A/N: I've
had this one sitting on my hard drive for a few
months now. It's a good thing since it needed another read through with
perspective. This was the second story I wrote when I started in on my
Jett/Joxer kick last summer and it has a harder, darker edge than the
others (although nothing like
that J/J rape fic I wrote a few months ago).
Once again the guys are teenagers, legal age to my mind. Think of them
as whatever age you care to, though.
Pairing(s):
Jett/Joxer
Warnings: NC-17 for violence, m/m, twincest and a touch of
non-con.
Disclaimers: Fortunately for them, I don't own the boys. I make
no
money off of this and no infringement is intended. I'll give them back
when I'm done and they'll be just fine after a few therapy sessions.
Archive: Joxerotica, my site
and
my
LJ.
Summary: He'd seen anger from
Jett so often, many times tinged with annoyance
and a couple memorable, horrible times bordering on cold fury, but he'd
never seen this. It was so close to anger he wasn't surprised he'd
missed it, that it'd fooled even Jett himself. Passionate and intense
and brimming with barely repressed emotion, but none of it was anger.
And that frightened Joxer even more than Jett's temper could have.
Word count: 11,426