What. . .a Jonas fic? That can't be right.
Title: We Are All Our Own Devil (And We Make This World Our Hell) 1/?
Fandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Nick/OFC/Joe
“Do you want to drink?” Ellie asks casually. She runs a hand through her dark hair and turns her head in their direction, but Nick has the feeling that the question is directed more at Joe than at him. Joe knows this too, but he chances a glance at Nick anyway, seeking permission. Joe’s eyes are bright, hopeful and though they are all underage and Nick knows that it’s wrong, he doesn’t really have the heart to say no. Besides, he knows that Joe drinks. Jonas code of honor be damned, Joseph Adams Jonas does what he wants. Nick half-shrugs, half-nods and she smiles, hopping off the couch and disappearing into the kitchen.
She reappears and disappears a few times before she seems to be ready. She kneels in front of the coffee table and Joe slides from his spot on the couch next to Nick to join her on the floor. There are glasses of various sizes, an assortment of bottles and cans, and an ice bucket. “All right,” she claps her hands together. “Nick, you don’t drink like, at all, right?”
Nick shakes his head.
“I don’t want you to die from sugar overload, “she jokes,”so this is for you.” She hands him a four-pack of sugar-free Red Bull. “Not that I expect you to go through all of that. In fact, I don’t recommend it at all. You can shoot the vodka with the Red Bull or you can mix it.” She hands him both a shot glass and a plastic cup, signaling that it’s up to him.
Nick looks from her to Joe, but neither of them are paying attention to him any longer. She is instead asking Joe about “the last time” (which was obviously some time without Nick) and how he mentioned wanting a White Russian. When had hanging out at her place and watching movies turned into this? They are almost vulnerable, here alone in her apartment, but it feels good to not have to worry about his parents popping in to check on them or Kevin being in the room across the hall.
Ellie and Joe giggle about something and Nick looks down at his empty shot glass and his light blue can of Red Bull. He’s grateful that she remembered his diabetes, but then a thought occurs to him. “You had this all planned out,” he says suddenly.
She looks up from the drink she is mixing and smiles sheepishly. “Well . . . yeah, kinda. I mean, really all the blame lies with Joe. He said you needed to loosen up.” She nudges Joe.
Joe looks up at her. “Oh, yeah, and you were so hesitant about it.”
“What can I say? I like corrupting America’s youth,” she playfully waggles her eyebrows.
“Don’t I know it,” Joe mutters with a grin.
The apprehension Nick is feeling must cross his face because Joe leans into him, his shoulder hitting Nick’s knee, and looks up at him, gesturing for Nick to bend down. Nick leans down to hear his brother say: “Come on, Nicky. It’ll be fun. We’re not trying to get you drunk and if you don’t want to drink it then don’t. Just don’t be angry with me, ok?” And then Joe makes the pleading face that gets Nick every single time and Nick helplessly slides down to the floor beside him.
She has mixed Joe’s drink and another by now. She hands the White Russian to Joe and the other cup to Nick. “I thought about it and vodka is gross to drink straight if you’ve never drank liquor before, so I mixed this for you.”
At least she was considerate in her corruption.
Two cups of Red Bull and vodka and one shot (that he winced through) later, Nick is lounging on the couch trying to get used to the haze in his head and all of the energy rushing through his veins. They had cut him off after his shot, but had continued sipping from shared glasses. It makes him feel out of the loop when they do that, so he is happy when Ellie declares that they’ve had enough and are not going to drink anymore. “We’re not trying to get drunk,” she reminds Joe as they finish off a shared glass of . . . something (Nick hadn’t been paying attention when she mixed it).
“Right!” Joe exclaims. He turns to Nick, throwing his arm around his little brother’s shoulders. “This was about Baby Nick drinking for the first time and relaxing! How do you feel, Nicky?”
Nick laughs easily. Usually he would be pissed if Joe called him “Baby Nick” in front of someone else, but not tonight. “I feel good. I wanna . . . God, I don’t know . . . rock climb or dance or something right now.”
