Jonas Brothers: The Kink Meme!
What is a kink meme?
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part 1
Demi would never, ever in a billion years ask Joe for more than he’s comfortable giving to her. She would be just the worst girlfriend in the entire world if she did, and if Demi has really rededicated herself to anything, it’s being a totally rad girlfriend. And Joe completely deserves it, too. He’s super sweet to her - he’s always been super sweet to her, since like the second they met. He’s the best friend ever and Demi knows the a good relationship is built on mutual respect and understanding and compassion and all that shit.Besides, Dallas had taken her to Condom Sense when she turned seventeen and now Demi has a pink Form 6 that she calls Jacques and it’s waterproof. So, yeah. Demi is doing pretty good all on her own and she loves Joe and Jacques and everything is awesome.
Then Selena calls her one night while Demi is trying to figure out how to give herself Heidi braids at the Texas house. She grins when Selena’s special ring tone plays and answers on a giggle.
“Lena-bena-dena girl!”
Selena laughs in her ear and it sounds tiny and a little far away. “D, are you drunk?” Selena says, and Demi laughs back.
“Yeah, totally. I’m so drunk right now.”
“Such a problem.”
“I know. I know.”
Selena laughs again and they talk and Demi props the phone against her computer so she can play Selena a new song she wrote and Selena tells her about how she got asked to audition for a Hal Hartley movie and Demi oohs and ahhs even as she’s googling the guy’s name.
“So, how’re things with Joe?” Selena asks, and Demi grins huge.
“It’s great. Things are great,” she says sincerely.
“Yeah? You guys have been together a long time now.”
“Ten months next week,” Demi says, giggles. “I’m going to visit him in LA.”
“Awesome!” Selena sounds genuinely pleased and Demi loves that she has a best friend who loves her so much and wants her to be happy. “So, are you guys gonna do it?”
Demi bursts out laughing, because it’s just so hilarious. “Uh, Lena, no. No, Joe and I are not going to be having sex.”
Selena laughs along with her, but still says, “Why not? Ten months is a long time?”
Demi rolls her eyes, because seriously. It’s like Selena’s never met a Jonas brother before. “Because the only way Joe Jonas is gonna have sex with me is if Jesus himself showed up and was like, go for it bro.”
Selena huff a short laugh. “Okay, okay, that’s a totally fair point. But, I mean. You guys do other stuff right?”
“Oh, yeah!” Demi grins. “We make out all the time. And he felt me up once. He tried to act like it was an accident, but whatever.”
“I know, right? Boys are retarded.” Selena hums a little breath. “Have you guys tried grinding at all?”
Demi blinks. “What.”
“Grinding. It’s like. Well, okay - basically, you act like you’re having sex, but you keep all your clothes on.”
Demi has a sudden flash from three weeks ago when she and Joe were playing flashlight tag with Nick and Frankie and some of his little friends and they’d hid in this narrow space under the stairs, in between the wall and this like, seven foot tall decorative vase . It’d been a close fit and Demi was trying not to laugh so she’d crowded in tight against Joe, fitting her face against his neck to muffle the giggles. Joe had ghosted a kiss against her temple, grinned against the skin there as he slid a hand to the small of her back to keep her in place. She’d put her arm around his back and there’d been this… shift. Just this second where suddenly they were fitting together differently and everything was hotter and Demi’s heart was beating really fast and Joe sucked in a breath as she stepped closer (she doesn’t really know why she stepped closer, she just did), but then pulled her in so she was flush against him and his thigh was sorta working in between hers and it was — perfect. It was pretty perfect, actually.
But then they’d seen the flashlight running down the stairs and she’s stepped away and knocked her elbow on the dumb vase and then Nick was poking her in the ribs with his flashlight and cackling and — yeah.
“No, we’ve never done that,” Demi tells Selena.
“Well, you should!” Selena says brightly. “And it’s totally Jonas-approved; Nick’s the one who taught me how to do it!”
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Part One
At least, for the most part. One time Nick and Miley made out during a ballad with a techno beat and the heaving dance floor, full of teens idols with perfectly coiffed hair and bleached grins, erupted into an over enthusiastic applause that made the youngest Jonas’ cheeks burn. Other than that, there’s only copious amounts of awkward flirting and lively chatter.
