New Joe/Nick fic - I Loved You Since I Knew You
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mediaville's BIRTHDAY!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
Media, if it wasn't for you I would probably have NEVER LEARNED the wonder of Joe and Nick. SERIOUSLY. And how scary is THAT???
Dude, you're my fandom friend, my internet friend, my Joe/Nick friend, my kill two bottles of wine at dinner friend, my MOMMY friend. You're my sounding board for fic and for when I'm cranky and for when Ava makes me want to pull my hair out. I seriously think you're WONDEFUL and hope you have a fabulous day. I love you, lady!
SO! In HONOR of your very special day, I bring you...
JOE/NICK AU HIGH CLASS ESCORTS FIC!!!
Thanks tonovaberry for checking it over. MWAH!
Title - I Loved You Since I Knew You
Pairing - Joe/Nick
Rating - NC17
Word Count - 3500
Summary - Joe and Nick work for their brother Kevin in his high class escort business. And then they have sex.
I Loved You Since I Knew You
Kevin's office is in the back of the house, with floor to ceiling windows that face the Olympic sized, in-ground swimming pool. It's late afternoon when Joe's phone buzzes with a text: come see me as soon as you're back. He unlocks the front door and makes his way through the house, shoes echoing loudly on the marble tile.
He wonders what Kevin wants. For the first time in forever Joe's been on time to all of his appointments, hasn't rung up the company credit card on fancy belts and watches (much), and even put away the whole food delivery when it came the other day--rather than just grabbing the stuff that was his and Nick's, and leaving Kevin's food to sit in the bags on the counter. So...overall Joe's been awesome lately.
He knocks on the office door and pokes his head inside. "You in here?"
Kevin's sitting behind the desk with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He's got his phone pressed to one ear and motions Joe in with his free hand, sunlight glinting off the platinum band of his watch.
"Yeah, no, I totally see what you're saying, Zac. No, I understand." He shakes his head and shoots Joe a look, lowers his voice. "It'll be fine, I'll send Joe in your place and--I'll be sure to tell him. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure she will."
Joe narrows his eyes. He has a suspicion he knows what Kevin's talking about and he's not liking it even a little bit. Kevin laughs, bright and sharp, and winks at him.
"I'll be sure to do that, Zac. You feel better, man, all right?" Kevin hangs up and tosses the phone down on his desk. It skates across the gleaming wood and Kevin looks over at Joe, a weird little smile playing on his lips. "So..."
"No." Joe shakes his head and flops down on the couch in the corner of the office. "Whatever it is, I'm not doing it."
"Zac's sick and he was booked with Chelsea for the weekend," Kevin tells him, flat out. "I'm going to need you to take his place."
Joe looks at his brother and blinks. "Are you crazy? Kev, that's not just a no, that's a hell no."
"Now, Joe, come on. It's not a big deal - just one weekend, man. That's it." Kevin's using his schmoozing voice now, the one that gets them all the biggest stars, the best clients, and then keeps them even after some of his guys flake out (Joe) or get overly pissy and judgemental on their date (Nick.) He's talking to Joe like he's trying to woo Joe, win him over. It would almost work if what he was asking Joe wasn't so crazy. If it wasn't such an epically bad idea that Joe's starting to twitch from just the thought of it.
"Do I need to remind you of the last time Chelsea booked me for the weekend?" Joe says. He leans foward, the motion pulling his dark grey suit pants tight across his thighs. "We spent a few days together, had a few nice lunches, some dinner dates, and by Monday she was ready to move in here, convinced I'd proposed to her."
"I know that last time the situation wasn't...ideal," Kevin says slowly.
"Ideal?" Joe squeaks. He can't believe Kevin is even considering this. "She's fucking crazy, Kev. Certifiable. And she gets convinced when I'm her date that I'm in love with her. I just--" Joe shakes his head. "No. No way."
"Listen to me, Joe." Kevin starts ticking off reasons on his fingers. Joe leans back, folding his arms across his chest to keep from jumping up and punching Kevin in the face. "She's gorgeous. She's successful. And her business alone pays for nearly half of our monthly overhead."
"And she's crazy."
"Granted," Kevin agrees. Joe's not going to win though, he knows that. If Zac was on and Zac's sick, that's it. The deal is done. Once Kevin made the switch, nothing Joe said or did was going to change his mind, him calling Joe in here was just a courtesy. One that Joe appreciates, but never the less, he never had a chance. This is why Kevin's the boss and Joe's one of his guys. A very important guy, sure, but just one of the guys all the same. The best he can do now is accept his fate. His weekend is going to be spent with a crazy girl who's convinced he's in madly love with her--he'll just have to try and see what he can get himself for it.
