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Brothers
By : cowgirl65
Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley
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Jarrod hoped his abrupt departure didn’t seem rude, but the intensity in Heath’s eyes was making him hard beyond belief and he had to get out of there before he embarrassed himself. Fortunately, he didn’t run into his mother or Silas on the way to his room. He went inside, locked the door securely and sagged back against it. Unbuttoning his pants, he let his throbbing erection free with a sigh of relief. He’d been hoping to run into Heath after seeing him race the train, but having him show up on the doorstep was not something he could have imagined. Jarrod stroked himself firmly, tugging and squeezing his cock until his motions and the thought of Heath brought him to completion. Jarrod hung his head and gasped for air in the aftermath of his climax. It wasn’t anything like actually being with Heath, but it would have to do until he had a chance to see the other man alone.
He spent the rest of the afternoon and late into the evening working on the injunction he’d promised to file against the railroad the next morning, barely taking time to eat dinner. He didn’t know if it would do any good, but it was his last hope to avoid bloodshed.
“Jarrod!”
Jarrod looked up from his papers.
“Jarrod, Eugene, get down here!” the voice yelled again and Jarrod broke into a run when he heard an edge to his brother’s voice that was seldom there. He met Gene in the hall and they rushed down the stairs together.
“Nick, what in the name of...” he started as he entered the library and whirled at the sound of breaking glass to find Heath menacing him with a broken bottle. Jarrod’s heart started to pound wildly.
“Now I've had me a day,” Heath snarled. The smear of blood at the corner of his mouth matched that on Nick’s and Jarrod wondered what had happened. He felt like he was confronting a crouching mountain lion. “A fight and dunked in a stream and near killed by a train. Now this one's gonna be peaceful, you hear?” There was another tense moment. Jarrod eased up his defensive posture first, followed by Nick, Eugene and then Heath.
“So this is what it is,” Heath commented as he wandered across the room. “Well, I wondered.” He gestured at the portrait hanging above the fireplace with the broken bottle. “The old stud himself.”
Gene lunged for Heath and Jarrod held him back with a firm grip on his arm. He knew the strength the other man had and knew he could likely break Gene in two. Once he was sure Gene had himself under control, Jarrod let go of him and took a step towards Heath.
Heath continued looking at the portrait. “Boy howdy, don't he look proper. You know, I bet they buried him in those clothes, with his buttons all shined and his hair all spit and slickered, and a rose in his teeth, and the honeybees buzzin'.” Heath’s voice practically dripped with scorn and Jarrod started to get a bad feeling.
This time it was Nick who lunged forward and Jarrod caught him just in time. “Oh, now that's all...”
“Nick…” Jarrod warned.
Heath tossed the bottle on the ground as he paced back across the room. “I'll bet a band played, and there was singin' and wailin' and ever so good a time, and some parson readin’.” He turned back and looked coldly at the three brothers. “They buried my mama. But it wasn't in refinement, and no thousand people weeped over her grave. In a potter's field, like she was nothin', human or flesh.”
Jarrod saw the resentment in the younger man’s eyes and wondered where it came from. As far as he knew the only connection Heath had to the Barkleys was through him and he had to wonder what had happened to make Heath hate Tom Barkley so much.
Heath continued with his smoldering rage. “The night I was born, she was alone, in a tent in a rotten rathole of a mining camp up the Stanislaus.” Jarrod kept his hands on his hips as he realized where the tale was going. “And the rain beat down and turned the straw to mud. Do you know what she was? She was warm, and gentle and fair, and left to her own when her husband got liquored up and drowned in some stinking creek. Until he came.” Heath’s eyes flickered back to the portrait.
Jarrod knew exactly what was being implied and now knew why Nick and Heath were both sporting bruises. He never knew how much his mother suspected; it wasn’t a son’s place to tell her that his father had never been the most faithful of husbands and it was entirely possible that Tom had left another child somewhere. “How long ago was this?
“Twenty-four years.”
“Where?” the lawyer asked.
Heath stood his ground. “In a mining camp.”
“You told us that,” Nick said abruptly from his position on the other side of the room.
Twenty-four years. Jarrod remembered a time about that long ago when his father had been gone for a long while. He also remembered Tom’s distant demeanor when he’d finally returned. “What mining camp?”
