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Jack takes a deep breath, listening to the sounds of the crowd just around the corner. One minute until showtime, and he still can’t shake this sense that something different is going to happen tonight. He glances over at his brother, Ryan, who’s fidgeting and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
That’s a little odd, as usually Ryan is the more composed one of the two of them, but Jack wonders if maybe he also has the sense that something is going to happen. He opens his mouth to speak, when the lights onstage begin to dim. That’s their cue, and anything Jack had to say is forgotten as he runs onstage with his brother to begin performing the final show of the Somewhere in the Sky tour.
Any former doubts that Jack had had about this performance is quickly lost amidst the madness of performing for several thousand people. Time quickly flies by as he and Ryan interact with the crowd, dance, jump around, and just generally have a good time. So what if Ryan was acting strange earlier. The show is going wonderfully, even without Adam (he had planned to be there, but was called to a last-minute conference about his climate-change work), and soon enough, they’ve reached the point where Jack is in the audience to perform ‘World’s Smallest Violin.’
He’s about halfway through the song when he looks up at his brother, who’s still on the stage.
𝘖𝘩!
Jack trips over his words as it suddenly becomes VERY clear why Ryan was fidgeting earlier. He quickly recovers the lyrics, hoping that he did so seamlessly, but can’t stop his cheeks from flushing at the situation that Ryan has found himself in.
It wouldn’t be particularly noticeable to anyone who doesn’t know Ryan as well as Jack does. They’ve always had a special bond, even more so than either of them with Adam. But Jack can tell. Ryan’s legs are pressed tightly together, one hand flexing and closing in a futile attempt at control as the other continues to keep up with the music on its keyboard. Ryan’s cheeks are pink, and he’s slowly shifting from foot to foot, even allowing his legs to cross every so often while the audience focuses on Jack.
Ryan has to piss.
And if it’s been anywhere near as long as Jack suspects it has, Ryan has to piss BAD.
Dimly, Jack realizes that they’re almost at the end of ‘World’s Smallest Violin.’ He’d been so distracted by his older brother’s predicament that he had autopiloted his way through the rest of the song. He jumps up, running his way through the path that they had mapped out earlier that day for him to get back onstage before the next song.
As he runs through the stage entrances, he can’t get his mind off of Ryan.
Up onstage, in front of thousands of fans, in a situation that could potentially end up being deeply embarrassing if it went on for too much longer but that he cannot currently do anything about. Jack imagines the uproar the fans would cause if Ryan pissed himself onstage. He imagines the warm liquid seeping through his brother’s pants, imagines watching the dark patch spread, and the look of simultaneous shame, embarrassment, and relief that would find its way onto his brother’s face.
Jack wonders if Ryan would make any noises, or if he’d be silent. If he’d stay standing or drop to his knees or even run off stage.
Jack feels a strange shudder of desire run down his spine and settle somewhere low in his gut.
The idea of his composed older brother losing it onstage in front of thousands of people is oddly… arousing.
Jack feels an immediate sense of disgust. Ryan is his BROTHER for crying out loud. He should absolutely not be feeling aroused at the idea of ANYTHING his brother could or would be doing. Before he can think too hard about it, he finds himself turning the corner back onto the stage. And while he quickly gets caught back up in the performance, he can’t help but steal a glance at his brother every so often, when time permits. Can’t help but wonder, just a bit, how much more desperate Ryan is growing by the minute. And suddenly, Jack has an idea.
They’ve nearly finished the end of their set, and Jack knows it’s almost time for the marching band. But why not add some additional crowd interaction in, before the marching band? It’s the last show of the tour, after all. As they finish the last chords of ‘Sober Up,’ he swears he can almost feel the sigh of relief that Ryan lets out. And then, he grabs the microphone.
“Thank you all for being here tonight! I just wanted to give a special shout-out to you guys, given that it’s the last show of the tour and that we couldn’t be here without you. Thank you for being here with and for us over the course of the last 20 years, and as a gift to you all, I thought that Ryan and I would read and participate in one final sign!”
He looks over at Ryan at this, sees the despair and desperation fighting its way onto Ryan’s face before his brother clears his throat and smiles, giving a thumbs up to the crowd.
“Let’s see,” Jack muses, looking across the crowd.
