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16 November 2008 @ 06:26 pm
Part 2: chemicals collide (joe/nick) NC-17  
Title: chemicals collide
Authors: fiorie and miss_bennie
Fandom: Jonas Brothers RPF
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,864 in this part, 18,300 total
Warnings: Incest, underage. Oh God.
Summary: It's the three of them, now and until they're done, because you can break up a band but you can't break up your family.
Authors' Notes: No disrespect intended, etc. Just for fun. Read Part 1 here.



In the morning, Nick chalks up everything that happened the night before to being tired mixed with too much leftover adrenaline. Well, that and he hadn't been around a girl besides Maya since he'd decided the Selena thing was a bad idea. Kissing Joe could have been from anything, really.

And it's not like Joe's saying anything about it either, which makes Nick feel a lot better. Like maybe how it's not as much of a crazy big deal as he'd thought it was, when he'd woken up and Joe's face was pressed against Nick's shoulder and his hand was resting on top of Nick's right thigh.

They're starting to pack things up in their suite, because tomorrow they're leaving for Washington DC and it's almost a four hour drive. It's by far not the longest they've spent on the bus together, but they've been on tour over a month already and everyone's moods are off and on.

They have an interview with the local morning show in fifteen minutes, and Joe's in full-on rockstar mode, wearing his sunglasses indoors and a leather jacket even though it's almost ninety degrees out. He's also giving one word responses to everything, like he tends to do when he suddenly remembers he's Joe Jonas of the Jonas Brothers and he's just performed in front of 18,000 people.

"Joe," Nick says as he whips a pair of Joe's jeans at him from across the bedroom. They hit Joe in the chest and he crumples them up and stuffs them into his suitcase.

"What," Joe snaps, zipping up his bag.

"We have an interview and you can't be a dick," Nick says. Joe's already up and in the bathroom, putting his things into a bag.

"Thanks, Nick," Joe says sarcastically. "That was motivating."

Nick gives up, because sooner or later Mom's going to come in and Joe's attitude won't fly with her.

Joe comes back into the room and flops onto the bed, sighing loudly. "I just don't feel like doing this today," he says, rubbing his forehead.

"Too bad," Nick says. "We have to."

"No shit." Joe lies on his back. He's quiet for a moment, and then he asks, "Did you check your blood sugar yet?"

"Yeah, first thing this morning it was 72, but I had some juice anyway. Then I tested it like an hour ago and it's at 90."

"Check it again when we get on the bus," Joe tells him, even though Nick's already planning on it, as if he doesn't have specific times when he always tests his blood because if he doesn't, he could go into serious insulin shock and possibly die. Like Nick isn't aware of that.

It's nice to know, though, that even when Joe's being self-absorbed and whiny and a total d-bag, he at least still cares.

* * *

When they find out their album's hit number one, it's the morning they're leaving for DC. They're eating waffles at a nearly-empty IHOP off of 95, since it's the only place they can get into for breakfast at two minutes' notice and ten minutes before they have to be back on the road. Dad gets a text from John Fields and all it is is a very corny "NUMERO UNO," which Dad doesn't fully understand without any context, so he tries to call John back. Except there's no cell phone service inside the restaurant so all he gets out of John is half a hello before he gets disconnected.

It's all very confusing and chaotic but by the time Dad gets a hold of John for real, once they're outside, there's no mistaking his reaction - A Little Bit Longer's at the very top of the Billboard charts, just like it had been projected to be. It had all been too good to be true up until now, like they'd been holding their breath even though everyone had been implying that they shouldn't. For an album nearly completely recording on a moving vehicle during the busiest tour they've ever seen, making it to number one is everything they could have asked for, and then some.

Not only that, but Jonas Brothers is back in the top ten after having only been as high as five before. It's like a dream, all of it.

And they celebrate in the empty parking lot of an IHOP in East Brunswick, New Jersey, the entire group of them. The guys in the band won't stop yelling and Demi's jumping up and down and Nick's parents are making out and Nick feels like he wants to be making out, is how amazing this all is. Kevin pulls Nick and Joe into a hug and they just stand there for a long time.

Nick feels Joe's hand brush against his shoulder blades, and he's so, so happy.

* * *

Good moods rarely last for long, though, when they're on the road for hours at a time and the only way to get in any privacy is either in the bathroom or in a tiny bunk. It seems like the initial high of the album news wore off and everyone's kind of back to being where they were that morning, sort of awkward and uncomfortable and really ready to be sleeping in their own beds and showering in their own showers.

For Nick, it's never been about his own stuff, because he's been doing this for so long that he's never really had time in his life to grow that attached to anything he can't bring with him. For him it's more not being able to move around, to play baseball or even just take a walk by himself. He wants to have a dog and to go swimming or bike riding sometimes, and he can't. That's why he's so grateful for the shows, because he can get rid of everything that frustrates him inside that way, other than taking it out on his family or the band or Maya or any of his friends.

His brothers on the other hand, they're a little different. Well, Joe is. Kevin's always been pretty adaptable. He knows complaining gets you nowhere, that's just always been Kevin. He's the most positive person Nick knows in his life and he's able to turn on good energy at the flip of a switch.

But when there's something bothering Joe, it's out there for everyone to see and Joe doesn't care whether or not you're interested in if he thinks something sucks. You'll know one way or the other no matter what. And for Joe, there's no middle ground, he's either up or he's down. Usually he's up, and on paper it sounds like maybe Joe is bipolar or ADD, but in reality it's just the way he feels things.

By noon they're still on the Jersey Turnpike. Kevin's taking a nap in his bunk, Nick's on one of the couches with his guitar, finger plucking notes, trying to do the beginning of "Cartoon Music For Superheroes," and Joe's sitting on the opposite couch next to where Nick's feet are propped up, playing the new PSP that he'd been given for free at the venue last night. He's obviously not winning, because he keeps cursing under his breath and pushing Nick's legs away every time they get close to his.

"I can't handle this zero fucking room business," Joe says, glaring down at his game after an extra hard push to Nick's feet that sends them to the floor. "Next time I want a separate bus, I swear to God."

Nick rolls his eyes. "That's a good idea and not at all retarded," he says. He's starting to get the hang of the song, and he plays it faster.

"Glad you think so," Joe replies, still not looking up.

"Joe, you're such a genius," Nick continues. "Like, why bother getting up and finding somewhere else to sit when you can just have your own entire bus!"

"Right?" Joe says. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Nick puts his feet back up on the couch so they're practically on Joe's knee, and shifts his guitar on his lap to accommodate his new position. Immediately, Joe takes one hand from his game and wraps them around Nick's right foot, pulling his feet and legs so that they're almost a foot away from him, dragging Nick along in the process. Nick has to grip his guitar so that it doesn't fall on the floor.

"Thanks," Nick nods, practicing the opening chords of one of Demi's songs. "I was super uncomfortable until you did that. I keep forgetting, we're not in an enormous vehicle with dozens of other couches."

"It's really no problem at all, Nicky," Joe says. The crowd in his basketball game or whatever the hell he's playing suddenly cheers. "Your feet were looking a little cramped there, in my personal space."

"Your mom looks a little cramped in my personal space," Nick says, just wanting to stop this already because it's getting old.

"Whatever," Joe says, getting up. "I'm going to watch TV. Wake me up when we get to wherever the hell we're going."

* * *

Two hours later Kevin's shaking Nick awake where he must have dozed off on the couch.

"Hey," he says. "Wake up, we're pulling into the venue."

Nick sits up groggily and looks out the window. The sun's out for the first time since they left Buffalo.

Kevin swats at Nick's knee as he walks by. "Go wake up Joe, okay?"

The last person Nick wants to see before walking on steady ground and breathing fresh air is Joe, but he goes back to Joe's bunk anyway. They have a show to put on in a few hours and he and Joe will probably need exactly that long to be able forget about whatever happened a couple of nights ago, lose the weirdness, and synch up.

