New JoBros fic - I'm Not Your Next True Hollywood Story - Joe/Nick
This was supposed to have porn but instead it just has a lot of FEELINGS. WTF, SELF??
But, uhm, yeah. There is kissing and stuff! And I will have porn NEXT. PROMISE.
Anyway, it's my first jobros fic. I EXPECT MANY MORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Thanks to mediaville for, uhm, everything, I think. YOU ARE AWESOME, DARLING!
Title - I'm Not Your Next True Hollywood Story
Pairing - Joe/Nick
Rating - adult
Word Count - 1600
I'm Not Your Next True Hollywood Story
Kevin gets married on a Saturday night in December. The day starts off cold and dark, and by the time they’re ready for the ceremony the grounds outside are covered in a thick blanket of frost and snow.
Danielle is freaking out. Their mom is freaking out. Nick hasn’t seen him in a while but he figures wherever Kevin he is he’s freaking out. The guests are all calling that they’re waiting for rides or running late, and it bothers Nick that he can’t do anything about it. Can’t try and fix it. He feels trapped and useless and he’s not used to feeling either. He can’t say he likes it very much.
Someone knocks at the door - a quick tap followed by a short burst of rhythm that could only be Joe. Nick opens the door to find him dressed in his tux with a hot pink fedora on his head and a brand pair of brand new purple Converse on his feet. His tie is hanging loosely around his neck, the black satin ends dangling against the front of his shirt.
“Nice to see you dressed up for the occasion,” Nick says dryly.
Joe pushes past him and stands in the middle of Nick’s room “I think your room is bigger than mine is.” He spins in a slow circle, hands on his hips. “Yeah. It totally is.”
“I’m pretty sure the rooms here are all the same,” Nick tells him. “And if mine is bigger it’s just because Kevin likes me better.”
“Kevin doesn’t like you better.” Joe scratches his head. “He probably likes Frankie best, actually.”
“No one like Frankie best.”
“Mom does,” Joe says.
“Nah,” Nick tells him. “I'm pretty sure I'm mom's favorite too.”
Joe laughs and then goes quiet. He wanders over to the bed and starts poking around in Nick’s luggage. Nick doesn’t say anything. Just stands and waits a minute because Joe isn't quiet very often. When he is it usually means something's on his mind.
Something hot and sharp unfurls in Nicks belly and he feels his pulse kick up, the tips of his ears go warm. He thinks for a minute that this is it - that Joe is here because of him and Nick, because of them - but then Joe brushes the hair back from his face and smiles. He says, “Kevin is totally freaking out, dude,” and Nick breathes.
Kevin’s issues he can deal with for a while. It’s his own he’s been having a hard time getting a handle on lately.
*
In the end, pretty much everyone gets there despite the storm. It’s a magical, winter wonderland kind of wedding. The lights are low and even with the amount of people thyere, everything around them seems quiet. Intimate. Almost silenced by the weight of the snow outside.
Kevin is standing next to Danielle, his face flushed with color, vice cracking as he takes his vows. From where they’re standing Nick can see his hand shake when he takes Danielle’s to put the ring on her finger. Danielle says I do and then Kevin says I do and in that split second everything changes.
They’re not the three of them anymore, not really. Whatever they had - good or bad - is different now, and it’s only going to change more and more as time goes on.
Next to him, Nick can hear Joe take a breath. He feels Joe lean against his side; the warm press of his shoulder against Nicks, and right there in the middle of his brother’s wedding, Nick reaches out and brushes his fingers against the palm of Joe’s hand.
*
Sometimes, Nick thinks that he didn’t really realize what it would actually mean to be on tour without Joe.
Because it’s fine. It’s good. He wakes up every morning and plays his guitar and works on his songs. He watches the news and reads the paper. He eats breakfast and showers and picks out what he going to wear that day.
His life is normal for him. He loves it.
