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Author:mayqueen517
Title: Calling For The Answer
Characters: Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas, Demi Lovato
Pairings: Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas/Demi Lovato
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5,363
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing about this, not the people within, not even the title. Title comes from the song 40 Steps by The Academy Is...
A/N: I really want to thankrsadelle for the extremely fabulous beta and hector_rashbaum for the cheerleading!
Summary: She knows that Nick's definitely smart enough to get that she's giving him enough freedom to do what he wants to. Joe's smart enough to understand, of course, it's just that he's mischievous enough to only do suggest what she says and nothing more.
The Request: Joe/Demi/Nick: Demi as a catalyst for Nick and Joe to get together
Demi doesn't know how they got into this situation.
When she thinks back on it, she thinks she might blame Joe. Nick certainly seems to be okay with that even as Demi watches Joe cuddle into Nick's lap.
"Get off," Nick says, amused but firm as Joe's eyes get that light in their eyes. The light that says he's going to be more than a little annoying, and it's the same light that makes Demi start to giggle.
She's a little punch-drunk at being around these guys again. Canada always holds this mythical relaxation for her, one she didn't recognize the last time around. But now she can't help but look at Joe and Nick (and Kevin, when he's around) fondly.
"Nope," Joe says pushing closer, rubbing his cheek along Nick's like he's some giant cat or something.
"Joe, c'mon."
"Demi, tell Mr. Curmudgeon that he's being a spoilsport."
Joe has the look of someone who's well aware of what he's doing, which is the only reason Nick is putting up a fight, Demi thinks. It's not that they're weird or anything; they're pretty normal guys. It's just that Demi can't keep herself from looking looking at Joe and Nick and wondering just what exactly they get up to when they're having private "writing sessions".
She doesn't think it's anything too odd, but she's been wrong before.
"You're such a goof," she says to Joe finally, poking him in the stomach with one of her feet as he snorts and swats at her foot. They're comfortable, and her mind keeps going back to the way the two of them are interacting. Despite telling Joe to get off of him, Nick's not making any overtures to push Joe away.
"You are. Tell Nick what to doooo."
"Will not."
"Please? Pretty please? For me? With a cherry on top?"
"Nope. You tell him."
"But it sounds so much better when you say it," Joe says, grinning smugly as Nick finally snorts and shakes his head. Joe never seems to be able to help making Nick laugh like it's his life's mission or something.
"Fine then. Make him be quiet. Better?"
"Nope. Tell him what to do, Demi," Joe says, eyes lighting up with something else, something more mischievous and playful even as Nick straightens up. Nick's looking at Joe like his head is going to start spinning around at any moment. Joe looks back up at Nick and murmurs something that Demi barely hears and doesn't really understand.
"You said you wanted this," she hears, ears straining and mind trying to work it out. Taking in the body language, she can tell that Nick's uncomfortable and weird, but she's curious. Demi knows that the two of them are talking about something more important than just hanging out, and it's weird that something's happening now.
It seems so ludicrous that it would be happening at this moment in time even as some talk show plays on the TV in the background. Nick shifts a little, the sound viciously loud as she bites her lip.
"You heard her. Make me be quiet," Nick says after a moment of hesitation, a moment that seems to hang in the air and make her skin crawl with tension.
Demi doesn't know what's going to happen, but it's then that all the air in the room seems to be sucked out of it. It's like watching the eye of a hurricane approach when Joe wiggles around and leans up, pressing his lips against Nick's lips firmly.
It's not a kiss to annoy anyone, it's not a kiss in jest, it's not even affection. It's attraction, and Demi's actually pretty shocked while not being shocked. It's like seeing two friends kiss for the first time after they've been dancing around each other for years. And that's kind of how it is with Joe and Nick, the dancing and flirting, and Demi's always wondered if Joe was aware he was doing it.
Apparently he was.
Nick sighs a little, angling his head and kissing Joe more, and oh God, she can see their tongues slide together. They kiss for a few moments more, easy and lazy like they've done this before and that thought rockets through her, that they have. Maybe they've spent nights doing this, trading soft kisses and pleased noises back and forth.
The thought is more appealing than she'd like it to be, honestly. When Joe pulls back, his lips are slick and Nick's eyes and soft and warm. They look content, and that's what grabs her. It's what makes her swallow hard.
"Again," she says finally, voice barely shaking as they look at her, startled but aware. It's weird to feel that in the pit of her stomach, that slow pull of arousal. Demi knows that she should feel dirty about it, that they all should, but the look of warmth and pleasure that Joe shoots her is worth it. Nick watches her for a long moment, studying her and she blushes, bunching her hands in the hem of her shirt.
"I mean. Who knows if. If he'll stay quiet again," she says, trying to lighten the mood as Joe laughs low, the sound intimate and pleased as he leans up again. This time, Nick meets the kiss with curved lips, smiling softly as he wraps his hand around Joe's neck, cradling his head and kissing with intensity.
Joe sighs into the kiss, shifting them around so they're chest to chest and they actually angle themselves so Demi can see. Their lips slide against each other and Nick lets out one of those unguarded, happy noises that startles Demi.
Surging forward, Joe wraps his arms around Nick and kisses him harder, making noises in the back of his throat that have a shiver running down Demi's back. They kiss for another few minutes before Nick pulls back breathless and flushed. His eyes are bright and happy, and Joe's practically incandescent with happiness.
"What else?" Nick says, voice obscenely loud in the quiet hotel room as Joe slides his hands under Nick's shirt.
It should be dirty. It should be dirty, and wrong, but she can't help but look at the sense of peace they both radiate. Demi wonders briefly if they set this up; if this was the reason Kevin declined hanging out with them.
She wonders if it really matters.
"Um. I-I don't. What?"
"Tell me what else to do, Demi," Nick says, voice calm and easy as she swallows hard. His eyes have gone dark, Joe's too, and they both look entirely too calm about this all, and it's. Overwhelming.
Overwhelming with the urge to leave and scoot closer all at once.
"Touch. Um. Touch his chest and back?" she says, phrasing it like a question even as Joe grins impishly, leaning over to press a fleeting kiss against her cheek, close enough to her lips that it makes her smile a little. Nick watches them for a moment even as he slides his hands along Joe's back, palms skating across worn cotton.
They don't kiss again, touching gently and sliding palms over shirts even as they both watch her. Curious, she can't help the question that falls out of her mouth.
"Have you two. Ever. Um, done anything like this before?"
"Not really. Kissed a little. But we haven't really been sure about it, I guess," Joe says, rubbing his fingers into Nick's shoulder blades and Demi watches the tension leave Nick's shoulders.
"Why me?"
"We trust you," Nick says simply, drowsy almost, as Joe presses a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering, and the look on his face is so gentle and loving that it almost breaks Demi's heart. She's not one to judge, but this goes up there on the list of things you probably should run from.
