I wanted to give Galacticus (galacticus . comicgenesis . com) some backstories. So I did. X3

Warnings: Flakecest, which includes homosexuality and incest, of the Jake/Trey variety.

Disclaimer: Despite me co-owning the comic, characters and Scuzzmonkeys belong to my sister, and this isn't cannon. :)

1: Pillows

As soon as Trey was old enough to sleep in a real bed Mom and Dad went out to buy one. One day they woke up and decided, 'Trey, you're too old for a crib,' and everything changed. Trey held big brother's hand while the crib was taken a part, piece by piece, and taken out of big brother's room. There seemed to be a big whole in the brown carpet where the crib had been, so Trey was distantly happy that big brother would have that space for something else.

Then Mom and Dad took Trey into another room down the hall from big brother's, where a new bed was being set up. Big brother came there too, and Trey held his arms tight while the movers placed the wood in place and brought in the huge mattress, so both boys had to move out of the way and squish into the corner. Trey hid behind big brother a little, because the movers were old and scary-looking.

Somewhere in the process Mom and Dad had disappeared. When the movers disappeared, too, Trey and big brother were the only people in the room. That allowed Trey to come out of hiding. He giggled and ran for the bed, climbing up onto the mattress with big brother helping him from behind. Trey giggled and big brother laughed and they jumped on it for hours, until dinner time.

Mom and Dad went out somewhere nice and big brother made Trey noodles, which he ate with his hands out of a big plastic bowl on big brother's lap on the couch. They watched cartoons until Mom and Dad came back and sent them to bed.

Trey ran up to big brother's room, ran right through the space where his crib had been, and... stopped running. He looked around, confused. Oh, yeah. His crib wasn't there any more. Well... where was he supposed to sleep, then?

He looked around when big brother came into the room, his confusion written all over his tiny features. "You have your own room, now," big brother said, with a bit of a frown. Then he took Trey's hand and tried to tug him out of the room. Trey pouted and shook his head, locking his feet so he wouldn't move. He didn't want to move.

"No," he whined, stubbornly.

"Trey," big brother sighed, letting go of his little brother's hand, "You aren't sleeping in here anymore, okay?" He said it half heartedly and made a vague hand gesture at the door.

"No," Trey repeated sadly, with his face scrunching up and his head shaking back and forth, facing down. He stomped his foot and made little fists. He didn't understand. "Wanna sleep with big brother." Then he stomped his feet and lunged at big brother, holding him tight. Jake sighed.

That was five years ago, and now Trey really is more than old enough to sleep in his own bed. He knows this, and he thinks this, every once and a while when he passes the room that should be his, but he never goes in because it's just plain too empty.

Jake's room isn't so full – it's just got a bed, and a dresser, a television, some games, and a lamp. It's still got brown carpet and dark blue walls, and the bed sheets are white. But it's got Jake and that's more than Trey needs.

Tonight Trey's passing his room on his way to the closet at the end of the hall, to get Jake's Scuzzmonkey game. He fishes it out as quick as he can and scurries back, to find his brother sprawled out on his bed in a black hoodie, his cd player blasting metal. He's reading and looks up at Trey when the door opens. "Can we play now?" he asks, smiling.

Jake nods, "Sure," and multi-tasks putting the book on his shelf and turning off the cd player. Then he slips off the blankets and joins Trey on the floor. In a few seconds he's handed a controller.

"Mom and Dad said they're going away for a few days," Trey continues, and after pressing the 'on' switch down he leans forward and turns on the television, which gives an audible 'pop,' and lights up.

Instinctively Jake chooses 'Load Game,' fingers flying in familiar directions. Distractedly he asks, "Okay, are you still hungry?"

"Not really." Then he yawns. Jake just made them nachos, and now he's full. And a little tired. Reaching over to grab Jake's wrist, he ascertains from a navy blue watch that it's already nine. Oh. He didn't realize it was so late...

"Good," Jake says, suddenly pushing to his feet and standing up, just as the fifteenth level started. (They're working on a shared file.) "'Cause it's your bedtime anyway."

"What? Where are you going?" Trey presses the start button (which is game-code for 'pause') and calls out the open door, "Jake!"

Jake comes back fifty seconds later with a piece of chocolate wedged in his mouth, so his hands are free and he can immediately un-pause the game. As always, he's first player. His scuzzmonkey (which is really just a chibi that looks like it's on crack) starts off in the bottom-left corner of the screen – he's supposed to walk right. Trey isn't paying attention and his scuzzmonkey stays in the start space.

"Where'd you get chocolate?"

Jake mumbles something incoherently. The chocolate effectively muffles whatever then answer is.

"I want some!"

Jake rolls his eyes and presses 'start,' so he can break off a big chunk of what's sticking out of his mouth. Chewing loudly, he passes it over. "You shouldn't eat right before bed, though," he warns.

