. I took them out last month." He sniffed and cleared his throat, trying to remove the lump that had formed there. "I should thank you for that."

"Fuck, Jack! Why didn't you say somethin' before I hung up?" Bobby demanded as he stood up and glared at the wall. "You didn't say anythin' for like a minute and I figured you were just fuckin' with me! Tryna get back at me because I wouldn't sleep with ya!"

Jack felt as though he'd been slapped. He sat up and shoved Bobby away. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?!" he shouted as he stood up. "I know why you won't sleep with me! I fuckin' respect your decision! What I don't respect is you leavin' me the day after! I mean, how fuckin' dare you!"

Bobby raised an eyebrow, before he burst out laughing. Jack blinked, trying to figure out what he'd done that seemed so funny to him. "Holy fuck! You sounded just like Ma then!" He suddenly lost all mirth.

The silence that fell over them reminded the other that all they had was each other. They might say or do something that reminded them of Mom, but she wasn't there anymore. Jack lowered his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. He didn't fight as Bobby pulled him into a hug. In fact, he clung to his brother, trying to offer as much comfort as he could, while taking as much as he could.

It had been nearly two years since Mom was taken from them. It had been nearly two years since Jack almost died in the snow that day. Jack wondered how long it would take Bobby to get over his guilt, as he wanted nothing more than to just hold his brother at night. He wanted to be the one to say that everything would be okay and that they didn't need to worry.

"I love you, Bobby," he whispered and closed his eyes, expecting Bobby to push him. Instead, he was held tighter.

"I love you, too, Jackie," Bobby said softly and kissed the side of his head. After another minute, he pulled back. "Get some sleep. I'm fairly certain that they want you to sing for them, again."

Jack lowered his eyes, chewing his lower lip. He nodded and smirked. "I can do that. I think I have the perfect song for all of us." And this time, I'm gonna sing that song for you, he decided and went to his bed. He pulled off his hoodie and crawled under the covers. Bobby watched him and then left the bedroom, turning off the light and closing the door.

The following morning, Jack contacted his band and told them that they would be performing for the anniversary dinner. They didn't seem that thrilled, especially considering all of them were terrified of Jack's brothers. He hadn't kept anything hidden from them. He told them everything they'd gotten mixed up in when they were younger and how easily they killed people that threatened their family. They'd all seen the clips of Bobby as the Michigan Mauler and none of them wanted to get on his bad side.

However, all of them were itching to play again. He told them which songs he wanted to play. Two of them would be for Angel, Sofi and his family, while the final song, which was done by a solo acoustic, would be for Bobby, though Jack wasn't going to say that. He didn't want everyone to know how he felt about his brother, but he knew that Bobby would know the song was for him.

They went back to the hotel that the wedding was held out and Jack and his band got set up. They spent a few minutes playing a few notes and chords, warming up their instruments and their vocal cords. As he looked around, Jack wondered how the pictures turned out of the wedding. He was surprised that Angel and Sofi hadn't pulled out the album and showed him every picture.

He pulled off his guitar and stepped outside of the ballroom and lit up. He had gotten there before his brothers, as he didn't want his band to feel uncomfortable. Somehow, being around their instruments seemed to make them far more brazen than they actually were. He knew all of them were worried that Bobby would call them out for their other life, but they failed to realize that Bobby would never do that. He was an asshole, but he wasn't a fucking asshole.

Jack looked over his shoulder as he heard Bobby's voice calling out. He couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw that Bobby already had a beer bottle in his hand. He didn't want to know where the other five were, considering the wedding last year. The band was staring at him and Angel and then looked at Jack, as though asking if these people were his brothers. Jack never bothered to tell them that they were adopted, as he felt that was an unnecessary fact, except when it came to Bobby.

"Y'all remember Bobby? The other is Angel," Jack called and crushed out his smoke.

Bobby looked at the band, as though just noticing they were there. Jack knew that Bobby's observation was remarkable. "Hey," he said simply and polished off his beer. He pulled another from the pocket of his jacket and cracked it. "So, ya Jackie's band?"

Jack stood beside Bobby and smiled. "Yep." He glanced at Bobby and saw the way his brother was running his eyes over each and every member. "Don't start," he whispered and Bobby looked at him sharply, before he shrugged and finished that beer in two mouthfuls.

"I thought they woulda stayed in New York, Jackie-poo," Angel said as he ruffled Jack's hair. "Y'all gonna sing for us, again?"

