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mayqueen517First one!
A bit of Kevin/Nick stuff that's pretty much being blamed straight on that damned World War III video, because nnnngggh, Nick and Kevin. NNNGGGH.
So. Nick/Kevin smut, yes? (so not beta'd, LOL)
Rating: Hard R
In Tulsa, Nick manages to surprise Kevin.
It's not a big surprise that everyone knows about, but it is one that everyone sees. Kevin watches Nick stalk around, and seriously, where did his baby brother learn to stalk from? He jerks off his tie at that line in World War III and Kevin thinks that he's suddenly very glad for his guitar.
It's later in the night, after the show, that Nick surprises Kevin again. They're in the hallway of the hotel, sweaty enough from the show that Kevin's starting to feel that itch of unclean worming under his skin. Nick's eyes are what keeps distracting Kevin from complaining about a shower. Joe goes into his room with a slight wave, his arm holding Frankie, conked out on his shoulder.
When Kevin steps through the door, he revels in the cranked up air conditioning, tilting his head back as the door shuts softly. He can feel Nick's eyes on him, and he should be so disgusted. His brother is eyeing him and all he can think is that his jeans are a lot more crowded at his brother's antics during the night.
"Kev," Nick says, voice low and rough and Kevin cannot believe his sixteen year old brother has that sex voice. It's just wrong.
"Nick,"
And that's all it takes before Kevin's pinned against the door and oh god, Nick is pressed against his back, all firm heat. Solid and it feels so good. It's wrong, but Kevin is past the point of caring as Nick grinds into him, bringing a gasp from both of them.
"Wanted you during the show. Couldn't help myself," Nick whispers, voice low and raspy in Kevin's ear and he wants to complain about Nick pinning his hands against the heavy door, but he can't work his vocal cords currently. Nick's hard and hot against his back, lips dragging across his earlobe and it sends goosebumps down his skin.
"L-let's talk about you, ripping your tie off," Kevin manages, shivering hard at the huff of laughter that Nick lets out, his hips pressing against Kevin and grinding. Nick's teeth catch on the skin of Kevin's earlobe, pulling a low moan from him as one of Nick's hand slides around his front.
They're starting to sweat against each other, and it's so wrong, but Kevin wants skin on skin. Wants to feel his skin stick to Nick's and hear him gasp as they grind together.
But this is good. This is more than good, actually, with Nick rubbing against him, moaning softly into his ear and Kevin likes it.
He'd like it even more if he could turn around to kiss Nick, but it's so hot like this. His hands flutter uselessly, trying to move even though Nick's grip is strong. Kevin moans louder than he means to when Nick lets his hands go and turns him around, kissing Kevin hard as he grinds their erections against one another.
Kevin can't help arching into Nick, kissing back just as brutally as they moan against each other. It's hot and fast and Kevin's never been so turned on in his life.
Nick makes a choked noise, pulling back to breathe harshly as his body shudders against Kevin. Nick lets out a soft moan as he watches Kevin through hooded lids, eyes lazy and warm as Kevin groans thickly, coming with a blanking of his vision.
They stand there together for a moment, panting against each other as Kevin rests his forehead against Nick's. He gets a slow smile for his efforts and it's the best thing Kevin's seen tonight.
Nick doesn't say much as they pull away from each other, both wandering into the bathroom and stripping down before they climb into the shower together. Kevin feels weird about not looking, because clearly that's not off limits to him anymore, but it still feels wrong.
"Stop thinking so hard, Kev," says Nick, turning around in the shower and Kevin can only shrug as Nick laughs softly, leaning up and pressing their lips together. He can't help the surge of warmth in his chest as he wraps slick arms around Nick's frame. They kiss for a moment longer before Nick pulls back and Kevin smiles at him.
"Shower and then bed, dork. C'mon,"
They linger in the shower without meaning to, touching and Kevin can't help taking the time to crowd against Nick's back, water slicking their hair down and his lips touch skin, behind Nick's ear, suckling slowly but not firmly. It would really be a bad idea to leave hickeys even though the thought of marking Nick turns Kevin on more than he would have thought.
Nick moans, low in his throat and pushes back into Kevin and tilting his head back. Kevin can't resist that opportunity, nipping lightly along his neck and his hand reaches down, stroking Nick firmly. It's heady and exciting and Kevin's so hard that it's almost painful, but he's got an armful of Nick rubbing against him and it's amazing.
