Happy (belated) Holidays, carter730! [Part One]
Recipient: carter730
Author: vanessatolins
Title: Be My Rock
Characters: Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas.
Pairings: Joe/Nick.
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 20k.
Spoilers: Only needed if you reference content from TV Shows.
Warnings: Dub-con, exhibitionism, incest, slash, somnophilia.
Disclaimer: I don't own or know the Jonas Brothers. This is merely a figment of my imagination in which the boys can go to a cave and be dirty.
A/N: The fic changes point of view each time you see ~~~. Also, big thanks to onlyaminorthrt who was kind enough to spell out my errors, pun intended.
Summary: Joe and Nick, while bored on vacation in Mexico, decide to go camping in a cave. While there, the two grow closer than either had ever dreamed.
Nick's always had a thing for Joe, but has always been in denial about it as well as being more naturally shy than his very extroverted brother. It's very confusing to him, especially since Joe doesn't have the same personal space issues that Nick does...or any, for that matter. Joe, however, has always been in love with Nick and is determined to make his little brother his own during the course of the vacation. So when Nick suggested going camping, Joe was more than happy at being forced to share close quarters with the younger musician.
The Request: Free reign.
“I’m sick of tours, man, let’s do something interesting,” Joe whined, pouting just a little. Nick laughed and closed the pamphlet describing the various potential activities they could keep busy with while on vacation. “I mean, we’re in Mexico. Let’s, I dunno, enjoy our trip properly.”
“I enjoyed yesterday’s tour. The Mayan ruins? Come on, they were awesome” Nick said matter-of-factly. “What’s wrong with tours?” His expression was one of amusement as he watched the result of his older brother’s boredom. He watched as Joe shrugged and lay back on the bed, folding his arms, lacing his fingers and resting his head back against his hands.
“Nothing. It’s just that we’ve been here five days and all we’ve done are tours.” They were both chilling on the king-sized bed in the room with the TV on mute. “I wanna go hiking or something, but not on a guided tour. Kinda kills the fun.”
“Seriously? This hotel is amazing and we’re booked through the next week and a half.” It really was a nice hotel, a Palace Resort, all inclusive with several pools, a big flat-screen in the room with a king-size bed they were sharing. They even had their own Jacuzzi near the terrace. In fact, one of the reasons they’d come to Mexico to begin with was for vacation, and to spend more time together. Then again, they could spend time together camping just as much as in a hotel…there just wouldn’t be all the luxuries they’d gotten used to over the past few days.
But Nick could tell Joe was restless and itching for physical activity that went beyond lazing at the pool and visiting ancient ruins. Nick could feel it too; that weird pressure that made him want to be a little bit reckless. Not having a guide was definitely reckless, but they were capable people and a few days camping couldn’t hurt. “Alright,” he added after a few moments of silence. “There’s an underground cave near Playa del Carmen, apparently the Mayans used to hide out in them when there were bad storms. We could go camping for a few days?”
The change in his older brother was immediate and along with that ridiculous, goofy, lovable smile, Nick was engulfed in a stifling hug. He squirmed and pushed the older man away half-heartedly but eventually gave in to it as usual while Joe became a broken record of ‘thank you thank you thank you’ and physically attached himself to Nick like he were glued.
They started planning and making a list of what they needed to bring. Provisions for at least a week, Nick’s insulin kit, extra Omnipods and a tent were obvious musts. After their third trip to the store (and spending a lot of money) they finally had everything they needed for heading out the next day. “I, for one, am going to enjoy this Jacuzzi while I can,” Nick said pointedly and grabbed his bathing suit. He frowned as Joe started to laugh and looked away, cheeks burning as he hastily changed.
“We’re going to be back in a few days, Nick, we’ll have plenty of time to enjoy it then.”
But Joe was also stripping and heading toward the small, two-person round tub. Actually, if he thought about it, it was sort of…heart shaped. He decided not to think about it and instead just said “Dude…put something on,” as the water started filling the porcelain. This was a common argument between them since Joe was just one of those people who was more comfortable naked. Nick’s eyes traced the chest hair, slightly envious, but mostly curious. It was thick and dark and kind of like cloud-watching, he could pick out shapes if he tried. Sometimes, he didn’t really have to try; his imagination just ran away on its own.
“Why? My birthday suit bothers you, Nicky?” Joe taunted, forcing Nick’s concentration back to the mocking face. His brother moved closer and wrapped his arms around Nick again and the younger man could feel Joe’s shaft pressed against his leg, soft and kind of wiggly.
“Ugh, gross, go away” he said and pushed more forcefully than he had that morning.
In response, Joe just swiveled his hips and laughed again. “Nah, I like bothering you,” he said simply.
Rolling his eyes, he managed to get away and looked anywhere but at Joe. He reached blindly for the small bottle of bubble-bath sitting on the counter and sat at the edge of the tub, emptying the contents under the running water. Feigning complete and utter interest in the immediate and instant gratification of seeing the frothy, white bubbles taking over the water’s surface, he adjusted the temperature and made it hotter. For all Joe’s weirdness, the nudity did bother Nick, even if it was kind of stupid. Maybe it had something to do with Nick’s natural shyness, but Joe was his brother and it shouldn’t be this weird. Then again, Joe was just weird so maybe it did. Normal people wouldn’t do that with their siblings, Kevin certainly never did. (The hugging part, not the being naked part although Nick wasn’t quite sure that was par for the course, either.)
When the tub was full he turned off the tap and got in slowly, ignoring the splash of Joe plopping right in and getting settled in one of the seats. After he was finally in and sitting next to Joe, the sides of their bodies touching due to limited space, Nick decided to run over their list again for the sake of breaking the tension he thought was there. He turned on the jets and let the stream hit his back.
“Nicky, we’ve been over this a thousand times. Relax,” and Joe shifted more onto his side to look at Nick, his foot sliding up the younger man’s calf. “I’ll give you a massage if it’ll help you relax, if you want.” Was that hesitancy in Joe’s voice? In Nick’s opinion, he should have been the nervous one, but he thought he heard it in his brother’s voice.
“I, uh…you don’t have to,” he protested weakly. His own voice was barely more than a whisper and he jumped when Joe’s foot slid up further toward the inside of his knee. Would it just make things weirder, awkward, if he asked what the hell Joe was doing? What if this was just Joe being Joe and Nick saying something would cause actual awkwardness that had only been in Nick’s head before then?
“I know, but I don’t mind.” Soft and gentle, Joe’s voice was like a caress that seemed to touch him in places that shouldn’t be possible. Despite the heat and water, Nick could feel goosebumps on his arms.
“Isn’t that what the jets are for?” His voice was stronger this time and he was glad for it.
“It’s just me.” As if to prove his point, Joe traced Nick’s shoulder with his fingers before digging them in, kneading at the skin and muscle beneath like a preview to what Nick was saying no to. Almost against his will, Nick let out a low moan. He was really, really tense and those fingers felt good. This was ridiculous. It was just Joe, and just a stupid massage. Giving in, like he always seemed to do with Joe, he turned over and rested his arms on the side of the tub and his forehead on top of them as Joe moved behind him.
He let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Joe’s hands went to his lower back. Nick had always been a moaner when it came to massages which is one of the reasons he never got them, it was pretty embarrassing. It wasn’t something he could help, it just happened as if he had no control over his vocal chords or lungs. And that wasn’t the worst of it; he could feel the blood rushing to his member from the pleasure of the hot water, the jets and those strong hands. He forced himself to relax and prayed Joe didn’t notice.
~~~
Joe was the type that liked to set goals, and he was cocky enough to believe he really could achieve anything if he tried hard enough. And one of his goals for this trip was to seduce Nick. No, not just seduce him. Joe wanted to woo him, romance him; dominate him. And so far, he was pretty sure he was succeeding.
There were so many times where he thought he’d given himself away, but the hardest part had been giving Nick that massage. The soft moans that had escaped those plump lips, he could just imagine the look of bliss on his brother’s face. He’d been so unbelievably hard that he’d had to sit a bit awkwardly so Nick wouldn’t notice. He didn’t want to scare him off before he had any real chance to make his move.
And planning the camping trip just meant they’d be stuck in each other’s presence twenty-four/seven. But for now, as Joe emailed their mom to let her know they wouldn’t be able to communicate for a while, Nick was getting ready for bed. It was so hard not to rush the plan or go over and stand by the bed to see if Nick was asleep. Of course, if he wasn’t asleep then that meant he’d be all annoyed and ask what Joe wanted and then it would take even longer for the brat to doze off. Maybe Joe wanted him more than anything, but sometimes he was still just his bratty little brother. And even though it might have been easier if he’d just pretended to go to sleep as well, the chances were pretty high he’d just actually fall asleep before putting his plan into action.
But he knew Nick’s habits, and by one in the morning, his baby boy was fast asleep. Closing his laptop as quietly as he could, he stored it back in the safe that was inside of the closet before walking to the side of the bed they were sharing. Yay for his gullible little brother believing him when he’d said the hotel was out of rooms with two beds in it. At least Nick was a deep sleeper and it took a lot to wake him up, which Joe knew very well because it seemed to be genetic. Also, years of experience sharing a room with the guy clued him in nicely.
He pulled down the white sheet that was all they were using. There was a blanket somewhere that had once been on the bed, but the heat made it unnecessary. And there Nick was: a mass of porcelain skin and dark curls on stark display against the white bottom sheet. Joe didn’t think he’d ever wanted anyone this badly in his life.
Truth be told, he wasn’t really sure when it’d started. Most likely his crush and protective feelings toward Nick were linked, tied together amidst the other torrential mixture of emotions all boiling into a scathingly hot drink he knew would burn him in more ways than one. But he couldn’t stop. He’d just always loved Nick, always wanted him, and going out with girl after girl didn’t help. Not even the guys had helped; the ones he’d met up in with in secret. They were both in the band, but there’d always been something missing. Both were damn sexy and knew what they were doing in bed, but the emotions weren’t there. For a while he’d even thought he was free of these feelings, but he’d just been in a denial sugar-coated by how high he felt when he could dominate other men in bed. But even then, on a good night, it was more what they were doing than who it was with. On a bad night, it was Nick he’d picture in the other person’s place. It was always at night. Acts like those, sins to that degree, those weren’t the things something as pure as the light of day should touch.
But when they’d decided to go on this trip, Joe had decided it was time. It was getting harder and harder to live with himself knowing he’d never even tried, never bothered to find out if that hero-worshipping kid was still in there. Maybe, just maybe, they stood a chance. No one completed him the way the sleeping angel in front of him did.
