Suckered by a Jonas Brother

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-------------------------------------------------------------------- Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Smash or Pass" Part 1: Ace in the Hole --------------------------------------------------------------------

Author's Note: This first part of this story takes place in March 2012 in Brooklyn, New York.

Special Thanks to Kenny for helping to develop this story concept.

Thank you to Patrick and Jackson for your efforts with editing and helping to polish the story. :)

~ ~ ~ PART ONE - MONDAY ~ ~ ~

Nick Jonas looked at the cards in his hand and then the ones on the table - he was used to regular poker but not this "Texas Hold `Em" style that the guys were playing.

"Mister Jonas...?" Nick looked up to find a pair of dark brown eyes watching him, one eyebrow ever so slightly raised, the corner of Raza Jaffrey's mouth curling with a bare hint of amusement.

"I, um, raise." Nick moved a couple of his chips forward to join...his blind? He was still trying to get the hang of this.

"Mister Jonas raises." The game continued, with more chips clinking against the table, along with the sound of ice clinking in glasses.

"Dang," Nick groaned as cards were revealed - there went more chips. He'd lost more hands than he'd won, which irked his competitive nature.

"That's okay, it took me a while to get the hang of it too." The conspiratorial whisper came from Nick's left. He glanced up sheepishly at Jaime Cepero, who wrapped his arm around Nick and gave him a supportive side-hug.

"Yeah, but I'm only here for the week. I'll be broke by then, if this keeps up!" The pair chuckled as the next hand was dealt.

A half hour later and Nick was out of chips...but at least he wasn't the only one. Leslie gave a hearty good-natured laugh as he pocketed the winnings. "Made it back, Christian. Made it alllll back."

Borle winked as he knocked back the rest of his drink. "There's always next week."

"Tomorrow night is strip poker though, right? Wild Wednesdays?" Andy Mientus grinned as he worked to sort the chips and cards back into a silver-colored carrying case.

Nick's eyes went wide as he looked at Andy and then over to Raza, trying not to look too alarmed.

Jaffrey smirked again, rolling his eyes. "Andy, if you scare young Mister Jonas away, it'll be difficult to find guests for the show." He gave Nick a wink.

"Awwwww." Andy gave an exaggerated groan. "That's no fun."

"It's okay - I can't make it. I've got a thing on Wednesday night."

"A thing?" Andy tried to keep a straight face as he slotted the last of the chips into the case.

"Yeah, like an audition thing."

"At night? Hmmm."

Soon the rest of the guys were out the door - Nick gathered his coat, ready to head back to his hotel room. "Thanks again for the invite to your weekly get-together. This was a lot of fun."

"There's not a strip poker game, by the way."

"I didn't..."

"You didn't need to. Your face was..." Raza's head nodded to the side. "...expressive." He winked at Jonas. "Ignore Andy - he's been feeling randy lately while his boyfriend is out of town. And he's got a wicked sense of humor."

"Good to know." Nick chuckled, his body visibly relaxing.

"So, an audition on Wednesday night?"

"I, uh...yeah, no."

"That's a shame. Was going to tell you to break a leg." Raza winked again as he took Nick's glass. "So, Mister Jonas..." Nick suppressed a smile - there was something about the way that Raza said that, with his low voice, British accent, and relaxed nature that sent a little tingle down his spine. "...what'll it be? Call it a night, or you can have a personal tutorial session on Texas Hold `Em. It can be a little confusing."

"It was, um..." Nick stopped as Raza raised one eyebrow. "...yeah, it was confusing." The two men let out a laugh - Nick felt better about losing the game somehow, knowing that even Raza seemed to have struggled with it at one point. "It would be nice to do better next time." Nick's grin grew, his eyebrows wagging. "Clean Andy's clock a little. It's nine o'clock. He looked down at his watch. "It's like nine-thirty. If you're sure...?"

"Have a seat." Raza extended a hand towards the table. "Refill?"

"Yeah, please." Nick set out some chips for each of them and then placed the deck of cards in the middle of the table.

Raza returned, handing Nick his drink and picking up the cards to shuffle them. "So...you've already lost money tonight. You probably don't want to risk even more cash."

"Yeah, Kevin'll kill me if I `throw away money' on cards." Nick changed his voice, emulating the tone of his big brother.

"Hmmm. Something with high enough stakes so that you're encouraged to try hard to win. Yet not money..." Raza tapped his chin as he looked up. Grinning, he returned his gaze to look at Nick. "Saturnalia Saturday?"

"Satur...what?"

Jaffrey held Nick's eyes with his own as he reached up and undid the top button of his shirt. "Saturnalia. Merrymaking, with social norms discarded. A variation on Andy's `Wild Wednesdays'."

Nick swallowed. "So...strip poker?"

"Without a half dozen pairs of eyes watching - just one pair. A little lower stakes, a little more comfortable, but something to goad you into trying your hardest to win."

"Uhh..." Nick licked his lip nervously - he always felt reluctant to back down from a challenge. And the way that Raza looked at him, Nick's pulse increased a little. "...yeah. Prepare to lose your pants."

"We'll see."

"Be gentle. Remember, I'm new to this."

`Oh, I doubt that,' Raza thought. He gave Nick an appraising glance while the younger man was looking at his cards - there was no way that someone hadn't plucked up this tasty looking twink yet.

"Okay - no betting for these first two rounds. Lay your hand down, and I'll walk you through what you're looking for." Raza looked at Nick's cards, giving him some advice as he turned one card, and then another, and then another. He gathered their hands and shuffled, dealing again. Once more, he walked Nick through what to look for with his hand, comparing it to the three cards that slowly appeared on the table.

"Now - we begin." Raza gave Nick a little wink, watching as the singer-turned-actor took a sip of his drink. Nick examined his cards and placed a bet - they were still using chips so that Nick could get used to when to raise (and how much), and when to hold. Jaffrey kept a poker face as he lost the hand on purpose. Shrugging good-naturedly, he removed his shoes and leaned forward, placing them next to Nick's chair, much to the other man's confusion. "You won them - you hold onto them. Just during the game though - I'd like those back before you leave, thank you."

Nick grinned as he dealt the next hand - he glanced at Raza's shoes and became very aware of the shoes on his own feet, wondering how long he'd be able to keep them. It turned out to be a very short amount of time before his sneakers were resting by Raza's chair.

The two men kept an even pace of winning, leaving both of them with bare feet. After each round, Raza walked Nick through the cards that were dealt, giving pointers. There was one tip in particular that he was looking forward to giving Nick, but it would have to wait...for now.

Jaffrey thought about throwing the next hand, but curiosity got the better of him and he was smiling as he laid down his cards, handily beating Nick.

Jonas weighed his options for a moment, whether to remove his shirt first or his pants. For a brief moment, he considered the pants - just to see how Raza might respond and also because the table would hide his lower half. He winced for a moment, kicking himself mentally as he looked down at the glass table top...realizing that it would hide nothing.

Licking his lips out of both nervousness and an attempt at looking sexy, Nick rose up to his feet, very aware of the floor against his bare soles, cool wooden boards against the heat of his flesh. He raised one eyebrow just a little - enough to be interpreted as amused or flirty but hard to tell which - as he took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt. He pulled upward, not too quickly but also not too slowly that he was obviously making a show of it, revealing his upper body. Finished, he folded the shirt and handed it over to Raza, who set it down on top of Nick's shoes and socks. The small smile on Raza's face was difficult to read - Nick couldn't tell if he was intrigued by Nick's bare torso or happy about winning a hand of poker. The breeze from the air vent was more obvious now that he wasn't wearing a shirt, causing Nick's nipples to stiffen.

One more hand later, Nick chewed his lower lip as he realized he was about to lose. As Raza explained where Nick could have improved, he had an idea. Standing, Jonas undid his belt and coiled it into a circle, handing it over. He tried not to laugh as the other man tilted his head, obviously confused and definitely just a little bit disappointed.

"If socks count..." Nick grinned and shrugged.

"That's fair." Raza shook his head as he chuckled. "Although not really, seeing as I'm lacking a belt. Clever." Winking, Jaffrey shuffled and began dealing. Nick looked at the two cards in his hand and managed not to grin - he felt confident about winning this one. That cockiness faltered as three cards appeared on the table...and then cratered as Raza revealed his cards...and the fact that he'd won the hand. He took in a breath, wishing that he'd worn something other than the briefs that Drake had bought him for Christmas - these rose up higher on the sides, showing off more of his thighs than the usual cut - and it also meant that the material covering the front and back was...less substantial.

Standing back up, Nick undid the first button on his jeans, followed by another, and another. He grinned a little as he watched Raza looking at him - the button-fly felt a little sexier to undo than a zipper. Again, he went slowly enough to be playful without obviously putting on a show. Although, based on a little glimmer in Raza's eyes and the fact that he'd suggested their clothing as stakes in the game instead of chips... `He might not mind a little bit of a show,' he thought as he took hold of the denim material and pulled it open, revealing the gingerbread-colored fabric underneath. As Nick's jeans came down, Raza got a nice view of the steel blue waistband and Nick's bulge - the briefs didn't have any stitching in the front, putting the lumps of Nick's cock and balls a little more on display. More blue outlined the hem along the bottom of the briefs, and then his legs. Raza enjoyed watching as Nick's legs were revealed, toned thighs covered in fine hairs that grew thicker further down.

Jonas wiggled one foot out of his jeans and then the other - Jaffrey noticed the way that the movement caused Nick's bulge to jiggle. He gave his guest a warm smile as Nick handed over the folded pants.

"I thought I had it there at first." Nick lowered himself back into his chair. He noticed Jaffrey glancing in his direction under the table. He spread his legs open - enough that it appeared casual while putting on a little display. One of Raza's eyebrows twitched but it was otherwise difficult to gauge his reaction. `No wonder he's so good at poker,' Nick thought, amused. He noted to himself that just a year ago, he'd have been super nervous...and now he was feeling flirty. He'd have to find a way to thank Drake and Darren - a few ideas started to come to mind but he stifled them, not wanting to become visibly aroused.

"It was a good pair." Raza took another quick glance between Nick's legs before sitting back up. `Speaking of a good pair...' He took a drink as he enjoyed the visual under the table. "You just weren't lucky with the river."[a][b]

"Well, maybe I'll get lucky."

Raza looked at Nick as he set his glass down. The younger man seemed to be enjoying himself and getting friendlier as the evening progressed.

Another hand, which Raza easily lost - his luck had faded with the cards he'd been dealt. He stood and removed his trousers. While the older man was busy folding his pants, Nick took the opportunity to look down. A pair of green boxer-briefs contrasted nicely against Raza's legs. It looked like that sports type of fabric - smooth and shiny, clinging to Jaffrey's thighs and hugging every curve...every single curve, including the bulge between his legs. Nick looked back up as Raza handed over his trousers, taking them and resting them along with the rest of the clothing on the floor.

"Well, it appears that we're even - for now." The words sent a pleasant shiver down Nick's spine, a combination of the low pitch of Raza's voice, the way they were sitting in their underwear (with one of them about to lose even that), and something in the air that hinted that Nick might rather enjoy losing.

Raza played an honest hand - whoever won, things looked like they were about to get interesting. His throat made a rumbling noise, intrigued by Nick's hand when it was revealed. "Looks like you're catching on. I thought for sure I had you."

"What made you think that?"

"Hmm. The way you were betting so cautiously. Well, to the victor..." Raza lifted his hips enough to slide his boxer-briefs off. He hooked the fabric with one finger and extended his hand, giving them to Nick.

"So I win, huh?"

"Yes. Unless you want to keep going."

"What - you have a suitcase stashed down there?" Nick took the opportunity to glance down through the glass table top, catching a glimpse between Raza's legs.

"No. I am, um..." Raza looked down at himself and then back up. "...decidedly out of clothing. We could play for favors."

"Favors?" Nick leaned back in his chair, taking a drink. His voice indicated that he was intrigued.

"Favors. Each winning hand earns one favor." Raza shuffled the cards, appearing to look down at them while really gazing through the glass at Nick's briefs. "I usually stop for coffee on the way to the set each morning. It'd be rather nice to have someone else do that this week." He looked up with a wink.

