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mayqueen517I wanted to write schmoopy Thanksgiving fic. I kind of did? XD
Title: Laughing With Your Lover's Tongue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing about this fic. The title comes from the song When The Stars Go Blue by The Corrs, which is a lovely song. (I'm using the version they did with Bono, by the by. ♥)
Kevin's favorite thing about Thanksgiving is being able to flop back onto his bed after dinner and curl up and nap. And then get up and have some more, because if there's one day you can gorge yourself, it's Thanksgiving. (And Christmas, but that's totally different.)
He grabs his phone lazily, typing out a text to Zac and sighing softly, crinkling his nose. He misses Zac like he didn't expect to, thinking that yeah, some time away from being a boyfriend and just being with his family might be awesome. Except for how anytime something remotely funny happened at dinner, he was looking around for Zac to exchange glances and Zac just wasn't there.
miss u
There's barely a minute between that and Zac's response and that makes him smile. It also makes him a little more tolerant to Joe coming into his room and flinging himself onto the bed. Joe wriggles up and plops his head onto Kevin's chest, poking his tummy. Kevin groans and tries to shove him off before relaxing into it.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Missing Zac," he says and Joe gets it. Joe gets it because while they're in Texas, Joe's boyfriend is back in Jersey, but they've at least got some time to spend together after Thanksgiving.
"Guess who Nickel just called?"
"Oh no. No, no, no. He's not starting that again, is he?"
"I think so,"
Kevin groans again, hearing Joe snicker as they settle against each other. It's like some kind of thing Nick has. Once it hits November, he starts to miss Miley. Which would be fine; sweet even, until he starts calling her and they have to deal with him going all sappy about talking to her again and 'reconnecting'.
"We're doomed,"
"Yeah. Ten bucks says he'll call Selena next,"
"That's horrible. Twenty,"
"We're awful,"
"Pretty much," Joe says, laughing as he shifts and hugs Kevin tight, spontaneously and it startles Kevin. They're affectionate, yes, but Kevin sometimes wonders if they're so affectionate for the cameras and that's it, because they don't really hug much off cameras. Kevin shifts and wraps his arms around Joe, hugging tight and sighing happily.
"So. Here's where I give you a really weird Thanksgiving gift," says Joe, sitting up and digging in his pocket, handing him a slip of paper, looking smug.
"Um? This just has a number on it,"
"Yeah, I know. Go see Nick. He's got the rest of it," says Joe, leaning down to smack a quick kiss to Kevin's cheek before bounding out.
Kevin's utterly confused, because all the paper says is '2205' and that means nothing to him. He struggles up, ruffling his hair back into place and shifting his glasses back to the top of his nose as he wanders over to Nick's bedroom.
It's weird, in a way, he thinks as he curls up on Nick's bed with him, like Joe had done to him. Only this time, he's having to shift up and rest his head on Nick's shoulder gently. Nick huffs out a laugh, playing with his cellphone before he turns into Kevin. They're facing each other now, on their sides and smiling at each other.
He's never really put much stock in Thanksgiving and all that it brings usually, but god, he kind of loves his brothers.
"Here. Go see the Frankster, 'kay?"
"I don't get this," Kevin says after a minute of silence and staring at a piece of paper, an address on it as Nick snickers and hugs Kevin tight. Nick is the least demonstrative out of all of them, and Kevin has always kind of known that, even if he misses the affectionate little kid Nick used to be.
So when Nick hugs, Kevin clings, because dude. It's his little brother who wants a hug. That trumps a lot of things.
"Seriously. Go see Frankie in the kitchen,"
Kevin's starting to get kind of excited, because his family knows how he is about surprises. Kevin's a ridiculous dork for surprises, and he freely admits it, because they're the best. He ruffles Nick's hair before hopping up and walking into the kitchen where Frankie and his parents are standing.
His parents just hug him and hand him the car keys before kissing his cheeks. He's okay with that, because honestly, he's just surprised they're still talking to him after he came out about himself and Zac. It's better than he would have thought, especially with the way Nick and Joe closed ranks around him.
"Nick and Joe told me to make you take this. Can I go with you?"
"I have no clue where I'm going, Frank-monster,"
"Oh. Well, can I watch movies in your room?"
