Burnin' Up For You, Baby
Title: Burnin’ Up For You, Baby
Bandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: High heels, red dress, all by yourself, I gotta catch my breath.
Warnings: Slash, incest, cross-dressing.
A/N: Dedicated to sillyfax and likecharity.
Wordcount: 3,878. NINE pages! Good God.
It was a nice day, just on the warm side of hot with a nice cool breeze that smelt of a salt and sea. Nick was enjoying just being outside, despite the fact that his feet hurt a little from all the walking and he was weighted down with shopping bags. He wasn’t the only one; Joe was carrying even more than he was and poor Rob… Selena and Demi, who had dragged them out in the first place, only carried their purses.
Nick didn’t understand girls, but he figured the first lesson was girls were pushy, bossy, and freaking lazy.
“Let’s go in this one,” Joe suggested, gesturing to a tiny thrift store that looked right up his alley. Nick rolled his eyes; Joe loved shopping.
He let himself be drug in, regardless, and aimlessly wandered while Joe headed directly to the shoes and Demi and Selena started flipping through dresses. Rob hung out near the door, keeping an eye on Nick but a sharper one on Joe since Joe had a tendency to slip away and then get mobbed by girls.
“Nick!” Selena giggled, gesturing him over. Eyebrow cocked, he twisted his way through the small aisles and over to the girls. “Nickyyyyyyyy.”
“What?” Nick huffed, a little annoyed.
“This would look just awesome on you,” Selena gushed. She held up a red dress and wiggled her eyebrows.
Nick rolled his eyes and poked her in the rib, “It’d show off my killer legs, right?”
Nick would have been able to forget the moment, if he hadn’t turned and noticed Joe, who was watching intently, eyes dark and bottom lip caught between his perfectly white teeth. Nick couldn’t breathe for a moment, frozen in the heat of Joe’s gaze, but then Demi shoved between them.
“Joseph, wouldn’t Nick look amazing in this? Tell him.”
Joe’s lips curled into a smirk and Nick felt suddenly warm and flush. “Oh, yah, Nicky. You’d look…” Joe paused and Nick licked his lips, “Like the girl you really are.”
Joe laughed along with the girls when Nick’s mouth dropped open in shock. He got over it quickly, narrowing his eyes at Joe and silently promising retribution. Knowing Joe, he was probably looking forward to it.
Joe bought a few things but everyone else left empty handed and Rob, sounding a bit worn out, finally said it was time to head back to the Jonas household.
That night, though. Nick thought about Joe and red dresses and the heat of Joe’s dark gaze. He jerked himself off furiously and bit his lip to keep from crying out his brother’s name.
Everything changed after that. Well, not everything. Actually, mostly nothing changed. Nick was still Nick, Joe was still Joe, and everyone around them was either oblivious or pretended to be.
It had been almost a week and Nick had lost a bet with Frankie and was stuck wearing a bright pink feather boa around the whole day. It was glittery and tickled his neck and chin and Frankie was looking far too smug for an eight-year-old. It all together wasn’t fair.
Nick ran into Joe in the hall, watched his eyes go from laughing to dark in seconds, and shivered. Before he could blink, he was pressed up against the wall, Joe’s breath hot against his ear and his voice low and husky. “Such a pretty girl.”
Nick gave a full body shudder and his hips bucked. Joe laughed, nipped at his earlobe, and then he was gone, stomping down the stairs and announcing loudly that he was bored and hungry and, hey, Mom, can you make me a grilled cheese.
Joe, Nick decided as he adjusted himself in his too-tight and currently even-tighter-than-usual jeans, was a fucking asshole.
The fact of the matter was that Nick couldn’t stop thinking about it. He blamed Joe, mostly, but also Selena and Demi for putting it in Joe’s mind (and, by default, Nick’s) in the first place.
Biting his lip, feeling awkward and unsure and guilty, Nick settled himself in front of his laptop. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table for a moment before cracking it open and booting it up. For the moment, he was home alone aside from Joe, who was upstairs sleeping, and Kevin, who was having private time with his guitars.
It was now or never.
Google was probably his best bet, and he clicked on the search engine. He typed the word in slowly, letter by letter. Cross-dressing.
The results were overwhelming and he slammed the screen down and went into the kitchen for something to drink. His mouth had gone dry. He snagged two cans of Diet Coke and settled back in front of the computer. Cracking one open and taking a long swallow, he gathered his courage and opened the laptop again.
The first result was a Wikipedia page. Usually, Nick wasn’t one for Wikipedia but, desperate times. He clicked on the link. He was on the page for about a minute before he concluded it was crap. Back to Google.
After an hour of surfing, Nick came to the conclusion that the internet had failed him. There was absolutely nothing available for teenage boys with sudden urges to wear dresses for their older brother. Nick shut his laptop down and sat back with a huff, crossing his arms in disgust.
Now what?
“Nick, dude,” Kevin came around the corner, his sudden appearance startling Nick. The younger Jonas jumped, slipping sideways off his chair. Kevin quirked his eyebrow and chuckled low in his throat, “Dude, we don’t need another Danger in the family.”
Nick fought back the urge to blush as he stood up and glared, “Shut up. You just started me, is all.”