* * *

It's another sold out show, they're told about forty-five minutes before they're set to go on. Apparently Michelle Obama and her daughters are there, and the mayor and his family, and they even got a special welcome from the President after they'd arrived. Not in person, it was a letter, but still. It's all kind of a lot to take in and a big difference from everything they've played since Madison Square Garden.

Backstage, they're all kind of just hanging out. They've had their hair done and everything already, but Mom keeps going around poking things back in place. Michelle the stylist is checking the buttons on all of their shirts to make sure they'll all rip away for when it's time to change wardrobe between songs, and there are sound guys checking their personal mics. Meanwhile, while all this is going on, Nick's just trying to relax and he's really, really trying to get past the tension that's going on whenever Joe's around. He just wishes Joe would too.

They stand in a circle when it's time to pray and their dad says the same thing he always says - he asks God to watch over them and to be with them and to guide their voices, and then they all hug each other. Nick catches Joe's eyes as Garbo's hugging him, and he smiles. Joe smiles back.

* * *

The list of things that end up going wrong at the show is way too long and depressing to think about, but after it's over and you've got to meet and greet thousands of giddy teenage girls, it tends to weigh on your mind. A lot.

For starters, the sound system in the Nissan Pavilion is absolute crap. Nick can usually just barely hear himself over the screaming, but tonight not only could he not hear himself, but he couldn't hear Kevin's guitar or the drums in his monitor. There's also the fact that security is way too lax and there were four incidents that could have gotten them seriously mauled to death. Not only that, but a couple girls in the crowd had been this close to being crushed and Joe had to stop in the middle of a song to get a guard's attention.

Then there are the minor annoyances, like how Kevin broke a string and whoever's in charge of switching instruments when that happens totally hadn't been paying attention, so Kevin had to stand there like a doofus while they brought him a new guitar.

So after all of that, the last thing Nick wants to do is sign autographs and smile for pictures. He's pretty sure his brothers feel the same way, when he glances over at Joe while they take group photos and he can read in Joe's eyes how disappointed he is. They know there's always room for mishap during their shows, they've been told millions of times that nobody's perfect, and more often than not people don't even notice the small things that are so obvious to you when you're performing. But still. Nick hates when things aren't perfect.

Kevin seems to be doing okay throughout it all, he's still thanking people and saying how much they love them and putting on a really good show. Better than the show they'd actually just put on, actually.

Nick's in the hallway after he's able to escape from the meet and greet room, and Mom finds him. She's carrying a blood meter and a bottle of berry vitamin water, and she sweeps him up into a hug. He hugs back, tight, and she kisses him on the cheek.

"You guys are always awesome to me," she says against his cheek. "No matter what."

And he knows she means it. "Thanks, Mom."

Nick closes his eyes and wishes they could just be on the road already, to start all over and make things better.

* * *

Everyone splits up at the end of the obligatory backstage stuff - Joe goes off with Demi and John and Garbo and Big Rob to go late night sightseeing, since Demi's never seen Washington. Kevin goes out to eat with Mom, Dad, Maya and Coach K, and Nick just wants to go to bed.

When he gets up to his suite, it's not really a surprise that Joe's stuff is already in there along with his, because it always automatically is. But after...everything, Nick kind of wishes it wasn't. The day's been way too full to actually sit and think about the last time he and Joe were in a hotel room together, and part of him is too exhausted and irritated to even deal with it.

Nick's flipping through TV channels when Joe comes in, slams the door behind him and throws his hat and sunglasses down on the couch. He sits down and starts taking his shoes off.

"What happened to sightseeing?" Nick asks, not looking up.

"I don't feel like it tonight," Joe mumbles. "I'm not in the mood for being attacked by crazy girls and their cameras."

"You mean our fans?" Nick keeps changing the channels, not even lingering on any for long enough to see what's on them.

"Well, they're crazy, and they're girls. Fans or not, they take the fun out of everything."

Nick finally shuts the TV off and stands up, facing his brother. "Dude, is that what your problem's been all day? You're sick of girls? Because that's totally not like you."

Joe looks up, almost amused. "I know," he agrees. "It's so weird. Usually you're the one running the other direction from chicks."

"Like you wouldn't run either, if you had my ex-girlfriend," Nick argues. "And dude, you know I'm not in this for girls. I don't even think they're a perk most of the time - they're just an annoying side effect of everything. But even if they are, we wouldn't be a whole lot without them."

"Oh, you mean our fans? They're an annoying side effect?" Joe shoots back. "Whatever, Nick. Don't act like you're so above them and everything else."

And Nick doesn't want to fight. He doesn't. They rarely fight - what they say on the interviews all the time is true. But he's pissed right now. He's pissed that Joe would accuse him of trying to be above anything, especially when they've been over it again and again that it would never come to that, that none of them would ever try to ascend to anything greater than each other as long as they were a group.

"I don't get what this is about, Joe," Nick says angrily, starting towards the bedroom door. "Nobody can talk to you all day, and when they try to they get your retarded sarcasm. Go to fucking sleep or something if you're tired, and stop taking it out on --"

As Nick tries to push past Joe, Joe grabs him by the shoulder and it makes Nick stop in his tracks and in the middle of his sentence.

Nick can't move, not because Joe's holding on to him, but because he can't get his feet to do anything. Joe's looking at him, all dark, dark eyes half-covered by hair, and then he kisses him. It's different than the other night's kiss - that had been all warm and soft and lazy. It had been dark, and this time the lights are fully on. They'd been lying in bed, and now they're standing. It's completely the opposite this time, and it's something Nick can't quite put a description to because he'd just spent all day sitting in a bus and fighting with his best friend and he played a shitty concert that he still can't erase from his mind.

When Joe kisses Nick he does it with a lot of movement. He kind of pushes Nick back into the wall and Nick has to dig his heels into the carpet for leverage, to keep from falling over. The back of his head knocks against something hard, like a picture frame or whatever, who knows. All Nick knows is that Joe's lips are against his and they're wet and forceful and he's using his tongue again and it's making him feel things that he should not be feeling. Or, he doesn't know what he should be feeling, is probably more like it. He still feels angry at Joe, but he doesn't not like kissing him, either.

Nick pushes against the wall to make Joe move back a little, wrestling against him with the backs of his forearms to get him away.

"Joe." Nick's breathing really heavily, his eyes not moving from his brother's.

Joe turns towards the bathroom, but before he goes in, he looks at Nick again. "You said you didn't get what today was all about," he says, his voice about a million times gentler than it was five minutes ago. "So I showed you."

* * *

Nick calls room service while Joe's in the shower. He's not all that hungry, but he needs to eat, and he knows that regardless of whether or not Joe's still mad at him, he's going to ask Nick if he ate. Nick's never had to say no before, because he's on top of his own disease for Christ's sake, but he's definitely not going to give Joe the satisfaction the night of one of the biggest fights they've have ever had. Or, even worse, the night of their second kiss. Oh, God.

Room service comes up with Nick's steak, and since Joe takes three hours in the bathroom even at night when he's just getting ready to go to bed, Nick's able to finish it before Joe even comes out.

When he does come out, his hair's damp and messy and he has a towel draped over his head like a veil. He's wearing nothing but sweatpants and he has his glasses on.

"Dude, I was thinking, we gotta see about doing that one Prince song," Joe says, standing over the dresser, facing the mirror and putting on deodorant. "We could get the rights to it, play it at a few shows as an encore or something, and then put it on our next album as a regular track. It'd be awesome."

That's the thing with Joe - he doesn't stay mad for long. Nick starts getting his clothes for bed out of his suitcase, and Joe rubs his towel over his head.

"Oh, and you ate, right?" Joe asks. "Because I know I didn't see you do it after the show."

Nick points towards the room service tray. "I just ate an entire filet mignon," he says, trying to sound annoyed, but he's actually so, so relieved that Joe asked. "Lay off."

He purposely bumps himself into Joe as he passes him, and Joe reaches out to try to swat at Nick, missing him by a mile.

* * *

There's an unspoken code between the three of them that when sharing rooms, when one calls dibs on a bed there's no switching until whoever called the bed first says there is. So when Nick's done with his shower and goes back into the bedroom, he's a little bit pissed that Joe's sitting up in Nick's bed, leaning back against the pillows and taking pictures of himself with his iPhone.

