New RPS fic - a horse of a different color - Joe/Nick
HA HA - so! Yesterday Mr. Nick Jonas did a bunch of webcasts, and in THIS ONE (which everyone should watch because it's perfect and awesome and made of happiness and light) Nick is sleepy and tired and wonderful.
And at around minute 16 or 17 he calls Joe who is adorable and then tells Nick that he's buying him a preset. The present is a horse - like a big horse. A GINORMOUS horse (yes, he used my favorite word in the entire world - GINORMOUS) that you can put on your lawn. And Nick laughs and thinks Joe's crazy and it's the best thing ever in the world.
Here is the transcript:
joe: i'm buying you something right now.
nick: what are you buying me?
joe: i dunno, i'm at this place where they sell like...these ginormous oversized, like, um, they sell like horses and stuff? like, fake horses? i think i'm gonna buy you a big fake horse.
nick: ...you mean like a stuffed animal?
joe: no, it's like a...i dunno, you put it outside your house.
nick: [laughing] okay.
So, NATURALLY, I wrote porn about it.
*KOFF*
Anyway, thanks to
novaberry for the beta. (And the above transcript.) You are THE BEST.
♥
Title - a horse of a different color
Pairing - Joe/Nick
Rating - nc17
Word Count - 2100
a horse of a different color
Joe was right. The horse is ginormous.
“You’re insane, do you know that?” Nick is standing on the front stoop, staring at the horse that’s currently taking up residence in the middle of his front lawn. It’s white with gold hooves and a thick rhinestone collar. It’s also bigger than most horses Nick has seen in real life.
Nick tries to look away, but he can’t. It’s like the horse is watching him, staring back. Nick narrows his eyes, staring the horse down, then realizes what he’s doing and stops as quickly as he can. It’s like Joe is making him crazy by association.
“You got me a horse, man. Like, a big, fat, huge, fake horse. For the lawn. With rhinestones.”
Joe’s laugh is so pleased Nick thinks he might actually have brain damage. “Dude, do you love it?” he asks.
“Love’s not actually the first word I thought of.”
“I don’t know, bro,” Joe tsks over the phone. “I saw it and it was like it shouted: Bring me home to Nick Jonas! I couldn’t say no.”
Nick is speechless. Joe couldn’t say no to a ten foot tall, gold stuffed horse. Nick’s not even surprised.
“But what am I supposed to do with it, Joe?”
Joe is quiet for a minute, and then very seriously says, “Just love him, Nicky. That’s all he wants.”
Sometimes Nick honestly has no idea what’s wrong with his brother.
*
A few hours later Joe plops down on the couch next to Nick as he’s killing time watching ESPN and waiting for Joe to come over.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, man,” Joe says. He yanks a pillow from the top of the couch and sticks it behind his head. “That horse is awesome.”
“Did I tell you Demi stopped by earlier?” Nick asks.
If Joe notices the change of subject he doesn’t mention it. “Yeah?”
“Yep,” Nick tells him. He tries to keep his face serious, but he can feel the edges of his mouth tugging up in a smile. “She named him Sparkles.”
Joe’s laugh is quick and sharp and fills the room, and Nick just gives up. He’s been holding back since he first heard about the horse on that stupid phone call with his brother last night, and he honestly can’t do it anymore. He leans into Joe’s side and laughs until he can barely breathe, every once in a while managing to gasp out, “A horse. You bought me a freaking horse.”
“Oh, man, what I wouldn’t give to have seen your face this morning when you saw it,” Joe finally gets out.
Nick wipes his eyes. “Me? You should have seen Mom.” And that’s it. They’re off again, drowning out the TV and everything else around them.
Sometimes it kind of freaks Nick out how easy it is to relax when Joe is around. It’s like… at any other time all Nick can think about is everything he’s supposed to be doing, what he has to do later, all the things that are always filling his mind, clogging up his brain. He never really just sits around to sit around, laughing on the couch and watching basketball highlights, and then Joe shows up and wham! It’s like that’s the only thing in the world Nick wants to be doing.
“What did Dad say?” Joe says after a minute. He’s fussing around and Nick doesn’t know what his problem is until Joe grabs Nick’s arm and yanks him closer so his back is slotted perfectly against Joe’s chest and side. Nick looks over his shoulder and Joe just grins at him, hair sticking out from under a backward Dodgers hat, the edge of his t-shirt pulling down under Nick’s weight. Nick goes to move and Joe shakes his head. He currls an arm around Nick’s shoulder and says, “Stay. Now, come on. Tell me what dad said.”