Joe sighs. "Fine. I give up."
"Right," Kevin snorts. "Like you're giving up that easy."
"Dude, I am!" Joe looks out the window and watches the sun start to set against the palm trees. The pool water glints yellow and gold and Joe mentally starts running through a checklist of all the things he's going to need to do to get ready to be away for the weekend. "I just. I need some time to pack."
"You're not leaving until noon tomorrow."
"And I get time off for this, because this was supposed to be my weekend." And fuck. Nick. He totally forgot and Nick's not going to be happy.
Kevin bites his bottom lip and then nods once, sharply. "Fine. Take next weekend instead."
"I want a week."
"A week?" Kevin practically screeches. "Are you mental? Because I know you didn't just ask for a week during awards season. This is our high time, Joe. This is when I need all of you out there, not one of my best guys taking a fucking week."
"Ok, then." Joe leans forward, locks eyes with Kevin. "Six days."
"Five."
"Five and I get Nick for all of them."
"Four and you get Nick for three."
"Four." Joe hardens his gaze. "And I get Nick for all of them."
Kevin watches him for a minute, holds his eyes and then curses and throws a pen across the room. "Fine. Asshole. You and Nick, four days next week, but I say when they can start."
Joe feels a grin break out across his face. He jumps up from the couch and tries to go over and hug his brother, but stops when he catches that Kevin looks like he might actually put his hands around Joe's throat and kill him. "Thanks, Kev!"
"Just..." Kevin waves a hand around and picks up his phone. "Just go already. Get out. Before I change my mind." He's already punching in numbers, totally dismissing him, but Joe doesn't care even a little bit. He needs to get to Nick quickly, now, as fast as he can so he can fill Nick in.
*
Joe knocks once as a warning, then pushes into the master bedroom him and Nick share. It takes a minute for Joe to find him; he expected Nick to be at the computer desk or maybe watching TV or something, and when he locates Nick, his heart gives a weird little twist deep in his chest.
"Hey," Joe calls softly.
Nick's stops strumming his guitar long enough to say "Hey" back, but he doesn't turn around, doesn't look at Joe and Joe knows Nick's already heard about the weekend. He's sitting on a bench on the balcony, still in his black suit pants and white button down, but his feet are bare and the sleeves on his shirt are rolled up to his elbows. When he moves the sun lights up the dogtags hanging around his neck. He'd almost look relaxed if not for the tense line of his shoulders. The hard tick of his jaw. Joe kicks off his shoes and walks up behind Nick, lays a hand on his shoulder. Nick flinches away.
"You have an appointment today?"
Nick nods. "Lunch date with Selena."
"How'd it go?"
"Good. Fine." Nick strums loudly down all the strings of his guitar before setting it on the floor by his feet. "Selena's great. Maybe I'll have Kevin call her for me later. See if he can set us up some plans for the weekend or something."
Joe sighs. Awesome. "You heard already, huh."
Nick shrugs under Joe's hand and then pulls away, like he's hurt. "One of the other guys texted me. Whatever. It's no big deal." He turns around and tries to smile at Joe, but it falls flat and his lips just twitch. "We can do something another weekend, I guess."
Joe has to hide a smile at that, because good. Looks like "one of the other guys" didn't know everything to tell him. He swings around so he's in front of Nick and sinks down, pushing the guitar behind him. The cement is warm, Joe can feel the heat through his pants on his knees and he settles himself between Nick's legs. He curls his hands over Nick's thighs, squeezes a little and moves in closer, touching his mouth to Nick's jaw. "How about four days?" Joe asks.
Nick quirks an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Four days," Joe says and grins. His voice is hitting that weird pitch it hits when he's excited about something, but who cares? He is excited.
"That's, uh. That's great, man. Good for you--" Nick starts, and Joe shakes his head, grips Nick's thighs harder and squeezes because Nick isn't getting it.
"Not just me, dude. Both of us." When Nick just blinks, Joe adds, "We both have four days next week, just for us."
Nick pushes Joe back a little. He looks wary, almost like he's afraid to believe it. "What's the catch?"