“Strawberry,” was the succinct reply and that was when reality hit Jarrod. Heath was his brother. He’d been fucked by his brother and it was his brother’s hands he’d been fantasizing about ever since. Jarrod felt a bit sick.
Eugene turned to look at them and Jarrod didn’t move as Nick strode forward. “Come on. You know there was a lot of men in those camps. You know the kind of women…”
“Nick!” Jarrod snapped, getting a hold of himself. It wasn’t the kind of women; even though he held their father in a great deal of respect, it was the kind of man Tom Barkley had been that had brought all this to pass.
“There was only one of my mother!” Heath replied hotly.
“Just the simple, sweet, innocent little...” Nick scoffed and Jarrod broke in again. He walked up to confront Heath.
“What my brother is clumsily trying to determine,” he said, getting closer until he was face-to-face with Heath, “is when you came to hear.” They were close enough that Jarrod imagined he felt the heat emanating from Heath’s body.
In spite of his battered face, Heath stood strong. “A month ago.”
Nick turned his back. “Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.”
Jarrod continued his questioning. “What happened a month ago?”
“My mother died.”
“Confessions from a deathbed,” Nick commented derisively.
Jarrod finally snapped, “Nick, that'll be enough!” He didn’t know if his brother knew about their father’s straying outside his marriage but he was fed up with Nick’s attitude. It took two to make a child, after all. He turned back to Heath. “Well?” He knew in his heart Heath was telling the truth, but he also knew Nick would never let it pass unless Heath proved his claim to the rancher’s satisfaction.
Heath picked up his glass of whiskey and turned away from them. “I'd been up on the Klamath. They called for me. Said she was sick, was dyin'. She never talked about it, who my father was, not in all those years.” Heath took a breath and continued, most of the anger gone from his tone. “There was something she wanted me to know, something she couldn't take to her grave. There was a Bible in a box, and she told me to get it. She said, ‘Turn to the back, to the last page.’ I started to, and this fell out.” Heath took a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and Jarrod recognized it as a newspaper clipping. “I picked it up, I read it. And I looked at her… and she was gone.” He turned and held out the paper towards Jarrod. Jarrod took it and instantly recognized the headline and the copy of the portrait that hung on the wall. He passed it to Nick.
“This it?” the rancher asked. “All of it? Just one piece of paper?”
“He was my father,” Heath said defiantly.
Nick folded up the paper and tucked it back into Heath’s pocket. “All right, boy…”
“You don't believe me,” Heath accused.
“Get his horse, Eugene,” Nick told the youngest brother.
“You're not dumpin' me the way he dumped her.”
“Keep your voice down!” Nick shouted and Jarrod had to smile a bit at the incongruity of the statement and the volume with which it was uttered.
Jarrod didn’t know how Heath would react, but even though he believed that Heath was his brother, he had no choice but to try and protect his family. “You put together a touching story,” the attorney said. “Not convincing, but touching.” He met the blue eyes of the man who’d given him the best sex of his life as he pulled a stack of bills from his pocket. “However, considering whom it might hurt, even though it is a lie, I'm willing to pay. Three hundred, four hundred, what'll you take?” Jarrod kept his face impassive.
Heath met his gaze coolly. “What I'm entitled to. A name, a heritage, a part of it all. What's mine.”
Nick snatched the money out of Jarrod’s hand. “All right, boy. Now you listen to me.” He stuffed the money in Heath's shirt pocket. “I want you out of this house, off this place and out of this valley. And know this. If I ever lay eyes on you again, I'm gonna finish what I started tonight.”
Heath stared evenly at Nick. Without breaking eye contact, he took the money out of his pocket and put it into his whiskey glass. Setting the glass on the table, he turned and gave Jarrod a brief glance and the flash of a grin before walking to the door. As he left the room, he gave the three men a mocking wave, strode across the parlour and out the front door.
“Can you believe that?” Nick snarled as the door shut behind him. “Of all the nerve…”
But Jarrod was suddenly overcome with shame in the way he’d treated his one-time lover and probable half brother. He ignored Nick and Eugene’s questions as he left the house in search of Heath. He’d either gone to the stable or the bunkhouse and Jarrod decided on the stable. Sure enough, there he was, slipping the bridle onto his black’s nose.
