Happy Holidays, novaberry!
Author: TBA
Recipient: novaberry
Title: A Thousand Words and More
Characters: the brothers Jonai, David Henrie, Zac Efron and side mentioning of Demi Lovato
Pairings: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC17.
Wordcount: 3485
Spoilers: n/a
Warnings: first-time, incest, bottom!nick, intended tense changes
Disclaimer: I do not and never will claim to own these people and what they do in their spare time. If you recognize any of these characters because, oh they're you, pleasepleaseplease hit the back button immediately and forget anything you may have happened to read before doing so.
A/N: Thank you SO much to steinsgrrl for beta-reading this for me so late. I appreciate you so much. And to novaberry, I'm not quite sure that I hit the right age for young!nick for you, but I hope you still enjoy this.
Summary: After about a year, the connection gradually began to disappear. Trickling away until the brothers didn't recognize each others' voices. Until waxy crayon masterpieces turned into mass produced Hallmark cards.
The Request: first-time fics are always the best! It took me a while to think of something because of the semi-free reign, there are just so many scenarios for first-time fics! This will hopefully be more well received than my first idea. *winks at callomay*
Stretching a bit among the warm sheets, Joe feels the disks in his lower back crack and shift to release the tightness. Able to relax more, he snuggles up closer to the body next to him; wraps an arm about their waist and nuzzling against soft brown curls in his position of big spoon. The person sighs, content, then murmurs to tell him to go back to sleep before scooting back more into Joe's chest.
Joe stays still for a bit. He breathes in the scent of clean and boy and brother. Takes comfort in the recently rediscovered ownership that comes with being an older sibling.
"Nicky," he whispers softly, a sigh his only return.
---
When they were younger, about ten years ago now, their parents had split up. It had been a mutual decision on their parents' parts and they had decided to divide the kids, the responsibility, evenly as they would now be single parents. Paul Senior had taken Kevin and Joe, dragging them to California where the Church had needed someone stationed. Their mom had moved back in with her parents in New Jersey with Nick and baby Frankie where she could continue teaching music.
For a while they had kept in touch; sending Christmas presents and birthday cards, Joe asking their dad for mom's new number so he could say 'hi' to Nick every day. After about a year, the connection gradually began to disappear. Trickling away until the brothers didn't recognize each others' voices. Until waxy crayon masterpieces turned into mass produced Hallmark cards.
---
Joe moves his face along the back of his brother's neck. Skin sliding dry and soft against skin. He presses his lips, closed, right under Nick's ear. The fingers he has resting on the cotton of a well-beloved shirt tense slightly before rubbing in small circles.
---
The first time they'd seen each other, long after ten-year-old Joe had waved goodbye through the rear window, was at Nick's high school graduation.
Their mother had contacted Joe and Kevin and invited them as a surprise. Kevin had been unable to come. His spring collection was going to be shown that week, and as an aspiring designer, Kevin had to make as much of an impression as he could.
Joe found Kevin's talents with fabric amazing. He'd always been supportive of his older brother since their father had always been too busy to pay attention to either of them. Joe had gotten into trouble over it a couple of times in high school. It started his freshman year when Kevin was just a year ahead of him. Kevin had signed up for the semester long Home Economics class so that he could learn to use a sewing machine. The teacher had praised the detailed outcomes of his finished apron after the assignment was due, and the other boys in his class had started making fun of him.
That day after school, when Kevin and Joe were walking towards their bus, the same kids had started calling out to Kevin. These kids were in Kevin's year, their leader was one of those kids whom seemed to always be one of those guys who became popular without any effort. Zac Efron had raised his voice above the others to be heard, smirk in place, "You'd make the perfect housewife in that apron, Jonas."
Joe watched as his brother's face shut down, shoulders coming up defensively and red staining his face. Something in the pit of his stomach had started to boil, and Joe stomped up to Efron without a second, or first, thought. He came right up to the older boy, who was about a head taller than Joe himself, and poked him in the chest.
"That... is not a nice thing to say. Apologize." His eyebrows were scrunched down in determination. He watched as the other boy's smirk got wider, white teeth gleaming wickedly.
"Nice of you to defend your sister, little Jonas."
Joe's pretty sure he hadn't lost it with the 'little' comment. Well, about fifty percent sure. But what he was sure about was that nobody, nobody got to call Kevin a girl but him.
