Truth or Dare
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Truth or Dare.
Boyfriends truth or dare, with people who do INAPPROPRIATE THINGS, like, smoking, drinking, and... stuff. Preferable David Henrie or Garbo or BOTH and a bunch of other random on-lookers.
Both of the boys PRETEND not to want to do a dare with each other but are TOTALLY EAGER.
Inebriated sexy times in a truth or dare circle, pretty much.
For prompt
Nick Jonas wasn't drunk. Tipsy, yes, but definitely not drunk (at least not according to him). Joe had managed to talk Nick into hanging out with he, Garbo, Jack, David, Jess, Lisa, Demi and Ryan at Joe's new place in L.A. that he shared with the other guys (aside from David) - and Nick had intended on going to 'keep an eye' on Joe. Well, that's what he told himself, and Nick Jonas was pretty damned good at lying to himself by now. He'd heard there would be alcohol and somehow thought he needed to make sure Joe didn't do anything stupid.
The group was seated in a circle, instruments and sheet music scattered around the room as if they'd been playing recently and the carpet wasn't quite soft enough to hide the discomfort of the wood underneath. The TV was on in the background but the sound was muted so they could talk while music played softly from the stereo system. Someone had a bag of weed and Jess took a drag from the joint she'd just rolled up. "I'm bored..." she complained and Lisa took a hit before passing it to Garbo.
"Mmmm..." he hummed around the paper and herbs before letting go and handing it to Demi.
He let out the smoke and then said, "Yeah, writing music got boring fast...can't concentrate enough..."
"We could play Truth or Dare," David suggested with an elaborate waggle of his eyebrows. The tension in the room increased and it felt like the temperature rose a few degrees as everyone sat up a bit straighter. There was a hint to David's voice, a set to the body language that suggested this would be more than regular Truth or Dare. "Come on...we haven't played in forever, and we even have someone new to break in..." David looked at Nick and winked.
Nick shivered and watched as Joe took the joint and brought it to his lips. "Shouldn't mix..." Nick whispered and leaned forward as if to stop Joe, but the others just laughed as if he were an amusing puppy.
"Truth or Dare, Joe?" David asked. His idea so apparently he got to start? Nick didn't really care either way and Joe shook his head as he released smoke into the room.
"Dare..." he said with a cocky smirk and everyone laughed again. Joe not say dare? Yeah, right...
"Shotgun little Jonas..." David said as if he knew Joe would do it. Nick wasn't stupid, he knew what shotgunning was (but only because he'd overheard Kevin asking Garbo once) and he was kind of nervous (read: scared). With a jolt he realized Joe was about to kiss him...kind of. Not on the cheek or forehead, but on the lips. Joe's eyes met his, tentative, and Nick nodded before Joe scooted closer. He couldn't let Joe back down from a dare, could he? "Nick, if you don't know what to do...maybe you two should practice first..."
He knew what to do but instead he just shrugged and said, "Alright..." This close he could hear as Joe's breathing picked up just a little, maybe Joe was just as nervous? "So...practice?" he asked curiously and Joe shrugged.
"Uhm...I'm just gonna...get this over with...fast and quick." Nick could tell Joe was fighting more than just the alcohol and pot to get the words out as he leaned in toward Nick and pressed their lips together. Suddenly he was struck stupid as he forgot what he was supposed to do and all he felt was the warmth of Joe's lips on his, and then those lips began to move and Nick remembered. He felt the tip of Joe's tongue nudge at the seam of his own lips and opened easily, but his brother didn't enter...instead Joe blew nothing softly into Nick's mouth and he could taste the remnants from Joe's last hit, the taste of weed mixing with alcohol as he inhaled Joe's exhale.
It was over as quickly as it began and Nick took in a shaky breath of air that was only a little better than what Joe had breathed out. "Easy..." he said and smiled before looking around. Everyone was staring at them and Nick's chin rose defiantly, "Now time for the real thing, right?"
An uneasy chuckle rifled through the room as Joe took the offered joint and inhaled, his eyes never having left Nick's lips since their 'practice' session had ended. This time, Nick was ready. This time...he opened his mouth and when Joe's tongue slid forward to nudge them open, Nick was ready and then Joe's tongue was in his mouth and Joe blew out the smoke. Nick did his best to inhale, having to separate their lips a little in order to do it, but he reconnected them as soon as he could and sucked on Joe's tongue. It tasted weird, it made his sinuses feel funny and his eyes tear, but he kissed Joe until he legitimately needed oxygen and doubted Joe was in much better shape.
