Hair Pulling/M/Joick
Title: Hair Pulling
Rating: M
Warning: Incest
Summary: Nick's a little bit weird
Disclaimer: If only.
A/N: Idk where this came from but I really wanted to write it soooo, here you go! :D
Nick loved having his hair pulled. He really did. It wasn’t better than sex but it did make it about ten times more enjoyable-Well, no, Nick wouldn’t know that because he’s a virgin, but he could only imagine. Nick knew exactly where to pull to make shivers erupt through his body and his toes curl.
Sometimes, when he was alone in his room jacking off late at night, he kind of wished someone would just come up and yank his hair, make him arch up off the bed and moan. But then again, he might freak out if someone just randomly walked up to him when he was jacking off and decided to pull his hair.
But that didn’t really matter cause as long as he got the ever so satisfying feeling of his orgasm, he didn’t care if it was Satan pulling his hair, just as long as it happened.
However, Nick’s hair-pulling fetish had caused some minor problems in the past. Ever since he first discovered his love for hair-pulling (he was fourteen when it happened. Him and Joe had been kind of fighting and Joe pulled his hair which sent a shock through Nick’s body and he left ASAP to get rid of his quickly forming problem) he’d been sure to avoid people tugging or even touching his hair.
So, in all actuality, lets just say Nick got off on people playing with/pulling his hair. But luckily he didn’t pop a boner when his mom would run her fingers through his hair all mother-like when he was sick or something, ‘cause that’d be straight up weird.
It’s very risky business, dealing with Nick’s hair. He has to be careful at photo shoots and stuff when the gay guys are doing his hair and they have these amazing hands that make Nick just wanna whip out his dick right there and, well, you get the point.
But Nick’s hair thing has been causing him a lot of trouble lately. See, what happened is that a couple weeks ago Joe caught him off guard by pulling his hair-He still doesn’t know why Joe did it, but it’s Joe so who even really cares-and Nick nearly moaned but he held it back just barely. He pretended to be annoyed with Joe and left the room, eager to find the nearest bathroom to rid of his newly found problem.
So, anyway, ever since that little tiff with Joe, Nick had been sure to stay the fuck away from Joe and his hands-Oh, that was another problem, Nick loved Joe’s hands, almost as much as the hair thing. It had gotten a point where when he jacked off, he always thought about Joe.
Joe, and his tan, strong hands pulling on his hair. Pulling in just the right spots to make Nick shiver and moan, it sent him over the edge every time.
***
The show that night had gone fantastically, it was just full of good performances and screaming girls who were probably about to cream themselves cause sweaty hot guys were within chasing distance. But who could blame them, I mean, I know I’d be nearly jazzing myself if the Jonas Brothers were that close.
But that’s completely irrelevant.
Joe lead the way into the hotel room, jacket in one hand and the key in the other, “God, I’m so tired.”
Nick nodded, closing the door behind him, “Me too, man. Bed sounds so amazing right now.”
“Seriously,” Joe said, slowly gathering a change of clothes so he could shower but when he saw Nick go towards the bathroom out of the corner of his eye, his own clothes in hand he stopped.
“Heeeyyy, I was gonna shower first!” Joe whined, walking towards Nick and reached out to curl his fingers in Nick’s hair and tug a little harshly. He was expecting Nick to stop and turn around to tell Joe to just shut up and wait but instead Nick gasped shakily, stopping dead in his tracks.
Joe didn’t say anything, he was thoroughly confused by his little brother’s reaction so he thought he’s try it again, and he experimentally twisted his hand and pulled again. Joe’s eyes widened comically when Nick gave this noise that sounded like a moan.
“J--… Joe, what are you doing?” Nick asked, a little breathless.
Joe raised an eyebrow, pulling Nick’s hair, using it as leverage to get a look at Nick’s front view, he ignored the quite whine that slipped past Nick’s lips. Joe gaped a little when he saw that Nick was hard.
“Nick, are you getting off on this?” Joe asked, slowly looking up to meet Nick’s eyes, which had darkened considerably.
“No. I’m just hard for no reason-Of course I am!” Nick said, fighting the urge to turn his head against Joe’s hand, just to feel his hair being pulled.
Joe smirked, thinking about how he could use this to his advantage, “So, when I pull your hair, you like that, huh?” Joe tugged a little, watching Nick closely.
Nick whimpered, “Fuck, Joe, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Joe suddenly turned Nick around to face him, not saying a word as he leaned forward to kiss Nick, hoping that the sixteen-year-old was too far gone to care that his brother was kissing him. Apparently he was because Nick responded immediately, his arms going around Joe’s neck and his lips parting, welcoming Joe’s tongue.
Joe gave a little tug of Nick’s hair and Nick moaned into the kiss, his hips pressing into Joe’s a little. Nick pulled away, moaning when Joe pulled his hair again, “Oh, God. I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
Joe nearly moaned at imagining his little brother coming undone just by him pulling on his hair. Joe guided Nick towards the bed, arms around his slim waist, “I’m going to make you feel amazing, Nicky,” Joe said quietly before he gently pushed Nick onto the bed who scooted further up and started taking his clothes off.
