Fic: So fresh, so clean (Joe/Nick, PWP)
Title: So fresh, so clean
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jonas Brothers, real-person fiction, featuring underage homosexual incest. Also, lots of bodily fluids in this one.
Word Count: 2,200ish
Summary: Some people think they’re weird, or whatever, but really, they’re just like any other brothers. Title brought to you by my sick sense of humor.
Disclaimer: This definitely did not happen.
It’s that perfect, hot moment, warm and half-asleep, zings of pleasure shooting through him. He’s not dreaming about anyone specific, just soft, wet lips and perfect pressure all over him. Nick mouths at the warmth, feels a pair of soft lips, responsive and moist, and he sucks at them sleepily.
It gets better then, lazy-hot kisses and oh mmm, just like that. A hot press of tongue and they’re sucking at each other and there’s a leg over his dick, rubbing gently. The pressure is too muted to get him off, but consistent enough to get Nick all chubbed up thick in his shorts.
Nick’s mouth flushes wet, and he nuzzles forward, lifting his head a little to find that mouth again and suck at the tongue pushing in between his lips. It’s so good he doesn’t want to wake up, but then it’s so good that he has to wake up and then-
“Mmm,” Joe murmurs, and presses in closer.
Nick gasps, horrified, and shoves his brother with both hands. Joe is sprawled half on top of him, one of Nick’s legs trapped in between both of Joe’s, bent at the knee. Joe’s got one arm under Nick’s neck, hand hanging slack off the edge of the mattress, and the other hand curled in Nick’s shirt over his chest. And he’s, he’s kissing Nick. Really well.
Nick’s terrified, breathing fast like he’s going to start hyperventilating any second, and Joe’s still rub-rub-rubbing at Nick’s crotch and it still feels alarmingly fantastic and this has to stop.
“Joe!” Nick hisses, shoving him again.
Joe opens one eye sleepily and looks at his brother. Nick is absolutely freaking out, so Joe does what comes naturally. He just pushes a hand through Nick’s curls and shushes him.
“Shh,” Joe slurs, still mostly asleep. “Shh, Nick, s’okay.” He snuggles closer to Nick, hugging him in tight, all the while still rocking his hips against Nick’s thigh.
Nick’s protest gets stuck in his throat when Joe squeezes his legs together, pressing down against Nick’s swollen dick. “Oh, gnnh.”
“Shhh, shhh,” Joe is saying. “S’okay, s’alright.”
And it’s not okay; it’s not alright, but Nick can’t get those words out when Joe presses their mouths together again in a lazy kiss. He’s sucking at Nick’s lips, holding him tight, mouth wet and slick against Nick’s. Nick knows he should be struggling, should be pushing his brother off of him, but it feels so good and it’s been so long and maybe if they just kiss a little-
“Unnh,” Joe moans when Nick slips his fat tongue into Joe’s mouth. “That’s it,” he murmurs as the press of his hips gets stronger. He’s hard, Nick can feel Joe, long and hot against his hip, and that makes it so much dirtier, so much better.
“Joe,” Nick chokes, rutting up against Joe’s ever-creeping leg.
“Shh,” Joe says again as he pulls Nick onto his side, so he’s more fully pressed in between Joe’s thighs. He runs a hand down from Nick’s hair into the back of his shorts, groping at Nick’s ass as he humps against him with slow, intense presses of his hips. “S’okay,” Joe whispers, and slides a boyish-thick finger down in between Nick’s cheeks, feeling around for his hole.
Joe has to strain to reach him, so Nick hunches into a ball and presses his hot face into Joe’s chest. Joe just continues to soothe and shush him, rocking them both so that they press their cocks together just right and Nick can’t, he’s gonna-
He whines when Joe pulls his hand away, just for a moment. He’s too turned on to think, all he can do is shove his fat little dick against his brother’s body and try to rub all that heat out.
“So tight,” Joe mutters, and Nick opens his eyes, chances a look at his brother’s face. Joe’s eyes are closed, but he’s spitting into his hand, rubbing the saliva between his fingertips and wiggling his hand back down into Nick’s shorts. “Shh, open up. Open up for me,” he whispers, and slides his middle finger right down in there.
