No Worries

Part One

You sit in the lounge of the oversized tour bus, wondering why on Earth you agreed to come along on this tour.

You frown as you look at the digital clock to your right, its red letters tauntingly blinking in the still of the darkness you’re in.

It’s nearly two in the morning and you have yet to fall asleep.

Why? Because he’s in the other room.

You had agreed to come along on tour with your best friends in the hopes that maybe you’d be able to actually spend time with them.

Unfortunately, that hasn’t been the case. You’ve seen less of them and sometimes you wish you never actually came along.

Sometimes it’s so bad that you wish you had never been friends with them.

What’s worse, however, is that you’re in love with your best friend.

You realize how cliché that is, but you don’t care. He’s Joseph Jonas, for crying out loud. Who wouldn’t love him?

You heave a sigh and play with your fingers, your eyes begging for sleep; your mind begging for Joe.

You finally stand up and wobble slightly as the movement of the bus tosses you somewhat.

Grabbing the remote from the top shelf, you flip on the television hoping that the soap opera will somehow lull you to sleep.

Your mind refuses to oblige to your sleeping needs as you become more and more fascinated by the story line of the show.

Caught in the scene, you give no notice to the fact that the volume is so high.

A figure emerges from behind the curtain that covers the entryway into the lounge and you jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“What the f—Joe!” you yelp, holding your hand over your heart. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you hiss, hitting him with a pillow.

“Sorry,” he half-chuckles, half-yawns, “I heard the TV and was wondering who was up. Why are you still awake?”

“I-I can’t sleep,” you mumble, biting the cuff of your long sleeved shirt.

Even with just the dull light of the television, Joe’s features are evident; his beautifully sculpted abs peeking from behind the thin t-shirt he was wearing; the way his messy curls fall over his eyes; the veins on his arms sticking out.

You shift uneasily on the couch, cringing as you feel a strange slickness already beginning to form in your underwear.

“Like hell, you can’t,” he smirks, giving you a skeptical look. “You just want to watch television, giving no attention to the fact that people are in the other room sleeping.”

“I’m serious!” you say defensively. “I can’t sleep.”

He looks around the lounge with his hands on his hips and your mind is clouded with lust.

You bite your lip, noting how the sleeves of his shirt are tightly wound around his biceps.

Paying no attention to your awkward expression, his face becomes crooked as he notices the mess of pillows and blankets that now litter the lounge.

“It’s because this place is a pig sty.”

“Is not,” you counter with a scoff.

“Sleep with me,” he yawns, holding out one of his arms as his other covers his mouth.

“W-What?” you ask uncomfortably, your eyes widening at his words.

“In my bunk; it’s much more comfortable than out here in all the… cushions,” he grimaces.

Before you can say anything, he picks you up by the waist and throws you over his shoulder.

You kick in disapproval and begin to punch his back as he walks you towards the sleeping area. In respect of the people who are sleeping, you bite your tongue to keep from yelling.

“Put me down!” you murmur. He rolls his eyes and obliges, setting you down softly in front of his bunk.

“Climb in,” he says, pointing to the bunk above his brother’s.

“No,” you decline, crossing your arms and attempting to brush past him. He stops you and picks you up, throwing you into the bunk. Climbing the ladder, he jumps in beside you and the scent of his aftershave covers you.

“Let me out,” you demand.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” he says, his eyes already shut.

“I hate you,” you say, a seriousness in your voice that startles Joe. “You don’t know how to listen.”

“What?” he asks, his eyes opening wider as he becomes more awake.

For some reason, you feel tears coming to your eyes so you shift and turn your back towards him. You mumble, “Never mind”, before shutting your eyes hoping he wouldn’t press the subject. There was an awkward silence before you felt the bunk shift and a warm breath on your ear.

“Tell me,” he says, setting his hand on your shoulder. You turn around and watch as his body hovers halfway over yours.

A wave of emotions comes over you and as you’re unable to resist, you pull him to you by the shoulders and press your lips against his.

You feel his muscles tense as your hands run over his back and you wonder why this feels so right.

You pull back slowly and sigh, leaving your hands on his shoulders.

“God, you have no idea in hell how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” you say breathlessly, your eyes still closed.

