Ficlet request #2: jealous!Nick
For thisissirius, who wanted Nick getting jealous of Joe’s new social life, with possessive kissing. 900 words, adult.
The first show in LA is great. Joe brings everyone backstage, and there’s so much hugging and laughing Nick barely has time for his pre-show freakout. Just before Diane finishes up, as the backstage party starts to clear out, Joe slips a card key and a set of actual keys into Nick’s hand. “Come by tonight,” Joe says with a grin. “Everyone’ll be there.”
“I won’t be done until late,” Nick says, thinking about all of the stuff he has to take care of at the venue before he can get out of there.
“Everyone’ll be there late,” Joe says in a dopey voice, like he’s mocking Nick. “We stay up past our bedtimes all the time. Don’t tell Mom.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying, I’ve got that thing-”
“You can crash with me, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” Nick smiles as Joe tries to ruffle his hair. “Hey, hey, don’t mess with my stage presence,” he protests.
* * *
It’s close to one in the morning when Nick lets himself in to Joe’s place. It’s so quiet that for a moment Nick thinks it really is too late; everyone must be sleeping. But then John shuffles out of the kitchen, peers at Nick and shakes his head, saying, “Oh, it’s you.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Nick whispers.
“No need to whisper,” John says. “They’re still out.”
Nick pushes the door shut behind him and cocks his head. “You didn’t go with him?” John’s always with Joe, especially if he’s not with security.
John snorts, shakes his head again. “I can’t keep up with him anymore.”
* * *
Nick wakes to the sounds of Joe stumbling around the room. The mattress shifts as Joe sits down and then jumps, letting out a ridiculous squeal.
“Oh! Holy crap,” he breathes, staring at Nick. “Didn’t see you there.”
“Sorry to surprise you,” Nick says. “I guess I figured that since you invited me here, you’d actually be here.”
Joe sighs and kicks his boots off. “Aw, come on. Don’t break my balls. You could have called or texted or whatever.”
Nick sulks as Joe stands and shucks his jeans. “You told me to come over-”
“I know, I know - I forgot. Sue me,” Joe says and flops down onto the bed. He rolls over and faces Nick, eyes squinting now that he’s not wearing his glasses. “I can’t believe you even came,” he says softly. “You never do anything fun.”
Nick bites his lip. He suddenly feels like crying, or like fighting. He grabs at Joe’s arm and tugs him hard, knocking a confused oomf out of his brother. “Jerk,” he hisses, rolling them both over so that he’s on top of Joe.
“Bossy little- diva,” Joe bites back, and rolls them back over so that Nick’s trapped under him. Nick’s mouth falls open, indignant, and Joe smirks at him. “That’s right, I said it. What’re you going to do about it?”
Nick grunts and swats at Joe’s face. They tussle for a few minutes, shoving and elbowing and flipping each other in the bed, but eventually Joe sags back into the mattress, letting Nick pin him down.
“Never do anything fun, huh?” Nick says, slightly out of breath as he holds Joe’s wrists above his head and straddles his waist. Joe’s breathing hard too, mouth gone pink and slack, and Nick leans down and bites him, right on the lip.
“Ah!” Joe hisses, struggling to pull his arms free. “F-fuck! That hurt!”
“Yeah?” Nick pants. “I don’t know. I thought it was kind of fun.” He leans down and bites Joe again, this time high on the neck. Joe squirms under him but doesn’t complain.
“Maybe I just have a different definition of fun,” Nick says. He bites at Joe’s collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark, and Joe bucks underneath him.
“Ungh,” Joe moans. “Why are you biting me! You’re like a crazy little Chihuahua!”
“What,” Nick says, voice dripping with feigned innocence. “Isn’t this fun?” He leans over again and nips at Joe’s earlobe. Joe shivers under him, and Nick freezes when he feels Joe’s dick pressing stiff and insistent at the back of his thigh. He lets his head drop down against Joe’s neck and laughs.
“Oh you’re kidding,” Joe says. “Now you’re gonna stop?”
Nick pulls himself up, leaning over his brother and grinning. “So you like this, huh?” He rocks down against Joe’s hips once, hard enough to push a hot sighing breath out of Joe. “This is fun for you.” He drops his face down against Joe’s and nuzzles at Joe’s jaw. “This is what you and your little friends get up to when I’m not around,” he says, nipping at Joe’s stubbly chin.
Joe shakes his head jerkily. “N-no,” he says. “Nothing like this.”
“Uh-huh,” Nick says. He pulls up and looks Joe right in the eye. “You don’t do this kind of stuff with Chelsea?” He bites at Joe’s top lip this time, tugging at it with his teeth until Joe whines. “With Garbo?” he teases, licking at Joe’s mouth where it’s gone hot and tender. “With Jess?”
“Nope,” Joe says breathlessly. He shifts under Nick again and again, rubbing his dick against Nick’s backside.
“Not ever?”
“Not even once,” Joe whispers. “Just with you.”
Nick kisses him then, brutal and demanding, and Joe completely gives in, letting his whole body go slack under Nick’s weight. “That’s fucking right, just with me,” Nick growls, and Joe smiles into the dark room.
