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Before he could come to any kind of conclusion, Dalton decided the coast was finally clear. Sauntering over from his own room across the hall, the nineteen-year-old didn't even bother trying to hide the satisfied smirk that stretched his face as he took in the state of Rex's rear end. He leaned casually against the doorframe, shook his head and chuckled.\n\n\"Welcome to the club, Little Brother.\"\n\nFlushing a little, Rex sulked at his sibling's obvious enjoyment. \"It hurts, D.\"\n\n\"It should,\" Dalton snorted. \"Looks like you got it just as bad as me or Sonny ever did.\"\n\n\"Well, since you're such an expert, you got something I can put on my ass? It's killing me!\"\n\nGrinning wider, Dalton whipped a jar out from behind his back.\n\n\"Figured you'd need this.\"\n\nCurious, Rex hitched his way over to inspect what Dalton was holding, sucking in his breath with every second step. As he took it from Dalton's hand, he read the label aloud.\n\n\"Healing Herbs Barrier Salve\"?\" He gave his older brother a doubtful look. \"Does it work?\"\n\nDalton gave a single, emphatic nod.\n\n\"Oh yeah, but don't tell Dad, whatever you do. He doesn't want us using anything after.\"\n\n\"Why the hell not? I feel like he branded me!\"\n\n\"No surprise there, goofus. That's the whole point.\" As Rex continued to stand there, studying the label and sniffing the jar, Dalton snapped his fingers in the boy's face. \"Hello? You want me to put some on you or not?\"\n\nPreferring to do it himself, Rex nevertheless handed the jar back to his brother, turned his back and braced his palms against his night-table. It seemed like every single cut he'd gotten from his joyride down Lakeshore was pulling in on itself, and frankly, he was just too stiff to try and reach back there to do it himself.\n\n\"Whatever, dude, just make sure you use a lot.\"\n\nAs he felt Dalton lift his sweatshirt out of the way though, Rex panicked, leapt up and covered his butt.\n\n\"WAIT! Does it sting?\"\n\nDalton cuffed his head then pushed him back over.\n\n\"Don't be such a pussy, Rex. You already got the worst of it. Fucking stand still already and keep your hands out of the way.\"\n\nObeying – albeit very reluctantly – Rex hitched in a breath as he felt the first dollop, bracing himself for the burn. To his utter amazement there was none, and without waiting for D to ask, he parted his legs wide to allow his saviour better access. As Dalton massaged the cream everywhere that their father had set afire and beyond, including the top inside part of both butt cheeks plus the sensitive skin leading up to his balls, Rex sighed contentedly.\n\nThank god for older brothers.\n\nStruggling to sound normal, Rex had to ask him. \"Where'd you get his goop?\"\n\nDalton didn't notice the strain.\n\n\"Some chick I dated in high school,\" he replied casually. \"She had to babysit her cousins and I saw her using this a couple of times. Said it was good for diaper rash —\"\n\n\"Diaper rash?!\"\n\n\"Hey, don't knock it, Little Brother. You feel better, don't you?\"\n\nRex couldn't argue that. While the worst of the sting was receding behind him, an urgent tingling had replaced it down front and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it. If D didn't quit spreading that gunk around, Rex wouldn't be able to stop himself spraying a mess all over his bedside lamp.\n\n\"Whatever, man. Just hurry up.\"\n\nLuckily Dalton was finished and capped the jar. As he got up from his crouch, he nudged Rex in the back.\n\n\"You just make sure you return the favour the next time my ass is burni —\"\n\nHe stopped in mid-sentence, staring wide-eyed and more than a little repulsed at his younger brother's mid-section. Rex had turned to face him, and though his hoodie covered his penis, there was no concealing the boy's six inch erection quivering under it.\n\n\"Shit, Rex! Are you getting off on this?\"\n\n\"NO!\"\n\nPleased that Reckless had fallen for the look on his face, Dalton guffawed then clinched the teen in a brief headlock.\n\n\"Forget it, bro. I was just teasing. Happens every time, trust me.\"\n\nAs a bare-chested and yawning Kurt came traipsing in wearing only a pair of pajama shorts, Dalton swooped down on him next and clamped a hand over his groin, teasing the hairless package inside.\n\n\"Even Kurtie-Pie here gets a woody when I'm helping him out, ain't that so, kiddo?\n\nKurt didn't appreciate the attention.\n\n\"Stop it, D! Let go of me!