Guys, I know, ok. My first finished TBD fic and it's not brothercest. I don't know what's wrong with me. 983 words of I don't even know what. Kinda porn, but...not very porny porn, if that makes sense.

title: The Things We Do
fandom: The Black Donnellys
pairing: Nicky Cottero/Kevin Donnelly
rating: Between R and NC-17, I think? I don't know.
warnings: Uh, there is a spoiler for an upcoming episode/general show point, but I don't think it's major and you probably won't even be able to pick it out from the fiction unless you know it already, in which case, it's not really spoiling you, right?
notes: Totally un-beta'd because I'm less than patient. But I'm not posting it to any communities until after you guys read it, so let me know if there are any glaring typos/canon issues/general suckassery. All my love goes to dementedlove for letting me ramble to her through e-mail until this came out.



So Kevin has the worst luck in the world right? I mean, this kid could be in the right place at the right time every time and he'd still get the short end of the stick. It's just the way it is.

Except Kevin doesn't know he's got this shit luck, he thinks he's one lucky motherfucker, he doesn't really keep track of wins or losses so when people ask him how often he wins, he just shrugs and honestly says he doesn't remember. He's good at remembering what he wants to and nothing else.

Course, the problem is, everyone else knows what kind of luck the kid has, and nobody'll take his bets on credit anymore, and he owes everyone too much to bum a few bucks here and there, let alone a few grand to put down on the horses or the game or the dice.

Tommy's off trying to get shit figured out at school, trying to get his tuition out of the cheap bastards at the office, and Jimmy's at his skanky girlfriend's house, probably shooting up - and doesn't that just get Kevin's knickers in a twist, that he got his brother out of jail just so he could go bang his girlfriend in between shooting up - and Seanie's still in the hospital.

So it's Kevin all by his lonesome at the Firecracker, tossing back a beer and suddenly Joey Ice Cream's there, and that guy is creepy as all fuck, he is. Always showing up like he just appeared out of thin air. Gotta get a bell for that guy.

And without Jimmy around to keep the place open, there's not even five bucks in the cash register Kevin can borrow, so he finishes off his beer and thinks maybe it'd be a good idea to go to the Italians.

Tommy said the Italians don't know it was them that killed Sal or Louie, and it's Dokey really, one of their own, that's getting pretty fucking scary, so Kevin thinks maybe now that Louie's gone, his debt'll be lost and he can get a few hundred out of them.

It's Nicky Cottero he's gotta deal with, and isn't that just fucking great, he's gotta ask for a loan from this asshole who swaggers around now that Sal is outta the way and doesn't even have the grace to be grateful out loud that the Donnellys put him where he's at.

No, this asshole looks at him like he's the kind of scum that isn't worth remembering, like there's nothing gonna sway him 'cept maybe a gun barrel in his face, and Kevin's ready to turn around and walk out, and then Nicky says, well kid, you ever suck dick before?

And Kevin's not surprised, come on. That much swagger and leather, the guy's gotta be hiding something, and why not this? Kevin shrugs, goes yeah, once or twice, because it's true, but it was when he was a lot younger and it definitely wasn't some Italian asshole, and it wasn't for cash. Course, the reasons he did it back then weren't much better, but this is basically prostitution, right? He realizes that.

But there's this horse, man, this horse at the track that he knows is gonna win, and if he can just get a few hundred bucks, if he can just get that cash in his hands, he'll have it doubled by the end of the day, and then he can double that in a day or two, and by the end of the week he'd be able to give Tommy the cash he's flipping his shit about getting, this cash he's dropping out of school to get, maybe have enough to get Jimmy into a nice rehab place, one of those places that don't let 'em out til they're clean, maybe even have some left over to get Seanie put in a private hospital. His Ma would like that, he thinks as he's dropping to his knees, as Nicky's giving the up nod at his guys to leave, as Nicky's unzipping his pants and pulling out a dick that looks like it's been ready since yesterday.

His Ma would be real happy if Kevin showed up with ten grand in hand, said here, here's the answer to all this shit that's been raining down on us lately. And he'd suffer a boxed ear for cussing in front of his mother, but it'd be worth it, because this is some shit. This right here, on his knees with his lips around Nicky Cottero's cock, this is definitely some shit.

Nicky grabs onto his curls, tugs like he wants 'em for himself, and Kevin sucks harder, gets sloppy, opens the side of his mouth to suck in a breath. It's been a while, Kevin thinks, wants to say it, like, man, give me a break, but his mouth is full and that's one lesson his Ma taught him well.

It pushes against the back of his throat, makes him gag a little, and he hears Nicky's low, throaty laugh, and Kevin knows deep down that this asshole is getting off by having his dick sucked by a Donnelly, it could be any other guy and he wouldn't enjoy it half as much. It's a Donnelly on his knees for him, maybe not the best Donnelly, maybe not the smartest Donnelly or the strongest Donnelly, but it's a Donnelly. And that'll do.

But this is for money, this is for family, and he can deal with it if it means getting that cash in hand.

But when Nicky snaps his hips up at Kevin's face, grabs his head with both hands and just starts shoving himself down Kevin's throat, Kevin redistributes the money a little in his head.

He's gonna buy himself a goddamned new jacket, and fuck Tommy if he thinks he's ever burning this one.