I'd Give My Heart (Nick Jonas/Joe Jonas)
UM. YEAH. What I did in my classes today. IDEK, GUYS.
Title: I'd Give My Heart
Pairing: Nick Jonas/Joe Jonas
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,122
Warnings: Incest, if that wasn't obvious.
Summary: There kind of isn't one. Just a PWP.
A/N: The name is kind of unrelated other than the fact that this is as close to schmoop as I'll probably ever get, and comes from the song "Jillian" by Within Temptation. (Named thus also because I was greatly tempted to name it something really corny like "Alternative Assignment," or some such ridiculousness).
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Over at the table, Nick sighs deeply. Joe looks over at him, concerned. “What’s up?” he asks, rising from his seat on the couch in their trailer.
“Ugh, it’s just homework. I’m so jealous that you and Kevin don’t have to worry about this shit.”
Joe comes up behind him and places his hands on Nick’s shoulders, messaging gently. “So everything you said in that episode, about how great school is and everything-you lied?” Joe asks in mock disbelief and indignation. Nick smiles (even though Joe can’t see it) and says, “Shut up, dude.” And Joe smiles at that (even though Nick doesn’t see it).
They stay in silence for a few more minutes, and Nick closes his eyes and relaxes into Joe’s touch. Joe’s hands move alternately down Nick’s back, across his shoulders, up his neck to the back of his skull. Joe bends down and places a kiss on Nick’s cheek, right in front of his ear. Nick turns into the kiss, faces his brother, and he leans up and kisses the side of Joe’s mouth. Joe leans forward, following Nick’s mouth, and as he does so he presses on a knot in Nick’s back and Nick honest-to-God moans, causing Joe’s stomach to flutter, not unpleasantly.
He decides to take action.
“Hey,” he says, and pushes on Nick’s shoulder, to no avail: Nick just “Hmm”s and rolls his shoulders, directions Joe’s fingers, completely ignoring him. Joe finds it incredibly endearing.
“Hey,” he says again, laughing slightly, and leans closer. “I bet I could take your mind off of that homework for a while,” he mutters into Nick’s ear, and any trace of laughter is gone from his voice, replaced with a dark hint of seduction.
Joe feels Nick tense up for a moment, registering Joe’s words, and as Nick turns to look at him Joe cups Nick’s chin, guides Nick’s face to his. Nick’s eyes are still almost completely closed but he seems to be leaning into Joe-into his space, into his touch-relaxed and completely trusting, wanting.
Joe kisses him, open-mouthed and light, and he pushes back into Nick’s shoulder. Nick gets the idea and pushes his chair out from the table, giving Joe room to slip onto Nick’s lap. Nick’s hand finds its way into Joe’s hair and eventually settles at the nape of his neck; and he pulls Joe down, pulls him closer, immediately licking into his brother’s mouth, tongues and teeth clashing. Joe moans into Nick’s mouth and Nick bites down gently on Joe’s lip, eliciting a harsher moan from his brother.
Joe presses down and forward into Nick’s groin, his semi-hard cock rubbing against Nick’s abdomen. Nick responds, raising his hips into Joe’s body, pushing against him. Joe breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on Nick’s, panting heavily. Nick takes advantage, leans in and kisses Joe’s neck, mouths over his jaw, leaves a sticky trail of saliva down Joe’s throat, Nick’s hand still wrapped in Joe’s hair, pulling his head back, giving himself access.
“Nick,” Joe gasps out, rocking against Nick’s body, his cock hard now, feelings Nick’s erection pushing against his own.
“Yeah,” Nick says, almost nonsensically, and his hands travel down Joe’s body and slip under Joe’s shirt, his fingers cold against Joe’s overheated skin. With a considerable amount of effort, Joe pushes himself off of Nick and stands, grabbing Nick’s hand and pulling him up after him.
