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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Suckered by a Jonas Brother - Chapter 16 - "Tricks and Treats" Part of the "Nick Jonas Halloween Special" story arc --------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This story takes place in October 2021, in Los Angeles, California.
This story is a collaboration with Grayson, who has a shared interest in superheroes, Shawn Mendes, Nick Jonas, and hot guys in general. You can find Grayson on Instagram at @graysonfx2021 finnsbalor - there are two guys in the crowd that might catch your eye. ;)
Thank you, always, to Patrick for proof-reading.
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Nick Jonas bounded up the steps and paused before knocking on the door, looking around and grinning...Rafael Silva certainly knew how to throw a party. The television actor had rented a farmhouse to host a Halloween party. The hay bales, pumpkins, and bushels of corn scattered around the porch and front yard helped set the mood...and the location not only felt remote but also provided a degree of privacy. A chalkboard sign hanging near the door caught Nick's attention: "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here...also, don't knock, just cum on in." Shaking his head and chuckling at Rafael's weird sense of humor, Nick reached out and opened the door. Music pumped through the air - not too loud, but loud enough to cover any conversations from prying ears. A wave of masculine pheromones caused a tingle to go down Nick's spine - the party was men only...just the kind he liked. His grin turned from humor to mischief as he began scoping out the party's guests, feeling a bit anonymous from the mask he was wearing with his costume.
"Hey, you made it..." Rafael's voice trailed off, trying to figure out who his new guest was. Nick reached up and slipped the cowl up, revealing his face. "Nick! Buddy!" A pair of arms encircled Nick in a big enthusiastic hug, the kind with a hearty pat on the back. If one of those hands was rather low on his back, Nick wasn't about to complain. "Batman, eh? Nice choice." "Felt cute - might delete later." The cheesy joke was met with an eye roll. "Oh, speaking of...power off and hand over, please." Nick remembered the instructions in the invitation. Reaching into his utility belt, he retrieved his phone, pressing the buttons to shut it off and then handed it over to Rafael, who squirreled it away into a pocket. Nick looked up and down, taking in the other man's costume - ragged clothes (sleeveless shirt, of course), and lines drawn on his face, especially around the eyes, cheeks, and mouth. "Day of the Dead?" "Dia de los Muertos...but yeah, gringo." Winking, Rafael lightly punched Nick...and felt a bump. Curious, he tapped with his fingers, feeling a ridge that crossed the broad chest. "Que es, mi amigo?" "Ehh...never know how parties might turn out." Nick pulled the cowl back down, grinning wickedly. "Batman with a harness. Leather?" His eyes darted up as Nick nodded and back down as he continued tracing the harness underneath the tight fabric of Nick's costume...and then quickly reached down to tweak a nipple. "Nice. Well, I'll be sure to bump into you later. For now, mingle around, have some fun. The bar is over there." He pointed towards a large dining room. "And food is in the kitchen. And..." He licked his lips ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth curling up. "...I'm sure you can find everything else." Winking, he clapped Nick on the shoulder and headed away to greet another guest.