“So many good ones out here tonight. Okay, guys. I think I’ve chosen one. I know we’ve already done it once this tour, but since we lost last time, I think it would give Ryan and I a chance to redeem ourselves! Go big or go home, right? Go out with a bang? So I think we’ll go with you, yes in the front row. No, no, next to you. Pink shirt. Yes! Ryan and I will race you on piggyback for two of my hats!”
Ryan barely perceptibly gasps at this, sending a shiver down Jack’s spine.
Yes, his plan is working very well.
Once the two girls he had pointed at have gotten onstage, Jack goes over to Ryan.
“Everyone, I think that this will be our starting line, and over there will be our goal. Ryan, do you want to be on the bottom or on the top?”
Ryan visibly winces at the idea of either of those things, before quickly masking it.
“Well, Jack, you got to be top last time, so I think it’s only fair that I get to be top now. Maybe we’ll actually win this time, you’re too heavy to run with on my back.”
Jack laughs, directing the fans they’re racing to the starting line. One of the girls, presumably the younger one, easily hops onto the other’s back, and Jack is left waiting for Ryan. His brother is clearly incredibly uncomfortable and weighing the best way to go about doing this before motioning for Jack to bend down. Jack kneels, and Ryan slowly, cautiously, opens his legs, letting out a barely audible hiss, before pressing his body against Jack’s back and wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck. And, oh, now that Jack is in this position, can feel his brother’s full bladder pressed against his back, feel his warm, flushed skin wrapped around Jack’s body, can feel the muscles straining in his brother’s upper legs and groin area in a desperate attempt at maintaining control, Jack suddenly has a variable he didn’t account for in this situation. He can feel his own groin growing uncomfortable as waves of heat and desire spiral through his body and settle right THERE, right where he’s now craving pressure.
“Okay, everyone, if Ryan and I win this race, we- they have to tell a joke in front of all of- you all. If THEY win the race, however, I have to give them each one of my hats. Are we ready? Set? GO!”
The girls take off in a run, and Jack tries to hurry after them. He can feel Ryan’s body bouncing against his back, feels Ryan’s thighs pushing as closely together as they can, and then OH. Jack feels a sudden spurt of warmth on his back before Ryan almost pushes himself off of his brother, breathing heavily, legs pressed as tightly together as they can be without it being suspicious to everyone. Jack is also now breathing quite heavily, but for a much, much different reason than Ryan. He reclaims control of a microphone in the hopes that the audience was too focused on the race to be able to tell what was going on between the two AJR brothers, and makes his announcement.
“Well, guys, it looks like they won. I guess I have to give them hats.”
Jack rushes his way through handing off the hats and getting the girls offstage, and then through the whole marching band sequence, all the while distracted by the thought of his brother and the weight that he can feel between his legs.
The lights begin to go down and Jack barely has the presence of mind to shout “Good night, LOS ANGELES!” before hurrying over to his brother. Now that the lights are down and they are relatively alone, Ryan has abandoned all sense of self control and is hunched over, hands buried in his crotch. He winces when he hears Jack walk over.
“Are you okay?”
Jack gently asks. He knows he shouldn’t have pushed his brother the way he did. He can feel the cooling patch of liquid on his mid back, and readjusts in an attempt to hide the fact that he’s growing ever harder the more time he spends around his brother’s presence, especially given their predicament.
“Jack. I- Jack, I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom at this point.”
Ryan’s voice is barely a whisper, and Jack can see tears falling down his brother’s face from tightly closed eyes in his desperation and shame.
Jack knows what he should do in this situation is offer his brother pure and innocent help. He knows that what he’s thinking crosses a line that brothers do not cross with each other. He can’t bring himself to not try, though. His voice comes low, matching Ryan’s.
“Can I… help?”
Ryan’s eyes open wide at this suggestion, everything else momentarily forgotten before he once again doubles over in pain.
“What does… that- mean, Jack?”
Ryan is breathing heavily, desperately maintaining control, and the moment feels much more intimate than it should given the situation they’re in.
“Come here, Ry.”
Jack breathes.
“I can help you.”
Ryan tries to take a step, but hisses, pressing his hands more firmly against his groin.
“I don’t- know- if I can make it anywhere.”
“Shh, it’ll be okay. We’re just going over there. Do you…”
Jack trails off. This is the moment that he crosses the line of no return. They won’t be able to pretend he didn’t say this, later. They might try, but it’ll forever be between them, either as a rift, or as something… better, that Jack can’t bear to hope for. Still, he presses on.