He pushed Joe away quickly and let out the smoke, hating the way it tickled his throat on the way up and finally gave into it, coughing out a few last wisps of white. "Whoah, Nicky took that like a pro..." Garbo said approvingly and Nick blushed. "Then again, shouldn't have expected anything less from the perfectionist..."
Joe laughed and ruffled Nick's curls before saying, "Fine...Garbs, Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm...dare," Garbo said easily and Nick was getting the feeling not many 'truth's' were heard for fear of the questions. Truth was sometimes a scarier weapon; at least these actions could always be blamed on the dares.
Joe pointed to the mostly full beer Garbo was holding and said, "Finish that." Garbo just laughed and knocked it back like he'd done it a million times - like it was easy.
The game went on and like Nick suspected, no one chose 'truth.' He'd been dared to take another hit and to take a shot of something that didn't have much alcohol but tasted a little like coffee, and he'd lost count of the stupid shit Joe had been dared to do. Joe checked his levels at one point and helped him adjust his insulin before the game resumed and he heard his name, looking over at Jess curiously. The room seemed a little fuzzy around the edges but Joe, next to him, was clear and solid so Nick focused on that when Jess’ form got a little hazy. "I really wanna see you suck your brother's cock."
Joe shivered next to him and Nick gasped, but other than that, no one moved. "Jesus, Jess...Don’t you think..." Demi said as if to stop this from happening and Nick felt a stab of disappointment.
“No, I mean, yeah, but look at his lips.” He stared at her again as she giggled and her face turned pink from a mix of embarrassment and who knew what else, “Kid’s just beggin’ for it. Shit, yeah, Nick, go down on Joe.” He looked away from her eyes, eyes that seemed to know that he wanted to and Joe cleared his throat as if nervous.
“You mean in front of all of you?” he asked slowly, words slurring a bit and a few people laughed, but not Joe. Instead, Joe shifted and wrapped an arm around Nick’s shoulders solid and familiar and Nick leaned into it. He whispered, “Can we like…work up to it first?”
Joe’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, closed it as if he’d re-thought what he was going to say and muttered, “And I was going to say you didn’t have to…”
Their eyes met and he said, “A dare’s a dare, right, Danger?” Joe shivered and Nick leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his brother’s lips. With his eyes open, he could see everyone staring. Jess and Lisa were watching like they were at a really good movie, Demi looked properly scandalized, David looked as enraptured as the twins. He couldn’t see the others and he didn’t want to so shutting his eyes seemed to cure the problem. Shutting his eyes made him forget everything but Joe’s lips on his, Joe’s hand in his hair…the way Joe’s tongue pushed against his own.
He was kissing Joe. He was kissing his brother. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it probably should have and Joe moaned, leaning against Nick and pushing him down. He could feel the press of both of Joe’s hands on his shoulders now and he fell backwards, leaning on his own arms even as Joe pressed him against the floor. He gave in, surrendered to all that muscled perfection as Joe rocked their pelvises together with a soft grunt. He could feel Joe thick and hard against his own obvious display of arousal and flipped them over so he was on top, nearly rolling into Ryan and Jack in the process.
Nick’s kisses slowly moved down and Joe moaned as Nick’s tongue flickered over that pulse beating steadily beneath the thin layer of his skin. He nipped at the flesh there and Joe gasped, “No marks…” Nick sighed but left that area alone as he pushed Joe’s shirt up and out of his way.
“I can’t believe…” Nick said softly before he attached his lips to Joe’s nipple. The older Jonas groaned and his hips moved upwards against Nick’s chest. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.” He believed his words about as much as he believed that he was doing this, which was confusing because as much as he wanted to do this and was pretending not to, he couldn’t believe it was actually happening. His hands found Joe’s waistband and got to work as if they had a mind of their own while he sucked on Joe’s other nipple. There were two, right? So in his opinion they needed equal attention.
Joe got a fistful of Nick’s curls and tugged and Nick gasped, cock throbbing and trying to demand his attention but he had a job to do…right? He blinked and looked at Joe, looked at how on display his older brother was with his shirt pulled all the way up to his chin, zipper pulled down, button popped open and waistline tugged down low enough to expose the angular jut of hip bones. Joe’s dick pressed against the fabric, tenting it out and stretching it noticeably and Nick remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He got his hands beneath Joe’s ass and tugged on the pockets hard enough Joe let out a surprised yelp, but the jeans slid down until they were around Joe’s thighs. “Oh my God, he’s actually gonna…” someone said and Nick blushed, recalling other people were in the room.
