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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Broadway Dreams" Part 1: How to Succeed in Bottoming --------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This first part of this story takes place in winter 2011 in New York City.
Special Thanks to Robert and Lars for providing ideas that helped develop this story concept.
Thank you to Patrick and Jackson for your efforts with editing and helping to polish the story. :)
"Does that help?"
"A lot - thank you so much!" Nick Jonas strode across the stage, looking out at the rows of empty seats, imagining the theater full of guests, the set pieces appearing around him in his mind. There was a bounce in his step, excitement humming through his body in anticipation of taking over the role of Finch in `How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying'. "You too!" A ball of excited energy, Nick bounced over and gave Darren Criss a giant hug, causing the other man to break out in a big laugh.
"Down boy - down." Darren said the words without thinking. His mind tossed out some other commands he'd like to give - ideas that he pushed out of his mind for the moment.
He watched as Nick bounced upstage, attacking Daniel Radcliffe with a hug as well. He took the moment to glance down at his own crotch, making sure that he hadn't chubbed up. `Maybe I should have worn underwear,' he thought...and immediately dismissed the idea, enjoying the way that the head of his cock was visible juuuust enough without being too obvious. Smirking, he scratched his bare elbow, remembering the way that Daniel had been confused when Darren had shrugged off his coat earlier to reveal casual shorts and a tank top - it was a little warm for November outside, but not that warm.
Darren's grin turned into a wolfish smile as his eyes wandered down to Nick's butt, the fabric of his jeans hugging those cute little glutes. An image flashed in his mind, the jeans missing, a nice curved shaft sliding in and out. Darren's pulse quickened at the memory of the video that his fuck-buddy Timberlake had shown him, bragging about tapping that "Jone-ass" and how damn good it felt. When Nick had reached out to Darren and Daniel for advice on taking over the role in the play they'd been featured in, Criss had seen it as an opportunity to do some anal drilling of his own. He'd chosen clothes that showed off his body - his arms and chest on display under the tank top, the outline of his dick visible enough through one simple layer of fabric, without being obvious about it.
As Nick turned to talk to Darren again, another question about the play coming to the singer's mind, the corner of Criss' mouth twitched with amusement as he caught Jonas' eyes dart down to his crotch and back up. The movement was quick and subtle - so fast that a guy would miss it...unless they were watching for it. As he answered the question, Darren made sure to scratch his chest, the motion drawing Nick's eyes down again for just a moment. The sight of Nick's throat working as he swallowed prompted more dirty thoughts to come to Darren's mind. He knew that if Nick looked down again, the bulge in his shorts would be more visible. He didn't even have to wait a full minute before the other man did glance down, Nick's eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of the clear outline of Darren's dick through the shorts.
"Man, I am famished!" Darren and Nick both looked over to find Daniel rubbing his stomach. Nick's head tilted a little - he wasn't familiar with the way Daniel used fancier words without thinking about it.
"Yeah, I'm hungry too. What about you, Nick?"
"Uh, yeah, I should probably eat. Didn't have much for lunch."
"Was that before or after the gym?" Darren noticed that way that Nick blushed. The younger Jonas brother had obviously been hitting the gym, working on changing his image. However, he was still getting used to the idea of people commenting about it.
"Um, after." Darren's grin grew as he watched a little blush appear on Nick's cheeks.
"There ya go. Gotta get these puppies pumped up." Darren squeezed Nick's arm as he walked by, following up on Daniel's question. "What'd you have in mind?" The pair quickly went through a list of places nearby, looking over at Nick for his response until they all found themselves nodding in agreement on one.
"Shouldn't take long to get there." Daniel pulled on his coat.
"Yeah, like what - fifteen minutes? It's a pretty short walk." Darren turned his attention to Nick. "You good, Nick Nick...or did you still have questions about the play, theater, all that?"
"I uh..." Nick bit his lower lip as he looked around the stage, obviously still curious about some things. "Actually, yeah. Sorry."
"Dude, not a problem. I was all nervous too, when I took over the job from Danny there."
"Daniel."
Criss grinned as Radcliffe corrected him. "From Daniel over there. And he was super helpful. Tell ya what. Daniel..." Darren emphasized his friend's name, earning an eyeroll and a grin. "...what if you grab dinner and bring it back here. By the time you get back, I should have satisfied all of Nick's questions and we can chow down and relax. Figure out what mischief we can get into tonight." He turned to find Nick's cute thin little eyebrows pushed together, confused. "There's some pretty good bars nearby."
"Yeah, that works. The usual?"
"Yep. Nick?"
"I'll have what you guys are having."
"Perfect - that'll make things easy. Ask lots of questions Nick - wear this doofus out." Daniel gave a big smile as he tugged a hat onto his head and made his way towards the back exit of the theater.
"Alright, you heard the man." Darren looked over at Nick, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Wear me out." He watched as Nick blinked for a moment, unsure about the innuendo. "What's your first question?"
"Oh." Jonas looked up and around, regaining his train of thought. "Okay, so, over here, when does..."
Several minutes later, the pair found themselves sitting on pieces of equipment off to the side of the stage, chatting away. Throughout Nick's questions and now as they sat there talking, Darren caught Nick's furtive glances along his body. Each little look sent a rush of blood to his crotch - he wasn't bulging yet but the head of his cock could be clearly seen against the thin layer of khaki material, drawing Nick's eyes down even more. Darren pushed out his chest and stretched, letting out a yawn and pretending to close his eyes, catching Nick stare downward and lick his lips, returning to a neutral expression before Darren `opened' his eyes back up.
"Man, it'll be like..." Darren checked his watch. "...twenty minutes? Sure you don't have any more questions?"
"Not really. Just the ones from earlier, about the show. I've done a little bit of theater before, but this is a bigger show. Trying to wrap my head around it."
"Relax - you'll be fine. Fuck that actually - you'll be great."
"I think so. I'm just..." Nick shook his head, shrugging, his nerves and perfectionist attitude getting to him.
"Here - I've got an idea. I'll be right back." Darren hopped down and ran backstage. He came back, carrying a couple of beers. Opening one, he handed it to Nick. "Never have I ever..." He looked around, thinking. "...drank backstage at the theater before." He took a swig, his eyes widening as Nick did too. "Really?"
"Yeah." Nick grinned shyly. "I mean, you shouldn't, right? It's work."
Darren rolled his head along with his eyes, pushing Nick's shoulder. "Dude, it's work...but not all the time."
"I guess."
"Says the man who's drinking backstage."
"Not all the - hey!" Nick broke off into laughter as he realized that Darren was just teasing him. "Okay, my turn. Never have I ever...been on a Disney show." Nick took a drink, confident in his turn...and surprised when Darren took a sip as well. "Wait...when??"
"Eastwick."
"What? That..." Nick looked up, thinking. "Yeah, that wasn't on Disney."
"Ahhh, but it was on ABC."
"Which is owned by Disney." Nick shook his head. "That's...I guess. Man, I forgot you were in that. You looked completely different, all that hair!"
"Yeah, it's a bitch to mess with too. This..." Darren ran his finger through his shorter hair style. "Is way easier. I like easy." He kept going, rolling right over the double entendre. "Okay, never have I ever...gone skinny-dipping." He wasn't surprised when he took a drink while Nick didn't. "Really? Never?"
"Nope."
"That's fine. A few weeks on Broadway will loosen you up." Darren winked, wagging one eyebrow. "Your turn."
"Never have I ever..." Nick paused, trying to find something that felt daring. "...smoked pot."
Darren was surprised when Nick took a drink. "What? Squeaky clean Nick Jonas...smoke a joint?"
Nick blushed, memories of hanging out with Drake, smoking pot and enjoying...he blinked, biting his lip as he remembered wrapping his lips around something besides the joint. Matt Lanter had talked him into trying an edible for the first time. The way that the brownie had kicked in...and then the way that Matt's thick cock had felt sliding in. Nick shook his head, confusing Darren.
"Wait - you didn't smoke pot?"
"No, I did. I just...your turn."
Darren scanned Nick's features, curious about what was going on inside the other man's head. He decided to back off in the game, for just a moment. "Never have I ever worked a full 24-hour day." Both of them took a big drink, noses wrinkling in unison as they thought of super-long days on set.
"Never have I ever..." Nick let out a long breath, trying to think of something. "Never have I ever dyed my hair." Both men drank. "Okay, what color?"