He pushed just the right button. Nick's competitive streak reared up, taking the bait. "Favors. I'm in."

"Alright. Refill?"

"Uh." Nick realized that one of them would have to get up. "Sure. Last one for me tonight, though."

"That's fair. Since I'm shuffling, do you mind?"

The corner of Nick's mouth pulled up in a little grin. "Not at all." Taking Raza's glass and his own, Nick walked over to the kitchen and poured another round.

Jaffrey took his time shuffling, his attention focused on Nick's backside as he sauntered away. His attention returned to the cards as Nick finished pouring, looking up as Nick returned and held out his glass rather than setting it back on the table. From where he was standing, Nick finally got a good look at Raza's assets...and with the positioning of the glass, Jaffrey got to take in an up-close view of Jonas' briefs-encased package just a mere foot's distance or so beyond the glass. He took his drink, his fingers brushing against Nick's. "Much appreciated."

A few minutes later, Nick let out a long exhale as he looked at his cards in his hand and then those on the table. He tilted his head to the side, trying to copy Jaffrey's calm and cool demeanor. "Well..." He set down his cards, face up. His hands went under the table as he lifted himself up. A sly grin played on Nick's face as he raised himself a little further than Raza had, allowing a good look at his bare body, riiiiiiight down to his hips as his briefs came off, his now-nude crotch still below the table. Sitting back down, he reached across the table, the gingerbread and blue fabric hanging from one hooked finger. "I think these are yours now?"

"Thank you kindly, Mister Jonas." Winking, Jaffrey waved his hand a little, the underwear swinging over the table like a little victory pennant.

Raza lost the next hand on purpose. "Looks like I owe you a favor."

"Cream, no sugar, thanks." Nick laughed at Raza's feigned annoyance before the older man joined in.

"We'll see." Raza leaned forward, going over Nick's cards...and if it provided a better view through the glass, that was just a nice benefit.

They continued playing several more hands. In the end, Raza had earned five favors to Nick's four...and then the score became six to four. Nick's eyebrows were furrowed inward during the last round, determined to try and pull even.

"Shall we call it an evening, or do you want to try and pull ahead?"

Nick looked up and sighed, both from losing and a little disappointed at the idea of leaving. He looked up at the clock, noticing how much time had passed. "I guess I'll call it a night." He stretched his arms, grunting a little as the muscles in his body responded to sitting for quite a while. He saw Raza's outstretched hand and handed over his glass, his eyebrows jumping up a little as Jaffrey stood and went to the kitchen. He appeared completely unfazed by his own nude state as he set the glasses in the sink and took out two more, filling them with water. He turned, making his way back. Nick stretched again, twisting in his seat. Instead of sitting at his own side of the table, Raza came over to Nick's, copying the other man's earlier pose as he handed Nick a glass which was held not too far from his own crotch, allowing his guest a chance to subtly stare as he took the water from Raza's hand. He took a sip, his other hand going down to knead his lower back.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just from sitting for so long."

"Ah, I see." Raza set down his own glass and brought his hands to Nick's shoulders, lightly massaging them. "Want to call in one of those favors?"

"Aw man, I was hoping for coffee all week."

"Ha! Well, you'll still have three days' worth."

"Mmmm." Nick closed his eyes - Raza's hands felt really great after a long day. "Yeah, why not. Favor number one, check."

"As you wish." Raza's thumbs dug in along Nick's shoulder blades, working into the tired muscles.

"I love that movie."

"It's a classic," Raza agreed, his attention focused on Nick. Standing behind Jonas, Raza had a good view of Nick's body. He nudged Nick's shoulder. "Lean forward."

"Mmm'kay." Nick complied, resting against the table as Raza's hands worked a little bit lower and then back up...and then downward again. With each pass, Jaffrey's skilled hands went a little lower, until he was about two-thirds down Nick's back.

"It's a little difficult to reach further - do you want to move to the couch?"

"Hmmm?" NIck blinked - he'd gotten really relaxed from Raza's efforts. "Oh." Jonas hesitated for a moment, since he didn't have any clothes on...but then again, neither did Raza. "Yeah, sure."

"Alright. Right this way." Raza stretched his hand out towards the living room, watching as Nick rose. He placed his palm against Nick's lower back, noting that the other man didn't shy away, and guided him over to the far end of the couch, which stuck out further. "Here you go."

Nick laid face down. Raza took a moment to look up and down, appreciating the slim muscled tone of Jonas' body. He knelt next to the couch and began working on Nick's back again. He managed not to chuckle as he noticed Jonas' eyes open just barely, enough for him to look at Raza's cock while being massaged. The attention caused Raza's manhood to plump up a little.

As his hands moved up and down, they soon found their way to Nick's waist. On the next trip south, Raza's thumb stroked the spot where Nick's lower back met the swell of his rear end. "Keep going to your legs?"

"Sure." Nick wore a sleepy grin, his eyes closed, relaxing against the couch cushion as he spread his legs a little to give Raza better access.

The relaxed expression changed to one of surprise as Raza's hands began kneading the muscles of his butt. Nick had expected him to start with the ankles and work his way up. Guess he meant keep going' literally.' Not that Nick was complaining. [c][d]

Palms gripped his glutes, massaging them and working downward. Reaching the bottom of Nick's bottom, Raza began moving back up, his hands moving inward with his thumbs grazing the outer edge of Nick's crack.

The younger man lifted his hips, allowing his stiffening cock to shift beneath him to a more comfortable position. The upward movement inadvertently caused Raza's hands to slide closer together, his thumbs touching. Rather than moving them back, he pressed his thumbs downward and ran them up and down, rubbing the insides of Nick's crevice, enjoying the feel of the hair that coated the slim-toned muscle there. Nick let out a contented sigh, enjoying the attention.

Raza was indulging himself, squeezing and gripping Nick's rear cheeks, spreading them apart as he massaged them, enjoying the way that Nick's hole peeked at him whenever his thumbs pulled apart. Leaning over, he pursed his lips and let some saliva hit the back of one thumb and then the other. He repeated the action, reducing the friction between his thumbs and Nick's flesh, allowing Raza's digits to glide more easily up and down.

Nick had fully closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He opened them up just a little again, to catch a peek at Raza's crotch. What had been a chubbed-up piece of meat was now a rigid cock waving in the air, jutting out from Jaffrey's groin. Nick took in the sight of the ample girth, the way it got even thicker at the base, and the prominent veins coursing along the shaft. A shiny strand of precum hung in the air from the tip.

Nick's peeking and the sight of Raza's dick happened to coincide with Jaffrey's thumb grazing the edge of Jonas' hole, eliciting a little moan from the smaller man. It definitely wasn't an accident, as if Nick even considered the notion, as Raza's thumbs pulled back downward, tugging along his entrance once more. Nick unconsciously raised his hips again, meeting the movement of Raza's thumbs, enjoying each teasing brush.

Something cool hit his skin, right on his hole...and then there was the tip of Raza's finger, playfully pushing on the knotted bit of flesh, moving in a tiny circle. More spit landed on Raza's fingertip, which slowly began pressing in. Nick lifted his hips, purposefully this time, causing an inch or so of Raza's finger to slide inside. Both men moaned as Jaffrey began slowly moving the digit in and out, until he was buried up to the knuckle.

He withdrew, spitting on Jonas' hole again as he pressed a second finger, working both in. His other hand reached underneath and found Nick's cock, pulling it downward so that it was resting against the couch, sticking south between his legs.

"Big boy," Raza whispered huskily.

"Thanks." Nick was smiling ear to ear, from the compliment and the slow finger-fucking he was receiving.

"Biiiiig big boy. Nothing hotter than a little guy with a big thick cock."

"Mmmmmm." Nick purred in response, raising his hips to meet Raza's hand, humping back against the three fingers that were working him open, his own dick rubbing against the couch cushion. His right hand dropped down and took hold of Jaffrey's pole, slowly exploring it.

And then Raza moved, his cock escaping from Nick's grasp. Nick felt his legs spread farther apart and then something wet hit his hole again but it wasn't cold this time - it was warm. He groaned as Raza's tongue flicked up and down, teasing him before punching inside. He squirmed against the couch, wiggling his hips to get more. He moaned as Raza's hand came down, lightly smacking his ass as the other man began feasting on it. There'd been building sexual tension in the air for quite some time that evening - now that the dam had broken, Raza's libido was raging to eat and then fuck this boy's hole. His hands squeezed Nick's ass and his thighs, fingers teasing the thick piece of meat between the twink's legs, picturing what it would look like bouncing around while the younger man rode him.

He flipped Nick over, lifting those sexy legs in the air while he dove back down, his tongue returning to tease Jonas some more. Nick was gasping, breaking out with a light sheen of sweat, his toes curling in the air.

"Pull your legs back, love." Nick reached down and curled his fingers against the back of his thighs, pulling them towards his chest. Raza's tongue went deeper...and Nick spread his legs, allowing even further access. He was whimpering, lifting his hips. He was surprised to hear himself saying the word "Please," over and over again, wondering how long he'd been repeating it.

Jaffrey rose up, resting his knees at the end of the couch cushion. Instinctively, Nick rested his ankles on the other man's shoulders. Raza glanced over, smirking with one eyebrow lifting up. "Well now, that's a well-behaved bottom." He spat heavily into his palm, reaching down to slicken up his pole. "And who's been training you?"

Nick blushed as Drake came to mind, along with Daniel Fathers, Justin Timberlake, and Jake Gyllenhaal. Henry Golding had been into spanking a lot, getting Nick to rest on his hands and knees, arching his backside, making up reasons he'd been a bad boy that day, earning a swat for each one. Daniel and Justin were both bossy tops. And Jake... Nick fought back the urge to frown. In the brief time they'd been together, Jake had seemed to want to mold Nick into the perfect boyfriend before ending things suddenly. [e][f]

Drake though... Nick's smile returned and grew. He kept visiting the rapper, each time learning something new, with the Canadian stud always interested in hearing about Nick's latest exploits. They'd thought about dating and even went out to a nice restaurant once - candlelit dinner, dancing to lovely music once they'd gotten back to Drake's house...and then descending into a giggle fit together because it just felt odd. Instead, they'd settled into a great friendship, with benefits, and Drake being like a mentor, both for music and acting, as well as sexually. Nick jokingly called him "my bedroom sherpa", which always got an eye roll from Drake, followed by the hunk stuffing something big and thick into Nick's mouth so that he couldn't make more jokes.

"A gentleman...ohhhh..." Nick moaned as the head of Raza's cock slid inside. "...never tells."

"Mmmm, yes, you look like quite the gentleman at the moment, Mister Jonas." Raza's statement ended as he moaned, sinking a couple more inches inside and feeling Nick's hole tighten, squeezing around his shaft.

"Thank you, Mister Jaffrey." Nick grinned...and then his mouth turned into an o-shape, eyes closing and moaning deeply as Raza sank in even farther.

Jaffrey took his time, slowly plunging in and out of Nick's ass, thoroughly enjoying the hot velvet grip of the younger man's insides. He spat on his dick a few more times, providing more lube as he worked over Nick's hole, resisting the urge to go faster or harder.

Eventually they were both drenched in sweat, their moans filling the room. Raza glanced at the clock, his eyes widening as he realized it was almost one o'clock in the morning. That meant he'd been slow-fucking Nick for... He let out a long low groan as he wondered just how much stamina this little stud had.

Smiling lustfully at Nick, he lifted the slim ankles up and pushed them down, bending Nick's legs against his chest. "Hold those, dear." Raza rested one palm against the back of Nick's thigh, right where it met the curve of his butt. The other hand reached down and wrapped around Jonas' manhood, appreciating its girth. Raza began stroking up and down, matching the pace of hips, jerking Nick off at the same tempo that the young man was getting fucked.