Kevin wants to laugh at the way Frankie shrugs and pushes a basket to him, one that's covered by a towel and the basket's still warm. He knows it's leftovers and he's starting to wonder just what on earth his family's planned.
"Why don't you bug Joe and Nick to watch movies?"
"Awesome,"
And with that, Frankie hugs him and wanders off, leaving Kevin to shake his head and laugh. His brothers are kind of weird, he admits that. He really admits that, honestly, but he loves 'em. Even if Nick's going to start his ritual of moping about Miley and Selena (even though most of that was kind of him, but whatever. Not Kevin's place to say it,), and Joe's going to go spend a week in New York with his boyfriend.
Still, he's got an address, a number, keys, and a basket of leftovers. So he can only assume that it's going to be something awesome.
Getting to the door is totally one of those things things that his mind automatically fast forwards to, it seems like. Like, if someone asked Kevin how he got there and all, he wouldn't have been able to say anything, because for him it's a blur.
Get in the car, get out of the car, knock on a door, get dragged inside and spend however long kissing furiously, like the other one is going to just die in the next ten minutes.
"Hi," he says, lips feeling tender and swollen even as Zac breaks into a bright grin, blinding in the way that it makes Kevin's heart contract when they kiss again, gently this time.
"Hi," Zac says, pulling back and resting his forehead against Kevin's.
They keep kissing, undressing each other as they fall back, laughing softly with each other, reveling in the feeling of skin to skin. Kevin doesn't exactly know how they've gotten through three months without seeing or touching each other. Phone calls are fine, and he loves hearing Zac's voice, but it's not the same as hearing that voice right at his ear, murmuring the things that make Kevin blush.
Zac wastes absolutely no time, reaching and stroking Kevin firmly, grinning down at him as Kevin tosses his head back, gasping.
"Missed this. Missed you," Zac says, littering kisses along Kevin's face as Kevin thrusts into Zac's hand. Groaning, he clings to Zac's arms, feeling babble spill from his lips as he shudders and whimpers. Sure, he's had the phone calls, and while he hasn't exactly been the one to initiate it, he's enjoyed what phone sex they've managed. (And despite it all, Kevin can't help but feel horrified at the thought of phone sex. Something about it seems filthy. Not that that would stop him, of course.)
"Hate being away. Hate it - oh! Zac, oh please," Kevin gasps harshly, arching hard and shaking when Zac stops stroking him.
He just stops and Kevin wonders for a moment if it would be justifiable homicide if he killed Zac right then.
"Missed you so much," Zac murmurs, kissing him softly. He rests their foreheads together and Kevin really has to wonder exactly how Zac knew he loves when they do that.
"Want you to fuck me, Kevin,"
And whoa. Kevin was not expecting that, really.
Like, at all.
"I. What?"
Zac skims a hand over Kevin's chest, looking at him with soft eyes and Kevin knows he's going to give in. He's never really entertained the thought of being on top, at least, not for long, before his mind wanders back to Zac pushing inside of him. That first moment that always seems drawn out, like someone's hit the frame-by-frame button on the remote.
"Want you, Kevin,"
And that's. Kevin groans and kisses Zac hard, nipping at his lips and Zac moans into the kiss.
"Yes. Yes. I don't...I've never,"
"Mmm, I know. But you know how it goes," Zac says, grinning breathlessly as he grabs the lube and condoms from the side drawer and puts them on the bed.
Kevin shifts them around, looking down at Zac who has no hesitation about spreading around on the bed, arms shifting and Kevin could possibly stare at his muscles all day long. But he's not going to, because they're both hard and Kevin just wants to feel Zac around him. It's nothing that he's ever really considered, but the more he thinks about it, the more he can't wait.
The lube is cold, like it always is, and Kevin wants to grimace, but he doesn't. He eases a finger into Zac like he's done to himself (but only in the darkest part of everything, in his room, never where anyone would or could walk in), gasping at the heat and tightness. Zac arches, swearing as he looks down at Kevin, watching intently.
"You can. You can add another. Don't need so much prep,"
"Maybe I want to draw it out," Kevin says, grinning as Zac laughs breathlessly, but Kevin adds another finger. He pulls them out slowly and pushes back in, getting a shaky groan from Zac even as he starts a slow rhythm. Kevin can't help but stare, torn between watching his fingers and watching the shift of Zac's face.