He let his eyes roam that sculpted body. Why was it Nick always seemed too thin? He made a note to pack some extra food and just pile it on Nick’s helpings. His hand came down to trace the ribs he could just see, and then lower to the six-pack. The skin was so soft, like satin or silk, or maybe something finer. Too fine to put a name to, he decided as his fingers trailed further downward.
There was noticeable tenting to the pair of boxers that was his brother’s sole adornment and he pressed his thumb to the very tip, feeling a small drop of wetness seep into the cloth. As carefully as he could, he slipped his hand inside the open slit and maneuvered that hot, pulsing rod out of its sheath, freeing it of its confinement. Nick shifted in his sleep, hips bucking slightly, and Joe took a quick step back just in case. After half a minute in which the young man let out a soft snore, Joe crawled up on his side of the bed and settled himself back to the task. He was going to make Nick absolutely crazy with lust.
He wrapped his hand around the shaft and slowly began to stroke it, watching as the red, throbbing head got slightly bigger on each downward stroke. The hole on top would widen as well when that happened, and he used the thumb of his other hand to scrape his nail gently across. Nick’s moan went straight to his own groin as Joe grew bolder, spreading the now plentiful pre-cum to use as lubricant. If he knew anything about Nick it was that he’d only jerk off as a last resort, and even if he did decide to, Joe wasn’t going to give him privacy for long enough. And if Nick made a point of needing privacy for that reason, well, maybe Joe would just offer to take care of it for him. But until then, he’d stick with this, jerking his brother in his sleep but not letting him finish while all the while teasing him during the day.
He pushed the tip of his pinky finger into the small, winking hole just a little before withdrawing, pumping that pulsing shaft with more rapid movements. Nick was sweating now and small, panting moans were being breathed into the room. Joe’s own boxers were tented out and he took the finger that had been inside of Nick and rubbed the wet, slimy pre-come onto his own hardened member. When he thought Nick was close, he stopped the movements of his hand and focused solely on himself, twisting and stroking in sure, measured motions. As he stared at Nick, it wasn’t long before his vision was obscured by blanking whiteness as an intense wave of heat radiated from his lower body. He felt his own mess hit him in the chest and stomach, hot and sticky, and it lasted for what seemed a long time.
~~~
The next morning they had a quick breakfast in the hotel before getting a cab to the area closest to the cave they were going to. Joe kept looking at Nick oddly, and it was kind of annoying the younger Jonas. To be honest, he felt weirdly on edge. He couldn’t wait for the physical activity that the cave promised.
It was heartening to see others had the same idea they did. There were other tourists with gear there as well, all setting out that morning. More people were probably inside, and others would come after they were in the cave. They shared a smile, the weirdness of the night before forgotten as they joined the other hikers and campers.
“Is it me or is it really hot out?” Joe asked and Nick smirked. Of course it was hot out, it was February and they were in Mexico. He opted not to answer and adjusted his backpack, distributing the weight more evenly as he looked into the mouth of the cave.
“It’s not going to be overly hot in there, so keep your shirt on,” he finally said and took a step in. He heard a mock-scoffing sound from behind him as Joe pretended to be hurt by Nick’s comment, felt familiar fingers ruffle his hair, and then the two of them were in. They fished for their flashlights as the light from the entrance wouldn’t last forever. The lights were pretty cool, actually, the kind that you wound up and didn’t need batteries for. In Nick’s pack was a radio built the same way, he just hoped they got reception in there.
It was quiet in the cave, but not creepy. Some people might have found it eerie or disturbing, but Nick just found it calm, peaceful…soothing. There was a quiet but steady drip-drip sound coming from his left, but other than that, the sound of their breathing and footsteps, it was just quiet. They’d found a trail off the beaten track and followed it and as they went, Nick drew a rough map of which paths they took so they’d be able to get back.
“Dude, check it out. Stalactites!” Joe said and pointed to a big, rounded column a few feet away. Startled from his thoughts as Joe’s words echoed around them, Nick looked and rolled his eyes.
“It’s actually a Stalagmite, Joe. They grow up; Stalactites grow down from the ceiling.” He pointed up above it to emphasize his point. It was like a really big, dark, stone icicle hanging down from the vast ceiling way above them.
“Whatever. Quit being a know-it-all and just admit it’s cool and you wish you’d seen it first.” Nick chuckled and could imagine the annoyed yet cocky look on Joe’s face as he said that while they made their way deeper into the cave, following a path that veered to the right.
“Do you even know anything about them?” he asked, knowing the answer before Joe’s silence acknowledged it. “They grow in pairs, actually. And the Stalactite is kind of like the older one because the water, it’s kind of acidic and it drips down, and some of it drips to the floor which forms the Stalagmite. So, one’s born from the other.”
“Huh,” Joe muttered and Nick could tell he was impressed. “So…one’s right underneath the other? Do they ever, you know, meet in the middle? What happens?”
“Well, if they meet in the middle they connect and form a column.” Nick pointed to a large, thick column and headed over to it, running a hand over the coarse stone. “Like this one.”
“So…they become one? That’s kind of sweet, I guess,” Joe admitted and his hand joined Nick’s. “Like lovers reaching toward each other.” Nick refrained from laughing, leave it to Joe to find poetry in the situation.
“Yeah, well, sometimes the Stalactite breaks and the pieces shatter on the floor.” To emphasize this new piece of information, Nick kicked a rock on the ground and it echoed.
“How sad. Dude…you just kicked some Stalagmite’s soulmate.” This time, Nick did laugh and Joe asked ‘What?’ several times, defensively.
“First of all, they’re just rocks, water…minerals. Second, soulmates don’t exist, which is preposterous anyway considering stones don’t have souls. Or sentience.” He resumed his walking, hearing Joe fall into step behind him.
“Well, fine, be a Debbie Downer. For your information, I do believe in soulmates.” It was news to Nick, but he decided not to argue. Soulmates, really? If such a thing existed then there wouldn’t be a need for divorce. If such a thing existed, Nick’s love life would have been settled by now because if Joe wasn’t his soulmate, then he was pretty sure he didn’t have one. The small fact that Joe couldn’t be his soulmate because they were brothers just cemented the belief further that soulmates were not possible.
Keeping track of time in the caves was weird. It moved fast for the most part because both of them loved camping and hiking, and eventually they found a nice, quiet place to set up their small tent. Since they were in a cave, he’d gotten the kind that was set up with those plastic, bendable sticks and didn’t need to be staked into the ground - the kind that was made of plastic all around and even had a plastic floor. No wind to knock it over, no need for stakes…not to mention the rocky interior preventing stakes to be of much use.
“Hey Nick,” Joe said as they were sitting on a blanket about to have dinner. They’d brought along a lantern-shaped flashlight so it gave a lot more light than the regular ones and set it in the middle. But outside of their little bubble of light, the cave was pitch black. He didn’t respond immediately as he opened up his pack and took out two sandwiches. That was the food that had to go first; they’d eat the non-perishables later. Tossing one to Joe, Nick finally just looked at him, waiting for his older brother to say what was on his mind. But Joe didn’t speak. He just unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully.
“What’s up?” he finally asked, curiosity and worry getting the better of him. It wasn’t like Joe not to follow up; he was the type to say what he wanted to say with or without invitation.
“Huh?” Nick watched Joe’s expression, could tell his brother was doing some fast thinking. He’s known Joe his whole life, they were best friends. “I, never mind, I was just hoping you brought ketchup.” Joe was lying and it was weird. They never lied to each other.
As he debated whether to press the issue, he reached into the bag and pulled out some packets of ketchup. “Yeah, here…” Joe smiled and thanked him, applying the condiment and stuffing the empty packets in the bag they were using for trash. A few hours later they were both in the tent, lying side by side in their sleeping bags. It wasn’t big enough for them to put distance between them and even though they were in separate bags, they were sleeping closer together than they did while sharing a bed and it was intimate in a way that Nick was too aware of. Did Joe notice? Did he feel it, too? As his thoughts derailed and meandered away from his discomfort to more mundane subjects, Joe jolted him back to reality with an arm around his middle. It felt like Joe was doing these things to Nick on purpose. And it was getting really hot in the tent.
“Tell me a story…” he mumbled sleepily and Nick’s suddenly racing heart slowed its beat. No, not on purpose. This was Joe just being weird.
“What should I tell you a story about?” he asked curiously, a small smile tugging at his lips. Joe hadn’t asked him to tell a story in a long time.
“A story about Stalagmites and Stalactites in love…” the older Jonas said seriously, although the request was made slightly less serious because he was yawning.
Nick chuckled quietly and said, “Maybe tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
“Then sing me a song,” Joe said as if he hadn’t heart the second part. He really could have selective hearing when he wanted to.
“Oh, all right, if it’ll shut you up.” So Nick sang him to sleep, singing a few of the slower, gentler songs he knew from Broadway.
~~~
Joe kept his eyes closed as he listened to that angelic voice. Even lying down, Nick’s voice was amazing. His breath control and pitch never faltered, not even on high notes. And so he pretended to fall asleep while Nick sang to him, really just enjoying the show like it were a private performance just for him. He really did almost fall asleep at one point, but pinched himself so he’d stay awake. The last thing Joe wanted to do was ruin his own plan by falling asleep. After all, he had work that needed continuing.
When he was sure Nick was asleep, Joe got out of his sleeping bag and turned on one of the fake lanterns. Once he was sure the light wasn’t going to wake Nick, unzipped his brother’s sleeping bad, and then reached down and under the waistband of those blue and white checkered boxers so he could expose that beautiful organ yet again. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would break right out of his chest. Every nerve tingled at what he was doing and, more importantly, who he was doing it to. Sure, there were moments of guilt, but it didn’t matter if Nick never found out, right?
He started the same way he had the night before, stroking it slowly, steadily. Swallowing hard, he was sure he’d be drooling if he didn’t check himself. Fuck, Nick was so gorgeous it wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be so imperfectly perfect? Pre-come was leaking steadily now down the head and sides of his brother’s erection and, following an impulse as he so often did, Joe leaned down and licked it into his mouth.
Nick tasted kinda salty, and weird, but it wasn’t a bad weird. The young musician ate pretty healthily, and Joe knew that diet effected taste, which was probably why it was the best tasting man-juice he’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Logic knew all that, but Joe was beyond logic as he stifled an ecstatic moan and took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the base and flicking it over the sensitive spot where head met shaft and dipped in just a bit. “Unnnnh” Nick moaned and Joe pulled off quickly, knowing by the feel of that hard yet soft, silky member in his hand that his brother was too close for this to continue. Besides, orgasm wasn’t the only thing Nick was close to, either, as his eye moved rapidly beneath closed, porcelain lids.