Nick's moans turned into hitching whines as he got closer and closer to the edge. He gasped, eyes squeezed tight, as he exploded, landing shots on his chest and neck. Raza reached down, swiping up some with his finger and bringing it to his own mouth. "Mmmm," he purred. "You taste rather sweet." He swiped up more, feeding it to Nick, leaving his fingers in the cute little mouth and feeling them get sucked on while he began thrusting harder, ramming Nick's hole which was deliciously squeezing his cock on every out stroke, as if trying to hold Raza inside. With a loud groan, he pulled back, withdrawing all but the tip, looking down and watching as his shaft throbbed, depositing his seed into Jonas' ass. As his orgasm faded, he sank back in, pushing his juices further inside. He kept moving forward, bringing his body down on top of Nick's, their mouths meeting, tongues playing against one another. Nick's legs relaxed and slid down, resting against Raza's hips, lightly squeezing them, as if silently urging the older man to keep going and begin fucking him again.

"So, seeing as it's rather late..." Raza murmured, his lips grazing at Nick's chin.

"It is?"

"Yes. It's nearly one in the morning."

"What?!" Nick's surprise was cut off as Raza's tongue met his ear, dancing along the edge of it.

"Time...flies... Would you like to spend the night here?"

"Are you....mmm...sure?"

Raza lifted up, raising one eyebrow and smirking with amusement. He reached up and brushed Nick's hair from his forehead. "It is quite the trip back to the hotel, it's late, and it seems like the gentlemanly thing to do."

"Oh, the gentlemanly thing."

"Yes." The two grinned at each other, delirious from hormones and the late hour. "Besides, I might call in a favor and have you go fetch coffee in the mor- ow!" Raza laughed as Nick swatted him on the arm, his face screwed up with pretend irritation at Raza's comment.

"So you just want me here so I can go get you coffee in a few hours?"

"The coffee...and the cream..." He trailed a finger down the middle of Nick's chest.

"I like...cream...mmm." Nick's voice went up at the end, quavering as Raza's fingers found his nipple.

"Cream. No sugar, if I recall."

"No sugar, no."

"Sweet enough already, are you?" Teeth nibbled at Nick's ear. "So, Mister Jonas, spending the night?"

"Yesssssss..." Nick's back arched in response to Raza's overtures. "I just have to...mmmm...leave around noon. Supposed to meet up with Andy to work out."

Raza grinned as his teeth played at Nick's ear some more. That little...' He pictured Andy, eager to get into Nick's pants. He won't be disappointed.'

Rising up, he lifted Nick to his feet and guided him to the bedroom. As they curled up against one another under the sheets, sleep began taking hold of them.

"Mister Jonas..." Raza yawned, cutting off his own sentence.

"Yeah?"

"I think you're ready for Wild Wednesdays."

"You said...wait, I thought you said that wasn't real."

"Mmmm." A hand reached down and rested on Nick's butt, holding it tenderly as Raza struggled to stay awake. "Might start it up. Or Sexy Saturday."

"Saturnalia Saturday?"

Raza looked at him, one eye opening. "You remembered?"

"Mmmhmm." Nick snuggled against Raza's chest, closing his eyes.

"That's adorable." Raza drifted off to sleep, one hand on Nick's arm draped across his chest, the other cradling the twinkish rear end, ready to see how ungentlemanly he could get Nick to behave in the morning

~ ~ ~ PART TWO - TUESDAY AFTERNOON ~ ~ ~

Nick stood in the elevator, his chest rising and falling as he worked to catch his breath. He'd hustled from the hotel, heading back over to the apartment building that NBC Studios provided for its cast members. He mentally kicked himself a little for having lost track of the time...and then smiled as he recalled why he'd lost track. Waking up in Raza's bed had started off as cuddling, quickly escalated to making out...and then Jaffrey had begun working on pumping the cream out of Nick, teasing him about preferring the taste of Nick's offerings to his usual almond milk choice for his coffee. Raza had taken him one more time on the couch before Nick had realized how much of the morning had passed and untangled himself from their cuddle session on the couch, dressing and dashing out the door. Then he'd lost more time in the shower, thoughts of his time spent with Raza prompting him to slide a finger inside his hole while cleaning, thinking of the two loads that the sexy Brit had left there (in addition to the one that Nick had swallowed down greedily as breakfast while Jaffrey's words encouraged the younger actor).

He knocked on Andy Mientus' door and was soon greeted by the newest member of the "Smash" cast. Nick blinked, pausing for a moment before stepping inside - he kept getting caught off-guard by how blue Andy's eyes were. Conversations with the cutie had been a little bit of a struggle for Nick the previous evening since he kept almost losing focus on what Andy was saying, just wanting to stare into those crystal blue orbs.

"Hey, great minds think alike!" Andy clapped Nick on the shoulder as he led him through the living area and into one of the two bedrooms.

"Huh?"

"The tank top. Nice choice. I always find that the sleeves on a regular shirt feel all bunched up at some point when you're working out, you know?" Mientus squeezed his fingers together near his upper arm, as if demonstrating. Nick had noticed that the actor talked with his hands frequently, which had served as a welcome distraction from Andy's eyes.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I noticed that too. Tank is more open." If he was being honest, Nick wore the tank tops because he felt sexier in them, watching the muscles of his arms and chest flex in the mirror as he worked out. He took the opportunity to get a better look at Andy's outfit - tank top and shorts, retro-style calf-length socks, and a pair of red running shoes. The shorts were...short. Nick's came down to near his knees; meanwhile, Andy's looked like he definitely liked the retro look - his shorts had a small inseam, coming down maybe just three or five inches below his crotch. Nick tilted his head just slightly, looking back up, surprised at how hairy Andy's legs were compared to his smooth chest. He added it to the list of things he thought looked sexy about the guy.

"You have a bigger apartment than Raza...even though you're newer?" Nick looked through the doorway of what appeared to be a second bedroom, seeing a bed and dresser in another room nearby.

"Yep - NBC was like `you've got two people living here, so you get two bedrooms'..." He tilted his head back and forth and spoke with a deeper voice as he emulated an NBC exec. "...Which, don't really need but okay. There's plenty of room in the living room for this stuff, but with the extra space, we decided to put my little bit of gym stuff here and Michael's desk and stuff over there." Nick nodded, remembering the name of Andy's boyfriend. Mientus pointed towards the other half of the room. "But! With the extra space, I was able to talk Michael into letting me buy a full-length mirror, so I can kinda pretend I'm at a gym." Andy laughed as he started setting stuff up. "He teased me that I just wanted to watch myself work out and I was like, duh!" Winking, Andy handed a pair of dumbbells to Nick, looking at the Jonas Brother's arms. "You look like a 20 pound guy."

The pair started working out, making small talk as they went, getting to know each other better. They'd both grown up in the northeast, although Andy teased Nick about his struggle at poker the night before, since Jonas was a "Texas boy". Nick rolled his eyes, pointing out that he was just born in Dallas, not raised there.

About half an hour in, Andy peeled off his shirt, saying that he didn't like the way the material was clinging to his skin. Nick smirked just a little - with Andy's very friendly nature and the way he kept glancing at Nick's body to "check his form", he doubted that "clingy fabric" was why his buddy's shirt came off. Pretending to agree that a sticky shirt was annoying, Nick took his off as well, tossing it on the floor next to Andy's. As they moved into the next set, Nick kept glancing at Andy's upper body, looking at all of the freckles dotting across his chest and stomach. `Maybe he'll let me count them later,' Nick joked to himself. He half-disregarded the idea - after all, Andy had a boyfriend. The other man's very-friendly demeanor and looks made him wonder just a little bit though.

After some leg and lower body sets, Andy suggested the bench press, offering for Nick to go first. Racking the weights onto the bar, Mientus stood at the end of the bench with his hands hovering right above the metal rod in order to spot Nick.

Jonas swallowed - he was lying on his back with Andy's crotch nearby, just inside of his peripheral vision. Those sexy hairy legs rose up from either side of Nick's head, into those bold green short-shorts. Taking a breath, he focused on the weights and began lifting.

Andy took the opportunity to gaze over Nick's body, looking at the little stud's happy trail which fanned out from his belly button, disappearing into shorts which draped over what appeared to be a sizable bulge. `Yum,' the actor thought, resisting the urge to lick his lips. He brought his attention back to the bar, which he kept his fingertips lightly grazing against as it went up and down, just in time to notice Nick's eyes move quickly away from Andy's crotch. He grinned a little and pushed his hips forward juuuust a little, putting his groin closer to Nick's line of sight. Sure enough, the singer started struggling through the next few reps before letting the bar drop back into the catch, his arms dropping down to rest.

Andy admired Nick's form as he rose up to his feet - the sheen of sweat glistening over the slim muscles of his torso, those nipples that looked so... Andy allowed himself to dwell on the mental image as he lay down on the bench. Right before he began, Mientus shifted his hands over so that they were right under Jonas', causing their fingers to brush. He noted that Nick moved his hands out to the side...but not by much.

As he lifted, Andy focused on the bar...until he was comfortable. Then he allowed his gaze to drift over to Nick's legs, up to the shorts that clung to his thighs and crotch, and upward over Jonas' belly and chest...and then back down. On the next trip across Nick's body, he looked farther up to find Nick watching him...and then those light brown eyes darted away, looking at the bar. Andy watched as Nick's eyes were drawn across Andy's body as it worked to raise and lower the bar, all the way down to his shorts.

Nick swallowed a little - with Andy laying down and his legs spread out on either side of the bench, the shorts had ridden up a little, revealing pretty much all of the actor's legs. Little grunts of exertion were punctuated by the flex of his thighs, which caused his hips to lift just a little...which in turn caused Andy's crotch to lift and fall. Nick stared, transfixed, able to clearly tell which way Andy was hanging today, tracing the ridge of the other man's shaft through the green shiny fabric as it snaked over his left thigh.

Blinking, Nick returned his focus to the bar...but just for a moment as he looked down to see Andy's eyes wandering over Nick's body again. He took a slow deep breath as he realized that his body was responding to the attention.

Before he knew it, Andy was finished. "Want to try something with legs...or have another go at the bench?" Something in Andy's tone was...mischievous. It reminded Nick of how his brother, Joe, sounded when he was up to no good. With hormones still swirling through his blood from the time spent last night (and this morning) with Raza, Nick was like a moth drawn to a flame.

"The bench sounds good. Round two."

"Atta boy." Andy clapped Nick's bicep, patting it before lightly smacking his palm on Nick's chest. "Build you up into a little bad boy."

Grinning, Nick rested back down...and his grin grew a little more as he noticed that Andy was standing closer than last time. Where his knees had been just past the top of Nick's head before, now they were on either side, straddling him. Fingers brushed against the back of his knuckles as he lifted, ready to hold the bar if he faltered...but sending little shivers of pleasure down his arms as well.

The bar and Andy's legs filled the scope of his vision. Nick allowed his eyes to trace upward, noting the hairs on Andy's legs, matted to his skin a little by sweat, and then farther until he reached the green cloth at the top. He could see right up the inside of Mientus' shorts and...his grip wavered slightly as he realized that the other man wasn't wearing any underwear. Nick had a clear view of a nicely-shaped head and shaft - the rest was swallowed up by shadow. He stared, unable to look away for a while, until he realized that his arms had started moving slower as a result of his attention being focused elsewhere.

He looked up to find Andy watching him, the corner of one mouth pulled upward in a grin. "How're you doing?"

"I'm...good. Struggling a little bit - it's harder the second time."

"Yeah, it does get harder." The actor broke his eyes away from Nick's to look at the bar. Nick watched as they continued farther, going down Nick's body. It felt like he might as well be nude on the bench, since he felt as if Andy were removing his shorts with his eyes. One eyebrow twitched upward as Andy stared at Nick's crotch...and Jonas knew that his manhood had begun filling out, responding to the flirting, the little touches, and the sight of Andy's bare cock in his shorts. Instinct told him to do math problems in his head to prevent getting hard...everything else told him not to worry - Andy seemed to be enjoying the show.

Motion caught Nick's attention as Andy leaned forward - at the same time, he shifted his stance, spreading his legs just a little farther apart. The new position opened up the leg of his shorts a little, and Nick realized he could see all the way up to Andy's balls.

`Is he...?' No, it wasn't Nick's imagination - the head was a little lower down, the shaft a little longer and plumper. He took a deep breath to clear his head, which turned out to be a mistake. Nick took in the musky scent of Andy's body, which sent signals right down to his own dick which now strained against his shorts. Andy's fingers were no longer brushing against his knuckles - they were resting there, slightly rubbing in little strokes as Nick's hands went up and down.

