ok. this pertains to because.
I think this is the last update for today in regards to this particular fic.
I'm gonna try and work on something else like my JBBB or the various other projects I have and try and update this tomorrow.
ahah. Joe's lack of boundaries amuses me.
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Part 5
It had been a whole hour since they had taken Joe into custody and Nick was losing his mind. He was in the backseat of his parent’s car listening to them arguing over what had happened when he lost it. “Will you two just shut up? Please? Joe is in jail!
“Any chance we can deny that it’s them in that tape?” his dad asked, ignoring Nick completely. His mom gave the pastor a look and he said, “Okay, okay. One crisis at a time. I get it. Let’s go see if we can get him out of there.”
When they got to the station they were told they couldn’t see Joe yet and Nick began to pace, wearing a new track in a carpet full of them. Every time the door opened he jumped, expecting to see Joe in handcuffs or for them to say he could go in now. Officer Bartlett came out with a different officer this time, not the one from before at Joe’s place, and she walked over to him.
She shook her head and said, “I wanted to be the one to tell you…” He stopped in front of her. “They aren’t charging Joe with rape.”
“Oh, thank God,” he said, breathing a bit harshly. “Joe called his, er, your…lawyer and he called a judge he knew and got the rape charges dropped since you’re almost eighteen and apparently act like you’re forty.” He smirked, knowing his fans would laugh if they heard that. “However, because it wasn’t rape…you’re under arrest.”
His parents stood up and he said, “Does that mean I can see Joe now?” She gave him an indulgent smile and he said, “Yes! Take me away.”
She almost laughed and the guy next to her cleared his throat. “Oh, right…” she said. “You’ve got the right to remain silent,” she said and continued on. Nick listened intently and was determined to stay silent until he got to see Joe. When she was finished reading him his rights he followed her through the door, his parents following and saying that they needed to be allowed because he was a minor.
He was led past a holding cell and heard, “Nick!” He turned and took a few steps toward Joe, hands meeting through the bars. “What happened? Why are you here? What’s going on?”
“I got arrested!” he said, almost happy about it and Joe stared at him.
“And you think I’m weird.” Nick nodded and he laughed, “You’re the one who’s happy to have been arrested.”
“Well, now we can be arrested together,” Nick said matter-of-factly and Joe snorted. He leaned forward at the same time Joe did, ignoring the way their parents were staring and an officer was trying to pull him away and he kissed Joe quickly.
“See you later!” he said with a quick wave.
“I’ll be here,” Joe retorted and moved to sit on the cot that was in the small space.
“Honey, I’ll come and see you later,” Denise said. “But right now I need to go with Nick.”
“That’s okay,” Joe said, and Nick didn’t hear anything else as he was led through another door.
“Do they usually keep people in there?” Nick asked curiously because it was sort of on display for anyone walking through.
“Everywhere else was full. Besides, this is a special ‘celebrity’ case. Speaking of, would you mind?” She held a photo of the Jonas Brothers up that Joe had already signed and gave him a sharpie. He added his name to it and gave it back. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” When he sat there he saw their lawyer, Mr. Popper, arguing with a policeman about whether or not they could hold Joe and Nick.
“Ah, good, here he is now.” He strode purposefully over to Nick and said, “Don’t answer their questions. Were you read your rights?” He nodded and Popper shrugged. “They, er, forgot to read Joe his until it was too late.
“Okay,” Nick said, then took a seat across from the officer with a name tag of Grant.
“Care to give a statement?” he asked Nick. “Your brother already told us everything.”
“You can’t use that as evidence,” Popper said, earning his paycheck - and he was definitely going to be getting a lot for this. “That confession was taken before Joe had his rights read to him.” Grant sighed and Popper continued. “Under the law-”
“I know the law, Mr. Popper, thank you. You’ve told me several times today. Now, Nick, come on. Just tell us what we want to know and we can try to get you off light…lay it on heavy for your brother." Nick stiffened noticeably and Grant smiled, thinking he had won. “Tell me. Did he force you at all?”
