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Fic: Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship)/Joe Jonas (Jonas Brothers): Nice Guys Finish Last (NC-17)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE!
To celebrate....I wrote porn. \o/
Title: Nice Guys Finish Last
Pairing: Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship)/Joe Jonas (Jonas Brothers)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3840
Author's Notes: Not true, wish it HAD happened, and happy birthday, Joseph! Also, the title (and cut text) belongs to Cobra Starship. (To those who might not know: William/Bill that's mentioned is the lead singer from a band called The Academy Is...)
Summary: "Blow me, Jonas,"
Joe laughs, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he opens a bottle of water.
"That wasn't a no," says Gabe, flirting as Joe laughs a little more, taking a swallow before he speaks.
"Never said I would say no,"
Joe isn't really sure how he manages to meet Gabe, only that it was along the lines of someone shoving them together with a vague shouting of their names. Some tall guy with a really impressive afro was laughing at them, and Joe thinks that maybe that was a clue.
"I'm Gabe Saporta,"
"Hi. I'm Joe Jonas,"
The guy, Gabe, grins with a hint of a leer, winking and grinning more when Joe arches an eyebrow.
"Yeah, kid, I know,"
And it all starts from there. From a quick introduction to Gabe somehow managing to get Joe's cellphone number and then it's texts. Lots of random ones. Joe's not sure of what to make of it, only that Gabe is really funny and kind of hot.
He's also kind of crazy, but Joe can handle that.
He sends Joe all sorts of pictures from the road, of random people sleeping that Joe thinks he should probably know. Joe sends back pictures of Kevin and Nick being goofs together, of Frankie making faces at him and he feels stupid.
Gabe sends pictures of him curled up with two guys, one impossibly skinny and the other with the impressive afro and all it says is: my two besties. who're yours?
And Joe thinks about it, because he'd normally say that Kevin and Nick are his best friends, and in some ways they are. But Kevin and Nick are his brothers and for some reason that makes a difference, but he has a feeling it doesn't matter. So he waits until they cross paths with Demi and gets a picture of her with Nick and Kevin, sending it on to Gabe with a smiley.
There's a moment where Joe feels so sick of touring that he texts Gabe first, just a simple picture of his hand curled loosely around a pen with the words Even my hands are tired of touring.
He hates watching the road go by, hates the way that he so desperately wants his own space to fling himself into. Joe thinks about Gabe and the endless fun he always seems to be having in interviews. Not that Joe's really watching them constantly. Cobra Starship just seems to pop up constantly around him even when he's not looking.
The phone beeps, shuddering in his hand as he clicks open the new message, curling up on the couch and reading over the words.
Tour exhaustion's the worst, my man. You guys should do something random in soundcheck..that's always fun. - G
And Joe thinks about it. He thinks about it and can't help but grin, because yeah, that'd be fun. It'd be interesting to see people's reactions, and whether or not Joe likes it, he really wants to see Gabe's reaction.
Joe wonders if he's putting too much stock into Gabe's reactions, but he brushes it off as he starts making plans.
If you're mustard and he's ketchup, what's Nick J? - G
And Joe's laughing like an idiot when he gets that, because he can't help it. Kevin was all for dressing up, but Nick thinks it's kind of stupid. Joe doesn't really care, because at least it breaks up the tour monotony in some way.
Relish, of course. ;-)
Sweet or ~spicy?
Depends on how dumb he thinks we're being.
Joe laughs as he changes clothes, slipping into his pajamas before crawling up front to stretch out in the lounge. The hum of the bus is lulling but his phone jolts him out of a half doze as he answers it.
"Hello?"
"Joseph, my besties are gone. Entertain me,"
"Don't you have a band for that?"
"They might be annoyed with me. Might,"
"And...why are they annoyed?"
Joe can hear Gabe's grin and can see the manic laughter hiding in his eyes and Joe can't stop his own grin. It's like it's infectious, more so when he's talking to Gabe. It occurs to him that this is almost the first time they've talked on the phone, usually relying on text messages to talk.
"I have no idea?"
"Liar,"
"Blow me, Jonas,"
Joe laughs, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he opens a bottle of water.
"That wasn't a no," says Gabe, flirting as Joe laughs a little more, taking a swallow before he speaks.
"Never said I would say no,"
"...Jonas, are you implying that you would blow me?"
"...I...guess? I mean, only if I was reassured that there would be some reciprocation,"
There's a noise from the other end of the phone that takes Joe a moment to parse out before he breaks into a wide grin. Joe's not so great at this flirting thing, he never has been (unless it's been like, Demi. And that just doesn't count), but hearing Gabe have an actual reaction is more awesome than he would have thought.
Joe's not stupid, he figured out a while ago that he was quite capable of liking both boys and girls. However, he's never quite gotten around to telling anyone other than Kevin, Nick, and Demi, so it's not like he's had much practice in flirting with guys. (For some reason, he's always thought it was different, but apparently not.)
"Joe. I can swear to you on Suarez' bass that there would be so much reciprocation,"
Grinning, Joe settles down on the couch, feeling particularly smug at the leer in Gabe's voice.
"Oh, yeah?"
"...Jonas, are you trying to start phone sex?"
Joe cracks up, hearing Gabe snort and laugh with him before they both quiet down. Joe feels his heartbeat increase, swallowing a little nervously as Gabe's breathing echoes down the line.
