Sam brought more of his weight down on his struggling brother. For once he was thankful to be just that little bit larger than his brother.

He pressed back against Jim's hips, laying almost completely down on top of his brother. Sam couldn't remember the last time they had been this close. It was strange that it should happen in these circumstances. What stood out in his mind was that somewhere between being pulled out of the chair by his shirt and tackling Jim, he'd started to get hard.

And that was all his mind could grasp. The ache of his ribs and the quiet need sitting in his stomach. Without another thought, Sam closed the gap and captured Jim's mouth for a kiss.