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Sex tape. The words kept running through Joe’s head like a broken record. Sex tape. There it was again. He recalled that someone had seen he and Nick together but…sex tape? Had they gotten any of it on video? His cheeks turned bright red and he felt like he couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, throat closing up and he doubled over, head between his knees as he tried to think. Sex tape. Sex tape, sex tape, sex tape, with Ryan’s accusatory words behind them all.
“We didn’t make a sex tape,” Nick blurted out and Joe looked up, glad at least one of them retained the ability of speech.
“Then someone made a shit-ton of money off of you two…” Ryan replied and Garbo walked in wearing a pair of shorts and that was it.
“What’s going on?” he asked, correctly noticing Joe’s hysteria and everyone else’s dour looks.
Ryan turned on his monitor and brought up YouTube. “FOX Network has apparently been running parts of it every commercial break since they got it, censoring it. Theyr'e going a big news coverage tonight. And, uhm,” Ryan cringed, “The uncensored version is all over the internet as well.”
“Whoah, what needed to be censored?” Garbo asked, still not caught up, and Joe shut his eyes tight, rocking back and forth just a tad. He felt strong hands grip his shoulders and Garbo said, “Joe. Breathe. Now.” He looked up and met his friend’s eyes and opened his mouth, sucking in air and feeling dizzy with it. “You were turning blue…now what the hell is going on?”
“Apparently Joe and Nick made a sex tape…” Jack said quietly.
“We didn’t make a sex tape!” Nick snapped quickly, and looked around. “Sorry. I just…” Joe watched as Nick looked at Ryan. “Let me see.”
“Trust me…it’s you guys. I’d know you two, and Joe’s room, anywhere.” But Nick just moved closer and Joe got up to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Nick’s waist like earlier more to comfort himself than any other reason.
“When did FOX start airing this?” Nick asked, relaxing back into Joe a little.
“About twenty minutes ago.” Ryan brought up his internet browser and went to google typing ‘Jonas Sex Tape’ and hit the third link leading to xtube. “It hit the internet about three minutes later.” He let the video load for a while, screen black, Ryan’s computer was a little on the slow side and when it was about halfways done he hit the play button.
Joe gasped at the length showing the video was over an hour long and he said, “We took that long?” Nick snorted and Ryan pushed back so everyone could see Joe and Nick on Joe’s bed, Joe between Nick’s legs and giving his sleeping brother a blowjob. That was where the video started. It wasn’t long before Nick woke up, only a few seconds into the video, and Joe could feel himself getting hard watching this - knowing what was going to happen. “Fast-forward,” he said and Ryan hit the button and the video flew by. Joe rimming Nick, Nick putting lube on Joe’s fingers, Joe fingering Nick.
“Daaamn…” Garbo said as the Joe on screen was climbing back onto the bed completely naked after Nick had made him take off his boxers. It sped through the rest, through Joe fucking Nick, the angle of the shot the entire time perfectly placed for all the action. They watched right up until the end and they started making out before the screen went black once more. “Okay…that was ridiculously hot.” He turned to face Joe and Nick who were blushing again and said, “Didn’t know you two were that kinky.”
“Didn’t know you’d find it so hot…” Nick mumbled. “Besides…it was our first time.”
“No way…” Jack said, “You guys did all of that...your first time?” Nick nodded and Jack laughed. “Wowwww.”
Nick shifted and Joe gasped, fully hard and dick sliding between Nick’s rounded ass cheeks. “I think Joe wants to take that shower now…”
“It’ll have to be cold,” Joe said sadly. “We don’t have time. We have to fix this.”
“That’s what our Public Relations people are for…” Nick pouted but knew Joe was right. The phone rang and Nick answered to the voice of his mother telling him loud enough Joe could hear that everything was going to be okay, the doorbell rang and he thought it was too early for the pizza to be there. He shrugged and headed for the door, opening it slowly.
“Joe Jonas,” a crisp voice said. There were two uniformed police officers at the door, one male and one female, and it was the girl speaking. “You’re under arrest.”
Everything was a blur as Joe blinked and said, “Uhm…can I at least put a shirt on? We were playing basketball.” That life seemed like a dream and his mind raced a thousand miles an hour. There were reporters on their lawn and paparazzi aplenty, and Joe blinked as they all took pictures, trying to clear his vision of the bright, white spots. He knew the officers probably didn’t care that he’d been playing basketball, but for some reason he’d said it anyway.
