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Title: Naughty Nights For Niceness
Pairing: Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacles. (YES, YOU HEARD ME.)
Word Count: 2030
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. The title and cut text comes from the song "Fluorescent Adolescent" by Artic Monkeys.
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Mike is an amazing boyfriend. Like, Kevin knows nobody expects him to be, but he's interesting, he's cool, and most of all, he's hot.
He's so hot and he's amazing at making out, Kevin thinks, as Mike's lips trail down to his neck. Mike's teeth graze the skin right beneath his earlobe, a scrape and it sends a shudder down Kevin's spine. Kevin feels his arms tighten around Mike as his fingers slide into Mike's hair.
Kevin sometimes misses the long hair Mike used to have, misses pushing his hands into his hair and tugging and hearing soft noises. Mike shifts, pushing up into him and oh gosh, Mike's hard and grinding against him and it's everything Kevin wants.
And nothing he can have.
Gasping, Kevin pulls back and swallows hard, feeling heat in all over him, his skin itchy and taut and Kevin wants to get naked. He wants to slide back against Mike and feel every inch of Mike like they both want. But instead, he's pulling back and shifting out of Mike's lap, lips buzzing from stubble against stubble and skin hot.
"I. Sorry. I don't mean. I'm sorry," Kevin says, watching Mike tip his head back. It makes Kevin want to explore, it makes Kevin want to try everything he's ever thought about (and some he hasn't).
"Just. Shut up for a minute. It's fine," Mike says, scrubbing his hands over his face and through his hair, leaving it sticking up even more than before and Kevin wants to be back into his lap.
"It's fine," Mike says again, pulling Kevin over and sighing. Kevin sinks against Mike's chest and feels his arms and Kevin wants to touch Mike, wants to see what makes him moan and.
This is not helping.
Kevin thinks of everything he can, hoping that the hot, itchy urge for more will go away if he just calms down. His stomach rolls and his throat feels tight as Mike presses a kiss to his forehead, gentle and careful.
The only thing worse than being a virgin with a purity ring and a hot boyfriend is being a virgin with a purity ring, a hot boyfriend, and tentacles for reproductive organs.
"You're gonna have to tell him at some point," Nick says as Kevin fiddles with his phone. There's a text message there, waiting for a reply and Kevin wonders if Nick's been waiting for an opening for this. Easy for Nick, his girlfriend doesn't care and made that clear.
Besides, even though someone knows people have tentacles doesn't mean Mike would want to know his boyfriend has tentacles.
"I will."
"What, when you two break up because you won't let him grope you?"
"Joe."
"What? It's true, Nick. He knows it," says Joe, draping himself over the chair and throwing his feet into Nick's lap. Sometimes Kevin loves his brothers.
Sometimes.
"It's stupid. What if he leaves me?"
"Then he's stupid, Kevin. It's just tentacles," Joe says, shrugging as Kevin picks his phone back up and reads the message there.
Tour's done. Wanna come to Chicago? - Mike
Just tentacles. Sure.
"Missed you," Mike says finally, once they get back to his place, lips stretching into a soft smile. Mike's softer now, Kevin's noticed. When he met him, Mike drank twice as much, didn't talk half as much and Kevin knows that William (if not the rest of Mike's friends) think it's magic.
No, really. Adam actually called Kevin magical, and Kevin wanted to laugh, but Adam had seen so serious.
Kevin wants to ask, but he figures that asking Mike to spill his secrets isn't such a good idea when you've got your own. Especially when yours are physical and not anything that was fixed. But he enjoys his time with Mike, enjoys feeling Mike's hand on his lower back as Kevin helps put up groceries.
He enjoys the way that Mike crowds him against the counter, kissing him lazily, taking his time and enjoying the silence. Kevin sighs against his lips, arching into Mike when Mike grinds down against him. They share a groan, breathing the same air and when Kevin pulls back, Mike's giving him one of those looks.
"So, I have a bed," Mike says, threading his fingers in Kevin's hair, carefully combing through, letting his fingers get caught on the curls. Kevin wants to tell him that as long as he keeps doing that, Kevin's never going to be able to answer him.
"Oh, yeah?" Kevin says, trying to stall as he realizes that the warmth in his belly isn't just arousal. It's arousal and it's fear and worry, worst of all. Kevin doesn't actually think Mike will leave him, but Kevin's more worried about seeing Mike lose that soft warmth.
"Mm, yeah."
