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Bruce sighed as he sat at Branch’s kitchen table. He’d finally gotten the time to come visit his brothers, and what he came to was utter chaos. Of course it was. When was it not chaotic in their family? He rubbed his hand over his face, slotting his index finger and thumb against his eyebrows and rubbing them, mildly frustrated.“So Clay got sick?”“Yup” Branch answered with a pop of his lips, sipping on his mug of coffee. Bruce brushed his bangs out of his face, they were almost long enough to tuck behind his ears. Subconsciously, he twirled one around his finger.“And you put him in a pull up because he was too sick to get up without puking all over the place”“Mhm”Bruce huffed. He was trying to make sure everything Branch told him had computed correctly.“And no one changed him. Which caused the UTI, and he’s *still* sick, but not as sick.”“Pretty much” Branch shrugged. Bruce immediately glared at him for his nonchalance.“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve tried to date. You can’t just put him in a pull up and not change him and think it’s gonna go fine. What were you thinking?” He scolded, and Branch’s ears tilted back. The youngest nearly whined.“Sorry.. JD promised he’d come back and help after we got him into it. I can’t change him all by myself, not without it being weird cause of how heavy he was. Changing trollings is *different*, they’re *small*. Clay’s the tallest of us all!”“And where was JD?”Branch put his mug down and threw his hands up in the air “i have no idea! He just disappeared, bailed on me! And you know Floyd, he does nothing but party now that he can walk again. Making up for lost time, or whatever. So *he’s* no help. All I had was JD and he just ran off like he always does when he has responsibilities.” He scoffed, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.Bruce let out a long sigh, shaking his head almost as if he was disappointed. “This is ridiculous. Has it gotten any better, at least?”“I don’t know.. Clay refuses to tell me about it. He’s probably embarrassed.” Branch shrugged, fidgeting with a piece of lint that was clinging to his shorts. He couldn’t meet Bruce’s eyes. Bruce had that look on his face, that disappointed dad look, he couldn’t look at him when he was making that face.”he won’t tell you anything at all?”“No sir”Bruce squinted at Branch when he spoke so politely to him. It was weird for Branch to do that, there was no need for all that, they were brothers. Just as he opened his mouth to say that, his ears twitched and perked as a whiny little voice down the hall called his name.“Bruceeee?”He turned to look over his shoulder, unsure if he heard that right or not. Was Clay calling for him? He was sure Branch told him he was coming, but he didn’t anticipate being called for, especially if Clay was sick. He strained his ears, and then he heard it. Hiccupy little sobs. He stood up from the table so abruptly that he knocked the chair over. He glanced at it, barely having the sense to reach for it and put it back into place. “I’ll be back” he mumbled at Branch.He moved quickly down the hallway. Weaving past twists and curves and juts in the walls that were designed to confuse anyone in Branch’s home. Following the sniffly little whimpers, he quickly found himself at Clay’s bedroom. Gently, he knocked at the halfway shut door, placing his other hand on the doorknob.”Clay? you called?” He called out from the other side of the door, not wanting to intrude without permission. He could hear the middle child whimper.“Bruce.. Can you c’mere?” His voice was hiccupy and meek, and it made Bruce’s heart pound with worry. He hadn’t sounded so pitiful since he was just a kid and JD was putting too much pressure on them to perform.He pushed the door open, stepping into the room. Instinctively, he shut it behind him, for privacy. His eyes scanned the room, and quickly found his brother. Curled up in bed, nestled under a blanket. Only his head stuck out, cheeks flushed and damp with tears, ears tilted low and hair messier than ever.“Hey, Baby,” Bruce didn’t mean to talk to him like that, it just came out. Clay just looked so pitiful, like one of his kids, he couldn’t help it “what’s wrong?”Clay whimpered, sniffling shakily. “Hurts” he whispered, voice cracking. Bruce frowned, stepping over to the bed. He slowly eased himself to sit beside Clay on the bed, near his head, so he could reach his face. He brushed his knuckles against his damp cheek, before sliding his fingers over behind his ear and through his hair.”Yeah, I know it hurts. How long has it been hurting? Have you been taking your antibiotics that Branch got for you?” He asked, voice soft and sweet, worried. He frowned deeper when Clay avoided eye contact, shaking his head. “Why not?”