“Shhh!” someone else said quickly, as if they thought that anyone speaking might make Nick stop. He lowered his face until it was next to Joe’s groin. There was a dark, wet stain of pre-come on the light blue fabric with large Superman logos decorating it every few inches and Nick licked the spot almost casually. It tasted funny, but not as bad as the weed had, and he put his mouth around the head of Joe’s cock through the thin fabric and sucked.
Joe moaned and his hips bucked forward, trying to push his dick further into Nick’s mouth. He tongued at it some more, sucking again, soaking the fabric thoroughly and tasting it as Joe’s cock let out a healthy spurt of pre-come. Nick pulled away and slipped a hand through the slit in the middle to get his fingers wrapped around it. Joe gasped and Nick maneuvered Joe’s, uhm, thing out of his boxers so he could see it. Okay, Joe definitely looked a lot smaller when they were changing, Nick decided. True, he’d just felt it, but seeing it was an entirely different story. “You can do it…” someone said as if they thought he was backing out. They’d taken his silence and lack of motion as hesitation; he’d really just been appreciating the view.
He felt Joe’s hand over his own and looked up to see his brother staring at him like whatever he was seeing was hot. He licked his lips and his face was so close to Joe that the tip of his tongue touched the end of Joe’s dick. “Oh, fuck…,” Joe said and his eyes closed, head tilting back to expose his neck. Nick did it again, this time on purpose, and let his tongue linger over the salty, smooth skin before he went down and opened his mouth.
Joe let out a high-pitched whimper and pushed into Nick’s mouth and he felt his eyes sting as the tip of Joe’s dick pushed in too far, too fast and hit his gag reflex. He pulled off and coughed, clearing his throat and resisting the urge to throw up and Joe muttered, “Sorry…sorry, Jesus, Nick…” Joe sounded breathy, confused and generally out of it and Nick looked at him again and noticed he looked just as fucked. He was sweating and his hand was splayed over his taut stomach, fingers curving slightly and stiff as if he were trying not to reach out to Nick.
“Touch him…” Jess said and even though Nick wasn’t sure if he’d completed the dare or not, he knew this wasn’t part of the original idea as he wrapped his own fingers tight around the hot appendage. He bent forward once more and tucked his teeth behind his lips as he wrapped his mouth around the head and licked at the slit on top. Joe gasped and Nick brought his other arm up to hold his brother’s hips in place as a spurt of gooey, salty liquid hit his tongue. He lowered his mouth as he raised his hand and felt his fingers meet his lips midway and began to bob his head up and down as his hand continued to stroke Joe. He felt fingers tug at his curls as Joe fisted his hair and he picked up the pace as those slender hips jerked beneath his arm. “Stop…” he heard just as he was really getting the hang of it and Joe let out a low, guttural moan.
He stopped, much to Joe’s (and his own) disappointment and pulled off quickly, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Joe sat up slowly and leaned heavily against the wall, one hand resting on his thigh as if he were debating finishing himself off. Nick’s own dick twitched at the thought and he shifted, trying not to let the others see how much he’d enjoyed doing that to Joe. He turned to Jess and asked, “So…was that fine? Because, ew, really not doing that again.” He had to look at a point behind her and avoid actual eye contact so she wouldn’t be able to tell he was lying.
She laughed, but it was nervous and unsure, “Yeah, Nick…wow. That was, God, that was hot!”
He blinked as he realized it was his turn to dare someone to do something and he said, “Dave…truth or dare?” He made David put make-up on Jack and pointedly didn’t watch as Joe pulled up his pants and brought his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly because Nick knew he was trying hard not to jerk off.
David made Jack look somewhat like a clown with make-up he’d borrowed from Lisa and Jess and then, as he handed the lipstick back to Lisa he said, “Joe…truth or dare, man?”
Nick’s attention, like everyone else’s, was now focused on Joe who muttered, “Dare…” rather daringly.
“Return the favor…” David said while looking pointedly at Nick.
