Ten -- written by Brittany

"Oh my God," Joe groaned, rubbing his temples as he tried to will his migrane away.

He sighed and padded into the hotel room's bathroom and splashed cold water on his face to soothe his skin.

Walking back out into the main room, he winced at the light and looked around for the switch.

Humming quietly, he walked over and flipped the switch off, sighing with relief when the brightness was gone.

"Better," he said quietly, walking to the incredibly fluffy bed and plopping down on it, getting under the covers and closing his eyes to sleep his pain off.

There was a deafening knock at the door and Joe whimpered.

"No," he sighed, crawling out of bed and making his way to the door.

He opened it and smiled weakly.

"Hey, Jane," Joe said.

"Hey, what's wrong?" his best friend asked.

"Migrane," Joe replied, wincing at the volume in her voice.

"Oh, sorry," Jane said, lowering her voice.

"What's up?" Joe asked.

"Well, I'm bored. I wanted to see if you wanted to do something until lights out in a few hours," she replied, looking at her watch.

"I hurt. I'll be no fun," Joe sighed, shaking his head.

"We can watch a movie," Jane suggested.

"A silent movie?" Joe asked.

Jane chuckled. "Sure."

Joe smiled and opened his door all the way so Jane could walk in.

"Wow, it's dark," Jane stated.

"I like it," Joe said, walking over to the bed and lying on it again.

"You can barely see in here," Jane said, yelping when she hit the edge of the bed.

"Shh," Joe whined.

"That hurt!" Jane exclaimed quietly.

"Go cry in the bathroom," Joe demanded playfully, pointing to the bathroom.

"You are so mean," Jane pouted, sitting on the bed and turning the TV on, quickly turning the volume down once it was on.

"What's on?" Joe asked, moving so he could see the television.

"Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Hell yeah," Jane grinned.

"Most girls don't like those kinds of movies," Joe told her.

"Since when am I most girls?" Jane asked, turning and shooting Joe a look.

Joe shrugged and looked at the TV.

"Seriously," Jane said, moving so she was blocking his view.

"What?" Joe asked with a sigh.

"Since when do you think of me like most girls?" she asked more seriously.

"I...don't. I don't. You are you. The end," Joe said, closing his eyes.

"I want you to name ten things that seperate me from your fans, Joe. I'm serious," Jane said, yanking the covers off of Joe.

"What? Jane," Joe whined.

"Joe, I'm serious," Jane said quietly.

He looked at her and then sat up, looking at her carefully.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I feel like a burden on this tour, Joe. I know we're friends, but I never get to see you for more than about ten minutes at a time and I'm beginning to think that maybe I should just go home," Jane replied.

"You can't go!" Joe exclaimed, wincing at his voice.

"Ten things, Joe," Jane said again.

"If I list them, will you stay?" Joe asked carefully.

Jane thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay. Um, one: You...like odd movies," Joe nodded.

Jane frowned, but shrugged.

"Two: You eat."

"Joe!"

"Ow! What? You do. Most girls won't eat in front of guys," Joe said.

"Fine. Keep going," Jane said, her frown staying in place.

"Three: You don't throw a fit when I steal your socks," Joe said, pointing at her.

"Joe! These aren't serious!" Jane said, sighing and shaking her head.

"But they're true," Joe pointed out.

"Forget it, okay? Just...forget it. Call me when you can," Jane said, turning to leave the room.

"No, wait!" Joe said, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He grabbed her arm and made her turn around.

"What?" Jane asked, looking at him.

"Four: You...you get me. The real me. And you don't care. You don't care how crazy I am. You accept me for who I am," Joe said, pulling her back to the bed.

Jane looked at him carefully. "Six more."

"Five: You bring out the best in me. And I-I...love you for it," Joe said, taking in a deep breath.

"Joe-"

"Six: When I look out into that crowd every night, I see you," Joe said, pulling her to him so she was standing between his legs.

"Joe, that's-"

"Seven: Having you on tour has made me realize how much you mean to me. I don't know what I'd do if you left," he said, lowering his voice and running his hand up and down her arm.

Jane looked down at Joe, shocked.

"Eight: You've never asked for an autograph for anyone. I promise you, that's a serious one. You don't take advantage of me and my fame."

"Joe, stop," Jane whispered, closing her eyes.

"Nine: I meet a lot of fans, and while I'm thankful for every one of them, I don't picture their faces in my mind at night like I do yours," Joe said, swallowing.

"Joe," Jane sighed.

"What?" he asked, his fingers moving along her collarbone and down her shirt.

"What took you so long?" Jane asked, looking at him.

Joe tilted his head, then took ahold of her shirt and pulled her down slowly.

Carefully, Jane moved with Joe's pull and straddled him.

Their faces were close, their breaths hot on each other's lips.

Joe placed his hand behind her neck and leaned in, gliding his tounge along her bottom lip.

Sucking on it gently for a moment, he let her lip go and then kissed her fully.