It's just that she can't figure out how to bow out of it or if she even wants to.
"Kiss him, Nick," she says, watching the way that Joe looks over at her, looking for something as she pulls her legs up to her chest. She's not sure if he's checking to see if she's freaking out, or just looking at her. She's unable to turn away even as Nick pulls Joe in and kisses him softly. Their tongues tangle and oh God. she can't believe how warm she feels about this. She should be running.
And yet.
Demi doesn't know how to do anything but watch the way Joe curls into Nick, stretching his legs and his feet just barely brushing against Demi's calves. They're trading lazy kisses, sighing happily even as Nick pushes his hand under Joe's shirt.
"I didn't say to do that," she says without thinking, immediately blushing as Nick's head shoots up and he stares at her for a moment. Joe laughs, delighted, as he wiggles around and plants a wet kiss on her cheek. His lips are slick, swollen, and shiny from Nick's kissing, and it's the hottest thing she's seen in a while.
"So you're telling us what to do now, huh?" Nick says, voice rough. She struggles to not let her gaze wander, because she's not exactly sure if that's kosher. Or if it's even on the table for her to look.
"I guess so," she says, blushing more as Joe squeezes her knee, grinning impishly.
"Well?"
"Don't push her, Joe," Nick says as they fall into gentle bickering, the way that screams that they're brothers, and that should make it weird. It should make it wrong. She can't find anything wrong with it, if she's honest.
They keep bickering as she swallows, feeling strangely annoyed with herself for being so nervous or whatever it is she's feeling. Demi lets them bicker for a moment longer before she shifts the pillows behind her back, settling in as she speaks finally.
"Joe. Take his shirt off."
Silence comes over the room, save for the pitch of the TV frequency and the bare hint of words coming from it. She turns it off and watches Joe wiggle back over to Nick and slide his shirt up. Joe goes to touch his chest and she gets it, because wow.
Pushing her foot into Joe's side, she can't help but grin at the squeak he lets out, scooting over and glaring at her. Shrugging, she looks at Nick and bites her lip. Nick's watching her with intent - but warm - eyes as she takes a shaky breath.
"Nick. Take his shirt off and. And touch him," she says, feeling the slight waver to her voice as Nick reaches, sliding his hands under Joe's shirt, along his stomach and chest. She can see Joe's stomach suck in from the quick breath of air as Nick pulls it off. His hands slide around Joe's chest and stomach, fingers pausing to graze Joe's nipples and Demi can't help the noise she makes.
They look at her in concern before she blushes.
"You okay, Dems?" Joe asks, voice concerned, like Nick isn't touching him and like she can't see that they're both hard in their jeans.
"Yeah. Just. Didn't exactly expect this."
"I don't think we did either," Nick says shifting around so that she can see them more clearly, letting his fingers form chords and notes along Joe's chest. His fingers move lazily and she tries to follow the notes he makes, but it seems like intruding.
"Nick. Kiss. Kiss his chest like you want to." She knows that Nick's definitely smart enough to get that she's giving him enough freedom to do what he wants to. Joe's smart enough to understand, of course, it's just that he's mischievous enough to only do suggest what she says and nothing more.
Nick grins, predatory, and she can see the way that Joe's heartbeat has sped up, see the way his pulse jumps at the first touch of Nick's lips. Nick plants soft, wet, open kisses along Joe's neck, careful to not linger too long. Joe sighs, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as Nick fastens his lips around Joe's pulse point, sucking lightly.
"Hold. Hold his arms down, Nick," she says, swallowing hard as Nick pulls back and stares at her for almost a moment longer than what she's comfortable with. He looks startled, but she can't help it.
"You sure?" Nick asks as Demi lets a giggle slip through. The room is silent without the TV going, and the only thing she can hear is her own heartbeat, rushing through her ears, and Nick and Joe's breathing. The sound of fabric on fabric tells her that Joe's squirming around, even without her looking at him.
"I wanna see," she says, smiling a little crookedly as Nick lets a wide smile flash, teeth showing as he gathers Joe's arms. He touches softly, allowing himself to feel, and Joe curls his fingers against Nick's hands as they work Joe's arms above his head.
"Hold his hands, Demi," Nick says, looking up at her as Joe's hands slide along the skin of her ankles, shivers sliding along her spine. Shifting, Demi reaches and grabs Joe's hands, shaking a little and watching Nick as he leans up and kisses her nose lightly.
Laughing, Demi wrinkles her nose, feeling comfortable again as Joe squirms around, putting his head in her lap.
"What next?" he says, eager as Nick rolls his eyes fondly, leaning down and kissing him quick, tongue flashing for just a moment as Joe makes a frustrated noise. Joe's hands tighten on Demi's as she tosses her hair out of her face.
"Talk to him. Touch him and talk to him."
Nick looks a little nervous at this, but Demi doesn't let it bother her too much. She grabs one of the pillows from behind her and tucks it under Joe's head, smiling down at him when he presses a light kiss to her hand, watching Nick.
"I just. I like touching you, Joe," Nick says, sliding a hand along his chest and stomach, the silver of his ring glinting in the lamplight and that makes it all real as Joe watches Nick. Nick, who's almost reverently sliding his hand along Joe's stomach, watching the muscles twitch and jump, and Demi honestly doesn't know how she can look away from this. Joe's hands tighten on hers as Nick leans over, pressing his lips against the middle of Joe's chest.
"Want to see my hands all over you. Want to feel you come apart because of me and I just. I want to hear you moan and know that it's 'cause of me. Want to touch you constantly."
"Nick. It's. Please," Joe says voice raw as Demi licks her lips, squeezing Joe's hands.
"Kiss him, Nick. Kiss him and make him moan," she says, a little nervous as Joe sighs shakily when Nick leans over, kissing him hard. They change from soft and gentle, almost scared, to firm and dirty, like this is something they're used to. Nick sucks on Joe's bottom lip, hand bracing on Joe's chest, fingertips twitching over Joe's nipples lightly.
Joe sucks in a deep breath, arching his back a little, letting a noise slip out from between his lips. Nick kisses him harder, pushing his hips against Joe's as he settles on top of Joe, and Demi stares. She stares because Nick's working his hips against Joe's, and she can see the shift in the denim as Joe breaks the kiss to moan.
His voice sounds raspy and thick when he gasps as Nick starts kissing along Joe's neck. Nick doesn't pull up from kissing down, letting his lips graze every bit of skin he thinks about, teeth nibbling a path along Joe's collarbone.
"Thought about this. Thought about this for so long," Nick murmurs, dog tags dragging along Joe's chest and stomach, and it's just something that Demi never would have thought about. The silver glints in the low lamp light, sparks of light shining onto the walls around them.