Joe couldn’t help but groan quietly when he saw Nick naked, all hard and ready to go on the bed, splayed out for him. He licked his lips, hands going down to his jeans to undo them and pull them off along with his underclothes and his shirt.
He climbed into the bed, walking on his knees towards Nick, “Here, turn on your side,” Joe said, a hand resting on Nick’s hip once he had turned. Joe took his spot behind Nick, so close that his whole front was pressed up against Nick’s behind.
The older brother circled an arm around Nick’s middle, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck before he pushed his hips forward, his dick slipping into the crevice of Nick’s ass and was now pressed against the cleft. Nick gasped, pushing back against Joe’s dick, eager to find more friction.
They started up a fast, needy pace of Joe thrusting against Nick, the head of his dick rubbing against the back of Nick’s balls, rubbing against his perineum and it just got that much better when he felt Joe’s hand sneak it’s way into his hair and he pulled roughly.
Nick cried out, hands clutching at the sheets and he nearly came just as that. The sweat and Joe’s precum had made his nether regions slick and the squishing sound would have normally grossed him out but right now it just turned him on even more.
Joe was making little ‘uh, uh’ noises against Nick’s shoulder as his hips jerked harder than ever against Nick. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth hung open, he let himself get wrapped up in the feel of Nick’s ass surrounding his dick and he would pull hard on Nick’s hair whenever a pang of pleasure shot through his body and made him convulse a little.
“Joe, Joe, shit Joe, I’m gonna come,” Nick panted, moaning loudly when Joe tugged extra hard on his hair, his back arching outward, shoving his ass against Joe’s dick even more.
Joe’s arm tightened around Nick’s waist, “Me too, fuck, Nick,” Joe groaned, nearly choking on his spit when he came suddenly, spurting all on Nick’s balls and the back of his thighs.
Joe quickly moved the hand that wasn’t tangled in Nick’s hair to his head and he pulled with both hands, making Nick moan so loud his voice cracked and he came on to the bed sheets, toes curling and hands ball up into fists then stretch out, fingers turned upward a little.
A full ten minutes passed before Joe scooted away, feeling way too hot and gross and sticky. Nick rolled onto his back, a hand going up to run through his curls and made a surprised face when he pulled stray hairs out.
“Good God, you ripped my hair out.”
Rating: M
Warning: Incest
Summary: Nick's a little bit weird
Disclaimer: If only.
A/N: Idk where this came from but I really wanted to write it soooo, here you go! :D
Nick loved having his hair pulled. He really did. It wasn’t better than sex but it did make it about ten times more enjoyable-Well, no, Nick wouldn’t know that because he’s a virgin, but he could only imagine. Nick knew exactly where to pull to make shivers erupt through his body and his toes curl.
Sometimes, when he was alone in his room jacking off late at night, he kind of wished someone would just come up and yank his hair, make him arch up off the bed and moan. But then again, he might freak out if someone just randomly walked up to him when he was jacking off and decided to pull his hair.
But that didn’t really matter cause as long as he got the ever so satisfying feeling of his orgasm, he didn’t care if it was Satan pulling his hair, just as long as it happened.
However, Nick’s hair-pulling fetish had caused some minor problems in the past. Ever since he first discovered his love for hair-pulling (he was fourteen when it happened. Him and Joe had been kind of fighting and Joe pulled his hair which sent a shock through Nick’s body and he left ASAP to get rid of his quickly forming problem) he’d been sure to avoid people tugging or even touching his hair.
So, in all actuality, lets just say Nick got off on people playing with/pulling his hair. But luckily he didn’t pop a boner when his mom would run her fingers through his hair all mother-like when he was sick or something, ‘cause that’d be straight up weird.
It’s very risky business, dealing with Nick’s hair. He has to be careful at photo shoots and stuff when the gay guys are doing his hair and they have these amazing hands that make Nick just wanna whip out his dick right there and, well, you get the point.
But Nick’s hair thing has been causing him a lot of trouble lately. See, what happened is that a couple weeks ago Joe caught him off guard by pulling his hair-He still doesn’t know why Joe did it, but it’s Joe so who even really cares-and Nick nearly moaned but he held it back just barely. He pretended to be annoyed with Joe and left the room, eager to find the nearest bathroom to rid of his newly found problem.
So, anyway, ever since that little tiff with Joe, Nick had been sure to stay the fuck away from Joe and his hands-Oh, that was another problem, Nick loved Joe’s hands, almost as much as the hair thing. It had gotten a point where when he jacked off, he always thought about Joe.
Joe, and his tan, strong hands pulling on his hair. Pulling in just the right spots to make Nick shiver and moan, it sent him over the edge every time.