Nick watched as Andy's hips swayed - not too obviously, but enough to make his dick wave inside his shorts, swinging back and forth between his thigh and the fabric of his shorts. He looked up to find Andy watching him again. `Caught,' he thought, as if it mattered. He felt...flirty but still fought against his shy reserved nature. Pushing against instinct, Nick slowly dragged his eyes back to Andy's crotch and stuck his tongue out just a little, licking his lips. And then, with a loud grunt, he rested the bar back in place. "Your turn."

Andy smiled as he swapped places with Nick. He noticed that Jonas followed his lead, standing closer than he had before (although not as close as having his knees on either side of Andy's head). Fingertips rested against his knuckles after his hands took hold of the bar and moved up...and then down. He had a great view of Nick's crotch, the pouch of his shorts pushing forward, straining to hold in the singer's meat. `Looks nice and big,' Andy thought, licking his lips. His eyes went back and forth between Nick's crotch and his face, letting the other man be well aware that Andy was eating him up with his eyes (as if Jonas wasn't aware of that already).

He'd been doing breathing exercises to restrain his crotch. Now...he stopped caring and allowed his body to respond. Andy felt the material of his shorts become more restrictive as his cock began to fill out, pushing against the inside of the green shorts. He was perfectly aware when Nick noticed - those cute brown eyes widened a little, his lower lip dropped open slightly...and damned if the front of Jonas' shorts didn't jut out farther.

Grunting a little, Andy scooted backward and resumed lifting. His face was almost directly below Nick's crotch now, giving him the ability to look at both that sexy bulge and that cute face at the same time. Nick...glanced down but soon returned his gaze down Andy's body and to his crotch, which was waving for Nick's attention. Jonas was pitching a full tent of his own; the next time he looked down, Andy made sure that Nick noticed as his eyes moved around, tracing the contours of the singer's bulge.

Reaching the same count as Nick, he brought the bar home and set it down. He brought his hands back, patting Nick's thighs. "Okay buddy, want to try round three?"

"Huh? Noooo!" Nick started laughing as he rubbed his upper arms. "I'm worn out."

"Cool." Andy patted Nick's leg again and then let his palms rest against the sides of Nick's thighs. "Still on for lunch?"

"Yeah, sure." Nick blinked, trying to refocus - Andy's abrupt shift from flirting to talking about lunch had thrown him off a little.

"Did you bring a change of clothes?"

"Uh huh." Nick nodded towards his gym bag.

"Great. Like I said, getting onto the subway after a workout will not earn you any friends." Andy winked as he stood up. "Here, grab your bag - the bathroom is this way." He led Nick into the bathroom, which was shared between the two bedrooms. "It's nothing fancy. I'd love to get one of those big walk-in showers one day, but this is fine." He opened the glass door to the shower and pointed inside. "Soap's there. Shampoo. Conditioner. Face wash, if you want." He turned to look at Nick, a little gleam in his eyes. "Make yourself at home."

"Cool. You sure you don't want to go first? It's your place."

Andy grinned. "Yeah, but you're a guest and all." He held up his hand towards Nick, palm up, as if silently saying "hellllooo".

"Yes..." Now Nick was grinning. "...but a good guest should be accommodating and not wear out their welcome."

Andy laughed, looking upward out of the corner of his eye as his head tilted back and forth. "You go, no you go, no you go." He started laughing, prompting Nick to chuckle as well. The chuckle dried up and he swallowed as Andy's fingers lightly drifted over Nick's shoulder and down his upper arm. "Or...we could shower together..." Andy bit into his lower lip and looked back up at Nick. Meanwhile, his fingers traced over Nick's chest. "...it'd solve that little question of who goes first."

"And um, it'd save time. One, um, shower instead of two." Nick stammered as a fingertip grazed across his nipple.

"Oh, I don't know that it'd save time." Andy ran his finger down Nick's stomach. "Two people. Plus moving around. Probably be...longer." His fingertip plucked at the waistband of Nick's shorts.

"Longer is better sometimes, huh?" Nick grinned, trying to crack a joke to calm his nerves.

"In my book, usually. Bigger is always better." Andy looked over at the shower. "Like, a nice big walk-in shower instead of this smaller one. Be kinda cramped in there with two people."

"It's a small space, yeah." Nick felt his heart hammering in his chest.

"Could skip the shower." Those sexy blue eyes were drilling into Nick's. "Head back in there. Find another way to work up a sweat."

Moments later, they were back at the weight bench. Andy propped part of it up, resting against it as Nick's tongue ran down his neck and then over his chest.

Nick growled involuntarily. He hadn't made out with a guy after a workout or being outdoors - the musky scent coming from Andy and the taste of sweat on his skin was intoxicating. Nick's mouth worked faster and harder, exploring Mientus' body. A hand rested on the top of Nick's head and pushed down, beckoning him towards the tent that was standing up between the other man's legs. Normally a fan of foreplay, Nick was too eager - still turned on from his fuck-session with Raza and then the flirting from Andy, he yanked the green shorts open. A hard cock popped out, which quickly disappeared again as Jonas' mouth engulfed it. He moaned, bobbing up and down, his fingers curling against Andy's thighs.

"Damn, you're good. Daaaaamn." Andy moaned as his entire length went down Nick's throat. He had both hands on Nick's head, fingers curling in the wavy locks as Nick consumed his meat. The singer had been shy while flirting...and had transformed into a hungry slut. Andy loved it. He pulled his inches out of Nick's mouth and gripped the base of his dick, slapping it against Nick's tongue. "Yeah, you hungry?" He watched as Nick nodded, his eyes glassy with lust. "Yeah you are. You've been eyeing my dick all afternoon."

"Well, you're not wearing underwear." Nick licked at the head. "And you basically straddled my face." He grinned as he licked the slope-shaped head again.

"Didn't see you complaining."

"Nope." Nick opened his mouth and descended again, taking the nearly-seven inches all the way down. Andy pushed up, grinding against Nick's chin. After a few minutes, he pulled out, panting.

"Okay...hang on. I don't want to..." He pulled Nick up and began making out. Jonas' shorts flew across the room, followed by his underwear. He was left standing naked in Andy's apartment as the actor sucked on his cock. "Fuck yeah, nice and thick. I figured you were packing." He slobbered on the girthy piece of meat, his own hungry nature taking over. Fingers found Nick's hole and pushed in, playing with his ass while Andy continued hoovering his dick.

"I'm...mmmm...ahhhh!!!" Nick yelled out as he blasted a load down Andy's throat. The other man pulled away, his lips wrapped halfway down Jonas' shaft, swallowing greedily as Nick continued shooting. When the singer was spent, Andy pulled off, licking his lips.

"You want more than two fingers up here?" He wiggled them inside of Nick.

"Yeah." Jonas found himself turned around and bent over the workout bench, watching as Andy went to the desk and grabbed a bottle of lube. He greased up his pole as he came back, placing a hand on Nick's lower back as he eased inside.

"Fuck that's good. Fuuuuuuck." Andy's hands found Nick's hips and held them as he began thrusting away. "FUCK that's good. I was hoping we'd have some fun, the way you were looking at me last night and then today." Nick moaned, arching his back and pushing his hips towards Andy, meeting his thrusts. "Yeah, we're gonna have a good time while you're here. A reallllllly good time." Andy licked his lips and focused on pounding Nick's hole, enjoying the tight hot grip and Jonas' hungry moans.

The sound of a shutter snapped Nick back into reality. He looked over his shoulder to find that Andy was holding his phone, taking photos of his cock as it slid in and out.

"Don't worry, I won't get your face in it. I just like to...get a little trophy." Andy winked as he took another photo - his cock was pulled back, the head tugging at the edges of Nick's hole. Tapping a button, he sent the photo in a message before locking the phone and tossing it aside. He renewed his efforts at railing Nick's ass.

A few minutes later, Andy's phone rang. He glanced over at it...and then stopped thrusting. "Oh," he murmured. He pulled out of Nick and picked up his phone. Holding his finger over his lips, he tapped the green button as he pushed his cock back into Nick's entrance. "Hey, honey." He chewed on his lower lip as he listened, slowly slid back and forth. "Not much, just hanging out with Nick. Yep, Jonas. Ha - yeah, I'll tell him you're a big fan. Hang on - you can tell him." Smirking, Andy switched it to speakerphone, resting the device on Nick's back.

"Hi Nick! Thanks for keeping Andy company and out of trouble." Michael laughed.

"Ha...you're welcome." Nick tried to keep the stress out of his voice. "Not a problem...Andy's a...mmmm..." He bit his lip, unable to keep the little moan from escaping. "...fun guy." He mouthed the word `sorry' to Andy, who waved his hand, shaking his head. He picked up the phone, switching the speaker part off.

"Yeah honey, we were just in the middle of working out and ..." His pace slowed down as he listened to Michael speaking on the other side. "Oh, you got a direct flight instead of a connecting flight? That's awesome. Oh shit, you just landed? Sweet!" His eyes went to the clock on the wall, figuring out how long it would take to get from the airport to the apartment.

Andy pulled Nick down to the floor, turning their bodies so that they were facing the full-length mirror nearby. Wrapping his hand over Nick's mouth, Mientus rammed back into Nick's hole and began firmly hammering it, the thrusts short but hard, chewing his lip to suppress any grunting while Michael talked about the flight to New York. Nick's eyes were wide - he felt dirty and sexy at the same time as Andy spoke to his boyfriend, who seemed to be completely unaware that his man was drilling someone's ass at the moment.

"Yeah. Dinner? Ummmm...I can see if some of the guys want to go, uh, out or...just the two of us?" Andy let out a heavy breath through his nose. "Your pick. Yeah, that'd be good. Oh, I'd love that. Nick? I can check. He mentioned something...no, he went to the kitchen to get some water. We've been slamming these weights." Andy firmly rocked his hips forward, pulling a long low groan from Nick. "Yeah, he's great. Really cute. Noooo, you're my sexy guy. You know what I mean though. You'll have to ask him about poker - I beat his ass." Andy gave another hard thrust. Andy grunted as NIck's hole squeezed around his meat. "Sorry - trying to knock out some more weights before you get here. You know that the casting directors all have a look that they're going for. Yeah."

Nick watched as Andy stared into his eyes through the mirror, his hips moving faster as he rabbit-humped Nick's rear. Meanwhile, he kept the conversation going with his boyfriend as casually as if he were relaxing on the couch. "Okay, so remind me again, what was the list of things you wanted to go see this trip?" Andy closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the tempo of this thrusts increasing. Nick ground his hips back, working the pole that was sawing in and out of his guts. "Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhh..." Andy's eyes squinted harder - at the same time Nick felt the cock stuffed in his hole swell up and begin spasming as Mientus slowly bred him. "Ahhhhhhh, yeah...I yeah forgot...about that one. Uh huh." He pulled out and slumped down to the ground, laying face up next to Nick. Reaching up, Andy's fingers grazed along Nick's jaw, tracing the outline of his mouth, a big lopsided grin stretching his own features. "Okay. Yeah, see you in a little bit. Love you!" Ending the call, Andy dropped the phone and rolled Nick over onto his back, his mouth coming in for an attack on Nick's.

"Fuck that was hot."

"He didn't...?"

"Nope. People make a lot of weird sounds when they work out." His hands wandered over Nick's body. "What's this?" Andy looked down and back up with a smile, squeezing Nick's hardness. He looked at the clock again. "We've got...maybe forty-five minutes before Mike gets here." Fingers slid back into Nick, finding a spot that made him moan loudly. "Should be enough time..." Andy pulled away, settling down between Nick's legs, licking at his thick cock. "...to get you off again. Do you want to fuck me?"

"I don't uh..."

"Ah. That's cool. I'll feast on this again." That cute mouth wrapped itself around Jonas' pole and began working up and down, moving quickly. Realizing that time was short, Nick wrapped his hands around the back of Andy's head and began thrusting up, feeding him seven inches of thick man meat.

"Mmmhmmmm, mmhmmmm." Andy stared upward, nodding and moaning as he sucked hard, badly wanting to taste Nick again before they ran out of time.

