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  <title>Bitch, please.</title>
  <subtitle>Azrael</subtitle>
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    <name>Azrael</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-13T04:59:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:18903</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Voulez-vous parler ...</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T04:59:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T04:59:13Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which language(s) do you currently speak?  If you could learn only one other language, what would you choose, and why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_stormvoel' lj:user='stormvoel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stormvoel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://stormvoel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stormvoel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1183'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1183"&gt;View 1370 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I speak Mandarin and French. I really do need to brush up on French, though. I've forgotten a lot of conjugations.  I'd really like to learn Latin, since it is kinda where all the Romantic languages came from. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do these, I'm basically posting to show you guys THAT I'M NOT DEAD.  I've just been trying to balance school, rehearsals, and friends. Once Christmas is over, I think things will die down and I'll be able to breathe. O.o  Haha, I'm not comlaining. I'm so excited for Christmas, you guys!  I turn eighteen in about a month, so I'm excited to finally BE LEGAL and be able to do shit LEGALLY. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of fic, I've got one going and few drabbles stewing in my brain.  I'm thinking some Nick/Taylor (Lautner, of course) and of course some Joick. Always Joick. *sigh/swoon* I'll get them posted SOON, I PROMISE!  Anywhore, ILU guys. *hugs to everyone*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:18532</id>
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    <title>Drabbles - Joe/Nick. Fluff and smut!</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T01:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T01:15:52Z</updated>
    <category term="drabbles"/>
    <category term="fluff"/>
    <category term="joick"/>
    <category term="smut"/>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <content type="html">So, I know it's been, like, forever since I've written anything on here.&amp;nbsp; It's not even that I haven't had any time, though my life has been slightly swamped.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, I hope everyone enjoys these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drabbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing:Joe/Nick&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG - NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I don't own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick exhaled as he swiped the key card to his and Joe&amp;rsquo;s hotel room. The concert had been brilliant. Fantastic. Musically, they had all been spot on everything and the fans were as amazing as always. The after party had been a blast, but Joe was tired and left; he told Nick to stay, purring into his ear below the loud music that he&amp;rsquo;d be at the hotel. Once Joe had left, Nick realized how much he just wanted to be with him after a long day and night. Demi, and Selena understood, and Kevin assured him he&amp;rsquo;d party enough for both Nick and Joe. Entering the dark room, Nick smiled a small, tired smile and closed the door quickly so that the light pouring in from the hallway didn&amp;rsquo;t wake Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nick made his way across the room in the dark, he toed off his shoes and peeled off layers of clothing, stripping down to his boxers. The room was slightly cold, and he felt the hair on his arms and on the nape of his neck stand up. He quickly snuggled under the covers of the one bed that actually got used and up against Joe&amp;lsquo;s bare torso. Joe was wonderfully warm, and he smelled like &lt;em&gt;Joe&lt;/em&gt;: traces of American Crew cologne mixed with a more natural, slightly musky scent that was Nick&amp;rsquo;s favorite scent- the scent of his lover. He felt Joe&amp;rsquo;s big, strong, warm arms gently encircle him, and he lifted his hand to run it through his brother&amp;rsquo;s soft hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the part of every day that Nick looked forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when they were filming or rehearsing, Nick would find himself distracted by Joe&amp;rsquo;s ass. Joe had the most perfectly firm, squeezable and &lt;em&gt;fuckable&lt;/em&gt; ass Nick had ever seen. Nick didn&amp;rsquo;t like it when he wasn&amp;rsquo;t able to control himself, but with Joe&amp;rsquo;s ass just right &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;, he often felt his cock swelling and had to sometimes excuse himself to go into the bathroom and beat off before he could focus properly. Now was one of those times. It was just Kevin, Joe, and Nick, going through some minor changes before the major rehearsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Joe was messing around with his guitar, Kevin discreetly came up to Nick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll leave for a half hour if you just fuck him already.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&amp;rsquo;s jaw dropped. &amp;ldquo;Kevin! I-&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, please, Nicky,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said dismissively. &amp;ldquo;Joe told me how hard you banged him last night, but that apparently wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough. I&amp;rsquo;ll be back in a half hour.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick sat on the piano stool, speechless, his engorged cock constrained by his jeans as Kevin left quietly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe looked over, and grinned knowingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You wanna do it on the piano?&amp;rdquo; Joe said playfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Like you wouldn&amp;rsquo;t believe, baby.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing that Joe loved more than sucking Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock. Over the past year, Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock had grown considerably. Now Joe was faced with his brothers solid six and a half inches of thick teenage cock. It curved up slightly, and beads of precum kept dripping from the mushroom-like head. Joe used the tip of his tongue to lap up the drops of moisture that kept leaking from Nick&amp;rsquo;s harshly pulsing dick. Nick moaned and shuddered as Joe&amp;rsquo;s pink tongue ran up the underside of his cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait any longer, and wrapped his lips around the head and began to suckle, moving his lips down further and further along the shaft. Maybe the length was just a bit above average, but there was no question that Nick&amp;rsquo;s meat had grown to be quite thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe sucked harder, up and down, slow and sensual. He pulled off completely a few times, just to watch his lover&amp;rsquo;s beautiful face scrunch up in horny desperation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joe decided he couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait any longer for Nick&amp;rsquo;s cum, and that Nick would pass out if Joe waited any longer, Joe suckled harder, deeper until his hollowed cheeks became numb and his mouth was filled with the load of cum Nick had been saving for a week. The wonderfully sweet liquid kept gushing, and Joe kept swallowing. It was a lot thicker than usual and incredibly hot. Joe licked his lips of as Nick sighed with relief and stroked Joe&amp;lsquo;s hair.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:17459</id>
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    <title>*sigh*</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T08:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T08:29:36Z</updated>
    <category term="daydream"/>
    <category term="complaints"/>
    <category term="nick&amp;apos;s disco stick"/>
    <category term="nick jonas (hottest bitch on earth)"/>
    <category term="lady gaga"/>
    <category term="fandom"/>
    <category term="jonas brothers"/>
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    <category term="disco stick"/>
    <category term="fly with me"/>
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    <category term="hiatus (5 days)"/>
    <lj:music>LoveGame - Lady Gaga</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Leaving tomorrow to see my grandparents. Ugh.&amp;nbsp; Then to NYC (yay!)&amp;nbsp; I'll be back Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I feel very incoherent right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm so tired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;/end complaints.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that I have had so much JB today, particularly Nick!&amp;nbsp; *drools over him*&amp;nbsp; Like, srsly.&amp;nbsp; Fly With Me was on the radio and I freaking died.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Then &lt;/em&gt;I saw Nick's commercial on TV, and I almost came.&amp;nbsp; And I've just read a couple of lovely smutshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself daydreaming today about what I would do if I met Nick.&amp;nbsp; Of course there would be flailing. And a hug.&amp;nbsp; I would somehow get him to sign my penis.&amp;nbsp; Then, I would whisper in his ear &amp;quot;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&amp;quot; and squeeze his ass.&amp;nbsp; The poor boy wouldn't know what to do. &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my flist and Lady Gaga for this epic daydream...perhaps I'll write a fic about it with an OMC.&amp;nbsp; Idk, but when I get back I'll write SOMETHING, because I've been dying to write some new fic.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:17347</id>