"Dude," Joe says, running a hand through his hair and holding his phone up at an angle. "Can we talk about how tonight was the worst show ever?"

Nick throws his towel on the back of a chair and puts on a t-shirt. "Dude, can we talk about how you're in my bed right now, and as soon as you're done being in love with yourself you're gonna get out of it?"

Joe looks up. "You don't have to take the other bed, Nicholas. But I don't want to sleep in it either."

Nick pauses. "You want to sleep in the same bed together." He doesn't know what else to say besides that, because yeah, it had happened the other night, but the other night was different and Nick hadn't been able to sleep and there'd been a lot going on. The actual act of getting in to bed with Joe, with the lights on, for no good reason at all, is not the same thing.

"I'm saying, I'm not getting out of this bed, so if you want to sleep here you're gonna have to do it with me in it." Joe's smiling, like this is way too much fun for him and not at all weird. Because it is weird, isn't it? The idea of sharing a bed with your brother who you've just kind of made out with? Normal families don't do this, right?

And it's not like Nick minds sharing the bed with Joe. For one thing, he doesn't snore as loud as Kevin does and it's kind of a relaxing snore. The other thing is that Joe's always really warm, especially when hotel rooms - even the really fancy suites - always have that gross coldness about them. So it's not like sleeping next to Joe would be all bad.

He tentatively gets in bed to the right to his brother, who's lying down and pulling the covers back so that Nick can get under them. Then Joe takes his glasses off and switches off the lamp on the table, and it's way too dark and quiet all of a sudden.

It stays way too dark and quiet for a few moments. For as worn out as Nick had felt before, he's wide awake now. And Joe's not breathing like he's asleep, or moving around or anything, so it's both like they're just waiting for something to happen or for someone to say something.

Which, Joe does first:

"I'm pretty sure a girl in the audience flashed her boobs at me tonight."

There's silence for a few seconds, and then Nick begins to snicker.

"No way," Nick says plainly. "It must have been wishful thinking playing tricks on your eyes."

"Dude, I'm almost positive I know what a girl's boobs look like, and I swear that it really happened."

"Well, how do you know she was flashing you? Did she have 'Look at me, Joe!' written on them? Maybe she was aiming for Kevin."

"Maybe she was aiming for you," Joe teases, gently digging his elbow into Nick's side. "Oh, Nick," he says in his fake girl voice. "Nicholas Jonas. You're so gorgeous and I love you and want to touch your haaaair and have your babies..."

Nick punches Joe in the ribs, and they both laugh.

It's quiet again, but it's nice quiet this time. Nick feels Joe turn over on to his right side, and he hears him take in a breath as if he's about to say something, but before he has a chance to, Nick's on top of him, hovering over him with his weight on his arms either side of Joe. It's so dark, but Nick can feel Joe watching him, and he's probably smiling like he's loving all of this way too damn much.

Nick kisses Joe, pushes his tongue between Joe's lips and Joe makes a little whimpering sound. Then Joe's kissing back, firm and strong and steady and even, and if Nick had ever thought about what kind of kisser his brother was before, this isn't the first thing that would come to mind.

Nick's arms are starting to shake from holding himself up on them, so he releases a little until his body's resting on top of Joe's. This is maybe a mistake, because Nick can feel Joe getting hard between their layers of sweatpants, and he's almost positive that Joe can feel him too.

Joe moves his hand to the back of Nick's head, rests it in his hair and pulls Nick's face sideways so that they're kissing deeper, and it's not as slow and evenly paced as it had been a minute ago - it's much faster and it's getting kind of sloppy. Now Nick knows for a fact that Joe can feel his dick, because it's harder than it's been in a long, long time. If they don't stop now, they'll be fighting over who gets the bathroom first to jerk off in.

"Fuck," Nick says, and breathes in sharply. He pulls himself away from his brother (oh, God, his brother) and flops over on to his back.

"Yeah," Joe sighs. He reaches out his hand and drags his knuckles against Nick's upturned palm.

Nick just lies there, catching his breath, and waits to see who falls asleep first.

* * * * *

Nick’s phone rings at ass o’clock the next morning, and Joe doesn’t open his eyes, feeling Nick move next to him.

“‘lo?” Nick’s voice is rough and muted when he speaks, and Joe turns over, pulling the blanket over his head and pressing his hips into the bed, that steady pressure on his dick. Nick’s making little grunting noises in response to whoever’s on the other end, and Joe really wishes he wasn’t. Joe takes a deep breath, trying to recite the alphabet backwards in his head. It takes all the way to G before Joe feels like he can open his eyes and look at his brother.

Nick’s nodding like he thinks people can hear him, like he always does. “Hmmm,” he says, and he stretches his leg out, bumping Joe’s in the process. Joe freezes, and shit, he really doesn’t want to go back to lame diversion tactics. Last night, it really happened. And the night before.

And the thing is, Joe wanted it to happen. Which, he can’t get over how weird that is, but he did. It took him a whole day to freaking realize that, but whatever. A whole day where all he could think about was being half asleep and then Nick’s face close, Nick being so close. How they had the shittiest show since back when they were touring with Miley but Joe still feels like it was one of the best days he’s had in a long time.

Nick’s left cheek is all red like it gets when he's been sleeping on one side of his face for too long, and Joe smiles when he realizes that Nick must’ve been facing him all night. Joe takes careful note of how Nick looks in general, how his color’s good and he just seems strong. Joe didn’t know if like, making out with your brother is bad for diabetes. Oh God.

"Yeah, see you soon." Nick tosses his phone on the nightstand and rubs his eyes, twisting until Joe can hear his back crack.

"That’s bad for your back, you know," Joe says, and Nick looks down at him, his eyes wide.

"Hey," Nick looks like he's about to say something else, and Joe holds his breath. But he doesn't say anything else, just kind of stares, giving Joe a look like he did last night. Yeah.

"Hand me my glasses?" Joe can feel a headache starting between his eyes from straining to see Nick clearly, plus, he just wants something to say, so there’s that.

"Sure." Nick fumbles on the nightstand between their phones and watches, carefully extracting Joe's glasses. Joe can tell he's trying not to touch the lenses, and for whatever reason Joe can feel his heartbeat increase. Jesus. Nick's fingers brush his, and Joe puts on his glasses, taking his time and trying to breathe normally.

"Who was on the phone?" Neither of them have moved from the bed, and Nick's leg is still pressed against his. Joe looks at the clock and sees that it's 6:45 in the morning, and he just wants to go back to sleep with Nick beside him, just for a few more hours. Just to say that he could.

"Kev. We only have about an hour." Nick has that look on his face like he's so tired he's about to explode into a ball of energy. Nick’s like that. Joe and Kevin will be so exhausted that they’re loopy, just running on whatever's left and acting like idiots, but Nick, it’s like he has some sort of weird energy reserve that he can tap into to go that extra mile without breaking a sweat.

"Great. Where are we off to today?" Joe knows that Nick knows every step they take no matter what changes there are in the schedule.

"Virginia Beach."

“Beach, now that’s what I like to hear.” Joe thinks about riding on the bus yesterday, fighting with Nick, feeling how close Nick was and not wanting to move away. “That’s what, like, two hours from here?”

“More like almost four,” Nick sighs, “but Kev said that they cancelled the meet and greet beforehand, to give us a little extra time.”

“Sweet,” Joe laughs, “except that’s probably not going to go over well.”

“Yeah, well,” Nick meets Joe’s eyes, “they’ll get over it.”

“Well, Nicholas, I never knew you were such a dick. I like it."

Nick blushes slightly, shaking his head. "You know what I mean," he mumbles, looking away.

"Seriously, stop being Mr. Perfect Man of the Year. I get it." Joe leans into him a little, feeling like he's testing something out. "Sometimes we need a break. We've been on tour for like, the past decade."

