sugar kiss
Title: Sugar Kiss
Author: RaeLouise
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Definitely don’t own, doubt it happened.
Summary: An extra special sugary treat for Joe’s 20th! Nicholas becomes desert with body frosting [ click for more info]!
Dedication: Joe Jonas! Little star that he is! <3
When Joe wanders back into the bedroom after his shower, still bouncing and brimming with birthday excitement, there’s a metallic pink package waiting for him on his pillow. It’s bulky and spangled and there’s a frothy green ribbon to top it off; there’s even what looks like a dusting of candy colour confetti. It’s all very extravagant but still, rather mysterious.
“Um, Nick?”
Nick is laying back on his own bed, seemingly immersed in the book that’s propped up against his chest.
“Yeah, Joe?”
“What’s the parcel?”
Nick flicks his gaze up over his book, towards Joe and then his pillow, shrugging broad shoulders- “Not a clue, Joe. Something birthday related, I suppose- maybe some fans left it at reception, or something.” The younger Jonas seems un-phased, but he’s having to put a lot of effort into hiding his smirk.
“I guess…” Joe slips off his towel and pulls on boxers before he takes a seat on his bed. He reaches out for the package and since it doesn’t seem to be ticking or buzzing or generally being anything more than an elaborately wrapped gift he plucks it up off of the pillow and tugs at the ribbon until it unfurls- “Um, I should open it right?”
Nick rolls his eyes, shifting a little and laying his book down over his lap carefully- calculated- “Go for it, if it explodes- well, you have twenty years worth of tales to tell in Heaven.”
“Haha, very funny,” Joe pouts slightly as he peels the glittering paper back curiously. He takes his time, inch by inch, barely crumpling it, until he’s torn away enough of it to reveal what, on first glance, just seems to be feminine shower gels and such, “Um… well… maybe this wasn’t for me?”
Nick coughs lightly into his hand- “No, no, I’m uh, sure it is… How about you like, read the labels?”
Joe peers at his brother for a second- pretty sure he’s up to something- before he picks up one of the pastel pink bottles and purses his lips as he reads from it- “Body Frosting?” He queries wonderingly- “Pretty pink?”
Nick smiles ever so slightly, eyes brightening- “Sounds interesting,” He murmurs.
Joe grins just a little- picking through the rest of the package’s contents: more body frosting in pale blue and lilac; rainbow sugar like crystals; tiny edible hearts, too. Perfect cupcake toppings though, from what Joe can gather, they’re supposed to be lathered over flesh… over Nick?
“These are from you, aren’t they?” Joe giggles, “Dude, you’re my birthday cake!”
Nick ducks his head, cheeks tinted, but then he nods and Joe leaps at him, pulling him into his arms to press a determined kiss to his forehead. After a minute, maybe less, he sits back, catching his own lip as he studies Nick. Nick’s wearing nothing but a U2 t-shirt and a pair of Joe’s boxers- everything fresh and a little unkempt since his shower. He looks delicious even without decoration. Joe’s mouth waters as he imagines icing each of Nick’s collar bones, smearing it over his flawless chest- dotting each nipple with candy.
“I need to… wait…” Joe holds up a few fingers and then scrambles from the bed to make everything just right.
He turns off the overhead light before he flicks on the lamp nearest to Nick’s bed- bathing his brother in a spotlight of honey warm brightness. The glow highlights each little detail, from his freckles to his lashes. The tenting fabric between his thighs. Joe gathers the treats in his arms and turns to Nick to tell him that he’s loved- only to be met by Nick wriggling free of his boxers, his t-shirt already having been yanked off. His mouth goes rather dry and he’s soon rid of his own underwear.
Nick is creamy pale in the half light of the room, all strong shoulders with a tapered waist and muscular legs- his erection hot and hard against the slight curve of his belly once his boxers are in a heap on the floor. Joe can‘t help but work the heel of his palm against his own crotch as he pushes forward to drop his gifts, tubes and tubs, onto the bed beside Nick. He crawls up to meet his lips once he’s done so and inhales his brother’s moans of anticipation.
