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Brothers
By : cowgirl65
Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley
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A/N: A good deal of this story is taken directly from series' episodes. Canon has not been changed, only added to.

Jarrod paused, his hand barely touching the door, and wondered if he dared go inside. Hushed whispers in the gentlemen’s clubs he frequented, almost ashamed to mention it but with a certain illicit thrill for knowing, had told him of this place. Frequented by those of an… unnatural persuasion, was the way it was usually described, and everyone would nod knowingly over their snifters of brandy and fine cigars when it was.
Jarrod would nod and wink along with the rest, all the time wondering what they would do if they knew his thoughts wandered down that aberrant path more often than he cared to admit. He would tell himself he loved women, that a soft bosom and curved hip were all he needed to start the stirrings of desire, but late at night when he was alone in his bed with only his hand for company, the images in the respected lawyer’s mind invariably turned from those sweet curves to hard muscle, to rough calloused hands stroking his body, to being penetrated by a hot, thick shaft like he’d heard could happen in even darker whispers. Sometimes he even tried to emulate that feeling, shoving two or even three fingers in as far as they could go and rubbing that spot that he found would send him arching off the bed. Later, of course, he would deny it, even to himself, but finally he just had to know. Just had to discover if he really was of that unnatural persuasion of men who desired other men or if it was just the lure of the forbidden.
That was how he ended up in front of an establishment notorious for being frequented by that sort of man. But still he hesitated. What if someone recognized him? What if it got back to his family in Stockton? Well, he rationalized, he could just say he was looking for someone, maybe someone who had information on Hannibal Jordan. Lord knew he needed all the help he could get if he was to prevail against the Coastal and Western. Excuse in hand, Jarrod pushed open the door.
On first glance, the large room looked like any other gambling and drinking establishment. Poker tables with players all intent on their cards, blackjack and a wheel of fortune, patrons lounging against the long bar with drinks in hand.
That was on first glance. As Jarrod made his way to the bar, the difference finally struck him. There were no painted ladies, no saloon girls in feathers and sequins serving drinks or hanging on the arms of the more successful gamblers. It wasn’t just the lack of female presence either. Jarrod requested a whiskey from the bartender and took stock of the room’s occupants. Unlike other saloons or gambling halls, men were rubbing shoulder to shoulder, not giving the same distance he was used to. He even saw one slide his hand up another man’s thigh and squeeze his crotch in an unmistakeable gesture. That made Jarrod look away, focus on his drink and try to halt his dick’s interest in the proceedings.
He finished the drink and asked for another. He wasn’t really sure what he’d do if someone sidled up next to him and whispered a proposition in his ear. Say yes, his dick told him, but unlike some men he knew, Jarrod tended not to think with that part of his anatomy. So he sipped his drink and wondered if he could imbibe enough to overcome his inhibitions but still leave himself functional if he wanted to accept a licentious suggestion.

