Good Love - Chapter One
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Chapter One
Nick had no idea his whole world would get flipped upside down when he opened his eyes, but that didn't keep the musician from delaying the moment. He pulled the covers up over his face to block out the sun filtering through the hotel room's flimsy drapes and snuggled closer to the warm body next to him. Wait, that was wrong. It was all wrong. The hotel that had been booked for the bachelor party in Jersey had really good blinds, so why did Nick keep remembering ugly, bad ones? And who was in his bed with him? He still didn't open his eyes as a memory hit him.
He was with Joe, booking a motel room. It had been the first one they could find after they’d separated from the others and the moment the door was locked behind them their lips did the same, fitting together like puzzle pieces. They didn’t break for air until they were both on the only queen-sized bed in the room.
Nick opened his eyes slowly, unable to see anything, face nuzzled against a chest that had dark hair on it and the covers pulled over his head. He felt trapped, legs tangled with those of who was definitely his brother and he tried to shift away, but the movement was too much and Joe groaned.
Taking a deep breath, Nick pulled the covers back down, looking up to meet brown eyes so much like his own. The younger man’s eyes widened in fear and it took control of his limbs, making them inoperable as the two stared at each other, both of them just as surprised as the other and working out the details in their minds. Joe blinked first and his lips parted in a silent gasp so Nick moved away a little bit more, wincing when he felt a burning pain in his rear.
Realization of what that particular pain must have meant made him blush. He rolled to his side as if to get off the bed when Joe smiled sleepily and threw an arm over Nick’s hips, bringing back that fear-induced stillness once again. “Mmmm, Nicky…” he said, still smiling. He pushed up onto his elbows and Nick could see down the line of his body and Joe’s dick was silky and firm and leaking pre-come; he felt his own go semi-hard at the sight. “Want me to kiss it better?”
The whimper he let out felt like a betrayal which Joe must have taken for consent because suddenly he was between Nick’s legs. They seemed to have spread with a mind of their own as Joe’s tongue found that puckered entrance and it was wet, good-hot and slippery as it wormed its way inside of the twenty-one year-old and suddenly he was no longer just half-hard.
He moaned as he remembered Joe had done this to him the night before after they’d gotten undressed. Then he’d stuck other things inside of him, fingers and eventually his…Nick moaned loudly at the memory and his hips bucked down toward Joe’s face. He felt those pretty lips turn up into a smile as that talented tongue withdrew and Joe said, “I think you’re feeling better…” And then he was on top of Nick and maneuvering one of the younger man’s legs over his shoulder.
Nick knew what was about to happen and knew he should say ‘no;’ he should tell Joe to stop because they weren’t drunk beyond belief anymore and Joe was getting married in…he looked at the clock: nine hours. He didn’t say ‘no,’ and Joe pushed inside of him, an expression of disbelief and bliss on his face, moaning his baby boy’s name as he continued his slow push in. And Nick…he felt that burn all over again, but it didn’t feel all bad. He was too turned on for it to be bad.
The night before had been different, Joe had fucked him from behind and this was more intense - more real. True, the fact that they weren’t drunk made it even more wrong and sinful and wonderful as their eyes remained glued to each other’s and Nick drank in the look on the twenty-four year-old’s face. “You…you okay?” Joe asked. His voice was low as if he were having trouble getting the words out. Nick just nodded and Joe relaxed, which made Nick relax even more. He felt the slide of his brother’s cock as it dragged out and then pushed back in, rubbing over a spot hidden deep inside of him that made him moan again.
His eyebrows drew together in concentration as he tried to think through the pleasure. There was something he was supposed to do today…what was it? “Stop thinking,” Joe grunted and slammed into him, blowing to Hell all the progress Nick had made in those few seconds. Oh well, if it were important, he’d remember later… He moaned again as Joe’s thrusts quickened, eyes closing and breathing in short pants, fingers curling over the skin of his brother’s back and drawing pink lines down it with his nails. “Nnng, Nicky. S-so tight.” He fucked in harder and Nick saw stars.
“R-right there,” he gasped, loving the way whenever Joe hit that spot it made fireworks go off in his very blood, causing small explosions all over his body in tingly bursts.