Nick follows almost blindly, clumsy with need, and allows Joe to push him backward onto the couch. Joe climbs on top of him and straddles his hips again, pulls off Nick’s shirt and throws it on the ground next to them. Nick’s fingers scrabble uselessly at Joe’s clothes, so Joe undresses himself, standing again to kick off his jeans and boxers. Nick stammers, palms his own cock through the material of his jeans, and Joe goes to him immediately, unzipping his pants and pushing them down, as Nick arches his body off of the couch. Joe sucks in a sharp breath as Nick’s cock is freed, leaking precome already.
It seems to take too long before they are completely naked, and once they are Joe crawls back on top of his brother, both of them sensitive to the sudden and complete skin-to-skin contact. Joe leans down and runs his tongue over Nick’s lips, interspersed with quick kisses. Nick opens his mouth, inviting Joe inside, and a surge of want erupts in Joe’s body and he shoves his tongue into Nick’s mouth, Nick responding to the kiss immediately. He traces over Joe’s teeth, his gums, every part of Joe’s mouth he can find. He sucks Joe’s tongue into his mouth, feeling thrills shoot through his body when Joe groans, takes back the kiss and presses harder into Nick’s body, like he isn’t close enough, like he could never be close enough.
Nick is nearly lightheaded with need, and he tries to buck his hips up into the warmth of Joe’s body, trying to get some sort of friction. Joe pushes down, slowly grinding their erections together, and despite his own eagerness he whispers into Nick’s ear, “Shh, little brother. In Time. The longer you wait, the better it’ll be,” and he kisses Nick’s cheek again, bites softly on his earlobe.
Nick moans in response, in desperation and need, and Joe chuckles, low in his throat. He shimmies down Nick’s body and kisses his way down, sucking on Nick’s neck, leaving bruises wherever he goes. He presses his tongue firmly against Nick’s nipples, bites down on them harder than he should, and Nick’s body convulses underneath him, his breath heavy and strained. Joe smiles against Nick’s skin, trails down Nick’s abdomen, breathes against his cock without actually touching it, and Nick keens as Joe passes by it.
Finally, Joe’s kneeling on all fours at the end of the couch, and he spreads Nick’s legs, moves between them, kisses the insides of Nick’s thighs. Joe nuzzles against the skin there, licks the ridge of Nick’s pelvis, tastes salt and musk, and eventually presses his tongue against Nick’s perineum, still denying Nick’s aching cock, still denying his own.
Joe kneels under Nick and hoists him onto his thighs, forcing Nick’s legs up and spreads apart his ass cheeks. Nick quivers in anticipation, and Joe leans down, licks over Nick’s hole, lapping at the pinched flesh. Nick makes a strangled noise in his throat and grips the cushions of the couch so hard that his fingers start to hurt. Joe massages Nick’s ass, relaxing him, pressing his tongue slowly into Nick’s hole, stretching him open centimeter by centimeter. When Nick starts to rock back on Joe’s tongue, Joe offers one of his hands to Nick, and Nick sucks Joe’s fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his spit. Joe removes his fingers from Nick’s mouth and shoves one of them into Nick’s ass along with his tongue, thrusting in and out a few times, before adding another.
“Joe,” Nick pants, his voice weak. “Please,” he begs, and Joe knows what he wants and gives in. He repositions himself, hoisting Nick up higher, one hand still occupied with Nick’s ass, three fingers inside now, and the other hand he wraps around the base of Nick’s cock. Nick cries out at the contact, not even friction yet, no movement, and he bucks into Joe’s hand, fucking into the circle of Joe’s fingers. Joe keeps a tight grip and pumps Nick’s cock in the time with his fingers’ thrusts, kissing the underside of Nick’s knees, the back of Nick’s thighs.
Joe scissors his fingers inside of Nick, and no more than thirty seconds later Nick says, “C’mon, I’m ready,” and Joe doesn’t waste time removing his fingers, slipping off of Nick’s cock, freeing his hands. He leans forward and opens the drawer of the end table next to the couch, grabs a condom and the bottle of lube. He opens both, and inhales sharply as he rolls the condom onto his aching cock, smears himself with lube.
