Happy Holidays, 2oclockcheckout!
Author: novaberry
Recipient: 2oclockcheckout
Title: Selah
Characters: Joe and Nick
Pairings: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2600
Warnings: AU, underage, dubious consent
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one; this is complete fiction.
Summary: student/teacher PWP (plot, what plot?)
The Request: Eager, slightly rough sex; awkward but hot first times (though I am definitely not opposed to established relationship fic); focus on inexperience.
A sibling may be the keeper of one's identity, the only person with the keys to one's unfettered, more fundamental self. ~Marian Sandmaier
Joe isn’t nervous. It’s just…he maybe isn’t completely comfortable subbing at an all-boys high school straight out of the gate. He was in high school just a few years ago and he knows that most teenagers are disrespectful little turds. He was really hoping that his first substitution teacher gig would be at an elementary school.
He squares his shoulders and nudges his glasses into place. It’s a two week assignment-he can do this.
**
“Mr. Jonas?”
Joe glances up from his briefcase and can’t contain a grin when he sees his favorite temporary student.
“Hey, Nick. What’s up? What’re you still doing here?” He tries to sound casual, but God, Nick is so…it’s difficult.
“Oh, I had to stay late for choir - we’re getting ready for district competition.” Nick ducks his head and looks at Joe through his curls, suddenly bashful. “I knew you had to cover detention today and I was hoping to catch you. Do you--do you need any help out?”
“Help out?” Joe’s so distracted by Nick’s blushing cheeks that he can’t make sense of the kid’s words.
“Yes! Um, I could maybe…” Nick’s gaze drops to Joe’s barren desk-which, technically, belongs to Mr. Cricker, but Cricker won’t be back for another week. Nick suddenly grins, flashing a dimple and crooked teeth when he says, “I can carry your briefcase, if you’d like?”
Joe laughs and claps Nick on the shoulder.
“Thanks man, but I think I can handle it.” He says it playfully, but Nick’s face falls.
“Oh, of course. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean…I’ll just--“ Nick gestures over his shoulder, toward the door. “I’ll be going.”
“Oh no, wait. Nick…” Joe knows he shouldn’t, but he’d have to be blind not to notice the kid’s crush. Joe’s got it just as bad, has from day one, so would it really be wrong to put them both out of their misery? “Do you want a ride home?”
Nick perks right up, like a puppy, and says, “Yes, please!”
**
There are a few boys at Wellington Prep who'd like to get into Joe's pants-a couple have been quite aggressive--but Joe hasn’t thought twice about anyone but Nick. Nick's got him so bad that Joe's going to jeopardize his career for the kid.
Nick gushes over Joe’s Jeep and babbles excitedly at Joe until he tells Joe to turn left and Joe turns right.
“Sorry, no-it’s the other direction,” Nick says, pointing behind them.
“Nick, I’m not taking you directly home.”
“Oh?”
The kid seems genuinely perplexed and Joe begins to wonder if he read Nick wrong.
“I was thinking you could come by my place first…” Joe almost wants to take it back, soon as the words leave his mouth, afraid he sounds like a pedophile, but Nick’s brow smooths out and he grins.
“Wow, really--?“ Nick pauses, visibly reining in his excitement, and then casually hitches his arm back over the seat. “That would be cool, I guess.”
**
Joe ushers Nick inside and locks the door behind them. He’s almost 100% sure no one saw them come up.
“This is nice,” Nick says, lowering his backpack near the T.V.
“Nick, come here, please.”
Nick walks back to Joe, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Joe palms Nick's face and presses his forehead to Nick’s, feeling the kid’s gasp against his own lips.
“I’m not…you know I’m only a few years older than you, right?”
“Yeah--y-yes,” Nick stutters.
His cheeks are so hot and smooth. Sweet is all Joe can think. He can’t believe how heady it is, finally touching Nick like this, breathing him in.
“I’m not some dirty old guy who’s got a thing for kids, okay?”
"Oh no, I know. Y-you're...more like a..." Nick trails off and Joe presses him.
"What?"
"Uh, more like a cool...big brother?"
Oh.
Joe releases him and steps back. "Nick? Did you--? You were thinking of me as a big brother?"
Nick raises one hand, starts worrying at his thumbnail, eyes on the carpet as he answers.