Carefully, he tucked Nick back into his boxers, zipped up the sleeping bag, turned off the light and then just cuddled into his baby brother’s side and ignoring his own hardness in favor of passing sweetly into slumber - a slumber plagued with dreams about a very naked Nick letting a very naked Joe do whatever he wanted.
~~~
They might have gone to sleep in separate sleeping bags, but when Nick woke up Joe had kicked his open and was curled around the younger man. He was dripping with sweat, especially where their bare skin touched, and felt absolutely disgusting. The tent had captured their body heat and since the cave’s natural temperature was close to eighty, it was pretty humid in there. It didn’t help that he had a raging boner that felt like it was going to be stubborn. With a soft sigh, Nick shifted slowly, trying not to wake Joe as he got up and turned on a flashlight, providing him with some light. He was successful but it had been a close call and the young musician found a place to take a leak before washing his hands in a natural basin formed by the drip of a Stalactite.
He was just debating taking care of a certain problem when he heard Joe’s voice. “Morning…” was the sleepy sound and Nick smiled back at him, glad Joe wouldn’t see him blushing. Well, he thought vaguely, That’s what you get for considering sinning.
“We should go swimming later,” he told Joe who looked up at him curiously. “Honestly. Don’t you know anything about these cave systems? This time of year, the cenote water should be great.”
“Oh, yeah, we should. You found one?” Interested at last, Nick could tell Joe was finally waking up which probably had something to do with the instant coffee he’d mixed into his water bottle.
“No, but they’re supposed to be all over the place. We’ll find one.” After taking care of his usual breakfast routine (brushing teeth, checking insulin level, and so forth), Nick finished eating and changed into sweatpants and a Kings of Leon tour shirt. Joe was only in a pair of shorts as he did some push-ups and sit-ups before eating. Nick watched in the low lighting, having nothing else to do, and waited for Joe to finish. He could have sworn Joe flexed his muscles for him to see when the older man stood up.
“I might shave my chest hair,” Joe said randomly, yet again taking Nick by surprise. He felt heat creep up his neck to his face and was glad it was dark so his blushing wouldn’t be noticeable…again “I mean, it’s kind of annoying to wash and it’s sort of in right now to shave, right?”
“I guess. Just don’t do it here, humans make enough of an impression in caves as it is.” Although he was sure most campers here just did what they wanted, it was still disrespectful to nature and Nick was feeling better now that he had something else to focus on.
“You guess?” Joe prolonged the conversation, moving closer, his shorts were low enough to show the top of the hair below the belt as well as his happy trail. Nick hated how his eyes were drawn to it. Why did Joe have to be so comfortable in so little? “If you don’t think it’s a good idea, just say so.”
“I didn’t say that!” he said, feeling mortified. “I just, I don’t know…a lot of guys would kill to be able to grow hair like you can, that’s all.”
“Guys like you?” he asked knowingly and Nick’s blush returned with such a vengeance it felt like it was trying to become as permanent as the beauty marks on his face. “Didn’t know you admired it so much, bro.”
“I don’t!” Nick protested, anger surging up as a defense mechanism. There were a few moments silence where Nick bit his tongue and knew Joe was waiting for the ‘but’ of the situation. “But I do think the hair looks…better on you than most, I guess. But it’s your decision.”
“Yeah, it is,” Joe agreed and Nick let out a relieved breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “But if you said not to, I wouldn’t do it.” More silence and Nick felt hot all over again, but this time it wasn’t from humidity. He was sweating and couldn’t understand why what Joe was saying had this affect on him. “Nicky li-i-ikes my body” Joe sing-songed annoyingly. “Nicky thinks I’m ho-o-ot.”
“Shut up! I do not!” And he stood up, grabbed his flashlight, and added “I just think its cool, that’s all.” He bit his lip, realizing how that could sound. “The hair, not your body. I mean, I - just, um…like to pick out shapes.” He stopped, completely out of his element. Why had he just admitted that? Joe was staring at him like he’d never seen Nick before. “You know, like clouds or something.” He shifted uncomfortably, leaning his weight on his left foot and then his right, then back to his left. “Not like, you know, weird or anything…” Maybe he’d better just leave, he rationed. He took a fumbling step back and collided with a column.
“Whoah, Nick, relax. I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot…” Joe said softly and closed the distance between them. One of those tanned hands grabbed his arm and it burned hot. He knew he wasn’t actually on fire, which would be bad in a lot of ways, and also visible. But it felt like it and he swallowed hard, screwing his eyes shut. It’s not like he could have seen Joe very well so far away from the lantern even if he did have his eyes open.
Those digits trailed down his arm and found his hand, holding them like maybe Joe was afraid to say the wrong thing or apply too much pressure. Nick realized he was being treated like some trapped animal and felt like one, too. Joe knew him too well. “Nicky?” he asked, pulling on the hand. Nick let him and after a few agonizingly long seconds felt his fingers connect with soft hair and sweat dampened skin. Joe’s chest. “See? No big deal…”
After taking a deep, steadying breath, Nick opened his eyes and let the dark world come into focus. He could just make Joe out, standing less than a foot in front of him, and his own hand pale against a mass of dark curls lost in the surrounding shadows. He curled his fingers and exhaled sharply. “It’s soft…” he said, taken aback. He’d expected the chest hair to feel coarse, more like his own pubic hair, he supposed.
“Mhmmm,” Joe hummed and stepped even closer, which forced more of Nick’s hand and arm into contact with that toned body. “Now you can pick out all the shapes you want.”
Nick nodded, realized Joe probably couldn’t see it, and then felt warmth churning below the belt in a familiar way. His fingers took on a mind of their own as they spread out and let the hair curl around them. He could feel the steady beat of Joe’s heart, the warmth of his skin, damp from the recent workout. It had an odor, too, of sweat and man and Joe. The little, natural sounds of the cave faded away and was replaced by a soft thump-thump sound, and he realized vaguely it was his own heart pumping in a rhythm that matched his brother’s.
Joe said something, but Nick couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own blood and heart drowning everything out. Like there was some sort of static tuning out the world, or maybe a rushing sound. But his hand was still moving through that mass of dark hair, trailing downward and making swirling patterns his eyes couldn’t stray from even if he’d tried. It was just as a forefinger began following that thinner trail toward the top of Joe’s shorts that sound came back with a faint pop. He retaliated quickly, pulling his hand away as if he’d been burned or forced to touch Joe, and then moved it to the pocket of his sweats to keep a certain distracting problem from being noticed.
“Dude…I say that feels nice and you think I want you to stop?” Joe asked, a trace of amusement laced with disappointment in his voice.
Oh…that’s what he’d said, Nick thought and re-adjusted himself in his sweats. Maybe jeans would have been a better idea, more control. Well, sorry, I’ve got bigger problems right now. He didn’t say any of what was on his mind, though, and instead managed to get words out somehow. “Sorry? I, um, I’m gonna change then we can go and explore or something.” Joe nodded and took a step back, putting enough space between them for Nick to be able to get to the tent without risk of injury.
“Hey, check it out!” Nick said half an hour later, turning off his flashlight and pointing to the natural light filtering in through the top of the cavern. It was a beautiful sight because a cenote was just underneath, a great place to go swimming and not have to worry about not being able to see. The light reflected off the water in a way that made it look like the shadows were dancing.
“Dude, I wish I had my camera,” Joe said, just staring. Nick smiled, he’d known Joe would forget it, and pulled out the waterproof, disposable one he’d brought along.
“Here…you’re in charge of pictures,” he said, and knew he’d done the right thing by the way Joe’s face lit up. Photography had always been a hobby of the older Jonas’, after all. That and cooking. There were just some things about Joe that Nick sometimes wondered about; like the easy-bake oven and the pink diary. But the track record was that Joe was straight.
“Alright, go over there!” Joe said, pointing to where the lighting was best. Nick obliged, sitting on a rock and shaking his head. He sort of wished they’d found a more well-known cenote so someone could get a picture of them together. Joe took the shot twice, which was something he did frequently, just in case the first didn’t come out right and then linked the yellow rubber band around his wrist and started to strip. That was the moment Nick realized they hadn’t brought bathing suits.
For a few seconds Nick debated not going in. He eyed the bag they’d brought along with a blanket and food in it, but he was worried he’d have another episode like the hottub or earlier. Sometimes it just…happened without his control, and he was really betting everything that was it. More like praying, actually, because if it was something else…no, it was better not to even consider that. Excitement of camping with Joe, or just having fun…of not having had enough alone time lately, which wasn’t something he allowed himself to do very often.
Out of the four brothers, he was the one who took religion most seriously. Sure, he’d fooled around with girls and even taken off his ring, but that piece of metal wasn’t something he really needed to remind himself to abstain. Besides, there were other reasons he hadn’t gone all the way with girls. Sometimes, when he was with Miley or Selena or any of the other beautiful women he’d dated, he’d inappropriately think of a guy or, every once in a while, Joe while they were really going at it. That was another deterrent for him in regards to sexual activity.
But he couldn’t avoid going in, not when Joe was already naked and walking his way. “Dude, come on. The water’s great.” And sure enough, Joe’s hand and arm up to the elbow were dripping wet.
Nick often wondered why he noticed things he shouldn’t at the worst possible times. His eyes inexplicably fell on his brother’s chest hair then trailed down as he remembered having his fingers in it, tracing his way down that exemplary happy trail. He felt a small, familiar heat travelling its way down to his groin and forced his eyes to Joe’s. “You go on, I’m-“
But he was cut off by Joe reaching over and tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Up” he said simply, as if Nick was still a little kid and his older brother were helping him to change. He was taken with such surprise that he lifted his arms anyway, letting Joe remove the black fabric and toss it with his own clothing. “One down…” the other man muttered and got to his knees. Nick bit his lip hard as he wondered if a blow job from another guy felt any different than one from a girl. More blood rushed to his growing bulge and when Joe actually undid the button of his jeans he actually panicked.
“Dude, stop! I can do it myself” he said and put his hands on top of Joe’s. They stayed like that for a few moments before Joe shrugged, let go and got up.
“Alright, if you say so.” Then, with a mischievous grin, Joe headed for the water and slipped in. Nick finished undressing in a hurry, doing math in his head to calm himself down before finally removing his boxers and following Joe in. Joe took some more pictures which Nick threatened his life if they ever made it to Twitter and, finally, put the camera down. They both did laps for a while, competitively, racing to see who could do a set in the least amount of time.