"Holy shit, you are,"
"I ...I think I am,"
Gabe is quiet for a long moment, so long that Joe almost hangs up and tries to call back, but then Gabe speaks again, voice hoarse and Joe's not sure why but it makes him shiver.
"You...um. Look. Are you just being a tease and don't really want anything to happen, or have we been flirting back and forth for the past month for something?"
Gabe rarely gets all serious, Joe knows, so he hears the tone of finality in Gabe's voice, the way that he's either bracing himself or trying not to hope. Looking around, Joe bites his lip, making sure no one is around in the lounge or anywhere close to it. He really would like to not have his family overhear this.
"Not being a tease. I don't know what this is, but I'm...pretty sure I want it,"
"Okay. I can work with that, Jonas," says Gabe, grinning down the line and Joe would normally be pissed that someone keeps calling him by his last name. Except that it's Gabe and he knows from experience that it could be so much worse.
"What am I, your science project?"
"I like to call it 'human relations',"
Joe's laughing again, burying his head into his arms, shaking with it and hoping that he doesn't wake anybody up.
"Human relations. Nice,"
"Yep. Wanna study?" Gabe says, laughing when Joe snorts, choking with laughter that he's desperately trying to squash. It's not working, but it makes Joe feel good to have something to try and not laugh loudly at.
"Sure. But see, I'm like...failing and need lots of...um..remediation?" Joe says, flailing a little as Gabe laughs into the phone, voice low and deep.
"Sounds good. We're both gonna be in Chi-town at the same time next week, you know,"
"We are?"
"Yep. Let's get lunch or something. Think that'd be okay with your people?"
"Disney won't ca-"
"I meant your family, dork," and Gabe's laughing at him now, but it's friendly. It's the kind of laughter he gets from Demi when he does something stupid. The kind of laughter that he manages to pry out of Nick and Kevin when he's being stupid.
"Days are ours until sound check. Then the rest of the time is family time. 'Cause by the time we get offstage Frankie's in bed, so we spend time with him before,"
Gabe makes a sound, and Joe can hear the clicking of keys in the background. It's a nice sound, it's...it's like being younger and curling up with his Dad while he works. Joe can't stop the yawn, but he does direct it away from the receiver as Gabe echoes it.
"Your little brother's probably the coolest one of you guys, you know that right?"
"We've resigned ourselves to being shown up by an eight year old, yeah,"
Gabe laughs before yawning again, grumbling a little as he sighs, "Okay, Jonas. I'm gonna crawl into my cave and sleep. You go do the same and call me tomorrow or something. Fuck it, tweet me,"
"Sounds good. Night, Gabe,"
"Night, Joe,"
Joe's not sure what time he gets woken up by the phone ringing. Honestly, he just knows it's early, he's sleepy, and he wants that phone to shut up.
He fumbles around blearily and grabs it, answering it with a hoarse greeting.
"Joe Jonas?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Hi. William Beckett, here. I understand you've entered into sexual congress with my darling Gabe. We have to get some things straight here, Jonas, well, not too straight, because I have a feeling that would end your sexual congress and-"
"Sorry. Who is this again?"
Joe's not at his best early in the morning. Or whatever time it is.
"William. Beckett. Billvy. Bill. Bills? Whatever Gabe's deciding to call me these days,"
"Ohh. Okay. Um. Hi,"
"Yes. Hello, we've gone over that. Anyways, I understand you've entered into sexual congress with the lovely Gabriel. I want it understood that if you hurt Gabriel, you will rue that day, Jonas. I will make sure of it. And if you're not suitably threatened by that, I'll set Travie on you. Deal?"
"Um. Okay,"
"Excellent! Take care, Joseph,"
Now you're just trying to tempt me. - G
Maybe. Maybe not. You'll never know. ;-)
Oh, I'll know. And you'll like it. ;-)
Joe's laughing to himself and trying desperately not to alert his parents (or his brothers) to the message on his phone, because honestly, they don't really need to know that he's flirting with Gabe. But he has to admit, his costume for soundcheck was kind of perfect, while not being totally obvious. He hopes.
Besides, he's still looking out for a snake costume.
I bet. When are we doing lunch?
Thought we could meet up around 11, show you around, eat, and hang out. Cool?
Awesome. It's a date?
If I'm gonna defile you, I'll at least wine and dine you.
You gentleman.
He carries his phone with him everywhere in the coming week, checking it and laughing and Joe's pretty sure that Kevin's getting kind of suspicious. He's always had a certain radar for when Joe's doing something he probably should have better sense to not do. Then again, Kevin's usually covering for him, so Joe doesn't mind.
By the time they pull into Chicago, Joe's surprised he was able to sleep, if he's perfectly honest. Gabe's been texting him almost non-stop (and the one message in Spanish he had to look up had his cheeks burning) about what all he's gonna show Joe.
Joe goes through about twelve different outfits, discarding them all and frowning at his clothes.
"Kevin. Would the fashion police kill me if I wore my yellow pants and-"
"I don't care what that statement ends in, but those yellow pants were ugly the first time you wore them. I promise,"
"Hey! I liked them! Maybe I'll just wear my white pants," Joe says, digging through his suitcase before dragging them out as he digs through shirts. It's not Joe's fault that he has no idea what to wear, really. He just has a lot of awesome clothes that he wants to wear.