"Blonde."
"Ohh." Nick looked at Darren, trying to imagine him as a blonde.
"Yeah, it didn't look good."
"I'm...I'm sure it looked fine."
"Thank you. And it fucking didn't." Criss winked. "You?"
"Red. For a Halloween costume."
"Ohhhh, a redhead. Cuuuuuute."
The pink color returned to Nick's cheeks. He pointed his bottle at Darren, ready to move on and divert attention away from himself. "Your turn."
"Okay." Darren kicked his legs, sitting and pretending to think long and hard. "Never...have I...ever...hmmmm. Ah, I know." He looked Nick in the eyes as he took his turn. "Never have I ever fooled around with Justin Timberlake."
Nick didn't respond - he sat there, eyes wide, his mouth hanging open a little, beginning to blink.
"You going to take a drink?"
"I, um...I..."
Darren rose and began closing the distance between the two. Slowly, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a drink, making a show of it. Nick's eyes were riveted on the bottle and then on Darren's lips, his mind spinning as the implication set in.
"You...?"
"Nick. You want to be an actor, right?"
"I, um, I want to be one, yeah."
"You're going to have to work harder on it then. Because I can read every thought in your head right now." He was just a foot or so away from Nick, able to feel the heat radiating off of the studly little twink.
"I... How did...?" Nick blinked more quickly, shaking his head, his body shivering a little, wondering how in the world Darren Criss knew about him and...
"He told me. Actually, he showed me."
"He...showed you? Huh?" Darren fished out his phone, turning it on and opening a video. It showed a nice dick sawing in and out of a pair of cheeks, focusing on the drilling action before panning up, over a guy's back...and then Nick's face was visible, moaning as a voice cooed about how amazing his hole felt, to push back on it, just like that. The sound of a palm smacking Nick's ass came through the little speaker, and then Darren locked his phone, the screen going dark and the sound cutting out. "He showed me. After we...did the same thing."
"You..."
"Yes."
"And..."
"Uh huh."
Darren's lips found Nick's, his mouth working on the lower lip which still hung down in shock, nibbling on it, earning a cute little moan. He felt Nick's legs spread open as he stepped forward, letting him into the other man's personal space. As his hand caressed the back of Nick's neck, Darren slid his tongue into the singer's mouth, determined to find out what that throat was capable of.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Hey guys, I...wow." Daniel stopped in his tracks, the arm carrying the bag of food slowly lowering as he took in the sight. Darren and Nick were still backstage, apparently having found ways to pass the time while they waited. Darren was no longer worried about how revealing his shorts might be, since they were pushed down to his knees, allowing him to slowly stroke his fully-hard cock. In the low light, the skin of his shaft glistened, a combination of spit and precum making a wet sound as he stroked his dick.
Nick's pants were...gone, discarded in a pile to the side along with Darren's tank top. Legs spread, he leaned against the wall, back arched and whining with pleasure as Darren gripped his ass cheeks and spread them apart, working his tongue deep into Nick's hole.
"Didn't want to wait to eat?" Daniel laughed as Darren looked up, wiping spit off of his chin with the back of his hand, eyes glazed over with hungry lust.
"Fuck no."
"Oh sh-". Nick shifted his weight, making a move towards the pile of clothing. The cheeks on his face weren't the only ones that went dark pink as Darren smacked his hand down and gripped Nick's rear, holding him in place.
The corner of his mouth pulled up in a toothy grin. "Sometimes it's more fun to have dessert before dinner." Winking, he dove back in, eating out Nick with a vengeance. Jonas' head rolled back, a long low moan escaping his lips as Darren worked his very talented tongue.
"Well that's not fair. You started eating without me." Daniel stuck out his lower lip, fake pouting as he rubbed his crotch with his free hand.
Darren pulled away long enough to respond. "Sorry. I was really hungry." The last syllable was cut off as his mouth went back to work.
"Yeah, hungry." Daniel laughed as he set the food down. He made his way next to Nick, running a finger down the singer's spine. "You're hungry too, I presume?"
"Uhhhhh..." Nick's eyelids hung down halfway, along with his jaw. Darren's miracle tongue was making him weak in the knees - the grip that the actor had on his ass was probably the only thing keeping him standing upright.
"Sounds like a yes to me." Taking hold of Nick's hair, Daniel pulled him into a kiss. Nick's tongue was everywhere - in his mouth, running across Daniel's chin while moaning, even licking at Radcliffe's fingers when he brought them up to Nick's face. `Daaaaamn,' Daniel thought as he watched Nick sucking on his pointer finger. "Yeah, you're hungry for sure."
He pushed down gently on the back of Nick's head, his other hand undoing his trousers, so that his cock was free by the time that Nick was on his knees, going right down the stud's throat. Jonas began bobbing up and down, magically slurping on Daniel's wand, his efforts redoubling as Darren used the new kneeling position to spread Nick's legs farther apart and really get his tongue inside.
Jonas howled around Daniel's dick, eyes rolling back in his head.
"He's good, isn't he?" Nick nodded in response, unwilling to let Daniel's cock escape from between his lips. After some time, he noticed that Nick was rocking back and forth, shoving his ass against Darren's face, eager for more. Criss looked up, his eyes dancing with glee as he pulled himself upright and gripped his meat, smacking it against Nick's rear.
"Ready for this?"
"Mmhmm." The sound of Nick's response was muffled, his mouth stuffed full of dick.
"You sure?"
"MmHMM."
"Yeah, you want that fucking dick. Yeahhhh, that's it, rub your ass back and forth on it. Fuck, I can't wait to get inside this hole. Mmmmm." Pursing his lips, Darren spat on his pole a few times, making sure it was nice and slick before lining it up...and sinking inside.
Nick's eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering, the very long and very loud moan he made sending vibrations down Daniel's dick, all the way to his furry nuts. He let out a moan of his own, clamping his hand on the back of Nick's head and burying himself all the way down the horny singer's throat.
"Oh fuck!" Daniel and Darren said the words at the same time as they impaled their new friend from both ends at once.
"Time to get my own video." Reaching down for his shorts, Darren fished out his phone, turning it on and flipping over to the video app. Nick looked over his shoulder, lips still wrapped around Daniel's meat, eyebrows rising up as he shook his head. "Aww, pleeeease?" Darren rubbed his palm along the back of Nick's thigh. "You let Justin make one."
"Mmmphhfmmhmmphffmm." Darren bit his lip, trying not to chuckle as Nick attempted to speak while still refusing to let go of his mouth's grip around Radcliffe's cock.
"It'll just be for me. Your ass feels soooo fucking good. I wanna be able to play the video and relive this, remembering how your tight fucking hole feels around my damn dick. Pleeeeeeease?"
"Mmmphhhmmm." Nick blinked, putting up less resistance to the idea. Darren's cockhead rubbed back and forth over his prostate, sending shivers up his back and making it harder to think.
"C'mon, I promise if you let me make a little video, I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever you want. I'll make you feel so fucking good." Darren shifted his hips back and forth in rapid little strokes, feeling Nick literally melt beneath his hands.
"Mmmpfh." Nick closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breath and nodding.
"Awesome!" Darren jabbed the red button, holding the phone close to his dick, getting a good shot of his shaft spreading Nick's hole as he pistoned back and forth. The head of his cock just barely came into view on the out-strokes, the edge of Nick's entrance clinging to his dick and squeezing it, the muscled knot visibly flexing on the screen. "Oh fuuuuuck," Darren moaned as he watched the view, zooming out until he got a good shot of himself pounding Nick's ass. He panned the camera up, filming Daniel riding Nick's face, and then went back and forth, documenting their spit-roasting of Nick Jonas.
Looking up, Darren caught Daniel's eyes; with a wink, he handed the phone over to his friend. The wizard star pointed the device down, capturing the scene of Nick bobbing his mouth up and down, his lips firmly wrapped around Radcliffe's pole. The singer looked up, blinking a little bit in surprise at the sight of the camera - partly from forgetting about it (his mind focused elsewhere) and not expecting Darren to pass it over to get video of Nick from both sides.
