4 Times Nick Jonas Got A Boner and Joe Jonas Laughed [And 1 Time It Wasn’t So Funny]
Title: 4 Times Nick Jonas Got A Boner and Joe Jonas Laughed [And 1 Time It Wasn’t So Funny]
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3,385
Warnings: Slash, underage, incest
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from this
A/N: This is my very first Jonas Brothers fic! It's my humble attempt at entering the fandom, I hope you like it! Also, it's unbeta'd so beware of typos
Summary: Title explains it all. Four times Nick got an erection and Joe laugh at him and one time Joe didn't find it so funny
The first time it happened, Nick had no clue what was going on. He was 9 years old and it happened in his sleep. When he woke up, he didn’t notice the tenting in the front of his Superman pajamas as he shuffled out of bed, eyes still half shut. Like every other morning, Nick padded out of his room and down the hallway to the bathroom he shared with his brothers, moving on autopilot.
He closed the door behind him even though Joe and Kevin never bothered to do more than kick the door halfway shut and pushed his pajamas down to start peeing. Normally he’d hear the steady stream of his bladder relieving itself but instead he felt warm wetness suddenly hitting his chest and some splashed up, hitting his cheek. He let out a yelp and tried to jerk away but it kept hitting him and suddenly he realized it was his pee. Finally opening his eyes, he fumbled and grabbed himself, surprised that his prick was stiff and sticking straight up.
After much difficulty, Nick finally managed to get himself situated but by then, he was already done peeing. His shirt was soaked, pee dripping from his cheek and the bathroom reeked of urine. Nick stared down at himself miserably, tears welling up in his eyes. What was happening to him?
Just then, the loud sound of small fists thundering against the door scared Nick so bad, he cried out.
“Nicky?”
“Joey?” Nick whimpered. “Joey, I had an accident.”
“Really?” Joe’s voice came through the door. “Open up.”
Nick tugged his pajamas back up, sniffling as he fought back tears. He padded over to the door and opened it slightly. Joe pushed it open the rest of the way, slipped inside and shut the door behind him. He looked down at his younger brother and took in how he looked, his nose immediately scrunching the second he smelled the urine.
“Nicky, what the heck did you do?” Joe exclaimed. Joe’s tone was the last straw and Nick couldn’t help but break out into tears.
“I- I had an accident!” Nick cried. “There’s something wrong with me. I think I might be sick. My thingy was all hard and - and sticking up and when I peed, it got all over me!”
By this point, Nick was near hysterics and Joe just started laughing, which only made Nick cry harder. Joe was nearly doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach. After what seemed like an eternity, Joe gasped, trying to gulp in air. He wiped his eyes and looked at Nick who was still standing in the middle of the bathroom, soaked in his own urine, bawling.
“Oh Nicky,” Joe laughed sympathetically. “Nicky, don’t cry.” He wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. “There’s nothing wrong with you and you’re not sick. It’s totally normal for that to happen,” he explained. Nick sniffled, looking up at his brother with big, tearful eyes. “Come on, take off your clothes and get in the bath. I’ll get you some clothes and I’ll take care of these for you. I’ve got some things to try and explain to you.”
The three of them were kicking around a soccer ball in their backyard, Joe and Nick ended up kicking the ball between them trying to keep it away from Kevin. Every time Kevin would try to intercept and get his foot in the way of the ball reaching one of his brothers, Joe would make a loud squawking sound and jump onto Kevin’s back, holding him back until Nick got the ball away. Finally Kevin gave up, deciding it was useless to try and play with them.
Nick and Joe continued to kick the ball around just the two of them, laughing when they bumped into each other every now and then. When Joe got the ball, he kicked it up and started bouncing it on his knees, juggling it. Nick crossed his arms over his chest and watched his brother.
After a moment, the ball hit the ground and Joe was just looking at him. It took Nick a second to realized this and when he did, he just rose his eyebrows.
“What?”
“Dude, you might wanna do something about that,” Joe laughed, nodding to Nick’s crotch. Confused, Nick looked down before his eyes widened when he saw the front of his shorts tenting. Quickly he dropped his arms and covered himself with his hands, looking back up at Joe, seeing him laugh harder.
