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Lucerys Targaryen never lost bets.
He had bet on Aemond having a crush on Aegon, the fact that Nettles had been secretly banging both of his parents, and what Visenya's first word would be (It was "papa" of course. She always was a daddy's girl.)
So, when Jace came to him with a wager that outlandish...
"I bet," His older brother stood, putting his hands flat on the table like he was some sort of businessman closing a deal. "Mama and dad are gonna ask Netty to marry them in under a year."
Luke looked up at Jace and removed a juice box straw from his mouth. "What, dude? Netty like, just turned eighteen."
He managed to ask about the terms through his laughter, to which his brother responded, "If I win," He started, biting his lip. He stared through the wall in a trance. "You gotta put on a dress, of my choosing by the way," Jace lifted a finger, as Luke raised an eyebrow. "And let me fuck you in it."
Luke started laughing again, but Jace's expression lacked humor. "If I win?" He asked. Jace hadn't thought that far ahead.
This part didn't really matter anyway, he figured. Better to be safe than sorry, though. "I'll give you twenty-eight thousand." Luke's eyes widened.
This is too easy, both boys thought.
"Like, dollars?" Luke gasped. Jace bit his lip again to stifle a smile. He imagined this was how hunters felt when deer innocently wandered up to them. "Yeah, like, dollars." Luke put out his hand, dollar signs in his eyes. "Gladly, I'll take that one, there's actually no way."
Jace scoffed. "That's what you think."
They then shook on it.
And for a bit, three months to be exact, Luke walked around with the confidence befitting a prince. He would have to buy new shoes with his money, duh. And records, too, his collection would be so nice once this was over. He would sigh, lying in bed and wondering why his wise older brother would bet on a situation so nonsensical. He could not wait to laugh with Nettles about this while sipping on something expensive. Life was too good.
Jace, on the other hand, was waiting it out.
Did he feel a little bad about tricking his dumb baby brother? Yeah, sure, but he bet he'd feel a lot better once he had Luke in his bed, which he soon would.
You see, before he came to Luke, he stumbled upon a little something in his stepfather's halfway opened dresser. A shiny, silver little something, surely with a ring inside. He didn't check, by the time he recognized the box's size and luster he was already planning out the scenario in his head. Luke would take the bait, then, in however many months, Jace would get what he'd been craving ever since Cregan showed him that one DVD from his secret porn stash. He wouldn't even have to wait a year! "Jacaerys Targaryen, you are a genius." He would whisper to himself in the mirror every morning, not caring how conceited it was.
He got worried, just a smidge, at around the middle of month two. His mother and Daemon didn't seem to be behaving any differently around Nettles, signaling that maybe they weren't thinking of proposing after all.
But the angels heard his pleas eventually. Towards the end of month two, they *did start acting differently around Nettles.
It was the little things at first. Brushing Nettles' hair, putting her favorite show on, their gifts to her slowly increasing in frequency and price... Then came the big things. Like the pet names.
"Come closer, sugarplum," His mother would coo at her, pulling her in by the waist to a storm of kisses.
"She looks so darling in this, doesn't she, uncle? Our own precious little rose..." His mother would be all over the poor girl. She looked suffocated with both of them groping her like crazed sex demons, though her grin was proof that she was right where she wanted to be.
"Honeypie," He remembers his uncle whispering to her softly. "You're so sweet." Jace couldn't remember what she had done to elicit such a reaction. It seemed like everything she did these days made his parents insane.
Though his mother and stepfather's lovey dovey attitude toward Nettles made Jace shudder, this time it also made him feel relieved.
He had it in the bag, absolutely no doubt about it.
Luke had his doubts to voice, of course, he was a chronic shit-talker after all.
"You know," He started one day, stopping Jace in the kitchen. "I really don't think you've thought this one through, Jacey."
Jace just shook his head. That's what you think.
Luke put both of his hands on his brother's shoulders and sighed dreamily, thinking of all that money. "Thank you, oh favorite brother of mine." Jace had the slightest smile on his lips as he hummed. He was just thinking of how tiny Luke was in comparison to him. He would look sort of girlish at a certain angle if he wasn't wearing baggy clothes half the time. His hair was also getting longer, Jace could tell he'd been growing it out for a while. He nearly looked like the boy from the DVD, except younger and blonde.
