I've gotten a few comments on how violent Joe is, so I would just like to clarify something. I don't disagree with that, because, yes, he is violent. But keep in mind that they do, in fact, hate each other. They're rivals. That's why the first chapter is called Perplexing Rivalry. They hate each other, but it's all twisted up into these encounters filled with sexual tension.
Also, in other news, I may post two chapters today... Just because it's Saturday and I have a little more free time than normal. :) (But my rules still apply. You have to ask for the new chapter.)
Well, anyway. Enjoy. :)
Chapter 4 – Flee his castle
The trio left school for Joe's house. Surprisingly, Demi's parents had allowed her to go to Joe's house as long as she stayed away from Nick's apartment.
Joe led them to his house, a subdued, silently fuming Nick and an excited Demi followed.
The train ride was brief and quiet. Nick watched the familiar scenery pass by while Demi stole glances at Joe. An aggravated baby's cry rang out and old men flipped their newspapers noisily.
A short walk followed the train ride until the trio entered a neighborhood whose street was lined with large houses. Manicured lawns, wind chimes and cold iron gates greeted their approach. Joe stopped in front of one of the large houses and entered a code in a keypad, opening the gates. They passed a lush yard and stopped at a large, decorated glass door. Intricate metal work held the glass pieces in shape.
Joe unlocked his front door, opened it uncaringly and beckoned his guests in. Demi drew her breath in silently, awed at the magnificent yet subtle affluence around her.
Silence met their arrival. Joe prompted them inside.
"No one's home," he announced offhandedly.
Demi paused from marveling at the beautiful foyer. As Joe's words registered, she faltered in her steps. "What?" she asked, eyes widening with oncoming dismay.
"They must be working late." Joe removed his shoes and pointed in the direction of the living room. "Wait there."
Nick dragged a stupefied Demi inside with him. They removed their shoes and walked into the living room, sinking into a plush, seashell-toned couch which matched the light décor of the living space.
"Nick…" Demi ventured, twisting the hem of her uniform skirt nervously. "I can't be here."
"Eh? Why not?" Absently, he unpacked his books and a few sheets of paper. He shuffled through a folder until he found the assignment sheet. He looked up at the distressed tone of her usually effervescent voice.
"We're alone, Nick." She directed her fingertips toward herself. "I'm alone…" she stressed, "with two guys!"
"So? You know me, and aren't you happy to be alone with him?" He brushed off her rising panic.
"As much as it makes me happy…" She sighed with resignation. "My parents trusted me and they will probably call. I... I can't risk this Nick, not with the overnight trip coming up."
She stood, walking out of the living room and back to the foyer. Sitting down, she started to put on her discarded shoes. She looked unhappy yet resigned.
"Wha? Deemmi! You can't be serious! What about the project?" He was starting to panic himself.
"I'll cover the first five chapters. We will divide it among ourselves, five chapters each... I'll make notes... You guys do the same, and then make copies. We can exchange information at class," she rambled on as she stood and clutched her school bag to her chest.
"Demi! You're serious!"
"As much as I regret doing this... I can't take the chance Nick. That trip means too much."
"Well what if his parents came home?" he strived to keep her from leaving.
Demi shook her head. "That's even worse. Then they'll know I was alone with you guys."
Nick growled in frustration, running out of ways to persuade her to remain.
"Ah! Joe," she noted the other boy's presence as he entered the room. "You heard?"
He nodded. "I understand. We'll talk in class tomorrow."
She nodded back, thankful. "I apologize. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Work hard, okay?" She winked, and was gone.
Nick stared at the empty space that Demi had just occupied for a long second. Disbelief was written plain on his face.
"Well," he said after wards, recovering his composure, "if that's the case, I'll be going too."
He stepped forward to get his things and Joe blocked his way.
"Move. We will do what Demi suggested. We will trade information tomorrow," he said, moving around the other boy. He yelped as he felt the back of his shirt collar being pulled. His body was spun and slammed against the frame of the threshold leading to the living room.
He felt Joe's body press against his, preventing his escape. "Well, this is a very familiar position," he drawled.
"It is, isn't it?" Joe agreed.
Nick stared into dark eyes. Eyes that held brilliant depths, yet offered no enlightenment and betrayed no emotion.
"You have a reason for this?" Nick inquired, feeling the cold touch of the stone behind him seeping through his shirt.
"Most of the time, no." The pale boy ran his hands up and down Nick's sides. Fingertips pressed lightly on clothed flesh.
"I'd hate to mess up your house once I begin breaking things over your head, Jonas," Nick warned, shivering a little at Joe's caress.