“Ungh,” Nick groans, crazy with heat. It’s insane. But Joe’s body is hot and rubbing him just right and his finger is, oh, almost-
Nick’s head is thrown back, face a tragic mess, shocked and flushed and wanting. He can’t stop, just ruts against Joe with a mindless instinct, racing towards the finish. Joe sucks at his neck, fucks into him hard and says, bizarrely, “ohhh ungh brother,” and then stills, shuddering against Nick as he comes.
Nick bucks, wiggles against Joe’s finger, but it’s too late. Joe’s pulling it out of him and patting him on the butt sleepily, curling back around Nick like a koala, making sleepy mouth noises as he settles back in.
“Ungh, come on, come on,” Nick whines, writhing against the heavy weight of Joe’s leg. “Joe!” he growls, shoving at Joe’s arm, but it’s no use. Joe’s happily asleep, a dead weight pressing Nick down into the too small bed, face all satisfied and peaceful.
Nick’s cock is a throbbing, searing rod in his shorts, and he whimpers pathetically as he ruts up against his non-responsive brother. It’s- he’s too close, but it’s not working, it’s not enough, and if he could just get a hand around himself he could-
“Oh for-” Nick grumbles, shoving at Joe’s arm and chest hard, rolling his brother onto his back. His eyebrows are set in a firm, angry line as he glares at Joe, jacking his dick the whole time.
He leans up, closer to Joe, watches him. Joe is sprawled out, unaware, cock still flushed and shiny wet where the tip peeks through the slit in his boxers. The fabric around it is all wet with come, and Nick bites his lip as he stares at the sticky white mess in the hair low on Joe’s belly and pulls frantically at his own dick.
“Unh,” Nick grunts, and reaches down with his other hand to tug at his balls. He’s so close, so close, feels so good, just, almost- ungh, fucking Joe-
“Such a jerk,” Nick whispers, voice thin with arousal and frustration.
He slides up the bed, his hand a blur on his slippery-tight dick until it’s so good it’s inevitable. Nick presses closer, pushing his cock right up against Joe’s warm skin and aiming and then ohthere he shoots all over Joe. Nick watches his own thick white come spurt into Joe’s chest hair, up his neck, on his face and Nick’s never nutted off this hard in his whole life. Every shot feels harder than the last, and there’s just so much come. It’s all over Joe.
Nick stays pressed against his brother, panting hard, staring at his own jizz on Joe’s cheek. There’s a little blob of it right on the corner of Joe’s slack mouth, and Nick can’t, he just can’t-
He can’t not raise a shaky finger and push that jizz right into Joe’s mouth; can’t stop himself from huffing out a small, shocked laugh as Joe’s tongue moves against his finger, tasting him.
Nick’s mesmerized, watching Joe eat his come when all of a sudden Joe’s hand comes up and grips Nick’s wrist, holding him tight. Joe’s eyes fly open and he stares at Nick, suddenly and immediately fully awake, like a ninja or something.
Nick panics and struggles, tries to pull his hand back but Joe’s got him tight and good. They stare at each other for a moment. Joe licks his lips and watches Nick’s eyes track the movement.
“Nick,” Joe says, voice all serious. “Did you just spooge on my face?”
Nick gapes at him, shocked. And it’s, yeah, okay, he did, and it’s awful, but it’s also kind of hilarious. Nick’s horrified with himself when he realizes he’s going to laugh. It’s impossible to fight the hysterical smile working its way onto his face.
“W-what?” he tries. “W-why would you-?”
Joe’s eyes widen in surprise as Nick struggles to keep his hysteria in check. A quick second later, Nick is flipped onto his back and Joe is hovering over him, glowering. There is a shiny gob of jizz high on his cheek, and another clinging to his throat.
Nick sputters out a laugh, struggles under Joe but it’s hopeless. Joe’s got him pinned and is glaring at him.
“What a ridiculous question,” Joe says, voice dripping with sarcasm. He presses Nick’s wrists hard into the bed, twisting a little so that the skin there burns.
“Ow!” Nick gripes. “That hurts!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Joe mocks. “But, tell me something. Is there jizz on my face?”