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    <title>I'm back, betches!</title>
    <published>2009-08-16T04:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T04:16:15Z</updated>
    <category term="catching up on fic"/>
    <category term="camp"/>
    <category term="sleepy"/>
    <category term="hiatus"/>
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    <content type="html">I just had the most wonderful, elating, intense, meaningful, defining week of my life.&amp;nbsp; Church camp is always great.&amp;nbsp; I got to catch up with friends who live too far away to see more than once or twice a year and I made some great new ones.&amp;nbsp; This week really put a lot into perspective for me.&amp;nbsp; I feel that my life is more grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of this shit.&amp;nbsp; I'm so exhausted, that I'm just going to go DIE, and by that I mean SLEEP.&amp;nbsp; I'll catch up on my favourite authors on here tomorrow- you guys know who you are!&amp;nbsp;:D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:16487</id>
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    <title>Had a gig today!</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T07:27:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-02T07:27:22Z</updated>
    <category term="violin"/>
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    <category term="70&amp;apos;s alien tranny"/>
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    <lj:music>Smile - Lily Allen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a gig today at a club.  It was improv night.  I wanted to make an impression, so I dyed my hair lime green (used washout hair dye) and spiked it all over.  I also had an electric blue lightning bolt on the side of my face as a shameless tribute to Bowie, so in the end I looked like a 70's alien tranny (which I consider to be a good thing). I wanted to use my electric violin to complet the effect, but I ended up using my acoustic instead because I didn't want to carry an amp around Portland, seeing as I don't drive. I got a great cheer, and it just melted my heart.  I'm glad I'm almost over the stage fright and I can just get up there and play without my nerves taking over.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:16306</id>
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    <title>iTunes meme!</title>
    <published>2009-07-30T23:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-30T23:27:48Z</updated>
    <category term="music"/>
    <category term="meme"/>
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    <lj:music>Ziguenerweisen - Sarasate</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(Stolen from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_darkangel86_07' lj:user='darkangel86_07' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://darkangel86-07.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://darkangel86-07.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;darkangel86_07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Open up your iTunes and fill out this survey,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how embarrassing the responses might be.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs total: 1548&lt;br /&gt;How many hours or days of music: 4.9 days&lt;br /&gt;Most recently played: Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;Most played: Paparazzi - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Most recently added: Lonely Nation - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by song title:&lt;br /&gt;First song: Across the Universe - The Beatles &lt;br /&gt;Last song: *** - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by time:&lt;br /&gt;Shortest song: Her Majesty - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Longest song: Phantasia - Sarah Chang and Julian Lloyd Webber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by album:&lt;br /&gt;First album: Abbey Road - The Beatles &lt;br /&gt;Last album: 19 - Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song that comes up on Shuffle: Man of a Thousand Faces - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search the following and state how many songs come up:&lt;br /&gt;Death – 14&lt;br /&gt;Life – 25&lt;br /&gt;Love – 61&lt;br /&gt;Hate – 2&lt;br /&gt;You – 112&lt;br /&gt;Sex – 4</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:16065</id>
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    <title>Ideas about fics.</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T08:30:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-29T08:30:13Z</updated>
    <category term="fic ideas"/>
    <category term="taylor lautner"/>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="man whore"/>
    <category term="nick jonas (hottest bitch on earth)"/>
    <category term="fandom"/>
    <category term="jonas brothers"/>
    <content type="html">Okay, you guys.  I've got so many ideas for fics lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main one in my mind is a Nick/Taylor Lautner smut-shot.  God, I didn't realize until this week how &lt;i&gt;fiiiine&lt;/i&gt; Taylor is.  I mean, after Nick and Joe, he's like the hottest guy on the planet IMO.  I think he and Nick would make lovely porn.  What are your guys' opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two or three other ideas for one-shots.  My only dilemma is that I must wait to write them until next week. I'm housesitting and my laptop is at home.  I want to use my own so I can save and stuff.  Idk, I can handwrite my short stories and type them later, but fics are different for some reason.  Sorry for the babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in general life I'm succeding as a very good man-whore. I'm seventeen, it's all good. *shrugs*  Sorry, I intended for this post to be PG...so, everyone just say a Hail Mary and call it good.</content>
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    <title>Joe Jonas~  *cuddles him*</title>
    <published>2009-07-27T07:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-27T07:40:05Z</updated>
    <category term="joe jonas"/>
    <category term="camilla belle"/>
    <category term="fandom: jonas brothers"/>
    <content type="html">Poor Joey.  I always thought he and Camilla were lovely together.  After watching the videos on youtube of him crying during a show, I feel very sad for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this calls for Nick to make it all better...emotionally...sexually...SEXUALLY...y'know, the works.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:15585</id>
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    <title>Life~ Modeling</title>
    <published>2009-07-26T22:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-26T22:30:04Z</updated>
    <category term="modeling"/>
    <category term="real life"/>
    <content type="html">I've been modeling for three years, and I've been looking for a new company for more advanced stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My problem is that I don't meet the general U.S. height requirement.&amp;nbsp; Most modeling companies, however, do take very thin boys if they have the right proportions.&amp;nbsp; I am naturally very skinny, so I have had success, though I'm only 5'8&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp;I had an interview/audition today.&amp;nbsp; They seemed to like me and I know they were impressed with my resume.&amp;nbsp; But guess what?&amp;nbsp; One lady on the panel told me to loose 10-15 lbs.&amp;nbsp; My question is from where?!&amp;nbsp; I am 98 lbs.&amp;nbsp; If I lost that much, I&amp;nbsp;would fucking die!&amp;nbsp; I felt so insulted, because the way she spoke to me made it sound as if I were morbidly obese or something.&amp;nbsp; I actually phoned later and&amp;nbsp;made a complaint.&amp;nbsp; I am just so disgusted with some of these people.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Fic:  ~Phone Sex [Joe/Nick, Oneshot]</title>
    <published>2009-07-26T06:04:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-26T06:04:50Z</updated>
    <category term="oneshot"/>
    <category term="joe/nick"/>
    <category term="smut"/>
    <category term="phone sex"/>
