Fic: You Feel Like Heaven to Touch (Joe/Nick)
Title: You Feel Like Heaven to Touch
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jonas Brothers crack!fic, un-betaed, real-person fiction, featuring homosexual underage incest. This shit will ruin your life. Proceed with caution.
Word Count: 3,800
Disclaimer: This definitely did not happen.
A/N: Written for the Boyfriends Crackfic Challenge over at boyfriends_fic, for the prompt: How about one of them is invisible?
You Feel Like Heaven to Touch
“Nick! NICK!”
“W-whuzuh?”
“NICK! WAKE UP!”
“M’up,” Nick grumbles, reaching out blindly to shove at his brother. “Just gimme a second.”
“NIIIIIICK!” Joe yells, pushing at Nick frantically. “Look at me!”
“Oh for the love of-” Nick opens one eye, then the other, and sees- nothing. “Joe?” he asks, face scrunched up in confusion.
“Nick,” Joe says, voice sounding scared. “Can you see me?”
Nick looks around slowly, shifting so that he’s sitting up in bed. “Joe?”
Joe squeezes his arm, and okay, that’s weird. Nick can feel him, hear him, smell him, even, but- Joe isn’t there.
“What is going on?” Nick asks, glaring at the empty space in front of him. “What did you do?”
He can’t see Joe’s pout, but he sure feels the hard shove to his chest. “I don’t know! I didn’t do anything! I just- woke up invisible!”
“You woke up invisible,” Nick repeats slowly, carefully enunciating each word.
The bed shakes slightly and a long dent appears on the down comforter next to Nick’s legs. “I didn’t do anything,” Joe says, softly this time.
Nick rubs at his face, shakes his head, and then snuggles back into his bed.
“Niiiick,” Joe whines, pushing at Nick’s back. “What are we gonna do?”
“We’re going to go back to sleep,” Nick says. “Maybe you’ll wake up visible next time.”
Joe falls quiet, as if considering the idea. He shifts around in the bed a little, causing the sheets to rustle and the pillow to let out a few puffing sounds. When he finally settles down, Joe sighs noisily.
“Go to sleep,” Nick orders.
A few long moments pass in silence, until Nick reaches back and feels around for Joe’s arm.
“Nick?”
Nick tugs on Joe’s arm until it’s wrapped around Nick’s chest, pulling his brother’s body against his back. “Just,” Nick says sleepily. “Just hang on to me. So I know you’re there.”
***
When Nick wakes up, Joe isn’t there. Or, maybe he is, but Nick can’t feel him, and he definitely can’t see him.
Nick looks around the bedroom warily. “Joe?” He almost feels silly, talking into the empty space. Joe doesn’t answer.
“Joe?” he says again. “Are you in here?”
Nick isn’t sure if he should feel frightened or frustrated, still unsure as to whether this is some elaborate prank or if his brother, his best friend is really- gone.
“This isn’t funny,” he says to the air around him. His voice trembles, and he accidentally bites his lip so hard tears spring to his eyes.
Just then he feels a touch to his face, Joe’s hand, warm and gentle on his cheek. Nick grasps at him blindly. His palm must land on Joe’s chest, because Nick can feel Joe’s heart reassuring him with a rabbit-fast thumpthumpthump.
“Joe,” he breathes in relief. “You’re here.”
He feels Joe’s arms wrap around him in a hug, and the warmth of Joe’s body presses up behind him. Nick twitches away, ticklish, when he feels Joe’s mouth moving by his ear.
One of Joe’s invisible hands comes up and steadies Nick’s head, holding him tight as he brings his lips close to Nick’s ear again. All of the hairs on the back of Nick’s neck prickle and he struggles against Joe’s grip until he hears- something.
“Joe?”
Joe is quiet.
But not completely silent. Nick strains his ears and can hear Joe talking, a faint, barely there sound. He pushes back into Joe’s grip, pressing his ear against his brother’s mouth and then, yes, if he holds his breath and concentrates really hard, he can hear Joe.
“I’m here, Nick. I’m right here,” he is saying, over and over again.
“I can barely hear you,” Nick says shakily. “What’s happening?”
Invisible fingers smooth his curls back from his head and Joe squeezes him tighter. “I don’t know,” Joe says in his tiny voice. “But I’m here. I’m not-” he starts, but the air conditioning kicks on and Nick can’t hear him anymore.
Nick twists around and hugs him, squeezing his own eyes shut so that he won’t have to see his own arms floating in the air, holding nothing.
Just then there is a soft knock on the door, and Kevin pops into view. Nick drops his arms like he’s heard a gunshot, and tries to look as normal as possible.
“Oh,” Kevin says, surprised. “You’re up. Mom was worried you were going to sleep the whole day away. Have you seen Joe?”
Nick swallows thickly and feels a soft brush of Joe’s fingers against his throat. He gasps and Kevin looks at him strangely.
“W-what? Of course I’ve seen Joe. Why wouldn’t I be able to see Joe?” Nick says, all in a rush.
Kevin raises both eyebrows at him. “Oooookay. Wanna tell me where he is?”
