Comment fic reposted here for posterity...
My spn_j2_bigbang fic has eaten my LIFE lately, but last night mediaville convinced me I should take a break from Jared and Jensen to write porn about Nick Jonas's mouth. Nick Jonas's mouth is a persuasive argument. So here's 575 words of random Joe/Nick blowjob porn of dubious quality. Originally posted here.
"I'll be quick," Nick says, and Joe groans and flops his head back against the green room couch. He grips a hand in Nick's thick curls, clingy with sweat. Joe's dick is thick and swollen, pressed up tight behind his fly. He still feels dizzy with post-show adrenaline as Nick slides down his zipper and grips a hand around him. Nick's plush little mouth is hanging open like he can't even wait to get it on Joe. Like he's been thinking about this all night the way Joe has.
Nick's breath ghosts hot and damp over the head of his dick, and Nick looks up from between his legs, such a pretty picture. "Whatcha waitin' for, Nicholas?"
Nick grins, and then he closes his eyes and opens his mouth around the head of Joe's dick. It's all soft, wet heat as his lips part, a little flicker of tongue between them, lapping at Joe's slit. Joe groans, trying to swallow back the sound, fingers pulling tight in Nick's hair. There are people passing in the hallway, laughing and talking with no clue that Joe's in here getting head from his little brother. Somehow that just makes it even better.
Nick sips a breath through his nose and folds his lips over his teeth to take Joe in deeper. His hot little tongue swirls around the head of Joe's dick, rubbing and stroking, and Joe rocks his hips up, urging Nick on. He shifts his hand to the back of Nick's neck, where the hair is soft and fine, and kneads his fingers there gently, because Nick's still just sucking the head of his dick, and as good as that is, it isn't nearly enough. "Come on," he whispers impatiently, and Nick takes the cue to swallow him whole.
He can't actually take all of Joe's dick in his mouth, so he gags and coughs and has to pull off and try again, swallowing when Joe hits the back of his throat, taking him as deep as he can in hesitant little gulps. Nick's hand comes up, ringing the base of Joe's dick, working in a jerky rhythm with his mouth. It's sloppy and wet, Nick's spit dribbling down over Joe's balls, wheezy little noises forced out of him when he tries to take Joe too deep. Joe's already spurting precome like a fountain. He can feel every drop squeezing out of his slit, Nick swallowing it all down eagerly, barely even pulling back for breath.
Joe groans out, "Gonna come," lifting his hand off Nick's neck, but Nick doesn't pull back, just gulps down Joe's load as it comes, swallows it and keeps nursing at Joe's dick, licking at it until Joe can't take it anymore. He presses a clumsy hand to Nick's shoulder, and Nick gets the message.
It's almost worse when he pulls off though, because then Joe can see exactly what he's done to Nick's mouth, all wet and plump, smeared obscenely red under the glaze of Joe's come. He rubs his thumb across it, tracing the curve of Nick's mouth, the inside of his lip where his teeth dug into the tender flesh. Nick's lips purse to kiss the pad of his thumb, and Joe looks up from his pretty, swollen mouth to meet Nick's eyes.
"Told you it'd be quick," Nick says huskily, and Joe hauls him up into a kiss.
"That means there's time to return the favor."
♥
I just sold some Beverly Cleary books to an eight year old in a Jonas Brothers t-shirt, which makes me feel vaguely guilty about the things I do on the internet. Whoops.
"I'll be quick," Nick says, and Joe groans and flops his head back against the green room couch. He grips a hand in Nick's thick curls, clingy with sweat. Joe's dick is thick and swollen, pressed up tight behind his fly. He still feels dizzy with post-show adrenaline as Nick slides down his zipper and grips a hand around him. Nick's plush little mouth is hanging open like he can't even wait to get it on Joe. Like he's been thinking about this all night the way Joe has.
Nick's breath ghosts hot and damp over the head of his dick, and Nick looks up from between his legs, such a pretty picture. "Whatcha waitin' for, Nicholas?"
Nick grins, and then he closes his eyes and opens his mouth around the head of Joe's dick. It's all soft, wet heat as his lips part, a little flicker of tongue between them, lapping at Joe's slit. Joe groans, trying to swallow back the sound, fingers pulling tight in Nick's hair. There are people passing in the hallway, laughing and talking with no clue that Joe's in here getting head from his little brother. Somehow that just makes it even better.
Nick sips a breath through his nose and folds his lips over his teeth to take Joe in deeper. His hot little tongue swirls around the head of Joe's dick, rubbing and stroking, and Joe rocks his hips up, urging Nick on. He shifts his hand to the back of Nick's neck, where the hair is soft and fine, and kneads his fingers there gently, because Nick's still just sucking the head of his dick, and as good as that is, it isn't nearly enough. "Come on," he whispers impatiently, and Nick takes the cue to swallow him whole.
He can't actually take all of Joe's dick in his mouth, so he gags and coughs and has to pull off and try again, swallowing when Joe hits the back of his throat, taking him as deep as he can in hesitant little gulps. Nick's hand comes up, ringing the base of Joe's dick, working in a jerky rhythm with his mouth. It's sloppy and wet, Nick's spit dribbling down over Joe's balls, wheezy little noises forced out of him when he tries to take Joe too deep. Joe's already spurting precome like a fountain. He can feel every drop squeezing out of his slit, Nick swallowing it all down eagerly, barely even pulling back for breath.
Joe groans out, "Gonna come," lifting his hand off Nick's neck, but Nick doesn't pull back, just gulps down Joe's load as it comes, swallows it and keeps nursing at Joe's dick, licking at it until Joe can't take it anymore. He presses a clumsy hand to Nick's shoulder, and Nick gets the message.
It's almost worse when he pulls off though, because then Joe can see exactly what he's done to Nick's mouth, all wet and plump, smeared obscenely red under the glaze of Joe's come. He rubs his thumb across it, tracing the curve of Nick's mouth, the inside of his lip where his teeth dug into the tender flesh. Nick's lips purse to kiss the pad of his thumb, and Joe looks up from his pretty, swollen mouth to meet Nick's eyes.
"Told you it'd be quick," Nick says huskily, and Joe hauls him up into a kiss.
"That means there's time to return the favor."
♥
I just sold some Beverly Cleary books to an eight year old in a Jonas Brothers t-shirt, which makes me feel vaguely guilty about the things I do on the internet. Whoops.