bloodbrothers

Jace woke up late with Harwin knocking on his door and three alarms blasting to wake him up.

"Jace," he called. "Jace."

Shit.

He jumped to his feet with his eyes wide, the clock, the TV and his phone warning him he only had 10 minutes to leave the house.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he looked for the remote.

Harwin opened the door, putting his head inside.

"You okay, kid?" he asked, looking confused.

Jace was late, he was never late!

"I need to shower!" he looked at him. "Shit, I need to wash my hair."

He ran into the bathroom, everything still blarring into his head.

"I'll get you some food to go."

Jace didn't answer, running down to the shower and doing some half-assed job as he cleaned up and washed his hair.

Hair, pits and bits, there. Clean enough.

His hands were full of leave-in when he pulled his clothes on and grabbed whatever Harwin was handling him at the door.

"You forgot your phone," his father called out just as he got to the door.

Jace ran right back to him, and Harwin grabbed his face before he could even get the phone from his hand.

"Are you alright?" he put a hand over his forehead. "You feel anything? Your face looks... off? Are you sure you're alright to go? Do you feel sick?"

What? No!

"I'm late!" he reminded him, grabbing the bag from his hand, checking for his phone inside and running off. "I'll be home for dinner."

Jace rushed into the car, tossing the bag and the snack on the passenger seat before starting the car, driving off while still cleaning his eyes, buckling his seatbelt when he was still making his way down the road.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was never late. He had a reputation already for always being early.

And there he was, hair dripping down on his clothes and his face, face feeling dry as fucking hell as he made his way to the set.

And forgot his jacket.

Dammit.

Gods fucking damn it.

But it wasn't one yet, he just had to drive a little faster to get there.

It felt like pure luck when he arrived eight whole minutes before one. Of course, he still had to leave his car and run into the ware house in a t-shirt completely soaked, right into the freezing cold.

When he got inside, he had snow on him. Fucking snow. Because it never stopped fucking snowing!

"To the left," someone announced before he could even ask, and Jace took the way, grabbing the snack from the bag and taking half of the protein bar in one bite.

He was still swallowing down when he made it into the make-up station, seeing the set being put together for the filming, grateful that they weren't going to be working out in the snow.

Jace sat down, happy to have a minute to yawn and get his hair finished before he had to move along, and someone walked past him.

"Jacaerys Targaryen-Velaryon," a girl read on a paper and dropped something on his lap. "When you're done with make-up, you can change in the bathroom."

She walked off before he could answer, she walked off to go talk to another guy, three chairs away from him, getting his hair straightened.

"Yes, ma'am?" he frowned.

He picked up what she had thrown on him and... well. Those... well.

Those were smaller than his swimming trunks.

It was practically underwear! His ass would be out the whole time!

But... well, at least it was black. That always suited him.

"Bend," the hair styler commanded him.

Jace complied quickly, feeling his hair slipping down his chin, and the girl crunched his curls before setting the blow-drier to dry them quickly.

Well, the moment he raised his head, he was met with a very familiar smirk through the mirror.

Cregan fucking Stark.

"Someone's looking tired," he teased him. "Stayed out late, Valyrian boy?"

He swallowed down, and before he could answer, the makeup artist was already coming to his face with concealer.

"Well, he's not making my work as easy as you do," the girl said simply. "Look up."

Jace complied.

"Someone kept me up," he grumbled.

"I'm sure it was fun," Cregan teased him back. "To get you looking so... refreshed, anyway. Why complain?"

Jace's face felt hot pink as the girl tapped away at his skin, sealing the make-up.

"I'm not," he looked at him through the mirror. "It was fun."

Cregan smirked.

"Someone needs to find him a robe, the poor thing is shivering," he told the markeup girl, stepping away from them with his little black shorts in hand.

She looked at Jace's face with her eyebrows raised, but he just looked away, blushing way too much for his own good.

When he did go to change, the room as empty, so he could do it with some privacy. And then he pulled out of his slacks, and the realisation hit him.

He had forgotten his underwear.

Wonderful. Great really.

What a damn day.

Jace slipped the shorts on, hoping for the best as he adjusted his balls and dick.

It was fine. It was black, it wouldn't show much.

He was barely out when someone threw a bottle of body oil into his hand.

"Get yourself shiny, you got three minutes."

Jace complied, his mind slipping right into work as he worked on himself, rushing to join the line of men.

It was a simple video, apparently. The song was about being the female version of a fuck boy and they were meant to be part of a harem, so all he had to do was sit and stand move... pretty. Just be pretty.

Honestly, it was quite the easy job, most of the time. He liked it.

Everything was quite mechanical, after that.

Lift some weights for the camera, look at the lense sexily, kiss her for the screen and get some smudged lipstick on his face...

Easy stuff.

"Alright, Velaryon, Stark, Karstark twins-" the assistant read on the paper. "You stay, everyone else can go."

