Fic - G'night, Nicky
Title: G'night, Nicky
Author:
elvis_a
Pairing: Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick can't sleep. Will Joe help, or just keep him up even longer? (Fluff and smut.)
G'night, Nicky:
"Joe? I can't sleep," Nick was sitting at the edge of Joe's bed in his flannel pajamas, looking troubled as he tugged at his older brother's blanket to wake him.
Joe rubbed the sleep from his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows to look at Nick. His little brother's bed-tousled hair hung over his eyes and a layer of sweat troubled his pale forehead. He looked sick.
"Oh Nicky, what time is it?" he pressed the back of his hand to his brother's cheek, feeling the flushed skin. "God, Nick. You're burning up."
"I don't know what time it is. It's too hot to sleep," the youngest member of the Jonas Brothers tugged at the collar of his shirt, beads of sweat glistening on his skin, "I'm all sweaty."
Joe's gaze made its way from his brother's handsome face to the exposed flesh of his neck, watching the way it pulsated. He touched his finger to it, collecting a drop of sweat on his finger, "Let's get you out of this." Nick lifted his arms up without a word, while Joe tugged the sweat-dampened shirt over his brother's head. "Better?" Nick nodded.
Reaching over to the window beside his bed, Joe cracked it open, inviting a cool breeze inside which made Nick shiver at the cool contact on his skin. "Can you sleep now, Nicky?" Joe smoothed the damp curls on Nick's forehead, planting a gentle kiss on top of his head. Nick didn't seem to notice.
"I don't know. Can I stay here for a little while?" he looked sheepishly at Joe, but Joe didn't care if his sixteen-year-old brother was too old to climb into bed with him- he just wanted him near. He pulled the blanket back to let Nick slide in beside him, as he had done many nights in the past when the younger Jonas Brother would come in after having a bad dream or a restless night. "Thanks, Joe."
"Mmm. Love you, Nicky. G'night."
Nick rolled over on his side to face Joe, slinging an arm around his brother's neck. Joe's skin was tingling where his brother's sweaty flesh made contact with his own. He wondered what it would feel like to rub his hands over Nick's bare chest, to feel his damp skin, slippery beneath his fingers. Even though it was wrong to think such impure things about his own brother, the images in his mind were so vivid he had to bite his own lip to keep from groaning.
They were the same thoughts that plagued Joe every night when he laid in bed, a single wall separating him and his brother, although much more real now. He loved Nick more than he'd ever loved anyone or anything, so much that he often felt the urge to be physical with him. It came out in subtle ways- a lingering hug, a playful kiss on the cheek- but it was never enough.
They were so close now, if he just reached out he could touch him- but it would be wrong. It didn't feel wrong, but he knew that the love between two brothers was supposed be be only that and nothing more. Whatever this was, it was wrong, even if it didn't feel that way. It felt good to have Nick so near, the warmth radiating from his sleeping form exciting Joe in a way that overwhelmed him.
When Nick's breathing was steady and even, Joe slipped a hand into the waistband of his own boxers, caressing the soft skin and imagining it was Nick's calloused fingers on his belly. He let them slide lower until they found hardening flesh, making sure not to cause any movement that might startle his brother awake. He squeezed his cock lightly, feeling it stiffen in his grip with a hiss. Joe squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if it would make all the images running through his mind disappear.
With one hand working his aching dick at a painfully slow pace, Joe turned his head to the left to look at his brother. Nick's head was buried in the crook of Joe's neck, an arm wrapped loosely around it. His eyes were closed and he looked innocent, starkly contrasted against the sinful indecencies he was committing in Joe's vivid imagination. He looked childlike when he slept.
The older Jonas Brother bit down hard on his bottom lip to stifle the name that nearly escaped his lips, but in his head it echoed: Nick, Nick, Nick. Against his self control, Joe's hips were rocking upward into his own hand, each thrust into his sweaty fist drawing him closer to the edge. The bed was shaking, and Joe could see Nick's head lolling gently about on his shoulder as he abandoned his inhibitions and fucked his own hand.