“Quit laughing,” Nick huffed, his cheeks turning pink. “It keeps happening for no reason.” Joe had explained everything to him a couple of years ago, and then their dad explained it afterwards so he knew it was normal but that didn’t make it any less awkward when he’d randomly start sporting a boner.
“Yeah, okay, you just…” Joe laughed, shaking his head. “You take care of that, okay? It’s hard to take you seriously when you’ve got wood and you’re trying to cover it.”
Nick’s cheeks burned hotter and he turned and stomped off into the house.
Nick was taking a nap on the couch, head propped up against the couch’s arm, his arm draped over his stomach. Joe was sitting on the loveseat and Frankie on the floor as they played video games, the volume turned down low so they wouldn’t wake Nick up.
Frankie frantically smashed the buttons on his controller and Joe was doing the same as their characters on the screen fought. Neither of them paid Nick any mind as they played until movement from the cough caught Joe’s attention from the corner of his eye. He glanced over at Nick to see what caught his attention and snorted, stifling a laugh.
Nick was still sleeping but his hand was no longer resting on his stomach. Instead, it was a bit lower, slowly rubbing over his crotch which was obviously reacting to the touch. Laughing to himself, Joe grabbed a pillow from behind him and threw it directly at Nick, hitting him square in the face. Nick woke with a muffled noise,, pulling his hand away from his crotch to push the pillow off his face.
“Wha-Wha’ was that for?” Nick asked sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.
“Nothing, just thought you should get up. Maybe go to the bathroom,” Joe said nonchalantly but he was smirking. Nick yawned and struggled to sit up before suddenly feeling the erection in his pants. His eyes widened comically and he grabbed the pillow off the floor, dropping it into his lap. Joe finally burst out In laughter, letting his controller fall into his lap, forgotten.
Frankie took the opportunity to attack Joe’s character and yelled out triumphantly when he killed him. When he noticed Joe was still laughing instead of complaining about cheating and pushing him, Frankie turned around to look between his older brothers.
“What’s so funny?” Frankie demanded and Joe just laughed, shaking his head as Nick stood up, still holding the pillow over his crotch. He walked passed his brothers to head towards his room. When the pillow came flying from the hallway and hit Joe in the back of the head, he just laughed harder.
“Listen girl, you gotta be good. You see, I don’t wanna hurt you; I wanna kiss you!”
As the three of them walked down the long stretch of a walkway in the middle of their stage, fans cheering and reaching up to try and touch him, Nick took the time to adjust his sleeves. Once they reached the end and Joe was done, he launched into his solo, his fingers flying over the neck of his guitar. He felt Joe’s arm drop around his shoulder and the pressure of him throwing his weight against him as he danced. Nick tried to ignore the weight so he didn’t mess up his playing but when he felt Joe lean more against him, practically pressed up against his side and he could feel the heat radiating off Joe like a furnace.
Joe continued to dance, leaning on Nick, banging his head along to the beat. He shouted into his mic to pump up the crowd, egging them to cheer. Nick could feel Joe’s breath on the side of his face and with the adrenaline pumping through him from the rush of being on stage combining with the feel of Joe’s body pressing against his, he could feel his body quickly starting to react.
Nick could feel a stirring in his pants and he started to panic. His guitar thankfully covered his front but he knew he would have to set it down for the next two songs. He spun away from Joe, finishing up his solo as he jogged back to the main stage, needing to distance himself from the fans. He continued playing on the main stage while Joe and Kevin were still at the very end of the walkway.
No one seemed to notice anything was off but Nick was busy freaking out in his head. Every time his guitar shifted, it bumped against him and it felt great. Little bursts of pressure that felt amazing but made him ache for more friction. He tried to ignore it, staying by his mic as he played, trying his hardest not to let it affect his playing. When Joe and Kevin ran back to the main stage, Joe shot him a questioning look but Nick just shook his head, finishing up the song.
Once the song was over, Nick spoke into the mic that was only hooked up to to Joe and Kevin’s earpieces. “We need make a switch to the set list, we need to play Video Girl instead of Goodnight and Goodbye,” he said, shielding the front of his body with his guitar.
