It Takes One to Know One
Title: It Takes One to Know One
Author: vanessatolins
Word Count: 2,575 (haha my keyboard likes to add in #'s...)
Disclaimer: did not happen.
Pairing/Rating: Joick/NC-17
I wanted to write 'Nick develops sudden Telepathy' and this is what happened. warning: crack ahead.
Nick had a headache, and it all started the moment Joe had begun to pull away from him during his second show in New York . He’d pulled Joe closer, the headache didn’t go away, but the feeling of that warm body pressed against his own was comforting. It was later that night when he slumped off the stage, collapsing into a chair in the dressing room and taking Advil right away that it seemed to get worse. It dulled the pain, but didn’t make it stop, and he let out a frustrated groan because he really hoped he didn’t have his very first migraine. He was escorted back to the waiting SUV and into the back after smiling and nodding to the fans, but he didn’t touch any of them, not really in the mood.
The Trump Hotel never looked better, but instead of going away, his headache only seemed to get worse in the lobby full of people. He bypassed them quickly and headed for the elevator, Big Rob right behind him with a worried look on his expressive face. He was supposed to go out to eat with the others, supposed to meet them in the lobby after he showered and changed, but he couldn’t do it - he felt too miserable. He pulled out his cell phone and texted Joe ‘need you…please come.’
It took him a solid five minutes before Big Rob believed him enough to let him close the door and he said, “Here’s the key to my room, when Joe shows up just give it to him, okay?” He hadn’t gotten a text back but there was no doubt in his mind that Joe would show up. He needed Joe; Joe had always been there for him and always would be. He just knew it would probably take more than five minutes for his brother to get here. With a heavy click, the door closed and he headed for the bathroom. The headache was dimmed a little bit with the door closed and he ran the water, the rushing sound oddly comforting despite the headache. It actually seemed to help, made him hear the water, the sound of it splashing violently against the porcelain tub and eventually the headache faded to a dull throb in the middle of his forehead. At least it wasn’t everywhere, anymore, and a dull throb he could deal with until it went away.
“Dude, are you okay?” he heard and turned to see Joe staring at him blankly. He shook his head and then nodded, unable to decide, but when Joe got closer the headache got a little bit worse and he whimpered and slumped into a sitting position on the tile of the bathroom floor. He’d never even gotten undressed, just stood there fully clothed and let the rushing water soothe his troubled mind. Joe touched him, then, and everything got really quiet and painless as their skin met on Nick’s cheek with Joe’s fingers. “It’s okay, Nicky, it’s okay; I’m here, it’s okay…” he heard over and over again as Joe began to undress him to just his boxers and pull him toward the bed. “Oh, God, I hope he’s not hurt too badly.”
He was tempted to say something smart about how Joe didn’t have to talk about him like he wasn’t right there, but at that moment he was settled under the covers, Joe’s hand left him and the pain came back worse than before. “Aaah! Joe!” he called and sat up, hands blindly searching because his eyes were shut tight against the almost nonexistent light coming from the one small lamp by the door.
“I’m here!” he heard and their hands connected, fingers weaving together and Joe’s arms were suddenly around him tight. “Just tell me what to do…” Joe said, sounding completely lost. “Need me to get Big Rob?”
“No…just need you, better when you’re around…better when we’re touching…” he said, knowing he wasn’t making much sense.
“I need to get changed, I need to get going soon, shit, Nicky, I love you please tell me what’s wrong…I’m so gonna miss my flight back to L.A. ”
“If I knew what was wrong, Joe, trust me…I’d tell you!” he snapped, tears in his eyes at the fact that Joe had said he had to go soon.
But Joe just stared at him, mouth open in shock and said, “Okay…okay, Nick. I didn’t say anything let’s just calm down and try to go to sleep.”
“Joe, please don’t leave me tonight…” he whispered and Joe just nodded and took off his own shirt and pants, shoes lost somewhere by the door as they curled up in each others arms under the blankets.
“I won’t,” Joe whispered, and then added something about canceling his plans the next day so he could be with Nick.