Nick’s mouth falls open as he tries to think of something to say that might make sense. He feels gentle pressure from Joe’s hand on his chin, forcing his mouth closed, and Joe’s faint voice in his ear whispering things he can’t understand. Nick’s eyes flutter closed as he tries to focus, tries to concentrate, but all he can feel is the hot puffs of Joe’s breath against his neck.
“Nick?”
Nick’s eyes pop open to find Kevin watching him curiously. “He went out,” Nick says abruptly. “For a run.”
Joe pats him softly on the back. Good one, he can imagine Joe saying, then winces at how much he aches to hear Joe actually say something.
“Oh,” Kevin says, still watching him with interest. “Right. You feeling okay?”
“Yeah. Yes. I’m fine. Good. I just,” Nick looks around for some inspiration. He just needs to get Kevin out of the room. “Think I need a shower,” he says.
Kevin nods, but doesn’t leave. Nick stands up gingerly so as not to accidentally step on Joe’s foot, turns his back to the door and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Kevin, unfortunately, doesn’t get the hint.
“Let me get it started for you. I want to make sure you don’t put the water too hot,” Kevin is saying as he heads into Nick’s bathroom. “You know how it makes you dizzy sometimes when you’re-”
“I can take care of myself,” Nick grumbles, and then, louder: “I have been bathing myself for several years now. You don’t have to-”
Nick trails off when he feels Joe’s hand press against his back, a soft touch between his bare shoulder blades. He shudders as Joe’s hand slides slowly down, tracing the bumps of his spine like he can’t help but touch. There is nothing particularly unusual about the gesture, but for some reason Nick’s skin feels tingly in the wake of Joe’s hand on him and he feels a matchstrike of heat flare in his stomach.
He thinks he hears Joe whispering something about always being the baby, but it doesn’t sound patronizing. It sounds- hot. Nick doesn’t know if he’s imagining it or what, but Joe sounds possessive and protective and it makes Nick’s dick go heavy and thick in his sleep pants.
Joe’s fingers slip low on his back, and then Nick feels him tap twice at the OmniPod fastened low on his left hip.
“-your blood sugar?” Kevin’s saying as he comes out of the bathroom wiping his hands on his jeans. The sound of the shower running makes it impossible to try to hear Joe in his ear, but the quick squeeze at his neck lets Nick know Joe is wondering the same thing.
“I should probably check,” Nick mutters, sweeping up his kit from the nightstand. It’s never happened before, but maybe this whole thing is a hallucination, brought on by a freak insulin surge. It seems at least as plausible as Joe suddenly becoming invisible for no apparent reason.
“One fifteen,” Nick says quietly, and then repeats it more loudly for Kevin. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” Kevin says, finally backing out of the room. “Just yell if you need me.”
When the door closes, Nick just stands there, awkward and bare-chested in the room until he feels Joe nudging him towards the bathroom.
Nick reaches out blindly, trying to find Joe’s arm. “Hold my hand,” he says, suddenly desperate to know exactly where Joe is. When Joe’s fingers slip into his palm, Nick squeezes and feels immediately reassured.
Joe pulls him gently into the bathroom and pushes him towards the shower, patting him softly on the shoulder and pulling the glass shower door open so that the room fills with warm, humid air.
“You’re right,” he says suddenly, to the quiet stillness around him. “I am a baby,” Nick says softly, trying to swallow against the lump in his throat. “Such a f-fucking baby.”
He stumbles forward as Joe hugs him from behind, fervent and sudden. Nick chokes back a sob and tries to wipe the tears from his face, but Joe holds his arms pinned with unseen warmth criss-crossed over his chest.
“I need you, Joe,” he whispers, shaking his head. “I do. You. You have to come back.”
Joe presses a soft kiss into Nick’s curls, and then Nick can feel him whispering against his ear. Even though he can’t hear what Joe is saying, just having him close makes Nick relax slightly.
After a moment, Joe pulls back from Nick, slipping his hands down Nick’s sides and pushing gently at the waistband of Nick’s pants. Without thinking, Nick grasps one of Joe’s hands, covering it with his own. He feels Joe’s fingers tug back, as if to pull away and give Nick some space, but Nick doesn’t want that. He squeezes Joe’s fingers tight in between his own, and holds him fast, pressing Joe’s palm against his hipbone.
Joe doesn’t say anything, or if he did, Nick can’t hear him, but he can still feel Joe’s breath warm and punchy against his neck. Nick takes a step backwards, trying to curl up against Joe, but Joe steps back as well, holding Nick at arm’s length.
Nick whimpers quietly and feels his skin go hot with shame from the subtle rejection. He lets Joe’s fingers slide out from under his, and stumbles forward.
He is steadied by the press of Joe’s palm spread wide and warm on his belly, tugging him upright.
“Shhh,” he feels more than hears Joe saying. “Shhh.”
Then Joe is pulling at his pants again, tugging them down his legs and letting them pool at Nick’s feet. Nick stands perfectly still, naked and wondering if Joe is looking at him, if Joe can see. He tries to feel Joe’s eyes on him the way he often swore he could- before.
Joe doesn’t do anything for a long moment, and neither does Nick. Then, finally, finally Joe touches him, running unseen fingers along Nick’s shoulders and down his arms. Then nothing for another long moment, and Nick begins to panic.