His fist had flown out subconsciously, hitting the sophomore squarely on the cheek. The kids around them all looked surprised at what Joe had done. Joe was, too, but he didn't have time to think about it as one of the bus drivers came running out of a bus to pull him to one of the school's authority figures.
---
Nick shifts around until he's face to face with Joe. Joe's hand continues its quest to soothe on Nick's lower back.
"Morning."
---
In high school, Joe had found his calling in photography. He'd always had this thing about Polaroid. He liked the instant gratification of capturing unforgettable moments on a glossy square.
In Photography he learned the technical aspects of lighting and angles. Learned how to look at objects with proportions in mind so that a picture would come out balanced, or not depending on what you wanted. He studied solutions, made a pin-hole camera for an individual research project, and experienced the sad effect of fingerprint smudges on undeveloped film. Joe especially loved the developing stages.
The dark room at school had seemed like the coolest place to be, ever.
In the short hallway into the room proper, Joe's teacher had an elaborate universe mapped out with glow-in-the-dark stars and planets. He had a lot of memories from that dark room. There'd been nasty fights with flashlights ruining assignments, letting loose toy mice on wheels from the dollar store (Joe remembers the squeals fondly), and Joe's first kiss from another boy.
David was Joe's best friend, his one and only partner in crime, the 'D' to his 'J'. He was also Joe's partner in class and had kissed him one day when they'd stayed after school to finish framing a new set. It'd been nice. They both enjoyed it, but there just wasn't anything they wanted to start.
---
"Hi." Nick opened one lid and peeked at Joe. He leaned forward for a kiss, snuggling close.
"Better than sleeping on the couch, yeah?"
Nick pulls back to look skeptically at him. "Better than David drunkenly flopping down on top of me in the middle of the night because someone refuses to take the apartment key away from him?"
Joe only laughs. "Is that sarcasm I detect, Nicholas? It's a best friend thing! And anyway, I've tried to tell him to start sleeping off club nights at Demi's."
Demi, Joe's other best friend who lives right down the hall.
"Still think you should take the key back."
"You know, being a douche this early in the morning isn't good for your health."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. Could keep you bedridden for days."
"Days. Sure." Nick yawns and closes his eyes to go back to sleep, so Joe pokes him in the ribs. "What?"
Joe grins. "You're such a bitch in the morning, dude."
"And you're a retard. Now shut up."
---
Earlier that year Joe had gotten an envelope in the mail from his mom. Inside was a letter from her and an invitation to his younger brother's, Nick's, high school graduation. His mom explained how she's sent one to Kevin as well, and was hoping that they'd be able to come and surprise their brother.
The date was perfect, after his semester finals at UCLA. He was majoring in art with his focus on photography and had a part-time job helping Kevin in shoots. Even though he wasn't a professional yet, Kevin had needed the help without the cost that an experienced and established photographer would require.
Kevin had pretty much packed Joe's bags for him and pushed him on the plane to Jersey two days before the ceremony, wanting at least one of them to be there.
---
Joe rolls on top of Nick, hands reaching for Nick's wrists to pin them to the bed.
"I win!"
Nick rolls his eyes. "There's nothing to win."
Joe only smiles gently down at him. Coming closer to rub their noses together. His voice drops down to a whisper, "I want a kiss for my prize." And Nick is looking at him. Eyes filling with warmth and something else. Nods his head in a ‘yes’.
He lets himself drop closer so that he can press their lips together until they're breathing into each other. Joe's exhale becoming Nick's inhale, warm and moist. He settles onto Nick more, letting his weight rest fully on him, knowing that he won't hurt.
A tongue ventures out to swipe against satin flesh, another joining it within seconds. Joe's grasp loosens and Nick is able to lift a hand and guide Joe's head to the side for a better angle. He groans. A sound guttural and raw in the quiet of morning. They continue to kiss longer and deeper. Gasps are gradually released as they start to move against the other; Joe rotates his hips, longing for the contact it initiates.
---
Joe handed some bills to the taxi driver outside the school auditorium. Called his mom's cell phone to see where she was sitting.
When he walks in he can see her waving and she tells him that she's asked the school about his request. They wouldn't mind him taking pictures as long as they were given digital copies to distribute to the graduating class. Joe grins into the speaker and thanks her before snapping the phone shut.