Kevin shakes his head, snorting a little as he walks off, leaving Joe to roll his eyes and dig out his favorite Lionel Ritchie shirt.
Joe figures you can't go wrong with a classic.
Joe's usually a pretty observant guy. He could tell you what people were wearing the first time he met them (for example, the first time he met Gabe, Gabe was wearing a totally sweet purple hoodie, a trucker hat, and some awesome black jeans), but he really couldn't begin to tell anyone (let alone himself) how he ended up back in Gabe's hotel room. Not to mention, kissing Gabe furiously on the bed.
He's laying on top of Gabe, kissing him hard and feeling Gabe's teeth scrape against his lips and Joe can't stop the moans and little noises he knows he's making.
Gabe's hard against him, arching and grinding their hips together, his hand on Joe's hips to guide him. The first time their dicks had made contact through heavy denim, Joe had been pretty sure he was going to actually knock Gabe out. Gabe's lips (and Joe was right, that stubble was amazing. He hadn't thought it would be, but the scrape of it against already tender lips makes him shudder.) trace over his chin and jawline, stopping to suck at his neck.
"Wanted...been wanting to fucking..chew on those damned freckles. Seriously, you have no idea how fucking hot you are,"
Joe groans, driving their hips together as he tilts his head back, feeling the slightest graze of teeth over each spot that Gabe pays attention to.
"Please," he whimpers, gasping and shivering as Gabe trails his tongue along the line of Joe's neck, pulling Joe's earlobe into his mouth. Joe's mouth falls open as he shifts, shoving his hands under Gabe's shirt, fingers eagerly mapping out smooth skin that he knows for a fact is tan and smooth. He's looked at the pictures.
"Please what?" purrs Gabe into his ear, nipping as Joe pulls back, sitting up and he actually has a hard time believing that he's actually straddling Gabe. Like, it's kind of obscene the way that Gabe's eyes are dark and his cheeks are flushed and lips are swollen. Joe looks him over, taking in the hard nipples and down to the stripe of skin that's exposed. There's the slightest edge of Gabe's hip showing as Joe slides down, looking up at Gabe.
"Fuck. Joe. Jesus christ," he says, as Joe licks his lips and grins a little. Pressing his lips to the exposed skin, Joe drags his tongue across it, tasting sweat and salt and he moans, nipping at Gabe's hip. He pushes Gabe's shirt up and kisses along his stomach, sucking at spots and it's amazing.
"Been...looking you up. Seeing all those pictures the fans post talking about how hot you are. Your abs and your hips. Been wanting to get my mouth all over you," Joe says, looking up at Gabe as he nips a patch of skin close to Gabe's belly button, watching his stomach suck in and hearing the deep groan.
"How the fuck you're so dirty when you don't even fucking cuss, I don't know. But...fuck. Do whatever the hell you want, Jonas,"
"I planned on it," he says, grinning as Gabe laughs, low and dirty in the quiet calm of the room. Joe watches Gabe pull his shirt off, staring at the expanse of skin on display as Gabe leans over and kisses him thoroughly. His hands wander and Joe's arching off the bed with a strangled sound as Gabe cups him through his jeans.
"You put your mouth where the hell you want, I get the same deal. Sound good?"
"I...shit. Oh god, fantastic,"
"Holy shit," says Gabe, grinning down at him as his fingers comb through Joe's hair, his hand rubbing and massaging Joe's cock through his pants. Joe groans and leans into it, gasping harshly.
"Can't wait to hear what else you say when I'm going down on you," Gabe murmurs, nipping Joe's bottom lip firmly before laying back and watching him. Gabe looks utterly indecent, laid out and watching him with dark eyes and a slow smile. Joe slides his hands along Gabe's thighs, feeling the muscles flex through denim as he leans down, shifting down to press his lips and tongue along the smooth line of Gabe's stomach.
Nipping lightly, teasingly, he follows the line of Gabe's jeans, spending time on each hipbone that juts out as Gabe groans. He kisses up, taking his time to taste and tease as he fits their bodies together slowly. Joe wraps his lips around one of Gabe's nipples, sucking hard and grazing his teeth as Gabe lets out a strangled noise, arching up and gasping loudly.
"Fuck! Do that again, please for the love of god, do it again,"
Joe ignores him, sliding his lips over and giving the other nipple the same treatment. Joe can hear Gabe's heartbeat and his own thrumming as he lightly bites down. Gabe groans deep before Joe feels his hands slide along Joe's bare back.
"Little...little harder, fuck. Not gonna break,"
He follows him for a moment, nipping harder and the noise he gets out of Gabe makes him echo it, shifting back down and resting his hands on Gabe's stomach. His hands are still roaming over Joe's back, dipping down to the waistband of his pants as they kiss slowly, curling their tongues around each other and moaning.
Joe pulls back, breathing hard as his hand unbuttons and unzips Gabe's jeans carefully, hearing Gabe groan, feeling his hips arch up. Joe shifts off of him and tugs them off, taking a long moment to simply admire Gabe.
"You cool?" asks Gabe, breathless but sounding more calm than Joe would have thought. Joe leans down and kisses Gabe lightly, wrapping his hand around Gabe's cock, getting a deep moan.
"Think so. Never really done this before," he says finally, fighting with himself to not look at Gabe's face, watching his hand. His throat feels tight and he's so turned on that he could probably pass out right now and not even care.