What if Joe is fading away even further? What if he is touching Nick right now, but Nick can’t feel it anymore? Just like his ability to see him and feel him had abruptly disappeared, what if Nick can’t feel Joe anymore?
“You can’t leave me,” Nick weeps. “You can’t!”
Joe’s hands come back strong and warm, gripping Nick’s waist from behind and crowding up against him so that Nick can feel Joe’s chest pressing against his back. He grips Nick’s chin in one hand and slowly pushes Nick’s face from side to side. No, he is saying. Never.
Nick lets his head drop forward when he feels Joe’s warm, soft mouth press against the nape of his neck, kissing with a tenderness that Nick doesn’t know how to interpret. Joe’s mouth moves hot and slow against his skin, thrilling him with every press of his lips. When Joe pulls away, Nick doesn’t move, just stands there feeling guilty for wishing Joe would kiss him more.
The rush of the shower is the only sound in the bathroom until Nick hears the door squeak on its hinges. Seconds later a notebook floats in front of Nick’s downturned face with Joe’s messy scrawl.
You shower. I am going to do some research. And pray.
Nick looks up, searching the air helplessly.
The notebook jerks away and then reappears with an addition.
I’ll be in the bedroom. Don’t worry.
***
Nick washes his hair and then scrubs his body with swift, awkward swipes of the washcloth. His dick is swollen and tight but he is too embarrassed to take care of it. If ever there was an inappropriate time to do- that, it’s now.
What if Joe comes back into the bathroom? What if he never really left? What if he’s just sitting there, watching Nick shower, seeing how turned on he is and thinking Nick is a perverted freak for getting horny for his brother. Who is disappearing.
At the same time, the idea that Joe might be there, watching him, keeps Nick’s cock fat and stiff between his legs.
Nick groans and scrubs hard at his chest, leaving the skin pink and sensitive.
***
“Joe?”
Nick peers cautiously into the room, fearful of tripping over his invisible brother. He hears a sound like fingers snapping, over by the bed. His laptop is propped open and Nick can hear Joe pecking at the keys.
Nick tightens the towel around his waist and heads over to the bed. As he approaches, the laptop turns towards him. The screen is white, with one line of text and a blinking cursor.
I can’t find anything online. I don’t think God can hear me. I can’t hear myself and it’s making me a little nuts. Also, don’t worry. I will figure this out.
Nick’s feels his heart clench in his chest. “Joe,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “God hears you, even when you’re quiet. And I’m gonna help you figure this out. We’ll do it together. Just let me put some clothes on.”
He walks over to his dresser and takes his time finding a loose-enough pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Nick pulls on the boxers under the towel, only letting the fabric drop once he feels sufficiently covered. It’s silly; they change in front of each other all the time, but this time Nick feels hyper-aware of his brother’s presence. He slings the t-shirt over one shoulder and heads back to the bed.
When he’s settled in, sitting up cross-legged next to the indentation of Joe’s body, the laptop cursor is blinking at him again.
OMG! NICK JONAS HAS SUCH A CUTE BUTT!!!
Nick huffs out a laugh and blushes. “Give me the computer, dorkface,” he says, and Joe pushes it towards him.
Nick starts typing, clicking away at links and chewing on his lip. Every so often he comes up with some questions for Joe.
“You can see, right?”
No answer.
“Joe? Are you still-?”
Joe’s hand grabs his chin and shakes Nick’s head up and down. Yes.
Nick sighs. “Can you, I don’t know, sit a little closer? It helps if I can feel you.”
Joe pushes at Nick’s back, shoving him forward on the bed several inches. Nick feels Joe slide in behind him, stretching his legs out on either side of Nick’s and lying back against the headboard. He pulls Nick back against him, so that Nick’s back is resting against Joe’s chest. Nick can feel Joe’s breath in his hair, and feels- better.
“So, uh, you can see. So that means you’re not, like cloaked or anything, because in order to see, your retinas have to absorb light. Which means they couldn’t be covered by anything.”
He can feel Joe shrugging behind him.
“Yeah, okay. You’re right. That doesn’t help.”
They’re quiet a few minutes longer, and Joe starts carding his fingers through Nick’s damp hair.
“Okay,” Nick says, breaking the silence. “Here’s something. There is this woman who has documented several cases of what she calls Human Spontaneous Involuntary Invisibility. And it lasts for a short period of time, less than a day, and then it just wears off. But in those cases, the people become completely undetectable. Nobody can hear them, see them or feel them.”
He lurches forward as he feels Joe leaning towards the computer, strong arms bracketing his own. He can feel Joe’s face pressed against his right cheek as Joe strains to read over his shoulder. Nick tries to hold still but fails, instead turning his face towards Joe’s, letting his mouth brush over his brother’s cheek.
It’s- he can’t help it. Joe’s right there, all warm and close and Nick can smell him, feel him, wants to taste him. There’s a moment when he thinks Joe might shove him off, might hate him forever, but then he feels Joe’s arm slide around his waist and Nick sighs in relief.
“I can feel you,” Nick murmurs, mouthing at Joe’s skin. Joe doesn’t flinch away, so Nick closes his eyes and nuzzles him, inhaling the familiar scent of his brother, going dizzy with it.