“Gosh, you are gorgeous,” Joe whispers, tongue sliding from Nick’s lips to curl over his masculine jaw line. His own thighs fit snugly around Nick’s sides and he loses himself into the bitter boy taste of Nick’s neck, the pulse that lies beneath smooth skin- the slightest drag of sweat salt.
“Joe, Joe,” Nick murmurs, hips hitching up towards his brother- itching for him- “Please.”
Joe breathes heavily, wetly, against Nick’s ear, rolling hips and too hot breath- “Which flavour?”
Nick whines, grappling at the solid bones of Joe’s back- “The-the pink one… Joe, please.”
Both boys whimper when they have to pull apart, bodies arching for each other, but once Joe’s grabbed the pot of strawberry frosting he wastes no time in unscrewing the lid with a shaky hand. He scoops up globules of pink goo and it feels just like Betty Crocker’s own. Joe slides his tongue against the tip of his finger to test the taste and his eyes roll a little as he sucks in more- the perfect combination of sugar and fresh fruit. It’s sensually creamy as it glides over his tongue.
“Oh Nicholas,” He exhales.
He collects more and immediately starts to stroke it over Nick- from the soft flesh beneath his chin, over his tender throat, his beautiful clavicle. It lays there, glistening, melting, and Joe’s cock twitches before he dips down to fasten his lips to his brother and suck the skin clean. Nick quickly opens up beneath his brother. His eyes close and nerves flex within him making him shiver, writhe against the mattress as Joe liberally spreads more of the frosting over him. From his neck to the strong stretch of his shoulders, his bulging biceps- the concave expanse between his ribs- over his thundering heart beat, too. Joe follows the frosting with his tongue, flush to the flesh and greedy, teeth nipping at the flavour, nipping at Nick as their cocks grind.
“Joe… Joe… Joe,” Nick repeats his brother’s name over and over. His mind goes numb, his cock even harder with every one of Joe’s pleasured moans, his playful tongue over too sticky skin.
When the cake topping first hits Nick’s skin it’s almost icy but it soon warms and softens and then, almost liquid, it dissolves and moves along with Nick as he pushes towards and pulls from his brother. Joe’s tongue against Nick’s flesh is almost more than Nick can handle- too hot, too smooth and eager, and then his breath following that- invigorating over rivulets of sugar spit. Cold and then suddenly searing; so gentle Nick almost cries as he begs and then rough as though Joe suddenly remembers that he’s hungry for this and it all becomes very animalistic as he sucks hard at the sugar coating Nick’s peaked nipples like hard candies, sprinkling candy hearts over the wet remains of the frosting atop the dusky beads before he works over them again.
Joe is addicted to the flavour, the tangled taste of his brother and the frosting, in no time at all. He continues to coat Nick in the stuff. Candy hand prints stain Nick’s stomach until Joe slips across and dances his tongue against each finger print, swirling the tip over the pink patterns left by his own wide palms. Great clouds of creamy pink swirl over his stomach, dusted over with the rainbow sugar, down deeper to his abdomen. There, Joe leaves dark hickeys once he’s swallowed the remnants of sugar and Nick convulses, fingers pulling hard at the roots of Joe’s dark hair-
“Joe, fuck… I know it’s your birthday, J-Joe, but I hurt.”
Joe shushes his brother, dipping his finger into the almost empty frosting pot and then holding it up to Nick’s lips. He wont let him have too much, wont take risks even when it’s so sweetly tempting, but Nick appreciates what he’s allowed. He suckles it slowly, savouring it and then settles a little so that Joe can paint his trembling inner thighs in the last of the pink and make a meal out of it. Joe nuzzles deep into Nick’s lower body, nose nudging beneath his cock to make Nick gasp before he goes back to licking the strawberry indulgently. Nick is his ice cream sundae and Joe’s head spins with the intoxicating sugar high- the promise of Nick’s cock weighty against his sticky tongue in no time at all.
