Hips Don't Lie. (Kevin/Joe/Nick)
When the Jonas Brothers agreed to participate in the Disney Channel Games, they made a pact to stick together, because socializing could only mean bad things happening. Of course, that plan was foiled almost immediately. As soon as they got on the bus, Selena bumped Joe out of the way to steal his seat next to Nick. Kevin just barely managed to keep him from strangling her, and only by discreetly running his fingers along his thigh as they took a seat behind them.
That first day didn’t get any better. Choosing teams had been something they were looking forward to. But, when Nick was chosen for a team that Joe and Kevin weren’t on, their moods soured immediately. They really hadn’t planned on having to do this separately. They were so excited to kick ass as the Jonas team.
That obviously wasn’t happening. Their moods could only get worse now. Everyone seemed to notice, despite the way they played up their excitement for the sake of the cameras following them everywhere. And, they didn’t even want to get started on fact that they had to share rooms with teammates. They wouldn’t have a single moment to themselves the entire time they were there. They thanked God that it was only a week.
Naturally, by the time they were scheduled to perform, they were more than ready to let off a little steam. The irritation that came with the whole situation coupled with the intense sexual frustration (It was hard to have the two people each of them found more beautiful than anyone else in the world right beside them, and to not even be able to touch them, let alone kiss, or partake in certain other pleasures with them.) was unbearable by this point, and they didn’t even want to speak to each other, nevertheless anyone else. They wanted to get out on that stage and work it out, because that was really how they solved all their problems.
So, when they took the stage, and Kevin’s guitar started those first few chords of “Burnin’ Up” even as Joe started singing, they hummed with relief, automatically better, more relaxed than they’d been in days. They wondered, each to themselves, if the people watching could see that tension leaving their muscles.
Of course, being able to push the anger out through the music didn’t account for their overwhelming need to feel each other. Naturally, they didn’t indulge that onstage, not affectionately holding onto each other or pressing against one another like they usually did, because they wouldn’t be able to stop, not right now. Instead, they discreetly teased each other.
Joe and Nick were walking toward each other; they were within a foot of each other. Joe could smell Nick, and Nick could see that look in Joe’s eye, but then they were falling back away from each other, spinning to strut to the opposite ends of the stage.
And, Kevin found himself wandering over in Joe’s direction constantly, hoping, with a pounding heart, that Joe would throw his arm across his shoulders, or simply lean in close to sing to him so that he could feel his sweet breath against his face, but Joe knew better, knew what he was doing, when he deliberately danced away in the other direction.
And, of course, Nick’s guitar bumped briefly against one of the tuning pegs on Kevin’s, causing a strange vibration, not loud enough for anyone to notice, but certainly enough to drive the older boy crazy, especially when Nick grinned devilishly and skipped back over to his microphone to sing the chorus.
But, really, it was Kevin who killed them. Joe stared at him as he slipped his pick between his teeth, holding it there as he lifted his hands over his head to clap in time with the drums, with Nick’s singing, leading the audience. Nick’s voice cracked when his hips started swaying, swiveling to the tempo, and he tried very hard to recover, but god, the way Kevin’s body was moving. It was a sin just to watch it.
Joe was so glad all he had to do was stand there and clap. He had seen Kevin dance before. He’d always been the one most willing to break out with it whenever he felt the urge to move, and it was always sexy, but this? He was doing it on purpose. He had to be.
Really, Kevin had no idea how he looked. He was just moving. His eyes were closed, and he was just going with the music. He barely even heard Nick’s voice falter. His body was desperate for something to ease the tension. His fingers came up to his lips to find his pick, and then he was moving low, lower, to the stage, knees bent, never losing the rhythm, as he strummed the next few chords.
Joe managed to pull his eyes away and dance off to the edge of the stage. Nick took a great joy in focusing closely on the strings of his guitar. They somehow managed to finish the song without anyone getting jumped … or doing the jumping for that matter.
As soon as they were back in the dressing room, Nick pushed Kevin up against the door, reaching around him to lock it, and smashed their mouths together. Kevin groaned, fisting his hand in his brother’s hair, his other hand on the small of his back, pulling him roughly against him. Their teeth and tongues collided harshly. “It’s about time.” Kevin breathed, his hand sliding down the back of his thigh, hitching him up into him, pulling their hips together.
Nick moaned. “Fuck, Kev, who knew you could move like that?” His lips left his brother’s, trailing down the side of his neck. He carefully unbuttoned Kevin’s vest and shirt, knowing he shouldn’t rip it off like he wanted to, and parted it, letting both articles slide off his shoulders and get hooked on his wrists. He stopped to trail his tongue almost lazily along his collarbone, his hands running unapologetically over his nipples, and he followed them down with his mouth, the kisses he left wet and hot on his skin. His tongue dipped into his belly button as his fingers deftly undid his belt, wasting no time pushing his pants and boxers down.