He reaches up, helplessly grasping for Joe’s hair, pulling Joe’s face closer until his lips are pressed against Joe’s jaw. “I can feel you,” he whispers again, and sucks Joe’s skin into his mouth, savoring the soft skin high on Joe’s neck.
Joe squeezes him tighter around the middle, and then presses his invisible mouth to Nick’s, kissing him soft and relentless. Nick can feel Joe’s lips vibrate with a moan as they come together again and again.
The laptop floats off of Nick’s lap, coming to rest on the nightstand. Unseen hands tug at Nick’s arms; pulling him and rolling him down into the covers, stroking his face, his hair, his chest. Nick fumbles and pulls the sheet over Joe, just so he can watch the shape of his brother’s body moving through the shapes in the soft white cotton: back flexing, hips shifting, legs bending and stretching as he kisses Nick like he’s starving for it.
When Joe’s mouth moves down, down towards Nick’s neck and collarbone, Nick can’t hold back, ends up blurting out, “Oh God, Joe. Love you so much.”
Joe presses a strong hand against Nick’s chest, right above his heart, and kisses him again. Love you, too.
Joe’s got a thigh pressed between Nick’s legs, and he’s rocking up in the most amazing way, driving Nick insane with want. Nick gropes around his face, catching one of Joe’s hands and tugging it into his mouth so he can suck on Joe’s long fingers, soft and absent any guitar calluses.
Joe must like that, because Nick is suddenly jolted by hard thrusts knocking him back into the pillows and Joe is riding him like, like, ohgod, like he wants to fuck Nick.
All he can do is open his legs wider, let Joe come at him and try to make this last.
Nick sucks at Joe’s fingers harder, hollowing his cheeks until Joe starts pushing into his cheek and then dragging his fingers out of Nick’s pursed lips, getting Nick’s face all sloppy wet with spit. He fucks in and out of Nick’s mouth a couple more times and then pulls away so fast Nick’s mouth waters with the abrupt loss.
Suddenly Joe’s slippery hand is pushing into Nick’s boxers, grabbing his cock and stroking the tight, sensitive skin there. Joe jerks him hard and fast, and Nick can barely focus enough to hang on to his brother’s invisible back and moan like a whore.
“Nnngh! Joe!” Nick is gasping for breath, struggling to hold on, hold out even though he feels like bursting. He sees the shape under the sheets slide down the bed, and then Joe’s hot mouth is around Nick’s balls, sucking him wet and dirty while he jacks Nick’s swollen dick. Nick’s eyes roll back in his head and he groans, loud and obvious and slutty.
He can’t help himself; he has to thrust up into Joe’s hand, has to press against Joe’s head and force him closer, has to get that tongue right where he wants it. When he feels Joe’s hand holding his leg up, spreading him open wider, Nick loses it, blowing his load all over Joe’s hand and his own belly with these weak little oh oh ohhs.
Nick’s boneless and fucked-out when he feels Joe leaning over him, feels a velvet soft tongue teasing and lapping at the stripes of come on his belly. Joe’s licking him clean, still thrusting between Nick’s legs, and it’s almost hot enough to make Nick hard again.
He whines when Joe grabs his hair in a vicious tug, baring his neck and staring up into nothing. His legs are pushed up and out, exposing every part of himself to Joe, and Nick holds on to one knee, keeping it there so Joe can see all of him. Moments later Nick feels thick splatters of come on his softening cock, his belly, his balls, and Joe’s sweat dripping down onto his chest.
Joe licks him clean again, suckling at Nick’s tender dick until Nick has to pull him away, tug him up for a proper kiss. When Joe’s tongue pushes into Nick’s mouth Nick can taste their come. He moans and sucks, hungry for the flavor, until they both collapse against the other, fucked stupid and exhausted.
Joe wraps the soft sheets around them both, snuggling into Nick’s side and kissing his temple. Sleep, baby boy, Nick thinks he hears Joe say, but can’t be sure.
***
The next time Nick wakes up, Joe is there, lying next to him and watching him with a dopey smile on his face.
Nick blinks and rubs his eyes.
“Joe?”
Joe’s brown eyes widen for a moment, and he says, “You can see me?”
Nick nods and reaches out to touch Joe’s face, but pulls up short, suddenly shy. “Hi,” he says instead. “S’good to see you.”
Joe laughs, pink lips pulled into a wide, happy smile. “It’s good to be seen,” he says.
They just lie there, smiling at each other for a few moments. Finally Nick laughs, and Joe drops his head into Nick’s neck, grinning against his brother’s soft skin.
“So that was weird,” Nick says.
“Mmm,” Joe answers, nudging Nick’s face with his nose and then kissing him soundly on the lips.
When Joe pulls back, Nick’s face is flushed; he can feel his own cheeks blazing. “That was weird, too,” he says, breathless.
Joe smiles and Nick’s breath catches at how beautiful his brother is. “I think,” Joe says in that soft, musical voice. “I think I might be a bit weird, Nicholas.”
Nick grins and pushes his fingers into Joe’s hair. “I think I might be okay with that, Joseph,” he says, and pulls his brother down for another kiss.