"Not too difficult. Nngh, yeah, fuck. You're...doing a good job," Gabe says breathlessly, laughing as he reaches down and gropes Joe, bringing a groan from him.
"Shit. Gabe," Joe says, moaning as Gabe unbuttons his pants, groaning as Joe's hand tightens.
"Stop...stop for a second, get naked with me. Fuck. I'm gonna show you some tricks," Gabe says, leering as Joe laughs, feeling like it's a strangled, nervous sound. Joe wiggles out of his pants, groaning a little in relief as Gabe pulls him back down on the bed, grinning at him.
"Mind the teeth and you're golden. I promise," Gabe says kissing him until Joe feels utterly boneless as pulls back, grinning a little. Joe settles between Gabe's legs and takes a moment, a moment in which Gabe doesn't rush him, which Joe appreciates.
He leans and slowly drags his tongue across the head, hearing the chest-deep groan that Gabe lets out, feeling his hand resting lightly on the back of his head. Joe doesn't mind, especially not with his fingers start combing through his hair, encouraging sounds spilling from Gabe's lips.
Joe slides his tongue across the head, stroking him firmly and when he sucks lightly, the sound that gets out of Gabe is worth the resultant thrust that Gabe immediately apologizes for. Joe braces his hands on Gabe's hips, nails dragging along the skin every so often surprising curses out of Gabe.
Rhythm is the key, Joe thinks, bobbing his head as Gabe's hands tighten in his hair. Joe barely registers the other sounds that aren't Gabe's voice, heady moans and curses as his hands flatten out and cup the back of his head. They don't try to change his pace, and Joe looks up at Gabe.
His dark brown eyes are focused completely on Joe, lips parted just enough to let a constant stream of words flow. Joe sucks firmly on the head, swirling his tongue as Gabe groans thickly, voice shaking as he talks to Joe.
"So fucking good. So..oh god, fucking good, Joe, fuck, yes. Please, god, so close, please. Oh god,"
When Gabe lapses into Spanish, eyes closed, Joe pulls up, breathing hard as his hand strokes Gabe quickly, watching him come with half-lidded eyes and a moan on his lips.
It is, hands down, the hottest thing Joe has ever seen in his entire life.
Gabe's eyes pry open as he watches Joe and Joe really can't resist. He leans down, swiping his tongue over the skin of Gabe's belly, hearing him groan shakily before Gabe hauls him up. He kisses Joe so hard it feels like his jaw is breaking, but Joe can't bring himself to be too concerned as he groans, feeling it in his bones.
He pushes his hips against Gabe when Gabe pulls back, his eyes are hazy but liquid.
"Fuck. Lay back, okay?" Gabe says, grinning as Joe lets out a shaky laugh, wiggling down. Gabe's hands wander along his chest, tweaking his nipples and getting a low moan out of Joe.
"Your mouth felt so fucking good. You have no idea how long I've been thinking about your mouth around my cock. Fuck, Joe. How long you been thinking about it?"
"I...I don't know,"
"Gotta gimme an answer or else I can't help you," Gabe says, voice deep and right in his ear, and Joe can't stop the violent shudder at the sensation. He's throbbing and almost in pain, but he can't bring himself to beg Gabe to put him out of his misery just yet.
"Since...since we started texting. Looked up and...wanted my mouth on you,"
Gabe makes a pleased noise, grinning slowly as he kisses down, quick presses of his lips that are just sparks of sensation. But when Gabe settles between his legs, Joe watches him intently, feeling like he's probably going to embarrass himself.
"Tell me what you want, Joe,"
"Um. Want...want your mouth on me, Gabe. Please,"
Gabe nips his thigh, soothing the skin with his tongue as Joe makes a desperate noise, choking out a breathless laugh.
"Oh god, you're such a bastard. Want you to suck me off, please, Gabe. Please,"
Gabe's eyes go wide as he grins, delighted and he rewards Joe with a quick flicker of his tongue, fitting his lips around the head of Joe's cock. He sucks shallowly as Joe groans in frustration.
"Harder. Just...firm. Do...I want you to suck me off like I sucked you off," he finally says, and he knows he's probably blushing a bit, but it's not like Gabe's gonna care. And honestly, Joe doesn't really even care himself.
Gabe grins, sucking him down slowly, bobbing his head in a rhythm that makes Joe's skin want to crawl off his body just for relief as Joe makes a frustrated sound, gasping.
"Please. More, please, Gabe. Oh god, please," and Joe's reduced to actual begging as Gabe moans around him and that's.
Well, that's pretty amazing, he thinks.
Joe's hands are tangling in the sheets and there's a moment where his vision completely whites out as Gabe swallows him down, nose touching his pubes and Joe's coming. He's shuddering and making choked noises as his entire body shakes and relaxes. His eyes close and he's left making broken noises, as his body slowly stops and he vaguely registers Gabe sliding up beside of him.
"C'mon, dude. You got a while before you gotta get back. You can chill here with me and nap or whatever," says Gabe, stretching out, warm and slightly damp from sweat beside of him. Joe pries his eyes open long enough to nod and he's closing his eyes again, hearing Gabe's breathing even out a few moments before his own does.
Joe wakes with an arm curved around his waist and Gabe's sleepy smile as he returns it. He leans up and presses their lips together, thinking that this isn't a bad way to spend the day.
