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longsufferingly) wrote2010-09-06 04:10 pm
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Here's 1000 words of Jonas Brothers fic I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mediaville last night. Like you do.
#busfun
Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas, NC-17. Nick is a JILF.
"So what's a JILF?" asks Nick, and Joe nearly sprays soda out his nose.
Nick isn't dumb. Really, he's not. So Joe has no idea how he hasn't figured this out.
"Well, what's a MILF?" says Joe, and he watches Nick slowly turn red.
"Seriously?" he asks, and it comes out all squeaky.
Joe sits down next to him, drapes his arm over Nick's shoulder. "You're growing up, Nicholas. You're becoming a man. And you're going to have certain urges. Also, you will grow hair in strange places--"
Joe's amazed Nick held out so long before elbowing him in the side. "Shut up," he says, cheeks flaming. "I can't believe you let them take that picture."
"How is it my fault?" asks Joe innocently.
"You knew what it meant!"
"I thought you did too."
"Don't they know I don't do that?" asks Nick. He looks more miserable than Joe thinks the situation really warrants.
"Yeah, of course they do," he says, concern taking over.
Nick twists his ring on his finger, like God really cares that he posed for a picture with a bunch of girls in inappropriate t-shirts. Like that somehow makes him impure.
If Joe can keep wearing his ring after all the thoughts he's had, Nick has got to be in the clear.
"I'm not that kind of rock star," Nick says.
Joe sometimes thinks that the Jonas Brothers are the worst thing in the world for Nick, because Nick wants to be a Serious Musician, and not the lust object of millions of girls who are just learning what lust is.
And his brother. Can't forget his brother.
"No one thinks that, man," says Joe. "It's not your fault you're so dreamy."
"Shut up," says Nick, shoving him. "I'm not. Not like you--" he starts, and cuts himself off.
Joe grins, big, wide, cocky, fake smile, all across his face. "You think I'm dreamy!" He stands up on the seat, ignoring how unsteady he is. "Attention bus, Nicholas Jerry Jonas thinks I am dreamy!"
There's no one awake on the bus except them and the driver, so it's a pretty useless statement, but Nick still drags him down.
"Shut up, Joe."
Joe calms down, because Nick is still upset. Way more upset than makes sense.
"What?" asks Joe.
"I don't like being--this old," says Nick. "I don't like puberty. I don't like girls wanting to--do that to me. I don't like--" he cuts himself off and looks away. "It just sucks."
This isn't anything new--Nick's been popular like that for a long time, and he can't just be realizing that some of the girls want more than just hugs from him.
Joe sits down next to him and puts his arm around Nick's shoulders. "What sucks?"
"I want things sometimes," Nick admits.
Joe thinks Nick must be a late bloomer or something, because he figured that out a lot earlier.
"Hey, it's natural," says Joe. "You just can't act on--"
"It's not natural," Nick spits out.
"Yeah, it is," Joe says, reassuring. "Within the bounds of marriage and for procreation--"
"It's not procreation if it's with you," says Nick angrily, and then stares, wide-eyed, like he doesn't know how he let those words out of his mouth.
Joe stares back.
"And it's not natural either," Nick spits out, and he's storming to his bunk before Joe can move.
The funny thing is, when Joe does get up, it's the most natural thing in the world. Follow Nick, take care of Nick, make sure Nick is okay. The only thing he knows how to do.
"Nick," he says, softly. Nick is facing away from him, legs drawn up to his chest. He looks young again--he looks tiny. "Nick, Nicky, come on, don't do this."
Nick curls further into himself, and Joe is moving on autopilot when he slots himself in behind his brother, wraps his arm around Nick's stomach and pulls him in.
"I'm not mad," he says. "I don't care."
"You care," says Nick, voice thick. "How can you not care?"
"Okay," Joe admits. "I care a lot." He presses his lips to the back of Nick's neck, feels Nick shudder. "But I'm not mad."
"Don't--Joe, you can't--"
Joe rubs smooth circles over Nick's stomach, getting wider and wider. He knows he shouldn't, knows this is wrong, but the first promise he ever made to God that he can remember was to take care of his little brother. And it's still the most important.
"I want to," says Joe. "Nick, you are totally a JILF."
It has the exact effect Joe wants, makes Nick laugh and groan and relax a little, and Joe just presses in closer.
"I mean it, though," he whispers, and moves his hand lower, down to where he can feel Nick's hard dick. He wonders how long it's been like that, if Nick was getting turned on talking about that stuff with him. "You are."
"Joe," Nick whines, and he sounds so much like Joe's kid brother that Joe has to feel guilty for getting harder.
He doesn't bother slipping his hand under Nick's pajama bottoms, just starts rubbing him through the fabric. He can tell Nick's not wearing underwear, and he pushes up against his back, letting Nick feel how much he likes it.
"You think I'm dreamy," Joe teases. "You do, Nicholas. You think I am the cutest Jonas Brother."
Nick moans, pushing his hips into Joe's touch, and Joe just speeds up his hand. He's teased Nick about all this before, but this is so different, so much better. It's all true.
"It's okay, Nick," he says softly. "You don't have to worry." He twists his wrist and hears Nick's gasp. "I'm gonna take care of you."
It's just a few more seconds before Nick's coming with a bitten off sound that Joe's never going to forget. He splashes all over his pajama bottoms, and Joe wishes he could feel it. He keeps thrusting into Nick's back until he comes too, and then they just lie together for a long while, letting their breathing sync up.