“What? No. Don’t be ridiculous.” Popper shot him a warning look and he shut up, cheeks burning.
“He’s older, did you two maybe have a fight that he lost? Was he taking advantage of you?”
“Did you even watch that tape?” Nick asked, perplexed. “Joe didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do.”
“Get him out of here.”
“Sir,” a new voice said. “All the cells are full. It’s not like we have many, unless you wanted to send him to County?”
“No, no. Just…put him in with his brother, the hearing has been scheduled. It’s in a few hours.” He looked at Nick carefully, sizing him up. “You two have caused quite the scene.”
“It wasn’t our intention,” Nick said evenly.
“Yeah, I know…you had no idea you were being filmed. Whatever. Just get him out of my sight.” Nick shrugged and stood, following another officer back down the hall and when they unlocked the cell he walked in smiling, smug. Joe shook his head and bit his lip as if he were fighting a smile of his own.
They both sat on one cot and faced their parents who were looking at them a bit oddly, and their dad said, “I’m…going to talk to Paul about bail and see what’s going on with that.” She nodded and Nick realized his dad must be talking about Popper.
She approached slowly and he asked, “You’re not mad at us, are you?”
“No. I mean, yes, and no. I’m mad at the people who set you up, at the person who took the video. If…” she took a deep breath. “If you two, uhm, I mean if this is really what you want…then no, I’m not mad at you. You could kill someone and I would still love you. This was a victimless crime, and you didn’t do anything wrong.” Nick sighed, letting the relief he felt finally show on his face. “Baby…”
She reached her hands through and touched each of their faces and they immediately brought their own hands up to hers. “We’ll be fine, mama,” Joe said. She looked like she was about to cry and he said, “Really.”
“Your father’s a little mad, but he loves you both. I better go. They’re trying you as an adult, Nick, which means I can’t stay much longer. They heard their father calling for her, not in a good mood. “Gotta go. I’ll be back later or I’ll see you at the hearing, whichever comes first.”
She took her hands back and blew kisses at them and Joe lay down on the uncomfortable, thin mattress, pulling Nick down with him. They watched her walk away and Nick turned to face Joe. “I should move to the other cot…”
“Nah. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He pulled the blanket over them and then reached under the covers, undoing the button to Nick’s jeans. “You know…California law defines illegal incestuous relations as sexual penetration.” Nick frowned as Joe pulled down the zipper and tugged the tight denim to Nick’s knees. He felt Joe’s hand reach through the hole in his boxers and gasped, but it was swallowed by Joe’s mouth on his.
“J…Joe, we’re gonna get in trouble.” Joe laughed and pulled his hand out, only to pull down his own pants and boxers before shoving Nick’s off the rest of the way.
“We’re already in jail, Nick, I don’t think there can be any more trouble. Besides,” he winked. “We’re not gonna break the law.” He moved closer and felt his cock brush against Joe’s, and then his brother’s hand wrapped solidly around both of their semi-hard shafts and began to stroke them to life.
He pushed his lips to Joe’s again and felt his brother’s tongue in his mouth and sucked hard to stifle the moan he wanted to let out, hips moving a little to match Joe’s hand. “Hey!” someone said and he looked up, Joe’s hand stopping. “Watch it,” the officer said, someone they didn’t know and Nick smirked.
“We’re just making out, officer,” Joe said innocently, his hand twisting and Nick buried his face in Joe’s shoulder, biting hard and Joe’s smile twisted into a grimace. Joe reached down when the officer turned away and put one of their underwear (Nick wasn’t sure whose, they both belonged to Joe) underneath their joined members so nothing dripped onto the white sheet. “Now,” he said, voice low. “Where were we?”