Kevin tries to not panic, because oh god, Mike's going to hear he's one of those tentacle freaks and is gonna kick him out and then Joe's gonna kill him and it's gonna be a huge Disney versus FBR war, and Kevin loves Disney, but they are not cut out to go up against FBR.
"I need to tell you something and I don't want you to be mad or upset. Because god, this is weird, and I know it's weird and I just don't want you to leave me, because then Joe'll get weird and kill you and I just don't think Disney can handle your friends and -"
"Spit it out, Kevin."
"Um. You know how some people have. Different stuff? Like. Um, tentacles? I'm one of them. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think I was a freak, and I know it's weird and. You're not saying anything. Mike?"
Kevin feels panic welling up in him that rockets into shock when Mike leans closer, sliding his hand down Kevin's front. And he isn't, he can't be. Kevin blinks a half second before Mike squeezes and Kevin's left gasping.
"Not weird. Butcher's got 'em too. Were you really that worried?" Mike says, moving his hand around, and Kevin is whimpering. Just. Whimpering and making noises that he didn't realize he could make as he clutches at Mike's arms.
"I. Yes. It's weird," Kevin says, hearing Mike laugh as his hand slides under Kevin's shirt. Mike's hand is blazing hot and when he starts toying with the button on Kevin's pants, Kevin finally looks at him. Mike's eyes are just as intense and when he leans forward, Kevin feels his lips move before he ever hears him speak.
"I have a bed. And a few ideas to show you that it's not so weird," Mike says, voice soft, teasing and almost mocking and Kevin would hate it from anyone else. Absolutely hate it, but from Mike it's standard and besides that, Mike's hand is completely buried in the tentacles.
Kevin feels his knees go week as he lets out some noise that is halfway to yelping and close to a groan. Mike looks vaguely surprised, but he grins, pulling his hand out of Kevin's pants and Kevin just wants to let Mike do whatever he wants.
"How many are there?" Mike asks, voice rough and eyes dark as Kevin breathes hard. His heart is slamming against his chest and he can barely think.
"F-four," Kevin says, blushing and feeling sweat starting to gather in the middle of his back. Mike grins as he tugs on Kevin's hands, leading him to the bedroom and ordinarily, Kevin would feel nervous. The only thing he feels right then though is the urge to get his pants off. It's not that Kevin doesn't believe in the values of his purity ring; that's not it at all.
It's that you can't reveal, 'Oh, hey, I have tentacles for reproductive organs', to just anyone and using a purity ring helps. And Kevin does believe in God, believes in him wholeheartedly, it's just that tentacles complicate everything.
"Are you okay?" Mike asks, smacking his hand around the wall before he turns the light on. Kevin wants to say no, wants to tell him that they should go cuddle on the couch, but Kevin's pretty sure he doesn't want that.
"Yeah. Tentacles just. Complicate things," Kevin settles on, hoping that that's the end of it, but Mike just snorts and lightly pushes on Kevin. Kevin lets Mike lead him back to the bed and with Mike laying on top of him it's everything Kevin's thought about. It's stupid, because Mike has toured with Pete Wentz; tentacles wouldn't phase him, Kevin thinks.
"Nah. You might be complicated," Mike teases, tugging on Kevin's shirt and that's fine. Kevin's okay with that. He likes feeling Mike's chest pressed against his, smooth, warm skin pressed against his own and when Mike goes to tug on Kevin's pants, that's when Kevin tenses.
"I just. Worry."
"Kevin? This will not be the first time I've seen tentacles on a dude. I've seen them on a chick. I like them," Mike says from where he's laying almost completely on top of Kevin's lower half. Kevin blinks and nods slowly, lifting his butt off of the bed as Mike tugs, grabbing his boxers on the way down.
Mike looks up at him, eyes intense and hungry and Kevin swallows hard. Mike shimmies out of his pants and it's just.
Kevin honestly never once thought he'd get to this point ever with Mike.
"Not weird," Mike says, reassuring as he reaches and just buries his hand in Kevin's tentacles. It's weird and wrong and right and Kevin doesn't even blush at the keen that escapes his mouth.
"C'mere. Come here," Kevin says, urgency singing through his veins as Mike slides up, kissing him hard. It feels out of control, it feels heady, and Kevin curls his tentacles around Mike, careful and slow. Mike pulls back, letting out a strangled groan and pushing against him, hips grinding against Kevin.
Kevin's never even begun to think about how this would be, how it would be with Mike. He clings to Mike, letting his brain turn off and barely paying attention to Mike's hands, but when a finger slides into him, Kevin's arching, gasping brokenly. The sounds he's making has his cheeks flushing, his heart hammering, and when he looks at Mike, Mike's intent on watching. Kevin wants to die, his tentacles curling around Mike's hand, directing him and at least part of Kevin knows what he wants.