"Mmmm?" Joe fisted a patch of brown hair painfully. Tilting Nick's head, he delicately licked the exposed throat.
"You know," Nick winced as the fist tightened, but continued speaking anyway, "I think I've been too tolerant these days. Why don't I take that expensive looking vase over there and break it over your head? Then pick up the pieces and slice your guts open, hmm? What do you think?" he asked almost wistfully.
Joe growled against his neck and rubbed his hips sensually against Nick's.
"God, you're sick. If I didn't know better, I'd think that excited you." He hissed as Joe's other hand reached under his shirt to pinch a hardening nipple.
"I'm leaving." He attempted to push the other boy away from him. "Oof!" Joe slammed him back and his spine collided against the hard stone threshold, driving the wind from his lungs. "Fuck—! That's it!"
Outside, thunder rolled and rain began to pour from the sky. Nick threw a punch; a fist connected with his stomach as his punch was evaded.
"Aaaarrrrgh!" He unleashed a frustrated scream and threw his body against Joe's. They both crashed to the floor, hard. Bones collided with the solid surface and tortured muscles protested. Groaning, Nick sat up and attempted to deliver a blow to the other boy's abdomen. Before he could follow through, a fist had him seeing stars. His jaw ached. Their bodies thrashed around on the floor, grappling.
"Shit!" Nick writhed as Joe flipped him over and used his body to pin him down. His wrists were trapped by strong hands as his arms were held over his head. Joe straddled his waist.
"Give up," the raven-haired boy murmured, displeased with Nick's obstinacy.
Nick tried to break away from Joe's hold. It was futile he knew, yet he still struggled. Joe shifted a little and rubbed against Nick. He lowered his head to lap at Nick's jaw line. The forest-eyed boy attempted to bash Joe's skull with his, but his head was restrained in the nick of time by a fist grabbing his chestnut hair.
"Fuck!"
Joe panted against his ear. "Stay, loser. I won't touch you," he said, rocking against Nick's pelvis.
"If I have to look at your face a minute longer, asshole, I'm gonna bash my own brain out of my skull," he hissed.
Joe laughed low against his ear. "Well…? Will you stay? We don't want to disappoint Demi, hmm?"
Nick closed his eyes as Joe continued rubbing against him. He sighed. "Why are you still touching me?"
"You haven't agreed," he hummed, kissing down Nick's sun-kissed throat.
"I'd ask you why you do this, but I know I won't get an answer," he grunted as his body responded to Joe's stimulus and rocked back. He suddenly became acutely aware of his painfully hard state.
"I never thought you minded," Joe said, grinding himself harder against the boy.
Their bodies rocked harder against each other, meeting each other's rhythm. Nick's breath hitched. God, stupid body, he thought miserably.
"You never thought to ask… Or ahhh! Listen—ahhh!" He felt Joe's hold on his arm weaken, but he didn't stop rocking. Couldn't stop. "Are you aware that your parents can walk in on this any minute?" he asked instead.
"What is 'this'?" Joe asked as he stared into hazy, olive-tinted eyes.
"This!" Nick was losing himself to the sensations as he rocked back against Joe's hard, clothed shaft. Unbidden, his mind brought back the image of Joe's mouth on his hard flesh. "Shit... I'm... Ahhhh!"
Joe's hand snaked down to grab Nick's hip and pressed it harder against his.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Nick shouted in exasperation.
"Come," Joe hissed.
"Ahhhhh!"
"—Nnnnn..."
Both boys tensed and found their release at the same time. Bodies writhed in unleashed pleasure, rocking together. Joe grabbed hold of Nick's shuddering shoulders as the brunette gripped the fingers that held his hands. They lay panting, slack, as they tried to catch their breaths.
"Fuck you, Jonas," Nick said after a while. "My pants are wet." He groaned as Joe moved against his soft but still sensitized flesh.
"I'll lend you a pair." Joe stood up shakily. His body felt heavy. He noted the wet state of his pants as well. "So are you gonna stay, loser?"
"You touched me." Nick got up as well, legs unsteady.
"You hadn't agreed."
"Shit, Jonas! Since when can someone think with a hard dick rubbing against his!" he exclaimed.
Joe laughed softly then, clutching his stomach in mirth.
"Hmph." Nick only shook his head. Joe sounded nice when he was laughing. He grinned a little. Well, it was funny.
"Hey! I'd like a new pair of pants, asshole!" To his ears, his voice almost sounded light and joking.
"Follow me then," Joe said once his unexpected laughter had subsided. He led the other boy to his room, feeling the sticky wetness between his legs with every step.