\"\n\nGrinning evilly, Dalton gave the pre-teen one last noogie for the road then dumped him in the doorway with a half-gentle kick to the butt.\n\n\"Get back to bed, Squirt, before Dad catches you.\"\n\n\"I can stay up late,\" Kurt lied. He stuck out his tongue, bulldozed his way past Dalton, and flung himself on Rex's bed. \"It's summer. I don't have school tomorrow.\"\n\n\"Doesn't matter,\" Dalton reminded him. \"I don't know what you're doing up at this hour but you're supposed to be asleep.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm not tired.\"\n\nHis droopy eyelids said something different and his older brothers shared an amused look before speaking in unison.\n\n\"Yeah, right.\"\n\n\"I'm not,\" Kurt insisted. He pointed an accusatory finger at Reckless. \"Your yelling woke me up. Who can sleep after that?\"\n\n\"I'm not yelling now, stupid. Go back to bed.\"\n\nThe eleven-year-old wasn't about to. Bellowing such as he'd heard earlier could only signify one thing and he scooted off the mattress to check out the evidence personally, sauntering right up to Reckless to lift the back of his brother's hoodie. Rex was not amused and slapped his meddling hands away.\n\n\"What're you doing, pest?! Get lost!\"\n\n\"Lemme see!\" Kurt demanded. He reached for Rex's sweatshirt again, promptly got another slap and set his jaw stubbornly, refusing to give up.\n\n\"Just let him,\" Dalton sighed. \"It's not like we've ever seen your butt this red before.\"\n\nGlaring at D, Rex grudgingly admitted the guy had a point and surrendered.\n\n\"Fine.\" He turned his back to Kurt and lifted his top nice and high, allowing his nosy little brother a full minute to savour his misery. As soon as the sixty seconds he'd counted in his head were up, he yanked his hoodie back down and whirled to face his youngest brother.\n\n\"Satisfied?\"\n\nKurt shook his head with a grin and reached forward to take another look but Dalton snagged him back and wrapped him in a bear hug from behind before Rex could start slapping him again.\n\n\"So now that you've finally had a taste of the old man's fury, you gonna lay off him from now on?\" Dalton asked.\n\n\"Hell no,\" Rex retorted. \"What for?\"\n\n\"What for?\" Dalton repeated. A squirming Kurt broke his hold and started punching him in the gut but the nineteen-year-old barely noticed. He fended the kid off on automatic pilot as he raised an eyebrow at Rex. \"Hey buddy, it's your funeral. Just remember two words: Timberland shoebox.\"\n\n\"What the hell's that supposed to mean?\"\n\nGiving up on D, Kurt ran back to the bed and lay on his side, propping his head on one elbow. \"It means you're dumb!\" he supplied helpfully.\n\nDalton ignored him.\n\n\"It means the next time Dad whips your ass, that's where you'll find this,\" He picked up the jar of Healing Herbs Barrier Salve and paraded it in front of Rex's face. \"Back of my closet in the Timberland shoebox.\"\n\nRex boxed his hand away dismissively. \"Thanks but I'm not gonna need that gunk ever again.\"\n\n\"Oh so you're a tough guy now? One licking with the belt and you think you can handle the pain like an expert?\"\n\n\"Won't need to, smartass. Dad's never gonna do this again.\"\n\n\"Oh, you think so?\"\n\n\"I know so,\" Rex blurted confidently. \"Tonight was just his way of proving to everyone that he's a good father and doesn't play favourites, but tomorrow, things'll be the same as they always were and I'll be out riding my board by lunch. I don't know why the fuck he even bothered.\"\n\nAppalled that his brother could be so dense, Dalton reached out and gave him a quick shove.\n\n\"Hey! You didn't listen to a word Dad said tonight, did you?\"\n\nRex had no desire to be lectured to by a sibling. Just as he had with this father, he started to walk away, and again, he didn't get far. As he tried to swagger out the door, Dalton pulled him back roughly and forced him to listen.\n\n\"I can't believe you, man. After everything Dad told you – and I heard it all – you're blind as hell and twice as dumb if you think he's bullshitting. For over a month straight, he's been breaking his back trying to show you he's sorry and you're still going around bitching that he doesn't love you! He beat your ass tonight, Reckless —\"\n\n\"Yeah. Once,\" Rex huffed. \"Big fucking deal.\"\n\n\"It wasn't just this once,\" Dalton persisted. He gave his younger brother a significant look. \"I know Dad spanked you befor —\"\n\n\"With his HAND! That doesn't even count!\"\n\n\"Oh, for Christ's sake, Rex! Wake up!