"Well, we have to wait for our brother to tell us when we can start to take them." Nick rolls his eyes, but nods. He knows Kevin as well as Joe does so Joe figures he's not surprised at this. Joe goes on, "And, you know, I have to sell my soul to crazyass Chelsea for the weekend, but whatever! By Monday I'm home free and after that, I get four days with you." He shrugs a shoulder, tries to look nonchalant, but Nick's beaming at him now, young looking and happy.
"Joe, that's awesome." Nick leans forward and tips their mouths together for a kiss. Joe can feel a puff of laughter against his lips, and it makes something snap inside him, his love for Nick so fierce it's almost a physical ache.
Nick's mouth is soft, his tongue slick and wet pushing over Joe's lips, licking into his mouth. It's crazy how fast Joe wants him. How his body can go from a soft, low lick of arousal to this insane need just from the press of Nick's mouth on his, Nick's fingers curled and tugging in Joe's hair. Nick pulls him closer and Joe rocks against him. He can feel that Nick's hard already, pressed against Joe's belly. Joe drags his cheek over Nick's chin and throat, scratching him with his stubble, and Nick yanks him closer, tightens his leg around Joe's back and pulls him in.
"When are you leaving?" Nick mumbles against Joe's mouth.
Joe swallows hard and chokes out, "Tomorrow," and Nick yanks him up from the floor.
He walks backward into the bedroom, pulling Joe along, and Joe can't help but smile, curl his fingers around Nick's hand and follow because God, Nick's gorgeous. Ruddy pink cheeks and his mouth all fat and wet. Joe's always known why he does what they do. He has fun on the dates that he goes on, and genuinely enjoys different people and their company. He likes the places he gets to go, the clothes he gets to wear. He likes the money and the friendships, and yeah, the sex is always good too. He never understood why Nick did it though. The two of them have had their thing for so long no one even questions it anymore, but when Joe went off to go into business with Kevin he'd thought that Nick would find something else, something that was more his own to do. Maybe his music or writing. When he followed Joe, Joe had been pleased, but he hadn't understood until he asked Nick--one night while they were lying in bed--why Nick was still there, why he was doing the same thing Joe was.
Nick's answer was simple. "Because I'm good at it."
Nick's grinning at him now, all crooked teeth and an open smile. It's his real smile, the one no one but Joe gets to see, and it makes Joe crazier than Nick's kisses, than the way Nick touches him. He knows he has Nick, that Nick is his, and that's more important to him than anything.
"Joe."
"What? Yeah?" Joe shakes his head when he realizes how far he's drifted.
"You just going to stand there all night like a dork or can we take some clothes off?"
Joe goes to laugh, but then Nick is unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it from his shoulders and pulling down the zipper on his suit pants and Joe's mouth goes dry. He fumbles with his tie and it gets caught around his head, stuck in his eyes for a minute and he can hear Nick laughing at him so Joe just yanks and the tie goes flying somewhere off to the left, he has no idea where. Joe's hands are almost shaking as he undoes his shirt and kicks off his pants, and then Nick is right there, in his space, skin soft and hot and pressed against him. Nick's muscles are hard, he shoves a thigh between Joe's leg and Joe can't help himself, he rocks against it, his body going desperate and wild in a split second.
"Jesus, Joe, calm down," Nick says softly. He touches his fingers to Joe's jaw. Drags them over his skin, across his mouth and Joe sucks on the pad of Nick's thumb, bites a little when Nick goes to pull away.
"Nicky, come on, please." Joe's head is spinning, and everything in him feels too tight. He can hear a thumping in his ears, can feel his legs and belly start to go loose and liquid, and then Nick is touching him all over, quick, light press of his fingers. He scratches down Joe's chest, over his hips. Cups Joe's dick and then he slips his hand around, fingers dipping and sliding between his cheeks.
"This what you want?" Nick whispers against Joe's mouth. He kisses Joe again, fast and hot, tongue swiping in and stealing Joe's breath and all Joe can do is nod, whine low in his throat and press back against Nick's fingers.
Nick manhandles him over to the bed, pulling Joe's arm, shoving him down onto the covers. Joe fumbles in the nightstand for the lube and then he can barely breathe, his face and chest pressed down into the sheets, a pillow rucked up by his head. Nick covers him, his chest warm against Joe's back and Joe reaches behind him, shoves the tube into Nick's palm.
"Joe, slow down," Nick says, laughing a little. His breath puffs damp against the beck of Joe's neck. "We got all night."
