Joe is DYING. (Joe/Nick prompt fill, rated R.)
Hello! I wrote a response to this prompt in boyfriends_fic , (a comm of which I am now a member!).
The prompt follows: How about bb!joick where they just got an actual bus and are spazzing out about its coolness and then it ends up with not being able to sleep because it's so different which leads to blowjobs in the bunks at like, 3am where they have to be super quiet so nobody finds out and then they finish riiight before Denise comes to check on them because she actually heard some of Nick's adorable hurt-sounding sex noises? Nghh?
Warnings: This is Joe/Nick, which means homosexual incest. And I'm not specific about their ages, but I imply that Nick's about fourteen, so, underage. And rated R.
They're Disney now. Joe can't stop thinking it. They're Disney and they have a bus that neither of their parents have to drive. It's so... it just doesn't compute. Three years in a deteriorating van stuffed full of their instruments and also six people has suddenly become a place where Joe can spend twelve hours playing Guitar Hero between the end of a show and the beginning of the next day's interviews.
Oh, uh, yeah. He hasn't been able to sleep, yet, unless he's completely exhausted first. Actually laying down and still moving gently as they drive is incredibly unfamiliar. Joe's used to sleeping in a pile in the backseat, with Nick's elbows in his ribs and smelling boys and feet and their Mom's perfume.
So what if he can't sleep. And so what if their mom checks to make sure they're not out of their bunks at four in the morning anymore. He has an iPod, it's not the end of the world.
He also has a Nick, who waits until their mom has finished her rounds and then climbs up into Joe's bunk, rolling his big brother into the wall with his shoulder.
Joe likes this. He knows how this goes. So many things are a bad fit, these days; the sold-out venues, the professional soundchecks, the way other people pack in and set up for them. Those rub the wrong way, like there will be calluses later, but for now it's just blisters.
But Nick colliding with him and being a little careless, because he's not used to how strong he'll be soon. This is how it's supposed to be.
"Hey," Joe whispers, if it can be called that. He exhales across Nick's cheek, more like.
"Hey," Nick whispers back, and he's restless and too easy to read in the dark: i can't sleep and i'm freaking out and please tell you're freaking out, too.
Joe sets his palm over Nick's solar plexus, feels his too-quick heartbeat. He rubs a slow circle, then his hand skins down over Nick's t-shirt.
Nick's stomach goes tight and in, and then out as his back arches.
Can we? Joe breathes, touching the top of Nick's boxers.
Nick's forehead touches Joe's temple, hairline already a little sweaty. Joe kisses his cheek and then does a few acrobatic moves to get to the other end of the bunk.
(Bunks are more spacious than Joe had expected, but definitely not built for this kind of thing.)
Joe pulls Nick's boxers down and just touches, for now. It's late-early, and his eyes are creaky and dry, but his mind if racing. Everything feels sharp.
His entire family is basically within three feet of them right now. But when you're doing this with your brother, your sense of morality relaxes a little.
Joe pulls the head of Nick's cock into his mouth and lets it rest against his tongue for a second. Then he starts sliding down, and up, and down, trying to get it slick enough, trying not to make slurping gross dirty noises, because oh man, their mom's probably still awake. She went into the back lounge, and she might have fallen asleep on the couch back there, but she has ears like an owl.
And then Nick whimpers, a tiny wrung-out sound. Joe freezes.
Nick's breathing hard. He stuffs his hand into his mouth before Joe can reach up to do it for him.
Joe moves faster and sucks harder, he goes as hard and as quickly as he can, because there is no way that he's ever having this conversation with his mother, ever.
Nick makes another sound, sort of keening, mostly desperate.
Joe grabs for Nick's other hand and set it on the back of his head, settles his own over his brother's. Their rings clink together heavily, another new thing.
Nick pulls and Joe doesn't let himself gag. Then he's swallowing as much as he can, trying not make a mess. Nick gasps like a sob.
They both hear the curtain into the back lounge shhnk open at the same time.
Oh, shit. Oh, god, their mom.
Joe stretches up next to Nick and drags the covers up with him. He's holding his breath and trying to move silently but get it done in five seconds, so.
Their mom pulls open the curtain to Nick's bunk first, right below them. That's what gives them enough time to cover up the boxers around Nick's knees before she tries Joe's next.
She hums, "Nick?" and puts a hand on his cheek. "You're warm. I thought I heard..."
Joe is dying.
Nick whispers hoarsely, "I, I had a nightmare. So I came up here."
Joe brain makes a dirty joke, and he realizes that he still isn't breathing, so he tries to exhale slowly, like a breathing exercise.
"Well, you shouldn't have woken your brother. You both need our sleep."
"I don't mind," Joe chokes out.
"Get your rest, boys," she says, and kisses both their foreheads.
Joe can still taste his brother's cum. If he were a decent person, he would say that they can never fool around on the bus again.
