Fic: Brass In Pocket (Joe/Nick, NC-17)
Title: Brass In Pocket
Pairing: Joe/Nick (with some Nick/Demi and brief mention of Joe/Demi)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jonas Brothers, un-betaed, real-person fiction, featuring homosexual underage incest. Again. Nick is 15 in this one, and also, it’s kind of… gooey.
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: I started writing this for the Role-Reversal Fic Challenge, for my own prompt (how embarrassing) - One turns out to be a size queen, and the other turns out to be PACKING. novaberry wrote the first version, with Joe being fascinated by Nick’s gifts here, and I said I would write it the other way around (um, lots of MONTHS ago - SORRY). So this fic is about Nick obsessing over Joe’s wiener, and how it leads to first-time shenanigans.
Disclaimer: This definitely did not happen.
Brass In Pocket
They’re kissing, her lips soft and wet on his, and he can’t help but nudge up against her, right where she’s warm and squirming beneath him. She makes a soft little moan, so he presses against her again, rubbing himself slowly against her hip. It feels so good, pushing his tongue into her hot mouth, squeezing her nipples through her bra, bodies shoving against one another in a lazy rhythm.
It’s good in this totally safe, calm kind of way. It doesn’t get crazy between them, which is good, Nick supposes. It makes it easier to stop before things get out of hand. Demi’s a good friend, and she’s pretty much in the same boat they are, so there’s not much danger of things going too far. They can just do stuff like this, mess around, and it doesn’t make things weird.
When he finally pulls his mouth away from hers and pushes up, as if to roll off of her, Demi wraps her legs around Nick’s hips and arches her hips against his once, and then slumps back against the bed. It surprises him because, well, it’s a sort of sex-like move, and they don’t really go there. It’s so fast he doesn’t really have a chance to freak out about it, but for that one fleeting moment he’d felt it, felt the tip of his dick snag on that hungry little spot between her legs, and it makes him sweat. But Demi just falls back onto the pillows next to him and takes his hand, threading their fingers together. Nick has to use his other hand to tug at the inseam of his pants, trying to be subtle as he adjusts his dick so it’s not so obviously sticking up.
Demi surprises him again when she grabs him, right through his pants, and gives him an assessing squeeze. Nick giggles on an exhale, equal parts shocked and amused.
“You Jonas boys,” she sighs. “Daaaaayum.”
Nick smiles, more because he’s just used to everything Demi says making him smile, and also, that kind of sounded like a compliment. Just. He’s not sure for what. Or for whom.
* * *
Nick’s sitting at the table in the green room when Demi and Joe burst in, laughing and gasping, each trying to out-talk the other.
“-that creepy janitor totally was going to kidnap you,” Joe barks, wheezing for breath.
“Oh, right, and what?” Demi says, voice sharp with affection and sarcasm. “You scared him off?”
Joe preens and flexes and Demi pretends to swoon.
“Oh!” she says, voice all high and fluttery. “Joe Jonas! You’re so, so big and strong!”
“It’s a Jonas thing,” Joe says, and smacks at the back of Nick’s head. “Nicholas,” he says, ignoring Nick’s exasperated swat. “Show Demi your guns,” he cajoles, poking Nick in the bicep.
Nick doesn’t even look up from his schoolwork, just lifts one arm and curls it upwards, flexing his muscle.
“Oh, I’ve seen them,” Demi says slyly.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Joe gloats, squeezing Nick’s arm. “You should never wear sleeves,” he says to Nick, nodding at the grey tank top Nick’s got on. “Not when such awesome muscles run in the family,” he says happily. “We’re like, genetically superior.”
“Mmm,” Demi says, humming thoughtfully, and Nick’s ears turn pink.
“Well,” she says, winking at Nick. “You can certainly tell you’re brothers.”
* * *
Joe’s reading in bed, glasses on, while Nick changes into his sleep clothes. It’s one of those rare occasions when Joe is truly quiet, absorbed in whatever he’s reading to the point that he forgets to fidget and blurt out whatever comes to mind.
So instead Nick does.
“Joe?” he asks, tentative.
“Hmm?” Joe answers, not looking up from his book.
“You and Demi used to-?”
Joe shrugs and says, “Yeah, sure,” still not looking up.
Nick’s not surprised. He kind of knew, really. And, if he really wants to admit the truth, the fact that Joe and Demi had fooled around kind of made it okay for him to fool around with Demi. Like, it was somehow sanctioned because Joe had done it too.
Nick climbs into bed and shuts off his lamp.
“Mind if I keep reading for a bit?” Joe asks, gesturing haphazardly to his bedside lamp.
“Nah,” Nick says. “I’m good.”
A few minutes pass in silence before Nick tries again. “How far did you guys go? You and Demi?” His voice cracks when he asks the question.
“Mmm?” Joe says again, still engrossed in his book. “Dunno. Probably third base,” Joe says quietly.
Probably, Nick thinks, because that’s all they ever get to.
Finally, Joe puts down his book, bends the page and tosses it on his nightstand. He turns out the light and lies down on his side, facing Nick.
“How ‘bout you?” Joe says, not even questioning whether Nick and Demi have fooled around.
“Uh, second base,” Nick says. “I think.” He scrunches his eyebrows together for a moment. “I’m not sure I actually know what the bases represent.”
“Over the clothes groping?”
Nick nods.
“Second base,” Joe confirms.
They’re quiet again until Joe asks, “Do you, like, like her?” His voice sounds small and sleepy.
Nick immediately shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “It’s just a thing, you know.”
“Yeah,” Joe agrees drowsily. “’Night.”
“’Night,” Nick yawns.
* * *
Nick’s fresh from the shower, wrapped in a towel, having some one-on-one time with the wiped-clear part of the foggy bathroom mirror. He starts out by checking his face for zits. When he finds none, he then studies his chest with a critical eye, checking for any signs of chest hair. None. He pulls his top lip away from his teeth and checks his gums, frowning at his crooked teeth as he does.
The bathroom door bangs open and Nick startles, jumping as Joe rushes in, also clad in a towel, hair wet and dripping.
“Hey!” Nick says. “I’m in here!”
Joe apologizes as he yanks off the towel and jumps into Nick’s shower. “No conditioner in mine,” he explains as the water turns on. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Nick’s blushing at having been caught. Not that he was doing anything bad or anything, just, possibly paying that much attention to his appearance might come across as vain or something.
He looks at his reflection in the mirror, tempted to go back to checking his teeth, when another idea hits him. He looks over at the shower, sees the curtain closed and hears Joe humming to himself, water burbling as it rushes over his mouth.