He moves back down Nick’s body and positions himself between Nick’s spread legs. He’s ready and Nick’s ready, both eager, but he can’t help but look down at Nick as he touches the head of his cock to Nick’s hole, taking in Nick’s heavy-lidded eyes, his flushed skin, his body trembling beneath him. He braces himself with one hand next to Nick’s head and cups Nick’s face with the other, not breaking eye contact. Nick reaches up to him, wraps one hand around his neck and pulls Joe down for another quick kiss; with his other hand, he touches Joe’s hand on his face, traces over Joe’s fingers and carefully removes Joe’s purity ring, before slipping off his own.
Joe looks at him, seriously, and Nicks pushes the rings into Joe’s hand, who takes them. Silence stretches between them, although only a few seconds have actually passed, before Joe pushes into Nick, one long, slow thrust, and Nick’s head snaps back into the couch as he stretches around him, and Joe exhales sharply as heat envelopes his cock.
When he’s buried all the way, he pauses and reaches up, carefully places the discarded purity rings on the end table above Nick’s head.
Relaxing into Nick’s body, Joe wraps one arm under Nick’s back, pulling Nick close to him, lifting his shoulders off of the couch, using the other for leverage as he pumps his hips, thrusting slowly into Nick, both of them rocking together, breathing each other’s air. They share open-mouthed kisses, Nick panting, Joe mumbling, “God, Nick, yes, I…God, need you, love you…” and Nick tightens his arms around Joe, burying his face into Joe’s neck, one arm moving down his back to cup his ass and push Joe harder into him, fucking him faster.
Joe picks up the pace, uses his body weight to crash into Nick with every thrust, his balls slapping smartly against Nick’s ass. Nick shifts under him and cries out the next time Joe pushes in, and Joe works to hit his prostate on every thrust. Nick’s hands slip off of Joe’s body and he fumbles for purchase, both of them sweating and sliding against each other, skin on skin and heat and friction between them.
Nick slips his hand between their bodies and pulls messily on his cock, no rhythm to be had, although he doesn’t need to do much with Joe’s body so close, rubbing against his cock every time he moves. But it’s tight and fast and it’s almost-almost-enough.
Joe’s thrusts get more erratic, more wild, and Nick rocks harder against him, silently urging him on. Joe’s mumbling again into Nick’s shoulder, and Nick pants out, “C’mon, Joe, just come already. I know you want to,” and two hard thrusts later Joe spills into the condom, biting down on Nick’s neck, muffling his cry.
He’s still rocking against Nick as he rides out his orgasm, but he hears Nick whimper, feels Nick still pulling on his cock. He reaches down between them and covers Nick’s hand with his own, jacking him off. It’s just a little bit tighter and a little bit faster, and it pushes him over the edge, and he clenches around Joe’s now-soft cock as he comes.
They’re both panting, trying to catch their breath, and Joe collapses on top of Nick and Nick doesn’t really mind. They can’t stop touching each other, still dizzy from climax, and Nick places breathy kisses to Joe’s neck and he twists his fingers in Joe’s hair, holding him close, wrapping his legs around him.
The trailer is silent and still around them, and smells heavily of sex, and as their breathing evens out they start to get uncomfortable, Nick’s come still smeared across their stomachs and chests and Nick’s limbs all but numb by now. Joe stands, throws the condom into the trash, and grabs a towel to clean them up with. Nick rises more slowly, stretching out the stiffness in his joints, and watches Joe wipe Nick’s own come off of his chest. His cock twitches feebly in interest, and he raises his eyebrow in a “Huh,” kind of way.
Joe is looking down at his stomach, placing his hand against his chest and then pulling it off, testing how sticky his skin still is. Nick smiles.
“I don’t think that towel’s gonna cut it,” he says, matter-of-factly.
“Oh, yeah?” Joe asks as he looks up at Nick, his own smiling forming at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah,” Nick confirms. “But I think a shower would probably work.”