"For being so fuckin' stupid." Luke giggled and flicked Jace's nose before running off.
Jace huffed. Luke was brattier, too.
He would get impatient occasionally, as per his Targaryen nature. At times, he literally thought of blabbing about what he knew to get things over with. On those rare occasions when it'd get the best of him and he was painfully hard and aching from anticipation, he'd lock himself in his room, go into his closet, and remind himself what he had to look forward to.
It was quite the piece. Breathtaking, if he did say so himself. A blue-green partially sheer babydoll set in iridescent fabric and an opaque seashell design on the cups. He ordered it discreetly on the same exact day he saw that box in Daemon's dresser. He would close his eyes, breathe in, breathe out, then smile to himself. Everything was going according to plan, and he absolutely could not fuck it up.
One day he was doing exactly this when he heard three loud bangs on his door.
"Jaaaace!" He relaxed at Netty's voice then sighed, hands still shaking from almost being caught in the act. That would've been rough to explain. "Yeah? What?"
He could practically hear her eyeroll through the door. "Bro, get ready, we're goin' on a road trip for my birthday. I already packed for you yesterday cause I'm like, the nicest person ever." She walked off once she heard Jace getting dressed behind the door.
She clambered into the van quickly, making sure to leave a seat beside Luke for Jace as always, just 'cause she was so nice. Little did she know, Luke was behind her losing his shit.
Daemon was a different story, having wed Rhaenyra when she was just out of high school, but he thought that if nothing else, his mother wouldn't want to marry Nettles so early. She was literally in her freshman year of college! She didn't even have a major yet!
He had lots of time to lament over his impending loss while Jace was in there doing gods know what. "He's takin' his sweet time. Wants to look extra good for my birthweek." Nettles announced, slurping her strawberry popsicle in a way Luke was sure she didn't intend to be annoying. She just couldn't help it.
When Jace finally got in and closed the door, Daemon wasted no time driving off.
Jace glanced over at Luke, his little brother's expression bringing joy to his face. Joy he deserved, after spending so much time trying to find a way to hide the dress at the bottom of his clothes bag.
"You kinda look constipated," Jace laughed. Luke's face was all scrunched up, it was sinking in finally. He was going to have to let his brother fuck him. And he was going to wear a dress for it.
Luke groaned. "Shut up, you're still not winning this, we go on trips all the time, like, literally shut your mouth." Jace put his hands up in mock defensiveness, looking out of the window for the rest of the ride. He couldn't gloat, not now. That was how you jinxed things.
On the first day? Nothing.
Second day? Nope, still nothing.
But on the third, which Netty liked to call the 'eve' of her birthday? Gold.
Daemon went out to fill the van's gas early in the morning, leaving Luke confused since they wouldn't be leaving for four more days. Him and Nettles were in the kitchen, making breakfast for each other like they always enjoyed to.
"Oh, he wants to do a picnic for my special day." Nettles yawned, wiggling her shoulders with a grin at the words special day as Luke shifted buttery eggs around on a pan. "Romantic, yeah?"
Luke nodded, his eyes wide in a thousand-yard stare. He had forgotten to wish her a happy birthday, but he was being as supportive as he could muster. The hope he had left on the way there dissolved, leaving a strange feeling behind... acceptance?
He ate nutella toast and a glass of his mother's homemade, all-season eggnog, though he was barely hungry. He was too focused on how he'd manage to look good in a dress. For how much of a freak Jace was, the dress was probably as revealing as a few scraps of fabric sewn together. He shook his head, shuddered with disgust.
Nettles, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying her meal, licking bits of toast from her lips every few bites. Luke wished he could be like her in that moment.
For some strange reason, on the short drive to this picnic destination Daemon picked out, Luke gained a bit of hope back. Something was in the air. Fog? Love? He couldn't be sure. He just knew that somewhere inside him, there lied a chance that maybe this was just a fluke. Maybe his parents wanted to propose to nettles in exactly ten months.
Just maybe.
This time, Jace couldn't hold back his gloating.