Having his brother laying against him while he fantasized about all the things he would do to him was too much. Joe felt himself twitch in his hand and pumped at his cock furiously. At that moment Nick's eyes flew open, locking onto Joe's, but Joe couldn't stop what was about to happen. He stilled his hand but the orgasm overcame him anyway, and he spilled into his own hand, never tearing his gaze away from Nick's, "Oh shit, Nicky."
They lay staring at one another in silence, Joe trying to mask his heavy panting, and Nick just laying there chewing his bottom lip.
"Nick?" Joe cautiously asked after a long while. He wasn't entirely sure if Nick was aware of what just happened. It was possible he was too tired to realize that Joe had just masturbated beside him, but even so, it would be hard to talk his way out of. "Nicky, go back to sleep."
"I've been awake the whole time, Joe."
"You...you were awake?" Joe's heart sank. "Nick, I think...you should go back to your room now," Joe remained frozen in place, not daring to move from under the blanket, wishing he could shove his dick back into his boxers at the very least.
Nick ignored him, "I can't sleep."
"Shit Nick, just go to bed!" Joe couldn't bear for his brother to stay another minute while he laid here in miserable shame beside him. With any luck, Nick would think he only called out his name in surprise, but it didn't take away his feeling of guilt.
"I told you, I can't!" he threw the blanket off of himself, and Joe's cock twitched a little at the mere sight of him. Nick's hand was rested on his bare chest, still covered in a light sheen of sweat, while his flannel pajama pants hung so low his hips jutted out deliciously above the waistband. His pants were tented upward, displaying his arousal conspicuously.
"Nicky, what're you doing?" Joe was fighting the urge so hard to reach out and touch him, to brush his hand over the bulge in his brother's pants.
"I told you, I can't sleep," Nick looked flushed. His eyes were half-lidded and his lips parted just slightly, a weak breath escaping them. He looked how Joe felt, but the older Jonas Brother was sure it had to be his imagination. Joe couldn't talk, or move for that matter. His eyes were locked on his brother's arousal, not really understanding what any of this meant.
"Do you want to touch it, Joe?" his voice sounded so breathy and seductive, and Joe found himself getting worked up all over again at Nick's words.
"You don't know what you're saying, Nick. Y-you need to go to sleep." Joe was quickly discovering that he had better self-control than he ever thought himself capable of, but he didn't know how long that would last if Nick kept this up. "It's really, really late."
"Okay, good night, Joe," Nick rolled over on his side again to curl up into his older brother. Joe just laid there, his hand still resting on his own cock. He was becoming a bad influence for Nick, but it turned him on so much.
It wasn't very long before the bed was rocking gently, and Nick was shaking beside him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Joe knew exactly what his brother was doing, but he didn't think his self-control could withstand this.
"I told you, I can't sleep."
"I know, Nicky. Just try, okay?" he spared a glance over his shoulder at his brother, whose hand was tucked into the waistband of his pajamas, just as Joe had done to himself. Nick's arm was jerking quickly, and his head was thrown back and thrashing around on his brother's shoulder, not bothering to restrain himself.
"Mmmph."
That was all it took. Joe was past the point of return, his self control left forgotten somewhere between the mesmerizing sounds coming from Nick's mouth and his younger brother jerking himself off on his bed.
"Come here, Nicky," Joe reached his arms out, pulling his brother closer. He wanted to feel his body pressed up against him, beneath him. He loved Nick, and he wanted to make him feel good. If this was what Nick wanted, he would give it to him. God knows he wanted it, too. He placed gentle kisses all over Nick's face, running his finger's through his brother's messy curls. "I love you, okay?"
His hand found its way to Nick's chest, sliding his palm over the light muscles the way he imagined himself doing it before. His own dick was rock hard now, still poking out through the opening in his boxers, but he didn't care. Nick continued to rub at his own cock, his arm tucked into his pants. Joe pushed his brother's hand out of the way gently. Nick let him, but his hips raised up off the bed seeking contact.