The way he asks it is so crazy, all innocent and matter-of-fact, and Nick can’t hold back. He full on giggles, right in Joe’s come-y face.
“Y-yes,” he says, lips straining to cover his teeth.
“Yes,” Joe parrots. “And, tell me something else. Is it your jizz that’s on my face?”
“Ahaha,” Nick laughs blatantly. There’s no hiding it now. “Y-yeah, I th-think so,” he says, in between giggles.
Joe’s eyes narrow. “You think so, eh?” He sits up, pressing his hips down hard on Nick’s stomach so Nick can barely breathe. “Well, see how you like it,” he growls, swipes his fingers through the come on his cheek and chest and then pushes it up against Nick’s howling mouth.
“Ugh!” Nick twists his face to the side, trying to simultaneously wrestle his brother off of him and avoid a mouthful of his own congealing spunk.
“Mmmm!” Joe pants as he ducks away from Nick’s flailing arms. “So yummy!” He manages to push his index and middle finger into Nick’s mouth, smearing come against Nick’s tongue and teeth triumphantly.
“Mngh.” Nick blanches then stills under Joe’s grip, abruptly abandoning his struggle. He’s pliant and flushed as Joe fingers his mouth, rubbing the come in good. After a long second, Nick grabs Joe’s hand loosely, closes his lips around Joe’s fingers and sucks, eyes closing and cheeks flaring up bright pink.
Joe watches him, sits back a little so that his knees aren’t digging into Nick’s ribs any more. Nick looks obscene, sucking on Joe’s fingers like, ungh, like a dick, and Joe has to drop down over his brother and press his mouth to Nick’s flaming red earlobe.
“Taste good?” Joe murmurs into Nick’s hot ear. Nick keeps his eyes closed and hums his agreement and Joe can’t help but smile, wide and white against Nick’s face. “Interesting,” he says with a chuckle. “Because I’m pretty sure those fingers were in your butthole a few minutes ago.”
Joe doesn’t even have the whole sentence out when Nick’s eyes fly open and he shoves Joe as hard as he can, kneeing him in the nuts accidentally. Or on purpose.
Joe curls up in pain, but he can’t stop laughing.
“So gross!” Nick yelps, scrambling so frantically that he falls off the bed, landing hard on his hip on the carpet. “You’re so, ugh!” He spits and wipes at his mouth furiously.
Joe laughs hoarsely, rubbing his face into the pillow. “Oh, yeah, haha, I’m so gross,” he sniggers. “Face-jizzer.”
Nick glares at him from the floor. “Yeah well you deserved it! You were all, like, humping me in your sleep!”
Joe grins and chuckles. “Oh, yeah, you’re right, that’s totally awful,” he mocks. “I definitely deserved a sperm facial for that.” He groans and squeezes his knees together. “And a kick in the nuts, too.”
Nick bites his lip. “This isn’t funny,” he insists, pressing his lips together and dropping his voice to a whisper. “It’s, Joe, it’s fucked up.” He’s blushing and furious, but he’s also struggling to keep a straight face.
Joe cracks up, kicks at him from the bed. “It’s cute how you whisper when you swear,” he says with an affectionate grin. “You’re such a prim little perv, Nicholas.”
Nick tries to look angry, but he just can’t keep a straight face any longer. He wipes a hand over his face and snickers into it. “Whatever,” he chokes out. “Sleep-rapist.”
“Butt-licker,” Joe shoots back. “It’s so fucked up that you enjoy the taste of your own butt.”
Nick fake-spits on the floor a couple of times before pulling himself to his feet and grabbing for a t-shirt. “This is gross. I’ve got to go wash my mouth out.”
“Bring me a DDP!” Joe yells. “And an ice pack or something.”
Nick shakes his head as he slides into his loafers and opens the door. “I’m not bringing you,” he looks around and then whispers, “shit,” then raises his voice again, “jerk.”
“NICK SAID SHIT!” Joe screams at the top of his lungs, and Nick slams the hotel room door shut.
A couple of seconds later, the door opens again, and Nick hisses, “I’m going to kick your ass at go-carts tonight.” He slams the door behind him again.