"You're gonna have to put on that dress, Luke, don't know what to tell ya."
"No, I'm not. You're a liar."
"Nah, you're- you're gonna have to do it."
"You're a fucking liar, that's what you are, I'm not putting on a dress for your little sick fantasy. I'm not having sex with you, either. You said we were gonna stick to kissing before."
"You're the one who agreed to the bet. It's your fault if you lose, Luke. It is your fault if you lose."
"But I'm not going to lose. So... Shut up."
Rhaenyra and Daemon tuned them out, humming together to some nineties song on the radio while Nettles danced in her seat behind them. Jace wondered how the throuple handled their age differences, ultimately it was none of his business. Besides, he was going to have some very interesting business soon.
Their parents really pulled out all the stops for what Luke hoped wouldn't be a proposal, both brothers had to hand it to them. There were flowers, a huge purple blanket on the grass, and the location had a perfect view of mountains through the trees. Luke was at war in his mind.
Rhaenyra packed nice food, Luke was glad that the caramel croissants might soften the blow of his first loss to something so humiliating, but his stomach still dropped when, in the middle of the picnic, his parents stood to give a speech about their love for their girlfriend.
"Netty," Rhaenyra fidgeted with her rings, Daemon held her hand supportively. "From the time that we met you, we knew you'd completely change our lives." Daemon nodded. His wife's statement was true in so many ways.
"You are the loveliest, most talented, and truly, truly caring woman I know. Every day, we are..." She sniffled, eyes dewy already. "We are so glad you chose us. Because we would choose you too every time, no matter what." She looked up at Daemon and he wiped away the few tears that had fallen to her cheeks. Luke never saw his father cry, but he was sure that in this moment, he was close to it.
"We love you Nettles, and we'll keep loving you until the end of our days." He breathed in, taking a few steps closer to her. "Netty, my love..."
Jace made direct eye contact with Luke when it happened, when Rhaenyra and Daemon both paused, then he got down on a knee to present the ring. Inevitable, it was. Luke just wished he knew that months ago.
Nettles squealed happily, jumping around as her ring glistened in the sunlight. "I love you! I love you, Rhaenyra, and I love you, Daemon!" Nettles stood on her toes to give both of them big kisses. "We love you too. Happy birthday."
Luke threw himself back onto a corner of the blanket and accepted defeat. "Fuck! Fine, Jace, you win, I have to do it now, happy?" He whisper-yelled, already fearing for his poor legs. He would be in so much pain in the morning.
Jace squished Luke's cheeks so his brother's pretty pink lips poked out, and kissed his forehead. "Very."
Luke admired his parents' courtesy. Leaving Jace and Luke in the cabin and driving off somewhere to fuck as loudly as they wanted was the considerate thing to do.
"Jace, take care of your brother, okay?" Rhaenyra shouted as Daemon started the car.
"I will!" Jace smiled, and it was anything but wholesome. Turning to face Luke in the doorway, he gave him a knowing look. "What?" Luke answered, his arms crossed. Jace closed the door and leaned against it, tossing a small bag to his brother. "Now, I'm just gonna remind you, you agreed to the terms of this. Like, enthusiastically."
Luke nodded pathetically. "I did, yeah."
To Luke's surprise, the dress actually... wasn't that bad? Maybe Jace wasn't as kinky as he thought. It was short, sure, but it nearly covered his ass, at least, and he'd take that win.
He looked at himself in the mirror, focused on his long hair and pouty lips. Did he look like a girl? He sure was submissive like one, constantly trying to please people and this was only another example of that. Was this how he should always look?
Jacaerys was older, bigger, and stronger than him, even on his worst day. Was this just the natural order of things, and was he doomed to accept it? He shook his head, fluffing his hair in the process. No, of course not. You don't want this, it's only for the bet. But that was exactly what he had said the first time he and Jacaerys pressed their lips together. It doesn't count, you're not weird, it's a part of the dare.
He gulped.
It was silly, but Luke genuinely had a bit of fear about what Jace'd do to him. What he could do, more like.
