Ficlet: Nick has expressive (yet confusing) eyebrows (JONAS, Nick/Kevin, R-ish)
So I've been hanging out with poor_choices this weekend, and she's shown me all of JONAS, which is terrible and hilarious and strangely endearing. I love Kevin kind of a lot. I resonate with his confusion about the world. I feel he speaks my soul often. And also I think Macy is awesome, and JONAS could teach some other shows a lesson in how to depict your nutty female fans without making them seem two-dimensional.
Title: Nick has expressive (yet confusing) eyebrows
Fandom: JONAS (the TV show, not RPF per se)
Pairing: Nick/Kevin
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: underage incest, light bondage (shut up), Jonases
Summary: Kevin finds the way Nick looks at him confusing.
Notes: So, Chash and I were watching "Keepin' It Real", the episode where Jonas and co. get stuck in a thrift shop with a horde of screaming fans outside, and there's this weird exchange between Nick and Kevin (the first two lines of this fic), and when I signed up for the Lightning Round at help_haiti, she gave five bucks to a good cause so I would write about WTF was happening in that scene. And I did! It's TERRIBLE and PROBABLY NO ONE SHOULD READ IT. Because JONAS. 624 words. Unbetaed.
“I have a recognizable face?” says Kevin excitedly.
“I’d recognize you anywhere,” replies Nick, lifting his eyebrows in a gesture Kevin doesn’t really understand. He thinks maybe he should ask, but there’s a lot of screaming outside the thrift store and they still kind of need a plan.
He asks Joe about it later, but Joe is having some kind of hair-related emergency and assures Kevin he needs to talk to Nick himself. Except something about the idea of talking to Nick makes Kevin feel kind of funny, low down in his stomach. He avoids it pretty successfully, but then Nick starts doing other things, touching him a lot, dragging Kevin around and giving him more of those raised-eyebrow looks.
Kevin often feels like he’s missing things. It’s sort of par for the course in his life, and he mostly doesn’t mind. It’s a tradeoff. Other people don’t notice clouds shaped like bunnies and bunnies shaped like clouds, and Kevin doesn’t notice when his brother wants to tie him to his bed and kiss him breathless. Which is what happens on Saturday afternoon when Kevin’s resting his eyes before band practice.
And kissing Nick is pretty nice once Kevin gets over the part where his hands are lashed to the headboard with something that might be his ascot -- and the part where Nick’s his brother. Nick bites gently at his lip, and the funny feeling in Kevin’s stomach spikes lower, making him tremble. His hips start to move towards Nick’s in little twitches he can’t control. Nick pulls away for a second and raises his eyebrows, and suddenly Kevin’s pretty sure he gets what all that’s about.
“Why did you tie me up?” Kevin asks, twisting his wrists against the silk of his ascot.
“I didn’t want you to wander off.” Nick kisses him on the mouth, and Kevin thinks that was actually pretty considerate because he does tend to wander. He tips his chin up, lets Nick kiss him more deeply, Nick’s tongue slick and sure against his. Nick’s hand slips under the waistband of Kevin’s jeans, and Kevin breathes in sharply.
“Um, Nick…”
“Now isn’t the time for talking,” Nick explains seriously, his fingers kneading down around Kevin’s hip.
“Oh.” Kevin tries really hard not to talk after that, but he can’t help the little noises that come spilling out of his mouth when Nick tugs down Kevin’s jeans and underwear and licks along the inside of his thigh. He’s not exactly talking though, when all that comes out is sort of, “Uuunnh.” And Nick doesn’t seem to mind. He’s smiling against Kevin’s skin, like he knows a secret, something Kevin doesn’t. Which is probably true.
And then Nick’s lips are sliding up between his thighs, parting around his… oh. Oh. Kevin touches himself there (perfectly normal, perfectly healthy), but it isn’t like Nick’s mouth is, hot and wet and all around him. He feels lightheaded and tingly all over, and Nick’s sucking him in with little slurping noises, taking him deep and looking up at Kevin from under his eyelashes. It’s confusing, this blur of too many different feelings, but good. So good. Kevin shivers and squirms and wonders if the bed’s going to collapse with his bound wrists pulling against the frame. Nick is doing all these things with his tongue, flicks and wiggles and things Kevin doesn’t have words for. And given all that, it’s over really, really fast. Which is kind of bad, but basically okay because after that Nick takes off his clothes, unties Kevin’s hands and shows him a few more things he didn’t know about.