But it’s not the same. It’s not Joe going for his morning run, then coming back and rubbing his sweaty head against Nick’s face and neck when he gets home. It’s not Joe picking up on what Nick’s writing and harmonizing with him right on cue when Nick is ready to say forget it and trash something he thought wasn’t working. It’s not Joe eating the food off his plate, and stealing Nick’s towels from the shower, and making fun of Nick’s shirt and tie when Joe himself is dressed in a gold sequined vest and hot pink sunglasses.
It’s just not the same, and when Nick looks out into the audience that night and sees Joe beaming and proud from the crowd instead of standing right next to him, Nick feels happy and sad all at once, the feelings mashing up inside him.
He’s excited, yeah, but part of him misses Joe, wants Joe, and Nick has no idea what he’s going to do about that.
*
Joe goes to L.A. and sends Nick a picture of himself every morning on his phone. One day he’s wearing a straw hat and bright red glasses. The next day his hair is standing up in little spikes all over his head and his stubble is half-grown in. The day after that he’s wearing a backward baseball cap and there’s nothing else special about him, except for his eyes, and his smile, and the small letters lit up at the bottom of his screen:
miss you, dude
Nick thinks that’s his favorite message yet.
*
Joe goes to the movies and calls Nick to tell him how Denzel is his new hero. How he’s serious this time - no really - and wants to take heavy-duty acting lessons. Maybe get as good as Denzel is one day.
Joe goes out with his friends and has parties and gets a Twitter. Nick goes from city to city and does his shows, writing songs and recording them to play for Joe later, when he can see him again. They talk on the phone and email and tweet back and forth about everything under the sun as if they’re not thousands of miles apart for the first time in longer than Nick can remember.
Nick misses Joe every day. Every minute that he wakes up and realizes Joe isn’t there - that he isn’t down the hall or in the next room or taking up the empty space on the side of Nick’s bed - he feels a sharp pain and has to take a deep breath remind himself that it’s only temporary. That Joe isn’t actually all that far away.
Nick tells himself this is stupid. He’s being stupid. That Nick has his tour and his band and so many things - everything in the world going on right now. The last thing he needs to be doing is sitting around, thinking about Joe and what Joe is doing every day and night that Nick isn’t there.
Nick is in Detroit that night and he’s on. He’s great. Everyone notices it and Nick just smiles, ducks his head, and doesn’t tell anyone it’s because he called Joe before he went on and played the entire show for Joe who was on the other end of the phone in his pocket.
*
Their life isn’t easy. Nick knows this. He knows that Kevin is already moving on, doing his own thing and that it’s going to be weird thinking about them as four. Three brothers and a sister.
Nick knows the rate of success for people that have been in his position before. He knows the ways they’ve failed. He knows what he should do and what he shouldn’t and that there’s just as much of a chance that in ten years from now he can be either as big as the president or just as unknown and washed up as any other child star that’s ever been out there.
Nick knows what history tells him, and he’s not going to buy it. He’s going to be smart now, and work as hard as he can, and he’s going to get what he wants. One day people are going so ask what was so special about Nick Jonas and he’s going to smile, and wave, and tell them it was all hard work and their family and his brothers. Always his brothers.
*
“Nick. You sure about this?”
Joe’s face is flushed, his pupils blown dark and wide. They’re in L.A. for Nick’s final shows, and after a nice, normal dinner out Nick had Joe come back to the hotel with him and pressed his lips against Joe’s throat the minute the door closed.
“I missed you, Joe. Yeah,” Nick tells him, as he kisses Joe’s mouth.
Joe kisses Nick like he’s dying, like he’s starving for it. His fingers twist in Nick’s shirt, yanking him closer, eating at his mouth and touching his back and chest and face.
“I wasn’t sure with you gone and all what was going on,” Joe says. “You know. With this.”
Nick thinks about all the things he should and shouldn’t do. The way he should act. The way he should behave. Then he looks at Joe’s face and knows that nothing - none of it is worth it if in the end he has to do it by himself. Nothing it worth as much as having Joe, Nick realizes now. It makes everything a lot more clear in his mind.