Jace turned to the side, watching the group moving to collect their things and get into the changing room, and the assistant moved right to them.

"You four go into set two, we're gonna get the bed scenes now."

Jace tried not to frown. Bed scenes?

He had to admit he hadn't read anything too closely for this shoot, his plan was to do it when he got home after Arya's party, but his brain was absolutely not in the place for that when he did, not after Cregan had left him with the bluest balls he'd ever experienced.

Still, Jace walked right with them, trying not too curl in himself to try to warm up when they walked past some corridor without heating, rubbing his hands together and happy to reach the second set and the warm, warm lights set up around the bed.

"We want you two on the left, and then Velaryon and Stark," the assistant told them, pointing at the big bed. "You can do ahead and get down so we can adjust you while Lyarra changes."

Jace complied, looking at the other three unsure.

Finally, the director came out, holding paper.

"Recapping for now," she spoke up. "We're gonna get Lyarra on the empty spot, an pan of her touching your chest from your hips to your face. You keep looking at her, when the camera gets right on your face, you look at the lense. Cool?"

He swallowed down.

Oh.

"Cool!" he confirmed.

His parents were not gonna watch this. He would die before he let them watch this.

Just as they moved to sit down he stopped them.

"No, no," the director corrected them. "Twins on the edges, those two in the centre."

The Karstarks moved around, one of them taking Jace's side as the woman rolled her eyes.

"Who puts twins touching?" she looked at the assistant, who just looked as red as a tomato. "Ew! That's disgusting."

The twin by his side let out a sigh of relief.

"Who do we think they are, Targaryens?"

Cregan outrightly snorted, laughing without a shame, and Jace's face heated a bit for a moment.

"No offence," the diretor threw in his direction, not even fully looking at him.

Jace blinked for a moment.

"None taken?" he mumbled.

Karstark let him climb the bed before he did so, and Jace settled on the mattress.

To be completely fair with his family, it was really rare that siblings got together these days. It was usually cousins, sometimes uncles and aunts with nephews and nieces, and even less time stepsiblings.

Mostly, they just married distant cousins. It was kind of common for people to meet in family reunions and hit off, their family was huge. 

Of course, he kept that all to himself.

Jace let out a breath when he felt the hot light in his direction.

Yeah, that helped a lot.

"They're trying to cook us alive?" Karstark complained, scooping up to his side, and Cregan took the spot right in front of him, his eyes moving down Jace's body without a shame.

Logically, he knew that there was supposed to be space enough for the girl in between them. That didn't mean Jace wanted that, though.

The assistant ran to them quickly.

"Lyarra's gonna take a little more time than we expected, so we're gonna get the scenes of of you all on the bed while we wait, so... scoop closer while we get the cameras."

It was almost as if the universe was smiling to him.

Jace couldn't help himself when he felt Cregan moving closer to his body, his brain on a one track mind when his eyes caught a full sight of him, and the pressure of work left him.

Yeah, he was right.

Cregan's torso was sculpted by the fucking gods by hand, strong, rugged, hairy. He looked...

Gods helped him, he looked good enough to eat.

He was so distracted, that he didn't notice him coming right too his neck, buring his nose into his neck and giving him a bit sniff, running his nose from his neck to his ear and licking his earlobe.

"You smell like cheap oil."

Ever muscle of his turned into goo, and half of his blood went down to his cock.

Jace turned to look at him, but Cregan just looked up like the twins were doing, and he did the same, feeling his face and neck burning.

And they started filming.

They started filming and he knew his cock wasn't fully soft.

Gods.

Mum. Mum in her pregnancy diaper with Viz crying like bloody murder with colic and Kepa looking at her like she was lunch when she gives him the baby.

Mum with her hair up in those stupid rollers kissing Kepa in the kitchen-

"Fix your face, pretty boy," Cregan called him out by his side. "You're supposed to look like you want to be here."

Jace gulped, facing the camera again, trying to keep a sexy face on.

Grandma and grandpa kissing by the beach. The time he caught Harwin in his underwear.

Cregan outrightly chuckled by his side when the filming crew stepped away.

"Distracted?" he asked, keeping his voice down.

Jace rolled his eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know."

Cregan took his hand down, nonchalant as he ran his hand down his chest and stomach adjusted his shorts as slow as he possibly could.

Jace followed every single second with his eyes, and his mouth went dry.

“You know I couldn’t get back to the party when you left?” he asked, eyeing the twin behind him.

But both the Karstarks seemed busy adjusting their hair on the pillow.

“Got a fucking hard-on from kissing you all night,” he chuckled.

Jace tried not to groan, closing his eyes.

The time he caught dad shaving his shoulders.

“Almost pushed you into that car so we could fix it,” he whispered.

“Alright, everyone,” the assistant called. “Time for the scene with Lyarra.”

It wasn’t fucking fair.