Since he’s out of pink Joe impatiently pops the lid of the lilac frosting and scoops up a great amount of that to paint it over Nick’s shaft. He lets it melt, lets it merge with pre-come and then he wraps his lips around Nick’s head and takes him as deep as he can to suck away the bittersweet saccharine. He keeps dipping his finger into the pot and pushes that into his own mouth too- sucking at both himself and Nick with screamingly loud and ravenous moans. He can’t quite trace the purple flavour but it barely matters when Nick’s got his hand in his hair still and he’s all but fucking his throat. He can feel the brittle sugar against particles against his gums, feel Nick’s fire, too.
“Oh Joe, oh Joe,” Nick whines and Joe can sense the urgency there, though it’s a little lazy as Nick’s body becomes heavier, “Joe!”
Joe keeps one hand against Nick’s hip and pulls off of his cock loudly. He hurriedly paints the lilac paste, like make up, over his lips and then kisses it over Nick’s balls, suckling it again from the flesh. Nick comes up from the mattress entirely, shouting desperately for his release, and Joe just has time to lick away the last of it before Nick’s whole body spasms and he has to shift to catch the ribbons of his brother’s release. He lets them coat his cheeks, his lips, his outstretched tongue, along with the icing. The fist he has around his own cock finally tugs him right over the edge seconds after his brother so that he spurts out over the mattress, rocking on his knees from the momentum.
“Shit Nick, fucking- th-thank you,” Joe gasps, fingers now coated with Nick as well as the frosting. He sucks on them again, every last drop before he lets himself fall against Nick’s tacky chest.
Nick smells of sweat and sugar, candy and sex. Joe can hardly believe that he’s even sweeter than usual. He’s wet from Joe’s tongue and bruised from his teeth but he’s smiling so wide, dopey, like he’s the one who’s overdosed on sugar.
“The blue,” He smirks, barely moving but breathing even heavier as he laughs gruffly- “We’re using the blue tomorrow, okay? And the last of those silly little sprinkles.”
Joe nods, “Mmm, of course,” He purrs, dunking his finger in the tiny hearts and then sucking them up thoughtfully- “I’ll skip desert at dinner.”
Author: RaeLouise
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Definitely don’t own, doubt it happened.
Summary: An extra special sugary treat for Joe’s 20th! Nicholas becomes desert with body frosting [ click for more info]!
Dedication: Joe Jonas! Little star that he is! <3
When Joe wanders back into the bedroom after his shower, still bouncing and brimming with birthday excitement, there’s a metallic pink package waiting for him on his pillow. It’s bulky and spangled and there’s a frothy green ribbon to top it off; there’s even what looks like a dusting of candy colour confetti. It’s all very extravagant but still, rather mysterious.
“Um, Nick?”
Nick is laying back on his own bed, seemingly immersed in the book that’s propped up against his chest.
“Yeah, Joe?”
“What’s the parcel?”
Nick flicks his gaze up over his book, towards Joe and then his pillow, shrugging broad shoulders- “Not a clue, Joe. Something birthday related, I suppose- maybe some fans left it at reception, or something.” The younger Jonas seems un-phased, but he’s having to put a lot of effort into hiding his smirk.
“I guess…” Joe slips off his towel and pulls on boxers before he takes a seat on his bed. He reaches out for the package and since it doesn’t seem to be ticking or buzzing or generally being anything more than an elaborately wrapped gift he plucks it up off of the pillow and tugs at the ribbon until it unfurls- “Um, I should open it right?”
Nick rolls his eyes, shifting a little and laying his book down over his lap carefully- calculated- “Go for it, if it explodes- well, you have twenty years worth of tales to tell in Heaven.”
“Haha, very funny,” Joe pouts slightly as he peels the glittering paper back curiously. He takes his time, inch by inch, barely crumpling it, until he’s torn away enough of it to reveal what, on first glance, just seems to be feminine shower gels and such, “Um… well… maybe this wasn’t for me?”
Nick coughs lightly into his hand- “No, no, I’m uh, sure it is… How about you like, read the labels?”