“Y-yeah?” Joe asked, circling his hips as he drove in and Nick nodded, the sound of his moan loud in the small room. “Tell me if I’m, mmm going to hard or whatever because I w-won’t be able to s-stop on my own. Feels too, unnnf, good!”
Nick nodded again, appreciating his concern but only whispered, “Faster.” Joe groaned and complied, hips forcing his cock deeper inside of Nick until it seemed to come to the end, buried completely inside of the young musician. “We…why,” Nick gasped but his eyes rolled back and he could feel his orgasm building as Joe just kept fucking hard into him like they were made to fit together like this, like two pieces of the same puzzle. Joe slowed so Nick could speak and he let out a whimper, bucking his hips back on his brother’s cock and making him move again. “Why do we fit so well together?” he asked finally, meeting Joe’s eyes.
“I don’t know, baby boy…” Joe whispered, bringing their lips together, hips stilling and Nick moaned into the kiss. He wanted Joe to move again and wiggled his hips, making those pink lips part in a gasp against his and pull back so he could pound Nick into the mattress. It wasn’t long before he was coming harder than he ever had in his life, maybe harder than the night before since he didn’t remember much of it, and streaks of white arched to hit his chin, his neck, his chest and his stomach. It was like his body was on fire as it convulsed, thighs trembling and chest heaving, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as he fought to take in a good breath and failed. He felt Joe slam into him one last time, slicking him up inside with his own mess and his cock let out another messy blurt of come, toes curling in ecstasy and Joe collapsed on top of him.
It was a few minutes before either of them moved and Joe rolled onto his side and out of Nick, taking deep breaths and he grabbed the younger man’s hand, tangling their fingers together. He caught a glint of something on his left hand and it wasn’t his promise ring. “What the fuck happened last night?” he asked, realizing it was the wedding band Joe had bought for himself, a matching silver one for Demi probably still in the box. Joe shrugged and ran his free hand through that short hair and Nick’s eyes widened at the glint of silver there. It was the ring he’d bought for himself for his wedding with Miley.
He sat up straight and looked at the clock again as he remembered what he’d been trying to before: Joe wasn’t the only Jonas that was supposed to get married today. “Oh, God. Shit, Joe, what happened last night?” he asked, recalling their joint bachelor party had started out well.
Joe chuckled darkly and it caused a shiver to run down his spine. His older brother looked around the room and said “I’m pretty sure we did that more than once last night…” By ‘that,’ Joe had meant sex. Nick looked around as well and winced, realizing it was probably true. The TV was on the floor and there was dried come all over the stand it had been on as well as the carpet. The bathroom door was ajar and he noticed a hole in the wall and touched the back of his head gingerly, feeling a bump. What the fuck had happened last night?
“Come on…” he said, getting up and heading for the bathroom. “We have to get this room in order,” he glanced at the hole, “Or as much in order as possible.” Joe groaned as if he never wanted to move and Nick just started doing it himself, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and running the faucet so it was damp before he cleaned off the TV stand and moved the unit back in place. “Come on, give me a hand,” he pleaded and Joe got up. Then he cursed as he noticed more stains on the wall beside the dresser.
“Fine,” Joe muttered, no longer in a good mood as he looked anywhere but at Nick. Whatever, he so didn’t have time to deal with Joe’s mood and baby-sit him at the moment as he scrubbed at the carpet, frustration only growing when the stains wouldn’t budge. He heard Joe moving around in the bathroom and didn’t really want to know if there was a mess in there, too, he hadn’t taken the time to look when he’d gotten the towel. When he was done straightening up he heard the shower running and Joe came back out, still naked. “At least shower with me, it’ll save time.”
He told himself he’d only consented because of the time factor, and not the way his cock twitched at the idea of showering with Joe. Once under the hot, running water, Joe grabbed the soap and a washcloth and rubbed them together, kneeling in front of Nick and began to clean him off. His stomach clenched and his breath hitched in his throat as Joe slid up his legs with the soapy, lathery cloth and palmed his sensitive cock through it. Nick blushed even as the limb twitched to life under that slightly scratchy material controlled by his brother’s talented hand. Nick had a moment to wonder where Joe had learned to do all of this and asked him, getting a groan and gentle laugh in response.