“You want pizza?” Kevin moved past him, into the kitchen. “Mom and Dad aren’t gonna be back until late.”
“Sure, yah.”
“Cool.”
Nick all but ran from the room, stomped up the stairs and threw himself on his bed and decided that he’s never going to think about dresses again because, really, Joe was a freak but he wasn’t that big of a freak and Nick’s always been the sane one, anyway.
Nick’s self control was, clearly, not what it used to be.
He claimed he wasn’t feeling well, which made his mother fuss for a bit but he promised to drink some juice, check his levels, and take it easy. Joe tried to worm his way into staying home, too, but their dad put his foot down and Joe shuffled out after Kevin to do whatever it was their mother wanted them all to do that Nick hadn’t been paying attention to in the first place.
Nick waited, pacing around the house until he was sure that Joe hadn’t forgotten something, that his mom wasn’t going to come back and insist he go to the doctor’s, or any other thing that could happen wasn’t going to. When he was confident that he had the house to himself, he called Selena.
Selena was pretty awesome. There weren’t a lot of girls he knew who would walk in on Nick Jonas making out with his brother and then just burst into a fit of giggles. But, as long as Nick promised that she would forever be his best friend (which wasn’t a hard promise to make), Selena was fine with his relationship with his brother.
Therefore, Nick was relatively sure there wasn’t a lot he could do that would surprise her anymore. Which is probably why she didn’t even question him; instead she showed up at his place within the hour, armed with dresses, skirts, make up, and things that Nick had no idea the purpose of but looked vaguely dangerous.
“Who knew that Joe was so kinky?” Selena giggled as she laid out her supplies across Nick’s bed. He fidgeted for a moment, looking out the window in a paranoid fashion, and then locked his bedroom door. Selena rolled her eyes. “No one is even home, Nicky.”
“So, shut up. I don’t want to be… interrupted.”
“Try on the blue one, pretty boy.”
“I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Nick pouted, “If all you do is make fun of me.”
“Sorry,” Selena shrugged unabashedly, “But you make it too easy. Now, come on. Blue one first.”
Nick huffed but tugged his shirt over his head and started to undo his jeans. Selena whistled and Nick glared at her. Laughing, she turned away.
“You’re about to put on a dress and you’re concerned about privacy? You’re a weird one, Nicholas.”
Nick groaned, “I really hate you.”
“Of course you do.”
Nick fumbled with the dress, catching the hem under one armpit. He growled and tugged at it until it was situated correctly. He sighed, “Okay. You can turn around.”
Selena whistled, low. “Damn. You, Nick Jonas, are one hot dude in a dress.”
Nick looked down at himself and rolled his eyes. He didn’t really see what was so great. The material pulled tight across his chest, showing off muscles where breasts would usually be. The dress hung awkwardly from his narrow hips and skimmed his knees, the light hair from his legs catching the light and making Nick wince. Why on earth did Joe think this was sexy?
“I don’t get it.” Nick finally said, frowning. “I look horrible.”
“Well, okay. You could use some work. But I have some ideas.”
Nick wasn’t sure if he liked the look in Selena’s eyes or not. “Sel?”
She picked up a tube of lipstick and grinned, “Yah?”
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Shut up and pucker up.”
Crap, Nick thought.
Selena hung around for a couple of hours before she kissed his cheek and winked, heading out the door and leaving Nick to his own devices. He quickly hid the dresses deep into his closet, thanking the fact that he had enough clothes to hide them well, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. His frowned, pacing the length of his room. Selena had insisted he shave his legs (which had been a very odd experience he never wanted to endure again) and the denim was harsh and scratchy against his sensitive flesh. No, definitely never doing that again.
The silence of the house was suddenly broken, Joe’s loud laughter echoing up the stairs mixed with Frankie’s excited chatter. Nick could hear his mother yell at Kevin for putting his shoes on the furniture, followed by their father’s deeper voice, “Joe, would you just settle down!”
Someone -Joe, Nick knew -stomped heavily up the stairs, feet falling hard and echoing. Joe swung into his room, grinning and beaming so much his cheeks had to hurt, and fell onto Nick’s bed. “Hey, Nicky. We’re baa-aack.”
Nick let the corner of his mouth upturn into a smirk. “So I see.”
Joe stuck his tongue out playfully and stretched out, absently kicking his shoes off onto the floor with two echoing thumps. He flopped over onto his stomach and pulled one of Nick’s pillows under his cheek, pressing his face into the soft fabric. “Smells like you.”
Nick couldn’t help the smile, honest and true in a manner he didn’t often express anymore, that spread. He joined Joe on the bed, snuggling close when Joe shifted onto his side and draped an arm across his ribs. He pressed his face against Joe’s neck, kissing the skin lightly, and sighed blissfully.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” Joe asked, voice already slurring sleepily.
Nick twisted, wiggling a hand up to brush Joe’s hair out of his face. “Yah… I’ll tell Mom you just crashed. She’ll be cool with it.”
“Always is.”
Nick watched Joe’s face go lax, his body releasing all the stress he held during the day, holding it all in and putting on a brave face and pretending nothing in the world bothered him when it bothered him more than anyone realized, maybe even more than Nick realized.