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Nick stumbled for a moment, losing his footing as he stepped out of Andy's apartment. Not only had Mientus managed to quickly suck another load out of Nick - he'd gotten hard again and mounted Nick, banging his brains out while they watched themselves in the mirror, a stream of dirty talk rolling out of Andy's mouth about how good Nick's ass was, how he wished he could fuck him the entire time Jonas was visiting, until his balls were empty. He'd shot deep into Nick again, groaning something about Nick having his babies.

He'd pulled out, patting Nick on the ass. "Fifteen minutes to spare." They chatted while they pulled their clothes on and Andy lit some incense, covering the smell of sex in the room. Nick felt...a little dirty but turned on, a mix of emotions he was sorting out as he stepped into the hallway.

"Hey, Mike's got some meetings this week. I could come over to your hotel." Andy raised an eyebrow.

"That'd be fun." Nick chose his words carefully - neither a yes or a no.

"Cool!" Andy smiled and gave a thumbs-up. "We can take that shower."

"Ha!" The pair laughed, hugging as Nick turned to head out.

He'd made it a few feet when he heard his name. "Hey, Nick! Hey man, good to see you!" Looking up, he saw Leslie Odom, Jr off in the distance, walking towards him, keys in one hand.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

Suckered by a Jonas Brother - "Smash or Pass"

Part 2: Bombshell

~ ~ ~ PART THREE - TUESDAY EVENING ~ ~ ~

Nick stepped out of Andy's apartment, feeling like a hot mess. He was covered in sweat from both the workout and the double fuck sessions the pair had pounded out...the second at a more frenetic pace since Andy's boyfriend was on his way home. Nick blinked and shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around the idea that Mientus had continued drilling Jonas' hole while talking to his man on the phone; he felt turned on by what Andy had done at the same time that he felt a little bit of shame. Am I a slut?' he asked himself as he started making his way towards the elevator. A long hot shower sounds really good right -' His thoughts were interrupted as he heard his name ring down the hallway.

"Hey, Nick! Hey man, good to see you!" Looking up, he saw Leslie Odom Jr. off in the distance, walking towards him, keys in one hand. Nick reached up and tussled his hair, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his appearance. He was also very aware that he was about to have a conversation with two loads of cum in his ass - the sooner he made it back to his hotel room, the better. Smiling and pretending that everything was perfectly normal, he reached out to meet Leslie's outstretched hand, shaking it.

"Sorry about..." Nick waved his hand over his body. "Just got done working out."

"No problem. I know the pressure of staying in shape." Leslie winked as he flexed his arm a little before giving Nick a light punch in the shoulder. "Those casting directors just look you up and down like you're a piece of meat, you know?"

"Oh man, it's..." Nick trailed off and just shook his head. He wanted to say it was annoying the way that the casting people looked at him like they were mentally removing his clothes...but he also liked it. AM I a slut?' he asked himself again. Do other guys get off on being looked at?' He let out a long exhale of frustration at the question turning around in his mind.

Odom misinterpreted the breath of air as Jonas being irritated by the way the hiring managers eyeballed them. "I mean, I don't really mind. The attention is nice, you know?" He winked, flexing a little again...and noted the way Nick's eyes subtly darted across Leslie's arms and chest. He felt the pouch of his briefs filling out. Too easy,' he thought. Andy had texted a picture of his cock punching into a nice little hole, with the words "Nick J" and a devil emoji. He had a good guess that Nick was still recovering from a nice little fuck session, which only made his manhood stiffen even more. He didn't mind sloppy seconds at all...hell, with some of Raza's parties he'd gone for sloppy thirds, fourths, or fifths. But he did want into this twink's ass and he was only a little jealous that Andy had gotten there first. Odom slowly took in a deep breath. Yep, can smell the sex on him.' The sweat, the way Nick's hair was all messy...sure, it looked like he'd gotten done with a workout, if you didn't know any better. But Leslie knew from experience - the light-headed gleeful look that made Nick's eyes sparkle and the blush on his cheeks...and that scent that was sweat and musk and... He took another long deep breath, savoring it like an appetizer of a meal that he intended to devour.

"Hey, I was gonna head out to the bar...get a drink, maybe chase a little tail. You want to come?" He couldn't help but smile at the way Nick lit up at the offer.

"Yeah, that'd be great! I just gotta head back and shower and get dressed. I can be back here in..." Nick looked down at his watch, calculating the time in his head.

"Just shower here."

"Huh?" The offer threw Nick off a little - he'd chatted with Leslie a bit between scenes but hadn't really hung out with him, other than the poker game the other night. It actually wasn't even that - it was the way that Leslie's suggestion brought up a flash of Andy's hungry smile as he'd offered to let Nick shower at his place after the workout. A shower that Nick hadn't actually had, since they'd... Nick blinked, pushing away the thought. Bad enough that he looked like a hot-mess...last thing he needed was to get horny in front of yet another "Smash" actor.

"It would save time. And we can talk about tomorrow's scenes. Two for one special." Leslie winked again, which sent a delicious little shiver down Nick's spine, right down to his groin.

"Maybe, I don't...are you sure?" Jonas kicked himself mentally. `I should go back to the hotel and cool off,' he thought. But no, here he was entertaining the idea of showering at someone else's place. A very handsome someone. A really cute someone with really nice arms and a dazzling smile. "My clothes are..."

"Oh, you can just borrow some of mine." That grin grew bigger as Leslie nodded over his shoulder, pulling his keys out of his pocket and making his way towards the door of his apartment.

"It's not...?" Nick heard the little squeak in his voice. The idea of hanging out with Leslie was awfully appealing...and he wouldn't reek of cum and sweat on the subway.

"An inconvenience? Wouldn't have offered if it was." There was that wink again as Leslie opened the door and allowed Nick to enter, following behind. "Besides, by the time you got to the hotel and back it'd be like an hour or more. This saves time." Leslie's eyes grazed down Nick's backside, admiring the toned slim muscles underneath Nick's gym clothes. "Bathroom's that way. I'll pick out a couple of options for you while you clean up."

Nick let out a little mental sigh of relief at the idea that the shower was a genuine offer. At the same time, some deep urge inside of him wished it wasn't. He paused looking over his shoulder. "Thanks." He let the word hang there for a moment, silently offering his new friend the opportunity to make a move

"Not a problem. Favorite color?"

"Oh, um blue."

"Alright, let's see what we've got in blue then." Leslie flashed a smile as he opened the closet doors. Nick nodded, returning the grin and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He instinctively reached to lock it and stopped himself, leaving the door unlocked as he stripped off his gym clothes and started the water, stepping into the hot steamy water.

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Leslie was hanging up the third outfit on the knobs of his dresser when he heard the bathroom door open. Turning, he saw Nick step through the doorway, a cloud of steam rolling out behind him. Odom managed to keep his expression neutral...mostly. One eyebrow twitched up as he took the opportunity to take in Nick's exposed torso. A light patch of hair in the middle of a nicely-toned chest, cute perky nipples...slim but toned muscles that showed that the youngest Jonas Brother had been hitting the gym. Leslie especially liked Nick's stomach - the faint etching of a six-pack that looked soft instead of chiseled, with a nice happy trail that fanned down... My, that towel is hanging low,' he thought, both amused and turned on. Glancing back up, he found that Nick's attention was all over the room, looking a little nervous. It tracked with Raza's observations - a cute little twink who liked being sexy but seemed a little unsure of himself. Jaffrey's guess was that it was from inexperience, although Odom had pointed out Nick's religious upbringing. The corner of his mouth tugged a little, threatening to pull into a grin as he recalled the great effort it had taken to pry information from his good friend. Raza tried being a gentleman and not talking about it, but he'd had an obvious pep in his step and a little twinkle in his eyes when talking to or about Nick the morning after the poker game. How did he describe Nick again? Oh yeah, a like blushing virgin with a ravenous hole'. Because Raza can't just use a simple word like hungry' like us simple Americans.' Now Leslie's mouth did break into a half-grin, both at the memory of his conversation with his co-star and at the nice little piece of eye candy in front of him. It was obvious that Nick had set the towel low on his hips without it being too low. The younger man's body was a little tense, as if questioning himself.

And he wasn't far off the mark. Nick felt his jaw tense as he struggled to maintain a cool facade. He'd pushed back against his instinct to just stick his head out and ask for clothes, feeling like it'd appear childish. You're almost 20, dammit,' he'd muttered to himself while steeling himself to step out in only a towel. It just went against his nature, restrained by years of being a "good boy" in the public eye to the point that it became ingrained in his every fiber. At the same time, he was constantly struggling with the way his hormones took over whenever some cute guy looked at him or spoke to him. Nick tried to think of something to say but his mouth felt dry, his breathing shallow. He was looking forward to a normal night out at the bar with another dude...and at the same time he'd half-hoped that Leslie would join him in the shower and fuck his brains out...and he half-felt a sense of shame at the lustful thoughts that kept rolling through his mind...and halfway didn't care. That's a lot of halves,' he thought...and for a moment started doing the math to add them up, trying to distract himself.

"So, light blue?" Leslie pointed at the outfit on the far left, a light-blue t-shirt with dark blue jeans. "Medium blue?" Nick looked over to see a royal blue button-down shirt, the sleeves already rolled up, with black jeans. "Or dark blue?" The outfit on the right was a navy blue polo shirt with gray jeans.

"Oooh." Nick crossed the room, reaching out and rolling the fabric of each shirt between his thumb and finger. As his fashionista side took over, Nick completely forgot that he was wearing nothing but a towel - instead, he was engrossed in looking at the three outfits, mentally placing himself in each one, trying to determine which one would look best. "Mmmm, this one." Smiling, he held up the button-down shirt.

"Awesome. Underwear and socks are there." Leslie took the other two outfits away and pointed at the top drawer. "I'll put these away and find something for myself while you get dressed."

Nick swallowed at the idea of dropping his towel. Taking a little breath, he reached in and quickly snagged a pair of underwear and then socks, dropped the towel, and quickly pulled on the underwear.

Leslie smirked as he took his time pretending to thumb through his wardrobe, already knowing what he was going to wear. He finally pulled out a white t-shirt and dark gray blazer with jeans and turned, setting them on the bed. He'd timed it right, catching a glimpse of Nick in just his underwear, reaching for the jeans. Odom let out a lovely little hum, low enough to feel his throat rumble but quiet enough that the other man didn't hear it. He favored jockstraps and was wearing one right now...but if he was wearing "actual" underwear, he went for bikini briefs, enjoying the way his legs looked with the high-cut of the fabric. With a low waistband and high-cut legs, the scant briefs left a lot of Nick's body on display...and it was a delicious-looking display that left Leslie's mouth watering.

He let out a joking whistle and then chuckled. "Maybe just go like that - the ladies will be all over you." His chuckle grew into a small laugh as Nick's cheeks quickly flushed dark pink, the jeans rapidly sliding up and covering his lower half.

Nick let out a nervous laugh. "Pretty sure the bar has a shirt-and-pants-required dress code."

"Mmm, not all of them." Leslie laughed as Nick let out a weak cough before recovering with a nervous chuckle.

Amused, Leslie set his outfit onto the bed and peeled off his clothes, leaving himself in just the jock that he'd been wearing around that day. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Nick's movements slowing down as the twink tried not to stare.

"Did you, um, go to the gym today?"

"Hmmm?" Leslie looked over at Jonas, down at himself, and then back up. "Oh. No, I just like the way it feels." Odom casually strolled over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of socks, and tossed them onto the bed next to the blazer...and swore that he could feel Nick's eyes peeled to his bare ass as he walked away. When he turned to pick up his shirt and put it on, sure enough, Nick's cheeks had darkened even more. He put on his shirt, making sure to keep his lower half exposed as long as possible before pulling on the jeans.

The two made small talk as they dressed. Nick felt his pulse and breathing return to normal as he buttoned up the shirt. Just two friends getting ready to go out on the town,' he thought to himself. Again, he felt torn between enjoying the idea of a normal evening out with a buddy...and the desire to sink to his knees and worship Leslie's body. Damn, what's wrong with you. Quit thinking every guy is an opportunity to...' His thoughts trailed off, replaced by mental images of his mouth wrapped around Odom's cock, and then Leslie laying on the bed, Nick gripping the stud's chest as he rode him. Nick squinted his eyes shut, pushing the thoughts away.