She and Joe laugh at him and she stands, going over to the CD player. “Let me help you with that. “ She changes the CD and something loud and fast begins to blare from the speakers. She dances over to them, surprisingly graceful considering the amount of alcohol Nick has actually watched her consume. “Come on, Nick J.” She holds her hands out and he allows her to pull him up, needing to burn off all of his new-found energy.
He moves with her body to the beat and her hands go to his waist, pulling him closer. He’s confused by the dynamics of her relationship with Joe, so he’s unsure as to whether his proximity will be a problem. The question is answered for him after the lights go off and party lights are turned on, flashing and spinning from the ceiling, creating a club effect that makes Nick dizzy with its suddenness. Joe brushes past Nick and settles himself against her backside, two full shot glasses in one hand and a Red Bull in the other, not even sparing a second glance at the way she is dancing against his younger brother.
“I thought that we were done,” she chides him even as she takes one of the shot glasses he offers over her shoulder; she and Joe down them simultaneously.
They set the glasses nearby and Joe opens the Red Bull and takes a swig from it before handing it to her and gripping her hips with both hands. “We are. Those were just parting shots.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes, turning back to Nick, drinking from the Red Bull and then handing the can to him. He checks and yes, it’s sugar-free so he drinks from it and sets it down with the discarded shot glasses.
Though Ellie’s hands are on his hips, he is trying his best to resist the urge to touch her, his hands awkwardly in the air. “You can touch me, you know.” She says and Nick knows that Joe can hear because he is staring directly into his eyes now.
Nick shakes his head. “I don’t think that -“
“Oh, come on, Nick,” Joe interrupts. “This is supposed to be about having fun.” His hands find Nick’s and move them to her hips. Joe steps in closer to sandwich her tighter between their bodies, his hands holding Nick’s in place.
“Relax,” she smiles and her teeth are flashed red in the light.
He finds that it’s easy to do, he can just forget himself in the thumping bass of the music and the way the room seems to swim as the lights flash across the floor and walls. He feels pleasantly warm pressed against her with Joe’s hands still gripping his own.
Time spins away from him and songs play one after the other. Who knows how much time has passed and have either of them called their parents to tell them that they’re probably not going to make it home tonight? And how did he get here on the couch again? Joe is sitting cross-legged next to him taking pictures and Nick looks down, realizing that he’s wearing a white sundress over his jeans. When the hell did that happen? Joe is giggling and yelling something and Nick notices that Joe is wearing Nick’s vest over his own hoodie and T-shirt. Nick starts giggling too because God, he knows that they probably look ridiculous and this is just too freaking funny.
Ellie is still dancing, wearing Nick’s T-shirt over her jeans now that he has on her dress. She also has on Joe’s sunglasses, hat, and scarf. Her arms are stretched over her head and the sultry dance that she is doing seems to be missing a pole while she makes faces at them and giggles, too. Her skin glows blue and then red and then yellow and then green as the lights flash over and over and over her body.
He is vaguely aware of Joe repeatedly poking him in the side and saying “Pay attention to me, Nicky! Pay attention to me!”
He gently slaps Joe’s hands away, laughing as Joe tackles him off the couch, both of them barely missing hitting the edge of the coffee table.
“Oh! Don’t kill him!” Ellie laughs and Nick is unsure to which of them she is talking as he rolls and pins Joe beneath him, fingers digging into Joe’s sides and Joe is actually squealing now. He sounds and looks so undignified that Nick is completely overwhelmed with a chuckling fit which turns into a sharp gasp when Joe bucks his hips up into Nick’s. The warmth that flashes through him is perverse, shocking, and completely unwanted at the moment, but Joe doesn’t notice. He just uses Nick’s lack of focus to his advantage and rolls Nick onto his back, pinning Nick’s arms above his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nick can see Ellie pushing her coffee table out of the way, mumbling something about them wrecking her apartment, but he can still hear the amusement in her voice.
“Pay attention to me, Nick!” Joe commands again, using one hand to hold Nick’s wrists above his head and the other to tickle him.