As he watched, eyes taking in everything he could, he let his mind wonder, trying to plan. Eventually, he grinned and slipped out of Joe’s arms. He ran downstairs, kissed his mother goodnight and let her know that Joe’d fallen asleep in his room.
She frowned, “Where are you planning on sleeping?”
Nick shrugged, “Figured I’d just shove him over or something.”
“Nicholas,” Nick looked over at his father, eyebrows raised, “Don’t you think you and Joe are getting a little… old to share a bed?”
Nick faltered for a moment before shrugging, “He just crashed out… He’s been really tired lately, so I thought I’d just let him sleep.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and sleep in Joe’s bed, then.”
“Have you been in Joe’s room lately?” Nick tried to joke, despite the way his palms had started to sweat, “It’s a mess and his sheets stink. It’s not a big deal, really… Is it?”
“No,” his mother sighed, “I don’t suppose it is.”
“I’m, uh. I’m really beat. G’night.”
“Sweet dreams, Nicky.”
Nick hurried up the stairs, locked the door behind him, and lent against it. It might have been a sign to not go further with his plans… But it was now or never.
Nick started stripping.
He woke Joe with soft kisses, stroking his thumb along Joe’s chin. Joe mumbled, shifted, and cracked open his eyes. And then bolted upright, eyes widening dramatically.
“Jesus Christ, Nick?”
Nick blushed, shifting off the bed so that he could stand. “Did, um. Did I do it right?”
He felt weird, uncomfortable, and put on display. But he was on display, for Joe. Selena had given him a red dress to wear. It didn’t fit him like it would a girl: his shoulders were too broad, the neckline swooped low with nothing to show off, his hips weren’t round enough to make it flattering… Everything was just so wrong.
But Joe… Joe was staring, eyes scanning him slowly, eyes darkening. He liked Nick like this. His eyes scanned lower, eyebrows shooting up as he took notice of Nick’s clean-shaven legs and then threatening to disappear into his hairline. “Heels? Heels, Nick?”
Nick nodded, jerkily. “Yah. Um. Selena thought I should.”
“You talked to Selena about this?”
“Who do you think I got the dress from?”
Joe caught Nick by the hand and dragged him onto the bed, his other hand rising to grip Nick’s thigh as the hem of Nick’s skirt slipped down, barely covering him. “So fucking hot, Nicky… So fucking hot.”
Nick blushed and looked down, at Joe’s hand on his thigh. Joe’s skin was darker than his, more golden. He bit his lip against a moan.
“Joe?”
“What, baby?”
“Did I do it right?” Nick repeated his earlier question.
“You did it perfect,” Joe murmured, his lips brushing against Nick’s neck, nothing more than a light tease. Nick dropped his head back obediently to the unspoken demand, arching his neck in an offering. Joe nipped lightly at the straining muscle. “Always so perfect for me.”
Nick whined, a keening sound that ripped from his throat. Joe’s hand, still wrapped around his wrist, twisted so that he could twist Nick’s other wrist and then he pinned them both over his head. His other hand slid higher up Nick’s thigh, beneath the skirt to grip his hip, thumb pressed along the sharp curve of bone.
From the time Nick had turned fourteen, he and Joe had had this… They knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own, had done everything except break that vow. They’d never technically had sex, but as good as. Nick wondered if maybe he was pushing Joe too far, if Joe would stop giving a shit about the rings that lay heavy against their skin in a constant reminder, if Joe would stop… stopping. Nick wasn’t sure he wanted him to anymore.
“So beautiful, Nick. Knew you would be.” Joe’s voice was dropping, losing the hint of sleep and becoming that low, husky murmur that sounded dark and dirty and made Nick shudder.
Nick pushed, just slightly, against Joe’s hand, not really trying to break free but testing all the same. Joe growled and tightened his grip, pressing Nick’s hands into the mattress almost painfully. Nick’s eyes slipped shut and he arched his back, pressing himself against Joe and moaning low and quiet from the back of his throat.
His eyes snapped open when Joe suddenly pulled away. “Joe, what?”
Joe shook his head, “Stay exactly how you are. Don’t move.”
Nick whimpered as Joe settled between his splayed legs. His cheek nuzzled teasingly soft against the bare flesh of Nick’s calf. Joe made a sound that was suspiciously like a purr, gliding his cheek back and forth. His light, barely-there stubble rasped along Nick’s skin and Nick shuddered, his whole body trembling helplessly. Joe kissed the inside of his knee, flicking his tongue against the crease, and then nipped at the pale flesh of Nick’s thighs, sliding Nick’s dress up higher, leaving him bare from the waist down.
Joe hummed, his nose brushing along the length of Nick’s aching erection. His cock was flushed an angry red, head already leaking, twitching every time Joe so much as breathed. “Please, Joe. God, please.”
Joe bit his thigh sharply and Nick yelped. “Don’t curse, Nicholas.”
“Fuck you,” Nick snapped, eyes narrowing.