“Heath…” Heath turned and Jarrod suddenly didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry just didn’t seem to be enough after the way he’d tried to buy him off and until he’d talked to his brothers, inviting Heath back to the house probably wasn’t going to get them anywhere.
“I’m not going far, counsellor.” Heath’s face was partly in shadow. “Gonna get myself a room in town until you decide what to do.”
“Until I decide…?” Jarrod was slightly confused. It wasn’t just his decision; it was all of theirs. But Heath’s next statement made things perfectly clear.
“Until you decide what’s more important to you, keeping a bastard out of your precious family tree or protecting that sterling reputation of yours. What do you think the good people of Stockton would say if they knew how much you liked having another man’s dick up your ass?”
Jarrod’s mouth suddenly went dry. He hadn’t expected that. He’d never expected another man to admit to what they’d done; it would be as damaging to one as the other.
But Heath just continued. “Reckon it don’t matter to me one way or the other. Either I get what I came for or I leave with nothing. I can just drift off across the Sierras once I let people know what you like to do behind closed doors and no one will be the wiser.” He leaned closer and Jarrod backed up uncomfortably. “See, I’ve got nothing to lose. You on the other hand, have everything.”
Jarrod mentally cursed himself. Was he really so naïve that he couldn’t imagine blackmail? As far as he was concerned, blackmailers ranked right up there with men like Hannibal Jordan and he had a hard time fitting Heath into that category. But Heath hadn’t even given him a chance, he’d just laid out his terms. Could he really back Heath’s claim after this? But Jarrod knew he had no choice. The desire to protect his family that prompted him to offer Heath money back in the house would force him to agree, whether he believed in Heath’s paternity or not.
Then Heath grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. “Maybe I’ll up the ante.” He grabbed Jarrod’s face roughly and kissed him hard, biting Jarrod’s lip in the process. “You’re mine, big brother. Anytime, anyplace I want your ass and you’ll give it to me. Like now.”
Heath turned Jarrod so the lawyer was facing the wall and practically ripped the buttons off his trousers before yanking them down off his hips. He kissed and nipped at Jarrod’s neck when he removed his hands and Jarrod knew Heath was freeing his own cock. He briefly thought of fighting back, of kicking out and pushing Heath off him, but the truth was, he didn’t want to. Heath was right; he’d loved having that thick cock shoved up his ass and wanted Heath to take him here in the shadows of the barn, the rough wood scraping his cheek as he was claimed yet again. Hearing Heath spit, Jarrod was glad there was going to be something to make it easier, but the idea of pain didn’t phase him. All other thoughts were driven from his mind in the anticipation of the pleasure it would lead to and he bit his own lip to keep from crying out at the burning pain when Heath penetrated him. Heath’s pounding cock hit Jarrod in just the right way and Jarrod tried to match him thrust for thrust. He reached down to grab his own cock but Heath swatted his hand away and took it himself.
“Oh dear God,” Jarrod moaned as his orgasm ripped through him and if being impaled on Heath’s cock hadn’t been holding him up, he’d have collapsed to his knees. As it was, Heath continued his onslaught until Jarrod felt him hold himself in as deep as he could go and heard him grunt in satisfaction.
Heath finally pulled out and then Jarrod did collapse onto the straw.
“I’ll be at the Cattlemen’s Hotel,” Heath told him as he turned away to finish tacking up his mare. “Come see me tomorrow after lunch. I’ll fuck you senseless again and then you can tell me what you’ve decided.”
Jarrod didn’t think a response was really required and he just leaned heavily against the wall until he heard the hoofbeats of Heath’s departure. Then he slowly got to his feet and pulled his pants back up. Unlike before, this time he was filled with shame. Shame over his earlier treatment of Heath, shame that he’d ever let himself get into a position where someone could blackmail him and shame that he’d had intimate relations with his own brother. But the most shame stemmed from the plain and simple fact that he didn’t care that Heath was his brother. All he could think of was tomorrow afternoon in Heath’s hotel room and that if Heath did become a part of the family, that he’d be able to fuck him almost anytime.
He’d never before understood why some men were ruled by sex or why they’d risk anything to have it. Sure, it was nice, but he never really saw the fascination until now. Now he knew he was just like all the rest. He’d give anything to have Heath’s cock inside him, to have Heath’s hand wrapped around his own erection and to Jarrod, that was his biggest shame of all.
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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