Joe sat up, leaning over to slide the pajama pants down Nick's hips. His dick popped out from behind the waistband of the pants, dribbling precum from the tip, "Touch it, Joe."
Joe didn't need to be told a third time. He softly gripped the length of his brother's erection, feeling the weight of it in his hand. It was so warm, pulsating at his touch. Nick's hips thrusted up at him, searching desperately for more contact. Without hesitation, Joe slid his hand up the long length of his Nick's stiff cock, then back down again, "How does it feel?"
"Aahh, it's good, Joe. So...good," he breathed in sharply.
Joe jerked him off with slow, deliberate strokes, building Nick up with each pump of his fist. Nick was squirming on the bed, gripping the sheets like he was afraid he'd fall off if he let go. Seeing his little brother in such a vulnerable state was driving Joe crazy, and his own neglected cock was aching and throbbing between his legs. Suddenly Joe got up on his knees, letting the covers slide down his waist. His dick stood straight out, pointing at Nick. His younger brother just stared at it as his lips parted and his eyes went wide. Without a word, Joe made his way down the bed, positioning himself between Nick's legs.
"J-Joe...what're you...what're you doing?"
Joe stroked his brother's cheek with the back of his hand, "It's okay, Nicky. This is okay." Nick nodded.
Nick was oozing precum, and with the way his dick was twitching and pulsating, Joe wanted him in his mouth. He wanted to taste the salty droplets coating his hot flesh, and feel the length of it sliding between his lips.
"I'm going to suck it. I'm gonna suck your cock, Nicky."
"Joe...don't," Nick groaned as his hips lifted off the bed, betraying his words to desperately thrust at the air.
When Joe lowered his mouth to his brother's cock, he didn't consider the consequences of what he was about to do. Sure, he knew it wasn't what normal brothers do, but he loved Nick. It felt right, as long as they were together. If having a normal relationship with his brother meant he couldn't touch him, or couldn't be physical with him the way he always wanted to, then he didn't want to be normal.
Nick made amazing sounds when Joe's tongue slid down his shaft, biting his lip to keep from screaming out. Joe lapped at the droplets seeping from the tip, tasting his brother on his tongue, "you taste so good. Do you want me to suck it?" Nick nodded, seemingly unable to communicate words. "Say it," Joe pleaded.
"Joe...please. I can't." Nick thrashed around on the bed, desperately trying to get Joe's mouth on him once more. Joe knew his brother wanted this as much as much as he did.
"Please, Nicky? Tell me? I'll make you feel so good."
"Joe...s-suck me...p-please. Suck on my dick," Nick had tears in his eyes now, and Joe couldn't hold back any longer. He took the entire length of his brother's cock into his mouth.
Nick screamed out, and Joe had to put a hand over his little brother's mouth to quiet him. Joe sucked gently on his brother's dick, slowly sliding his lips over the length of it while Nick's hips thrusted at him rhythmically.
Joe took it deeper into his mouth, gagging a little as the head brushed against his throat. He would have done anything to make Nick shoot his load right then and there, to feel the warm rush of liquid dripping down his throat. He sucked harder, and Nick grabbed onto Joe's hair, his hips now thrusting wildly.
Joe came up for air, "That's it, fuck my mouth Nicky. Give it to me," and then wrapped his hand around the base to pump Nick's cock while he sucked on it faster. Nick was going crazy, tossing his head around on the pillow and biting his own fist to keep from crying out. His eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that tears were streaming down his cheek.
Joe couldn't get enough of his brother. It turned him on the way Nick was so vulnerable and needy, so willing to give all of himself to Joe, and in that moment he realized just how right this was.
He gave Nick's cock another squeeze and heard him cry out, "Ungh...Joe! I'm gonna-". Nick's cock spasmed and twitched, and Joe was rewarded with a hot load of his brother's cum shooting into his mouth before collapsing on top of him.
"God Nick, that was so hot," Joe rolled off of Nick to lay beside him, and arm slung over his waist now. "I freaking love you. You know that?" he placed a kiss to his brother's temple, but Nick was already asleep.