“Uhm. After spending twenty minutes trying to convince Frankie he couldn’t ride it? Not much,” Nick tells him. He’s trying to concentrate and remember what happened just a few hours ago when they all woke up to find Sparkles the horse on their front lawn, but he’s having a hard time keeping track of the conversation with Joe’s arm around his shoulders, and Joe’s hand on his belly.
Joe hmms quietly, and Nick feels it in the rumble of Joe’s chest against his back. “Where’s everybody now?”
“Out,” Nick says. Joe’s fingers are light, moving back and forth across the bottom of Nick’s undershirt, and every once in a while he can feel Joe’s fingers against his skin. It makes him shiver.
“They coming back soon?”
Nick shakes his head. “Mom said something about—“ Joe’s thumb tucks under the elastic of Nick’s sweats and Nick feels his face flush so quick he nearly goes dizzy with it. He bites his lip and says, “Uhm. Getting clothes for Frankie, I think. Then food shopping, and then...something else. I don’t remember.”
“Ahh. Right. Have to make sure the rock star has all his important stuff around,” Joe teases. He’s still just running his thumb back and forth under the waist of Nick’s pants and it’s making Nick a little crazy. “Big, important rock star things like Diet Coke and pretzel rods and—“
Nick turns his head and huffs when he sees Joe’s smirk. “Now, Joe? Really?” Sometimes Nick can’t believe his brother. “We haven’t been able to hang out since Dallas and you pick now to screw with me about Diet Coke?”
Joe chuckles and breathes, “Aww, Nicky. I’m only teasing,” into the side of Nick’s neck and in that split second everything changes.
Because this is his Joe now. His. The one no one else gets to see except Nick. This is what Joe saves just for him, all the time, and knowing that drives Nick crazy, makes him wild and shaky and desperate with want. Nick’s been so busy and it’s been so long. They haven’t been their normal selves for months now, with all the touring and the in and out of hotels and the schedule Nick’s been keeping, but this. This is them.
“Yeah, well. Tease me later, man,” Nick tells him.
Joe laughs again and it’s so familiar to Nick, but so different from the way he laughs with everyone else that it twists Nick all up inside. Any other time he’d laugh too, lighten everything up, maybe make a joke of his own, but not today. It’s been too long and Nick needs it, needs Joe and he can’t even concentrate enough to tease him back.
Nick’s already half-hard from Joe’s hands on him but he needs something else. Needs more. He twists and turns so he’s half kneeling, half sitting on Joe’s lap, and presses him back into the cushions of the couch, fingers yanking wild and almost desperate at Joe’s shirt and pants.
“Hey,” Joe says quietly. His eyes are dark, his mouth curled in a smile, and Nick can’t stop touching him.
“Joe, I need—“ Nick slides his fingers up under the sleeves of Joe’s shirt and feels Joe’s skin, warm and soft. He touches Joe’s chest. Knocks the hat off Joe’s head so he can tug on his hair, yank his head back and kiss his mouth and chin and neck.
“God, Nick, I missed you,” Joe breathes. He wraps his arms around Nick’s back and pulls him in even closer and it’s like neither of them can get close enough. Like if Nick pushes and Joe pulls they can somehow climb inside each other so they can always be together, just like this, hands and mouths and skin and clothes touching and twisting around each other until Nick stops knowing what’s him and what’s Joe because it doesn’t even matter anymore, not really.
Nick can feel Joe’s breath, damp and hot against his neck. He moves his hips, presses down and feels the answering pulse of Joe’s dick against his, and it’s not enough, Not even close to what Nick wants. When he pulls his hands from Joe’s arms, Nick sees red marks and scratches from where his fingers were and he tries to remember to apologize for that later, but now all he needs is to feel Joe against him, to feel him hot and hard and wet against Nick, so he yanks and pulls until both of their pants and boxers are out of the way and there’s nothing between them but skin and sweat.
“Joe, your hand…” Nick says, and that’s all Joe needs to hear. Nick has to bite back a curse when Joe’s fingers close around him and then Joe is pulling him closer, biting the shell of his ear.
“You were so good yesterday, Nick.” Joe’s voice is low, ripped open, his hand making Nick arch and moan against him. “You know I was watching you, right? Every place you went I was watching you online, thinking how awesome you were, how amazing. I’m so proud of you, dude,” Joe pants, and Nick is so hard he can barely stand it. He wants to come so badly his teeth ache. “You’re just – Nick, you’re so—“
“Joe, god, you can’t – I can’t—“
“Come on,” Joe almost growls. Nick feels the press of Joe’s teeth against his throat, Joe’s fingers twisting and pulling on his dick and that’s it; Nick can’t do it, he can’t hold back any longer and he bites his lip and comes all over Joe’s fingers and hand and belly.