Joe bit him again. When Nick opened his mouth again, Joe swallowed him down and whatever Nick was planning to say was lost in a long, drawn out moan. Joe sucked hard, dragging his tongue up Nick’s shaft as he pulled back, swirling it around the head and then dipping into the slit. Nick thrashed helplessly against the sheets, fingers twisting into the fabric. Joe sucked him back down his throat, swallowing a few times before backing off completely, moving to suck on Nick’s balls.
“Taste so good,” Joe muttered against his brother’s skin, licking farther and farther down. Nick’s eyes grew in size.
“Joe, what are you Oh FUCK!”
Joe chuckled, hot breath making Nick shudder again, and flicked his tongue over Nick’s tight little hole again. Nick bucked beneath him and Joe shifted, both hands grabbing his hips and holding him down. He circled the tight ring of muscle, running his tongue over and around it over and over until Nick was a panting mess, begging for something but with no real idea of what exactly he wanted. Slowly, he wiggled his tongue past the muscle, feeling Nick clench around him but encouraged by the low whine that Nick let out.
Keeping the pace teasingly slow at first, Joe fucked his tongue in and out of Nick’s body, twisting to go deeper. Nick pressed back against him, eagerly, and chanted desperately, “More, more, more, morepleaseohgodmore.”
Joe reached up with one hand, pressing three fingers directly into Nick’s mouth. The younger boy didn’t even pause, just immediately started sucking at them, slurping wetly and twisting his tongue around them. As soon as Joe was satisfied that they were wet enough, he pulled them away and slipped one up alongside his tongue.
Nick all but levitated off the bed, shaking around him. His thighs clenched around Joe’s head and Joe pulled back, laughing. “Feel good, baby?”
“Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Nick panted. Joe watched, enthralled, as he added another finger. Nick was so tight, so fucking tight around his fingers. He could just imagine what he’d feel like around his cock. His dick, trapped in the tight jeans he’d worn all day, twitched in anticipation and he groaned. He had to shake his head, force his attention back to Nick. He didn’t want to hurt him, never wanted to hurt him, but especially not with this.
Scissoring his fingers like he’d read about, Joe sucked Nick’s cock back into his mouth, trying to distract him as he added a third finger. Nick groaned. Fuck, it burnt. Too much, all too much, couldn’t possibly fit. But Joe’s mouth was hot around him, tongue flickering across his sensitive flesh, and Nick arched up into him and then rocked back onto the fingers pressing deeper and deeper into him. They brushed something Nick hadn’t even known existed and Nick suddenly had a good idea of what heaven was like. With a sharp cry, he came down Joe’s throat as Joe rubbed at the spot, not letting up as Nick sobbed in pleasure.
Feeling Nick go lax against him, Joe scurried into action. Nick blinked at him, hurt and confused, as he left the room. He was gone just long enough for Nick to start feeling cold and alone, and then he was back, kissing Nick frantically and pulling off his clothes.
“Gonna fuck you, Nick. Okay?”
Nick’s eyes were huge but he nodded, spreading his legs farther to give Joe more room. Joe squeezed lube into his palm and stroked his dick a few times, coating it thoroughly. He lined up, the head of his cock barely pressing against Nick’s loosened hole.
“Joe?” Nick was suddenly terrified, panic sparking in the pit of his stomach. Joe smiled and caught one of Nick’s hands in his own, pressing a sweet kiss to Nick’s temple.
“I got you, Nicky. It’s gonna hurt, okay? But only for a minute.”
Nick nodded and Joe pushed. And, fuck, it did hurt. Hurt like fucking hell. Nick cried out, hands going to Joe’s shoulders, where his nails bit in sharply. Joe froze, watching his face.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, shaking from holding himself back. Nick was so hot, so tight... He stroked Nick’s sweaty curls from his face, almost crying with relief when Nick shook his head.
“N-no. Keep going, please. Want you.”
Joe pushed again, not stopping until his hips were flush against Nick’s ass. He buried his face in Nick’s neck, kissing sweat-slicked skin desperately. “So hot, so tight. Feel so good, Nick, so fucking good.”
Nick groaned and wiggled his hips, “Move,” he groaned.
Joe rocked his hips, gently at first, barely moving at all. He shifted, trying to find that place that made Nick lose his mind. He had to make it good for him.
“There! Oh, God,” Nick moaned, raising his hips to meet Joe’s shallow thrusts, “Fuck, Joe. More!”
Joe was so close, so fucking close. He moved, plunging into Nick with long, hard thrusts that made Nick gasp and moan and ripple around him. Nick’s legs wrapped around him and Joe moaned as Nick’s slutty little heels bit into the back of his thighs. So close, fuck so close.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Nick chanted. Joe shifted, supporting himself with his knees and one hand so he could wrap his other around Nick’s renewed erection, stroking hard and fast, thumb swiping across the wet head. “Oh fuck JOE!”
Nick wailed as he came, clamping down hard on Joe, who couldn’t hold back anymore. Coming so hard his world went gray around the edges; Joe shuddered and shook, collapsing down on Nick, utterly spent. They laid there, panting and out of breath, until Nick gave a quiet giggle. Joe somehow found the energy to lift his head, but wasn’t capable of much more.
“What?”
“I just thought of a song.”