“What! Why?” Kevin asked incredulously looking over at Nick from across the stage. Changing the set list in the middle of the show would cause chaos - there were prerecorded light cues, pyrotechnic cues, an entire orchestra band to inform and so many other people that would have to be notified. They’d only done it a couple of times before when they absolutely had to and each time it’d create a panic that everyone handled well, but left them drained and cranky.
“I can’t play goodnight right now, I need to be behind the drums right now. Please guys,” Nick urged, watching Kevin walk up to the edge of the stage to talk to the crowd, stalling.
“Are you okay? You need to grab some juice or something?” Joe asked, concerned. He started walking towards Nick’s side of the stage. “Because we can stall while you grab something, you know that.”
“No, my levels are fine. I just…” Nick jogged over to meet Joe halfway, keeping his grip tight on the neck of his guitar so it didn’t swing and smack against him. He leaned on Joe’s shoulder and hissed in him ear, “I’m… I’m sporting wood, okay? I need to hide behind the drums until it goes away.”
Joe started laughing and even though he was holding his mic behind his back, Nick could still the faint sound of his laughter being picked up and ringing through the monitors. Nick’s cheeks flushed and he shoved Joe’s shoulder, spotting Kevin glance back at them looking worried and confused.
“Joe, quit it! It’s not funny!”
“Oh yes it is. Just ignore it, I doubt anyone will even notice,” Joe said between laughter.
“Of course they’ll notice! And pictures of it will be everywhere all over the internet!” Nick groaned, a wild, panicked look crossing his face at the thought of all the gossip sites displaying a picture of him on stage with a huge boner.
“Guys, what’s the hold up?” Their dad’s voice came through their earpieces, causing Nick’s eyes to widen with more panic. Joe just laughed again and Nick would have tackled him if they weren’t on stage.
“Joe, please,” Nick pleaded, looking at his brother, clearly miserable. Joe rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Dad, we have to change the set list. Tell everyone we’re going to go ahead with Video Girl instead of Goodnight. We’ll stall,” Joe said firmly, as if he was giving his dad an order.
Nick could tell their dad wanted to argue but arguing would take too long and Kevin’s stalling was starting to become apparent to the audience. He let out an exasperated sigh and his mic cut out as he went to rush off to tell everyone.
“Good job Nick J, you’ve just effected thousands of people with your boner,” Joe smirked, patting Nick on the shoulder. “That’s talent.”
“Shut up,” Nick grumbled, handing off his guitar to a stage hand, keeping his back to the crowd before jogging up to his drum set. Despite all of his embarrassment , his erection continued to press eagerly against the front of his pants but he was at least safely hidden behind his drums.
Nick headed over to Joe’s room, bored and wondering if his brother would want to help him work out the kinks in the new song he was writing. He rapped his knuckles against the closed door but when he didn’t hear a response, he turned the knob. When he found it unlocked, he shrugged and pushed it open, stepping inside.
As he opened his mouth to started talking, he spotted Joe sitting on his bed settled back into his pillows which were propped up against his headboard. He was full clothed but his jeans were opened and his hand was moving furiously in his lap. Nick’s eyes widened as he stared at his brother, drinking in the sight. He knew he should turn and leave before Joe noticed him but he felt glued to his spot, his eyes trained on his older brother.
He caught glimpses of Joe’s cock, hard and flushed red under his fist and the way Joe’s eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Joe’s lips were parted and shiny like he’d just licked them and Nick found himself wanting to kiss them. Inside his jeans, he could feel himself hardening from the sight of his brother and what he wanted more than anything was to cross the room, push Joe’s hand away and replace it with his own.
Joe was too caught up in the feelings of jerking off to have heard the knock on the door or someone step inside and with the way his toes were starting to curl, he was certainly way too caught up to notice Nick standing there. He continued stroking himself, quick but not enough to get himself off just yet. He hadn’t gotten to do this in a few days and he wanted to draw it out as long as he could.
Nick realized the door was still slightly ajar behind him and he quickly reached back to close it. The lock made a louder sound when it shut than he anticipated and Joe quickly looked up and Nick saw his brother’s eyes grow wide in embarrassment. Joe grabbed a pillow from behind him and pressed it over his lap to cover himself.