“They taste bad.”“You still have to take them. Here, I want you to take one now, I’ll go get you a glass of water so you can-““NO!”Bruce jumped at the sudden volume, looking at Clay in surprise. He blinked a few times, and cocked his head to the side slightly. Clay blushed in embarrassment, shrinking into his shoulders like a turtle.”sorry, just.. no more water. I.. I already have to pee. I don’t.. want anymore water. It hurts. Don’t wanna go” he whimpered, and Bruce’s gaze softened.“Oh, Honey.. you can’t hold it in forever. I know it hurts, but you’re gonna have to go eventually. The longer you hold it, the worse it’s gonna be”Clay hiccuped, suddenly bursting into tears all over again. Bruce jumped, frowning worriedly. Before he could ask why Clay was crying, the younger spoke “I don’t wanna go. Hurts. Hurts so bad, I can’t do it, I can’t, it hurts too much!” He whined, burying his face into his pillow as he shivered. The poor thing was burning up due to the lingering sickness that was clinging to his system, likely due to the UTI.Bruce couldn’t help but pity him. He stroked his fingers through his hair slowly, feeling how the strands of hair curled around his fingers each time, like it was trying to cling to him for comfort. “I know.” He murmured, because there wasn’t much he could say to comfort him. He couldn’t lie to him and say it wouldn’t hurt. And he couldn’t comfort him that it would get better, because it would probably get worse before it got better. Though with how Clay was acting, maybe it was already at the worse before better. “But you’ve got to go”Clay whined, nearly squirming where he laid in bed. Bruce almost thought he’d start arguing with him, saying he didn’t want to go, but instead he said something entirely different.“Will you go with me?”“What?”“Will you stay in there with me as I go?” Clay’s bottom lip was poked out and trembling as he peaked up at Bruce with hope. Any initial discomfort Bruce felt at the thought melted away at how pitiful Clay looked, like he truly, desperately needed him to be there. So he sighed, and he smiled, soft and sweet.“I suppose I could. C’mon, let’s get up” he murmured, tugging at Clay’s blanket. The middle child whimpered, but didn’t complain, slowly pushing himself to sit up and pushing his blanket off of him. He was dressed only in his boxers, which was fine. It was a sight Bruce was familiar with due to their childhood, though it was starkly different now that they were both older, different.Bruce’s large hands gently grabbed Clay’s waist and wrist, wrapping the arm around his neck as he helped him out of bed and onto his feet. He let the taller, lanky troll lean against him as he walked him away from the bed.Clay stumbled over his feet, his empty hand clutching over the front of his boxers, looking utterly miserable from how long he’d been holding it in. Bruce pulled open the bedroom door, and led him down the hallway to the bathroom just a few doors down. He pushed the cracked door open with his hip, using his hair to flip the lever up so the light flickered on in the bathroom. He let go of Clay slowly, and shut the door behind him.“Okay, you go ahead and pee, I’ll be right here” he murmured, facing the opposite direction to be polite, for the younger troll’s sake. He didn’t want to disrespect his privacy. Standing in the bathroom while he peed was fine, he did it all the time when his kids were younger and being potty trained. However, it was weird to watch his fully grown little brother pee. So he wasn’t going to watch.Well, that was his plan at least. But as the rustling of minimal clothing was heard, a sudden sob met his ears again. He had to turn around.“What’s wrong?” He couldn’t help but ask, looking at the younger’s face to try and search for the problem. Clay sobbed like he was a little kid again, like he tripped and fell, scraping his knees bad. Or like he was freaking out over Bergens eating them when he was a teenager. It was pathetic, and it made Bruce’s heart clench.