“Okay,” the girl said and he read her name tag: Bartlett. The guy whose name was Higgins seemed perfectly content with letting her do the talking and Joe wondered if he were homophobic.
He left the door open and went to his room as his roommates came out to see why he hadn’t returned yet with the video crisis on hand, but they quickly retreated back into Ryan’s room upon seeing who their impromptu visitors were. He was just grabbing a t-shirt out of his drawer when he heard Nick’s voice from the living room. “NO! You can’t take him!”
He headed back out of his room, gray cotton in hand as he ran into the hall and toward the sound of Nick’s hysterics. His heart ached but he had to get there before Nick did something stupid. When he did he noticed Nick looked about to punch someone and the male officer was trying to explain that they had to take Joe whether they wanted to or not. They were treating Nick like a kid.
Joe walked up and grabbed Nick, who spun and clung to Joe as if - maybe if he held on tight enough, they wouldn’t be able to take Joe away. “Its okay, Nicky. I’m just gonna go with them, not make a scene.” The officers had come in, shutting the doors behind them, thankfully. His roommates had gone around and closed all the windows and drapes, blocking out any view to prying cameras.
“We didn’t make any stupid tape,” Nick said, looking at the officers.
Officer Bartlett sighed and looked like she actually felt bad. “We know…we already have to people who snuck in and filmed you without your consent. We got confessions from them already. You can come with us, if you want, and you can give your own testimony as to the charges Joe is up against.”
“What charges?” Joe asked thickly, just wanting to be sure.
“Well, it’s obvious from the video both parties consented…so…incest. The state is trying to get you on rape, and it might stick. You need a good lawyer to make the rape go away.” She looked away, unable to meet his eyes.
“This is all my fault,” Nick whispered, sniffing and beginning to cry.
Joe forced Nick to look at him and said, “No. It’s not. It’s both our faults and you know that. And neither of us are going to say anything, because they’ll just find a way to use it against us.”
Nick nodded and brought their lips together and when they parted Joe felt a warm hand on his arm. He met Bartlett’s eyes and nodded, taking a step away from his brother and said, “I’ll cooperate. What’s gonna happen?”
“We’ll have to put you into a cell and a hearing will be scheduled. They’ll debate whether or not to post bail and probably will; you’re good kids and hadn’t even known you were being filmed. You’re victims of voyeurism as well and have the right to sue the people responsible in court. Whether you sit in jail or not is up to your family and friends.”
“I won’t let him…” Nick said and Bartlett smiled as if she’d expected that answer.
“Let’s go,” Joe said and put on his shirt.
The officers didn’t cuff him but they did place him between them, Higgins leading the way and Bartlett taking up the rear. As they got into the car she said, “You,” and then she stopped, tense in her seat.
“Hmm?” he asked from the backseat, the door closing next to him.
“Nothing,” she said and added, “Just wondering if you’d sign an autograph for my daughter.”
He smiled and said, “Sure.”
~*~*~
Getting into the building was hard, people and cameras everywhere. Fans dominated a large part and some even held up signs saying ‘Joick 4ever’ and other such things and he waved in their direction. Ohio seemed better and better as he sat in a chair in front of a desk and was told to wait. It was a while before a higher ranking officer came with a tape recorder, pad and pencil.
“Hi,” he said, not cheerful or upset. Just a ‘hi’ like he’d done this so many times and was weary of it, celebrity or not.
“Hey,” Joe said back, voice calm.
“Care to give me your statement?” he asked and Joe shrugged.
“Nick came over last night and told me how he felt…” He gave them the whole story, everything they could have wanted and then some, only being interrupted every once in a while with a question or two. At the end the officer was actually blushing. “God, that feels good to get off my chest…Now let me call my lawyer.”
He was led to a desk that was empty and the phone was dialed for him as if they didn’t trust him and when his lawyer picked up they had a brief conversation. Joe’s conversation consisted mostly of ‘yes, no, yes, yes…nope!’ and then it was over. With a smug smile on his face he turned and said, “Can you read me my rights? I was never Mirandized, or whatever its called.”
Officer Grant (that was the new officer’s name) stood and cursed loudly, the pencil in his hand snapping, and looked like he wanted to pull his hair out. He took a few deep breaths and gave Joe a shrewd, piercing look. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.”