“Boredom, Nicky…lots of self experimentation and dreaming of you…” was Joe’s response, which only made the younger man’s dick harden further, which Nick wouldn’t have believed possible if it hadn’t happened to him. Why Joe? he wondered briefly and then looked at the man in question; that strong jaw and the deep, soulful brown eyes. Nick had been in love with the other middle child since he’d hit puberty if he were completely honest with himself, and just this once he was allowing himself to be. And he felt he deserved some brownie points for letting this (and his feelings) happen while he was sober. With the way those muscles flexed, Nick wasn’t sure there was a single person attracted to the male species that wouldn’t think Joe was gorgeous.
He moaned when Joe began to really stroke him, the cloth dropping to the porcelain floor of the tub; the flimsy, white curtain was drawn as much as possible to keep in the steam which it failed horribly at. Joe’s hand moved over his cock faster, working him over in quick, sure strokes that made Nick’s head spin dizzily, the back falling against the wall with a slight wince that didn’t hurt enough to cover the pleasure zinging through his body intensely. “Fuck, Nick…” Joe gasped, eyes traveling up the length of that muscled body to meet with those of his brother’s. “I wanna do everything with you, to you. Fuck, I don’t even know…I just wanna explore you and hear you scream my name so fucking loud it could wake the dead as I slam into you over and over. I wouldn’t even care if people were watching…Hell, I think you’d like that…” he trailed off and Nick let loose a loud moan, loving the thought of doing those sorts of things with Joe in public.
“God, Joe…I want you to,” he admitted, running his fingers through his brother’s wet locks, watching as the water trailed down that strong back. Joe’s eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes matted against the tan cheekbones and then that pink tongue darted out to lick at Nick’s thigh when the older man’s hand twisted suddenly, making Nick’s back arch off the wall. Teeth sunk into his leg high up on the inside and by his groin, sending shocks of pain and pleasure up and down his spine and he lost a heavy blurt of pre-come onto his brother’s ear. Joe mouthed at the skin, lips moving and tongue sliding everywhere all hot and wet in a more slippery way than the water beating down on them from the showerhead and it felt amazing.
A hand slid up and palmed his ass, grabbing it and squeezing, pinky finger so close to shoving inside that Nick lets out a whimper and pushed back and down just a bit. “Ohhh f-fuck, Joe…” he gasped, hand tugging on those dark locks even as that small finger slipped inside, just pushing and it was enough to trigger his orgasm as he came all over his brother’s face. He came hard, cock releasing all over that beautiful, tanned skin as he watched the white substance cling to Joe’s cheeks, his lips and chin, his nose…and that tongue swept out, licking everything it could reach into his mouth and swallowing, a content noise coming from the back of his throat that made Nick groan and slump heavily against the wall, breathing hard and watching in a fascinated way as Joe finished himself off with a few sure, swift strokes.
They finished the shower and dried off, finding their clothing all over the floor of the bedroom. Nick’s underwear was nasty and he chucked them in the garbage, pouting as he pulled on the tight jeans he’d been wearing at the party.
“Look, Nick,” Joe said and he spun around to face his brother, quicker than he’d like to admit. But Joe just shook his head and the words that came out probably weren’t what he’d originally meant to say. “Have you seen my phone?” They looked, but neither of their phones were in the room at all and Joe said, “Forget it…I’m sure someone else knows where they are, let’s go back to the Marriott and see if anyone else can remember last night.”
Nick took another look around the room and cringed, but he nodded and picked up his wallet, noticing it felt a lot lighter than it had the night before. He looked inside and said, “Shit,” when he saw only a few singles where he should have had a lot of cash.