Mike curls his fingers, grinning smugly when Kevin yelps, tentacles gripping Mike's hand firmly. Kevin wants to tell him that he's nervous, but the only thing Kevin can think about is watching Mike slick up, rolling a condom on. It's one of those things that should be embarrassing and should have Kevin looking away.
Kevin can't stop watching.
When Mike pushes into him, it's like nothing he's ever thought about (and only a little like what he's tried out on himself), Kevin lets out a groan. Tilting his head back, he feels his thighs shaking, his tentacles wrapping around Mike, encouraging and drawing a quiet snort from Mike.
"What?" Kevin asks breathlessly, voice hitching as Mike adjusts the angle, thrusting deeper and fingertips tight on Kevin's hips.
"Thought. Always thought I'd have to convince you," Mike says, voice breaking off into a deep groan, the kind that sends a shudder along Kevin's spine.
"Just. Just because I've never doesn't mean I haven't wanted to," Kevin says, fingertips digging into Mike's shoulders and he's close. He's so close, he can feel pressure building in all four tentacles. It's like a slow burn being fanned into fire and when he comes, he's aware of the fact that his vision's whited out and he's shaking uncontrollably.
Mike comes a few moments later, jerking and gasping and Kevin wishes his vision were clear enough for him to watch intently. Watch Mike like Mike's been watching Kevin. A shiver runs itself over Kevin's body as he settles, opening his eyes and licking his lips and when Mike kisses him, it's comfortable.
Grimacing, Kevin wrinkles his nose when Mike pulls out, tying and tossing the condom and Kevin wants to go 'ew', but there's come all over him and that's possibly even worse. Mike's getting ready to speak when Kevin can't help it any longer.
"You know, I honestly didn't think they'd be that messy,"
Mike blinks, looks down at Kevin's belly and then to his own before he starts laughing. Kevin would complain but watching Mike laugh is worth putting off nagging for a washcloth.
Mostly.
sodamnskippy bingo!Title: Naughty Nights For Niceness
Pairing: Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacles. (YES, YOU HEARD ME.)
Word Count: 2030
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. The title and cut text comes from the song "Fluorescent Adolescent" by Artic Monkeys.
ETA: THIS FIC NOW HAS A MIX AND ART BY THE LOVELY
akire_yta, SEE IT HERE, OMG!ETA 2: THIS FIC NOW HAS DVD COMMENTARY BY ME! \o/
Mike is an amazing boyfriend. Like, Kevin knows nobody expects him to be, but he's interesting, he's cool, and most of all, he's hot.
He's so hot and he's amazing at making out, Kevin thinks, as Mike's lips trail down to his neck. Mike's teeth graze the skin right beneath his earlobe, a scrape and it sends a shudder down Kevin's spine. Kevin feels his arms tighten around Mike as his fingers slide into Mike's hair.
Kevin sometimes misses the long hair Mike used to have, misses pushing his hands into his hair and tugging and hearing soft noises. Mike shifts, pushing up into him and oh gosh, Mike's hard and grinding against him and it's everything Kevin wants.
And nothing he can have.
Gasping, Kevin pulls back and swallows hard, feeling heat in all over him, his skin itchy and taut and Kevin wants to get naked. He wants to slide back against Mike and feel every inch of Mike like they both want. But instead, he's pulling back and shifting out of Mike's lap, lips buzzing from stubble against stubble and skin hot.
"I. Sorry. I don't mean. I'm sorry," Kevin says, watching Mike tip his head back. It makes Kevin want to explore, it makes Kevin want to try everything he's ever thought about (and some he hasn't).
"Just. Shut up for a minute. It's fine," Mike says, scrubbing his hands over his face and through his hair, leaving it sticking up even more than before and Kevin wants to be back into his lap.
"It's fine," Mike says again, pulling Kevin over and sighing. Kevin sinks against Mike's chest and feels his arms and Kevin wants to touch Mike, wants to see what makes him moan and.
This is not helping.
Kevin thinks of everything he can, hoping that the hot, itchy urge for more will go away if he just calms down. His stomach rolls and his throat feels tight as Mike presses a kiss to his forehead, gentle and careful.
The only thing worse than being a virgin with a purity ring and a hot boyfriend is being a virgin with a purity ring, a hot boyfriend, and tentacles for reproductive organs.