Joe peers at his brother for a second- pretty sure he’s up to something- before he picks up one of the pastel pink bottles and purses his lips as he reads from it- “Body Frosting?” He queries wonderingly- “Pretty pink?”
Nick smiles ever so slightly, eyes brightening- “Sounds interesting,” He murmurs.
Joe grins just a little- picking through the rest of the package’s contents: more body frosting in pale blue and lilac; rainbow sugar like crystals; tiny edible hearts, too. Perfect cupcake toppings though, from what Joe can gather, they’re supposed to be lathered over flesh… over Nick?
“These are from you, aren’t they?” Joe giggles, “Dude, you’re my birthday cake!”
Nick ducks his head, cheeks tinted, but then he nods and Joe leaps at him, pulling him into his arms to press a determined kiss to his forehead. After a minute, maybe less, he sits back, catching his own lip as he studies Nick. Nick’s wearing nothing but a U2 t-shirt and a pair of Joe’s boxers- everything fresh and a little unkempt since his shower. He looks delicious even without decoration. Joe’s mouth waters as he imagines icing each of Nick’s collar bones, smearing it over his flawless chest- dotting each nipple with candy.
“I need to… wait…” Joe holds up a few fingers and then scrambles from the bed to make everything just right.
He turns off the overhead light before he flicks on the lamp nearest to Nick’s bed- bathing his brother in a spotlight of honey warm brightness. The glow highlights each little detail, from his freckles to his lashes. The tenting fabric between his thighs. Joe gathers the treats in his arms and turns to Nick to tell him that he’s loved- only to be met by Nick wriggling free of his boxers, his t-shirt already having been yanked off. His mouth goes rather dry and he’s soon rid of his own underwear.
Nick is creamy pale in the half light of the room, all strong shoulders with a tapered waist and muscular legs- his erection hot and hard against the slight curve of his belly once his boxers are in a heap on the floor. Joe can‘t help but work the heel of his palm against his own crotch as he pushes forward to drop his gifts, tubes and tubs, onto the bed beside Nick. He crawls up to meet his lips once he’s done so and inhales his brother’s moans of anticipation.
“Gosh, you are gorgeous,” Joe whispers, tongue sliding from Nick’s lips to curl over his masculine jaw line. His own thighs fit snugly around Nick’s sides and he loses himself into the bitter boy taste of Nick’s neck, the pulse that lies beneath smooth skin- the slightest drag of sweat salt.
“Joe, Joe,” Nick murmurs, hips hitching up towards his brother- itching for him- “Please.”
Joe breathes heavily, wetly, against Nick’s ear, rolling hips and too hot breath- “Which flavour?”
Nick whines, grappling at the solid bones of Joe’s back- “The-the pink one… Joe, please.”
Both boys whimper when they have to pull apart, bodies arching for each other, but once Joe’s grabbed the pot of strawberry frosting he wastes no time in unscrewing the lid with a shaky hand. He scoops up globules of pink goo and it feels just like Betty Crocker’s own. Joe slides his tongue against the tip of his finger to test the taste and his eyes roll a little as he sucks in more- the perfect combination of sugar and fresh fruit. It’s sensually creamy as it glides over his tongue.
“Oh Nicholas,” He exhales.
He collects more and immediately starts to stroke it over Nick- from the soft flesh beneath his chin, over his tender throat, his beautiful clavicle. It lays there, glistening, melting, and Joe’s cock twitches before he dips down to fasten his lips to his brother and suck the skin clean. Nick quickly opens up beneath his brother. His eyes close and nerves flex within him making him shiver, writhe against the mattress as Joe liberally spreads more of the frosting over him. From his neck to the strong stretch of his shoulders, his bulging biceps- the concave expanse between his ribs- over his thundering heart beat, too. Joe follows the frosting with his tongue, flush to the flesh and greedy, teeth nipping at the flavour, nipping at Nick as their cocks grind.
“Joe… Joe… Joe,” Nick repeats his brother’s name over and over. His mind goes numb, his cock even harder with every one of Joe’s pleasured moans, his playful tongue over too sticky skin.