Both brothers gasped and Joe shifted so he was on his knees. They’d been sitting close enough to each other that that was pretty much all it took for Joe to be in front of him. “Fine…but, uhm…just gonna get it over with…nice and fast,” Joe said, talking more for his own benefit than anyone else’s. From the red staining Joe’s cheeks to the tongue that licked out at plump lips, Nick knew Joe wanted to do it. Unlike Nick, Joe wasted no time with foreplay, seeming to prefer to just get to it as he reached for the button of Nick’s jeans and then the zipper, yanking them down before Nick knew what was happening.
His cock, already hard and thick, pushed against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs and Joe pulled those down and suddenly Nick was completely naked from the waist down as his jeans and underwear were in a pile behind Joe. All he had left were his socks and Joe seemed okay with ignoring those as he settled between Nick’s legs. He had just decided he was going to watch everything as his eyes closed involuntarily when wet heat licked its way from his balls to the tip of his dick and he gasped, fingertips digging into the carpet trying to find something to hold on to.
Before He realized it, calloused fingers clenched around thick brown locks and pushed Joe's head down. It felt amazing, too good to be really happening. Nick had had blow jobs before (one) but it really didn't compare. As suddenly as it had begun, Joe pulled off coughing and Nick let go of his brother's hair as his surroundings came back to him. "You okay?" he asked and Joe nodded as he got into a sitting position and now it was Nick’s turn to be disappointed.
"Oh come on..." David complained, "At least get him off! Seriously…just look at him..."
Joe met his eyes and Nick wondered what he was seeing because Joe was staring at him with pure longing. Long fingers wrapped around Nick's cock and began to stroke him slowly. "Unnng," was what came out instead of anything coherent. But it was too slow - just not enough. He pulled at Joe's shirt, tugged on it and Joe leaned into his personal space to steal a kiss. Their lips collided and Joe’s hand stopped, Nick pushed into it as if to remind Joe he still needed attention and then suddenly he was on his back with Joe on top of him. He pushed frantically at the top of Joe’s pants and used his feet to pull them down around his brother’s knees and Joe spread his legs before thrusting against him.
Joe still had his boxers on and the knowledge that all that was between them was thin fabric drove him to meet Joe’s thrusts and quicken the pace. He reached between them and maneuvered Joe’s cock out through the hole in front again so there wouldn’t be any barriers down there. It was better than he’d expected and he tried to kiss Joe again but felt too lost in the sensation of Joe’s cock dragging against his. Lips latched onto his neck and he felt his brother’s tongue against his speeding pulse and his thrusts became more rushed, more heated.
He felt Joe’s fingers along his cheek and turned his head, kissing blunt fingertips and feeling one push into his mouth. Salty flesh assaulted his taste buds and he sucked hard, feeling Joe’s surprised gasp against his neck. “No…marks,” he mumbled a bit belatedly before sucking on Joe’s finger again.
“Too late…” Joe said with no real hint of apology in his voice. A second finger joined the first and Nick tongued between them and then swirled around them, sucking even harder as their hips grinded together in a fevered rush. “Mmm, ohgodd Nick,” Joe moaned and pulled his fingers free, trembling as if it had been too much sensation. He tipped his head forward, bringing their lips together again and grabbed Joe’s wrist, bringing it down to his ass and lifting his hips, hoping Joe got the hint. “Oh fuck.”
That was all the warning Nick got before a finger slid in fast, buried with a burning sensation up to the second knuckle and Nick bit Joe’s bottom lip, suckling on it. They were both breathing heavily, sweat soaking through their shirts, and Joe slowly began to move his finger. “Unnnf, Joe…” he moaned and then they were half-kissing again, attention focused on what was happening below the waist. Their cocks rubbed together between Nick’s skin and Joe’s boxers and Joe slipped in a second finger, shifted and changed the angle as those fingers bent sweeping over a spot that made Nick’s eyes roll back in his head. He shuddered, hips slowing as he came in thick, heavy spurts.
“Oh man, Nick…” Joe said, his own hips still thrusting into heated skin slippery with Nick’s mess. Nick’s ass clenched a final time around his brother’s fingers, squeezing and when Joe said Nick’s name it was drawn-out, almost pained as he came, pulling away a bit to watch as come painted streaks on Nick’s shirt, neck and face, some even managing to get into his hair.
He blinked and wiped at some of Joe’s jizz on his eyelashes and nearly jumped when he felt Joe’s tongue on him, literally licking, kissing and sucking on every place Nick had come on him. “Mmmm…” he sighed happily, “Gonna need a shower…”
Someone laughed and he dimly recalled other people were there before Joe picked him up and carried him toward the bathroom.
