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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Jonas_Brothers
  Relationship:
      Joe/Nick
  Character:
      Joe_Jonas, Nick_Jonas
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Age_Regression
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-11-22 Words: 1933
****** you will see me again and live in me ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Nick bit his lip as he realised that he could actually see the extra
     breadth of his shoulders compared to Joe’s, the difference in
     musculature. Sixteen year old Joe hadn’t seriously been into working
     out yet. Originally posted at boyfriends_fic.
you will see me again and live in me (reference)
Nick found himself smiling as he watched little Joe – he felt a little gleeful
whenever he said that, even if it was only in his own head – wandering around
the room, bouncing on his toes in excitement. He’d been shy at first, kept
looking at Nick with his big, shining eyes; he still did, in fact, whenever he
thought Nick wouldn’t notice. But he’d relaxed some, more closely resembling
the hyperactive ball of energy Nick remembered.
Still, the disparity between the Joe of Nick’s memories and the Joe in the room
was startling. The main thing Nick couldn’t get over was how small he was. Nick
knew Joe’s body like his own, knew its muscles and sinews, its birthmarks and
scars. Knew it because the same blood ran through their veins and because the
knowledge that he loved and was loved was settled deep into his bones. Now he
faced the reality of this odd individual, a living memory, a blend of so
familiar and half-forgotten.
He eyed Joe, categorising the differences as Joe poked at the PS3 and pawed
through the games in the cabinet, his shirt riding up. Smooth, tanned skin;
soft belly with a faint trail of dark hair. And his face, little to no stubble
at all. He just looked soyoung.
Nick wanted to get up close, see more of the deviations that made up the sum of
someone who was not quite his brother.
He was off the couch and across the room before he realised it, standing a
little too close to Joe for it to be comfortable for him. The thought gave Nick
a weird little thrill, and he moved further in, crowded Joe against the
cabinet. Nick bit his lip as he realised that he could actually see the extra
breadth of his shoulders compared to Joe’s, the difference in musculature.
Sixteen year old Joe hadn’t seriously been into working out yet. It made Nick’s
pulse quicken, heat suffuse his stomach and spread through his limbs.
“Can we play this – ” Joe began urgently before he let out a yelp, realising
how close Nick was. Joe laughed and socked Nick before feeling up his
shoulders. “You’re – my baby bro grew up so big,” he breathed, grinning.
Nick felt his own smile grow larger in response and flexed his biceps beneath
Joe’s palms to make him laugh. Joe obliged.
“Aw, I’m so proud of you, Nicky.” The facetious tone wasn’t really convincing
since his breath hitched. His whole face was lit up – it said, clear as day,
that there wasn’t anywhere he’d rather be than right here, surrounded by Nick.
Joe kept clumsily patting Nick’s arms like he didn’t realise what he was doing,
the new Call of Duty game forgotten. His hands trembled, just slightly.
Probably any person besides Nick wouldn’t have noticed, but this was them, and
they stood close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s breath.
Lazily, Nick cupped Joe’s ribcage in both his hands, rubbing his thumbs over
each bump. “Hey, Joe,” he said, but didn’t continue, waiting until Joe was
distracted, mouth parted slightly and eyelashes flickering over his cheeks.
Then he slid his hands lower, seeing how far his fingertips could span Joe’s
waist, and kissed him. And Joe just took it, letting him in as easy as
anything.
He didn’t kiss back, however, even when Nick teased at his mouth with playful
little licks, even when they made him shiver and melt against Nick a bit more,
loose-limbed. Nick tickled the roof of his mouth before easing back a bit,
giving his lower lip a lush suck along the way. He liked the way it made Joe’s
mouth shine, red and glossy. It made him look like he’d been worked over,
kissed so thoroughly it was plain for anyone to see.
I did this, thought Nick, a frisson of anticipation shooting through him. I did
this to Joe.
Joe breathed in quick, shallow pants, obviously turned on, and Nick drew him
closer, pressed their chests flush against each other.
“Nick ... ” said Joe.
“Yeah?” murmured Nick, nuzzling Joe’s ear and then his neck, loving the feel of
his soft, downy skin.
Nick felt Joe’s head drop against his shoulder. He rubbed his face distractedly
against Nick’s shirt. “Um.”
Nick eased a hand lower until he was cupping and squeezing Joe’s arse. This was
so weird and so good. Shockingly, spine-meltingly good. It was as if there were
two Joes superimposed upon one another; the Joe he should see, his Joe, and the
Joe whom he was holding. He kept being startled anew by how tiny this Joe was
when he expected someone just a little bit taller, more solid. Everything on
this Joe was built on a smaller scale – even his thighs were smaller, which was
maybe a weird thing to notice about his brother, but so was making out with
him, and that train had left the station a while ago.
Nick found himself rubbing his hands over Joe’s hips and thighs, long, slow
strokes. “You were saying?”
Pulling back to look at Nick’s face, Joe said, “I was saying? I mean, I was.
What?” He looked hazy and confused, his pupils blown.
Nick smiled again, smug, and held Joe’s chin in one of his hands. He pressed
his thumb against Joe’s bottom lip and leaned in, eyes beginning to close in
anticipation.
“I was saying!” Joe said hurriedly, stopping Nick from closing the gap between
them, but he was laughing so Nick didn’t mind as much. “I wassaying – we do
this?”
“This?” echoed Nick.