At first, Joe finds reasons to excuse himself from David’s company. Though, when David’s not up beside him, dancing along to whatever [most probably awful] music is blasting, Joe can’t help but watch out for him. Breathing hard, he mumbles that he needs another Sprite, Nick looks lonely as he busts some less than awesome moves, the soda runs right through him like water- where’s the bathroom again? But eventually he relents- falls against him as they take a seat together at one of the leather booths lit with red bulbs. Joe inhales hard- the foreign scent of soured alcohol and clinging smoke so exciting he shudders. David is built sturdily, more of a man than Joe, and Joe knows that he smokes substances more dangerous than tobacco, has seen him vomit once or twice from taking it too far with a bottle of Russian vodka, beers atop that. Joe kind of feels awed around David a lot, especially when the shocking clarity of his eyes catches him off guard, the flicker of his tongue across his smirk. Joe’s been known to think about how dangerous David is when he’s beating himself off, of that Biblical tattoo inked over his muscle forcing him over the edge.
“Fancy some fresh air?” David asks after about ten minutes of almost awkward silence, tugging at the trigger of his blue plastic lighter and making Joe literally shriek as the flame sparks up indoors</I. “Uh…” “No uhs, Joseph.” David laughs, smooth as butter, as his fingers curl around Joe’s bicep. He guides Joe towards the exit and elbows him so that he’ll wave off a frowning Big Rob before they push through the heavy doors and into the refreshing wash of cool night air.
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wrote just as i woke up forgive me if it... doesn't make sense/is incoherent.
The first time it happens, Nick dreams it. It's surreal because when he wakes up he could have sworn it was real and even attempts to linger in that half state, skin craving Joe's hands pushing over every inch with that spontaneous roughness- which is something Nick has always wondered about.When breakfast rolls around and Kevin is going over their daily plans, Joe is almost alarmed with how serious Nick is looking at him and even offers to go get him a muffin to appease whatever he's done. Nick accepts his offer with a weird half smirk and Joe can feel him burning holes into his back as he walks away.
Neither realize Kevin stopped talking ages ago to see this exchange and he draws his brows with some brotherly concern at Nick once Joe is gone. He just shrugs, reaches for his juice, "I like to see him freak out sometimes."
Kevin laughs, thinking he's in on the joke.
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The second time, it's Joe, about Nick. That morning has veritably haunted him and every night before he sleeps he eyes Nick's figure in the other bed, the curve of his hip beneath the covers.
When he moves, he freezes - as if Nick could actually see him watching in the dark like this - and Nick seems to relax, draw a hand through his hair one last time before his hand flops with some finality in the same place he'd been watching.
It feels prophetic because moments later he's shuffling again and Joe's heart is pounding and it's like Nick can feel every beat because he can feel him looking over his shoulder in the dark, hear him peel back the covers and close the distance, slide into his bed. This wasn't entirely unusual, to be honest, they'd shared beds before, but his hands are so invasve and Joe just rolls onto his back with a groan, lets him do whenever he wants.
When he wakes, his sheets are ruined and Nick acts like he doesn't notice.
They're both grateful for that and Joe avoid's talking during breakfast. Kevin laughs awkwardly thinking this is another one of Nick's tricks.
Nick smirks around toast.
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The night it happens, it was Nick again. It's one of those vivid dreams, half asleep, half awake, and Joe is murmuring something and he's not quite sure what it is but he just keeps thinking that this is a dream, it doesn't matter.
It's that same logic that has him, squinting more than usual with some tiredness in the dark, grasping for Joe's face, kissing him eagerly, rolling them so he can slide onto his lap, jutting his hips against his and relishing in the groans coming from beneath him. He might have some auditory fetish because Joe's noises sound like music to him and he's happy to spit in his hand and reach into his boxers to jerk him fast just to hear him more.
Joe is squirming and gasping and heaving and feeling like a woman because he'd really intended to crawl into his bed to assert some dominance here but Nick was being... Nick. His hands scrabbled for his arms, shoulders, fingers digging in, holding as his body arched and his orgasm overcame him, leaving him stuttering for breath; thankfully he'd choked back a noise that would've alerted someone and Nick gave him another kiss, this one appreciative and slow.
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Nick wakes up first ina tangle of limbs, Joe's arms firmly around him who's apparently passed out on him and it took a while when waking to realize not only why Joe was in Nick's bed, and why there were, again, ruined sheets. Nick half wondered if it were solely Joe's fault again or if he'd done something when he passed out but when he pressed his cheek higher to his collarbone, inhales, he can smell sweat and sex there, lingering and knows.
He isn't sure if he's grateful whether or not that felt like a dream because generally, his dreams with Joe are frenzied and passionate and perfect. He wonders if Joe feels the same and has to half haul him into the shower so someone else doesn't find him in this state. Neither mention what happened.
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During breakfast, Joe can't stop smiling and Nick is almost sheepish as he pushes his oatmeal around in its bowl and Kevin just looks on with visible disdain.