When the cake topping first hits Nick’s skin it’s almost icy but it soon warms and softens and then, almost liquid, it dissolves and moves along with Nick as he pushes towards and pulls from his brother. Joe’s tongue against Nick’s flesh is almost more than Nick can handle- too hot, too smooth and eager, and then his breath following that- invigorating over rivulets of sugar spit. Cold and then suddenly searing; so gentle Nick almost cries as he begs and then rough as though Joe suddenly remembers that he’s hungry for this and it all becomes very animalistic as he sucks hard at the sugar coating Nick’s peaked nipples like hard candies, sprinkling candy hearts over the wet remains of the frosting atop the dusky beads before he works over them again.
Joe is addicted to the flavour, the tangled taste of his brother and the frosting, in no time at all. He continues to coat Nick in the stuff. Candy hand prints stain Nick’s stomach until Joe slips across and dances his tongue against each finger print, swirling the tip over the pink patterns left by his own wide palms. Great clouds of creamy pink swirl over his stomach, dusted over with the rainbow sugar, down deeper to his abdomen. There, Joe leaves dark hickeys once he’s swallowed the remnants of sugar and Nick convulses, fingers pulling hard at the roots of Joe’s dark hair-
“Joe, fuck… I know it’s your birthday, J-Joe, but I hurt.”
Joe shushes his brother, dipping his finger into the almost empty frosting pot and then holding it up to Nick’s lips. He wont let him have too much, wont take risks even when it’s so sweetly tempting, but Nick appreciates what he’s allowed. He suckles it slowly, savouring it and then settles a little so that Joe can paint his trembling inner thighs in the last of the pink and make a meal out of it. Joe nuzzles deep into Nick’s lower body, nose nudging beneath his cock to make Nick gasp before he goes back to licking the strawberry indulgently. Nick is his ice cream sundae and Joe’s head spins with the intoxicating sugar high- the promise of Nick’s cock weighty against his sticky tongue in no time at all.
Since he’s out of pink Joe impatiently pops the lid of the lilac frosting and scoops up a great amount of that to paint it over Nick’s shaft. He lets it melt, lets it merge with pre-come and then he wraps his lips around Nick’s head and takes him as deep as he can to suck away the bittersweet saccharine. He keeps dipping his finger into the pot and pushes that into his own mouth too- sucking at both himself and Nick with screamingly loud and ravenous moans. He can’t quite trace the purple flavour but it barely matters when Nick’s got his hand in his hair still and he’s all but fucking his throat. He can feel the brittle sugar against particles against his gums, feel Nick’s fire, too.
“Oh Joe, oh Joe,” Nick whines and Joe can sense the urgency there, though it’s a little lazy as Nick’s body becomes heavier, “Joe!”
Joe keeps one hand against Nick’s hip and pulls off of his cock loudly. He hurriedly paints the lilac paste, like make up, over his lips and then kisses it over Nick’s balls, suckling it again from the flesh. Nick comes up from the mattress entirely, shouting desperately for his release, and Joe just has time to lick away the last of it before Nick’s whole body spasms and he has to shift to catch the ribbons of his brother’s release. He lets them coat his cheeks, his lips, his outstretched tongue, along with the icing. The fist he has around his own cock finally tugs him right over the edge seconds after his brother so that he spurts out over the mattress, rocking on his knees from the momentum.
“Shit Nick, fucking- th-thank you,” Joe gasps, fingers now coated with Nick as well as the frosting. He sucks on them again, every last drop before he lets himself fall against Nick’s tacky chest.
Nick smells of sweat and sugar, candy and sex. Joe can hardly believe that he’s even sweeter than usual. He’s wet from Joe’s tongue and bruised from his teeth but he’s smiling so wide, dopey, like he’s the one who’s overdosed on sugar.
“The blue,” He smirks, barely moving but breathing even heavier as he laughs gruffly- “We’re using the blue tomorrow, okay? And the last of those silly little sprinkles.”
Joe nods, “Mmm, of course,” He purrs, dunking his finger in the tiny hearts and then sucking them up thoughtfully- “I’ll skip desert at dinner.”