Happy Birthday

“I am so incredibly sore right now.”

“That could be misconstrued as a sexual innuendo.”

“Oh, shove it.”

Joe looked across the room, sending a grin towards the girl he was talking to.

“So could that.”

“Joseph Jonas, you have got to be the most immature eighteen-year-old ever to have graced this side of the planet.”

“Am not!”

“You’re right. You’re the stereotypical eighteen-year-old American male.”

“And you’re the average twenty-year-old American female.”

“Almost twenty.”

“Same difference—hey! It’s your birthday tomorrow!”

She rolled her eyes before leaning back against the couch armrest and looking back at him.

“You’re worsening the tension in my back.”

“How am I—”

“I’m going to the sauna.”

“The what?”

“I’m taking advantage of my famous friends and using their hotel privileges,” she replied nonchalantly.

Standing up, she made her way through the connecting door to her own room.

“Brittany,” Joe whined once again, gasping when she shut the door in his face. “That was rude.”

Though he couldn’t see, Brittany was smiling on the other side of the door.

When she grabbed everything she needed, she walked back through the door and into the lounging room.

She had come along with her friends for their last few tour spots acting as one of their merch girls. Their next concert wasn’t for another week, so they were spending their resting period in the wealthier part of New Jersey.

“Where are you going?” Joe asked, oblivious to everything.

“The sauna. Haven’t we already gone over this?” Brittany chuckled, throwing her towel and robe over her shoulder.

“It’s one in the morning,” he replied slowly.

“Good job, you can tell time!” Brittany clapped mockingly.

“You do realize you’re going to be alone in there, right?”

She laughed quietly, hiding the fact that was she smiling at his innocence. Or, was it his stupidity?

“Maybe,” she said, giving him a small wink and leaving the room.

She practically skipped down the hall, making sure she made close to no noise as to not disrupt the sleeping occupants.

Walking into the elevator, she waited a few seconds before pressing the button for the lobby.

She listened to the annoying elevator music and sighed in relief when the doors opened.

After asking the elderly bell hop for directions to the sauna, she smiled at him and went to the locker room to change.

Undressing herself and stopping whenever her muscles began to ache, she wrapped a towel around her body and stepped into the steaming room.

Immediately after walking in, she felt the damp air on her skin and breathed it in.

Coughing when she realized it was a bad idea, she cleared her throat and took a seat on the wooden benches.

Peering around, she smiled when she saw no one else in there.

Unraveling the cord of her earphones, she put them in and rested her head back.

Music consumed her and she enjoyed the minty fragrance in the air.

She was too caught up in her upbeat music to notice someone had walked in.

“Hey,” the person whispered.

Obviously, she hadn’t heard with her volume all the way up.

“Psst,” they continued.

Again, no answer.

“Dude, are you alive?” the voice shouted, poking Brittany repeatedly in the arm.

“What the f—Joseph!” Brittany shrieked, holding her hand over her heart after yanking her earphones out of her ears.

“Oh, you are,” Joe grinned.

“What in the hell is your problem?!”

“I was lonely,” he replied sadly.

“You’re kidding me, right?” she said, her heart still beating through her chest.

“No,” he said, giving her a look.

Brittany noticed the unfamiliar look on his face, but knew that it was the farthest thing from sadness.

“Right,” she said slowly, looking him over and smirking when she saw his clothes had changed.

In actuality, he was wearing nothing but a towel.

“What?” he said confusedly.

“You wanted to come down here with me, didn’t you?”

“No!”

“Didn’t you?!” she pressed on.

“Okay, fine!” he said, holding his hands up. “I did want to.”

Brittany smiled when she saw a faint blush coming onto his face even in the cover of the steam.

“Then why didn’t you just come with me?”

Joe gave it a thought and shrugged, sitting farther away from her.

“I don’t know.”

“Well,” Brittany huffed, putting the earbuds back, “you think about that and tell me when you’ve figured it out.”