Nick changed into the borrowed pants after he'd cleaned himself off. He looked outside the window. It was raining heavily. When he stepped out the bathroom, he found Joe in the living room, changed as well.
They spent two hours writing notes and researching. It surprised Nick that they could be civil towards each other when it was necessary. He couldn't recall an occasion when they'd been alone together for this long without Joe making a move or both of them pounding fists into each other's faces.
"Want something to drink?" Nick looked up at the voice. Joe was surrounded by sheets of paper and opened books littered his vicinity. Reading glasses were perched on his nose.
"Sure," he agreed, realizing that he had been ignoring his thirst.
"Want to take a break?" Joe asked.
Nick drew a deep breath then exhaled. "Yeah." He stretched, standing. "I could use one." He followed Joe to the large kitchen.
"What do you like?"
Nick shrugged. "Whatever you have."
"Soda?"
"Sure."
Nick sat on a tall stool beside the kitchen table, watching Joe move around the kitchen. He accepted the glass of iced soda and nodded his thanks. Joe opened a container of cookies and the boys ate quietly.
"We're almost civil," Nick said, vocalizing his earlier thoughts, breaking the silence after a few minutes of peacefully munching on cookies and sipping on drinks.
"What would qualify as actual civility?" Joe asked.
Nick contemplated the question. He wanted to say that Joe would have to give back his pendant. "If you allowed me to pound you to the ground and call it even," he sneered instead.
Joe was sure Nick meant with his fists, but played ignorant. He smirked. "The ground, the wall, the mattress... Wherever you want to pound me, Jones."
Nick choked on his drink, coughing violently. He was red from either Joe's tease or from choking or both, Joe couldn't tell. He grinned and watched the other boy calmly.
When his coughing subsided, Nick gave Joe a scathing glare. "You know that's not what I meant."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, quit playing dumb."
Suddenly serious, Joe asked, "Why don't you mean it then?"
"Wha—?"
"Why don't you get me back?" Joe pursued.
Nick noticed the shift in topic. They were treading unfamiliar territory. They'd never spoken about it. They'd never discussed why they treated each other the way they did. Should he answer? Should he evade? They still had the work to do. Nick finished his drink and then looked Joe in the eye.
"I don't want to," he said.
"You don't want to? Even just to get back at me?"
"I don't win either way." He sighed, then looked at the dark-haired boy. "Listen... Let's not talk about this. We have work to do. Let's keep that civility lingering a little longer, huh?"
Nick turned to walk back to the living room, when he was grabbed from behind. Strong arms wrapped around his waist.
"I thought you'd learned by now not to turn your back on me, loser."
Nick stood still as lips rained soft kisses on the back of his neck. A warm tongue lapped tenderly. He felt his knees weaken.
"Civility's slipping Jonas..." he warned as the arms pulled him flushed against the hard, muscular body.
"We were never civil." Joe buried his face into Nick's brown curls.
Nick snorted. "Yeah, you're certainly no help."
"Get back at me, Jones."
Nick grunted as he was pushed against the table. His arms flew out to keep himself from falling. He supported his weight with his arms, leaning on the table top. Behind him, he felt Joe press his hip against his ass. A hand snaked around to hold on to Nick's groin, stroking it back to life.
"What do you say? Have your way with me," Joe coaxed.
Nick hissed as the hand opened the fly of his pants and drew the quickly hardening organ out. "Don't you ever think of anything else?" He bit his lip to keep from moaning as Joe stroked him sensuously.
"Not when you're around."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
With no further preamble, he was dragged to the living room by a hard grip on his wrist.
He was pushed to sit on the sofa as Joe stood in front of him, looking down into his bewildered eyes. "Suck me off."
"You're fucking joking!" Nick began to rise, only to be shoved back against the cushion. "Why the hell should I?"
"You never questioned this before! Don't ask now!" Joe's eyes were two frozen lakes of dark ice. His voice was imposing.
"I never sucked you off! And I'm not about to start now, asshole!"
Joe drew the chain out of his shirt, flashing the beloved pendant.
"No!" Nick's voice cracked. "You don't have to go that far!"
"You'll do it?" Joe noted idly that Nick was still hard.
He bowed his head. "Not here... I don't want your folks showing up."
"They won't..."
"—I said not here!" Nick slammed his fist on the couch cushion.
Joe nodded, then pulled Nick to his bedroom upstairs by his elbow. They entered the lavish room and Joe locked the door behind them. Nick sat on the bed and Joe stood over him once more. With shaking hands, Nick unzipped Joe's pants and reached for the throbbing erection.
