Growing Down - Chapter Eight
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Chapter 8
At fifteen and eighteen, the two were beginning to drift apart, and Joe didn’t like it one bit. He wasn’t going to say anything, wasn’t going to make the rift between them grow any larger by making that sort of mistake, instead he cramped Nick’s space more to get his little brother’s attention. He missed Nick like the trees missed the sun at night, and even though he didn’t really know what that meant, he knew he hated being separated from his brother. It was just after a show that they had some downtime in a hotel, just relaxing, side by side in the same bed when Joe started it.
He reached over, hand snaking under the hem of Nick’s white t-shirt in a quick, sly motion, fingertips grazing lightly over the skin. The younger boy doubled over, giggles erupting as that imperfect smile graced Joe’s vision and his fingers dug in a little more, and then suddenly Nick rolled off of his side of the bed, landing on his feet clumsily. Joe followed, bringing out his leg in a sweeping motion and tripping them both so they fell in a tangled mess on the carpet. “Joe, s-stop!” Nick pleaded, “I hate when you touch me there!”
Instead of leaving Nick alone, he used both hands now, and the two rolled, each trying to gain the upper hand on the other. Their legs twisted together and sometimes it was hard to tell who was winning, and other times it was an equal playing field. The first 'break' happened at a standstill where they were both laying on their sides, the fight leaving them all at once so they could catch their breath. Then, suddenly, Joe was back on top, tickling mercilessly once more. "Please, Joe, stop!"
Slumping a bit, a mock-defeated look on his face, he did stop. Maybe it was the 'please,' or maybe it was just how red their faces were from the activity, but he lifted Nick’s shirt so he could look at the area in question. “I don’t know why,” he said matter-of-factly, as if their earlier conversation about Nick not liking being touched there had gone uninterrupted. “It’s so cute, you’re so cute, especially when you squirm.” He was straddling Nick’s hips and brought his hand down experimentally as if to prove a point, tickling over the soft, baby fat gently. Nick’s hips bucked as he giggled, trying and failing to throw Joe off of him, and then the older Jonas bent down, licking in a circle around Nick’s belly-button before dipping in. He pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk, looking at the wet tracks his tongue had left before leaning back down again and biting gently at the salty flesh.
Nick gave a startled “Oh!” and Joe only smiled, biting harder and he felt his brother’s hips move once more but not as if he were trying to throw him off again - more like, well, it was more like he wanted more. It reminded him of when they had been younger and didn’t know any better, rutting against each other mindlessly because it felt good. When they both learned what it meant, they had stopped, of course. When Joe finally pulled away he blinked in surprise, mouth opening slightly at the perfect set of teeth marks he’d left on that porcelain skin. He blushed as he realized he really liked seeing a mark that he had left on that slightly rounded belly. “What’s wrong?” Nick asked, obviously seeing the slightly shocked and stupid look on his brother’s face.
Joe’s eyes found Nick’s and his blush only deepened, “I, uh, didn’t mean to leave a mark…sorry.” Nick’s hips thrusted upwards again, head rolling back and eyes closing, face flushed as if he the thought of Joe marking him was just oh so fucking hot and he was surprised when he felt the press of Nick’s hard-on against his thigh through their shorts. “Well, well, well, looks like you don’t dislike all contact to your stomach,” he said with a smug grin on his face. Then his lower lip got pulled inward as he chewed on it thoughtfully, “Can I - I want to do it again.”
Nick didn’t, or couldn’t, say anything and just nodded instead. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and as Joe’s lips made contact with his skin he said, “No, let me up!” But it was too late as Joe licked, sucked, nibbled and bit at the softness, rolling parts around in his mouth which made Nick make these noises Joe had never heard from him before - and those noises along with the sheer knowledge of what they were doing were some of the reasons he felt his own dick thicken where it pressed against Nick’s leg. When Joe pulled back and stared openly at the red, abused skin he let his eyes travel up slowly until they met Nick’s and he said, voice husky, “Admit it . . . you like when I touch you there,” an eyebrow raised and a pompous air about his expression.
“Gosh, Joe, yeah,” Nick breathed, catching his breath slowly and trying to sit up and push Joe off of him at the same time. “I’m pretty sure you know that but, uhm, can you get off of me now? That was really weird.” Joe, however, looked like he had other ideas.
“I wanna try something, Nicky, I wanna find out,” he swallowed visibly, “I wanna know if it feels good in other places.” Nick’s eyes widened and Joe added, “It’s not like I can really do this with any of the girls I go out with, it’s just us, and I want to know what it feels like.” Joe could tell Nick was about to shoot him down so just leaned forward, lips landing on Nick’s stomach again, hands sliding up to push the shirt and expose his younger brother’s chest. His lips followed those smooth hands, flicking his tongue over first one nipple and then the other, until Nick let out this moan that seemed to send his hormones into overdrive. “Damn. Nick, I wanna know what it feels like,” Joe said, practically ripping his own shirt in his haste to take it off.
