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Room Service (Chapter 2) [Joe/Nick]
Title: Room Service (Chapter 2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Joe/Nick/OMC
Warning: Didn't happen.
“Joe, I don’t care how “yummy” you say he is, I do not need to know that you want to fuck him sideways!” That was the first thing Nick heard Kevin say as he entered the dressing room.
“Or he can fuck me, I’m not choosey…and then Nick could-”
“Joey!” Nick exclaimed!
“What, I was just saying how hot Paulo is.”
Nick blushed and grabbed an orange off the food table. He flopped down on the sofa with Joe and Kevin. There was a half hour left before the show, and everyone knew to leave them alone for pre-show brother time. Joe nestled himself against Nick and began to absently play with his hair.
Kevin was soon talking about all the places they had to visit while in Rio, but Nick was zoned out, imagining graphic sex situations with Joe and their new boy toy, Paulo. Well, he wasn’t really their boy toy yet, but Nick knew it would happen very soon. He and Joe had managed to seduce straight boys before, so this would be a piece of cake. Besides, wasn’t Brazil the sex capital of the western hemisphere?
“Nick?” Kevin’s voice sounded fuzzy and distant.
“Oh, sorry Kev.” Nick came back from his fantasies.
“Oh God, Nicky” Kevin rolled his eyes.
“What?” Nick asked innocently. Kevin looked pointedly at Nick’s crotch. Nick was hard.
“That’s my boy!” was all Joe had to say.
“I’ll excuse myself.” Kevin got up. “I’m gonna let you two…let off some steam.” He chuckled a bit, heading for the door.
Joe jumped up and ran to give Kevin a bear hug, declaring him the best big brother.
Nick smiled. Yeah, Kevin was pretty great, giving them privacy to fuck, and all that.
“Sit, Nick.” Joe said, straddling his younger brother once Kevin had left. “There’s not much time before the show, I’ll just suck you-”
Nick grabbed Joe’s shoulders and kissed him fiercely, giving Joe a playful bite to his bottom lip. Joe saw that look in Nick’s eyes. The look that meant bend over, bitch.
Well, they would make time.
***
Kevin looked at his watch backstage. The show was starting in a few minutes.
“Where are Joe and Nick?” asked Garbo.
“Probably fucking like rabbits.”
They laughed.
***
An hour after the show, Joe and Nick were back in their hotel room. They had both showered, and were wearing only boxers. Joe phoned room service, asking for ice cream sundaes with extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Then, as carefully planned, he requested that Paulo bring the food up.
“I forgot to tip him last time, I just feel bad,” was Joe’s suave excuse to the staff member before hanging up the phone.
“I hope he…y’know…” said Joe.
“Oh, believe me, he wants it. From both of us.” Nick was confident. He always got what he wanted, especially when what he wanted was hot foreign cock.
“God, Nick! You’re such a whore!” Joe said playfully.
“And what does that make you?” Nick asked, raising his eyebrow
“Okay, we’re both cockwhores, and that’s why we’re soul mates!” Joe said dramatically.
“Wow, Joe.” Nick planted himself upon Joe’s lap on the bed. “That’s so, like, deep and meaningful,” he said between kisses.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Nick flew from the bed, donned a white scoop neck shirt, and scrambled to open the door in nothing else but his white and blue striped boxers.
Paulo was standing there, looking as delicious as Nick remembered in his white room service uniform, standing behind a silver cart with the ice cream.
“Hey, you guys,” Paulo said silkily.
Joe had come up behind Nick, not even wearing a shirt.
Paulo eyed Joe, then Nick and smiled even more; Nick could tell he had gathered that he and Joe were lovers and thought that was hot.
“Come in, Paulo,” said Nick, using his bedroom voice.
They moved aside so Paulo could steer the cart in the room, and Joe grabbed Nick’s ass playfully.
“You guys really like ice cream,” Paulo remarked playfully. “I made sure to bring up the extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, like you asked.” Then, he actually scooped some whipped cream from one of the sundaes onto his finger and licked it off.
Joe was the one to initiate, stepping forward and placing a hand on Paulo’s upper arm.
“Y’know, Paulo,” he said “We think you’re really cute.” He lowered placed both hands on the boy’s slim waist. “Actually, we think you’re pretty damn sexy.”
Paulo looked back at Joe wantonly.
“Oh, really?” he said.
“Yeah.” Joe kissed him. “Really.”
Nick moved around behind Paulo so the boy was between him and Joe, wrapping his arms around his waist with Joe’s. Nick kissed the nape of the boy’s brown neck, taking in the scent of a bit of sweet cologne and something else, a more personal, musky smell. Nick could feel himself getting hard.