Author:
elvis_a
Pairing: Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick can't sleep. Will Joe help, or just keep him up even longer? (Fluff and smut.)
G'night, Nicky:
"Joe? I can't sleep," Nick was sitting at the edge of Joe's bed in his flannel pajamas, looking troubled as he tugged at his older brother's blanket to wake him.
Joe rubbed the sleep from his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows to look at Nick. His little brother's bed-tousled hair hung over his eyes and a layer of sweat troubled his pale forehead. He looked sick.
"Oh Nicky, what time is it?" he pressed the back of his hand to his brother's cheek, feeling the flushed skin. "God, Nick. You're burning up."
"I don't know what time it is. It's too hot to sleep," the youngest member of the Jonas Brothers tugged at the collar of his shirt, beads of sweat glistening on his skin, "I'm all sweaty."
Joe's gaze made its way from his brother's handsome face to the exposed flesh of his neck, watching the way it pulsated. He touched his finger to it, collecting a drop of sweat on his finger, "Let's get you out of this." Nick lifted his arms up without a word, while Joe tugged the sweat-dampened shirt over his brother's head. "Better?" Nick nodded.
Reaching over to the window beside his bed, Joe cracked it open, inviting a cool breeze inside which made Nick shiver at the cool contact on his skin. "Can you sleep now, Nicky?" Joe smoothed the damp curls on Nick's forehead, planting a gentle kiss on top of his head. Nick didn't seem to notice.
"I don't know. Can I stay here for a little while?" he looked sheepishly at Joe, but Joe didn't care if his sixteen-year-old brother was too old to climb into bed with him- he just wanted him near. He pulled the blanket back to let Nick slide in beside him, as he had done many nights in the past when the younger Jonas Brother would come in after having a bad dream or a restless night. "Thanks, Joe."
"Mmm. Love you, Nicky. G'night."
Nick rolled over on his side to face Joe, slinging an arm around his brother's neck. Joe's skin was tingling where his brother's sweaty flesh made contact with his own. He wondered what it would feel like to rub his hands over Nick's bare chest, to feel his damp skin, slippery beneath his fingers. Even though it was wrong to think such impure things about his own brother, the images in his mind were so vivid he had to bite his own lip to keep from groaning.
They were the same thoughts that plagued Joe every night when he laid in bed, a single wall separating him and his brother, although much more real now. He loved Nick more than he'd ever loved anyone or anything, so much that he often felt the urge to be physical with him. It came out in subtle ways- a lingering hug, a playful kiss on the cheek- but it was never enough.
They were so close now, if he just reached out he could touch him- but it would be wrong. It didn't feel wrong, but he knew that the love between two brothers was supposed be be only that and nothing more. Whatever this was, it was wrong, even if it didn't feel that way. It felt good to have Nick so near, the warmth radiating from his sleeping form exciting Joe in a way that overwhelmed him.
When Nick's breathing was steady and even, Joe slipped a hand into the waistband of his own boxers, caressing the soft skin and imagining it was Nick's calloused fingers on his belly. He let them slide lower until they found hardening flesh, making sure not to cause any movement that might startle his brother awake. He squeezed his cock lightly, feeling it stiffen in his grip with a hiss. Joe squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if it would make all the images running through his mind disappear.
With one hand working his aching dick at a painfully slow pace, Joe turned his head to the left to look at his brother. Nick's head was buried in the crook of Joe's neck, an arm wrapped loosely around it. His eyes were closed and he looked innocent, starkly contrasted against the sinful indecencies he was committing in Joe's vivid imagination. He looked childlike when he slept.
The older Jonas Brother bit down hard on his bottom lip to stifle the name that nearly escaped his lips, but in his head it echoed: Nick, Nick, Nick. Against his self control, Joe's hips were rocking upward into his own hand, each thrust into his sweaty fist drawing him closer to the edge. The bed was shaking, and Joe could see Nick's head lolling gently about on his shoulder as he abandoned his inhibitions and fucked his own hand.