"I had an older brother. He died when I was really young, but his name was Joe and he...he'd be your age, if he was alive."
Joe grabs his own hair and tugs at it, stomach twisting hard. He can't believe how badly he messed up.
"I'm not your brother." Nick is the last person he wants to lash out at, but the kid is right there.
Nick's gaze snaps to Joe's--he looks shocked, all wide-eyed and young--and he says, "I know..."
"Oh, my God. What did you think--why do you think I brought you here?"
It's mostly Joe's frustrated libido doing the talking at this point--he really wanted to fuck this kid...still wants it, actually.
Nick shrugs. "Thought we were gonna play PS3 or something?"
Joe tears his tie off, then starts working on his jacket, saying, "Really, Nick? You thought I brought you back here to play video games?"
Nick's brows draw together and he sets his hands on his hips, raising his chin as he squares his shoulders, stands toe-to-toe with Joe.
"Yes sir, that's what I thought. Since I was wrong, maybe you can just take me home."
Joe smirks. He's never seen this side of Nick, never seen the steel beneath Nick's sweet surface. It's terribly hot. That settles it: Nick's not getting out of this apartment until at least one of them has had an orgasm.
"Listen." Joe raises his hands in a gesture of peace. "We should start again. I'm Joe Jonas, your Chemistry sub for the next week, and since I'm not your brother, will you please suck my dick?"
"W-what?" Nick splutters, cheeks blooming splotchy red as he falls back, confusion turning him right back into a flustered boy.
Joe advances, not stopping until Nick's against the wall. He finishes unbuttoning his Oxford and strips it off, then he boxes Nick in, planting his hands on the wall near Nick's shoulders.
"Oh, come on! You're a pretty boy at an all boys' school--don't tell me you've never given a blow job."
Nick raises a hand between them, flashing his silver ring, and Joe frowns blankly.
"It's a purity ring!" Nick blurts. "Of course I've never...done that! And I'm not gay, and what..." Nick's tone turns plaintive. "Why are you doing this?"
He's trembling and there's a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. His eyes are fixed somewhere near Joe's chest and when Joe glances down, Joe sees that the kid's getting hard.
Joe pulls his glasses off--carelessly tossing them aside--drops his head to Nick's shoulder and cups Nick through his trousers.
"Oh! Oh nghhhhh!"
Nick throws his head back and bucks into Joe's touch right away, but Joe doesn't laugh; he can't. His mouth's gone dry and he's achy-hard in his own pants. He feels Nick's hands at his waist, helplessly clutching Joe's undershirt as Joe massages his prick.
"It's okay, it's okay," Joe soothes, dropping to his knees. He's shaky, all of the sudden, and feels like he can't get Nick's trousers open quickly enough. "I'll show you. Please let me show you."
He doesn't wait for Nick's response, he just jerks the khakis down to bunch at Nick's knees, freezing when he sees Nick's white briefs.
"Oh God," he groans, stroking his fingers along Nick's shaft, feeling at Nick through the thin cotton.
Nick's dick spurts precome, and he grunts and trembles, but he doesn't push Joe away, so Joe ducks close, slipping his hand under the edge of Nick's shirt. He palms the kid's warm belly as he opens his mouth over the head of Nick's dick, tonguing the wet spot. Nick lets out a cry and slams his hands against the wall, hips straining against Joe's hold, like he's already desperate to fuck Joe's mouth.
Joe hums happily and suckles, soaking Nick through his underwear, making the cotton cling to his hot little dick. The kid's so fucking responsive, so much hotter for it than Joe ever imagined. Joe pulls back to yank Nick's underwear down his thighs, and Nick yelps, tries to cover himself.
Joe intercepts Nick's wrists and pins them to the wall, saying, "No! Keep them there."
"Mr. J-Jonas--" Nick gasps, fighting Joe's hold for the first time. "I can't--we can't d-do this! It's wrong."
"Nick, it's okay, really. Y-you're gonna like it so much." Joe tears his eyes from Nick's erection--all pink and perfect, bobbing with each of Nick's panicked breaths--and locks his gaze to Nick's, saying, "You need it," as he darts his tongue out, licking at the slit.