Joe kept kissing Paulo, who was- not surprisingly- a fantastic kisser. His mouth was so hot, and wet. Joe sucked on the plump bottom lip. He stopped, because Paulo was breathing heavily. Joe could feel him getting hard. Paulo arched his neck and clutched Joe’s bare back as Nick kissed up around his jaw from behind. Joe understood, knowing what Nick could do with his lips.
Nick stopped. “I think you know why we wanted that whipped cream and chocolate sauce, Paulo.”
The boy moaned.
“We’ve been fantasizing about you since we first saw you, y’know,” joined Joe, palming Paulo’s hard cock through his pants. It seemed restrained, and Joe guessed he was wearing briefs, which he thought was pretty hot. Joe and Nick were both fully hard now, their boxers tented.
“I do like my American boys,” Paulo said throatily, in that Brazilian accent that Nick and Joe found irresistible.
Nick moved around to face Paulo with Joe, stripping off his shirt. He looked Paulo in the eyes before lowering to his knees. Joe took this as a signal and started unbuttoning the white vest of Paulo’s uniform. Nick opened Paulo’s white slacks and brought them down to his ankles.
Paulo was wearing a small pair of yellow boxer briefs, his cock straining in the fabric. Nick had to remind himself to breathe when he lowered the underwear. Paulo’s cock sprung from it’s confinement. It was the most delicious cock Nick had ever seen that wasn’t Joe’s. It had to be at least eight inches long. It was thick, curved upwards, and- unlike Joe or Nick- Paulo was uncircumcised. Nick wasn’t sure if he could take a cock this big. Grabbed the base firmly and could feel the throbbing. Nick looked up. By now, Joe had removed Paulo’s other clothing and was standing naked looking saucer-eyed at Paulo’s manhood. Paulo had a huge grin across his face.
“How old are you, Paulo?” Nick asked hoarsly.
“Sixteen.”
Nick couldn’t believe how well endowed this boy was. This must be why Brazil was all the rage.
A/N: This chapter seems awkward to me, so I hope you all enjoy it. I don't intend for this to be a very long story. I'm thinking five chapters at the most. What would you like to see in future chapters as far as sex goes? Let me know, because I like my readers to read something they really like. Comments are always appreciated.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Joe/Nick/OMC
Warning: Didn't happen.
“Joe, I don’t care how “yummy” you say he is, I do not need to know that you want to fuck him sideways!” That was the first thing Nick heard Kevin say as he entered the dressing room.
“Or he can fuck me, I’m not choosey…and then Nick could-”
“Joey!” Nick exclaimed!
“What, I was just saying how hot Paulo is.”
Nick blushed and grabbed an orange off the food table. He flopped down on the sofa with Joe and Kevin. There was a half hour left before the show, and everyone knew to leave them alone for pre-show brother time. Joe nestled himself against Nick and began to absently play with his hair.
Kevin was soon talking about all the places they had to visit while in Rio, but Nick was zoned out, imagining graphic sex situations with Joe and their new boy toy, Paulo. Well, he wasn’t really their boy toy yet, but Nick knew it would happen very soon. He and Joe had managed to seduce straight boys before, so this would be a piece of cake. Besides, wasn’t Brazil the sex capital of the western hemisphere?
“Nick?” Kevin’s voice sounded fuzzy and distant.
“Oh, sorry Kev.” Nick came back from his fantasies.
“Oh God, Nicky” Kevin rolled his eyes.
“What?” Nick asked innocently. Kevin looked pointedly at Nick’s crotch. Nick was hard.
“That’s my boy!” was all Joe had to say.
“I’ll excuse myself.” Kevin got up. “I’m gonna let you two…let off some steam.” He chuckled a bit, heading for the door.
Joe jumped up and ran to give Kevin a bear hug, declaring him the best big brother.
Nick smiled. Yeah, Kevin was pretty great, giving them privacy to fuck, and all that.
“Sit, Nick.” Joe said, straddling his younger brother once Kevin had left. “There’s not much time before the show, I’ll just suck you-”
Nick grabbed Joe’s shoulders and kissed him fiercely, giving Joe a playful bite to his bottom lip. Joe saw that look in Nick’s eyes. The look that meant bend over, bitch.
Well, they would make time.
***
Kevin looked at his watch backstage. The show was starting in a few minutes.
“Where are Joe and Nick?” asked Garbo.
“Probably fucking like rabbits.”
They laughed.