“I can’t do it” he sobbed out, shoulder shuddering and rocking with the force of his sobs “I can’t do it, it’s gonna hurt, I can’t, Bruce I can’t do it-“ he was practically babbling at this point. Bruce quickly rushed closer, not thinking, only wanting to help.his large hand settled on Clay’s waist before he thought about it “No, no Baby, you can do it, you just gotta try, you can do it” he tried to assure him, standing behind him without thinking about it. Shorter than Clay, his eyes barely peaked over the taller brother’s shoulder due to the height difference, unable to really look down without seeing anything but the skin of his shoulder. But that’s okay, that was better, he didn’t have to see that way. It was rude to watch, wasn’t it?“No, I can’t, I can’t do it.” Clay insisted, voice whiny and meek. Bruce kissed the back of his shoulder subconsciously.“Yes you can” he murmured, his free hand finding Clay’s elbow and sliding down it till he found his hand. He rested his hand over Clay’s, even if it was holding his dick, for comfort. “I’ll help you. See? You’ve got this. You just gotta go. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere” he soothed, squeezing Clay’s hand just the slightest bit. Clay whimpered, tears still rolling down his cheeks.“Okay” he finally sniffled out, his entire body shuddering in Bruce’s hold. and he finally let go. Another sob broke past his lips when he did, and his head tipped back to rest against Bruce’s big hair as he urinated. It hurt, it burned, and he sobbed, an utter mess. Bruce hummed slowly to muffle the sounds of the liquid landing in the toilet, rubbing his thumb against Clay’s back from where he held his waist.“You’re doing great, so good, keep going” he muttered, the praise slipping out before he could stop it. It was in his nature. He was a dad, and his kids were praise forward, they did good things when they were praised and rewarded. So, when Clay was acting like this, Bruce was going to treat him like his kids.When the sound of liquid splashing in the bowl stopped, he subconsciously pumped his and Clay’s hand a few times, like he was trying to work the last few drops out. “There we go, you did so good, so so good, good boy” he muttered without thought, peeking up at the younger troll who shuddered in his hold.“Bruceeee” he whined out, sniffling. Bruce’s fingers twitched as he suddenly became aware of the fact that the dick was strangely stiff under their hands. His cheeks flushed brightly as he quickly realized his assistance of his little brother had caused a definitely undesired reaction.he couldn’t stop the little “oh!” Of surprise from leaving his mouth when he realized. Bad choice, really. Because immediately, Clay began to whimper, sniffling again like he’d burst into tears all over again.he croaked out a pitiful little “I-I’m sorry” before Bruce shushed him, rubbing his waist slowly.“Don’t apologize. You’re okay, you didn’t do anything wrong. This is natural and you know it. I don’t mind”“B-But it’s gross, isn’t it? So gross..”“Not when it comes to you”Clay’s face, which was already flushed from crying, burned even brighter. Whether shame, embarrassment, or flattery, it was hard to tell. He whimpered, tilting his head to the side slightly to peer down at Bruce from over his shoulder. “..can you help me?” He asked, pitifully. Bruce sighed.He was a married man. Not only a married man, but Clay’s brother. But he was simply too soft hearted to tell him no when he looked that pitiful. Like a pleading little puppy dog, with wet cheeks and a snotty nose, flushed face and puffy eyes, all droopy eared and sad. He couldn’t say no when he looked like that.“Yeah Baby, I’ll help you” he murmured, shifting to step back a bit “Do you wanna go back to your room first?” He asked, releasing Clay’s hand and waist softly. When Clay shook his head no, he sighed again. He reached around him, flushing the toilet and putting the lid of it down. “Alright, we’ll fix it here. C’mon, why don’t you sit for me?” He soothed, fingers tapping the toilet lid.Clay whimpered, but he did as he was asked. He turned around and slowly sat down on the toilet lid, trying not to act as embarrassed as he felt. Especially when Bruce eased onto his knees in front of him with a grunt.he watched as Bruce shuffled closer to him, hands clenched into nervous fists near his chest as his erection was neared. He was so ashamed of himself, but he couldn’t help how he felt right now. Sick, miserable, of course the slightest hint of pleasure had gone straight through him and caused a reaction. It was uncontrollable.Bruce rested one hand on Clay’s knee, glancing around the bathroom for anything pleasant to use as lube. When nothing caught his eye, he sought for the old fashion way. He spit into the palm of his right hand, and reached forwards, carefully enclosing his hand around the thin tendril dick. He glanced up