Messing with the Nikon strapped around his neck, he makes his way in front of the stage where the students will be accepting their diplomas. His index finger caresses well-worn buttons. He starts taking some abstract frames of the things that signified the occasion, the shutter clicking rapidly. The banner stating 'CLASS OF'; the school insignia painted on one of the brick walls; the proud families up in the bleachers.
Students start filing out from some double doors in alternating robes of the school's colors. Honors students are up front with their gold cords. A portion of the school band is playing until they're all at their seats. The drums and trumpets cut off as the young men and women are motioned to sit.
One of the boys stays standing, stays still for a full minute before making his way to the podium. With a start Joe realizes it's Nick.
He's a lot older now, and bigger. The only features Joe really remembers are the curly hair, pointed nose and dimples that show as a grin graces his face.
The principal introduces him as top of the class and allows Nick to lay out his graduating speech.
Joe captures every moment of it. And when Nick finally notices all the flashes of Joe's camera aimed toward him, he looks confused for a split second before smiling even wider. Joe's breath catches.
---
Nick moans at the friction their pajama pants create. His hands reach down to lift at the hem of Joe's shirt and Joe complies. The next few seconds are filled with the rasp of clothing and skin until they are both naked.
Joe pants hotly at his collar bone, aligns their hips once again to rub their erections together. Nick wasn't all the way hard yet, but Joe's ministrations are helping to fix that.
They'd done this a few times since he came to stay with Joe three months ago. Hand jobs and rubbing one off. It had been really, really weird for him at first. He adamantly refused to acknowledge the attraction he had for his brother. Ignored the spark of heat that raced down his spine every time Joe looked at him. Looked at him with a gaze that Nick just felt saw everything there was to know about Nick Jonas.
He'd been sure it was just a proximity thing. Vaguely he remembered something about close contact bringing forth desire in his psychology class junior year. And, yeah, it was kind of weird feeling attracted to one's sibling. He guessed there was some kind of displacement in his mind from the distance that had cropped up between them over the years.
He lets out a strangled sound when teeth scrape carefully over his nipple. "Oh God."
---
Keys rattle at the door until it clicks open and Nick shuffles in behind Joe into Joe's apartment. It's kind of small with rolls of film stacked everywhere in their black containers. There are photographs on every inch wall; they're held up on clothes wires and pins, row upon row of black and white and color.
There are cardboard boxes that Nick recognizes lined up next to an old lumpy couch in the middle of the living room.
"Looks like Kevin came in with your stuff. That's good." Joe smiles over at him.
It's kind of late at night and they'd taken a chain of flights with barely any time between to rest. Joe looks dead on his feet and Nick feels like it.
"Uh. I only have my room or the couch... you can choose where you want to sleep. The other bedroom this place came with, I turned into my darkroom, so. The couch is comfy? But I gotta tell you, you're gonna share if you choose my bed."
"Couch is fine."
"Yeah, okay."
Joe stares at him for a moment, then drags his suitcase to one of the doors across from them. "I'll just go and get some blankets and stuff for you."
Nick is soon set up on the couch with pillow and blanket. His shoes are toed off, jeans folded neatly on the coffee table and he's in his t-shirt and boxers for the night. Joe's in his room, Nick can hear water running from a faucet.
"Night, Nick!"
"Night."
Nick finally drops off at about one, or at least 1:00 am is the last thing he sees glowing green from the DVD player under the TV. He's woken up with a decidedly unappreciated mass smelling like cheap beer falling on top of him.
Nick scramble up and off, tripping over his shoes as he goes for the lights.
With them on he can see a disheveled head looking over the back of the couch at him. Light green eyes a bit unfocused, the guy rubs tiredly at his eyes.
"Dude, dude. What were you doing on the couch?"
"What was I doing on the couch? What are you doing on the couch?"
"Crashing, man." He states it like the most obvious thing in the world.
The door to Joe's room opens, "What's going on?"
"Joe! My man!" He gets up and teeters towards Joe, wraps him up in a hug. "Missed you."
"Yeah, you too David."
"I'm gonna crash now."
Joe looks kind of amused, or maybe that's just him being tired. Nick doesn't know all of Joe's facial expressions yet. "Where am I supposed to sleep then?"
Joe just gestures towards his room with his chin and turns around to go back to bed.
---
"Want you, Nick."
Joe runs his hands down over Nick's chest and trails the pads of his fingers over his thighs. He spreads them enough so that he can fall between them and Nick makes a new sound from this position. This was new and hot and was so, so turning him on.