“It’s ON, butt-licker!” Joe yells, and plots his revenge.
THE END
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jonas Brothers, real-person fiction, featuring underage homosexual incest. Also, lots of bodily fluids in this one.
Word Count: 2,200ish
Summary: Some people think they’re weird, or whatever, but really, they’re just like any other brothers. Title brought to you by my sick sense of humor.
Disclaimer: This definitely did not happen.
It’s that perfect, hot moment, warm and half-asleep, zings of pleasure shooting through him. He’s not dreaming about anyone specific, just soft, wet lips and perfect pressure all over him. Nick mouths at the warmth, feels a pair of soft lips, responsive and moist, and he sucks at them sleepily.
It gets better then, lazy-hot kisses and oh mmm, just like that. A hot press of tongue and they’re sucking at each other and there’s a leg over his dick, rubbing gently. The pressure is too muted to get him off, but consistent enough to get Nick all chubbed up thick in his shorts.
Nick’s mouth flushes wet, and he nuzzles forward, lifting his head a little to find that mouth again and suck at the tongue pushing in between his lips. It’s so good he doesn’t want to wake up, but then it’s so good that he has to wake up and then-
“Mmm,” Joe murmurs, and presses in closer.
Nick gasps, horrified, and shoves his brother with both hands. Joe is sprawled half on top of him, one of Nick’s legs trapped in between both of Joe’s, bent at the knee. Joe’s got one arm under Nick’s neck, hand hanging slack off the edge of the mattress, and the other hand curled in Nick’s shirt over his chest. And he’s, he’s kissing Nick. Really well.
Nick’s terrified, breathing fast like he’s going to start hyperventilating any second, and Joe’s still rub-rub-rubbing at Nick’s crotch and it still feels alarmingly fantastic and this has to stop.
“Joe!” Nick hisses, shoving him again.
Joe opens one eye sleepily and looks at his brother. Nick is absolutely freaking out, so Joe does what comes naturally. He just pushes a hand through Nick’s curls and shushes him.
“Shh,” Joe slurs, still mostly asleep. “Shh, Nick, s’okay.” He snuggles closer to Nick, hugging him in tight, all the while still rocking his hips against Nick’s thigh.
Nick’s protest gets stuck in his throat when Joe squeezes his legs together, pressing down against Nick’s swollen dick. “Oh, gnnh.”
“Shhh, shhh,” Joe is saying. “S’okay, s’alright.”
And it’s not okay; it’s not alright, but Nick can’t get those words out when Joe presses their mouths together again in a lazy kiss. He’s sucking at Nick’s lips, holding him tight, mouth wet and slick against Nick’s. Nick knows he should be struggling, should be pushing his brother off of him, but it feels so good and it’s been so long and maybe if they just kiss a little-
“Unnh,” Joe moans when Nick slips his fat tongue into Joe’s mouth. “That’s it,” he murmurs as the press of his hips gets stronger. He’s hard, Nick can feel Joe, long and hot against his hip, and that makes it so much dirtier, so much better.
“Joe,” Nick chokes, rutting up against Joe’s ever-creeping leg.
“Shh,” Joe says again as he pulls Nick onto his side, so he’s more fully pressed in between Joe’s thighs. He runs a hand down from Nick’s hair into the back of his shorts, groping at Nick’s ass as he humps against him with slow, intense presses of his hips. “S’okay,” Joe whispers, and slides a boyish-thick finger down in between Nick’s cheeks, feeling around for his hole.
Joe has to strain to reach him, so Nick hunches into a ball and presses his hot face into Joe’s chest. Joe just continues to soothe and shush him, rocking them both so that they press their cocks together just right and Nick can’t, he’s gonna-
He whines when Joe pulls his hand away, just for a moment. He’s too turned on to think, all he can do is shove his fat little dick against his brother’s body and try to rub all that heat out.
“So tight,” Joe mutters, and Nick opens his eyes, chances a look at his brother’s face. Joe’s eyes are closed, but he’s spitting into his hand, rubbing the saliva between his fingertips and wiggling his hand back down into Nick’s shorts. “Shh, open up. Open up for me,” he whispers, and slides his middle finger right down in there.