"Oh damn, no, keep looking up. Yeah, just like that." Nick felt Daniel's cock throb in his mouth, the taste of precum splashing against his tongue, the other man turned on by the sight of Nick staring up at him while sucking him off. Using his fingers in Nick's hair, Daniel pulled Jonas off, tapping the bullet-shaped head against his lips. A pink tongue emerged, running around the end of Daniel's dick, lapping at the clear juices pulsing out of the tip. "There you go. Oh fuuuuuuck..." Radcliffe groaned as Nick's tongue began playing with the end of his foreskin. Since his own dick was was cut, after his encounter with Drake, Nick had become fascinated by uncut guys, sometimes spending several minutes just playing with Drake's extra skin, using his lips and tongue, earning happy growls from the Canadian rapper. That experience paid off as he pleasured his new friend, until Daniel had enough teasing and pushed Nick's mouth back down, burying half of his shaft. Getting the hint, Nick began sucking away again.
"Damn, he's good."
"Yeah?" Darren's response came with heavy breath, letting out a groan as he thrust deep into Jonas' tight hole again, his fingers digging into the meat of Nick's ass.
Daniel slid his thumb up, zooming in on Jonas' face, getting an up-close view of that cute mouth as it slid up and down. Nick's eyes looked shiny and far-away, his mind consumed with lust as he pushed down, his mouth meeting Radcliffe's balls, swallowing as much cock as he could. As he came back up, his shoulders flexed as he seemed to put all the muscles of his body to work to consume that dick. His body rocked back and forth as he bobbed up and down, combined with the growing power of Darren's thrusts.
"Hell yeah," Daniel moaned, running his fingers through the curls of Nick's hair, encouraging the singer to use those well-trained throat muscles to give pleasure to his dick. Zooming back out, he panned the camera upward, getting Nick's bare backside and then continuing up to catch the grin on his stubbled face, the curly locks of hair damp with a little bit of sweat, sticking to his brow. "Your turn?"
Darren closed his eyes, biting his lip as he continued pounding Nick's tight hole, his hands grabbing his friend's hips. "Naw, I'm good for now. Really really enjoying this ass." A long breath rattled out of his throat, his mouth hanging open as Nick began wiggling his hips in response to the compliment. "Fuuuuuuck."
Daniel laughed, causing the phone to jiggle. "That's cool, mate. I meant do you want the camera?"
Darren's eyes reopened as he smiled. "Oh hell yeah." His grin grew as Daniel handed the phone over, angling it down to get a good view of his cock sliding in and out of Nick's hole, staring at the way his shaft was slick with lube, the prominent vein winding down his shaft glistening in the low backstage lighting. Slowly he pulled back, until the head of his cock was tugging at Nick's entrance; with a heavy happy sigh, he plunged back in.
After a few more thrusts, he angled the phone further up, getting a view of the back of Nick's head as it moved up and down. Daniel's hand wrapped around the back of Jonas' scalp, pulling the hungry bottom's head down as he pushed his hips forward, burying the full length of his cock down that tight throat.
"Oh yeah, fuuuuck man." Nick pulled back and bobbed up and down, a wet slurping sound turning Darren on even more.
It didn't take much longer - Nick's anal ring was too tight, his insides creating too much of a hot velvety grip around his pole, the sounds of the singer's hungry moaning and slurping, the sight of his eagerly sucking Radcliffe's dick, and Daniel's own sounds of pleasure. Gripping Nick's ass with one hand and steadying the phone with his other, Darren let out a howl as he began cumming. "Fuuuuuuuuuck, that's iiiiiit! Yeah, eat my baby batter with your ass, fucking filling you uuupppppppp. Oh my fucking damn fucking hellllll fuck fucking fuuuuuuuuck!!!!!" Now it was Darren's eyes that were rolling back, his vision going gray as he painted Nick's guts with his cum. Spent, he slumped back, patting Nick on the rear appreciatively. He kept his cock buried, reluctant to pull out until it became too sensitive to stay inside.
Daniel pulled Nick upright, making out with him and reaching around to finger Nick's hole, feeling Darren's seed.
"What do...you want?"
"You - inside me."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yeah. Please." Nick panted. He didn't want Daniel to fuck him - he needed it.
"Got it." Gently, he pushed Nick backwards until Nick was laying on his back on the wooden floor. Taking hold of the slim-muscled legs, Daniel wrapped them around his waist as he pushed inside, appreciating Darren's cum serving as lube to aid his own conquest of this grade-A boy-hole. Daniel took his time, slowly long-dicking Nick, feeling him wriggle around, arching his back, trying to angle his hips to get more of Radcliffe's meat inside. Before long, Nick let out a hitching moan, stroking his cock and firing streaks of cream to cover both their bodies. The smell and sounds of Jonas' release set Daniel off - with a groan, he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head of his cock buried inside as his pole pulsed, injecting another load of nut-nectar into Nick's rear.
With a long satisfied sigh, Daniel looked up to find Darren sitting back, leaning against a wooden crate. One elbow rested on his knee, hand dangling relaxed between his legs. The other held up his phone, just now ending the recording.
He grinned ear to ear, the happy smile of a man who just got his rocks off...and anticipated getting more action soon. "I am soooo fucking hungry." Scrambling upright, he ran over, his thick juicy butt bouncing as he made his way over to the forgotten bag of food, bringing it back over. "I know Nick's hungry, ain't that right buddy?" Jonas' deep blush brought a giggle out of Darren as he sat down, tearing open the paper sack.
~ To Be Continued ~
Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Broadway Dreams"
Part 2: Darren and the Horny Inches
Darren flipped through his phone, scrolling through photos. "This?" He held up the device to Daniel, who shrugged and shook his head. A few more flicks of the thumb and Criss repeated the effort, earning another `eh' response from his friend. Looking at his screen, an image flew by; he pulled down, bringing it back as he grinned. "This?"
"Ooh."
"Uh huh. Thought you'd like that."
"As if you've got any room to tease. You like when I do that to you."
Darren's grin grew into a large toothy smile. "Yeah, that's fair."
"Wait, you guys like what?" Darren looked over at Nick, who was sitting next to him on the couch in Darren's dressing room - the same one that had been used by Daniel when he was playing the role of Finch. His eyes went down and back up, taking in the cute sight of Nick sitting in just his underwear, the same as Darren and Daniel. Their clothes were in a pile on a nearby table, the trio having moved off of the stage after their little dessert-and-then-dinner session.
"This." Darren's smile turned wolfish as he turned the phone to Nick, watching as the cute twink blinked and swallowed before looking up at Daren.
"Oh."
"Ever tried that?"
"Um...no..."
Criss leaned in, waggling his eyebrows. "Would you like to try that?" He watched as that cute pink color returned to Nick's face.
"I, uh..." Nick trailed off, thinking.
Darren ran his fingers down Nick's spine, caressing the muscles that the singer was working to build up. "Sounds like a maybe." He brought his face in, nuzzling Nick's neck. "How do we turn that into a hell yeah?"
"I..." He could hear the sound of Nick's throat gulping as he thought over Darren's idea.
"It'll be fuuuuun. And it's Daniel's favorite thing."
"Su-sure." Nick said the word like he was surprised he'd said it.
"Awesome!" Darren leapt up from the couch and bounded out of the room. "Be right back!"
Nick turned to look at Daniel, who was lounging in a chair nearby. "What did I just agree to?"
Daniel crossed the small space between them, rubbing Nick's shoulder assuredly. "A good time, mate."
They both looked over as Criss returned, walking through the door of the dressing room carrying something in his hands, grinning ear to ear. Darren noticed Nick's eyes grow wider at the sight of rope.
"I have an idea. How about Daniel ties me up first, Nick can watch...and then we give Nick his first taste of being tied up."
Radcliffe felt some of the nervous tension leave Nick's body. "Sounds good." Together, he and Darren unfolded the sleeper sofa, turning it into a bed, as Nick settled into the chair. Darren soon found his wrists tied up, with the rope going under the sofa since it lacked a headboard.
"Have you guys, um, done this together?"
"Lots of times." Darren smiled as he tugged at the rope, testing Daniel's knots.
"In here?!" Nick's voice squeaked on the last word, his volume lowering.
Darren brought his voice down to a conspiratorial whisper. "Yeah...but more at Daniel's place. Told you - the stage isn't allll work and no play. Speaking of - Daniel, you mind checking my bag?"
"What did you...?" Daniel's question trailed off as he rummaged through Criss' messenger bag. A burst of laughter filled the small room as his hand re-emerged. "You brought your toys?"
"I never leave home without `em!"