Realizing that he hadn’t done or said anything, you open your eyes and bite your lip. “I-I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asks innocently, chewing on his lip as he shuts his eyes.

“For… that?”

“You taste good,” he says, almost as if he’s in a trance.

“What? I—”

Your words are cut off as his lips crash onto yours. He flips the rest of his body over and straddles you.

Resting his weight on his knees, his hands move quickly to stroke your sides.

What began as the most awkward moment in your life has just become the most exciting.

His tongue brushes against your lips, begging for entrance. You allow it to and you moan lightly into his mouth as your tongues brush against each other.

His hands inch higher and higher, trying to pull your shirt over your head.

Your hands travel underneath his shirt and you caress his shoulder blades.

Taking your lip between your teeth as Joe begins to suck on your collarbone, you moan lightly.

Suddenly, you hear a tiny snore and your mind becomes alert.

“Shit,” you groan, finally remembering where you are. “Your brother’s bed is right below us.”

“No worries,” Joe mutters against your skin, grazing his teeth over your collarbone before sucking lightly once again, “Nick’s a heavy sleeper.” His hands stop right below your bra and he tickles the skin right under your bellybutton.

“But what if—oh my God, Joe!” you screech, feeling his fingers dip down into your sweatpants.

He pulls his lips away from your skin and the lust in his eyes is obvious.

“I told you not to worry,” he says, tugging at your pants.

You’re silenced as he crawls backwards and kisses down your stomach.

You clutch the pillow beneath your head, biting your lip to keep from making excessive noise as you feel Joe’s tongue slide around your navel.

He slides your sweatpants down to your ankles, running his fingers lightly over your thighs. The cool air hits your legs and you moan throatily as you feel his mouth over your hipbone.

As he sucks lightly on the bone, you feel yourself becoming wet at the feeling of his mouth on you.

Crawling back up, he sets his mouth over yours and brushes your inner thigh with his hand.

As if instinctively, you spread your legs farther apart as his hands travels higher.

“Joe, if—” you stop, his tongue twisting around in your mouth as his fingers tug at the elastic of your panties.

Sliding them off hastily, he throws them to the end of his bunk and traces your pelvic bone with his fingers. He bites your bottom lip and tugs lightly, his fingers dancing around your waistline.

“You’re sexy when you’re worried,” he taunts, his voice deep with desire.

“What if someone catches us?” you ask, your eyes closed as you feel his fingers almost at your entrance.

“That’s the adventure,” he growls into your ear, only heightening the excitement.

Before you can give a response, he slips a single finger into you. Arching your back at the sudden entry, you give a soft moan of pleasure before his lips once again cover yours.

Adding another one, he slips in and out of you as you groan into his mouth. He twists his fingers inside of you before gently rubbing his thumb over your sensitive spot.

“Oh God,” you moan, unlatching your lips from his and turning away from him.

His lips find the skin on your stomach and he sucks gently. You arch into him and he gives you a smile before setting his tongue on your neck, sucking lightly on your jaw bone.

“You like it?” he asks, his fingers gliding in and out easily.

“God, yes,” you groan quietly, still aware of who was just outside of the safety of the curtain.

“Good,” he says approvingly, stroking your swollen nub repeatedly with his thumb before completely pulling his hand away from you.

“W-Why’d you stop?” you ask in frustration. You eye him awkwardly, watching as he crawls backwards towards your feet. He smirks at you and you see a gleam in his eye that both excites and frightens you. “What are you doi—”

You’re immediately silenced as he manages to pick you up slightly and place a pillow underneath your hips.

Your breathing quickens when you feel his hands spreading your legs and then his lips press against your inner thigh.

His fingers glide into you again, the slickness of your entrance almost embarrassing.

The feeling of his fingers send waves of pleasure over your body and you begin to feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

A flutter of bliss is rising within you and all of the sudden, you feel Joe’s mouth leaving sweet kisses near your knee.

His lips inch up slowly, his fingers still working inside of you.

“W-What are you doing?” you ask, sitting up on your elbows and looking down at him.

He leaves one last kiss on your inner thigh before looking up at you.

Giving a small smirk, he removes his hand from you and licks the tip of his fingers.

The tingling sensation begins to go away and you frown at him.

“No worries,” he tells you.

