Pseudo Cloud Nine/M/Joick
Title: Pseudo Cloud Nine
Rating: Mature!
Summary: " 'I need you.' The younger one whispers. "
Pairing: Joick
Warnings: Incest, underage sex
A/N: OH MY GOD SHE WROTE SOMETHING! Sorry my darlings, but this was so no expected, I just happened to have some time, so I whipped this up. So it's not that good, at all. Oh, and to make it worse (ohimgaw, it can get worse?) I didn't bother proofreading it five times like I usually do -_- man I fail.
He hates him, he really does. Despite the ever so loving, devoted, and caring thoughts and actions that are directed towards him, he hates him so much. He hates him because he makes him what his family hates; therefore he hates him for doing that. And vice versa, they hate each other. But then again, their love for one another is so strong that nothing, nobody could ever dispel it.
The older one, Joe, hates how the younger ones eyes make him melt, make him forget how to speak, how to breathe. He hates how the feel of his soft skin makes his fingers tingle, make him feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing that it’s all his. He hates how his curly brown hair is the most gorgeous hair he’s ever seen. He hates how his laugh makes him giggle and grin like a clown.
The younger one, Nick, hates how the older one’s childish smile is the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. He hates how his sense of humor makes him laugh no matter the situation. He hates how he loves to play connect the dots with all his moles and freckles. He hates how his lips are perfectly shaped, the perfect shade of pink, making them to best lips for the perfect mouth; ever.
Even though it may seem like these two fine young men are in a pickle, but they really aren’t. They just have … mixed feelings. It’s what they love about each other that makes them love each other. It’s what makes us find them in quite the situation: They just got off the stage of a show; it went well, just like all the other ones. And the two brothers can’t stand being away from each other much longer.
It’s not long before the group goes back to the hotel, wanting nothing more than to sleep, save for Joe and Nick. The room is dark, there’s no need for lights, they both know how amazing the other looks in such a needy situation.
“I need you.” The younger one whispers.
“Take me.” The older one gasps, his hands gripping Nick’s shirt, pulling it away from his body.
“Of course.” Nick lets his shirt be taken off, he then leads him and Joe to the bed, gently shoving Joe down on to it before he leans down and presses his lips to Joe’s. The kiss only lasts for a second because Nick has to get Joe’s clothes off of his amazing body.
He takes off the shirt and lets his hands feel every bump and curve of what he knows is his toned and tan body. He smiles when he feels Joe’s chest hair and his happy trail, grateful that it’s dark, but he can feel prying eyes; he doesn’t mind as he slowly takes off the pants, underwear, and socks. Nick quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before he mounts his brother, letting his hands rest on his chest.
“Nick…” Joe arches up into the gently touch of his brothers, amazed what a powerful air his younger brother has, even when he can’t see him, he knows that his eyes are dark with passion, his breathing has sped up. Nick’s hand travels down to Joe’s erection, his touch almost a caress as he makes Joe roll his hips up into Nick’s hand, wanting more.
Nick suddenly gets up off of Joe, needing to go get lube, he stumbles around, feeling for his bag, he finally finds the little tube and gets back onto the bed. Giggling a little when he can’t find Joe and knows that his brother is playing round, trying to get away from him.
He gets to him and kisses him, keeping him place by cupping his face and pulling his body towards his, settling in between his legs. He briefly squeezes Joe’s thighs; reveling in feeling them quiver a little from anticipation. Nick coats three of his fingers and presses them to Joe’s hole, moving them inside slowly.
Joe whines and moves his body down closer to Nick’s fingers. “Oh, Nick … just do it, please.”
Nick slides his fingers out and covers his dick, he moves Joe’s legs up higher and his brother wraps them around his waist, raising himself up. Nick shoves inside in one quick thrust and Joe cries out, gripping the sheets and his back arching as his head falls back in pleasure. Nick starts up a steady pace. Not too fast but not slow, just steady.
Nick’s hands grip Joe’s pelvic bones, knowing that bruises will be visible by tomorrow morning. He moans as he focuses on what his brother’s body feels like around him, tight and hot and slick. Joe’s moans are louder now, he groans and says that he wants it harder, and so the fifteen-year-old complies.