Nick pauses. "You know, I always like how you never exaggerate, it's refreshing." He looks over at Joe, and his eyes flicker down to Joe's mouth, just for a second. Joe can hear him breathing, hear him thinking. "We should probably get ready." Nick's speaking slowly, like he's choosing every word he says carefully.

"Uh-huh." The way Joe is situated, his side of the bed is almost against the wall, Nick's presence holding him there. There's something about the way Nick's not looking at him, so Joe flips on top of him, holding him down with his weight.

"Joe," Nick says, and his breathing stays even even though Joe can feel him, hard against his thigh.

"I'm just trying to go to the bathroom," Joe can feel Nick's breathing against his lips, and he feels like his pulse is vibrating through his fingertips, "and you're in my way."

"I'll move." Nick's voice sounds loud.

"Don't." Joe moves, bracing his weight so his hips are shifted off of Nick because, Jesus. "Don't," he says again, and he's not really sure what exactly he wants to happen except that he wants it to happen now.

"Um." Nick's so close now that when he opens his mouth to speak, licking his lips, the tip of his tongue just barely grazes Joe's bottom lip, and Joe closes his eyes.

Nick's phone starts ringing again, and Joe groans, resting all of his weight on him again. He can hear Nick inhale fast, and he pushes Joe off before grabbing his phone.

"Yeah? Yeah, we're moving. We are. Thanks." He hangs up, and his eyes look dark when he looks up at Joe. "The bathroom's all yours."

Joe feels shaky, all over, and he remembers himself. "Get yourself something to eat, don't forget."

Nick sighs. "Yeah."

Joe can hear him ordering them breakfast as he stumbles to the bathroom, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. When he gets in, he leans over the sink, ignoring how his hair's a mess, ignoring how he looks flushed, ignoring everything. He tries to remember how to breathe.

* * *

The hotel they're staying in at Virginia Beach is huge, a maze of conference rooms and ballrooms and regular rooms and whatever, Joe's already gotten lost twice just trying to find Nick. By the time Joe had finished getting ready in the bathroom, he had five minutes to shovel in his oatmeal and throw his shit together before getting on the bus. Once they were there, Nick had stumbled into his bunk for the whole trip, leaving Joe to distract himself by kicking Kev's ass at Halo and arm wrestling and anything else Joe could think of. Kev's such a dirty cheater, too, so that sucked. And now that all their stuff is finally settled in and they have a couple of hours free, Joe just wants to see Nick. Garbo said that Nick was in one of the ballrooms, but what he failed to mention is that this place has five fucking ballrooms in five completely different locations.

He finally walks by a hallway, and right away he can hear that Nick's playing somewhere nearby. Pushing open the partially open door, Joe watches Nick as he's bent over the baby grand in the corner of the room, next to a big window. The August sun is blazing through the window, and everything feels warm as Joe squints a little to see Nick better. It reminds him of when Nick wrote "A Little Bit Longer," all those months ago. He's playing something Joe doesn't recognize, and he's concentrating. Joe closes the door and it echoes.

Nick looks up. "Hey," he says, and he smiles. Joe feels like everything in his chest is tight, and Nick looks around as Joe walks in his direction, stopping behind him. "The acoustics in this room are awesome."

"Writing something new?" Joe touches Nick's shoulder and Nick automatically moves over, letting Joe sit next to him.

"Yeah." Nick looks down, playing a scale. Joe watches his fingers play across the keys. "I don't know, I just...everything. I had some ideas."

Joe can feel the sun on his back, a little too warm. "I wrote a song, too."


"Oh yeah?" Nick elbows him. "I didn't know you were working on anything."

"I'm a man of many secrets, Nicholas." Joe doesn't even know what he's saying anymore. He feels like everything's happening too fast and too slow for his liking.

"Yeah," Nick says, and Joe wonders what he's really thinking. Or what he was thinking on the bus earlier, alone in his bunk. This morning.

"Here, I'll show you." Joe brushes Nick's hands aside, and his fingers are cold. The metal of his watch bumps Joe's wrist. Joe wiggles his fingers above the keys, pausing before picking out Chopsticks. He waits for Nick to laugh.

Joe's rewarded as Nick giggles next to him. "It'll be a hit, Joe."

Joe keeps playing. "I thought so. I have a good feeling about it."

"Me too." Nick's sitting so close that Joe's arm bumps his whenever he moves. "How much longer do we have?"

Joe stops playing, turns his head to look at Nick. "Another hour, I guess."

"Okay," Nick sighs, "I'm glad we had this break, you know?"

Joe nods. It's like everything, the whole tour, has been concentrated into the past few days, and he just wants to explode. Joe knows he gets like that, but it seems more this time, like he'll never get everything out. He knows Nick understands, too, which makes all of these things that have been happening between him and Nick more real. Like it's something that needs to happen. Joe can feel that nervous energy building up again, sitting next to Nick, and he doesn't realize that his knee is shaking with it all until Nick moves closer, puts his hand on Joe's knee.

"Hey," he says quietly, "want to hear what I have so far?"

Nick's hand is still on his knee, and Joe swallows. "Yeah," he clears his throat, "I mean, only if you want to."

"I want to. Here," Nick moves his hand, squeezing once before he lets go, "move over a little so I don't mess it up."

Joe rolls his eyes. "Yeah, like you're capable of messing up."

"Shut up," Nick says, and then he begins to play.

It's slow, at first, and Joe likes how it feels when Nick's arm brushes against his along with the rhythm of the song. Like they're connected. Joe always feels like that when he listens to Nick play something he's working on, like everything's calm and focused and Nick's the only thing in his mind. The tempo speeds up, and Joe closes his eyes.

Nick's humming along as he plays, pausing here and there to pick out a certain note or phrase, playing it over until he's satisfied. Joe's not sure how long he plays for, but suddenly it's quiet again and Nick's pressed against his side.

"It's not much, so far." Nick's whispering, like he's afraid Joe's asleep or something.

Joe opens his eyes, and Nick's staring at him, his mouth open and his eyes dark. "Perfect," Joe says, and he means it.

"Well, I wouldn't say that, but thanks."

Joe laughs. "I would say that, and I'm right about everything."

"Right, how could I forget that?" Nick shakes his head, and everything's quiet again. "I think today's going to be good."

Joe's not sure if he's talking about the show or something else, later, or even which one he hopes he's talking about. "Yeah."

Nick pauses, then starts playing Chopsticks. "Here, let's work on your song for a while."

* * *

The show goes awesome, and Joe's pretty sure it's their best show of the tour yet. He loves playing in an outdoor venue, loves looking out over the crowd all the way back to the lawn, people scattered through the grass, dancing and singing along. But most of all he loves how on he feels with Nick. And Kev, of course. But Nick, it was just right. Like they were one person, one voice.

Joe's laying in Nick's bed, thinking about how Nick played a few bars of Chopsticks before starting "A Little Bit Longer," and waiting for Nick to come out of the bathroom. He feels weirdly nervous, like anything could happen now. Like everything could happen. He plays with his damp hair, messing it up and smoothing it back down over and over again.

Nick comes out of the bathroom, and this time he doesn't stare at Joe for being on his bed already. He smiles, actually, running a towel over his hair a few times and adjusting his boxers, looking at Joe. He's not wearing a shirt, and there's a drop of water from his hair running down his chest.

Joe watches him as he walks across the room, glad he kept in his contacts. "You tired?"

"No," Nick says, bouncing nervously next to the bed before sitting down on the edge, "you?"

"Nope." Joe watches Nick's back as he leans over to turn off the light, leaving the room in semi-darkness.

"Well," Nick says, and he's on his back next to Joe. It's like his skin is glowing, or something. Joe can't understand it. He touches Nick's hand with his own like he did the night before, and he feels happy, happy and on edge.

"So," Joe starts, and then it's like before: Nick suddenly on him, kissing him, Nick's tongue in his mouth, Nick's hands in his hair. It's kind of frantic and messy, and Joe feels like now he doesn't have to wonder what Nick was thinking about all day anymore.