Finally, Nick says softly, "You're the cutest Jonas Brother," and Joe thinks they're gonna be okay.
mediaville last night. Like you do.#busfun
Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas, NC-17. Nick is a JILF.
"So what's a JILF?" asks Nick, and Joe nearly sprays soda out his nose.
Nick isn't dumb. Really, he's not. So Joe has no idea how he hasn't figured this out.
"Well, what's a MILF?" says Joe, and he watches Nick slowly turn red.
"Seriously?" he asks, and it comes out all squeaky.
Joe sits down next to him, drapes his arm over Nick's shoulder. "You're growing up, Nicholas. You're becoming a man. And you're going to have certain urges. Also, you will grow hair in strange places--"
Joe's amazed Nick held out so long before elbowing him in the side. "Shut up," he says, cheeks flaming. "I can't believe you let them take that picture."
"How is it my fault?" asks Joe innocently.
"You knew what it meant!"
"I thought you did too."
"Don't they know I don't do that?" asks Nick. He looks more miserable than Joe thinks the situation really warrants.
"Yeah, of course they do," he says, concern taking over.
Nick twists his ring on his finger, like God really cares that he posed for a picture with a bunch of girls in inappropriate t-shirts. Like that somehow makes him impure.
If Joe can keep wearing his ring after all the thoughts he's had, Nick has got to be in the clear.
"I'm not that kind of rock star," Nick says.
Joe sometimes thinks that the Jonas Brothers are the worst thing in the world for Nick, because Nick wants to be a Serious Musician, and not the lust object of millions of girls who are just learning what lust is.
And his brother. Can't forget his brother.
"No one thinks that, man," says Joe. "It's not your fault you're so dreamy."
"Shut up," says Nick, shoving him. "I'm not. Not like you--" he starts, and cuts himself off.
Joe grins, big, wide, cocky, fake smile, all across his face. "You think I'm dreamy!" He stands up on the seat, ignoring how unsteady he is. "Attention bus, Nicholas Jerry Jonas thinks I am dreamy!"
There's no one awake on the bus except them and the driver, so it's a pretty useless statement, but Nick still drags him down.
"Shut up, Joe."
Joe calms down, because Nick is still upset. Way more upset than makes sense.
"What?" asks Joe.
"I don't like being--this old," says Nick. "I don't like puberty. I don't like girls wanting to--do that to me. I don't like--" he cuts himself off and looks away. "It just sucks."
This isn't anything new--Nick's been popular like that for a long time, and he can't just be realizing that some of the girls want more than just hugs from him.
Joe sits down next to him and puts his arm around Nick's shoulders. "What sucks?"
"I want things sometimes," Nick admits.
Joe thinks Nick must be a late bloomer or something, because he figured that out a lot earlier.
"Hey, it's natural," says Joe. "You just can't act on--"
"It's not natural," Nick spits out.
"Yeah, it is," Joe says, reassuring. "Within the bounds of marriage and for procreation--"
"It's not procreation if it's with you," says Nick angrily, and then stares, wide-eyed, like he doesn't know how he let those words out of his mouth.
Joe stares back.
"And it's not natural either," Nick spits out, and he's storming to his bunk before Joe can move.
The funny thing is, when Joe does get up, it's the most natural thing in the world. Follow Nick, take care of Nick, make sure Nick is okay. The only thing he knows how to do.
"Nick," he says, softly. Nick is facing away from him, legs drawn up to his chest. He looks young again--he looks tiny. "Nick, Nicky, come on, don't do this."
Nick curls further into himself, and Joe is moving on autopilot when he slots himself in behind his brother, wraps his arm around Nick's stomach and pulls him in.
"I'm not mad," he says. "I don't care."
"You care," says Nick, voice thick. "How can you not care?"
"Okay," Joe admits. "I care a lot." He presses his lips to the back of Nick's neck, feels Nick shudder. "But I'm not mad."
"Don't--Joe, you can't--"
Joe rubs smooth circles over Nick's stomach, getting wider and wider. He knows he shouldn't, knows this is wrong, but the first promise he ever made to God that he can remember was to take care of his little brother. And it's still the most important.
"I want to," says Joe. "Nick, you are totally a JILF."
It has the exact effect Joe wants, makes Nick laugh and groan and relax a little, and Joe just presses in closer.
"I mean it, though," he whispers, and moves his hand lower, down to where he can feel Nick's hard dick. He wonders how long it's been like that, if Nick was getting turned on talking about that stuff with him. "You are."
"Joe," Nick whines, and he sounds so much like Joe's kid brother that Joe has to feel guilty for getting harder.
He doesn't bother slipping his hand under Nick's pajama bottoms, just starts rubbing him through the fabric. He can tell Nick's not wearing underwear, and he pushes up against his back, letting Nick feel how much he likes it.
"You think I'm dreamy," Joe teases. "You do, Nicholas. You think I am the cutest Jonas Brother."
Nick moans, pushing his hips into Joe's touch, and Joe just speeds up his hand. He's teased Nick about all this before, but this is so different, so much better. It's all true.
"It's okay, Nick," he says softly. "You don't have to worry." He twists his wrist and hears Nick's gasp. "I'm gonna take care of you."
It's just a few more seconds before Nick's coming with a bitten off sound that Joe's never going to forget. He splashes all over his pajama bottoms, and Joe wishes he could feel it. He keeps thrusting into Nick's back until he comes too, and then they just lie together for a long while, letting their breathing sync up.
Finally, Nick says softly, "You're the cutest Jonas Brother," and Joe thinks they're gonna be okay.