Jane wrapped her arms around Joe's neck and deepened the kiss.

Running his hand from her neck to her lower back, Joe began to pull her shirt up.

Breaking the kiss, Jane lifted her arms so her shirt would come off easily.

Looking at him for a moment, Jane reached down and the tugged his shirt off.

Kissing her chest gently, Joe made a soft trail of kisses along her collarbones, sucking gently when he felt her hands run up and down his back.

Joe drug his lips down to the cups of her bra, and tugged at the material with his teeth.

Pulling the straps down one at a time, Joe kissed her shoulders and the crook of her neck.

Moving his hands behind her, he fumbled with the clasp for a moment before it came undone.

Sliding the straps down her arms, his pulse quickened when her bra hit the floor.

Moving his legs apart slightly from the newly added friction, Joe pulled her close and kissed her neck and throat, making a trail of light hickeys.

Jane dropped her head back and hooked her arms around Joe's neck so she wouldn't fall backwards.

Kissing her chin once, Joe tugged on her bottom lip again until she moved her head back down.

He kissed her deeply, set his hands down on the bed and pulled himself backwards a little.

A hand on her neck, the other on her back, Joe lied down on the bed slowly and took Jane with him.

Groaning slightly when the friction from her hips left his as she stopped straddling him and placed her weight on her knees, his hands slid down to her hips and pulled her back down on him.

Jane sighed when her hips met his again, and she broke the kiss and placed her lips on Joe's neck.

Kissing along his jaw and neck, she moved down and began to suck on the hollow of his collarbones.

"Nothing visible," Joe breathed, feeling the suction.

Jane released his skin and sat up, frowning slightly.

"Pictures...fans," Joe said, running a hand through his hair and looking up at her.

Smiling slowly, Jane leaned over again and kissed down his chest, making him squirm.

Lifting her hips off of his again, she crawled backwards as her lips moved further down.

Kissing his naval, she let her lips move down slowly until she reached the edge of his pants.

Joe sat up on his elbows and looked down at her curiously.

Glancing up at him, her lips still on his skin, she held his gaze and moved to the right, attaching her lips in the dip to the side of his hipbone and sucking on it hard.

Joe closed his eyes as a tingle shot through him, and dropped his head back as she made a harsh trail of hickeys along his hipbone.

Lifting his head up when he felt her lips leave his body, he swallowed when her fingers came into contact with his zipper.

Arching his hips slightly as she pressed down as she un-did his zipper, he licked his lips and watched her stand up and tug his pants off, tossing them aside.

"I feel over-dressed," Jane told him.

Joe nodded and sat up, scooting to the end of the bed and pulled her to him by her hips.

His mouth was eye level with her stomach, so he teased her skin with his lips and tounge as he un-did her pants and began to slide them off of her.

The kiss was broken and Joe got off the bed, kneeling on the floor and finishing the removal of her pants.

His hands trailed up her legs, his lips pressing against the flesh of her thighs, and his fingers began peeling her underwear off.

Jane closed her eyes as she felt herself become completely exposed.

Joe took in a breath as he stood up, and sat back on the bed, his eyes running along her body.

Jane opened her eyes and watched Joe move back along the bed, motioning her to come with him.

Moving quickly and gracefully, she met him at the headboard, but refused to let her hips come into contact with his.

Kissing him slowly and teasingly, her fingers trailed down his sides and dipped below the rim of his boxers.

Joe whimpered at the slowness of the kiss and the teasing from below, but Jane refused to let him deepen the kiss.

Breaking it completely, Jane kissed his collarbones briefly and began to tug at his boxers.

Getting the idea, Joe lifted his hips and allowed Jane to slide them off of his legs.

Hearing them drop to the floor, Joe shivered.

Moving back on him, Jane kissed his neck and set her lips on his ear, her hands tugging on his hair.

"Do you have protection?" she asked.

Joe thought for a moment, then sighed heavily, "No."

Jane pulled back and shook her head at him.

"Jane," Joe said, watching her get off of him and wrap a blanket around herself.

"Hang on," she said, walking into the bathroom.

Joe set his head on the headboard and groaned out of frustration.

"Gotta love new hotels," Jane said, coming back into view.

"Huh?" Joe asked.

"Their little welcome baskets in the suites are for more...mature people," she smirked, holding up a small packet.

"O-Oh," Joe said, eyeing the packet nervously.

Jane dropped the blanket when she got back to the bed, straddled Joe and handed him the packet.

Joe looked at it, his heart beating in his ears.

"I," he stammered.

Jane ran her fingernails down Joe's throat and chest, waiting.

"Joe, come on," Jane said quietly.

Joe looked at her, his eyebrows going up.

"I know you, remember? Don't pretend with me," Jane told him.

"Then you know I've never done this and I don't know what I'm doing and that I'm beyond nervous," Joe said.

"I do," Jane nodded.