\" Dalton was utterly disgusted now and gave him a hard cuff upside the head. \"Dad's not ignoring you any more or wasting time trying to ground you. Even if he doesn't always use his stupid belt, he's still spanking your butt. What the fuck does that tell you?!\"\n\nRex snorted.\n\n\"That he's a helluva good actor.\"\n\nDalton thought he would lose it. He took a step back and folded his arms across his chest to discourage his fists from flying as he glared at his brother.\n\n\"And if I told you Dad's been coming into your room every night for the last four weeks and tucking you in, what then?\"\n\nToo stunned to reply at first, Rex quickly recovered. \"Well, he hasn't been so who cares.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he has.\" Dalton pressed. \"I've seen him go into your room and sit beside you for, like, fifteen minutes just watching you sleep, and when he's leaving, he even kisses your fore —\"\n\nFace flushed, Rex gave him a shove to shut him up. \"You're lying.\"\n\nOlder Brother didn't bat an eye.\n\n\"Ask Sonny when he gets home if you don't believe me.\" As Dalton took in the sudden shine that had developed in Rex's eyes, he took pity and softened his tone. \"Seriously, little brother, you need to wake up. Dad's been busting his hump trying to get close to you since that night he saw Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Warren and I know you know it. If he didn't totally love you, he wouldn't be doing shit.\"\n\nStill too terrified to accept the truth, Rex gave it one last shot.\n\n\"Well, maybe he —\"\n\n\"Maybe nothing,\" Dalton interrupted. He nodded toward the stairs up which Malcolm Barrett would soon be coming. \"You wanted a real daddy and now you got one, Rex. He's not faking and he didn't have some hidden agenda for whipping your butt tonight. You almost killed your dumb ass and made him lose a son. You scared the shit out of him, plain and simple, and frankly, you scared the shit out of me too.\"\n\nAs Rex tensed up and seemed on the verge of running off – god knows where to this time – Dalton walked over and pulled him into a hug so he could whisper in his ear.\n\n\"Look, I know you're waiting for him to fuck up and start brushing you off again but you're just wasting time, bro. It's not gonna happen. That old dad you knew? He's gone. Think about it.\"\n\nRex did.\n\nAs Dalton rumpled his hair then released him to carry an obviously unconscious Kurt back to bed, Rex stared straight ahead and pondered the \"facts\" that were being hammered at him, desperately wanting to believe. There was a problem though. He'd already held countless debates in his own head about most of the points D had raised so chewing them over once more wasn't likely to help. What he needed to do instead was to take action, to find some way – once and for all – to test his father's love.\n\nAs Rex watched his two siblings exit the room – one slumped quite comfortably in the arms of the other – he perked up. He knew what he had to do and it was simple: he would just slip downstairs to his dad's office where the man most probably was and invite him to watch a movie in the rec room. Only the two of them, mind you. One father and one son. If Dad was really so hell-bent on spending time with him, he wouldn't refuse, and if he was really the great new father everyone claimed he was, he wouldn't shake Reckless awake when the sixteen-year-old deliberately passed out on the couch. He'd pick him up and haul him up to bed the way he invariably did with Kurt and Dalton and the way he should have done with Rex for the last nine years.\n\nWell, tonight, the teen would see.\n\nJaw twitching slightly, Rex dragged on a pair of grey sweatpants and padded downstairs. If Dad failed his test, he knew exactly what he would do and giving the man grey hair freeboarding down more busy streets would just be the start. Malcolm Barrett wouldn't have a clue what hit him.\n\nThe next morning...\n\n...Rex chucked his plans.\n\n\n\nThe End...?", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "As he backed up to his closet mirror and lifted the back of his oversized hoodie to survey the damage, Rex wondered if his stubbornness was totally misplaced. Before he could come to any kind of conclusion, Dalton decided the coast was finally clear. Sauntering over from his own room across the hall, the nineteen-year-old didn't even bother trying to hide the satisfied smirk that stretched his face as he took in the state of Rex's rear end. He leaned casually against the doorframe, shook his head and chuckled.