Joe groans, and twists his head to the side. He doesn't know how to make Nick realize that he doesn't want that, not now. They can do slow later, that's fine, but for now Joe just wants. He needs Nick to take him, to fuck into him with his fingers and tongue and dick and not give Joe a chance to say no, to push back. He wants--"Nicky, please, I just. I need you to--" He drops his head, buries his face in the pillow and moans when Nick grunts, pushes Joe's knee and yanks him up by the hips. "God, yeah. Just do it. Don't--don't be so fucking nice."
The cap pops off the tube, and then Nick's shoving Joe forward, forcing Joe's head into the headboard. He slides one fat finger down the crease of Joe's ass, and then pushes it inside, barely slowing down to let Joe open up for him. Joe bites his knuckle and squeezes his eyes shut.
"Joe, are you--"
"Good, m'good," he pants. "Keep going."
Nick does. He slides the first finger out then adds another, fucking into Joe slow, curling his fingers, twisting them, opening Joe up. When he gets to three he kisses the knobs of Joe's spine. Bites Joe's shoulder, the soft skin under his arm. Joe shoves back, fucking himself on Nick's hand, and he can't take it anymore, he needs more than Nick's fingers, he needs--
"If you don't fuck me soon, Nick, I swear to God I'm gonna--"
"Jesus, Joe, shut up," Nick says, but he's laughing, pulling his fingers out and then, thank God pushing his dick inside.
It's so tight at first, the stretch and burn, and Nick stops, slows down to give Joe time to get used to him, but Joe doesn't want time, he just wants Nick to move. Joe pushes up, drops his head down between his arms and spreads his legs more, getting Nick deeper inside, until Nick's balls are against Joe's ass.
"Joe." Nick's head is hot against the back of Joe's neck. "Joe, I can't--"
"God, fuck me. I want--I want you so fucking bad, so just--"
And it's like something in Nick snaps, breaks, and he's finally not being so nice, not being so slow and careful and cautious and just giving Joe what he needs. His fingers dig into Joe's hips, and he dicks Joe hard, deep, yanking him back, fucking Joe onto his dick. Joe opens his eyes, tries to focus but all he can see is the dark blue pillowcase in front of him, the spot where it's wet from spit and sweat. He feels the sheets pull up under his feet, get twisted around his knees and Nick is still biting him, grunting and moaning and breathing Joe's name out on shaky breaths.
Joe snakes a hand around and fists his own dick. He's already hard, wet at the tip and leaking every time Nick hits him inside, every time he fucks Joe so hard his teeth ache from it. He can tell he's not going to last long, neither is Nick, but this is just the first time for the night, this is what Joe wanted, to just lie down and get fucked by his brother until he can barely see, until he's weak and sweaty and spent and then they can spend the rest of the night being soft and sweet with each other. The rest of the night is the time for them to stock up for the weekend, to have all the moments Joe will remember when he calls Nick at the end of each day telling him about how crazy Chelsea was, or how awesome the new diner in Hollywood she took him to is.
But this--all Joe needs now is this. Nick and him, the way Nick's hips are starting to snap harder, the way he's pounding Joe's ass, grunting and sighing, and then he's coming and it fills Joe up, trickles down past Nick's dick to the inside of Joe's thighs. Nick's going slower now, every thrust pushing more out, making Joe wetter and he reaches around, rubs his fingers in it and then jerks himself off harder, his hand wet with Nick's spunk. Nick is still inside Joe when he comes and he can feel it in his ass, the way his muscles clench around his brother's dick. They both breathe heavy for a minute, and then Nick slides out and they flop to their backs, panting up at the ceiling.
"So," Nick sighs.
"So."
He turns his head, looks at Joe and smiles softly. "That what you wanted?"
"Always." Joe slides closer and throws his leg over Nick's hip. He pulls him in, kisses the corner of Nick's mouth, the bottom of his chin. "Mmm. Love you."
"You too." Nick says suddenly, fiercely. "So much."
"We'll do something awesome next week when we have off. I'll think of something." Joe's already hatched a few plans in his head. He needs a day or so to try and work some of them out, but he will. Nick deserves something great, something totally special.
"I know you will." Nick touches Joe's bottom lip with his thumb. Presses it inside his mouth and Joe bites him, just a little bit.
"Sorry about this weekend," Joe whispers.
Nick shakes his head. "It's fine. Really."
"I know it's fine. It's just--" Joe shrugs and looks away.
Nick scoots in closer though, tucking his head under Joe's chin and pressing his mouth to Joe's chest. "I know," he says. "I'll miss you, too."