Nick brought their lips together once more, moving his hand down to lift both their shirts up in the hopes that they wouldn’t get messy, and then he let his own hand join Joe’s. He nipped at Joe’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as Joe’s hand sped up just a bit, and his own followed the pace. Joe’s kisses were sloppy, uncoordinated, and he licked into Nick’s mouth, exploring it with his tongue.
They were practically naked, in jail, lying on a small cot built for one and jerking off together. Nick couldn’t think of anything more risky or hot as he pushed Joe a bit and moved on top of his brother, thrusting steadily as their hands moved away and their dicks were trapped between their stomachs.
“Kids,” the officer muttered, crossing the room to get some coffee from the pot, his back was to the two Jonai. Nick smiled into the kiss, pulling away a little even as his hips kept moving. Joe whined and moved up, their lips meeting once more as Nick felt his orgasm building slowly.
“Mmm,” Joe sighed against his lips, deepening the kiss and reaching down to squeeze Nick’s ass. He jumped, rhythm faltering and then he caught it again, heart racing as he and Joe kept at it. Joe’s finger dipped lower, circling his entrance and he whined, unable to help it. “Love you…” Joe said, finger poised to enter but not actually doing it and Nick pushed back onto Joe’s finger. His hips moved more wildly, fucking himself on Joe’s finger and thrusting his dick against his brother’s stomach for a few long moments and when he felt Joe’s dick twitch as his brother came against his own flesh he bit Joe’s lip hard, shooting off and pressing their chests together as tight as he could.
Shaking, body trembling, he slipped off of Joe, come stringing between them and making them stick together. Joe picked up first one pair of boxers and wiped as much off as he could, and still there was more. Nick groaned, satisfied and a little embarrassed, and then Joe used the other pair to finish wiping them off. He hardly noticed when Joe pulled up his sweats and got out of bed, careful not to expose Nick to the room and headed to the side, hand reaching through the bars and tossing their underwear into the trash.
When Joe settled back in he finally reached down and tried to put his pants back on without being noticed, stopping before pulling them up past his thighs because his dick was still overly-sensitive, spent, and he didn’t know if he could handle the rough denim yet.
I'm gonna try and work on something else like my JBBB or the various other projects I have and try and update this tomorrow.
ahah. Joe's lack of boundaries amuses me.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
It had been a whole hour since they had taken Joe into custody and Nick was losing his mind. He was in the backseat of his parent’s car listening to them arguing over what had happened when he lost it. “Will you two just shut up? Please? Joe is in jail!
“Any chance we can deny that it’s them in that tape?” his dad asked, ignoring Nick completely. His mom gave the pastor a look and he said, “Okay, okay. One crisis at a time. I get it. Let’s go see if we can get him out of there.”
When they got to the station they were told they couldn’t see Joe yet and Nick began to pace, wearing a new track in a carpet full of them. Every time the door opened he jumped, expecting to see Joe in handcuffs or for them to say he could go in now. Officer Bartlett came out with a different officer this time, not the one from before at Joe’s place, and she walked over to him.
She shook her head and said, “I wanted to be the one to tell you…” He stopped in front of her. “They aren’t charging Joe with rape.”
“Oh, thank God,” he said, breathing a bit harshly. “Joe called his, er, your…lawyer and he called a judge he knew and got the rape charges dropped since you’re almost eighteen and apparently act like you’re forty.” He smirked, knowing his fans would laugh if they heard that. “However, because it wasn’t rape…you’re under arrest.”
His parents stood up and he said, “Does that mean I can see Joe now?” She gave him an indulgent smile and he said, “Yes! Take me away.”
She almost laughed and the guy next to her cleared his throat. “Oh, right…” she said. “You’ve got the right to remain silent,” she said and continued on. Nick listened intently and was determined to stay silent until he got to see Joe. When she was finished reading him his rights he followed her through the door, his parents following and saying that they needed to be allowed because he was a minor.
He was led past a holding cell and heard, “Nick!” He turned and took a few steps toward Joe, hands meeting through the bars. “What happened? Why are you here? What’s going on?”