"Welcome to the club, Little Brother."

Flushing a little, Rex sulked at his sibling's obvious enjoyment. "It hurts, D."

"It should," Dalton snorted. "Looks like you got it just as bad as me or Sonny ever did."

"Well, since you're such an expert, you got something I can put on my ass? It's killing me!"

Grinning wider, Dalton whipped a jar out from behind his back.

"Figured you'd need this."

Curious, Rex hitched his way over to inspect what Dalton was holding, sucking in his breath with every second step. As he took it from Dalton's hand, he read the label aloud.

"Healing Herbs Barrier Salve"?" He gave his older brother a doubtful look. "Does it work?"

Dalton gave a single, emphatic nod.

"Oh yeah, but don't tell Dad, whatever you do. He doesn't want us using anything after."

"Why the hell not? I feel like he branded me!"

"No surprise there, goofus. That's the whole point." As Rex continued to stand there, studying the label and sniffing the jar, Dalton snapped his fingers in the boy's face. "Hello? You want me to put some on you or not?"

Preferring to do it himself, Rex nevertheless handed the jar back to his brother, turned his back and braced his palms against his night-table. It seemed like every single cut he'd gotten from his joyride down Lakeshore was pulling in on itself, and frankly, he was just too stiff to try and reach back there to do it himself.

"Whatever, dude, just make sure you use a lot."

As he felt Dalton lift his sweatshirt out of the way though, Rex panicked, leapt up and covered his butt.

"WAIT! Does it sting?"

Dalton cuffed his head then pushed him back over.

"Don't be such a pussy, Rex. You already got the worst of it. Fucking stand still already and keep your hands out of the way."

Obeying – albeit very reluctantly – Rex hitched in a breath as he felt the first dollop, bracing himself for the burn. To his utter amazement there was none, and without waiting for D to ask, he parted his legs wide to allow his saviour better access. As Dalton massaged the cream everywhere that their father had set afire and beyond, including the top inside part of both butt cheeks plus the sensitive skin leading up to his balls, Rex sighed contentedly.

Thank god for older brothers.

Struggling to sound normal, Rex had to ask him. "Where'd you get his goop?"

Dalton didn't notice the strain.

"Some chick I dated in high school," he replied casually. "She had to babysit her cousins and I saw her using this a couple of times. Said it was good for diaper rash —"

"Diaper rash?!"

"Hey, don't knock it, Little Brother. You feel better, don't you?"

Rex couldn't argue that. While the worst of the sting was receding behind him, an urgent tingling had replaced it down front and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it. If D didn't quit spreading that gunk around, Rex wouldn't be able to stop himself spraying a mess all over his bedside lamp.

"Whatever, man. Just hurry up."

Luckily Dalton was finished and capped the jar. As he got up from his crouch, he nudged Rex in the back.

"You just make sure you return the favour the next time my ass is burni —"

He stopped in mid-sentence, staring wide-eyed and more than a little repulsed at his younger brother's mid-section. Rex had turned to face him, and though his hoodie covered his penis, there was no concealing the boy's six inch erection quivering under it.