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Sex tape. The words kept running through Joe’s head like a broken record. Sex tape. There it was again. He recalled that someone had seen he and Nick together but…sex tape? Had they gotten any of it on video? His cheeks turned bright red and he felt like he couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, throat closing up and he doubled over, head between his knees as he tried to think. Sex tape. Sex tape, sex tape, sex tape, with Ryan’s accusatory words behind them all.
“We didn’t make a sex tape,” Nick blurted out and Joe looked up, glad at least one of them retained the ability of speech.
“Then someone made a shit-ton of money off of you two…” Ryan replied and Garbo walked in wearing a pair of shorts and that was it.
“What’s going on?” he asked, correctly noticing Joe’s hysteria and everyone else’s dour looks.
Ryan turned on his monitor and brought up YouTube. “FOX Network has apparently been running parts of it every commercial break since they got it, censoring it. Theyr'e going a big news coverage tonight. And, uhm,” Ryan cringed, “The uncensored version is all over the internet as well.”
“Whoah, what needed to be censored?” Garbo asked, still not caught up, and Joe shut his eyes tight, rocking back and forth just a tad. He felt strong hands grip his shoulders and Garbo said, “Joe. Breathe. Now.” He looked up and met his friend’s eyes and opened his mouth, sucking in air and feeling dizzy with it. “You were turning blue…now what the hell is going on?”
“Apparently Joe and Nick made a sex tape…” Jack said quietly.
“We didn’t make a sex tape!” Nick snapped quickly, and looked around. “Sorry. I just…” Joe watched as Nick looked at Ryan. “Let me see.”
“Trust me…it’s you guys. I’d know you two, and Joe’s room, anywhere.” But Nick just moved closer and Joe got up to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Nick’s waist like earlier more to comfort himself than any other reason.
“When did FOX start airing this?” Nick asked, relaxing back into Joe a little.
“About twenty minutes ago.” Ryan brought up his internet browser and went to google typing ‘Jonas Sex Tape’ and hit the third link leading to xtube. “It hit the internet about three minutes later.” He let the video load for a while, screen black, Ryan’s computer was a little on the slow side and when it was about halfways done he hit the play button.
Joe gasped at the length showing the video was over an hour long and he said, “We took that long?” Nick snorted and Ryan pushed back so everyone could see Joe and Nick on Joe’s bed, Joe between Nick’s legs and giving his sleeping brother a blowjob. That was where the video started. It wasn’t long before Nick woke up, only a few seconds into the video, and Joe could feel himself getting hard watching this - knowing what was going to happen. “Fast-forward,” he said and Ryan hit the button and the video flew by. Joe rimming Nick, Nick putting lube on Joe’s fingers, Joe fingering Nick.
“Daaamn…” Garbo said as the Joe on screen was climbing back onto the bed completely naked after Nick had made him take off his boxers. It sped through the rest, through Joe fucking Nick, the angle of the shot the entire time perfectly placed for all the action. They watched right up until the end and they started making out before the screen went black once more. “Okay…that was ridiculously hot.” He turned to face Joe and Nick who were blushing again and said, “Didn’t know you two were that kinky.”
“Didn’t know you’d find it so hot…” Nick mumbled. “Besides…it was our first time.”
“No way…” Jack said, “You guys did all of that...your first time?” Nick nodded and Jack laughed. “Wowwww.”
Nick shifted and Joe gasped, fully hard and dick sliding between Nick’s rounded ass cheeks. “I think Joe wants to take that shower now…”
“It’ll have to be cold,” Joe said sadly. “We don’t have time. We have to fix this.”
“That’s what our Public Relations people are for…” Nick pouted but knew Joe was right. The phone rang and Nick answered to the voice of his mother telling him loud enough Joe could hear that everything was going to be okay, the doorbell rang and he thought it was too early for the pizza to be there. He shrugged and headed for the door, opening it slowly.
“Joe Jonas,” a crisp voice said. There were two uniformed police officers at the door, one male and one female, and it was the girl speaking. “You’re under arrest.”
Everything was a blur as Joe blinked and said, “Uhm…can I at least put a shirt on? We were playing basketball.” That life seemed like a dream and his mind raced a thousand miles an hour. There were reporters on their lawn and paparazzi aplenty, and Joe blinked as they all took pictures, trying to clear his vision of the bright, white spots. He knew the officers probably didn’t care that he’d been playing basketball, but for some reason he’d said it anyway.