Nick's face twists like he might cry, pretty mouth gaping stupidly as Joe takes the head inside. Joe lets his eyes flutter shut and sets to work, blowing the kid properly. He loosens his jaw and works his tongue around Nick as he sinks down, sucking Nick deeper, until his nose meets Nick's soft, tawny curls. He inhales, tasting Nick against his tongue and breathing Nick in; this ripe, overwhelming mix of boy-sweat and arousal.
Nick's just so fucking pent-up, so hot. Joe moves a hand between Nick's sweaty thighs, cupping Nick's balls and brushing his fingertips over Nick's perineum. Nick makes this shocked, choked noise and pulses in Joe's mouth, one big movement before the kid loses his load, shooting hard against the back of Joe's throat.
Joe pulls off, coughing helplessly, and feels Nick's spunk hit him; warm, wet splashes against his closed eyes and gasping mouth. He wipes the sticky mess from his eyes and looks at Nick, catches the kid milking himself, red-knuckled fist working his flushed dick, come still dribbling from the slit. Joe glances up and finds Nick wrecked--sweaty curls plastered to his forehead, lips bitten red and raw, pupils shot, black--eyes riveted to Joe's mouth as he finishes himself.
Joe licks his lips, groaning a little at the taste of Nick, and grabs Nick's hips, ducking in to kiss the smooth, pale skin between Nick's belly button and pubes. He drags his mouth down, covering Nick's fist with his own, and tongues at Nick's dick again.
"Oh, no! E-enough, please!" Nick begs, voice pained as he shoves at Joe's head with his free hand.
Joe sits back and catches Nick when he slides to the floor in a boneless heap; just a tuckered out, sweet boy. Joe hugs Nick close for a second, but his dick's ready to burst. He settles Nick on the carpet, face-first, and pulls Nick's trousers all the way off. Nick does nothing when Joe kneels between the his legs and shoves Nick's jacket and shirt up, tucking them out of the way, baring as much of Nick as he can. He waits for Nick to come down, get his breath back, and drinks his fill of the view. Nick's all lean muscle and milky-smooth skin--freckles in some very interesting places--and he's got the most perfect ass Joe's ever seen. Joe palms it and Nick jerks, raising his head to look back at Joe.
Joe groans, unable to wait anymore.
"What--?" Nick's question is cut off when Joe spreads Nick's cheeks and bends to drag his tongue across the little pucker of Nick's hole. "Oh my G-god! What are y--unghhh!"
Joe pins Nick with one arm across Nick's lower back and arrows his tongue into Nick. Nick sobs, every muscle in Nick's body going tense with the shock of it. Nick's scent is even muskier down here and Joe feels drunk or high, dizzy with how much he wants Nick. He prods a fingertip into Nick, alongside his tongue, and his mouth's so wet, spit dribbling down his chin, wetting the crack of Nick's ass.
Joe's dick throbs and he sits up to tear his pants off. The second Nick's free, he gets to his knees and starts crawling away, making Joe lunge after him. Joe tugs Nick back with a hard grip on his hips.
"No, no," Nick moans, breathless and shaking. "Mr. Jonas, you h-have to--oh!"
Joe shuts the kid up by pushing his dick into the space between Nick's legs, rubbing the head against Nick's sac, striping it with sticky-wet. He nuzzles the back of Nick's neck, mouthing at the soft, vulnerable skin there as he runs his hands over Nick's bare back. He grabs Nick's pert ass--massaging the smooth skin, firm muscle--and Nick gasps and shifts, pulling even tighter around Joe's dick.
"N-next time." Joe starts talking as his balls draw up, cockhead rutting past Nick's hole with every thrust. "Swear I-I'm gonna get--uhh--g-get all the way in you--ohhh, fuck!"
Nick makes a high, panicked sound and clenches his thighs together, gripping Joe so good--Joe loses it, painting Nick's asshole and balls in spine-jarring pulses.
**
Joe hasn't done much more than put on his glasses and sprawl out on the couch by the time Nick gets done in the bathroom. Nick hovers near the front door--fully dressed again--anxiously twisting the silver band on his finger and looking everywhere but Joe.
Joe sits up with a sigh and says, "Come here, Nick. I promise not to tear your clothes off."
Nick takes a few cautious steps closer and when he's in range, Joe takes Nick's wrist and tugs Nick between his knees.
"Look at me," Joe quietly demands, thumb slipping beneath Nick's sleeve, brushing the smooth skin of the kid's inner-wrist.