Nick opens the front of his towel and checks himself out, down there. He tries to look at his dick objectively, tries to imagine what it would look like to someone else. He flexes and his dick kind of flops to one side. It’s soft, kind of thick, and looks, well, like a dick. It doesn’t seem particularly extraordinary to Nick. But he’s pretty sure Demi was-impressed.
He hears the water stop, and he quickly fastens the towel around his waist again and then leans over the counter and pretends to check for nose hair.
Joe gets out of the shower, grabs his towel and gives himself a thorough rub-down before joining Nick at the counter. Joe, of course, does not wrap his towel around his waist. Instead, he wraps it around his head, like a turban.
Nick catches himself staring at his brother’s body. It’s weird, because in so many ways they look so much alike (the set of their shoulders, the shape of their fingers, the slope of their noses) and yet they look different in almost as many ways. Joe’s skin is darker, his chest is more muscular and yet narrower than Nick’s. His stomach is flat and tight, where Nick’s is still rounded and soft. Nick’s paler, so his nipples stand out, kind of puffy and brownish-pink, whereas Joe’s are smaller and kind of blend into his darker skin a little better. And Joe’s got hair, at the top of his chest, down the middle from his bellybutton to his- huh.
“Ugh, can you put that thing away?” Nick says, attempting a joke to cover up the fact that he’d just been fully checking out his brother’s dick.
Joe turns to him and laughs. “What? This?” he says, shaking his hips so that his flaccid penis flaps around.
Nick covers his eyes with both hands and makes a gagging noise. “I’m scarred for life,” he whines. “Cover yourself up, Joseph, or get out of my bathroom.”
“But it’s my special purpose!” Joe bellows, and shimmies up behind Nick, twisting his hips so that he smacks Nick’s backside with his dick a couple of times.
“Gross! How are we related?” Nick says to the mirror, and then “GAH!” as Joe rips the towel from Nick’s hips.
“Joseph!” Nick shrieks, trying desperately to both cover his junk and steal his towel back. He’s not sure what’s more awful, giving his brother a full frontal view or letting his butt hang out in the back. All of a sudden everything about him feels so small and awkward.
It doesn’t matter, because somehow, Joe manages to twist both of Nick’s arms behind him so there’s no way to cover up, his nudity on full display.
“Look at you,” Joe says appreciatively, shamelessly checking Nick out.
Nick stares at the ceiling, feeling his cheeks go molten hot. The only thing he can concentrate on right now is making sure he does not get hard.
And that’s the awful thing about being fifteen. Trying not to think about your own dick is like trying not to come up for air when you’re under water. There’s like this primal instinct that just takes over.
“It’s cool,” Joe says kindly, releasing Nick’s arms. “You’re pretty big, for your age. And it’ll grow.”
Nick inhales so fast he chokes on his own saliva. He spins around and shoves at Joe. “W-what?!”
“I’m just saying,” Joe says sweetly. “Mine was about that size too, when I was your age. And look at me now,” he says proudly.
It’s almost surprising, how quickly Nick forgets about covering up. He stares pointedly at Joe’s dick. It looks about the same as Nick’s, except for how it’s swinging a little lower, heavier between Joe’s legs.
“We look the same!” Nick hisses. “Don’t try to front.”
Joe turns Nick around so that they are both facing the bathroom mirror. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks pointedly at his own penis, then at Nick’s.
It’s-okay. Fine. Joe’s a little longer, maybe. Maybe a little thicker. Okay, definitely thicker. And his balls are-
“Whatever!” Nick huffs. He grabs his towel and stomps out of the bathroom, leaving Joe smirking at his own reflection.
* * *
“Joseph,” Mom says, sounding equal parts surprised and disapproving when Joe comes down for breakfast. “Those pants are not acceptable.”
Nick looks up and very nearly chokes on his granola. Joe’s got on an old pair of white-washed jeans that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. He might as well be wearing tights. The outline of his dick is obvious, and Joe’s balls are all squished up around the base of the zipper. Nick looks back down at his bowl, refusing to let Joe see how red he knows his cheeks have gone.
“Too small?” Joe asks, twisting his hips from side to side. “I wasn’t sure.”
“How could you not be sure?” Mom asks. “Those can’t possibly be comfortable.”
“They actually are,” Joe protests. “And they’re practically brand new. I think I’ve only worn them once.”
“Well that was when you were much younger, I’m sure,” Mom says. “Go change please. You can leave them for Nicholas. I’m sure they’ll fit him just fine.”
Nick’s head drops down for a moment. “Mom,” he whines.
Joe just smiles. “Oh I’m sure they’ll fit Nick,” he agrees pleasantly. “He’s still so tiny.”
“Shut up,” Nick mumbles.
Joe comes and stands right next to him, so that his hips are nudging against Nick’s arm. Nick is not going to look; he’s not. “Aw, Nicky. You’re so small and cute,” Joe says.
Nick turns to glare up at his brother but can’t help it when his eyes catch on the sizable bulge in Joe’s jeans. Joe just smirks, ruffles his hand through Nick’s hair and turns to go back upstairs and change.
“Whatever,” Nick yells. “At least I’m not a fatass!”
“Nicholas!” Mom gasps.
“Sorry,” he says, and glares down at his cereal.
* * *
They’re huddled under a blanket watching the remake of Friday the 13th when he makes it to third base with Demi for the first time. She’s been rubbing at him through his jeans for a few minutes and it feels nice, so Nick’s kind of lifting his hips up, shoving against her hand for the extra pressure.
She leans over and whispers to him, “Take it out,” and he looks at her in surprise. She’s blushing and smiling and looks totally adorable, so he sneaks his right hand under the blanket and tugs his button open, slides down his zipper and slips his dick out through the slit in his shorts.
When she grips him and squeezes, he immediately thinks, she did this with Joe. He pictures her small hands grabbing at Joe’s cock, Joe’s big cock, all thick and dark and she probably couldn’t even get her little hand all the way around it. Because Joe had looked pretty big and he’d been soft. Nick tries to imagine how Joe looks hard, and then abruptly stops, because, well. Trying to picture your brother getting a boner while a totally cute girl gives you a hand job is sort of creepy.
Well, that and thinking about Joe all turned on and huge is making him feel weird.
He tries to focus on the movie to distract himself, but it’s really pretty awful, and Demi’s tugging him in these abrupt, unfamiliar strokes. He wants to reach down and show her how to do it, but that seems rude, so he just exhales and tries to clear his mind. It’s probably for the best that it’s not that good, because he really doesn’t want to come all over Nana’s blanket anyways.