“Okay,” the girl said and he read her name tag: Bartlett. The guy whose name was Higgins seemed perfectly content with letting her do the talking and Joe wondered if he were homophobic.
He left the door open and went to his room as his roommates came out to see why he hadn’t returned yet with the video crisis on hand, but they quickly retreated back into Ryan’s room upon seeing who their impromptu visitors were. He was just grabbing a t-shirt out of his drawer when he heard Nick’s voice from the living room. “NO! You can’t take him!”
He headed back out of his room, gray cotton in hand as he ran into the hall and toward the sound of Nick’s hysterics. His heart ached but he had to get there before Nick did something stupid. When he did he noticed Nick looked about to punch someone and the male officer was trying to explain that they had to take Joe whether they wanted to or not. They were treating Nick like a kid.
Joe walked up and grabbed Nick, who spun and clung to Joe as if - maybe if he held on tight enough, they wouldn’t be able to take Joe away. “Its okay, Nicky. I’m just gonna go with them, not make a scene.” The officers had come in, shutting the doors behind them, thankfully. His roommates had gone around and closed all the windows and drapes, blocking out any view to prying cameras.
“We didn’t make any stupid tape,” Nick said, looking at the officers.
Officer Bartlett sighed and looked like she actually felt bad. “We know…we already have to people who snuck in and filmed you without your consent. We got confessions from them already. You can come with us, if you want, and you can give your own testimony as to the charges Joe is up against.”
“What charges?” Joe asked thickly, just wanting to be sure.
“Well, it’s obvious from the video both parties consented…so…incest. The state is trying to get you on rape, and it might stick. You need a good lawyer to make the rape go away.” She looked away, unable to meet his eyes.
“This is all my fault,” Nick whispered, sniffing and beginning to cry.
Joe forced Nick to look at him and said, “No. It’s not. It’s both our faults and you know that. And neither of us are going to say anything, because they’ll just find a way to use it against us.”
Nick nodded and brought their lips together and when they parted Joe felt a warm hand on his arm. He met Bartlett’s eyes and nodded, taking a step away from his brother and said, “I’ll cooperate. What’s gonna happen?”
“We’ll have to put you into a cell and a hearing will be scheduled. They’ll debate whether or not to post bail and probably will; you’re good kids and hadn’t even known you were being filmed. You’re victims of voyeurism as well and have the right to sue the people responsible in court. Whether you sit in jail or not is up to your family and friends.”
“I won’t let him…” Nick said and Bartlett smiled as if she’d expected that answer.
“Let’s go,” Joe said and put on his shirt.
The officers didn’t cuff him but they did place him between them, Higgins leading the way and Bartlett taking up the rear. As they got into the car she said, “You,” and then she stopped, tense in her seat.
“Hmm?” he asked from the backseat, the door closing next to him.
“Nothing,” she said and added, “Just wondering if you’d sign an autograph for my daughter.”
He smiled and said, “Sure.”
~*~*~
Getting into the building was hard, people and cameras everywhere. Fans dominated a large part and some even held up signs saying ‘Joick 4ever’ and other such things and he waved in their direction. Ohio seemed better and better as he sat in a chair in front of a desk and was told to wait. It was a while before a higher ranking officer came with a tape recorder, pad and pencil.
“Hi,” he said, not cheerful or upset. Just a ‘hi’ like he’d done this so many times and was weary of it, celebrity or not.
“Hey,” Joe said back, voice calm.
“Care to give me your statement?” he asked and Joe shrugged.
“Nick came over last night and told me how he felt…” He gave them the whole story, everything they could have wanted and then some, only being interrupted every once in a while with a question or two. At the end the officer was actually blushing. “God, that feels good to get off my chest…Now let me call my lawyer.”
He was led to a desk that was empty and the phone was dialed for him as if they didn’t trust him and when his lawyer picked up they had a brief conversation. Joe’s conversation consisted mostly of ‘yes, no, yes, yes…nope!’ and then it was over. With a smug smile on his face he turned and said, “Can you read me my rights? I was never Mirandized, or whatever its called.”
Officer Grant (that was the new officer’s name) stood and cursed loudly, the pencil in his hand snapping, and looked like he wanted to pull his hair out. He took a few deep breaths and gave Joe a shrewd, piercing look. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.”