"Tell him what you want, Joe," she says, startling Nick for a moment, before he looks up at her and smiles lazily, his lips tentatively wrapping around Joe's nipple. Nick looks unsure of himself for the split second before Joe lets out a groan, hands jerking against Demi's with the urge to touch.
"Want my pants off. Wanna feel you against me, Nick," he says, groaning when Nick grazes his teeth along the sensitive bud, and Demi can feel her own pulse jump. Nick moans into Joe's chest, muffling the sound as Joe whimpers. Oh God, Joe actually whimpers as Nick drags his mouth over to Joe's other nipple.
"Take his pants off," Demi says, hushed in the room as Nick kisses down. He kisses down, flashes of teeth and tongue clearly visible as she stares, unable to tear her eyes away. He unbuttons Joe's jeans slowly, hands shaking just enough to make Joe exhale shakily.
They're all nervous, Demi thinks, with no small amount of relief as Nick works Joe's pants down, and here's the part Demi never would have expected.
The fact that telling Nick to take Joe's pants off means that she'd actually have to watch the way Nick's eyes darken immediately and hear the sound that Joe makes when Nick palms him. Joe gasps, arching his hips, and Demi hears herself make a noise in response.
"S-sorry," Joe says, loosening his grip as she lets out a nervous giggle. Squeezing his hands, she watches Nick slowly pull Joe's boxers down before she speaks.
"It's okay. It's. Yeah," she says, cheeks flushing as Nick looks up at her from between Joe's legs, curious and smug. Sometimes that smug nature makes her want to smack Nick. But not tonight. She watches them, Nick's hair a stark contrast against Joe's tan skin. Joe's gorgeous, she thinks, taking time to look him over and wondering if she'd just always ignored that in favor of their friendship. Her cheeks are hot and there's warmth starting to fan into a burn as Joe gently raises his hips to help Nick out.
"I think she likes watching, Joe," Nick says, grinning as he tosses Joe's boxers behind him and shifts back up. Joe's skin dimples with goosebumps as Nick takes the time to touch his thighs and graze his fingertips along the sensitive skin of Joe's groin. His fingers slide through dark pubic hair and Joe groans deep in his chest, echoing around the room groan.
"Do you, Demi?" Joe asks, gasping hard, arching his hips again as Nick wraps a careful hand around his dick.
"Thought. Thought this was about you two," she says, voice shaking a little from nerves and arousal as Joe brings her hands down to rest on his chest. She touches his skin and can't help but gasp quietly, unused to this intimacy with Joe. Naked, he looks even better. The muscles in his legs are tense and when she looks down at him, meeting his eyes, she finds that there's a comfort there, even despite all of this.
"Hands back up, Joe," Nick says, voice dark and rough. It sends a shiver along Demi's spine without warning. Joe looks down at Nick and grins, impish, for a second before he puts his hands back up, leaving Demi's hands on his chest.
Demi quite honestly has no clue what to do.
"What next, Demi?"
Nick's looking up at her as he teasingly slides his fingers along Joe's dick, making his hips twitch and little noises start coming from Joe's throat. He's starting to sound desperate and Nick looks mostly smug, but partly amazed at what's happening.
"Stroke him," she says, hands starting to slide up before she realizes that she has nowhere to go with her hands. Joe looks up at her, eyes going hazy as Nick slowly starts stroking him.
Joe groans, shivering hard as Nick tightens his hand, thumb swiping over the top and there's a brief, suspended moment where Demi feels her fingertips graze over Joe's chest. Joe moans loudly, voice breaking as Nick squeezes his hand gently before Demi looks down at him.
"S-stop," she says, eyes watching Nick slowly stop and hearing Joe make a strangled, annoyed noise.
"Demi?" Nick says, leaving his hands braced onto Joe's thighs as she swallows hard.
"I um. I think that you should go look in the side pocket of my duffel bag," she says, feeling amazed at her own audacity. Yeah, okay, so it's one thing to have lotion and use it for chapped lips, but it's another thing entirely to have lotion and to be telling a friend to use it on another friend.
Nick stares at her even as Joe looks down at Nick, both of them looking a little shocked and unable to think about it really.
"I don't. What?"
"I um. I might have a condom in my purse?" she says, unable to truly believe that these words are coming out of her mouth. It's not that she really goes around having sex, it's just that the minute she started dating Trace, her Mom had shoved a couple into Demi's purse. It was embarrassing and she's pretty sure her Mom never thought the condoms would actually get used.
"Joe?" Nick asks, unsure, and Demi starts to maybe panic. She doesn't want to pressure them, and she definitely doesn't want to freak them out, but the way that Joe rolls his hips and grins slowly takes her breath away. She's felt like that for a while, since they kissed, and there's heat pooling in her belly and a shiver working it's way along her body.
"Yeah. I. Yeah. Please," Joe says making Nick bite his lip as he pushes up, leaning over the bed to press his lips to Joe's gently, kissing lazily even as he pulls back.
"Are you okay?" Joe asks Demi while Nick finds the lotion and oh God, there actually is a condom in Demi's purse. Demi doesn't know what tomorrow's going to be like, but the way that Joe looks concerned makes her smile a little.
"Yeah. I'm good," she says, pushing some of his hair out of his face as he grins up at her.
"Hey, Demi?" Nick says as he comes back over to the bed, putting her purse down on the nightstand.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
That's all that Nick says, but he smiles at her before leaning over to kiss her lightly. He doesn't try to further it, but he doesn't exactly pull back super fast either. She's left blinking at him as Joe grins even more.
"Take your pants and boxers off, Nick," she says, startling a laugh out of Joe. Joe seems surprised by all of this, but delighted as Nick snorts. The laughter, despite the nerves, seems to loosen something in the room as Nick slowly pulls his pants and boxers off.
Demi can't help blushing, biting her lip as she watches both Joe and Nick look each other over. They're both hard and she honestly can't believe she's watching this happen, and she also can't believe she's making them instigate it.
"So, here's my question," says Joe as he wriggles back on the bed, watching Nick open the lotion, not nervous, just calm, and Demi can't quite believe that.
"Go for it," she says, tucking some of his hair behind his ear as he grins up at her before looking over at Nick again.
"How exactly are we going to do this? I mean. I've never done this before." Joe says, sounding exasperated and amused.
"Like I have!" Nick exclaims.
"Well, I know you've looked it up."
"Joe!"
"What? You should clear your internet history better," Joe says, grinning without a sense of remorse as Nick sighs and shakes his head fondly. Demi can't help giggling after the exchange between them, cheeks still hot as Nick settles onto the bed, condom open and lotion sitting close by. He slides his hands up Joe's thighs, gently touching and grinning when Joe gasps a little, hips jerking. He's flushed and hard and Demi can't help but just stare.
"Then you should hush and let me do this," Nick says, leaning down to press a light kiss against the skin of Joe's stomach, seemingly interested in the way Joe sucks in a breath. Joe nods and grins up at Demi as she swallows hard, watching intently as Nick carefully coats two fingers in the lotion.