He hates not being let in on jokes.
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July 26 2009, 06:33:29 UTC 2 years ago Edited: July 26 2009, 15:13:20 UTC
Part One
MY GOD, THIS GOT LONG, I'M REALLY SORRY 'BOUT THAT. Also, I have no idea when this takes place. Does Camilla ever visit Joe when they're on the road/would need a hotel? I actually don't know. If so, it's one of those nights. If not, well...just go with it.***
When he allows himself to think about it, Nick figures that the only thing worse than being in love with your brother is wanting to sleep with your brother's girlfriend. And he assumes the fact that he only wants to sleep with her because it's actually more acceptable to do that than to sleep with his brother doesn't absolve him of anything.
But Camilla is always there, and he likes Camilla, doesn't mind in the least, because he knows he's being unreasonable to want Joe to himself, to expect Joe to spend all of his time with him. But it doesn't stop Nick, somewhere in his mind, from associating Camilla with Joe (or Joe with Camilla, he doesn't really know--doesn't really want to think too hard about it).
Nick knows that Joe's not a virgin. Joe told him that he'd slept with Camilla, and it was as easy as that; Joe didn't want to lie to him, and Nick was happy that he knew the truth, even if he didn't know how he felt about it. Lately he'd been questioning the decision--not just to wear the rings, that was just something that made it visible, made it public--but about his choice in general. He wonders sardonically if maybe he's living the rockstar lifestyle after all, since all of the time and energy he puts into the band has made him care less about these kinds of things, these things that used to define him.
He blames Joe for his recent lack of faith, as Joe is to blame for just about everything about Nick, even if he's not responsible for it. He loves Joe more than anything, and wants him so badly he that he's constantly worried he'll never make it through another day if he doesn't have him, can't touch him, and his skin sears with need until everything about him feels frayed, on end, ready to explode.
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Nick watches them, sees the easy way that Joe's hand slips behind Camilla's back, Camilla's bright smile that alternatively says and hides everything that Disney (and that ring on Joe's finger) doesn't let them show.
Joe told Nick about Camilla's upbringing, her heritage, her easy sexuality and complete self-awareness. She respected Joe's choice from the beginning, and didn't say anything when he changed his mind. She is aware of more than Joe (and Nick) probably gives her credit for, and watches in silence.
Camilla watches Nick watching her and Joe, and she knows there's something building among the three of them. Nick's eyes are on her and she makes eye contact with him; Nick thinks that she sees more than he ever intended to show her.
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Joe is asleep next to him and isn't that just the first thing fucked up about this, the first thing that makes Nick's skin crawl at the thought of it. He's been irritated all day, not talking much to avoid blowing up at whoever he was speaking to, and right now he's hard and so frustrated and Joe is laying on the bed next to him, oblivious to it all.
He thinks about going into the bathroom and wrapping his hand around his cock; he thinks about coming quick and dirty with Joe's name falling from his lips like a litany, like a prayer; he think about Joe on his knees in front of him, swallowing down his cock, sucking him off. But then he thinks about Joe only a thin wall away, and decides against it.
He makes sure the door doesn't slam behind him when he leaves.
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Nick's on his back, breathing quickly, face running sweat from his curls and Joe is just sucking him off luxuriously, like it's a meal that he wants to savor, like they have all night for dick-sucking and don't have a softball game and a show tomorrow.
Nick's eyes are dazed, narrow with his growing frustration and when he peers down the planes of his body, Joe is blinking up at him, eyes wide, watching. He's so pleased with himself, his eyes thin and his cheeks look different and Nick can tell his brother is grinning around his cock. And then Joe's eyes flicker closed and he moans and goes down, and Nick's cockhead touches at that moan, deep in Joe's throat.
Nick snarls and drops his head back, grits out "C-come on or...or I'll-" and then he can't finish, because what kind of awful threat will he give this time? He can't even say half the stuff he's thought about Joe when they're like this. He doesn't have words for what he wants to do to his brother.
Joe mmmm's up and then pops his mouth off Nick's cock with a perceptible little sound. Nick bites his bottom lip and watches as Joe licks and sucks at his own raw lips, still looking down at Nick's tender cock.
"Turn over, man," Joe breathes, and grabs at Nick's lean hips, tugs. But Nick is strong and won't go over unless he wants to. And right now, he's feeling this wave of irritation, selfishness.
"Finish, come on!" Nick says loudly, and his voice breaks on it. Joe sighs, shoulders slumping comically and he rolls his eyes. "Nick, I will. Turn over."