“Joe ... Joe!” Nick is back to giggling and squirming beneath Joe. He’s stronger than Joe and could probably easily break free, but being pinned like this is . . . nice in a weird way. Nick is winded now and Joe sits on him, a smug look on his face. “Are you listening now, Nicholas?”
“Yes, Joseph. What do you want?”
“I wanna tell you something!”
“Do it and get off of me! You’re heavy!”
Joe leans closer to Nick, his nose brushing Nick’s cheek as he says “I think I like you when you’re drunk. You should -“Joe pauses to giggle in his ear. “You should drink more often.”
Nick has a problem right now and Joe is not helping it by sitting on him and whispering in his ear, hot breath blowing across Nick’s face. It had started with the dancing, grinding tightly into the warmth of Ellie with Joe watching him and basically holding his arms captive until he trusted that Nick had sufficiently relaxed and would keep them there of his own volition. At one point in the dancing, Joe’s hand had snaked around her waist and traveled southward so that when she ground against Nick, Nick’s crotch grinding against either her thigh or Joe’s hand. It was torture, plain and simple. Now Joe is straddling him, eyes unfocused, with a happy, goofy smile on his face. “I’m glad you’re my brother, Nick,” he declares and kisses him sloppily on the cheek, near the corner of his mouth. Nick wonders what would happen if he had turned his head just a fraction of an inch at that moment. . .
He’s not given enough time to consider the idea because as Ellie tries to walk past, Joe grabs her legs and brings her crashing down onto Nick.
“Oww, you’re gonna break my sternum!” Nick complains, laughing as both she and Joe roll over him. Soon all three of them are wrestling across the floor, knocking into each other as they all fight for dominance, laughing all the while.
“I’m hot,” Joe complains as they take a breather. He rises to his knees and begins trying to tear off Nick’s vest and his own hoodie. Nick kneels to help him. From her position on the floor beneath them, Ellie pulls ineffectually at the hoodie. Joe finally manages to get both layers of clothing off, clumsily stumbling back.
“Oww! You’re on my hair!” she laughs, swatting his thigh and holding her hair at the roots to lessen whatever pain Joe is causing.
“Yeah, Joe!” Nick hauls her from under Joe once Joe lifts his knee and he clumsily pulls her with him as he sinks into a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. They laugh lazily, breathless. She leans all of her weight back into Nick who is leaning on the palms of his hands and they watch Joe. Joe’s smile seemingly slides from his face in the brief flash of blue that glides over him and for a moment Nick worries that Joe is mad until Joe dives forward, knocking them both onto their backs and they are all laughing again.
Joe grabs Ellie and rolls onto his back, causing her to straddle him. Nick is on his back next to them, arms spread out as he watches them, hypnotized by the lines of their bodies shifting into one mass underneath the lights. She says something and Joe laughs. Betrayal flashes through Nick, poisonous and quick as he watches the way that Joe’s hands map up her back with familiarity and the way her hands cup his face, fingertips brushing over his cheekbones and lips. He doesn’t understand why he feels so jealous. At some point they’ve obviously been together and done things and not included Nick, but that shouldn’t matter because he and Joe are allowed to have their own separate friends and do their own thing apart from each other, aren’t they?
Ellie leans forward and Joe leans up; the second before her dark hair falls forward and veils them from Nick’s eyes, he sees their lips meet. He props himself up on one elbow, his mouth falling open. Joe grasps her hair and Nick is now able to see them, their mouths moving together, tongues coaxing and gliding hotly. She makes little breathless sounds, grinding her hips into Joe’s, causing him to groan and Nick kinda wants to die right now, because this image and those sounds will be burned into his memory forever.
She leans back and quickly rids herself of Nick’s t-shirt, full breasts bared now and Joe’s hands go to them automatically.
“Oh.” Nick says stupidly. As if to say: “Oh, that’s what’s happening.” He feels ashamed, turned on . . . left out. “Oh.” He repeats it as he sits up, realizing that he is still wearing her dress and now he’s just a useless boy in half-drag.
Fandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Nick/OFC/Joe
“Do you want to drink?” Ellie asks casually. She runs a hand through her dark hair and turns her head in their direction, but Nick has the feeling that the question is directed more at Joe than at him. Joe knows this too, but he chances a glance at Nick anyway, seeking permission. Joe’s eyes are bright, hopeful and though they are all underage and Nick knows that it’s wrong, he doesn’t really have the heart to say no. Besides, he knows that Joe drinks. Jonas code of honor be damned, Joseph Adams Jonas does what he wants. Nick half-shrugs, half-nods and she smiles, hopping off the couch and disappearing into the kitchen.
She reappears and disappears a few times before she seems to be ready. She kneels in front of the coffee table and Joe slides from his spot on the couch next to Nick to join her on the floor. There are glasses of various sizes, an assortment of bottles and cans, and an ice bucket. “All right,” she claps her hands together. “Nick, you don’t drink like, at all, right?”
Nick shakes his head.
“I don’t want you to die from sugar overload, “she jokes,”so this is for you.” She hands him a four-pack of sugar-free Red Bull. “Not that I expect you to go through all of that. In fact, I don’t recommend it at all. You can shoot the vodka with the Red Bull or you can mix it.” She hands him both a shot glass and a plastic cup, signaling that it’s up to him.
Nick looks from her to Joe, but neither of them are paying attention to him any longer. She is instead asking Joe about “the last time” (which was obviously some time without Nick) and how he mentioned wanting a White Russian. When had hanging out at her place and watching movies turned into this? They are almost vulnerable, here alone in her apartment, but it feels good to not have to worry about his parents popping in to check on them or Kevin being in the room across the hall.
Ellie and Joe giggle about something and Nick looks down at his empty shot glass and his light blue can of Red Bull. He’s grateful that she remembered his diabetes, but then a thought occurs to him. “You had this all planned out,” he says suddenly.
She looks up from the drink she is mixing and smiles sheepishly. “Well . . . yeah, kinda. I mean, really all the blame lies with Joe. He said you needed to loosen up.” She nudges Joe.
Joe looks up at her. “Oh, yeah, and you were so hesitant about it.”
“What can I say? I like corrupting America’s youth,” she playfully waggles her eyebrows.
“Don’t I know it,” Joe mutters with a grin.
The apprehension Nick is feeling must cross his face because Joe leans into him, his shoulder hitting Nick’s knee, and looks up at him, gesturing for Nick to bend down. Nick leans down to hear his brother say: “Come on, Nicky. It’ll be fun. We’re not trying to get you drunk and if you don’t want to drink it then don’t. Just don’t be angry with me, ok?” And then Joe makes the pleading face that gets Nick every single time and Nick helplessly slides down to the floor beside him.
She has mixed Joe’s drink and another by now. She hands the White Russian to Joe and the other cup to Nick. “I thought about it and vodka is gross to drink straight if you’ve never drank liquor before, so I mixed this for you.”
At least she was considerate in her corruption.
Two cups of Red Bull and vodka and one shot (that he winced through) later, Nick is lounging on the couch trying to get used to the haze in his head and all of the energy rushing through his veins. They had cut him off after his shot, but had continued sipping from shared glasses. It makes him feel out of the loop when they do that, so he is happy when Ellie declares that they’ve had enough and are not going to drink anymore. “We’re not trying to get drunk,” she reminds Joe as they finish off a shared glass of . . . something (Nick hadn’t been paying attention when she mixed it).
“Right!” Joe exclaims. He turns to Nick, throwing his arm around his little brother’s shoulders. “This was about Baby Nick drinking for the first time and relaxing! How do you feel, Nicky?”
Nick laughs easily. Usually he would be pissed if Joe called him “Baby Nick” in front of someone else, but not tonight. “I feel good. I wanna . . . God, I don’t know . . . rock climb or dance or something right now.”