-END-
mediaville's BIRTHDAY!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!Media, if it wasn't for you I would probably have NEVER LEARNED the wonder of Joe and Nick. SERIOUSLY. And how scary is THAT???
Dude, you're my fandom friend, my internet friend, my Joe/Nick friend, my kill two bottles of wine at dinner friend, my MOMMY friend. You're my sounding board for fic and for when I'm cranky and for when Ava makes me want to pull my hair out. I seriously think you're WONDEFUL and hope you have a fabulous day. I love you, lady!
SO! In HONOR of your very special day, I bring you...
JOE/NICK AU HIGH CLASS ESCORTS FIC!!!
Thanks to
novaberry for checking it over. MWAH!Title - I Loved You Since I Knew You
Pairing - Joe/Nick
Rating - NC17
Word Count - 3500
Summary - Joe and Nick work for their brother Kevin in his high class escort business. And then they have sex.
I Loved You Since I Knew You
Kevin's office is in the back of the house, with floor to ceiling windows that face the Olympic sized, in-ground swimming pool. It's late afternoon when Joe's phone buzzes with a text: come see me as soon as you're back. He unlocks the front door and makes his way through the house, shoes echoing loudly on the marble tile.
He wonders what Kevin wants. For the first time in forever Joe's been on time to all of his appointments, hasn't rung up the company credit card on fancy belts and watches (much), and even put away the whole food delivery when it came the other day--rather than just grabbing the stuff that was his and Nick's, and leaving Kevin's food to sit in the bags on the counter. So...overall Joe's been awesome lately.
He knocks on the office door and pokes his head inside. "You in here?"
Kevin's sitting behind the desk with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He's got his phone pressed to one ear and motions Joe in with his free hand, sunlight glinting off the platinum band of his watch.
"Yeah, no, I totally see what you're saying, Zac. No, I understand." He shakes his head and shoots Joe a look, lowers his voice. "It'll be fine, I'll send Joe in your place and--I'll be sure to tell him. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure she will."
Joe narrows his eyes. He has a suspicion he knows what Kevin's talking about and he's not liking it even a little bit. Kevin laughs, bright and sharp, and winks at him.
"I'll be sure to do that, Zac. You feel better, man, all right?" Kevin hangs up and tosses the phone down on his desk. It skates across the gleaming wood and Kevin looks over at Joe, a weird little smile playing on his lips. "So..."
"No." Joe shakes his head and flops down on the couch in the corner of the office. "Whatever it is, I'm not doing it."
"Zac's sick and he was booked with Chelsea for the weekend," Kevin tells him, flat out. "I'm going to need you to take his place."
Joe looks at his brother and blinks. "Are you crazy? Kev, that's not just a no, that's a hell no."
"Now, Joe, come on. It's not a big deal - just one weekend, man. That's it." Kevin's using his schmoozing voice now, the one that gets them all the biggest stars, the best clients, and then keeps them even after some of his guys flake out (Joe) or get overly pissy and judgemental on their date (Nick.) He's talking to Joe like he's trying to woo Joe, win him over. It would almost work if what he was asking Joe wasn't so crazy. If it wasn't such an epically bad idea that Joe's starting to twitch from just the thought of it.
"Do I need to remind you of the last time Chelsea booked me for the weekend?" Joe says. He leans foward, the motion pulling his dark grey suit pants tight across his thighs. "We spent a few days together, had a few nice lunches, some dinner dates, and by Monday she was ready to move in here, convinced I'd proposed to her."
"I know that last time the situation wasn't...ideal," Kevin says slowly.
"Ideal?" Joe squeaks. He can't believe Kevin is even considering this. "She's fucking crazy, Kev. Certifiable. And she gets convinced when I'm her date that I'm in love with her. I just--" Joe shakes his head. "No. No way."
"Listen to me, Joe." Kevin starts ticking off reasons on his fingers. Joe leans back, folding his arms across his chest to keep from jumping up and punching Kevin in the face. "She's gorgeous. She's successful. And her business alone pays for nearly half of our monthly overhead."
"And she's crazy."
"Granted," Kevin agrees. Joe's not going to win though, he knows that. If Zac was on and Zac's sick, that's it. The deal is done. Once Kevin made the switch, nothing Joe said or did was going to change his mind, him calling Joe in here was just a courtesy. One that Joe appreciates, but never the less, he never had a chance. This is why Kevin's the boss and Joe's one of his guys. A very important guy, sure, but just one of the guys all the same. The best he can do now is accept his fate. His weekend is going to be spent with a crazy girl who's convinced he's in madly love with her--he'll just have to try and see what he can get himself for it.