Truth or Dare.
Boyfriends truth or dare, with people who do INAPPROPRIATE THINGS, like, smoking, drinking, and... stuff. Preferable David Henrie or Garbo or BOTH and a bunch of other random on-lookers.
Both of the boys PRETEND not to want to do a dare with each other but are TOTALLY EAGER.
Inebriated sexy times in a truth or dare circle, pretty much.
For prompt
Nick Jonas wasn't drunk. Tipsy, yes, but definitely not drunk (at least not according to him). Joe had managed to talk Nick into hanging out with he, Garbo, Jack, David, Jess, Lisa, Demi and Ryan at Joe's new place in L.A. that he shared with the other guys (aside from David) - and Nick had intended on going to 'keep an eye' on Joe. Well, that's what he told himself, and Nick Jonas was pretty damned good at lying to himself by now. He'd heard there would be alcohol and somehow thought he needed to make sure Joe didn't do anything stupid.
The group was seated in a circle, instruments and sheet music scattered around the room as if they'd been playing recently and the carpet wasn't quite soft enough to hide the discomfort of the wood underneath. The TV was on in the background but the sound was muted so they could talk while music played softly from the stereo system. Someone had a bag of weed and Jess took a drag from the joint she'd just rolled up. "I'm bored..." she complained and Lisa took a hit before passing it to Garbo.
"Mmmm..." he hummed around the paper and herbs before letting go and handing it to Demi.
He let out the smoke and then said, "Yeah, writing music got boring fast...can't concentrate enough..."
"We could play Truth or Dare," David suggested with an elaborate waggle of his eyebrows. The tension in the room increased and it felt like the temperature rose a few degrees as everyone sat up a bit straighter. There was a hint to David's voice, a set to the body language that suggested this would be more than regular Truth or Dare. "Come on...we haven't played in forever, and we even have someone new to break in..." David looked at Nick and winked.
Nick shivered and watched as Joe took the joint and brought it to his lips. "Shouldn't mix..." Nick whispered and leaned forward as if to stop Joe, but the others just laughed as if he were an amusing puppy.
"Truth or Dare, Joe?" David asked. His idea so apparently he got to start? Nick didn't really care either way and Joe shook his head as he released smoke into the room.
"Dare..." he said with a cocky smirk and everyone laughed again. Joe not say dare? Yeah, right...
"Shotgun little Jonas..." David said as if he knew Joe would do it. Nick wasn't stupid, he knew what shotgunning was (but only because he'd overheard Kevin asking Garbo once) and he was kind of nervous (read: scared). With a jolt he realized Joe was about to kiss him...kind of. Not on the cheek or forehead, but on the lips. Joe's eyes met his, tentative, and Nick nodded before Joe scooted closer. He couldn't let Joe back down from a dare, could he? "Nick, if you don't know what to do...maybe you two should practice first..."
He knew what to do but instead he just shrugged and said, "Alright..." This close he could hear as Joe's breathing picked up just a little, maybe Joe was just as nervous? "So...practice?" he asked curiously and Joe shrugged.
"Uhm...I'm just gonna...get this over with...fast and quick." Nick could tell Joe was fighting more than just the alcohol and pot to get the words out as he leaned in toward Nick and pressed their lips together. Suddenly he was struck stupid as he forgot what he was supposed to do and all he felt was the warmth of Joe's lips on his, and then those lips began to move and Nick remembered. He felt the tip of Joe's tongue nudge at the seam of his own lips and opened easily, but his brother didn't enter...instead Joe blew nothing softly into Nick's mouth and he could taste the remnants from Joe's last hit, the taste of weed mixing with alcohol as he inhaled Joe's exhale.
It was over as quickly as it began and Nick took in a shaky breath of air that was only a little better than what Joe had breathed out. "Easy..." he said and smiled before looking around. Everyone was staring at them and Nick's chin rose defiantly, "Now time for the real thing, right?"
An uneasy chuckle rifled through the room as Joe took the offered joint and inhaled, his eyes never having left Nick's lips since their 'practice' session had ended. This time, Nick was ready. This time...he opened his mouth and when Joe's tongue slid forward to nudge them open, Nick was ready and then Joe's tongue was in his mouth and Joe blew out the smoke. Nick did his best to inhale, having to separate their lips a little in order to do it, but he reconnected them as soon as he could and sucked on Joe's tongue. It tasted weird, it made his sinuses feel funny and his eyes tear, but he kissed Joe until he legitimately needed oxygen and doubted Joe was in much better shape.