“Nick, get out!” Joe’s voice was gruff and scratchy and just the sound of it made Nick twitch inside his pants. He ignored what Joe said and started slowly walking towards the bed.
“Nick, what the heck are you doing? Can’t you see I’m kinda in the middle of something?”
Nick stopped when his knees brushed the foot of the bed and Joe scrambled back, pressing himself against the headboard as far as he could to put as much distance between himself and his brother.
“Nick?” Joe asked again, confused and a little bit worried.
“Joe,” Nick said, finally finding his voice. He licked his lips, his eyes roaming over his brother. He was so turned on he didn’t even feel like himself. Joe started to tucked himself back into his jeans under the pillow and Nick reached out to grab his arm. “Don’t.”
“What? Why? I’m sorry you caught me and this is embarrassing enough. You don’t have to make this worse,” Joe huffed, his cheeks flushing darker, this time with embarrassment rather than arousal.
“Don’t wanna make it worse,” Nick said, shaking his head. He didn’t know what he was doing - it was like his body was moving on its own as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling and looming over Joe. Confused, Joe continued to scoot away from Nick but quickly found himself trapped when Nick pressed his hands into the bed on either side of Joe. Joe’s eyes widened as he looked up at his younger brother.
“Nicholas, what are you doing?” Joe asked, hoping he sounded stern so he could pull the big brother card. Nick licked his lips, hovering over Joe and studied his face before just biting the bullet. He closed his eyes and leaned down until his lips brush over Joe’s. When Joe didn’t pull away, Nick took it as encouragement and kissed him again, deeper this time. Wet lips slid over dry ones until Joe finally started kissing back tentatively.
When they finally broke apart, Joe’s eyes were clouded with lust and confusion as he stared up at Nick.
“What was that for?” he asked, licking his lips. He could still taste his younger brother on his lips.
“I wanted to,” Nick said, his lips dark, shiny and parted. “And you did too.” It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. He took a deep breath and reached down to pull the pillow away from Joe’s lap. “You’re still hard.”
Joe’s breathing started to quick when he was suddenly exposed, twitching self consciously. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “I liked kissing you.”
Nick swung his leg over Joe and settled back so he was straddling his thighs. He took one of Joe’s hands and pressed it against the front of his jeans and Joe’s breath hitched. Under his jeans, Nick was so hard he was throbbing and he could feel the heat radiating off him even through the denim.
“Wow, you’re hard,” Joe murmured, amazed. The corner of Nick’s mouth twitched upward. “What?”
“Usually when I’m hard, you laugh at me,” Nick pointed out, hesitating before wrapping his hand around Joe’s naked cock. Underneath him, Joe gasped and began fumbling with Nick’s fly.
“Yeah well… this time it’s not so funny,” Joe said, reaching in to pull out Nick’s cock. It was shorter and fatter than his own and perfect, just like the rest of Nick. He started stroking quickly and Nick scooted up on Joe’s thighs until their cocks were close enough to touch. Instead, their hands touched, knuckles bumping awkwardly as they stroked each other.
The room was filled with the sound of slick skin slapping skin and their heavy panting. Nick stared down at Joe, his eyelids heavy and lips parted and suddenly Joe was pushing his hips up, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Nick, I’m g-“ Joe’s groan was the only warning he had before he felt hot, sticky warmth sputter over his fist and down his wrist, dripping onto Joe’s stomach. Nick watched in awe as Joe came, watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. Joe’s grip on Nick’s cock went slack but watching Joe was the last straw for Nick. He pushed away Joe’s limp hand and wrapped his own fingers around himself, jerking himself off desperately. Joe opened his eyes sleepily, looking up at Nick’s face and then down at his lap, watching his brother’s fist fly over his cock. With a grunt, Nick lifted up and squeezed himself as he started coming, hot white ropes flying and landing on Joe’s stomach, mixing in with his come. Joe looked at the blessed out look on Nick’s face and gripped his hip, watching him ride out the high of his orgasm.
“Wow,” Joe whispered, amazed. Nick slowly opened his eyes and nodded, his the corner of his mouth twitching upward again.