Joe thumped him in the face with a pillow.
Bandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: High heels, red dress, all by yourself, I gotta catch my breath.
Warnings: Slash, incest, cross-dressing.
A/N: Dedicated to sillyfax and likecharity.
Wordcount: 3,878. NINE pages! Good God.
It was a nice day, just on the warm side of hot with a nice cool breeze that smelt of a salt and sea. Nick was enjoying just being outside, despite the fact that his feet hurt a little from all the walking and he was weighted down with shopping bags. He wasn’t the only one; Joe was carrying even more than he was and poor Rob… Selena and Demi, who had dragged them out in the first place, only carried their purses.
Nick didn’t understand girls, but he figured the first lesson was girls were pushy, bossy, and freaking lazy.
“Let’s go in this one,” Joe suggested, gesturing to a tiny thrift store that looked right up his alley. Nick rolled his eyes; Joe loved shopping.
He let himself be drug in, regardless, and aimlessly wandered while Joe headed directly to the shoes and Demi and Selena started flipping through dresses. Rob hung out near the door, keeping an eye on Nick but a sharper one on Joe since Joe had a tendency to slip away and then get mobbed by girls.
“Nick!” Selena giggled, gesturing him over. Eyebrow cocked, he twisted his way through the small aisles and over to the girls. “Nickyyyyyyyy.”
“What?” Nick huffed, a little annoyed.
“This would look just awesome on you,” Selena gushed. She held up a red dress and wiggled her eyebrows.
Nick rolled his eyes and poked her in the rib, “It’d show off my killer legs, right?”
Nick would have been able to forget the moment, if he hadn’t turned and noticed Joe, who was watching intently, eyes dark and bottom lip caught between his perfectly white teeth. Nick couldn’t breathe for a moment, frozen in the heat of Joe’s gaze, but then Demi shoved between them.
“Joseph, wouldn’t Nick look amazing in this? Tell him.”
Joe’s lips curled into a smirk and Nick felt suddenly warm and flush. “Oh, yah, Nicky. You’d look…” Joe paused and Nick licked his lips, “Like the girl you really are.”
Joe laughed along with the girls when Nick’s mouth dropped open in shock. He got over it quickly, narrowing his eyes at Joe and silently promising retribution. Knowing Joe, he was probably looking forward to it.
Joe bought a few things but everyone else left empty handed and Rob, sounding a bit worn out, finally said it was time to head back to the Jonas household.
That night, though. Nick thought about Joe and red dresses and the heat of Joe’s dark gaze. He jerked himself off furiously and bit his lip to keep from crying out his brother’s name.
Everything changed after that. Well, not everything. Actually, mostly nothing changed. Nick was still Nick, Joe was still Joe, and everyone around them was either oblivious or pretended to be.
It had been almost a week and Nick had lost a bet with Frankie and was stuck wearing a bright pink feather boa around the whole day. It was glittery and tickled his neck and chin and Frankie was looking far too smug for an eight-year-old. It all together wasn’t fair.
Nick ran into Joe in the hall, watched his eyes go from laughing to dark in seconds, and shivered. Before he could blink, he was pressed up against the wall, Joe’s breath hot against his ear and his voice low and husky. “Such a pretty girl.”
Nick gave a full body shudder and his hips bucked. Joe laughed, nipped at his earlobe, and then he was gone, stomping down the stairs and announcing loudly that he was bored and hungry and, hey, Mom, can you make me a grilled cheese.
Joe, Nick decided as he adjusted himself in his too-tight and currently even-tighter-than-usual jeans, was a fucking asshole.
The fact of the matter was that Nick couldn’t stop thinking about it. He blamed Joe, mostly, but also Selena and Demi for putting it in Joe’s mind (and, by default, Nick’s) in the first place.
Biting his lip, feeling awkward and unsure and guilty, Nick settled himself in front of his laptop. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table for a moment before cracking it open and booting it up. For the moment, he was home alone aside from Joe, who was upstairs sleeping, and Kevin, who was having private time with his guitars.
It was now or never.
Google was probably his best bet, and he clicked on the search engine. He typed the word in slowly, letter by letter. Cross-dressing.
The results were overwhelming and he slammed the screen down and went into the kitchen for something to drink. His mouth had gone dry. He snagged two cans of Diet Coke and settled back in front of the computer. Cracking one open and taking a long swallow, he gathered his courage and opened the laptop again.
The first result was a Wikipedia page. Usually, Nick wasn’t one for Wikipedia but, desperate times. He clicked on the link. He was on the page for about a minute before he concluded it was crap. Back to Google.
After an hour of surfing, Nick came to the conclusion that the internet had failed him. There was absolutely nothing available for teenage boys with sudden urges to wear dresses for their older brother. Nick shut his laptop down and sat back with a huff, crossing his arms in disgust.
Now what?
“Nick, dude,” Kevin came around the corner, his sudden appearance startling Nick. The younger Jonas jumped, slipping sideways off his chair. Kevin quirked his eyebrow and chuckled low in his throat, “Dude, we don’t need another Danger in the family.”
Nick fought back the urge to blush as he stood up and glared, “Shut up. You just started me, is all.”