“I got arrested!” he said, almost happy about it and Joe stared at him.
“And you think I’m weird.” Nick nodded and he laughed, “You’re the one who’s happy to have been arrested.”
“Well, now we can be arrested together,” Nick said matter-of-factly and Joe snorted. He leaned forward at the same time Joe did, ignoring the way their parents were staring and an officer was trying to pull him away and he kissed Joe quickly.
“See you later!” he said with a quick wave.
“I’ll be here,” Joe retorted and moved to sit on the cot that was in the small space.
“Honey, I’ll come and see you later,” Denise said. “But right now I need to go with Nick.”
“That’s okay,” Joe said, and Nick didn’t hear anything else as he was led through another door.
“Do they usually keep people in there?” Nick asked curiously because it was sort of on display for anyone walking through.
“Everywhere else was full. Besides, this is a special ‘celebrity’ case. Speaking of, would you mind?” She held a photo of the Jonas Brothers up that Joe had already signed and gave him a sharpie. He added his name to it and gave it back. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” When he sat there he saw their lawyer, Mr. Popper, arguing with a policeman about whether or not they could hold Joe and Nick.
“Ah, good, here he is now.” He strode purposefully over to Nick and said, “Don’t answer their questions. Were you read your rights?” He nodded and Popper shrugged. “They, er, forgot to read Joe his until it was too late.
“Okay,” Nick said, then took a seat across from the officer with a name tag of Grant.
“Care to give a statement?” he asked Nick. “Your brother already told us everything.”
“You can’t use that as evidence,” Popper said, earning his paycheck - and he was definitely going to be getting a lot for this. “That confession was taken before Joe had his rights read to him.” Grant sighed and Popper continued. “Under the law-”
“I know the law, Mr. Popper, thank you. You’ve told me several times today. Now, Nick, come on. Just tell us what we want to know and we can try to get you off light…lay it on heavy for your brother." Nick stiffened noticeably and Grant smiled, thinking he had won. “Tell me. Did he force you at all?”
“What? No. Don’t be ridiculous.” Popper shot him a warning look and he shut up, cheeks burning.
“He’s older, did you two maybe have a fight that he lost? Was he taking advantage of you?”
“Did you even watch that tape?” Nick asked, perplexed. “Joe didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do.”
“Get him out of here.”
“Sir,” a new voice said. “All the cells are full. It’s not like we have many, unless you wanted to send him to County?”
“No, no. Just…put him in with his brother, the hearing has been scheduled. It’s in a few hours.” He looked at Nick carefully, sizing him up. “You two have caused quite the scene.”
“It wasn’t our intention,” Nick said evenly.
“Yeah, I know…you had no idea you were being filmed. Whatever. Just get him out of my sight.” Nick shrugged and stood, following another officer back down the hall and when they unlocked the cell he walked in smiling, smug. Joe shook his head and bit his lip as if he were fighting a smile of his own.
They both sat on one cot and faced their parents who were looking at them a bit oddly, and their dad said, “I’m…going to talk to Paul about bail and see what’s going on with that.” She nodded and Nick realized his dad must be talking about Popper.
She approached slowly and he asked, “You’re not mad at us, are you?”
“No. I mean, yes, and no. I’m mad at the people who set you up, at the person who took the video. If…” she took a deep breath. “If you two, uhm, I mean if this is really what you want…then no, I’m not mad at you. You could kill someone and I would still love you. This was a victimless crime, and you didn’t do anything wrong.” Nick sighed, letting the relief he felt finally show on his face. “Baby…”
She reached her hands through and touched each of their faces and they immediately brought their own hands up to hers. “We’ll be fine, mama,” Joe said. She looked like she was about to cry and he said, “Really.”
“Your father’s a little mad, but he loves you both. I better go. They’re trying you as an adult, Nick, which means I can’t stay much longer. They heard their father calling for her, not in a good mood. “Gotta go. I’ll be back later or I’ll see you at the hearing, whichever comes first.”