The TV is still playing low in the background and somewhere outside Nick can hear a dog barking, but it doesn’t matter, none of it really matters, because Joe is under him breathing hard and curling his fingers in Nick’s shirt, and all Nick wants to do is make Joe come.
Nick tilts Joe’s face and kisses the edge of his jaw and ear and mouth. Joe’s eyes are dark, his skin flushed dark pink and gold. Nick yanks on his hair, tips his head back and Joe shakes under him, his dick pressing up against Nick’s skin.
“God, Nick. Can you—“
“Yeah, Joe. I—“ Joe’s dick is hot and heavy in Nick’s palm. He rubs his thumb over the tip, sliding the wetness around and Joe’s arms nearly crush Nick, he’s holding Nick so hard.
This is what Nick loves. This is always the part he likes the best. Being able to do this to Joe. For him. Watching Joe need him and want him - knowing that whatever he does it’s making Joe crazy, making him want Nick and need him as much as Nick needs Joe.
Nick tugs again just a little harder, a little rougher than Joe usually likes, and that does it. Joe stiffens and comes, warm and wet between their bodies. Nick waits until his breathing is a little slower, more even to Nick’s, and then he drags his fingers through the mess between their stomachs, the mix of his come and Joe’s, the two of them all smashed up together like they have been their whole lives.
“Wow,” Joe says, voice a little rough. He shakes the hair from his eyes and grins.
“Yeah,” Nick says and laughs.
“Huh. If I knew I’d get that out of it, I’d have bought you that horse years ago, man.”
Nick punches Joe in the chest so hard is echoes in the room.
*
When Nick wakes up the next day, it’s to the sound of Frankie squealing, and his mother sighing, and his dad stomping around the house.
He looks out his bedroom window and bursts into hysterics, because standing on the front lawn next to Sparkles is the biggest, shinest, tackiest dragon Nick’s ever seen. He manages to find his phone, and opens it to a text message already waiting for him:
sparkles has a friend now. you should come over and thank me
I’ll be there after lunch, Nick sends back, then laughs for the rest of the morning.
-end-
And at around minute 16 or 17 he calls Joe who is adorable and then tells Nick that he's buying him a preset. The present is a horse - like a big horse. A GINORMOUS horse (yes, he used my favorite word in the entire world - GINORMOUS) that you can put on your lawn. And Nick laughs and thinks Joe's crazy and it's the best thing ever in the world.
Here is the transcript:
joe: i'm buying you something right now.
nick: what are you buying me?
joe: i dunno, i'm at this place where they sell like...these ginormous oversized, like, um, they sell like horses and stuff? like, fake horses? i think i'm gonna buy you a big fake horse.
nick: ...you mean like a stuffed animal?
joe: no, it's like a...i dunno, you put it outside your house.
nick: [laughing] okay.
So, NATURALLY, I wrote porn about it.
*KOFF*
Anyway, thanks to
novaberry for the beta. (And the above transcript.) You are THE BEST. ♥
Title - a horse of a different color
Pairing - Joe/Nick
Rating - nc17
Word Count - 2100
a horse of a different color
Joe was right. The horse is ginormous.
“You’re insane, do you know that?” Nick is standing on the front stoop, staring at the horse that’s currently taking up residence in the middle of his front lawn. It’s white with gold hooves and a thick rhinestone collar. It’s also bigger than most horses Nick has seen in real life.
Nick tries to look away, but he can’t. It’s like the horse is watching him, staring back. Nick narrows his eyes, staring the horse down, then realizes what he’s doing and stops as quickly as he can. It’s like Joe is making him crazy by association.
“You got me a horse, man. Like, a big, fat, huge, fake horse. For the lawn. With rhinestones.”
Joe’s laugh is so pleased Nick thinks he might actually have brain damage. “Dude, do you love it?” he asks.
“Love’s not actually the first word I thought of.”
“I don’t know, bro,” Joe tsks over the phone. “I saw it and it was like it shouted: Bring me home to Nick Jonas! I couldn’t say no.”
Nick is speechless. Joe couldn’t say no to a ten foot tall, gold stuffed horse. Nick’s not even surprised.
“But what am I supposed to do with it, Joe?”