***
An hour after the show, Joe and Nick were back in their hotel room. They had both showered, and were wearing only boxers. Joe phoned room service, asking for ice cream sundaes with extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Then, as carefully planned, he requested that Paulo bring the food up.
“I forgot to tip him last time, I just feel bad,” was Joe’s suave excuse to the staff member before hanging up the phone.
“I hope he…y’know…” said Joe.
“Oh, believe me, he wants it. From both of us.” Nick was confident. He always got what he wanted, especially when what he wanted was hot foreign cock.
“God, Nick! You’re such a whore!” Joe said playfully.
“And what does that make you?” Nick asked, raising his eyebrow
“Okay, we’re both cockwhores, and that’s why we’re soul mates!” Joe said dramatically.
“Wow, Joe.” Nick planted himself upon Joe’s lap on the bed. “That’s so, like, deep and meaningful,” he said between kisses.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Nick flew from the bed, donned a white scoop neck shirt, and scrambled to open the door in nothing else but his white and blue striped boxers.
Paulo was standing there, looking as delicious as Nick remembered in his white room service uniform, standing behind a silver cart with the ice cream.
“Hey, you guys,” Paulo said silkily.
Joe had come up behind Nick, not even wearing a shirt.
Paulo eyed Joe, then Nick and smiled even more; Nick could tell he had gathered that he and Joe were lovers and thought that was hot.
“Come in, Paulo,” said Nick, using his bedroom voice.
They moved aside so Paulo could steer the cart in the room, and Joe grabbed Nick’s ass playfully.
“You guys really like ice cream,” Paulo remarked playfully. “I made sure to bring up the extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, like you asked.” Then, he actually scooped some whipped cream from one of the sundaes onto his finger and licked it off.
Joe was the one to initiate, stepping forward and placing a hand on Paulo’s upper arm.
“Y’know, Paulo,” he said “We think you’re really cute.” He lowered placed both hands on the boy’s slim waist. “Actually, we think you’re pretty damn sexy.”
Paulo looked back at Joe wantonly.
“Oh, really?” he said.
“Yeah.” Joe kissed him. “Really.”
Nick moved around behind Paulo so the boy was between him and Joe, wrapping his arms around his waist with Joe’s. Nick kissed the nape of the boy’s brown neck, taking in the scent of a bit of sweet cologne and something else, a more personal, musky smell. Nick could feel himself getting hard.
Joe kept kissing Paulo, who was- not surprisingly- a fantastic kisser. His mouth was so hot, and wet. Joe sucked on the plump bottom lip. He stopped, because Paulo was breathing heavily. Joe could feel him getting hard. Paulo arched his neck and clutched Joe’s bare back as Nick kissed up around his jaw from behind. Joe understood, knowing what Nick could do with his lips.
Nick stopped. “I think you know why we wanted that whipped cream and chocolate sauce, Paulo.”
The boy moaned.
“We’ve been fantasizing about you since we first saw you, y’know,” joined Joe, palming Paulo’s hard cock through his pants. It seemed restrained, and Joe guessed he was wearing briefs, which he thought was pretty hot. Joe and Nick were both fully hard now, their boxers tented.
“I do like my American boys,” Paulo said throatily, in that Brazilian accent that Nick and Joe found irresistible.
Nick moved around to face Paulo with Joe, stripping off his shirt. He looked Paulo in the eyes before lowering to his knees. Joe took this as a signal and started unbuttoning the white vest of Paulo’s uniform. Nick opened Paulo’s white slacks and brought them down to his ankles.
Paulo was wearing a small pair of yellow boxer briefs, his cock straining in the fabric. Nick had to remind himself to breathe when he lowered the underwear. Paulo’s cock sprung from it’s confinement. It was the most delicious cock Nick had ever seen that wasn’t Joe’s. It had to be at least eight inches long. It was thick, curved upwards, and- unlike Joe or Nick- Paulo was uncircumcised. Nick wasn’t sure if he could take a cock this big. Grabbed the base firmly and could feel the throbbing. Nick looked up. By now, Joe had removed Paulo’s other clothing and was standing naked looking saucer-eyed at Paulo’s manhood. Paulo had a huge grin across his face.
“How old are you, Paulo?” Nick asked hoarsly.
“Sixteen.”
Nick couldn’t believe how well endowed this boy was. This must be why Brazil was all the rage.
A/N: This chapter seems awkward to me, so I hope you all enjoy it. I don't intend for this to be a very long story. I'm thinking five chapters at the most. What would you like to see in future chapters as far as sex goes? Let me know, because I like my readers to read something they really like. Comments are always appreciated.
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