“I think this is just us,” Nick tells him. “I think this is it.”
-end-
But, uhm, yeah. There is kissing and stuff! And I will have porn NEXT. PROMISE.
Anyway, it's my first jobros fic. I EXPECT MANY MORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Thanks to mediaville for, uhm, everything, I think. YOU ARE AWESOME, DARLING!
Title - I'm Not Your Next True Hollywood Story
Pairing - Joe/Nick
Rating - adult
Word Count - 1600
I'm Not Your Next True Hollywood Story
Kevin gets married on a Saturday night in December. The day starts off cold and dark, and by the time they’re ready for the ceremony the grounds outside are covered in a thick blanket of frost and snow.
Danielle is freaking out. Their mom is freaking out. Nick hasn’t seen him in a while but he figures wherever Kevin he is he’s freaking out. The guests are all calling that they’re waiting for rides or running late, and it bothers Nick that he can’t do anything about it. Can’t try and fix it. He feels trapped and useless and he’s not used to feeling either. He can’t say he likes it very much.
Someone knocks at the door - a quick tap followed by a short burst of rhythm that could only be Joe. Nick opens the door to find him dressed in his tux with a hot pink fedora on his head and a brand pair of brand new purple Converse on his feet. His tie is hanging loosely around his neck, the black satin ends dangling against the front of his shirt.
“Nice to see you dressed up for the occasion,” Nick says dryly.
Joe pushes past him and stands in the middle of Nick’s room “I think your room is bigger than mine is.” He spins in a slow circle, hands on his hips. “Yeah. It totally is.”
“I’m pretty sure the rooms here are all the same,” Nick tells him. “And if mine is bigger it’s just because Kevin likes me better.”
“Kevin doesn’t like you better.” Joe scratches his head. “He probably likes Frankie best, actually.”
“No one like Frankie best.”
“Mom does,” Joe says.
“Nah,” Nick tells him. “I'm pretty sure I'm mom's favorite too.”
Joe laughs and then goes quiet. He wanders over to the bed and starts poking around in Nick’s luggage. Nick doesn’t say anything. Just stands and waits a minute because Joe isn't quiet very often. When he is it usually means something's on his mind.
Something hot and sharp unfurls in Nicks belly and he feels his pulse kick up, the tips of his ears go warm. He thinks for a minute that this is it - that Joe is here because of him and Nick, because of them - but then Joe brushes the hair back from his face and smiles. He says, “Kevin is totally freaking out, dude,” and Nick breathes.
Kevin’s issues he can deal with for a while. It’s his own he’s been having a hard time getting a handle on lately.
*
In the end, pretty much everyone gets there despite the storm. It’s a magical, winter wonderland kind of wedding. The lights are low and even with the amount of people thyere, everything around them seems quiet. Intimate. Almost silenced by the weight of the snow outside.
Kevin is standing next to Danielle, his face flushed with color, vice cracking as he takes his vows. From where they’re standing Nick can see his hand shake when he takes Danielle’s to put the ring on her finger. Danielle says I do and then Kevin says I do and in that split second everything changes.
They’re not the three of them anymore, not really. Whatever they had - good or bad - is different now, and it’s only going to change more and more as time goes on.
Next to him, Nick can hear Joe take a breath. He feels Joe lean against his side; the warm press of his shoulder against Nicks, and right there in the middle of his brother’s wedding, Nick reaches out and brushes his fingers against the palm of Joe’s hand.
*
Sometimes, Nick thinks that he didn’t really realize what it would actually mean to be on tour without Joe.
Because it’s fine. It’s good. He wakes up every morning and plays his guitar and works on his songs. He watches the news and reads the paper. He eats breakfast and showers and picks out what he going to wear that day.
His life is normal for him. He loves it.