"Want to be inside you." Joe pulls Nick's bottom lip between his teeth, looking at him straight on. He thrusts down and there's only a bit of sweat slicking them so it's kind of rough.
Nick groans but tenses at the same time. "Haven't- haven't done it before."
Joe stops, a surprised look on his face.
"Never?"
Nick shakes his head. "Seventeen, remember?"
"When I was seventeen-" Nick smacks him on the head.
"I just, never wanted to, okay?"
Joe turns serious. "Do you want to now? Would that be okay?" He waits for his brother's answer. Nick's frowning, concentrating maybe about the pros and cons. Joe doesn't know.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm okay. Want it, too."
"Yeah?"
Nick's watching him with wide eyes, but there's still a bit of control in him, "I said yes, didn't I? God, Joe, get with the program."
They're both grinning when Joe scrambles to the side to grab a condom and lube.
"Gonna make this good for you."
Joe spreads his thighs wider for him, getting some lube on his fingers. He bends down to give Nick a quick kiss. "This is gonna feel weird at first, but I want you to push back against me, ‘kay? It'll make it easier."
There's no doubt in Nick's mind that what they're about to do, what they're about to commit, is wrong to so many people. He can feel one of Joe's fingers swirling around his entrance. It's scary, but he feels that this thing between them is right.
The finger slips in, and as Joe said, he tries to push back against the intrusion.
Joe distracts him with his mouth, lets him get used to the single digit pushing in and pulling out until Joe can start moving it around with more ease. Nick sucks in a breath when he pulls out to add a second finger. It burns slightly, and Nick scrunches his eyes closed.
"Shh, come on." The fingers move slowly. He starts getting used to it, the feeling of being filled. It's strange really, but the thought of Joe being there inside of him makes his breath stutter and pick up.
After a while when Joe's got three fingers inside of him, and when he's able to curl them into a ball of nerves that make Nick nearly fly through the roof, Nick lets him know that he's ready. The fingers pull back and linger a bit to stroke at Nick's balls. Then there's a crinkle of foil, the snap of the bottle as Joe lubricates himself.
"You might want to get on your hands and knees first time, easier that way."
Nick complies, not only because this is going to be his first real sexual experience, but because he trusts Joe. He really does, and usually it would be weird because Nick barely trusts anyone. His thoughts flee when he feels Joe's hands at his waist. Joe's behind him now and the heat of his body so close is scorching.
"Just, push back against me again okay?"
Joe keeps one hand to steady himself behind Nick, the other one to guide himself. He pushes at Nick's entrance, stretched and wet from his fingers. The sight makes him groan and all he really wants to do is push in all the way. He takes his time, though. Willing himself to be patient. Pushes himself halfway in before he stops to rub at Nick's back.
Nick's eyes are open, but he barely sees the headboard of the bed. Joe's a lot bigger than he was expecting, the stretch is painful. Distantly he can feel the soothing motions along his back and it helps him to relax. When he's ready, he pushes back against Joe until Joe's moving again, sliding in all the way until Nick thinks he can't be anymore full.
"Wait."
Joe groans over defined shoulder blades. He can feel Nick hot all around him, the pulses of his body surrounding his cock and it is exquisite. Nick finally nods and Joe is dragging out so slowly. Nick's body is holding on to him, and as much as it may not have wanted the intrusion, it doesn't seem to want him to leave even more.
As nature and passion take over, Joe starts thrusting into Nick in a regulated pace that Nick easily keeps up with. The feel of Joe inside him is now a dull throb, so Nick starts pushing back more into the thrusts, taking him in deeper.
Joe moves forward a bit more on his knees to go faster and that's when Nick gasps out sharply, arches the slightest bit up. He thrusts again at the same angle and gets the same result. Their rhythm picks up, Joe hitting that spot that makes white stars explode behind Nick's eyes.
Nick's so close, can feel himself ready to tip over the edge with just his brother pounding into him. He reaches down to grasp at his cock and that's it. His whole body tightens and seizes up and he's gone. He cries out, a broken sound.
Joe's still inside him when he feels his brother come. His rhythm breaks and just like that Joe's going haphazardly until he feels oblivion, too.
They're both still for a while, breathing hard. Joe pulls out and cleans up, then spoons up against Nick's side where he's barely moved. "Love you."
Nick turns his head to face his brother. He can still feel Joe inside of him and he knows that he's going to be really uncomfortable tomorrow, but it was worth it.