To celebrate....I wrote porn. \o/
Title: Nice Guys Finish Last
Pairing: Gabe Saporta (Cobra Starship)/Joe Jonas (Jonas Brothers)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3840
Author's Notes: Not true, wish it HAD happened, and happy birthday, Joseph! Also, the title (and cut text) belongs to Cobra Starship. (To those who might not know: William/Bill that's mentioned is the lead singer from a band called The Academy Is...)
Summary: "Blow me, Jonas,"
Joe laughs, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he opens a bottle of water.
"That wasn't a no," says Gabe, flirting as Joe laughs a little more, taking a swallow before he speaks.
"Never said I would say no,"
Joe isn't really sure how he manages to meet Gabe, only that it was along the lines of someone shoving them together with a vague shouting of their names. Some tall guy with a really impressive afro was laughing at them, and Joe thinks that maybe that was a clue.
"I'm Gabe Saporta,"
"Hi. I'm Joe Jonas,"
The guy, Gabe, grins with a hint of a leer, winking and grinning more when Joe arches an eyebrow.
"Yeah, kid, I know,"
And it all starts from there. From a quick introduction to Gabe somehow managing to get Joe's cellphone number and then it's texts. Lots of random ones. Joe's not sure of what to make of it, only that Gabe is really funny and kind of hot.
He's also kind of crazy, but Joe can handle that.
He sends Joe all sorts of pictures from the road, of random people sleeping that Joe thinks he should probably know. Joe sends back pictures of Kevin and Nick being goofs together, of Frankie making faces at him and he feels stupid.
Gabe sends pictures of him curled up with two guys, one impossibly skinny and the other with the impressive afro and all it says is: my two besties. who're yours?
And Joe thinks about it, because he'd normally say that Kevin and Nick are his best friends, and in some ways they are. But Kevin and Nick are his brothers and for some reason that makes a difference, but he has a feeling it doesn't matter. So he waits until they cross paths with Demi and gets a picture of her with Nick and Kevin, sending it on to Gabe with a smiley.
There's a moment where Joe feels so sick of touring that he texts Gabe first, just a simple picture of his hand curled loosely around a pen with the words Even my hands are tired of touring.
He hates watching the road go by, hates the way that he so desperately wants his own space to fling himself into. Joe thinks about Gabe and the endless fun he always seems to be having in interviews. Not that Joe's really watching them constantly. Cobra Starship just seems to pop up constantly around him even when he's not looking.
The phone beeps, shuddering in his hand as he clicks open the new message, curling up on the couch and reading over the words.
Tour exhaustion's the worst, my man. You guys should do something random in soundcheck..that's always fun. - G
And Joe thinks about it. He thinks about it and can't help but grin, because yeah, that'd be fun. It'd be interesting to see people's reactions, and whether or not Joe likes it, he really wants to see Gabe's reaction.
Joe wonders if he's putting too much stock into Gabe's reactions, but he brushes it off as he starts making plans.
If you're mustard and he's ketchup, what's Nick J? - G
And Joe's laughing like an idiot when he gets that, because he can't help it. Kevin was all for dressing up, but Nick thinks it's kind of stupid. Joe doesn't really care, because at least it breaks up the tour monotony in some way.
Relish, of course. ;-)
Sweet or ~spicy?
Depends on how dumb he thinks we're being.
Joe laughs as he changes clothes, slipping into his pajamas before crawling up front to stretch out in the lounge. The hum of the bus is lulling but his phone jolts him out of a half doze as he answers it.
"Hello?"
"Joseph, my besties are gone. Entertain me,"
"Don't you have a band for that?"
"They might be annoyed with me. Might,"
"And...why are they annoyed?"
Joe can hear Gabe's grin and can see the manic laughter hiding in his eyes and Joe can't stop his own grin. It's like it's infectious, more so when he's talking to Gabe. It occurs to him that this is almost the first time they've talked on the phone, usually relying on text messages to talk.
"I have no idea?"
"Liar,"
"Blow me, Jonas,"
Joe laughs, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder as he opens a bottle of water.
"That wasn't a no," says Gabe, flirting as Joe laughs a little more, taking a swallow before he speaks.
"Never said I would say no,"
"...Jonas, are you implying that you would blow me?"
"...I...guess? I mean, only if I was reassured that there would be some reciprocation,"
There's a noise from the other end of the phone that takes Joe a moment to parse out before he breaks into a wide grin. Joe's not so great at this flirting thing, he never has been (unless it's been like, Demi. And that just doesn't count), but hearing Gabe have an actual reaction is more awesome than he would have thought.
Joe's not stupid, he figured out a while ago that he was quite capable of liking both boys and girls. However, he's never quite gotten around to telling anyone other than Kevin, Nick, and Demi, so it's not like he's had much practice in flirting with guys. (For some reason, he's always thought it was different, but apparently not.)
"Joe. I can swear to you on Suarez' bass that there would be so much reciprocation,"
Grinning, Joe settles down on the couch, feeling particularly smug at the leer in Gabe's voice.
"Oh, yeah?"
"...Jonas, are you trying to start phone sex?"
Joe cracks up, hearing Gabe snort and laugh with him before they both quiet down. Joe feels his heartbeat increase, swallowing a little nervously as Gabe's breathing echoes down the line.