~*~*~
Nick woke to searing pain in his head and let out a scream. There were footsteps as Joe ran out of the bathroom, briefs askew as if he’d been about to take a leak and Nick met him halfway, throwing his arms around Joe’s neck. “You said you wouldn’t leave…”
“I was in the bathroom, Nick…” Joe replied slowly and Nick somehow knew Joe’s bladder was just killing him. He nodded and took Joe’s hand and they headed into the bathroom and Joe muttered, “Is he really gonna watch me pee or what? This is weird…I’m really worried, maybe I should call Mom or Dad.” Nick ignored this in hopes that Joe wouldn’t, and turned around to give his brother as much privacy as possible.
When he heard the toilet flush he let his hand move to Joe’s elbow so the older Jonas could wash his hands and they made their way back to the bed slowly. There was a blissful silence interrupted by Joe’s voice only once in a while and really random, almost as if he were saying whatever he was thinking to try and keep Nick calm, but really it was just Joe’s presence keeping him sane - and his touch, apparently. “Ugh, I hope he’s asleep,” he heard and smirked, not wanting to give himself away because he wanted to know what else Joe was about to follow that with. “Because having him so close is probably going to kill me.” Joe shifted, then, and that was when Nick realized that his brother had a different need with his dick at the moment; a need not so easily taken care of while attached to his brother.
“Mmm, Nicky…” he heard and suddenly the image of the two of them pressed together, kissing, was in his mind. Shit…he didn’t need to be thinking about kissing Joe now! He had enough problems as it was at the moment without adding this into the equation; without adding his abnormal obsession with Joe, his brother, as another variable. Oh, and he was hard now, too. But, wait, Joe was really moaning his name as the Joe and Nick in his mind began to grind together and suddenly he realized this wasn’t his fantasy. It had never happened like this, slow and grinding, usually they took things quite literally in hand.
The bed was shaking slightly…Joe was jerking off. The thought was a fiery shot that went straight to his groin and his own cock twitched. “Joe?” he asked and he felt his best friend jump in the bed next to him.
“Jesus, Nicky, you scared me…” Joe said and added, “And, fuck that was close…I was close.”
“Uh…” Nick gasped, not sure how to properly respond before he finally settled on, “I’m not sure that’s, ah…appropriate or necessary for me to know…” face burning with heat.
“That you scared me?” Joe asked densely and typically Joe. He sat up and looked down but Joe had the bottom part of himself covered sufficiently that Nick couldn’t tell that Joe had been jerking off.
“No, Joe, I just…UGH! I don’t need to know you’re close, okay?” But from the look on Joe’s face it was obvious that he hadn’t expected Nick to know something like that. They stared at each other for a few mortifying moments before Joe narrowed his eyes and held Nick’s hand tight.
“Can you hear me?” Nick’s eyes widened now because, yeah, he could hear Joe loud and clear. The only problem was that Joe’s lips hadn’t moved.
~*~*~
“Wait…” Nick said carefully for the umpteenth time that night? Morning? It was about three AM, after all, so whatever it was it was not the time to be awake. “You mean I’ve been hearing your thoughts all this time?”
For the love of God, Nicholas, I’m not going to repeat myself again… Joe thought and Nick gasped. He was starting to get better at figuring out what Joe was saying and what he was thinking, but it wasn’t easy. And he was still clinging to Joe’s hand like it were a lifeboat and he’d just fallen off the Titanic. “I want you to try letting go and concentrating, try and hear around you and block it out…” then Joe ran a few random mathematical equations in his head to keep from thinking about whatever he’d been thinking about while jerking off and Nick noticed when Joe visibly relaxed, knowing that his erection must be gone. His own had vanished the moment he’d realized he could read minds.
“I can’t, Joe…” he said weakly, hating the tremor in his own voice far more than anything else that night. He’d studiously avoided telling Joe that he knew Joe had been thinking about him, he couldn’t admit to that or make fun of Joe for that when he was guilty of thinking about Joe, so he was pretending he didn’t know. It seemed to be working out for both of them. Why didn’t he say something? Well, for one thing: they were brothers. For another thing: he had more pressing issues like his apparent telepathy.