Nick meets his gaze, eyes wide and worried, and Joe goes on, "Don't over-think this, okay? When this stuff happens between guys, it's not...Nick, it's not wrong. It doesn't have anything to do with that ring."
Joe will say anything to get Nick to accept this, accept him, 'cause what happened between them...it can't be a one-time thing. He sits back and tugs at Nick, until Nick sighs and climbs onto the couch, knees on either side of Joe's hips.
Nick holds himself up though, so he's not actually touching Joe, and sounds so much older than seventeen when he says, "I'm not stupid. I know when something's wrong."
"Awww, Nick." Joe reaches up, fingers sliding into Nick's sweat-damp curls. His gaze drops to Nick's mouth and he pulls Nick's face close. "Didn't you like it? Didn't you like when I sucked on your pretty dick?"
"Yes," Nick groans. His nostrils flare on a sharp inhalation and he folds, settling heavily onto Joe's lap..
"Do you want to do it again? Because I want you in my mouth again." He raises his eyes to Nick's and doesn't care that he's begging a kid. "Please don't talk yourself out of this."
"But it's w-wrong--"
"Does it feel wrong? I'm just--I just want to help you. This way, it'll be easier with girls...to wait until marriage. Right? If I take care of your dick every once in a while, won't be quite so hard to keep it in your pants." Joe bites his lower lip and nudges his nose at Nick's throat, whispering, "You got--you got hard again so quick when I stuck my tongue in your ass. You're gonna like my dick so much more."
"Oh God," Nick whimpers, and Joe's not expecting the kid to grab his face, kiss Joe square on the mouth.
He opens to Nick eagerly, sucking the kid's tongue like he'd sucked his cock. Nick groans and rocks into Joe, grinding his erection against Joe's hip--Joe can't believe he's hard again.
He breaks the kiss and Nick clutches his shoulders, begging, "Please don't stop. P-please let me h-have your mouth again."
Joe stares at him, amazed, and feels this swelling tightness in his chest, wonders for a second at the depth of his own relief.
He brushes his lips against Nick's cheek and promises, "Nick, you can have anything--everything."
-END-
Recipient: 2oclockcheckout
Title: Selah
Characters: Joe and Nick
Pairings: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2600
Warnings: AU, underage, dubious consent
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one; this is complete fiction.
Summary: student/teacher PWP (plot, what plot?)
The Request: Eager, slightly rough sex; awkward but hot first times (though I am definitely not opposed to established relationship fic); focus on inexperience.
A sibling may be the keeper of one's identity, the only person with the keys to one's unfettered, more fundamental self. ~Marian Sandmaier
Joe isn’t nervous. It’s just…he maybe isn’t completely comfortable subbing at an all-boys high school straight out of the gate. He was in high school just a few years ago and he knows that most teenagers are disrespectful little turds. He was really hoping that his first substitution teacher gig would be at an elementary school.
He squares his shoulders and nudges his glasses into place. It’s a two week assignment-he can do this.
**
“Mr. Jonas?”
Joe glances up from his briefcase and can’t contain a grin when he sees his favorite temporary student.
“Hey, Nick. What’s up? What’re you still doing here?” He tries to sound casual, but God, Nick is so…it’s difficult.
“Oh, I had to stay late for choir - we’re getting ready for district competition.” Nick ducks his head and looks at Joe through his curls, suddenly bashful. “I knew you had to cover detention today and I was hoping to catch you. Do you--do you need any help out?”
“Help out?” Joe’s so distracted by Nick’s blushing cheeks that he can’t make sense of the kid’s words.
“Yes! Um, I could maybe…” Nick’s gaze drops to Joe’s barren desk-which, technically, belongs to Mr. Cricker, but Cricker won’t be back for another week. Nick suddenly grins, flashing a dimple and crooked teeth when he says, “I can carry your briefcase, if you’d like?”
Joe laughs and claps Nick on the shoulder.
“Thanks man, but I think I can handle it.” He says it playfully, but Nick’s face falls.
“Oh, of course. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean…I’ll just--“ Nick gestures over his shoulder, toward the door. “I’ll be going.”