Nick glares at him and mutters "Stupid...jerk," under his breath and rolls over. Joe's hands bracketing his hips guide Nick until he's on his chest and it's kind of gross, having his slick cock and sweaty chest sort of...stick to the hotel comforter.
"Don't freak out," Joe says softly and then his hands run up Nick's back and down again, pause and then move to Nick's ass. Nick cat-stretches at the feeling, wonders if Joe's going to give him a rub-down like he sometimes likes to do after a game. And yeah, he's into that. He closes his eyes blissfully, waiting for Joe to start kneading in.
But then Joe parts the cheeks of Nick's ass and the cool air on the sweat there makes Nick hiss, stiffen up.
"What-?" Nick blunders out and Joe is breathing there, hot breath on the light hair and at his hole and Nick bucks, shocked. "Wait. Stop, Joe!" Nick gasps but Joe has his ass spread and he's...licking.
Nick's speechless. He can't even believe this is happening to him. It's awful. It's gross. It's a too-weird feeling of his brother's tongue...there. On his ass. Right there. It tickles and makes Nick twitch deep in his body and he imagines his hole sort of...flexing and he throws a hand back and takes a hold of Joe's shoulder hard.
"Dude, knock it off!" Nick says sharply, angry for being so thrown, uncomfortable.
"Nicky," Joe whines, hot air making Nick shiver. "Let me. I can make it feel really good. I want to do it."
"No, Joe. Don't be stupid! That's weird!" Nick is arguing and then trying to roll over. But Joe pinches him.
He pinches the soft flesh of Nick's ass (the soft flesh that embarrasses Nick by being so...round) and Nick's breath hitches, his eyes snap open wide.
"...Joe," Nick breathes, aroused. Joe is pinching him hard and then Joe twists off and says "Please please please. Let me. Just try it."
Nick is still hard, his dick feels all over-tight and itchy in the blanket. He just wants to get this done so he can roll over and put Joe's mouth back on him. So he says "Ok, just for a minute!" and Joe sighs happily and goes back down, nuzzles in.
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I don't know where JONAS is supposed to take place! I decided New Jersey.Joe is out wandering around at the mall, drinking Jamba Juice when he looks down, sees that one of the buttons on his purple cardigan is just...gone. He didn't even feel it fall off. He's done people watching, so he decides to stop by Stella's house on the way home and give her the sweater to fix.
And show her the stuff he bought at Hollister to see what will need to go back.
Their neighborhood is greening up, lawns going from slushy grey to new grass almost over night, but it's still cold enough this afternoon that Joe can see his breath. The only car in Stella's driveway is the little old red Saab that her mom gave her to learn on, so Joe parks in his driveway and walks over. He runs around back, reaches over the gate to unlock it and walks through the backyard and lawn to the screened porch.
He's lucky, because he stops to duck down, scratch Elmo's ear, Stella's cat, and hears them.
First it's this whimpery Stella-sound. She makes it sometimes at Joe, and it usually means "Can't you get up and get the popcorn? I got up to turn the tv on!" or "Did you really have to drink red Koolaid while wearing that shirt?" But this time it's all breathless and keeps hitching, all quick, stamped down sounding.
Joe's face claps red, embarrassed. Because it sounds like...sex or something. He can't believe he's thinking that, about Stella.
But then when he peeks through the screen, his eyes widen and he realizes it is sex. And that's Stella having sex. And that's...Nick. Having sex with Stella.
Joe's mouth falls open and he gapes.
There are scissors and cloth scattered across the porch floor, and Stella's sewing basket is out on the table. And Nick is sitting on a wooden chair pulled out of Stella's kitchen island. Joe's eaten peanut butter sandwiches in those chairs all his life. And Stella is sitting on Nick. Sitting on his lap like you'd sit on your mom or dad's lap when you're scared.
But she's sitting on his lap and Nick's hands are clutching at her, one crossed over her chest and squeezing her through her blouse, the other curved up under her arm awkwardly, holding her shoulder tight. And the hand on the front of her blouse keeps fisting up over her little breast. And Nick's khakis are pulled down his legs a little, baggy. And her plaid skirt keeps bunching, bunching up.
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Joe keeps touching him. Normally, this is ... well, normal, but he keeps doing this thing he learned from Garbo (he refuses to process that thought) called 'chicken' and of course Nick knows what chicken is, he's 16, but this is just infuriating.He doesn't bother to follow the rules but that is Joe. He waits for the most inappropriate time to push his fingers up his thigh slow and his eyes are wide and playful and wild and Nick flusters more than he wants to admit and hits away his hand and Joe laughs as he squirms because it's Nick and it's hilarious.