Back when there were all of the rumors about Nick and Miley's make out tape, Joe had teased him for a week straight, asking him why anyone would want to watch people making out. But now, now Joe kind of understands as he pushes Nick a little, moving so he's more on top of him and kissing him deeper. Joe likes how this is different than any other time he's kissed anyone, how it's more equal or something. Like Nick is his perfect match in everything. Joe's not worried about their teeth clashing or their noses bumping or if he's using too much tongue, because it's all just right.

Joe shifts his weight again and Nick groans a little, moving his own hips so his dick rubs against Joe's thigh through his boxers. And just, God. Joe has to stop for a moment, pulling away and breathing against Nick's neck. He moves back, bracing his weight on his hands and looking down at Nick, whose eyes are half closed. Nick reaches up, pushing Joe's hair out of his eyes, and his breathing is off tempo.

"Hey," Joe says, kissing Nick again, using his tongue and breathing with Nick, through Nick. He stops again when he realizes Nick's moving with him, pressing their hips together. Joe runs his hand down Nick's chest, runs it lightly over the front of his boxers.

"Oh," Nick's voice is half moan, half groan coming from the back of his throat, and Joe can't get over how it sounds. Or how it feels when he moves his hand again, this time reaching past the waistband of Nick's boxers, gripping him in his hand and stroking firmly once.

Nick makes some sort of unintelligible sound, and Joe kisses him again before moving down the bed, placing his hands on Nick's hips and looking up at him.

"Okay?" Joe says, and Nick starts nodding, keeps nodding as Joe pulls his boxers down over his hips, lets Nick kick them off of his feet. Joe waits until Nick stops nodding and meets his eyes before taking him in his hand again, holding it with the same amount of pressure he holds his own, running his thumb over the tip.

"Shit." Nick leans back, hitting his head against the headboard. "Ow, dammit." Joe lets go, sitting up.

"You okay? God, I'm sorry, Nick." But Nick's just rubbing the back of his head, then leans forward, kissing Joe again, wet and warm.

"Just...don't stop," Nick pauses, "unless you want to stop, I mean."

Joe kisses him again. "Relax. And," Joe rests his palm against Nick's left hipbone, feels him react, "put a pillow behind your head or something. This is supposed to feel good, not give you a fucking concussion."

"Right." Nick's still breathing unevenly, sliding his hips down a little bit and adjusting the pillow behind his head. "Okay."

There's something about how Nick's looking at him, and Joe kisses him one more time before taking him in his hand and sitting up, easing down the bed. Joe's fooled around with plenty of girls before, Chelsea and AJ and whatever, but that was never like this. And never this far, as he strokes Nick one more time before leaning over and taking him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around a couple of times experimentally.

"Shit." Nick bucks up into Joe's mouth, and Joe shifts so his weight is more balanced, the hand that's not stroking him steady on Nick's stomach. He realizes that he's never heard Nick curse so much in their entire lives as he has in the past few days, and Joe kind of likes that, likes that he has that influence.

Joe increases his pace, taking more of Nick in his mouth and sucking in time with the movements of his hand. He hopes he's doing all right, hopes that he's keeping his teeth out of the way, hopes that Nick's noises and Nick's hand in his hair and guiding him is a good thing. He thinks it is, because it seems like Nick gets even harder, and Joe's own erection is far from his mind as Nick starts up a steady stream of words that Joe can't make out. Then he feels Nick's stomach tense under his hand, and Joe knows that he's close.

"Joe, I'm gonna, uh...oh God." Nick lets go of Joe's hair, propping himself up on his elbows and meeting Joe's eyes before falling back again. "Fuck."

Joe hums a little, speeding up like he does when he's jerking off and almost finished. Nick's hand is back on his head and he pulls Joe's hair, hard, just before he comes, Joe relaxing his throat and swallowing. Joe rests his forehead on Nick's hip where the bone juts out, listening to Nick hyperventilate.

"Okay?" Joe raises his head, and Nick's got his hand over his eyes. His chest is moving up and down, and he's laughing.

"Yeah," he says, and then his hands are on Joe's shoulders, pulling him so they're level. "Yeah," he says again, and then he's kissing Joe, and Joe feels aware of everything, aware of the sweat on Nick's chest as it presses against his. Aware of Nick's hand, suddenly low on his stomach.

"Nick, fuck," is all he gets out before Nick reaches inside his boxers. Nick's always been confident and perfect in everything he does, and, well, this. Holy shit.

"How's this, Joe?" Nick asks all sincerely, and Joe almost starts to laugh except for how very, very not funny it is, Nick stroking hard, his hand hot and smooth as it moves.

"Good," Joe's able to choke out before Nick twists his hand over the tip, and Joe swears that he goes blind. Like, he literally can't see, he just knows that Nick's there and everything's perfect and then Nick's kissing him and Joe comes so hard he feels like he's turning inside out.

"Well," Nick says, and then he kisses Joe one more time, reaching over to the nightstand for some tissues, cleaning them both up. Joe watches Nick as he reaches over the side of the bed, picking up his boxers and pulling them on.

"We were on tonight," Joe says, moving over so their shoulders are touching. He closes his eyes.

"We really were." Nick's fingers play with the hem on Joe's boxers, and Joe can feel every hair on his leg stand on end. He feels like he's boneless.

"Night, Nicky." Joe kisses Nick's neck, licking his lips and tasting his sweat. "You feel okay?"

Nick laughs. "You have no idea."

But the thing is, Joe does.

* * *

After Virginia Beach there's Georgia, and then they're heading back up to the northeast for the last leg of the tour. Not only that, but summer's coming to an end too, and by the time they get to Philly they're almost back to wearing jackets and scarves at night. The leaves are turning colors, which Joe's almost thankful he's getting to see, since that doesn't happen in California.

He can't help but think sometimes, as the bus takes them through nameless cities and towns, how if he were one of the millions of kids that had come to see he and his brothers and their band perform over the past two months, that he'd be doing the kinds of things they're doing this time of year. Going to malls and buying clothes for school or making college plans or whatever the hell happens.

He comes to the same conclusion every single time - he wouldn't change any of this.

Sometimes on the bus he'll sit next to Nick on one of the couches, neck craned back to so that he can stare out the window, while Nick plays something quiet and harmonic. Everything that's out there - all the passing scenery - is so big and full of so many things, and maybe they'll get to see and do them all and maybe they won't. But while they're only driving through these things to get to some place where all eyes will be on them, on the inside of their bus, it's just them. Just Joe and Nick and everyone they care about.

It's nothing and everything like home all at the same time, because Joe's learning that home isn't a house. If it were, they'd be thousands of miles away from it every second of the day.

When things are tough, Joe knows Nick's there. And without Nick, he doesn't know where he'd be. They need each other a lot, they always have, and now that they're, well, closer than they've ever been, things are a lot easier to deal with. There's always going to be the drama and the tabloids and the rumors and the restrictions on what they can and can't do. There's always going to be times when they have to act like they're these perfect kids, when they're so not.

But Joe has his brother, his best friend, to stay with him in a hotel suite that's nothing like his old room, and he makes Joe feel really good. And because of that, it's so much easier for him to believe his own words when he talks about love and how thankful he is for everything.

* * * * *

Nick's in his room, his own room, for the first time in months. They finally finished the tour, and really went out on a high note. At their last meet and greet, this older woman held Nick's hand and shook it, saying how much she appreciated them and what they did for her daughter and her friends, just by putting on a good show. It blows his mind. The whole tour, really. Everything.

Joe. Even though he dreamed about this, a night alone in his own room with his own stuff and his own pillows and his own everything, Nick feels lonely. He's used to feeling that way on tour, not at home. But this tour, it turned out different. Last night, their last night, things were quiet in his and Joe's room, and they both just fell asleep, Joe waking him up in the middle of the night. Joe kissing him, moving against him easily and naturally like they had been for the past two weeks. It kind of felt like an ending, and Nick had almost cried when they'd pulled up in front of home, his Mom misunderstanding and kissing the side of his face, telling him that everything was going to be okay.