“Come on, Nick…people don’t just develop this skill overnight…you have to try and control it you have a show in Pennsylvania tomorrow and I can’t hold your hand on stage.” He pouted but knew Joe was right and closed his eyes, feeling (and feeling stupid) for whatever connection that let him not freak out when he touched Joe. “I know you can do this…”
Nick wasn’t so sure, but about an hour later he felt confident enough that he’d be able to handle some time away from Joe - but now he needed to get some sleep. “Hold your own for a little while, I’m…going to the bathroom…” Joe said and Nick knew he was going to masturbate. He was aching, he was tired, but he built up that wall he and Joe had looked up online when trying to find meditation exercises. It seemed to work as Joe headed for the bathroom and Nick shifted onto his back, unable to sleep without Joe by his side. There was also the nagging curiosity and longing to see if he could tell what Joe was thinking about from between a closed door.
He knew it was wrong. He knew it was way, way wrong to spy on his brother intentionally, but part of him really wanted to know if Joe was thinking about him - and that part of him usually won in these situations. He concentrated on loosening his brick wall one at a time and he heard vague thoughts. One person next door was awake, an insomniac, and they were watching Seinfeld reruns and wishing they could sleep like the person in the other bed (a colleague from work). The person sleeping was dreaming about being at work and what an utter nightmare that was. Apparently her boss was a tyrant.
He pulled out and wondered at how easy it had been now that he knew a little bit more (mostly thanks to Joe) about this whole thing. The internet was a wonderful place when looking for advice when dealing with superhuman abilities, and Nick was grateful Joe had been the religiously curious one when they were younger. He’d been curious enough to read up on Wicca, which was where his older brother had learned of the meditations.
It was weird, like watching a scene in a movie, a pornographic film. He, Nick, in Joe’s head was on his knees sucking Joe off and the Nick in bed about ten feet away felt his own prick thicken considerably at the image. He found himself wondering what it would be like to taste Joe like that; he wondered what it would be like to have that long shaft pushed down his throat like Joe wanted to do to him. He reached down and palmed himself through his boxers before slipping his hand under the waistband and tugging at his own hot, hard shaft.
He let his mind wander to his own fantasy of Joe, the one he rubbed off to most often, let his mind imagine Joe coming out of the bathroom and climbing on top of him with the intention of fucking him until he hurt the next day. He glanced at the door and snuck into Joe’s thoughts once more and then something strange happened. He was staring straight ahead of him and looking at Joe’s reflection in the mirror of the bathroom, but Joe was seeing something else entirely as a scene of Nick giving him a blowjob was still prominent in his mind. He was only vaguely aware of still being on the bed, hand pumping with abandon as he watched Joe’s reflection doing the same thing. Watching Joe beat off was better than the fantasy he’d concocted before because this was real, it was actually happening, and Joe was masturbating in the bathroom so close Nick could walk over there if he wanted to.
And he wanted to. He didn’t, because yeah that might be weird, so instead he stayed in Joe’s head and tried to be quiet on the bed and in Joe’s head. But he couldn’t and he let out a low moan that made Joe jump, hand stopping and falling away from that swollen member as Joe cursed really loud. Nick?!? he demanded, What the fuck are you doing in my head?
Sorry, he thought hastily, I, uh, was I don’t…experiment…curious, I just, Joe just come out here!
I’m gonna kill you… he threatened half-heartedly. Nick knew Joe wouldn’t kill him, but he was pissed that Nick had intruded during such a private moment. The door flung open and he saw himself through Joe’s eyes, sprawled on the bed, boxers pushed down around his knees, hand on his dick and Joe let out a soft, “Oh…” as Nick slipped from his brother’s mind and back into his own.
“You know…you could have said something and saved us both some time…” Joe sighed and sat on the bed next to Nick, shaking his head as a small smile fought its way onto Nick’s lips. “Instead, both times I’ve gotten close you’ve interrupted me…I think it’s time for some payback?”
Nick laughed and said, “Yeah, sure, Joe, whatever that means…oh!” Joe had chosen that moment to kiss him. Joe’s lips were softer than he’d thought they would be as they pressed against his own, warm and solid as he felt Joe snake a loose fist around his dick.