“But w—”

He tried to reason with her, but couldn’t when he saw her eyes were closed.

Talking to himself, Joe couldn’t form a coherent sentence in his mind.

“You like her,” he said outloud, comfortable with knowing she couldn’t hear him.

“No, you can’t like her.”

She opened one eye and looked at him, laughing to herself when she saw what he was doing.

“Yes, you can. Ugh, this sucks!” he groaned, crossing his arms over his eyes and leaning his head against the wall.

Brittany finally got lost in her music, even forgetting that Joe was merely feet away from her.

Tapping her fingers to the beat, she was completely oblivious to Joe walking towards her.

It had taken him twenty minutes to take the initiative, but he finally made a decision.

Watching her in her towel had been unbearable for him and an awkward hardness had formed underneath the towel covering his waist and down.

Swallowing the lump he felt inside of his throat, he sat down next to her and ran the back of his finger against her damp skin.

Brittany gasped in surprise and her eyes widened when she saw Joe staring right at her.

“W-What are you d—”

“I figured it out.”

“Why you wouldn’t come down here with me?” she asked shakily, repeating her question from earlier.

“Well, yeah. That and then some.”

“What?”

“I’ve been all awkward around you lately.”

Joe’s face hadn’t moved away from hers and Brittany was drowning in his cologne.

“Yeah, you have been.”

“It’s because—”

“I’m not an idiot, Joe,” she interrupted, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“You knew?” he asked, truthfully surprised.

“Of course I knew. I think a girl knows if the guy she likes, likes her back.”

“Oh.”

Brittany waited for him to catch on and laughed when he did.

“Wait, you like me back?”

“Wow, I kind of feel like I’m back in second grade.”

A silence fell over the two and Brittany watched beads of sweat roll down Joe’s temples.

Her eyes trailed over his face and stopped at his lips.

Releasing every bit of restraint she felt, she pressed her lips against his.

He twitched in surprise at the contact, but relaxed when he felt her hands on his shoulder blades.

Pulling away after a slow, tantalizing kiss, Brittany touched her finger to her lip.

“You taste like chocolate,” she laughed.

Joe’s eyes didn’t leave her lips.

“You taste like… Brittany,” he breathed before crashing his lips against hers once again.

Picking her up and sitting her down on his lap, Joe ran his hand through her hair as he kissed her.

Spreading her legs to straddle him, Brittany held onto his shoulders to keep from falling.

With his other hand on her lower back to help her, Joe deepened the kiss.

His tongue ran across her bottom lip, begging for entrance.

Parting her mouth, Brittany allowed it access and soon their tongues were dancing around each other.

Each of them let out a moan as the kiss became more and more heated.

“Joe,” she breathed, his mouth attacking her collarbones.

“What?” he asked against her skin.

Entranced by the feeling of his hands on her body, Brittany lost her train of thought.

“What do you want, birthday girl?” Joe asked again, removing his lips from her neck and looking her in the eye.

She bit her lip, almost embarrassed to say what was on her mind.

“Anything you want,” he whispered quietly into her ear, making her breathe unevenly.

“T-Touch me,” she stuttered, swallowing after she said it.

Joe, in turn, bit his lip and looked at her towel-covered body.

Taking one of his hands and setting it on her thigh, he moved it up and under the towel.

His heart race quickened when he realized the lack of underwear.

Placing the pad of his finger at the tip her hot core, he groaned when he felt her twitch.

“There?” he asked, his heart beating even faster than before.

“Ahh, y-yes.”

Nodding his head, Joe captured her lips in his once again as he circled his finger around her sensitive spot.

His other fingers teased her entrance and as their tongues met, he slipped a finger into her.

When he felt the slickness within her, he added another finger.

“Oh God, Joe,” Brittany moaned, rotating her hips to match the rhythm of his pumping fingers.

He felt the overwhelming hardness throbbing beneath his towel, but pushed the feeling aside.