“Do I what, Jack?”
Ryan’s voice is raspy.
“Do you want my hand? To… help?”
It’s out there now. He’s said it. He can’t take it back.
Silence stretches between them for a moment, before Ryan takes Jack’s outstretched hand and presses it directly into his crotch. Jack gasps at the sensation. He can feel the length of his brother pulsing beneath his hand, being held in place by Ryan’s hands. He feels a jolt of desire shoot straight to his dick, and has to hunch over himself for a moment, panting.
Ryan’s length twitches beneath Jack’s fingers at this, and he groans and presses his brother’s hand more firmly into place.
“Shit. This is NOT how I wanted this to happen.”
“Wanted what to happen, Ry?”
Ryan simply looks at Jack at that, and Jack sees the unmasked longing in his eyes. He sees the flush of his brother’s cheeks, feels the hard skin beneath his hand, sees the slightly parted lips, and Jack is struck by the realization that his brother is truly, unabashedly, beautiful.
The moment is cut short by Ryan gasping, shaking, and pressing his thighs together, encapsulating their hands.
“Jack. Jack, I need to- I need to go. I think now.”
Jack nods, and slowly but surely, leads his brother to the storage closet directly off the backstage area. He turns the handle- unlocked, thank god- and almost pushes them both into it, making certain to lock the door behind them. Now in a fully private area, Jack turns back to his brother.
Ryan is shifting from foot to foot rapidly, and Jack knows he doesn’t have much time left. Ryan hisses as Jack removes his hand, doubling over again before Jack pins him against the wall.
“Is this okay?”
Ryan groans, and nods, hands still deep in his crotch.
“Good.”
Jack presses his whole body flush to Ryan’s.
“Remove your hands. If you can’t, I’ll remove them for you.”
Ryan nods again, a silent plea warring with complete trust in his eyes.
Jack slowly pulls Ryan’s hands out, replacing them instantly with his knee.
Ryan nearly collapses at the sensation, wrapping his arms around Jack’s body while his thigh muscles struggle to take control of the situation.
Jack tilts his head close enough to whisper into Ryan’s ear.
“It’s okay. You can let go.”
And with that, he presses his upper leg directly into Ryan’s bladder and brings his lips to meet his brother’s.
It’s instantaneous. Warm liquid immediately starts to seep through onto Jack’s knee, and he deepens the kiss. Ryan’s hands find the back of Jack’s head, pulling him in further, as their tongues begin to intertwine. Jack reaches a hand between the two of them, feels Ryan’s cock steadily pulsing liquid out of it, and in one fluid motion, tugs at Ryan’s waistline, pushing below it and wrapping a hand around that cock. Ryan gasps and goes boneless against Jack, hips bucking already with the small amount of pleasure he put there. A few well-angled motions, and suddenly it is semen instead of urine spilling into Jack’s hand as his brother pants and moans above.
Jack kneels, pulls the waistband of Ryan’s pants down fully, and takes Ryan’s cock into his mouth as piss slowly begins to pulse out of his brother again, however this time down his throat. All Ryan can do is hang on for the ride. Jack reaches down to his own cock, taking it in his hand as his other hand works his brother to the point of no return along with his mouth, and comes hard and fast, barely any pressure needed. As Ryan slowly slides to the floor in front of his brother, Jack feels a brief stab of panic that they did everything wrong and that Ryan is going to now hate him.
“That was amazing.” Is what Ryan says instead.
Jack, surprised, lets out a sudden laugh. This makes Ryan laugh, and before either of them know it, they’re in a full-out fit of laughter on a storage room floor, sitting in a puddle of urine and semen.
“This is ridiculous.” Jack manages to get out.
Ryan takes a breath, laughs again, and leans back against the wall.
“The only thing I regret is that I couldn’t help you with that.”
He gestures to Jack’s crotch, where a damp spot has formed from his orgasm.
“Next time?” Jack asks, not daring to hope.
“Next time for sure.” Ryan agrees.
And maybe they don’t have a solid plan for what this means for their relationship, and maybe they’ll definitely have to skip the after-concert party, at least until they can get a change of clothes, and maybe Adam would be really disappointed if he found out what his two younger brothers were getting up to when he wasn’t around, but at this moment in time, all they need is each other.
And Ryan pulls Jack in for a gentle, intimate, kiss.
“I love you, you know that?”
“I love you too, Ry.”