***
The show that night had gone fantastically, it was just full of good performances and screaming girls who were probably about to cream themselves cause sweaty hot guys were within chasing distance. But who could blame them, I mean, I know I’d be nearly jazzing myself if the Jonas Brothers were that close.
But that’s completely irrelevant.
Joe lead the way into the hotel room, jacket in one hand and the key in the other, “God, I’m so tired.”
Nick nodded, closing the door behind him, “Me too, man. Bed sounds so amazing right now.”
“Seriously,” Joe said, slowly gathering a change of clothes so he could shower but when he saw Nick go towards the bathroom out of the corner of his eye, his own clothes in hand he stopped.
“Heeeyyy, I was gonna shower first!” Joe whined, walking towards Nick and reached out to curl his fingers in Nick’s hair and tug a little harshly. He was expecting Nick to stop and turn around to tell Joe to just shut up and wait but instead Nick gasped shakily, stopping dead in his tracks.
Joe didn’t say anything, he was thoroughly confused by his little brother’s reaction so he thought he’s try it again, and he experimentally twisted his hand and pulled again. Joe’s eyes widened comically when Nick gave this noise that sounded like a moan.
“J--… Joe, what are you doing?” Nick asked, a little breathless.
Joe raised an eyebrow, pulling Nick’s hair, using it as leverage to get a look at Nick’s front view, he ignored the quite whine that slipped past Nick’s lips. Joe gaped a little when he saw that Nick was hard.
“Nick, are you getting off on this?” Joe asked, slowly looking up to meet Nick’s eyes, which had darkened considerably.
“No. I’m just hard for no reason-Of course I am!” Nick said, fighting the urge to turn his head against Joe’s hand, just to feel his hair being pulled.
Joe smirked, thinking about how he could use this to his advantage, “So, when I pull your hair, you like that, huh?” Joe tugged a little, watching Nick closely.
Nick whimpered, “Fuck, Joe, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Joe suddenly turned Nick around to face him, not saying a word as he leaned forward to kiss Nick, hoping that the sixteen-year-old was too far gone to care that his brother was kissing him. Apparently he was because Nick responded immediately, his arms going around Joe’s neck and his lips parting, welcoming Joe’s tongue.
Joe gave a little tug of Nick’s hair and Nick moaned into the kiss, his hips pressing into Joe’s a little. Nick pulled away, moaning when Joe pulled his hair again, “Oh, God. I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
Joe nearly moaned at imagining his little brother coming undone just by him pulling on his hair. Joe guided Nick towards the bed, arms around his slim waist, “I’m going to make you feel amazing, Nicky,” Joe said quietly before he gently pushed Nick onto the bed who scooted further up and started taking his clothes off.
Joe couldn’t help but groan quietly when he saw Nick naked, all hard and ready to go on the bed, splayed out for him. He licked his lips, hands going down to his jeans to undo them and pull them off along with his underclothes and his shirt.
He climbed into the bed, walking on his knees towards Nick, “Here, turn on your side,” Joe said, a hand resting on Nick’s hip once he had turned. Joe took his spot behind Nick, so close that his whole front was pressed up against Nick’s behind.
The older brother circled an arm around Nick’s middle, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck before he pushed his hips forward, his dick slipping into the crevice of Nick’s ass and was now pressed against the cleft. Nick gasped, pushing back against Joe’s dick, eager to find more friction.
They started up a fast, needy pace of Joe thrusting against Nick, the head of his dick rubbing against the back of Nick’s balls, rubbing against his perineum and it just got that much better when he felt Joe’s hand sneak it’s way into his hair and he pulled roughly.
Nick cried out, hands clutching at the sheets and he nearly came just as that. The sweat and Joe’s precum had made his nether regions slick and the squishing sound would have normally grossed him out but right now it just turned him on even more.
Joe was making little ‘uh, uh’ noises against Nick’s shoulder as his hips jerked harder than ever against Nick. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth hung open, he let himself get wrapped up in the feel of Nick’s ass surrounding his dick and he would pull hard on Nick’s hair whenever a pang of pleasure shot through his body and made him convulse a little.
“Joe, Joe, shit Joe, I’m gonna come,” Nick panted, moaning loudly when Joe tugged extra hard on his hair, his back arching outward, shoving his ass against Joe’s dick even more.
Joe’s arm tightened around Nick’s waist, “Me too, fuck, Nick,” Joe groaned, nearly choking on his spit when he came suddenly, spurting all on Nick’s balls and the back of his thighs.
Joe quickly moved the hand that wasn’t tangled in Nick’s hair to his head and he pulled with both hands, making Nick moan so loud his voice cracked and he came on to the bed sheets, toes curling and hands ball up into fists then stretch out, fingers turned upward a little.
A full ten minutes passed before Joe scooted away, feeling way too hot and gross and sticky. Nick rolled onto his back, a hand going up to run through his curls and made a surprised face when he pulled stray hairs out.
“Good God, you ripped my hair out.”