Nick did sit back up then, and Joe slid down onto the floor as the fifteen year old placed a hand tentatively on the skin of Joe’s taut stomach. “I, Joe, this-“ but he just shook his head, eyes dark with something Joe didn’t quite recognize as he bent down and lapped at where one of Joe’s hips rode just above the line of his shorts like a kitten with a bowl of milk. Small, wet, tentative licks that were enough to make his mouth dry, hips bucking up as he tried to press his skin into that warm cavern. Suddenly Nick was like a wild animal, tongue, lips and teeth all over his muscled abdomen, leaving marks of his own and Joe felt completely and utterly helpless to the weird mix of hormones, bliss and insanity. Heat crept over every inch of exposed skin while he felt chills everywhere else, a hand twisting into those dark curls bobbing over his stomach, then his nipples and then, oh, yesss that was his neck and his collar bone, and holy shit!
Nick pulled away slowly, and Joe concentrated on his breathing as he sat up, looking down at the marks on his stomach and chest then at Nick’s flushed cheeks. “Oh, wow.” Nick only nodded, playing with Joe’s shirt which was still on the floor, determinedly not meeting his brother’s eyes. Joe leaned forward once more, licking Nick’s earlobe which only made the younger boy shiver, pushing Joe away roughly.
“Alright, alright, you got what you wanted it feels good everywhere, ok? Just - just leave me alone now.” His voice was a bit shaky, eyes squeezed shut and studiously avoiding looking at anything at all costs and Joe wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong.
Shifting so he was even closer to Nick, he said, “Everywhere?” Curiously his eyes trailed to the obvious tenting in the dark shorts. Nick cracked open one eye, followed Joe’s gaze, and promptly stood up and walked to the bed on the far side of the room. Joe got up slowly, heading to the other bed that they had been laying on before and spread himself across it on his back, complaining loudly as he looked at his own erection straining against the fabric of his shorts, “Now what am I gonna do?”
He glanced sidelong at Nick’s profile, trying to decipher the expression on it before he heard his brother snap, “I don’t know, jerk off or something?” Smirking, Joe decided to push Nick’s buttons a bit further as he took that advice, not bothering to get up. He slipped his shorts and briefs down, hand slowly wrapping around his cock as he tugged upwards, twisting a bit and spreading a bit of pre-come with his thumb running over the tip. He kept his silence, though, for now as he started doing exactly what Nick had suggested, jerking in slow but sure movements.
He heard movement and suddenly another body was on the bed next to him, a smaller hand pushing his away and taking its place and Joe gasped, staring at his brother’s face who in turn was looking straight at Joe’s dick like it were some precious trophy, or better yet, some kind of new food he wanted to try. That calloused hand closed around the very base of him as Nick’s head slowly lowered and he licked at the tip, tongue dipping into the hole on top. “Nnng, fuck, Nicky!”
Nick just turned his head, met Joe’s eyes, and winked. Then he opened those perfect lips, crooked teeth tucked behind them as he took the head of Joe’s shaft into his mouth and sucked. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, it was like the sun and the moon colliding and blinding him, oh, wait, his eyes were closed and he forced them back open to watch as Nick took more of him inside. He couldn’t help it as his hips jerked wildly, humping up further into all that hot, wet, slippery mess that was that amazing mouth and he let out a strangled cry when Nick’s hand massaged his sac.
Always a quick study, Nick moved and adjusted the angle so that the next time Joe slid in it was all the way, bending along the curve of his little brother’s throat and he lost it, screaming wordlessly as he felt the pressure that had been building pumping out of him and Nick, oh, his beautiful Nicky just swallowed it all, throat moving over the sensitive tip and Joe had to pull him off with a hand in those precious curls. Nick smirked in a self-satisfied way, just staring at Joe like Yeah, I went there before Joe pushed him so he was lying flat on the bed. “Holy shit, you have got to know what that feels like.”
He yanked off Nick’s shorts and boxers, pulling his own up in the process before lowering his mouth to Nick’s very hard, and very real dick and he just opened his mouth wide, taking in as much as he could. It was awkward and he pulled back when Nick’s hips jumped, pushing himself further in, then Joe decided to take a different approach, licking from the bottom to the top. Nick let out this whine that made him smile as he swirled his tongue around the pink, blood-filled head, then skimmed his teeth along the slit on top, and that sound happened again. Finally when he felt comfortable with it he just took in as much as possible, head bobbing as he went down on his brother, feeling it drag back out, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. And Nick kept making those deep, whiney, moaning sounds of being pleased which only egged Joe on.
Forcing the muscles in his throat to relax, he tried to deep-throat Nick, gagging slightly and pulling back up for air, but not releasing that silky muscle from between his lips. Breathing through his nose was key, he learned, before going back down and busying his vocals with something he’d overhead Garbo talk about as he began to hum the chorus to six minutes because it was the first song that popped into his head. He was only able to take Nick in halfway, but it seemed to be doing the trick; “Oh, fuck!” Nick said and Joe moved faster, really going at Nick as if he were tastier than the sweetest food on Earth. It was a rare occasion that Nick cursed, and Joe was going to remember it for forever. The fifteen year-old didn’t last much longer before a musky, salty, gooey substance was suddenly in his throat, his mouth, and he forced himself to swallow it.