Joe sighs. "Fine. I give up."
"Right," Kevin snorts. "Like you're giving up that easy."
"Dude, I am!" Joe looks out the window and watches the sun start to set against the palm trees. The pool water glints yellow and gold and Joe mentally starts running through a checklist of all the things he's going to need to do to get ready to be away for the weekend. "I just. I need some time to pack."
"You're not leaving until noon tomorrow."
"And I get time off for this, because this was supposed to be my weekend." And fuck. Nick. He totally forgot and Nick's not going to be happy.
Kevin bites his bottom lip and then nods once, sharply. "Fine. Take next weekend instead."
"I want a week."
"A week?" Kevin practically screeches. "Are you mental? Because I know you didn't just ask for a week during awards season. This is our high time, Joe. This is when I need all of you out there, not one of my best guys taking a fucking week."
"Ok, then." Joe leans forward, locks eyes with Kevin. "Six days."
"Five."
"Five and I get Nick for all of them."
"Four and you get Nick for three."
"Four." Joe hardens his gaze. "And I get Nick for all of them."
Kevin watches him for a minute, holds his eyes and then curses and throws a pen across the room. "Fine. Asshole. You and Nick, four days next week, but I say when they can start."
Joe feels a grin break out across his face. He jumps up from the couch and tries to go over and hug his brother, but stops when he catches that Kevin looks like he might actually put his hands around Joe's throat and kill him. "Thanks, Kev!"
"Just..." Kevin waves a hand around and picks up his phone. "Just go already. Get out. Before I change my mind." He's already punching in numbers, totally dismissing him, but Joe doesn't care even a little bit. He needs to get to Nick quickly, now, as fast as he can so he can fill Nick in.
*
Joe knocks once as a warning, then pushes into the master bedroom him and Nick share. It takes a minute for Joe to find him; he expected Nick to be at the computer desk or maybe watching TV or something, and when he locates Nick, his heart gives a weird little twist deep in his chest.
"Hey," Joe calls softly.
Nick's stops strumming his guitar long enough to say "Hey" back, but he doesn't turn around, doesn't look at Joe and Joe knows Nick's already heard about the weekend. He's sitting on a bench on the balcony, still in his black suit pants and white button down, but his feet are bare and the sleeves on his shirt are rolled up to his elbows. When he moves the sun lights up the dogtags hanging around his neck. He'd almost look relaxed if not for the tense line of his shoulders. The hard tick of his jaw. Joe kicks off his shoes and walks up behind Nick, lays a hand on his shoulder. Nick flinches away.
"You have an appointment today?"
Nick nods. "Lunch date with Selena."
"How'd it go?"
"Good. Fine." Nick strums loudly down all the strings of his guitar before setting it on the floor by his feet. "Selena's great. Maybe I'll have Kevin call her for me later. See if he can set us up some plans for the weekend or something."
Joe sighs. Awesome. "You heard already, huh."
Nick shrugs under Joe's hand and then pulls away, like he's hurt. "One of the other guys texted me. Whatever. It's no big deal." He turns around and tries to smile at Joe, but it falls flat and his lips just twitch. "We can do something another weekend, I guess."
Joe has to hide a smile at that, because good. Looks like "one of the other guys" didn't know everything to tell him. He swings around so he's in front of Nick and sinks down, pushing the guitar behind him. The cement is warm, Joe can feel the heat through his pants on his knees and he settles himself between Nick's legs. He curls his hands over Nick's thighs, squeezes a little and moves in closer, touching his mouth to Nick's jaw. "How about four days?" Joe asks.
Nick quirks an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Four days," Joe says and grins. His voice is hitting that weird pitch it hits when he's excited about something, but who cares? He is excited.
"That's, uh. That's great, man. Good for you--" Nick starts, and Joe shakes his head, grips Nick's thighs harder and squeezes because Nick isn't getting it.
"Not just me, dude. Both of us." When Nick just blinks, Joe adds, "We both have four days next week, just for us."
Nick pushes Joe back a little. He looks wary, almost like he's afraid to believe it. "What's the catch?"