"So how was the workout with Andy?"

"Huh?" NIck felt his lustful thoughts flitter away at the random question.

"You said you and Andy worked out this afternoon?"

"Oh - it was fun. You know, just some weights and stuff." Leslie watched Nick's face and body language carefully but subtly, looking for any hints of their earlier tryst. The young stud did a good job of playing neutral but, for the discerning eye, he noticed that Nick's body stiffened just a bit, his face working to appear nonchalant.

"Yeah, looks like you've been hitting the gym. Keep at it." Leslie flashed a thumbs-up in Nick's direction as he reached for the blazer. He watched as Jonas relaxed a little as the conversation stuck to working out and not Andy's post-workout protein injection.

"Thanks man. Trying. You know how those casting directors are." Nick forced out a laugh, trying to distract himself from thoughts of his post-workout shenanigans with Andy.

"I figured y'all did cardio or something."

"Hmmm?"

"Just, I know how Andy loves his cardio. He's always talking about getting his heart rate up and some shit like that." Leslie rolled his eyes with a grin. "And you looked like you worked up quite the sweat, so just figured it was cardio. You two must have been hitting the weights hard." Odom watched as Jonas' body had tensed again, working to give responses as if he were navigating a verbal minefield.

"Uh, yeah. But we worked in some cardio too."

"Running?"

"No, um." Nick scrambled through his brain for something, anything that would sound plausible. "Just you know, jumping jacks and stuff like that. Like you said, Andy was all about hitting that energy." Nick held his hand up flat, high in the air.

"Oh, I know. Good ol' Andy. He likes to hit it..." Leslie let the sentence trail away for a moment on purpose, teasingly. He finished his sentence, changing his voice to emulate his friend. "...'target heart rate, feel that burn'. I always feel like I'm listening to one of those online fitness routines when I'm working out with him." Again, Nick regained his composure, feeling that they were talking about working out and not...the other things he and Mientus got up to. "If you want to go for a run, I know some good paths around here."

"That'd be fun!"

"Let me know. Andy's not the only one into cardio." Odom managed not to laugh - Nick looked like his mind was spinning, trying to field a response. He pulled on the blazer and stepped closer to Nick. "Not bad, you clean up nicely."

"Not bad?" NIck screwed up his face, feigning irritation as he puffed up his chest. "I think I look pretty good."

"Mmmm, you do. Nice clothes."

"Ha - thanks. Picked them up at this neat little shop nearby."

Leslie shook his head, chuckling. "Well, they look good." He reached out and brushed pretend-lint from Nick's shoulder. "I mean, I think the towel was a better look, but this is nice too."

"The...towel...?" Nick stammered, glancing at the towel laying discarded on the bed, and recalling the image of himself wearing nothing but that towel as he'd looked in the mirror earlier.

"Yep. The towel. This..." He held his hand flat and moved it in a broad circle to indicate Nick's body. "...is a really cute look." He reached out and fingered the collar of the shirt the other man was wearing. "But that?" He nodded towards the towel. "Like I said, they'd be all over you."

"The, um...the dress code. They'd never..." Nick's voice had a little bit of a nervous squeak to it.

"Some of them would. There's some very fun bars in New York, Nick." The tips of Leslie's fingers twisted, undoing the top button of the shirt he'd lent to Nick.

"There..." Jonas took a big swallow, his breathing getting heavier as he felt another button pop open. "...there are?"

"Oh yeah. Some very very fun bars." Another couple of buttons were gone. Nick felt air hitting the exposed part of his chest...and then Odom's finger, pressing lightly as it trailed up to the base of his neck and then back down, tugging playfully at the next button. "We could go to one of those." Another button, and then another. "Or stay in and have fun here." Nick felt his body shiver as he realized every button on the shirt was now undone, leaving a strip of flesh open that Leslie's fingers were casually exploring. "Maybe do some `cardio'' together."

Nick looked up to see Leslie wink. "Cardio?"

"Yep." Leslie emphasized the last letter, his lips popping as he made the `p' sound. Nick's eyes were fixated on Leslie's mouth, imagining it... "I know exactly what kind of cardio my buddy Andy likes the most. The kind that leaves you hot and sweaty, your breath all raggedy." The fingertips of both hands were playing across Nick's torso, more firmly now. "Does that sound fun?" Leslie's hands moved up, his fingers spreading out as he reached Nick's shoulders, pushing against the cotton fabric of the shirt and sliding it up and off of Nick's upper body, allowing it to drop to the floor. "Stay here." He leaned in, raking his lips across Nick's neck. "Together." His mouth pressed lightly against Nick's neck, planting a light kiss. "Have some fun, just the two of us."

Nick let out a little moan.

"That a yes or a no, Jonas?"

"I..." He felt Leslie's lips work gently against the area where his neck met his shoulder, releasing another soft moan. "I..." A low husky sound rolled out of his throat as lips met his shoulder. "I don't wanna, um...ohhhh."

"You don't want to have fun?"

"No, I mean yes, I..." Nick let out another sound, this time one that was a mix of restrained lust and frustration.

Leslie pulled back a little, his face just a few inches from Nick's. "You don't want to what then?"

"I just left Andy's..." Nick's cheeks flushed a dark pink again. "We...um..."

"Oh, I know what you did at Andy's."

"And if we..." Nick's eyes darted to the bed and back to Leslie's face. "Wouldn't that make me..."

"Horny?"

Nick chuckled - that was not the response he'd expected. "No. I mean yes. But leaving Andy's and then coming here and...wouldn't that..." Nick trailed off again, struggling with his words, his voice softening as he trailed off, looking down at the floor. "I don't want you and Andy to think I'm like a...like a slut or something." The words came out quickly and softly. He stared at the floor as they stood there in silence for a few seconds, feeling his face flushed warm.

"Nick." A knuckle came up to rest along his jaw, gently brushing downward until it came to rest under his chin. "Nick. Remember the poker game last night?"

"Mmhmm." NIck nodded, still looking downward.

"Where do you think I went after?"

"Um...home?"

"Nick. I went to Andy's." A gentle nudge from Leslie's hand brought Nick's face back up, hesitantly looking into his friend's eyes. "And we did cardio." He watched as Nick blinked, as if working to comprehend what Leslie was saying. "We fucked. It was great. And then I came home. And that was..." He looked over at the clock. "...less than 24 hours ago. Do you think I'm a slut?" He watched as Nick shook his head, the movement barely moving his head, still nervous. "Do you think Andy and I are whores?"

"No." The response was soft and husky, Nick's voice thick with nervous energy. He shook his head again, more thoroughly this time.

"No. We're just having fun. Hell, Andy has a boyfriend and has slept with most of the male cast here." He watched as Nick's mouth opened and closed, trying to form a question. "He knows. He pretends that he doesn't, Andy pretends that his boyfriend doesn't know. It's like this funny little game that they play. And it's whatever - it's their thing. I mean, I'd love to drill Andy's guts right in front of his boyfriend, put on a little show...but that's not their thing." Leslie shrugged off his blazer, bringing his hands up to gently squeeze NIck's shoulders. "Do you think that makes Andy's boyfriend a slut?"

"I mean...no? No."

"You're young and still learning all this shit. You're what - 18?"

"19." Nick spoke with a little more oomph this time, squaring his shoulders back a bit. Leslie bit his lower lip, trying not to laugh.

"Oh okay, 19." He corrected himself, as if the one year made all the difference. "Take it from someone who's older and wiser."

"You're not that old."

"I'm 31, son." He emphasized the last word, as if driving home the difference in their age. "I've got 12 years and..." His eyes darted to the top of Nick's head and back down. "...3 inches on you." He noticed Nick grin, some of the tension leaving his slim body. "Anyway, some advice. You're only a slut if you feel like you're a slut. Do you feel like a slut?"

"I mean, I'm bouncing from one guy right to another..."

"Yeah. But do you feeeel like a slut? A whore?"

Jonas' eyebrows twitched, knitting together, his forehead furrowing as he struggled with the question. Odom waited - it was as if he could feel a shoulder angel and shoulder devil resting on the kid's shoulders, hashing it out. Nick's brain was in turmoil, his hormones and urges raging against his upbringing. Hell, he still carried that purity ring, putting it on whenever he went out in public. Part of him had the urge to go back to his hotel room and pray...the rest of him wanted to sink to his knees right here and worship Leslie's body instead.

"I..." He closed his mouth, his jaw tensing. "I do like..."

"Men?" Nick nodded at Leslie's question. "Cock?" He nodded again, his cheeks going red. Leslie grinned, one hand sliding down from Nick's shoulder to wander across his chest. "Being naughty?" He watched as Nick nodded. The tip of his finger circled around Nick's nipple, teasing it. "Then you're not a slut. You're just a guy who likes having fun. Who likes being naughty every now and then."

"An hour ago."

Leslie laughed, shrugging. "Like I said, every now and then."

"Naughty." Nick repeated the word, as if trying it on for size. It sounded and felt better than the labels he'd been applying to himself lately.

"Naughty naughty little Nick" Leslie said the words slowly and softly, his other hand ruffling through Nick's hair.

"Naughty Nick." Jonas grinned a little. Leslie felt a lot of the tension in the younger man's body start to dissipate.

"And does Naughty Nick want to go out to the bar...or stay in tonight? Your choice - we'll have fun either way."

Nick's grin grew bigger, flashing his teeth in a large hungry smile. It was as if the idea of `Naughty Nick' was someone else he could be, an alter ego he'd just discovered and could slip into, temporarily shedding the Good Boy Jonas Brother image he worked so hard at...but could pick up and put back on when he stepped out.

"I'd like to stay in...here."

"Good. Me too." Leslie leaned forward, his lips meeting Nick's, mouths pressing together in a kiss that grew hungrier by the moment. Nick's tongue reached out first, pushing against Leslie's lips, finding them open and allowing him inside. Jonas' hands moved as if on their own, tugging at Odom's shirt and sliding it off, pulling his face away only long enough for the piece of clothing to be removed before mashing his lips against Leslie's again, a little growl escaping.

Their hands were all over one another's bodies, hot air blasting out of their noses against their cheeks. Leslie began stepping back, bringing them towards the bed, until they bumped against it and tumbled down to the mattress. He rolled their bodies over so that Nick was on his back, his own lips working down, exploring every single inch of that sexy little Jonas body that he'd been scoping out ever since Nick showed up on set. Reaching the waistband of the jeans, they were quickly peeled off and tossed away, leaving Nick in just the bikini briefs.

"My, my, Nick. What a big package you have." His finger trailed over the large bulge.

"The better to...ohhhhh." Whatever quip Nick had in mind disappeared as Leslie's mouth came down, clamping on the firm mound, sucking hard. His mouth played with Nick's meat through the thin cotton fabric for a while before moving on, going all the way down to Nick's feet. He ran his tongue over the top of the slim foot, feeling the slight hairs there tickle before caressing the other man's ankle with his fingers and mouth, slowly working up the calf muscles and onto the thighs, taking his time to thoroughly get to know Nick's right leg. As his nose nuzzled against Jonas' balls, still encased in the briefs, a large wet spot staining the pouch, he moved back down to the right ankle and started his exploration again.

By the time Leslie made it back up to Nick's crotch, the younger man was tense again, his body flexing as he struggled at being teased...and yet at the same time, enjoying every touch, every lick, every kiss. His fingers had dug at the comforter, pulling at it.

`Playtime is over,' Odom thought to himself as he tugged down the front of the briefs, releasing Nick's meat. He opened his mouth and devoured it, hearing Nick howl as he felt the hefty cock thicken and lengthen down his throat.

Leslie began bobbing up and down, slowly working the rod with his lips. His hand pressed between Nick's legs, playing with his balls and then nudging the thighs further apart. Sliding a finger underneath, he found what he was looking for and pressed in.

He pulled off, grinning. "Want to know what the best part of Naughty Nick is?"

"What?"