He took his first real, good breath of air as he came back up, falling down onto his back next to Nick on the bed who was still re-learning how to breath. Suddenly an arm that didn’t belong to him slung across his chest and he turned, nose less than an inch from Nick’s and did what felt natural - he closed the distance between them. Lips touched and it was like that first kiss years before in Paris, back just before the Diabetes and before the fame and then Nick pressed forward, tongue swiping across Joe’s bottom lip as if asking permission and Joe opened, greedily accepting the bounty offered. The taste of themselves and each other mingled as Nick moved so their bodies were pressed close together, boxers and shorts still a tangled mess at the younger boy’s knees, but that was ignored as Joe’s hand came up to get lost in Nick’s curls, and Nick’s tongue resumed their prior wrestling, but since this wasn’t something he thought he could (or wanted to) win, it was a much slower match against his brother.
When they finally broke for air Nick pulled up his shorts, a blush creeping up his neck and flooding his cheeks which only made Joe smile. He leaned in, placing light, quick kisses against Nick’s forehead, his temples, his nose, cheeks and chin. When his little brother’s eyes closed he pressed those soft kisses against each closed lid, feeling them warm and fluttering beneath him before he finally let his lips find Nick’s again. He moaned into the kiss in a satisfied way, feeling teeth nip at his bottom lip and he pressed their bodies together again. He turned so he was on top of Nick, lips and tongue pressing swift, half-kisses against Nick’s, licking along that pouty bottom lip and then along the perfect top one. He shoved his tongue past them and traced the curve of his brother’s teeth, loving that this was a whole new part of Nick he could memorize.
“Joe,” Nick said softly when they finally stopped making out. “What the heck are we doing?” He didn’t know what to say, but Nick didn’t really need him to answer. “What have we been doing? Ever since Paris,” Joe nodded, nuzzling his cheek against Nick’s softer one. “Joe, I don’t think this is what would be considered a normal, healthy relationship.” The older Jonas couldn’t help but smile at that before Nick snorted and added, “I’m pretty sure it’s considered dysfunctional.”
“Mmm,” Joe hummed, pretending to think long and hard about it. “We should ask Z100 if we can perform at their Dysfunctional Family Picnic, we’d fit right it.” He grinned when Nick laughed at the bad joke, poking Joe in the stomach as he only pressed himself more snugly against Nick’s side. “Dysfunctional or not, Nick, I’m just really happy right now, okay?”
Nick inhaled sharply and Joe felt fingers under his chin, tilting his face so their eyes could meet. “Joe, we really shouldn’t be doing this, or talking about this. It’s sin, it’s wrong and it’s illegal.” Face falling, Joe couldn’t help that he was hurt and disappointed; he’d never been able to lie to Nick, anyway, not about his feelings. “I’m sorry I just, Joe,” and he ran his hands in soothing circles on his older brother’s back. “This is one thing, but we shouldn’t do it again after tonight.”
He hated it. He hated this whole situation and at that moment he hated that they were related because he understood what Nick was saying, even if he didn’t like it. Nodding, he buried his face against Nick’s chest and he just breathed heavily, trying to get his emotions under control. Alright, so the words after tonight kept repeating, echoing dangerously in his mind and he leaned in, nipping at that tender, pink nipple. Nick gasped, body arcing as he leaned into the touch, welcoming it at least for now and Joe smirked as he did it again. He could feel those soft hands running through his hair, across his back, down the side of his arms as he sucked hard on the pink nub.
He pulled back and ignored his erection (and the one his brother was now sporting as well) as he said, “So, I guess I should probably stop doing that, huh?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked and eyes gone dark with lust. Nick shook his head, moderately amused, then kissed Joe on the cheek, hips pushing up as he rutted against his older brother’s hip.
Joe couldn’t help but respond in kind, moving so one of his legs was between Nick’s and he licked the warm skin of that porcelain neck, hips rocking against the musician’s, tiny sounds coming from deep in his chest. He wasn’t sure why Nick could press these buttons in him so effectively, but he also hated that just because they were related they couldn’t have this for forever. He wanted forever with Nick, wanted forever in a way he shouldn’t, and in a perverse way it didn’t bother him in the slightest.
“So,” Nick gasped and pushed Joe away from his neck, face flushed. Joe stared, unable to help it, he wanted to see Nick’s face just like that all the time. He shouldn’t want that for his little, beautiful baby boy, but he did. He couldn’t help that somewhere along the way he’d fallen in love, and debauchery had so much appeal. “Care for a reenactment?” Nick asked; face turning a prettier shade of pink if possible.
Joe leaned forward and kissed him gently, slowly, and he stopped only long enough to let his lips move in a different way against Nick’s as he whispered “You have no idea.”
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