“Yeah, you can say that again,” he chuckled breathlessly. He leaned down and kissed Joe softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Joe slid his hand over his brother’s back and kissed him back.
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3,385
Warnings: Slash, underage, incest
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from this
A/N: This is my very first Jonas Brothers fic! It's my humble attempt at entering the fandom, I hope you like it! Also, it's unbeta'd so beware of typos
Summary: Title explains it all. Four times Nick got an erection and Joe laugh at him and one time Joe didn't find it so funny
The first time it happened, Nick had no clue what was going on. He was 9 years old and it happened in his sleep. When he woke up, he didn’t notice the tenting in the front of his Superman pajamas as he shuffled out of bed, eyes still half shut. Like every other morning, Nick padded out of his room and down the hallway to the bathroom he shared with his brothers, moving on autopilot.
He closed the door behind him even though Joe and Kevin never bothered to do more than kick the door halfway shut and pushed his pajamas down to start peeing. Normally he’d hear the steady stream of his bladder relieving itself but instead he felt warm wetness suddenly hitting his chest and some splashed up, hitting his cheek. He let out a yelp and tried to jerk away but it kept hitting him and suddenly he realized it was his pee. Finally opening his eyes, he fumbled and grabbed himself, surprised that his prick was stiff and sticking straight up.
After much difficulty, Nick finally managed to get himself situated but by then, he was already done peeing. His shirt was soaked, pee dripping from his cheek and the bathroom reeked of urine. Nick stared down at himself miserably, tears welling up in his eyes. What was happening to him?
Just then, the loud sound of small fists thundering against the door scared Nick so bad, he cried out.
“Nicky?”
“Joey?” Nick whimpered. “Joey, I had an accident.”
“Really?” Joe’s voice came through the door. “Open up.”
Nick tugged his pajamas back up, sniffling as he fought back tears. He padded over to the door and opened it slightly. Joe pushed it open the rest of the way, slipped inside and shut the door behind him. He looked down at his younger brother and took in how he looked, his nose immediately scrunching the second he smelled the urine.
“Nicky, what the heck did you do?” Joe exclaimed. Joe’s tone was the last straw and Nick couldn’t help but break out into tears.
“I- I had an accident!” Nick cried. “There’s something wrong with me. I think I might be sick. My thingy was all hard and - and sticking up and when I peed, it got all over me!”
By this point, Nick was near hysterics and Joe just started laughing, which only made Nick cry harder. Joe was nearly doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach. After what seemed like an eternity, Joe gasped, trying to gulp in air. He wiped his eyes and looked at Nick who was still standing in the middle of the bathroom, soaked in his own urine, bawling.
“Oh Nicky,” Joe laughed sympathetically. “Nicky, don’t cry.” He wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. “There’s nothing wrong with you and you’re not sick. It’s totally normal for that to happen,” he explained. Nick sniffled, looking up at his brother with big, tearful eyes. “Come on, take off your clothes and get in the bath. I’ll get you some clothes and I’ll take care of these for you. I’ve got some things to try and explain to you.”
The three of them were kicking around a soccer ball in their backyard, Joe and Nick ended up kicking the ball between them trying to keep it away from Kevin. Every time Kevin would try to intercept and get his foot in the way of the ball reaching one of his brothers, Joe would make a loud squawking sound and jump onto Kevin’s back, holding him back until Nick got the ball away. Finally Kevin gave up, deciding it was useless to try and play with them.
Nick and Joe continued to kick the ball around just the two of them, laughing when they bumped into each other every now and then. When Joe got the ball, he kicked it up and started bouncing it on his knees, juggling it. Nick crossed his arms over his chest and watched his brother.
After a moment, the ball hit the ground and Joe was just looking at him. It took Nick a second to realized this and when he did, he just rose his eyebrows.
“What?”
“Dude, you might wanna do something about that,” Joe laughed, nodding to Nick’s crotch. Confused, Nick looked down before his eyes widened when he saw the front of his shorts tenting. Quickly he dropped his arms and covered himself with his hands, looking back up at Joe, seeing him laugh harder.