The band nodded mutely, not taking their eyes off of Jack, still demanding to know how Angel was his brother. Jack finally rolled his eyes. "All right, all right. We're adopted. I didn't think that was important, since they're my family," he explained and shrugged, but then their eyes honed in on Bobby. "Don't start, guys," he warned.

"Well, knowing that he's—" the drummer started.

Jack grabbed Bobby's empty bottle from his hand and threw it at the drummer. "I said not to fuckin' start!" he shouted as the glass shattered on the wall behind the drummer. He narrowed his eyes and the band looked down, suddenly finding the stage very interesting.

Bobby wrapped an arm around Jack's waist and pulled him out of the ballroom, while Angel glared at the band. He had no idea why he was, but they'd almost said something to upset Jack and that was enough for him to want to deck them. He followed his brothers out of the room and watched as Jack paced, running his hands through his hair and growling quietly to himself.

Angel accepted the beer that Bobby handed him, wondering if they were ever going to celebrate their wedding without some kind of drama. In all honesty, he wouldn't have it any other way. His family always made events like that interesting and he knew none of them would ever forget it, either.

Jack suddenly stopped pacing and crouched down, lowering his head, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. After a few moments, he stood up and stared at Bobby. "They know," he stated matter-of-factly and pursed his lips slightly. "I got fucked up on painkillers after I was raped. While I was chasin'…some blue and yellow dog, I told them that I'm madly in love with you. A day after that, they threw me into rehab."

Bobby finished his beer and stepped into the ballroom, throwing the empty bottle at the band. "When he says not to fuckin' start, ya don't fuckin' start!" he warned, taking a little too much pleasure out of the way they jumped and screamed.

For good measure, Angel finished his beer and threw the bottle at them as well. "It ain't ya fuckin' place to judge, either!" He noted, with a very cold pride, that the band looked terrified of them. He could see them wondering what they got mixed up with.

Jack watched the way his brothers glared at his band for upsetting him and laughed softly. "If they weren't decent thieves and decent musicians, I wouldn't hang out with 'em," he said quietly and noticed the way Angel looked at him, eyebrow cocked. "What, you think you're the only thief in the family? I'm a little more sophisticated than credit cards, though."

Angel laughed and got Jack into a headlock, ruffling his hair. "Don't knock it, little brother!" he said and let Jack up. "It gets me by."

Jack shook his head, settling his hair. He inhaled deeply, knowing he had to go back to his band and apologize to them for throwing a bottle at them. He sure as fuck wasn't going to apologize for his brothers, as he never apologized for who they were. Evelyn Mercer raised strong sons, who stood by what they believed in. If throwing beer bottles at total strangers was something they believed in, who was Jack to say otherwise?

The drummer was the first to apologize when Jack stepped into the room. "I'm sorry, man," he said quickly and glanced at Angel and Bobby. "But when ya said you were madly in love your brother, we thought it weird to love a blood relation like that and not be from the south."

"Ha, I get it!" Bobby called through and Jack shook his head.

Jack stepped onto the stage and hugged the drummer, letting him know that he was willing to put it behind him. If they wanted his skills in the band, he knew they would let it go, as well. Once they'd finished hugging it out, something that Jack took with him from home, he told them to continue practicing. He went outside for another smoke and glanced to his right when Bobby stood there, another beer in hand. For a moment, Jack wondered if Bobby was a wizard and was just conjuring all those beers.

He grabbed the bottle and took a mouthful, handing it back. Bobby shrugged and finished it, throwing it onto the lawn and then searched it. Jack knew he was looking to see if the absinthe bottle was still there. Seeing as it wasn't, Bobby stretched his arms above his head. He glanced over his shoulder and Jack knew what the next question was going to be.

"How much did you steal in Paris?"

"We were there for a client. The payout was over five and a half hundred." Jack smirked as Bobby's eyebrows went up.

"Fuck! I got into the wrong business," he said and Jack nodded. "You stopped workin' after Paris. Why's that?"

"Because of that," Jack chuckled and gestured towards Bobby. "You knew exactly where I was. I get the feeling that you woulda hunted me down, constantly to make sure I didn't do anythin' stupid."

Bobby placed his hand on Jack's neck and Jack relaxed under the touch, grateful to have his brother touching him again. "You can't blame a big brother for worryin', Jackie. You ever gonna read that letter?"

Jack frowned and glanced at Bobby, curious on how he knew he'd never read it. He hadn't said anything about it, aside from the fact that Bobby left him a note. He finally sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to know what was in it or the excuses that Bobby had used to leave. He was grateful to have Bobby back, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

"Maybe you shoulda read it that day," Bobby said and kissed the side of Jack's head. "Did you even notice that it was a Detroit number you dialed to get me?"