“It means…it’s going to be a long night, Nicholas…”
Author: vanessatolins
Word Count: 2,575 (haha my keyboard likes to add in #'s...)
Disclaimer: did not happen.
Pairing/Rating: Joick/NC-17
I wanted to write 'Nick develops sudden Telepathy' and this is what happened. warning: crack ahead.
Nick had a headache, and it all started the moment Joe had begun to pull away from him during his second show in New York . He’d pulled Joe closer, the headache didn’t go away, but the feeling of that warm body pressed against his own was comforting. It was later that night when he slumped off the stage, collapsing into a chair in the dressing room and taking Advil right away that it seemed to get worse. It dulled the pain, but didn’t make it stop, and he let out a frustrated groan because he really hoped he didn’t have his very first migraine. He was escorted back to the waiting SUV and into the back after smiling and nodding to the fans, but he didn’t touch any of them, not really in the mood.
The Trump Hotel never looked better, but instead of going away, his headache only seemed to get worse in the lobby full of people. He bypassed them quickly and headed for the elevator, Big Rob right behind him with a worried look on his expressive face. He was supposed to go out to eat with the others, supposed to meet them in the lobby after he showered and changed, but he couldn’t do it - he felt too miserable. He pulled out his cell phone and texted Joe ‘need you…please come.’
It took him a solid five minutes before Big Rob believed him enough to let him close the door and he said, “Here’s the key to my room, when Joe shows up just give it to him, okay?” He hadn’t gotten a text back but there was no doubt in his mind that Joe would show up. He needed Joe; Joe had always been there for him and always would be. He just knew it would probably take more than five minutes for his brother to get here. With a heavy click, the door closed and he headed for the bathroom. The headache was dimmed a little bit with the door closed and he ran the water, the rushing sound oddly comforting despite the headache. It actually seemed to help, made him hear the water, the sound of it splashing violently against the porcelain tub and eventually the headache faded to a dull throb in the middle of his forehead. At least it wasn’t everywhere, anymore, and a dull throb he could deal with until it went away.
“Dude, are you okay?” he heard and turned to see Joe staring at him blankly. He shook his head and then nodded, unable to decide, but when Joe got closer the headache got a little bit worse and he whimpered and slumped into a sitting position on the tile of the bathroom floor. He’d never even gotten undressed, just stood there fully clothed and let the rushing water soothe his troubled mind. Joe touched him, then, and everything got really quiet and painless as their skin met on Nick’s cheek with Joe’s fingers. “It’s okay, Nicky, it’s okay; I’m here, it’s okay…” he heard over and over again as Joe began to undress him to just his boxers and pull him toward the bed. “Oh, God, I hope he’s not hurt too badly.”
He was tempted to say something smart about how Joe didn’t have to talk about him like he wasn’t right there, but at that moment he was settled under the covers, Joe’s hand left him and the pain came back worse than before. “Aaah! Joe!” he called and sat up, hands blindly searching because his eyes were shut tight against the almost nonexistent light coming from the one small lamp by the door.
“I’m here!” he heard and their hands connected, fingers weaving together and Joe’s arms were suddenly around him tight. “Just tell me what to do…” Joe said, sounding completely lost. “Need me to get Big Rob?”
“No…just need you, better when you’re around…better when we’re touching…” he said, knowing he wasn’t making much sense.
“I need to get changed, I need to get going soon, shit, Nicky, I love you please tell me what’s wrong…I’m so gonna miss my flight back to L.A. ”
“If I knew what was wrong, Joe, trust me…I’d tell you!” he snapped, tears in his eyes at the fact that Joe had said he had to go soon.
But Joe just stared at him, mouth open in shock and said, “Okay…okay, Nick. I didn’t say anything let’s just calm down and try to go to sleep.”
“Joe, please don’t leave me tonight…” he whispered and Joe just nodded and took off his own shirt and pants, shoes lost somewhere by the door as they curled up in each others arms under the blankets.
“I won’t,” Joe whispered, and then added something about canceling his plans the next day so he could be with Nick.