"Nick?"
"Joe, hush," Demi says as Joe pouts and watches Nick. Nick shoots her a grateful look as his hand slides around and Demi actually hears the slick sound of Nick's finger sliding into Joe. Joe lets out a noise, contemplative and startled all at once as he squirms.
"What's. What's it feel like, Nick?" she asks, blushing bright red as Nick looks at her and arches an eyebrow.
"Hot. Tight. Tighter than. Tighter than a girl," he says, and Joe looks even more startled, huffing a laugh when Nick makes a face at the way Joe wiggles his hips. Joe lets out a sound, soft and questioning, when Nick shifts around, and the moan Joe lets out is obscene. She has no clue what Nick just did, but the low throb in her groin is screaming for him to do it again.
"I don't. Really know what I'm doing, but I think that might have been good, huh?" Nick says, looking positively evil as Joe gasps hard when Nick does whatever it is again.
"Tell him how good it is, Joe," Demi says, breathless as she watches the muscles in Nick's arm bunch as he carefully thrusts his finger and she doesn't know he's added another until Joe chokes out a garbled moan.
"Good. So good, oh God. Didn't. Think it'd feel like that. Nick, God, your fingers. Oh please. I don't. Oh God, I have no clue what you're doing but if you keep doing it, I'm totally gonna come,"
Nick laughs, low and thick and husky and Demi has no clue how she could have ever thought of Nick as just a friend. Because the look of him, flushed, eyes bright, curls damp from sweat and muscles bunching as he thrusts his fingers inside of Joe is the hottest thing she's ever seen.
"Just wait, okay? I wanna make sure you're stretched. I'm gonna add another finger, okay?" Nick says, leaning in and kissing along Joe's thigh as Joe lets out a petulant whine. Demi watches and thinks that this is one of those things she should walk away from. Just walk away and forget about it. But she simply can't.
"I'll try. But make it quick," Joe says, trying for bossy, but instead just getting desperate.
"You look amazing," Nick says conversationally as he carefully adds more lotion to his fingers, pushing a third in, and Demi can't help but shiver at the sounds that echo all over the room. Joe groans, arching into it and shuddering hard, gasping.
"Nick! C'mon," Joe says, breathless and whiny as Nick eases Joe into more thrusts and Demi can't help but stare. Joe's hard and flushed, leaking onto his belly, and Demi wants to just look away, because this is weird. It's weird and she doesn't even know why she's doing it.
At least, she doesn't until Nick shifts up and touches her knee lightly - with the hand not covered in lotion, thank God, she thinks - looking concerned.
"I'm okay. It's just. Do you guys really want me here for this?" she asks, looking down at Joe who smiles a little, leaning up between them and kissing her lightly. He tests the waters, lightly pressing a few kisses along the corners of her lips.
"We really want you here for this."
Nick pushes Joe back down and kisses her. Actually kisses her this time, sliding his tongue along her lower lip and just easily kissing her stupid. He pulls back and Demi is just. Struck dumb, really.
"If we didn't want you here for this, Demi, I think we would have already kicked you out. Now. Do me a favor and hold Joe down for me," he says, brushing their lips together again. All Demi can do is nod. She shifts and gets a good grip on Joe's wrists, pressing down as he breathes out through his nose heavily.
"Good?"
"Yeah," he says as they both watch Nick carefully roll the condom on, the way his forehead wrinkles makes something softer come over Joe's face before Nick wiggles around.
"Good, Joe?"
"Yep. Love you, Nick."
"Love you too," Nick says, looking startled by it as he smiles, easy and comfortable as he moves into place, carefully pushing in. Demi can't see what's going on and she almost doesn't want to, but the sound Joe makes has her staring. Nick's got his head tossed back and he groans deep, the sound resonating as Joe lets out little breathy whimpers. His hands jerk against hers with the urge to touch Nick, but Nick seems to be focused on not hurting Joe.
"Oh my God, amazing. This is. I don't. It. Nick, oh God, please. More," Joe babbles, voice thready as he struggles to move his hips against Nick. Nick who holds his hips down tightly, eyes dark as he slowly starts thrusting.
They make ungodly noises; grunts and groans, and she can hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. With every sound, there's a throb of her heartbeat, like she's matching them, and when Joe cries out, she feels her eyes go wide. Her whole body feels overheated and taught as she watches Joe's adam's apple bob with a swallow.
The thing is, the thing she didn't expect, is that Joe is stunningly beautiful when he comes. He chokes on what sounds oddly like a wail, breath coming in short stutters as spurts of come streak across his chest. Joe lies there, panting harshly as he tries to roll his hips.
Nick's hands tighten, and she can see his knuckles turning white and hear the sound he makes. Demi kind of thinks that she's never been this turned on before as Nick tosses his head back, making broken sounds that come from his throat. She still feels shaky, unsure of this even as arousal still thrums through her veins.
There's a moment of dead silence before Joe blows a hard breath out through his lips, goosebumps littering his arms as Demi slowly lets go of his wrists. Her hands ache, and when she looks down at Joe, he looks lazy and sated, and above all, pleased.
"Joe," Nick whispers as he pulls out, tying the condom off and tossing it down as Joe sits up and kisses him hard. They spend a few minutes clinging to each other, kissing furiously, and the love that radiates from it startles Demi.
Joe pulls back and hugs Nick to him close, kissing him again, softer this time as Nick picks up a corner of the rumpled bedspread and wipes them both off, giving a little laugh.
Demi swallows hard before easing herself off of the bed on shaky legs. She's never felt this amped up and intruding all at once. And okay, yes. She's seen porn, thanks to Trace, but it's never made her feel like this before, anxious and tight. Her ears roar indistinctly as she pushes away just how turned on she is by what she's just seen. As she starts to walk off to the bathroom, she hears Joe make a soft noise.
"Dems?" he asks, sounding worried as she turns, face turning bright red even as her fingers tangle in the hem of her ratty t-shirt.
"I don't. This isn't."
Demi takes a moment to compose herself, legs still just as shaky before she tilts her head and smiles. She walks over and kisses both of them lightly on the lips.
"Maybe try it this time without me, hmm?"
Joe pulls her into a tight hug, all warm around her and gentle even as he whispers into her ear, Nick's agreement echoing around them.
"If you ever wanna do a rain check," Joe says, trailing off.
"I know," she says, smiling at them before she stands and collects her things before walking to the door. Turning, she watches them curl up together before she opens the door and steps outside.
Demi waits until the door clicks closed before letting out a harsh breath and sinking to the floor with her back against the wall.
Going to her room can wait. For now, she needs to absorb this.