But it’s not the same. It’s not Joe going for his morning run, then coming back and rubbing his sweaty head against Nick’s face and neck when he gets home. It’s not Joe picking up on what Nick’s writing and harmonizing with him right on cue when Nick is ready to say forget it and trash something he thought wasn’t working. It’s not Joe eating the food off his plate, and stealing Nick’s towels from the shower, and making fun of Nick’s shirt and tie when Joe himself is dressed in a gold sequined vest and hot pink sunglasses.
It’s just not the same, and when Nick looks out into the audience that night and sees Joe beaming and proud from the crowd instead of standing right next to him, Nick feels happy and sad all at once, the feelings mashing up inside him.
He’s excited, yeah, but part of him misses Joe, wants Joe, and Nick has no idea what he’s going to do about that.
*
Joe goes to L.A. and sends Nick a picture of himself every morning on his phone. One day he’s wearing a straw hat and bright red glasses. The next day his hair is standing up in little spikes all over his head and his stubble is half-grown in. The day after that he’s wearing a backward baseball cap and there’s nothing else special about him, except for his eyes, and his smile, and the small letters lit up at the bottom of his screen:
miss you, dude
Nick thinks that’s his favorite message yet.
*
Joe goes to the movies and calls Nick to tell him how Denzel is his new hero. How he’s serious this time - no really - and wants to take heavy-duty acting lessons. Maybe get as good as Denzel is one day.
Joe goes out with his friends and has parties and gets a Twitter. Nick goes from city to city and does his shows, writing songs and recording them to play for Joe later, when he can see him again. They talk on the phone and email and tweet back and forth about everything under the sun as if they’re not thousands of miles apart for the first time in longer than Nick can remember.
Nick misses Joe every day. Every minute that he wakes up and realizes Joe isn’t there - that he isn’t down the hall or in the next room or taking up the empty space on the side of Nick’s bed - he feels a sharp pain and has to take a deep breath remind himself that it’s only temporary. That Joe isn’t actually all that far away.
Nick tells himself this is stupid. He’s being stupid. That Nick has his tour and his band and so many things - everything in the world going on right now. The last thing he needs to be doing is sitting around, thinking about Joe and what Joe is doing every day and night that Nick isn’t there.
Nick is in Detroit that night and he’s on. He’s great. Everyone notices it and Nick just smiles, ducks his head, and doesn’t tell anyone it’s because he called Joe before he went on and played the entire show for Joe who was on the other end of the phone in his pocket.
*
Their life isn’t easy. Nick knows this. He knows that Kevin is already moving on, doing his own thing and that it’s going to be weird thinking about them as four. Three brothers and a sister.
Nick knows the rate of success for people that have been in his position before. He knows the ways they’ve failed. He knows what he should do and what he shouldn’t and that there’s just as much of a chance that in ten years from now he can be either as big as the president or just as unknown and washed up as any other child star that’s ever been out there.
Nick knows what history tells him, and he’s not going to buy it. He’s going to be smart now, and work as hard as he can, and he’s going to get what he wants. One day people are going so ask what was so special about Nick Jonas and he’s going to smile, and wave, and tell them it was all hard work and their family and his brothers. Always his brothers.
*
“Nick. You sure about this?”
Joe’s face is flushed, his pupils blown dark and wide. They’re in L.A. for Nick’s final shows, and after a nice, normal dinner out Nick had Joe come back to the hotel with him and pressed his lips against Joe’s throat the minute the door closed.
“I missed you, Joe. Yeah,” Nick tells him, as he kisses Joe’s mouth.
Joe kisses Nick like he’s dying, like he’s starving for it. His fingers twist in Nick’s shirt, yanking him closer, eating at his mouth and touching his back and chest and face.
“I wasn’t sure with you gone and all what was going on,” Joe says. “You know. With this.”
Nick thinks about all the things he should and shouldn’t do. The way he should act. The way he should behave. Then he looks at Joe’s face and knows that nothing - none of it is worth it if in the end he has to do it by himself. Nothing it worth as much as having Joe, Nick realizes now. It makes everything a lot more clear in his mind.
“I think this is just us,” Nick tells him. “I think this is it.”
-end-