Having his brother laying against him while he fantasized about all the things he would do to him was too much. Joe felt himself twitch in his hand and pumped at his cock furiously. At that moment Nick's eyes flew open, locking onto Joe's, but Joe couldn't stop what was about to happen. He stilled his hand but the orgasm overcame him anyway, and he spilled into his own hand, never tearing his gaze away from Nick's, "Oh shit, Nicky."
They lay staring at one another in silence, Joe trying to mask his heavy panting, and Nick just laying there chewing his bottom lip.
"Nick?" Joe cautiously asked after a long while. He wasn't entirely sure if Nick was aware of what just happened. It was possible he was too tired to realize that Joe had just masturbated beside him, but even so, it would be hard to talk his way out of. "Nicky, go back to sleep."
"I've been awake the whole time, Joe."
"You...you were awake?" Joe's heart sank. "Nick, I think...you should go back to your room now," Joe remained frozen in place, not daring to move from under the blanket, wishing he could shove his dick back into his boxers at the very least.
Nick ignored him, "I can't sleep."
"Shit Nick, just go to bed!" Joe couldn't bear for his brother to stay another minute while he laid here in miserable shame beside him. With any luck, Nick would think he only called out his name in surprise, but it didn't take away his feeling of guilt.
"I told you, I can't!" he threw the blanket off of himself, and Joe's cock twitched a little at the mere sight of him. Nick's hand was rested on his bare chest, still covered in a light sheen of sweat, while his flannel pajama pants hung so low his hips jutted out deliciously above the waistband. His pants were tented upward, displaying his arousal conspicuously.
"Nicky, what're you doing?" Joe was fighting the urge so hard to reach out and touch him, to brush his hand over the bulge in his brother's pants.
"I told you, I can't sleep," Nick looked flushed. His eyes were half-lidded and his lips parted just slightly, a weak breath escaping them. He looked how Joe felt, but the older Jonas Brother was sure it had to be his imagination. Joe couldn't talk, or move for that matter. His eyes were locked on his brother's arousal, not really understanding what any of this meant.
"Do you want to touch it, Joe?" his voice sounded so breathy and seductive, and Joe found himself getting worked up all over again at Nick's words.
"You don't know what you're saying, Nick. Y-you need to go to sleep." Joe was quickly discovering that he had better self-control than he ever thought himself capable of, but he didn't know how long that would last if Nick kept this up. "It's really, really late."
"Okay, good night, Joe," Nick rolled over on his side again to curl up into his older brother. Joe just laid there, his hand still resting on his own cock. He was becoming a bad influence for Nick, but it turned him on so much.
It wasn't very long before the bed was rocking gently, and Nick was shaking beside him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Joe knew exactly what his brother was doing, but he didn't think his self-control could withstand this.
"I told you, I can't sleep."
"I know, Nicky. Just try, okay?" he spared a glance over his shoulder at his brother, whose hand was tucked into the waistband of his pajamas, just as Joe had done to himself. Nick's arm was jerking quickly, and his head was thrown back and thrashing around on his brother's shoulder, not bothering to restrain himself.
"Mmmph."
That was all it took. Joe was past the point of return, his self control left forgotten somewhere between the mesmerizing sounds coming from Nick's mouth and his younger brother jerking himself off on his bed.
"Come here, Nicky," Joe reached his arms out, pulling his brother closer. He wanted to feel his body pressed up against him, beneath him. He loved Nick, and he wanted to make him feel good. If this was what Nick wanted, he would give it to him. God knows he wanted it, too. He placed gentle kisses all over Nick's face, running his finger's through his brother's messy curls. "I love you, okay?"
His hand found its way to Nick's chest, sliding his palm over the light muscles the way he imagined himself doing it before. His own dick was rock hard now, still poking out through the opening in his boxers, but he didn't care. Nick continued to rub at his own cock, his arm tucked into his pants. Joe pushed his brother's hand out of the way gently. Nick let him, but his hips raised up off the bed seeking contact.
