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Title: It's Your Birthday
Pairing: Joick
Rating: PG-13
Length: 927 Words
Warnings: Incest, Implied Sex
Prompt: "Nick and Joe have been together for a year and Joe hasn't kissed Nick yet, so for his seventeenth birthday, Joe gets him their first kiss. :]" for severus_falter over at the "Nick Jonas is almost legal!" challenge. :)
Summary: Nick’s face slowly moves toward him, closing the few inches that remain between them. Joe feels his heart rate picking up, feels himself begin to tremor, and Oh my God, it’s actually happening.
Genre: FLUFF. OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS. SO MUCH FLUFF.
It's Your Birthday
To say Joe is nervous would be serious understatement. If he had his choice, he would probably use something more like stricken with terror. Yeah, that would probably be a more accurate description. Because he’s been “with” Nick for over a year now. It’s just been something of an emotional relationship, an extension of what they’ve always been.
The only real difference between being with Nick and being with Nick so far has been that they don’t sleep in separate beds anymore. They request double rooms. They're rarely apart. They hold hands in private. But nothing else. Not really. They’re still brothers, and Joe has had a hard time wrapping his mind around being able to do other things with Nick. But now…now he feels like he’s ready.
He isn’t sure if it’s the idea that Nick is one step closer to legal (which, honestly, this would be illegal if Nick were 17 or 70) or the simple fact that it’s been a whole year and Joe has yet to tell Nick that he loves him like that. It’s been implied, sure, but up until now, he’s been too afraid to actually say the words.
When the door to their hotel room closes behind them, he feels like a twelve year old girl dancing her first slow dance in the school gym. He eyes Nick’s back carefully, watches the way his brother’s shoulders slump from fatigue, smiling softly at the sigh of relief that comes from Nick’s lips when he strips off his shirt and flops spread-eagled onto the bed.
Joe knows that he probably looks really awkward and really weird still just standing at the door, clutching at the bag on his shoulder like it’s a life raft, but when his palms start to sweat and his fingers start to shake, he doesn’t really know what else to do.
“Are you coming to bed?” Nick asks, voice muffled by the down comforter that he’s laying face down in.
“Y-yeah,” Joe says slowly, toeing off his shoes and swallowing roughly as he undoes the zipper to his jeans. Once he’s managed to curl up next to Nick’s sprawling form, he tentatively reaches out a quivering hand to thread through his brother’s curls. “Nicky,” he mutters, and gets a grunt in response. “Nicky, look at me.”
Nick turns his head slowly, eyes filled with an adoration that is too intense for him to process. Joe closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts before trusting himself to speak again.
“I…I love you,” Joe whispers, hand still in Nick’s curls, eyes still closed. “I love you so much.” He feels a hand on his cheek, gentle and calloused and warm, and he peeks out from under his eyelashes.
“Joey,” Nick says, voice soft and cracked with something Joe hasn’t really heard before. Nick usually isn’t one for mushy, emotional displays, so Joe is surprised when Nick’s eyes start to glisten, when his cheeks flush pink and he swallows hard, like he’s trying to get past a lump in his throat.
Nick’s face slowly moves toward him, closing the few inches that remain between them. Joe feels his heart rate picking up, feels himself begin to tremor, and Oh my God, it’s actually happening. But then, just as simply as it always seems in all the movies, Nick’s lips are ghosting over his, gentle and perfect and as easily as breathing.
And this is good. No, this is better than good. This is perfect. Joe whines low in his throat and stretches his body out to wrap around Nick’s, his hand finding the back of his brother’s head and deepening the kiss. Nick slowly moves over him, straddling his hips, propping himself on his elbows and tangling their fingers above Joe’s head.
“I love you,” Nick gasps out between kisses. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.”
Joe feels like he’s burning up from the inside, feels like he’s going to catch fire and explode, and it’s the best he’s ever felt. Now he knows what all of the songs and the movies and the books talk about when they mention that perfect moment, that moment of absolute clarity that tells you that you're just in the right place at the right time, with the right person.
He has this incredible flash in his mind of him and Nick kissing at the top of the Eifel Tower; of them curled up in a villa somewhere in Spain; of them lying in a bed together, completely naked and only needing each other. Hundreds of scenes race through his mind, each better and more appealing than the last.
He’s brought crashing back to reality by the slow grind of Nick's hips on his, and he hears the groan coming from his own lips, Nick’s tongue swipes gently across his lower lip. And the images of their future change, become more provocative and more domestic at the same time. He sees himself and Nick as old men, watching TV together in a house with a white picket fence; at the same time, he has this picture of himself bent over the desk in the Oval Office, Nick grunting and panting behind him.
It’s their future. It’s their lives. He fumbles for Nick’s zipper, moaning low in his throat, and just knows that he’s Nick’s girl, that this is forever, that this is going to last.
And as Nick is moving inside him moments later, Joe can’t do anything but gasp out, “I love you, oh my God, I love you,” knowing that he’ll never stop saying it.