The first show in LA is great. Joe brings everyone backstage, and there’s so much hugging and laughing Nick barely has time for his pre-show freakout. Just before Diane finishes up, as the backstage party starts to clear out, Joe slips a card key and a set of actual keys into Nick’s hand. “Come by tonight,” Joe says with a grin. “Everyone’ll be there.”
“I won’t be done until late,” Nick says, thinking about all of the stuff he has to take care of at the venue before he can get out of there.
“Everyone’ll be there late,” Joe says in a dopey voice, like he’s mocking Nick. “We stay up past our bedtimes all the time. Don’t tell Mom.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying, I’ve got that thing-”
“You can crash with me, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” Nick smiles as Joe tries to ruffle his hair. “Hey, hey, don’t mess with my stage presence,” he protests.
* * *
It’s close to one in the morning when Nick lets himself in to Joe’s place. It’s so quiet that for a moment Nick thinks it really is too late; everyone must be sleeping. But then John shuffles out of the kitchen, peers at Nick and shakes his head, saying, “Oh, it’s you.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Nick whispers.
“No need to whisper,” John says. “They’re still out.”
Nick pushes the door shut behind him and cocks his head. “You didn’t go with him?” John’s always with Joe, especially if he’s not with security.
John snorts, shakes his head again. “I can’t keep up with him anymore.”
* * *
Nick wakes to the sounds of Joe stumbling around the room. The mattress shifts as Joe sits down and then jumps, letting out a ridiculous squeal.
“Oh! Holy crap,” he breathes, staring at Nick. “Didn’t see you there.”
“Sorry to surprise you,” Nick says. “I guess I figured that since you invited me here, you’d actually be here.”
Joe sighs and kicks his boots off. “Aw, come on. Don’t break my balls. You could have called or texted or whatever.”
Nick sulks as Joe stands and shucks his jeans. “You told me to come over-”
“I know, I know - I forgot. Sue me,” Joe says and flops down onto the bed. He rolls over and faces Nick, eyes squinting now that he’s not wearing his glasses. “I can’t believe you even came,” he says softly. “You never do anything fun.”
Nick bites his lip. He suddenly feels like crying, or like fighting. He grabs at Joe’s arm and tugs him hard, knocking a confused oomf out of his brother. “Jerk,” he hisses, rolling them both over so that he’s on top of Joe.
“Bossy little- diva,” Joe bites back, and rolls them back over so that Nick’s trapped under him. Nick’s mouth falls open, indignant, and Joe smirks at him. “That’s right, I said it. What’re you going to do about it?”
Nick grunts and swats at Joe’s face. They tussle for a few minutes, shoving and elbowing and flipping each other in the bed, but eventually Joe sags back into the mattress, letting Nick pin him down.
“Never do anything fun, huh?” Nick says, slightly out of breath as he holds Joe’s wrists above his head and straddles his waist. Joe’s breathing hard too, mouth gone pink and slack, and Nick leans down and bites him, right on the lip.
“Ah!” Joe hisses, struggling to pull his arms free. “F-fuck! That hurt!”
“Yeah?” Nick pants. “I don’t know. I thought it was kind of fun.” He leans down and bites Joe again, this time high on the neck. Joe squirms under him but doesn’t complain.
“Maybe I just have a different definition of fun,” Nick says. He bites at Joe’s collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark, and Joe bucks underneath him.
“Ungh,” Joe moans. “Why are you biting me! You’re like a crazy little Chihuahua!”
“What,” Nick says, voice dripping with feigned innocence. “Isn’t this fun?” He leans over again and nips at Joe’s earlobe. Joe shivers under him, and Nick freezes when he feels Joe’s dick pressing stiff and insistent at the back of his thigh. He lets his head drop down against Joe’s neck and laughs.
“Oh you’re kidding,” Joe says. “Now you’re gonna stop?”
Nick pulls himself up, leaning over his brother and grinning. “So you like this, huh?” He rocks down against Joe’s hips once, hard enough to push a hot sighing breath out of Joe. “This is fun for you.” He drops his face down against Joe’s and nuzzles at Joe’s jaw. “This is what you and your little friends get up to when I’m not around,” he says, nipping at Joe’s stubbly chin.
Joe shakes his head jerkily. “N-no,” he says. “Nothing like this.”
“Uh-huh,” Nick says. He pulls up and looks Joe right in the eye. “You don’t do this kind of stuff with Chelsea?” He bites at Joe’s top lip this time, tugging at it with his teeth until Joe whines. “With Garbo?” he teases, licking at Joe’s mouth where it’s gone hot and tender. “With Jess?”
“Nope,” Joe says breathlessly. He shifts under Nick again and again, rubbing his dick against Nick’s backside.
“Not ever?”
“Not even once,” Joe whispers. “Just with you.”
Nick kisses him then, brutal and demanding, and Joe completely gives in, letting his whole body go slack under Nick’s weight. “That’s fucking right, just with me,” Nick growls, and Joe smiles into the dark room.