Crawling forward only a few inches, he places one of his arms under your leg and lifts it slightly.

“What are you—oh Goddddddd,” you moan as you feel his fingers inside of you once again.

“You like that?” he rasps, stroking your sensitive spot with his thumb.

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice leaving you.

“You want more?”

“I-I—”

You’re unable to speak, the feeling of his fingers curling inside of you sending you over the edge.

You tilt your head back and don’t even notice as he lays down on his stomach.

You feel him spread your legs even farther as his mouth is inches away from your entrance.

Your eyes widen as you feel his breath on you, his fingers slowing down to a threateningly slow pace.

“Joe, what are you—ahhh,” you moan, his tongue now on your sensitive spot.

You pull your arms at your side and rest your back against the bed, only to arch back up again.

He swirls his tongue around the swelling nub between your legs and your toes begin to curl.

A tingling sensation begins to tickle your lower half as he begins to suck on the tender point.

“Joe!” you yelp, the combination of his hand and mouth taunting you.

You bring your fist to your mouth and bite down, the force almost breaking skin.

Pulling your fist away from your mouth, you yank the pillow from beneath your head and hug it to your chest.

“Fuuuuuuuckkk,” you moan, his tongue now fully rubbing against the swollen spot.

His mouth surrounds it as he sucks it just perfectly and you find yourself biting down on the pillow.

Jerking the pillow away from your mouth, you clench the sheets below you in your fingers.

“God, yessss,” you hiss through gritted teeth. “Fuuuuck… oh my god, Joeee.”

Your hips rock rhythmically in tune with his mouth and his fingers and soon enough, your body begins to tense.

Giving a few alternating flicks and sucks, Joe gives one final movement of pleasure before you feel yourself come to your end.

Your climax rages over you as Joe pulls away from you, kissing your thigh softly.

Crawling back up to you as he once again licks the tip of his fingers, he watches in awe as your body writhes in the bliss you’d just experienced.

“Fuck,” you breathe softly.

He grabs your underwear and pants before throwing them at you. Watching as you put them on laying down, Joe smirks at you.

“Thank you,” you say.

“For what?” he asks innocently.

You take in a breath and begin to speak slowly.

“Letting me come—”

He laughs, not allowing you to continue with your sentence.

“I meant for letting me come on tour,” you say with an eye roll.

He picks you up to place you underneath the sheets and lets you rest your head on his chest.

You set your hand under his shirt and tickle his stomach as you suck on his earlobe.

Moving quickly, you kiss down to his jawbone and straddle him.

“Now what are you doing?”

You set your hand over the elastic of his pajama pants, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.

“It’s your turn,” you smirk before yanking down his pants.

“M-My… brothers,” he says breathlessly, his anticipation obvious as you hover above his throbbing manhood.

“It’s okay, I’ll do them later,” you laugh, causing him to look at you in shock.

“I was kidding,” you assure him.

His hands slide up your sides and you sense the worry in his touch.

“No worries,” you grin, tugging at his underwear. “I’ll try not to make you scream… loud.”

Part Two

You move his pants out of the way and throw them towards the end of the bed.

He elevates his upper body by placing a couple of pillows underneath his head and shoulders.

You tauntingly tap your fingers to his thigh, making them dance along the waistband of his underwear.

“S-Stop doing that. Please,” he begs, taking a firm hold of your wrist.

You bite your lip, knowing that what you’re doing to him is only making him suffer.

“Stop what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“You know what I mean,” he says, tightening his grip on your wrist.

You pull away from his grasp and nod slowly at him, tugging at his boxer-briefs.

Pulling them slowly off of him, your eyes widen as his lower half is completely exposed.

“W-Wow,” you breathe, only earning a smirk from him.

“I know,” he scoffs.

You look at him, his cockiness surprising you.

An idea forms in your head as you inch away from him, towards the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a frown.

You seductively slip off your sweatpants and toss them to meet with his pajama pants.

“This,” you say slyly before leaning back against the wall of his bunk and slipping your hand into your underwear.

You slip your fingers where you want them to be and stroke the nub that’s begun to swell between your legs, a wetness forming from the sight of Joe.

Dropping your head back against the wall, you moan in pleasure as you repeatedly stroke over the same spot.