"He comes prelubed." Pulling back his hand, Leslie lined up two fingers and slid them in, earning a happy moan from Nick. He went back to sucking the cock waving in front of his face, enjoying the way that Jonas was grinding his hips down to meet Leslie's hand.

Odom took his time. He was enjoying the thick girth of Nick's meat and was in no hurry- they had all night. He also coaxed some details about Nick's `workout' with Andy and figured that if the twink had gotten off twice already, he wasn't cumming anytime soon. Eventually his jaw began to tire, stretched open by Nick's wide shaft. "Show me how badly you want to get off," he teased as he wiggled his fingers inside Nick's hole. Jonas moaned, rolling his hips a little. "C'mon, Naughty Nick. You can do better than that." He watched as Nick's eyebrows furrowed together, determined to please as he eagerly began humping his ass against Leslie's digits, putting the muscles of his entire body into it. Odom plunged back down on Nick's pole, sucking and slurping. Nick's thrusts began getting less rhythmic, his breath hitching...and then those lovely thigh muscles flexed hard as Nick's hips bucked up, his dick swelling and then exploding in Leslie's mouth.

"AHHHHHH!!!!!!" Nick moaned out loudly, his mouth wide open as his balls erupted. Leslie gulped down every shot, savoring the taste and feel of that Jonas jizz he'd been craving. When Nick's body finally relaxed, his limbs going limp against the mattress, Odom pulled his mouth of Nick's deflating cock and his fingers out of the twink's tight rear. Crawling forward, he curled up next to the smaller man, their mouths meeting for another tender kiss. He felt a hand reach down, fondling his rock hard member, a thumb running up and down its length.

"Mmm, ready for more fun? Or do you want to get dressed and go out?" As Nick eagerly rolled over on top of Leslie, the older stud let out a laugh, his hands caressing that slim hot little body.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Yeah, you like that?"

"Uh huh." Nick was straddling Leslie, using the muscles of his legs to drive his body up and down, riding Odom like a jockey at a horse race. Fingers clenched at Leslie's chest, both to get a feel for his body and to hold on.

"Show me." He watched as Nick changed his tempo, moving his body slower but with more power, his hips rolling as he fucked himself on Odom's cock. "No, show me." He placed his palm on Nick's chest and pushed him back so that Nick was sitting upright. His hand slid down and grasped the thick hard member that was bouncing around as Jonas rode his rod. "Show me how much Naughty Nick likes that dick."

Nick closed his eyes, helping him escape the bonds of his childhood and embrace his more lustful side. His mouth hung open as he emulated the sounds he'd heard in the dirty movies on his laptop. "Uhh. Uhhhhh. OHHHH!!"

"Really show me. Put that sexy body of yours to work - I wanna see it."

With his eyes still closed, Nick brought his hands up and put them behind his head, his elbows sticking out to the side. With a little cocky smile, he flexed the muscles of his arms and chest, showing off the toned gains he'd made in the gym. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about." Leslie's words encouraged him and he flexed harder, moaning a little louder.

Leslie thrust his hips up, slamming into Nick's body as it came down, causing Nick's eyes to pop open, his mouth turning into a surprised o-shape before recovering and grinning. "You like that?"

"Yessssss." Nick's voice was a lustful husky groan.

"What do you like about it?"

"It's so big. So thick. So goooOOOD!" Nick howled as Leslie's hips pulled him down while Odom punched up with his cock, pinning Nick down while he ground his meat into that tight hole. Jonas' head rolled back so he was looking at the ceiling, his fingers clawing at Leslie's chest as he continued moaning loudly.

"Yeah, my little naughty boy likes getting drilled by a big fat dick?"

"Yesssssssss!!!" Nick rolled his head forward again, sliding his hands up to take hold of Leslie's pecs, clinging to them as he began bouncing up and down again, more vigorously than before.

Leslie lay there, allowing Nick to pleasure himself on the "Smash" actor's fuck-stick. He found himself rubbing his thumb over Nick's lower lip again. "I love these dick-sucking lips of yours." Jonas opened his mouth, allowing Leslie to slide the digit inside, watching as Jonas' plump lips closed around it and began sucking. "Oh, baby..." He pushed his hips down against the mattress and lifted Nick up, pressing down against his shoulders, guiding the guest actor downward until his face was planted in Odom's crotch. Nick readily opened up, working his way down its length, until over eight inches of man-meat was down his throat. He began bobbing up and down, faster and then slower. "Yeah, baby, push those lips out." Nick readily complied, stretching his mouth more so that his lips stuck out as they slid up and down. "Yesssss, that's it. Suck that dick." He ran his fingers through Nick's hair, offering encouragement as the little stud went to town.

A few minutes later, he reluctantly pulled Jonas' mouth off of his pole, not ready to get off yet. He pulled the shorter man up, finding his mouth as their tongues began wrestling again, hearing Nick whimper hungrily as Leslie's fingers dug into his hole. Nick bucked his hips up and back, trying to get more inside of him. If Leslie was trying to hold back his orgasm, Jonas was chasing his own.

Nick pulled his lips away, forehead pressed against Leslie's panting. "Can you...?"

"What do you need, my hot little man?"

"Can...you...again?" Nick looked down at Leslie's crotch and then back up at his face.

"You want me to fuck you again?" Nick nodded. "Say it." He noticed those cute cheeks blush again. "C'mon. My little naughty guy knows what he wants..." He ran his thumb over that sexy lip. "What he needs."

Nick bit his lower lip. He was so used to being the golden boy, so well-behaved. I'm not Nick Jonas...I'm Naughty Nick.' The thought had bubbled up and stuck, taking root. It was the reason he was able to let loose just a bit, putting on a little bit of a show for Odom, with the moaning and flexing. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as he came to think of Naughty Nick' as a role - a persona that he could slip on. Nick Jonas wasn't the one moaning and writhing, emulating the gay porn videos he'd dared to peek at when no one else was around. No, it was Naughty Nick - a character who loved cock and also loved to show how much he enjoyed it, putting on a show as he put out. Naughty Nick could do the things that Nick Jonas was too wound up tight to do, say the things that the Jonas Brother wouldn't.

"I, uh...I want to feel your big..." He swallowed, still grappling with this new alter ego. He looked down Leslie's body to see the lengthy wand of flesh bobbing in the air, eager to bring pleasure to the little twink. "...to feel your big dick inside me." A thumb rubbed his lower lip.

"Inside you where?"

"Inside my butt."

Leslie smirked, holding back a chuckle. If it were Andy or some other guy, they'd be moaning for him to slam his cock into their ass, to stretch their hole, to ram their guts. The way Nick said the word butt' was too cute. Damn, I could...' He smiled, feeling little butterflies in his stomach. "As you wish." His voice rumbled out as he stroked Nick's hair. Taking hold of the slim shoulder, he rolled them both over onto their sides. Odom then rose up onto his knees, resting one palm on Nick's side to keep him in place. Moving down towards the foot of the bed, he lifted one of Nick's legs, resting it onto his shoulder. He rubbed the bulb-shaped head around Nick's entrance until he heard the twink start to moan, begging for it. Giving in, he pushed forward with his hips, spearing his way inside his new friend, enjoying the velvet grip of Nick's tunnel. He savored the sensation, driving him forward, wanting to bury his pole as deep as he could...and he soon found his balls pushing up against Jonas' hole, earning a happy little cooing sound from the hungry twink.

Leslie took his time, rolling his hips and using the muscles of his whole body to drive his meat in and out between Nick's legs. He could feel the toned calf muscle flexing against his shoulder, the toes of Nick's foot curling with pleasure. Grinning, he pulled back until the head of his cock was tugging at Nick's entrance. He parked it there, until he felt Nick's hips moving down, trying to pull him back inside.

"Want it back inside?"

"Yes!"

"I don't know...doesn't sound like you do..."

"Please Leslie..." Nick wriggled, trying to take the large cock.

"Please...kiss you?"

"No. I mean yes, but..." Nick was clenching the sheets, trying to buck his rear.

"Please...?"

"Please. Fuck me. I need it."

"Oh baby, you said `need', not want. You got it."

Nick's moans dialed up in volume and intensity as Leslie began hammering his guts, power-fucking the tight hole. "Need that?"

"YES!"

"And that?" He reached down, slapping one of Nick's ass cheeks as he rammed back in.

"YESSSS!"

"Show me. Stroke that big thick cock of yours, baby." He watched as Nick reached down and began flogging his meat, his other arm reaching back, grabbing at the pillows, arching his back, his body stretching out and lengthening. Leslie reached down with his left hand, caressing Nick's rump, his fingers gliding over and playing at the flesh right next to the spot where his meat was sliding in and out. "This is your favorite spot, isn't it?"

"Hmmm?" Nick's eyes were closed, savoring the feeling of Leslie pounding him.

Odom's other hand caressed Nick's leg, right near where it rested on Leslie's shoulder. "For a man to shoot." He pulled out, until just his head was parked inside. "Not your throat." He rammed inside, then pulled back again. "Not your back...or chest." He slowly but firmly slid back in and withdrew again. "Your hole. You like getting bred in your ass, don't you."

"Uh huh." Nick nodded, panting. It's all he wanted right now. "Please."

"Mmmmm, a cute little cum dump. Don't worry..." His hands were all over Jonas' ass and legs as he picked up speed again, thrusting between the sexy thighs. "...Andy and me, we'll fill you up really good before you head home." Nick moaned long and hard in response, arching his back, wordlessly communicating how much he needed what Leslie wanted to give him. "Oh...you really like that idea." Leslie grinned as he started pounding again.

The more of a show Nick put on, the harder he got fucked, a lustful feedback cycle driving both men crazy. Nick's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a giant moan, spraying himself with another load of cum, his balls aching from the repeated milking they'd received within the past 24 hours.

Overcome with desire, Leslie dropped Nick's leg and leaned down, wrapping those cute legs around his waist as he brought his face to Nick's, their mouths smashing together, tongues wrestling as he continued pummeling Jonas' insides. With a loud grunt, his body tensed, every muscle flexing as he drove himself in one last time, breeding Nick's hole. It felt like he kept cumming and cumming, flooding the tight guts.

He collapsed on the bed next to Nick. With his eyes closed as he fought to recover his breath, Leslie felt the slim body crawl halfway onto his, a tight cuddle as lips found his, their bodies dissolving into one another. He reached down, cupping Nick's rear and pulling him even closer, his other hand coming up and stroking that sexy wavy hair, finding it plastered to Nick's scalp with sweat. He pulled back a little, planting little pecking kisses on Nick's lips, his jaw, his chin, feeling Nick's lips match the motions against his own face...and then their tongues were back at it, rubbing and licking, tasting one another. He squeezed that slim butt cheek, wanting more...but knowing it'd take a little bit of a rest before he was up for another round. `That's fine,' he thought, a big grin on his face. He didn't feel any hurry, perfectly content to lay here together.

~ ~ ~ PART FOUR - WEDNESDAY EARLY EVENING ~ ~ ~

Nick ambled down the hallway, in no particular hurry. He'd met up with Andy again for a workout, which had turned into a hot and heavy make-out session...which had led into another round of Andy's favorite workout. They'd started with a 69 on the weight bench and wound up with Nick on his back, legs straight up in the air, with Andy drilling into him fast and hard. Mientus had just dumped a load into him and pulled out when they heard his boyfriend enter the apartment, back from a trip to the grocery store. They'd quickly pulled their underwear and shorts back on - covered in sweat from their fuck-session, they were able to pretend that the workout was the reason that they'd shucked their shirts. Still lifting hand weights while Michael was talking, Nick struggled to switch back to `exercise mode' and maintain a conversation with Michael, amazed with the ease with which Andy spoke to his other half, as if it wasn't just a few minutes ago that he'd been balls-deep in Nick's hole, coating Jonas' guts with cum. Michael had invited Nick to dinner with them but Jonas had declined, claiming that he needed to get home to shower and rehearse lines for tomorrow's scenes...the idea of sitting at their diner table with them felt a little surreal at the moment.