Daniel tilted his head, rolling his eyes. "Yes you do."
"Okay, sometimes never leave home without them. Besides, you don't know. Maybe I do always have them on me." He giggled as one of Daniel's eyebrows rose up. "Remember the first time we met up to discuss the Finch role?"
"Yeah."
"I was wearing a butt plug."
"You...you were not."
"I was. During the whole damn cast meeting." His giggle grew into a full laugh as Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head...and unable to help but start laughing as well.
"You are a filthy, cheeky, little - "
"Little?"
Daniel looked over at Nick. "Okay, time to shut him up. Watch." His hazel eyes twinkled as he knelt on the mattress, reaching up and peeling off Darren's briefs, tossing them at Nick. "Since you like buttplugs so much..." He brought the small rubber toy up to Criss' mouth, which opened as the actor began licking on it. "That's it, get it nice and wet, because I didn't bring lube."
"I did. It's in the -"
"The bag. I'm sure. But I'm not going to use it."
"Oh fuuuck yeah." Criss' eyes grew wider as he opened his mouth further and began sucking sloppily on the plug, slathering it with spit.
"That looks good. Now..." Daniel moved down towards the foot of the bed, taking hold of one of Darren's feet and resting it on his shoulder, spreading his friend's legs while also giving Nick a good view.
Nick stared as Darren sucked on his fingers and then began working them against Darren's entrance, spitting a few times until his digits were easily sliding in and out, causing Criss to lightly moan. Satisfied that Darren was open just enough, he brought the bold blue toy down and began applying pressure until it popped inside. Darren's back arched as his torso rose up from the mattress...but not far, held in place by the rope. Just as he settled down, Daniel flicked a button on the plug causing it to vibrate - Darren rose up again, moaning, his fingers curling against the restraints.
Daniel twisted the plug, sliding it in and out, casting devilish looks over to Nick. Jonas was staring, fascinated, his eyes wide and his lower lip hanging down a little. He wasn't really aware of his own hand moving down and groping himself.
By the time that Daniel switched out the butt plug with a dildo, Nick had pulled his cock out and was slowly stroking it. Criss was ready - his legs were spread wide, his hips pushing up, begging for more. Daniel denied him what he wanted, slowly moving the dildo in and out, causing Darren to writhe on the bed, cursing at Radcliffe to fuck him.
"Do you want to do the honors?" Nick looked up, Daniel's question breaking him out of a trance.
"I uh, no...I don't..."
"Play with toys?"
"No. I mean, I don't do that. But I don't, um..."
"Top? That's cool. I'm coming for that ass later then." He winked at Nick as he pulled the dildo out and tossed it to the side, gripping his dick and waving it as he angled it between Criss' legs.
"Promise?"
"Ohhh." Radcliffe looked over his shoulder, surprised by the cocky note in Nick's voice. "Look at that - a confident little bottom. I like it." The hesitant grin on Nick's face grew into a full smile as he leaned back, putting himself on display for Daniel as he continued jerking off. Daniel watched him for a moment, noting the small amount of stiffness in Jonas' shoulders. Still a little nervous,' he thought. But not as nervous." Smiling back at Nick with a wink, Daniel pushed his hips forward, spearing Darren's hole and burying himself in with one thrust.
Criss howled with pleasure. "Oh fuuuck. Yeah, that's it daddy. Fuck me."
"Daddy?"
Criss rolled his eyes. "Shut up and fuck me, okay?"
"Mmmm, no. I think I'll tease you some more."
Daniel lifted Darren's ankle higher in the air and began drilling his friend with the dildo, quickly working up a sweat as his arm swung back and forth. He didn't relent, his thrusting with the toy growing harder and faster. Darren's cries grew louder and louder, egging Daniel on.
"Nick, mind doing me a favor?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah. What do you need?"
"Sit on his face. He's too fucking loud."
"Dude - there's no one in the damn building except us. Who's going to hear me? Oh fuck yeah, right there."
"Do you want him to sit on your face or not?"
"Oh...ohhhh. Yeah, bring that hot little ass over here, sit on mmmphhhh." Nick's moans replaced Darren's words as the actor quickly put his mouth to work on something other than dirty talk. Criss's body gyrated against the mattress, trying to grind against the dildo while also trying to angle his jaw upward to really eat out Nick's hole. His biceps flexed as his arms tugged at the rope, trying in vain to grab hold of Nick's hips.
"You know, I'm feeling a little left out." Daniel leaned in, finding Nick's mouth with his own and began making out. Focused on Jonas' lips and tongue, his arm began moving slower and slower...something that was brought to his attention as Darren bucked his hips. Radcliffe let Darren's foot fall from his shoulder, landing on the bed. Lifting his own leg, he straddled Darren's waist, taking hold of Nick's face with both hands as they continued kissing, their tongues lashing against one another's.
Breaking the kiss, Daniel spat into his palm and reached down, slicking up Darren's dick. He brought his hand back up, holding it in front of Nick. "Your turn." Nick pursed his lips and spat into Daniel's palm and watched as Radcliffe reached behind himself, his arm moving as he lubed up Criss' cock some more. Radcliffe repeated this a few times, coating his friend's pole with a thick layer of Nick's saliva. Shifting back, he felt the meaty cockhead rubbing against his entrance. With a grunt, he pushed himself down, taking in an inch of Darren's meat. Working his hips up and down, he slowly took in inch after inch, until he felt his rear nestle against Darren's thighs.
Daniel turned his attention back to Nick, bringing him in for another kiss as they both rode Darren - Daniel bouncing up and down on his cock and Nick riding his face. Beneath them, Darren was wiggling his hips, working himself down onto the dildo and up into Daniel, all while eating Nick out. He managed to hold out for a few minutes before it was all too much. Groaning into Nick's ass cheeks, his body stiffened as he began creaming Daniel's insides. As Darren's manhood began to soften, Daniel pulled off, feeling the cum-covered dick rub against his ass.
"Your turn?"
Nick nodded eagerly and they both moved off from on top of Darren, who let out a long groan of satiated pleasure. Daniel untied Darren and had Nick lay down in his place. When the rope was wrapped around his wrist, Nick sucked in a breath, surprised - he'd forgotten about the idea of being tied down.
"You okay?" Nick swallowed, nodding. "You sure?" Daniel looked into Nick's eyes, silently offering him an out if he wanted it. A small part of Nick was reluctant to let himself get tied up...and another small part didn't want the guys to think he was scared. He thought of the different experiences he'd had since the day that Drake had begun peeling his clothes off in front of that mirror and how amazing each different sexual act had felt. While a small part of him was still unsure, the larger part of his mind (and libido) was overcome with curiosity and lust. Slowly, he nodded his head.
Daniel grinned, eager to introduce someone to his favorite kink. "Alright then." He secured the rope around Nick's left wrist, testing the knot. "We want to have fun, right?" He watched as Nick nodded while he wrapped the other end of the rope around Nick's other wrist. "So if you're not enjoying it, say something, okay?" Nick opened his mouth a little and then closed it, giving one short nod. "I'm serious. If you get to a point where you don't like being tied up anymore, say something, we'll untie you, no judgment. But..."
Nick's eyebrow went up, filled with both curiosity and a sense of caution.
"But if you like it, I want to hear you moan like a horny little bitch. Okay?" Nick's nervousness broke as he grinned. The smile broke, turning his mouth into an o-shape as Daniel slid his cock into Nick's hole, both of them moaning as he began pumping his hips. Soon, Nick found himself twisting his wrist so that his fingers were wrapped around the rope, holding onto it and tugging, his moans growing louder as Daniel fucked him.
"That's it. Louder." Nick opened his mouth further, his sounds of pleasure growing more forceful as Daniel encouraged him to get even more vocal.
Nick was already in the throes of ecstasy, his moans turning into needy whining sounds as Daniel pummeled his guts. Radcliffe pulled himself upright, resting on his knees as he took hold of Nick's calves and lifted the singer's legs up high, pushing out to spread his legs, grunting as he began drilling even harder. Nick's voice cracked, his cries of pleasure coming out in short hitching moans.
"That's it. You want my nut?"
"Ye-yeah."
"Ask for it."
"Unnhhhhh." Nick groaned as Daniel slammed his cock inside again and again, pulling out and holding in place before slamming back inside.
"Ask for it."
"Pl-please."