"Please," Nick whispers, turning his head away from Kevin's lips to wrap his own around Kevin's earlobe. And Nick knows that makes Kevin's knees feel weak and it's this perfect moment of heat and wetness and it's so hot.
Steam curls around both of them as the hot water beats down, Kevin's strokes getting erratic as he feels that curl of heat starting in his calves. Nick chokes out a gasp, sounding not quite embarrassed, but like he does when he thinks he's being quiet in the bathroom.
Idly, Kevin wonders if Nick thinks about things like this when he rubs one out, and well. That thought's so hot that Kevin comes almost immediately. Nick arches, hips jerking into Kevin's hand, coming all over his hand as the water washes it away.
They're quiet for a moment before Nick kisses him lightly, turning the water off as they both dry off quickly, pulling on boxers and a t-shirt (Nick) and an ancient pair of pajama pants and an old tank top (Kevin). They curl up in bed together, comfortable and warm and Nick presses his nose against the line of Kevin's cheek and Kevin figures that even if this is weird and should be wrong, he can't fault this level of contentment.
And some fluff with Joe being a big ol' dorkface. Because that's Joe Jonas to a T. It's also total gen, because...yeah, I dunno why, LOL
Rating: G
Kevin hates medical shows. As in, he tries to valiantly skip over any and all medical shows that seem to crop up on TV. Not because he doesn't think they're grossly inaccurate (which they are) or too dramatized (again, which they are), but because of Joe.
Joe who avidly watches any and all medical show and thinks he knows. When Kevin sneezes three times in a row it's, "Oh, you probably have some sinus blockage. Want some Sudafed?"
It drives Kevin crazy.
It gets worse with real life shows about ERs and the things that come on Discovery Healthy. Those are the worst, because they don't get crackpot diagnoses.
They get this: "Kev! Let's go swimming, STAT!"
Because someone decided to explain that 'stat' meant 'now' in doctor speak, so Joe has replaced the word 'now' with 'stat'. And uses it constantly. Nick just ignores it with an eyeroll, but even then Joe comes up with his own diagnosis that actually sounds credible.
"What is it, Nickel? Are you having a stroke? Are you able to speak? Is there something wrong with your Broca's area?"
"Joe, do you even know what the Broca's area is?"
"Some space in your brain named after this Broca guy?"
"Joe..."
"No, seriously! It's named after some guy named Broca,"
Nick finally gives up, bewildered as Joe keeps chattering at Kevin who looks ready to kill Joe, but seems to have his, 'I will tolerate you for as long as I'm able to' face on.
Two days later and even Nick's starting to get annoyed.
"Woo, soundcheck. STAT!"
Kevin fights to not scream and in doing so he's clenching his teeth. Really, Nick could tell him that it's a bad idea, because Joe's got a whole season of Grey's Anatomy and House to catch up on.
"Ooh, Kev, you're grinding your teeth. It could be Bruxism, you might wanna have it checked out. It could be like some sign that you've got some parasite in your brain and-"
"Joe. If you don't shut up, I'm pantsing you onstage tonight,"
"Oooh, irrational anger too. Maybe you've got a mental issue. Nick, Kevin's got a mental issue, I think!"
Nick, wisely, stays out of it.
"Joe, could you hand me that fork, please?"
"Sure thing. Here,"
Kevin grabs for it, making contact before promptly dropping it and grumbling. Trying a couple more times, he doesn't noticed Joe watching him steadily.
"You okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah, fine," and Kevin doesn't pay anymore attention to it, because Joe's given them a blissful week of hearing no more medical terms. Kevin's kind of rejoicing on the inside, because at least Joe never taught any of it to Frankie.
That would have been unbearable.
"You're dropping stuff a lot,"
"Just clumsy today, I guess,"
"Are your fingers numb?"
"They're...fingers, Joe,"
Joe's giving him that blissfully earnest expression that makes Kevin dread the next words out of Joe's mouth like always.
"Yeah, but if they're numb it could be a sign that there are neurons firing oddly in your brain because of...I dunno, like..your brain's wired oddly or something. Maybe you've eaten something bad and didn't know it and it's presenting symptoms like this. Dropping things constantly, you eat a lot more, and - ohmygosh, dude, are you pregnant?"