“Quit laughing,” Nick huffed, his cheeks turning pink. “It keeps happening for no reason.” Joe had explained everything to him a couple of years ago, and then their dad explained it afterwards so he knew it was normal but that didn’t make it any less awkward when he’d randomly start sporting a boner.
“Yeah, okay, you just…” Joe laughed, shaking his head. “You take care of that, okay? It’s hard to take you seriously when you’ve got wood and you’re trying to cover it.”
Nick’s cheeks burned hotter and he turned and stomped off into the house.
Nick was taking a nap on the couch, head propped up against the couch’s arm, his arm draped over his stomach. Joe was sitting on the loveseat and Frankie on the floor as they played video games, the volume turned down low so they wouldn’t wake Nick up.
Frankie frantically smashed the buttons on his controller and Joe was doing the same as their characters on the screen fought. Neither of them paid Nick any mind as they played until movement from the cough caught Joe’s attention from the corner of his eye. He glanced over at Nick to see what caught his attention and snorted, stifling a laugh.
Nick was still sleeping but his hand was no longer resting on his stomach. Instead, it was a bit lower, slowly rubbing over his crotch which was obviously reacting to the touch. Laughing to himself, Joe grabbed a pillow from behind him and threw it directly at Nick, hitting him square in the face. Nick woke with a muffled noise,, pulling his hand away from his crotch to push the pillow off his face.
“Wha-Wha’ was that for?” Nick asked sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.
“Nothing, just thought you should get up. Maybe go to the bathroom,” Joe said nonchalantly but he was smirking. Nick yawned and struggled to sit up before suddenly feeling the erection in his pants. His eyes widened comically and he grabbed the pillow off the floor, dropping it into his lap. Joe finally burst out In laughter, letting his controller fall into his lap, forgotten.
Frankie took the opportunity to attack Joe’s character and yelled out triumphantly when he killed him. When he noticed Joe was still laughing instead of complaining about cheating and pushing him, Frankie turned around to look between his older brothers.
“What’s so funny?” Frankie demanded and Joe just laughed, shaking his head as Nick stood up, still holding the pillow over his crotch. He walked passed his brothers to head towards his room. When the pillow came flying from the hallway and hit Joe in the back of the head, he just laughed harder.
“Listen girl, you gotta be good. You see, I don’t wanna hurt you; I wanna kiss you!”
As the three of them walked down the long stretch of a walkway in the middle of their stage, fans cheering and reaching up to try and touch him, Nick took the time to adjust his sleeves. Once they reached the end and Joe was done, he launched into his solo, his fingers flying over the neck of his guitar. He felt Joe’s arm drop around his shoulder and the pressure of him throwing his weight against him as he danced. Nick tried to ignore the weight so he didn’t mess up his playing but when he felt Joe lean more against him, practically pressed up against his side and he could feel the heat radiating off Joe like a furnace.
Joe continued to dance, leaning on Nick, banging his head along to the beat. He shouted into his mic to pump up the crowd, egging them to cheer. Nick could feel Joe’s breath on the side of his face and with the adrenaline pumping through him from the rush of being on stage combining with the feel of Joe’s body pressing against his, he could feel his body quickly starting to react.
Nick could feel a stirring in his pants and he started to panic. His guitar thankfully covered his front but he knew he would have to set it down for the next two songs. He spun away from Joe, finishing up his solo as he jogged back to the main stage, needing to distance himself from the fans. He continued playing on the main stage while Joe and Kevin were still at the very end of the walkway.
No one seemed to notice anything was off but Nick was busy freaking out in his head. Every time his guitar shifted, it bumped against him and it felt great. Little bursts of pressure that felt amazing but made him ache for more friction. He tried to ignore it, staying by his mic as he played, trying his hardest not to let it affect his playing. When Joe and Kevin ran back to the main stage, Joe shot him a questioning look but Nick just shook his head, finishing up the song.
Once the song was over, Nick spoke into the mic that was only hooked up to to Joe and Kevin’s earpieces. “We need make a switch to the set list, we need to play Video Girl instead of Goodnight and Goodbye,” he said, shielding the front of his body with his guitar.