Pairing: Joick
Rating: PG-13
Length: 927 Words
Warnings: Incest, Implied Sex
Prompt: "Nick and Joe have been together for a year and Joe hasn't kissed Nick yet, so for his seventeenth birthday, Joe gets him their first kiss. :]" for severus_falter over at the "Nick Jonas is almost legal!" challenge. :)
Summary: Nick’s face slowly moves toward him, closing the few inches that remain between them. Joe feels his heart rate picking up, feels himself begin to tremor, and Oh my God, it’s actually happening.
Genre: FLUFF. OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS. SO MUCH FLUFF.
It's Your Birthday
To say Joe is nervous would be serious understatement. If he had his choice, he would probably use something more like stricken with terror. Yeah, that would probably be a more accurate description. Because he’s been “with” Nick for over a year now. It’s just been something of an emotional relationship, an extension of what they’ve always been.
The only real difference between being with Nick and being with Nick so far has been that they don’t sleep in separate beds anymore. They request double rooms. They're rarely apart. They hold hands in private. But nothing else. Not really. They’re still brothers, and Joe has had a hard time wrapping his mind around being able to do other things with Nick. But now…now he feels like he’s ready.
He isn’t sure if it’s the idea that Nick is one step closer to legal (which, honestly, this would be illegal if Nick were 17 or 70) or the simple fact that it’s been a whole year and Joe has yet to tell Nick that he loves him like that. It’s been implied, sure, but up until now, he’s been too afraid to actually say the words.
When the door to their hotel room closes behind them, he feels like a twelve year old girl dancing her first slow dance in the school gym. He eyes Nick’s back carefully, watches the way his brother’s shoulders slump from fatigue, smiling softly at the sigh of relief that comes from Nick’s lips when he strips off his shirt and flops spread-eagled onto the bed.
Joe knows that he probably looks really awkward and really weird still just standing at the door, clutching at the bag on his shoulder like it’s a life raft, but when his palms start to sweat and his fingers start to shake, he doesn’t really know what else to do.
“Are you coming to bed?” Nick asks, voice muffled by the down comforter that he’s laying face down in.
“Y-yeah,” Joe says slowly, toeing off his shoes and swallowing roughly as he undoes the zipper to his jeans. Once he’s managed to curl up next to Nick’s sprawling form, he tentatively reaches out a quivering hand to thread through his brother’s curls. “Nicky,” he mutters, and gets a grunt in response. “Nicky, look at me.”
Nick turns his head slowly, eyes filled with an adoration that is too intense for him to process. Joe closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts before trusting himself to speak again.
“I…I love you,” Joe whispers, hand still in Nick’s curls, eyes still closed. “I love you so much.” He feels a hand on his cheek, gentle and calloused and warm, and he peeks out from under his eyelashes.
“Joey,” Nick says, voice soft and cracked with something Joe hasn’t really heard before. Nick usually isn’t one for mushy, emotional displays, so Joe is surprised when Nick’s eyes start to glisten, when his cheeks flush pink and he swallows hard, like he’s trying to get past a lump in his throat.
Nick’s face slowly moves toward him, closing the few inches that remain between them. Joe feels his heart rate picking up, feels himself begin to tremor, and Oh my God, it’s actually happening. But then, just as simply as it always seems in all the movies, Nick’s lips are ghosting over his, gentle and perfect and as easily as breathing.
And this is good. No, this is better than good. This is perfect. Joe whines low in his throat and stretches his body out to wrap around Nick’s, his hand finding the back of his brother’s head and deepening the kiss. Nick slowly moves over him, straddling his hips, propping himself on his elbows and tangling their fingers above Joe’s head.
“I love you,” Nick gasps out between kisses. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.”
Joe feels like he’s burning up from the inside, feels like he’s going to catch fire and explode, and it’s the best he’s ever felt. Now he knows what all of the songs and the movies and the books talk about when they mention that perfect moment, that moment of absolute clarity that tells you that you're just in the right place at the right time, with the right person.
He has this incredible flash in his mind of him and Nick kissing at the top of the Eifel Tower; of them curled up in a villa somewhere in Spain; of them lying in a bed together, completely naked and only needing each other. Hundreds of scenes race through his mind, each better and more appealing than the last.
He’s brought crashing back to reality by the slow grind of Nick's hips on his, and he hears the groan coming from his own lips, Nick’s tongue swipes gently across his lower lip. And the images of their future change, become more provocative and more domestic at the same time. He sees himself and Nick as old men, watching TV together in a house with a white picket fence; at the same time, he has this picture of himself bent over the desk in the Oval Office, Nick grunting and panting behind him.
It’s their future. It’s their lives. He fumbles for Nick’s zipper, moaning low in his throat, and just knows that he’s Nick’s girl, that this is forever, that this is going to last.
And as Nick is moving inside him moments later, Joe can’t do anything but gasp out, “I love you, oh my God, I love you,” knowing that he’ll never stop saying it.