thumbsucker, big brother
Title: Thumbsucker, Big Brother
Author: RaeLouise
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Discalimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Rating: R
Summary: I requested this over at the jbkinkmeme but then I was all bored and inspired by my own idea in the end. So, I have a thing for thumbsucking & it materialised into this *grin* I'm sort of seeing a sequel at some point, cos I kind of love this.
Ever since he’d been tiny, Joe had sucked this thumb- splayed his fingers up over his nose and breathed in uneven little snuffles as his eyes got heavy lidded. Everything melted away as his tongue curled contentedly around the underside of the digit. He still got all sleepy soft at nineteen, so that his cheeks flushed to a light pink and his thoughts turned to syrup, when he thought that he could get away with it and dared to sneak a suck- balled up under his bed covers or behind a music magazine, spare thumb and forefinger petting a the corner of a page or the fabric of his comforter, the other tucked into the plush childish pout of his lips.
Of course, sometimes he got a little carried away- half asleep and subconsciously more enthusiastic so that he emitted muffled but audible little sucking sounds. Most people just sort of sniggered, happy to exchange a teasing grin with whoever else was close by and then go about their business, but it always drew Nick in. He would pause and glance at his big brother, listen to Joe whimper as he shifted, slurp more on his thumb as he almost lost it. Nick would find himself laughing along with Garbo and Ryan, throwing in a callous yeah Joey whenever Denise mumbled that maybe he was getting a little old, but Nick’s business would most definitely be forgotten, his mind a little muddled as he went out of his way to curl around the back of Joe’s seat and peer over at him. With his thumb in his mouth and his eyelashes resting heavy atop his warmed cheeks Joe looked so deliciously innocent.
Nick especially loved Joe sucking his thumb when they were sharing a bed- when it seemed that Joe was unaware or at least comfortable enough in Nick‘s presence to let loose. His thumb would just find it’s way into the warmth of his mouth and he’d moan lightly around it in his sleep, adorably half twisted up in the comforter with his soft cotton pyjama pants too low on his hips and his fingers stroking at the bridge of his nose, up between his eyebrows.
If Nick was awake still, he’d prop himself up on his elbow, palm flat to his jaw line, and draw his lip between his teeth as he squinted into the dark to stare. He would breath a little heavier- his pants becoming a little tighter across the crotch- as Joe snuffled and suckled and one hand, the one above him on the pillow, pushed into his loosely curled dark hair. He was always oddly entranced by the damp pink of his Joe’s hungry lips, the pretty little haze that settled over Joe as he dreamt. If Joe’s lips happened to part for a split second- if he whined and then sucked in even deeper, Adam’s apple bobbing as he calmed back down- then Nick’s cock would twitch far too excitedly against his thigh.
One night, Nick just couldn’t help himself. Joe had been cranky all day and it was awesome to watch that evaporate as soon as he began to suck his thumb. Once he was fast asleep his frown disappeared and when his brow wasn’t so furrowed Joe looked so serenely beautiful. With a trembling hand, Nick reached out and circled feather light fingertips over Joe’s slightly scrunched palm, smiling fondly as Joe’s finger’s flexed and his eyelashes quivered. Joe didn’t wake though, and so Nick took a chance and stroked at the heat of Joe’s palm again, sending a shiver all the way down to the tips of Joe’s toes.
“Aww, Joseph,” Nick whispered as he rocked in over Joe- inhaling his intense heat and the citrus swirls of his shampoo with one of his rare toothy grins. “Baby boy.” Nick darted his tongue out, swiped it over his lip and then- with a sudden burst of inspiration, fastened his strong fingers around Joe’s wrist and tugged.
Joe whined but as soon as Nick had dislodged Joe’s thumb from the caress of his tongue, Nick replaced it with his own and Joe’s cheeks hollowed as he settled back into suckling within seconds. His suck was pretty strong, his tongue rhythmic against Nick’s flesh, his teeth barely there against Nick’s knuckle and Nick let himself moan, let his eyes close as he laid down almost atop his older brother, fingers resting against Joe’s smooth cheek. Joe’s lips looked even more full and perfect when they were locked around Nick’s thumb, when his baby snores were especially for him.