Joe is quiet for a minute, and then very seriously says, “Just love him, Nicky. That’s all he wants.”
Sometimes Nick honestly has no idea what’s wrong with his brother.
*
A few hours later Joe plops down on the couch next to Nick as he’s killing time watching ESPN and waiting for Joe to come over.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, man,” Joe says. He yanks a pillow from the top of the couch and sticks it behind his head. “That horse is awesome.”
“Did I tell you Demi stopped by earlier?” Nick asks.
If Joe notices the change of subject he doesn’t mention it. “Yeah?”
“Yep,” Nick tells him. He tries to keep his face serious, but he can feel the edges of his mouth tugging up in a smile. “She named him Sparkles.”
Joe’s laugh is quick and sharp and fills the room, and Nick just gives up. He’s been holding back since he first heard about the horse on that stupid phone call with his brother last night, and he honestly can’t do it anymore. He leans into Joe’s side and laughs until he can barely breathe, every once in a while managing to gasp out, “A horse. You bought me a freaking horse.”
“Oh, man, what I wouldn’t give to have seen your face this morning when you saw it,” Joe finally gets out.
Nick wipes his eyes. “Me? You should have seen Mom.” And that’s it. They’re off again, drowning out the TV and everything else around them.
Sometimes it kind of freaks Nick out how easy it is to relax when Joe is around. It’s like… at any other time all Nick can think about is everything he’s supposed to be doing, what he has to do later, all the things that are always filling his mind, clogging up his brain. He never really just sits around to sit around, laughing on the couch and watching basketball highlights, and then Joe shows up and wham! It’s like that’s the only thing in the world Nick wants to be doing.
“What did Dad say?” Joe says after a minute. He’s fussing around and Nick doesn’t know what his problem is until Joe grabs Nick’s arm and yanks him closer so his back is slotted perfectly against Joe’s chest and side. Nick looks over his shoulder and Joe just grins at him, hair sticking out from under a backward Dodgers hat, the edge of his t-shirt pulling down under Nick’s weight. Nick goes to move and Joe shakes his head. He currls an arm around Nick’s shoulder and says, “Stay. Now, come on. Tell me what dad said.”
“Uhm. After spending twenty minutes trying to convince Frankie he couldn’t ride it? Not much,” Nick tells him. He’s trying to concentrate and remember what happened just a few hours ago when they all woke up to find Sparkles the horse on their front lawn, but he’s having a hard time keeping track of the conversation with Joe’s arm around his shoulders, and Joe’s hand on his belly.
Joe hmms quietly, and Nick feels it in the rumble of Joe’s chest against his back. “Where’s everybody now?”
“Out,” Nick says. Joe’s fingers are light, moving back and forth across the bottom of Nick’s undershirt, and every once in a while he can feel Joe’s fingers against his skin. It makes him shiver.
“They coming back soon?”
Nick shakes his head. “Mom said something about—“ Joe’s thumb tucks under the elastic of Nick’s sweats and Nick feels his face flush so quick he nearly goes dizzy with it. He bites his lip and says, “Uhm. Getting clothes for Frankie, I think. Then food shopping, and then...something else. I don’t remember.”
“Ahh. Right. Have to make sure the rock star has all his important stuff around,” Joe teases. He’s still just running his thumb back and forth under the waist of Nick’s pants and it’s making Nick a little crazy. “Big, important rock star things like Diet Coke and pretzel rods and—“
Nick turns his head and huffs when he sees Joe’s smirk. “Now, Joe? Really?” Sometimes Nick can’t believe his brother. “We haven’t been able to hang out since Dallas and you pick now to screw with me about Diet Coke?”
Joe chuckles and breathes, “Aww, Nicky. I’m only teasing,” into the side of Nick’s neck and in that split second everything changes.
Because this is his Joe now. His. The one no one else gets to see except Nick. This is what Joe saves just for him, all the time, and knowing that drives Nick crazy, makes him wild and shaky and desperate with want. Nick’s been so busy and it’s been so long. They haven’t been their normal selves for months now, with all the touring and the in and out of hotels and the schedule Nick’s been keeping, but this. This is them.
“Yeah, well. Tease me later, man,” Nick tells him.
Joe laughs again and it’s so familiar to Nick, but so different from the way he laughs with everyone else that it twists Nick all up inside. Any other time he’d laugh too, lighten everything up, maybe make a joke of his own, but not today. It’s been too long and Nick needs it, needs Joe and he can’t even concentrate enough to tease him back.