“Ungh,” Nick groans, crazy with heat. It’s insane. But Joe’s body is hot and rubbing him just right and his finger is, oh, almost-
Nick’s head is thrown back, face a tragic mess, shocked and flushed and wanting. He can’t stop, just ruts against Joe with a mindless instinct, racing towards the finish. Joe sucks at his neck, fucks into him hard and says, bizarrely, “ohhh ungh brother,” and then stills, shuddering against Nick as he comes.
Nick bucks, wiggles against Joe’s finger, but it’s too late. Joe’s pulling it out of him and patting him on the butt sleepily, curling back around Nick like a koala, making sleepy mouth noises as he settles back in.
“Ungh, come on, come on,” Nick whines, writhing against the heavy weight of Joe’s leg. “Joe!” he growls, shoving at Joe’s arm, but it’s no use. Joe’s happily asleep, a dead weight pressing Nick down into the too small bed, face all satisfied and peaceful.
Nick’s cock is a throbbing, searing rod in his shorts, and he whimpers pathetically as he ruts up against his non-responsive brother. It’s- he’s too close, but it’s not working, it’s not enough, and if he could just get a hand around himself he could-
“Oh for-” Nick grumbles, shoving at Joe’s arm and chest hard, rolling his brother onto his back. His eyebrows are set in a firm, angry line as he glares at Joe, jacking his dick the whole time.
He leans up, closer to Joe, watches him. Joe is sprawled out, unaware, cock still flushed and shiny wet where the tip peeks through the slit in his boxers. The fabric around it is all wet with come, and Nick bites his lip as he stares at the sticky white mess in the hair low on Joe’s belly and pulls frantically at his own dick.
“Unh,” Nick grunts, and reaches down with his other hand to tug at his balls. He’s so close, so close, feels so good, just, almost- ungh, fucking Joe-
“Such a jerk,” Nick whispers, voice thin with arousal and frustration.
He slides up the bed, his hand a blur on his slippery-tight dick until it’s so good it’s inevitable. Nick presses closer, pushing his cock right up against Joe’s warm skin and aiming and then ohthere he shoots all over Joe. Nick watches his own thick white come spurt into Joe’s chest hair, up his neck, on his face and Nick’s never nutted off this hard in his whole life. Every shot feels harder than the last, and there’s just so much come. It’s all over Joe.
Nick stays pressed against his brother, panting hard, staring at his own jizz on Joe’s cheek. There’s a little blob of it right on the corner of Joe’s slack mouth, and Nick can’t, he just can’t-
He can’t not raise a shaky finger and push that jizz right into Joe’s mouth; can’t stop himself from huffing out a small, shocked laugh as Joe’s tongue moves against his finger, tasting him.
Nick’s mesmerized, watching Joe eat his come when all of a sudden Joe’s hand comes up and grips Nick’s wrist, holding him tight. Joe’s eyes fly open and he stares at Nick, suddenly and immediately fully awake, like a ninja or something.
Nick panics and struggles, tries to pull his hand back but Joe’s got him tight and good. They stare at each other for a moment. Joe licks his lips and watches Nick’s eyes track the movement.
“Nick,” Joe says, voice all serious. “Did you just spooge on my face?”
Nick gapes at him, shocked. And it’s, yeah, okay, he did, and it’s awful, but it’s also kind of hilarious. Nick’s horrified with himself when he realizes he’s going to laugh. It’s impossible to fight the hysterical smile working its way onto his face.
“W-what?” he tries. “W-why would you-?”
Joe’s eyes widen in surprise as Nick struggles to keep his hysteria in check. A quick second later, Nick is flipped onto his back and Joe is hovering over him, glowering. There is a shiny gob of jizz high on his cheek, and another clinging to his throat.
Nick sputters out a laugh, struggles under Joe but it’s hopeless. Joe’s got him pinned and is glaring at him.
“What a ridiculous question,” Joe says, voice dripping with sarcasm. He presses Nick’s wrists hard into the bed, twisting a little so that the skin there burns.
“Ow!” Nick gripes. “That hurts!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Joe mocks. “But, tell me something. Is there jizz on my face?”