“Don’t worry, I’ll cover whatever you need,” Joe said and looked in his own, a look of confusion on his face. “Uhm, I think I’ve got enough to cover this place, at least, and extra for er…room damage.” Nick had to smile at that, shaking his head as he walked a bit stiffly toward the door. Joe followed and kept close behind him as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Nick had no idea his whole world would get flipped upside down when he opened his eyes, but that didn't keep the musician from delaying the moment. He pulled the covers up over his face to block out the sun filtering through the hotel room's flimsy drapes and snuggled closer to the warm body next to him. Wait, that was wrong. It was all wrong. The hotel that had been booked for the bachelor party in Jersey had really good blinds, so why did Nick keep remembering ugly, bad ones? And who was in his bed with him? He still didn't open his eyes as a memory hit him.
He was with Joe, booking a motel room. It had been the first one they could find after they’d separated from the others and the moment the door was locked behind them their lips did the same, fitting together like puzzle pieces. They didn’t break for air until they were both on the only queen-sized bed in the room.
Nick opened his eyes slowly, unable to see anything, face nuzzled against a chest that had dark hair on it and the covers pulled over his head. He felt trapped, legs tangled with those of who was definitely his brother and he tried to shift away, but the movement was too much and Joe groaned.
Taking a deep breath, Nick pulled the covers back down, looking up to meet brown eyes so much like his own. The younger man’s eyes widened in fear and it took control of his limbs, making them inoperable as the two stared at each other, both of them just as surprised as the other and working out the details in their minds. Joe blinked first and his lips parted in a silent gasp so Nick moved away a little bit more, wincing when he felt a burning pain in his rear.
Realization of what that particular pain must have meant made him blush. He rolled to his side as if to get off the bed when Joe smiled sleepily and threw an arm over Nick’s hips, bringing back that fear-induced stillness once again. “Mmmm, Nicky…” he said, still smiling. He pushed up onto his elbows and Nick could see down the line of his body and Joe’s dick was silky and firm and leaking pre-come; he felt his own go semi-hard at the sight. “Want me to kiss it better?”
The whimper he let out felt like a betrayal which Joe must have taken for consent because suddenly he was between Nick’s legs. They seemed to have spread with a mind of their own as Joe’s tongue found that puckered entrance and it was wet, good-hot and slippery as it wormed its way inside of the twenty-one year-old and suddenly he was no longer just half-hard.
He moaned as he remembered Joe had done this to him the night before after they’d gotten undressed. Then he’d stuck other things inside of him, fingers and eventually his…Nick moaned loudly at the memory and his hips bucked down toward Joe’s face. He felt those pretty lips turn up into a smile as that talented tongue withdrew and Joe said, “I think you’re feeling better…” And then he was on top of Nick and maneuvering one of the younger man’s legs over his shoulder.
Nick knew what was about to happen and knew he should say ‘no;’ he should tell Joe to stop because they weren’t drunk beyond belief anymore and Joe was getting married in…he looked at the clock: nine hours. He didn’t say ‘no,’ and Joe pushed inside of him, an expression of disbelief and bliss on his face, moaning his baby boy’s name as he continued his slow push in. And Nick…he felt that burn all over again, but it didn’t feel all bad. He was too turned on for it to be bad.
The night before had been different, Joe had fucked him from behind and this was more intense - more real. True, the fact that they weren’t drunk made it even more wrong and sinful and wonderful as their eyes remained glued to each other’s and Nick drank in the look on the twenty-four year-old’s face. “You…you okay?” Joe asked. His voice was low as if he were having trouble getting the words out. Nick just nodded and Joe relaxed, which made Nick relax even more. He felt the slide of his brother’s cock as it dragged out and then pushed back in, rubbing over a spot hidden deep inside of him that made him moan again.
His eyebrows drew together in concentration as he tried to think through the pleasure. There was something he was supposed to do today…what was it? “Stop thinking,” Joe grunted and slammed into him, blowing to Hell all the progress Nick had made in those few seconds. Oh well, if it were important, he’d remember later… He moaned again as Joe’s thrusts quickened, eyes closing and breathing in short pants, fingers curling over the skin of his brother’s back and drawing pink lines down it with his nails. “Nnng, Nicky. S-so tight.” He fucked in harder and Nick saw stars.
“R-right there,” he gasped, loving the way whenever Joe hit that spot it made fireworks go off in his very blood, causing small explosions all over his body in tingly bursts.
