Hormonal
Title: Hormonal
Bandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Nick/Joe
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Joe thinks Nick is hormonal... which, he is
A/N: Written for for the random ass conversation we had.
Warnings: Mpreg. Hey, look. My first.
Wordcount: 585
“Nick,” Joe tried, calling softly through the wooden door separating him from his brother for what felt like the hundredth time within the past hour. He was rewarded with two consecutive thumps as something heavy -probably one of Joe’s flatirons -hit the door and then the floor. Joe sighed and dropped his head forward, not even wincing when his forehead smacked the wood harder than he had intended. “Nicky.”
“No! Fuck you! This is all your fault. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to hear you. Go the fuck away, Joseph.” Nick snarled back at him, muted through the door but still making Joe wince.
“Come on, don’t be like this. You’re just being hormonal.”
The door swung open and Joe nearly toppled into the bathroom, able to catch himself at the last minute. He looked up into his brother’s eyes, becoming nervous at the piercing, narrowed gaze leveled upon him. Nick’s ears and cheeks were flushed an angry red, his lips curled into a snarl. He was not a happy Jonas.
“Nicky,” Joe tried weakly, taking several steps back. Nick stalked forward.
“Hormonal?” He shrieked, throwing a hairbrush at Joe’s head. The elder was barely able to duck and avoid it. “Hormonal! You fucking bastard! I have every right to be hormonal! Look at me. Do you know what they’re saying, Joseph? How can anyone be so, so cruel! Have you seen the posts? They… they’re taking pictures of me and, and,” Nick broke off in a sob and Joe was quick to pull his brother into a close embrace, or as close of one as they could achieve.
Joe ran one hand through his younger brother’s unruly curls and kissed his temple. “Shush, baby. I don’t care what they say, alright? I love you and I think you’re beautiful.” The hand unoccupied with Nick’s hair settled gently upon Nick’s round stomach, thumb caressing gently. “You’re so fucking beautiful. This is what we wanted, baby. Remember?”
Nick could remember. They’d had to undergo so much: months of therapy to ensure they had a healthy relationship, two years of careful gene mapping, even more months of hormone injections and pill popping, two failed attempts that had broken both brothers, and two bank accounts nearly completely wiped out, despite the fame and glory they had once had, and finally, finally they were about to be parents. It was everything they wanted, everything they dreamed of.
But words are cruel and Nick was sensitive, especially so late in his pregnancy. Joe had a tendency to forget it, which resulted in much of Nick’s time being spent locked in the bathroom and much of Joe’s trying carefully to coax him out. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Nick was one hormonal, pregnant man.
When at long last Nick’s tears stopped, Joe wiped his younger lover’s cheeks and kissed him gently, first feathering a nose against his forehead and then his cheeks and nose before finally his lips. They kissed lazily for a few moments, Joe’s hands dropping to Nick’s ass to pull him closer, groaning a little into Nick’s mouth.
Nick wrenched himself away, “No! Fuck you, Joseph! Neither you nor your fucking penis are coming near me ever again. Ever! Fuck that!”
The bathroom door slammed shut behind Nick and Joe groaned. With a heavy sigh, he crossed the room, leant his forehead against familiar wood, and knocked.
“Nicky?”
Bandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Nick/Joe
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Joe thinks Nick is hormonal... which, he is
A/N: Written for for the random ass conversation we had.
Warnings: Mpreg. Hey, look. My first.
Wordcount: 585
“Nick,” Joe tried, calling softly through the wooden door separating him from his brother for what felt like the hundredth time within the past hour. He was rewarded with two consecutive thumps as something heavy -probably one of Joe’s flatirons -hit the door and then the floor. Joe sighed and dropped his head forward, not even wincing when his forehead smacked the wood harder than he had intended. “Nicky.”
“No! Fuck you! This is all your fault. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to hear you. Go the fuck away, Joseph.” Nick snarled back at him, muted through the door but still making Joe wince.
“Come on, don’t be like this. You’re just being hormonal.”
The door swung open and Joe nearly toppled into the bathroom, able to catch himself at the last minute. He looked up into his brother’s eyes, becoming nervous at the piercing, narrowed gaze leveled upon him. Nick’s ears and cheeks were flushed an angry red, his lips curled into a snarl. He was not a happy Jonas.
“Nicky,” Joe tried weakly, taking several steps back. Nick stalked forward.
“Hormonal?” He shrieked, throwing a hairbrush at Joe’s head. The elder was barely able to duck and avoid it. “Hormonal! You fucking bastard! I have every right to be hormonal! Look at me. Do you know what they’re saying, Joseph? How can anyone be so, so cruel! Have you seen the posts? They… they’re taking pictures of me and, and,” Nick broke off in a sob and Joe was quick to pull his brother into a close embrace, or as close of one as they could achieve.
Joe ran one hand through his younger brother’s unruly curls and kissed his temple. “Shush, baby. I don’t care what they say, alright? I love you and I think you’re beautiful.” The hand unoccupied with Nick’s hair settled gently upon Nick’s round stomach, thumb caressing gently. “You’re so fucking beautiful. This is what we wanted, baby. Remember?”
Nick could remember. They’d had to undergo so much: months of therapy to ensure they had a healthy relationship, two years of careful gene mapping, even more months of hormone injections and pill popping, two failed attempts that had broken both brothers, and two bank accounts nearly completely wiped out, despite the fame and glory they had once had, and finally, finally they were about to be parents. It was everything they wanted, everything they dreamed of.
But words are cruel and Nick was sensitive, especially so late in his pregnancy. Joe had a tendency to forget it, which resulted in much of Nick’s time being spent locked in the bathroom and much of Joe’s trying carefully to coax him out. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Nick was one hormonal, pregnant man.
When at long last Nick’s tears stopped, Joe wiped his younger lover’s cheeks and kissed him gently, first feathering a nose against his forehead and then his cheeks and nose before finally his lips. They kissed lazily for a few moments, Joe’s hands dropping to Nick’s ass to pull him closer, groaning a little into Nick’s mouth.
Nick wrenched himself away, “No! Fuck you, Joseph! Neither you nor your fucking penis are coming near me ever again. Ever! Fuck that!”
The bathroom door slammed shut behind Nick and Joe groaned. With a heavy sigh, he crossed the room, leant his forehead against familiar wood, and knocked.
“Nicky?”