"Holy shit, you are,"
"I ...I think I am,"
Gabe is quiet for a long moment, so long that Joe almost hangs up and tries to call back, but then Gabe speaks again, voice hoarse and Joe's not sure why but it makes him shiver.
"You...um. Look. Are you just being a tease and don't really want anything to happen, or have we been flirting back and forth for the past month for something?"
Gabe rarely gets all serious, Joe knows, so he hears the tone of finality in Gabe's voice, the way that he's either bracing himself or trying not to hope. Looking around, Joe bites his lip, making sure no one is around in the lounge or anywhere close to it. He really would like to not have his family overhear this.
"Not being a tease. I don't know what this is, but I'm...pretty sure I want it,"
"Okay. I can work with that, Jonas," says Gabe, grinning down the line and Joe would normally be pissed that someone keeps calling him by his last name. Except that it's Gabe and he knows from experience that it could be so much worse.
"What am I, your science project?"
"I like to call it 'human relations',"
Joe's laughing again, burying his head into his arms, shaking with it and hoping that he doesn't wake anybody up.
"Human relations. Nice,"
"Yep. Wanna study?" Gabe says, laughing when Joe snorts, choking with laughter that he's desperately trying to squash. It's not working, but it makes Joe feel good to have something to try and not laugh loudly at.
"Sure. But see, I'm like...failing and need lots of...um..remediation?" Joe says, flailing a little as Gabe laughs into the phone, voice low and deep.
"Sounds good. We're both gonna be in Chi-town at the same time next week, you know,"
"We are?"
"Yep. Let's get lunch or something. Think that'd be okay with your people?"
"Disney won't ca-"
"I meant your family, dork," and Gabe's laughing at him now, but it's friendly. It's the kind of laughter he gets from Demi when he does something stupid. The kind of laughter that he manages to pry out of Nick and Kevin when he's being stupid.
"Days are ours until sound check. Then the rest of the time is family time. 'Cause by the time we get offstage Frankie's in bed, so we spend time with him before,"
Gabe makes a sound, and Joe can hear the clicking of keys in the background. It's a nice sound, it's...it's like being younger and curling up with his Dad while he works. Joe can't stop the yawn, but he does direct it away from the receiver as Gabe echoes it.
"Your little brother's probably the coolest one of you guys, you know that right?"
"We've resigned ourselves to being shown up by an eight year old, yeah,"
Gabe laughs before yawning again, grumbling a little as he sighs, "Okay, Jonas. I'm gonna crawl into my cave and sleep. You go do the same and call me tomorrow or something. Fuck it, tweet me,"
"Sounds good. Night, Gabe,"
"Night, Joe,"
Joe's not sure what time he gets woken up by the phone ringing. Honestly, he just knows it's early, he's sleepy, and he wants that phone to shut up.
He fumbles around blearily and grabs it, answering it with a hoarse greeting.
"Joe Jonas?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Hi. William Beckett, here. I understand you've entered into sexual congress with my darling Gabe. We have to get some things straight here, Jonas, well, not too straight, because I have a feeling that would end your sexual congress and-"
"Sorry. Who is this again?"
Joe's not at his best early in the morning. Or whatever time it is.
"William. Beckett. Billvy. Bill. Bills? Whatever Gabe's deciding to call me these days,"
"Ohh. Okay. Um. Hi,"
"Yes. Hello, we've gone over that. Anyways, I understand you've entered into sexual congress with the lovely Gabriel. I want it understood that if you hurt Gabriel, you will rue that day, Jonas. I will make sure of it. And if you're not suitably threatened by that, I'll set Travie on you. Deal?"
"Um. Okay,"
"Excellent! Take care, Joseph,"
Now you're just trying to tempt me. - G
Maybe. Maybe not. You'll never know. ;-)
Oh, I'll know. And you'll like it. ;-)
Joe's laughing to himself and trying desperately not to alert his parents (or his brothers) to the message on his phone, because honestly, they don't really need to know that he's flirting with Gabe. But he has to admit, his costume for soundcheck was kind of perfect, while not being totally obvious. He hopes.
Besides, he's still looking out for a snake costume.
I bet. When are we doing lunch?
Thought we could meet up around 11, show you around, eat, and hang out. Cool?
Awesome. It's a date?
If I'm gonna defile you, I'll at least wine and dine you.
You gentleman.
He carries his phone with him everywhere in the coming week, checking it and laughing and Joe's pretty sure that Kevin's getting kind of suspicious. He's always had a certain radar for when Joe's doing something he probably should have better sense to not do. Then again, Kevin's usually covering for him, so Joe doesn't mind.
By the time they pull into Chicago, Joe's surprised he was able to sleep, if he's perfectly honest. Gabe's been texting him almost non-stop (and the one message in Spanish he had to look up had his cheeks burning) about what all he's gonna show Joe.
Joe goes through about twelve different outfits, discarding them all and frowning at his clothes.
"Kevin. Would the fashion police kill me if I wore my yellow pants and-"
"I don't care what that statement ends in, but those yellow pants were ugly the first time you wore them. I promise,"
"Hey! I liked them! Maybe I'll just wear my white pants," Joe says, digging through his suitcase before dragging them out as he digs through shirts. It's not Joe's fault that he has no idea what to wear, really. He just has a lot of awesome clothes that he wants to wear.