“Oh no, wait. Nick…” Joe knows he shouldn’t, but he’d have to be blind not to notice the kid’s crush. Joe’s got it just as bad, has from day one, so would it really be wrong to put them both out of their misery? “Do you want a ride home?”
Nick perks right up, like a puppy, and says, “Yes, please!”
**
There are a few boys at Wellington Prep who'd like to get into Joe's pants-a couple have been quite aggressive--but Joe hasn’t thought twice about anyone but Nick. Nick's got him so bad that Joe's going to jeopardize his career for the kid.
Nick gushes over Joe’s Jeep and babbles excitedly at Joe until he tells Joe to turn left and Joe turns right.
“Sorry, no-it’s the other direction,” Nick says, pointing behind them.
“Nick, I’m not taking you directly home.”
“Oh?”
The kid seems genuinely perplexed and Joe begins to wonder if he read Nick wrong.
“I was thinking you could come by my place first…” Joe almost wants to take it back, soon as the words leave his mouth, afraid he sounds like a pedophile, but Nick’s brow smooths out and he grins.
“Wow, really--?“ Nick pauses, visibly reining in his excitement, and then casually hitches his arm back over the seat. “That would be cool, I guess.”
**
Joe ushers Nick inside and locks the door behind them. He’s almost 100% sure no one saw them come up.
“This is nice,” Nick says, lowering his backpack near the T.V.
“Nick, come here, please.”
Nick walks back to Joe, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Joe palms Nick's face and presses his forehead to Nick’s, feeling the kid’s gasp against his own lips.
“I’m not…you know I’m only a few years older than you, right?”
“Yeah--y-yes,” Nick stutters.
His cheeks are so hot and smooth. Sweet is all Joe can think. He can’t believe how heady it is, finally touching Nick like this, breathing him in.
“I’m not some dirty old guy who’s got a thing for kids, okay?”
"Oh no, I know. Y-you're...more like a..." Nick trails off and Joe presses him.
"What?"
"Uh, more like a cool...big brother?"
Oh.
Joe releases him and steps back. "Nick? Did you--? You were thinking of me as a big brother?"
Nick raises one hand, starts worrying at his thumbnail, eyes on the carpet as he answers.
"I had an older brother. He died when I was really young, but his name was Joe and he...he'd be your age, if he was alive."
Joe grabs his own hair and tugs at it, stomach twisting hard. He can't believe how badly he messed up.
"I'm not your brother." Nick is the last person he wants to lash out at, but the kid is right there.
Nick's gaze snaps to Joe's--he looks shocked, all wide-eyed and young--and he says, "I know..."
"Oh, my God. What did you think--why do you think I brought you here?"
It's mostly Joe's frustrated libido doing the talking at this point--he really wanted to fuck this kid...still wants it, actually.
Nick shrugs. "Thought we were gonna play PS3 or something?"
Joe tears his tie off, then starts working on his jacket, saying, "Really, Nick? You thought I brought you back here to play video games?"
Nick's brows draw together and he sets his hands on his hips, raising his chin as he squares his shoulders, stands toe-to-toe with Joe.
"Yes sir, that's what I thought. Since I was wrong, maybe you can just take me home."
Joe smirks. He's never seen this side of Nick, never seen the steel beneath Nick's sweet surface. It's terribly hot. That settles it: Nick's not getting out of this apartment until at least one of them has had an orgasm.
"Listen." Joe raises his hands in a gesture of peace. "We should start again. I'm Joe Jonas, your Chemistry sub for the next week, and since I'm not your brother, will you please suck my dick?"
"W-what?" Nick splutters, cheeks blooming splotchy red as he falls back, confusion turning him right back into a flustered boy.
Joe advances, not stopping until Nick's against the wall. He finishes unbuttoning his Oxford and strips it off, then he boxes Nick in, planting his hands on the wall near Nick's shoulders.
"Oh, come on! You're a pretty boy at an all boys' school--don't tell me you've never given a blow job."
Nick raises a hand between them, flashing his silver ring, and Joe frowns blankly.
"It's a purity ring!" Nick blurts. "Of course I've never...done that! And I'm not gay, and what..." Nick's tone turns plaintive. "Why are you doing this?"
He's trembling and there's a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. His eyes are fixed somewhere near Joe's chest and when Joe glances down, Joe sees that the kid's getting hard.