Nick looked up. "You sure you trust me with this?"
"Trust..." Joe's voice was flat, detached. He pushed Nick to lie down on the mattress.
"What...?"
"Change of plans."
Joe covered Nick's body with his own, aligning their erections.
They both hissed at the contact. Nick felt that things had gotten a little out of hand. A tease against a wall or against library books was one thing, but... He felt he softness of the bed against his back. He moaned as Joe took both of their erections and stroked fast. The friction as heated flesh slid against heated flesh was unbearable.
"Jonas..." He grabbed the boy's shoulders and squeezed. "I don't think this a good idea... Ahhh!" He bucked as Joe released their engorged flesh and ground his erection against him. Nick couldn't help but rock back.
"Don't think when there's a hard dick rubbing against you," Joe whispered, capturing Nick's earlobe between his teeth, mimicking the boy's earlier words. "Suck me off," he whispered, releasing the soft lobe as he spoke, and then taking it once more.
"I can't..." Nick rasped.
"You can't or you won't?"
"Nnnnnn..." Nick's breath grew ragged. "Can't... Can't think," he grated out.
Joe released his earlobe, then moved away. He maneuvered his body so that Nick was faced with his erection.
"Wha? Ahhhhh!" Nick arched off the mattress as Joe took him fully in his mouth. Nick gulped, bracing himself then held the boy's hip steady and tentatively licked the leaking flesh. He felt the body above his shiver as he ran a tongue over the head. He felt a sort of thrill knowing he had caused such a reaction.
Slowly, he took in as much as he could and tried to concentrate. He found it difficult when there was an overly enthusiastic mouth trying to bring him off. Not to be out-moved, he redoubled his efforts and was pleased to hear an answering moan. He pushed all questioning doubts to the back of his mind and concentrated on sucking the throbbing flesh in his mouth.
Pleasure coursed throughout his flushed body. He thrust his hips as Joe's relentless mouth brought him closer to completion. He held Joe's balls and caressed them, which caused the boy to thrust into his mouth. Joe hummed around his flesh and played with his balls as well. Fuck! Nick bobbed his head quickly, tongue lapping and mouth sucking hard. He was close. He felt the body above his tense and knew the other was close as well. An urge built inside him and he did nothing to stop it.
He hummed and sucked hard and rejoiced when he felt Joe orgasm. Strong fingertips clutched his hips painfully. It was all he could take until he, too, succumbed to his sought after release. Liquid burned his throat but he swallowed nonetheless. He felt the other boy suck once more until he released the softening flesh.
Joe collapsed on his back, arms limp by his side. Their breathing was heavy as they let the intense feelings hum throughout their bodies.
Nick stared disbelieving at the ceiling. He'd done it. He didn't know what to feel. Should he be disgusted? He thought back, and found that during the act, he'd wanted it. He'd wanted Jonas to feel the same helplessness he felt. He'd wanted Jonas to come first.
He heard the whisper of cloth against the bed.
Joe crawled over Nick's sated body. The eyes that looked to the ceiling met his dark, half-lidded ones. He peered at the brunette's swollen mouth. A line of liquid dripped from those lips. He bent over to swipe languidly at the droplet. He tasted himself and felt the body below him shudder.
Nick gulped. "We should get back to work," he whispered against Joe's hair as the other boy rested on his chest, lapping and sucking wearily at the sun-kissed exposed collarbone.
"Nothing fazes you, does it?" The question hung in the silence.
"Maybe," Nick whispered back after a moment. They lay side by side as they recovered their strength. When he finally felt rested enough, Joe stood up and mended his rumpled state. Nick did the same. They spent two more hours working on the project, talking occasionally, but nothing further than discussing the project.
At last, Nick looked up. "I should get going."
Joe noted the late hour and nodded. They packed their bags quietly. Nick shoved his soiled uniform pants in his bag.
At the door, he said, "Your pants…"
Joe shook his head. "Give them to me when I come over."
"Will you?"
"We can't use my house all the time."
Nick nodded his head, agreeing. Although Joe's parents had yet to make an appearance, he could see how the constant presence of a couple of guests may become disruptive in their eyes. Wasn't that how most people were? In his apartment, it was better, he thought. No one would protest. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Joe walked up to him, one hand tilting his chin, as the boy pressed a lingering kiss to his neck. "See you tomorrow." Warm breath washed over his neck, raising goose bumps.
He stepped outside into the crisp autumn evening and left the silent castle that belonged to his... his... It dawned on him that he was no longer sure what Joe was to him.
With Love, Carlie :D