"Shit, Rex! Are you getting off on this?"

"NO!"

Pleased that Reckless had fallen for the look on his face, Dalton guffawed then clinched the teen in a brief headlock.

"Forget it, bro. I was just teasing. Happens every time, trust me."

As a bare-chested and yawning Kurt came traipsing in wearing only a pair of pajama shorts, Dalton swooped down on him next and clamped a hand over his groin, teasing the hairless package inside.

"Even Kurtie-Pie here gets a woody when I'm helping him out, ain't that so, kiddo?

Kurt didn't appreciate the attention.

"Stop it, D! Let go of me!"

Grinning evilly, Dalton gave the pre-teen one last noogie for the road then dumped him in the doorway with a half-gentle kick to the butt.

"Get back to bed, Squirt, before Dad catches you."

"I can stay up late," Kurt lied. He stuck out his tongue, bulldozed his way past Dalton, and flung himself on Rex's bed. "It's summer. I don't have school tomorrow."

"Doesn't matter," Dalton reminded him. "I don't know what you're doing up at this hour but you're supposed to be asleep."

"Well, I'm not tired."

His droopy eyelids said something different and his older brothers shared an amused look before speaking in unison.

"Yeah, right."

"I'm not," Kurt insisted. He pointed an accusatory finger at Reckless. "Your yelling woke me up. Who can sleep after that?"

"I'm not yelling now, stupid. Go back to bed."

The eleven-year-old wasn't about to. Bellowing such as he'd heard earlier could only signify one thing and he scooted off the mattress to check out the evidence personally, sauntering right up to Reckless to lift the back of his brother's hoodie. Rex was not amused and slapped his meddling hands away.

"What're you doing, pest?! Get lost!"

"Lemme see!" Kurt demanded. He reached for Rex's sweatshirt again, promptly got another slap and set his jaw stubbornly, refusing to give up.

"Just let him," Dalton sighed. "It's not like we've ever seen your butt this red before."

Glaring at D, Rex grudgingly admitted the guy had a point and surrendered.

"Fine." He turned his back to Kurt and lifted his top nice and high, allowing his nosy little brother a full minute to savour his misery. As soon as the sixty seconds he'd counted in his head were up, he yanked his hoodie back down and whirled to face his youngest brother.

"Satisfied?"

Kurt shook his head with a grin and reached forward to take another look but Dalton snagged him back and wrapped him in a bear hug from behind before Rex could start slapping him again.

"So now that you've finally had a taste of the old man's fury, you gonna lay off him from now on?" Dalton asked.

"Hell no," Rex retorted. "What for?"

"What for?" Dalton repeated. A squirming Kurt broke his hold and started punching him in the gut but the nineteen-year-old barely noticed. He fended the kid off on automatic pilot as he raised an eyebrow at Rex. "Hey buddy, it's your funeral. Just remember two words: Timberland shoebox."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Giving up on D, Kurt ran back to the bed and lay on his side, propping his head on one elbow. "It means you're dumb!" he supplied helpfully.

Dalton ignored him.

"It means the next time Dad whips your ass, that's where you'll find this," He picked up the jar of Healing Herbs Barrier Salve and paraded it in front of Rex's face. "Back of my closet in the Timberland shoebox."

Rex boxed his hand away dismissively. "Thanks but I'm not gonna need that gunk ever again."

"Oh so you're a tough guy now? One licking with the belt and you think you can handle the pain like an expert?"

"Won't need to, smartass. Dad's never gonna do this again."

"Oh, you think so?"

"I know so," Rex blurted confidently. "Tonight was just his way of proving to everyone that he's a good father and doesn't play favourites, but tomorrow, things'll be the same as they always were and I'll be out riding my board by lunch. I don't know why the fuck he even bothered."

Appalled that his brother could be so dense, Dalton reached out and gave him a quick shove.

"Hey! You didn't listen to a word Dad said tonight, did you?"