Demi’s pulling at him, she’s jerking him off, and again he’s wondering if this is how she did it to Joe. He wonders if Joe likes it like this, if this is how Joe does it to himself, these rabbit-quick short tugs, this jerky rhythm. Maybe it’s so rough because her hand is so dry, Nick thinks, and that leads him to wonder if Joe uses lotion when he beats off, or if, oh if Joe’s dick leaks as much precome as Nick’s usually does.
It must, Nick reasons, because Joe’s so big, it seems like it would be some biological necessity for Joe’s dick to, like, self-lubricate. Just thinking about it makes Nick’s cock spurt a little.
Joe’s dick must have looked even bigger with Demi’s tiny fingers wrapped around him, all shiny wet. Nick thinks they could use Demi’s hands to measure and really see who’s bigger, even though he knows Joe is. But, a contest would be smart, for, like, posterity. They’d both have to be hard, to be fair. So they’d probably have to jack off a little, just to get really, really hard. Maybe they’d find some porn on Joe’s laptop and they’d have to sit close so that they could both watch. So, yeah, they’d jerk off a little, together. And then Demi could hold each one of them in one of her hands, and they’d be able to compare like that.
And maybe she could pull them together, line them up, push the wet heads of their cocks together like a kiss, letting them slide and rub together, Joe’s bigger, darker cock and Nick’s-
“Oh!”
Demi pulls back and wipes her hand on Nick’s shorts with a tiny grimace. “Coulda warned me,” she whispers.
“S-sorry!” Nick wants to curl up and die.
* * *
“Joseph!” Nick calls from the doorway. “Dinner!”
But Joe doesn’t respond, just keeps tapping his hand against his leg, white earbuds firmly in place. Nick’s got to go in and shake him or something, but when he gets close enough to touch he just freezes up for a moment, eyes fixed on the soft bump in Joe’s track pants. He can’t stop the guilty flop his stomach makes when he remembers how fast he’d gotten off with Demi, when he’d been thinking about Joe. Ugh, and then again later that night, alone in the shower. He’s so screwed up.
“Did you need something?” Joe says, too loudly. He follows Nick’s gaze down to his crotch and then looks back up, grinning widely.
“Uh,” Nick flushes and steps back. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Joe says with a wink, and swings his legs off the bed. He slings an arm around Nick’s shoulders and drags him towards the kitchen.
* * *
Nick’s brushing his teeth when Joe comes in to take a piss.
“Mmph!” Nick grunts indignantly. Can’t he have five minutes to himself in the bathroom, ever?
Joe leans his head back while he pees, looking completely blissed out. “Sorry, sorry,” he says lazily. “I drank like seven bottles of water at that last shoot, and it hit me all at once.”
Nick rolls his eyes and keeps brushing, determined not to look at Joe’s dick. He totally fails, of course. Joe only catches him a couple of times though, so it could be worse.
When Joe’s done, he comes over to the counter and pats Nick on the back. His dick is back in his shorts, but his jeans are still undone.
“Ew, wash your hands,” Nick gripes, and tries to wiggle out of Joe’s grasp.
“Someone’s a bit fixated,” Joe sing-songs and Nick feels his skin flush hot from his ears down to his chest.
“Someone’s got pee on his fingers,” Nick sings in the same tune.
“Want to know my secret?” Joe says, a seeming non-sequitur.
Nick raises an eyebrow at his brother. “Purell?”
“I rub it every day, at least twice,” Joe says, reaching down to pat at his own dick.
Nick just blinks, watching Joe via the reflection in the mirror.
“That’s how I got it to grow up big and strong,” Joe continues. “I massage it every day. I take care of it, Nicholas.”
Nick’s mouth falls open, but he can’t think of a thing to say. His brain is suddenly working furiously to try to figure out when Joe is getting all of this private time in. There are only so many moments a Jonas boy gets to spend on his own, and Nick’s got Joe’s life pretty much catalogued.
“I’m telling you,” Joe says as he buttons his jeans up the rest of the way. “You just gotta take better care of yours. Stroke it, pet it, be nice to it, Nicky. It’ll grow up nice and big like mine. I promise.”
Nick just stares at his brother. Joe gets behind him, rests his chin on Nick’s shoulder and looks at him in the mirror.
“I bet you totally ignore yours,” Joe muses, looking thoughtful. “Why you gotta be such a hater, Nicholas?”
“I-” Nick doesn’t really have an answer that won’t have him admitting either how often he jacks off or how guilty he feels about it.
He’s fumbling for words when he feels Joe’s hand on him, right on his junk. Joe gives him a soft squeeze and whispers, “It’s okay little guy, he loves you. He just doesn’t know how to show it. He’s always been a little uptight-”
Nick jerks his hips back sharply, which does nothing except force his ass up against Joe’s crotch, and yeah, that’s not helping.
Joe grins at their reflections and rubs Nick’s dick a little, over the fabric (second base, Nick thinks somewhat hysterically), making Nick chub up fast and obvious in his thin cotton pants. “Oh? Oh wait,” Joe says, eyebrows raised. “He might not be as little as I thought,” he teases. “See what a little TLC can do?”
“S-stop! What are you- oh, oh crap,” Nick whines as Joe grips him firmly, squeezes the tip of Nick’s dick right through his pajamas. It’s like pinching off a running hose; the way he swells up so fast makes Nick’s head swim.
“Want me to?” Joe says, mumbly and breathless. He’s watching Nick in the mirror, chin hooked over Nick’s shoulder.
Nick’s not sure if Joe is asking if he wants him to stop or to keep going, but either way, the answer is yes, so he nods jerkily and bites his lip.
Joe keeps his eyes trained on Nick’s face as he grips him harder, frames Nick’s boner in his pants so that it’s pushing straight up, pulling the fabric taut until the wetness at the tip starts to soak through, darkening the fabric.
“Man, you’re all juicy,” Joe says. “Wet like a girl.” It comes out a little garbled, like his brain and his jaw are fighting against each other. He presses his hips up against Nick’s ass, rubbing a little and says, “You need to get off more often. You’re just bursting with it, aren’t you?”
Nick groans and shoves weakly at Joe’s forearm. It’s crazy how different it feels from when Demi touches him. It’s messed up, so messed up, but Joe’s hand on him feels so good and yeah, Nick does need to get off more often. Like right now would be great, actually.
“Take it out,” Joe hisses, eyes like slits in the mirror. “I wanna see you do it.”