Panting, Nick leaned against the edge of the water, chest heaving as he caught his breath and watched Joe catch up. “Ha…” he breathed more than spoke, and then drew in several deep breaths. “I win, again.” Joe glared as he smirked and stood next to him, also winded.
“Yeah, well, I was taking it easy on you…” Nick knew that wasn’t true but didn’t quite feel like arguing. “But whatever. Technically we’re tied. I won the first two races, remember?” The younger Jonas fought back a groan, not wanting to admit any kind of defeat. “So we should have a tie-breaker. But not more laps. Something else…” There was some dark note in Joe’s voice that made him shiver, the light catching each muscle as the older man moved through the waist-high water. It was deeper in the center, and the change happened quickly, so they were both sticking to the sides for now.
“What did you have in mind?” he finally asked, curious and tired of the suspense. Joe just smirked and ducked under the water, and there was only just enough light to make out Joe as a dark shape by his legs. Suddenly he felt fingers on the bottom of his feet and his whole body reacted as he burst out laughing and kicked out reflexively. “No fair…” he gasped as Joe re-surfaced, grinning like a madman. “No…fair.”
“Only place you’re ticklish,” Joe added in lieu of an apology. “And I bet I could find another one if I really tried. But anyway, I was really just challenging you to a wrestling match and couldn’t resist.
Nick rolled his eyes and aimed a punch at his brother’s shoulder, but he moved out of the way just in time, but not quick enough for Nick’s next move. Using his abused feet, he kicked off the side and rushed, wrapping his arms around Joe’s waist and using the surprise and leverage to hold Joe’s head under water for a few seconds. Joe responded vigorously, squirming out of Nick’s grapple and grabbing him from behind trying to force him under this time, but Nick’s feet were firmly planted. He wasn’t going anywhere if he just kept his concentration.
But trying to concentrate and wrestle with Joe turned out to be more difficult than he imagined as he felt something soft, protruding and warm pressing against his ass. Oh God, it was definitely Joe’s groin. No sooner had he reached that conclusion than he started to feel it growing harder, then suddenly he was under water and struggling to hold his breath. He squirmed and trashed, bent over double, face-first in the warm water when suddenly he could breathe again. Of course, after inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, then repeating the process a few times, he felt why Joe had let go. His brother was fully hard and slowly rocking his hips against the cleft between his cheeks (and not the ones on his face). Worse yet, he was sporting a painfully hard stiffy in record time just feeling what Joe was doing to him - how his brother was using him.
Little puffs of hot air were massaging his ear and neck, only making him more crazed. He felt uncontrollable, wild, and he wanted nothing more than to move his own hips back against Joe. Instead, he remained frozen, rooted to the spot while Joe picked up the speed when Nick didn’t move or say anything to stop him. The warm, firm head would brush against his puckered entrance on each upward thrust, causing little sparks of pleasure so explode in his body, ending with his prick. Still, he felt trapped.
A large part of him knew this was wrong, that Joe really shouldn’t be doing this, but what really kept him from moving was his own attraction to the older male and the fact that Joe was obviously, shamelessly enjoying this just as much as Nick was. Joe had built up a steady rhythm by now and was panting heavily, lips rubbing against his sensitive right earlobe as his arms tightened their hold around the teen’s waist. It was just this side of uncomfortable, but Nick barely noticed, barely breathed.
The steady motion of Joe’s hips got gradually sloppier and harder, rutting in quick, sharp motions now and Nick realized with a jolt Joe was going to spill his juice all over his ass. Maybe the water would wash it away, but it would do it too soon as his cock pulsed and twitched, begging to be touched. His arms were pinned in place by Joe’s strong arms, though, who probably didn’t even realize he was keeping Nick from touching himself. Then again, maybe he did, Nick certainly wasn’t thinking clearly enough to figure it out or care at the moment. “Oh, oh god, Nicky…fuck” Joe whispered, sending a thrill up Nick’s spine and he finally moved his own hips back against Joe’s, rough and needy. That was all it took for Joe’s hardness to swell even further before pumping strands of molten hot liquid all over his ass. He could imagine it, pearly white, landing in sloppy strips on his ass which was whiter than the rest of his body.
Too soon, though, it was over as Joe slumped against him, leaning on him for much-needed support and letting his arms finally fall to the side. And, fuck, Nick was harder than he’d ever been in his life. But as Joe came down from his high and crawled out of the cenote, spreading himself down on the blanket, it was obvious Nick was on his own. That was so not fair, how Joe had used him like that and expected him to, what, take care of it himself? Definitely wasn’t happening.
He hoisted himself out of the water as well and walked over to Joe, standing somewhat nervously and losing his nerves every second of it. The cold hit him hard. Even though it was hot in the cave, it was still a shock to his system coming into the air soaking wet. “Nicky…” Joe mumbled and patted the blanket beside him. Slowly, Nick curled into Joe’s side, cuddling easily and marveling at how well they fit together. From that moment on, though, he was hooked on Joe, even if he didn’t know it yet.
He lay there, awake for hours, as Joe slept apparently peacefully. Eventually his stiffy went away, even if he did have the worst case of blue balls ever, and he let himself think about this as objectively as possible. 1) Joe was his brother. 2) If masturbating was a sin, then being with Joe had to be an even worse sin. 3) Sex before marriage was a sin, and they’d just sorta…done it, even if he hadn’t finished. 5) Joe apparently had little or no qualms with the aforementioned points number one and two. 4) Joe’s cock had aroused him more thoroughly than all the girls he’d ever been with combined, his heavy, aching balls just proving the point. Then he stopped at five because he could feel his achy member trying to stiffen up once more and didn’t want to go there.
~~~
Joe woke slowly to the comforting feeling of Nick’s body pressed against his own. His brother’s cock was hard and pressed against his hip, and it was slowly moving. Nick was trying to get off in his sleep. Suddenly his own shaft sprung to life and he shook Nick gently but firmly. He was so not getting off this easy! Alright, so maybe Joe hadn’t exactly been the best before, ditching him like that after that mind-blowing orgasm. But Nick had gotten more sleep than he had, and Joe could hardly think straight. How was he to know that even after all that, Nick still wouldn’t jerk off? Now that sleep had rid him of his sense of self, Nick was doing just that, but using Joe’s body instead of his hand.
“Wha?” Nick asked and blinked slowly, brown eyes meeting a matching pair.
“We, uh, should get back to the tent,” Joe told him a bit shakily. This close to him, those lips within kissing distance. And he was so hard! Nick just frowned and shifted, gasping as his shaft rubbed against the side of Joe’s thick thigh. Joe gasped, too, a hand going down to his own prick as if on autopilot.
There were a few moments of awkward silence until, finally, Nick had to break it. “Joe…we need to talk about, uhm, what happened.” Oh, the tremble in that sweet voice was almost painful to hear. It was fear causing it, and confusion, and as much as Joe had wanted this, he felt bad about causing his brother any pain.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he replied softly, pressing a soft kiss to Nick’s cheek. His skin was so warm and smelled so good.
“I d-do want to,” Nick said, but leaned into it, body curling even more around that of his older brother’s. “J-Joe, d-don’t…” he added as Joe trailed his lips and tongue to Nick’s ear, sucking gently on the lobe and tracing the outer shell with his tongue before going down toward that thick, tempting neck. He could feel Nick’s pulse against his lips and opened his mouth, teeth scraping lightly over the spot before licking the salty flesh. Nick opened his mouth as if to protest once more, but nothing came out as Joe began sucking fervently on the spot. His brother’s rock hard shaft slid against his hip in response. Strong, calloused hands grabbed onto any part of the older man they could reach as his speed became even more desperate.
“I love you so much,” Joe whispered, and then rubbed his hand up and down the side of Nick’s body, thumb grazing one sensitive nipple. Nick let out a high, keening noise which went straight to his cock. “Oh, fuck…” And then all bets were off as he turned onto his side, slipping one leg between the person he’d always protected and felt the heads of their cocks rub together, and then the shafts. The younger let out another moan, lower this time but more substantial as he pressed every inch of their bodies as possible into contact. “Always wanted…” Joe added softly, but never got to finish the sentence as Nick screamed, the sound of it echoing in the darkening cave, making that scream louder and longer. He could feel his brother’s member get even harder against his own, and then that hard muscle became like a missile launcher shooting off spurts of pearly white all over Joe’s groin and stomach, and there was so much of it! The thought that the amount was partly his fault for turning Nick on so much sent Joe over the edge, and as much as he’d tried to last, he could feel a familiar tightening sensation when the last of the echoes died away. Soon he joined his brother in the euphoric daze that was like being branded or purified by the hottest piece of iron possible, so hot and awesome it reached his soul.
It was everything he’d dreamed of, everything he’d wanted, only the real thing was so much better than he ever imagined. Having Nick’s hot body and cream all over him, mixing with his own so that they were indiscernible from each other’s was intoxicating. It was like finding something he’d been looking for his whole life, even if he hadn’t known what he was looking for until he found it. A sense of utter completion overtook him as he found those pouty lips with his own, claiming them in a leisurely kiss. And Nick kissed back, too. It took a few seconds, but soon Joe felt the tip of his brother’s tongue between his lips and he opened eagerly for it, like Nick’s tongue were something he’d been waiting for for a long, long time; and Joe was definitely happy to see him.
~~~
Back at the tent later, Nick was feeling uncharacteristically shy. Well, maybe it was only natural to feel shy after what had happened. They’d cleaned off in the water before coming back to camp and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being dirty on the inside. Then again, he’d had the most amazing time with Joe earlier, so shouldn’t he be feeling pretty good after such an intense experience? He was all hung up on so many things, like what would happen now? Had it been a one-time thing, or did Joe want to do it again?
It wasn’t a question of whether Nick wanted to or not, he knew he wanted it even if it was wrong. Watching as Joe set up the blanket for their dining area, he couldn’t help but stare at his mostly naked companion. And what had those words ‘always wanted’ been about? Always wanted to get off with him? In a cave? Something else entirely? Although he seriously doubted it would have been unrelated to their actions at the time, but maybe things would have gone a different way if he’d finished that sentence. Would he ever find out? “We still need to talk,” he said quietly and Joe froze as he finished making the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Mmmm…non-perishable, yummy foods for the win.
“Um, okay,” Joe said, and went back to adjusting the angle of his sandwich on his plate. It was such a minute movement for such a minor thing that it practically screamed that the older man was nervous. “So talk…” Nick took a deep breath, but couldn’t get the words out. Now that they were actually about to talk, he found he didn’t know where to start or what to say. So many things he’d thought of saying, and now he couldn’t even make a sound. “Or we don’t have to talk?” Nick glared at him and Joe smiled, getting comfortable and patting the space next to him.