"Love you, too."
-END-
Recipient: novaberry
Title: A Thousand Words and More
Characters: the brothers Jonai, David Henrie, Zac Efron and side mentioning of Demi Lovato
Pairings: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC17.
Wordcount: 3485
Spoilers: n/a
Warnings: first-time, incest, bottom!nick, intended tense changes
Disclaimer: I do not and never will claim to own these people and what they do in their spare time. If you recognize any of these characters because, oh they're you, pleasepleaseplease hit the back button immediately and forget anything you may have happened to read before doing so.
A/N: Thank you SO much to steinsgrrl for beta-reading this for me so late. I appreciate you so much. And to novaberry, I'm not quite sure that I hit the right age for young!nick for you, but I hope you still enjoy this.
Summary: After about a year, the connection gradually began to disappear. Trickling away until the brothers didn't recognize each others' voices. Until waxy crayon masterpieces turned into mass produced Hallmark cards.
The Request: first-time fics are always the best! It took me a while to think of something because of the semi-free reign, there are just so many scenarios for first-time fics! This will hopefully be more well received than my first idea. *winks at callomay*
Stretching a bit among the warm sheets, Joe feels the disks in his lower back crack and shift to release the tightness. Able to relax more, he snuggles up closer to the body next to him; wraps an arm about their waist and nuzzling against soft brown curls in his position of big spoon. The person sighs, content, then murmurs to tell him to go back to sleep before scooting back more into Joe's chest.
Joe stays still for a bit. He breathes in the scent of clean and boy and brother. Takes comfort in the recently rediscovered ownership that comes with being an older sibling.
"Nicky," he whispers softly, a sigh his only return.
---
When they were younger, about ten years ago now, their parents had split up. It had been a mutual decision on their parents' parts and they had decided to divide the kids, the responsibility, evenly as they would now be single parents. Paul Senior had taken Kevin and Joe, dragging them to California where the Church had needed someone stationed. Their mom had moved back in with her parents in New Jersey with Nick and baby Frankie where she could continue teaching music.
For a while they had kept in touch; sending Christmas presents and birthday cards, Joe asking their dad for mom's new number so he could say 'hi' to Nick every day. After about a year, the connection gradually began to disappear. Trickling away until the brothers didn't recognize each others' voices. Until waxy crayon masterpieces turned into mass produced Hallmark cards.
---
Joe moves his face along the back of his brother's neck. Skin sliding dry and soft against skin. He presses his lips, closed, right under Nick's ear. The fingers he has resting on the cotton of a well-beloved shirt tense slightly before rubbing in small circles.
---
The first time they'd seen each other, long after ten-year-old Joe had waved goodbye through the rear window, was at Nick's high school graduation.
Their mother had contacted Joe and Kevin and invited them as a surprise. Kevin had been unable to come. His spring collection was going to be shown that week, and as an aspiring designer, Kevin had to make as much of an impression as he could.
Joe found Kevin's talents with fabric amazing. He'd always been supportive of his older brother since their father had always been too busy to pay attention to either of them. Joe had gotten into trouble over it a couple of times in high school. It started his freshman year when Kevin was just a year ahead of him. Kevin had signed up for the semester long Home Economics class so that he could learn to use a sewing machine. The teacher had praised the detailed outcomes of his finished apron after the assignment was due, and the other boys in his class had started making fun of him.
That day after school, when Kevin and Joe were walking towards their bus, the same kids had started calling out to Kevin. These kids were in Kevin's year, their leader was one of those kids whom seemed to always be one of those guys who became popular without any effort. Zac Efron had raised his voice above the others to be heard, smirk in place, "You'd make the perfect housewife in that apron, Jonas."
Joe watched as his brother's face shut down, shoulders coming up defensively and red staining his face. Something in the pit of his stomach had started to boil, and Joe stomped up to Efron without a second, or first, thought. He came right up to the older boy, who was about a head taller than Joe himself, and poked him in the chest.
"That... is not a nice thing to say. Apologize." His eyebrows were scrunched down in determination. He watched as the other boy's smirk got wider, white teeth gleaming wickedly.
"Nice of you to defend your sister, little Jonas."
Joe's pretty sure he hadn't lost it with the 'little' comment. Well, about fifty percent sure. But what he was sure about was that nobody, nobody got to call Kevin a girl but him.