"More. Please," Zac says, swallowing hard as Kevin nods and does so. It's not one of those things that Kevin has to actively think about. It's about Zac, and about him, and about watching the way Zac's body tightens and arches into his fingers when he curls them.
He takes his time, moaning mostly to himself when Zac clenches on his fingers and he gets away with one last curl of all three fingers before Zac makes a throaty groan.
"Now, Kev. Please," Zac says, swallowing hard again, body tense as Kevin nods. It really only takes less than a minute as he rolls the condom on, watching Zac watch him and it's. It's heady, really, he thinks as he shifts close, lining up and looking down at Zac.
Zac looks up and gives him one of those reassuring smiles; that smile that takes him back to the first time they'd done anything in some anonymous hotel room. The smile that made him shakily sigh and cling to Zac through that first time. It's the smile that makes Kevin's shoulders relax as he pushes in carefully.
They both groan, Zac grateful and Kevin surprised. Zac arches into him, urging him to move, muscles bunching and Kevin really just wants to watch him for everything. He starts moving slowly, but surely, letting them find a rhythm that's faster than Kevin would have expected. But every thrust in drags a deep groan from Zac and ragged gasps from himself, and it's just amazing.
Amazing and wonderful and he's not going to last.
He kisses Zac hard, groan muffled as he thrusts hard, feeling Zac's body tense, feeling him clench down hard, and he feels wet warmth between them. Pulling back, Kevin pulls in a deep gasp of air, shaking hard as he comes.
Struggling not to crush Zac, Kevin eases out, panting hard even as he ties the condom off and cuddles up to Zac. He still feels a little shaky and exhilarated, and when Zac wraps his arms around him, Kevin can't stop the smile that slides onto his lips.
"Zac?"
"Hmm?"
"Love you,"
Kevin feels his heartbeat speed up even more (and if it keeps going up, he's gonna have a heart-attack or something), but he watches the way that Zac stares at him for a long moment. A moment wherein Kevin actually starts to worry.
"Love you too, Kevin," Zac murmurs, kissing him hard as they stretch out together. They trade kisses back and forth before Kevin remembers the basket.
"Mmm, leftovers?"
"Later," Zac says, grinning as he nibbles Kevin's bottom lip, sucking gently before kissing him again.
Later it is.
Title: Laughing With Your Lover's Tongue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing about this fic. The title comes from the song When The Stars Go Blue by The Corrs, which is a lovely song. (I'm using the version they did with Bono, by the by. ♥)
Kevin's favorite thing about Thanksgiving is being able to flop back onto his bed after dinner and curl up and nap. And then get up and have some more, because if there's one day you can gorge yourself, it's Thanksgiving. (And Christmas, but that's totally different.)
He grabs his phone lazily, typing out a text to Zac and sighing softly, crinkling his nose. He misses Zac like he didn't expect to, thinking that yeah, some time away from being a boyfriend and just being with his family might be awesome. Except for how anytime something remotely funny happened at dinner, he was looking around for Zac to exchange glances and Zac just wasn't there.
miss u
There's barely a minute between that and Zac's response and that makes him smile. It also makes him a little more tolerant to Joe coming into his room and flinging himself onto the bed. Joe wriggles up and plops his head onto Kevin's chest, poking his tummy. Kevin groans and tries to shove him off before relaxing into it.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Missing Zac," he says and Joe gets it. Joe gets it because while they're in Texas, Joe's boyfriend is back in Jersey, but they've at least got some time to spend together after Thanksgiving.
"Guess who Nickel just called?"
"Oh no. No, no, no. He's not starting that again, is he?"
"I think so,"
Kevin groans again, hearing Joe snicker as they settle against each other. It's like some kind of thing Nick has. Once it hits November, he starts to miss Miley. Which would be fine; sweet even, until he starts calling her and they have to deal with him going all sappy about talking to her again and 'reconnecting'.
"We're doomed,"
"Yeah. Ten bucks says he'll call Selena next,"
"That's horrible. Twenty,"
"We're awful,"
"Pretty much," Joe says, laughing as he shifts and hugs Kevin tight, spontaneously and it startles Kevin. They're affectionate, yes, but Kevin sometimes wonders if they're so affectionate for the cameras and that's it, because they don't really hug much off cameras. Kevin shifts and wraps his arms around Joe, hugging tight and sighing happily.