Jace waited for Luke to get finished changing. He was taking a little while in there, leaving Jace alone with his shower thoughts. So while Jace was lying in bed watching the ceiling fan's blades spin, wondering how the hell magnets work, Luke was busy fingering himself in front of the fortunately-placed full length mirror next to the sink. It wasn't going so well. Turns out, all he could fit in was a fingertip. He was also out of breath, calves on fire from laying against the wall for so long.
Okay, this isn't the way of things, Luke thought. It can't be.
Luke eventually stepped out, arms placed awkwardly at his sides. Jace made a beckoning motion, making Luke mutter something under his breath. "What was that?" Jace asked. Luke climbed up onto the bed, his body unmoving once he settled in his spot. "Nothing."
It took all of his strength to say this - and a lot of lost dignity too - but Luke found it in him to mumble, "I need help with, um." Jace caught on, a small "Oh." escaping his lips. "C'mere, then." And he motioned for Luke to scoot close.
Jacaerys was regrettably a half-virgin, meaning the only sexual experience he'd had was getting a blowjob from a very adventurous girl in the stairwell back in senior year. Assuming that Cregan's drunk handjobs didn't count, of course.
Preparation was never shown in porn, at least not the porn Jace watched, twitter clips all under a minute that got straight to the point. Same went for Cregan's stash, which they were kinda at the point of sharing by now. But that just saved more time for all the good parts.
It was efficient.
But now he had his baby brother in front of him, asking so sweetly for help, and he didn't know the first thing about it. He slathered some vaseline on his fingers, looked down at Luke, then paused.
"We're gonna use that?" Luke frowned, and Jace shook his head yes. It was all they had around, and it was better than nothing. Jace spit and mixed it in with the vaseline in hopes that the wetness might ease the pain.
Jace pushed in a finger first, his free hand pushing one of Luke's thighs up so his legs stayed open. He sat in between them, mesmerized at how easily the first finger entered. Luke groaned quietly. "Jace?"
"Hm?" Jace replied, watching Luke's hole clench then relax around his finger.
"Feels weird." Luke tried to look down and see but he could barely move because Jace was gripping him so tightly.
"Uh-huh, I know." He fingered Luke for a few more minutes, managing to go past his knuckle without any issue.
"You're so good at this," Jace remarked. His index was now able to slide in smoothly.
"Thanks... I guess." Luke's cheeks were burning up, bright red to match the embarrassment he was trying so hard to conceal.
He took his first finger out then spit on them again before lowering both inside Luke. He pumped them in and out repeatedly until he felt like he was ready, going off nothing but vibes. "All done, Luce." Jace sat up on his knees and wiped the leftover vaseline into Luke's hole. Luke flinched at the feeling but tried to play it off as him stretching.
"Okay... now what?" Both of them were sitting up now and facing each other.
"Ehh..." Jace thought it over. Foreplay was important, right? He could do that.
He leaned forward and kissed Luke suddenly, running his hands down Luke's body. His pale skin was comfortingly cold. "Mmm!" Luke pulled away, scooting further back to the pillows. "What're you doing?"
Jace gave his little brother a confused glare. "Getting us in the mood, you know." Luke then looked at Jace like he was crazy, which made Jace realize that Luke wasn't hard yet. They had kissed before. Luke liked this, Luke wanted this. He just needed a bit of help getting there.
His hand completely covered Luke's cock, which, if anyone else did it, would make Luke self-conscious. Since it was Jace, he leaned in to the touch instead, becoming increasingly more comfortable.
There were a number of fantasies Jace had about this situation. Number one would be Luke on his back so that Jace could tower over him, he quite liked that option.
Two involved Luke on his tummy, a close second in Jace's mental tier list of sex positions. Of course, he could also just have Luke sit on his lap and do things that way.
The idea of Luke underneath him was the most appetizing. He reached over, sliding the panties down Luke's legs and pushing his pants down. "Put your hands on my shoulders."
He looked up at his little brother, feeling a pang of guilt. He didn't deserve this. "Hey, I won't hurt you, okay?"
Luke whimpered, squirming.
"Don't cry, you baby, I said I'll be gentle." He placed his hands on Luke's hips and Luke clung to Jace.