“Y-yeah?” Joe asked, circling his hips as he drove in and Nick nodded, the sound of his moan loud in the small room. “Tell me if I’m, mmm going to hard or whatever because I w-won’t be able to s-stop on my own. Feels too, unnnf, good!”
Nick nodded again, appreciating his concern but only whispered, “Faster.” Joe groaned and complied, hips forcing his cock deeper inside of Nick until it seemed to come to the end, buried completely inside of the young musician. “We…why,” Nick gasped but his eyes rolled back and he could feel his orgasm building as Joe just kept fucking hard into him like they were made to fit together like this, like two pieces of the same puzzle. Joe slowed so Nick could speak and he let out a whimper, bucking his hips back on his brother’s cock and making him move again. “Why do we fit so well together?” he asked finally, meeting Joe’s eyes.
“I don’t know, baby boy…” Joe whispered, bringing their lips together, hips stilling and Nick moaned into the kiss. He wanted Joe to move again and wiggled his hips, making those pink lips part in a gasp against his and pull back so he could pound Nick into the mattress. It wasn’t long before he was coming harder than he ever had in his life, maybe harder than the night before since he didn’t remember much of it, and streaks of white arched to hit his chin, his neck, his chest and his stomach. It was like his body was on fire as it convulsed, thighs trembling and chest heaving, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as he fought to take in a good breath and failed. He felt Joe slam into him one last time, slicking him up inside with his own mess and his cock let out another messy blurt of come, toes curling in ecstasy and Joe collapsed on top of him.
It was a few minutes before either of them moved and Joe rolled onto his side and out of Nick, taking deep breaths and he grabbed the younger man’s hand, tangling their fingers together. He caught a glint of something on his left hand and it wasn’t his promise ring. “What the fuck happened last night?” he asked, realizing it was the wedding band Joe had bought for himself, a matching silver one for Demi probably still in the box. Joe shrugged and ran his free hand through that short hair and Nick’s eyes widened at the glint of silver there. It was the ring he’d bought for himself for his wedding with Miley.
He sat up straight and looked at the clock again as he remembered what he’d been trying to before: Joe wasn’t the only Jonas that was supposed to get married today. “Oh, God. Shit, Joe, what happened last night?” he asked, recalling their joint bachelor party had started out well.
Joe chuckled darkly and it caused a shiver to run down his spine. His older brother looked around the room and said “I’m pretty sure we did that more than once last night…” By ‘that,’ Joe had meant sex. Nick looked around as well and winced, realizing it was probably true. The TV was on the floor and there was dried come all over the stand it had been on as well as the carpet. The bathroom door was ajar and he noticed a hole in the wall and touched the back of his head gingerly, feeling a bump. What the fuck had happened last night?
“Come on…” he said, getting up and heading for the bathroom. “We have to get this room in order,” he glanced at the hole, “Or as much in order as possible.” Joe groaned as if he never wanted to move and Nick just started doing it himself, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and running the faucet so it was damp before he cleaned off the TV stand and moved the unit back in place. “Come on, give me a hand,” he pleaded and Joe got up. Then he cursed as he noticed more stains on the wall beside the dresser.
“Fine,” Joe muttered, no longer in a good mood as he looked anywhere but at Nick. Whatever, he so didn’t have time to deal with Joe’s mood and baby-sit him at the moment as he scrubbed at the carpet, frustration only growing when the stains wouldn’t budge. He heard Joe moving around in the bathroom and didn’t really want to know if there was a mess in there, too, he hadn’t taken the time to look when he’d gotten the towel. When he was done straightening up he heard the shower running and Joe came back out, still naked. “At least shower with me, it’ll save time.”
He told himself he’d only consented because of the time factor, and not the way his cock twitched at the idea of showering with Joe. Once under the hot, running water, Joe grabbed the soap and a washcloth and rubbed them together, kneeling in front of Nick and began to clean him off. His stomach clenched and his breath hitched in his throat as Joe slid up his legs with the soapy, lathery cloth and palmed his sensitive cock through it. Nick blushed even as the limb twitched to life under that slightly scratchy material controlled by his brother’s talented hand. Nick had a moment to wonder where Joe had learned to do all of this and asked him, getting a groan and gentle laugh in response.
