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longsufferinglyThis is a 250-word fic about Joe Jonas being a pastry sex CHEF (best typo ever) and having sex with his little brother. Also, there is some self-insert Top Chef RPS. Because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beckaandzac told me to.
Joe Jonas loves being a pastry chef.
He gets to make tons of awesome food, and be on a constant sugar high, and Nick handles all the stuff like money and staffing and buying food, so all Joe really has to do is make pastries while Nick has a headache all the time.
It's awesome.
"Joe, can I see you in my office?" says Nick.
Joe swallows hard. "Am I in trouble?"
Nick rolls his eyes. "Just get in here."
"I'm behind on the quarterly reports, aren't I?" says Joe. "I am. Oh no. Nick, I swear, I'll do better next quarter--"
"Joe, we don't have quarterly reports. I do them monthly. And you wouldn't be behind. Also, every time I call you in here, it's so we can have sex. How do you not remember this?"
"We're having sex?" asks Joe. Now that Nick mentions it, it does sound familiar.
"Yes. You were eating an eclair and got cream all over your face, so now you're going to blow me."
"Oh," says Joe. "Okay." He nods. "Can I leave my poofy chef hat on?"
Nick rolls his eyes. "Yes, Joe, you can leave your poofy chef hat on."
So Joe blew Nick in the back office, and then made cookies. Also, that girl Jamie from Top Chef worked in the front of the house, and she and Chash met and got married because they both hate children. And Joe made the wedding cake, and blew Nick in the bathroom at the wedding reception, and everyone lived happily ever after.
THE END.
beckaandzac told me to.Joe Jonas loves being a pastry chef.
He gets to make tons of awesome food, and be on a constant sugar high, and Nick handles all the stuff like money and staffing and buying food, so all Joe really has to do is make pastries while Nick has a headache all the time.
It's awesome.
"Joe, can I see you in my office?" says Nick.
Joe swallows hard. "Am I in trouble?"
Nick rolls his eyes. "Just get in here."
"I'm behind on the quarterly reports, aren't I?" says Joe. "I am. Oh no. Nick, I swear, I'll do better next quarter--"
"Joe, we don't have quarterly reports. I do them monthly. And you wouldn't be behind. Also, every time I call you in here, it's so we can have sex. How do you not remember this?"
"We're having sex?" asks Joe. Now that Nick mentions it, it does sound familiar.
"Yes. You were eating an eclair and got cream all over your face, so now you're going to blow me."
"Oh," says Joe. "Okay." He nods. "Can I leave my poofy chef hat on?"
Nick rolls his eyes. "Yes, Joe, you can leave your poofy chef hat on."
So Joe blew Nick in the back office, and then made cookies. Also, that girl Jamie from Top Chef worked in the front of the house, and she and Chash met and got married because they both hate children. And Joe made the wedding cake, and blew Nick in the bathroom at the wedding reception, and everyone lived happily ever after.
THE END.