“W-what? No,” Nick says, trying to mean it.
Joe squeezes him again, tightening his grip as he moves his hand from base to tip. A wide circle of wet stains Nick’s pants as he does, nice fat wad of precome blurting out as Joe works him over.
“Jeez,” Joe says. “Look how full up you are.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it, like he’s never seen anything so fascinating. “Got you all nice and stiff with it.” Joe drags his free hand up Nick’s t-shirt, sliding up his belly and squeezing at his chest. He works his other hand down into Nick’s sleep pants, yanking them down in the front so that they’re caught under Nick’s sensitive balls. He presses two fingers around the base of Nick’s erection; the pressure making it stand up, jut out obscenely.
Nick’s got some hair there, but not as much as Joe, and not as dark. All of a sudden his sparse pubic hair makes him feel even more exposed, like everything he has is just right there, right in Joe’s hand.
“See how nice and big you are now?” he asks, but he doesn’t sound like he’s teasing anymore. “See that? All nice and thick and big and, man, you’re so, so wet. Think you’re as big as me now?” He nudges his own hard dick against Nick’s ass, making Nick groan and squeeze his eyes shut.
The heat pouring out of Nick is suddenly unbearable. He’s sweating and flushed and scared to death that he’s going to come right in his brother’s hand.
“Joe,” he says, voice high and desperate. He scrambles to grab at his own dick, fisting it nice and tight, covering the slippery tip with his thumb and index finger and squeezing in hot little pulses. He’s so humiliated; it’s so awful that he can’t hold it, can’t hold back, but he can’t.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Joe coaxes him. “Show me.”
Nick groans, drops his head back onto Joe’s shoulder, unable to look in the mirror as he twists at the head of his dick, pulling at it quickly. Knowing that Joe is watching him, that he’s putting on a show for Joe, shocks him at the same time that it shames him. It makes him buzz someplace deep inside and makes his cheeks and mouth flush hot.
It turns out to be a quick show, Nick working his dick so fast he can’t even breathe properly. He’s racing against his orgasm, panicky with it as Joe holds his hips still, presses him back and rubs against him. Everything is hot, all of his skin, all over. His chest and back feel like they’re burning, blotchy pink and slick with sweat. And Joe keeps talking, saying crazy things that drive Nick wild, like how he wants to see it all, what a good boy Nick is, how hot he looks. When he shoots it feels so good it actually aches, and Nick has to fold over himself as he fills his palm up with come.
“Oh god,” he breathes, panting hard. There’s so much come it’s squishing through his fingers, dribbling through the spaces by his knuckles.
“Yeah?” Joe says, breath hot on Nick’s neck. “Lemme see.”
Nick whines in protest when Joe pulls him upright, manhandles him around so he can get a good look. It’s so gross, even when Nick shoves his come-y hand under the faucet and lets the water run it clean, his dick is still covered in shiny white jizz. Joe doesn’t let him wipe it off, just holds him back against the sink and stares. “Bet that feels better, huh?” Joe says, mouth fumbling the words.
“Joe,” Nick says, although he’s not sure what he’s going to say after that. He’s embarrassed and sluggish, freaked out enough to be afraid of hyperventilating but too sleepy to go through with it. When Joe yanks his own jeans back open and pulls out his swollen dick, Nick lurches back, grips the edge of the sink hard to keep himself standing.
“Jesus Nick,” Joe says, breath shuddering as he jacks himself quick and hard. “C’mere.” And then he leans in close, pulls Nick to him with a strong hand on his lower back and kisses Nick with his mouth open, lips hot and dry against Nick’s.
Nick whines right away, opening up for Joe’s kiss before he even knows what’s happening. He can feel Joe’s wrist bumping into him, low on his belly and it sets of a too-soon burst of arousal, followed by a spike of fear. Nick’s dick is still just hanging out, limp and sticky over the waist of his sleep pants. He scrambles to tuck himself in as Joe pushes his tongue into Nick’s mouth. It feels huge, filling Nick up, like everything of Joe’s is just really big, and he can’t even stop himself from sucking reflexively on Joe’s tongue. He groans when Joe pulls back suddenly, empty with the loss.
“Oh,” Joe grunts, and pushes Nick back. He looks down and frowns, slows the hand on his dick and uses the other to tug at Nick’s loose pants. “Don’t- I wanna see,” he says. “I wanna see you.”
Nick’s face heats up so fast he has to lean into Joe’s neck to hide while Joe pulls him out again. He’s soft now, and he knows he looks like such a kid next to Joe, who’s all strong and hairy and grown-up looking.
“Mmnn, yeah,” Joe says, breathing faster now that he’s got Nick’s dick out again. “Just like that, little brother.” His voice shakes with the same rhythm as his arm.
Nick peeks down, face pressed hot against Joe’s collarbone. They’re so close, Joe’s fist bumping up against his hipbone and Nick’s flushed, wet dick just hanging there, still chubby and shiny. There’s some clear fluid at the head of Joe’s dick, but he’s nowhere as sloppy-wet as Nick was, giving Nick one more reason to feel awkwardly young.
“Gonna come,” Joe whispers, this urgent secret that makes Nick’s mouth go wet. He knows what Joe meant now; he wants to see it, watch it happen. “Gonna- cream- all over you,” he groans, and does, pressing the head of his cock tight to Nick’s and shooting off there. Nick feels him jerking there, feels every spurt like he’s coming for the second time, and it makes him feel out of control, makes him bite down on Joe’s shoulder, makes him start to bone up again as his dick drips with Joe’s come.
As soon as Joe’s done, he shakes his hand off, not caring when his jizz drips all over the floor. He brings his sticky hand right up to Nick’s face, touches him with it, drawing his fingers across Nick’s burning skin, from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth. Nick can’t even think straight enough to pull away.
“There,” Joe says, patting at Nick’s cheek. “That’s all it takes,” he says simply, like what they just did was no big deal. “You just do that twice a day and trust me - you’ll get bigger. It’s like,” he pauses, thinks it over for a second, “It’s like lifting weights.”
Nick blinks at him for a moment and then huffs out a startled laugh. “Did you-?” He shakes his head, not caring that this puts Joe’s sticky finger right against his mouth. “Did you just say that jacking off was like exercise?”
“Mmm,” Joe agrees and pulls Nick closer. “S’good for you.” He kisses Nick soft and greedy and Nick has to close his eyes at how good it feels. “S’like eating your spinach.”
Joe keeps kissing him until Nick goes fully hard again, only this time, he’s not so worried about it.