    <category term="fanfiction: jonas brothers"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: Phone Sex &lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Joe/Nick&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Joe is away in Sweden for a ten day stunt course.&amp;nbsp; He and Nick miss each other miserably and are also very horny.&amp;nbsp; Kevin suggests phone sex to ease the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has been gone for a week now. He's staying in Sweden for a ten day stunt course to learn some new stage tricks. For most of this week Kevin has been paying extra special attention to Nick, trying to keep him occupied, because he can see that Nick is aching to have Joe back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, Nick is happy for this time, because Joe was so happy about this stunt course and Nick gets Kevin to himself for a while for some brotherly bonding. Nick, however, didn't know that ten days without Joe would be so difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nick, I'm going down to the pool for a while,&amp;quot; Kevin says. It's eleven thirty at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I texted Joe and told him to...treat you when he calls you tonight.&amp;quot; Kevin raises his eyebrows at the last part of the sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Treat me?&amp;quot; Nick asks, confused. &amp;quot;What is that supposed to mean?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin clasps Nicks shoulder. &amp;quot;I told him that you've been jerking off, like, every five minutes without him.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick blushes and looks at his feet. Kevin grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I just told him to give you some phone sex. He said he's been pretty horned up without you, too.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kevin,&amp;quot; Nick says. &amp;quot;Have I told you lately that you're the greatest?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin hugs Nick. The hug lasts for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I know you miss him, Nicky. Believe me, he misses you too.&amp;quot; Kevin rubs Nick's back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is trying to hold back tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kevin leaves, Nick flops onto his bed and turns on the television, awaiting Joe's nightly call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings, Nick picks up on the first ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Joey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, baby boy!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I miss you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I miss you, too, Nicky. A lot.&amp;quot; Joe's voice is tender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick smiles silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's really great here and everything, but I'm really looking foreword to being back with you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Joe, I love you.&amp;quot; Nick needs to say it, needs to hear Joe say it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love you, too, baby. More than anything.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words warm Nick from the inside out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kevin told me about your little- ah, &lt;i&gt;problem&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;quot; Joe says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah. It's just...well, not the same without you, if you know what I'm saying,&amp;quot; Nick chuckles. It's easier to be lighthearted now, because he feels almost like he's with Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Same here,&amp;quot; Joe laughs that sweet, deep laugh that Nick loves. &amp;quot;I seriously jerked off six times yesterday thinking of you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I can beat that,&amp;quot; Nick says mischeivously&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Joe is skeptical. &amp;quot;Seven?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Eight,&amp;quot; Nick says proudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I know. See, Joe, how miserable I am without you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well, we're going to have to fix that.&amp;quot; Joe's using his naughty voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick removes his pajama bottoms, his only article of clothing, and grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nick, I want you,&amp;quot; Joe says wantonly. &amp;quot;I want your pink, plump lips wrapped around my cock.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Joe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I want to kiss your chest, to suck your hard little nipples.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Joe, I need you to fuck me,&amp;quot; Nick says, stroking his cock eagerly. &amp;quot;I need you to pound my ass, fuck me until I can't see straight.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick can hear Joe's breathing go up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I want your thick cock inside of me,&amp;quot; Nick says, using the soft voice he knows drives Joe crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nicky,&amp;quot; Joe moans. &amp;quot;Your ass is always so tight...I want you to suck my cock. I want to shove it all the way to the back of your throat.&amp;quot; Joe is thinking of how great a cocksucker Nick is, how he just takes it all like a slut. Joe adds a palm full of lube to his dick. He's getting closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Come on my face, Joe.&amp;quot; Nick is breathing heavily, Joe can hear him stroking himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe loves watching Nick beat off, and he can imagine what Nick looks like now. His brow would be furrowed, his eyes closed, cheeks pink...back arched when he comes, chewing his bottom lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Lick your come off of my face, Joe,&amp;quot; Nick says eagerly. &amp;quot;Taste yourself, then kiss me.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nicky...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I want you here, Joey.&amp;quot; Nick moans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; there, Nick.&amp;quot; Joe is adamant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick groans as he comes. After eight times that day, there isn't much come, but the orgasm is still powerful. His back arches off the bed. &amp;quot;Joe!&amp;quot; he yells. His dick aches slightly from all the work that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nick...I'm so...close!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Come on, Joe,&amp;quot; Nick helps him there. &amp;quot;I'm fucking you, I'm giving it to you good!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck me, Nick!&amp;quot; Joe's come shoots over his head and hits the headboard. Nick shudders when he hears Joe yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both regaining their breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is the first to speak. &amp;quot;How was that, baby boy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Great, Joey,&amp;quot; Nick sighs, content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I love you so much. Can I stay on the line until you fall asleep?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Please, baby...&amp;quot; Nick is already feeling drowsy. &amp;quot;I love you, Joey.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joe arrives at the airport and sees Nick, they run to embrace each other. They both wipe away tears; they have to wait until they're in Kevin's car to kiss, so nobody sees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Aren't you guys glad I suggested some good ol' phone sex?&amp;quot; Kevin asks his brothers on the ride back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Kev,&amp;quot; Nick says, leaning into Joe's arm in the backseat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, thanks! I actually had to wash the dried come out of my chest hair the next morning.&amp;quot; Joe laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Dude, that's too much information!&amp;quot; Kevin says, but he's still smiling at how happy Joe and Nick are.</content>
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    <title>Life- the joys of being single.</title>
    <published>2009-07-26T05:02:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-26T05:03:19Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <category term="personal babbling"/>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="being single"/>
    <content type="html">So, my gf and I broke up this week.&amp;nbsp; It was totally mutual I am very happy about it.&amp;nbsp; The interesting thing is that we were best friends for five years before we ever started going out.&amp;nbsp; The best part: we're still best friends.&amp;nbsp; We basically decided that we'll never stop being best friends, because we're that close.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad. &amp;nbsp;It was getting to the point where I wasn't happy with the relationship.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I'll stay single for this last year of high school and just be the manwhore I already am.&amp;nbsp; There's no shame in that, right? *wink*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:14714</id>
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    <title>Not to be bitchy, but...</title>
    <published>2009-07-25T05:31:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-25T05:32:27Z</updated>
    <category term="concerning fanfiction (jobros)"/>
    <category term="me being whiny"/>
    <content type="html">I feel slightly whiny for posting this, but I feel that I have reason.  My latest story, Room Service, has barely gotten any comments.  A lot of people have friended me lately, but I have yet to see comments from many of them.  Also- and here's where I feel whiny- but certain people who aren't around &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_jonasslash' lj:user='jonasslash' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jonasslash/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jonasslash/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jonasslash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the main community where I post) much get loads of comments.  In the past, I have gotten a lot of feedback, so it isn't the quality of my writing that is in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I ask that you do comment when you read my stories.  If you're going to friend me, give me feedback when you read my work.  I do work hard on my stories and I like them to be appreciated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I want to continue Room Service.  Comment on this post and let me know if you like this series, because if people just don't care for the concept of the plot I'll start writing some of the oneshots I have in my head.</content>