Even Kevin is getting on on this and that bothers him more because usually him and Kev can gang up on Joe and lecture him on how this is the tour and they need to focus on softball and singing and not stupid games that unnerve people thank you.
But no, they're on the bus and Kevin is stifling by biting too hard on his lip as Joe approaches and his hands clench against the seats - Nick is smart enough to know what this means and shoots Joe a warning look and he takes this as an invitation, plopping down next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Nick stiffens and frowns and Joe gives him one of those 'don't you trust me' looks that only makes him frown more.
"What are you doing?"
"Just spending time with my favourite brother," Kevin's face drops and he's protesting as Joe continues, "How are you, Nicholas? Perchance, would thou carest for a muffin?"
Nick can't tell what this is anymore because Joe is just being weird and Kevin is offended still and he relaxes a little and looks to his notebook then back, finally relenting, "Sure."
Joe smiles brilliantly, free hand falling to his knee. Nick berates himself for not having known better but clenches his jaw, eyes him more determinedly with a 'you know better' look. Joe continues.
"Do you want a coke too?" Diet of course, it was his life blood after all; his hand starts to slide higher, "Hmm?"
Kevin is back to giggling and Nick already looks violated and he shoves Joe away who is laughing in tune with Kevin now. They high five and Nick just stares at this because when did he become sport for them?
At least Kevin wasn't doing it too.
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They're back in LA and the days are a little too hot but Nick doesn't mind because that burn and sweat just makes him more excited for softball. They have a concert in a few days and these are filled with rehearsals and family time and thank god Joe has let up on the stupid chicken crap and Kev doesn't titter like a schoolboy every time Joe walks past and everything feels normal again.
Dinner runs long and they all talk for a while afterward. Joe's pushing his mashed potatoes around on his plate like he's planning to build something with it and Nick is marginally listening to Kev and his dad talk about future plans and honeymoons and stuff. He snaps to attention as Momma Jay goes to clear her plate and realizes that this is his opening.
Of all the times, this is his opening for revenge.
He shifts, clears his throat and reaches for his drink with one hand, the other falling to his lap, and then to Joe's knee (which was practically bumping his own beneath the table).
The building halted and Joe looked to him, something between confusion and ... Well, it was mostly confusion. Nick sipped absently, fingertips pressing, sliding higher and Joe was wearing his softball pants ("I like the breeze") so he decides to go the extra mile and dip them beneath the hem, pursuing the skin until he looks up and realizes looking cool as a cucumber and Nick frowns.
Joe isn't pulling away or pushing him away and he's almost there and this is dinner Joseph, you deviant, how dare you -- so Nick pulls away with narrowed eyes. It's Joe's time to smile as if to say you thought you could beat me?.
Nick isn't sure if he should be impressed at Joe's vigilance or if Joe should honestly be proud of this.
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Joe sits across the room on his own bed, watching him. Nick's face is soft-looking, young. Nick tricks a lot of people, walks around like a little man with his brow all tight and serious, mouth set. But when he sleeps, all of that washes off of him and he looks like he did when he was a little kid, all pink, warm cheeks from sleeping.
Joe gets out of bed quietly and goes to his brother.
Nick sleeps deeply, little soft snore at every exhale. Joe stares at Nick's lips and thinks about touching them, to feel their plushness, the little dry spots. And then he realizes Nick isn't going to wake up if he does that, so he just does. Rubs his fingers. Marvels at how nice Nick's mouth feels, each little wet-hot breath on Joe's fingertips making Joe break out in goosebumps.
Joe licks his own lips and leans in to press a little kiss on his brother's parted mouth.
Then he feels all hard and reaches into his boxers to hold himself while he stares at Nick's face.
He starts jerking off and it's just hot being this close to Nick and watching Nick while he does this. Nick's skin looks so warm and smooth. Joe stares at the muscle of Nick's flexed arm. Nick likes to sleep with his arm up, curled into his pillow so Joe can see the outline of Nick's bicep. He wants to put his teeth there and suck at it, learn the skin-tight feeling of it all strong in his mouth.
Joe groans and gets his dick out, bites his lip and touches his dick to Nick's arm. Feels that skin-to-skin kiss and suddenly wants to put his dickhead to Nick's parted, hot mouth.
He's overwhelmed by the possibilities of what he can do while Nick's sleeping so heavily. His dick is all tender with blood and he thinks about sliding it under Nick's little chin or watching Nick's lips get all rubbed-raw against Joe's erection. Or pulling down Nick's sheet and pulling up Nick's shirt and touching the secret places of Nick's body, his little round-tight stomach, his soft underarms, his brown-pink nipples.