She and Joe laugh at him and she stands, going over to the CD player. “Let me help you with that. “ She changes the CD and something loud and fast begins to blare from the speakers. She dances over to them, surprisingly graceful considering the amount of alcohol Nick has actually watched her consume. “Come on, Nick J.” She holds her hands out and he allows her to pull him up, needing to burn off all of his new-found energy.
He moves with her body to the beat and her hands go to his waist, pulling him closer. He’s confused by the dynamics of her relationship with Joe, so he’s unsure as to whether his proximity will be a problem. The question is answered for him after the lights go off and party lights are turned on, flashing and spinning from the ceiling, creating a club effect that makes Nick dizzy with its suddenness. Joe brushes past Nick and settles himself against her backside, two full shot glasses in one hand and a Red Bull in the other, not even sparing a second glance at the way she is dancing against his younger brother.
“I thought that we were done,” she chides him even as she takes one of the shot glasses he offers over her shoulder; she and Joe down them simultaneously.
They set the glasses nearby and Joe opens the Red Bull and takes a swig from it before handing it to her and gripping her hips with both hands. “We are. Those were just parting shots.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes, turning back to Nick, drinking from the Red Bull and then handing the can to him. He checks and yes, it’s sugar-free so he drinks from it and sets it down with the discarded shot glasses.
Though Ellie’s hands are on his hips, he is trying his best to resist the urge to touch her, his hands awkwardly in the air. “You can touch me, you know.” She says and Nick knows that Joe can hear because he is staring directly into his eyes now.
Nick shakes his head. “I don’t think that -“
“Oh, come on, Nick,” Joe interrupts. “This is supposed to be about having fun.” His hands find Nick’s and move them to her hips. Joe steps in closer to sandwich her tighter between their bodies, his hands holding Nick’s in place.
“Relax,” she smiles and her teeth are flashed red in the light.
He finds that it’s easy to do, he can just forget himself in the thumping bass of the music and the way the room seems to swim as the lights flash across the floor and walls. He feels pleasantly warm pressed against her with Joe’s hands still gripping his own.
Time spins away from him and songs play one after the other. Who knows how much time has passed and have either of them called their parents to tell them that they’re probably not going to make it home tonight? And how did he get here on the couch again? Joe is sitting cross-legged next to him taking pictures and Nick looks down, realizing that he’s wearing a white sundress over his jeans. When the hell did that happen? Joe is giggling and yelling something and Nick notices that Joe is wearing Nick’s vest over his own hoodie and T-shirt. Nick starts giggling too because God, he knows that they probably look ridiculous and this is just too freaking funny.
Ellie is still dancing, wearing Nick’s T-shirt over her jeans now that he has on her dress. She also has on Joe’s sunglasses, hat, and scarf. Her arms are stretched over her head and the sultry dance that she is doing seems to be missing a pole while she makes faces at them and giggles, too. Her skin glows blue and then red and then yellow and then green as the lights flash over and over and over her body.
He is vaguely aware of Joe repeatedly poking him in the side and saying “Pay attention to me, Nicky! Pay attention to me!”
He gently slaps Joe’s hands away, laughing as Joe tackles him off the couch, both of them barely missing hitting the edge of the coffee table.
“Oh! Don’t kill him!” Ellie laughs and Nick is unsure to which of them she is talking as he rolls and pins Joe beneath him, fingers digging into Joe’s sides and Joe is actually squealing now. He sounds and looks so undignified that Nick is completely overwhelmed with a chuckling fit which turns into a sharp gasp when Joe bucks his hips up into Nick’s. The warmth that flashes through him is perverse, shocking, and completely unwanted at the moment, but Joe doesn’t notice. He just uses Nick’s lack of focus to his advantage and rolls Nick onto his back, pinning Nick’s arms above his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nick can see Ellie pushing her coffee table out of the way, mumbling something about them wrecking her apartment, but he can still hear the amusement in her voice.
“Pay attention to me, Nick!” Joe commands again, using one hand to hold Nick’s wrists above his head and the other to tickle him.