When the dark-haired man entered the room, Heath couldn’t believe his eyes. But there he was, Jarrod Barkley, head of that influential family, and, as he’d recently found out, Heath’s half-brother. From his corner at the end of the bar, the blond cowboy felt comfortable that he could scrutinize the other man without being noticed and he watched the lawyer intently.
It was obvious from his hesitant manner that Barkley wasn’t a regular here. Either he was looking for someone specific, which was the most logical explanation, or he was just looking and trying to get up the nerve to act on the impulse that had brought him to this place.
Heath signalled the bartender for another drink. He didn’t touch it other than to give his hands something to do and have a reason to stay where he was. Jarrod Barkley was incredibly handsome and from the looks he was getting from a few others, Heath wasn’t the only one who thought so. He was dressed plainly, not like Heath would expect from someone as rich as he was, but it showed good sense if he didn’t want to stand out. The clothes he was wearing also had another benefit; his broad shoulders were clearly defined and the tight cotton pants showed off his ass to perfection. Heath didn’t have a clear view of the front and wondered just what else was obvious through those tight pants.
The fact that Jarrod Barkley was in this place set Heath’s mind plotting. He’d come to San Francisco not long after burying his mother and finding out that he was the illegitimate son of none other than Thomas Barkley. Dead for six years, the man’s name was still revered throughout the state and the rest of his family wasn’t held in any less respect. Heath’s resentment had only grown over the miles from Strawberry, resentment of that huge house and unlimited wealth his father’s family enjoyed while he and his mama scraped out a meagre existence in a run-down rathole of a town. What he really wanted to do was ride up to that fine house, proclaim his parentage and demand what he was entitled to, his birthright and a share of everything Barkley.
But Heath was no fool. All he really had for proof was a clipping in his mama’s Bible and the words of a dying woman. The Barkleys would run him out of town on a rail the moment he opened his mouth. So he decided to take some time and weigh his options, options that were rapidly opening up.
Heath thought carefully. If he approached Barkley and the man was only here on legitimate business, there’d be a brief exchange of pleasantries before Heath was politely brushed off. On the other hand, if the lawyer came here for the reason most men did…
Heath had a twinge of misgiving due to the fact that Barkley was his half-brother, but when it came right down to it, he was already damned to Hell for preferring to bury his dick in another man’s ass rather than a woman’s pussy. If Barkley did accept his proposition, he’d have no choice but to back Heath’s claim to his rightful share of the Barkley fortune or risk having Heath expose him as a sodomite. Better yet would be if Barkley was as inexperienced as his uncomfortable demeanour suggested. Heath’s groin tightened. Just the thought of taking Barkley’s virginity caused Heath’s cock to swell and the idea of bringing that powerful man to his knees, turning him into a quivering mass who would beg Heath to fuck him made Heath’s hand twitch to bring himself off right there.
Instead, he picked up his drink and sauntered over to where Barkley was standing. He leaned against the bar, hips thrust slightly forward so the bulge in his pants was easily noticed and said, “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

Jarrod started at the soft drawl. He chastised himself for not paying proper attention to the room as he turned towards the owner of the voice.
The man was tall, blond, dressed in plain working clothes and, in Jarrod’s opinion, incredibly good looking. Or that could just be the three or four whiskeys he’d imbibed, he thought ruefully, but the alcohol wasn’t interfering with his growing arousal. The man’s clothes had seen better days, but there was no doubt he took care of himself. Jarrod quickly discarded the idea that he was a common labourer; the way the man carried himself and the way his gunbelt was slung low on his hips made it obvious he was either a gunslinger or a cowboy. Jarrod involuntarily glanced down and caught his breath at the size of the bulge in the other man’s pants.
“Don’t come here often,” Jarrod dissembled. He wasn’t about to admit to the self-assured man beside him that he’d never been before.
The other man took a sip of his drink and flashed Jarrod a sexy, if slightly lopsided, grin. “Yep, reckon I would’ve remembered someone like you.” The blond’s frank appraisal of his body made Jarrod blush and his cock grew even harder. And when he licked his lips, Jarrod shuddered with the fervent and unexpected hope that he was about to be propositioned.
The man stuck his hand out. “Heath.”
“Jarrod.” A shiver went up Jarrod’s spine at the calloused hand and strong grip. He imagined that hand wrapping itself around his cock and had a hard time concentrating. But Heath’s next words came through loud and clear.
“Kinda crowded in here. Maybe we could go someplace more… private.”
Jarrod’s mouth grew dry. Did he really want to do this? But if he didn’t accept, he’d never be sure and he didn’t think he could be content with the not knowing. “I’ve got a room not far from here.” Jarrod almost didn’t recognize them as his own words, but the cowboy just gave him another crooked grin and put down his glass.
“Lead the way.”
Jarrod had rented a room at a cheap boarding house a couple blocks away, just in case what was happening did happen. He didn’t want to take the chance on a potential partner’s lodgings; at least he knew this room was clean. He’d taken it under an assumed name and hoped that no one connected ‘Jared Brown’ with Jarrod Barkley.

Heath wasn’t displeased that Barkley was silent during the walk; idle chitchat wasn’t his way. That Barkley was prepared with a room pleased him as well. His brother obviously had brains as well as good looks and Heath reminded himself to be careful. He had a lot riding on this seduction of the respected lawyer, not the least if which was his own pleasure. Barkley opened the front door of a non-descript house on a narrow street and led the way up a creaking staircase. He unlocked a door at the top of the stairs, paused to light a lamp and moved aside to let Heath in.
“Nice,” Heath commented. The room was clean and the bed was large, two of the three things that really mattered. The third was standing awkwardly in front of him and Heath knew this was going to be a night neither of them would ever forget.
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Brothers	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 3162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i don't own The Big Valley and make no money from this.

Brothers