"Well holy musical trios, it's Bat-Jonas." Nick looked up from the drink the bartender had handed over, finding someone leaned up against the wall, dressed like Robin. One eyebrow rose up as he took in the costume - it was the old 1960s style - dark green shoes, very short green shorts, a black and gold utility belt, a tight red shirt with the R logo on one side of the chest, green gloves, and a yellow cape. Black face paint created the illusion of the classic mask. It only took a moment for Nick to register the familiar features of a very familiar friend. "Well holy Boy Wonder...wait. You didn't pick this based on your new album?" "Ha!" Shawn Mendes took a sip of his drink and then moved away from the wall, pulling Nick into a hug. "No, but I should have. That's pretty good. Looks like the blood flow hasn't..." His eyes went down for a moment. "...departed for other areas. Yet." "Whatever. It's...three albums? And you couldn't afford tights for your costume?" He laughed as Shawn gently pushed at his chest. "Four, asshole. And I can afford tights. But why not show off some leg? Especially at one of Rafael's parties?" Winking, he clinked glasses with Nick. "Speaking of...Mister `I love to show off all the time'. What's with all this?" He circled his hand in the air at Nick's outfit. "All what? I'm Batman." "Okay, Batman. But geez...mask, a shirt...damn, a whole shirt, with sleeves...a long ass cape...whole damn pants and boots?" "I'm Batman." Shawn rolled his eyes. "An overdressed Batman. Doesn't matter. We'll have these off by the end of the night." He fingered the spandex material of Nick's costume. "Bet you're pissed by the no phones rule. No photos this time." Nick winked, watching Shawn's nose wrinkle up. "Eh, it's okay. I've still got some hot ones of you, me, and Holland. Could probably fill a milk jug with the amount of nut I've busted jerking off to those." "It's been two years..." "Okay. Four milk jugs." Nick burst out laughing, louder than he meant to. "No, dumbass. I was going to say, we could see about a little reunion." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down...and then remembering that the cowl was covering them up, winked instead. "Oooh - is your man going to...nevermind. Liam would love to turn that twink inside out." "He already has. Several times." "What? Someone has some stories to tell me. Later though. Okay, then it's up to Tom's man to give the green light." "Actually..." Nick's mind spun through the events of the last few months. "It's complicated." "What? Details, dude." "I'll tell you later. Besides, I only know what Liam and Zayn have told me." "Zayn...?" "Malik." "Dude! You've been tapping that? Hot!" Nick's smile got bigger and bolder. "Not just Zayn. He's been a gateway to a whole bunch of hot British dick." "Fuuuck. I'm jealous." "Like you don't get plenty of your own. Lil Nas X showed me the video of you and him and Maluma." "God damn, that was hot." Shawn's hand drifted down to his crotch, lightly rubbing it at the memory of the little party they'd had after the Met Gala. "Speaking of...let's focus on tonight. There is some good eye candy. Rafael has great taste." "Oh really?"
"Mmmhmm. Take a spin around. I think you'll enjoy it." Winking, Shawn disappeared into the crowd, leaving Nick alone to explore. He wandered through the party, his eyes darting around while the crotch of his costume began feeling a bit tighter as his body responded to the hotness on display. Rafael did have some really good taste...and there was a fair amount of skin on display with the costume choices that the partygoers had made. Those who had chosen to cover up seemed to be in the same mindset as Nick by wearing clothing that was tight, still leaving little to the imagination. He bumped into Shawn again, literally, as he returned to the bar to get a drink. "And?" That wink and grin, which was both cute and devilish at the same time. "Okay, okay, you're right." "See anything you like?" "It'd be a shorter list if I told you what I didn't like." Nick leaned back as he laughed...and felt something firm brush up against his rear. Something...familiar. Grinning, he tilted his hips back slightly, in a subtle way that wouldn't be seen by anyone in the crowd as the pair waited in line for the bar. There it was again - Shawn was definitely having a reaction to the display of hot men throughout the house. Nick squeezed the muscles of his ass, massaging the lump of meat between Shawn's legs, feeling it stiffen a bit more. "Nick..." The tone of voice was both a warning and an invitation. "Yes, Shawn?" He pushed his hips back a little, grinding against Shawn's crotch. "Mmm." Shawn cleared his throat and took a swallow of the ice melt in his glass. "Nothing." Hormones took over, resulting in a small thrust forward and he was meeting Nick's efforts, the pair gently grinding against one another.