“You want pizza?” Kevin moved past him, into the kitchen. “Mom and Dad aren’t gonna be back until late.”
“Sure, yah.”
“Cool.”
Nick all but ran from the room, stomped up the stairs and threw himself on his bed and decided that he’s never going to think about dresses again because, really, Joe was a freak but he wasn’t that big of a freak and Nick’s always been the sane one, anyway.
Nick’s self control was, clearly, not what it used to be.
He claimed he wasn’t feeling well, which made his mother fuss for a bit but he promised to drink some juice, check his levels, and take it easy. Joe tried to worm his way into staying home, too, but their dad put his foot down and Joe shuffled out after Kevin to do whatever it was their mother wanted them all to do that Nick hadn’t been paying attention to in the first place.
Nick waited, pacing around the house until he was sure that Joe hadn’t forgotten something, that his mom wasn’t going to come back and insist he go to the doctor’s, or any other thing that could happen wasn’t going to. When he was confident that he had the house to himself, he called Selena.
Selena was pretty awesome. There weren’t a lot of girls he knew who would walk in on Nick Jonas making out with his brother and then just burst into a fit of giggles. But, as long as Nick promised that she would forever be his best friend (which wasn’t a hard promise to make), Selena was fine with his relationship with his brother.
Therefore, Nick was relatively sure there wasn’t a lot he could do that would surprise her anymore. Which is probably why she didn’t even question him; instead she showed up at his place within the hour, armed with dresses, skirts, make up, and things that Nick had no idea the purpose of but looked vaguely dangerous.
“Who knew that Joe was so kinky?” Selena giggled as she laid out her supplies across Nick’s bed. He fidgeted for a moment, looking out the window in a paranoid fashion, and then locked his bedroom door. Selena rolled her eyes. “No one is even home, Nicky.”
“So, shut up. I don’t want to be… interrupted.”
“Try on the blue one, pretty boy.”
“I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Nick pouted, “If all you do is make fun of me.”
“Sorry,” Selena shrugged unabashedly, “But you make it too easy. Now, come on. Blue one first.”
Nick huffed but tugged his shirt over his head and started to undo his jeans. Selena whistled and Nick glared at her. Laughing, she turned away.
“You’re about to put on a dress and you’re concerned about privacy? You’re a weird one, Nicholas.”
Nick groaned, “I really hate you.”
“Of course you do.”
Nick fumbled with the dress, catching the hem under one armpit. He growled and tugged at it until it was situated correctly. He sighed, “Okay. You can turn around.”
Selena whistled, low. “Damn. You, Nick Jonas, are one hot dude in a dress.”
Nick looked down at himself and rolled his eyes. He didn’t really see what was so great. The material pulled tight across his chest, showing off muscles where breasts would usually be. The dress hung awkwardly from his narrow hips and skimmed his knees, the light hair from his legs catching the light and making Nick wince. Why on earth did Joe think this was sexy?
“I don’t get it.” Nick finally said, frowning. “I look horrible.”
“Well, okay. You could use some work. But I have some ideas.”
Nick wasn’t sure if he liked the look in Selena’s eyes or not. “Sel?”
She picked up a tube of lipstick and grinned, “Yah?”
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Shut up and pucker up.”
Crap, Nick thought.
Selena hung around for a couple of hours before she kissed his cheek and winked, heading out the door and leaving Nick to his own devices. He quickly hid the dresses deep into his closet, thanking the fact that he had enough clothes to hide them well, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. His frowned, pacing the length of his room. Selena had insisted he shave his legs (which had been a very odd experience he never wanted to endure again) and the denim was harsh and scratchy against his sensitive flesh. No, definitely never doing that again.
The silence of the house was suddenly broken, Joe’s loud laughter echoing up the stairs mixed with Frankie’s excited chatter. Nick could hear his mother yell at Kevin for putting his shoes on the furniture, followed by their father’s deeper voice, “Joe, would you just settle down!”
Someone -Joe, Nick knew -stomped heavily up the stairs, feet falling hard and echoing. Joe swung into his room, grinning and beaming so much his cheeks had to hurt, and fell onto Nick’s bed. “Hey, Nicky. We’re baa-aack.”
Nick let the corner of his mouth upturn into a smirk. “So I see.”
Joe stuck his tongue out playfully and stretched out, absently kicking his shoes off onto the floor with two echoing thumps. He flopped over onto his stomach and pulled one of Nick’s pillows under his cheek, pressing his face into the soft fabric. “Smells like you.”
Nick couldn’t help the smile, honest and true in a manner he didn’t often express anymore, that spread. He joined Joe on the bed, snuggling close when Joe shifted onto his side and draped an arm across his ribs. He pressed his face against Joe’s neck, kissing the skin lightly, and sighed blissfully.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” Joe asked, voice already slurring sleepily.
Nick twisted, wiggling a hand up to brush Joe’s hair out of his face. “Yah… I’ll tell Mom you just crashed. She’ll be cool with it.”
“Always is.”
Nick watched Joe’s face go lax, his body releasing all the stress he held during the day, holding it all in and putting on a brave face and pretending nothing in the world bothered him when it bothered him more than anyone realized, maybe even more than Nick realized.
