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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Jonas_Brothers
  Relationship:
      Nick/Joe
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-17 Words: 978
****** Cold Morning ******
by itsthedetails
Summary
     Nick's too cold to get out of bed, and takes care of matters with Joe
     sleeping (or so he thinks)in the next bed.
Nick wakes slowly, rising from a dream he can't remember. The hotel room is
dark, only sharp breaks of light creeping around the edges of the curtains. The
air in the room is icy cold; the air conditioning running like there's a July
heat wave outside instead of it being a crisp March morning in the Northeast.
He shifts and stretches, huddling deeper under the warmth of his covers. He
should get up, get in the shower, start his day, but they don’t have any
commitments until the afternoon and he just can’t drag himself from the cocoon
of heat he’s wrapped himself in.
Drifting into a half waking doze, he rouses slightly at the insistent throb of
his morning hard on. Almost always he would take care of it in the shower, but
the thought of emerging into the cold air is wholly unappealing.
Quickly, he peeks over at Joe’s bed; all he can make out is a mess of dark
waves poking from under a lump of covers. His voice barely more than a rough
whisper, he calls out to Joe, once, than twice. “Joe, Joe.” The lump doesn’t
even stir.
Satisfied that Joe is still sound asleep, he slides his palm over his chest;
the heal of his hand teasing his pointed nipple, then continuing downward,
until his hand slips into his boxers.
He wraps his fingers around is dick, hard and hot in his hand and starts an
easy, lazy stroke. The sheets scritch-scratch against his skin as he burrows
deeper down into the mattress. It feels so good, stimulating his bared skin.
With his other hand, he shoves his boxers down his legs, so as he fists his
dick tighter, every inch of his skin rubs against the humid cotton of the
sheets, causing him to moan with arousal.
His left hand presses into the sweaty skin of his thigh, alternately digging
fingerprints into the tender skin there and tensing flat. His fist pumps
furiously, little grunts and moans that he tries to choke back escaping without
warning, until there is a sudden and sharp blast of cool air as his blankets
lift and Joe climbs into bed next to him.
He squeaks in surprise and shivers as the cooler air meets the sheen of sweat
on his skin. “Joe! What are you doing?”
Even in the dark, he can see the brightness in Joe’s eyes. “Didn’t think he
could be over here moaning like that and not make me want to join you.”
Joe’s tucked along his side, his cock a heavy press against his hip.
“Don’t let me stop what you started.”
The first touch of Joe’s finger tips, light on his belly, make him gasp again
and hunch in on himself. They’ve done stuff before, but usually late at night
when their so wound up on energy that they rub against each through their
clothes until they’re both coming in their shorts. This deliberate touching is
different. It means something and Nick relaxes into it and lets Joe’s fingers
trace the soft flesh of his belly and slip down to twine with his own fingers
around his dick.
He whines, “Joe—please.”
But Joe doesn’t give in, with a huff of breath against Nick’s neck he presses
his thumb to the wet slit of Nick’s cock. Something in Joe snaps and he moves
quickly, shoving his own boxers off and shifting on top of him.
He wants this, God, he wants Joe and he tries to help, move, shift so he can
feel Joe, skin to skin. They’re awkward, but it doesn’t matter. Joe’s hovering
over him. His sleep-wavy hair, wild around his face—and Nick reaches up sliding
his fingers through it to cup the back of his neck and yank him down so their
mouths meet.
It’s sloppy and wet, much like their stuttered thrusting, but it’s good. Joe’s
tongue slips into his mouth, thick and hot, and he realizes the moaning he’s
hearing is coming from him. He jerks his hips faster, his cock riding Joe’s and
he blows his wad thick and messy between them.
Joe groans and shakes above him, coming like a freight train. Joe’s elbows
quiver and then he all but collapses on top of him. Joe’s heavy and Nick’s
sweaty like he’s been on stage all night under the lights, but he doesn’t want
to push Joe away.
They both catch their breath and Joe shifts a bit so he’s not crushing Nick.
He’s grinning and there’s a glint in his eyes that is never a good sign. “You
know, for future reference if you’re gonna beat it in the bed right next to me,
it’s only polite to ask me to join you.”
He gives Joe a good shove, as he feels the flare of pink rise on his cheeks.
“Like you’ve never jerked off with me in the room.”
Joe flicks at Nick’s side. “Never claimed I hadn’t, but just so we’re clear
when I do it I’m hoping you’ll come join me.”
He didn’t know that Joe wanted him like this, but now that he did—
He flips the blanket back, scratching at the drying come on his belly. He gets
up from the bed, and stands naked in the middle of the room. “I’m going to take
a shower.” Gesturing at his middle, he says. “This is gross.” He starts to walk
toward the bathroom, leaving Joe staring after him. Almost at the bathroom door
he stops and looks back at Joe. “Since it’s the polite thing to do, I just want
to let you know after I wash up, I’m probably gonna jerk off. If, you know, you
want to join me.”
He heads straight into the bathroom, a smirk on his face when he hears Joe
struggle out of the tangle of blankets to follow him.
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