Kevin...is going to kill Joe.
"Joe. I don't know if you noticed, but guys can't get pregnant,"
"True. Maybe it's like a fetal twin or something that Mom and Dad never told you about and it's like draining brain stuff and you need to have it removed STAT,"
"Joe. I do not have a fetal twin that I never knew about,"
"But how do you KNOW? I mean, if they never told you, then you've never found out, thus you COULD have a fetal twin that's leeching off brain stuff and -"
Kevin puts a hand over Joe's mouth, feeling sick amusement bubble over everything else. Joe, being a good little brother and all, licks Kevin's hand. Kevin's not phased, after all, he's dealt with this more than once.
"Joe. Stop watching medical shows. Please,"
Kevin goes back to spearing bits of the salad in front of him, eating in peaceful silence. Joe seems awfully quiet though and Kevin's kind of just waiting.
"Are you SURE you don't have a fetal twin attached to you somewhere?"
"JOE. I. Am. Sure."
"But are you SURE you're sure?"
Kevin lets out a little scream of rage before stalking off the bus.
It's later that night that Kevin catches Joe watching him, something in his eyes making Kevin want to groan. It's that look Joe gets when he watches those medical dramas, all contemplating and wondering. It's actually a good look for him, however, it doesn't bode well for Kevin.
"Kev?"
"No, Joe, I do not have a fetal twin Mom and Dad never told me about. Promise,"
"No. Not that. Just...you sure you're feeling okay? You're starting to get that icky look right before you get sick,"
"'m fine, Joe," says Kevin, getting ready for the show, shaking his head amusedly.
The show goes off without a hitch, but Kevin's starting to get that tight feeling in his neck that says he's getting ready to be down for the count until the next show. He feels a little more wrung out than normal, but he doesn't say anything. A migraine is a migraine, not much anyone can do about it.
They get on the bus, hair still wet from a quick shower and Kevin tugs his pajamas on and promptly curls up in his bunk. His stomach rumbles disconsolately but he ignores it, pulling a blanket up over himself as he curls up. It's a sickening feeling to pop back some headache medicine and just wait to see if it kicks in.
The longer he curls up though, the hungrier he gets. Thankfully though, the others seem to have picked up on the fact that he's not feeling so great and they stay quiet. It's comfortable except for the fact that he can hear Joe's footsteps. He doesn't roll his eyes by the sheer virtue of it hurts too much.
"Kev?" asks Joe, voice pitched low and careful in the darkness.
"What?" Kevin croaks out, pulling the blanket up over his face just in case Joe opens the curtain.
"Here," and Joe hands him a bottle of water, cool but not cold and a package of peanut butter crackers. Sometimes, when he's not being a total idiot, Joe is the sweetest person alive.
"Thanks," Kevin says surprised as he slowly pulls the blanket down, relieved to see it's still utterly dark in there. He goes to open the crackers only to find that Joe's done that for him and he's absolutely adoring of his brother right now. Kevin eats slowly, like if he chews normally, his head will explode. It actually feels like that though, to be honest.
"Hey, Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a tumah?"
"Joe. If I could move right now, I'd kill you. Go away,"
Instead of responding, Joe squirms into the bunk with him, a warm weight that jostles him. Kevin hisses in pain a few times, grimacing as his head strikes up an even louder ache that rests in his neck and he is going to kill his brother so hard.
Just as soon as he can move.
His headache is a slow burn behind his eyes but he's warm and comfortable. His head's pillowed on Joe's chest, and he's doing that thing with his fingers. Combing through Kevin's hair so carefully, gentle without being ghostly.
His nails gently scrape his scalp and Kevin makes a sleepy noise as Joe rubs his arm in comfort.
"Go ahead and get some rest. I'm cool with staying here," says Joe, pressing a fond kiss to Kevin's forehead, warm and light as Kevin snuggles down. Just because he's annoyed with the medical terms doesn't mean Kevin's going to turn down a snuggle.
"Thanks,"
"It's cool. I'm totally going to nurse you through your tumah pains,"
"Joe. I don't have a tumah,"
"Okay,"
And he can hear the grin in Joe's voice as he drifts off, listening to Joe's careful breathing, rhythmic and soft.