Nick looks at the clock, groaning when he realizes that it's three in the morning and he still hasn't been able to sleep. He needs his rest, needs to be ready for Ellen in two days and then the VMAs, filming their video, everything else. They're starting production on JONAS in a month, and he should be sleeping now, storing up everything he has for the rest of the year. What he really needs, he thinks, is Joe snoring next to him.

He's wondering if anyone would hear if he snuck downstairs to work on his song when his door opens, and Joe's head pokes in.

"Nick?" He's whispering, or what Joe thinks is a whisper, anyway. He's never able to stay quiet enough.

"Yeah?" Nick tries to not look too excited that he's there, because how lame would that be? Super lame.

"Can't sleep." Joe sits on the edge of Nick's bed, his knees shaking like they do when Joe's over excited about something, anxious.

"Me neither." Nick pauses. Joe's staring at him, and he's wearing his glasses, his hair a mess. Nick feels warm. "Missed you, Joe."

Joe grins, and Nick feels like he's going to explode. "Me too, Nicky."

Nick moves over, letting Joe crawl under the covers next to him. "Comfortable?"

Joe sighs. "Yeah," he leans over, kissing Nick's forehead with a loud smack. "You?"

Nick nods as Joe's hand finds his own under the blanket. And yeah, he's ready for the rest of the year. He kisses Joe's neck and thinks about not falling asleep.

 
 
 
This is a den of iniquity!batmanvoice on November 17th, 2008 12:58 am (UTC)
I love this so much. I'm on skype with my friend and she made fun of me because I would go from laughing, to awwing, to wanting to cry. ♥
fiorie on November 17th, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
Hahaha, thank you! We were kind of laughing and awwing and crying too, as we were writing this. I'm so glad you liked it! <3
grimshaw: brunette red gold striped walksiheartvmars07 on November 17th, 2008 01:35 am (UTC)
yeah i fucking love you, JSYK
you are seriously my new favorite Joick writer, like it was so well written.... it was like perfect

also i think, and this is just me, that you MUST MUST continue it!

you really should
grimshawiheartvmars07 on November 17th, 2008 01:36 am (UTC)
*you guys
(no subject) - fiorie on November 17th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
musicl0ver08musicl0ver08 on November 17th, 2008 01:51 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh that was so unbelievably cute!! <3
haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you so so much, we had a blast writing it! :D
twisterfate on November 17th, 2008 02:05 am (UTC)
I absolutely loved this!
haz de la huerta: [Jonas] Whatmiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you thank you! :)
Wipe your filthy boots.: dc: woo hooagate on November 17th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
I still don't have a JoBros icon, what the hell is wrong with me.
Um. Hahahahaha. Okay. Well, it was completely obvious you two were UP TO SOMETHING the past few days, and, well. I LIKE THE RESULTS?!?!? Hahaha. Holy shit.

The characterization in this is so good, eternally positive Kevin and constantly pensive Nick and Joe--on paper it sounds like maybe Joe is bipolar or ADD, but in reality it's just the way he feels things. Aaaahh. The voices are perfect and the FEEL of the whole thing is perfect, just, the brotherly relationships and how they're these dorky kids who are weirdly grown-up and professional at the same time, how seriously they take their music and their responsibilities even though it's all too much sometimes, how Nick's health is constantly on everyone's mind, how TIRED they are all the time, how claustrophobic the buses are, how claustrophobic the fame is. Seriously, the whole thing, it's just so epic, i can't even deal, there are about a thousand things I want to quote back at you, seriously, too many for me to even know where to start. CHOPSTICKS.

Oh yeah, and then there's how it's HOLY JESUS H. MOTHER OF CHRIST RIDICULOUSLY FUCKING HOT. Um. Yeah. I...had some feelings. (...that is humorous understatement. Hahaha, holy crap.)

Anyway, yeah. Damn. I don't even know, you guys. You're amazing. Just, amazing.
haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC)
Re: I still don't have a JoBros icon, what the hell is wrong with me.
Haha, I still don't get how we seemed like we were up to something. Also YEAH, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T YET HAVE AN ICON AT THE TIME OF THIS COMMENT, YOU DISINGENUOUS LADY.

And also THANK YOU THANK YOU OMG THANK YOU. All of that is exactly what we wanted to get across in the characterization and the flow of it all and just, dorky boys how are they THE BEST I CAN'T EVEN. Ahem. Also, hahaha, um, so things were originally going to be very vanilla and tame, but then things transpired, and it's what the CHARACTERS wanted. Neither of us can be held responsible for any filthy things that occurred over the course of the narrative. Lalalalalalala.
Ines101randomwords on November 17th, 2008 02:56 am (UTC)
Wow, this was awesome. The flow was fantastic and really enjoyable to read.

GIANT SMILES.
haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you so so much, seriously. We really hoped that the flow especially was right, so it means a lot that you mentioned it! GIANT SMILES BACK. :)
kobe diem: 01kobean on November 17th, 2008 03:12 am (UTC)
i just love.

honest to God, the entire timeline/storyline was fantastic, not to mention the characterisations and the pace and the dialogue, and just everything, really. i loved that you incorporated all these details of real life which i think is what made the story that much more brilliant, you know? because you guys used things that happened, and added things, which made it your own, made it original. and i already said it in the first part of this, but this has to be the best fic i have read, hands down. it's just... i don't even know what to say, anymore. it's kind of like the jobros themselves, there's just so much love that you can't fully explain it.

also:

Joe turns towards the bathroom, but before he goes in, he looks at Nick again. "You said you didn't get what today was all about," he says, his voice about a million times gentler than it was five minutes ago. "So I showed you."


has to be my favourite, favourite line. gah. ♥ (though there are freakin' millions of other parts in this part alone that were just amazing, this one stood out to me the most.)

fabulous writing, ladies! :) i hope to read more joe/nick from you guys.
haz de la huerta: [Jonas] Whatmiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
it's kind of like the jobros themselves, there's just so much love that you can't fully explain it.

Oh man, THAT IS EXACTLY HOW THEY ARE. Hahaha, we were talking about how we want that on a t-shirt or something, seriously. And honestly, feedback like this is so heartwarming and it just really, really means a lot, thank you SO MUCH. Seriously, THANK YOU. And isn't that line great? All the credit for that one goes to fiorie. :) We are definitely going to try and write more Joe/Nick or other Jonas fic in general in the future, it is waaay too much fun to write.

(Also, your icon is GORGEOUS. <3 Oh, boys.)
(no subject) - fiorie on November 17th, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
ada or emrysunderhand_glory on November 17th, 2008 06:10 am (UTC)
This is perfect. I'm so glad that the JB fandom is actually starting to, like, exist.

Also I ADORE Joe swearing and the way his dad/Nick/Kevin keep correcting him about it. This seems so true to life even if it's something we'd never get to see.
haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU! Haha, doesn't it seem like Joe's always saying things he shouldn't and getting corrected all the time? Where are the youtube vids of that, is what I would like to know.

And yes, we really hope that the JB Fandom kind of takes off, it's surprising that it's so small right now considering the source material!
sweetfarthings: Nick Joe laughsweetfarthings on November 17th, 2008 06:20 am (UTC)
oooooooooooooooooh goodness, so epic.
seriously loved this.
def. want to read more joick from you guys :)
haz de la huerta: [Jonas] everything he does is dangermiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you so so so much! We definitely want to write more in the future. :)
londondrowning on November 17th, 2008 07:12 am (UTC)
jesus christ, i'm so excited that this is turning into a real fandom.
In the interest of not copy-pasting this entire fic back to you guys, again, I'm just going to say a couple things. One of which is that I'm still sitting here fanning myself off a little bit. There is nothing like first time sex, whoo. There is especially nothing like first time sex when it involves Nicholas Jonas. Maybe I reread it three times, but, uh, you could not prove it.

Second of all, this made me so badly want to write some Joe/Nick, except I can't, because not only was this amazing, it is also the definitive fic for this fandom of crazy people that we've all turned into. You even did research about the timeline! I never do research about the timeline!