Joe smiles fully, open and just a little bit cunning, and says, “I think I’d be willing to give it a try.”
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Title: I'd Give My Heart
Pairing: Nick Jonas/Joe Jonas
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,122
Warnings: Incest, if that wasn't obvious.
Summary: There kind of isn't one. Just a PWP.
A/N: The name is kind of unrelated other than the fact that this is as close to schmoop as I'll probably ever get, and comes from the song "Jillian" by Within Temptation. (Named thus also because I was greatly tempted to name it something really corny like "Alternative Assignment," or some such ridiculousness).
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Over at the table, Nick sighs deeply. Joe looks over at him, concerned. “What’s up?” he asks, rising from his seat on the couch in their trailer.
“Ugh, it’s just homework. I’m so jealous that you and Kevin don’t have to worry about this shit.”
Joe comes up behind him and places his hands on Nick’s shoulders, messaging gently. “So everything you said in that episode, about how great school is and everything-you lied?” Joe asks in mock disbelief and indignation. Nick smiles (even though Joe can’t see it) and says, “Shut up, dude.” And Joe smiles at that (even though Nick doesn’t see it).
They stay in silence for a few more minutes, and Nick closes his eyes and relaxes into Joe’s touch. Joe’s hands move alternately down Nick’s back, across his shoulders, up his neck to the back of his skull. Joe bends down and places a kiss on Nick’s cheek, right in front of his ear. Nick turns into the kiss, faces his brother, and he leans up and kisses the side of Joe’s mouth. Joe leans forward, following Nick’s mouth, and as he does so he presses on a knot in Nick’s back and Nick honest-to-God moans, causing Joe’s stomach to flutter, not unpleasantly.
He decides to take action.
“Hey,” he says, and pushes on Nick’s shoulder, to no avail: Nick just “Hmm”s and rolls his shoulders, directions Joe’s fingers, completely ignoring him. Joe finds it incredibly endearing.
“Hey,” he says again, laughing slightly, and leans closer. “I bet I could take your mind off of that homework for a while,” he mutters into Nick’s ear, and any trace of laughter is gone from his voice, replaced with a dark hint of seduction.
Joe feels Nick tense up for a moment, registering Joe’s words, and as Nick turns to look at him Joe cups Nick’s chin, guides Nick’s face to his. Nick’s eyes are still almost completely closed but he seems to be leaning into Joe-into his space, into his touch-relaxed and completely trusting, wanting.
Joe kisses him, open-mouthed and light, and he pushes back into Nick’s shoulder. Nick gets the idea and pushes his chair out from the table, giving Joe room to slip onto Nick’s lap. Nick’s hand finds its way into Joe’s hair and eventually settles at the nape of his neck; and he pulls Joe down, pulls him closer, immediately licking into his brother’s mouth, tongues and teeth clashing. Joe moans into Nick’s mouth and Nick bites down gently on Joe’s lip, eliciting a harsher moan from his brother.
Joe presses down and forward into Nick’s groin, his semi-hard cock rubbing against Nick’s abdomen. Nick responds, raising his hips into Joe’s body, pushing against him. Joe breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on Nick’s, panting heavily. Nick takes advantage, leans in and kisses Joe’s neck, mouths over his jaw, leaves a sticky trail of saliva down Joe’s throat, Nick’s hand still wrapped in Joe’s hair, pulling his head back, giving himself access.
“Nick,” Joe gasps out, rocking against Nick’s body, his cock hard now, feelings Nick’s erection pushing against his own.
“Yeah,” Nick says, almost nonsensically, and his hands travel down Joe’s body and slip under Joe’s shirt, his fingers cold against Joe’s overheated skin. With a considerable amount of effort, Joe pushes himself off of Nick and stands, grabbing Nick’s hand and pulling him up after him.