His fist had flown out subconsciously, hitting the sophomore squarely on the cheek. The kids around them all looked surprised at what Joe had done. Joe was, too, but he didn't have time to think about it as one of the bus drivers came running out of a bus to pull him to one of the school's authority figures.
---
Nick shifts around until he's face to face with Joe. Joe's hand continues its quest to soothe on Nick's lower back.
"Morning."
---
In high school, Joe had found his calling in photography. He'd always had this thing about Polaroid. He liked the instant gratification of capturing unforgettable moments on a glossy square.
In Photography he learned the technical aspects of lighting and angles. Learned how to look at objects with proportions in mind so that a picture would come out balanced, or not depending on what you wanted. He studied solutions, made a pin-hole camera for an individual research project, and experienced the sad effect of fingerprint smudges on undeveloped film. Joe especially loved the developing stages.
The dark room at school had seemed like the coolest place to be, ever.
In the short hallway into the room proper, Joe's teacher had an elaborate universe mapped out with glow-in-the-dark stars and planets. He had a lot of memories from that dark room. There'd been nasty fights with flashlights ruining assignments, letting loose toy mice on wheels from the dollar store (Joe remembers the squeals fondly), and Joe's first kiss from another boy.
David was Joe's best friend, his one and only partner in crime, the 'D' to his 'J'. He was also Joe's partner in class and had kissed him one day when they'd stayed after school to finish framing a new set. It'd been nice. They both enjoyed it, but there just wasn't anything they wanted to start.
---
"Hi." Nick opened one lid and peeked at Joe. He leaned forward for a kiss, snuggling close.
"Better than sleeping on the couch, yeah?"
Nick pulls back to look skeptically at him. "Better than David drunkenly flopping down on top of me in the middle of the night because someone refuses to take the apartment key away from him?"
Joe only laughs. "Is that sarcasm I detect, Nicholas? It's a best friend thing! And anyway, I've tried to tell him to start sleeping off club nights at Demi's."
Demi, Joe's other best friend who lives right down the hall.
"Still think you should take the key back."
"You know, being a douche this early in the morning isn't good for your health."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. Could keep you bedridden for days."
"Days. Sure." Nick yawns and closes his eyes to go back to sleep, so Joe pokes him in the ribs. "What?"
Joe grins. "You're such a bitch in the morning, dude."
"And you're a retard. Now shut up."
---
Earlier that year Joe had gotten an envelope in the mail from his mom. Inside was a letter from her and an invitation to his younger brother's, Nick's, high school graduation. His mom explained how she's sent one to Kevin as well, and was hoping that they'd be able to come and surprise their brother.
The date was perfect, after his semester finals at UCLA. He was majoring in art with his focus on photography and had a part-time job helping Kevin in shoots. Even though he wasn't a professional yet, Kevin had needed the help without the cost that an experienced and established photographer would require.
Kevin had pretty much packed Joe's bags for him and pushed him on the plane to Jersey two days before the ceremony, wanting at least one of them to be there.
---
Joe rolls on top of Nick, hands reaching for Nick's wrists to pin them to the bed.
"I win!"
Nick rolls his eyes. "There's nothing to win."
Joe only smiles gently down at him. Coming closer to rub their noses together. His voice drops down to a whisper, "I want a kiss for my prize." And Nick is looking at him. Eyes filling with warmth and something else. Nods his head in a ‘yes’.
He lets himself drop closer so that he can press their lips together until they're breathing into each other. Joe's exhale becoming Nick's inhale, warm and moist. He settles onto Nick more, letting his weight rest fully on him, knowing that he won't hurt.
A tongue ventures out to swipe against satin flesh, another joining it within seconds. Joe's grasp loosens and Nick is able to lift a hand and guide Joe's head to the side for a better angle. He groans. A sound guttural and raw in the quiet of morning. They continue to kiss longer and deeper. Gasps are gradually released as they start to move against the other; Joe rotates his hips, longing for the contact it initiates.
---
Joe handed some bills to the taxi driver outside the school auditorium. Called his mom's cell phone to see where she was sitting.
When he walks in he can see her waving and she tells him that she's asked the school about his request. They wouldn't mind him taking pictures as long as they were given digital copies to distribute to the graduating class. Joe grins into the speaker and thanks her before snapping the phone shut.
Messing with the Nikon strapped around his neck, he makes his way in front of the stage where the students will be accepting their diplomas. His index finger caresses well-worn buttons. He starts taking some abstract frames of the things that signified the occasion, the shutter clicking rapidly. The banner stating 'CLASS OF'; the school insignia painted on one of the brick walls; the proud families up in the bleachers.