Jack frowned and looked at Bobby, trying to understand what he was saying. Bobby smirked and shook his head. "What are you saying?"

"You're an idiot at times, Cracker Jack," Bobby stated and lowered his hand to small of Jack's back. "In the letter, I said I was gonna be gone for a week, while I set up the chop-shop. I got back a week later and you were gone. You didn't tell no one nothin'. You just vanished, like the little fairy you are."

Jack lowered his head. He'd spent the last twelve months pissed off at Bobby for something that wasn't even an issue, aside from the guilt his brother would never feeling. He sighed and turned to Bobby, ready to kiss him, but stopped and stepped back. Bobby rolled his eyes and grabbed Jack, kissing him deeply. Inside, he heard Angel and the band whooping and hollering as the two brothers practically made out in front of them.

Bobby pulled back and Jack stumbled, hating the fact that Bobby's kisses made his knees weak. He ran his tongue along his lower lip, tasting the beer and Bobby there. He rested his forehead on Bobby's shoulder, waiting for his heart to calm down and to get feeling back into his knees. He glanced into the ballroom when he heard Sofi entering, along with her immediate family of twenty-eight.

Jack whined softly as Bobby stepped back and turned him, to go back inside. He swatted his ass. "Get ready to dazzle us again, ya little fairy." Jack smiled and went into the ballroom, stepping up to the stage.

"Yo, do we need to throw a glass every fuckin' time we wanna get your attention?" Bobby demanded as he stood up, tapping on his broken champagne glass.

Jack smiled and shook his head, as Angel stood up and threw his champagne glass across the room. The others went silent and Angel muttered that apparently they needed to do that. Jerry just sipped his champagne and shook his head, unable to believe that the family still wasn't used to the Mercers' and their antics. Bobby cleared his throat and said that the happy couple wanted to give everyone an update on the past year of their life together.

Sofi stood up and smiled down at Angel. "Last year, Angel's brother, Jackie, sang a song dedicated to us that reminded me exactly how I feel about my Angel. He does lift me up, showing me something new all the time. His love for me is pure and unending. We've been together for so much longer than just this past year and we always had something to fight about, but now it seems that's all behind us." She paused a moment and Jack frowned as he saw tears in her eyes. "I know your mother would be proud of how happy you've made me, Angel. She'd be as proud as my mother is and…" She trailed off.

The Mercer boys lowered their eyes. The subject of their mother was still a tender topic for them, which surprised Jack that Sofi would bring her up, especially at something that was meant to be a happy occasion. He saw that Bobby had produced another beer and was downing it, staring at the tabletop. Angel had his eyes closed and Jeremiah swallowed the last of his champagne in one mouthful.

"…I loved her, as well," Sofi finished and wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "I hope we can continue to have many more happy years ahead of us. I love you, Angel Mercer."

While Sofi's family clapped for her speech, Angel stood up and hugged her tightly. Jack rested his arms on top of the microphone, staring at Bobby. He was curious on what his reaction was going to be, considering he took Mom's death the hardest, being that he was with her the longest. He was the first Mercer boy, setting up the standards for the following sons.

Angel cleared his throat and released Sofi, smiling as she sat down. "The sad thing is, I was gonna bring up a song that Jackie sang last year, too. He told us all to have a little faith in ourselves and our loved ones." He looked at Jack and grinned. "And I've always had faith in my family, y'all. Even after Ma was taken from us. I kept the faith, knowin' that we'd all find happiness and make her proud of us, once again. Sofi has made me the happiest man on the earth." He paused to clear his throat and Jack wiped his eyes. "We'll never lose our faith and I'll never lose the love I have for Sofi."

Jack saw tears roll down Angel's cheeks as he hugged Sofi and cleared his throat, indicating for his band to start up the first song, knowing the moment was perfect for it. He smiled as his band harmonized behind him, knowing that they weren't too comfortable with it, but it sounded amazing from what he was hearing. And the upbeat tempo of the song would hopefully make everyone feel better.

Never before…have I seen you look so blue

I can't find the cure and nothin' comforts you

But the light at the end of the tunnel

Doesn't shine at the end of the day

Every time you cry

Save up all your tears

I will be your rainbow when they disappear

Wash away the pain

'Til you smile again

I will be the laughter in your eyes

Every time you cry

Time has a way…of woundin' what has healed

What can I say? I know just how you feel

Your soul is dark and troubled

Like a river runnin' wild!