Joe pulls his glasses off--carelessly tossing them aside--drops his head to Nick's shoulder and cups Nick through his trousers.
"Oh! Oh nghhhhh!"
Nick throws his head back and bucks into Joe's touch right away, but Joe doesn't laugh; he can't. His mouth's gone dry and he's achy-hard in his own pants. He feels Nick's hands at his waist, helplessly clutching Joe's undershirt as Joe massages his prick.
"It's okay, it's okay," Joe soothes, dropping to his knees. He's shaky, all of the sudden, and feels like he can't get Nick's trousers open quickly enough. "I'll show you. Please let me show you."
He doesn't wait for Nick's response, he just jerks the khakis down to bunch at Nick's knees, freezing when he sees Nick's white briefs.
"Oh God," he groans, stroking his fingers along Nick's shaft, feeling at Nick through the thin cotton.
Nick's dick spurts precome, and he grunts and trembles, but he doesn't push Joe away, so Joe ducks close, slipping his hand under the edge of Nick's shirt. He palms the kid's warm belly as he opens his mouth over the head of Nick's dick, tonguing the wet spot. Nick lets out a cry and slams his hands against the wall, hips straining against Joe's hold, like he's already desperate to fuck Joe's mouth.
Joe hums happily and suckles, soaking Nick through his underwear, making the cotton cling to his hot little dick. The kid's so fucking responsive, so much hotter for it than Joe ever imagined. Joe pulls back to yank Nick's underwear down his thighs, and Nick yelps, tries to cover himself.
Joe intercepts Nick's wrists and pins them to the wall, saying, "No! Keep them there."
"Mr. J-Jonas--" Nick gasps, fighting Joe's hold for the first time. "I can't--we can't d-do this! It's wrong."
"Nick, it's okay, really. Y-you're gonna like it so much." Joe tears his eyes from Nick's erection--all pink and perfect, bobbing with each of Nick's panicked breaths--and locks his gaze to Nick's, saying, "You need it," as he darts his tongue out, licking at the slit.
Nick's face twists like he might cry, pretty mouth gaping stupidly as Joe takes the head inside. Joe lets his eyes flutter shut and sets to work, blowing the kid properly. He loosens his jaw and works his tongue around Nick as he sinks down, sucking Nick deeper, until his nose meets Nick's soft, tawny curls. He inhales, tasting Nick against his tongue and breathing Nick in; this ripe, overwhelming mix of boy-sweat and arousal.
Nick's just so fucking pent-up, so hot. Joe moves a hand between Nick's sweaty thighs, cupping Nick's balls and brushing his fingertips over Nick's perineum. Nick makes this shocked, choked noise and pulses in Joe's mouth, one big movement before the kid loses his load, shooting hard against the back of Joe's throat.
Joe pulls off, coughing helplessly, and feels Nick's spunk hit him; warm, wet splashes against his closed eyes and gasping mouth. He wipes the sticky mess from his eyes and looks at Nick, catches the kid milking himself, red-knuckled fist working his flushed dick, come still dribbling from the slit. Joe glances up and finds Nick wrecked--sweaty curls plastered to his forehead, lips bitten red and raw, pupils shot, black--eyes riveted to Joe's mouth as he finishes himself.
Joe licks his lips, groaning a little at the taste of Nick, and grabs Nick's hips, ducking in to kiss the smooth, pale skin between Nick's belly button and pubes. He drags his mouth down, covering Nick's fist with his own, and tongues at Nick's dick again.
"Oh, no! E-enough, please!" Nick begs, voice pained as he shoves at Joe's head with his free hand.
Joe sits back and catches Nick when he slides to the floor in a boneless heap; just a tuckered out, sweet boy. Joe hugs Nick close for a second, but his dick's ready to burst. He settles Nick on the carpet, face-first, and pulls Nick's trousers all the way off. Nick does nothing when Joe kneels between the his legs and shoves Nick's jacket and shirt up, tucking them out of the way, baring as much of Nick as he can. He waits for Nick to come down, get his breath back, and drinks his fill of the view. Nick's all lean muscle and milky-smooth skin--freckles in some very interesting places--and he's got the most perfect ass Joe's ever seen. Joe palms it and Nick jerks, raising his head to look back at Joe.
Joe groans, unable to wait anymore.