Students start filing out from some double doors in alternating robes of the school's colors. Honors students are up front with their gold cords. A portion of the school band is playing until they're all at their seats. The drums and trumpets cut off as the young men and women are motioned to sit.
One of the boys stays standing, stays still for a full minute before making his way to the podium. With a start Joe realizes it's Nick.
He's a lot older now, and bigger. The only features Joe really remembers are the curly hair, pointed nose and dimples that show as a grin graces his face.
The principal introduces him as top of the class and allows Nick to lay out his graduating speech.
Joe captures every moment of it. And when Nick finally notices all the flashes of Joe's camera aimed toward him, he looks confused for a split second before smiling even wider. Joe's breath catches.
---
Nick moans at the friction their pajama pants create. His hands reach down to lift at the hem of Joe's shirt and Joe complies. The next few seconds are filled with the rasp of clothing and skin until they are both naked.
Joe pants hotly at his collar bone, aligns their hips once again to rub their erections together. Nick wasn't all the way hard yet, but Joe's ministrations are helping to fix that.
They'd done this a few times since he came to stay with Joe three months ago. Hand jobs and rubbing one off. It had been really, really weird for him at first. He adamantly refused to acknowledge the attraction he had for his brother. Ignored the spark of heat that raced down his spine every time Joe looked at him. Looked at him with a gaze that Nick just felt saw everything there was to know about Nick Jonas.
He'd been sure it was just a proximity thing. Vaguely he remembered something about close contact bringing forth desire in his psychology class junior year. And, yeah, it was kind of weird feeling attracted to one's sibling. He guessed there was some kind of displacement in his mind from the distance that had cropped up between them over the years.
He lets out a strangled sound when teeth scrape carefully over his nipple. "Oh God."
---
Keys rattle at the door until it clicks open and Nick shuffles in behind Joe into Joe's apartment. It's kind of small with rolls of film stacked everywhere in their black containers. There are photographs on every inch wall; they're held up on clothes wires and pins, row upon row of black and white and color.
There are cardboard boxes that Nick recognizes lined up next to an old lumpy couch in the middle of the living room.
"Looks like Kevin came in with your stuff. That's good." Joe smiles over at him.
It's kind of late at night and they'd taken a chain of flights with barely any time between to rest. Joe looks dead on his feet and Nick feels like it.
"Uh. I only have my room or the couch... you can choose where you want to sleep. The other bedroom this place came with, I turned into my darkroom, so. The couch is comfy? But I gotta tell you, you're gonna share if you choose my bed."
"Couch is fine."
"Yeah, okay."
Joe stares at him for a moment, then drags his suitcase to one of the doors across from them. "I'll just go and get some blankets and stuff for you."
Nick is soon set up on the couch with pillow and blanket. His shoes are toed off, jeans folded neatly on the coffee table and he's in his t-shirt and boxers for the night. Joe's in his room, Nick can hear water running from a faucet.
"Night, Nick!"
"Night."
Nick finally drops off at about one, or at least 1:00 am is the last thing he sees glowing green from the DVD player under the TV. He's woken up with a decidedly unappreciated mass smelling like cheap beer falling on top of him.
Nick scramble up and off, tripping over his shoes as he goes for the lights.
With them on he can see a disheveled head looking over the back of the couch at him. Light green eyes a bit unfocused, the guy rubs tiredly at his eyes.
"Dude, dude. What were you doing on the couch?"
"What was I doing on the couch? What are you doing on the couch?"
"Crashing, man." He states it like the most obvious thing in the world.
The door to Joe's room opens, "What's going on?"
"Joe! My man!" He gets up and teeters towards Joe, wraps him up in a hug. "Missed you."
"Yeah, you too David."
"I'm gonna crash now."
Joe looks kind of amused, or maybe that's just him being tired. Nick doesn't know all of Joe's facial expressions yet. "Where am I supposed to sleep then?"
Joe just gestures towards his room with his chin and turns around to go back to bed.
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"Want you, Nick."
Joe runs his hands down over Nick's chest and trails the pads of his fingers over his thighs. He spreads them enough so that he can fall between them and Nick makes a new sound from this position. This was new and hot and was so, so turning him on.