Kevin wakes up slowly, hearing Joe and Nick talking, quietly across the bunks, and he kind of cracks his eyes open slowly before closing them immediately. It takes too much energy to wake up, so he settles for listening to Joe and Nick drowsily.
"I was totally right, Nick. He wasn't feeling good at ALL," and Kevin wants to wake up enough to correct Joe, tell him that it's 'well', but it's not worth the effort, honestly.
"Just because you were right doesn't mean you're not being annoying,"
"Yeah, but what IF he has a tumah?"
"Joe, Kevin does not have a tumor. I promise," says Nick, sound like he's trying not to laugh and actually succeeding.
Joe makes some noise but he settles down, wrapping his arms around Kevin's chest and he's warm and soft. He's also humming absently as he drifts off. Kevin turns over, curling into him and taking an odd pleasure in being the one to get coddled and taken care of.
Kevin wakes up again, easier this time, without feeling like his eyelids have had bricks on them for however long he slept. There's no warm weight behind him of Joe, but he can feel Frankie curled up with him. Usually, after the initial wake-up, Frankie climbs in with one of them, and Kevin always kind of enjoys his turn.
"Hi," says Frankie, looking at him sleepily with a grin.
"Hey, kiddo. What's the story?"
"Joe said that he's going to get you some juice, STAT," Frankie doesn't say it loud but it makes Kevin groan none-the-less, because if Joe's got Frankie saying it, they're all doomed.
"'Kay. You going back to sleep?"
"Maybe. Can I stay in here?"
"Of course, little man," and Kevin hugs him close, smiling happily as Frankie wiggles into him, his head isn't screaming in protest and Kevin's going to count it as a win, even if he can hear Joe thundering back onto the bus, talking about some scene in one of the medical shows.
It's pretty normal, if he stops to think about it.
A bit of Kevin/Nick stuff that's pretty much being blamed straight on that damned World War III video, because nnnngggh, Nick and Kevin. NNNGGGH.
So. Nick/Kevin smut, yes? (so not beta'd, LOL)
Rating: Hard R
In Tulsa, Nick manages to surprise Kevin.
It's not a big surprise that everyone knows about, but it is one that everyone sees. Kevin watches Nick stalk around, and seriously, where did his baby brother learn to stalk from? He jerks off his tie at that line in World War III and Kevin thinks that he's suddenly very glad for his guitar.
It's later in the night, after the show, that Nick surprises Kevin again. They're in the hallway of the hotel, sweaty enough from the show that Kevin's starting to feel that itch of unclean worming under his skin. Nick's eyes are what keeps distracting Kevin from complaining about a shower. Joe goes into his room with a slight wave, his arm holding Frankie, conked out on his shoulder.
When Kevin steps through the door, he revels in the cranked up air conditioning, tilting his head back as the door shuts softly. He can feel Nick's eyes on him, and he should be so disgusted. His brother is eyeing him and all he can think is that his jeans are a lot more crowded at his brother's antics during the night.
"Kev," Nick says, voice low and rough and Kevin cannot believe his sixteen year old brother has that sex voice. It's just wrong.
"Nick,"
And that's all it takes before Kevin's pinned against the door and oh god, Nick is pressed against his back, all firm heat. Solid and it feels so good. It's wrong, but Kevin is past the point of caring as Nick grinds into him, bringing a gasp from both of them.
"Wanted you during the show. Couldn't help myself," Nick whispers, voice low and raspy in Kevin's ear and he wants to complain about Nick pinning his hands against the heavy door, but he can't work his vocal cords currently. Nick's hard and hot against his back, lips dragging across his earlobe and it sends goosebumps down his skin.
"L-let's talk about you, ripping your tie off," Kevin manages, shivering hard at the huff of laughter that Nick lets out, his hips pressing against Kevin and grinding. Nick's teeth catch on the skin of Kevin's earlobe, pulling a low moan from him as one of Nick's hand slides around his front.
They're starting to sweat against each other, and it's so wrong, but Kevin wants skin on skin. Wants to feel his skin stick to Nick's and hear him gasp as they grind together.
But this is good. This is more than good, actually, with Nick rubbing against him, moaning softly into his ear and Kevin likes it.