"I'm scared..." Jace's eyes softened further. Of course he was his little brother's first. "Just... hold on to me." He sighed. Luke did exactly that. He hissed when Jace put it in, even though it was just the tip.
"Uh, J- Jace..." He winced, squinting. Jace kept going but paid close attention to his little brother's reactions. "Oww... Ah, that hurts... really badly." Jace nuzzled him, not sure if it'd help. "Shh... It's gonna be okay, it won't hurt in a minute." Luke's breaths grew louder. His brother's cock was ginormous.
Jace huffed. Luke was so tight. "You take it so well, Luce... You're so good." He mumbled offhandedly, pleasantly surprised at how Luke's cock jumped at that.
"Jace!"
"Yeah? You like being good for me?" Jace grinned, looking down at his baby brother. His pain was all gone now, Jace could tell from his flushed cheeks and how frequent he was blinking away happy tears.
"Yeah, I- Ah! I do!" Jace gave a harder, experimental thrust at this. "Please, please don't tell anybody about this..."
Jace tilted his head, brushing back a few strands of Luke's hair. "Who the fuck would I tell?" He chuckled. He leaned down so that Luke's cock brushed against his tummy. "Cregan would so get off to this if he knew." Jace huffed. "But he won't know, don't worry. This one's mine."
"Jace, fuck," Luke tried to turn his head away, but Jace brought it right back with a, "Don't run from me, Luce."
Jace kept close to Luke, hooking one of the boy's legs over his hip. "Fuck, Luke, you're so... you're such a pretty boy. Pretty girl, I mean, my good girl." Luke's cock jumped again.
"I'm not a..." Luke started, his eyes rolling back as Jace hit that one spot inside him. "Fuck, not a... not a girl."
"No, no, no..." Jace reached his hand down, his thumb rubbing the sensitive, pink, leaky tip of his younger brother's cock. It twitched with each thrust, each subtle movement Jace made inside him as if his body was intrinsically linked to his elder brother's. "You are a girl. Pretty little thing for your big brother, with a pretty pussy to match, right?"
Luke didn't answer, his quickened breaths at the same speed as Jace pounding into him.
"You know it," Jace smiled, pressing so close to Luke that their noses pressed together. "That's why you aren't fighting it."
Jace was getting close now, nearly as breathless as Luke. "My good girl, only mine, not gonna let anyone else have you, are ya?"
Luke whined, mumbling back something incoherent. He was sore just like he thought he'd be, but he wouldn't trade the feeling of Jace fucking him for the world. Oh, this was absolutely the way of things.
"Yeah," Jace sighed, his hand wrapping around Luke's cock. "Thought so."
Luke shivered, feeling a tingle run up and down his spine. "Jace! J- Jace!" He whimpered over and over, the only word he could remember at the moment being his brother's name.
"Oh, yeah," Jace tangled one hand in Luke's curls while his other stayed busy stroking his cock, or rather, his pretty cunt. "Cum for me, do it, I wanna see..."
Luke gasped, grasping at the sheets to try and stay on the edge, to not fall into how good Jace was making him feel. "Oh, um, I... are you gonna cum inside?" His words were slurred, yet Jace understood. He nodded.
Luke's eyelashes fluttered and he leaned in, his head in the crook of Jace's neck. "Um, t- talk to me... tell me something." He begged.
"Fuck... you know how pretty you are, but you wanna hear it from me?" Jace exhaled. "You're so fucking wet, you wanted this, agreed to the bet on purpose just so I'd fuck you."
Luke nodded, leaning further into Jace's touch. He rubbed in the precum on Luke's cock as he jerked him off faster. "W- wanted it..."
"Fuck..." Jace breathed in deep. "You gonna be my girlfriend after this?"
Luke's eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling Jace's hand squeeze the base of his cock as he came. Jace came right after him, relaxing into his little brother's tightness and releasing deep into him.
Luke held Jace close after it was all over, not letting him move an inch.
"So..." He started, still balls deep in Luke. Luke glared up at him, his eyes glazed over and the rest of his face just as blissful.
"Are you really gonna be my, er, girlfriend...?"
Luke blushed, his eyes rapidly blinking side to side. "Maybe."