Nick follows almost blindly, clumsy with need, and allows Joe to push him backward onto the couch. Joe climbs on top of him and straddles his hips again, pulls off Nick’s shirt and throws it on the ground next to them. Nick’s fingers scrabble uselessly at Joe’s clothes, so Joe undresses himself, standing again to kick off his jeans and boxers. Nick stammers, palms his own cock through the material of his jeans, and Joe goes to him immediately, unzipping his pants and pushing them down, as Nick arches his body off of the couch. Joe sucks in a sharp breath as Nick’s cock is freed, leaking precome already.
It seems to take too long before they are completely naked, and once they are Joe crawls back on top of his brother, both of them sensitive to the sudden and complete skin-to-skin contact. Joe leans down and runs his tongue over Nick’s lips, interspersed with quick kisses. Nick opens his mouth, inviting Joe inside, and a surge of want erupts in Joe’s body and he shoves his tongue into Nick’s mouth, Nick responding to the kiss immediately. He traces over Joe’s teeth, his gums, every part of Joe’s mouth he can find. He sucks Joe’s tongue into his mouth, feeling thrills shoot through his body when Joe groans, takes back the kiss and presses harder into Nick’s body, like he isn’t close enough, like he could never be close enough.
Nick is nearly lightheaded with need, and he tries to buck his hips up into the warmth of Joe’s body, trying to get some sort of friction. Joe pushes down, slowly grinding their erections together, and despite his own eagerness he whispers into Nick’s ear, “Shh, little brother. In Time. The longer you wait, the better it’ll be,” and he kisses Nick’s cheek again, bites softly on his earlobe.
Nick moans in response, in desperation and need, and Joe chuckles, low in his throat. He shimmies down Nick’s body and kisses his way down, sucking on Nick’s neck, leaving bruises wherever he goes. He presses his tongue firmly against Nick’s nipples, bites down on them harder than he should, and Nick’s body convulses underneath him, his breath heavy and strained. Joe smiles against Nick’s skin, trails down Nick’s abdomen, breathes against his cock without actually touching it, and Nick keens as Joe passes by it.
Finally, Joe’s kneeling on all fours at the end of the couch, and he spreads Nick’s legs, moves between them, kisses the insides of Nick’s thighs. Joe nuzzles against the skin there, licks the ridge of Nick’s pelvis, tastes salt and musk, and eventually presses his tongue against Nick’s perineum, still denying Nick’s aching cock, still denying his own.
Joe kneels under Nick and hoists him onto his thighs, forcing Nick’s legs up and spreads apart his ass cheeks. Nick quivers in anticipation, and Joe leans down, licks over Nick’s hole, lapping at the pinched flesh. Nick makes a strangled noise in his throat and grips the cushions of the couch so hard that his fingers start to hurt. Joe massages Nick’s ass, relaxing him, pressing his tongue slowly into Nick’s hole, stretching him open centimeter by centimeter. When Nick starts to rock back on Joe’s tongue, Joe offers one of his hands to Nick, and Nick sucks Joe’s fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his spit. Joe removes his fingers from Nick’s mouth and shoves one of them into Nick’s ass along with his tongue, thrusting in and out a few times, before adding another.
“Joe,” Nick pants, his voice weak. “Please,” he begs, and Joe knows what he wants and gives in. He repositions himself, hoisting Nick up higher, one hand still occupied with Nick’s ass, three fingers inside now, and the other hand he wraps around the base of Nick’s cock. Nick cries out at the contact, not even friction yet, no movement, and he bucks into Joe’s hand, fucking into the circle of Joe’s fingers. Joe keeps a tight grip and pumps Nick’s cock in the time with his fingers’ thrusts, kissing the underside of Nick’s knees, the back of Nick’s thighs.
Joe scissors his fingers inside of Nick, and no more than thirty seconds later Nick says, “C’mon, I’m ready,” and Joe doesn’t waste time removing his fingers, slipping off of Nick’s cock, freeing his hands. He leans forward and opens the drawer of the end table next to the couch, grabs a condom and the bottle of lube. He opens both, and inhales sharply as he rolls the condom onto his aching cock, smears himself with lube.