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    <title>Room Service (Chapter 2) [Joe/Nick]</title>
    <published>2009-07-24T07:29:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-24T07:38:53Z</updated>
    <category term="porn"/>
    <category term="title: room service"/>
    <category term="joe/nick"/>
    <category term="brazilian eyecandy"/>
    <category term="smut"/>
    <category term="fanfiction: jonas brothers"/>
    <category term="omc paulo"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Room Service (Chapter 2)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Pairing:&amp;nbsp;Joe/Nick/OMC&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, I don&amp;rsquo;t care how &amp;ldquo;yummy&amp;rdquo; you say he is, I do not need to know that you want to fuck him sideways!&amp;rdquo; That was the first thing Nick heard Kevin say as he entered the dressing room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Or he can fuck me, I&amp;rsquo;m not choosey&amp;hellip;and then Nick could-&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joey!&amp;rdquo; Nick exclaimed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What, I was just saying how hot Paulo is.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;rsquo;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&amp;rsquo;t Brazil the sex capital of the western hemisphere? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick?&amp;rdquo; Kevin&amp;rsquo;s voice sounded fuzzy and distant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, sorry Kev.&amp;rdquo; Nick came back from his fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh God, Nicky&amp;rdquo; Kevin rolled his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked innocently. Kevin looked pointedly at Nick&amp;rsquo;s crotch. Nick was hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s my boy!&amp;rdquo; was all Joe had to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll excuse myself.&amp;rdquo; Kevin got up. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m gonna let you two&amp;hellip;let off some steam.&amp;rdquo; He chuckled a bit, heading for the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe jumped up and ran to give Kevin a bear hug, declaring him the best big brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick smiled. Yeah, Kevin was pretty great, giving them privacy to fuck, and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sit, Nick.&amp;rdquo; Joe said, straddling his younger brother once Kevin had left. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s not much time before the show, I&amp;rsquo;ll just suck you-&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick grabbed Joe&amp;rsquo;s shoulders and kissed him fiercely, giving Joe a playful bite to his bottom lip. Joe saw that look in Nick&amp;rsquo;s eyes. The look that meant &lt;em&gt;bend over, bitch.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they would make time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin looked at his watch backstage. The show was starting in a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are Joe and Nick?&amp;rdquo; asked Garbo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Probably fucking like rabbits.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I forgot to tip him last time, I just feel bad,&amp;rdquo; was Joe&amp;rsquo;s suave excuse to the staff member before hanging up the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I hope he&amp;hellip;y&amp;rsquo;know&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; said Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, believe me, he wants it. From both of us.&amp;rdquo; Nick was confident. He always got what he wanted, especially when what he wanted was hot foreign cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;God, Nick! You&amp;rsquo;re such a whore!&amp;rdquo; Joe said playfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;And what does that make you?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked, raising his eyebrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, we&amp;rsquo;re both cockwhores, and that&amp;rsquo;s why we&amp;rsquo;re soul mates!&amp;rdquo; Joe said dramatically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow, Joe.&amp;rdquo; Nick planted himself upon Joe&amp;rsquo;s lap on the bed. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s so, like, deep and meaningful,&amp;rdquo; he said between kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, you guys,&amp;rdquo; Paulo said silkily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had come up behind Nick, not even wearing a shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come in, &lt;em&gt;Paulo&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;rdquo; said Nick, using his bedroom voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved aside so Paulo could steer the cart in the room, and Joe grabbed Nick&amp;rsquo;s ass playfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You guys really like ice cream,&amp;rdquo; Paulo remarked playfully. &amp;ldquo;I made sure to bring up the extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, like you asked.&amp;rdquo; Then, he actually scooped some whipped cream from one of the sundaes onto his finger and licked it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was the one to initiate, stepping forward and placing a hand on Paulo&amp;rsquo;s upper arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Y&amp;rsquo;know, Paulo,&amp;rdquo; he said &amp;ldquo;We think you&amp;rsquo;re really cute.&amp;rdquo; He lowered placed both hands on the boy&amp;rsquo;s slim waist. &amp;ldquo;Actually, we think you&amp;rsquo;re pretty damn sexy.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo looked back at Joe wantonly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, really?&amp;rdquo; he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah.&amp;rdquo; Joe kissed him. &amp;ldquo;Really.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick moved around behind Paulo so the boy was between him and Joe, wrapping his arms around his waist with Joe&amp;rsquo;s. Nick kissed the nape of the boy&amp;rsquo;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;rsquo;s bare back as Nick kissed up around his jaw from behind. Joe understood, knowing what Nick could do with his lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick stopped. &amp;ldquo;I think you know why we wanted that whipped cream and chocolate sauce, Paulo.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy moaned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;We&amp;rsquo;ve been fantasizing about you since we first saw you, y&amp;rsquo;know,&amp;rdquo; joined Joe, palming Paulo&amp;rsquo;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I do like my American boys,&amp;rdquo; Paulo said throatily, in that Brazilian accent that Nick and Joe found irresistible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;rsquo;s uniform. Nick opened Paulo&amp;rsquo;s white slacks and brought them down to his ankles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;rsquo;s cock sprung from it&amp;rsquo;s confinement. It was the most delicious cock Nick had ever seen that wasn&amp;rsquo;t Joe&amp;rsquo;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&amp;rsquo;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&amp;rsquo;s other clothing and was standing naked looking saucer-eyed at Paulo&amp;rsquo;s manhood. Paulo had a huge grin across his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;How old are you, Paulo?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked hoarsly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sixteen.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe how well endowed this boy was. This must be why Brazil was all the rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;A/N:&amp;nbsp; This chapter seems awkward to me, so I hope you all enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; I don't intend for this to be a very long story.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking five chapters at the most.&amp;nbsp; What would you like to see in future chapters as far as sex goes?&amp;nbsp; Let me know, because I like my readers to read something they really like.&amp;nbsp; Comments are always appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Room Service (Chapter 1)  [JoBros fic]</title>
    <published>2009-07-22T08:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-22T08:50:09Z</updated>
    <category term="three-way"/>
    <category term="joe/nick"/>
    <category term="jonas brothers"/>
    <category term="pre-smut"/>
    <category term="sexy brazilian guys"/>
    <category term="chapter 1"/>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="room service"/>