Joe pants, is close. He thinks about pulling down Nick's underwear and putting his own mouth on Nick's tight little red balls and then he's gonna shoot so he does what comes naturally, what he wants to do.
He leans in shakily, puts his dick in Nick's curls and jerks out his wad.
He's fisting himself with Nick's curls caught between his fingers, probably pulling too hard. And his come is like silly-string, all ropey lengths that tangle in Nick's soft hair, drip from his curls.
It makes Joe's eyes roll back. It's like someone is squeezing the come right out of his balls, it's so hot.
When he finishes, he glances at Nick's face anxiously and Nick is still asleep. But he's got come streaked through his hair now. And one little dot of it, shiny on the bridge of his nose.
Joe rubs a trembling finger over it, swipes it up. And he bites his lip and is helpless to it, has to put that little bit inside Nick's parted mouth, give it to him.
And Nick makes a sleep-sound and suckles it right up, silky-wet tongue working Joe's finger tip.
Joe yanks away, shocked. Going hard again. And Nick mumbles "Mmnngh, Joe," in his sleep.
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Joe doesn't mean to watch Nick. Not this time, anyway.He'd planned on having Nick out of the room tonight, something about plans with Garbo to watch the NBA playoffs or something.
He's watched before, watched Nick from the shadows, in the doorway or hidden in his bed, turned on his side. He’s watched as Nick slid his hand over his dick, made himself come with a jerk of his hips and a muffled groan. But it's always been hidden by blankets, Nick's attempt to pretend it's not happening, to pretend he's not touching himself.
The whole thing is a first for Joe when he clicks open the door to the hotel room and peers around the corner.
Nick's naked, sheets shoved to the foot of the bed, his feet planted against flat against the mattress as he works his hand over his dick, his hips pushing in little staccato beats up into the pressure of his fingers curled tight around him.
He's completely oblivious to anything but his own pleasure.
The room is dark but the curtains are thrown wide, lights from the cityscape splashing shadows around the room and Joe can see everything. Joe hides behind the partial wall and openly, unashamedly looks at his little brother.
Joe digs his teeth in his lower lip and presses his lower body against the wall, looking for something to help the ache low in his gut, the fullness in his balls.
Joe's holding his breath, afraid if he makes a sound, if Nick realizes his older brother is watching him get off Nick'll stop and Joe will have to imagine the rest.
Joe braces a hand flat and leans around the corner just a little more, for a little better view.
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not a kid 1
Joe sat quietly on the couch in the s dark large hotel room as he sipped his cold Coors light. The bitter taste from the beer as not the only thing that felt uncomfortable to Joe as he took in the experience of hanging out with "the guys".He was chocking on the fumes from Hoffman's cigarette but he didn't dare leave or ask him to put it out, because he knew that would ruin his chances of fitting in. It was true his band were his and his brothers best friends- but he was still a "Jonas Brother" he wasn't a part of "it".
He didn't stay up every Friday night listening to music with them, He didn't go to cool underground bars with artsy indie bands, and he wasn't a part of the inside jokes like their band " Bull Dozer". He was almost twenty years old and among these men not much older than him Joe felt like a lost little boy.
Now the urge to hang out with people his own age was not the only reason Joe was desperate to fit in. No, the main reason was a certain smoldering eyed, Chestnut haired bass player. Garbo really was Joe's best friend, they were closer than close ever since he joined the band. The problem is also ever since Greg's joining of the band, Joe has been incredibly attracted to him.
At fifteen year old Joe knew he had disinterest in women but didn't learn of his terrifying attraction to men until he would get distracted from his keyboard playing by Garbo's deviant smirk, or the soft tan skin that would show when his shirt would rise up while he swayed to the music while he was playing. From there Joe had become absolutely infatuated with not only Greg's sexy body- which he jacked off to even night of, but his hilarious and caring personality.
Before Joe realized it the room had mostly cleared and Hoffman and J.T. were telling Greg they'd see him bright and early on the bus. Joe got up to go realizing he was the last one to leave the party but was stopped in his tracks by a deep sexy voice.
"Hey man, sorry to bother you but you mind helping me clean up a bit" said a slightly buzzed Garbo
"Of course dude!" Joe replied inwardly thrilled he got to spend extra time alone with his dream man.
"So you have fun tonight?" Greg asked while emptying the make shift ash tray/plate into the trash.
"um yeah, ah, yeah, ah it was great."
Garbo stared down the boy collecting empty beer cans.
" You sure? You looked a little lonely over there wall flower."
"um no, no, I was fine" Joe said nervously.