Rex had no desire to be lectured to by a sibling. Just as he had with this father, he started to walk away, and again, he didn't get far. As he tried to swagger out the door, Dalton pulled him back roughly and forced him to listen.

"I can't believe you, man. After everything Dad told you – and I heard it all – you're blind as hell and twice as dumb if you think he's bullshitting. For over a month straight, he's been breaking his back trying to show you he's sorry and you're still going around bitching that he doesn't love you! He beat your ass tonight, Reckless —"

"Yeah. Once," Rex huffed. "Big fucking deal."

"It wasn't just this once," Dalton persisted. He gave his younger brother a significant look. "I know Dad spanked you befor —"

"With his HAND! That doesn't even count!"

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Rex! Wake up!" Dalton was utterly disgusted now and gave him a hard cuff upside the head. "Dad's not ignoring you any more or wasting time trying to ground you. Even if he doesn't always use his stupid belt, he's still spanking your butt. What the fuck does that tell you?!"

Rex snorted.

"That he's a helluva good actor."

Dalton thought he would lose it. He took a step back and folded his arms across his chest to discourage his fists from flying as he glared at his brother.

"And if I told you Dad's been coming into your room every night for the last four weeks and tucking you in, what then?"

Too stunned to reply at first, Rex quickly recovered. "Well, he hasn't been so who cares."

"Oh yes, he has." Dalton pressed. "I've seen him go into your room and sit beside you for, like, fifteen minutes just watching you sleep, and when he's leaving, he even kisses your fore —"

Face flushed, Rex gave him a shove to shut him up. "You're lying."

Older Brother didn't bat an eye.

"Ask Sonny when he gets home if you don't believe me." As Dalton took in the sudden shine that had developed in Rex's eyes, he took pity and softened his tone. "Seriously, little brother, you need to wake up. Dad's been busting his hump trying to get close to you since that night he saw Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Warren and I know you know it. If he didn't totally love you, he wouldn't be doing shit."

Still too terrified to accept the truth, Rex gave it one last shot.

"Well, maybe he —"

"Maybe nothing," Dalton interrupted. He nodded toward the stairs up which Malcolm Barrett would soon be coming. "You wanted a real daddy and now you got one, Rex. He's not faking and he didn't have some hidden agenda for whipping your butt tonight. You almost killed your dumb ass and made him lose a son. You scared the shit out of him, plain and simple, and frankly, you scared the shit out of me too."

As Rex tensed up and seemed on the verge of running off – god knows where to this time – Dalton walked over and pulled him into a hug so he could whisper in his ear.

"Look, I know you're waiting for him to fuck up and start brushing you off again but you're just wasting time, bro. It's not gonna happen. That old dad you knew? He's gone. Think about it."

Rex did.

As Dalton rumpled his hair then released him to carry an obviously unconscious Kurt back to bed, Rex stared straight ahead and pondered the "facts" that were being hammered at him, desperately wanting to believe. There was a problem though. He'd already held countless debates in his own head about most of the points D had raised so chewing them over once more wasn't likely to help. What he needed to do instead was to take action, to find some way – once and for all – to test his father's love.

As Rex watched his two siblings exit the room – one slumped quite comfortably in the arms of the other – he perked up. He knew what he had to do and it was simple: he would just slip downstairs to his dad's office where the man most probably was and invite him to watch a movie in the rec room. Only the two of them, mind you. One father and one son. If Dad was really so hell-bent on spending time with him, he wouldn't refuse, and if he was really the great new father everyone claimed he was, he wouldn't shake Reckless awake when the sixteen-year-old deliberately passed out on the couch. He'd pick him up and haul him up to bed the way he invariably did with Kurt and Dalton and the way he should have done with Rex for the last nine years.

Well, tonight, the teen would see.

Jaw twitching slightly, Rex dragged on a pair of grey sweatpants and padded downstairs. If Dad failed his test, he knew exactly what he would do and giving the man grey hair freeboarding down more busy streets would just be the start. Malcolm Barrett wouldn't have a clue what hit him.

The next morning...

...Rex chucked his plans.



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