“This,” hissed Joe, gesturing between them and doing something with his hands
that looked fairly obscene.
“Oh, right. Uh. Sure,” said Nick slowly, more interested in watching the flush
of heat spread further down Joe’s throat until it disappeared beneath the
neckline of his shirt.
Joe licked his lips and eyeballed Nick like he didn’t – quite – believe him.
“Really?” He sounded wary.
“Would I lie to you?” said Nick and kissed him before he had a chance to
answer. Joe kissed back with a lot more enthusiasm than finesse, which was
surprisingly hot, just like everything else about him. It was playful and
sloppy, Nick tipping Joe’s head back and trying to wrestle Joe’s tongue down
with his own.
They broke apart, Nick absent-mindedly wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand. He stroked his fingers against Joe’s jaw, feeling the barely-there
stubble. He trailed two fingertips against Joe’s mouth. “Suck it.”
When Joe did, Nick couldn’t contain a groan, his jeans tightening. He licked
his own lips sympathetically and imagined Joe sucking his dick – young, sweet-
faced Joe, barely sixteen – pumping his fingers in and out of Joe’s mouth a few
times to see what it would look like.
Joe gazed back at him, hot-eyed, shameless. Gorgeous. His tongue worked between
Nick’s fingers, eager.
“Oh, fuck,” said Nick, and didn’t even care when it made Joe smirk. Instead,
Nick focused on fumbling at Joe’s fly with his other hand, almost yanking the
button off. “Come on, come on,” he muttered.
When he finally got the zip down, they both groaned. Nick finally pulled his
fingers out of Joe’s beautiful, perfect mouth with a wet pop.
“Take your shirt off and pull down your pants,” Nick said, voice husky. He
cleared his throat and had to swallow as Joe did so, dropping his shirt on the
floor and leaving his pants around his feet. He stood in front of Nick mostly
naked, shivering – but not with cold. His face was so open, trusting.
Nick moved in and mouthed at a nipple, hearing Joe’s sucked in breath,
shockingly loud. Nick rubbed a hand soothingly along one of Joe’s hips until he
exhaled shakily. Then Nick continued teasing the nipple into a hard little
point, tapping his wet fingertips a few times down Joe’s lower spine. A tease
and a promise of what was to come.
When Nick pressed his ear against Joe’s chest he could hear his heart jack-
rabbiting. The room was quiet but for Joe’s panting breaths. In all honesty,
Nick didn’t feel much better off but he was better at hiding it.
He circled an arm around Joe’s waist and held him tightly as he brushed a wet
fingertip against Joe’s little pucker. Joe jumped but didn’t jerk away, and
Nick became bolder, easing a little way in before pulling out again. He stroked
along Joe’s crack, soothingly.
Looking at Joe’s face, Nick saw that he’d sunk his teeth into his lower lip.
Nick pressed a kiss against Joe’s collar bone before dropping to his knees,
wincing. The wooden floor hurt but it was worth the look on Joe’s face:
shocked, wide-eyed, covetous.
Had Joe thought Nick would only take, not give? The idiot. Nick would do
anything for him, and this would be a pleasure, not duty.
Though Nick was determined to do so on his own terms.
Joe’s cock was hard and straining, its head leaving a shiny damp trail against
his stomach hairs. His balls were drawn high and tight. Nick held them in a
palm, curious; massaged them and bounced them a little, gently. By then Joe was
making small, desperate noises like he was so turned on that it would actually
hurt him if he didn’t come soon. Nick made hushing sounds and fucked his finger
into Joe, once, twice, and leaned in to breathe on Joe’s cock. It leaked more
under his attention.
Nick added a second finger and pumped them in and out. He grabbed Joe’s cock
and, ignoring how it made his whole head feel too hot, rubbed it against his
lips. He did this until Joe was pushing back and forth like he didn’t know
which way he wanted to go more. Joe’s hands were fisted by his sides to stop
himself from grabbing Nick – he knew if he did that Nick would stop altogether.
Sitting back on his heels to get a better look, Nick began to use his fingers
in Joe’s arse in a fast, hard rhythm. He let go of Joe’s cock, ignoring his
whine.
Nick waited a heartbeat, a breath, two breaths. He grinned up at Joe, licking
his teeth.
“Nick, Nick, I can’t, I need more,” said Joe, looking close to tears.
From his vantage point, Nick could see Joe’s abdominals, not as defined as
older Joe’s, tense and flutter again and again. He hummed and kept fucking his
fingers into Joe. “What do you need, baby?” Baby– he loved how he could now
call Joe this, turning the tables around.
“Want you to s-suck me.”
“Like this?” Nick kept his expression guileless – or as guileless as you can
look with a shit-eating grin – and moved into to lick at the big vein on Joe’s
cock with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh, shit,” said Joe in a strangled voice as he unclenched his fisted hands and
clamped them down on Nick’s shoulders. He shot hard and repeatedly, everywhere,
messing his belly, his chest, Nick’s cheek. His hips pumped and his stomach
muscles trembled with the force of it, covered in thick white strands.
Nick could feel every contraction from inside him, and felt his dick twitch in
his pants. Joe sagged onto the floor, lashes fluttering, Nick’s fingers sliding
out of him.
Joe lolled his head in Nick’s direction though it looked like he had trouble
getting his eyes to focus. “Give me five minutes,” he gasped. “Return the
favour.”
Nick settled in to wait.
 
 
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