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mediaville some awesome Joe/Nick porn.
And instead I wrote her this.
Princess Rescue Story J/1001/NKF/567/5(mw)i
Joe/Nick, hard R, 833 words. In which Joe is the princess, and Nick is the prince, and nothing really goes as it's supposed to.
In the end, what it came down to was that Joe lost the coin toss.
"This isn't fair!" said Joe. "Nick is way prettier than me.
"We all agreed on the coin," said Nick smugly. "No backsies."
Which was how Joe became Princess Joe of Jonas.
*
All kingdoms had to have a princess, and when a king had three sons, one had to set up. Joe found he didn't mind the dresses so much, or the tiaras, or even the heels (they made his legs look hot), but the tower wasn't fun.
"It's boring up here!" he yelled to Nick, who was leaning against a tree, eating an apple and reading a book. It looked shady and cool down there, whereas the tower was high, and hot, and Joe's corset was really chafing.
"You have to wait until a prince rescues you," Nick said, not even looking up at Joe.
"None of the princes want me!" said Joe. "They all want real princesses!"
"I'm sure one will come along eventually," said Nick. "Maybe one who's blind in one eye--"
"This should have been you," Joe grumbled. "You'd look pretty."
"But it's not," said Nick, and Joe wished he could get out of this fucking tower and kick his little brother's ass.
*
After a month in the tower, Joe was losing his mind. He was getting really good at using the spinning wheel, but whenever he tried to build a rope, the guard who brought him food would steal it. Eventually, they took the spinning wheel out and gave him a book of sudoku puzzles instead, which wasn't as rewarding, but at least he didn't prick his fingers as much.
It was another week before the ladder showed up.
"Oh prince," Joe called, in his best falsetto. "Thank you for coming to rescue me and make me your bride, who you will never see naked until the wedding night--"
"Relax," said Nick, climbing through the window. "I know you're a guy."
"Nick?" asked Joe, dropping the voice. "What are you doing here?"
"It's really boring just hanging out with Kevin," said Nick. "And I checked and there's nothing that says the prince who rescues the princess can't be her brother."
"But don't we have to get married?" asked Joe.
"Yeah."
"Is that legal?"
"There's nothing that says we can't get married," said Nick. "I don't think anyone ever thought about it."
"Oh," said Joe. "Really?"
"Really."
"But don't we have to--do stuff?" asked Joe.
Nick smirked. Nick was a little bitch. "Do stuff? That's what you're calling it?" Nick moved in closer. "You would have marital duties, Joseph."
Joe swallowed. "I'm not really a princess," he said, wishing his body wasn't reacting to Nick looking all--hot and predatory. "I can't have babies."
Nick attempted to stick his hand up Joe's skirts, but it wasn't nearly as smooth as it could have been, given Joe had about twenty layers of skirt, each more voluminous than the last, and by the time Nick got there, he had forgotten what he was saying.
"Where were we?" asked Nick, groping Joe's dick, which had been getting steadily more interested since Nick began rooting around for it.
"I, uh," said Joe, letting his head fall back against the wall painfully. "I can't have your babies?"
"Right," said Nick, working Joe's dick with maddeningly slow pumps. "But you're still going to get wet for me, aren't you, Joe?"
"Wet?" asked Joe. "Like--so my dress sticks to me?"
"No," said Nick, groaning. "You are really bad at this. No, like--dirty talk doesn't even work if you have to explain it."
"Sorry," said Joe, pushing his dick into Nick's hand. "You can keep going, I'll stop asking questions."
"No, I'm done. You ruined the mood," said Nick sulkily.
"I can suck your dick, if that'll help," said Joe hopefully. Joe had always, privately, been curious about sucking dicks.
"Well," said Nick, "I guess it couldn't hurt."
Which also turned out to be wrong later, when Nick was holding Joe's hair tightly and pushing his dick into Joe's mouth and telling him to take it like a little bitch, and Joe--accidentally--bit down a little.
"I should never had rescued you," groaned Nick, flopping down on the bed.
"You haven't rescued me yet. We're still in the tower."
"I wanted to have sex with you before we left the tower. In case someone said us getting married was illegal."
"Third time's the charm?" Joe offered hopefully.
And, as it turned out, it was, for Nick used his general disgruntlement and rage to push Joe down on the bed and fuck him stupid.
Stupider.
And Joe came hard, into his voluptuous skirts, and Nick came hard, into Joe's willing ass, and they climbed down the ladder together, and got married (with Kevin serving as both the best man and the maid of honor, with many rapid costume changes throughout the ceremony), and lived Happily Ever After.