Nick’s eyes are closed; he knows what he’s doing. He tries thrusting at many different angles before he finds what he was looking for. Joe’s voice catches in his throat as his whole body tenses up from the assault. His eyes are shut tight and he bites his bottom lip, his body’s tense.
“Oh.. Oh God, Nick. Almost … almost …”
Nick just nods and fucks his brother faster, rougher, and harder. Joe’s sits up, his body bent at an odd angle as he grabs Nick’s head and kisses him. Joe’s orgasm rips through his body as he continues to kiss his brother; his moans are engulfed with their heated kissing. Nick pulls Joe as close as he can as he continues to fuck Joe, dangling by a thread before Joe pulls away and starts to suck on his neck, which in turn causes Nick to tense up and come.
“Oooh, Joe …”
“Mmh, yes, Nick … come for me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Joe threads his fingers into Nick’s hair, stroking his scalp as he helps Nick calm down.
The two pull apart and lay on the bed. Joe cuddles up to Nick and runs his finger over Nick’s chest as he goes back and forth between sleep and being awake. Nick kisses the top of Joe’s head as he slowly, but surely falls asleep.
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The two wake up the next morning in each other arms. The room is bright from the curtains not being closed the night before. Joe’s eyes flutter open and they meet with Nick’s, who’s eyes are full of nothing but and admiration...
“Joe … Joooeee … Joe!”
The boy in question wakes up suddenly to the sound of his brother’s voice. He looks around before he sees his brother, Nick, hair a mess and looking so sleepy but so cute.
“What?”
Nick just stares at him for a moment before he says, ”Wake up, you’re going to make us late, again.” Then he turns around and wanders into the bathroom.
Joe relaxes back into the bed, rubbing his face with his hands as he groans in annoyance. He really did hate how realistic his dreams were sometimes, they always made him so upset. They just made him want his brother even more. Made him want to just … well, you get the idea, these dreams just caused problems.
He was brought back to reality when he hears Nick yelling at him to, “get the fuck out of bed, you lazy pig,” how nice of him. Joe just glares at him before he slowly gets out of bed, Nick staring him down the whole time to make sure he did get up.
As Joe gets up and gathers clothes to go shower he thinks to himself, “I hate you, Nick. I really do.”
Rating: Mature!
Summary: " 'I need you.' The younger one whispers. "
Pairing: Joick
Warnings: Incest, underage sex
A/N: OH MY GOD SHE WROTE SOMETHING! Sorry my darlings, but this was so no expected, I just happened to have some time, so I whipped this up. So it's not that good, at all. Oh, and to make it worse (ohimgaw, it can get worse?) I didn't bother proofreading it five times like I usually do -_- man I fail.
He hates him, he really does. Despite the ever so loving, devoted, and caring thoughts and actions that are directed towards him, he hates him so much. He hates him because he makes him what his family hates; therefore he hates him for doing that. And vice versa, they hate each other. But then again, their love for one another is so strong that nothing, nobody could ever dispel it.
The older one, Joe, hates how the younger ones eyes make him melt, make him forget how to speak, how to breathe. He hates how the feel of his soft skin makes his fingers tingle, make him feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing that it’s all his. He hates how his curly brown hair is the most gorgeous hair he’s ever seen. He hates how his laugh makes him giggle and grin like a clown.
The younger one, Nick, hates how the older one’s childish smile is the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. He hates how his sense of humor makes him laugh no matter the situation. He hates how he loves to play connect the dots with all his moles and freckles. He hates how his lips are perfectly shaped, the perfect shade of pink, making them to best lips for the perfect mouth; ever.
Even though it may seem like these two fine young men are in a pickle, but they really aren’t. They just have … mixed feelings. It’s what they love about each other that makes them love each other. It’s what makes us find them in quite the situation: They just got off the stage of a show; it went well, just like all the other ones. And the two brothers can’t stand being away from each other much longer.
It’s not long before the group goes back to the hotel, wanting nothing more than to sleep, save for Joe and Nick. The room is dark, there’s no need for lights, they both know how amazing the other looks in such a needy situation.
“I need you.” The younger one whispers.
“Take me.” The older one gasps, his hands gripping Nick’s shirt, pulling it away from his body.
