Title: 'Shameless'
Author:
that_1_incidentFandom: Jonas Brothers
Rating: R
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Word Count: 438
Summary: If I had any sense / I guess I'd fear this / I guess I'd keep it down / So no one would hear this ... We better have a good explanation / For all the fun that we had / 'Cause they are coming for us, baby / And they are going to be mad.
Disclaimer: I wish this was real but oh, no, I don’t own the JoBros... yo. "Shameless" belongs to that powerhouse of folk, Ani Fucking Difranco. You should all bow accordingly.
Author's Notes: This song is so perfect for this pairing that I SQUEALED WHEN IT CAME UP. My second fic for the
song title fic meme.
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Joe bounds offstage to rapturous applause, grabbing his younger brother’s hand as soon as they’re out of the audience’s line of sight. Nick shoots him a look that says hey, we’re not alone yet and he laughs wildly, rolling his eyes, but lets go. Their mom’s waiting with hugs and hair-ruffles while Dad stands stoically, nodding in the measured way that means they were on tonight, that they absolutely nailed it. Nick’s a perfectionist but their father’s even worse, so silence after a show is the best compliment he can give.
Kevin’s already wiping off his make up, the after-show perma-grin stretched across his face, and Joe makes some lame excuse before clutching Nick’s wrist and making a beeline for the venue’s bathroom.
“Joe, we can’t,” Nick gasps, breathless and half-laughing with post-show exhilaration, but Joe appears not to hear him as he barrels through the swing door and slams Nick up against the back of it. Before Nick knows what’s happening, Joe’s lips are on his neck.
“Why not?” Joe murmurs breathily, his sloppy kisses making wet, welcome sounds against his brother’s skin.
Nick leans his head back to expose the underside of his jaw, his Adam’s apple, his honeyed larynx. Joe’s tongue swirls against his clavicle and he suddenly becomes acutely aware of a fumbling sensation at his hips.
“Joe,” he hisses.
Joe just looks at him. He’s cocky because he knows Nick wouldn’t be able to pull himself away if his life depended on it. No, he has all the power here, and the expression on Nick’s face when he gets the belt buckle undone and drops down to the floor is proof enough of that.
Nick bucks forward automatically as he feels Joe’s lips around him, concentrating on the beat Joe establishes until he can pick up the rhythm and begin to move in time. He hears a series of low moans, ever-increasing in their frequency, which he assumes must come from himself because Joe’s... otherwise indisposed.
They stay like that for a while, tempo steadily increasing until Nick feels the prickling, insistent heat rising deep inside him. He needs, needs to come right now.
A knock at the door causes both boys to startle. “Nicholas? Joseph? What on earth is taking so long?”
Nick bites the inside of his cheek and tries his best to control himself but he’s too far gone, letting out a long, loud cry before slowly sliding to the tiled floor.
“…Nicky?” their mother calls again, unsure this time. “Was that you?”
Joe wipes a string of his brother’s come from his chin and mouths the words oh, shit.
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