Fic - Joe/Nick
Quick untitled something I wrote for the JB kink meme
Joe/Nick
Hard R
900+ words
Prompt: Nick - masturbation with penetration
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.
Nick's making quiet little "uh uh" sounds, a little high and keening but he's not trying to be quiet. Joe's used to the muffled sounds, the pauses in Nick's breathing as he tries to keep Joe oblivious. It's never worked, Joe always knows when Nick's getting off, but Joe's happy to let Nick think what he wants, so long as Joe gets to keep watching.
Nick's running his free hand restlessly over his belly, clutching at his thigh, running his fingers across his collarbone, so clearly looking for something else, something more.
Joe gets a hand between him and the wall to press his palm against his dick and he rocks a little and watches as Nick reaches blindly towards the bedside table, coming away with a small, clear bottle.
Oh fuck, Joe thinks as Nick lets go of his dick long enough to spread a small amount of the liquid over his fingers, coating both hands.
Nick lets out a low, throaty sigh as he slides his slick hand back down over his cock. From his position, Joe can see the way Nick lets his thighs spread open, falling to the bed, flats of his feet almost touching.
Joe's holding his breath because there's no way he can possibly be this lucky, getting to watch openly while Nick acts out a fantasy that Joe has gotten a lot of mileage out of lately, tucked away in his bed after Nick's passed out, rubbing frantically at his dick until he comes with Nick in his head.
Nick's awkward, very clearly not used to this, maybe it's only his second or third time, Joe's not sure, he's never thought to ask, "hey Nick, you like fingers up your ass?" But Nick very clearly does, his back arching up off the bed as he slides the tip of his index finger, slow and careful, inside.
His feet flex, his thighs clench, his stomach goes concave, Nick's whole body reacting to the press of that one finger, to the wet, slick slide of his fist over his hard cock.
Joe shoves his hand down inside, gets his fingers on his cock, leaking at the tip and just holds on, hips working frantically as he watches Nick fuck himself on that one, slender finger, rocking in an obscene motion that no one Nick's age should know how to do.
Joe's going to come and he's mindless with it now, doesn't care if Nick hears him. They're both too far gone to stop at this point.
Joe wants so much more than this, is the thing, he wants to know what it tastes like, wants to lick Nick clean, taste the salt on his fingers, the sweat on his belly when he's still trying to come down.
For now, he's okay with getting this, like he's done something especially worthwhile to be deserving of something as beautiful as Nick completely falling apart, able to let go, thinking he's alone.
Joe breathes, "come on, Nick, let me see you," to himself. He can't hear anything over the roar in his own head, the beat of his pulse in his chest, hammering out his need to come.
Nick's frantic now, and Joe's trying to keep his eyes focused on Nick but it's getting more difficult now that Nick's crying out, gasping for breath and sweaty with it.
Nick tries to push a second finger into his clenching body but he doesn't get that far. He goes taut all over, hand squeezing around his dick as his hole tightens around his finger as he comes, hot wet pulses over his fist and belly that seems to completely knock the breath out of Nick.
That's all Joe needs, eyes on the way Nick's shaking a little, finger still inside, belly quivering with his come.
Joe makes an abrupt, "uhg" noise and comes into his fist, hand braced against the wall, shoulders hunched with the force of it.
Joe/Nick
Hard R
900+ words
Prompt: Nick - masturbation with penetration
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.
Nick's making quiet little "uh uh" sounds, a little high and keening but he's not trying to be quiet. Joe's used to the muffled sounds, the pauses in Nick's breathing as he tries to keep Joe oblivious. It's never worked, Joe always knows when Nick's getting off, but Joe's happy to let Nick think what he wants, so long as Joe gets to keep watching.
Nick's running his free hand restlessly over his belly, clutching at his thigh, running his fingers across his collarbone, so clearly looking for something else, something more.
Joe gets a hand between him and the wall to press his palm against his dick and he rocks a little and watches as Nick reaches blindly towards the bedside table, coming away with a small, clear bottle.
Oh fuck, Joe thinks as Nick lets go of his dick long enough to spread a small amount of the liquid over his fingers, coating both hands.
Nick lets out a low, throaty sigh as he slides his slick hand back down over his cock. From his position, Joe can see the way Nick lets his thighs spread open, falling to the bed, flats of his feet almost touching.
Joe's holding his breath because there's no way he can possibly be this lucky, getting to watch openly while Nick acts out a fantasy that Joe has gotten a lot of mileage out of lately, tucked away in his bed after Nick's passed out, rubbing frantically at his dick until he comes with Nick in his head.
Nick's awkward, very clearly not used to this, maybe it's only his second or third time, Joe's not sure, he's never thought to ask, "hey Nick, you like fingers up your ass?" But Nick very clearly does, his back arching up off the bed as he slides the tip of his index finger, slow and careful, inside.
His feet flex, his thighs clench, his stomach goes concave, Nick's whole body reacting to the press of that one finger, to the wet, slick slide of his fist over his hard cock.
Joe shoves his hand down inside, gets his fingers on his cock, leaking at the tip and just holds on, hips working frantically as he watches Nick fuck himself on that one, slender finger, rocking in an obscene motion that no one Nick's age should know how to do.
Joe's going to come and he's mindless with it now, doesn't care if Nick hears him. They're both too far gone to stop at this point.
Joe wants so much more than this, is the thing, he wants to know what it tastes like, wants to lick Nick clean, taste the salt on his fingers, the sweat on his belly when he's still trying to come down.
For now, he's okay with getting this, like he's done something especially worthwhile to be deserving of something as beautiful as Nick completely falling apart, able to let go, thinking he's alone.
Joe breathes, "come on, Nick, let me see you," to himself. He can't hear anything over the roar in his own head, the beat of his pulse in his chest, hammering out his need to come.
Nick's frantic now, and Joe's trying to keep his eyes focused on Nick but it's getting more difficult now that Nick's crying out, gasping for breath and sweaty with it.
Nick tries to push a second finger into his clenching body but he doesn't get that far. He goes taut all over, hand squeezing around his dick as his hole tightens around his finger as he comes, hot wet pulses over his fist and belly that seems to completely knock the breath out of Nick.
That's all Joe needs, eyes on the way Nick's shaking a little, finger still inside, belly quivering with his come.
Joe makes an abrupt, "uhg" noise and comes into his fist, hand braced against the wall, shoulders hunched with the force of it.