Every time you cry

Save up all your tears

I will be your rainbow when they disappear

Wash away the pain

'Til ya smile again

I will be the one who dries your eyes

Every time you cry

Well, you know that's what I'm here for

I will give you what you need, more

There will be no hesitation

I will reap…no reward!

Every time you cry

Save up all your tears

I will be your rainbow when they disappear

Wash away the pain

'Til ya smile again

I will be the one who dries your eyes

Every time you cry

Every time you cry

Save up all your tears

I will be your rainbow when they disappear

Wash away the pain

'Til ya smile again

I will be the one who dries your eyes

Every time you cry

Jack played out the last of the song, throwing in the occasional 'Every time you cry.' He watched as the people swayed to the beat, unable to stop the smile from spreading over his face. He glanced at his family, seeing that Angel had brought Sofi onto his lap, hugging her tightly. Jeremiah and Camille were standing and swaying with the beat of the song, smiling at each other. Bobby was staring down at the table and Jack wished he could be there to help him.

Once the song had faded out, Jack stepped up to the microphone. "Thank you for allowin' us to perform for y'all tonight," he said and looked over at Angel and Sofi. "This song is for you two and to everyone else that's in love." He looked at the drummer and was grateful that he was able to get the softer beat.

Flamingos walk and sway in peace

Seeing this, it makes my trouble cease

The sun is hidin', leavin' a pink scar

That stretches right across the sky

That's all we've seen so far

And all I do is look into your eyes

For that special touch of paradise

Jut a touch, a touch of paradise

Just a special touch of paradise

You hold my hand

That's when we kiss

And it doesn't take long for me to get the gist

Of this love that stretches out across the land

Where rainbows flash, as we're walkin' in the sand

And all I do is look into your eyes

For that special touch of paradise

Just a touch, a touch of paradise

Just a special touch of paradise

A touch of spring and autumn sweet

Well the trees vibrate when our eyes meet

And I think of all the love that we've been makin'

You touch my hand and I walk off…shakin'!

Jack slipped into a soft solo for the song, considering they didn't have the instruments that the original singer had. But he was grateful to play, as it gave him the chance to see the couples that were dancing, staring into each other's eyes. Naturally, his made their way over to Bobby and he tried not to cry as he saw his brother staring at him, a gentle smile on his face as he watched.

And I do is look into your eyes

For that special touch of paradise

Just a touch, a touch of paradise

Just a special touch of paradise

Just a touch, a touch of paradise

Just a special touch of paradise

Just a touch, a touch of paradise

Just a touch, a touch of paradise

Just a special touch of paradise

Jack let the song fade off and smiled as the audience clapped. He inhaled deeply and changed over guitars, biting his lower lip. "This…This next song is for someone very special to me, but I hope you love it, too." He got the guitar strung for the key of A minor and inhaled deeply as he strummed and plucked at the strings.

Got myself into some trouble tonight

Guess I'm just feelin' blue

It's been so long

Since I've seen your face

This distance between me and you

That voice you showed me is not the one I know

I must be strong now, in what I do

Don't hang up again…

There's nothin' else I know how to do

But I burn for you

What am I gonna do?

Burn for you

I guess it feels like you're always alone

And I feel that way too

It's so hard to explain to you

Please understand what I do

I burn for you

What am I gonna do?

I burn for you

Burn for you

Took my troubles to a bar tonight

For another point of view

But there's nothin' new

I'm missin' you

I burn for you

What am I gonna do?

Burn for you

Burn for you

I burn for you

What am I gonna do?

Burn for you

Jack continued to strum the strings, keeping his eyes on Bobby, especially as he sang the last line. "Burn… for… you," he ended and strummed the strings one last time. He lowered his eyes as the people clapped and he felt his band wrap their arms around him. He smiled softly and put down the guitar, knowing that his band would continue with the music. He only wanted to sing those songs.

As he stepped off the stage, he pulled his smokes out of his pocket and lit up as he moved through the crowd. He didn't care that the ballroom was a non-smoking room. His adrenaline was pumping and he was terrified of showing that much of himself to his brothers and to people he didn't know. He knew that Bobby was aware of how he felt about him, but now everyone else did, too. He stepped out into the cool night air, which was welcomed on his flushed body.

He smiled as Angel and Sofi hugged him, thanking him for the songs. He heard Jeremiah call out to him. When he looked over his shoulder, Jerry just smiled knowingly and nodded. Camille blew him a kiss and Jack grinned, shaking his head. His brothers always seemed to love the songs he picked for them. He blinked as he smacked upside the head and gave a half-hearted glare to Bobby.