There's a strange, happy, yet hollow feeling in her chest, but when she hears Joe's surprised laughter, she thinks that it's okay.
jb_ficexchange!Recipient:
kandklAuthor:
mayqueen517Title: Calling For The Answer
Characters: Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas, Demi Lovato
Pairings: Joe Jonas/Nick Jonas/Demi Lovato
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5,363
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing about this, not the people within, not even the title. Title comes from the song 40 Steps by The Academy Is...
A/N: I really want to thank
rsadelle for the extremely fabulous beta and hector_rashbaum for the cheerleading!Summary: She knows that Nick's definitely smart enough to get that she's giving him enough freedom to do what he wants to. Joe's smart enough to understand, of course, it's just that he's mischievous enough to only do suggest what she says and nothing more.
The Request: Joe/Demi/Nick: Demi as a catalyst for Nick and Joe to get together
Demi doesn't know how they got into this situation.
When she thinks back on it, she thinks she might blame Joe. Nick certainly seems to be okay with that even as Demi watches Joe cuddle into Nick's lap.
"Get off," Nick says, amused but firm as Joe's eyes get that light in their eyes. The light that says he's going to be more than a little annoying, and it's the same light that makes Demi start to giggle.
She's a little punch-drunk at being around these guys again. Canada always holds this mythical relaxation for her, one she didn't recognize the last time around. But now she can't help but look at Joe and Nick (and Kevin, when he's around) fondly.
"Nope," Joe says pushing closer, rubbing his cheek along Nick's like he's some giant cat or something.
"Joe, c'mon."
"Demi, tell Mr. Curmudgeon that he's being a spoilsport."
Joe has the look of someone who's well aware of what he's doing, which is the only reason Nick is putting up a fight, Demi thinks. It's not that they're weird or anything; they're pretty normal guys. It's just that Demi can't keep herself from looking looking at Joe and Nick and wondering just what exactly they get up to when they're having private "writing sessions".
She doesn't think it's anything too odd, but she's been wrong before.
"You're such a goof," she says to Joe finally, poking him in the stomach with one of her feet as he snorts and swats at her foot. They're comfortable, and her mind keeps going back to the way the two of them are interacting. Despite telling Joe to get off of him, Nick's not making any overtures to push Joe away.
"You are. Tell Nick what to doooo."
"Will not."
"Please? Pretty please? For me? With a cherry on top?"
"Nope. You tell him."
"But it sounds so much better when you say it," Joe says, grinning smugly as Nick finally snorts and shakes his head. Joe never seems to be able to help making Nick laugh like it's his life's mission or something.
"Fine then. Make him be quiet. Better?"
"Nope. Tell him what to do, Demi," Joe says, eyes lighting up with something else, something more mischievous and playful even as Nick straightens up. Nick's looking at Joe like his head is going to start spinning around at any moment. Joe looks back up at Nick and murmurs something that Demi barely hears and doesn't really understand.
"You said you wanted this," she hears, ears straining and mind trying to work it out. Taking in the body language, she can tell that Nick's uncomfortable and weird, but she's curious. Demi knows that the two of them are talking about something more important than just hanging out, and it's weird that something's happening now.
It seems so ludicrous that it would be happening at this moment in time even as some talk show plays on the TV in the background. Nick shifts a little, the sound viciously loud as she bites her lip.
"You heard her. Make me be quiet," Nick says after a moment of hesitation, a moment that seems to hang in the air and make her skin crawl with tension.
Demi doesn't know what's going to happen, but it's then that all the air in the room seems to be sucked out of it. It's like watching the eye of a hurricane approach when Joe wiggles around and leans up, pressing his lips against Nick's lips firmly.
It's not a kiss to annoy anyone, it's not a kiss in jest, it's not even affection. It's attraction, and Demi's actually pretty shocked while not being shocked. It's like seeing two friends kiss for the first time after they've been dancing around each other for years. And that's kind of how it is with Joe and Nick, the dancing and flirting, and Demi's always wondered if Joe was aware he was doing it.
Apparently he was.
Nick sighs a little, angling his head and kissing Joe more, and oh God, she can see their tongues slide together. They kiss for a few moments more, easy and lazy like they've done this before and that thought rockets through her, that they have. Maybe they've spent nights doing this, trading soft kisses and pleased noises back and forth.
The thought is more appealing than she'd like it to be, honestly. When Joe pulls back, his lips are slick and Nick's eyes and soft and warm. They look content, and that's what grabs her. It's what makes her swallow hard.
"Again," she says finally, voice barely shaking as they look at her, startled but aware. It's weird to feel that in the pit of her stomach, that slow pull of arousal. Demi knows that she should feel dirty about it, that they all should, but the look of warmth and pleasure that Joe shoots her is worth it. Nick watches her for a long moment, studying her and she blushes, bunching her hands in the hem of her shirt.
"I mean. Who knows if. If he'll stay quiet again," she says, trying to lighten the mood as Joe laughs low, the sound intimate and pleased as he leans up again. This time, Nick meets the kiss with curved lips, smiling softly as he wraps his hand around Joe's neck, cradling his head and kissing with intensity.
Joe sighs into the kiss, shifting them around so they're chest to chest and they actually angle themselves so Demi can see. Their lips slide against each other and Nick lets out one of those unguarded, happy noises that startles Demi.
Surging forward, Joe wraps his arms around Nick and kisses him harder, making noises in the back of his throat that have a shiver running down Demi's back. They kiss for another few minutes before Nick pulls back breathless and flushed. His eyes are bright and happy, and Joe's practically incandescent with happiness.
"What else?" Nick says, voice obscenely loud in the quiet hotel room as Joe slides his hands under Nick's shirt.
It should be dirty. It should be dirty, and wrong, but she can't help but look at the sense of peace they both radiate. Demi wonders briefly if they set this up; if this was the reason Kevin declined hanging out with them.
She wonders if it really matters.
"Um. I-I don't. What?"
"Tell me what else to do, Demi," Nick says, voice calm and easy as she swallows hard. His eyes have gone dark, Joe's too, and they both look entirely too calm about this all, and it's. Overwhelming.
Overwhelming with the urge to leave and scoot closer all at once.
"Touch. Um. Touch his chest and back?" she says, phrasing it like a question even as Joe grins impishly, leaning over to press a fleeting kiss against her cheek, close enough to her lips that it makes her smile a little. Nick watches them for a moment even as he slides his hands along Joe's back, palms skating across worn cotton.
They don't kiss again, touching gently and sliding palms over shirts even as they both watch her. Curious, she can't help the question that falls out of her mouth.
"Have you two. Ever. Um, done anything like this before?"
"Not really. Kissed a little. But we haven't really been sure about it, I guess," Joe says, rubbing his fingers into Nick's shoulder blades and Demi watches the tension leave Nick's shoulders.
"Why me?"
"We trust you," Nick says simply, drowsy almost, as Joe presses a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering, and the look on his face is so gentle and loving that it almost breaks Demi's heart. She's not one to judge, but this goes up there on the list of things you probably should run from.