“Joe ... Joe!” Nick is back to giggling and squirming beneath Joe. He’s stronger than Joe and could probably easily break free, but being pinned like this is . . . nice in a weird way. Nick is winded now and Joe sits on him, a smug look on his face. “Are you listening now, Nicholas?”
“Yes, Joseph. What do you want?”
“I wanna tell you something!”
“Do it and get off of me! You’re heavy!”
Joe leans closer to Nick, his nose brushing Nick’s cheek as he says “I think I like you when you’re drunk. You should -“Joe pauses to giggle in his ear. “You should drink more often.”
Nick has a problem right now and Joe is not helping it by sitting on him and whispering in his ear, hot breath blowing across Nick’s face. It had started with the dancing, grinding tightly into the warmth of Ellie with Joe watching him and basically holding his arms captive until he trusted that Nick had sufficiently relaxed and would keep them there of his own volition. At one point in the dancing, Joe’s hand had snaked around her waist and traveled southward so that when she ground against Nick, Nick’s crotch grinding against either her thigh or Joe’s hand. It was torture, plain and simple. Now Joe is straddling him, eyes unfocused, with a happy, goofy smile on his face. “I’m glad you’re my brother, Nick,” he declares and kisses him sloppily on the cheek, near the corner of his mouth. Nick wonders what would happen if he had turned his head just a fraction of an inch at that moment. . .
He’s not given enough time to consider the idea because as Ellie tries to walk past, Joe grabs her legs and brings her crashing down onto Nick.
“Oww, you’re gonna break my sternum!” Nick complains, laughing as both she and Joe roll over him. Soon all three of them are wrestling across the floor, knocking into each other as they all fight for dominance, laughing all the while.
“I’m hot,” Joe complains as they take a breather. He rises to his knees and begins trying to tear off Nick’s vest and his own hoodie. Nick kneels to help him. From her position on the floor beneath them, Ellie pulls ineffectually at the hoodie. Joe finally manages to get both layers of clothing off, clumsily stumbling back.
“Oww! You’re on my hair!” she laughs, swatting his thigh and holding her hair at the roots to lessen whatever pain Joe is causing.
“Yeah, Joe!” Nick hauls her from under Joe once Joe lifts his knee and he clumsily pulls her with him as he sinks into a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. They laugh lazily, breathless. She leans all of her weight back into Nick who is leaning on the palms of his hands and they watch Joe. Joe’s smile seemingly slides from his face in the brief flash of blue that glides over him and for a moment Nick worries that Joe is mad until Joe dives forward, knocking them both onto their backs and they are all laughing again.
Joe grabs Ellie and rolls onto his back, causing her to straddle him. Nick is on his back next to them, arms spread out as he watches them, hypnotized by the lines of their bodies shifting into one mass underneath the lights. She says something and Joe laughs. Betrayal flashes through Nick, poisonous and quick as he watches the way that Joe’s hands map up her back with familiarity and the way her hands cup his face, fingertips brushing over his cheekbones and lips. He doesn’t understand why he feels so jealous. At some point they’ve obviously been together and done things and not included Nick, but that shouldn’t matter because he and Joe are allowed to have their own separate friends and do their own thing apart from each other, aren’t they?
Ellie leans forward and Joe leans up; the second before her dark hair falls forward and veils them from Nick’s eyes, he sees their lips meet. He props himself up on one elbow, his mouth falling open. Joe grasps her hair and Nick is now able to see them, their mouths moving together, tongues coaxing and gliding hotly. She makes little breathless sounds, grinding her hips into Joe’s, causing him to groan and Nick kinda wants to die right now, because this image and those sounds will be burned into his memory forever.
She leans back and quickly rids herself of Nick’s t-shirt, full breasts bared now and Joe’s hands go to them automatically.
“Oh.” Nick says stupidly. As if to say: “Oh, that’s what’s happening.” He feels ashamed, turned on . . . left out. “Oh.” He repeats it as he sits up, realizing that he is still wearing her dress and now he’s just a useless boy in half-drag.