Kevin gasped at the exposure, throwing his head back, but there was Joe, turning his head to the side to kiss him, prying his lips open with his tongue to explore the warmth of his mouth. His hands traced over the muscles of his chest and stomach, pausing the massage his nipples, to rub his thumbs into his hipbones, to overall turn his knees weak.
And, as if that wasn’t enough, Nick was blowing on the tip of his cock, holding him against the door with one hand on his waist. His big brown eyes peered up into his face. “Let’s see how these hips of yours can move, Kev.” His voice was thick with lust, and then he was taking him fully into his mouth.
Joe’s kisses swallowed Kevin’s cries. The eldest boy had one hand tugging on Joe’s hair, the other gripping fiercely to Nick’s. And, Nick was moving, pulling his head back as slowly as he dared, until his lips surrounded just the tip. His eyes lifted to his brother’s face again, and he waited.
Joe broke the kiss with a sharp breath and a wet smack. “Fuck his mouth.” He ordered. “Let’s see you move those hips.”
Kevin didn’t really know whose voice he choked out, but he obeyed, his fingers tangling in Nick’s hair, holding him still, and he was thrusting in his little brother’s mouth with no thought. Joe slipped in behind him, pressing up against his back, still pushing kisses up against his skin, his hands sliding all over him. He couldn’t help himself except to grind against him, especially with him moving. “Oh, Kev,” he breathed, pulling his big brother’s head back onto his shoulder so his mouth could attack his neck with little nips and kisses that would fade in a few minutes. “Jesus, as if this all wasn’t hard enough to deal with; you’re such a fucking tease.”
“Me?” Kevin was moaning out his words, even as his hand fumbled behind him to push itself past the waistband of Joe’s pants. “You were the one that kept walking away when all I wanted you to do was touch me - oh, fuck!” Nick had just grabbed him by the hips and pulled him further into his mouth, swallowing. Joe clapped a hand over his brother’s mouth just in time to muffle his scream as he came.
Nick giggled quietly, licking his lips as he used Kevin’s arms to pull himself back up to his feet. “Well, if this sort of thing happens a lot, maybe this week won’t be so bad.” He kissed Kevin sweetly, then led him over to the couch, Joe pushing him from behind. “Now let’s put that body of yours to some good use. Hell knows hips like yours can’t be wasted on dancing.”
That first day didn’t get any better. Choosing teams had been something they were looking forward to. But, when Nick was chosen for a team that Joe and Kevin weren’t on, their moods soured immediately. They really hadn’t planned on having to do this separately. They were so excited to kick ass as the Jonas team.
That obviously wasn’t happening. Their moods could only get worse now. Everyone seemed to notice, despite the way they played up their excitement for the sake of the cameras following them everywhere. And, they didn’t even want to get started on fact that they had to share rooms with teammates. They wouldn’t have a single moment to themselves the entire time they were there. They thanked God that it was only a week.
Naturally, by the time they were scheduled to perform, they were more than ready to let off a little steam. The irritation that came with the whole situation coupled with the intense sexual frustration (It was hard to have the two people each of them found more beautiful than anyone else in the world right beside them, and to not even be able to touch them, let alone kiss, or partake in certain other pleasures with them.) was unbearable by this point, and they didn’t even want to speak to each other, nevertheless anyone else. They wanted to get out on that stage and work it out, because that was really how they solved all their problems.
So, when they took the stage, and Kevin’s guitar started those first few chords of “Burnin’ Up” even as Joe started singing, they hummed with relief, automatically better, more relaxed than they’d been in days. They wondered, each to themselves, if the people watching could see that tension leaving their muscles.
Of course, being able to push the anger out through the music didn’t account for their overwhelming need to feel each other. Naturally, they didn’t indulge that onstage, not affectionately holding onto each other or pressing against one another like they usually did, because they wouldn’t be able to stop, not right now. Instead, they discreetly teased each other.
Joe and Nick were walking toward each other; they were within a foot of each other. Joe could smell Nick, and Nick could see that look in Joe’s eye, but then they were falling back away from each other, spinning to strut to the opposite ends of the stage.
And, Kevin found himself wandering over in Joe’s direction constantly, hoping, with a pounding heart, that Joe would throw his arm across his shoulders, or simply lean in close to sing to him so that he could feel his sweet breath against his face, but Joe knew better, knew what he was doing, when he deliberately danced away in the other direction.