With one last lingering look at his own thumb, at his brother’s mouth, Nick let his eyes close. He focused entirely on the languid curling of Joe’s fluid tongue, the lazy pulsing of his lips- Joe’s own lullaby of heavy breathing and slight slurping. It was then that he began to rut against Joe’s bared hip, his sensitive length greedy as it worked against the coarse friction of his own flannel pyjamas and the dip beneath Joe’s hipbone. Nick found Joe’s name tumbling from his lips but he kept the volume down, not wanting to wake Joe as excitement pulsed through his solid flesh.
“Joe, I love you, I love your mouth,” Nick purred against the pillow, thumb crooking against Joe’s tongue as his hips buckled hurriedly, “Gosh, Joseph-” And then Joe swallowed thickly around him, so gentle around the taste of his little brother, and Nick gasped gruffly as he creamed his pants and went heavy atop Joe.
As Nick’s orgasm hit, Joe’s lips went slack and Nick would’ve worried more loudly, started uttering desperate apologies, had his brain been awake enough. Instead, he just blinked, shifted as he slipped the digit from his new favourite wet hot heat. His breathing was as rushed as his thrusts had been; there was a sheen to his forehead; an eventual awkward anxious cramping in his chest. His thumb hovered awkwardly, slick with his brother’s spit, almost pressed into his brother’s lower lip.
With sleep heavy eyes, Joe watched the sparkle to Nick‘s dark irises, the colour high in his cheeks. With a little sigh his gaze fell to Nick’s shuddering chest, “It’s ‘kay, Nicky,” He murmured- not letting Nick’s thumb fall away completely before he’d pressed a gentle kiss to the tip and smiled wide for him, “Your thumb’s good.”
Nick laughed a little uneasily, brushing his hand through his hair- “I uh…thanks Joe?”
Joe grinned still, bringing Nick’s hand back towards his mouth. His lips itched for his brother’s thumb again but Nick shook his head again, knowing he’d never sleep, never stop dry humping his brother if he felt the soft suckling again. Joe barely stopped short of toddler-ish pouting when Nick declined and then neither seemed quite sure what to do for a moment…
Nick decided to flip over entirely, pushing his heel back to reassuringly ghost it along Joe’s calf because Joe was sensitive when he was tired. When he heard the familiar suckling sounds ringing out through their shared room again, he concentrated hard on finally falling asleep and not sliding his fingers into the sticky mess beyond his waistband.
Author: RaeLouise
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Discalimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Rating: R
Summary: I requested this over at the jbkinkmeme but then I was all bored and inspired by my own idea in the end. So, I have a thing for thumbsucking & it materialised into this *grin* I'm sort of seeing a sequel at some point, cos I kind of love this.
Ever since he’d been tiny, Joe had sucked this thumb- splayed his fingers up over his nose and breathed in uneven little snuffles as his eyes got heavy lidded. Everything melted away as his tongue curled contentedly around the underside of the digit. He still got all sleepy soft at nineteen, so that his cheeks flushed to a light pink and his thoughts turned to syrup, when he thought that he could get away with it and dared to sneak a suck- balled up under his bed covers or behind a music magazine, spare thumb and forefinger petting a the corner of a page or the fabric of his comforter, the other tucked into the plush childish pout of his lips.
Of course, sometimes he got a little carried away- half asleep and subconsciously more enthusiastic so that he emitted muffled but audible little sucking sounds. Most people just sort of sniggered, happy to exchange a teasing grin with whoever else was close by and then go about their business, but it always drew Nick in. He would pause and glance at his big brother, listen to Joe whimper as he shifted, slurp more on his thumb as he almost lost it. Nick would find himself laughing along with Garbo and Ryan, throwing in a callous yeah Joey whenever Denise mumbled that maybe he was getting a little old, but Nick’s business would most definitely be forgotten, his mind a little muddled as he went out of his way to curl around the back of Joe’s seat and peer over at him. With his thumb in his mouth and his eyelashes resting heavy atop his warmed cheeks Joe looked so deliciously innocent.
Nick especially loved Joe sucking his thumb when they were sharing a bed- when it seemed that Joe was unaware or at least comfortable enough in Nick‘s presence to let loose. His thumb would just find it’s way into the warmth of his mouth and he’d moan lightly around it in his sleep, adorably half twisted up in the comforter with his soft cotton pyjama pants too low on his hips and his fingers stroking at the bridge of his nose, up between his eyebrows.