"Come on Jonas what's up? You know you can't lie to me!"
Joe smiled aGreg's sensitivity to his feelings and immediately broke away from his cool guy facade. Falling back on the couch with a sigh Joe began to quietly poor his heart out to the older man.
"I just feel like such a kid some times. I mean you and the band and Rob, your all so close, and I'm just so far from that."
Sitting down next to Joe Garbo put his hand on Joe's shoulder and stared into his chocolate eye's almost melting Joe's heart."
"Hey, why would you want to be anything like that! I mean your JOE, you’re smart, and soulful and funny and unique, talented and God are you attractive!"
Attractive? Joe thought his heart as going to stop. He must be hearing things.
" attractive?" he timidly questioned.
"Of course" the older man answered with an air that it was the most obvious statement of all time.
" I mean look at you, your hair so soft and silky and dark! And I mean the shape of your face, your jaw line, so masculine, and chiseled. And your freckles dear that slightly break up that perfect Carmel skin. I can't even begin to talk about how deep and unnerving those dark eyes can be. And that mouth- Holy Shit- that plump pink perfect mouth-"
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Can't hold on 1/1
Didn't think there was a point posting anon, i'm gonna be linking to my journal anyway.Hope you like :)
“Fuck! Joe.”
Joe has Nick backed up against the bedroom door, t shirt pushed up to his armpits as he works his mouth over a hard nipple.
“God Joe, c'mon.” Nick's hands are scrabbling back against the wooden door, trying in vain to find some purchase. Joe just continues to mouth at the pink bud, lapping over it quickly, gently scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud.
“Oh oh oh god!” Joe smirks around the nipple as Nick jerks his hips forward desperately trying to bring their bodies closer to one another. Nick whines low in his throat when his hips meet air, one hand coming to grasp on Joe's ass tugging him closer. “Fuck! Joe please.” Releasing Nick's nipple Joe nips his way over his brothers chest, up the pale skin of his throat, pulling Nick's full bottom lip into his mouth. Soothing the sting with his tongue Joe licks into Nick's mouth pulling a whimpering moan from the younger boy as he flicks his tongue against Joe's.
With a hard tug Nick manages to pull Joe's body flush with his, hissing when their denim clad cocks brush together. “Oh god yes, Nick.” Joe's hips start a shallow rhythm against Nick's, pressing their erections , heat spiking between them as they rut against each other.
“Joe I can't- I can't hold on.”
Nick drives his hips up faster letting Joe press him back against the door, hips boring down on his as he hooks his arm under Nick's thigh wrapping it around his waist and holding it there as he rubs frantically against him.
“Gonna come Nick. Gonna come in your pants.”
Nick nods his head violently as he ruts harder against Joe, pre come seeping through his underwear. “Oh fuck! You are aren't you. Gonna come just from this.” Joe watches Nick as his brow furrows, teeth biting into his lower lip, hips jerking feverishly as he speeds towards his climax.
With a low groan Nick's hips thrust up hard once before stilling as his dick pulses and come floods his pants, wet spot spreading out.
“Fuck! Nicky. So fucking hot.”
Pulling back slightly Joe pushes his jeans down his hips just enough to free his blood engorged cock. Leaning in again Joe latches onto the think skin of Nick's pulse point and sucks, pulling blood to the surface leaving a pinkish purple bruise forming. Pushing his body against Nick's again, Joe resumes rocking against him, wet cock rutting against his stomach leaving a trail of pre come shiny on the pale flesh.
“Joe, Joe, fuck! c'mon.” Nick encourages him on, hands clawing down Joe's back, fingers trailing down his spine and between his cheeks to rest at his entrance, not pushing in just resting there.
“Oooohhhh Nick. Oh oh oh.” Little breathy sounds are pushing out of Joe as his orgasm takes hold, come spurting out over Nick's belly as Joe continues to thrust weakly against him.
As his body stops pulsing Joe slumps against Nick, who slides them to the floor wrapping his arms around Joe as they curl up together on the carpet.
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Red Dress Part 1
He can feel Nick’s eyes on him the minute he steps out of the bathroom, snicking off the light quietly. His skin where the silky dress rubs against him is hyper sensitive.“Joe, what err…” Nick trailed off as Joe stepped towards him.
“You like it?” he asked, hi voice a kind of high, a little breathless. He’d stolen the dress off the rack from a photo shoot, the little thrill of stealing nothing next to standing here in front of Nick. It hung a little loose and low across his chest, but pulling tight across his belly and thighs before flowing away around his knees. Nick nodded wordlessly, Adam’s apple bobbing quickly. Joe knew he looked good, red suited him.