- PART TWO-
Author: vanessatolins
Title: Be My Rock
Characters: Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas.
Pairings: Joe/Nick.
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 20k.
Spoilers: Only needed if you reference content from TV Shows.
Warnings: Dub-con, exhibitionism, incest, slash, somnophilia.
Disclaimer: I don't own or know the Jonas Brothers. This is merely a figment of my imagination in which the boys can go to a cave and be dirty.
A/N: The fic changes point of view each time you see ~~~. Also, big thanks to onlyaminorthrt who was kind enough to spell out my errors, pun intended.
Summary: Joe and Nick, while bored on vacation in Mexico, decide to go camping in a cave. While there, the two grow closer than either had ever dreamed.
Nick's always had a thing for Joe, but has always been in denial about it as well as being more naturally shy than his very extroverted brother. It's very confusing to him, especially since Joe doesn't have the same personal space issues that Nick does...or any, for that matter. Joe, however, has always been in love with Nick and is determined to make his little brother his own during the course of the vacation. So when Nick suggested going camping, Joe was more than happy at being forced to share close quarters with the younger musician.
The Request: Free reign.
“I’m sick of tours, man, let’s do something interesting,” Joe whined, pouting just a little. Nick laughed and closed the pamphlet describing the various potential activities they could keep busy with while on vacation. “I mean, we’re in Mexico. Let’s, I dunno, enjoy our trip properly.”
“I enjoyed yesterday’s tour. The Mayan ruins? Come on, they were awesome” Nick said matter-of-factly. “What’s wrong with tours?” His expression was one of amusement as he watched the result of his older brother’s boredom. He watched as Joe shrugged and lay back on the bed, folding his arms, lacing his fingers and resting his head back against his hands.
“Nothing. It’s just that we’ve been here five days and all we’ve done are tours.” They were both chilling on the king-sized bed in the room with the TV on mute. “I wanna go hiking or something, but not on a guided tour. Kinda kills the fun.”
“Seriously? This hotel is amazing and we’re booked through the next week and a half.” It really was a nice hotel, a Palace Resort, all inclusive with several pools, a big flat-screen in the room with a king-size bed they were sharing. They even had their own Jacuzzi near the terrace. In fact, one of the reasons they’d come to Mexico to begin with was for vacation, and to spend more time together. Then again, they could spend time together camping just as much as in a hotel…there just wouldn’t be all the luxuries they’d gotten used to over the past few days.
But Nick could tell Joe was restless and itching for physical activity that went beyond lazing at the pool and visiting ancient ruins. Nick could feel it too; that weird pressure that made him want to be a little bit reckless. Not having a guide was definitely reckless, but they were capable people and a few days camping couldn’t hurt. “Alright,” he added after a few moments of silence. “There’s an underground cave near Playa del Carmen, apparently the Mayans used to hide out in them when there were bad storms. We could go camping for a few days?”
The change in his older brother was immediate and along with that ridiculous, goofy, lovable smile, Nick was engulfed in a stifling hug. He squirmed and pushed the older man away half-heartedly but eventually gave in to it as usual while Joe became a broken record of ‘thank you thank you thank you’ and physically attached himself to Nick like he were glued.
They started planning and making a list of what they needed to bring. Provisions for at least a week, Nick’s insulin kit, extra Omnipods and a tent were obvious musts. After their third trip to the store (and spending a lot of money) they finally had everything they needed for heading out the next day. “I, for one, am going to enjoy this Jacuzzi while I can,” Nick said pointedly and grabbed his bathing suit. He frowned as Joe started to laugh and looked away, cheeks burning as he hastily changed.
“We’re going to be back in a few days, Nick, we’ll have plenty of time to enjoy it then.”
But Joe was also stripping and heading toward the small, two-person round tub. Actually, if he thought about it, it was sort of…heart shaped. He decided not to think about it and instead just said “Dude…put something on,” as the water started filling the porcelain. This was a common argument between them since Joe was just one of those people who was more comfortable naked. Nick’s eyes traced the chest hair, slightly envious, but mostly curious. It was thick and dark and kind of like cloud-watching, he could pick out shapes if he tried. Sometimes, he didn’t really have to try; his imagination just ran away on its own.
“Why? My birthday suit bothers you, Nicky?” Joe taunted, forcing Nick’s concentration back to the mocking face. His brother moved closer and wrapped his arms around Nick again and the younger man could feel Joe’s shaft pressed against his leg, soft and kind of wiggly.
“Ugh, gross, go away” he said and pushed more forcefully than he had that morning.
In response, Joe just swiveled his hips and laughed again. “Nah, I like bothering you,” he said simply.
Rolling his eyes, he managed to get away and looked anywhere but at Joe. He reached blindly for the small bottle of bubble-bath sitting on the counter and sat at the edge of the tub, emptying the contents under the running water. Feigning complete and utter interest in the immediate and instant gratification of seeing the frothy, white bubbles taking over the water’s surface, he adjusted the temperature and made it hotter. For all Joe’s weirdness, the nudity did bother Nick, even if it was kind of stupid. Maybe it had something to do with Nick’s natural shyness, but Joe was his brother and it shouldn’t be this weird. Then again, Joe was just weird so maybe it did. Normal people wouldn’t do that with their siblings, Kevin certainly never did. (The hugging part, not the being naked part although Nick wasn’t quite sure that was par for the course, either.)
When the tub was full he turned off the tap and got in slowly, ignoring the splash of Joe plopping right in and getting settled in one of the seats. After he was finally in and sitting next to Joe, the sides of their bodies touching due to limited space, Nick decided to run over their list again for the sake of breaking the tension he thought was there. He turned on the jets and let the stream hit his back.
“Nicky, we’ve been over this a thousand times. Relax,” and Joe shifted more onto his side to look at Nick, his foot sliding up the younger man’s calf. “I’ll give you a massage if it’ll help you relax, if you want.” Was that hesitancy in Joe’s voice? In Nick’s opinion, he should have been the nervous one, but he thought he heard it in his brother’s voice.
“I, uh…you don’t have to,” he protested weakly. His own voice was barely more than a whisper and he jumped when Joe’s foot slid up further toward the inside of his knee. Would it just make things weirder, awkward, if he asked what the hell Joe was doing? What if this was just Joe being Joe and Nick saying something would cause actual awkwardness that had only been in Nick’s head before then?
“I know, but I don’t mind.” Soft and gentle, Joe’s voice was like a caress that seemed to touch him in places that shouldn’t be possible. Despite the heat and water, Nick could feel goosebumps on his arms.
“Isn’t that what the jets are for?” His voice was stronger this time and he was glad for it.
“It’s just me.” As if to prove his point, Joe traced Nick’s shoulder with his fingers before digging them in, kneading at the skin and muscle beneath like a preview to what Nick was saying no to. Almost against his will, Nick let out a low moan. He was really, really tense and those fingers felt good. This was ridiculous. It was just Joe, and just a stupid massage. Giving in, like he always seemed to do with Joe, he turned over and rested his arms on the side of the tub and his forehead on top of them as Joe moved behind him.
He let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Joe’s hands went to his lower back. Nick had always been a moaner when it came to massages which is one of the reasons he never got them, it was pretty embarrassing. It wasn’t something he could help, it just happened as if he had no control over his vocal chords or lungs. And that wasn’t the worst of it; he could feel the blood rushing to his member from the pleasure of the hot water, the jets and those strong hands. He forced himself to relax and prayed Joe didn’t notice.
~~~
Joe was the type that liked to set goals, and he was cocky enough to believe he really could achieve anything if he tried hard enough. And one of his goals for this trip was to seduce Nick. No, not just seduce him. Joe wanted to woo him, romance him; dominate him. And so far, he was pretty sure he was succeeding.
There were so many times where he thought he’d given himself away, but the hardest part had been giving Nick that massage. The soft moans that had escaped those plump lips, he could just imagine the look of bliss on his brother’s face. He’d been so unbelievably hard that he’d had to sit a bit awkwardly so Nick wouldn’t notice. He didn’t want to scare him off before he had any real chance to make his move.
And planning the camping trip just meant they’d be stuck in each other’s presence twenty-four/seven. But for now, as Joe emailed their mom to let her know they wouldn’t be able to communicate for a while, Nick was getting ready for bed. It was so hard not to rush the plan or go over and stand by the bed to see if Nick was asleep. Of course, if he wasn’t asleep then that meant he’d be all annoyed and ask what Joe wanted and then it would take even longer for the brat to doze off. Maybe Joe wanted him more than anything, but sometimes he was still just his bratty little brother. And even though it might have been easier if he’d just pretended to go to sleep as well, the chances were pretty high he’d just actually fall asleep before putting his plan into action.
But he knew Nick’s habits, and by one in the morning, his baby boy was fast asleep. Closing his laptop as quietly as he could, he stored it back in the safe that was inside of the closet before walking to the side of the bed they were sharing. Yay for his gullible little brother believing him when he’d said the hotel was out of rooms with two beds in it. At least Nick was a deep sleeper and it took a lot to wake him up, which Joe knew very well because it seemed to be genetic. Also, years of experience sharing a room with the guy clued him in nicely.
He pulled down the white sheet that was all they were using. There was a blanket somewhere that had once been on the bed, but the heat made it unnecessary. And there Nick was: a mass of porcelain skin and dark curls on stark display against the white bottom sheet. Joe didn’t think he’d ever wanted anyone this badly in his life.
Truth be told, he wasn’t really sure when it’d started. Most likely his crush and protective feelings toward Nick were linked, tied together amidst the other torrential mixture of emotions all boiling into a scathingly hot drink he knew would burn him in more ways than one. But he couldn’t stop. He’d just always loved Nick, always wanted him, and going out with girl after girl didn’t help. Not even the guys had helped; the ones he’d met up in with in secret. They were both in the band, but there’d always been something missing. Both were damn sexy and knew what they were doing in bed, but the emotions weren’t there. For a while he’d even thought he was free of these feelings, but he’d just been in a denial sugar-coated by how high he felt when he could dominate other men in bed. But even then, on a good night, it was more what they were doing than who it was with. On a bad night, it was Nick he’d picture in the other person’s place. It was always at night. Acts like those, sins to that degree, those weren’t the things something as pure as the light of day should touch.
But when they’d decided to go on this trip, Joe had decided it was time. It was getting harder and harder to live with himself knowing he’d never even tried, never bothered to find out if that hero-worshipping kid was still in there. Maybe, just maybe, they stood a chance. No one completed him the way the sleeping angel in front of him did.