    <lj:music>Here We Go Again - Demi Lovato</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Room Service (Chapter 1)&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Joe/Nick &lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG (for now) &lt;br /&gt;Warning: Fiction. &lt;br /&gt;A/N: Smut to follow soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact that Joe and Nick were fully committed, madly in love, and willing to have some occasional three-way, or even four-way, action was working just fine for them both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were about to land in Rio, the first thing that came out of Joe&amp;rsquo;s mouth was &amp;ldquo;Maybe we can find some hot Brazilian guy to mess around with.&amp;rdquo; Nick&amp;rsquo;s cheeks warmed at the thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, having overheard from his seat across from the pair, coughed loudly. &amp;ldquo;What, Kev?&amp;rdquo; Asked Nick. &amp;ldquo;Half the time, you share a wall with us, so it&amp;rsquo;s not any news to you.&amp;rdquo; Nick joked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;It also doesn&amp;rsquo;t help that Joe insists on filling me in on every detail of your guys&amp;rsquo; sex life.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick turned to Joe, who was flipping through &lt;em&gt;Men&amp;rsquo;s Vogue&lt;/em&gt;, now blushing more from embarrassment than the thought of exotic Brazilian guys. &amp;ldquo;Joe!&amp;rdquo; Nick sounded scandalized! &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s private!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; Joe said casually. &amp;ldquo;You just said he hears it all through the walls anyway. Besides, it&amp;rsquo;s Kevin. We tell each other everything else.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was still embarrassed at the thought of Joe regaling to Kevin how much he liked it when Joe rimmed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they landed, they were all tired. It was the middle of the day in Rio, and they all knew the best way to fight jet-lag was to adjust to the new schedule and not fall asleep. At the hotel, Kevin went to his room to call Danielle while Joe and Nick went to their&amp;rsquo;s. Nick was starving, and ordered an extra large pizza and a pot of strong coffee from room service while Joe flipped through television channels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Order ice cream sundaes!&amp;rdquo; Joe sounded like a little kid. Nick smiled and ordered the sundaes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging up the phone, he went to sit on Joe&amp;rsquo;s lap on the bed that they would be using (they only ever used one of the two beds in hotels). Joe beamed and wrapped his arms around Nick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re really cute, y&amp;rsquo;know that?&amp;rdquo; Nick cupped Joe&amp;rsquo;s face and softly kissed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; Joe frowned slightly at Nick&amp;rsquo;s giggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your &amp;lsquo;stache tickles!&amp;rdquo; Nick replied, running his fingertips across Joe&amp;rsquo;s stubble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll go shave!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Joe was in the bathroom, Nick flopped down on the bed and thought about going to the pool later as an excuse to see Joe in those new spandex swimming shorts he had bought for him. A knock at their room door brought Nick out of his daydream of Joe&amp;rsquo;s ass and crotch in spandex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick ran for the door, realizing how hungry he really was. When he opened the door, he saw the most gorgeous boy he had ever seen, aside from Joe. He had to be about Nick&amp;rsquo;s age, sixteen or seventeen. He slender but clearly athletic, with side swept hair, and large almond eyes. His skin was the color of rich dark caramel, and his lips were very plump, wet, and the color of dusted rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service boy flashed a large smile of sparkling white teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Someone must be hungry,&amp;rdquo; he said jokingly, his accent thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick managed to close his mouth before he started to drool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh, yeah. Long- long flight.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll wheel this in for you&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick realized that he needed to move aside for the service boy to wheel the cart of food in and hastily pressed himself against the wall, allowing the boy to pass with the dining cart. Nick took a good look and was pleased to see a round, and no doubt firm, bubble butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick walked over to where the service boy stood with the cart and handed him some money plus a generous tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy pocketed the money with a smile. He didn&amp;rsquo;t leave. He looked Nick up and down for a split second, before grinning deviously. Nick couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe that just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s your name?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked hurriedly, the words all slurred together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Paulo,&amp;rdquo; The boy answered with a sweet smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Nick.&amp;rdquo; He gulped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nice to meet you,&amp;rdquo; Paulo said &amp;ldquo;I have to get going, but I&amp;rsquo;ll see you later&amp;hellip;Nick.&amp;rdquo; He smiled even more, a glint of something else in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah.&amp;rdquo; Nick managed. &amp;ldquo;I hope I will.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, Nick couldn&amp;rsquo;t say for sure, but it looked like Paulo was swaying his hips a bit more. He passed Joe standing in the door of the bathroom, a bit of shaving cream on his cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bye, Paulo,&amp;rdquo; Joe said in his almost-bedroom voice as Paulo left the room. Nick had no idea how long Joe had been standing there, but it was clearly long enough to learn Paulo&amp;rsquo;s name. Nick was a little jealous of how Joe could always keep his cool around beautiful people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Holy shit, Nick! Did you see him! He was totally hitting on you!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah&amp;hellip;I saw.&amp;rdquo; Nick said absently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick could hear it in Joe&amp;rsquo;s voice already. He knew what Joe was about to propose, and he was already one step ahead of him.&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>immaculate_beam @ 2009-07-19T01:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-19T08:32:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-19T08:34:14Z</updated>
    <category term="kevin/joe/nick"/>
    <category term="epilogue"/>
    <category term="a hotter version of your life"/>
    <category term="fanfic: jobros"/>
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    <lj:music>Paper Gangsta - Lady GaGa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: A Hotter Version of Your Life (Epilogue)&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&amp;nbsp;NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Pairing:&amp;nbsp;Joe/Nick (references to Joe/Nick/Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;A/N:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I decided to add an epilogue at the urging my lovely readers.&amp;nbsp; Special thanks to Robin (who actually prompted this)&amp;nbsp;and Ashley for being amazing readers and supporters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, when Nick wakes up, he knows things are back to normal. The previous day had been so weird. Nick had literally spent the entire day having sex with his brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Nick could tell that things were back to normal. The weird feeling that he had sensed the morning prior was no longer there. He just somehow knew it was a one day thing. What was worse was that he was hard. Was it even possible for him to have morning wood after an entire day of having every possible type of sex three boys could have? Apparently it was, because his cock was thick, full, and aching. He got out of bed, feeling the soft rug under his toes and stretched. He was naked, and the sun streaming in the window gave his body a nice golden glow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick flops back down onto his bed and starts to work himself, one hand stroking his eager cock, the other stroking his abs and chest. Images of Joe and Kevin flood his mind. Nick stops moving and sits up; his cock is leaking, but he barely notices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to. He can&amp;rsquo;t just let yesterday be a one time thing that only he would remember. Perhaps it was a glimpse of what could happen? He doesn&amp;rsquo;t know, but he does know that he wanted his brothers&amp;rsquo; hot, muscled, sweaty bodies against his own. He wants their bodies for himself and for them to have his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, who should he try? Joe. Though they were all very close, Joe and Nick had always been the closest. Nick always shared a bed with Joe on tour, so it they hadn&amp;rsquo;t jerked off in front of each other. Yes, Joe would be easiest to start with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick runs from his room, down the hall, and bursts into Joe&amp;rsquo;s room. Joe is still asleep. Of course. Nick yanks the covers off of Joe&amp;rsquo;s almost naked body and takes note of the large tent in Joe&amp;rsquo;s boxers. Joe&amp;rsquo;s eyes snap open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick, what the- why are you naked?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick just stares at Joe with the most lustful, hungry look he can muster. This registers with Joe, who looks from Nick&amp;rsquo;s face to his erect, dripping dick, and back to his face. In a flash, Joe is out of bed and on his knees in front of Nick. Nick is stunned, he had no idea it would be this easy; he had imagined he would have to do a little persuading. Joe, however, is taking command here. He&amp;rsquo;s got Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock in his mouth, which is wonderfully hot. As Joe sucks almost violently on Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock and Nick runs his fingers through his brother&amp;rsquo;s thick hair. Joe explores Nick&amp;rsquo;s lower body with his hands as he continues to suck and eventually inserts a digit of a middle finger into Nick&amp;rsquo;s ass. He presses the rest of the finger in and wiggles a little, Nick moaning like a whore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe releases Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock from his mouth and licks the head once before his finger brushes Nick&amp;rsquo;s prostate. Nick comes all over Joe&amp;rsquo;s face. Nick is amazed that he could come that much after a day like yesterday. Joe looks up at Nick, face covered in pearly come, with the sluttiest look Nick has ever seen. Nick pulls his brother up and kisses him deeply. &lt;br /&gt;On impulse, Nick licks his come off of Joe&amp;rsquo;s face and feel Joe&amp;rsquo;s dick twitch against his leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Joe?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you want to go get Kevin?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You read my mind, baby.&amp;rdquo;</content>