“Of course.” Nick lets his shirt be taken off, he then leads him and Joe to the bed, gently shoving Joe down on to it before he leans down and presses his lips to Joe’s. The kiss only lasts for a second because Nick has to get Joe’s clothes off of his amazing body.
He takes off the shirt and lets his hands feel every bump and curve of what he knows is his toned and tan body. He smiles when he feels Joe’s chest hair and his happy trail, grateful that it’s dark, but he can feel prying eyes; he doesn’t mind as he slowly takes off the pants, underwear, and socks. Nick quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before he mounts his brother, letting his hands rest on his chest.
“Nick…” Joe arches up into the gently touch of his brothers, amazed what a powerful air his younger brother has, even when he can’t see him, he knows that his eyes are dark with passion, his breathing has sped up. Nick’s hand travels down to Joe’s erection, his touch almost a caress as he makes Joe roll his hips up into Nick’s hand, wanting more.
Nick suddenly gets up off of Joe, needing to go get lube, he stumbles around, feeling for his bag, he finally finds the little tube and gets back onto the bed. Giggling a little when he can’t find Joe and knows that his brother is playing round, trying to get away from him.
He gets to him and kisses him, keeping him place by cupping his face and pulling his body towards his, settling in between his legs. He briefly squeezes Joe’s thighs; reveling in feeling them quiver a little from anticipation. Nick coats three of his fingers and presses them to Joe’s hole, moving them inside slowly.
Joe whines and moves his body down closer to Nick’s fingers. “Oh, Nick … just do it, please.”
Nick slides his fingers out and covers his dick, he moves Joe’s legs up higher and his brother wraps them around his waist, raising himself up. Nick shoves inside in one quick thrust and Joe cries out, gripping the sheets and his back arching as his head falls back in pleasure. Nick starts up a steady pace. Not too fast but not slow, just steady.
Nick’s hands grip Joe’s pelvic bones, knowing that bruises will be visible by tomorrow morning. He moans as he focuses on what his brother’s body feels like around him, tight and hot and slick. Joe’s moans are louder now, he groans and says that he wants it harder, and so the fifteen-year-old complies.
Nick’s eyes are closed; he knows what he’s doing. He tries thrusting at many different angles before he finds what he was looking for. Joe’s voice catches in his throat as his whole body tenses up from the assault. His eyes are shut tight and he bites his bottom lip, his body’s tense.
“Oh.. Oh God, Nick. Almost … almost …”
Nick just nods and fucks his brother faster, rougher, and harder. Joe’s sits up, his body bent at an odd angle as he grabs Nick’s head and kisses him. Joe’s orgasm rips through his body as he continues to kiss his brother; his moans are engulfed with their heated kissing. Nick pulls Joe as close as he can as he continues to fuck Joe, dangling by a thread before Joe pulls away and starts to suck on his neck, which in turn causes Nick to tense up and come.
“Oooh, Joe …”
“Mmh, yes, Nick … come for me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Joe threads his fingers into Nick’s hair, stroking his scalp as he helps Nick calm down.
The two pull apart and lay on the bed. Joe cuddles up to Nick and runs his finger over Nick’s chest as he goes back and forth between sleep and being awake. Nick kisses the top of Joe’s head as he slowly, but surely falls asleep.
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The two wake up the next morning in each other arms. The room is bright from the curtains not being closed the night before. Joe’s eyes flutter open and they meet with Nick’s, who’s eyes are full of nothing but and admiration...
“Joe … Joooeee … Joe!”
The boy in question wakes up suddenly to the sound of his brother’s voice. He looks around before he sees his brother, Nick, hair a mess and looking so sleepy but so cute.
“What?”
Nick just stares at him for a moment before he says, ”Wake up, you’re going to make us late, again.” Then he turns around and wanders into the bathroom.
Joe relaxes back into the bed, rubbing his face with his hands as he groans in annoyance. He really did hate how realistic his dreams were sometimes, they always made him so upset. They just made him want his brother even more. Made him want to just … well, you get the idea, these dreams just caused problems.
He was brought back to reality when he hears Nick yelling at him to, “get the fuck out of bed, you lazy pig,” how nice of him. Joe just glares at him before he slowly gets out of bed, Nick staring him down the whole time to make sure he did get up.
As Joe gets up and gathers clothes to go shower he thinks to himself, “I hate you, Nick. I really do.”