at Clay’s face, the way his brows furrowed and lips twitched as he whimpered. He offered a soft smile to him as he started to pump his hand slowly.”You’re okay Baby. I’m here, you’re gonna be just fine” he murmured, rubbing the thumb of his other hand against Clay’s knee. He looked back at the dick he was currently rubbing. He momentarily contemplated on whether he should give Clay oral or not. However, considering he not only just used the bathroom, but also he was in such pain because of going to the bathroom, it was probably best not to. He didn’t know if that would make it worse or not.He squeezed his hand slightly, twisting his wrist slightly every time his hand pumped. It wasn’t long till Clay began to pant, little moans and whimpers leaving him. He brought one of his clenched hands to his mouth, and bit into one of his knuckles, likely as an attempt to muffle himself. Bruce found it oddly cute.Bruce hummed absentmindedly as he jerked his younger brother off. He hadn’t jerked another person off since he was experimenting when younger, before he met Brandy but after the band broke apart. How funny it was. The next time he touched a guy was after he married a woman, and not only that, but the guy was his younger brother.he would’ve chuckled at the thought, if the timing wasn’t so inconvenient. He’ll contemplate it more later. He was surprised he wasn’t more embarrassed about this entire situation, but it felt oddly natural in a way that he couldn’t really explain.He tried to clear his head of those thoughts and focus on the literal task at hand. He tilted his head a bit to spit on Clay’s dick again, not wanting the spit to dry and to give dry friction to the pitiful mess he was helping. He sped his hand up afterwards, looking up at Clay through his thick eyelashes, watching how he panted and whined, barely containing himself from writhing at the pleasure.”Bruceeee” he muffled past his knuckle, making Bruce shush him softly.“Shhh, it’s okay Baby. Quiet, don’t want B to hear us do you?” He murmured, squeezing his hand as he slicked it over the tendril, and Clay’s hips jumped against said hand. He whined again, but he stopped speaking, because he didn’t want to be heard. That would make him more embarrassed than he already was.He was sensitive, due to being sick, due to having not touched himself in ages because he was always too stressed and too busy, due to the beautiful man who was touching him. So, it didn’t take him long at all to hit his peak. It hit him so suddenly, a sharp gasp leaving him as his head threw back, hips jumping and jerking against Bruce’s hand as he came, glittery lime green jizz spurting out of his dick and onto Bruce’s face.it made Bruce instinctively wince, eyes squeezing shut tight, but he otherwise took it like a champ. He waited for Clay to finish cumming before finally letting go of his dick. He blinked his eyes open, watching as it disappeared back into it’s sheath.he let out a long sigh, moving to stand with a grunt. He walked over to the sink to wash his face off, contemplating what had just happened. He worked quickly so he could get Clay back into bed as quickly as possible, drying off his face and hands on the hand towel in the bathroom. He looked back at Clay as he approached him, taking in his spent form, the way his breath was slowly evening back out and eyelashes fluttering as he came down from his high.he sighed to himself, helping Clay adjust his boxers back into place. Without a word, he scooped Clay up bridal style, merely humming when the younger yelped. He had to use his hair to open the bathroom door, but that was fine, and turn the light off too. He trekked back to where they came, entering Clay’s room with ease since they’d left the door wide open. He eased Clay back into bed, pulling the blanket over him.he smoothed Clay’s messy hair out of his face, kissing his forehead softly. “Alright, I’m gonna go get you some water now, and you’re going to take your antibiotics.” He said. When Clay whined, he quirked an eyebrow at him, squinting in that way fathers do when being stern. “Okay?” He pressed, a little more firm voiced this time.”okayyy..” Clay answered, sighing shakily as he curled up under the blankets. Bruce nodded his approval.“Good. I’ll be back in a bit” he murmured, standing up straight and slipping out of the room to go get the water for him.he may not be here for long, but he’d be here long enough to make sure his sweet little brother would be all better again. Even if it meant doing this for him daily. He’d do anything for his precious Clay.