"Nicky!" Both of them turned at the greeting, Nick's eyebrows furrowing a little. Dammit Joe,' he thought. He hated that nickname. He was grappled into a giant bear hug, still unsure who was saying hi - just knowing that there was some solid muscle packed into their grip, and the stubble of a short-cropped beard scraping against his cheek. As the person pulled away, he found a pair of blue eyes twinkling with merriment...and any irritation quickly evaporated. "Stephen!" "How ya doing, buddy?" Amell reached up to ruffle Nick's hair before realizing that it was covered up with the Batman cowl. "Sorry...how ya doing, BAT-buddy?" The grin was big and crooked - Stephen was definitely enjoying the party. Nick looked down at Stephen's glass, earning a large eye roll from his old friend. "It's my second. But I like how you're so observant. Always looking out for your friends, making sure they're okay." Stephen winked, chuckling. A set of memories flashed through Nick's mind - Stephen's body nude and on top of his, rutting away on the set of Kingdom'. "Notice he didn't mention the other thing." Nick looked over, realizing that Stephen had a friend. A tall blonde friend. A tall blonde friend who was stripped from the waist up and with only some short tight-fitting shiny shorts below. Nick swallowed hard, his pulse pounding as the blood flowed into his cock. Alexander Ludwig held two fingers up to his lips and pretended to puff on an imaginary joint. "Nick, it was the good stuff." His attention returned to Stephen - glancing down and back up, he realized that Amell was dressed the same as Ludwig, just wearing shorts and shoes of a different color. "I remember the good stuff." "What's the good stuff?" All three men turned at Shawn's question. "Oh man, it's this really good weed. Relaxes you but gets you worked up at the same time. Amazing shit." Nick turned to see Shawn looking at him with one eyebrow raised. "It's...uh, really good." His nostrils flared as his breath quickened at the memory, laying butt-naked on a pile of mats with Stephen, blowing smoke up into the air, the smell of sex hanging around them. He'd felt like he was melting into Stephen's body. That was before Amell was in his body again, driving a slow-paced fucking session that felt like it'd gone on for hours and days. "You should try it sometime." Amell winked at Shawn, joined by a sexy grin from Alexander. "Sounds fun." Shawn licked his lips slightly, making sure that Amell saw. "Get my number from Nick. Give us a ring." "Us?" Amell looked over to Alexander and then back over, grinning. "Us." He chuckled as Shawn's eyes visibly lit up with lust at the idea of tumbling around with the two wrestling star studs. Alexander winked as he hooked his hand into Stephen's elbow, guiding his co-star away and disappearing down a hallway.
Shawn inhaled sharply as Nick leaned back again, a firm ass grinding up against a very hard cock. "You'll have to earn that phone number." "Yeah, right." The taunt tapered off as the Canadian singer suppressed a small moan. Nick worked his right arm backward, the one on the same side as the wall, where no one could see. His fingers slid up and down, teasing Shawn's hard dick. "Nick..." "Hmm?" "Don't start something...ohhh..." "Hmmmmm?" He could hear the amusement in Nick's voice. Dammit Nick,' he thought. He couldn't think straight. "Don't start something you can't finish." "Huh?" "Fuck." The word was soft and whispered as Nick's fingers caressed around the head of his cock. "Nevermind." It seemed to take forever until they were up at the bar. By then, Nick could feel the wet spot seeping through the fabric of Shawn's shorts. Normally Shawn was the instigator - it was a bit of delicious fun to turn the tables on his friend. Shawn struggled to maintain his composure, sure that everyone in the room knew what was playing out below his waist. Yet, everytime he looked around, the other partygoers were blissfully unaware, distracted in their own conversations, dancing, and flirting. While the feel of NIck's hand on his cock was familiar, the feeling of being hard and leaking out in the open wasn't something he was used to - especially wearing skimpy shorts that already didn't leave much to the imagination. If Nick pulled away, it'd be impossible to hide the tent in his shorts. Every time Nick took a step, Shawn made sure to move forward as well, just so the bulge in his shorts wouldn't be too obvious. Finally, after just a couple of minutes that felt like eons, the bartender was sliding their glasses across the bar. Taking their drinks, they made their way off to the side. "Shawn." "Hmm?" The look in those warm brown eyes was distant and distracted as Shawn's fingers played over the bumps of the harness that lay underneath Nick's shirt. "I always finish what I start." Nick's fingers found Shawn's nipple, tweaking it the same way Shawn had played with him earlier. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. Always." Staring into Shawn's eyes for a moment, Nick turned and headed towards the hallway. Finding a door that was open, he stepped through it, sensing the motion of Shawn entering behind him before closing and locking the door. Thoughtful of Rafael to...' Nick didn't finish the thought, cut off as Shawn's mouth found his, hands pressing into Nick's sides. "Let's see what the Big Bad Bat can do." Nick giggled. "Take the Boy Wonder for a ride and back again." Shawn's fingers quickly found every fastening on Nick's costume, moving back and forth between their bodies - within just over a minute, their costumes lay discarded in pieces on the floor, leaving the two men in nothing but their underwear, which strained as their manhoods yearned to break free.