"Please what?"
"Please...please....ohhhh, f-fuck meeee."
"I..am..fucking...you." Daniel's words came out between heavy breaths, struggling to hold back his balls that felt as if they might burst at any moment. Darren came over, whispering something in Nick's ear before sticking his tongue in there, flicking and teasing.
"BreeeEEEEED MEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Nick's body went tight as he felt Daniel's dick swell and throb, bursting a load of cum into his ass. The muscles of his body flexed as his back arched. His mouth opened wide with a howl as Daniel's throbbing member sent him over the edge, ropes of cum erupting from his own cock and splashing all over his chest and neck.
"Oh fuck yeah." Darren's tongue was gone from Nick's ear, eagerly lapping at his chest, cleaning it clean even as more jizz rained down.
Daniel finally stopped thrusting, curling down to kiss Nick again, trapping Darren's head between their chests. As their heart rates returned to normal, Daniel found himself nuzzling Nick's neck. "So," his words came out in a little growl. "What did you think of your first time being tied up?"
"It's...really fun."
Daniel pulled back, eyes glinting with amusement. "Fun, eh?" He chuckled as Nick blushed, stammering a bit.
"It was...it was really hot."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh."
"Want to try it again sometime?" Nick's enthusiastic nodding caused the Brit to burst out with a laugh. He was still chuckling when he came back down for another kiss.
Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Broadway Dreams"
Part 3: Merrily We Roll Along
Darren ran his hand down the curve of Daniel's hip, caressing his friend as he slowly sank his cock inside. "Mmmmmm," he moaned. "Maybe this one's better. I like the way your hairy crack tickles my shaft." Radcliffe's guts squeezed his rod as the Brit chuckled, somewhat amused by Criss' comment...at the same time, sighing with pleasure as his hole was stretched again. Darren thrusted for a couple of minutes, taking his time as he savored the sensation of slow-fucking the Harry Potter star. Humming, he pulled out and took a couple of steps to the left. His hand reached out again, this time squeezing Nick's rear, his thumbs spreading the singer's cheeks as his dick drove inside. "This one's so fucking tight." He turned to look at Daniel while starting to fuck Nick...again. "Do you think it's because he's younger?"
Radcliffe looked over - he was still kneeling, bent over on the bed, his hands tied behind his back. He'd decided to let Darren do the tying-up this time. Criss had bound both Nick's and Daniel's hands behind their backs and then positioned them side-by-side at the foot of the bed. Cackling like a movie villain, he'd fucked Nick and then Daniel...and then back and forth again...and again, talking as he compared the experience of fucking the two men.
"He's not that much younger. You're what - twenty-one?"
"Nineteen."
"Bloody hell. You're only nineteen?"
"Uh, yeah. How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"Old man." Nick winked. His grin faltered as his jaw dropped, a sharp moan coming out as Darren slapped his ass and pounded inside. Looking over his shoulder, he found Darren glaring at him, one eyebrow raised in faux-menace.
"I'm twenty-fucking-four."
"Grandpa. Ohh!" Nick giggled as he moaned, his forehead tapping the mattress as his body was rocked forward by Criss' next thrust.
"Better behave, or you'll get another."
Nick glanced back over his shoulder again, grinning with mischief. "Promise?" He turned to look at Daniel, the two of them chuckling together.
"Mmmm, keep that up. Every time you laugh, your hole squeezes my...yeah, just like that."
Darren continued his bottom-comparison, going back and forth, casually thrusting away. Daniel made a note to try this again sometime - there was something erotically tantric about it, the way that he was being fucked for just a little while and then watching as someone else got their guts stretched, all while tied up and unable to pleasure himself. His instinct was to lay back and stroke himself during Nick's turns, but that was impossible with his wrists tied together. Hell, he couldn't even rub his dick since his hands were behind his back. I could probably lay down and hump the bed,' he thought, grinning as he shook his head, dismissing the idea. It'll be Darren's turn next time though.' He began putting together a list of possible guys to call up for a little threesome later in the week.
His plans were put on hold as Criss gripped his hips and slid inside again. The thrusts were a little more forceful this time, Darren's moans turning into small grunts. With a long sigh, Darren's thighs flexed as he shoved his cock in one last time and began delivering his seed into Daniel. Satisfied, he fell down on the mattress on his back, one hand resting against his chest, a big smile on his face.
"Hey, remember me?" Radcliffe wiggled his arms.
"Oh shit! Sorry, man." Darren sat up and began untying Daniel. "You sure you don't want to stay like that the rest of the week?"
"Fuck you, no." Daniel grinned as he rubbed his arm, feeling the blood return to his muscles. "I've got shit to do. Might try tying you up for a week though."
"That'd be...delicious." Criss laughed as he lay back down on the bed, partly from the bliss of getting off, partly from the way Daniel rolled his eyes.
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Don't threaten me with a good time."
"I give up." Laughing, Daniel turned his attention to Nick. Instead of untying his new friend, he wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him upright...at the same time that he pushed his cock inside. "My turn." With one hand holding Nick's chest and the other holding his hip, Daniel began pounding away, eager to get off after being teased for so long...and he was sure Nick was just as ready. His left hand slid from Jonas' hip, gripping the twink's cock and stroking it. He got the desired effect before too long - Nick's body went rigid as he shot his load. The tightening of his muscles caused his hole to squeeze Daniel's cock in the most delicious way, sending him over the edge as well. He grunted as he gave Nick another load in his ass - he'd already put a few in there the previous evening. Now, with the morning sun streaking through the window, Daniel wondered how many more times Nick would serve as their personal little cum-dump for the day. `Look forward to finding out.' The thought brought a devilish grin to his face.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Aww man, I forgot about..." Daniel let out a huff of air as he checked his phone, which had been beeping with notifications for the last few minutes. Drying off, he tossed the towel back through the door and into the bathroom, narrowly missing Darren. "Hey, I've got to go to this meeting. Some stuff for that movie I was telling you about."
"Didn't picture you doing a horror movie. Looking forward to seeing it." Criss finished toweling off his hair, moving aside as Nick made his way out of the bathroom, the last one to leave the shower.
"You sure you don't mind? Sorry about running off."
Darren and Nick looked at each other and then back at Daniel. "I'm sure we can find something to do." Darren winked, making a big production of it and adding a "tsk tsk" sound for effect.
"Thanks. Should only be a couple of hours." Radcliffe pulled on some trousers and a shirt, running his fingers through his hair.
"Bye honey, have a good day at work." Criss blew his friend a kiss, laughing as Daniel rolled his eyes and flipped up his middle finger, chuckling as he started down the stairs and towards the front door.
Darren turned towards Nick, a gleam in his eye. "So, any ideas on how to spend the morning while we wait on Daniel?"
Nick pulled his briefs up his legs, the waistband snapping in place as he let go. "Hmmm. Maybe get breakfast? I think I saw a cafe on the way here from the theater."
"Eating does sound like a good idea." Darren stepped forward, interrupting Nick from picking up his shirt from the pile of clothes. "But I'm not in the mood for a bagel."
"What're you...oh. Ohhhh." Jonas grinned as he picked up on Darren's idea. He returned the smile as he blushed a little, still getting used to being flirty. `One of these days,' he thought. He cleared his throat as he thought of something that was fun but not cheesy. "Well, what did you have in mind? Eggs? Bacon? Sausage?" He emphasized the last word, unable to help himself from grinning as he said it.
"Mmmm. Sausage sounds good." Darren ran a finger down Nick's chest, flicking his nipple and teasing it a little. "That bagel's got me thinking though."
"Really?" Nick squinted, trying to think of something sexual involving a bagel, but coming up short.
"Uh huh. It's got a hole. Just not the one I wanna eat right now."
"Ohhhhh."
Darren chuckled - the way Nick's blush deepened was so adorable and growing on him. Something else was growing...and bumped into the bulge in Jonas' briefs. "You want to be my bagel, Mr. Jonas?"
Nick blinked...and then started laughing. The line was too much. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stop himself, but the look that Darren was giving him - a combination of flirty and fake-irritation - only made it worse. With the roll of his eyes, Criss gave Nick a playful push, causing him to hit the edge of the bed and fall over onto it, still laughing.
"Don't make me give you something to laugh about." Fingertips found Nick's ribs and danced along them, causing Jonas to laugh for an entirely different reason. The pair soon called a truce, laying next to each other on the bed, breathing heavily from their fits of laughter.