Kevin shakes his head, snorting a little as he walks off, leaving Joe to roll his eyes and dig out his favorite Lionel Ritchie shirt.
Joe figures you can't go wrong with a classic.
Joe's usually a pretty observant guy. He could tell you what people were wearing the first time he met them (for example, the first time he met Gabe, Gabe was wearing a totally sweet purple hoodie, a trucker hat, and some awesome black jeans), but he really couldn't begin to tell anyone (let alone himself) how he ended up back in Gabe's hotel room. Not to mention, kissing Gabe furiously on the bed.
He's laying on top of Gabe, kissing him hard and feeling Gabe's teeth scrape against his lips and Joe can't stop the moans and little noises he knows he's making.
Gabe's hard against him, arching and grinding their hips together, his hand on Joe's hips to guide him. The first time their dicks had made contact through heavy denim, Joe had been pretty sure he was going to actually knock Gabe out. Gabe's lips (and Joe was right, that stubble was amazing. He hadn't thought it would be, but the scrape of it against already tender lips makes him shudder.) trace over his chin and jawline, stopping to suck at his neck.
"Wanted...been wanting to fucking..chew on those damned freckles. Seriously, you have no idea how fucking hot you are,"
Joe groans, driving their hips together as he tilts his head back, feeling the slightest graze of teeth over each spot that Gabe pays attention to.
"Please," he whimpers, gasping and shivering as Gabe trails his tongue along the line of Joe's neck, pulling Joe's earlobe into his mouth. Joe's mouth falls open as he shifts, shoving his hands under Gabe's shirt, fingers eagerly mapping out smooth skin that he knows for a fact is tan and smooth. He's looked at the pictures.
"Please what?" purrs Gabe into his ear, nipping as Joe pulls back, sitting up and he actually has a hard time believing that he's actually straddling Gabe. Like, it's kind of obscene the way that Gabe's eyes are dark and his cheeks are flushed and lips are swollen. Joe looks him over, taking in the hard nipples and down to the stripe of skin that's exposed. There's the slightest edge of Gabe's hip showing as Joe slides down, looking up at Gabe.
"Fuck. Joe. Jesus christ," he says, as Joe licks his lips and grins a little. Pressing his lips to the exposed skin, Joe drags his tongue across it, tasting sweat and salt and he moans, nipping at Gabe's hip. He pushes Gabe's shirt up and kisses along his stomach, sucking at spots and it's amazing.
"Been...looking you up. Seeing all those pictures the fans post talking about how hot you are. Your abs and your hips. Been wanting to get my mouth all over you," Joe says, looking up at Gabe as he nips a patch of skin close to Gabe's belly button, watching his stomach suck in and hearing the deep groan.
"How the fuck you're so dirty when you don't even fucking cuss, I don't know. But...fuck. Do whatever the hell you want, Jonas,"
"I planned on it," he says, grinning as Gabe laughs, low and dirty in the quiet calm of the room. Joe watches Gabe pull his shirt off, staring at the expanse of skin on display as Gabe leans over and kisses him thoroughly. His hands wander and Joe's arching off the bed with a strangled sound as Gabe cups him through his jeans.
"You put your mouth where the hell you want, I get the same deal. Sound good?"
"I...shit. Oh god, fantastic,"
"Holy shit," says Gabe, grinning down at him as his fingers comb through Joe's hair, his hand rubbing and massaging Joe's cock through his pants. Joe groans and leans into it, gasping harshly.
"Can't wait to hear what else you say when I'm going down on you," Gabe murmurs, nipping Joe's bottom lip firmly before laying back and watching him. Gabe looks utterly indecent, laid out and watching him with dark eyes and a slow smile. Joe slides his hands along Gabe's thighs, feeling the muscles flex through denim as he leans down, shifting down to press his lips and tongue along the smooth line of Gabe's stomach.
Nipping lightly, teasingly, he follows the line of Gabe's jeans, spending time on each hipbone that juts out as Gabe groans. He kisses up, taking his time to taste and tease as he fits their bodies together slowly. Joe wraps his lips around one of Gabe's nipples, sucking hard and grazing his teeth as Gabe lets out a strangled noise, arching up and gasping loudly.
"Fuck! Do that again, please for the love of god, do it again,"
Joe ignores him, sliding his lips over and giving the other nipple the same treatment. Joe can hear Gabe's heartbeat and his own thrumming as he lightly bites down. Gabe groans deep before Joe feels his hands slide along Joe's bare back.
"Little...little harder, fuck. Not gonna break,"
He follows him for a moment, nipping harder and the noise he gets out of Gabe makes him echo it, shifting back down and resting his hands on Gabe's stomach. His hands are still roaming over Joe's back, dipping down to the waistband of his pants as they kiss slowly, curling their tongues around each other and moaning.
Joe pulls back, breathing hard as his hand unbuttons and unzips Gabe's jeans carefully, hearing Gabe groan, feeling his hips arch up. Joe shifts off of him and tugs them off, taking a long moment to simply admire Gabe.
"You cool?" asks Gabe, breathless but sounding more calm than Joe would have thought. Joe leans down and kisses Gabe lightly, wrapping his hand around Gabe's cock, getting a deep moan.
"Think so. Never really done this before," he says finally, fighting with himself to not look at Gabe's face, watching his hand. His throat feels tight and he's so turned on that he could probably pass out right now and not even care.