He moves back down Nick’s body and positions himself between Nick’s spread legs. He’s ready and Nick’s ready, both eager, but he can’t help but look down at Nick as he touches the head of his cock to Nick’s hole, taking in Nick’s heavy-lidded eyes, his flushed skin, his body trembling beneath him. He braces himself with one hand next to Nick’s head and cups Nick’s face with the other, not breaking eye contact. Nick reaches up to him, wraps one hand around his neck and pulls Joe down for another quick kiss; with his other hand, he touches Joe’s hand on his face, traces over Joe’s fingers and carefully removes Joe’s purity ring, before slipping off his own.
Joe looks at him, seriously, and Nicks pushes the rings into Joe’s hand, who takes them. Silence stretches between them, although only a few seconds have actually passed, before Joe pushes into Nick, one long, slow thrust, and Nick’s head snaps back into the couch as he stretches around him, and Joe exhales sharply as heat envelopes his cock.
When he’s buried all the way, he pauses and reaches up, carefully places the discarded purity rings on the end table above Nick’s head.
Relaxing into Nick’s body, Joe wraps one arm under Nick’s back, pulling Nick close to him, lifting his shoulders off of the couch, using the other for leverage as he pumps his hips, thrusting slowly into Nick, both of them rocking together, breathing each other’s air. They share open-mouthed kisses, Nick panting, Joe mumbling, “God, Nick, yes, I…God, need you, love you…” and Nick tightens his arms around Joe, burying his face into Joe’s neck, one arm moving down his back to cup his ass and push Joe harder into him, fucking him faster.
Joe picks up the pace, uses his body weight to crash into Nick with every thrust, his balls slapping smartly against Nick’s ass. Nick shifts under him and cries out the next time Joe pushes in, and Joe works to hit his prostate on every thrust. Nick’s hands slip off of Joe’s body and he fumbles for purchase, both of them sweating and sliding against each other, skin on skin and heat and friction between them.
Nick slips his hand between their bodies and pulls messily on his cock, no rhythm to be had, although he doesn’t need to do much with Joe’s body so close, rubbing against his cock every time he moves. But it’s tight and fast and it’s almost-almost-enough.
Joe’s thrusts get more erratic, more wild, and Nick rocks harder against him, silently urging him on. Joe’s mumbling again into Nick’s shoulder, and Nick pants out, “C’mon, Joe, just come already. I know you want to,” and two hard thrusts later Joe spills into the condom, biting down on Nick’s neck, muffling his cry.
He’s still rocking against Nick as he rides out his orgasm, but he hears Nick whimper, feels Nick still pulling on his cock. He reaches down between them and covers Nick’s hand with his own, jacking him off. It’s just a little bit tighter and a little bit faster, and it pushes him over the edge, and he clenches around Joe’s now-soft cock as he comes.
They’re both panting, trying to catch their breath, and Joe collapses on top of Nick and Nick doesn’t really mind. They can’t stop touching each other, still dizzy from climax, and Nick places breathy kisses to Joe’s neck and he twists his fingers in Joe’s hair, holding him close, wrapping his legs around him.
The trailer is silent and still around them, and smells heavily of sex, and as their breathing evens out they start to get uncomfortable, Nick’s come still smeared across their stomachs and chests and Nick’s limbs all but numb by now. Joe stands, throws the condom into the trash, and grabs a towel to clean them up with. Nick rises more slowly, stretching out the stiffness in his joints, and watches Joe wipe Nick’s own come off of his chest. His cock twitches feebly in interest, and he raises his eyebrow in a “Huh,” kind of way.
Joe is looking down at his stomach, placing his hand against his chest and then pulling it off, testing how sticky his skin still is. Nick smiles.
“I don’t think that towel’s gonna cut it,” he says, matter-of-factly.
“Oh, yeah?” Joe asks as he looks up at Nick, his own smiling forming at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah,” Nick confirms. “But I think a shower would probably work.”
Joe smiles fully, open and just a little bit cunning, and says, “I think I’d be willing to give it a try.”
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