If Nick was awake still, he’d prop himself up on his elbow, palm flat to his jaw line, and draw his lip between his teeth as he squinted into the dark to stare. He would breath a little heavier- his pants becoming a little tighter across the crotch- as Joe snuffled and suckled and one hand, the one above him on the pillow, pushed into his loosely curled dark hair. He was always oddly entranced by the damp pink of his Joe’s hungry lips, the pretty little haze that settled over Joe as he dreamt. If Joe’s lips happened to part for a split second- if he whined and then sucked in even deeper, Adam’s apple bobbing as he calmed back down- then Nick’s cock would twitch far too excitedly against his thigh.
One night, Nick just couldn’t help himself. Joe had been cranky all day and it was awesome to watch that evaporate as soon as he began to suck his thumb. Once he was fast asleep his frown disappeared and when his brow wasn’t so furrowed Joe looked so serenely beautiful. With a trembling hand, Nick reached out and circled feather light fingertips over Joe’s slightly scrunched palm, smiling fondly as Joe’s finger’s flexed and his eyelashes quivered. Joe didn’t wake though, and so Nick took a chance and stroked at the heat of Joe’s palm again, sending a shiver all the way down to the tips of Joe’s toes.
“Aww, Joseph,” Nick whispered as he rocked in over Joe- inhaling his intense heat and the citrus swirls of his shampoo with one of his rare toothy grins. “Baby boy.” Nick darted his tongue out, swiped it over his lip and then- with a sudden burst of inspiration, fastened his strong fingers around Joe’s wrist and tugged.
Joe whined but as soon as Nick had dislodged Joe’s thumb from the caress of his tongue, Nick replaced it with his own and Joe’s cheeks hollowed as he settled back into suckling within seconds. His suck was pretty strong, his tongue rhythmic against Nick’s flesh, his teeth barely there against Nick’s knuckle and Nick let himself moan, let his eyes close as he laid down almost atop his older brother, fingers resting against Joe’s smooth cheek. Joe’s lips looked even more full and perfect when they were locked around Nick’s thumb, when his baby snores were especially for him.
With one last lingering look at his own thumb, at his brother’s mouth, Nick let his eyes close. He focused entirely on the languid curling of Joe’s fluid tongue, the lazy pulsing of his lips- Joe’s own lullaby of heavy breathing and slight slurping. It was then that he began to rut against Joe’s bared hip, his sensitive length greedy as it worked against the coarse friction of his own flannel pyjamas and the dip beneath Joe’s hipbone. Nick found Joe’s name tumbling from his lips but he kept the volume down, not wanting to wake Joe as excitement pulsed through his solid flesh.
“Joe, I love you, I love your mouth,” Nick purred against the pillow, thumb crooking against Joe’s tongue as his hips buckled hurriedly, “Gosh, Joseph-” And then Joe swallowed thickly around him, so gentle around the taste of his little brother, and Nick gasped gruffly as he creamed his pants and went heavy atop Joe.
As Nick’s orgasm hit, Joe’s lips went slack and Nick would’ve worried more loudly, started uttering desperate apologies, had his brain been awake enough. Instead, he just blinked, shifted as he slipped the digit from his new favourite wet hot heat. His breathing was as rushed as his thrusts had been; there was a sheen to his forehead; an eventual awkward anxious cramping in his chest. His thumb hovered awkwardly, slick with his brother’s spit, almost pressed into his brother’s lower lip.
With sleep heavy eyes, Joe watched the sparkle to Nick‘s dark irises, the colour high in his cheeks. With a little sigh his gaze fell to Nick’s shuddering chest, “It’s ‘kay, Nicky,” He murmured- not letting Nick’s thumb fall away completely before he’d pressed a gentle kiss to the tip and smiled wide for him, “Your thumb’s good.”
Nick laughed a little uneasily, brushing his hand through his hair- “I uh…thanks Joe?”
Joe grinned still, bringing Nick’s hand back towards his mouth. His lips itched for his brother’s thumb again but Nick shook his head again, knowing he’d never sleep, never stop dry humping his brother if he felt the soft suckling again. Joe barely stopped short of toddler-ish pouting when Nick declined and then neither seemed quite sure what to do for a moment…
Nick decided to flip over entirely, pushing his heel back to reassuringly ghost it along Joe’s calf because Joe was sensitive when he was tired. When he heard the familiar suckling sounds ringing out through their shared room again, he concentrated hard on finally falling asleep and not sliding his fingers into the sticky mess beyond his waistband.