"So. Here's where I give you a really weird Thanksgiving gift," says Joe, sitting up and digging in his pocket, handing him a slip of paper, looking smug.
"Um? This just has a number on it,"
"Yeah, I know. Go see Nick. He's got the rest of it," says Joe, leaning down to smack a quick kiss to Kevin's cheek before bounding out.
Kevin's utterly confused, because all the paper says is '2205' and that means nothing to him. He struggles up, ruffling his hair back into place and shifting his glasses back to the top of his nose as he wanders over to Nick's bedroom.
It's weird, in a way, he thinks as he curls up on Nick's bed with him, like Joe had done to him. Only this time, he's having to shift up and rest his head on Nick's shoulder gently. Nick huffs out a laugh, playing with his cellphone before he turns into Kevin. They're facing each other now, on their sides and smiling at each other.
He's never really put much stock in Thanksgiving and all that it brings usually, but god, he kind of loves his brothers.
"Here. Go see the Frankster, 'kay?"
"I don't get this," Kevin says after a minute of silence and staring at a piece of paper, an address on it as Nick snickers and hugs Kevin tight. Nick is the least demonstrative out of all of them, and Kevin has always kind of known that, even if he misses the affectionate little kid Nick used to be.
So when Nick hugs, Kevin clings, because dude. It's his little brother who wants a hug. That trumps a lot of things.
"Seriously. Go see Frankie in the kitchen,"
Kevin's starting to get kind of excited, because his family knows how he is about surprises. Kevin's a ridiculous dork for surprises, and he freely admits it, because they're the best. He ruffles Nick's hair before hopping up and walking into the kitchen where Frankie and his parents are standing.
His parents just hug him and hand him the car keys before kissing his cheeks. He's okay with that, because honestly, he's just surprised they're still talking to him after he came out about himself and Zac. It's better than he would have thought, especially with the way Nick and Joe closed ranks around him.
"Nick and Joe told me to make you take this. Can I go with you?"
"I have no clue where I'm going, Frank-monster,"
"Oh. Well, can I watch movies in your room?"
Kevin wants to laugh at the way Frankie shrugs and pushes a basket to him, one that's covered by a towel and the basket's still warm. He knows it's leftovers and he's starting to wonder just what on earth his family's planned.
"Why don't you bug Joe and Nick to watch movies?"
"Awesome,"
And with that, Frankie hugs him and wanders off, leaving Kevin to shake his head and laugh. His brothers are kind of weird, he admits that. He really admits that, honestly, but he loves 'em. Even if Nick's going to start his ritual of moping about Miley and Selena (even though most of that was kind of him, but whatever. Not Kevin's place to say it,), and Joe's going to go spend a week in New York with his boyfriend.
Still, he's got an address, a number, keys, and a basket of leftovers. So he can only assume that it's going to be something awesome.
Getting to the door is totally one of those things things that his mind automatically fast forwards to, it seems like. Like, if someone asked Kevin how he got there and all, he wouldn't have been able to say anything, because for him it's a blur.
Get in the car, get out of the car, knock on a door, get dragged inside and spend however long kissing furiously, like the other one is going to just die in the next ten minutes.
"Hi," he says, lips feeling tender and swollen even as Zac breaks into a bright grin, blinding in the way that it makes Kevin's heart contract when they kiss again, gently this time.
"Hi," Zac says, pulling back and resting his forehead against Kevin's.
They keep kissing, undressing each other as they fall back, laughing softly with each other, reveling in the feeling of skin to skin. Kevin doesn't exactly know how they've gotten through three months without seeing or touching each other. Phone calls are fine, and he loves hearing Zac's voice, but it's not the same as hearing that voice right at his ear, murmuring the things that make Kevin blush.
Zac wastes absolutely no time, reaching and stroking Kevin firmly, grinning down at him as Kevin tosses his head back, gasping.
"Missed this. Missed you," Zac says, littering kisses along Kevin's face as Kevin thrusts into Zac's hand. Groaning, he clings to Zac's arms, feeling babble spill from his lips as he shudders and whimpers. Sure, he's had the phone calls, and while he hasn't exactly been the one to initiate it, he's enjoyed what phone sex they've managed. (And despite it all, Kevin can't help but feel horrified at the thought of phone sex. Something about it seems filthy. Not that that would stop him, of course.)