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jonas Brothers crack!fic, un-betaed, real-person fiction, featuring homosexual underage incest. This shit will ruin your life. Proceed with caution.
Word Count: 3,800
Disclaimer: This definitely did not happen.
A/N: Written for the Boyfriends Crackfic Challenge over at boyfriends_fic, for the prompt: How about one of them is invisible?
You Feel Like Heaven to Touch
“Nick! NICK!”
“W-whuzuh?”
“NICK! WAKE UP!”
“M’up,” Nick grumbles, reaching out blindly to shove at his brother. “Just gimme a second.”
“NIIIIIICK!” Joe yells, pushing at Nick frantically. “Look at me!”
“Oh for the love of-” Nick opens one eye, then the other, and sees- nothing. “Joe?” he asks, face scrunched up in confusion.
“Nick,” Joe says, voice sounding scared. “Can you see me?”
Nick looks around slowly, shifting so that he’s sitting up in bed. “Joe?”
Joe squeezes his arm, and okay, that’s weird. Nick can feel him, hear him, smell him, even, but- Joe isn’t there.
“What is going on?” Nick asks, glaring at the empty space in front of him. “What did you do?”
He can’t see Joe’s pout, but he sure feels the hard shove to his chest. “I don’t know! I didn’t do anything! I just- woke up invisible!”
“You woke up invisible,” Nick repeats slowly, carefully enunciating each word.
The bed shakes slightly and a long dent appears on the down comforter next to Nick’s legs. “I didn’t do anything,” Joe says, softly this time.
Nick rubs at his face, shakes his head, and then snuggles back into his bed.
“Niiiick,” Joe whines, pushing at Nick’s back. “What are we gonna do?”
“We’re going to go back to sleep,” Nick says. “Maybe you’ll wake up visible next time.”
Joe falls quiet, as if considering the idea. He shifts around in the bed a little, causing the sheets to rustle and the pillow to let out a few puffing sounds. When he finally settles down, Joe sighs noisily.
“Go to sleep,” Nick orders.
A few long moments pass in silence, until Nick reaches back and feels around for Joe’s arm.
“Nick?”
Nick tugs on Joe’s arm until it’s wrapped around Nick’s chest, pulling his brother’s body against his back. “Just,” Nick says sleepily. “Just hang on to me. So I know you’re there.”
***
When Nick wakes up, Joe isn’t there. Or, maybe he is, but Nick can’t feel him, and he definitely can’t see him.
Nick looks around the bedroom warily. “Joe?” He almost feels silly, talking into the empty space. Joe doesn’t answer.
“Joe?” he says again. “Are you in here?”
Nick isn’t sure if he should feel frightened or frustrated, still unsure as to whether this is some elaborate prank or if his brother, his best friend is really- gone.
“This isn’t funny,” he says to the air around him. His voice trembles, and he accidentally bites his lip so hard tears spring to his eyes.
Just then he feels a touch to his face, Joe’s hand, warm and gentle on his cheek. Nick grasps at him blindly. His palm must land on Joe’s chest, because Nick can feel Joe’s heart reassuring him with a rabbit-fast thumpthumpthump.
“Joe,” he breathes in relief. “You’re here.”
He feels Joe’s arms wrap around him in a hug, and the warmth of Joe’s body presses up behind him. Nick twitches away, ticklish, when he feels Joe’s mouth moving by his ear.
One of Joe’s invisible hands comes up and steadies Nick’s head, holding him tight as he brings his lips close to Nick’s ear again. All of the hairs on the back of Nick’s neck prickle and he struggles against Joe’s grip until he hears- something.
“Joe?”
Joe is quiet.
But not completely silent. Nick strains his ears and can hear Joe talking, a faint, barely there sound. He pushes back into Joe’s grip, pressing his ear against his brother’s mouth and then, yes, if he holds his breath and concentrates really hard, he can hear Joe.
“I’m here, Nick. I’m right here,” he is saying, over and over again.
“I can barely hear you,” Nick says shakily. “What’s happening?”
Invisible fingers smooth his curls back from his head and Joe squeezes him tighter. “I don’t know,” Joe says in his tiny voice. “But I’m here. I’m not-” he starts, but the air conditioning kicks on and Nick can’t hear him anymore.
Nick twists around and hugs him, squeezing his own eyes shut so that he won’t have to see his own arms floating in the air, holding nothing.
Just then there is a soft knock on the door, and Kevin pops into view. Nick drops his arms like he’s heard a gunshot, and tries to look as normal as possible.
“Oh,” Kevin says, surprised. “You’re up. Mom was worried you were going to sleep the whole day away. Have you seen Joe?”
Nick swallows thickly and feels a soft brush of Joe’s fingers against his throat. He gasps and Kevin looks at him strangely.
“W-what? Of course I’ve seen Joe. Why wouldn’t I be able to see Joe?” Nick says, all in a rush.
Kevin raises both eyebrows at him. “Oooookay. Wanna tell me where he is?”