He pushed Joe away quickly and let out the smoke, hating the way it tickled his throat on the way up and finally gave into it, coughing out a few last wisps of white. "Whoah, Nicky took that like a pro..." Garbo said approvingly and Nick blushed. "Then again, shouldn't have expected anything less from the perfectionist..."
Joe laughed and ruffled Nick's curls before saying, "Fine...Garbs, Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm...dare," Garbo said easily and Nick was getting the feeling not many 'truth's' were heard for fear of the questions. Truth was sometimes a scarier weapon; at least these actions could always be blamed on the dares.
Joe pointed to the mostly full beer Garbo was holding and said, "Finish that." Garbo just laughed and knocked it back like he'd done it a million times - like it was easy.
The game went on and like Nick suspected, no one chose 'truth.' He'd been dared to take another hit and to take a shot of something that didn't have much alcohol but tasted a little like coffee, and he'd lost count of the stupid shit Joe had been dared to do. Joe checked his levels at one point and helped him adjust his insulin before the game resumed and he heard his name, looking over at Jess curiously. The room seemed a little fuzzy around the edges but Joe, next to him, was clear and solid so Nick focused on that when Jess’ form got a little hazy. "I really wanna see you suck your brother's cock."
Joe shivered next to him and Nick gasped, but other than that, no one moved. "Jesus, Jess...Don’t you think..." Demi said as if to stop this from happening and Nick felt a stab of disappointment.
“No, I mean, yeah, but look at his lips.” He stared at her again as she giggled and her face turned pink from a mix of embarrassment and who knew what else, “Kid’s just beggin’ for it. Shit, yeah, Nick, go down on Joe.” He looked away from her eyes, eyes that seemed to know that he wanted to and Joe cleared his throat as if nervous.
“You mean in front of all of you?” he asked slowly, words slurring a bit and a few people laughed, but not Joe. Instead, Joe shifted and wrapped an arm around Nick’s shoulders solid and familiar and Nick leaned into it. He whispered, “Can we like…work up to it first?”
Joe’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, closed it as if he’d re-thought what he was going to say and muttered, “And I was going to say you didn’t have to…”
Their eyes met and he said, “A dare’s a dare, right, Danger?” Joe shivered and Nick leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his brother’s lips. With his eyes open, he could see everyone staring. Jess and Lisa were watching like they were at a really good movie, Demi looked properly scandalized, David looked as enraptured as the twins. He couldn’t see the others and he didn’t want to so shutting his eyes seemed to cure the problem. Shutting his eyes made him forget everything but Joe’s lips on his, Joe’s hand in his hair…the way Joe’s tongue pushed against his own.
He was kissing Joe. He was kissing his brother. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it probably should have and Joe moaned, leaning against Nick and pushing him down. He could feel the press of both of Joe’s hands on his shoulders now and he fell backwards, leaning on his own arms even as Joe pressed him against the floor. He gave in, surrendered to all that muscled perfection as Joe rocked their pelvises together with a soft grunt. He could feel Joe thick and hard against his own obvious display of arousal and flipped them over so he was on top, nearly rolling into Ryan and Jack in the process.
Nick’s kisses slowly moved down and Joe moaned as Nick’s tongue flickered over that pulse beating steadily beneath the thin layer of his skin. He nipped at the flesh there and Joe gasped, “No marks…” Nick sighed but left that area alone as he pushed Joe’s shirt up and out of his way.
“I can’t believe…” Nick said softly before he attached his lips to Joe’s nipple. The older Jonas groaned and his hips moved upwards against Nick’s chest. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.” He believed his words about as much as he believed that he was doing this, which was confusing because as much as he wanted to do this and was pretending not to, he couldn’t believe it was actually happening. His hands found Joe’s waistband and got to work as if they had a mind of their own while he sucked on Joe’s other nipple. There were two, right? So in his opinion they needed equal attention.
Joe got a fistful of Nick’s curls and tugged and Nick gasped, cock throbbing and trying to demand his attention but he had a job to do…right? He blinked and looked at Joe, looked at how on display his older brother was with his shirt pulled all the way up to his chin, zipper pulled down, button popped open and waistline tugged down low enough to expose the angular jut of hip bones. Joe’s dick pressed against the fabric, tenting it out and stretching it noticeably and Nick remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He got his hands beneath Joe’s ass and tugged on the pockets hard enough Joe let out a surprised yelp, but the jeans slid down until they were around Joe’s thighs. “Oh my God, he’s actually gonna…” someone said and Nick blushed, recalling other people were in the room.