It's just that she can't figure out how to bow out of it or if she even wants to.
"Kiss him, Nick," she says, watching the way that Joe looks over at her, looking for something as she pulls her legs up to her chest. She's not sure if he's checking to see if she's freaking out, or just looking at her. She's unable to turn away even as Nick pulls Joe in and kisses him softly. Their tongues tangle and oh God. she can't believe how warm she feels about this. She should be running.
And yet.
Demi doesn't know how to do anything but watch the way Joe curls into Nick, stretching his legs and his feet just barely brushing against Demi's calves. They're trading lazy kisses, sighing happily even as Nick pushes his hand under Joe's shirt.
"I didn't say to do that," she says without thinking, immediately blushing as Nick's head shoots up and he stares at her for a moment. Joe laughs, delighted, as he wiggles around and plants a wet kiss on her cheek. His lips are slick, swollen, and shiny from Nick's kissing, and it's the hottest thing she's seen in a while.
"So you're telling us what to do now, huh?" Nick says, voice rough. She struggles to not let her gaze wander, because she's not exactly sure if that's kosher. Or if it's even on the table for her to look.
"I guess so," she says, blushing more as Joe squeezes her knee, grinning impishly.
"Well?"
"Don't push her, Joe," Nick says as they fall into gentle bickering, the way that screams that they're brothers, and that should make it weird. It should make it wrong. She can't find anything wrong with it, if she's honest.
They keep bickering as she swallows, feeling strangely annoyed with herself for being so nervous or whatever it is she's feeling. Demi lets them bicker for a moment longer before she shifts the pillows behind her back, settling in as she speaks finally.
"Joe. Take his shirt off."
Silence comes over the room, save for the pitch of the TV frequency and the bare hint of words coming from it. She turns it off and watches Joe wiggle back over to Nick and slide his shirt up. Joe goes to touch his chest and she gets it, because wow.
Pushing her foot into Joe's side, she can't help but grin at the squeak he lets out, scooting over and glaring at her. Shrugging, she looks at Nick and bites her lip. Nick's watching her with intent - but warm - eyes as she takes a shaky breath.
"Nick. Take his shirt off and. And touch him," she says, feeling the slight waver to her voice as Nick reaches, sliding his hands under Joe's shirt, along his stomach and chest. She can see Joe's stomach suck in from the quick breath of air as Nick pulls it off. His hands slide around Joe's chest and stomach, fingers pausing to graze Joe's nipples and Demi can't help the noise she makes.
They look at her in concern before she blushes.
"You okay, Dems?" Joe asks, voice concerned, like Nick isn't touching him and like she can't see that they're both hard in their jeans.
"Yeah. Just. Didn't exactly expect this."
"I don't think we did either," Nick says shifting around so that she can see them more clearly, letting his fingers form chords and notes along Joe's chest. His fingers move lazily and she tries to follow the notes he makes, but it seems like intruding.
"Nick. Kiss. Kiss his chest like you want to." She knows that Nick's definitely smart enough to get that she's giving him enough freedom to do what he wants to. Joe's smart enough to understand, of course, it's just that he's mischievous enough to only do suggest what she says and nothing more.
Nick grins, predatory, and she can see the way that Joe's heartbeat has sped up, see the way his pulse jumps at the first touch of Nick's lips. Nick plants soft, wet, open kisses along Joe's neck, careful to not linger too long. Joe sighs, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as Nick fastens his lips around Joe's pulse point, sucking lightly.
"Hold. Hold his arms down, Nick," she says, swallowing hard as Nick pulls back and stares at her for almost a moment longer than what she's comfortable with. He looks startled, but she can't help it.
"You sure?" Nick asks as Demi lets a giggle slip through. The room is silent without the TV going, and the only thing she can hear is her own heartbeat, rushing through her ears, and Nick and Joe's breathing. The sound of fabric on fabric tells her that Joe's squirming around, even without her looking at him.
"I wanna see," she says, smiling a little crookedly as Nick lets a wide smile flash, teeth showing as he gathers Joe's arms. He touches softly, allowing himself to feel, and Joe curls his fingers against Nick's hands as they work Joe's arms above his head.
"Hold his hands, Demi," Nick says, looking up at her as Joe's hands slide along the skin of her ankles, shivers sliding along her spine. Shifting, Demi reaches and grabs Joe's hands, shaking a little and watching Nick as he leans up and kisses her nose lightly.
Laughing, Demi wrinkles her nose, feeling comfortable again as Joe squirms around, putting his head in her lap.
"What next?" he says, eager as Nick rolls his eyes fondly, leaning down and kissing him quick, tongue flashing for just a moment as Joe makes a frustrated noise. Joe's hands tighten on Demi's as she tosses her hair out of her face.
"Talk to him. Touch him and talk to him."
Nick looks a little nervous at this, but Demi doesn't let it bother her too much. She grabs one of the pillows from behind her and tucks it under Joe's head, smiling down at him when he presses a light kiss to her hand, watching Nick.
"I just. I like touching you, Joe," Nick says, sliding a hand along his chest and stomach, the silver of his ring glinting in the lamplight and that makes it all real as Joe watches Nick. Nick, who's almost reverently sliding his hand along Joe's stomach, watching the muscles twitch and jump, and Demi honestly doesn't know how she can look away from this. Joe's hands tighten on hers as Nick leans over, pressing his lips against the middle of Joe's chest.
"Want to see my hands all over you. Want to feel you come apart because of me and I just. I want to hear you moan and know that it's 'cause of me. Want to touch you constantly."
"Nick. It's. Please," Joe says voice raw as Demi licks her lips, squeezing Joe's hands.
"Kiss him, Nick. Kiss him and make him moan," she says, a little nervous as Joe sighs shakily when Nick leans over, kissing him hard. They change from soft and gentle, almost scared, to firm and dirty, like this is something they're used to. Nick sucks on Joe's bottom lip, hand bracing on Joe's chest, fingertips twitching over Joe's nipples lightly.
Joe sucks in a deep breath, arching his back a little, letting a noise slip out from between his lips. Nick kisses him harder, pushing his hips against Joe's as he settles on top of Joe, and Demi stares. She stares because Nick's working his hips against Joe's, and she can see the shift in the denim as Joe breaks the kiss to moan.
His voice sounds raspy and thick when he gasps as Nick starts kissing along Joe's neck. Nick doesn't pull up from kissing down, letting his lips graze every bit of skin he thinks about, teeth nibbling a path along Joe's collarbone.
"Thought about this. Thought about this for so long," Nick murmurs, dog tags dragging along Joe's chest and stomach, and it's just something that Demi never would have thought about. The silver glints in the low lamp light, sparks of light shining onto the walls around them.