It really was wonderful, guys. They sound so much like real boys and brothers and, like, normal people who just happen to enjoy fooling around in a fucked up manner. I'M SO HAPPY, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
haz de la huerta: [Jonas] Whatmiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)
Re: jesus christ, i'm so excited that this is turning into a real fandom.
Seriously, first time sex and Nicholas Jonas go hand in hand. I don't even care how that sounds, IT'S JUST A TRUTH FACT. (It shouldn't be so easy to write them having the sexytimes, honestly. Are they working on some sort of sting with Dateline?)

Also, GOD, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, SERIOUSLY. I don't want to creep you out but your comments made us SO HAPPY. Also, PLS WRITE MORE JOE/NICK. Depriving us of more of your awesome Joe/Nick is just as bad as the whole of the internet depriving us of a real JoBros fandom. <3<3<3
(no subject) - londondrowning on November 17th, 2008 08:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
keatonpotatoes@aol.com: jb: it's like we finish each other'sirishmizzy on November 17th, 2008 07:31 am (UTC)
Good Lord, I cannot even, you guys. I cannot even. I love how they're so BROTHERLY and BOYS in this, all the fighting over space and being angry and then being over it and being dorky and making fun of each other all the time and how they approach everything from different directions and balance each other out so perfectly.

And I love the POV shifts and the timeline and the pacing and how REAL it all feels. Joe in rockstar-mode, with his sunglasses and leather jackets and one word answers! Nick effing playing Chopsticks at the concert! Nick is swearing more now! AND all the sexytimes akzjd;lkj;ijiclakjsjdcalkj, GOD GUYS, SO FREAKING HOT. It's pretty likely I'll be blushing for the rest of my life.

And oh man, the end! MY HEART. I don't even know you guys, this is so awesome and amazing and I really don't even know. Just. WRITE EPIC FIC TOGETHER FOREVER, OKAY?
haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
True story, whenever I see your icon somewhere a puppy is born. It's just what happens. A PUPPY FOR YOU, NICHOLAS JONAS, JUST LIKE YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED.

And THANK YOU, seriouslyyyy. We're so glad that it feels REAL, since there was a lot of myspace blog reading, A LOT. A-and also Nick's diabetes blog reading. And youtube. And I DON'T KNOW, IT HAS BEEN A CRAZY FEW DAYS IS ALL. Hahaha, and if you're blushing for the rest of your life, we're right there with you. THINGS. <3<3<3<3<3<3

(W-when will you be contributing to the Jonas fic funraiser?)
Jonascat: joes love of hair productspolitelypuzzled on November 17th, 2008 10:01 am (UTC)
can we just talk about the fact that it is two in the morning and i have to be up at 5 and that I DONT GIVE A FUCK???!!!???

because this is seriously THE BEST JONAS FIC IVE EVER READ and im not even lying. you might think i am but im not and i have read so many jonas fics and you are by far a god, end of story period.
you write the boys so fucking well that i cried laughed out loud and had to stiffle my laughter with a pillow repeatedly throughout reading this.

i have also decided that if you do not, very soon, write another fic like this, i will be forced to climb into a hole and burry myself because that would be better than never reading anything by you again.

oh yes i went there!

but really, i cant get over how GREAT you captured the boys, all of them...seriously serious right now. it is all kinds of epic and i would have commented on the other chapter but i actually couldnt move except to hit the next button because my brain wasnt fully functioning.

not only am i adding this to mems, im also going to publicly run though the streets of Portland shouting about how wondersex it is and print up a copy and be creepy and give it the boys (if ever i meet tham) so yes i am slightly insane but if you must know, i have become your biggest fan and now its really late and im rambling so i will go and sleep....if i can manage it.

really though, in all seriousness, please consider writing another/sequal type thing to this...i would literally die...more than i already have

oh and the line that absoultely made me cry from how hard i was laughing Kev had stared for a minute and said, "Joe, you look like you're trying to have sex with everyone," which, yeah. oh so priceless and oh so acurate
fiorie on November 17th, 2008 07:13 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOODNESS, THANK YOU. Seriously, miss_bennie and I are overjoyed that you liked this so much. Writing it was fun for us, I mean, who doesn't like going back through all of the Jonas vids and all of the pictures and stuff? But the fact that people are enjoying it makes us so happy, so thank you very much for your awesome words!

And we are hoping to write more, because it's honestly such a good time for us. :)

(Hahaha, I just laughed a lot at your icon)

Edited at 2008-11-17 07:13 pm (UTC)
silly chelsea: Joick: they're bringing sexy backsillyfax on November 17th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
&hearts
haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 17th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
dannyxidoldannyxidol on November 17th, 2008 07:22 pm (UTC)
Ohmigosh I love this so much, like, every freaking line is absolutely PERFECT. ♥
fiorie on November 17th, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you so so much! We're so happy you enjoyed it! <3
areagrisareagris on November 18th, 2008 02:27 am (UTC)
Like maybe how it's not as much of a crazy big deal as he'd thought it was, when he'd woken up and Joe's face was pressed against Nick's shoulder and his hand was resting on top of Nick's right thigh.

For him it's more not being able to move around, to play baseball or even just take a walk by himself. He wants to have a dog and to go swimming or bike riding sometimes, and he can't.

They know there's always room for mishap during their shows, they've been told millions of times that nobody's perfect, and more often than not people don't even notice the small things that are so obvious to you when you're performing. But still. Nick hates when things aren't perfect.


As I said in my other comment...I think you both capture JB incredibly well...seriously, this is exactly how I imagine they feel. Nick loves what he does, and it's all great, but he also feels constrained by their lifestyle. He can't even go to the bloody ice cream store without paparazzi attacking him. Just ugh...perfection on your parts.
fiorie on November 20th, 2008 02:59 am (UTC)
Thank you so much again! We're both very glad you liked it and that it felt true to these guys.

And yeah - it makes me kind of sad all the attention they get sometimes, but they handle it so well! I don't know how they do it.
xx_archimedesxx_archimedes on November 18th, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
OH MY GOD.

OH MY FREAKING GOD.

IS THIS EVEN ALOUD? BECAUSE I REALLY, REALLY DON'T THINK IT IS.

;KSJDFNKLL;SAKDJNKLAJDFNKSLJDN. I. FUCKING. LOVE. YOU.

You have no idea. This is the greatest Jonas piece I've ever read. It was slow and detailed and just deliciously perfect. You represented their character's wonderfully and it was so believeable and just real.

I so cannot think rationally right now. This fucking blew my brains out. I probably shouldn't be cussing so much, but I CANNOT CONTROL MYSELF. I MEAN, JESUS.

The Joe/Nick action in this was pretty much the highlight of my life. You wrote it perfectly. God, the tension and just. Shit. AMAZING.

The ending of this was freaking perfect.I It was sweet and open but not too corny. You really have no idea how much I am fangirling over this right now. All of the ability I once possesed to form rational thoughts has pretty much gone out the window. That's what this has done to me. And I am so favoriting it so I can read it over and over again.

Okay, I loved how you talked about the MTV following them around for a day thing, because IS IT ALLOWED TO LOOK THAT ADORABLE IN THE MORNING? SERIOUSLY. I look like complete ass in the morning and Joe was all "Hey. It's like seven o'clock, but I'm effing sexy. Do you like my bed hair? Because Nick just left my room and it's not really messed up from sleep. If you know what I mean."

Nick’s phone rings at ass o’clock the next morning, and Joe doesn’t open his eyes, feeling Nick move next to him.

Are you hiding in my closet or something? Because I seriously say that ALL THE TIME when I have to get up in the morning. I totally pawned it from Superatural though, so I can't really take credit for it.

When he gets in, he leans over the sink, ignoring how his hair's a mess, ignoring how he looks flushed, ignoring everything. He tries to remember how to breathe.

I COULD NOT BREATHE EITHER JOE.

Holy shit. That part, I basically died from it's amazingness. It was the most perfect kissing scene I think I've ever read. I died.

Nick pauses, then starts playing Chopsticks. "Here, let's work on your song for a while."

OHMYGAWWDDD. CAN I LIKE KEEP YOU FOREVER?