As he watched, eyes taking in everything he could, he let his mind wonder, trying to plan. Eventually, he grinned and slipped out of Joe’s arms. He ran downstairs, kissed his mother goodnight and let her know that Joe’d fallen asleep in his room.
She frowned, “Where are you planning on sleeping?”
Nick shrugged, “Figured I’d just shove him over or something.”
“Nicholas,” Nick looked over at his father, eyebrows raised, “Don’t you think you and Joe are getting a little… old to share a bed?”
Nick faltered for a moment before shrugging, “He just crashed out… He’s been really tired lately, so I thought I’d just let him sleep.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and sleep in Joe’s bed, then.”
“Have you been in Joe’s room lately?” Nick tried to joke, despite the way his palms had started to sweat, “It’s a mess and his sheets stink. It’s not a big deal, really… Is it?”
“No,” his mother sighed, “I don’t suppose it is.”
“I’m, uh. I’m really beat. G’night.”
“Sweet dreams, Nicky.”
Nick hurried up the stairs, locked the door behind him, and lent against it. It might have been a sign to not go further with his plans… But it was now or never.
Nick started stripping.
He woke Joe with soft kisses, stroking his thumb along Joe’s chin. Joe mumbled, shifted, and cracked open his eyes. And then bolted upright, eyes widening dramatically.
“Jesus Christ, Nick?”
Nick blushed, shifting off the bed so that he could stand. “Did, um. Did I do it right?”
He felt weird, uncomfortable, and put on display. But he was on display, for Joe. Selena had given him a red dress to wear. It didn’t fit him like it would a girl: his shoulders were too broad, the neckline swooped low with nothing to show off, his hips weren’t round enough to make it flattering… Everything was just so wrong.
But Joe… Joe was staring, eyes scanning him slowly, eyes darkening. He liked Nick like this. His eyes scanned lower, eyebrows shooting up as he took notice of Nick’s clean-shaven legs and then threatening to disappear into his hairline. “Heels? Heels, Nick?”
Nick nodded, jerkily. “Yah. Um. Selena thought I should.”
“You talked to Selena about this?”
“Who do you think I got the dress from?”
Joe caught Nick by the hand and dragged him onto the bed, his other hand rising to grip Nick’s thigh as the hem of Nick’s skirt slipped down, barely covering him. “So fucking hot, Nicky… So fucking hot.”
Nick blushed and looked down, at Joe’s hand on his thigh. Joe’s skin was darker than his, more golden. He bit his lip against a moan.
“Joe?”
“What, baby?”
“Did I do it right?” Nick repeated his earlier question.
“You did it perfect,” Joe murmured, his lips brushing against Nick’s neck, nothing more than a light tease. Nick dropped his head back obediently to the unspoken demand, arching his neck in an offering. Joe nipped lightly at the straining muscle. “Always so perfect for me.”
Nick whined, a keening sound that ripped from his throat. Joe’s hand, still wrapped around his wrist, twisted so that he could twist Nick’s other wrist and then he pinned them both over his head. His other hand slid higher up Nick’s thigh, beneath the skirt to grip his hip, thumb pressed along the sharp curve of bone.
From the time Nick had turned fourteen, he and Joe had had this… They knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own, had done everything except break that vow. They’d never technically had sex, but as good as. Nick wondered if maybe he was pushing Joe too far, if Joe would stop giving a shit about the rings that lay heavy against their skin in a constant reminder, if Joe would stop… stopping. Nick wasn’t sure he wanted him to anymore.
“So beautiful, Nick. Knew you would be.” Joe’s voice was dropping, losing the hint of sleep and becoming that low, husky murmur that sounded dark and dirty and made Nick shudder.
Nick pushed, just slightly, against Joe’s hand, not really trying to break free but testing all the same. Joe growled and tightened his grip, pressing Nick’s hands into the mattress almost painfully. Nick’s eyes slipped shut and he arched his back, pressing himself against Joe and moaning low and quiet from the back of his throat.
His eyes snapped open when Joe suddenly pulled away. “Joe, what?”
Joe shook his head, “Stay exactly how you are. Don’t move.”
Nick whimpered as Joe settled between his splayed legs. His cheek nuzzled teasingly soft against the bare flesh of Nick’s calf. Joe made a sound that was suspiciously like a purr, gliding his cheek back and forth. His light, barely-there stubble rasped along Nick’s skin and Nick shuddered, his whole body trembling helplessly. Joe kissed the inside of his knee, flicking his tongue against the crease, and then nipped at the pale flesh of Nick’s thighs, sliding Nick’s dress up higher, leaving him bare from the waist down.
Joe hummed, his nose brushing along the length of Nick’s aching erection. His cock was flushed an angry red, head already leaking, twitching every time Joe so much as breathed. “Please, Joe. God, please.”
Joe bit his thigh sharply and Nick yelped. “Don’t curse, Nicholas.”
“Fuck you,” Nick snapped, eyes narrowing.