He let his eyes roam that sculpted body. Why was it Nick always seemed too thin? He made a note to pack some extra food and just pile it on Nick’s helpings. His hand came down to trace the ribs he could just see, and then lower to the six-pack. The skin was so soft, like satin or silk, or maybe something finer. Too fine to put a name to, he decided as his fingers trailed further downward.
There was noticeable tenting to the pair of boxers that was his brother’s sole adornment and he pressed his thumb to the very tip, feeling a small drop of wetness seep into the cloth. As carefully as he could, he slipped his hand inside the open slit and maneuvered that hot, pulsing rod out of its sheath, freeing it of its confinement. Nick shifted in his sleep, hips bucking slightly, and Joe took a quick step back just in case. After half a minute in which the young man let out a soft snore, Joe crawled up on his side of the bed and settled himself back to the task. He was going to make Nick absolutely crazy with lust.
He wrapped his hand around the shaft and slowly began to stroke it, watching as the red, throbbing head got slightly bigger on each downward stroke. The hole on top would widen as well when that happened, and he used the thumb of his other hand to scrape his nail gently across. Nick’s moan went straight to his own groin as Joe grew bolder, spreading the now plentiful pre-cum to use as lubricant. If he knew anything about Nick it was that he’d only jerk off as a last resort, and even if he did decide to, Joe wasn’t going to give him privacy for long enough. And if Nick made a point of needing privacy for that reason, well, maybe Joe would just offer to take care of it for him. But until then, he’d stick with this, jerking his brother in his sleep but not letting him finish while all the while teasing him during the day.
He pushed the tip of his pinky finger into the small, winking hole just a little before withdrawing, pumping that pulsing shaft with more rapid movements. Nick was sweating now and small, panting moans were being breathed into the room. Joe’s own boxers were tented out and he took the finger that had been inside of Nick and rubbed the wet, slimy pre-come onto his own hardened member. When he thought Nick was close, he stopped the movements of his hand and focused solely on himself, twisting and stroking in sure, measured motions. As he stared at Nick, it wasn’t long before his vision was obscured by blanking whiteness as an intense wave of heat radiated from his lower body. He felt his own mess hit him in the chest and stomach, hot and sticky, and it lasted for what seemed a long time.
~~~
The next morning they had a quick breakfast in the hotel before getting a cab to the area closest to the cave they were going to. Joe kept looking at Nick oddly, and it was kind of annoying the younger Jonas. To be honest, he felt weirdly on edge. He couldn’t wait for the physical activity that the cave promised.
It was heartening to see others had the same idea they did. There were other tourists with gear there as well, all setting out that morning. More people were probably inside, and others would come after they were in the cave. They shared a smile, the weirdness of the night before forgotten as they joined the other hikers and campers.
“Is it me or is it really hot out?” Joe asked and Nick smirked. Of course it was hot out, it was February and they were in Mexico. He opted not to answer and adjusted his backpack, distributing the weight more evenly as he looked into the mouth of the cave.
“It’s not going to be overly hot in there, so keep your shirt on,” he finally said and took a step in. He heard a mock-scoffing sound from behind him as Joe pretended to be hurt by Nick’s comment, felt familiar fingers ruffle his hair, and then the two of them were in. They fished for their flashlights as the light from the entrance wouldn’t last forever. The lights were pretty cool, actually, the kind that you wound up and didn’t need batteries for. In Nick’s pack was a radio built the same way, he just hoped they got reception in there.
It was quiet in the cave, but not creepy. Some people might have found it eerie or disturbing, but Nick just found it calm, peaceful…soothing. There was a quiet but steady drip-drip sound coming from his left, but other than that, the sound of their breathing and footsteps, it was just quiet. They’d found a trail off the beaten track and followed it and as they went, Nick drew a rough map of which paths they took so they’d be able to get back.
“Dude, check it out. Stalactites!” Joe said and pointed to a big, rounded column a few feet away. Startled from his thoughts as Joe’s words echoed around them, Nick looked and rolled his eyes.
“It’s actually a Stalagmite, Joe. They grow up; Stalactites grow down from the ceiling.” He pointed up above it to emphasize his point. It was like a really big, dark, stone icicle hanging down from the vast ceiling way above them.
“Whatever. Quit being a know-it-all and just admit it’s cool and you wish you’d seen it first.” Nick chuckled and could imagine the annoyed yet cocky look on Joe’s face as he said that while they made their way deeper into the cave, following a path that veered to the right.
“Do you even know anything about them?” he asked, knowing the answer before Joe’s silence acknowledged it. “They grow in pairs, actually. And the Stalactite is kind of like the older one because the water, it’s kind of acidic and it drips down, and some of it drips to the floor which forms the Stalagmite. So, one’s born from the other.”
“Huh,” Joe muttered and Nick could tell he was impressed. “So…one’s right underneath the other? Do they ever, you know, meet in the middle? What happens?”
“Well, if they meet in the middle they connect and form a column.” Nick pointed to a large, thick column and headed over to it, running a hand over the coarse stone. “Like this one.”
“So…they become one? That’s kind of sweet, I guess,” Joe admitted and his hand joined Nick’s. “Like lovers reaching toward each other.” Nick refrained from laughing, leave it to Joe to find poetry in the situation.
“Yeah, well, sometimes the Stalactite breaks and the pieces shatter on the floor.” To emphasize this new piece of information, Nick kicked a rock on the ground and it echoed.
“How sad. Dude…you just kicked some Stalagmite’s soulmate.” This time, Nick did laugh and Joe asked ‘What?’ several times, defensively.
“First of all, they’re just rocks, water…minerals. Second, soulmates don’t exist, which is preposterous anyway considering stones don’t have souls. Or sentience.” He resumed his walking, hearing Joe fall into step behind him.
“Well, fine, be a Debbie Downer. For your information, I do believe in soulmates.” It was news to Nick, but he decided not to argue. Soulmates, really? If such a thing existed then there wouldn’t be a need for divorce. If such a thing existed, Nick’s love life would have been settled by now because if Joe wasn’t his soulmate, then he was pretty sure he didn’t have one. The small fact that Joe couldn’t be his soulmate because they were brothers just cemented the belief further that soulmates were not possible.
Keeping track of time in the caves was weird. It moved fast for the most part because both of them loved camping and hiking, and eventually they found a nice, quiet place to set up their small tent. Since they were in a cave, he’d gotten the kind that was set up with those plastic, bendable sticks and didn’t need to be staked into the ground - the kind that was made of plastic all around and even had a plastic floor. No wind to knock it over, no need for stakes…not to mention the rocky interior preventing stakes to be of much use.
“Hey Nick,” Joe said as they were sitting on a blanket about to have dinner. They’d brought along a lantern-shaped flashlight so it gave a lot more light than the regular ones and set it in the middle. But outside of their little bubble of light, the cave was pitch black. He didn’t respond immediately as he opened up his pack and took out two sandwiches. That was the food that had to go first; they’d eat the non-perishables later. Tossing one to Joe, Nick finally just looked at him, waiting for his older brother to say what was on his mind. But Joe didn’t speak. He just unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully.
“What’s up?” he finally asked, curiosity and worry getting the better of him. It wasn’t like Joe not to follow up; he was the type to say what he wanted to say with or without invitation.
“Huh?” Nick watched Joe’s expression, could tell his brother was doing some fast thinking. He’s known Joe his whole life, they were best friends. “I, never mind, I was just hoping you brought ketchup.” Joe was lying and it was weird. They never lied to each other.
As he debated whether to press the issue, he reached into the bag and pulled out some packets of ketchup. “Yeah, here…” Joe smiled and thanked him, applying the condiment and stuffing the empty packets in the bag they were using for trash. A few hours later they were both in the tent, lying side by side in their sleeping bags. It wasn’t big enough for them to put distance between them and even though they were in separate bags, they were sleeping closer together than they did while sharing a bed and it was intimate in a way that Nick was too aware of. Did Joe notice? Did he feel it, too? As his thoughts derailed and meandered away from his discomfort to more mundane subjects, Joe jolted him back to reality with an arm around his middle. It felt like Joe was doing these things to Nick on purpose. And it was getting really hot in the tent.
“Tell me a story…” he mumbled sleepily and Nick’s suddenly racing heart slowed its beat. No, not on purpose. This was Joe just being weird.
“What should I tell you a story about?” he asked curiously, a small smile tugging at his lips. Joe hadn’t asked him to tell a story in a long time.
“A story about Stalagmites and Stalactites in love…” the older Jonas said seriously, although the request was made slightly less serious because he was yawning.
Nick chuckled quietly and said, “Maybe tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
“Then sing me a song,” Joe said as if he hadn’t heart the second part. He really could have selective hearing when he wanted to.
“Oh, all right, if it’ll shut you up.” So Nick sang him to sleep, singing a few of the slower, gentler songs he knew from Broadway.
~~~
Joe kept his eyes closed as he listened to that angelic voice. Even lying down, Nick’s voice was amazing. His breath control and pitch never faltered, not even on high notes. And so he pretended to fall asleep while Nick sang to him, really just enjoying the show like it were a private performance just for him. He really did almost fall asleep at one point, but pinched himself so he’d stay awake. The last thing Joe wanted to do was ruin his own plan by falling asleep. After all, he had work that needed continuing.
When he was sure Nick was asleep, Joe got out of his sleeping bag and turned on one of the fake lanterns. Once he was sure the light wasn’t going to wake Nick, unzipped his brother’s sleeping bad, and then reached down and under the waistband of those blue and white checkered boxers so he could expose that beautiful organ yet again. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would break right out of his chest. Every nerve tingled at what he was doing and, more importantly, who he was doing it to. Sure, there were moments of guilt, but it didn’t matter if Nick never found out, right?
He started the same way he had the night before, stroking it slowly, steadily. Swallowing hard, he was sure he’d be drooling if he didn’t check himself. Fuck, Nick was so gorgeous it wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be so imperfectly perfect? Pre-come was leaking steadily now down the head and sides of his brother’s erection and, following an impulse as he so often did, Joe leaned down and licked it into his mouth.
Nick tasted kinda salty, and weird, but it wasn’t a bad weird. The young musician ate pretty healthily, and Joe knew that diet effected taste, which was probably why it was the best tasting man-juice he’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Logic knew all that, but Joe was beyond logic as he stifled an ecstatic moan and took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the base and flicking it over the sensitive spot where head met shaft and dipped in just a bit. “Unnnnh” Nick moaned and Joe pulled off quickly, knowing by the feel of that hard yet soft, silky member in his hand that his brother was too close for this to continue. Besides, orgasm wasn’t the only thing Nick was close to, either, as his eye moved rapidly beneath closed, porcelain lids.