The End.
mediaville some awesome Joe/Nick porn.And instead I wrote her this.
Princess Rescue Story J/1001/NKF/567/5(mw)i
Joe/Nick, hard R, 833 words. In which Joe is the princess, and Nick is the prince, and nothing really goes as it's supposed to.
In the end, what it came down to was that Joe lost the coin toss.
"This isn't fair!" said Joe. "Nick is way prettier than me.
"We all agreed on the coin," said Nick smugly. "No backsies."
Which was how Joe became Princess Joe of Jonas.
*
All kingdoms had to have a princess, and when a king had three sons, one had to set up. Joe found he didn't mind the dresses so much, or the tiaras, or even the heels (they made his legs look hot), but the tower wasn't fun.
"It's boring up here!" he yelled to Nick, who was leaning against a tree, eating an apple and reading a book. It looked shady and cool down there, whereas the tower was high, and hot, and Joe's corset was really chafing.
"You have to wait until a prince rescues you," Nick said, not even looking up at Joe.
"None of the princes want me!" said Joe. "They all want real princesses!"
"I'm sure one will come along eventually," said Nick. "Maybe one who's blind in one eye--"
"This should have been you," Joe grumbled. "You'd look pretty."
"But it's not," said Nick, and Joe wished he could get out of this fucking tower and kick his little brother's ass.
*
After a month in the tower, Joe was losing his mind. He was getting really good at using the spinning wheel, but whenever he tried to build a rope, the guard who brought him food would steal it. Eventually, they took the spinning wheel out and gave him a book of sudoku puzzles instead, which wasn't as rewarding, but at least he didn't prick his fingers as much.
It was another week before the ladder showed up.
"Oh prince," Joe called, in his best falsetto. "Thank you for coming to rescue me and make me your bride, who you will never see naked until the wedding night--"
"Relax," said Nick, climbing through the window. "I know you're a guy."
"Nick?" asked Joe, dropping the voice. "What are you doing here?"
"It's really boring just hanging out with Kevin," said Nick. "And I checked and there's nothing that says the prince who rescues the princess can't be her brother."
"But don't we have to get married?" asked Joe.
"Yeah."
"Is that legal?"
"There's nothing that says we can't get married," said Nick. "I don't think anyone ever thought about it."
"Oh," said Joe. "Really?"
"Really."
"But don't we have to--do stuff?" asked Joe.
Nick smirked. Nick was a little bitch. "Do stuff? That's what you're calling it?" Nick moved in closer. "You would have marital duties, Joseph."
Joe swallowed. "I'm not really a princess," he said, wishing his body wasn't reacting to Nick looking all--hot and predatory. "I can't have babies."
Nick attempted to stick his hand up Joe's skirts, but it wasn't nearly as smooth as it could have been, given Joe had about twenty layers of skirt, each more voluminous than the last, and by the time Nick got there, he had forgotten what he was saying.
"Where were we?" asked Nick, groping Joe's dick, which had been getting steadily more interested since Nick began rooting around for it.
"I, uh," said Joe, letting his head fall back against the wall painfully. "I can't have your babies?"
"Right," said Nick, working Joe's dick with maddeningly slow pumps. "But you're still going to get wet for me, aren't you, Joe?"
"Wet?" asked Joe. "Like--so my dress sticks to me?"
"No," said Nick, groaning. "You are really bad at this. No, like--dirty talk doesn't even work if you have to explain it."
"Sorry," said Joe, pushing his dick into Nick's hand. "You can keep going, I'll stop asking questions."
"No, I'm done. You ruined the mood," said Nick sulkily.
"I can suck your dick, if that'll help," said Joe hopefully. Joe had always, privately, been curious about sucking dicks.
"Well," said Nick, "I guess it couldn't hurt."
Which also turned out to be wrong later, when Nick was holding Joe's hair tightly and pushing his dick into Joe's mouth and telling him to take it like a little bitch, and Joe--accidentally--bit down a little.
"I should never had rescued you," groaned Nick, flopping down on the bed.
"You haven't rescued me yet. We're still in the tower."
"I wanted to have sex with you before we left the tower. In case someone said us getting married was illegal."
"Third time's the charm?" Joe offered hopefully.
And, as it turned out, it was, for Nick used his general disgruntlement and rage to push Joe down on the bed and fuck him stupid.
Stupider.
And Joe came hard, into his voluptuous skirts, and Nick came hard, into Joe's willing ass, and they climbed down the ladder together, and got married (with Kevin serving as both the best man and the maid of honor, with many rapid costume changes throughout the ceremony), and lived Happily Ever After.
The End.