Nick’s mouth falls open as he tries to think of something to say that might make sense. He feels gentle pressure from Joe’s hand on his chin, forcing his mouth closed, and Joe’s faint voice in his ear whispering things he can’t understand. Nick’s eyes flutter closed as he tries to focus, tries to concentrate, but all he can feel is the hot puffs of Joe’s breath against his neck.
“Nick?”
Nick’s eyes pop open to find Kevin watching him curiously. “He went out,” Nick says abruptly. “For a run.”
Joe pats him softly on the back. Good one, he can imagine Joe saying, then winces at how much he aches to hear Joe actually say something.
“Oh,” Kevin says, still watching him with interest. “Right. You feeling okay?”
“Yeah. Yes. I’m fine. Good. I just,” Nick looks around for some inspiration. He just needs to get Kevin out of the room. “Think I need a shower,” he says.
Kevin nods, but doesn’t leave. Nick stands up gingerly so as not to accidentally step on Joe’s foot, turns his back to the door and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Kevin, unfortunately, doesn’t get the hint.
“Let me get it started for you. I want to make sure you don’t put the water too hot,” Kevin is saying as he heads into Nick’s bathroom. “You know how it makes you dizzy sometimes when you’re-”
“I can take care of myself,” Nick grumbles, and then, louder: “I have been bathing myself for several years now. You don’t have to-”
Nick trails off when he feels Joe’s hand press against his back, a soft touch between his bare shoulder blades. He shudders as Joe’s hand slides slowly down, tracing the bumps of his spine like he can’t help but touch. There is nothing particularly unusual about the gesture, but for some reason Nick’s skin feels tingly in the wake of Joe’s hand on him and he feels a matchstrike of heat flare in his stomach.
He thinks he hears Joe whispering something about always being the baby, but it doesn’t sound patronizing. It sounds- hot. Nick doesn’t know if he’s imagining it or what, but Joe sounds possessive and protective and it makes Nick’s dick go heavy and thick in his sleep pants.
Joe’s fingers slip low on his back, and then Nick feels him tap twice at the OmniPod fastened low on his left hip.
“-your blood sugar?” Kevin’s saying as he comes out of the bathroom wiping his hands on his jeans. The sound of the shower running makes it impossible to try to hear Joe in his ear, but the quick squeeze at his neck lets Nick know Joe is wondering the same thing.
“I should probably check,” Nick mutters, sweeping up his kit from the nightstand. It’s never happened before, but maybe this whole thing is a hallucination, brought on by a freak insulin surge. It seems at least as plausible as Joe suddenly becoming invisible for no apparent reason.
“One fifteen,” Nick says quietly, and then repeats it more loudly for Kevin. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” Kevin says, finally backing out of the room. “Just yell if you need me.”
When the door closes, Nick just stands there, awkward and bare-chested in the room until he feels Joe nudging him towards the bathroom.
Nick reaches out blindly, trying to find Joe’s arm. “Hold my hand,” he says, suddenly desperate to know exactly where Joe is. When Joe’s fingers slip into his palm, Nick squeezes and feels immediately reassured.
Joe pulls him gently into the bathroom and pushes him towards the shower, patting him softly on the shoulder and pulling the glass shower door open so that the room fills with warm, humid air.
“You’re right,” he says suddenly, to the quiet stillness around him. “I am a baby,” Nick says softly, trying to swallow against the lump in his throat. “Such a f-fucking baby.”
He stumbles forward as Joe hugs him from behind, fervent and sudden. Nick chokes back a sob and tries to wipe the tears from his face, but Joe holds his arms pinned with unseen warmth criss-crossed over his chest.
“I need you, Joe,” he whispers, shaking his head. “I do. You. You have to come back.”
Joe presses a soft kiss into Nick’s curls, and then Nick can feel him whispering against his ear. Even though he can’t hear what Joe is saying, just having him close makes Nick relax slightly.
After a moment, Joe pulls back from Nick, slipping his hands down Nick’s sides and pushing gently at the waistband of Nick’s pants. Without thinking, Nick grasps one of Joe’s hands, covering it with his own. He feels Joe’s fingers tug back, as if to pull away and give Nick some space, but Nick doesn’t want that. He squeezes Joe’s fingers tight in between his own, and holds him fast, pressing Joe’s palm against his hipbone.
Joe doesn’t say anything, or if he did, Nick can’t hear him, but he can still feel Joe’s breath warm and punchy against his neck. Nick takes a step backwards, trying to curl up against Joe, but Joe steps back as well, holding Nick at arm’s length.
Nick whimpers quietly and feels his skin go hot with shame from the subtle rejection. He lets Joe’s fingers slide out from under his, and stumbles forward.
He is steadied by the press of Joe’s palm spread wide and warm on his belly, tugging him upright.
“Shhh,” he feels more than hears Joe saying. “Shhh.”
Then Joe is pulling at his pants again, tugging them down his legs and letting them pool at Nick’s feet. Nick stands perfectly still, naked and wondering if Joe is looking at him, if Joe can see. He tries to feel Joe’s eyes on him the way he often swore he could- before.
Joe doesn’t do anything for a long moment, and neither does Nick. Then, finally, finally Joe touches him, running unseen fingers along Nick’s shoulders and down his arms. Then nothing for another long moment, and Nick begins to panic.