I think I cried a little at that part. There's so much hidden everything in that sentence. It's freaking perfect.

"Shit." Nick leans back, hitting his head against the headboard. "Ow, dammit." Joe lets go, sitting up.

Oh, Nicky. You would do that. This cracked me up, and I have no idea why. I seriously laughed so hard that I lost my place and I had to go back and find it. =]

You guys better write more because I am now officially hooked. I mean, seriously, do you see the length of this comment?
fiorie on November 20th, 2008 03:04 am (UTC)
HEEEEEE, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. This is such amazing feedback and I'm so glad you liked all of it! :)

And haha, I agree totally, I couldn't believe Joe looks the way he does when he wakes up in the morning! Is he even real?
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quiet_stormquiet_storm on November 18th, 2008 04:33 am (UTC)
Ok so i'm way late in the comments list so i'm not sure I can tell you anything the others haven't already...

But right now i'm wondering why all my favorite JB stories seem to involve Joe/Nick or them with some guy when i harp on about my dislike for these types of pairings.

Ok so someone wrote something along the lines of its like JB themselves you can't fully explain the love or something similar.

Oh. my. god yes! Nailed it.

And Nick Jonas, hes like the hottest boy and the first time sex and how perfect he is and so on......and wow....you made me believe it.

I can see this between them almost like its just a part of the story.

So needless to say i'm in love with this story almost as much as Joe and Nick themselves.

I can't even put it into words, but dammit I tried.





haz de la huertamiss_bennie on November 20th, 2008 03:14 am (UTC)
Awww, thank you so so much, it means so much to us that you liked it! And there's just something about Joe/Nick fic, right? We're so glad that we made you believe it, and thanks again for your lovely comment! :)
lightning rod for criticism: jb: les cousins dangereuxannakovsky on November 18th, 2008 06:27 am (UTC)
Oh God, so I had to save the end of this fic as a reward for myself for finishing editing retard part 3, and omg, BEST REWARD EVER??? YOU GUYS. THIS IS SO GREAT.

I really love how you make them so grateful for the fame and the fans and stuff, while still getting across how incredibly claustrophobic it is, how they have basically no privacy and have to be ON all the time, and how there's always fans and cameras and work to do and their parents and entourage, and it's just -- I really felt the exhaustion of it all. THESE POOR KIDS, THEY WORK SO HARD, WILL NO ONE GET THEM A PUPPY TO NAME ELVIS ALREADY?

And oh man, the seeeeeeex. asdgk;lhasdg;klhadgs I love how they're such dorky boys, and how they talk the way people talk, and how the incest sort of sneaks up on them and then progresses, from one thing to another. And Nick playing Chopsticks at the concert, and Kevin being a dirty cheater, and, oh, everything. Actually I really particularly loved your Kevin characterization, for some reason? Like, I'm always tempted to just make him a joke, but you really got across the dorky, responsible, stupidly positive kind of mellow dude that he seems to be, while also having him run around with teabags for their eyes, haha.

Joe turns towards the bathroom, but before he goes in, he looks at Nick again. "You said you didn't get what today was all about," he says, his voice about a million times gentler than it was five minutes ago. "So I showed you."

GODDDDD. That's maybe my very favorite part, OUT OF ALL THE FAVORITES.
fiorie on November 20th, 2008 03:11 am (UTC)
WILL NO ONE GET THEM A PUPPY TO NAME ELVIS ALREADY?

HEEEEE, oh my God. I know, right? A while back there was a picture of Nick with Elvis and he's carrying a Target bag to put the poop in and I almost DIED because they're such NORMAL BOYS.

And THANK YOU SO MUCH. Especially wrt Kevin, because it's really kind of hard to figure out what to do with him most of the time. Like, he's always there, he's the most outspoken and he's always walking in front because no one lets him stand in the middle, but when you're trying to figure out Joe and Nick being boyfriends, he's really just in the way. Hahaha.
and here in spain i am a spaniardpark_hye_in on November 18th, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC)
oh, i'm so glad this exists in the world. thanks for writing it! *g*
fiorie on November 20th, 2008 03:12 am (UTC)
You're very welcome! We're happy you liked it. :)
ilovenickjonas2ilovenickjonas2 on November 19th, 2008 11:38 pm (UTC)
AMAZING
i wish i had more to say but honestly words cannot describe how much i love this story
like oh my gosh i seriously wish i could think of something to say but the words i think of are not good enough to describe how i feel about this story
INCREDIBLE!!!
haz de la huerta: [Jonas] I remember when we stoodmiss_bennie on November 20th, 2008 03:15 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you so so much! It really means a lot to us that you loved it. :)
withprettystars on November 23rd, 2008 02:34 am (UTC)
i am not going to lie:
this is honest to god the best fic i have read in this fandom.
period.
truthfully, i think i've read it like five times this week.
and wrote an annotated reply basically.
that is way too long to post.
i have sever space at school, though. next time i am on campus, i might upload it or something.

i just wanted to say for now that this is fantastic. everything about it--style and content--just blew me away.
fiorie on November 25th, 2008 07:29 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU! We're both glad you liked it, this is amazing feedback and it really made us happy! Thanks again. :)
CHAZANOVA: [Nick Jonas] I hate myself a littlemozarts_friend on November 24th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
OH YOU GUYS <3 <3 <3 <3

Seriously, this whole thing is amazing. Their VOICES, AUGH. I just love it all, and how they compliment each other and are the other person's equal so it just makes SENSE for them to hook up because all their girlfriends are just a hassle, but they find so much comfort in each other. I don't know if that made ANY sense, but oh well.

Usually he's up, and on paper it sounds like maybe Joe is bipolar or ADD, but in reality it's just the way he feels things.

This is maybe the best description of Joe's personality that I can possibly imagine.

"Like you wouldn't run either, if you had my ex-girlfriend," Nick argues.

HAHAHA. BURN.

Room service comes up with Nick's steak, and since Joe takes three hours in the bathroom even at night when he's just getting ready to go to bed, Nick's able to finish it before Joe even comes out.

HEEE. The idea that Joe takes just as long in the bathroom to get ready for BED made me laugh for yeeears.

"I'm a man of many secrets, Nicholas." Joe doesn't even know what he's saying anymore. He feels like everything's happening too fast and too slow for his liking.

ALKGFJHKSAJHDA:OHD. YOU GUYS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS FIC.

I really really hope there is more fic on the horizon because this was AMAAAZING!

fiorie on November 25th, 2008 07:32 pm (UTC)
OHHH, I'M SO SO SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT, A! WE BOTH ARE. Augh, I want that to be a real thing happening - like, they're so sick of the girl drama with Miley or Selena or Taylor so they just sort of find solace in EACH OTHER. And, I mean, it's extremely visible when they're on stage that they're doing it anyway. Seriously, thank you SO MUCH. <3
sweet angel little sister___colormyworld on January 7th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)
write more soon, please! I ADORED you guys' stories!
fiorie on January 16th, 2009 05:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you SO MUCH! We're glad you liked it.
not as edgy as i look: Nick Jonas :: smileopenmydoors on January 14th, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC)
Joe can tell he's trying not to touch the lenses, and for whatever reason Joe can feel his heartbeat increase. Jesus.

My favourtite line, it was so sweet, and so real and god, your writing makes me forget that this isn't real, that this is fictional, and it makes me ache for it to be real, for Nick and Joe to find themselves like this. GUH, so good.
fiorie on January 16th, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU, we're happy you enjoyed it! And heeee, I wish it were real too, a lot.
Laura!: hippe!ryanadjustmexbaby on February 12th, 2009 03:41 am (UTC)
JESUS CHRIST. THIS WAS WONDERFUL. MARRY ME Y/Y? :D

i really don't know what else to add, because basically everyone has said what i wanted to say. this was really just, lovely. thank you for sharing. ♥♥
haz de la huerta: [Jonas] I remember running with youmiss_bennie on March 18th, 2009 01:36 am (UTC)
Sorry this response took so long! Thank you so so much, we're so happy that you enjoyed it. :)