Living on a Prayer - 2
FYI: Odd-numbered chapters are set in the present, even-numbered are set in the past.
Eventually it will all be caught up, though!
Prologue
Chapter 1
February 2nd, 2009
“Nick!” Joe called and tackled his younger brother the moment he stepped through the door to the hotel room they were sharing. “Nicky,” he called again, hands lingering in places they shouldn’t, accidentally on purpose brushing against Nick’s ass, his groin, anything he could get away with as they wrestled.
“Joe!” Nick yelled and scrambled away, a mix of embarrassment, shame and arousal on his face after Joe palmed that semi-hard shaft through those tight jeans.
“Sorry,” Joe shrugged, his voice anything but apologetic. Nick just shook his head; aghast at the fact Joe had touched him like that. It wasn’t anything new, they’d been getting each other off for years, but Nick was such a goody-two-shoes that Joe had to get him in the mood first - or catch him jerking off. They’d always been close, perhaps too close for just brothers, but Nick had always been more than that to Joe so when they were younger and shared a bed more frequently and both woken up with morning wood, well, one thing led to another and they’d given each other fumbling hand-jobs beneath the covers. After that, it slowly became a more common occurrence and they still hadn’t gone further than that.
When they’d been younger, they’d been completely inseparable, attached at the hip and it was virtually impossible to find one without the other but now they seemed to spend more and more time apart. And Nick had his own relationships while Joe had his, silver rings only slightly ignored when they were with each other. After all, if they could go to each other with their needs then they were less tempted to break the promises the rings entailed. If it was each other, it somehow didn’t count. “We can’t get away with that anymore, Joseph,” Nick said and he froze.
“Whatever. Come out with me and my friends tonight,” Joe said casually and grabbed a beanie and a heavy sweater. “Please…” he added when he saw how Nick’s face scrunched up in distaste. “We haven’t done anything fun together in ages…” Joe pouted. “I miss you…”
“Fine…” Nick said as if it was a big deal and it sort of was. Joe was always doing stupid shit, always getting into trouble, and Nick - well, Nick was the good one. Nick was the Angel to Joe’s Devil, the light to the dark, but they’d always been compatible as if they completed each other in a way neither of them would understand until later.
Eventually it will all be caught up, though!
Prologue
Chapter 1
February 2nd, 2009
“Nick!” Joe called and tackled his younger brother the moment he stepped through the door to the hotel room they were sharing. “Nicky,” he called again, hands lingering in places they shouldn’t, accidentally on purpose brushing against Nick’s ass, his groin, anything he could get away with as they wrestled.
“Joe!” Nick yelled and scrambled away, a mix of embarrassment, shame and arousal on his face after Joe palmed that semi-hard shaft through those tight jeans.
“Sorry,” Joe shrugged, his voice anything but apologetic. Nick just shook his head; aghast at the fact Joe had touched him like that. It wasn’t anything new, they’d been getting each other off for years, but Nick was such a goody-two-shoes that Joe had to get him in the mood first - or catch him jerking off. They’d always been close, perhaps too close for just brothers, but Nick had always been more than that to Joe so when they were younger and shared a bed more frequently and both woken up with morning wood, well, one thing led to another and they’d given each other fumbling hand-jobs beneath the covers. After that, it slowly became a more common occurrence and they still hadn’t gone further than that.
When they’d been younger, they’d been completely inseparable, attached at the hip and it was virtually impossible to find one without the other but now they seemed to spend more and more time apart. And Nick had his own relationships while Joe had his, silver rings only slightly ignored when they were with each other. After all, if they could go to each other with their needs then they were less tempted to break the promises the rings entailed. If it was each other, it somehow didn’t count. “We can’t get away with that anymore, Joseph,” Nick said and he froze.
“Whatever. Come out with me and my friends tonight,” Joe said casually and grabbed a beanie and a heavy sweater. “Please…” he added when he saw how Nick’s face scrunched up in distaste. “We haven’t done anything fun together in ages…” Joe pouted. “I miss you…”
“Fine…” Nick said as if it was a big deal and it sort of was. Joe was always doing stupid shit, always getting into trouble, and Nick - well, Nick was the good one. Nick was the Angel to Joe’s Devil, the light to the dark, but they’d always been compatible as if they completed each other in a way neither of them would understand until later.