Carefully taking his other hand, he unwrapped the knot of the towel covering her and watched as it fell to the floor.

His hands searched her body aimlessly and he felt a tingle in his spine when Brittany let out a throaty moan.

Kissing across her chest, Joe moved his fingers until the moans and groans became more frequent.

Pulling his fingers out of her, he gave a smirk when he saw the expression of awe in her face.

“W-Why would you stop?” she asked him, her jaw dropped slightly.

“Nothing,” he replied nonchalantly, taunting her.

“You bastard!” she exclaimed.

Her face softened and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Fine. Time for your torture, then.”

“Wait, what?!”

Joe’s face turned to complete confusion when Brittany started undoing his towel.

Pulling the cloth apart and open, she bit her lip when she looked down at him.

Tearing her eyes away from his lower half, she leaned in closer to him and set her lips softly on his.

Busying him with a deep kiss, she wrapped her hand around him and smiled into his mouth when she felt him twitch.

Squeezing then releasing her fingers repeatedly, she tried to control herself every time Joe jerked his body.

“O-Okay, that’s enough,” Joe breathed, pushing her away and removing her hand from him.

Surprised at him, she continued kissing his neck.

Grazing her teeth against his collarbone, she moaned when she felt his hands on her hips.

“What… what else does t-the birthday girl want?”

“Joseph Jonas,” she whispered into his ear. “That’s what the birthday girl wants.”

“Tell me how,” he replied.

Separating herself from him with every ounce of willpower she had, Brittany picked up her towel and spread it out over the sauna bench.

Laying back down on it, she pulled Joe down with her.

Joe looked at her, and then attacked her neck with his lips.

Trailing his tongue down her neck and sucking the skin between her collarbones, he pressed his fingers into her sides.

“I said tell me how you want it,” he said, talking harshly against her skin.

“Give me all you’ve got, Joe,” she said breathlessly.

Settling himself between her legs, Joe let his throbbing manhood tease her entrance and waited until her body was practically begging for him.

“God, Joe,” she moaned, “just g—oh my god!” she yelped once she felt him enter her.

She loosely wrapped her legs around his waist and tipped her head into the towel when she felt him pumping in and out of her.

When she felt a lack of fullness, she knew he was holding back.

Hooking her ankles around each other and pulling Joe deeper into her, they both groaned at the friction.

Holding her hips still, Joe moved at a steady pace and occupied her lips with his.

They couldn’t tell if the slickness of their bodies was a result of the heated passion, or if it was the fact that they were still in a sauna.

“J-Joe,” Brittany finally spoke.

“Yes?”

“Mm, go faster,” she begged, her legs tightening around him.

He did as he was told, quickening his pace until the wood of the benches was creaking underneath them.

Moving both hands around his back, Brittany raked her one of her hands through his wavy hair and with the other, played with the hair that was stuck to his sweaty forehead.

Feeling him shift a little, Brittany yelped when she felt him hit a bundle of nerves that had never been explored before.

“Oh, Joe, right there,” she said, pulling him closer with her legs.

“Like this,” he said, giving her more of what she wanted.

“Ohh, yes,” she replied, her mind swirling.

Joe hit her spot a few more times before feeling her begin to tighten around him.

“H-Harder, Joe,” she pleaded.

“Harder?”

“Ahh, yessss,” she hissed, every nerve ending in her body on fire.

Pumping into her harder with each thrust, Joe finally felt her convulsing around him.

“Oh, Joeee,” she moaned, her climax raging over her body.

Joe thrust into her a few more times before letting himself go and collapsing on top of her.

Laying his head on top of her stomach as he gasped for air, he kissed her tingling skin and looked up at her flushed face.

“Happy birthday, Brittany,” he smiled.

Brushing away the hair that was covering her eyes, she started to laugh.

“What?” he asked confusedly, his breath still uneven.

“This has got to be the best fucking birthday I’ve had in a long time.”