And, of course, Nick’s guitar bumped briefly against one of the tuning pegs on Kevin’s, causing a strange vibration, not loud enough for anyone to notice, but certainly enough to drive the older boy crazy, especially when Nick grinned devilishly and skipped back over to his microphone to sing the chorus.
But, really, it was Kevin who killed them. Joe stared at him as he slipped his pick between his teeth, holding it there as he lifted his hands over his head to clap in time with the drums, with Nick’s singing, leading the audience. Nick’s voice cracked when his hips started swaying, swiveling to the tempo, and he tried very hard to recover, but god, the way Kevin’s body was moving. It was a sin just to watch it.
Joe was so glad all he had to do was stand there and clap. He had seen Kevin dance before. He’d always been the one most willing to break out with it whenever he felt the urge to move, and it was always sexy, but this? He was doing it on purpose. He had to be.
Really, Kevin had no idea how he looked. He was just moving. His eyes were closed, and he was just going with the music. He barely even heard Nick’s voice falter. His body was desperate for something to ease the tension. His fingers came up to his lips to find his pick, and then he was moving low, lower, to the stage, knees bent, never losing the rhythm, as he strummed the next few chords.
Joe managed to pull his eyes away and dance off to the edge of the stage. Nick took a great joy in focusing closely on the strings of his guitar. They somehow managed to finish the song without anyone getting jumped … or doing the jumping for that matter.
As soon as they were back in the dressing room, Nick pushed Kevin up against the door, reaching around him to lock it, and smashed their mouths together. Kevin groaned, fisting his hand in his brother’s hair, his other hand on the small of his back, pulling him roughly against him. Their teeth and tongues collided harshly. “It’s about time.” Kevin breathed, his hand sliding down the back of his thigh, hitching him up into him, pulling their hips together.
Nick moaned. “Fuck, Kev, who knew you could move like that?” His lips left his brother’s, trailing down the side of his neck. He carefully unbuttoned Kevin’s vest and shirt, knowing he shouldn’t rip it off like he wanted to, and parted it, letting both articles slide off his shoulders and get hooked on his wrists. He stopped to trail his tongue almost lazily along his collarbone, his hands running unapologetically over his nipples, and he followed them down with his mouth, the kisses he left wet and hot on his skin. His tongue dipped into his belly button as his fingers deftly undid his belt, wasting no time pushing his pants and boxers down.
Kevin gasped at the exposure, throwing his head back, but there was Joe, turning his head to the side to kiss him, prying his lips open with his tongue to explore the warmth of his mouth. His hands traced over the muscles of his chest and stomach, pausing the massage his nipples, to rub his thumbs into his hipbones, to overall turn his knees weak.
And, as if that wasn’t enough, Nick was blowing on the tip of his cock, holding him against the door with one hand on his waist. His big brown eyes peered up into his face. “Let’s see how these hips of yours can move, Kev.” His voice was thick with lust, and then he was taking him fully into his mouth.
Joe’s kisses swallowed Kevin’s cries. The eldest boy had one hand tugging on Joe’s hair, the other gripping fiercely to Nick’s. And, Nick was moving, pulling his head back as slowly as he dared, until his lips surrounded just the tip. His eyes lifted to his brother’s face again, and he waited.
Joe broke the kiss with a sharp breath and a wet smack. “Fuck his mouth.” He ordered. “Let’s see you move those hips.”
Kevin didn’t really know whose voice he choked out, but he obeyed, his fingers tangling in Nick’s hair, holding him still, and he was thrusting in his little brother’s mouth with no thought. Joe slipped in behind him, pressing up against his back, still pushing kisses up against his skin, his hands sliding all over him. He couldn’t help himself except to grind against him, especially with him moving. “Oh, Kev,” he breathed, pulling his big brother’s head back onto his shoulder so his mouth could attack his neck with little nips and kisses that would fade in a few minutes. “Jesus, as if this all wasn’t hard enough to deal with; you’re such a fucking tease.”
“Me?” Kevin was moaning out his words, even as his hand fumbled behind him to push itself past the waistband of Joe’s pants. “You were the one that kept walking away when all I wanted you to do was touch me - oh, fuck!” Nick had just grabbed him by the hips and pulled him further into his mouth, swallowing. Joe clapped a hand over his brother’s mouth just in time to muffle his scream as he came.
Nick giggled quietly, licking his lips as he used Kevin’s arms to pull himself back up to his feet. “Well, if this sort of thing happens a lot, maybe this week won’t be so bad.” He kissed Kevin sweetly, then led him over to the couch, Joe pushing him from behind. “Now let’s put that body of yours to some good use. Hell knows hips like yours can’t be wasted on dancing.”