"Well, we have to wait for our brother to tell us when we can start to take them." Nick rolls his eyes, but nods. He knows Kevin as well as Joe does so Joe figures he's not surprised at this. Joe goes on, "And, you know, I have to sell my soul to crazyass Chelsea for the weekend, but whatever! By Monday I'm home free and after that, I get four days with you." He shrugs a shoulder, tries to look nonchalant, but Nick's beaming at him now, young looking and happy.
"Joe, that's awesome." Nick leans forward and tips their mouths together for a kiss. Joe can feel a puff of laughter against his lips, and it makes something snap inside him, his love for Nick so fierce it's almost a physical ache.
Nick's mouth is soft, his tongue slick and wet pushing over Joe's lips, licking into his mouth. It's crazy how fast Joe wants him. How his body can go from a soft, low lick of arousal to this insane need just from the press of Nick's mouth on his, Nick's fingers curled and tugging in Joe's hair. Nick pulls him closer and Joe rocks against him. He can feel that Nick's hard already, pressed against Joe's belly. Joe drags his cheek over Nick's chin and throat, scratching him with his stubble, and Nick yanks him closer, tightens his leg around Joe's back and pulls him in.
"When are you leaving?" Nick mumbles against Joe's mouth.
Joe swallows hard and chokes out, "Tomorrow," and Nick yanks him up from the floor.
He walks backward into the bedroom, pulling Joe along, and Joe can't help but smile, curl his fingers around Nick's hand and follow because God, Nick's gorgeous. Ruddy pink cheeks and his mouth all fat and wet. Joe's always known why he does what they do. He has fun on the dates that he goes on, and genuinely enjoys different people and their company. He likes the places he gets to go, the clothes he gets to wear. He likes the money and the friendships, and yeah, the sex is always good too. He never understood why Nick did it though. The two of them have had their thing for so long no one even questions it anymore, but when Joe went off to go into business with Kevin he'd thought that Nick would find something else, something that was more his own to do. Maybe his music or writing. When he followed Joe, Joe had been pleased, but he hadn't understood until he asked Nick--one night while they were lying in bed--why Nick was still there, why he was doing the same thing Joe was.
Nick's answer was simple. "Because I'm good at it."
Nick's grinning at him now, all crooked teeth and an open smile. It's his real smile, the one no one but Joe gets to see, and it makes Joe crazier than Nick's kisses, than the way Nick touches him. He knows he has Nick, that Nick is his, and that's more important to him than anything.
"Joe."
"What? Yeah?" Joe shakes his head when he realizes how far he's drifted.
"You just going to stand there all night like a dork or can we take some clothes off?"
Joe goes to laugh, but then Nick is unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it from his shoulders and pulling down the zipper on his suit pants and Joe's mouth goes dry. He fumbles with his tie and it gets caught around his head, stuck in his eyes for a minute and he can hear Nick laughing at him so Joe just yanks and the tie goes flying somewhere off to the left, he has no idea where. Joe's hands are almost shaking as he undoes his shirt and kicks off his pants, and then Nick is right there, in his space, skin soft and hot and pressed against him. Nick's muscles are hard, he shoves a thigh between Joe's leg and Joe can't help himself, he rocks against it, his body going desperate and wild in a split second.
"Jesus, Joe, calm down," Nick says softly. He touches his fingers to Joe's jaw. Drags them over his skin, across his mouth and Joe sucks on the pad of Nick's thumb, bites a little when Nick goes to pull away.
"Nicky, come on, please." Joe's head is spinning, and everything in him feels too tight. He can hear a thumping in his ears, can feel his legs and belly start to go loose and liquid, and then Nick is touching him all over, quick, light press of his fingers. He scratches down Joe's chest, over his hips. Cups Joe's dick and then he slips his hand around, fingers dipping and sliding between his cheeks.
"This what you want?" Nick whispers against Joe's mouth. He kisses Joe again, fast and hot, tongue swiping in and stealing Joe's breath and all Joe can do is nod, whine low in his throat and press back against Nick's fingers.
Nick manhandles him over to the bed, pulling Joe's arm, shoving him down onto the covers. Joe fumbles in the nightstand for the lube and then he can barely breathe, his face and chest pressed down into the sheets, a pillow rucked up by his head. Nick covers him, his chest warm against Joe's back and Joe reaches behind him, shoves the tube into Nick's palm.
"Joe, slow down," Nick says, laughing a little. His breath puffs damp against the beck of Joe's neck. "We got all night."