Joe bit him again. When Nick opened his mouth again, Joe swallowed him down and whatever Nick was planning to say was lost in a long, drawn out moan. Joe sucked hard, dragging his tongue up Nick’s shaft as he pulled back, swirling it around the head and then dipping into the slit. Nick thrashed helplessly against the sheets, fingers twisting into the fabric. Joe sucked him back down his throat, swallowing a few times before backing off completely, moving to suck on Nick’s balls.
“Taste so good,” Joe muttered against his brother’s skin, licking farther and farther down. Nick’s eyes grew in size.
“Joe, what are you Oh FUCK!”
Joe chuckled, hot breath making Nick shudder again, and flicked his tongue over Nick’s tight little hole again. Nick bucked beneath him and Joe shifted, both hands grabbing his hips and holding him down. He circled the tight ring of muscle, running his tongue over and around it over and over until Nick was a panting mess, begging for something but with no real idea of what exactly he wanted. Slowly, he wiggled his tongue past the muscle, feeling Nick clench around him but encouraged by the low whine that Nick let out.
Keeping the pace teasingly slow at first, Joe fucked his tongue in and out of Nick’s body, twisting to go deeper. Nick pressed back against him, eagerly, and chanted desperately, “More, more, more, morepleaseohgodmore.”
Joe reached up with one hand, pressing three fingers directly into Nick’s mouth. The younger boy didn’t even pause, just immediately started sucking at them, slurping wetly and twisting his tongue around them. As soon as Joe was satisfied that they were wet enough, he pulled them away and slipped one up alongside his tongue.
Nick all but levitated off the bed, shaking around him. His thighs clenched around Joe’s head and Joe pulled back, laughing. “Feel good, baby?”
“Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Nick panted. Joe watched, enthralled, as he added another finger. Nick was so tight, so fucking tight around his fingers. He could just imagine what he’d feel like around his cock. His dick, trapped in the tight jeans he’d worn all day, twitched in anticipation and he groaned. He had to shake his head, force his attention back to Nick. He didn’t want to hurt him, never wanted to hurt him, but especially not with this.
Scissoring his fingers like he’d read about, Joe sucked Nick’s cock back into his mouth, trying to distract him as he added a third finger. Nick groaned. Fuck, it burnt. Too much, all too much, couldn’t possibly fit. But Joe’s mouth was hot around him, tongue flickering across his sensitive flesh, and Nick arched up into him and then rocked back onto the fingers pressing deeper and deeper into him. They brushed something Nick hadn’t even known existed and Nick suddenly had a good idea of what heaven was like. With a sharp cry, he came down Joe’s throat as Joe rubbed at the spot, not letting up as Nick sobbed in pleasure.
Feeling Nick go lax against him, Joe scurried into action. Nick blinked at him, hurt and confused, as he left the room. He was gone just long enough for Nick to start feeling cold and alone, and then he was back, kissing Nick frantically and pulling off his clothes.
“Gonna fuck you, Nick. Okay?”
Nick’s eyes were huge but he nodded, spreading his legs farther to give Joe more room. Joe squeezed lube into his palm and stroked his dick a few times, coating it thoroughly. He lined up, the head of his cock barely pressing against Nick’s loosened hole.
“Joe?” Nick was suddenly terrified, panic sparking in the pit of his stomach. Joe smiled and caught one of Nick’s hands in his own, pressing a sweet kiss to Nick’s temple.
“I got you, Nicky. It’s gonna hurt, okay? But only for a minute.”
Nick nodded and Joe pushed. And, fuck, it did hurt. Hurt like fucking hell. Nick cried out, hands going to Joe’s shoulders, where his nails bit in sharply. Joe froze, watching his face.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, shaking from holding himself back. Nick was so hot, so tight... He stroked Nick’s sweaty curls from his face, almost crying with relief when Nick shook his head.
“N-no. Keep going, please. Want you.”
Joe pushed again, not stopping until his hips were flush against Nick’s ass. He buried his face in Nick’s neck, kissing sweat-slicked skin desperately. “So hot, so tight. Feel so good, Nick, so fucking good.”
Nick groaned and wiggled his hips, “Move,” he groaned.
Joe rocked his hips, gently at first, barely moving at all. He shifted, trying to find that place that made Nick lose his mind. He had to make it good for him.
“There! Oh, God,” Nick moaned, raising his hips to meet Joe’s shallow thrusts, “Fuck, Joe. More!”
Joe was so close, so fucking close. He moved, plunging into Nick with long, hard thrusts that made Nick gasp and moan and ripple around him. Nick’s legs wrapped around him and Joe moaned as Nick’s slutty little heels bit into the back of his thighs. So close, fuck so close.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Nick chanted. Joe shifted, supporting himself with his knees and one hand so he could wrap his other around Nick’s renewed erection, stroking hard and fast, thumb swiping across the wet head. “Oh fuck JOE!”
Nick wailed as he came, clamping down hard on Joe, who couldn’t hold back anymore. Coming so hard his world went gray around the edges; Joe shuddered and shook, collapsing down on Nick, utterly spent. They laid there, panting and out of breath, until Nick gave a quiet giggle. Joe somehow found the energy to lift his head, but wasn’t capable of much more.
“What?”
“I just thought of a song.”
Joe thumped him in the face with a pillow.