"Tell him what you want, Joe," she says, startling Nick for a moment, before he looks up at her and smiles lazily, his lips tentatively wrapping around Joe's nipple. Nick looks unsure of himself for the split second before Joe lets out a groan, hands jerking against Demi's with the urge to touch.
"Want my pants off. Wanna feel you against me, Nick," he says, groaning when Nick grazes his teeth along the sensitive bud, and Demi can feel her own pulse jump. Nick moans into Joe's chest, muffling the sound as Joe whimpers. Oh God, Joe actually whimpers as Nick drags his mouth over to Joe's other nipple.
"Take his pants off," Demi says, hushed in the room as Nick kisses down. He kisses down, flashes of teeth and tongue clearly visible as she stares, unable to tear her eyes away. He unbuttons Joe's jeans slowly, hands shaking just enough to make Joe exhale shakily.
They're all nervous, Demi thinks, with no small amount of relief as Nick works Joe's pants down, and here's the part Demi never would have expected.
The fact that telling Nick to take Joe's pants off means that she'd actually have to watch the way Nick's eyes darken immediately and hear the sound that Joe makes when Nick palms him. Joe gasps, arching his hips, and Demi hears herself make a noise in response.
"S-sorry," Joe says, loosening his grip as she lets out a nervous giggle. Squeezing his hands, she watches Nick slowly pull Joe's boxers down before she speaks.
"It's okay. It's. Yeah," she says, cheeks flushing as Nick looks up at her from between Joe's legs, curious and smug. Sometimes that smug nature makes her want to smack Nick. But not tonight. She watches them, Nick's hair a stark contrast against Joe's tan skin. Joe's gorgeous, she thinks, taking time to look him over and wondering if she'd just always ignored that in favor of their friendship. Her cheeks are hot and there's warmth starting to fan into a burn as Joe gently raises his hips to help Nick out.
"I think she likes watching, Joe," Nick says, grinning as he tosses Joe's boxers behind him and shifts back up. Joe's skin dimples with goosebumps as Nick takes the time to touch his thighs and graze his fingertips along the sensitive skin of Joe's groin. His fingers slide through dark pubic hair and Joe groans deep in his chest, echoing around the room groan.
"Do you, Demi?" Joe asks, gasping hard, arching his hips again as Nick wraps a careful hand around his dick.
"Thought. Thought this was about you two," she says, voice shaking a little from nerves and arousal as Joe brings her hands down to rest on his chest. She touches his skin and can't help but gasp quietly, unused to this intimacy with Joe. Naked, he looks even better. The muscles in his legs are tense and when she looks down at him, meeting his eyes, she finds that there's a comfort there, even despite all of this.
"Hands back up, Joe," Nick says, voice dark and rough. It sends a shiver along Demi's spine without warning. Joe looks down at Nick and grins, impish, for a second before he puts his hands back up, leaving Demi's hands on his chest.
Demi quite honestly has no clue what to do.
"What next, Demi?"
Nick's looking up at her as he teasingly slides his fingers along Joe's dick, making his hips twitch and little noises start coming from Joe's throat. He's starting to sound desperate and Nick looks mostly smug, but partly amazed at what's happening.
"Stroke him," she says, hands starting to slide up before she realizes that she has nowhere to go with her hands. Joe looks up at her, eyes going hazy as Nick slowly starts stroking him.
Joe groans, shivering hard as Nick tightens his hand, thumb swiping over the top and there's a brief, suspended moment where Demi feels her fingertips graze over Joe's chest. Joe moans loudly, voice breaking as Nick squeezes his hand gently before Demi looks down at him.
"S-stop," she says, eyes watching Nick slowly stop and hearing Joe make a strangled, annoyed noise.
"Demi?" Nick says, leaving his hands braced onto Joe's thighs as she swallows hard.
"I um. I think that you should go look in the side pocket of my duffel bag," she says, feeling amazed at her own audacity. Yeah, okay, so it's one thing to have lotion and use it for chapped lips, but it's another thing entirely to have lotion and to be telling a friend to use it on another friend.
Nick stares at her even as Joe looks down at Nick, both of them looking a little shocked and unable to think about it really.
"I don't. What?"
"I um. I might have a condom in my purse?" she says, unable to truly believe that these words are coming out of her mouth. It's not that she really goes around having sex, it's just that the minute she started dating Trace, her Mom had shoved a couple into Demi's purse. It was embarrassing and she's pretty sure her Mom never thought the condoms would actually get used.
"Joe?" Nick asks, unsure, and Demi starts to maybe panic. She doesn't want to pressure them, and she definitely doesn't want to freak them out, but the way that Joe rolls his hips and grins slowly takes her breath away. She's felt like that for a while, since they kissed, and there's heat pooling in her belly and a shiver working it's way along her body.
"Yeah. I. Yeah. Please," Joe says making Nick bite his lip as he pushes up, leaning over the bed to press his lips to Joe's gently, kissing lazily even as he pulls back.
"Are you okay?" Joe asks Demi while Nick finds the lotion and oh God, there actually is a condom in Demi's purse. Demi doesn't know what tomorrow's going to be like, but the way that Joe looks concerned makes her smile a little.
"Yeah. I'm good," she says, pushing some of his hair out of his face as he grins up at her.
"Hey, Demi?" Nick says as he comes back over to the bed, putting her purse down on the nightstand.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
That's all that Nick says, but he smiles at her before leaning over to kiss her lightly. He doesn't try to further it, but he doesn't exactly pull back super fast either. She's left blinking at him as Joe grins even more.
"Take your pants and boxers off, Nick," she says, startling a laugh out of Joe. Joe seems surprised by all of this, but delighted as Nick snorts. The laughter, despite the nerves, seems to loosen something in the room as Nick slowly pulls his pants and boxers off.
Demi can't help blushing, biting her lip as she watches both Joe and Nick look each other over. They're both hard and she honestly can't believe she's watching this happen, and she also can't believe she's making them instigate it.
"So, here's my question," says Joe as he wriggles back on the bed, watching Nick open the lotion, not nervous, just calm, and Demi can't quite believe that.
"Go for it," she says, tucking some of his hair behind his ear as he grins up at her before looking over at Nick again.
"How exactly are we going to do this? I mean. I've never done this before." Joe says, sounding exasperated and amused.
"Like I have!" Nick exclaims.
"Well, I know you've looked it up."
"Joe!"
"What? You should clear your internet history better," Joe says, grinning without a sense of remorse as Nick sighs and shakes his head fondly. Demi can't help giggling after the exchange between them, cheeks still hot as Nick settles onto the bed, condom open and lotion sitting close by. He slides his hands up Joe's thighs, gently touching and grinning when Joe gasps a little, hips jerking. He's flushed and hard and Demi can't help but just stare.
"Then you should hush and let me do this," Nick says, leaning down to press a light kiss against the skin of Joe's stomach, seemingly interested in the way Joe sucks in a breath. Joe nods and grins up at Demi as she swallows hard, watching intently as Nick carefully coats two fingers in the lotion.