"What--?" Nick's question is cut off when Joe spreads Nick's cheeks and bends to drag his tongue across the little pucker of Nick's hole. "Oh my G-god! What are y--unghhh!"
Joe pins Nick with one arm across Nick's lower back and arrows his tongue into Nick. Nick sobs, every muscle in Nick's body going tense with the shock of it. Nick's scent is even muskier down here and Joe feels drunk or high, dizzy with how much he wants Nick. He prods a fingertip into Nick, alongside his tongue, and his mouth's so wet, spit dribbling down his chin, wetting the crack of Nick's ass.
Joe's dick throbs and he sits up to tear his pants off. The second Nick's free, he gets to his knees and starts crawling away, making Joe lunge after him. Joe tugs Nick back with a hard grip on his hips.
"No, no," Nick moans, breathless and shaking. "Mr. Jonas, you h-have to--oh!"
Joe shuts the kid up by pushing his dick into the space between Nick's legs, rubbing the head against Nick's sac, striping it with sticky-wet. He nuzzles the back of Nick's neck, mouthing at the soft, vulnerable skin there as he runs his hands over Nick's bare back. He grabs Nick's pert ass--massaging the smooth skin, firm muscle--and Nick gasps and shifts, pulling even tighter around Joe's dick.
"N-next time." Joe starts talking as his balls draw up, cockhead rutting past Nick's hole with every thrust. "Swear I-I'm gonna get--uhh--g-get all the way in you--ohhh, fuck!"
Nick makes a high, panicked sound and clenches his thighs together, gripping Joe so good--Joe loses it, painting Nick's asshole and balls in spine-jarring pulses.
**
Joe hasn't done much more than put on his glasses and sprawl out on the couch by the time Nick gets done in the bathroom. Nick hovers near the front door--fully dressed again--anxiously twisting the silver band on his finger and looking everywhere but Joe.
Joe sits up with a sigh and says, "Come here, Nick. I promise not to tear your clothes off."
Nick takes a few cautious steps closer and when he's in range, Joe takes Nick's wrist and tugs Nick between his knees.
"Look at me," Joe quietly demands, thumb slipping beneath Nick's sleeve, brushing the smooth skin of the kid's inner-wrist.
Nick meets his gaze, eyes wide and worried, and Joe goes on, "Don't over-think this, okay? When this stuff happens between guys, it's not...Nick, it's not wrong. It doesn't have anything to do with that ring."
Joe will say anything to get Nick to accept this, accept him, 'cause what happened between them...it can't be a one-time thing. He sits back and tugs at Nick, until Nick sighs and climbs onto the couch, knees on either side of Joe's hips.
Nick holds himself up though, so he's not actually touching Joe, and sounds so much older than seventeen when he says, "I'm not stupid. I know when something's wrong."
"Awww, Nick." Joe reaches up, fingers sliding into Nick's sweat-damp curls. His gaze drops to Nick's mouth and he pulls Nick's face close. "Didn't you like it? Didn't you like when I sucked on your pretty dick?"
"Yes," Nick groans. His nostrils flare on a sharp inhalation and he folds, settling heavily onto Joe's lap..
"Do you want to do it again? Because I want you in my mouth again." He raises his eyes to Nick's and doesn't care that he's begging a kid. "Please don't talk yourself out of this."
"But it's w-wrong--"
"Does it feel wrong? I'm just--I just want to help you. This way, it'll be easier with girls...to wait until marriage. Right? If I take care of your dick every once in a while, won't be quite so hard to keep it in your pants." Joe bites his lower lip and nudges his nose at Nick's throat, whispering, "You got--you got hard again so quick when I stuck my tongue in your ass. You're gonna like my dick so much more."
"Oh God," Nick whimpers, and Joe's not expecting the kid to grab his face, kiss Joe square on the mouth.
He opens to Nick eagerly, sucking the kid's tongue like he'd sucked his cock. Nick groans and rocks into Joe, grinding his erection against Joe's hip--Joe can't believe he's hard again.
He breaks the kiss and Nick clutches his shoulders, begging, "Please don't stop. P-please let me h-have your mouth again."
Joe stares at him, amazed, and feels this swelling tightness in his chest, wonders for a second at the depth of his own relief.
He brushes his lips against Nick's cheek and promises, "Nick, you can have anything--everything."
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