Next time Nick lifts his eyebrows at Kevin in a thrift store, Kevin’s going to be ready for it.
THE END
Title: Nick has expressive (yet confusing) eyebrows
Fandom: JONAS (the TV show, not RPF per se)
Pairing: Nick/Kevin
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: underage incest, light bondage (shut up), Jonases
Summary: Kevin finds the way Nick looks at him confusing.
Notes: So, Chash and I were watching "Keepin' It Real", the episode where Jonas and co. get stuck in a thrift shop with a horde of screaming fans outside, and there's this weird exchange between Nick and Kevin (the first two lines of this fic), and when I signed up for the Lightning Round at help_haiti, she gave five bucks to a good cause so I would write about WTF was happening in that scene. And I did! It's TERRIBLE and PROBABLY NO ONE SHOULD READ IT. Because JONAS. 624 words. Unbetaed.
“I have a recognizable face?” says Kevin excitedly.
“I’d recognize you anywhere,” replies Nick, lifting his eyebrows in a gesture Kevin doesn’t really understand. He thinks maybe he should ask, but there’s a lot of screaming outside the thrift store and they still kind of need a plan.
He asks Joe about it later, but Joe is having some kind of hair-related emergency and assures Kevin he needs to talk to Nick himself. Except something about the idea of talking to Nick makes Kevin feel kind of funny, low down in his stomach. He avoids it pretty successfully, but then Nick starts doing other things, touching him a lot, dragging Kevin around and giving him more of those raised-eyebrow looks.
Kevin often feels like he’s missing things. It’s sort of par for the course in his life, and he mostly doesn’t mind. It’s a tradeoff. Other people don’t notice clouds shaped like bunnies and bunnies shaped like clouds, and Kevin doesn’t notice when his brother wants to tie him to his bed and kiss him breathless. Which is what happens on Saturday afternoon when Kevin’s resting his eyes before band practice.
And kissing Nick is pretty nice once Kevin gets over the part where his hands are lashed to the headboard with something that might be his ascot -- and the part where Nick’s his brother. Nick bites gently at his lip, and the funny feeling in Kevin’s stomach spikes lower, making him tremble. His hips start to move towards Nick’s in little twitches he can’t control. Nick pulls away for a second and raises his eyebrows, and suddenly Kevin’s pretty sure he gets what all that’s about.
“Why did you tie me up?” Kevin asks, twisting his wrists against the silk of his ascot.
“I didn’t want you to wander off.” Nick kisses him on the mouth, and Kevin thinks that was actually pretty considerate because he does tend to wander. He tips his chin up, lets Nick kiss him more deeply, Nick’s tongue slick and sure against his. Nick’s hand slips under the waistband of Kevin’s jeans, and Kevin breathes in sharply.
“Um, Nick…”
“Now isn’t the time for talking,” Nick explains seriously, his fingers kneading down around Kevin’s hip.
“Oh.” Kevin tries really hard not to talk after that, but he can’t help the little noises that come spilling out of his mouth when Nick tugs down Kevin’s jeans and underwear and licks along the inside of his thigh. He’s not exactly talking though, when all that comes out is sort of, “Uuunnh.” And Nick doesn’t seem to mind. He’s smiling against Kevin’s skin, like he knows a secret, something Kevin doesn’t. Which is probably true.
And then Nick’s lips are sliding up between his thighs, parting around his… oh. Oh. Kevin touches himself there (perfectly normal, perfectly healthy), but it isn’t like Nick’s mouth is, hot and wet and all around him. He feels lightheaded and tingly all over, and Nick’s sucking him in with little slurping noises, taking him deep and looking up at Kevin from under his eyelashes. It’s confusing, this blur of too many different feelings, but good. So good. Kevin shivers and squirms and wonders if the bed’s going to collapse with his bound wrists pulling against the frame. Nick is doing all these things with his tongue, flicks and wiggles and things Kevin doesn’t have words for. And given all that, it’s over really, really fast. Which is kind of bad, but basically okay because after that Nick takes off his clothes, unties Kevin’s hands and shows him a few more things he didn’t know about.
Next time Nick lifts his eyebrows at Kevin in a thrift store, Kevin’s going to be ready for it.
THE END