"Help me," Joe said, leaning forward and kissing her. "Help me relax."

Jane took the packet from his hand, tore it open and rested her lips on Joe's lightly as she slid the protection on him, making him gasp quietly when he felt her hand.

Joe caught her lips a few seconds later and kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to her hips.

Jane lifted herself up and let Joe ease her onto him, him entering her slowly.

Jane dropped her head back when he was fully inside of her.

Joe groaned lowly, his fingers digging into Jane's hips.

Rocking her hips forward, she began a slow rhythm.

Joe slid his hands up her sides, not knowing what to do with himself.

"M-My migrane is gone," Joe breathed, setting his head on the headboard.

Jane leaned in and kissed him, moving her hips in small circles.

Joe moaned lightly, his hips jerking up.

"Ahh," Jane groaned, feeling him move.

"Oh fuck," Joe said, his lips parting and his hips lifting up again.

Jane swallowed and rocked her hips a little quicker, her hands setting on either side of Joe's head as she moved.

Joe licked his lips and set his hands on her hips, bringing her down on him hard.

"God, Joe," Jane moaned.

Joe thrust up into her hard, keeping a tight hold on her hips.

"Say my name," Joe said, sliding down in the bed slightly.

"I just- ohhh. I just...did," Jane said, her fingers gripping the headboard tighter.

"Say it like you mean it. Like you want everyone in the hotel to know what's happening," Joe said, thrusting up into her slowly, making himself moan.

Jane dropped her head down and their foreheads met.

"Joeee," she moaned, feeling him in her.

Joe kissed her throat, sucking hard as he moved slowly.

"Louder," he breathed against her skin.

"Make me," Jane challenged.

Joe released her skin at looked at her, slightly shocked.

"W-Wh-"

"Make me scream, Joe," Jane said, putting her hands over his and moving her hips in a large circle.

Joe closed his eyes at the feeling and let her move her hips freely as he moaned, his hair beginning to stick to his forehead.

"Joee, do it," Jane moaned.

Joe captured her lips with his and sat up slowly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Once he was on his knees, he held her lower back and neck and tipped over.

"Ohhh," Jane moaned, feeling him move in her deeper once he was on top.

Joe kissed her hard and began to rock his hips slowly, adjusting his body to the new action.

"Jane," Joe breathed, breaking the kiss and thrusting into her faster.

"God, Joe, right there," Jane moaned, her head tipping back into the comforter.

"You feel...so...oh my God," Joe whimpered, his hips jerking harshly, making Jane yelp in pleasure.

"Harder," Jane pleaded.

Joe obliged, his feet bracing against the bottom of the headboard as he moved, beads of sweat rolling down his back as he thrust into her harder.

"Joe," Jane moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Scream it," Joe groaned, one hand on her lower back as he held her still and continued to move.

Hitting the tender spot of nerves, Jane let out a throaty moan and drug her nails down Joe's back.

"Fuck, Jane," Joe moaned, his hips grinding into hers, driving her into the mattress.

"Joe," Jane moaned, her body beginning to tense as he hit the spot over and over again.

Joe's breathing became uneven, his hips losing control as she moaned in his ear.

She ran a hand through his damp hair and tugged on it as she tilted her hips up, her legs tightening around his waist.

Joe kissed her for a moment before a sharp jerk of his hips made them both moan.

Feeling his toes begin to tingle, Joe set a hand on either side of Jane and drove her into the mattress repeatedly as he moved.

"J-Joe," Jane breathed, her legs gripping him as he moved.

Joe whimpered in response and dropped down to his elbows.

He rocked his hips in circles before thrusting again, making Jane moan loudly at the uneven-ness.

"Joe. Joe, please. Just a...little - ohh," Jane moaned, her hips rocking against his.

Joe moaned, his lower body beginning to ache.

"Jane, I fu- oh yes," Joe breathed.

"Don't stop. Fuck, Joe, right t- ahhh Joeeee!" Jane moaned, her voice bouncing off the walls as her body bent into Joe's, her toes curling as her body came to an end.

"Oh God. Oh my God, Jane," Joe groaned through gritted teeth, his hips jerking oddly a few times, his body convulsing lightly as he drove Jane into the mattress one last time before emitting a low, long groan.

Jane lied back, setting her head down and breathing heavily. Her fingers trailed up Joe's back gently as his hips rocked gently for a moment, his brain trying to process what had just happened.

Swallowing, Joe lifted his head and looked at Jane, moving some of her hair off of her face.

"Holy shit," Joe moaned, kissing her gently.

Jane nodded and dropped her legs, closing her eyes as she slowed her breathing.

Joe kissed her once more and forced himself up on his shaking arms, and let himself fall backwards so his head was on a pillow.

"Come...here," he breathed, holding his arms out.

Jane made her way into his arms and set her head on his chest as they lie there, recovering.

"Jane?" Joe asked a moment later.

"Mm?" Jane asked sleepily.

"Ten: That."