THE END
A/N: In a timely coincidence, this appeared on my twitter today!
Pairing: Joe/Nick (with some Nick/Demi and brief mention of Joe/Demi)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Jonas Brothers, un-betaed, real-person fiction, featuring homosexual underage incest. Again. Nick is 15 in this one, and also, it’s kind of… gooey.
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: I started writing this for the Role-Reversal Fic Challenge, for my own prompt (how embarrassing) - One turns out to be a size queen, and the other turns out to be PACKING. novaberry wrote the first version, with Joe being fascinated by Nick’s gifts here, and I said I would write it the other way around (um, lots of MONTHS ago - SORRY). So this fic is about Nick obsessing over Joe’s wiener, and how it leads to first-time shenanigans.
Disclaimer: This definitely did not happen.
Brass In Pocket
They’re kissing, her lips soft and wet on his, and he can’t help but nudge up against her, right where she’s warm and squirming beneath him. She makes a soft little moan, so he presses against her again, rubbing himself slowly against her hip. It feels so good, pushing his tongue into her hot mouth, squeezing her nipples through her bra, bodies shoving against one another in a lazy rhythm.
It’s good in this totally safe, calm kind of way. It doesn’t get crazy between them, which is good, Nick supposes. It makes it easier to stop before things get out of hand. Demi’s a good friend, and she’s pretty much in the same boat they are, so there’s not much danger of things going too far. They can just do stuff like this, mess around, and it doesn’t make things weird.
When he finally pulls his mouth away from hers and pushes up, as if to roll off of her, Demi wraps her legs around Nick’s hips and arches her hips against his once, and then slumps back against the bed. It surprises him because, well, it’s a sort of sex-like move, and they don’t really go there. It’s so fast he doesn’t really have a chance to freak out about it, but for that one fleeting moment he’d felt it, felt the tip of his dick snag on that hungry little spot between her legs, and it makes him sweat. But Demi just falls back onto the pillows next to him and takes his hand, threading their fingers together. Nick has to use his other hand to tug at the inseam of his pants, trying to be subtle as he adjusts his dick so it’s not so obviously sticking up.
Demi surprises him again when she grabs him, right through his pants, and gives him an assessing squeeze. Nick giggles on an exhale, equal parts shocked and amused.
“You Jonas boys,” she sighs. “Daaaaayum.”
Nick smiles, more because he’s just used to everything Demi says making him smile, and also, that kind of sounded like a compliment. Just. He’s not sure for what. Or for whom.
* * *
Nick’s sitting at the table in the green room when Demi and Joe burst in, laughing and gasping, each trying to out-talk the other.
“-that creepy janitor totally was going to kidnap you,” Joe barks, wheezing for breath.
“Oh, right, and what?” Demi says, voice sharp with affection and sarcasm. “You scared him off?”
Joe preens and flexes and Demi pretends to swoon.
“Oh!” she says, voice all high and fluttery. “Joe Jonas! You’re so, so big and strong!”
“It’s a Jonas thing,” Joe says, and smacks at the back of Nick’s head. “Nicholas,” he says, ignoring Nick’s exasperated swat. “Show Demi your guns,” he cajoles, poking Nick in the bicep.
Nick doesn’t even look up from his schoolwork, just lifts one arm and curls it upwards, flexing his muscle.
“Oh, I’ve seen them,” Demi says slyly.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Joe gloats, squeezing Nick’s arm. “You should never wear sleeves,” he says to Nick, nodding at the grey tank top Nick’s got on. “Not when such awesome muscles run in the family,” he says happily. “We’re like, genetically superior.”
“Mmm,” Demi says, humming thoughtfully, and Nick’s ears turn pink.
“Well,” she says, winking at Nick. “You can certainly tell you’re brothers.”
* * *
Joe’s reading in bed, glasses on, while Nick changes into his sleep clothes. It’s one of those rare occasions when Joe is truly quiet, absorbed in whatever he’s reading to the point that he forgets to fidget and blurt out whatever comes to mind.
So instead Nick does.
“Joe?” he asks, tentative.
“Hmm?” Joe answers, not looking up from his book.
“You and Demi used to-?”
Joe shrugs and says, “Yeah, sure,” still not looking up.
Nick’s not surprised. He kind of knew, really. And, if he really wants to admit the truth, the fact that Joe and Demi had fooled around kind of made it okay for him to fool around with Demi. Like, it was somehow sanctioned because Joe had done it too.
Nick climbs into bed and shuts off his lamp.
“Mind if I keep reading for a bit?” Joe asks, gesturing haphazardly to his bedside lamp.
“Nah,” Nick says. “I’m good.”
A few minutes pass in silence before Nick tries again. “How far did you guys go? You and Demi?” His voice cracks when he asks the question.
“Mmm?” Joe says again, still engrossed in his book. “Dunno. Probably third base,” Joe says quietly.
Probably, Nick thinks, because that’s all they ever get to.
Finally, Joe puts down his book, bends the page and tosses it on his nightstand. He turns out the light and lies down on his side, facing Nick.
“How ‘bout you?” Joe says, not even questioning whether Nick and Demi have fooled around.
“Uh, second base,” Nick says. “I think.” He scrunches his eyebrows together for a moment. “I’m not sure I actually know what the bases represent.”
“Over the clothes groping?”
Nick nods.
“Second base,” Joe confirms.
They’re quiet again until Joe asks, “Do you, like, like her?” His voice sounds small and sleepy.
Nick immediately shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “It’s just a thing, you know.”
“Yeah,” Joe agrees drowsily. “’Night.”
“’Night,” Nick yawns.
* * *
Nick’s fresh from the shower, wrapped in a towel, having some one-on-one time with the wiped-clear part of the foggy bathroom mirror. He starts out by checking his face for zits. When he finds none, he then studies his chest with a critical eye, checking for any signs of chest hair. None. He pulls his top lip away from his teeth and checks his gums, frowning at his crooked teeth as he does.
The bathroom door bangs open and Nick startles, jumping as Joe rushes in, also clad in a towel, hair wet and dripping.
“Hey!” Nick says. “I’m in here!”
Joe apologizes as he yanks off the towel and jumps into Nick’s shower. “No conditioner in mine,” he explains as the water turns on. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Nick’s blushing at having been caught. Not that he was doing anything bad or anything, just, possibly paying that much attention to his appearance might come across as vain or something.
He looks at his reflection in the mirror, tempted to go back to checking his teeth, when another idea hits him. He looks over at the shower, sees the curtain closed and hears Joe humming to himself, water burbling as it rushes over his mouth.