~*~*~
Nick woke to searing pain in his head and let out a scream. There were footsteps as Joe ran out of the bathroom, briefs askew as if he’d been about to take a leak and Nick met him halfway, throwing his arms around Joe’s neck. “You said you wouldn’t leave…”
“I was in the bathroom, Nick…” Joe replied slowly and Nick somehow knew Joe’s bladder was just killing him. He nodded and took Joe’s hand and they headed into the bathroom and Joe muttered, “Is he really gonna watch me pee or what? This is weird…I’m really worried, maybe I should call Mom or Dad.” Nick ignored this in hopes that Joe wouldn’t, and turned around to give his brother as much privacy as possible.
When he heard the toilet flush he let his hand move to Joe’s elbow so the older Jonas could wash his hands and they made their way back to the bed slowly. There was a blissful silence interrupted by Joe’s voice only once in a while and really random, almost as if he were saying whatever he was thinking to try and keep Nick calm, but really it was just Joe’s presence keeping him sane - and his touch, apparently. “Ugh, I hope he’s asleep,” he heard and smirked, not wanting to give himself away because he wanted to know what else Joe was about to follow that with. “Because having him so close is probably going to kill me.” Joe shifted, then, and that was when Nick realized that his brother had a different need with his dick at the moment; a need not so easily taken care of while attached to his brother.
“Mmm, Nicky…” he heard and suddenly the image of the two of them pressed together, kissing, was in his mind. Shit…he didn’t need to be thinking about kissing Joe now! He had enough problems as it was at the moment without adding this into the equation; without adding his abnormal obsession with Joe, his brother, as another variable. Oh, and he was hard now, too. But, wait, Joe was really moaning his name as the Joe and Nick in his mind began to grind together and suddenly he realized this wasn’t his fantasy. It had never happened like this, slow and grinding, usually they took things quite literally in hand.
The bed was shaking slightly…Joe was jerking off. The thought was a fiery shot that went straight to his groin and his own cock twitched. “Joe?” he asked and he felt his best friend jump in the bed next to him.
“Jesus, Nicky, you scared me…” Joe said and added, “And, fuck that was close…I was close.”
“Uh…” Nick gasped, not sure how to properly respond before he finally settled on, “I’m not sure that’s, ah…appropriate or necessary for me to know…” face burning with heat.
“That you scared me?” Joe asked densely and typically Joe. He sat up and looked down but Joe had the bottom part of himself covered sufficiently that Nick couldn’t tell that Joe had been jerking off.
“No, Joe, I just…UGH! I don’t need to know you’re close, okay?” But from the look on Joe’s face it was obvious that he hadn’t expected Nick to know something like that. They stared at each other for a few mortifying moments before Joe narrowed his eyes and held Nick’s hand tight.
“Can you hear me?” Nick’s eyes widened now because, yeah, he could hear Joe loud and clear. The only problem was that Joe’s lips hadn’t moved.
~*~*~
“Wait…” Nick said carefully for the umpteenth time that night? Morning? It was about three AM, after all, so whatever it was it was not the time to be awake. “You mean I’ve been hearing your thoughts all this time?”
For the love of God, Nicholas, I’m not going to repeat myself again… Joe thought and Nick gasped. He was starting to get better at figuring out what Joe was saying and what he was thinking, but it wasn’t easy. And he was still clinging to Joe’s hand like it were a lifeboat and he’d just fallen off the Titanic. “I want you to try letting go and concentrating, try and hear around you and block it out…” then Joe ran a few random mathematical equations in his head to keep from thinking about whatever he’d been thinking about while jerking off and Nick noticed when Joe visibly relaxed, knowing that his erection must be gone. His own had vanished the moment he’d realized he could read minds.
“I can’t, Joe…” he said weakly, hating the tremor in his own voice far more than anything else that night. He’d studiously avoided telling Joe that he knew Joe had been thinking about him, he couldn’t admit to that or make fun of Joe for that when he was guilty of thinking about Joe, so he was pretending he didn’t know. It seemed to be working out for both of them. Why didn’t he say something? Well, for one thing: they were brothers. For another thing: he had more pressing issues like his apparent telepathy.