He'd like it even more if he could turn around to kiss Nick, but it's so hot like this. His hands flutter uselessly, trying to move even though Nick's grip is strong. Kevin moans louder than he means to when Nick lets his hands go and turns him around, kissing Kevin hard as he grinds their erections against one another.
Kevin can't help arching into Nick, kissing back just as brutally as they moan against each other. It's hot and fast and Kevin's never been so turned on in his life.
Nick makes a choked noise, pulling back to breathe harshly as his body shudders against Kevin. Nick lets out a soft moan as he watches Kevin through hooded lids, eyes lazy and warm as Kevin groans thickly, coming with a blanking of his vision.
They stand there together for a moment, panting against each other as Kevin rests his forehead against Nick's. He gets a slow smile for his efforts and it's the best thing Kevin's seen tonight.
Nick doesn't say much as they pull away from each other, both wandering into the bathroom and stripping down before they climb into the shower together. Kevin feels weird about not looking, because clearly that's not off limits to him anymore, but it still feels wrong.
"Stop thinking so hard, Kev," says Nick, turning around in the shower and Kevin can only shrug as Nick laughs softly, leaning up and pressing their lips together. He can't help the surge of warmth in his chest as he wraps slick arms around Nick's frame. They kiss for a moment longer before Nick pulls back and Kevin smiles at him.
"Shower and then bed, dork. C'mon,"
They linger in the shower without meaning to, touching and Kevin can't help taking the time to crowd against Nick's back, water slicking their hair down and his lips touch skin, behind Nick's ear, suckling slowly but not firmly. It would really be a bad idea to leave hickeys even though the thought of marking Nick turns Kevin on more than he would have thought.
Nick moans, low in his throat and pushes back into Kevin and tilting his head back. Kevin can't resist that opportunity, nipping lightly along his neck and his hand reaches down, stroking Nick firmly. It's heady and exciting and Kevin's so hard that it's almost painful, but he's got an armful of Nick rubbing against him and it's amazing.
"Please," Nick whispers, turning his head away from Kevin's lips to wrap his own around Kevin's earlobe. And Nick knows that makes Kevin's knees feel weak and it's this perfect moment of heat and wetness and it's so hot.
Steam curls around both of them as the hot water beats down, Kevin's strokes getting erratic as he feels that curl of heat starting in his calves. Nick chokes out a gasp, sounding not quite embarrassed, but like he does when he thinks he's being quiet in the bathroom.
Idly, Kevin wonders if Nick thinks about things like this when he rubs one out, and well. That thought's so hot that Kevin comes almost immediately. Nick arches, hips jerking into Kevin's hand, coming all over his hand as the water washes it away.
They're quiet for a moment before Nick kisses him lightly, turning the water off as they both dry off quickly, pulling on boxers and a t-shirt (Nick) and an ancient pair of pajama pants and an old tank top (Kevin). They curl up in bed together, comfortable and warm and Nick presses his nose against the line of Kevin's cheek and Kevin figures that even if this is weird and should be wrong, he can't fault this level of contentment.
And some fluff with Joe being a big ol' dorkface. Because that's Joe Jonas to a T. It's also total gen, because...yeah, I dunno why, LOL
Rating: G
Kevin hates medical shows. As in, he tries to valiantly skip over any and all medical shows that seem to crop up on TV. Not because he doesn't think they're grossly inaccurate (which they are) or too dramatized (again, which they are), but because of Joe.
Joe who avidly watches any and all medical show and thinks he knows. When Kevin sneezes three times in a row it's, "Oh, you probably have some sinus blockage. Want some Sudafed?"
It drives Kevin crazy.
It gets worse with real life shows about ERs and the things that come on Discovery Healthy. Those are the worst, because they don't get crackpot diagnoses.
They get this: "Kev! Let's go swimming, STAT!"
Because someone decided to explain that 'stat' meant 'now' in doctor speak, so Joe has replaced the word 'now' with 'stat'. And uses it constantly. Nick just ignores it with an eyeroll, but even then Joe comes up with his own diagnosis that actually sounds credible.
"What is it, Nickel? Are you having a stroke? Are you able to speak? Is there something wrong with your Broca's area?"
"Joe, do you even know what the Broca's area is?"