Nick opens the front of his towel and checks himself out, down there. He tries to look at his dick objectively, tries to imagine what it would look like to someone else. He flexes and his dick kind of flops to one side. It’s soft, kind of thick, and looks, well, like a dick. It doesn’t seem particularly extraordinary to Nick. But he’s pretty sure Demi was-impressed.
He hears the water stop, and he quickly fastens the towel around his waist again and then leans over the counter and pretends to check for nose hair.
Joe gets out of the shower, grabs his towel and gives himself a thorough rub-down before joining Nick at the counter. Joe, of course, does not wrap his towel around his waist. Instead, he wraps it around his head, like a turban.
Nick catches himself staring at his brother’s body. It’s weird, because in so many ways they look so much alike (the set of their shoulders, the shape of their fingers, the slope of their noses) and yet they look different in almost as many ways. Joe’s skin is darker, his chest is more muscular and yet narrower than Nick’s. His stomach is flat and tight, where Nick’s is still rounded and soft. Nick’s paler, so his nipples stand out, kind of puffy and brownish-pink, whereas Joe’s are smaller and kind of blend into his darker skin a little better. And Joe’s got hair, at the top of his chest, down the middle from his bellybutton to his- huh.
“Ugh, can you put that thing away?” Nick says, attempting a joke to cover up the fact that he’d just been fully checking out his brother’s dick.
Joe turns to him and laughs. “What? This?” he says, shaking his hips so that his flaccid penis flaps around.
Nick covers his eyes with both hands and makes a gagging noise. “I’m scarred for life,” he whines. “Cover yourself up, Joseph, or get out of my bathroom.”
“But it’s my special purpose!” Joe bellows, and shimmies up behind Nick, twisting his hips so that he smacks Nick’s backside with his dick a couple of times.
“Gross! How are we related?” Nick says to the mirror, and then “GAH!” as Joe rips the towel from Nick’s hips.
“Joseph!” Nick shrieks, trying desperately to both cover his junk and steal his towel back. He’s not sure what’s more awful, giving his brother a full frontal view or letting his butt hang out in the back. All of a sudden everything about him feels so small and awkward.
It doesn’t matter, because somehow, Joe manages to twist both of Nick’s arms behind him so there’s no way to cover up, his nudity on full display.
“Look at you,” Joe says appreciatively, shamelessly checking Nick out.
Nick stares at the ceiling, feeling his cheeks go molten hot. The only thing he can concentrate on right now is making sure he does not get hard.
And that’s the awful thing about being fifteen. Trying not to think about your own dick is like trying not to come up for air when you’re under water. There’s like this primal instinct that just takes over.
“It’s cool,” Joe says kindly, releasing Nick’s arms. “You’re pretty big, for your age. And it’ll grow.”
Nick inhales so fast he chokes on his own saliva. He spins around and shoves at Joe. “W-what?!”
“I’m just saying,” Joe says sweetly. “Mine was about that size too, when I was your age. And look at me now,” he says proudly.
It’s almost surprising, how quickly Nick forgets about covering up. He stares pointedly at Joe’s dick. It looks about the same as Nick’s, except for how it’s swinging a little lower, heavier between Joe’s legs.
“We look the same!” Nick hisses. “Don’t try to front.”
Joe turns Nick around so that they are both facing the bathroom mirror. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks pointedly at his own penis, then at Nick’s.
It’s-okay. Fine. Joe’s a little longer, maybe. Maybe a little thicker. Okay, definitely thicker. And his balls are-
“Whatever!” Nick huffs. He grabs his towel and stomps out of the bathroom, leaving Joe smirking at his own reflection.
* * *
“Joseph,” Mom says, sounding equal parts surprised and disapproving when Joe comes down for breakfast. “Those pants are not acceptable.”
Nick looks up and very nearly chokes on his granola. Joe’s got on an old pair of white-washed jeans that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. He might as well be wearing tights. The outline of his dick is obvious, and Joe’s balls are all squished up around the base of the zipper. Nick looks back down at his bowl, refusing to let Joe see how red he knows his cheeks have gone.
“Too small?” Joe asks, twisting his hips from side to side. “I wasn’t sure.”
“How could you not be sure?” Mom asks. “Those can’t possibly be comfortable.”
“They actually are,” Joe protests. “And they’re practically brand new. I think I’ve only worn them once.”
“Well that was when you were much younger, I’m sure,” Mom says. “Go change please. You can leave them for Nicholas. I’m sure they’ll fit him just fine.”
Nick’s head drops down for a moment. “Mom,” he whines.
Joe just smiles. “Oh I’m sure they’ll fit Nick,” he agrees pleasantly. “He’s still so tiny.”
“Shut up,” Nick mumbles.
Joe comes and stands right next to him, so that his hips are nudging against Nick’s arm. Nick is not going to look; he’s not. “Aw, Nicky. You’re so small and cute,” Joe says.
Nick turns to glare up at his brother but can’t help it when his eyes catch on the sizable bulge in Joe’s jeans. Joe just smirks, ruffles his hand through Nick’s hair and turns to go back upstairs and change.
“Whatever,” Nick yells. “At least I’m not a fatass!”
“Nicholas!” Mom gasps.
“Sorry,” he says, and glares down at his cereal.
* * *
They’re huddled under a blanket watching the remake of Friday the 13th when he makes it to third base with Demi for the first time. She’s been rubbing at him through his jeans for a few minutes and it feels nice, so Nick’s kind of lifting his hips up, shoving against her hand for the extra pressure.
She leans over and whispers to him, “Take it out,” and he looks at her in surprise. She’s blushing and smiling and looks totally adorable, so he sneaks his right hand under the blanket and tugs his button open, slides down his zipper and slips his dick out through the slit in his shorts.
When she grips him and squeezes, he immediately thinks, she did this with Joe. He pictures her small hands grabbing at Joe’s cock, Joe’s big cock, all thick and dark and she probably couldn’t even get her little hand all the way around it. Because Joe had looked pretty big and he’d been soft. Nick tries to imagine how Joe looks hard, and then abruptly stops, because, well. Trying to picture your brother getting a boner while a totally cute girl gives you a hand job is sort of creepy.
Well, that and thinking about Joe all turned on and huge is making him feel weird.
He tries to focus on the movie to distract himself, but it’s really pretty awful, and Demi’s tugging him in these abrupt, unfamiliar strokes. He wants to reach down and show her how to do it, but that seems rude, so he just exhales and tries to clear his mind. It’s probably for the best that it’s not that good, because he really doesn’t want to come all over Nana’s blanket anyways.