“F-Feel good?” he asks, swallowing as he watches you.

“Ohhh yeah,” you taunt, licking your lips. “You sh-should try it.”

He shakes his head and you nod.

“Go ahead, Joe, it feels… ahhh, it feels good.”

He looks at you skeptically, but raises his hand slowly.

You watch as he lowers his hand and wraps it around him self.

Jerking his hand slowly, his head tilts back and his other hand grips the sheet beneath him.

His legs begin to move as his hand begins a quicker pace.

You bite your lip, quickening your own fingers until you feel a tingle in your toes.

“It feels good, right?” you ask, want dripping in your voice.

“G-God, yes, it does,” he says, his voice cracking.

He looks at you with lust embedded in his eyes.

“I think it’d be better if I did it,” you say.

You remove your hand from your underwear and place your finger on your lips.

You bite your fingertip, causing Joe’s body to reach with a jerk of his hips.

“I-I think so, too,” he says, his hand slowing down.

Crawling over to him, you set your weight on your knees before placing your hands on his hips.

Kissing across his waistline, you feel the heat coming from him, begging for your mouth.

“Eager, are we?” you taunt.

“Well, I—”

He stops, jumping up slightly once both of your hands grab him and massage slowly.

He drops his head back against the wall and you feel him pulsating against your hands.

Rotating your hands around him, he lets out a breathy, “Ahhh.”

You smile up at him and lower your body, laying on your stomach as you prepare for him.

“What are you d-doing now?” he asks, feeling the shift in the mattress. “I th—ahhh,” he yelps loudly, your hands torturing him.

“Shhh,” you hiss, “you don’t want to wake anyone up, do you?”

“S-Sorry,” he says. “Honestly, though, what are you doing?”

“I want to taste you,” you say lustfully, your eyes searching for his as best they can in the dull light coming from the window outside.

“W-what?!” he asks with widened eyes.

“This isn’t a time to question me, Joe. Besides, I bet you taste good,” you smile with a bitten lip, tightening your fingers around him.

His mind becomes blank as your mouth comes into contact with the tip of his manhood.

“Oh my g—ohhh,” he moans, his hips rotating uncomfortably.

You widen your jaw, allowing more access for him.

Removing one your hands, you place it on the bed and lean on it, rotating your other hand around him as your mouth works its magic.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moans. “Shit, shit, shit.”

You laugh inwardly, his string of curse words amusing you.

You tighten your fingers around him, swirling your tongue around the sensitive area of his tip.

Sucking lightly, you cover your teeth with your lips and massage him with your mouth.

As quietly as he possibly can, he moans out your name and you twist your tongue around him.

Removing your other hand you set your hands on either side of him and let your mouth do the work.

Lowering yourself even more, you feel him deeper in your mouth as his hips begin to jerk awkwardly.

You feel the sheets beginning to crease as Joe’s fingers begin to grasp them tightly.

“Goddamnit,” he groans, his head dropping back and his lips parting in satisfaction.

Stretching your jaw far as you can, you remove your mouth from him.

Massaging your jaw quickly, you replace your mouth on him and suck lightly on the tip.

“God, that feels s-so… good,” he moans, running his hand through your hair.

Lowering your mouth further, you feel his hips gyrating faster against you.

“H-Holy shit, I think I’m about to c—I—ahh…”

You nod, amused by his courtesy, giving a small sound of approval before sucking harder.

His hips grind against your mouth and you feel him beginning to tense.

Looking up at him as best you can, you notice him biting on his fist to keep from shrieking too loud.

You feel something in your mouth and you pull away and off of Joe, swallowing.

Wrapping one of your hands around him and massaging, you place your mouth on him once again as you wait for what’s about to happen.

His hips twist and turn as your tongue teases him and he finally comes to his end.

You feel the result of his climax in your mouth and you pull away, cupping your palm over your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he mutters quietly, holding his arm over his eyes before looking at you.

You smile a tiny smile before swallowing and wipe your mouth with your arm.

Tossing his clothes back to him, you watch almost sheepishly as he puts his underwear and pants back on.

He pulls you to him, throwing the blanket over the both of you.

You kiss his nose before snuggling closely to him.

Kissing his chest, you smile.

“I knew you’d taste good.”