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Brothers
By : cowgirl65
Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley
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The tension around the dinner table was so thick, Jarrod could almost taste it. Not that it was any different from any other dinner since Nick left without a word almost three weeks ago. He glanced over at Heath, whose attention was fixed on his meal. Something had been bothering him ever since he and Nick returned home after buying that stallion and it wasn’t hard for Jarrod to tell Nick was in some sort of trouble. The nagging ache in his gut started a few days before his brothers got back and it hadn’t left since.
Jarrod sensed his mother’s eyes on him and slowly took a bite, but if anyone had asked, he couldn’t have told them what he was eating. Again he looked over at Heath. He’d asked a few times if he knew what was wrong with Nick, if he could shed any light on his brother’s surly behaviour or his subsequent disappearance, but Heath only said that there was nothing he could tell him.
Not that the tension or the lack of communication hindered their sex life. In an abandoned shed, an unoccupied loft, even behind a stack of bales in the barn, any place Heath could get his pants down and his dick up Jarrod’s ass he did just that. They’d almost been caught one time, but Heath had just clamped a hand tightly over his brother’s mouth and continued to fuck him uninterrupted while whoever it was remained oblivious. But there was a desperation to their encounters that made the fucking more ruthless and all-consuming, as though they were both trying to exorcise the demons their worry for Nick had created.
“What is it, Audra?”
His mother’s voice caused Jarrod to look up. Audra was staring sadly at her plate.
“Chicken creole,” she said softly, “Nick’s favourite.”
Jarrod suddenly had trouble swallowing and looked back at his food. He knew as well as Audra how much Nick loved chicken creole, even though he’d always tried to deny it since it wasn’t beef.
“Wouldn’t you think he’d at least write or something?” Audra continued. “I mean, he’s been gone for weeks!”
“Oh, he’ll be back soon. The yearling sale ended yesterday, didn’t it Jarrod?”
Jarrod looked up and his mother’s hopeful expression tore into him. “Yes, yes it did.” Not that Jarrod believed that Nick had really gone to the sale. Involuntarily, he looked over to Heath. Heath was staring at nothing.
“When he comes home, I’m not even going to talk to him,” Audra pouted.
“Excuse me.” Heath abruptly set his napkin on the table and left the room without waiting for a response. Jarrod watched him go.
Audra didn’t seem to notice the trouble her brothers were having with the conversation. “Well, anyway, if he thinks he can just leave…”
Jarrod suddenly couldn’t sit around the table anymore and pretend that Nick was just gone on a horse-buying trip. “Audra, eat your dinner,” he ordered before he looked over at his mother. “Excuse me too, please.” He got up just as abruptly as Heath and followed his brother out of the room.
Hearing the front door close, Jarrod went outside. He didn’t see Heath but he had an idea where he’d gone. More and more often since Nick had left, Jarrod would find his brother watching the black stallion they’d brought back, either leaning over the corral or by his stall when the animal was moved into the barn.
Sure enough, a lamp was lit in the barn and Jarrod saw Heath, fists clenched and head on his arm. Jarrod walked up and placed a hand on Heath’s shoulder. “Heath…”
Heath’s head came up and Jarrod saw the anguish on his face. “Jarrod, I can’t tell you what you want to know. I’m sorry, but I just can’t.” He pulled out of Jarrod’s grip and paced a few steps away.
Jarrod wanted to yell at him, to demand to know what Nick wouldn’t tell him and what it seemed that Heath couldn’t. Something had happened and it cut him deeply that Nick didn’t mention a word to his big brother, the man he’d called ‘Pappy’ since before he was ten. Even worse, Jarrod knew Nick had extracted a promise from Heath not to say anything and that promise was causing Heath almost as much pain as Jarrod was suffering knowing that Nick didn’t feel he could confide in him.
So instead of doing what his heart cried out for, Jarrod did the next best thing. He stepped up to Heath, pulled his head around and kissed him roughly.
Heath took that for the invitation it was. He grabbed Jarrod while their mouths devoured each other and pushed him back into the shadows as his strong fingers tore at the buttons on Jarrod’s shirt. Jarrod stumbled when he ran into a pile of feed sacks and Heath didn’t waste any time pushing him down, ripping his trousers open and pulling them off Jarrod’s hips before flipping him roughly so he was face down against the sacks.
Heath must’ve grabbed something, some axle grease or saddle oil, because a slick hand swiped between his buttocks. Even though he’d initiated it, he wasn’t ready when Heath’s hard cock violated his ass and Jarrod bit back a cry of pain. He knew the hurt wouldn’t last long; he could already feel the start of the burning pleasure that would soon overtake him and besides, the physical pain helped him forget the emotional, at least for the moment.
Heath bit down on the juncture of his shoulder and neck and this time, Jarrod couldn’t contain a whimper at the stab of pain. But he didn’t do anything; Heath had him firmly pinned to the sacks, his hand had almost a death grip on Jarrod’s cock and Jarrod desperately needed the release he knew was coming.