"Not too difficult. Nngh, yeah, fuck. You're...doing a good job," Gabe says breathlessly, laughing as he reaches down and gropes Joe, bringing a groan from him.
"Shit. Gabe," Joe says, moaning as Gabe unbuttons his pants, groaning as Joe's hand tightens.
"Stop...stop for a second, get naked with me. Fuck. I'm gonna show you some tricks," Gabe says, leering as Joe laughs, feeling like it's a strangled, nervous sound. Joe wiggles out of his pants, groaning a little in relief as Gabe pulls him back down on the bed, grinning at him.
"Mind the teeth and you're golden. I promise," Gabe says kissing him until Joe feels utterly boneless as pulls back, grinning a little. Joe settles between Gabe's legs and takes a moment, a moment in which Gabe doesn't rush him, which Joe appreciates.
He leans and slowly drags his tongue across the head, hearing the chest-deep groan that Gabe lets out, feeling his hand resting lightly on the back of his head. Joe doesn't mind, especially not with his fingers start combing through his hair, encouraging sounds spilling from Gabe's lips.
Joe slides his tongue across the head, stroking him firmly and when he sucks lightly, the sound that gets out of Gabe is worth the resultant thrust that Gabe immediately apologizes for. Joe braces his hands on Gabe's hips, nails dragging along the skin every so often surprising curses out of Gabe.
Rhythm is the key, Joe thinks, bobbing his head as Gabe's hands tighten in his hair. Joe barely registers the other sounds that aren't Gabe's voice, heady moans and curses as his hands flatten out and cup the back of his head. They don't try to change his pace, and Joe looks up at Gabe.
His dark brown eyes are focused completely on Joe, lips parted just enough to let a constant stream of words flow. Joe sucks firmly on the head, swirling his tongue as Gabe groans thickly, voice shaking as he talks to Joe.
"So fucking good. So..oh god, fucking good, Joe, fuck, yes. Please, god, so close, please. Oh god,"
When Gabe lapses into Spanish, eyes closed, Joe pulls up, breathing hard as his hand strokes Gabe quickly, watching him come with half-lidded eyes and a moan on his lips.
It is, hands down, the hottest thing Joe has ever seen in his entire life.
Gabe's eyes pry open as he watches Joe and Joe really can't resist. He leans down, swiping his tongue over the skin of Gabe's belly, hearing him groan shakily before Gabe hauls him up. He kisses Joe so hard it feels like his jaw is breaking, but Joe can't bring himself to be too concerned as he groans, feeling it in his bones.
He pushes his hips against Gabe when Gabe pulls back, his eyes are hazy but liquid.
"Fuck. Lay back, okay?" Gabe says, grinning as Joe lets out a shaky laugh, wiggling down. Gabe's hands wander along his chest, tweaking his nipples and getting a low moan out of Joe.
"Your mouth felt so fucking good. You have no idea how long I've been thinking about your mouth around my cock. Fuck, Joe. How long you been thinking about it?"
"I...I don't know,"
"Gotta gimme an answer or else I can't help you," Gabe says, voice deep and right in his ear, and Joe can't stop the violent shudder at the sensation. He's throbbing and almost in pain, but he can't bring himself to beg Gabe to put him out of his misery just yet.
"Since...since we started texting. Looked up and...wanted my mouth on you,"
Gabe makes a pleased noise, grinning slowly as he kisses down, quick presses of his lips that are just sparks of sensation. But when Gabe settles between his legs, Joe watches him intently, feeling like he's probably going to embarrass himself.
"Tell me what you want, Joe,"
"Um. Want...want your mouth on me, Gabe. Please,"
Gabe nips his thigh, soothing the skin with his tongue as Joe makes a desperate noise, choking out a breathless laugh.
"Oh god, you're such a bastard. Want you to suck me off, please, Gabe. Please,"
Gabe's eyes go wide as he grins, delighted and he rewards Joe with a quick flicker of his tongue, fitting his lips around the head of Joe's cock. He sucks shallowly as Joe groans in frustration.
"Harder. Just...firm. Do...I want you to suck me off like I sucked you off," he finally says, and he knows he's probably blushing a bit, but it's not like Gabe's gonna care. And honestly, Joe doesn't really even care himself.
Gabe grins, sucking him down slowly, bobbing his head in a rhythm that makes Joe's skin want to crawl off his body just for relief as Joe makes a frustrated sound, gasping.
"Please. More, please, Gabe. Oh god, please," and Joe's reduced to actual begging as Gabe moans around him and that's.
Well, that's pretty amazing, he thinks.
Joe's hands are tangling in the sheets and there's a moment where his vision completely whites out as Gabe swallows him down, nose touching his pubes and Joe's coming. He's shuddering and making choked noises as his entire body shakes and relaxes. His eyes close and he's left making broken noises, as his body slowly stops and he vaguely registers Gabe sliding up beside of him.
"C'mon, dude. You got a while before you gotta get back. You can chill here with me and nap or whatever," says Gabe, stretching out, warm and slightly damp from sweat beside of him. Joe pries his eyes open long enough to nod and he's closing his eyes again, hearing Gabe's breathing even out a few moments before his own does.
Joe wakes with an arm curved around his waist and Gabe's sleepy smile as he returns it. He leans up and presses their lips together, thinking that this isn't a bad way to spend the day.