"Black boxer-briefs?" He chuckled as he wiped his lips. Nick shrugged, grinning. "Gotta keep the vibe going." "I don't think most of us choose our underwear to go with a theme." "Oh really? What's with the red trunks then?" Shawn looked down at the scarlet-clad tent between his legs. "Gotta keep the vibe going, dude." "Asshole." Nick laughed, pushing Shawn onto the bed. "You are what you eat." "Oh reallyeeeeeeee...." The pitch of Nick's voice caught and rose as Shawn swiftly slid between Nick's legs and yanked his underwear down, burying his face between Nick's asscheeks. Nick's face was soon flushed nearly the same color as Shawn's underwear, the result of lust and heat. Dammit if Mendes didn't know his weak point...not that he was complaining. Kneeling at the end of the bed, his fingers reached down and caressed Shawn's bare torso, watching as the other man lay on his back, neck twisting and turning as he ate out Nick's ass. "Shawn..." "Mmmmm?" The response was muffled, hunger still apparent in the tone of Shawn's grunt. "Shawn..." The moans rolling out of Nick's throat were turning into needful whines. "Shawn!" His back arched as a tongue punched into his hole, leaving him weak in the knees.
Dropping onto all fours, he scurried across the bed, opening the drawer of the nightstand and finding what he was looking for...and more. Tossing the lube back over his shoulder, Nick grinned as he retrieved a pair of handcuffs out of the bedside table. "Oh Shawn..." He smiled wickedly as the silver rings swayed in the air. "Oh..those look interesting." Mendes slid up to the head of the bed, resting against the pillows and watching as Nick secured his wrists to the metal posts of the bed. "And it looks like someone has learned some new tricks. When did you get into bondage?" Nick's rosy cheeks somehow got even darker as he blushed. "Um, here and there." "Here and there, my ass. Liam's rubbing off on you?" He giggled a bit as Nick nodded, blushing even harder as he realized that Mendes was aware of the budding romance. "How did you...?" He didn't want to finish the sentence, still feeling his way through the new situation and not wanting to jinx it. "Word gets around. And dude, I'm happy for you. You two make a cute couple." "We're not a...couple." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. Well why don't you show me some of your not-boyfriend's tricks?" Shawn's friendly taunt descended into a moan as Nick gripped his rod and slathered it in lube, getting it nice and slick. Mounting the Canadian, Nick lined up the throbbing pole and sat down, toes curling at the delicious feeling of a hot hard cock sliding into his guts. He went slow, hips gently moving up and down as he rode Shawn's cock, fingers constantly teasing at the pert nipples and along that sexy long neck - he knew the other man's hot spots from experience.