"Nick?"
"Joe, hush," Demi says as Joe pouts and watches Nick. Nick shoots her a grateful look as his hand slides around and Demi actually hears the slick sound of Nick's finger sliding into Joe. Joe lets out a noise, contemplative and startled all at once as he squirms.
"What's. What's it feel like, Nick?" she asks, blushing bright red as Nick looks at her and arches an eyebrow.
"Hot. Tight. Tighter than. Tighter than a girl," he says, and Joe looks even more startled, huffing a laugh when Nick makes a face at the way Joe wiggles his hips. Joe lets out a sound, soft and questioning, when Nick shifts around, and the moan Joe lets out is obscene. She has no clue what Nick just did, but the low throb in her groin is screaming for him to do it again.
"I don't. Really know what I'm doing, but I think that might have been good, huh?" Nick says, looking positively evil as Joe gasps hard when Nick does whatever it is again.
"Tell him how good it is, Joe," Demi says, breathless as she watches the muscles in Nick's arm bunch as he carefully thrusts his finger and she doesn't know he's added another until Joe chokes out a garbled moan.
"Good. So good, oh God. Didn't. Think it'd feel like that. Nick, God, your fingers. Oh please. I don't. Oh God, I have no clue what you're doing but if you keep doing it, I'm totally gonna come,"
Nick laughs, low and thick and husky and Demi has no clue how she could have ever thought of Nick as just a friend. Because the look of him, flushed, eyes bright, curls damp from sweat and muscles bunching as he thrusts his fingers inside of Joe is the hottest thing she's ever seen.
"Just wait, okay? I wanna make sure you're stretched. I'm gonna add another finger, okay?" Nick says, leaning in and kissing along Joe's thigh as Joe lets out a petulant whine. Demi watches and thinks that this is one of those things she should walk away from. Just walk away and forget about it. But she simply can't.
"I'll try. But make it quick," Joe says, trying for bossy, but instead just getting desperate.
"You look amazing," Nick says conversationally as he carefully adds more lotion to his fingers, pushing a third in, and Demi can't help but shiver at the sounds that echo all over the room. Joe groans, arching into it and shuddering hard, gasping.
"Nick! C'mon," Joe says, breathless and whiny as Nick eases Joe into more thrusts and Demi can't help but stare. Joe's hard and flushed, leaking onto his belly, and Demi wants to just look away, because this is weird. It's weird and she doesn't even know why she's doing it.
At least, she doesn't until Nick shifts up and touches her knee lightly - with the hand not covered in lotion, thank God, she thinks - looking concerned.
"I'm okay. It's just. Do you guys really want me here for this?" she asks, looking down at Joe who smiles a little, leaning up between them and kissing her lightly. He tests the waters, lightly pressing a few kisses along the corners of her lips.
"We really want you here for this."
Nick pushes Joe back down and kisses her. Actually kisses her this time, sliding his tongue along her lower lip and just easily kissing her stupid. He pulls back and Demi is just. Struck dumb, really.
"If we didn't want you here for this, Demi, I think we would have already kicked you out. Now. Do me a favor and hold Joe down for me," he says, brushing their lips together again. All Demi can do is nod. She shifts and gets a good grip on Joe's wrists, pressing down as he breathes out through his nose heavily.
"Good?"
"Yeah," he says as they both watch Nick carefully roll the condom on, the way his forehead wrinkles makes something softer come over Joe's face before Nick wiggles around.
"Good, Joe?"
"Yep. Love you, Nick."
"Love you too," Nick says, looking startled by it as he smiles, easy and comfortable as he moves into place, carefully pushing in. Demi can't see what's going on and she almost doesn't want to, but the sound Joe makes has her staring. Nick's got his head tossed back and he groans deep, the sound resonating as Joe lets out little breathy whimpers. His hands jerk against hers with the urge to touch Nick, but Nick seems to be focused on not hurting Joe.
"Oh my God, amazing. This is. I don't. It. Nick, oh God, please. More," Joe babbles, voice thready as he struggles to move his hips against Nick. Nick who holds his hips down tightly, eyes dark as he slowly starts thrusting.
They make ungodly noises; grunts and groans, and she can hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. With every sound, there's a throb of her heartbeat, like she's matching them, and when Joe cries out, she feels her eyes go wide. Her whole body feels overheated and taught as she watches Joe's adam's apple bob with a swallow.
The thing is, the thing she didn't expect, is that Joe is stunningly beautiful when he comes. He chokes on what sounds oddly like a wail, breath coming in short stutters as spurts of come streak across his chest. Joe lies there, panting harshly as he tries to roll his hips.
Nick's hands tighten, and she can see his knuckles turning white and hear the sound he makes. Demi kind of thinks that she's never been this turned on before as Nick tosses his head back, making broken sounds that come from his throat. She still feels shaky, unsure of this even as arousal still thrums through her veins.
There's a moment of dead silence before Joe blows a hard breath out through his lips, goosebumps littering his arms as Demi slowly lets go of his wrists. Her hands ache, and when she looks down at Joe, he looks lazy and sated, and above all, pleased.
"Joe," Nick whispers as he pulls out, tying the condom off and tossing it down as Joe sits up and kisses him hard. They spend a few minutes clinging to each other, kissing furiously, and the love that radiates from it startles Demi.
Joe pulls back and hugs Nick to him close, kissing him again, softer this time as Nick picks up a corner of the rumpled bedspread and wipes them both off, giving a little laugh.
Demi swallows hard before easing herself off of the bed on shaky legs. She's never felt this amped up and intruding all at once. And okay, yes. She's seen porn, thanks to Trace, but it's never made her feel like this before, anxious and tight. Her ears roar indistinctly as she pushes away just how turned on she is by what she's just seen. As she starts to walk off to the bathroom, she hears Joe make a soft noise.
"Dems?" he asks, sounding worried as she turns, face turning bright red even as her fingers tangle in the hem of her ratty t-shirt.
"I don't. This isn't."
Demi takes a moment to compose herself, legs still just as shaky before she tilts her head and smiles. She walks over and kisses both of them lightly on the lips.
"Maybe try it this time without me, hmm?"
Joe pulls her into a tight hug, all warm around her and gentle even as he whispers into her ear, Nick's agreement echoing around them.
"If you ever wanna do a rain check," Joe says, trailing off.
"I know," she says, smiling at them before she stands and collects her things before walking to the door. Turning, she watches them curl up together before she opens the door and steps outside.
Demi waits until the door clicks closed before letting out a harsh breath and sinking to the floor with her back against the wall.
Going to her room can wait. For now, she needs to absorb this.
There's a strange, happy, yet hollow feeling in her chest, but when she hears Joe's surprised laughter, she thinks that it's okay.