Jace focused on her as he adjusted on his spot, breathing in deep.

He wasn’t going to scare the poor singer with his fucking boner.

The time he caught mum and dad ‘wrestling’ in the couch.

He could do it, he could get through it.

“Ready?” Lyarra lied by his side.

Jace nodded quickly, breathing in and out.

Grandma in her swimsuit. Grandma in her swimsuit. Grandma in her swimsuit.

“How low are you okay with?” she asked, hovering her hand over his torso.

“Everything above my belly button is fine,” Jace assured her.

It was a safe area.

Lyarra simply smiled.

“Okay,” she confirmed.

To his surprise, however, Cregan set himself right in her neck, looking straight at him as they started the song, and Jace had to force himself to look at her and not him as she started caressing his belly chest and moving her mouth along with the catchy pop.

Cregan kissed her shoulder and neck with his eyes straight on Jace, and he had to work so damn hard to keep his fucking brain from imagining what it would be like to be the one he was doing it too.

Still, he turned right to the camera when the timing came.

The moment they cut, the director was laughing.

“That is the money shot,” she exclaimed. “We got it.”

Jace frowned.

They did?

“Alright, we just need the twins now, Stark and Velaryon, you’re done,” the director announced. “Thank you for your participation. You can keep the shorts.”

Jace’s face felt hot again. Well, good thing. He didn’t think he would be able to give them back without being absolutely embarrassed by his situation.

He walked back too where his bag was, taking it and walking to big communal dressing room, and Jace leaned into the sink, feeling way too oily to put on his shirt, trying to wash off the damn thing on his chest and belly.

It didn’t surprise Jace at all when Cregan walked into the room, bag over his shoulder and damn grin on his lips.

“If you need a shower before going home, I can think of a better place.”

He didn’t look at him, clenching his teeth as the warm water did nothing to fight the chilly air around him.

Why wouldn’t they heat up the changing room?

It was a changing room.

“It’s cheap oil,” he mumbled, rubbing the soap over his skin.

Cregan watched from over his shoulder, and Jace clenched his teeth, trying not to look pathetic as he dried himself with paper towers.

It surprised him when he came to his side and rubbed a soft towel on his torso.

“Always put a towel in your bag, pretty boy,” he told him. “You never know what they’ll throw on you.”

His face burnt as he shuddered, shivering, unable to even speak – his mind was goddamn goo now.

“Not built for the cold, are you?” Cregan asked.

Jace swallowed down, looking up at his face, but he wasn’t looking into his eyes, just down his body, taking his sweet time to dry him.

“You hungry?” he asked him.

Cregan looked up at his face, raising his eyebrows.

It was night alright. Jace was hungry. He hadn’t eaten the whole day.

“For what?” he raised his eyebrows.

Jace gulped.

Well, now that he asked.

Cregan set the towel aside, and gave him an up and down before stepping away, and Jace followed with his eyes as he moved back to his bag and stripped off the small shorts – wearing underwear like a normal person, and put on his pants, turning to look at Jace with his eyebrows raised.

“Dress up, pretty boy,” he told him. “We can go somewhere after this.”

Jace inhaled deeply.

“Like what?”

Cregan tilted his head a little bit.

“Well, we can go out for dinner,” he told him. “Or...”

Jace gulped, waiting as Cregan outrightly held out on his answer, raising his eyebrows.

“Or?” he finally asked.

“Or,” Cregan spoke out, walking to him. “We go to my place, get take out and… get back to what we were doing last night.”

Jace inhaled, nodding slowly.

“That…” he started, and his voice literally cracked.

He cleared his throat quickly.

“That sounds nice.”

Cregan smirked and nodded simply.

“You want me to walk out while you change?” he offered.

Jace swallowed.

Well…

He did intent to… maybe… – Perhaps. Possibly. – get naked in front of him at some point.

“It’s fine,” he mumbled.

Cregan hummed a bit, moving to his bag and taking his own shirt from inside, and Jace rushed to get his clothes as well, trying not to show his annoyance at the fact he had come with just some sweats and a sleeveless tee.

He looked down at his own shorts for a moment, and took in a deep breath.

Time for the truth, then.

Jace pushed them down his legs, standing butt naked as he kicked them up and shoved them into the bag, taking his pants from inside.

Of course, he didn’t miss it when Cregan stole a look at him.

He couldn’t help following his faze. The cold air… had done it’s job.

It wasn’t his best look.

“It’s not… always like that,” Jace mumbled, suddenly self conscious. “I’m cold.”

Cregan chuckled.

“Of course,” he agreed. “You’re shivering.”

His face heated up, and Jace quickly slipped his clothes on.

It did surprise him, however, when Cregan tossed something on him. A hoodie.

“Thanks,” he spoke up.

Cregan just nodded, waiting for him.

“Mind giving me a ride?” he asked, looking at his face.

“Not at all,” Jace told him.