"Nick." "Mmmmm." Jonas nearly purred as he ground his ass down on Shawn's thighs. "Nick." The word had a harder edge, nearly a growl, prompting Nick to open his eyes. "Uncuff me." "I'll think about it." Dark brown eyes narrowed with faked irritation. "Nick Jerry Jonas - you fucking uncuff me now or I'll find someone else to..." click click The menacing growl switched to a loud bark of laughter. A magician couldn't have undone the handcuffs faster than Nick had. Just as quickly, Shawn pushed Nick off of him and flipped him over, grabbing his hips and ramming forward, burying his dick back inside Nick's rear. Pulling his hand up in the air, he brought it down with a light smack. "Next time, you listen when I give you an order." "Ungh." smack Another little slap on the ass. "Did you hear me?" "Uh huh." "That's right. Who's a hungry bottom bitch?" "Mmmmmm." Nick arched his back, eager for a plowing. "My bat-ass needs some good dick." Shawn laughed as he shook his head, trying to ignore the bad pun and focus on fucking his friend instead.
Shawn dug his feet against the mattress, using it as leverage to really get some good thrusting power, relishing the tight hot confines of Nick's insides. His hands wandered up the muscular backside, pulling Nick upright so that they could kiss while his meat continued sliding in and out between Nick's ass cheeks. The other man's whimpers of pleasure made him growl and get rougher, his hips slamming against Nick's rear as his thrusts got harder and faster. Clenching Nick's harness, he used the grip to slowly drop Nick back down onto his hands and knees, his hands returning to Nick's hips to hold on as he pounded away. "Holy...fuck sticks, Robin. Hit my bat cave." "Oh my god." Shawn burst out in laughter as he reached down and grabbed Nick's underwear, balling it up and shoving it into that cute little mouth, muffling it. He couldn't help but keep laughing as he kept going until at last he began painting Nick's insides with a load of cum. Panting, he pulled out and flipped Nick over one more time. Shawn's face dipped down, swallowing Nick's length in one gulp. Pulling the wadded underwear out of his mouth, Nick's jaw dropped open as he panted with pleasure. Shawn's head bobbed up and down at a furious pace - within a minute, Nick was crying out as his balls unloaded down Mendes' throat.
The pair lay next to each other, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, panting as they caught their breath. "So what's the plan?" "Hmmm?" Nick turned to Shawn, nuzzling his nose against the slim shoulder . Shawn grinned - it was always cute the way that Nick got really affectionate after a good fucking. "Do you want to team up or divide and conquer?" "Divide and conquer what?" "Holy psychology bat-bottom, I think your brains got fucked out. Ow!" He laughed as Nick swatted his chest. "The guys at the party. Want to tackle them together, or separately?" "Mmm. Shame we can't do both." Shawn tapped his finger against his chin. "Actually...we could..." Nick lifted his head up, propping it in his hand as he watched the wheels turning in Shawn's mind. "How about we split up for a bit, see what fun we can get up to? And then come together later to cum together again?" He winked as he rolled out the last part, watching Nick's eyes roll as the other man dropped back to the mattress. "That works. It'll give me a break from your bad jokes." "Yeah, like yours are any better. Hang on." Shawn got up and went over to the nightstand, opening up the drawer to see what else lay inside. "Oh, nice." He pulled out two leather straps with snaps on them, dropping the handcuffs and lube back inside as he closed the drawer.
"Here, this'll be fun." Reaching between Nick's legs, he wrapped the leather strip around the base of his friend's cock, securing a snap to hold it in place. "Don't cum every time - otherwise you won't be able to keep going all night." "Ohhh...nice." "And let's fix this costume of yours." "What's wrong with my costume?" Nick stood up at Shawn's beckoning, allowing himself to be dressed...mostly. Shawn redid Nick's costume, minus the shirt and cowl. Instead, he reached into his own utility belt and pulled out some black face paint, using it to draw a bat shape on Nick's chest and some color across his eyes and temples. Standing in front of the mirror, Nick admired Shawn's handiwork - with boots, tight pants, boots, and just the harness, his Batman costume was a little sluttier and a lot hotter. Grinning, he took the makeup from Shawn and returned the favor. Soon, Shawn was ready to return to the party as Robin but without the iconic red shirt. Instead, his costume consisted of a yellow cape, green shorts, and a large `R' scrawled above one nipple.
Slapping Nick on the ass, they ventured back to the party.
~ To be continued ~
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