"You want to be my bagel, Mr. Criss?" Nick deepened his voice, mocking Darren's too-cheesy attempt at flirting.
Darren propped himself up on one elbow, an eyebrow rising up quickly. "Oh, you offering to munch my hole?"
"Wha- Oh. Um, I haven't...I, um..." Nick swallowed nervously. "I haven't actually, um..."
"You haven't eaten ass before." There was that blush again. `Fuck, he's cute.' The thought prompted Darren to reach out and flick Nick's nipple again.
"Yeah. I haven't...done that before."
"Say it with me. I, Nick Jonas..."
Nick rolled his eyes, grinning. "Fine. I, Nick Jonas."
"Never have I ever..."
"Ha! Never have I ever."
"Put my tongue...."
"Put my tongue."
"On the hole of another man's butt."
Nick descended into a giggle fit, trying to take the sentence seriously and get himself to say it out loud. Seeing Darren waiting, one eyebrow arched up, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Put my tongue..." Another quick giggle came out. "Sorry. On the hole..." A slight cough interrupted his sentence. "...of another man's, um, butt."
"There's a first time for everything. If you want to try." Darren wiggled his eyebrows, grinning as he leaned in towards Nick.
"I...sure." Nick swallowed again. Drake is going to love hearing about all of this,' he thought. First threesome. First time being tied up...' He pictured Drake tying him up and his cock got harder...and even harder at the idea of him tying Drake up, being able to tease the stud with his tongue and do... Ideas flashed through his mind, causing his briefs to tent obscenely. `I wonder if Drake would want me to...put my tongue there. He hasn't mentioned it before.' The idea made his pulse quicken.
"Alright, so there's two ways to do this." Darren rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his hips up, eager to get started. "You can start with a tease or you can dive right in."
"Um, the tease." Nick figured that would buy him some time to prepare himself for trying something new.
"Cool. Bring that cute fucking tongue over and put it riiiiight here." Reaching back, Criss pointed at the base of his neck. "And work your way down." Nick scooted over and crawled on top of Darren, flicking his tongue and started trailing down. "Mmmm, that's nice. Slower. Slower. That's it. You're teasing, remember." Darren pushed up with his hips, feeling the hard bulge between Nick's legs, still trapped inside his briefs.
Despite the fact that he had no interest in shoving his dick into Darren's ass, Nick was surprised to find himself grinding down, matching Darren's gyrations, enjoying the feeling of rubbing his hard cock against the other man's rear. The strokes of his tongue became firmer and slower, his own back arching as he worked his way down while also trying not to move his body, enjoying the way that hips were moving against one another. Reluctantly, he reached a point where he couldn't go any further without shifting his body. With his tongue moving down Darren's spine, he tilted his body to the right, humping against the back of Criss' thigh.
Soon, he reached the small of Darren's back and took in a deep breath before proceeding. He tensed his tongue, making it more pointed rather than flat, and began flicking at the hair covering Criss' rear. As he reached the top of the crevice between Darren's globes, he halted. Rather than continuing straight down, he turned and began licking along the inner edge. He heard Darren moan and the muscles of Criss' legs and ass flexed, turned on and anticipating Nick's next moves. Getting into it more, Jonas found his palms resting on both sides of Darren's butt, holding him in place as Nick continued his little licking journey until he was down between those sexy hair legs. Looking up, he had an up-close view of Criss' rear, the meaty ass rising up in thick curves before him. Grinning, Nick stuck out his tongue again and began moving up, slowly exploring the inner edge of the other globe. He found himself unexpectedly nipping at one point about halfway up, instinct kicking in as he recalled something that Timberlake had done that he really enjoyed. Darren moaned again, louder this time, his back arching. Encouraged, Nick began alternating between flicking his tongue and chomping lightly with his teeth, feeling Darren wiggle beneath him, moaning louder and louder. Before he knew it, he was back at the curve where Darren's lower back met the upper part of his rear.
"Okay..." Darren was panting a little. He could feel his cock leaking like crazy, probably making a mess of the sheets. "Time to get serious. Squeeze my ass." He felt Nick's fingers dig in. "Just like that. Pull your hands apart." Jonas' grip pulled outward, spreading Darren's cheeks.
Nick looked down, taking in the sight of Criss' furry crack, a little knot of flesh buried in there.
"Put your tongue right at the top. Mmmm." He could feel the wet heat of Nick's tongue, resting at the top of his crack. "And slide it on dow-nnnnngh." His hips jerked upward as Nick's tongue rushed down, faster than he'd thought the singer would go. Instead of teasing, Nick had gone right for it, with his tongue right against Darren's backdoor entrance. "Flick...oh fuck. Oh FUCK." Darren's eyelids fluttered as Nick began moving his tongue, not needing much in the way of instruction as his mind pieced together things that Drake, Timberlake, and other guys had done to him...down there...that he'd enjoyed...along with things he'd done with his own tongue to their cocks that had earned happy groans of pleasure.
He kept flicking back and forth, driving Darren crazy. "Okay...wait...wait. Ooh. Now flatten your tongue and...oh fuck." Darren's eyes rolled back again as Nick's tongue, now wide and softer, moved up and down. He reached back, grabbing Nick's head and holding it in place as he bucked his hips. He felt the fingers against his ass dig in more tightly, spreading him further apart as Nick really got into it. Jonas' tongue began alternating between tensed-and-pointed, flicking at Darren's hole...and flat-and-broad, lapping up and down the hairy crevice.
"Fuck. FUUUCK. Okay, stop." Nick angled his face upward, looking up over Darren's backside. "Now, makeyour tongue stiff again and put it right against my hole. No, fuck, oh my god, no flicking." Darren chuckled, both turned on and amused by Nick's eagerness to please. "Push. Oh fuck. Gently, not - FUUCK." The muscles of his thighs tensed up. He'd meant for Nick to ease into his hole - instead, the damn twink had shoved his tongue all the way in. Waves of pleasure rolled up and down Darren's spine and for a moment he wondered if he'd blown his load already. Shifting his hips, he didn't feel a puddle of cum. "Okay, fuck, yeah, just like that. You've got it." NIck was sliding his tongue in and out, slowly this time. "Oh FUCK. Nick, you're a fucking natural at...mmmmmmm. Okay, a little fast-ohhhh." Criss found himself clenching the sheets. For a moment, he imagined Nick climbing up and slamming his cock inside, wondering what that'd be like. "Try flicking...yeah. Yesssss. Fuck - now do whatever you want, you've got the basics doWNNN FUCK FUUUUUCK."
Criss' use of the English language devolved into a series of four-letter words as Nick's tongue seemed to do a million things at once - exploring up and down his crack, working in and out, teasing around the edges. One hand slid down from Darren's ass and moved up between his legs, finding his hard cock and slowly squeezing it. Several minutes later, hHe let out a long whining moan as he came, his dick throbbing against Nick's palm, his ass pushing back against that fucking wonderful mouth.
Gasping, he rolled over, his chest rising and falling quickly as he sought to regain his breath. "Clean me off. Oh fuuuuuuck." Nick's mouth engulfed his meat, suckling on it as it softened, getting every bit of cum from the shaft and head before finally letting it go.
Crawling upward, Nick nestled against Darren's side, his fingers trailing in the trimmed hair of his friend's chest. "How did I do?"
"How did you...are you fucking serious?" He caught a small movement at the corner of Nick's mouth, slowly turning into a grin. "You little fucker. Was that really your first time eating a guy's ass?"
"Yeah."
"Well fuck me, it won't be the last. Come here." He pulled Nick into a kiss, tasting his own seed in the other man's mouth. Quickly, Darren moved down, pushing Nick's legs up as he began his own oral assault at Jonas' hole, eager to return the favor.
He pulled off after a few minutes, a mischievous smile on his face. "Hey, I've got an idea. Something for you to try."
"Huh?" Nick's eyes struggled to regain focus - his pupils were dilated from the hormones flooding his system. He watched as Darren rummaged in his bag, pulling out a small black...thing. Nick's eyebrows scrunched together, trying to figure out what it was. It was black rubbery plastic - two rings connected to each other, and below that a c-shaped hook that got thicker at the end. "What's...that?"