Carefully, he tucked Nick back into his boxers, zipped up the sleeping bag, turned off the light and then just cuddled into his baby brother’s side and ignoring his own hardness in favor of passing sweetly into slumber - a slumber plagued with dreams about a very naked Nick letting a very naked Joe do whatever he wanted.
~~~
They might have gone to sleep in separate sleeping bags, but when Nick woke up Joe had kicked his open and was curled around the younger man. He was dripping with sweat, especially where their bare skin touched, and felt absolutely disgusting. The tent had captured their body heat and since the cave’s natural temperature was close to eighty, it was pretty humid in there. It didn’t help that he had a raging boner that felt like it was going to be stubborn. With a soft sigh, Nick shifted slowly, trying not to wake Joe as he got up and turned on a flashlight, providing him with some light. He was successful but it had been a close call and the young musician found a place to take a leak before washing his hands in a natural basin formed by the drip of a Stalactite.
He was just debating taking care of a certain problem when he heard Joe’s voice. “Morning…” was the sleepy sound and Nick smiled back at him, glad Joe wouldn’t see him blushing. Well, he thought vaguely, That’s what you get for considering sinning.
“We should go swimming later,” he told Joe who looked up at him curiously. “Honestly. Don’t you know anything about these cave systems? This time of year, the cenote water should be great.”
“Oh, yeah, we should. You found one?” Interested at last, Nick could tell Joe was finally waking up which probably had something to do with the instant coffee he’d mixed into his water bottle.
“No, but they’re supposed to be all over the place. We’ll find one.” After taking care of his usual breakfast routine (brushing teeth, checking insulin level, and so forth), Nick finished eating and changed into sweatpants and a Kings of Leon tour shirt. Joe was only in a pair of shorts as he did some push-ups and sit-ups before eating. Nick watched in the low lighting, having nothing else to do, and waited for Joe to finish. He could have sworn Joe flexed his muscles for him to see when the older man stood up.
“I might shave my chest hair,” Joe said randomly, yet again taking Nick by surprise. He felt heat creep up his neck to his face and was glad it was dark so his blushing wouldn’t be noticeable…again “I mean, it’s kind of annoying to wash and it’s sort of in right now to shave, right?”
“I guess. Just don’t do it here, humans make enough of an impression in caves as it is.” Although he was sure most campers here just did what they wanted, it was still disrespectful to nature and Nick was feeling better now that he had something else to focus on.
“You guess?” Joe prolonged the conversation, moving closer, his shorts were low enough to show the top of the hair below the belt as well as his happy trail. Nick hated how his eyes were drawn to it. Why did Joe have to be so comfortable in so little? “If you don’t think it’s a good idea, just say so.”
“I didn’t say that!” he said, feeling mortified. “I just, I don’t know…a lot of guys would kill to be able to grow hair like you can, that’s all.”
“Guys like you?” he asked knowingly and Nick’s blush returned with such a vengeance it felt like it was trying to become as permanent as the beauty marks on his face. “Didn’t know you admired it so much, bro.”
“I don’t!” Nick protested, anger surging up as a defense mechanism. There were a few moments silence where Nick bit his tongue and knew Joe was waiting for the ‘but’ of the situation. “But I do think the hair looks…better on you than most, I guess. But it’s your decision.”
“Yeah, it is,” Joe agreed and Nick let out a relieved breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “But if you said not to, I wouldn’t do it.” More silence and Nick felt hot all over again, but this time it wasn’t from humidity. He was sweating and couldn’t understand why what Joe was saying had this affect on him. “Nicky li-i-ikes my body” Joe sing-songed annoyingly. “Nicky thinks I’m ho-o-ot.”
“Shut up! I do not!” And he stood up, grabbed his flashlight, and added “I just think its cool, that’s all.” He bit his lip, realizing how that could sound. “The hair, not your body. I mean, I - just, um…like to pick out shapes.” He stopped, completely out of his element. Why had he just admitted that? Joe was staring at him like he’d never seen Nick before. “You know, like clouds or something.” He shifted uncomfortably, leaning his weight on his left foot and then his right, then back to his left. “Not like, you know, weird or anything…” Maybe he’d better just leave, he rationed. He took a fumbling step back and collided with a column.
“Whoah, Nick, relax. I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot…” Joe said softly and closed the distance between them. One of those tanned hands grabbed his arm and it burned hot. He knew he wasn’t actually on fire, which would be bad in a lot of ways, and also visible. But it felt like it and he swallowed hard, screwing his eyes shut. It’s not like he could have seen Joe very well so far away from the lantern even if he did have his eyes open.
Those digits trailed down his arm and found his hand, holding them like maybe Joe was afraid to say the wrong thing or apply too much pressure. Nick realized he was being treated like some trapped animal and felt like one, too. Joe knew him too well. “Nicky?” he asked, pulling on the hand. Nick let him and after a few agonizingly long seconds felt his fingers connect with soft hair and sweat dampened skin. Joe’s chest. “See? No big deal…”
After taking a deep, steadying breath, Nick opened his eyes and let the dark world come into focus. He could just make Joe out, standing less than a foot in front of him, and his own hand pale against a mass of dark curls lost in the surrounding shadows. He curled his fingers and exhaled sharply. “It’s soft…” he said, taken aback. He’d expected the chest hair to feel coarse, more like his own pubic hair, he supposed.
“Mhmmm,” Joe hummed and stepped even closer, which forced more of Nick’s hand and arm into contact with that toned body. “Now you can pick out all the shapes you want.”
Nick nodded, realized Joe probably couldn’t see it, and then felt warmth churning below the belt in a familiar way. His fingers took on a mind of their own as they spread out and let the hair curl around them. He could feel the steady beat of Joe’s heart, the warmth of his skin, damp from the recent workout. It had an odor, too, of sweat and man and Joe. The little, natural sounds of the cave faded away and was replaced by a soft thump-thump sound, and he realized vaguely it was his own heart pumping in a rhythm that matched his brother’s.
Joe said something, but Nick couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own blood and heart drowning everything out. Like there was some sort of static tuning out the world, or maybe a rushing sound. But his hand was still moving through that mass of dark hair, trailing downward and making swirling patterns his eyes couldn’t stray from even if he’d tried. It was just as a forefinger began following that thinner trail toward the top of Joe’s shorts that sound came back with a faint pop. He retaliated quickly, pulling his hand away as if he’d been burned or forced to touch Joe, and then moved it to the pocket of his sweats to keep a certain distracting problem from being noticed.
“Dude…I say that feels nice and you think I want you to stop?” Joe asked, a trace of amusement laced with disappointment in his voice.
Oh…that’s what he’d said, Nick thought and re-adjusted himself in his sweats. Maybe jeans would have been a better idea, more control. Well, sorry, I’ve got bigger problems right now. He didn’t say any of what was on his mind, though, and instead managed to get words out somehow. “Sorry? I, um, I’m gonna change then we can go and explore or something.” Joe nodded and took a step back, putting enough space between them for Nick to be able to get to the tent without risk of injury.
“Hey, check it out!” Nick said half an hour later, turning off his flashlight and pointing to the natural light filtering in through the top of the cavern. It was a beautiful sight because a cenote was just underneath, a great place to go swimming and not have to worry about not being able to see. The light reflected off the water in a way that made it look like the shadows were dancing.
“Dude, I wish I had my camera,” Joe said, just staring. Nick smiled, he’d known Joe would forget it, and pulled out the waterproof, disposable one he’d brought along.
“Here…you’re in charge of pictures,” he said, and knew he’d done the right thing by the way Joe’s face lit up. Photography had always been a hobby of the older Jonas’, after all. That and cooking. There were just some things about Joe that Nick sometimes wondered about; like the easy-bake oven and the pink diary. But the track record was that Joe was straight.
“Alright, go over there!” Joe said, pointing to where the lighting was best. Nick obliged, sitting on a rock and shaking his head. He sort of wished they’d found a more well-known cenote so someone could get a picture of them together. Joe took the shot twice, which was something he did frequently, just in case the first didn’t come out right and then linked the yellow rubber band around his wrist and started to strip. That was the moment Nick realized they hadn’t brought bathing suits.
For a few seconds Nick debated not going in. He eyed the bag they’d brought along with a blanket and food in it, but he was worried he’d have another episode like the hottub or earlier. Sometimes it just…happened without his control, and he was really betting everything that was it. More like praying, actually, because if it was something else…no, it was better not to even consider that. Excitement of camping with Joe, or just having fun…of not having had enough alone time lately, which wasn’t something he allowed himself to do very often.
Out of the four brothers, he was the one who took religion most seriously. Sure, he’d fooled around with girls and even taken off his ring, but that piece of metal wasn’t something he really needed to remind himself to abstain. Besides, there were other reasons he hadn’t gone all the way with girls. Sometimes, when he was with Miley or Selena or any of the other beautiful women he’d dated, he’d inappropriately think of a guy or, every once in a while, Joe while they were really going at it. That was another deterrent for him in regards to sexual activity.
But he couldn’t avoid going in, not when Joe was already naked and walking his way. “Dude, come on. The water’s great.” And sure enough, Joe’s hand and arm up to the elbow were dripping wet.
Nick often wondered why he noticed things he shouldn’t at the worst possible times. His eyes inexplicably fell on his brother’s chest hair then trailed down as he remembered having his fingers in it, tracing his way down that exemplary happy trail. He felt a small, familiar heat travelling its way down to his groin and forced his eyes to Joe’s. “You go on, I’m-“
But he was cut off by Joe reaching over and tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Up” he said simply, as if Nick was still a little kid and his older brother were helping him to change. He was taken with such surprise that he lifted his arms anyway, letting Joe remove the black fabric and toss it with his own clothing. “One down…” the other man muttered and got to his knees. Nick bit his lip hard as he wondered if a blow job from another guy felt any different than one from a girl. More blood rushed to his growing bulge and when Joe actually undid the button of his jeans he actually panicked.
“Dude, stop! I can do it myself” he said and put his hands on top of Joe’s. They stayed like that for a few moments before Joe shrugged, let go and got up.
“Alright, if you say so.” Then, with a mischievous grin, Joe headed for the water and slipped in. Nick finished undressing in a hurry, doing math in his head to calm himself down before finally removing his boxers and following Joe in. Joe took some more pictures which Nick threatened his life if they ever made it to Twitter and, finally, put the camera down. They both did laps for a while, competitively, racing to see who could do a set in the least amount of time.
Panting, Nick leaned against the edge of the water, chest heaving as he caught his breath and watched Joe catch up. “Ha…” he breathed more than spoke, and then drew in several deep breaths. “I win, again.” Joe glared as he smirked and stood next to him, also winded.