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    <title>immaculate_beam @ 2009-07-17T02:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-17T09:13:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-17T09:15:31Z</updated>
    <category term="slight bondage"/>
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    <content type="html">Title: A Hotter Version of Your Life (2/2) &lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Kevin/Joe/Nick &lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17 &lt;br /&gt;A/N: I basically wrote this in an hour, and I hope it's alright. With rehearsals, my free time is limited. I did my best, and I hope you all like it. This is dedicated to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_darkangel86_07' lj:user='darkangel86_07' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://darkangel86-07.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://darkangel86-07.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;darkangel86_07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for being the most awesome person in the world and posting sexy JoBros softball pics for me, as well as for using my signature phrase in her story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick bites gently on Joe&amp;rsquo;s full bottom lip before Joe picks him up bridal style and carries him to the bed. Kevin attacks Nick&amp;rsquo;s chest with his wonderfully wet mouth and kisses a trail down Nick&amp;rsquo;s torso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick, you&amp;rsquo;re moaning like a two dollar whore!&amp;rdquo; Joe remarks, before licking one of Nick&amp;rsquo;s sensitive and very hard nipples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Like a virgin.&amp;rdquo; Kevin says before lovingly circling Nick&amp;rsquo;s belly button with his tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick just lays there, clutching the sheets, unable to do much else other than luxuriate in the pleasures of his brothers. Kevin grips his Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock and stares at him. He smiles mischievously before softly brushing his thumb over the engorged head. Nick comes immediately, with no warning and to his own surprise. Joe eagerly laps up the thick fluid from his baby brother&amp;rsquo;s stomach with quick kitten licks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;God, Joe. You&amp;rsquo;re such a come whore!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick makes the best.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&amp;rsquo;s eyes are huge, and he realizes he hasn&amp;rsquo;t really been participating. Before he can do anything, Joe says &amp;ldquo;Kevin, get the straps.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Straps? Joe, what-&amp;rdquo; before Nick finishes, Kevin has fished out a shoe box from under the bed and produced two thick leather straps, each with a buckle on the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sssh, baby boy!&amp;rdquo; Kevin reassures Nick. &amp;ldquo;You promised last time we could use them on you.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Nick knows what&amp;rsquo;s happening, his brothers are securing his wrists to the iron bars of the headboard. He&amp;rsquo;s painfully hard again and can feel the precome dripping down the underside of his cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kevin looks through the shoe box that had contained the straps for some lube, Joe whispers in Nick&amp;rsquo;s ear &amp;ldquo;Y&amp;rsquo;know, I had a dream about you last night? You were in that cute little softball uniform of yours, all sweaty and sticky.&amp;rdquo; Nick&amp;rsquo;s dick twitches at the thought of Joe fantasizing about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nicholas,&amp;rdquo; Kevin is lubing up his cock between Nick&amp;lsquo;s widely spread legs. &amp;ldquo;Tell me what you want.&amp;rdquo; Nick has never heard Kevin sound so sexy, so manly. Nick eyes Kevin&amp;rsquo;s cock. It&amp;rsquo;s huge, thick, slicked with lube, and it looks very delicious. Nick knows exactly what he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait, Kev!&amp;rdquo; Joe says. &amp;ldquo;Let&amp;rsquo;s get him a little worked up, first.&amp;rdquo; Joe smirks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Good idea, Joey.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin lowers his mouth onto the head of Nick&amp;rsquo;s cock and Joe grips the pulsing shaft. Nick whimpers. As Kevin begins to suck violently and Joe gently strokes, Nick squeals and moans, but it ends much too soon. He had been about to come again when they stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;AAAH!&amp;rdquo; Nick exclaims, frustrated and tortured. He instinctively jerks his right arm, needing to touch himself, but the strap doesn&amp;rsquo;t give. He needs to come now. &amp;ldquo;FUCK ME, NOW!&amp;rdquo; he screams wildly. Kevin beams and impales Nick with his enormous cock. Nick screams. Kevin is almost too big to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;lsquo;s right, baby,&amp;rdquo; Joe says, as he straddles Nick&amp;rsquo;s chest. Kevin continues to thrust slowly and deeply and Joe&amp;rsquo;s cock is now in Nick&amp;rsquo;s face. Nick is sure his wrists are getting bruised from the straps, but he doesn&amp;rsquo;t care. He wants Joe&amp;rsquo;s cock, too. Joe is rocking on Nick&amp;rsquo;s chest, cock inches from Nick&amp;rsquo;s face as he strokes himself. Nick tries to beg, but can&amp;rsquo;t seem to be able to form words. Kevin is brushing against his prostate and he needs Joe&amp;rsquo;s cock. He extends his tongue desperately. Joe smiles and leans so that his cock is barely touching Nick&amp;rsquo;s lips. Nick licks eagerly at the slit, feeling Joe shudder. He comes all over Nick&amp;rsquo;s face, and Nick is amazed that Joe could hold such a big load. Really, his face is painted with the hot fluid. He licks what is around his mouth. Joe&amp;rsquo;s come is a salty and thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, as Joe collapses on top of a still bound Nick, Kevin thrusts directly into Nick&amp;rsquo;s prostate with an animal grunt. Nick&amp;rsquo;s orgasm is so intense, he thinks he literally sees stars. Kevin comes soon after, and Nick can feel himself fill with his brother&amp;rsquo;s fluid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin pulls out and joins Joe in collapsing onto Nick. Now they&amp;rsquo;re all in a heap of sweaty heaving bodies, with Nick&amp;rsquo;s wrists still strapped to the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is just laying there, still recovering from the best thing he&amp;rsquo;s ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>immaculate_beam @ 2009-07-08T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-09T06:19:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-09T06:28:03Z</updated>
    <category term="characters: kevin/joe/nick"/>
    <category term="smut"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Hotter Version of Your life (1/?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings/Characters: Kevin/Joe/Nick&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Nick wakes up in an alternate universe where the only difference is that his brothers are doing each other.&amp;nbsp; Three way&lt;br /&gt;incestuous boy sexage ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick can&amp;rsquo;t really say why today is different; it just is. He lies beneath the cotton sheets in his room in his and his brothers&amp;rsquo; Houston home. It is nice to be home for once. Maybe that&amp;rsquo;s what&amp;rsquo;s different. They&amp;rsquo;ve been gone for so long, he just has to get used to being able to actually relax for a couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. There's something else. It&amp;rsquo;s&amp;hellip;something in the &lt;em&gt;atmosphere&lt;/em&gt;. Nick stares at the ceiling. The sun is coming in through the blinds. Everything looks normal, but feels &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;. Nick sighs and climbs out of bed, stretching his arms above his head. He hears a cry come from Kevin&amp;rsquo;s room and panics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh God, Kev! Yeah, give it to me! Harder! God, you&amp;rsquo;re huge! Aaah!