"This..." Darren held up the object with a wink. "...is a lot of fun. Your junk goes through here." He fingered the two rings. "Dick through this one, balls through here. And this little fucker..." He stroked the hooked part. "...goes inside and it feels sooooo fucking good."
"Um. Hmmm." Nick's nose twitched as he thought about it.
"Have you enjoyed everything else so far?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you trust me?"
"I think so." Nick laughed as Darren's eyebrows dropped down, feigning irritation. "Yeah, I do."
"Okay, then you're going to enjoy this." He looked downward, at Nick's crotch. Jonas' manhood had gone a little soft as he'd tried to figure out the toy. "Perfect - you're not hard all the way. You're a little thick." There was that blush. "Shut up - you know you're packing. It'd be hard to get it in here if you were...hard. But right now..." His fingers worked at Nick's dick, easing it through one of the rings. "...it'll be easier." Gently, he pushed Nick's balls through the other ring. "And..." Grabbing the bottle of lube, he slathered a good amount on the black nub before sliding his fingers into Nick's hole, preparing him. "Alright. I'd say breathe out, but you've had bigger than this in you tonight already." Pressing his thumb against the toy, Darren popped the plug part of it through Nick's entrance. Quickly, he flicked a button and it began humming. Nick's toes curled and he let out a squeak, his hips pushing down. "Yeah, that's it. You fucking like that, don't you?" Darren pressed against the toy, flexing his thumb, teasing Nick.
"Ohhhhhh..." Darren lay down next to Nick. With his hand still covered in lube, he reached down and began stroking Nick's thick meat which was already back at full mast.
"Look at this, already rock hard. How's it feel?"
"Good. Really...mmmmm." Nick blinked, not able to put words to the feelings the vibrating buttplug-cockring combo was doing to him.
"Thought you'd like that." Darren rolled over on top of Nick, grinding his ass up and down the hard pole. He didn't try to sit down on Nick's cock, but he was teasing the little stud, using his butt to stroke that thick meat-stick while his hands and mouth kept other parts of Jonas' body occupied.
Nick found himself pushing his hips up and down, trying to grind against the toy and work his cock at the same time.
"By the way, that's just the first setting."
"The...first...?" Nick swallowed as Darren sat upright, reaching down and pressing another button on the toy. The vibration got stronger...and then softer and stronger again, going in waves. Fingers wrapped around his shaft, tugging on it, Darren's thumb flicking across the head of Nick's cock, driving him crazy. "Oh fuuuuuuuck."
Darren chuckled, noting the way that Nick had just let out a long rolling curse word without pausing or probably even noticing it. He felt Jonas' dick begin to throb. Scooting back, he wedged it into the crack of his ass, his fingers running up and down the girthy member.
"Yeah, that's it, you're close aren't you?"
"Uhhhhhhhh....." Nick's eyes were squeezed tight, every bit of his focus on what was going on below his waist.
"So fucking close. Cum for me. Cum all over the ass you were eating out with that fucking amazing tongue of yours. Glaze my cheeks, you fucking stud." He felt Nick's hips push up, sliding his big dick up against Darren's ass as his member swelled up and began jerking in Darren's hand, erupting a spray of cum that coated his lower back and the globes of his rear, pouring down the middle, matting the hairs of Darren's crack against his flesh. He slid a finger down, inserting it into his hole, fingering Nick's cum inside. Jonas could feel it, seeing in his mind what Darren was doing, and it felt like his cock was never going to stop cumming. As his orgasm finally began to subside, he kept moaning, lighter now, as the toy still inside his ass continued humming along.
"Darren...I...unnhh..." Part of him wanted to keep pushing down to ride on the gadget...and part of him needed a break from its erotic pleasures. Thankfully, Criss reached down and turned it off, slowly sliding it off of Nick's spent member, dropping it on the bed next to them.
"Liked that?" Darren grinned as Nick nodded, his eyes still closed, trying to process all the new sensations from the morning's fun. "Still want to get that bagel?" He let out a loud laugh as Nick shoved Darren away, Jonas unable to help laugh as well.
~ ~ ~ ~
As the pair exited the shower for the second time that morning, Darren's phone beeped.
"Oh - Daniel's done already. He wants to know if we've eaten yet." Looking up at Nick, Darren winked as he spoke while typing back a response. "Yes...and...no. Will...explain...later. How...about..." Criss typed out a couple of ideas. "Aww, look at that. Daniel picked the same place you did." He batted his eyes while Nick rolled his, both grinning.
"Wait, before you put those back on." Reaching into his bag, Darren pulled out a butt plug - the same one from the night before. "Since you liked the toy so much, what if you wore this to breakfast?"
"I can't do that!"
"Yeah you can. I've done it a lot. It's really hot."
"What if I...you know." Nick's fingers splayed out, making a splashing motion.
"Oh - nooo, it doesn't vibrate."
"Oh. I don't know."
"It'll be fuuuun." He watched as Nick chewed on his bottom lip, indecisive. "I'll let you do whatever you want for the rest of the daaaaaaay." Nick's eyes met Darren's, going back and forth between those hazel orbs. He could see that Nick was thinking up ideas already. The twink's shoulders relaxed as he gave in.
"Okay."
"Yesssssss. You won't even notice it's there, I promise." Reaching down and grinning excitedly, Darren eased the plug into Nick's hole, patting his friend's butt. He watched Nick's face as the singer pulled his briefs on, obviously trying to get used to moving around with the toy embedded in his rear.
"It feels...weird." Nick fastened his pants and pulled on his shirt.
"You get used to it."
"Wait - I thought you said I wouldn't notice it. What do you mean `get used to it' then?"
"You'll get used to it and then you won't notice it. Kinda."
"Darren..."
"Come on, we're going to be late." Hooking his hand into Nick's elbow, Darren pulled his new friend out the door before he could have second thoughts. "I'm telling you, we're going to have soooo much fun today." He swatted Nick in the middle of his butt just as they exited the building, giggling at the little moan that Jonas gave as a result of the plug shifting inside. "So much fun."
"Darren..."
"Niiiiiiick. C'mon, don't want to leave Daniel waiting. You might get a spanking. Or, I don't know...looks like you're the kind of guy that might want to be late and get in trouble."
"Darren!" Nick looked around, making sure no one overheard their conversation.
"Nick!" Nick let out an exasperated sigh - one that turned into a giggle as a result of Darren's infectiously good humored spirits.
"Maybe we can ride the subway later. THAT'LL feel great, I promise."
"Darren!"
~ The End...For Now ~
Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Broadway Dreams"
Epilogue - July 2012 at the Jonas house
Nick checked the lock on his door for the third time before he settled down on the bed, most of his nervousness dissipating as he opened up his laptop. He held a small device in between his fingers, grinning even while his pulse began racing as he plugged it into the side of his computer, finding a folder and a text file. Opening the text file first, he found a note from Darren.
"Hey buddy, here's your copies as promised, for your viewing pleasure. Had a helluva fun time making them...and hope you're up for more in the future. >:)
- Darren"
Opening another window, Nick dug deep into the computer's files, creating a new folder with a generic name, hidden away by being mixed in with the machine's working files. He copied the thumb drive's contents into the new folder and then unplugged it, opening up his nightstand table and burying it behind some random objects. He made a mental note to find a better hiding place later...or to wipe the little device all together.
Returning his attention to the laptop, he opened up the folder to find three video files and one picture file. Curious, he opened up that last one - on the screen, an up close picture of a cock appeared, hard and pointing towards the camera, its owner standing up. He recognized the piece of meat, with the large vein snaking down the shaft, the head slick with precum. Grinning, he closed the picture file and looked at the names of the three video files: "01 - First 3", "02 - You and Me", and "03 - Pretzel". Popping in an earbud, he looked up at the door one more time to make sure it was locked and opened the first video, figuring that there was a reason that Darren had numbered them.
On the screen, he saw an up-close view of a dick moving back and forth into someone's ass - it took him a moment to realize that it was his hole that was being pounded in the video.
`Ohhhh - this is the video he made on stage!' Nick blinked, his own memories of the evening blending together with the experience documented from Darren's point of view...and then Daniel's, as the phone was handed over. He blushed furiously as he saw his face appear, Daniel's cock sliding in and out, his lips sucking furiously around the shaft. Tugging down his shorts, he pulled out his own dick and began stroking it, not realizing that his hand was moving in time with Daniel's thrusts. The camera passed back to Darren, the image getting shaky as the man holding it began pounding harder, the sound of his cries filling Nick's ear as Darren's cock visibly throbbing while it pumped a load of cum into Nick's guts. Nick looked down to find his own rod soaking wet, leaking copiously as he re-lived the events of his first threesome, captured on video.
