All folks in this story are mine.
Cast
Spencer-11-year old himalayan patterned rabbit boy with a delicate built .He's got the same loppy ears (though less long) as his brother, pink eyes, and a soft voice. Generally he's very shy and akward,and has been acting rather cranky and standoffish as of late. 
Roy-a 16-year old dutch patterned rabbit with hugely long lop ears filled with all sorts of DIY 'art'.  He's got bright red dreadlocks and a taste for punk fashion. He's also the lead singer of an so far unknown horrorpunk band called 'maggot farm'
Terry-10-The youngest of the three brothers. He acts much younger than he is to the annoyance of Spencer and the Concern of Roy.

Roy laid in bed and stared up at his ceiling from which an androgenous rockstar stared back at him. He sighed and rolled over. He'd beeen laying in bed for hours now, feeling stupid and guilty. Guilty about the first fight, that had broken his face up enough to make his littlest brother cry when he came in. Stupid about his snappy comment that had apparently hurt that squirrel kid's feeling enough to make him take off, an stupid for making Spencer angry. He'd been having a hard enough time keeping close to Spencer lately without pissing him off on top of it.
He just wanted to dissapear. He couldn't though. He had waaay too much work to do. He looked out through the crack in the curtain that seperated his bed and few boxees of clothing from the rest of the room which his two younger brothers shared. They'd both been asleep for hours snoring quietly and dreaming, he hoped of somthing pleasent. He really wanted to take them both out again and just do somthing fun, but..with his new bus-ban, temporary as it was, he wasn't going to have time for that or money if he didn't find another way to get to work. How could he have fucked it all up so bad in one day.
His face thobbed and he sighed, as was his habit. He pulled the cover up more. It smelled like baby-shampoo and strawberries and was still, slightly damp, meaning that Terry had been curled up over here after his bath, likely hiding under his covers, as he hated all of Roy's 'scary' posters, but loved to be in his bed. Even Roy had to admitt, that wasn't quite normal for a boy his age. Spencer had stopped wanting to crawl into his bed at five or six, and was no longer so afraid of the dark, and he loved thunderstorms, but Terry, who was barely a year younger then him, still clung to Roy and showed no sign of stopping. It worried him.
Roy lifted as much as he could one of his over-long lop ears and listened, he could hear Spencer stirring. Maybe he wasn't asleep after all. He wondered for a moment if he should get up, or make it known that he wasn't asleep, as if he was still up at this hour, likely he was 'up' one might say to somthing. Sharing such a close space with his brothers for all these years had tuned to him to their habits and to the things they did when each thought the other was asleep. He was sure Spencer at least had caught him in 'delicate' situations before, and as he'd never been rude enough to mention it, he in turn would be as polite. Of course that didn't mean that he really wanted to be present for it either, and he bit his lip and tried to devise and escape plan before things got too, uh, involved.
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Spencer had been able to catch a few breif hours of sleep, but,his mind was fitful and he felt tense and strange, and..weird. A sort of weird that he'd been feeling much more often in the past  year and which was getting harder to ignore. He stared at the ceiling, knowing of course that Terry was asleep under his bunk. He frowned annd listened hard, hoping to hear the sound of Roy snoring as well. He didn't but, that didn't mean anything. Thankfully his brothers wern't loud sleepers.
He rolled onto his side, and looked over his shoulder glanced at Roy's curtain, which was as much for his privacy as it was his older brother's, and heard no sound of motion or anything that would indicate that he was awake. That was good. He didn't want anyone in here right now. 
He sighed and lifted his cover and stared down at the buldge in the front of his sleep shorts. That thing was getting so annoying lately, and everytime he thought about that squirrel from the diner earier. Ugh. He put the cover back down, his face feeling warm and his pants feeling cramped and uncomfortable. If Terry and Roy were sleeping then just maybe...
He slipped his hands down under the blanket and sighed contentedly when they reached their mark. Spencer felt guilty as nervous as he let his hands move and explore, but, right now the desire to get some relief was far more powerful than his concern about getting caught.
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It was too late. Roy knew that as soon as he heard his brother flip flopping around on his bed, and heard the first few sighs coming out of him.  He wasn't attracted to his brother, not in any way, but the sound of him doing that never failed to make him feel worked up. He grumbled quietly to himself and pulled his pillow over his head so he at least didn't have to listent o Spencer enjoying himself. He wondered if maybe he should have taken that pushy little squirrel up on what he'd wanted earlier in the day, but..no. He barely knew him and he didn't want to just start sleeping around. Well, that wasn't to say that he didn't want to do it with anyone, but, he at least  wanted to to it wit someone he liked. There wasn't anyone he liked though, not really. Sure there was Ekerd from the record store, but, he was so much older and, outside of the fact that he was hot, Roy didn't really know anything about him, so that wasn't the same are really liking someone.
Really he couldn't remember the last time he had liked someone like that. There had been a few crushes in middle school, sure, but scince highschool, he'd just been too busy. Too uninterested. He had the band and work, and his siblings to worry about. He didn't have time for romance. He wished at this moment he did though. It'd be so nice just to have someone to hold when things were looking grim. 
He loosed his hold on his pillow and listened to his brothers quick breathing only a few feet away from him.  Did Spencer have anyone? He figured that he was proubly too young to be really interested in things like that but..at the same time, he sopoed he hadn't been at that age. He could hear the sounds of the old bunk bed creaking lightly as Spencer got more into his activity. Roy desperately wanted to get out of the room now. He was already feeling tense, and all those sounds. 
He pulled the pillow over his head again and tried to ignore the warmth in his stomach that was traveling downwords. Spencer would finish up, soon hopefully, and then he'd go get a drink and feel better. He just had to keep his mind on somthing else. Not that squirrel, things were feeling too confusing there. The band. Yeah. That was somthing good to focus on. They were soposed to practice their new song tommrow after Roy got out of work. that'd be great. He was real excited about the new song...
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Spencer didn't hear the grumbling of his brother, as he was far too busy with other things. His eyes were shut tightly as his imagination wandered. He thought about the pretty red squirrel and the way his butt had looked in those skinny pants when he walked away,and how odd and warm it had made him feel when the squirrel had brushed his hair out of his face. He really had thought the other boy was a girl, so it wasn't weird that he was thinking about him now, was it?
His mind raced with images of the other boy, he wondered if he'd look as girly undressed as he did dressed. What did a boy that girly looked like undressed. He'd been mistaken for a girl before, a couple times really but..he certainly couldn't be girly like that other boy. Oh no, not him. He wondered if it would be cute if he dressed more like that, if he and that squirrel would have lots of boys looking at them if they were together. He wasn't really sure that he wanted boys looking at him like that, but..it was an interesting thought.
His hand worked magic and he trembled as things became more intense. He was being noisy now, even if he wasn't entirely aware of it. He picked up speed and made the old frame of his bed creak more loudly. He wondered what it would be like to have someone other hand, belonging to some other person where his was. 
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Roy who had been trying desperately not to, heard his younger brother 'finish' much more loudly than usual . At least he'd stop now. He hoped. Sometimes Spencer could really get into it. He heard this brother panting, but, also heard him starting to settle back in. Roy knew he'd slip off to the bathroom now, and he'd be able to make his escape while he was gone. He'd go out for a walk, get some fresh air and clear his head.He just wished the front of his own red and black plaid pajama pants wern't tenting so badly.