(If he were a decent person, though, he wouldn't have done it in the first place.)
The prompt follows: How about bb!joick where they just got an actual bus and are spazzing out about its coolness and then it ends up with not being able to sleep because it's so different which leads to blowjobs in the bunks at like, 3am where they have to be super quiet so nobody finds out and then they finish riiight before Denise comes to check on them because she actually heard some of Nick's adorable hurt-sounding sex noises? Nghh?
Warnings: This is Joe/Nick, which means homosexual incest. And I'm not specific about their ages, but I imply that Nick's about fourteen, so, underage. And rated R.
They're Disney now. Joe can't stop thinking it. They're Disney and they have a bus that neither of their parents have to drive. It's so... it just doesn't compute. Three years in a deteriorating van stuffed full of their instruments and also six people has suddenly become a place where Joe can spend twelve hours playing Guitar Hero between the end of a show and the beginning of the next day's interviews.
Oh, uh, yeah. He hasn't been able to sleep, yet, unless he's completely exhausted first. Actually laying down and still moving gently as they drive is incredibly unfamiliar. Joe's used to sleeping in a pile in the backseat, with Nick's elbows in his ribs and smelling boys and feet and their Mom's perfume.
So what if he can't sleep. And so what if their mom checks to make sure they're not out of their bunks at four in the morning anymore. He has an iPod, it's not the end of the world.
He also has a Nick, who waits until their mom has finished her rounds and then climbs up into Joe's bunk, rolling his big brother into the wall with his shoulder.
Joe likes this. He knows how this goes. So many things are a bad fit, these days; the sold-out venues, the professional soundchecks, the way other people pack in and set up for them. Those rub the wrong way, like there will be calluses later, but for now it's just blisters.
But Nick colliding with him and being a little careless, because he's not used to how strong he'll be soon. This is how it's supposed to be.
"Hey," Joe whispers, if it can be called that. He exhales across Nick's cheek, more like.
"Hey," Nick whispers back, and he's restless and too easy to read in the dark: i can't sleep and i'm freaking out and please tell you're freaking out, too.
Joe sets his palm over Nick's solar plexus, feels his too-quick heartbeat. He rubs a slow circle, then his hand skins down over Nick's t-shirt.
Nick's stomach goes tight and in, and then out as his back arches.
Can we? Joe breathes, touching the top of Nick's boxers.
Nick's forehead touches Joe's temple, hairline already a little sweaty. Joe kisses his cheek and then does a few acrobatic moves to get to the other end of the bunk.
(Bunks are more spacious than Joe had expected, but definitely not built for this kind of thing.)
Joe pulls Nick's boxers down and just touches, for now. It's late-early, and his eyes are creaky and dry, but his mind if racing. Everything feels sharp.
His entire family is basically within three feet of them right now. But when you're doing this with your brother, your sense of morality relaxes a little.
Joe pulls the head of Nick's cock into his mouth and lets it rest against his tongue for a second. Then he starts sliding down, and up, and down, trying to get it slick enough, trying not to make slurping gross dirty noises, because oh man, their mom's probably still awake. She went into the back lounge, and she might have fallen asleep on the couch back there, but she has ears like an owl.
And then Nick whimpers, a tiny wrung-out sound. Joe freezes.
Nick's breathing hard. He stuffs his hand into his mouth before Joe can reach up to do it for him.
Joe moves faster and sucks harder, he goes as hard and as quickly as he can, because there is no way that he's ever having this conversation with his mother, ever.
Nick makes another sound, sort of keening, mostly desperate.
Joe grabs for Nick's other hand and set it on the back of his head, settles his own over his brother's. Their rings clink together heavily, another new thing.
Nick pulls and Joe doesn't let himself gag. Then he's swallowing as much as he can, trying not make a mess. Nick gasps like a sob.
They both hear the curtain into the back lounge shhnk open at the same time.
Oh, shit. Oh, god, their mom.
Joe stretches up next to Nick and drags the covers up with him. He's holding his breath and trying to move silently but get it done in five seconds, so.
Their mom pulls open the curtain to Nick's bunk first, right below them. That's what gives them enough time to cover up the boxers around Nick's knees before she tries Joe's next.
She hums, "Nick?" and puts a hand on his cheek. "You're warm. I thought I heard..."
Joe is dying.
Nick whispers hoarsely, "I, I had a nightmare. So I came up here."
Joe brain makes a dirty joke, and he realizes that he still isn't breathing, so he tries to exhale slowly, like a breathing exercise.
"Well, you shouldn't have woken your brother. You both need our sleep."
"I don't mind," Joe chokes out.
"Get your rest, boys," she says, and kisses both their foreheads.
Joe can still taste his brother's cum. If he were a decent person, he would say that they can never fool around on the bus again.
(If he were a decent person, though, he wouldn't have done it in the first place.)