What if Joe is fading away even further? What if he is touching Nick right now, but Nick can’t feel it anymore? Just like his ability to see him and feel him had abruptly disappeared, what if Nick can’t feel Joe anymore?
“You can’t leave me,” Nick weeps. “You can’t!”
Joe’s hands come back strong and warm, gripping Nick’s waist from behind and crowding up against him so that Nick can feel Joe’s chest pressing against his back. He grips Nick’s chin in one hand and slowly pushes Nick’s face from side to side. No, he is saying. Never.
Nick lets his head drop forward when he feels Joe’s warm, soft mouth press against the nape of his neck, kissing with a tenderness that Nick doesn’t know how to interpret. Joe’s mouth moves hot and slow against his skin, thrilling him with every press of his lips. When Joe pulls away, Nick doesn’t move, just stands there feeling guilty for wishing Joe would kiss him more.
The rush of the shower is the only sound in the bathroom until Nick hears the door squeak on its hinges. Seconds later a notebook floats in front of Nick’s downturned face with Joe’s messy scrawl.
You shower. I am going to do some research. And pray.
Nick looks up, searching the air helplessly.
The notebook jerks away and then reappears with an addition.
I’ll be in the bedroom. Don’t worry.
***
Nick washes his hair and then scrubs his body with swift, awkward swipes of the washcloth. His dick is swollen and tight but he is too embarrassed to take care of it. If ever there was an inappropriate time to do- that, it’s now.
What if Joe comes back into the bathroom? What if he never really left? What if he’s just sitting there, watching Nick shower, seeing how turned on he is and thinking Nick is a perverted freak for getting horny for his brother. Who is disappearing.
At the same time, the idea that Joe might be there, watching him, keeps Nick’s cock fat and stiff between his legs.
Nick groans and scrubs hard at his chest, leaving the skin pink and sensitive.
***
“Joe?”
Nick peers cautiously into the room, fearful of tripping over his invisible brother. He hears a sound like fingers snapping, over by the bed. His laptop is propped open and Nick can hear Joe pecking at the keys.
Nick tightens the towel around his waist and heads over to the bed. As he approaches, the laptop turns towards him. The screen is white, with one line of text and a blinking cursor.
I can’t find anything online. I don’t think God can hear me. I can’t hear myself and it’s making me a little nuts. Also, don’t worry. I will figure this out.
Nick’s feels his heart clench in his chest. “Joe,” he says, voice cracking slightly. “God hears you, even when you’re quiet. And I’m gonna help you figure this out. We’ll do it together. Just let me put some clothes on.”
He walks over to his dresser and takes his time finding a loose-enough pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Nick pulls on the boxers under the towel, only letting the fabric drop once he feels sufficiently covered. It’s silly; they change in front of each other all the time, but this time Nick feels hyper-aware of his brother’s presence. He slings the t-shirt over one shoulder and heads back to the bed.
When he’s settled in, sitting up cross-legged next to the indentation of Joe’s body, the laptop cursor is blinking at him again.
OMG! NICK JONAS HAS SUCH A CUTE BUTT!!!
Nick huffs out a laugh and blushes. “Give me the computer, dorkface,” he says, and Joe pushes it towards him.
Nick starts typing, clicking away at links and chewing on his lip. Every so often he comes up with some questions for Joe.
“You can see, right?”
No answer.
“Joe? Are you still-?”
Joe’s hand grabs his chin and shakes Nick’s head up and down. Yes.
Nick sighs. “Can you, I don’t know, sit a little closer? It helps if I can feel you.”
Joe pushes at Nick’s back, shoving him forward on the bed several inches. Nick feels Joe slide in behind him, stretching his legs out on either side of Nick’s and lying back against the headboard. He pulls Nick back against him, so that Nick’s back is resting against Joe’s chest. Nick can feel Joe’s breath in his hair, and feels- better.
“So, uh, you can see. So that means you’re not, like cloaked or anything, because in order to see, your retinas have to absorb light. Which means they couldn’t be covered by anything.”
He can feel Joe shrugging behind him.
“Yeah, okay. You’re right. That doesn’t help.”
They’re quiet a few minutes longer, and Joe starts carding his fingers through Nick’s damp hair.
“Okay,” Nick says, breaking the silence. “Here’s something. There is this woman who has documented several cases of what she calls Human Spontaneous Involuntary Invisibility. And it lasts for a short period of time, less than a day, and then it just wears off. But in those cases, the people become completely undetectable. Nobody can hear them, see them or feel them.”
He lurches forward as he feels Joe leaning towards the computer, strong arms bracketing his own. He can feel Joe’s face pressed against his right cheek as Joe strains to read over his shoulder. Nick tries to hold still but fails, instead turning his face towards Joe’s, letting his mouth brush over his brother’s cheek.
It’s- he can’t help it. Joe’s right there, all warm and close and Nick can smell him, feel him, wants to taste him. There’s a moment when he thinks Joe might shove him off, might hate him forever, but then he feels Joe’s arm slide around his waist and Nick sighs in relief.
“I can feel you,” Nick murmurs, mouthing at Joe’s skin. Joe doesn’t flinch away, so Nick closes his eyes and nuzzles him, inhaling the familiar scent of his brother, going dizzy with it.