“Come on, Nick…people don’t just develop this skill overnight…you have to try and control it you have a show in Pennsylvania tomorrow and I can’t hold your hand on stage.” He pouted but knew Joe was right and closed his eyes, feeling (and feeling stupid) for whatever connection that let him not freak out when he touched Joe. “I know you can do this…”
Nick wasn’t so sure, but about an hour later he felt confident enough that he’d be able to handle some time away from Joe - but now he needed to get some sleep. “Hold your own for a little while, I’m…going to the bathroom…” Joe said and Nick knew he was going to masturbate. He was aching, he was tired, but he built up that wall he and Joe had looked up online when trying to find meditation exercises. It seemed to work as Joe headed for the bathroom and Nick shifted onto his back, unable to sleep without Joe by his side. There was also the nagging curiosity and longing to see if he could tell what Joe was thinking about from between a closed door.
He knew it was wrong. He knew it was way, way wrong to spy on his brother intentionally, but part of him really wanted to know if Joe was thinking about him - and that part of him usually won in these situations. He concentrated on loosening his brick wall one at a time and he heard vague thoughts. One person next door was awake, an insomniac, and they were watching Seinfeld reruns and wishing they could sleep like the person in the other bed (a colleague from work). The person sleeping was dreaming about being at work and what an utter nightmare that was. Apparently her boss was a tyrant.
He pulled out and wondered at how easy it had been now that he knew a little bit more (mostly thanks to Joe) about this whole thing. The internet was a wonderful place when looking for advice when dealing with superhuman abilities, and Nick was grateful Joe had been the religiously curious one when they were younger. He’d been curious enough to read up on Wicca, which was where his older brother had learned of the meditations.
It was weird, like watching a scene in a movie, a pornographic film. He, Nick, in Joe’s head was on his knees sucking Joe off and the Nick in bed about ten feet away felt his own prick thicken considerably at the image. He found himself wondering what it would be like to taste Joe like that; he wondered what it would be like to have that long shaft pushed down his throat like Joe wanted to do to him. He reached down and palmed himself through his boxers before slipping his hand under the waistband and tugging at his own hot, hard shaft.
He let his mind wander to his own fantasy of Joe, the one he rubbed off to most often, let his mind imagine Joe coming out of the bathroom and climbing on top of him with the intention of fucking him until he hurt the next day. He glanced at the door and snuck into Joe’s thoughts once more and then something strange happened. He was staring straight ahead of him and looking at Joe’s reflection in the mirror of the bathroom, but Joe was seeing something else entirely as a scene of Nick giving him a blowjob was still prominent in his mind. He was only vaguely aware of still being on the bed, hand pumping with abandon as he watched Joe’s reflection doing the same thing. Watching Joe beat off was better than the fantasy he’d concocted before because this was real, it was actually happening, and Joe was masturbating in the bathroom so close Nick could walk over there if he wanted to.
And he wanted to. He didn’t, because yeah that might be weird, so instead he stayed in Joe’s head and tried to be quiet on the bed and in Joe’s head. But he couldn’t and he let out a low moan that made Joe jump, hand stopping and falling away from that swollen member as Joe cursed really loud. Nick?!? he demanded, What the fuck are you doing in my head?
Sorry, he thought hastily, I, uh, was I don’t…experiment…curious, I just, Joe just come out here!
I’m gonna kill you… he threatened half-heartedly. Nick knew Joe wouldn’t kill him, but he was pissed that Nick had intruded during such a private moment. The door flung open and he saw himself through Joe’s eyes, sprawled on the bed, boxers pushed down around his knees, hand on his dick and Joe let out a soft, “Oh…” as Nick slipped from his brother’s mind and back into his own.
“You know…you could have said something and saved us both some time…” Joe sighed and sat on the bed next to Nick, shaking his head as a small smile fought its way onto Nick’s lips. “Instead, both times I’ve gotten close you’ve interrupted me…I think it’s time for some payback?”
Nick laughed and said, “Yeah, sure, Joe, whatever that means…oh!” Joe had chosen that moment to kiss him. Joe’s lips were softer than he’d thought they would be as they pressed against his own, warm and solid as he felt Joe snake a loose fist around his dick.
“It means…it’s going to be a long night, Nicholas…”