“What! Why?” Kevin asked incredulously looking over at Nick from across the stage. Changing the set list in the middle of the show would cause chaos - there were prerecorded light cues, pyrotechnic cues, an entire orchestra band to inform and so many other people that would have to be notified. They’d only done it a couple of times before when they absolutely had to and each time it’d create a panic that everyone handled well, but left them drained and cranky.
“I can’t play goodnight right now, I need to be behind the drums right now. Please guys,” Nick urged, watching Kevin walk up to the edge of the stage to talk to the crowd, stalling.
“Are you okay? You need to grab some juice or something?” Joe asked, concerned. He started walking towards Nick’s side of the stage. “Because we can stall while you grab something, you know that.”
“No, my levels are fine. I just…” Nick jogged over to meet Joe halfway, keeping his grip tight on the neck of his guitar so it didn’t swing and smack against him. He leaned on Joe’s shoulder and hissed in him ear, “I’m… I’m sporting wood, okay? I need to hide behind the drums until it goes away.”
Joe started laughing and even though he was holding his mic behind his back, Nick could still the faint sound of his laughter being picked up and ringing through the monitors. Nick’s cheeks flushed and he shoved Joe’s shoulder, spotting Kevin glance back at them looking worried and confused.
“Joe, quit it! It’s not funny!”
“Oh yes it is. Just ignore it, I doubt anyone will even notice,” Joe said between laughter.
“Of course they’ll notice! And pictures of it will be everywhere all over the internet!” Nick groaned, a wild, panicked look crossing his face at the thought of all the gossip sites displaying a picture of him on stage with a huge boner.
“Guys, what’s the hold up?” Their dad’s voice came through their earpieces, causing Nick’s eyes to widen with more panic. Joe just laughed again and Nick would have tackled him if they weren’t on stage.
“Joe, please,” Nick pleaded, looking at his brother, clearly miserable. Joe rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Dad, we have to change the set list. Tell everyone we’re going to go ahead with Video Girl instead of Goodnight. We’ll stall,” Joe said firmly, as if he was giving his dad an order.
Nick could tell their dad wanted to argue but arguing would take too long and Kevin’s stalling was starting to become apparent to the audience. He let out an exasperated sigh and his mic cut out as he went to rush off to tell everyone.
“Good job Nick J, you’ve just effected thousands of people with your boner,” Joe smirked, patting Nick on the shoulder. “That’s talent.”
“Shut up,” Nick grumbled, handing off his guitar to a stage hand, keeping his back to the crowd before jogging up to his drum set. Despite all of his embarrassment , his erection continued to press eagerly against the front of his pants but he was at least safely hidden behind his drums.
Nick headed over to Joe’s room, bored and wondering if his brother would want to help him work out the kinks in the new song he was writing. He rapped his knuckles against the closed door but when he didn’t hear a response, he turned the knob. When he found it unlocked, he shrugged and pushed it open, stepping inside.
As he opened his mouth to started talking, he spotted Joe sitting on his bed settled back into his pillows which were propped up against his headboard. He was full clothed but his jeans were opened and his hand was moving furiously in his lap. Nick’s eyes widened as he stared at his brother, drinking in the sight. He knew he should turn and leave before Joe noticed him but he felt glued to his spot, his eyes trained on his older brother.
He caught glimpses of Joe’s cock, hard and flushed red under his fist and the way Joe’s eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Joe’s lips were parted and shiny like he’d just licked them and Nick found himself wanting to kiss them. Inside his jeans, he could feel himself hardening from the sight of his brother and what he wanted more than anything was to cross the room, push Joe’s hand away and replace it with his own.
Joe was too caught up in the feelings of jerking off to have heard the knock on the door or someone step inside and with the way his toes were starting to curl, he was certainly way too caught up to notice Nick standing there. He continued stroking himself, quick but not enough to get himself off just yet. He hadn’t gotten to do this in a few days and he wanted to draw it out as long as he could.
Nick realized the door was still slightly ajar behind him and he quickly reached back to close it. The lock made a louder sound when it shut than he anticipated and Joe quickly looked up and Nick saw his brother’s eyes grow wide in embarrassment. Joe grabbed a pillow from behind him and pressed it over his lap to cover himself.
“Nick, get out!” Joe’s voice was gruff and scratchy and just the sound of it made Nick twitch inside his pants. He ignored what Joe said and started slowly walking towards the bed.