"Hate being away. Hate it - oh! Zac, oh please," Kevin gasps harshly, arching hard and shaking when Zac stops stroking him.
He just stops and Kevin wonders for a moment if it would be justifiable homicide if he killed Zac right then.
"Missed you so much," Zac murmurs, kissing him softly. He rests their foreheads together and Kevin really has to wonder exactly how Zac knew he loves when they do that.
"Want you to fuck me, Kevin,"
And whoa. Kevin was not expecting that, really.
Like, at all.
"I. What?"
Zac skims a hand over Kevin's chest, looking at him with soft eyes and Kevin knows he's going to give in. He's never really entertained the thought of being on top, at least, not for long, before his mind wanders back to Zac pushing inside of him. That first moment that always seems drawn out, like someone's hit the frame-by-frame button on the remote.
"Want you, Kevin,"
And that's. Kevin groans and kisses Zac hard, nipping at his lips and Zac moans into the kiss.
"Yes. Yes. I don't...I've never,"
"Mmm, I know. But you know how it goes," Zac says, grinning breathlessly as he grabs the lube and condoms from the side drawer and puts them on the bed.
Kevin shifts them around, looking down at Zac who has no hesitation about spreading around on the bed, arms shifting and Kevin could possibly stare at his muscles all day long. But he's not going to, because they're both hard and Kevin just wants to feel Zac around him. It's nothing that he's ever really considered, but the more he thinks about it, the more he can't wait.
The lube is cold, like it always is, and Kevin wants to grimace, but he doesn't. He eases a finger into Zac like he's done to himself (but only in the darkest part of everything, in his room, never where anyone would or could walk in), gasping at the heat and tightness. Zac arches, swearing as he looks down at Kevin, watching intently.
"You can. You can add another. Don't need so much prep,"
"Maybe I want to draw it out," Kevin says, grinning as Zac laughs breathlessly, but Kevin adds another finger. He pulls them out slowly and pushes back in, getting a shaky groan from Zac even as he starts a slow rhythm. Kevin can't help but stare, torn between watching his fingers and watching the shift of Zac's face.
"More. Please," Zac says, swallowing hard as Kevin nods and does so. It's not one of those things that Kevin has to actively think about. It's about Zac, and about him, and about watching the way Zac's body tightens and arches into his fingers when he curls them.
He takes his time, moaning mostly to himself when Zac clenches on his fingers and he gets away with one last curl of all three fingers before Zac makes a throaty groan.
"Now, Kev. Please," Zac says, swallowing hard again, body tense as Kevin nods. It really only takes less than a minute as he rolls the condom on, watching Zac watch him and it's. It's heady, really, he thinks as he shifts close, lining up and looking down at Zac.
Zac looks up and gives him one of those reassuring smiles; that smile that takes him back to the first time they'd done anything in some anonymous hotel room. The smile that made him shakily sigh and cling to Zac through that first time. It's the smile that makes Kevin's shoulders relax as he pushes in carefully.
They both groan, Zac grateful and Kevin surprised. Zac arches into him, urging him to move, muscles bunching and Kevin really just wants to watch him for everything. He starts moving slowly, but surely, letting them find a rhythm that's faster than Kevin would have expected. But every thrust in drags a deep groan from Zac and ragged gasps from himself, and it's just amazing.
Amazing and wonderful and he's not going to last.
He kisses Zac hard, groan muffled as he thrusts hard, feeling Zac's body tense, feeling him clench down hard, and he feels wet warmth between them. Pulling back, Kevin pulls in a deep gasp of air, shaking hard as he comes.
Struggling not to crush Zac, Kevin eases out, panting hard even as he ties the condom off and cuddles up to Zac. He still feels a little shaky and exhilarated, and when Zac wraps his arms around him, Kevin can't stop the smile that slides onto his lips.
"Zac?"
"Hmm?"
"Love you,"
Kevin feels his heartbeat speed up even more (and if it keeps going up, he's gonna have a heart-attack or something), but he watches the way that Zac stares at him for a long moment. A moment wherein Kevin actually starts to worry.
"Love you too, Kevin," Zac murmurs, kissing him hard as they stretch out together. They trade kisses back and forth before Kevin remembers the basket.
"Mmm, leftovers?"
"Later," Zac says, grinning as he nibbles Kevin's bottom lip, sucking gently before kissing him again.
Later it is.