"Want to be inside you." Joe pulls Nick's bottom lip between his teeth, looking at him straight on. He thrusts down and there's only a bit of sweat slicking them so it's kind of rough.
Nick groans but tenses at the same time. "Haven't- haven't done it before."
Joe stops, a surprised look on his face.
"Never?"
Nick shakes his head. "Seventeen, remember?"
"When I was seventeen-" Nick smacks him on the head.
"I just, never wanted to, okay?"
Joe turns serious. "Do you want to now? Would that be okay?" He waits for his brother's answer. Nick's frowning, concentrating maybe about the pros and cons. Joe doesn't know.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm okay. Want it, too."
"Yeah?"
Nick's watching him with wide eyes, but there's still a bit of control in him, "I said yes, didn't I? God, Joe, get with the program."
They're both grinning when Joe scrambles to the side to grab a condom and lube.
"Gonna make this good for you."
Joe spreads his thighs wider for him, getting some lube on his fingers. He bends down to give Nick a quick kiss. "This is gonna feel weird at first, but I want you to push back against me, ‘kay? It'll make it easier."
There's no doubt in Nick's mind that what they're about to do, what they're about to commit, is wrong to so many people. He can feel one of Joe's fingers swirling around his entrance. It's scary, but he feels that this thing between them is right.
The finger slips in, and as Joe said, he tries to push back against the intrusion.
Joe distracts him with his mouth, lets him get used to the single digit pushing in and pulling out until Joe can start moving it around with more ease. Nick sucks in a breath when he pulls out to add a second finger. It burns slightly, and Nick scrunches his eyes closed.
"Shh, come on." The fingers move slowly. He starts getting used to it, the feeling of being filled. It's strange really, but the thought of Joe being there inside of him makes his breath stutter and pick up.
After a while when Joe's got three fingers inside of him, and when he's able to curl them into a ball of nerves that make Nick nearly fly through the roof, Nick lets him know that he's ready. The fingers pull back and linger a bit to stroke at Nick's balls. Then there's a crinkle of foil, the snap of the bottle as Joe lubricates himself.
"You might want to get on your hands and knees first time, easier that way."
Nick complies, not only because this is going to be his first real sexual experience, but because he trusts Joe. He really does, and usually it would be weird because Nick barely trusts anyone. His thoughts flee when he feels Joe's hands at his waist. Joe's behind him now and the heat of his body so close is scorching.
"Just, push back against me again okay?"
Joe keeps one hand to steady himself behind Nick, the other one to guide himself. He pushes at Nick's entrance, stretched and wet from his fingers. The sight makes him groan and all he really wants to do is push in all the way. He takes his time, though. Willing himself to be patient. Pushes himself halfway in before he stops to rub at Nick's back.
Nick's eyes are open, but he barely sees the headboard of the bed. Joe's a lot bigger than he was expecting, the stretch is painful. Distantly he can feel the soothing motions along his back and it helps him to relax. When he's ready, he pushes back against Joe until Joe's moving again, sliding in all the way until Nick thinks he can't be anymore full.
"Wait."
Joe groans over defined shoulder blades. He can feel Nick hot all around him, the pulses of his body surrounding his cock and it is exquisite. Nick finally nods and Joe is dragging out so slowly. Nick's body is holding on to him, and as much as it may not have wanted the intrusion, it doesn't seem to want him to leave even more.
As nature and passion take over, Joe starts thrusting into Nick in a regulated pace that Nick easily keeps up with. The feel of Joe inside him is now a dull throb, so Nick starts pushing back more into the thrusts, taking him in deeper.
Joe moves forward a bit more on his knees to go faster and that's when Nick gasps out sharply, arches the slightest bit up. He thrusts again at the same angle and gets the same result. Their rhythm picks up, Joe hitting that spot that makes white stars explode behind Nick's eyes.
Nick's so close, can feel himself ready to tip over the edge with just his brother pounding into him. He reaches down to grasp at his cock and that's it. His whole body tightens and seizes up and he's gone. He cries out, a broken sound.
Joe's still inside him when he feels his brother come. His rhythm breaks and just like that Joe's going haphazardly until he feels oblivion, too.
They're both still for a while, breathing hard. Joe pulls out and cleans up, then spoons up against Nick's side where he's barely moved. "Love you."
Nick turns his head to face his brother. He can still feel Joe inside of him and he knows that he's going to be really uncomfortable tomorrow, but it was worth it.
"Love you, too."
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