Nick’s already half-hard from Joe’s hands on him but he needs something else. Needs more. He twists and turns so he’s half kneeling, half sitting on Joe’s lap, and presses him back into the cushions of the couch, fingers yanking wild and almost desperate at Joe’s shirt and pants.
“Hey,” Joe says quietly. His eyes are dark, his mouth curled in a smile, and Nick can’t stop touching him.
“Joe, I need—“ Nick slides his fingers up under the sleeves of Joe’s shirt and feels Joe’s skin, warm and soft. He touches Joe’s chest. Knocks the hat off Joe’s head so he can tug on his hair, yank his head back and kiss his mouth and chin and neck.
“God, Nick, I missed you,” Joe breathes. He wraps his arms around Nick’s back and pulls him in even closer and it’s like neither of them can get close enough. Like if Nick pushes and Joe pulls they can somehow climb inside each other so they can always be together, just like this, hands and mouths and skin and clothes touching and twisting around each other until Nick stops knowing what’s him and what’s Joe because it doesn’t even matter anymore, not really.
Nick can feel Joe’s breath, damp and hot against his neck. He moves his hips, presses down and feels the answering pulse of Joe’s dick against his, and it’s not enough, Not even close to what Nick wants. When he pulls his hands from Joe’s arms, Nick sees red marks and scratches from where his fingers were and he tries to remember to apologize for that later, but now all he needs is to feel Joe against him, to feel him hot and hard and wet against Nick, so he yanks and pulls until both of their pants and boxers are out of the way and there’s nothing between them but skin and sweat.
“Joe, your hand…” Nick says, and that’s all Joe needs to hear. Nick has to bite back a curse when Joe’s fingers close around him and then Joe is pulling him closer, biting the shell of his ear.
“You were so good yesterday, Nick.” Joe’s voice is low, ripped open, his hand making Nick arch and moan against him. “You know I was watching you, right? Every place you went I was watching you online, thinking how awesome you were, how amazing. I’m so proud of you, dude,” Joe pants, and Nick is so hard he can barely stand it. He wants to come so badly his teeth ache. “You’re just – Nick, you’re so—“
“Joe, god, you can’t – I can’t—“
“Come on,” Joe almost growls. Nick feels the press of Joe’s teeth against his throat, Joe’s fingers twisting and pulling on his dick and that’s it; Nick can’t do it, he can’t hold back any longer and he bites his lip and comes all over Joe’s fingers and hand and belly.
The TV is still playing low in the background and somewhere outside Nick can hear a dog barking, but it doesn’t matter, none of it really matters, because Joe is under him breathing hard and curling his fingers in Nick’s shirt, and all Nick wants to do is make Joe come.
Nick tilts Joe’s face and kisses the edge of his jaw and ear and mouth. Joe’s eyes are dark, his skin flushed dark pink and gold. Nick yanks on his hair, tips his head back and Joe shakes under him, his dick pressing up against Nick’s skin.
“God, Nick. Can you—“
“Yeah, Joe. I—“ Joe’s dick is hot and heavy in Nick’s palm. He rubs his thumb over the tip, sliding the wetness around and Joe’s arms nearly crush Nick, he’s holding Nick so hard.
This is what Nick loves. This is always the part he likes the best. Being able to do this to Joe. For him. Watching Joe need him and want him - knowing that whatever he does it’s making Joe crazy, making him want Nick and need him as much as Nick needs Joe.
Nick tugs again just a little harder, a little rougher than Joe usually likes, and that does it. Joe stiffens and comes, warm and wet between their bodies. Nick waits until his breathing is a little slower, more even to Nick’s, and then he drags his fingers through the mess between their stomachs, the mix of his come and Joe’s, the two of them all smashed up together like they have been their whole lives.
“Wow,” Joe says, voice a little rough. He shakes the hair from his eyes and grins.
“Yeah,” Nick says and laughs.
“Huh. If I knew I’d get that out of it, I’d have bought you that horse years ago, man.”
Nick punches Joe in the chest so hard is echoes in the room.
*
When Nick wakes up the next day, it’s to the sound of Frankie squealing, and his mother sighing, and his dad stomping around the house.
He looks out his bedroom window and bursts into hysterics, because standing on the front lawn next to Sparkles is the biggest, shinest, tackiest dragon Nick’s ever seen. He manages to find his phone, and opens it to a text message already waiting for him:
sparkles has a friend now. you should come over and thank me
I’ll be there after lunch, Nick sends back, then laughs for the rest of the morning.
-end-