Swallowing, he wiped a little bit of sweat from his forehead as he opened the second video. It was his own dick in the video this time, with Darren's mouth bobbing up and down. Criss had talked him into making another video later, when Daniel was pulled away to another errand, leaving the two of them alone in Radcliffe's house again. Below Darren's chin, he could make out the vibrator that was sawing back and forth, a distinctive humming noise coming through his earbuds, along with his own moans...both the loud ones from the video and the softer ones he was making now.
And then there was a knock at his door, followed by the doorknob attempting to turn.
"Nick?" You in there?"
`SHIT!' The thought rang through his mind again and again as he closed the folder and pulled up his shorts, adjusting himself.
"Nick?" Another knock at the door.
`SHIT SHIT SHIT!' Making sure that his t-shirt was covering up his crotch, his thick cock tucked into the waistband of his shorts, he closed the laptop lid and ambled towards the door, unlocking and opening it just a couple of feet.
"Hey, what's up?"
"You okay?" Joe tilted his head, a little concerned. It wasn't like Nick to lock his door at home.
"Yeah!" Nick cleared his throat, seeking to control the tone in his voice. "Yeah. I just had a headache and was taking a nap. Which is why I locked the door."
"Ohhh - damn, I'm sorry bro. I just had a question about the tour...it can wait."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Get some sleep - we'll all need it pretty soon." Ruffling Nick's hair, Joe turned and headed for his own room. Swallowing, Nick closed the door and locked it again.
Minutes later, he was pretty much back where he left off, pumping his dick while watching the end of the video, where he was coating Darren's tongue with his cream. A light groan escaped his lips, his manhood throbbing in his grip.
Opening the third video, he almost came right away. It was the day after the Met Gala, when the three of them had met back up to share tales of their exploits and conquests from the previous evening. Daniel was in the middle of the screen, with Nick behind him, his face wedged into Radcliffe's ass and showing off the lessons that Darren had provided on ass-eating. On the other side of his friend sat Darren, getting throat-fucked by the Harry Potter actor. At the very bottom edge of the video, he could make out his and Darren's hands in one another's laps, stroking each other off. As the video progressed, they explored new positions...and Nick found himself cumming in real life at about the same moment that the digital version of him on the computer began shooting a load.
Gasping for breath, Nick renamed the files: "DCDRNJ01", "DCNJ", and "DCDRNJ02" - filenames that were less likely to show up in any kind of search. Smirking, he renamed the second file to "DCNJ01". `Might be another one,' he thought, blushing at the idea of making another sex tape with Darren. Hell, last year he'd have been scandalized at the thought of doing anything like that on video; and now he'd made... Nick held up his hand and counted his fingers, trying to remember before shaking his head. He closed everything down and mopped up his chest and stomach with his t-shirt. Dropping his shirt and shorts into the hamper, he started up the shower and stood under the water, memories from that weekend with the guys and the Met Gala flooding his neurons, making him unable to concentrate on anything else. Before long, he was blasting another load, this time against the tiled wall. As he wiped away the streaks of cum, his heart began racing, worried about someone finding the video file or the thumb drive, deciding to put a password on the digital folder and erasing the little USB drive.
~ ~ ~ ~
Joe tossed a ball up in the air again and again, staring at the ceiling beyond the ball, lost in thought.
`He never locks his door. Ever.'
The guys had started working on their own solo careers, with the intention of working on another album together. At least, that's what they said, although a gnawing feeling in Joe's gut told him otherwise. His brain picked at the locked door, wondering if it was connected to his sense that the three of them were growing apart.
Holding the ball with one hand, the fingers of his other hand rubbed together...and then slowed down.
`Why was he all sweaty? Gross, sweaty and a headache - is he getting sick? Little fucker better not get me..."
Pieces of the room came into focus: the closed laptop on Nick's bed. Sweaty forehead. Flushed cheeks. Locked door. Joe's mouth curled up in a grin.
"That little fucker. He's jerking off. Little Mister Goody-Two-Shoes is in there beating his meat. Ha!" This time, the words came out of his mouth instead of just resonating inside his head. Joe chuckled at the idea of Nick Jonas, the Perfect Person, furiously flogging his cock. "I wonder what type of shit he jerks off to. Probably just some pictures of girls in their bikinis. He's so damn...vanilla."
Joe figured that Nick jerked off. Hell, he's a guy,' he thought. Explains the long showers in the hotels on tour. Although the little fucker's really fastidious. Beating off in the shower's probably too exotic for him. I bet he uses a sock.' Nick's older brother amused himself as he teased Nick in his own mind. The idea of self-pleasure caused Joe's hand to wander down into his lap on its own, his thumb slowly grazing over his own bulge. Closing his eyes, he started thinking of people he'd hooked up with. He started with the girls but his cock got harder at the memories of the guys: Roshon, Feathers, the guys at the Met Gala. He thought of Darren Criss, standing behind a piece of furniture, his hand on some chick's head as she blew him - Joe hadn't been able to see who it was. But the idea of Darren's dick out, that close by, getting slurped on...he started imagining it was himself doing it, on his knees, sucking on Criss' cock, wondering what it looked like, what it tasted like. The memory of getting pounded by Jamie Dornan and Sebastian Stan that night...and later, fucking Chace Crawford's brains out.
His mind turned back to Nick. "Fuck, he's just on the other side of this wall," he growled quietly. He pictured their rooms...and sure enough, Nick's headboard was right on the other side of the wall from Joe's. Less than a foot away, the little fucker was probably still whacking it.
"Wonder what it looks like." Joe looked down at his own dick - eight inches long, a nice thickness, a big bulbed head that was smeared with precum that was leaking nonstop. "Is the head the same? I bet I'm bigger. Fuck, he better not be." He tried to imagine Nick's dick while he continued stroking his own. Somehow, the mental image turned into Nick sitting next to him in the bed, the two of them beating off together. Joe's dick throbbed in his fist. His eyebrows and nose scrunched up. "Why the fuck am I thinking about Nick's dick? Eww!"
Shaking his head, he thought about the other guys...and there it was again, the idea of Nick next to him, the two of them stroking, matching their pace, checking each other out. Another head shake and it was Joe on his hands and knees, Dornan and Stan stuffing him from both sides while leaning over his back and making out. He remembered joking afterward that he'd been to Paris before but that this was his favorite trip to the Eiffel Tower. The pair of Disney Daddies had filled up his guts and throat with their loads. And there was Nick again, next to him, his hand on Joe's cock, his hand on Nick's, stroking each other.
"Fuck!"
His hands were on Roshon Fegan's hips, pulling the slim little twink back while he thrust forward.
Nick next to him, and Kevin on the other side, all stroking.
Growling, he cleared his head. Bent over the hotel room's bathroom counter, watching in the mirror as Daniel Fathers railed his hole.
Nick's fingers wrapped around Joe's shaft and tugging on it, both of Joe's hands out to either side, taking hold of both of his brothers' cocks, stroking them, hearing them moan his name. The image took hold and he was unable to shake it, his hand in real life going up and down at the same pace as the hands in his imagination. He felt Kevin and Nick's dicks throb against his palms, their cum spilling out, dripping over the knuckles of his left and right hands. `Wonder what it tastes...'
Joe didn't finish the thought. His cock erupted so hard it was almost painful. He didn't realize for a moment that his left eye was stinging, a wad of cum flying into it unexpectedly. He normally hit his chest; once, after edging for a few hours, he'd hit his neck. He'd never hit his face before. His hand went up to wipe his face clean and found at least four streaks of jizz across his features, the smell of his own spunk filling his nostrils.
He looked at his fingers, covered in cream. His earlier questioning thought bubbled back up in his mind, an idea more than words, as he stuck his cum-coated fingers in his mouth...and got off again, moaning around his own fingers as his cock experienced pleasure and pain as it began firing off again.
He lay there, dazed and confused, staring at the ceiling, lost in a pool of his own juices and thoughts that he'd never imagined having...and now couldn't get out of his head. And unable to shake off the idea that Nick was naked, hard dick in hand, just a foot away.
~ The End ~
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