Heath knew he was hurting Jarrod, but he also knew the other man was strong enough to throw him off if he wanted to. He was sickened by what keeping his promise to Nick was doing to his brother and the rest of the family and fucking Jarrod was the only thing that would take that, and the knowledge that Nick was likely dying away from everyone who loved him, from his mind, however temporarily and however wrong it was. He suspected it was the same for Jarrod, knowing Nick was in trouble but not knowing anything else, and drove harder into Jarrod’s ass. He bit down on Jarrod’s shoulder as he jerked his brother off roughly and thought he tasted blood, but couldn’t care. Raw lust was building in his body and he pounded harder when he felt Jarrod stiffen and the hard cock in his hand pulse to eject its seed across the sacks. His own climax broke over him like a wave and he stabbed into Jarrod with short, sharp thrusts until it subsided.
Heath pulled out and refastened his pants. Getting to his feet, he walked away without another word. He couldn’t bear to see the look of hurt and betrayal in Jarrod’s eyes.

Jarrod lay gasping for air. His orgasm had hit him hard, his ass and shoulder were throbbing and he was finding it hard to move. He looked up to see Heath leave the barn and a surge of anguish went through him. He knew the situation with Nick was hurting Heath too, but to have Heath just use him like that and walk away…
Jarrod chastised himself for feeling that way. Heath was a man and his brother. He shouldn’t have any expectations of the same kind of comfort a man might give the woman he loved. It was simply lust and physical release he and Heath shared, that was all. But even though he knew he shouldn’t, Jarrod still had a terrible longing for Heath to show him some of that sort of affection when they were together and wished they could comfort each other in their fear for Nick instead of only venting their frustrations through brutally rough sex.
He winced at the pain in his shoulder as he pushed himself up and cringed at the sight of blood on his shirt. He’d have to clean where Heath’s teeth sank into his skin if he didn’t want it to get infected.
Jarrod slowly got to his feet and pulled up his pants. There was nothing he could do about anything. Heath would never break his word and Jarrod had no idea where to start looking for Nick. They would all just have to endure until Nick returned on his own. Jarrod refused to give in to the thought that Nick might never come back at all.
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Heath crossed off the number in his book. 59 days. If Dr. Borland was right, Nick was likely dead already. Nick told him that he didn’t want the rest of the family to die with him, but the not knowing was slowly killing them all anyway, especially Jarrod. Heath could see it every time his brother looked at him or at anything that reminded him of Nick. He hadn’t realized before just how close Jarrod was to his younger brother. He’d seen them fight together at Sample’s against the railroad’s hired goons, but Jarrod and Nick had seemed to live separate lives. Nick ran the ranch and Jarrod was in his office in town or off to Sacramento or San Francisco when something called him there.
Heath wondered what he should do. He’d never gone back on his word in his life, but the suffering on Jarrod’s face, combined with his own worry, was almost too much to bear and he was grateful Jarrod hadn’t pushed too hard whenever he’d asked about Nick.
He heard Jarrod’s footsteps before he saw him, could sense the determination in his brother’s stride and knew that Jarrod was done with letting him off easy.
Jarrod perched on the table beside him. “Heath, I’m going to ask you a question and I want a straight answer. You know something about Nick you’re not telling us. What is it?”
Heath’s resolve wavered. If Nick was already dead, did that release him from his promise?
“Heath, you can see what this is doing to us, you can see that it’s tearing Mother and Audra to pieces.”
Heath hated how sad and quiet his normally vivacious sister had become and hurting the woman who’d accepted her husband’s bastard into her home and heart made him feel lower than he’d ever felt in his life. It was just like Jarrod to think about everyone else and not mention his own feelings. Even when they were in bed together, Jarrod rarely asked for anything and generally let Heath do whatever he wanted. Sometimes Heath felt a bit guilty for being selfish, but Jarrod seemed to enjoy himself as well so Heath never said anything.
Jarrod’s voice grew softer. “All right then, can you tell me this. Do you know where Nick is?”
Nick hadn’t made him promise not tell where he’d gone. Heath simply hadn’t thought of that since no one had asked and he truly didn’t know. But Nick had given him a hint, Jeanie in Willow Springs. It wasn’t much but it was a place to start. “I think so.”
“Then you give him a message for me. You tell him that whatever trouble he’s in, his family has the right to share it with him. That it’s our duty to help him if we can and it’s his duty to let us and he doesn’t have the privilege to change that, do you understand?” The tone of Jarrod’s voice changed and Heath could hear the sorrow. “You tell him to come on home, tell him Pappy says so.”
Heath finally looked at his brother. An unshed tear glistened in Jarrod’s eye. He hadn’t asked Heath to tell him where Nick was, he was entrusting Heath to deliver the message in spite of what he’d kept from all of them for weeks. Heath managed a small grin and a slight nod. Jarrod gave a smile in return but the sadness never left his eyes.
“I’ll leave right now, Jarrod,” Heath promised after tucking the notebook in his pocket. “I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to bring him home, but I swear I won’t stop looking until I find him.”
“That’s all I can ask, Heath, other than for you keep in touch. I don’t want everyone to be worrying about you too.”
Heath nodded his agreement and turned to pack for his trip to Willow Springs.
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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