The way he asks it is so crazy, all innocent and matter-of-fact, and Nick can’t hold back. He full on giggles, right in Joe’s come-y face.
“Y-yes,” he says, lips straining to cover his teeth.
“Yes,” Joe parrots. “And, tell me something else. Is it your jizz that’s on my face?”
“Ahaha,” Nick laughs blatantly. There’s no hiding it now. “Y-yeah, I th-think so,” he says, in between giggles.
Joe’s eyes narrow. “You think so, eh?” He sits up, pressing his hips down hard on Nick’s stomach so Nick can barely breathe. “Well, see how you like it,” he growls, swipes his fingers through the come on his cheek and chest and then pushes it up against Nick’s howling mouth.
“Ugh!” Nick twists his face to the side, trying to simultaneously wrestle his brother off of him and avoid a mouthful of his own congealing spunk.
“Mmmm!” Joe pants as he ducks away from Nick’s flailing arms. “So yummy!” He manages to push his index and middle finger into Nick’s mouth, smearing come against Nick’s tongue and teeth triumphantly.
“Mngh.” Nick blanches then stills under Joe’s grip, abruptly abandoning his struggle. He’s pliant and flushed as Joe fingers his mouth, rubbing the come in good. After a long second, Nick grabs Joe’s hand loosely, closes his lips around Joe’s fingers and sucks, eyes closing and cheeks flaring up bright pink.
Joe watches him, sits back a little so that his knees aren’t digging into Nick’s ribs any more. Nick looks obscene, sucking on Joe’s fingers like, ungh, like a dick, and Joe has to drop down over his brother and press his mouth to Nick’s flaming red earlobe.
“Taste good?” Joe murmurs into Nick’s hot ear. Nick keeps his eyes closed and hums his agreement and Joe can’t help but smile, wide and white against Nick’s face. “Interesting,” he says with a chuckle. “Because I’m pretty sure those fingers were in your butthole a few minutes ago.”
Joe doesn’t even have the whole sentence out when Nick’s eyes fly open and he shoves Joe as hard as he can, kneeing him in the nuts accidentally. Or on purpose.
Joe curls up in pain, but he can’t stop laughing.
“So gross!” Nick yelps, scrambling so frantically that he falls off the bed, landing hard on his hip on the carpet. “You’re so, ugh!” He spits and wipes at his mouth furiously.
Joe laughs hoarsely, rubbing his face into the pillow. “Oh, yeah, haha, I’m so gross,” he sniggers. “Face-jizzer.”
Nick glares at him from the floor. “Yeah well you deserved it! You were all, like, humping me in your sleep!”
Joe grins and chuckles. “Oh, yeah, you’re right, that’s totally awful,” he mocks. “I definitely deserved a sperm facial for that.” He groans and squeezes his knees together. “And a kick in the nuts, too.”
Nick bites his lip. “This isn’t funny,” he insists, pressing his lips together and dropping his voice to a whisper. “It’s, Joe, it’s fucked up.” He’s blushing and furious, but he’s also struggling to keep a straight face.
Joe cracks up, kicks at him from the bed. “It’s cute how you whisper when you swear,” he says with an affectionate grin. “You’re such a prim little perv, Nicholas.”
Nick tries to look angry, but he just can’t keep a straight face any longer. He wipes a hand over his face and snickers into it. “Whatever,” he chokes out. “Sleep-rapist.”
“Butt-licker,” Joe shoots back. “It’s so fucked up that you enjoy the taste of your own butt.”
Nick fake-spits on the floor a couple of times before pulling himself to his feet and grabbing for a t-shirt. “This is gross. I’ve got to go wash my mouth out.”
“Bring me a DDP!” Joe yells. “And an ice pack or something.”
Nick shakes his head as he slides into his loafers and opens the door. “I’m not bringing you,” he looks around and then whispers, “shit,” then raises his voice again, “jerk.”
“NICK SAID SHIT!” Joe screams at the top of his lungs, and Nick slams the hotel room door shut.
A couple of seconds later, the door opens again, and Nick hisses, “I’m going to kick your ass at go-carts tonight.” He slams the door behind him again.
“It’s ON, butt-licker!” Joe yells, and plots his revenge.
THE END