"Some space in your brain named after this Broca guy?"
"Joe..."
"No, seriously! It's named after some guy named Broca,"
Nick finally gives up, bewildered as Joe keeps chattering at Kevin who looks ready to kill Joe, but seems to have his, 'I will tolerate you for as long as I'm able to' face on.
Two days later and even Nick's starting to get annoyed.
"Woo, soundcheck. STAT!"
Kevin fights to not scream and in doing so he's clenching his teeth. Really, Nick could tell him that it's a bad idea, because Joe's got a whole season of Grey's Anatomy and House to catch up on.
"Ooh, Kev, you're grinding your teeth. It could be Bruxism, you might wanna have it checked out. It could be like some sign that you've got some parasite in your brain and-"
"Joe. If you don't shut up, I'm pantsing you onstage tonight,"
"Oooh, irrational anger too. Maybe you've got a mental issue. Nick, Kevin's got a mental issue, I think!"
Nick, wisely, stays out of it.
"Joe, could you hand me that fork, please?"
"Sure thing. Here,"
Kevin grabs for it, making contact before promptly dropping it and grumbling. Trying a couple more times, he doesn't noticed Joe watching him steadily.
"You okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah, fine," and Kevin doesn't pay anymore attention to it, because Joe's given them a blissful week of hearing no more medical terms. Kevin's kind of rejoicing on the inside, because at least Joe never taught any of it to Frankie.
That would have been unbearable.
"You're dropping stuff a lot,"
"Just clumsy today, I guess,"
"Are your fingers numb?"
"They're...fingers, Joe,"
Joe's giving him that blissfully earnest expression that makes Kevin dread the next words out of Joe's mouth like always.
"Yeah, but if they're numb it could be a sign that there are neurons firing oddly in your brain because of...I dunno, like..your brain's wired oddly or something. Maybe you've eaten something bad and didn't know it and it's presenting symptoms like this. Dropping things constantly, you eat a lot more, and - ohmygosh, dude, are you pregnant?"
Kevin...is going to kill Joe.
"Joe. I don't know if you noticed, but guys can't get pregnant,"
"True. Maybe it's like a fetal twin or something that Mom and Dad never told you about and it's like draining brain stuff and you need to have it removed STAT,"
"Joe. I do not have a fetal twin that I never knew about,"
"But how do you KNOW? I mean, if they never told you, then you've never found out, thus you COULD have a fetal twin that's leeching off brain stuff and -"
Kevin puts a hand over Joe's mouth, feeling sick amusement bubble over everything else. Joe, being a good little brother and all, licks Kevin's hand. Kevin's not phased, after all, he's dealt with this more than once.
"Joe. Stop watching medical shows. Please,"
Kevin goes back to spearing bits of the salad in front of him, eating in peaceful silence. Joe seems awfully quiet though and Kevin's kind of just waiting.
"Are you SURE you don't have a fetal twin attached to you somewhere?"
"JOE. I. Am. Sure."
"But are you SURE you're sure?"
Kevin lets out a little scream of rage before stalking off the bus.
It's later that night that Kevin catches Joe watching him, something in his eyes making Kevin want to groan. It's that look Joe gets when he watches those medical dramas, all contemplating and wondering. It's actually a good look for him, however, it doesn't bode well for Kevin.
"Kev?"
"No, Joe, I do not have a fetal twin Mom and Dad never told me about. Promise,"
"No. Not that. Just...you sure you're feeling okay? You're starting to get that icky look right before you get sick,"
"'m fine, Joe," says Kevin, getting ready for the show, shaking his head amusedly.
The show goes off without a hitch, but Kevin's starting to get that tight feeling in his neck that says he's getting ready to be down for the count until the next show. He feels a little more wrung out than normal, but he doesn't say anything. A migraine is a migraine, not much anyone can do about it.
They get on the bus, hair still wet from a quick shower and Kevin tugs his pajamas on and promptly curls up in his bunk. His stomach rumbles disconsolately but he ignores it, pulling a blanket up over himself as he curls up. It's a sickening feeling to pop back some headache medicine and just wait to see if it kicks in.
The longer he curls up though, the hungrier he gets. Thankfully though, the others seem to have picked up on the fact that he's not feeling so great and they stay quiet. It's comfortable except for the fact that he can hear Joe's footsteps. He doesn't roll his eyes by the sheer virtue of it hurts too much.