She took her hands back and blew kisses at them and Joe lay down on the uncomfortable, thin mattress, pulling Nick down with him. They watched her walk away and Nick turned to face Joe. “I should move to the other cot…”
“Nah. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He pulled the blanket over them and then reached under the covers, undoing the button to Nick’s jeans. “You know…California law defines illegal incestuous relations as sexual penetration.” Nick frowned as Joe pulled down the zipper and tugged the tight denim to Nick’s knees. He felt Joe’s hand reach through the hole in his boxers and gasped, but it was swallowed by Joe’s mouth on his.
“J…Joe, we’re gonna get in trouble.” Joe laughed and pulled his hand out, only to pull down his own pants and boxers before shoving Nick’s off the rest of the way.
“We’re already in jail, Nick, I don’t think there can be any more trouble. Besides,” he winked. “We’re not gonna break the law.” He moved closer and felt his cock brush against Joe’s, and then his brother’s hand wrapped solidly around both of their semi-hard shafts and began to stroke them to life.
He pushed his lips to Joe’s again and felt his brother’s tongue in his mouth and sucked hard to stifle the moan he wanted to let out, hips moving a little to match Joe’s hand. “Hey!” someone said and he looked up, Joe’s hand stopping. “Watch it,” the officer said, someone they didn’t know and Nick smirked.
“We’re just making out, officer,” Joe said innocently, his hand twisting and Nick buried his face in Joe’s shoulder, biting hard and Joe’s smile twisted into a grimace. Joe reached down when the officer turned away and put one of their underwear (Nick wasn’t sure whose, they both belonged to Joe) underneath their joined members so nothing dripped onto the white sheet. “Now,” he said, voice low. “Where were we?”
Nick brought their lips together once more, moving his hand down to lift both their shirts up in the hopes that they wouldn’t get messy, and then he let his own hand join Joe’s. He nipped at Joe’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as Joe’s hand sped up just a bit, and his own followed the pace. Joe’s kisses were sloppy, uncoordinated, and he licked into Nick’s mouth, exploring it with his tongue.
They were practically naked, in jail, lying on a small cot built for one and jerking off together. Nick couldn’t think of anything more risky or hot as he pushed Joe a bit and moved on top of his brother, thrusting steadily as their hands moved away and their dicks were trapped between their stomachs.
“Kids,” the officer muttered, crossing the room to get some coffee from the pot, his back was to the two Jonai. Nick smiled into the kiss, pulling away a little even as his hips kept moving. Joe whined and moved up, their lips meeting once more as Nick felt his orgasm building slowly.
“Mmm,” Joe sighed against his lips, deepening the kiss and reaching down to squeeze Nick’s ass. He jumped, rhythm faltering and then he caught it again, heart racing as he and Joe kept at it. Joe’s finger dipped lower, circling his entrance and he whined, unable to help it. “Love you…” Joe said, finger poised to enter but not actually doing it and Nick pushed back onto Joe’s finger. His hips moved more wildly, fucking himself on Joe’s finger and thrusting his dick against his brother’s stomach for a few long moments and when he felt Joe’s dick twitch as his brother came against his own flesh he bit Joe’s lip hard, shooting off and pressing their chests together as tight as he could.
Shaking, body trembling, he slipped off of Joe, come stringing between them and making them stick together. Joe picked up first one pair of boxers and wiped as much off as he could, and still there was more. Nick groaned, satisfied and a little embarrassed, and then Joe used the other pair to finish wiping them off. He hardly noticed when Joe pulled up his sweats and got out of bed, careful not to expose Nick to the room and headed to the side, hand reaching through the bars and tossing their underwear into the trash.
When Joe settled back in he finally reached down and tried to put his pants back on without being noticed, stopping before pulling them up past his thighs because his dick was still overly-sensitive, spent, and he didn’t know if he could handle the rough denim yet.