"You're gonna have to tell him at some point," Nick says as Kevin fiddles with his phone. There's a text message there, waiting for a reply and Kevin wonders if Nick's been waiting for an opening for this. Easy for Nick, his girlfriend doesn't care and made that clear.
Besides, even though someone knows people have tentacles doesn't mean Mike would want to know his boyfriend has tentacles.
"I will."
"What, when you two break up because you won't let him grope you?"
"Joe."
"What? It's true, Nick. He knows it," says Joe, draping himself over the chair and throwing his feet into Nick's lap. Sometimes Kevin loves his brothers.
Sometimes.
"It's stupid. What if he leaves me?"
"Then he's stupid, Kevin. It's just tentacles," Joe says, shrugging as Kevin picks his phone back up and reads the message there.
Tour's done. Wanna come to Chicago? - Mike
Just tentacles. Sure.
"Missed you," Mike says finally, once they get back to his place, lips stretching into a soft smile. Mike's softer now, Kevin's noticed. When he met him, Mike drank twice as much, didn't talk half as much and Kevin knows that William (if not the rest of Mike's friends) think it's magic.
No, really. Adam actually called Kevin magical, and Kevin wanted to laugh, but Adam had seen so serious.
Kevin wants to ask, but he figures that asking Mike to spill his secrets isn't such a good idea when you've got your own. Especially when yours are physical and not anything that was fixed. But he enjoys his time with Mike, enjoys feeling Mike's hand on his lower back as Kevin helps put up groceries.
He enjoys the way that Mike crowds him against the counter, kissing him lazily, taking his time and enjoying the silence. Kevin sighs against his lips, arching into Mike when Mike grinds down against him. They share a groan, breathing the same air and when Kevin pulls back, Mike's giving him one of those looks.
"So, I have a bed," Mike says, threading his fingers in Kevin's hair, carefully combing through, letting his fingers get caught on the curls. Kevin wants to tell him that as long as he keeps doing that, Kevin's never going to be able to answer him.
"Oh, yeah?" Kevin says, trying to stall as he realizes that the warmth in his belly isn't just arousal. It's arousal and it's fear and worry, worst of all. Kevin doesn't actually think Mike will leave him, but Kevin's more worried about seeing Mike lose that soft warmth.
"Mm, yeah."
Kevin tries to not panic, because oh god, Mike's going to hear he's one of those tentacle freaks and is gonna kick him out and then Joe's gonna kill him and it's gonna be a huge Disney versus FBR war, and Kevin loves Disney, but they are not cut out to go up against FBR.
"I need to tell you something and I don't want you to be mad or upset. Because god, this is weird, and I know it's weird and I just don't want you to leave me, because then Joe'll get weird and kill you and I just don't think Disney can handle your friends and -"
"Spit it out, Kevin."
"Um. You know how some people have. Different stuff? Like. Um, tentacles? I'm one of them. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think I was a freak, and I know it's weird and. You're not saying anything. Mike?"
Kevin feels panic welling up in him that rockets into shock when Mike leans closer, sliding his hand down Kevin's front. And he isn't, he can't be. Kevin blinks a half second before Mike squeezes and Kevin's left gasping.
"Not weird. Butcher's got 'em too. Were you really that worried?" Mike says, moving his hand around, and Kevin is whimpering. Just. Whimpering and making noises that he didn't realize he could make as he clutches at Mike's arms.
"I. Yes. It's weird," Kevin says, hearing Mike laugh as his hand slides under Kevin's shirt. Mike's hand is blazing hot and when he starts toying with the button on Kevin's pants, Kevin finally looks at him. Mike's eyes are just as intense and when he leans forward, Kevin feels his lips move before he ever hears him speak.
"I have a bed. And a few ideas to show you that it's not so weird," Mike says, voice soft, teasing and almost mocking and Kevin would hate it from anyone else. Absolutely hate it, but from Mike it's standard and besides that, Mike's hand is completely buried in the tentacles.
Kevin feels his knees go week as he lets out some noise that is halfway to yelping and close to a groan. Mike looks vaguely surprised, but he grins, pulling his hand out of Kevin's pants and Kevin just wants to let Mike do whatever he wants.
"How many are there?" Mike asks, voice rough and eyes dark as Kevin breathes hard. His heart is slamming against his chest and he can barely think.
"F-four," Kevin says, blushing and feeling sweat starting to gather in the middle of his back. Mike grins as he tugs on Kevin's hands, leading him to the bedroom and ordinarily, Kevin would feel nervous. The only thing he feels right then though is the urge to get his pants off. It's not that Kevin doesn't believe in the values of his purity ring; that's not it at all.