"You're eating," Trey protests, but he smiles as he takes it. He bites a smaller chunk off the half Jake bit, which is still moist. It feels sort of like an indirect kiss, and the thought makes him blush. Is that okay? Probably not... he eats the rest quickly and wants to take more.

"I'm older, I get to stay up later."

"What? No you don't."

"Yes I do." The game's started again by this point, and while they argue the screen's started moving right. It's difficult for Trey to look around at his brother because he's not very good, but Jake looks over when ever he feels like it and he still hasn't lost any lives. "Just two levels and then you have to go to bed, okay?"

"But-" Trey protests again, eyebrows up as he looks around, his scuzzmonkey dying a second earlier. Then he cuts himself off with a hand over his mouth, to stop the yawn. No, but, he isn't really that tired...

"No buts," Jake pronounces, with his head up and eyes closed, in a formal declaration. "My room, my rules." Then he blasts a scuzzmonkey-dust that's in his way, reaching the goal. That's one level down and Trey really doesn't want to go to bed yet.

So he pouts and pleads, scooting closer to Jake and giving him big puppy eyes.

"Not gunna work," Jake says, while starting level sixteen. He makes a forceful effort not to look sideways. Seeing this, Trey steadies himself with a hand on the floor between his brother's outstretched legs, leaning forward between him and the game. He bites his bottom lip and bats his eyes. Jake scrunches up his nose and tries to look around him.

This goes on for about five minutes, which is exactly how long it takes for Jake to beat the level, alone. He does so with a victorious smile and, "Ha!" hand punching in the air. Then he knocks Trey out of the way to turn off the game console and television. Trey tugs at his sleeve, still whining, "Jake, that isn't fair!"

"Oh, Stop being such a baby." And then Jake leans over and picks him right up, to Trey's utter shock and horror. He lifts the younger boy up, Trey kicking over his shoulder, clawing at the hoodie for balance.

"Ah! Jake, put me down!" Limbs flailing in every direction, he's dropped onto the mattress with a little bounce. Jake laughs at him once and Trey reacts with a poorly-aimed punch, pouting, "Meanie!"

"Goodnight." Jake insists, ignoring him. The older boy lifts up the covers, nodding at them. "Seriously, come on." Glaring cutely, Trey keeps his nose scrunched, but does move to crawl under the blankets.

"You're still mean," he insists, sticking out his tongue. The answer is an eye roll, followed by Jake's hoodie being pulled up over his head and tossed to the floor, while the light's turned off. Mom and Dad never remember to buy them pajamas, so it's become a habit to sleep in their clothes. When it's dark he drops the angry attitude, instead trying a dejected, "You really aren't going to sleep with me?"

There's a giant sigh and Trey hears the door clothes, along with footsteps. He feels the covers lift up next to him and wiggles over, so a bigger body can join him. "Did you brush your teeth?" Jake whispers, which is sort of like Jakespeak for 'I was just joking.'

Before he realizes it's too dark to see, Trey shakes his head. "No – I thought we were going to stay up later."

"Why would you think that? It's almost ten."

"But Mom and Dad are out."

Jake makes a scoffing noise. "Mom and Dad are always out – you still need your beauty sleep." And then a hand gropes around in the dark a little, until it finds the top of Trey's head. Sensing this, Trey moves into, and giggles when his black locks are ruffled. "After all, what kind of brother would I be if I let you stay up all night?"

Assuming this to be a rhetorical question, Trey mumbles guiltily, "But then you have to go to sleep because of me, too." He does know, deep down, that Jake is older and should have more freedom. He knows that his brother makes a lot of sacrifices for him, like cooking their meals when Mom and Dad are away and giving up half of his bed. It does make him feel guilty, because he really doesn't mean to inconvenience his brother so much – it just works out that way.

"That's okay," Jake assures him. "I don't mind."

Trey knows, deep down, that he really is old enough to sleep in his own bed, and play in his own room, and get his own chocolate. But... it just doesn't feel right that way. Still, he knows it isn't right... "You don't... you don't mind..." Trey mumbles quietly, blushing He doesn't know how to say this, but he knows that he has to, eventually. He's secretly glad it's so dark, because it hides his burning cheeks. "...Me sleeping with you... do you?"

There's a small pause, only broken by the shifting of blankets. Then Trey feels strong arms wrap around him: a hug. "Of course not," Jake whispers in his ear, holding him. "You belong here." It sounds so nice and kind the way Jake says it, in that sort of tone that only Trey ever gets to hear.

Giddy, he squeezes back and blushes even redder, grinning wide. Good, because he doesn't ever plan on moving. When Jake's arms slip back a moment later, Trey's forced to stifle another yawn. Okay, maybe he is just a little tired.

He snuggles up to big brother, and falls asleep first.

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