Blacklight/PG/Jovin
Title: Blacklight
Rating: PG
Warning: They kiss
Summary:
Disclaimer: It ain't real, sweetcheeks.
A/N: Idfk know what this is but reading it makes my heart feel warm, and hopefully it does the same for you guys! :)
The day momma Jonas came home from the hospital with an infant Joe was probably the best day of Kevin’s life. The tiny baby in his mother’s arms amazed Kevin, his tiny hands, his tiny nose, and his tiny little feet.
Denise sat on the couch, holding her newborn son and Kevin sat down right next to her, his hazel eyes never leaving his little brother, his mouth open a little bit as he stared. Joe had opened his eyes later that day, and Kevin smiled when they landed on him.
In that very moment, Kevin a little tug at the edges on his heart and it made him squirm slightly and as he reached out take Joe’s little hand, and his brother responded by grabbing onto his finger and squeezing, Kevin knew he was different, but just didn’t know how.
*
For the next three years, before Nick was born, Kevin was constantly beside Joe, and Joe was constantly by Kevin. Their mother would watch her eldest son play with her youngest and it made her so happy that they were getting along so well.
The fall after Joe’s first birthday, they went outside a lot. Their mom would lie out a blanket on the grass, underneath the oak tree and set Joe down while he read a book and Kevin played with him.
The sun would shine through the orange and brown and yellow leaves and cast intricate shadows upon the children. A slight wind would pass through, rustling the fallen leaves and Kevin’s hair. The air smelled of fall and it was the perfect atmosphere for falling asleep, and that’s what happened most times.
Kevin and Joe would tire out and with Joe securely cradled in Kevin’s arms, they would fall asleep on the blanket. Occasionally their mom would take a picture and then go back to her book and wake them up about half an hour later, their eyes heavy with the lingering feelings of sleep.
Once Joe reached an age where he could kind of talk and kind of wobble around, he followed Kevin almost everywhere. Always babbling on and on in his broken and hard to understand three-year-old language that only his older brother really understood.
When Nick was born, Kevin took a huge interest in him. Probably mainly because he was so different than Joe was as a baby. While Joe would squirm and squeal and grab Kevin’s fingers, Nick just stared at him, and slept.
So, basically, Nick was boring but Kevin found him interesting anyway. Kevin would spend time trying to get reactions out of Nick as Joe would pout and watching jealously from afar. Joe would watch Kevin focus on Nick, feeling ever so sad because he thought that Kevin didn’t love him anymore, and that was probably Joe’s worst fear at the time.
*
One day, when Joe came home from preschool and while Kevin was still in class, Joe was sitting in the playroom with Nick. He was complaining about the one-year-old, to the one-year-old and after Joe asked him, “How do ya think ya are, bucko?” Nick crawled over to Joe and planted himself in Joe’s lap.
Joe looked down at Nick, who looked back up at him, and when Joe started to ask him what he thought he was doing, Nick slapped a drooly hand over his mouth and said, “Uss O!” Which was probably meant to be, “Hush, Joe!”
Joe sighed in defeat and just let his little brother smack his face and chant, ‘Uss O! Uss O! Uss O!” Over and over again.
*
Kevin started to like Joe when he was 15, and he was 18. At first, he wasn’t sure he got a little nervous when talking to Joe, why he thought about him so much, and why, when he jacked off, he thought of Joe.
When it dawned on him, he was scared. Terrified. Because that was wrong, so wrong. You weren’t supposed to like your brother! It just wasn’t right, but eventually Kevin just accepted it and decided to ignore it, hoping it was just a phase and that it would pass.
But when it didn’t Kevin became scared again, because he didn’t want to feel this way towards Joe but he really didn’t seem to have a choice so he didn’t try to hide from it, he just let it consume him. So that then, he viewed Joe as this amazing person who was beyond attractive and made his heart swell.
Joe, on the other hand, did not start to have feelings for Kevin until he was 17, when the Jonas Brothers began to become better known. His feelings started out subtler, he started to notice little things about Kevin and almost admire him for them.
Like, before Joe viewed Kevin’s enthusiasm as just, well, Kevin’s enthusiasm but suddenly it became Kevin being really cute and amusing. Also, before, Joe viewed Kevin’s constant concern and worry for him as annoying but then he viewed it as sweet and caring.
Once he came to the realization that he was, indeed, in love Kevin, he wanted to cry, and he did a little. But he learned to accept it and then thought that he viewed Kevin as if he was under a black light of sorts. A black light that made Kevin’s so called ‘normal’ qualities shone the brightest to him and made his older brother even more appealing.
Qualities like Kevin’s freckles, like his dimples, like his arms, like his hands, and like his adorable laugh. It had gotten to a point where Joe could only handle Kevin in small doses because after a while he’d start staring and hardly pays attention to anyone else besides Kevin.
*
Joe doesn’t like their new home in Texas. He doesn’t like how big it is and how it seems almost unlived in. It’s too nice for Joe’s liking. He liked their smaller homes in LA and Jersey, he liked how the wear and tear of their living in it was visible and you could find little traces of everyone in them.