It's that you can't reveal, 'Oh, hey, I have tentacles for reproductive organs', to just anyone and using a purity ring helps. And Kevin does believe in God, believes in him wholeheartedly, it's just that tentacles complicate everything.
"Are you okay?" Mike asks, smacking his hand around the wall before he turns the light on. Kevin wants to say no, wants to tell him that they should go cuddle on the couch, but Kevin's pretty sure he doesn't want that.
"Yeah. Tentacles just. Complicate things," Kevin settles on, hoping that that's the end of it, but Mike just snorts and lightly pushes on Kevin. Kevin lets Mike lead him back to the bed and with Mike laying on top of him it's everything Kevin's thought about. It's stupid, because Mike has toured with Pete Wentz; tentacles wouldn't phase him, Kevin thinks.
"Nah. You might be complicated," Mike teases, tugging on Kevin's shirt and that's fine. Kevin's okay with that. He likes feeling Mike's chest pressed against his, smooth, warm skin pressed against his own and when Mike goes to tug on Kevin's pants, that's when Kevin tenses.
"I just. Worry."
"Kevin? This will not be the first time I've seen tentacles on a dude. I've seen them on a chick. I like them," Mike says from where he's laying almost completely on top of Kevin's lower half. Kevin blinks and nods slowly, lifting his butt off of the bed as Mike tugs, grabbing his boxers on the way down.
Mike looks up at him, eyes intense and hungry and Kevin swallows hard. Mike shimmies out of his pants and it's just.
Kevin honestly never once thought he'd get to this point ever with Mike.
"Not weird," Mike says, reassuring as he reaches and just buries his hand in Kevin's tentacles. It's weird and wrong and right and Kevin doesn't even blush at the keen that escapes his mouth.
"C'mere. Come here," Kevin says, urgency singing through his veins as Mike slides up, kissing him hard. It feels out of control, it feels heady, and Kevin curls his tentacles around Mike, careful and slow. Mike pulls back, letting out a strangled groan and pushing against him, hips grinding against Kevin.
Kevin's never even begun to think about how this would be, how it would be with Mike. He clings to Mike, letting his brain turn off and barely paying attention to Mike's hands, but when a finger slides into him, Kevin's arching, gasping brokenly. The sounds he's making has his cheeks flushing, his heart hammering, and when he looks at Mike, Mike's intent on watching. Kevin wants to die, his tentacles curling around Mike's hand, directing him and at least part of Kevin knows what he wants.
Mike curls his fingers, grinning smugly when Kevin yelps, tentacles gripping Mike's hand firmly. Kevin wants to tell him that he's nervous, but the only thing Kevin can think about is watching Mike slick up, rolling a condom on. It's one of those things that should be embarrassing and should have Kevin looking away.
Kevin can't stop watching.
When Mike pushes into him, it's like nothing he's ever thought about (and only a little like what he's tried out on himself), Kevin lets out a groan. Tilting his head back, he feels his thighs shaking, his tentacles wrapping around Mike, encouraging and drawing a quiet snort from Mike.
"What?" Kevin asks breathlessly, voice hitching as Mike adjusts the angle, thrusting deeper and fingertips tight on Kevin's hips.
"Thought. Always thought I'd have to convince you," Mike says, voice breaking off into a deep groan, the kind that sends a shudder along Kevin's spine.
"Just. Just because I've never doesn't mean I haven't wanted to," Kevin says, fingertips digging into Mike's shoulders and he's close. He's so close, he can feel pressure building in all four tentacles. It's like a slow burn being fanned into fire and when he comes, he's aware of the fact that his vision's whited out and he's shaking uncontrollably.
Mike comes a few moments later, jerking and gasping and Kevin wishes his vision were clear enough for him to watch intently. Watch Mike like Mike's been watching Kevin. A shiver runs itself over Kevin's body as he settles, opening his eyes and licking his lips and when Mike kisses him, it's comfortable.
Grimacing, Kevin wrinkles his nose when Mike pulls out, tying and tossing the condom and Kevin wants to go 'ew', but there's come all over him and that's possibly even worse. Mike's getting ready to speak when Kevin can't help it any longer.
"You know, I honestly didn't think they'd be that messy,"
Mike blinks, looks down at Kevin's belly and then to his own before he starts laughing. Kevin would complain but watching Mike laugh is worth putting off nagging for a washcloth.
Mostly.