“Nick, what the heck are you doing? Can’t you see I’m kinda in the middle of something?”
Nick stopped when his knees brushed the foot of the bed and Joe scrambled back, pressing himself against the headboard as far as he could to put as much distance between himself and his brother.
“Nick?” Joe asked again, confused and a little bit worried.
“Joe,” Nick said, finally finding his voice. He licked his lips, his eyes roaming over his brother. He was so turned on he didn’t even feel like himself. Joe started to tucked himself back into his jeans under the pillow and Nick reached out to grab his arm. “Don’t.”
“What? Why? I’m sorry you caught me and this is embarrassing enough. You don’t have to make this worse,” Joe huffed, his cheeks flushing darker, this time with embarrassment rather than arousal.
“Don’t wanna make it worse,” Nick said, shaking his head. He didn’t know what he was doing - it was like his body was moving on its own as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling and looming over Joe. Confused, Joe continued to scoot away from Nick but quickly found himself trapped when Nick pressed his hands into the bed on either side of Joe. Joe’s eyes widened as he looked up at his younger brother.
“Nicholas, what are you doing?” Joe asked, hoping he sounded stern so he could pull the big brother card. Nick licked his lips, hovering over Joe and studied his face before just biting the bullet. He closed his eyes and leaned down until his lips brush over Joe’s. When Joe didn’t pull away, Nick took it as encouragement and kissed him again, deeper this time. Wet lips slid over dry ones until Joe finally started kissing back tentatively.
When they finally broke apart, Joe’s eyes were clouded with lust and confusion as he stared up at Nick.
“What was that for?” he asked, licking his lips. He could still taste his younger brother on his lips.
“I wanted to,” Nick said, his lips dark, shiny and parted. “And you did too.” It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. He took a deep breath and reached down to pull the pillow away from Joe’s lap. “You’re still hard.”
Joe’s breathing started to quick when he was suddenly exposed, twitching self consciously. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “I liked kissing you.”
Nick swung his leg over Joe and settled back so he was straddling his thighs. He took one of Joe’s hands and pressed it against the front of his jeans and Joe’s breath hitched. Under his jeans, Nick was so hard he was throbbing and he could feel the heat radiating off him even through the denim.
“Wow, you’re hard,” Joe murmured, amazed. The corner of Nick’s mouth twitched upward. “What?”
“Usually when I’m hard, you laugh at me,” Nick pointed out, hesitating before wrapping his hand around Joe’s naked cock. Underneath him, Joe gasped and began fumbling with Nick’s fly.
“Yeah well… this time it’s not so funny,” Joe said, reaching in to pull out Nick’s cock. It was shorter and fatter than his own and perfect, just like the rest of Nick. He started stroking quickly and Nick scooted up on Joe’s thighs until their cocks were close enough to touch. Instead, their hands touched, knuckles bumping awkwardly as they stroked each other.
The room was filled with the sound of slick skin slapping skin and their heavy panting. Nick stared down at Joe, his eyelids heavy and lips parted and suddenly Joe was pushing his hips up, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Nick, I’m g-“ Joe’s groan was the only warning he had before he felt hot, sticky warmth sputter over his fist and down his wrist, dripping onto Joe’s stomach. Nick watched in awe as Joe came, watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. Joe’s grip on Nick’s cock went slack but watching Joe was the last straw for Nick. He pushed away Joe’s limp hand and wrapped his own fingers around himself, jerking himself off desperately. Joe opened his eyes sleepily, looking up at Nick’s face and then down at his lap, watching his brother’s fist fly over his cock. With a grunt, Nick lifted up and squeezed himself as he started coming, hot white ropes flying and landing on Joe’s stomach, mixing in with his come. Joe looked at the blessed out look on Nick’s face and gripped his hip, watching him ride out the high of his orgasm.
“Wow,” Joe whispered, amazed. Nick slowly opened his eyes and nodded, his the corner of his mouth twitching upward again.
“Yeah, you can say that again,” he chuckled breathlessly. He leaned down and kissed Joe softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Joe slid his hand over his brother’s back and kissed him back.