This new house, it’s a house, not home. For some strange reason, this house is always so clean. There’s never any shoes left at the staircase or Frankie’s toys lying around. But most of all, he doesn’t like how far away Kevin’s room is from his: It’s all the way downstairs.
That’s just, not right for him. Joe remembers the times when he was younger and he would go to Kevin’s room when he had a bad dream, or when he couldn’t sleep. The nineteen-year-old was currently spacing out in front of his computer, and he had realized that Kevin and him had always had a more than brotherly relationship. Just the fact that it had always been that way. Had made it seem natural; seem normal to them that they didn’t even notice. To them, it was just how they were with each other.
Even nowadays, Joe was closer to Kevin in different, more meaningful ways than he was with Nick. With Nick, he was closer in a more… physical way. With Kevin, it was mental. With Kevin, they connected in how they spoke to each other, they were just naturally drawn together and Joe supposes that’s why he loved him something fierce.
So, as Joe sits in front of his computer, thinking about Kevin. And as Kevin lied in his bed, on his side looking at this picture of him and Joe he had taped on his wall, it was like suddenly, something happened between them and the fleeting thought of ‘He loves me back’ sped through their mind, but neither of them did anything about it.
*
For the next month, whenever Kevin talks to Joe, he notices something different, but he’s just not sure what it is. Joe looks, happier, if that was even possible. He’s got this new light beneath his skin, making him come off brighter, like a brand new light bulb or something.
Exactly a month after that night, Kevin is reading a book in his hotel room when he hears a soft knocking at his door. He puts the book face down on his bed and gets up, shuffling over to the door where he opens it to reveal Joe, looking thoroughly stressed out.
“Baby what’s wrong?” Kevin asks, but feeling fear stab at his stomach whence he realizes what he said exactly. But luckily, Joe doesn’t notice, he just places a ever so slightly shaking hand on Kevin’s chest and looks him straight in the eye, his own sowing something he hadn’t seen in a while.
He’s nervous.
“Kevin…” Joe almost whispers as he suddenly leans forward and captures Kevin’s lips in what would seem like a cute, gentle kiss but comes off as this bittersweet, aching kiss. The second Kevin’s hands go to Joe’s hips, his brothers arms circle around his neck and then he’s gone before Kevin could really savor the feeling of Joe’s lips on his own.
Then, as Joe shifts closer to Kevin, nestling his face against the crook in Kevin’s neck, his breath tickles the sensitive skin there as he says meekly: “You mean so much to me.”
And those five words translate into a million; Kevin knows exactly what he means.
Rating: PG
Warning: They kiss
Summary:
Disclaimer: It ain't real, sweetcheeks.
A/N: Idfk know what this is but reading it makes my heart feel warm, and hopefully it does the same for you guys! :)
The day momma Jonas came home from the hospital with an infant Joe was probably the best day of Kevin’s life. The tiny baby in his mother’s arms amazed Kevin, his tiny hands, his tiny nose, and his tiny little feet.
Denise sat on the couch, holding her newborn son and Kevin sat down right next to her, his hazel eyes never leaving his little brother, his mouth open a little bit as he stared. Joe had opened his eyes later that day, and Kevin smiled when they landed on him.
In that very moment, Kevin a little tug at the edges on his heart and it made him squirm slightly and as he reached out take Joe’s little hand, and his brother responded by grabbing onto his finger and squeezing, Kevin knew he was different, but just didn’t know how.
*
For the next three years, before Nick was born, Kevin was constantly beside Joe, and Joe was constantly by Kevin. Their mother would watch her eldest son play with her youngest and it made her so happy that they were getting along so well.
The fall after Joe’s first birthday, they went outside a lot. Their mom would lie out a blanket on the grass, underneath the oak tree and set Joe down while he read a book and Kevin played with him.
The sun would shine through the orange and brown and yellow leaves and cast intricate shadows upon the children. A slight wind would pass through, rustling the fallen leaves and Kevin’s hair. The air smelled of fall and it was the perfect atmosphere for falling asleep, and that’s what happened most times.
Kevin and Joe would tire out and with Joe securely cradled in Kevin’s arms, they would fall asleep on the blanket. Occasionally their mom would take a picture and then go back to her book and wake them up about half an hour later, their eyes heavy with the lingering feelings of sleep.
Once Joe reached an age where he could kind of talk and kind of wobble around, he followed Kevin almost everywhere. Always babbling on and on in his broken and hard to understand three-year-old language that only his older brother really understood.
When Nick was born, Kevin took a huge interest in him. Probably mainly because he was so different than Joe was as a baby. While Joe would squirm and squeal and grab Kevin’s fingers, Nick just stared at him, and slept.
So, basically, Nick was boring but Kevin found him interesting anyway. Kevin would spend time trying to get reactions out of Nick as Joe would pout and watching jealously from afar. Joe would watch Kevin focus on Nick, feeling ever so sad because he thought that Kevin didn’t love him anymore, and that was probably Joe’s worst fear at the time.