“Boredom, Nicky…lots of self experimentation and dreaming of you…” was Joe’s response, which only made the younger man’s dick harden further, which Nick wouldn’t have believed possible if it hadn’t happened to him. Why Joe? he wondered briefly and then looked at the man in question; that strong jaw and the deep, soulful brown eyes. Nick had been in love with the other middle child since he’d hit puberty if he were completely honest with himself, and just this once he was allowing himself to be. And he felt he deserved some brownie points for letting this (and his feelings) happen while he was sober. With the way those muscles flexed, Nick wasn’t sure there was a single person attracted to the male species that wouldn’t think Joe was gorgeous.
He moaned when Joe began to really stroke him, the cloth dropping to the porcelain floor of the tub; the flimsy, white curtain was drawn as much as possible to keep in the steam which it failed horribly at. Joe’s hand moved over his cock faster, working him over in quick, sure strokes that made Nick’s head spin dizzily, the back falling against the wall with a slight wince that didn’t hurt enough to cover the pleasure zinging through his body intensely. “Fuck, Nick…” Joe gasped, eyes traveling up the length of that muscled body to meet with those of his brother’s. “I wanna do everything with you, to you. Fuck, I don’t even know…I just wanna explore you and hear you scream my name so fucking loud it could wake the dead as I slam into you over and over. I wouldn’t even care if people were watching…Hell, I think you’d like that…” he trailed off and Nick let loose a loud moan, loving the thought of doing those sorts of things with Joe in public.
“God, Joe…I want you to,” he admitted, running his fingers through his brother’s wet locks, watching as the water trailed down that strong back. Joe’s eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes matted against the tan cheekbones and then that pink tongue darted out to lick at Nick’s thigh when the older man’s hand twisted suddenly, making Nick’s back arch off the wall. Teeth sunk into his leg high up on the inside and by his groin, sending shocks of pain and pleasure up and down his spine and he lost a heavy blurt of pre-come onto his brother’s ear. Joe mouthed at the skin, lips moving and tongue sliding everywhere all hot and wet in a more slippery way than the water beating down on them from the showerhead and it felt amazing.
A hand slid up and palmed his ass, grabbing it and squeezing, pinky finger so close to shoving inside that Nick lets out a whimper and pushed back and down just a bit. “Ohhh f-fuck, Joe…” he gasped, hand tugging on those dark locks even as that small finger slipped inside, just pushing and it was enough to trigger his orgasm as he came all over his brother’s face. He came hard, cock releasing all over that beautiful, tanned skin as he watched the white substance cling to Joe’s cheeks, his lips and chin, his nose…and that tongue swept out, licking everything it could reach into his mouth and swallowing, a content noise coming from the back of his throat that made Nick groan and slump heavily against the wall, breathing hard and watching in a fascinated way as Joe finished himself off with a few sure, swift strokes.
They finished the shower and dried off, finding their clothing all over the floor of the bedroom. Nick’s underwear was nasty and he chucked them in the garbage, pouting as he pulled on the tight jeans he’d been wearing at the party.
“Look, Nick,” Joe said and he spun around to face his brother, quicker than he’d like to admit. But Joe just shook his head and the words that came out probably weren’t what he’d originally meant to say. “Have you seen my phone?” They looked, but neither of their phones were in the room at all and Joe said, “Forget it…I’m sure someone else knows where they are, let’s go back to the Marriott and see if anyone else can remember last night.”
Nick took another look around the room and cringed, but he nodded and picked up his wallet, noticing it felt a lot lighter than it had the night before. He looked inside and said, “Shit,” when he saw only a few singles where he should have had a lot of cash.
“Don’t worry, I’ll cover whatever you need,” Joe said and looked in his own, a look of confusion on his face. “Uhm, I think I’ve got enough to cover this place, at least, and extra for er…room damage.” Nick had to smile at that, shaking his head as he walked a bit stiffly toward the door. Joe followed and kept close behind him as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Chapter Two