He reaches up, helplessly grasping for Joe’s hair, pulling Joe’s face closer until his lips are pressed against Joe’s jaw. “I can feel you,” he whispers again, and sucks Joe’s skin into his mouth, savoring the soft skin high on Joe’s neck.
Joe squeezes him tighter around the middle, and then presses his invisible mouth to Nick’s, kissing him soft and relentless. Nick can feel Joe’s lips vibrate with a moan as they come together again and again.
The laptop floats off of Nick’s lap, coming to rest on the nightstand. Unseen hands tug at Nick’s arms; pulling him and rolling him down into the covers, stroking his face, his hair, his chest. Nick fumbles and pulls the sheet over Joe, just so he can watch the shape of his brother’s body moving through the shapes in the soft white cotton: back flexing, hips shifting, legs bending and stretching as he kisses Nick like he’s starving for it.
When Joe’s mouth moves down, down towards Nick’s neck and collarbone, Nick can’t hold back, ends up blurting out, “Oh God, Joe. Love you so much.”
Joe presses a strong hand against Nick’s chest, right above his heart, and kisses him again. Love you, too.
Joe’s got a thigh pressed between Nick’s legs, and he’s rocking up in the most amazing way, driving Nick insane with want. Nick gropes around his face, catching one of Joe’s hands and tugging it into his mouth so he can suck on Joe’s long fingers, soft and absent any guitar calluses.
Joe must like that, because Nick is suddenly jolted by hard thrusts knocking him back into the pillows and Joe is riding him like, like, ohgod, like he wants to fuck Nick.
All he can do is open his legs wider, let Joe come at him and try to make this last.
Nick sucks at Joe’s fingers harder, hollowing his cheeks until Joe starts pushing into his cheek and then dragging his fingers out of Nick’s pursed lips, getting Nick’s face all sloppy wet with spit. He fucks in and out of Nick’s mouth a couple more times and then pulls away so fast Nick’s mouth waters with the abrupt loss.
Suddenly Joe’s slippery hand is pushing into Nick’s boxers, grabbing his cock and stroking the tight, sensitive skin there. Joe jerks him hard and fast, and Nick can barely focus enough to hang on to his brother’s invisible back and moan like a whore.
“Nnngh! Joe!” Nick is gasping for breath, struggling to hold on, hold out even though he feels like bursting. He sees the shape under the sheets slide down the bed, and then Joe’s hot mouth is around Nick’s balls, sucking him wet and dirty while he jacks Nick’s swollen dick. Nick’s eyes roll back in his head and he groans, loud and obvious and slutty.
He can’t help himself; he has to thrust up into Joe’s hand, has to press against Joe’s head and force him closer, has to get that tongue right where he wants it. When he feels Joe’s hand holding his leg up, spreading him open wider, Nick loses it, blowing his load all over Joe’s hand and his own belly with these weak little oh oh ohhs.
Nick’s boneless and fucked-out when he feels Joe leaning over him, feels a velvet soft tongue teasing and lapping at the stripes of come on his belly. Joe’s licking him clean, still thrusting between Nick’s legs, and it’s almost hot enough to make Nick hard again.
He whines when Joe grabs his hair in a vicious tug, baring his neck and staring up into nothing. His legs are pushed up and out, exposing every part of himself to Joe, and Nick holds on to one knee, keeping it there so Joe can see all of him. Moments later Nick feels thick splatters of come on his softening cock, his belly, his balls, and Joe’s sweat dripping down onto his chest.
Joe licks him clean again, suckling at Nick’s tender dick until Nick has to pull him away, tug him up for a proper kiss. When Joe’s tongue pushes into Nick’s mouth Nick can taste their come. He moans and sucks, hungry for the flavor, until they both collapse against the other, fucked stupid and exhausted.
Joe wraps the soft sheets around them both, snuggling into Nick’s side and kissing his temple. Sleep, baby boy, Nick thinks he hears Joe say, but can’t be sure.
***
The next time Nick wakes up, Joe is there, lying next to him and watching him with a dopey smile on his face.
Nick blinks and rubs his eyes.
“Joe?”
Joe’s brown eyes widen for a moment, and he says, “You can see me?”
Nick nods and reaches out to touch Joe’s face, but pulls up short, suddenly shy. “Hi,” he says instead. “S’good to see you.”
Joe laughs, pink lips pulled into a wide, happy smile. “It’s good to be seen,” he says.
They just lie there, smiling at each other for a few moments. Finally Nick laughs, and Joe drops his head into Nick’s neck, grinning against his brother’s soft skin.
“So that was weird,” Nick says.
“Mmm,” Joe answers, nudging Nick’s face with his nose and then kissing him soundly on the lips.
When Joe pulls back, Nick’s face is flushed; he can feel his own cheeks blazing. “That was weird, too,” he says, breathless.
Joe smiles and Nick’s breath catches at how beautiful his brother is. “I think,” Joe says in that soft, musical voice. “I think I might be a bit weird, Nicholas.”
Nick grins and pushes his fingers into Joe’s hair. “I think I might be okay with that, Joseph,” he says, and pulls his brother down for another kiss.