&amp;rdquo; Joe is naked and on all fours on Kevin&amp;rsquo;s unmade bed and Kevin is shoving his dick up Joe&amp;rsquo;s ass. They&amp;rsquo;re both moaning like whores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick stands gawking in the doorway to Kevin&amp;rsquo;s room. He cannot believe what he is seeing. &lt;em&gt;His brothers are fucking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had all come out to each other. Nick was first, and the biggest surprise. Yeah, he was sensitive and fashionable, but he was so butch that nobody had expected it. Of course, his brothers were happy that he had come out and had no problem whatsoever. Kevin was next, and that had been no surprise; the boy was gayer than a day in May. Joe had come out as bi at first, which made sense, seeing as he was the resident man whore in the family. A week later he realized that he only really liked guys and had just been horny when he said he was bi. So they were all gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this still wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough explanation for Nick as to why his older brothers were fucking like rabbits. Now, Joe is straddling Kevin cowboy style and jerking his own manhood as Kevin thrusts his cock in his ass. Nick is still unnoticed in the doorway, as Kevin and Joe both have their eyes squeezed shut with pleasure and intensity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is now beyond being shocked and is wondering how long this had been going on. Nick was always very observant and would surely have noticed something before now. Besides, Nick has been sharing a bed with Joe for a while. On tour they always had to share beds in hotels and on the bus, so Nick was lonely sleeping alone. He often crept into Joe&amp;rsquo;s bed at night and snuggled against his older brother for familiarity. This always happened when they spent time at home, and would phase out after a week or so when Nick wanted to sleep alone again. But they have only been home three days. No, Joe and Kevin have definitely never had sex before. And if they have, why are they suddenly making so much noise about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick realises that he has a raging boner tenting his pyjama pants. He continues to stare at Joe and Kevin. Joe is sucking Kevin&amp;rsquo;s cock, cheeks hollowed like a common slut, and Kevin is pushing his head down. Joe pulls off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kevin?&amp;rdquo; Joe asks in the sluttiest voice Nick has ever heard. &amp;ldquo;Will you spank me?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&amp;rsquo;s jaw drops and he looses all dignity and drops his pyjama pants and starts to jerk his painfully hard, leaking dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin suddenly turns around from where he is kneeling on his bed, hand posed over Joe&amp;rsquo;s ass in a still spanking gesture, and looks at Nick. Joe is waiting for a hard smack to his ass and impatiently looks over his shoulder and sees Nick as well. Nick is petrified. He&amp;rsquo;s confused, turned on, feels like a deer in the headlights, and he&amp;rsquo;s got his cock in his fist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, hi, Nicky!&amp;rdquo; Kevin says brightly. &amp;ldquo;We started without you.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You were asleep,&amp;rdquo; Joe says sheepishly &amp;ldquo;We thought you could just join when you were ready.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick just stands there, dick in hand, pyjama pants pooled around his ankles on the floor. He tries to say something, but all he can manage is a funny gargling sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;We were surprised, since you&amp;rsquo;re the one who&amp;rsquo;s always up for a good morning fuck,&amp;rdquo; Kevin continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Were Kevin and Joe suggesting that this was a usual thing? Like morning coffee, or something? Then it hits Nick. This was why today felt weird when he woke up. It was like, another version of their life, but admittedly hotter. He can&amp;rsquo;t believe this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe gets up from his doggy position and saunters across the room, all golden and naked in the morning sun. He gently takes Nick&amp;rsquo;s bare shoulders in his hands and kisses Nick. Joe&amp;rsquo;s lips are plump, wet, and warm. Joe&amp;rsquo;s entire body, now pressed against Nick&amp;rsquo;s, is incredibly warm. And his dick is rock hard, rubbing against Nick&amp;rsquo;s own boner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe gives Nick a questioning look. At this point, Nick decides to just give in to whatever this is and let his brothers fuck him. He could feel that was what was next, and he had no objections. Honestly, they had always been hot to him, and whatever kind of parallel universe this was, he liked it.</content>
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    <title>Drabble [Kevin/Joe/Nick]</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T06:04:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T06:04:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fic: jonas brothers kevin joe nick fluff"/>
    <lj:music>Where I Stood - Miss Higgins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Title: Morning&amp;nbsp;Glory&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 255, just a drabble&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;A/N: I wrote this to tide myself over until I decide what to write for my next fic.&amp;nbsp; PURE&amp;nbsp;FLUFF. &amp;nbsp;You all know how I love fluff, and it's pretty abundant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin awoke up in a bright pool of morning sun coming thorugh the window.&amp;nbsp; He smiled, and snuggled into the warmth of Joe and Nick under the covers, all in a comfortable tangle of naked torsos and limbs with him.&amp;nbsp; Joe's lips were slightly turned up at the corners in his sleep, feminine eyelashes curled against chiseled cheekbones.&amp;nbsp; Nick looked more serious, but relaxed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Coffee coloured freckles accented creamy skin, and Kevin could see a little peach fuzz above plump lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Kevin's favourite part of the day, aside from the nights spent making love.&amp;nbsp; He always woke first, and he would often just watch his lovers sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Right now they looked so&amp;nbsp;beautiful in the soft golden light of early morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it was hard for them; the majority of the world didn't understand such relationships.&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;the secrecy only enhanced the intimacy, and they knew what they had was special.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's eyes opened, squinting in the sunlight.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Morning, Kev.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&amp;nbsp;cupped Nick's soft cheek&amp;nbsp;and gently kissed the soft lips.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nick turned to face Kevin and the two brothers nuzzled together, foreheads touching, curls meeting.&amp;nbsp; Nick's warm breath tickled Kevin's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Love you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Love you, too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would easily be another two hours before Joe awoke.&amp;nbsp; Kevin crept out of the bed and climbed back in on the other side.&amp;nbsp; Like they did most mornings, Nick and Kevin snuggled against their middle brother, one on each side, smelling the sweet muskiness that was Joe, stroking the soft thick hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin wanted this blissful, uncluttered moment to last forever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:12739</id>
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    <title>Concerning Kevin Jonas.</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T05:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T05:28:19Z</updated>
    <category term="jonas brothers kevin engagement"/>
    <lj:music>Twenty-Four - Switchfoot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay. I'm like, really happy for Kevin and Danielle.&amp;nbsp; I did, however, always think that Kevin was the one who actually was gay.&amp;nbsp; But Kevin and Danielle seem really adorable together.&amp;nbsp; Idk.&amp;nbsp;All&amp;nbsp;I can say is that my gaydar is excellent. I have never once been wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are all pretty&amp;nbsp;sensitive, maybe&amp;nbsp;it's just more&amp;nbsp;noticeable with Kevin. &amp;nbsp;I hope he is straight, because it would be tragic otherwise.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:12515</id>
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    <title>JB CONCERT.</title>
    <published>2009-06-28T07:38:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T05:07:22Z</updated>
    <category term="reall life; jb concert; fanboying"/>
    <content type="html">Okay, guys. THE CONCERT. I didn't think I'd be fanboyish enough to actually journal about the concert, but I was just discussing Nick crying with &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_thisissirius' lj:user='thisissirius' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thisissirius.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thisissirius.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thisissirius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and now I feel ~compelled~ to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Nick cried. During ALBL/Black Keys (those songs merged is the best thing EVER) there was a camera close up of Nick's face and there were actually TEARS COMING DOWN.  My friend Jordan and I were clutching each other and screaming. I just really admire him for being able to sing that song a million times and still get emotional over it sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Paranoid, Joe did his sexy walk &lt;i&gt;thang,&lt;/i&gt; and mother of God it was hot. I used to not be a big fan of Paranoid, but after seeing that I will love that song forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I think I saw Joe in public today. I lj-d about this earlier, but I thought I'd just put it here. I was at the Portland Saturday Market and this guy who looked and dressed like Joe with no difference I could see walked right by me.  The only reason I know it couldn't have been him was because there were no body guards or Nick humping his leg.  It was so weird.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:immaculate_beam:11991</id>