Demi’s pulling at him, she’s jerking him off, and again he’s wondering if this is how she did it to Joe. He wonders if Joe likes it like this, if this is how Joe does it to himself, these rabbit-quick short tugs, this jerky rhythm. Maybe it’s so rough because her hand is so dry, Nick thinks, and that leads him to wonder if Joe uses lotion when he beats off, or if, oh if Joe’s dick leaks as much precome as Nick’s usually does.
It must, Nick reasons, because Joe’s so big, it seems like it would be some biological necessity for Joe’s dick to, like, self-lubricate. Just thinking about it makes Nick’s cock spurt a little.
Joe’s dick must have looked even bigger with Demi’s tiny fingers wrapped around him, all shiny wet. Nick thinks they could use Demi’s hands to measure and really see who’s bigger, even though he knows Joe is. But, a contest would be smart, for, like, posterity. They’d both have to be hard, to be fair. So they’d probably have to jack off a little, just to get really, really hard. Maybe they’d find some porn on Joe’s laptop and they’d have to sit close so that they could both watch. So, yeah, they’d jerk off a little, together. And then Demi could hold each one of them in one of her hands, and they’d be able to compare like that.
And maybe she could pull them together, line them up, push the wet heads of their cocks together like a kiss, letting them slide and rub together, Joe’s bigger, darker cock and Nick’s-
“Oh!”
Demi pulls back and wipes her hand on Nick’s shorts with a tiny grimace. “Coulda warned me,” she whispers.
“S-sorry!” Nick wants to curl up and die.
* * *
“Joseph!” Nick calls from the doorway. “Dinner!”
But Joe doesn’t respond, just keeps tapping his hand against his leg, white earbuds firmly in place. Nick’s got to go in and shake him or something, but when he gets close enough to touch he just freezes up for a moment, eyes fixed on the soft bump in Joe’s track pants. He can’t stop the guilty flop his stomach makes when he remembers how fast he’d gotten off with Demi, when he’d been thinking about Joe. Ugh, and then again later that night, alone in the shower. He’s so screwed up.
“Did you need something?” Joe says, too loudly. He follows Nick’s gaze down to his crotch and then looks back up, grinning widely.
“Uh,” Nick flushes and steps back. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Joe says with a wink, and swings his legs off the bed. He slings an arm around Nick’s shoulders and drags him towards the kitchen.
* * *
Nick’s brushing his teeth when Joe comes in to take a piss.
“Mmph!” Nick grunts indignantly. Can’t he have five minutes to himself in the bathroom, ever?
Joe leans his head back while he pees, looking completely blissed out. “Sorry, sorry,” he says lazily. “I drank like seven bottles of water at that last shoot, and it hit me all at once.”
Nick rolls his eyes and keeps brushing, determined not to look at Joe’s dick. He totally fails, of course. Joe only catches him a couple of times though, so it could be worse.
When Joe’s done, he comes over to the counter and pats Nick on the back. His dick is back in his shorts, but his jeans are still undone.
“Ew, wash your hands,” Nick gripes, and tries to wiggle out of Joe’s grasp.
“Someone’s a bit fixated,” Joe sing-songs and Nick feels his skin flush hot from his ears down to his chest.
“Someone’s got pee on his fingers,” Nick sings in the same tune.
“Want to know my secret?” Joe says, a seeming non-sequitur.
Nick raises an eyebrow at his brother. “Purell?”
“I rub it every day, at least twice,” Joe says, reaching down to pat at his own dick.
Nick just blinks, watching Joe via the reflection in the mirror.
“That’s how I got it to grow up big and strong,” Joe continues. “I massage it every day. I take care of it, Nicholas.”
Nick’s mouth falls open, but he can’t think of a thing to say. His brain is suddenly working furiously to try to figure out when Joe is getting all of this private time in. There are only so many moments a Jonas boy gets to spend on his own, and Nick’s got Joe’s life pretty much catalogued.
“I’m telling you,” Joe says as he buttons his jeans up the rest of the way. “You just gotta take better care of yours. Stroke it, pet it, be nice to it, Nicky. It’ll grow up nice and big like mine. I promise.”
Nick just stares at his brother. Joe gets behind him, rests his chin on Nick’s shoulder and looks at him in the mirror.
“I bet you totally ignore yours,” Joe muses, looking thoughtful. “Why you gotta be such a hater, Nicholas?”
“I-” Nick doesn’t really have an answer that won’t have him admitting either how often he jacks off or how guilty he feels about it.
He’s fumbling for words when he feels Joe’s hand on him, right on his junk. Joe gives him a soft squeeze and whispers, “It’s okay little guy, he loves you. He just doesn’t know how to show it. He’s always been a little uptight-”
Nick jerks his hips back sharply, which does nothing except force his ass up against Joe’s crotch, and yeah, that’s not helping.
Joe grins at their reflections and rubs Nick’s dick a little, over the fabric (second base, Nick thinks somewhat hysterically), making Nick chub up fast and obvious in his thin cotton pants. “Oh? Oh wait,” Joe says, eyebrows raised. “He might not be as little as I thought,” he teases. “See what a little TLC can do?”
“S-stop! What are you- oh, oh crap,” Nick whines as Joe grips him firmly, squeezes the tip of Nick’s dick right through his pajamas. It’s like pinching off a running hose; the way he swells up so fast makes Nick’s head swim.
“Want me to?” Joe says, mumbly and breathless. He’s watching Nick in the mirror, chin hooked over Nick’s shoulder.
Nick’s not sure if Joe is asking if he wants him to stop or to keep going, but either way, the answer is yes, so he nods jerkily and bites his lip.
Joe keeps his eyes trained on Nick’s face as he grips him harder, frames Nick’s boner in his pants so that it’s pushing straight up, pulling the fabric taut until the wetness at the tip starts to soak through, darkening the fabric.
“Man, you’re all juicy,” Joe says. “Wet like a girl.” It comes out a little garbled, like his brain and his jaw are fighting against each other. He presses his hips up against Nick’s ass, rubbing a little and says, “You need to get off more often. You’re just bursting with it, aren’t you?”
Nick groans and shoves weakly at Joe’s forearm. It’s crazy how different it feels from when Demi touches him. It’s messed up, so messed up, but Joe’s hand on him feels so good and yeah, Nick does need to get off more often. Like right now would be great, actually.
“Take it out,” Joe hisses, eyes like slits in the mirror. “I wanna see you do it.”
“W-what? No,” Nick says, trying to mean it.