Joe sat up, leaning over to slide the pajama pants down Nick's hips. His dick popped out from behind the waistband of the pants, dribbling precum from the tip, "Touch it, Joe."
Joe didn't need to be told a third time. He softly gripped the length of his brother's erection, feeling the weight of it in his hand. It was so warm, pulsating at his touch. Nick's hips thrusted up at him, searching desperately for more contact. Without hesitation, Joe slid his hand up the long length of his Nick's stiff cock, then back down again, "How does it feel?"
"Aahh, it's good, Joe. So...good," he breathed in sharply.
Joe jerked him off with slow, deliberate strokes, building Nick up with each pump of his fist. Nick was squirming on the bed, gripping the sheets like he was afraid he'd fall off if he let go. Seeing his little brother in such a vulnerable state was driving Joe crazy, and his own neglected cock was aching and throbbing between his legs. Suddenly Joe got up on his knees, letting the covers slide down his waist. His dick stood straight out, pointing at Nick. His younger brother just stared at it as his lips parted and his eyes went wide. Without a word, Joe made his way down the bed, positioning himself between Nick's legs.
"J-Joe...what're you...what're you doing?"
Joe stroked his brother's cheek with the back of his hand, "It's okay, Nicky. This is okay." Nick nodded.
Nick was oozing precum, and with the way his dick was twitching and pulsating, Joe wanted him in his mouth. He wanted to taste the salty droplets coating his hot flesh, and feel the length of it sliding between his lips.
"I'm going to suck it. I'm gonna suck your cock, Nicky."
"Joe...don't," Nick groaned as his hips lifted off the bed, betraying his words to desperately thrust at the air.
When Joe lowered his mouth to his brother's cock, he didn't consider the consequences of what he was about to do. Sure, he knew it wasn't what normal brothers do, but he loved Nick. It felt right, as long as they were together. If having a normal relationship with his brother meant he couldn't touch him, or couldn't be physical with him the way he always wanted to, then he didn't want to be normal.
Nick made amazing sounds when Joe's tongue slid down his shaft, biting his lip to keep from screaming out. Joe lapped at the droplets seeping from the tip, tasting his brother on his tongue, "you taste so good. Do you want me to suck it?" Nick nodded, seemingly unable to communicate words. "Say it," Joe pleaded.
"Joe...please. I can't." Nick thrashed around on the bed, desperately trying to get Joe's mouth on him once more. Joe knew his brother wanted this as much as much as he did.
"Please, Nicky? Tell me? I'll make you feel so good."
"Joe...s-suck me...p-please. Suck on my dick," Nick had tears in his eyes now, and Joe couldn't hold back any longer. He took the entire length of his brother's cock into his mouth.
Nick screamed out, and Joe had to put a hand over his little brother's mouth to quiet him. Joe sucked gently on his brother's dick, slowly sliding his lips over the length of it while Nick's hips thrusted at him rhythmically.
Joe took it deeper into his mouth, gagging a little as the head brushed against his throat. He would have done anything to make Nick shoot his load right then and there, to feel the warm rush of liquid dripping down his throat. He sucked harder, and Nick grabbed onto Joe's hair, his hips now thrusting wildly.
Joe came up for air, "That's it, fuck my mouth Nicky. Give it to me," and then wrapped his hand around the base to pump Nick's cock while he sucked on it faster. Nick was going crazy, tossing his head around on the pillow and biting his own fist to keep from crying out. His eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that tears were streaming down his cheek.
Joe couldn't get enough of his brother. It turned him on the way Nick was so vulnerable and needy, so willing to give all of himself to Joe, and in that moment he realized just how right this was.
He gave Nick's cock another squeeze and heard him cry out, "Ungh...Joe! I'm gonna-". Nick's cock spasmed and twitched, and Joe was rewarded with a hot load of his brother's cum shooting into his mouth before collapsing on top of him.
"God Nick, that was so hot," Joe rolled off of Nick to lay beside him, and arm slung over his waist now. "I freaking love you. You know that?" he placed a kiss to his brother's temple, but Nick was already asleep.