“You…you’re…” Nick’s fingers reached out to touch the hem at the middle of Joe’s thigh. He danced out of reach, Nick blinking in surprise. Joe shook his head, tsking against his teeth. He went to stand at the end of Nick’s bed, swaying slightly, bare feet flexing into the carpet. Yeah, he was nervous, but the way Nick was watching him, starring at him, made him feel daring. He started humming a little in the back of his throat, moving his hips with the song in his head. Nick’s eyes slipped from his and began watching his hips. Joe’s hands slipped down his thighs and his fingers danced along the skin at his hemline. Nick’s eyes darkened and he licked his lips. Desire pooled low in Joe’s belly and he could feel his dick hardening. It tented the front of the dress, making it look obscene.
“Joe…” Nick choked, standing up. He walked on unsteady legs to Joe, pushing into his space and kissing him messily. Joe pulled back, putting his hands on Nick’s shoulders and pushing. Nick made a helpless noise in the back of his throat as he sank to his knees. His hands came up to grasp Joe’s hips, the delicate fabric bunching up beneath his grip. He leaned forward and mouthed the tip of Joe’s dick through the fabric as Joe watched in fascination. Joe leaned down a bit, running his fingers through Nick’s hair, then reaching down to grasp at Nick’s shirt, urging it up and over his head. Nick immediately returned to suck at Joe’s cock through the dress, making Joe groan low and deep. He went back to threading his fingers through Nick’s hair, massaging his scalp, pulling him closer.
Nick’s hands moved down his thighs, gathering the bottom of the dress in his fists and pushing up, freeing Joe’s dick from the wet fabric. He held the dress at Joe’s waist with one hand and grasped his dick with the other, bringing it to him mouth with determination. He sucked Joe into the wet heat of his mouth, both of them groaning at the feel of it. Joe tightened his grip in Nick’s hair, guiding Nick’s head on his dick, in and out of his brother’s mouth. Nick’s eyes closed against the onslaught, but willingly relaxed his mouth, letting Joe fuck in and out of his mouth. That killed Joe, Nick giving up control, letting Joe use him mouth, trusting him.
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catholic school au (1/2)
Nick corners Joe in an empty alcove in the hallway afterward, pushing against Joe's chest until his back hits the stone wall."You shouldn't play around like that during prayer," Nick says, glaring. "You know that's not right."
"And I've told you to loosen up." Joe reaches out and tugs playfully on Nick's tie, only to have his hands slapped away.
"I'm not joking, Joe. What do you think dad would say if he saw you?"
Joe's expression darkens slightly, and he scoffs. "Yeah, well, I don't see dad around, do you?"
Nick scowls, and he knows he's not supposed to let anger get the best of him, but god—Joe can be so infuriating sometimes that it’s all Nick can do to clench his hands into fists at his sides just to keep from punching Joe in the face. Nick hates how he never takes anything seriously, never.
Joe really looks at Nick, and then says, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’ll stop kidding around during prayer if you’ll stop looking like you’re about to have an aneurysm.” He grips Nick’s shoulders in his hands, shaking him a little. “Come on.”
“You don’t mean that,” Nick mutters. He knows that Joe’ll stop, maybe for a week, and then fall right back into cracking jokes about Father Smith when he should be paying attention.
“I’ll try to stop, at least,” Joe says, and he’s stepping forward all into Nick’s space, close enough that his nose nearly brushes Nick’s, and Nick hates that about Joe, too; the way he’s always touching Nick, always standing too close, and making Nick’s heart beat too fast and making him feel too—
“Do you forgive me, Nick?” Joe asks, smiling.
“Yes,” Nick answers, but it comes out low and mumbled because, somehow, Nick’s ended up with his lips pressed to Joe’s.
Joe, being the jerk he is, doesn’t push Nick away like he should. His mouth is soft and willing under Nick’s, no matter how hard Nick presses against him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nick says, his forehead pressed against Joe’s, breath puffing between them.
“What’s wrong with me?” Joe sounds bewildered. “You’re the one who kissed me.”
“But you didn’t stop it,” Nick mumbles, dragging his mouth along Joe’s cheek. He kisses Joe again, sliding his tongue along Joe’s bottom lip, and—jeez, he’s pretty sure he didn’t give his tongue permission to get involved, let alone his mouth, and everything seems to be getting a little out of control. Their mouths keep coming together again and again, and every time Nick thinks to himself okay, I’m going to stop this he actually just kisses Joe harder, hands twisting in the front of Joe’s shirt.
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I'm so close to writing this anyway, though.
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