Joe squeezes him again, tightening his grip as he moves his hand from base to tip. A wide circle of wet stains Nick’s pants as he does, nice fat wad of precome blurting out as Joe works him over.
“Jeez,” Joe says. “Look how full up you are.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it, like he’s never seen anything so fascinating. “Got you all nice and stiff with it.” Joe drags his free hand up Nick’s t-shirt, sliding up his belly and squeezing at his chest. He works his other hand down into Nick’s sleep pants, yanking them down in the front so that they’re caught under Nick’s sensitive balls. He presses two fingers around the base of Nick’s erection; the pressure making it stand up, jut out obscenely.
Nick’s got some hair there, but not as much as Joe, and not as dark. All of a sudden his sparse pubic hair makes him feel even more exposed, like everything he has is just right there, right in Joe’s hand.
“See how nice and big you are now?” he asks, but he doesn’t sound like he’s teasing anymore. “See that? All nice and thick and big and, man, you’re so, so wet. Think you’re as big as me now?” He nudges his own hard dick against Nick’s ass, making Nick groan and squeeze his eyes shut.
The heat pouring out of Nick is suddenly unbearable. He’s sweating and flushed and scared to death that he’s going to come right in his brother’s hand.
“Joe,” he says, voice high and desperate. He scrambles to grab at his own dick, fisting it nice and tight, covering the slippery tip with his thumb and index finger and squeezing in hot little pulses. He’s so humiliated; it’s so awful that he can’t hold it, can’t hold back, but he can’t.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Joe coaxes him. “Show me.”
Nick groans, drops his head back onto Joe’s shoulder, unable to look in the mirror as he twists at the head of his dick, pulling at it quickly. Knowing that Joe is watching him, that he’s putting on a show for Joe, shocks him at the same time that it shames him. It makes him buzz someplace deep inside and makes his cheeks and mouth flush hot.
It turns out to be a quick show, Nick working his dick so fast he can’t even breathe properly. He’s racing against his orgasm, panicky with it as Joe holds his hips still, presses him back and rubs against him. Everything is hot, all of his skin, all over. His chest and back feel like they’re burning, blotchy pink and slick with sweat. And Joe keeps talking, saying crazy things that drive Nick wild, like how he wants to see it all, what a good boy Nick is, how hot he looks. When he shoots it feels so good it actually aches, and Nick has to fold over himself as he fills his palm up with come.
“Oh god,” he breathes, panting hard. There’s so much come it’s squishing through his fingers, dribbling through the spaces by his knuckles.
“Yeah?” Joe says, breath hot on Nick’s neck. “Lemme see.”
Nick whines in protest when Joe pulls him upright, manhandles him around so he can get a good look. It’s so gross, even when Nick shoves his come-y hand under the faucet and lets the water run it clean, his dick is still covered in shiny white jizz. Joe doesn’t let him wipe it off, just holds him back against the sink and stares. “Bet that feels better, huh?” Joe says, mouth fumbling the words.
“Joe,” Nick says, although he’s not sure what he’s going to say after that. He’s embarrassed and sluggish, freaked out enough to be afraid of hyperventilating but too sleepy to go through with it. When Joe yanks his own jeans back open and pulls out his swollen dick, Nick lurches back, grips the edge of the sink hard to keep himself standing.
“Jesus Nick,” Joe says, breath shuddering as he jacks himself quick and hard. “C’mere.” And then he leans in close, pulls Nick to him with a strong hand on his lower back and kisses Nick with his mouth open, lips hot and dry against Nick’s.
Nick whines right away, opening up for Joe’s kiss before he even knows what’s happening. He can feel Joe’s wrist bumping into him, low on his belly and it sets of a too-soon burst of arousal, followed by a spike of fear. Nick’s dick is still just hanging out, limp and sticky over the waist of his sleep pants. He scrambles to tuck himself in as Joe pushes his tongue into Nick’s mouth. It feels huge, filling Nick up, like everything of Joe’s is just really big, and he can’t even stop himself from sucking reflexively on Joe’s tongue. He groans when Joe pulls back suddenly, empty with the loss.
“Oh,” Joe grunts, and pushes Nick back. He looks down and frowns, slows the hand on his dick and uses the other to tug at Nick’s loose pants. “Don’t- I wanna see,” he says. “I wanna see you.”
Nick’s face heats up so fast he has to lean into Joe’s neck to hide while Joe pulls him out again. He’s soft now, and he knows he looks like such a kid next to Joe, who’s all strong and hairy and grown-up looking.
“Mmnn, yeah,” Joe says, breathing faster now that he’s got Nick’s dick out again. “Just like that, little brother.” His voice shakes with the same rhythm as his arm.
Nick peeks down, face pressed hot against Joe’s collarbone. They’re so close, Joe’s fist bumping up against his hipbone and Nick’s flushed, wet dick just hanging there, still chubby and shiny. There’s some clear fluid at the head of Joe’s dick, but he’s nowhere as sloppy-wet as Nick was, giving Nick one more reason to feel awkwardly young.
“Gonna come,” Joe whispers, this urgent secret that makes Nick’s mouth go wet. He knows what Joe meant now; he wants to see it, watch it happen. “Gonna- cream- all over you,” he groans, and does, pressing the head of his cock tight to Nick’s and shooting off there. Nick feels him jerking there, feels every spurt like he’s coming for the second time, and it makes him feel out of control, makes him bite down on Joe’s shoulder, makes him start to bone up again as his dick drips with Joe’s come.
As soon as Joe’s done, he shakes his hand off, not caring when his jizz drips all over the floor. He brings his sticky hand right up to Nick’s face, touches him with it, drawing his fingers across Nick’s burning skin, from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth. Nick can’t even think straight enough to pull away.
“There,” Joe says, patting at Nick’s cheek. “That’s all it takes,” he says simply, like what they just did was no big deal. “You just do that twice a day and trust me - you’ll get bigger. It’s like,” he pauses, thinks it over for a second, “It’s like lifting weights.”
Nick blinks at him for a moment and then huffs out a startled laugh. “Did you-?” He shakes his head, not caring that this puts Joe’s sticky finger right against his mouth. “Did you just say that jacking off was like exercise?”
“Mmm,” Joe agrees and pulls Nick closer. “S’good for you.” He kisses Nick soft and greedy and Nick has to close his eyes at how good it feels. “S’like eating your spinach.”
Joe keeps kissing him until Nick goes fully hard again, only this time, he’s not so worried about it.
THE END
A/N: In a timely coincidence, this appeared on my twitter today!