*
One day, when Joe came home from preschool and while Kevin was still in class, Joe was sitting in the playroom with Nick. He was complaining about the one-year-old, to the one-year-old and after Joe asked him, “How do ya think ya are, bucko?” Nick crawled over to Joe and planted himself in Joe’s lap.
Joe looked down at Nick, who looked back up at him, and when Joe started to ask him what he thought he was doing, Nick slapped a drooly hand over his mouth and said, “Uss O!” Which was probably meant to be, “Hush, Joe!”
Joe sighed in defeat and just let his little brother smack his face and chant, ‘Uss O! Uss O! Uss O!” Over and over again.
*
Kevin started to like Joe when he was 15, and he was 18. At first, he wasn’t sure he got a little nervous when talking to Joe, why he thought about him so much, and why, when he jacked off, he thought of Joe.
When it dawned on him, he was scared. Terrified. Because that was wrong, so wrong. You weren’t supposed to like your brother! It just wasn’t right, but eventually Kevin just accepted it and decided to ignore it, hoping it was just a phase and that it would pass.
But when it didn’t Kevin became scared again, because he didn’t want to feel this way towards Joe but he really didn’t seem to have a choice so he didn’t try to hide from it, he just let it consume him. So that then, he viewed Joe as this amazing person who was beyond attractive and made his heart swell.
Joe, on the other hand, did not start to have feelings for Kevin until he was 17, when the Jonas Brothers began to become better known. His feelings started out subtler, he started to notice little things about Kevin and almost admire him for them.
Like, before Joe viewed Kevin’s enthusiasm as just, well, Kevin’s enthusiasm but suddenly it became Kevin being really cute and amusing. Also, before, Joe viewed Kevin’s constant concern and worry for him as annoying but then he viewed it as sweet and caring.
Once he came to the realization that he was, indeed, in love Kevin, he wanted to cry, and he did a little. But he learned to accept it and then thought that he viewed Kevin as if he was under a black light of sorts. A black light that made Kevin’s so called ‘normal’ qualities shone the brightest to him and made his older brother even more appealing.
Qualities like Kevin’s freckles, like his dimples, like his arms, like his hands, and like his adorable laugh. It had gotten to a point where Joe could only handle Kevin in small doses because after a while he’d start staring and hardly pays attention to anyone else besides Kevin.
*
Joe doesn’t like their new home in Texas. He doesn’t like how big it is and how it seems almost unlived in. It’s too nice for Joe’s liking. He liked their smaller homes in LA and Jersey, he liked how the wear and tear of their living in it was visible and you could find little traces of everyone in them.
This new house, it’s a house, not home. For some strange reason, this house is always so clean. There’s never any shoes left at the staircase or Frankie’s toys lying around. But most of all, he doesn’t like how far away Kevin’s room is from his: It’s all the way downstairs.
That’s just, not right for him. Joe remembers the times when he was younger and he would go to Kevin’s room when he had a bad dream, or when he couldn’t sleep. The nineteen-year-old was currently spacing out in front of his computer, and he had realized that Kevin and him had always had a more than brotherly relationship. Just the fact that it had always been that way. Had made it seem natural; seem normal to them that they didn’t even notice. To them, it was just how they were with each other.
Even nowadays, Joe was closer to Kevin in different, more meaningful ways than he was with Nick. With Nick, he was closer in a more… physical way. With Kevin, it was mental. With Kevin, they connected in how they spoke to each other, they were just naturally drawn together and Joe supposes that’s why he loved him something fierce.
So, as Joe sits in front of his computer, thinking about Kevin. And as Kevin lied in his bed, on his side looking at this picture of him and Joe he had taped on his wall, it was like suddenly, something happened between them and the fleeting thought of ‘He loves me back’ sped through their mind, but neither of them did anything about it.
*
For the next month, whenever Kevin talks to Joe, he notices something different, but he’s just not sure what it is. Joe looks, happier, if that was even possible. He’s got this new light beneath his skin, making him come off brighter, like a brand new light bulb or something.
Exactly a month after that night, Kevin is reading a book in his hotel room when he hears a soft knocking at his door. He puts the book face down on his bed and gets up, shuffling over to the door where he opens it to reveal Joe, looking thoroughly stressed out.
“Baby what’s wrong?” Kevin asks, but feeling fear stab at his stomach whence he realizes what he said exactly. But luckily, Joe doesn’t notice, he just places a ever so slightly shaking hand on Kevin’s chest and looks him straight in the eye, his own sowing something he hadn’t seen in a while.
He’s nervous.
“Kevin…” Joe almost whispers as he suddenly leans forward and captures Kevin’s lips in what would seem like a cute, gentle kiss but comes off as this bittersweet, aching kiss. The second Kevin’s hands go to Joe’s hips, his brothers arms circle around his neck and then he’s gone before Kevin could really savor the feeling of Joe’s lips on his own.
Then, as Joe shifts closer to Kevin, nestling his face against the crook in Kevin’s neck, his breath tickles the sensitive skin there as he says meekly: “You mean so much to me.”
And those five words translate into a million; Kevin knows exactly what he means.