"Ya still a fairy," Bobby said and smirked when Jack rolled his eyes.

"Nice one, Bobby," Jack muttered as he flicked the ash off. "I bear my soul to ya and that's all ya gotta say?"

Bobby shrugged and pushed Jack's fringe out of his eyes. "Ma didn't raise me to talk about my feelin's, man. She raised me to act on them and show them."

Jack dropped his cigarette as Bobby kissed him, holding him close and enjoying the feel. He had no idea how it happened, but they ended up against the side of Bobby's car, barely keeping their clothing on as the door was opened. Bobby broke the kiss long enough to tell Jack to get in, but he refused to. He'd prefer to have Bobby do him in the backseat like a pair of sixteen year olds, rather than run the risk of him getting cold feet when they got home.

After stating that, Bobby shrugged and shoved Jack into the backseat of his car, barely remembering to close the door. It was awkward getting their clothing off, but they somehow managed it. Jack ran his hands over Bobby's chest, undoing his belt and jeans. He moaned as he felt Bobby's length and thickness, almost blowing his load at the growl Bobby released.

Bobby leaned down and kissed Jack, hands on his hips as Jack continued to stroke him. He undid Jack's belt and jeans in record time, pulling back to pull them off, which wasn't easy. His eyes strayed to the bullet scars on his brother's leg and shoulder and Jack was waiting for him to pull away. Instead, he ran his hand over the shoulder scar and kissed him again.

Jack gasped as Bobby's rough hands ran over every inch of his body, before he leaned into the front and opened the glove box. He raised an eyebrow when Bobby revealed the baby oil he kept in the car for fuck knows what reason. Jack didn't think on it as his entrance was teased, which had him raising his hips and bucking up, wanting more. If either of them thought about a condom, it was never brought up as Bobby slowly entered his little brother.

The car rocked with the movements and their gasps and moans could be heard, if anyone got close enough. The windows quickly fogged up with their efforts. Jack bit his lower lip, trying to keep quiet as Bobby gazed down at him. His brother's eyes were soft, fully blown with lust, but there was tenderness in the eyes that Jack never remembered seeing before. None of his bed partners ever looked down at him like that, which just reminded him how much he loved Bobby.

Bobby fell forward, breathing heavily. He pulled Jack's lower lip from between his teeth, murmuring that he wanted to hear him. Jack breathed out sharply, his back arching and his legs tightening around Bobby's ribs. He was so close to his end, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted the feeling to continue for the rest of his life. He couldn't stand the idea that soon Bobby wouldn't be in him.

Jack gasped, his back arching even more as he came. He heard Bobby growl out a 'fuck,' before the heat filled him. He screamed Bobby's name, which he cut short by kissing his brother. He pulled back and stared into the shining eyes of his oldest brother, unable to believe they had just had sex in the back of the car. He smirked and Bobby snickered, looking around. He reached into the glove box, pulling out of Jack slowly and handed him a tissue.

His legs falling from his brother's body, Jack cleaned himself up and tilted his head back. He had to believe that that would be so much better in a bed, instead of cramped in the back of a car. He jumped when someone knocked on the window and Bobby sighed, opening the door. He heard Jeremiah's voice telling him that they had a hotel room they could've gone to, instead of giving everyone a show.

Jack frowned and looked out windshield, seeing that the ballroom was only a hundred yards away, if that. He fell back, laughing as Bobby told Jeremiah to piss off and closed the door. He couldn't wait to see what Sofi's family thought of them after that. Everyone in that room knew what the rocking car would mean and he couldn't be bothered wondering why they didn't just head up to their room.

Bobby grabbed two beers from the front and Jack raised an eyebrow. "Where the fuck do you pull these out from?" he asked as Bobby cracked them and handed on to him.

"I'm a motherfuckin' wizard," Bobby whispered, leaning down and kissing Jack softly. "Now, how about we head home and have a little more burnin' there?"

Jack smirked and drank down half of the beer. "I'd prefer to do some burnin' in the hotel room. At least I ain't gotta worry about doin' the laundry."

Bobby finished his beer into two mouthfuls and then fixed his jeans. "Sounds like a plan to me, little brother," he murmured and kissed the bullet scar on his shoulder.

End Burn for You.

That's the story! Thanks for readin' and I hope y'all enjoyed it.

Until the next one!
Peace.

Auska.