Joe groans, and twists his head to the side. He doesn't know how to make Nick realize that he doesn't want that, not now. They can do slow later, that's fine, but for now Joe just wants. He needs Nick to take him, to fuck into him with his fingers and tongue and dick and not give Joe a chance to say no, to push back. He wants--"Nicky, please, I just. I need you to--" He drops his head, buries his face in the pillow and moans when Nick grunts, pushes Joe's knee and yanks him up by the hips. "God, yeah. Just do it. Don't--don't be so fucking nice."
The cap pops off the tube, and then Nick's shoving Joe forward, forcing Joe's head into the headboard. He slides one fat finger down the crease of Joe's ass, and then pushes it inside, barely slowing down to let Joe open up for him. Joe bites his knuckle and squeezes his eyes shut.
"Joe, are you--"
"Good, m'good," he pants. "Keep going."
Nick does. He slides the first finger out then adds another, fucking into Joe slow, curling his fingers, twisting them, opening Joe up. When he gets to three he kisses the knobs of Joe's spine. Bites Joe's shoulder, the soft skin under his arm. Joe shoves back, fucking himself on Nick's hand, and he can't take it anymore, he needs more than Nick's fingers, he needs--
"If you don't fuck me soon, Nick, I swear to God I'm gonna--"
"Jesus, Joe, shut up," Nick says, but he's laughing, pulling his fingers out and then, thank God pushing his dick inside.
It's so tight at first, the stretch and burn, and Nick stops, slows down to give Joe time to get used to him, but Joe doesn't want time, he just wants Nick to move. Joe pushes up, drops his head down between his arms and spreads his legs more, getting Nick deeper inside, until Nick's balls are against Joe's ass.
"Joe." Nick's head is hot against the back of Joe's neck. "Joe, I can't--"
"God, fuck me. I want--I want you so fucking bad, so just--"
And it's like something in Nick snaps, breaks, and he's finally not being so nice, not being so slow and careful and cautious and just giving Joe what he needs. His fingers dig into Joe's hips, and he dicks Joe hard, deep, yanking him back, fucking Joe onto his dick. Joe opens his eyes, tries to focus but all he can see is the dark blue pillowcase in front of him, the spot where it's wet from spit and sweat. He feels the sheets pull up under his feet, get twisted around his knees and Nick is still biting him, grunting and moaning and breathing Joe's name out on shaky breaths.
Joe snakes a hand around and fists his own dick. He's already hard, wet at the tip and leaking every time Nick hits him inside, every time he fucks Joe so hard his teeth ache from it. He can tell he's not going to last long, neither is Nick, but this is just the first time for the night, this is what Joe wanted, to just lie down and get fucked by his brother until he can barely see, until he's weak and sweaty and spent and then they can spend the rest of the night being soft and sweet with each other. The rest of the night is the time for them to stock up for the weekend, to have all the moments Joe will remember when he calls Nick at the end of each day telling him about how crazy Chelsea was, or how awesome the new diner in Hollywood she took him to is.
But this--all Joe needs now is this. Nick and him, the way Nick's hips are starting to snap harder, the way he's pounding Joe's ass, grunting and sighing, and then he's coming and it fills Joe up, trickles down past Nick's dick to the inside of Joe's thighs. Nick's going slower now, every thrust pushing more out, making Joe wetter and he reaches around, rubs his fingers in it and then jerks himself off harder, his hand wet with Nick's spunk. Nick is still inside Joe when he comes and he can feel it in his ass, the way his muscles clench around his brother's dick. They both breathe heavy for a minute, and then Nick slides out and they flop to their backs, panting up at the ceiling.
"So," Nick sighs.
"So."
He turns his head, looks at Joe and smiles softly. "That what you wanted?"
"Always." Joe slides closer and throws his leg over Nick's hip. He pulls him in, kisses the corner of Nick's mouth, the bottom of his chin. "Mmm. Love you."
"You too." Nick says suddenly, fiercely. "So much."
"We'll do something awesome next week when we have off. I'll think of something." Joe's already hatched a few plans in his head. He needs a day or so to try and work some of them out, but he will. Nick deserves something great, something totally special.
"I know you will." Nick touches Joe's bottom lip with his thumb. Presses it inside his mouth and Joe bites him, just a little bit.
"Sorry about this weekend," Joe whispers.
Nick shakes his head. "It's fine. Really."
"I know it's fine. It's just--" Joe shrugs and looks away.
Nick scoots in closer though, tucking his head under Joe's chin and pressing his mouth to Joe's chest. "I know," he says. "I'll miss you, too."
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