"Kev?" asks Joe, voice pitched low and careful in the darkness.
"What?" Kevin croaks out, pulling the blanket up over his face just in case Joe opens the curtain.
"Here," and Joe hands him a bottle of water, cool but not cold and a package of peanut butter crackers. Sometimes, when he's not being a total idiot, Joe is the sweetest person alive.
"Thanks," Kevin says surprised as he slowly pulls the blanket down, relieved to see it's still utterly dark in there. He goes to open the crackers only to find that Joe's done that for him and he's absolutely adoring of his brother right now. Kevin eats slowly, like if he chews normally, his head will explode. It actually feels like that though, to be honest.
"Hey, Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a tumah?"
"Joe. If I could move right now, I'd kill you. Go away,"
Instead of responding, Joe squirms into the bunk with him, a warm weight that jostles him. Kevin hisses in pain a few times, grimacing as his head strikes up an even louder ache that rests in his neck and he is going to kill his brother so hard.
Just as soon as he can move.
His headache is a slow burn behind his eyes but he's warm and comfortable. His head's pillowed on Joe's chest, and he's doing that thing with his fingers. Combing through Kevin's hair so carefully, gentle without being ghostly.
His nails gently scrape his scalp and Kevin makes a sleepy noise as Joe rubs his arm in comfort.
"Go ahead and get some rest. I'm cool with staying here," says Joe, pressing a fond kiss to Kevin's forehead, warm and light as Kevin snuggles down. Just because he's annoyed with the medical terms doesn't mean Kevin's going to turn down a snuggle.
"Thanks,"
"It's cool. I'm totally going to nurse you through your tumah pains,"
"Joe. I don't have a tumah,"
"Okay,"
And he can hear the grin in Joe's voice as he drifts off, listening to Joe's careful breathing, rhythmic and soft.
Kevin wakes up slowly, hearing Joe and Nick talking, quietly across the bunks, and he kind of cracks his eyes open slowly before closing them immediately. It takes too much energy to wake up, so he settles for listening to Joe and Nick drowsily.
"I was totally right, Nick. He wasn't feeling good at ALL," and Kevin wants to wake up enough to correct Joe, tell him that it's 'well', but it's not worth the effort, honestly.
"Just because you were right doesn't mean you're not being annoying,"
"Yeah, but what IF he has a tumah?"
"Joe, Kevin does not have a tumor. I promise," says Nick, sound like he's trying not to laugh and actually succeeding.
Joe makes some noise but he settles down, wrapping his arms around Kevin's chest and he's warm and soft. He's also humming absently as he drifts off. Kevin turns over, curling into him and taking an odd pleasure in being the one to get coddled and taken care of.
Kevin wakes up again, easier this time, without feeling like his eyelids have had bricks on them for however long he slept. There's no warm weight behind him of Joe, but he can feel Frankie curled up with him. Usually, after the initial wake-up, Frankie climbs in with one of them, and Kevin always kind of enjoys his turn.
"Hi," says Frankie, looking at him sleepily with a grin.
"Hey, kiddo. What's the story?"
"Joe said that he's going to get you some juice, STAT," Frankie doesn't say it loud but it makes Kevin groan none-the-less, because if Joe's got Frankie saying it, they're all doomed.
"'Kay. You going back to sleep?"
"Maybe. Can I stay in here?"
"Of course, little man," and Kevin hugs him close, smiling happily as Frankie wiggles into him, his head isn't screaming in protest and Kevin's going to count it as a win, even if he can hear Joe thundering back onto the bus, talking about some scene in one of the medical shows.
It's pretty normal, if he stops to think about it.
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Date: 22 Jul 2009 04:39 (UTC)and awww joseph you are ridiculous
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Date: 22 Jul 2009 04:45 (UTC)no subject
Date: 27 Jul 2009 03:48 (UTC)Very much like (though I'm not a Jonas Bros fan at ALL. Just to make that perfectly clear.)
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Date: 27 Jul 2009 04:03 (UTC)Thanks though! It's gen and I love it. *squeezes fic* (Plus, Joe Jonas IS actually the sort of guy who would run around saying STAT constantly.)