“Shhh!” someone else said quickly, as if they thought that anyone speaking might make Nick stop. He lowered his face until it was next to Joe’s groin. There was a dark, wet stain of pre-come on the light blue fabric with large Superman logos decorating it every few inches and Nick licked the spot almost casually. It tasted funny, but not as bad as the weed had, and he put his mouth around the head of Joe’s cock through the thin fabric and sucked.
Joe moaned and his hips bucked forward, trying to push his dick further into Nick’s mouth. He tongued at it some more, sucking again, soaking the fabric thoroughly and tasting it as Joe’s cock let out a healthy spurt of pre-come. Nick pulled away and slipped a hand through the slit in the middle to get his fingers wrapped around it. Joe gasped and Nick maneuvered Joe’s, uhm, thing out of his boxers so he could see it. Okay, Joe definitely looked a lot smaller when they were changing, Nick decided. True, he’d just felt it, but seeing it was an entirely different story. “You can do it…” someone said as if they thought he was backing out. They’d taken his silence and lack of motion as hesitation; he’d really just been appreciating the view.
He felt Joe’s hand over his own and looked up to see his brother staring at him like whatever he was seeing was hot. He licked his lips and his face was so close to Joe that the tip of his tongue touched the end of Joe’s dick. “Oh, fuck…,” Joe said and his eyes closed, head tilting back to expose his neck. Nick did it again, this time on purpose, and let his tongue linger over the salty, smooth skin before he went down and opened his mouth.
Joe let out a high-pitched whimper and pushed into Nick’s mouth and he felt his eyes sting as the tip of Joe’s dick pushed in too far, too fast and hit his gag reflex. He pulled off and coughed, clearing his throat and resisting the urge to throw up and Joe muttered, “Sorry…sorry, Jesus, Nick…” Joe sounded breathy, confused and generally out of it and Nick looked at him again and noticed he looked just as fucked. He was sweating and his hand was splayed over his taut stomach, fingers curving slightly and stiff as if he were trying not to reach out to Nick.
“Touch him…” Jess said and even though Nick wasn’t sure if he’d completed the dare or not, he knew this wasn’t part of the original idea as he wrapped his own fingers tight around the hot appendage. He bent forward once more and tucked his teeth behind his lips as he wrapped his mouth around the head and licked at the slit on top. Joe gasped and Nick brought his other arm up to hold his brother’s hips in place as a spurt of gooey, salty liquid hit his tongue. He lowered his mouth as he raised his hand and felt his fingers meet his lips midway and began to bob his head up and down as his hand continued to stroke Joe. He felt fingers tug at his curls as Joe fisted his hair and he picked up the pace as those slender hips jerked beneath his arm. “Stop…” he heard just as he was really getting the hang of it and Joe let out a low, guttural moan.
He stopped, much to Joe’s (and his own) disappointment and pulled off quickly, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Joe sat up slowly and leaned heavily against the wall, one hand resting on his thigh as if he were debating finishing himself off. Nick’s own dick twitched at the thought and he shifted, trying not to let the others see how much he’d enjoyed doing that to Joe. He turned to Jess and asked, “So…was that fine? Because, ew, really not doing that again.” He had to look at a point behind her and avoid actual eye contact so she wouldn’t be able to tell he was lying.
She laughed, but it was nervous and unsure, “Yeah, Nick…wow. That was, God, that was hot!”
He blinked as he realized it was his turn to dare someone to do something and he said, “Dave…truth or dare?” He made David put make-up on Jack and pointedly didn’t watch as Joe pulled up his pants and brought his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly because Nick knew he was trying hard not to jerk off.
David made Jack look somewhat like a clown with make-up he’d borrowed from Lisa and Jess and then, as he handed the lipstick back to Lisa he said, “Joe…truth or dare, man?”
Nick’s attention, like everyone else’s, was now focused on Joe who muttered, “Dare…” rather daringly.
“Return the favor…” David said while looking pointedly at Nick.
