FIC: Sad Songs to Keep Me Awake, part 6 of 6 (Band of JoBros, Nick/Nix, Joe/Luz)
Happy birthday, londondrowning! As a gift, take the conclusion to a story that probably only you still care about, haha. Sorry it's been so long, guys. If anybody's been waiting to read until it was actually finished (anybody? No?), well, now it's finished! Drumroll please.
Title: Sad Songs to Keep Me Awake (6/6)
Fandom: Band of Jonas Brothers
Pairings: Joe ( Read more... )
Title: Sad Songs to Keep Me Awake (6/6)
Fandom: Band of Jonas Brothers
Pairings: Joe ( Read more... )
Ahem.
Nix closes his eyes and slumps back against the couch, letting his head rest against the cushion. He's so tired of everything, and he's pretty drunk, and maybe he'll just pass out. Maybe he could just stay passed out until all this is over with, never have to wake up and face his pathetic life. "The truth is awful sometimes, isn't it?" he says vaguely. "Sometimes it's just really goddamn awful."
I feel like if Nix was like, in his 20s or 30s today, he would be in an emo band with really long song titles.
Nix watches him find the right speed, watches him find the right place and fuck himself down on it over and over, a funny focused sex expression on his face as he concentrates on what he's feeling, as he learns how to do it, what he likes best.
NICK JONAS <3
"Don't you want to stick around? I've got quite a bit of booze, you might've noticed."
I feel like that should be Nix's tagline. LEWIS NIXON: HE'S GOT QUITE A BIT OF BOOZE.
"It's not just sex, I actually kind of like you"?
I take that back. LEWIS NIXON: EVER THE ROMANTIC.
Nick shrugs. "No," he says, in a tone of voice like wonders will never cease. "I guess he's going to make it.
Gosh. This is so sad. Poor kid. You can really see the progression here of how the war has changed him. He's so world-weary now.
"If I try to kiss you now, are you going to be all annoying about it?" he asks, but he's suppressing a smile as he says it.
...NICK JONAS <3
Nick can spend the night at Nixon's billet if he wants to -- Nix can wake up and find him there with his hair all sleep-rumpled, kiss him when he's drowsy and soft and agreeable. Nick brings him the little nice things his mom sends him in the mail, and Nix is teaching him how to mix drinks, and the other officers are politely not saying anything about how often Nick seems to be at Nix's place.
OH, THEY'RE SO DOMESTIC IN A DYSFUNCTIONAL KIND OF WAY. Also, sleepy Nick Jonas is one of my favorite things.
He finally says, as casually as he can, "Well, a place in Nixon, New Jersey called Nixon Nitration is calling my name, I'm afraid." He's not really looking forward to it, but what else is he going to do?
Strangely, Nick doesn't seem put off by that answer at all. He takes a sip of mimosa, trying to be all casual, but behind the glass he's smiling a little. After he swallows he says, nonchalantly, "I'm from New Jersey."
Oh. Well. So he is. Nix had almost forgotten that, but that's... well, that's something. Nix tries not to smile and he leans his shoulder into Nick a little more heavily, feeling the warm weight of Nick there. "You don't say," he says.
"Yep," Nick says, looking down at him.
AHGDFJGHFKHG. THE NONCHALANCE. I can totally hear the tones in their voices and like the teasingness (TOTALLY A WORD, THANKS) and fdhgkfj NICK AND NIX 4 EVA.
AND FKAKHGAKFJG A HAPPY COINCIDENCE <3
The wind's roaring past their ears so loudly Joe can't even hear anything, can just tell Luz is laughing from his expression.
Aghhhh, what a great detail that is.
Luz looks at him, something in his eyes. "It's just ours," he says.
LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZ <3
-- getting his pants off while he was running was a little bit of a trick, but Joe's nothing if not resourceful --
...OH JOE JONAS. I am being very repetitive today.
Joe is diving under the surface, everything green and quiet and submerged. The water feels really good against the hot skin of his face, and it's just so silent, it's like the whole world has ceased existing.
Ughhh, if you'd done this & directly bottled the feeling and turned it into words by some weird osmotic process that has regrettably not been invented yet, IT WOULD NOT HAVE SOUNDED AS GOOD AS THIS.
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"Yeah," Joe says, closing his eyes and letting the sun shine on his face. "It's totally Bastogne out here. I'm dying."
IT'S TOTALLY BASTOGNE OUT HERE. Next time it is UNSEASONABLY FREEZING IN BOSTON (which will probably be, like, tomorrow, or a day sandwiched in between two days of perfect sunshine - you know how it is) I am totally busting this out and people will be like WHAT and I'll be like BASTOGNE, BITCHES.
Luz sprawls out next to him on his back, hair plastered to his forehead, water beading up on his bare chest. Even the dirt underneath them is warm, and it's hard to remember the Ardennes anymore, how cold they were. It's hard to remember what being cold even feels like, like every inch of them has thawed out.
This is such a beautifully visual description, gosh <3 And it's so true about not being able to remember how strong those kinds of feelings are, like when you're REALLY cold or REALLY hot or REALLY thirsty. You look back on it and think, oh, it couldn't possibly have been that bad, but then if it ever happens again you're like, aw, man, it totally was.
He turns onto his stomach to drape the circle of dandelions over Luz's head. The way Luz is lying, the crown sags onto his forehead, lopsided, like a very debauched king.
Without even blinking his eyes open, Luz says groggily, "What're you doing to me?"
"Making you pretty," Joe says.
...This whole thing makes me grin so hard.
And "RHODE ISLAND'S RIGHT THERE. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE, GEORGE."
There's a series of catcalls from Lieb and Web and Bull, half the people standing around waiting for this softball game to start. They clearly have no idea the things Joe is capable of, even after all this time in the same company.
This is so very Joe Jonas. I love him and his ridiculous ideas and his overinflated confidence that he can carry them out.
PS - this is out of order, but FUCKING NAZIS AND THEIR VIEWS. Best ever.
AND THE ENDING. THE ENDING. AHHHH. I... am beyond happy with that. Oh my gosh. That is like so good. What a visual to leave us on, them all crowding around Winters in a big huddle with the sun shining down on them. It feels like the end of a movie. I can legit see the camera zooming out on them from above with the green grass all around them, asfkghfkf, perfect.
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HEE, oh man, this is like my favorite reaction ever. WHO KNEW IT WOULD EVER BE FINISHED? I sure didn't.
I feel like that should be Nix's tagline. LEWIS NIXON: HE'S GOT QUITE A BIT OF BOOZE.
Haha, oh god, true story.
Also, hee, every time it was crazy cold in Boston I would INEVITABLY think "at least it's not Bastogne", as I was unable to feel my feet, so. Nice to always have some perspective there!
THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your long comments are always THE BEST.
(Also, just wait until you get to the actual end of BoB. YOU WILL ENJOY IT.)
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