“Yeah, well, I was taking it easy on you…” Nick knew that wasn’t true but didn’t quite feel like arguing. “But whatever. Technically we’re tied. I won the first two races, remember?” The younger Jonas fought back a groan, not wanting to admit any kind of defeat. “So we should have a tie-breaker. But not more laps. Something else…” There was some dark note in Joe’s voice that made him shiver, the light catching each muscle as the older man moved through the waist-high water. It was deeper in the center, and the change happened quickly, so they were both sticking to the sides for now.
“What did you have in mind?” he finally asked, curious and tired of the suspense. Joe just smirked and ducked under the water, and there was only just enough light to make out Joe as a dark shape by his legs. Suddenly he felt fingers on the bottom of his feet and his whole body reacted as he burst out laughing and kicked out reflexively. “No fair…” he gasped as Joe re-surfaced, grinning like a madman. “No…fair.”
“Only place you’re ticklish,” Joe added in lieu of an apology. “And I bet I could find another one if I really tried. But anyway, I was really just challenging you to a wrestling match and couldn’t resist.
Nick rolled his eyes and aimed a punch at his brother’s shoulder, but he moved out of the way just in time, but not quick enough for Nick’s next move. Using his abused feet, he kicked off the side and rushed, wrapping his arms around Joe’s waist and using the surprise and leverage to hold Joe’s head under water for a few seconds. Joe responded vigorously, squirming out of Nick’s grapple and grabbing him from behind trying to force him under this time, but Nick’s feet were firmly planted. He wasn’t going anywhere if he just kept his concentration.
But trying to concentrate and wrestle with Joe turned out to be more difficult than he imagined as he felt something soft, protruding and warm pressing against his ass. Oh God, it was definitely Joe’s groin. No sooner had he reached that conclusion than he started to feel it growing harder, then suddenly he was under water and struggling to hold his breath. He squirmed and trashed, bent over double, face-first in the warm water when suddenly he could breathe again. Of course, after inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, then repeating the process a few times, he felt why Joe had let go. His brother was fully hard and slowly rocking his hips against the cleft between his cheeks (and not the ones on his face). Worse yet, he was sporting a painfully hard stiffy in record time just feeling what Joe was doing to him - how his brother was using him.
Little puffs of hot air were massaging his ear and neck, only making him more crazed. He felt uncontrollable, wild, and he wanted nothing more than to move his own hips back against Joe. Instead, he remained frozen, rooted to the spot while Joe picked up the speed when Nick didn’t move or say anything to stop him. The warm, firm head would brush against his puckered entrance on each upward thrust, causing little sparks of pleasure so explode in his body, ending with his prick. Still, he felt trapped.
A large part of him knew this was wrong, that Joe really shouldn’t be doing this, but what really kept him from moving was his own attraction to the older male and the fact that Joe was obviously, shamelessly enjoying this just as much as Nick was. Joe had built up a steady rhythm by now and was panting heavily, lips rubbing against his sensitive right earlobe as his arms tightened their hold around the teen’s waist. It was just this side of uncomfortable, but Nick barely noticed, barely breathed.
The steady motion of Joe’s hips got gradually sloppier and harder, rutting in quick, sharp motions now and Nick realized with a jolt Joe was going to spill his juice all over his ass. Maybe the water would wash it away, but it would do it too soon as his cock pulsed and twitched, begging to be touched. His arms were pinned in place by Joe’s strong arms, though, who probably didn’t even realize he was keeping Nick from touching himself. Then again, maybe he did, Nick certainly wasn’t thinking clearly enough to figure it out or care at the moment. “Oh, oh god, Nicky…fuck” Joe whispered, sending a thrill up Nick’s spine and he finally moved his own hips back against Joe’s, rough and needy. That was all it took for Joe’s hardness to swell even further before pumping strands of molten hot liquid all over his ass. He could imagine it, pearly white, landing in sloppy strips on his ass which was whiter than the rest of his body.
Too soon, though, it was over as Joe slumped against him, leaning on him for much-needed support and letting his arms finally fall to the side. And, fuck, Nick was harder than he’d ever been in his life. But as Joe came down from his high and crawled out of the cenote, spreading himself down on the blanket, it was obvious Nick was on his own. That was so not fair, how Joe had used him like that and expected him to, what, take care of it himself? Definitely wasn’t happening.
He hoisted himself out of the water as well and walked over to Joe, standing somewhat nervously and losing his nerves every second of it. The cold hit him hard. Even though it was hot in the cave, it was still a shock to his system coming into the air soaking wet. “Nicky…” Joe mumbled and patted the blanket beside him. Slowly, Nick curled into Joe’s side, cuddling easily and marveling at how well they fit together. From that moment on, though, he was hooked on Joe, even if he didn’t know it yet.
He lay there, awake for hours, as Joe slept apparently peacefully. Eventually his stiffy went away, even if he did have the worst case of blue balls ever, and he let himself think about this as objectively as possible. 1) Joe was his brother. 2) If masturbating was a sin, then being with Joe had to be an even worse sin. 3) Sex before marriage was a sin, and they’d just sorta…done it, even if he hadn’t finished. 5) Joe apparently had little or no qualms with the aforementioned points number one and two. 4) Joe’s cock had aroused him more thoroughly than all the girls he’d ever been with combined, his heavy, aching balls just proving the point. Then he stopped at five because he could feel his achy member trying to stiffen up once more and didn’t want to go there.
~~~
Joe woke slowly to the comforting feeling of Nick’s body pressed against his own. His brother’s cock was hard and pressed against his hip, and it was slowly moving. Nick was trying to get off in his sleep. Suddenly his own shaft sprung to life and he shook Nick gently but firmly. He was so not getting off this easy! Alright, so maybe Joe hadn’t exactly been the best before, ditching him like that after that mind-blowing orgasm. But Nick had gotten more sleep than he had, and Joe could hardly think straight. How was he to know that even after all that, Nick still wouldn’t jerk off? Now that sleep had rid him of his sense of self, Nick was doing just that, but using Joe’s body instead of his hand.
“Wha?” Nick asked and blinked slowly, brown eyes meeting a matching pair.
“We, uh, should get back to the tent,” Joe told him a bit shakily. This close to him, those lips within kissing distance. And he was so hard! Nick just frowned and shifted, gasping as his shaft rubbed against the side of Joe’s thick thigh. Joe gasped, too, a hand going down to his own prick as if on autopilot.
There were a few moments of awkward silence until, finally, Nick had to break it. “Joe…we need to talk about, uhm, what happened.” Oh, the tremble in that sweet voice was almost painful to hear. It was fear causing it, and confusion, and as much as Joe had wanted this, he felt bad about causing his brother any pain.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he replied softly, pressing a soft kiss to Nick’s cheek. His skin was so warm and smelled so good.
“I d-do want to,” Nick said, but leaned into it, body curling even more around that of his older brother’s. “J-Joe, d-don’t…” he added as Joe trailed his lips and tongue to Nick’s ear, sucking gently on the lobe and tracing the outer shell with his tongue before going down toward that thick, tempting neck. He could feel Nick’s pulse against his lips and opened his mouth, teeth scraping lightly over the spot before licking the salty flesh. Nick opened his mouth as if to protest once more, but nothing came out as Joe began sucking fervently on the spot. His brother’s rock hard shaft slid against his hip in response. Strong, calloused hands grabbed onto any part of the older man they could reach as his speed became even more desperate.
“I love you so much,” Joe whispered, and then rubbed his hand up and down the side of Nick’s body, thumb grazing one sensitive nipple. Nick let out a high, keening noise which went straight to his cock. “Oh, fuck…” And then all bets were off as he turned onto his side, slipping one leg between the person he’d always protected and felt the heads of their cocks rub together, and then the shafts. The younger let out another moan, lower this time but more substantial as he pressed every inch of their bodies as possible into contact. “Always wanted…” Joe added softly, but never got to finish the sentence as Nick screamed, the sound of it echoing in the darkening cave, making that scream louder and longer. He could feel his brother’s member get even harder against his own, and then that hard muscle became like a missile launcher shooting off spurts of pearly white all over Joe’s groin and stomach, and there was so much of it! The thought that the amount was partly his fault for turning Nick on so much sent Joe over the edge, and as much as he’d tried to last, he could feel a familiar tightening sensation when the last of the echoes died away. Soon he joined his brother in the euphoric daze that was like being branded or purified by the hottest piece of iron possible, so hot and awesome it reached his soul.
It was everything he’d dreamed of, everything he’d wanted, only the real thing was so much better than he ever imagined. Having Nick’s hot body and cream all over him, mixing with his own so that they were indiscernible from each other’s was intoxicating. It was like finding something he’d been looking for his whole life, even if he hadn’t known what he was looking for until he found it. A sense of utter completion overtook him as he found those pouty lips with his own, claiming them in a leisurely kiss. And Nick kissed back, too. It took a few seconds, but soon Joe felt the tip of his brother’s tongue between his lips and he opened eagerly for it, like Nick’s tongue were something he’d been waiting for for a long, long time; and Joe was definitely happy to see him.
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Back at the tent later, Nick was feeling uncharacteristically shy. Well, maybe it was only natural to feel shy after what had happened. They’d cleaned off in the water before coming back to camp and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being dirty on the inside. Then again, he’d had the most amazing time with Joe earlier, so shouldn’t he be feeling pretty good after such an intense experience? He was all hung up on so many things, like what would happen now? Had it been a one-time thing, or did Joe want to do it again?
It wasn’t a question of whether Nick wanted to or not, he knew he wanted it even if it was wrong. Watching as Joe set up the blanket for their dining area, he couldn’t help but stare at his mostly naked companion. And what had those words ‘always wanted’ been about? Always wanted to get off with him? In a cave? Something else entirely? Although he seriously doubted it would have been unrelated to their actions at the time, but maybe things would have gone a different way if he’d finished that sentence. Would he ever find out? “We still need to talk,” he said quietly and Joe froze as he finished making the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Mmmm…non-perishable, yummy foods for the win.
“Um, okay,” Joe said, and went back to adjusting the angle of his sandwich on his plate. It was such a minute movement for such a minor thing that it practically screamed that the older man was nervous. “So talk…” Nick took a deep breath, but couldn’t get the words out. Now that they were actually about to talk, he found he didn’t know where to start or what to say. So many things he’d thought of saying, and now he couldn’t even make a sound. “Or we don’t have to talk?” Nick glared at him and Joe smiled, getting comfortable and patting the space next to him.
- PART TWO-