Both brothers gasped and Joe shifted so he was on his knees. They’d been sitting close enough to each other that that was pretty much all it took for Joe to be in front of him. “Fine…but, uhm…just gonna get it over with…nice and fast,” Joe said, talking more for his own benefit than anyone else’s. From the red staining Joe’s cheeks to the tongue that licked out at plump lips, Nick knew Joe wanted to do it. Unlike Nick, Joe wasted no time with foreplay, seeming to prefer to just get to it as he reached for the button of Nick’s jeans and then the zipper, yanking them down before Nick knew what was happening.
His cock, already hard and thick, pushed against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs and Joe pulled those down and suddenly Nick was completely naked from the waist down as his jeans and underwear were in a pile behind Joe. All he had left were his socks and Joe seemed okay with ignoring those as he settled between Nick’s legs. He had just decided he was going to watch everything as his eyes closed involuntarily when wet heat licked its way from his balls to the tip of his dick and he gasped, fingertips digging into the carpet trying to find something to hold on to.
Before He realized it, calloused fingers clenched around thick brown locks and pushed Joe's head down. It felt amazing, too good to be really happening. Nick had had blow jobs before (one) but it really didn't compare. As suddenly as it had begun, Joe pulled off coughing and Nick let go of his brother's hair as his surroundings came back to him. "You okay?" he asked and Joe nodded as he got into a sitting position and now it was Nick’s turn to be disappointed.
"Oh come on..." David complained, "At least get him off! Seriously…just look at him..."
Joe met his eyes and Nick wondered what he was seeing because Joe was staring at him with pure longing. Long fingers wrapped around Nick's cock and began to stroke him slowly. "Unnng," was what came out instead of anything coherent. But it was too slow - just not enough. He pulled at Joe's shirt, tugged on it and Joe leaned into his personal space to steal a kiss. Their lips collided and Joe’s hand stopped, Nick pushed into it as if to remind Joe he still needed attention and then suddenly he was on his back with Joe on top of him. He pushed frantically at the top of Joe’s pants and used his feet to pull them down around his brother’s knees and Joe spread his legs before thrusting against him.
Joe still had his boxers on and the knowledge that all that was between them was thin fabric drove him to meet Joe’s thrusts and quicken the pace. He reached between them and maneuvered Joe’s cock out through the hole in front again so there wouldn’t be any barriers down there. It was better than he’d expected and he tried to kiss Joe again but felt too lost in the sensation of Joe’s cock dragging against his. Lips latched onto his neck and he felt his brother’s tongue against his speeding pulse and his thrusts became more rushed, more heated.
He felt Joe’s fingers along his cheek and turned his head, kissing blunt fingertips and feeling one push into his mouth. Salty flesh assaulted his taste buds and he sucked hard, feeling Joe’s surprised gasp against his neck. “No…marks,” he mumbled a bit belatedly before sucking on Joe’s finger again.
“Too late…” Joe said with no real hint of apology in his voice. A second finger joined the first and Nick tongued between them and then swirled around them, sucking even harder as their hips grinded together in a fevered rush. “Mmm, ohgodd Nick,” Joe moaned and pulled his fingers free, trembling as if it had been too much sensation. He tipped his head forward, bringing their lips together again and grabbed Joe’s wrist, bringing it down to his ass and lifting his hips, hoping Joe got the hint. “Oh fuck.”
That was all the warning Nick got before a finger slid in fast, buried with a burning sensation up to the second knuckle and Nick bit Joe’s bottom lip, suckling on it. They were both breathing heavily, sweat soaking through their shirts, and Joe slowly began to move his finger. “Unnnf, Joe…” he moaned and then they were half-kissing again, attention focused on what was happening below the waist. Their cocks rubbed together between Nick’s skin and Joe’s boxers and Joe slipped in a second finger, shifted and changed the angle as those fingers bent sweeping over a spot that made Nick’s eyes roll back in his head. He shuddered, hips slowing as he came in thick, heavy spurts.
“Oh man, Nick…” Joe said, his own hips still thrusting into heated skin slippery with Nick’s mess. Nick’s ass clenched a final time around his brother’s fingers, squeezing and when Joe said Nick’s name it was drawn-out, almost pained as he came, pulling away a bit to watch as come painted streaks on Nick’s shirt, neck and face, some even managing to get into his hair.
He blinked and wiped at some of Joe’s jizz on his eyelashes and nearly jumped when he felt Joe’s tongue on him, literally licking, kissing and sucking on every place Nick had come on him. “Mmmm…” he sighed happily, “Gonna need a shower…”
Someone laughed and he dimly recalled other people were there before Joe picked him up and carried him toward the bathroom.