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    <title>MEME</title>
    <published>2009-06-26T07:24:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-26T07:24:49Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <lj:music>John Mayer - Say</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel like I haven't been around a lot lately, and I want to start posting more.&amp;nbsp; Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1. Your Middle Name: Azrael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Single or Taken: Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite Film: Stigmata, Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite Song or Album: Oh, God.&amp;nbsp;Don't even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite Band/Artist: I'll only name a few of my favourites: Regina Spektor,&amp;nbsp;Queen, Lady GaGa, The Beatles, Jonas&amp;nbsp;Brothers (duh),&amp;nbsp;The Veronicas, Jason Mraz, Katy Perry,&amp;nbsp;Adele, Duffy, Evanescence, Rasputina, John Mayer, Missy Higgins, Pink&amp;nbsp;Martini, Taylor Swift,&amp;nbsp;Demi Lovato, Within Temptation...okay,&amp;nbsp;I'll stop.&amp;nbsp; I'm&amp;nbsp;a musician, so&amp;nbsp;I have to do a lot of listening. lol It's research.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dirty or Clean: Clean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:&amp;nbsp;I have a Celtic knot on the back of my neck and an eyebrow piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do we know each other outside of LJ? No, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your philosophy on life?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just to be loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty? Half-full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favourite memory of us? Don't really have one.&amp;nbsp; The last person said convos, but I'm so bad about getting on IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure? Jonascest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: I was a child prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) -&amp;nbsp;To be&amp;nbsp;completely successful in making a living with my music and art; to travel wherever I want; to fuck Nick Jonas, then have a threeway with Joe and Nick, then have a fourway/London Bidge with all three of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Can we get together and make a cake? Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which country is your spiritual home? The UK, although&amp;nbsp;I don't regret moving to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your big weakness? Being a pacifist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think I'm a good person? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your best/favourite subject at school? English, music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Describe your accent: Ha!&amp;nbsp;The London accent is totally out of place here. When I'm talking to strangers, they literally ask me to speak more sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could change anything about me, would you? Nope, that would be tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you wear to sleep? Honestly, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Trousers or skirts? Trousers!&amp;nbsp;I'm not a drag queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Cigarettes or alcohol? Alcohol on occasion. Never cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)- Go kidnap Nick and fuck him. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? That's sort of how it's done. :D&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.</title>
    <published>2009-06-19T04:09:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-19T04:09:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp; Earlier today, I was listening to Before the Storm and thinking to myself: &amp;quot;Self, I bet you Nick is dating&amp;nbsp;Miley and just not telling the public, what with his Jonas ninja secrecy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was right!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&amp;nbsp;I cannot stand Miley's music at all, I think it is horrendous, but they are such an adorable couple! I think Nick balances her out, if that at all makes sense.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&amp;nbsp; I was right. :D</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Jonas Brothers~ My thoughts on LV&amp;TT.</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T17:12:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T17:12:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>LV&amp;TT - JoBros  (duh)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, this album is even better than ALBL.&amp;nbsp; It's really amazing how much they have evolved as artists.&amp;nbsp; The album has none of the sugar-coated Disney innocence- not that I don't ADORE the past albums.&amp;nbsp; It's just that they are men now and their music has really matured as they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Keys is by far my favourite!&amp;nbsp; I FUCKING&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;IT!&amp;nbsp; And &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;Nicholas.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh, Nicholas.&amp;nbsp; Your voice makes me want to prove to the world that you are gay by doing you on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Turn RIght and Fly With Me are also lovely.&amp;nbsp; I'm really liking the ballads on this one.&amp;nbsp; World War III is also great.&amp;nbsp; Y'know, Paranoid is &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;okay&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; but it's never been one I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. NOW FOR SOMETHING A LITTLE SCARY.&amp;nbsp; There is a LOT&amp;nbsp;of Nick on this album.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Does anyone elso think&amp;nbsp;he might be getting ready&amp;nbsp;to go solo.&amp;nbsp; I really&amp;nbsp;hope not.&amp;nbsp; What do you guys think?&amp;nbsp; If he does, I&amp;nbsp;will be very angry.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Meme.</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T17:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T17:04:34Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <lj:music>Black Keys - Jonas Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&amp;nbsp; *group hug*</content>
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    <title>Life~ explanation and...yeah.</title>
    <published>2009-06-06T20:53:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-06T20:56:35Z</updated>
    <category term="real life; fandom; school; summer;"/>
    <lj:music>Lady GaGa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You guys, I feel as if I haven't been around on lj lately.&amp;nbsp; Well, it is the end of the school year, and I have been working very hard.&amp;nbsp; I'm struggling to find time to do all the work, practice enough for my recital (it's my junior year recital!), and find time to just be with my friends.&amp;nbsp; Thank God for the summer.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to be able to hang out with everyone and not have to worry about school.&amp;nbsp; My only problem is that I am still without a job.&amp;nbsp; Most of my friends don't have a job, but the ones that do make me jealous.&amp;nbsp; Srsly.&amp;nbsp; Oh, well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the point of this post was just for me to say to you guys that yes, I'm still alive.&amp;nbsp; I just am not having much free time on my hands, and what I do have is being spent on basically partying.&amp;nbsp; I know that makes me sound like a bad person, but it's true.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My grades are nearly perfect, so we're just constantly celebrating.&amp;nbsp; Lol, I think it's a subconscious attempt to hold onto our youth.&amp;nbsp; BECAUSE&amp;nbsp;IN ONE YEAR, I WILL BE OFF TO UNIVERSITY, OKAY!&amp;nbsp; It's such a scary thought.&amp;nbsp; Wonderful, but scary nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; Seventeen is a complex age.&amp;nbsp; But yeah, fandom is still awesome.&amp;nbsp; I'm still reading as much as I&amp;nbsp;can when I can.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I used to be opposed to fanfiction&amp;nbsp;(don't shoot),&amp;nbsp;just because I thought it was people not&amp;nbsp;being able&amp;nbsp;up their own characters.&amp;nbsp; NOW&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;KNOW&amp;nbsp;THAT'S NOT&amp;nbsp;TRUE, SO&amp;nbsp; IT'S OKAY.&amp;nbsp; Idek how I even got into it, but&amp;nbsp;after a year, I definitely&amp;nbsp;know how cool it&amp;nbsp;is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end tangent. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Basically, once school is out for the summer, I'll have time to actually do crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!</content>
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