Now he was making his way towards the elevator, feeling a mix of lingering horniness and relief at leaving the complicated situation with Andy and Michael. Well, not complicated for Andy,' he thought, a little chuckle rumbling out of his throat. Different strokes for diff - ` His thought was cut off as he heard his name.

"Hello, Nick." Bringing his attention back to the world around him, Jonas saw Raza Jaffrey stepping out of the elevator, waving in his direction. "What brings you back? Poker night isn't until Monday."

"Was just working out with Andy. But he and Michael are about to have dinner, so heading back to the hotel."

"Ah okay, that explains your clothing then." Nick looked down, realizing how much skin he was showing. He normally worked out in a t-shirt and long shorts but had picked out a tank top and short-shorts today, feeling a little flirtatious since he was going to be hanging out with Andy. He'd worn joggers on the subway trip over but hadn't switched back into them before leaving Mientus' place. "Cute look."

"Really? Thanks." His response was unsure, since he wasn't used to being complimented on his exercise gear.

"Very cute." Raza ran a finger along the shoulder strap of Nick's shirt. "Can see that you've been putting in a lot of work." Jaffrey's hand gave an appreciative pat to Nick's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm trying to get some different roles...not so much of the Disney boy band stuff anymore, so gotta look the part." Without thinking, Nick puffed up his chest and flexed his arms.

"Certainly not looking like a little Disney twink any longer." Raza cupped a hand on Nick's upper arm and slid it down, giving a little squeeze.

Between the motion and the word `twink', Nick became very aware that they were in the hallway. He glanced left and right, making sure that no one was around. "Thanks." He gave a nervous grin. "You're in pretty good shape yourself."

"You would know. Poker night was...rather fun." Raza had moved in closer, his body just a few inches away from Nick's. Jonas felt his pulse increase as a result, desiring for Jaffrey to touch him...and at the same time, wanting some space between them. He looked around the hallway again. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm?"

"You look nervous."

"I, um...just..." Nick looked left and right again. Raza rested his hand on the wall behind Nick's head, leaning in even closer. Jonas spoke again, his voice hushed and urgent. "Raza, anyone could walk by and..."

"And see us talking?"

"Yeah. I mean, no...not the talking part. But..." He looked down Jaffrey's body and back up.

"Oh, the `friendly' chatting." Raza winked, his grin growing.

"Yeah, that." Nick swallowed as Jaffrey moved in even closer, his lips grazing Jonas' ear. "Well, Mister Jonas, we could always - " The elevator dinged, prompting Raza to remove his hand from the wall and take a step back. The doors opened and one of the "Smash" actresses emerged, waving as she walked past the pair on her way to her apartment. As her door closed, Raza moved back in, speaking quietly into Nick's ear. "We could go back to my place. You did say you haven't eaten yet, correct?"

"I...no, I haven't."

"You must be hungry, then. Especially after working out."

Raza's breath on his ear and his proximity was causing Nick's hormones to race. He could feel his shorts starting to tent - if anyone else showed up in the hallway... Raza's apartment, already very intriguing, now felt very inviting. "I, um...I am hungry, yeah."

"Good. So am I." Raza's lips grazed the edge of Nick's ear. "Famished, really." He could hear Nick gulp as the younger man swallowed nervously. "Let's get out of the hallway, shall we?" He stepped back and away, heading towards his apartment, hearing Nick's footsteps quickly following behind. Reaching his door, he opened it and allowed Nick to enter first, noting the way that the young stud's shorts were pointing the way. Stepping into his apartment, Raza closed the door, dropping his keys onto the entryway table and freeing his hands, which wrapped around Nick's body, holding the twink close. His mouth came down against Nick's neck, nuzzling it, his own hardening bulge rubbing against the perky butt, noting the way Jonas was grinding back against him.

Raza's mouth worked against the flesh and taut muscles of Nick's neck and shoulder, tasting the sweat from his workout. Nick moaned at Jaffrey's touch. "Told you I was famished," he murmured as he ran his tongue along Nick's neck, his hands kneading the muscles of the slim torso, earning another moan. One of Nick's hands reached up and back, fingers digging into Jaffrey's hair, encouraging his efforts. Raza's hands wandered down, groping at Nick's body, re-exploring familiar territory. Reaching the bottom of Nick's tank top, he plucked at the cotton fabric and pulled up, slowly removing it and exposing more of his new lover's skin, dropping the shirt to the floor. His fingers slowly slid around as their bodies ground together, finally running into Nick's nipples, the nubs hard as steel, the slim chest rising and falling with heavy breath. Raza's fingers came together and tugged, lightly, earning another soft cooing sound.

"Harder..."

Raza blinked, smirking a little, noting the change in Nick's demeanor. He'd been more demure last time, hungry but quiet (well, except for the loud moaning when Raza was inside of him). The request was something new. Unaware of Nick's exploration of his alter-ego with Odom, Raza assumed that Jonas was more comfortable after their last tryst, opening up more. Which was what the young stud was doing literally, leaning his body against Raza's and spreading his legs a bit, enjoying the way Jaffrey's palm was sliding around the inside of his thigh, moving up and cupping the large bulge in Nick's shorts.

"Mmm, what's this?"

"Dinner?" Nick grinned, feeling more cocky as "Naughty Nick" took hold.

Jaffrey gave the hard lump a good squeeze. "Feels like dinner and dessert." His teeth nipped at Nick's ear. Raza's fingers slid under the waistband of NIck's shorts, moving the nylon fabric down, until the shorts fell to the floor, leaving Nick in just a jockstrap. "Well hello hello..." Jaffrey purred as his fingers played at the cotton pouch, feeling the thick rod threatening to burst through the mesh fabric. His other hand was still at Nick's chest, continuing to tease his nipples, enjoying the way Nick's moans were getting louder, a delicious hungry whining sound rolling from his throat.

Jaffrey's hand left Nick's chest, his other keeping a light but steady grip on Jonas' jock, pinning their bodies together. Nick felt the other man's knuckles against his backside...and then Raza's shirt was on the ground, his pants soon following. The mouth at his neck redoubled its efforts, until he could hear his heart beating in his ears. Despite just having just been fucked by Mientus, Nick found himself drooling at the idea of Raza taking him now...or maybe it was because he'd just been bred that he was hungry for more. Reaching back, Nick pawed at Raza's underwear, feeling it slide away and a hard pole pressing against his rear.

"The lube is in the bedroom."

Nick made a whining sound of impatience. "Here...now..."

Raza's palm was back on Nick's chest and was amazed by how hot the twink's flesh felt. Nick's heart was hammering in his chest and he was grinding his butt back fervently. "It'll just be spit and determination."

"That's fine."

"Your call." Raza spat into his hand and reached down, rubbing it over his head and shaft. After another coating, he placed his tip at Nick's entrance and pushed forward, spearing the tight hole and sliding in. With his cock embedded in Jonas' rear, his hands were free again. One continued teasing the throbbing bulge, still trapped in the jock; the other hand wandered around Nick's body, caressing the stud's lean body, teasing his nipples, groping his chest, running along the faint etches of Nick's developing abs, fingers sliding along the hairy thighs. Meanwhile, Nick was wriggling like he was in heat, grinding his body back against Raza's, moaning little words of encouragement. One hand was still pulled back and stroking Raza's hair...the other had reached back and gripped Raza's ass, tugging it forward, wanting his hips to move harder and faster.

Instead, Jaffrey took his time. He pushed gently on Nick's shoulder, bending the young hunk forward, enjoying the sight of his meat sliding in and out between those cute cheeks. Noticing something, he brought his hand down as his cock slid out, fingering his shaft and the edge of Nick's hole. Either he was already lubed up, or...' Raza smirked. He was coming from Andy's. Of course...'

Pulling Nick back up against his chest, Raza finally pulled the singer's cock free, feeling it firm up more in his grasp. As much as he wanted to pound away, his goal was to savor this fine tight ass, not knowing when he'd cross paths with Nick again. His thumb swirled around the head, his fingers gliding up and down the girthy member, listening to Jonas' moans get louder and more urgent. At last, Nick's body quivered, his breath hitching, as he exploded in Raza's grip, his seed spilling out over the other man's fingers. Spent, he slumped a little, resting against the "Smash" actor's body for support.

Jaffrey brought his hand up and began licking his fingers clean, noticing that Nick turned his head to watch.

"How do I taste?"

"Mmmm. Sweet. Very sweet. Not surprisingly."

"Yeah? Thanks."

"No, thank you. I enjoy our time together." He brought his fingers to Nick's lips and paused, watching and waiting. Nick's tongue snaked out and began sliding between Raza's fingers...and then he opened his lips further apart and wrapped them around the pointer and middle finger, sucking them clean. The sight spurred Raza on, listening to Nick moan around the digits in his mouth while Jaffrey's dick drilled into him. Pulling his fingers away, he pressed his lips to Nick's, his tongue sliding in, tasting Jonas' juices. It was the trigger that pushed him over the edge. Groaning, he began shooting deep inside, breeding his insides, feeling Nick's tunnel clench around his shaft, milking him.

He pulled out and the pair made their way towards the couch, still kissing, hands groping one another. Nick seemed to take the lead, turning Raza so that his back was to the couch and having him sit...and then Nick was straddling his lap, those cute lips pecking away at Jaffrey's neck and shoulder, making happy little murmuring sounds, causing Raza to smile. His hands slowly worked their way down Nick's back, enjoying a little more exploration, until his palms were resting on those perky buns, staying there and squeezing them, looking forward to another round of sliding in between them.

By the sound of it, Nick was eager for more as well. Raza gently pushed Nick back so that he could get a good look at the young stud sitting in his lap, taking in the sight of his toned muscles. With a twinkle in his eye, Jonas took Raza's hand, the one that had been stroking his meat, and brought it to his face, sucking on two of the fingers. Jaffrey rested his other hand against Nick's chest, petting up and down his torso, noting the way that Nick responded by sucking harder, his hips grinding down, silently telegraphing his desires.

"Ready for more?"

"Mmmhmm." Nick released the fingers from his lips for just a moment. "Need you inside me."

"Oooh, there's that word again." Jonas responded by lifting one eyebrow as a question, his mouth busy on Raza's fingers. "Not want'. Need'..." He grinned as Nick nodded, his lips stretching into a smile as they still suckled on the thick digits. "Why don't you show me what you `need', Mister Jonas?"

Nick continued working his mouth on Raza's fingers, weighing how to respond to his friend's question. His instinct was to reach down and grasp the other man's meat and sit on it. `Naw, too basic,' he thought. As his fingers grazed along Raza's chest, he felt like he wanted to do something extra, realizing that Jaffrey had him feeling a certain kind of way...combined with his hormones flooding his system from frequent sex. He closed his eyes, relaxing and letting his other personality come out to play. Ideas rolled through his mind, intrigued but discarded...and then he settled on one, his smile growing larger. Opening his eyes again, he winked as he let Raza's fingers slide out from between his lips and he climbed up out of his lap. Aware of Raza's gaze on his backside, Nick sauntered into the bedroom, climbing up onto the bed, settling on all fours with his butt sticking up in the air. Looking down, he could see clearly into the other room, finding Raza reclined on the couch, slowly stroking himself...which meant that the actor had a good view of Jonas' exposed rear. As if to make his point, Nick shifted his knees a few inches farther apart, a silent invitation.

"Oooh..." Raza stood up and slowly strode into the bedroom, getting up onto the bed and resting upright on his knees, his hand caressing Nick's butt. "Here..." He turned Nick to the side, so that he was facing the side of the bed instead of the headboard, which lined them up with the mirror hanging on Raza's closet door. Nick grinned, lowering his shoulders and arching his back. When he felt Raza's stiff rod tapping at his crack, he let out a little purr, moving his legs wider apart.

Raza reached down, running his thumb downward, in between Nick's cheeks, finding the knot of flesh that marked Nick's entrance and moved in a slow circle, teasing him. He pressed right below the hole, watching as cum emerged, wondering with amusement how much was his and how much was Andy's. "Earlier by the door..."

"That was really hot."

Jaffrey nodded. "It was. Just curious, though. When I pulled out, I thought I saw cum on my dick?" He looked up into the mirror, noting the way that Nick's cheeks quickly went red, his cocky persona melting away.

"Um..."

"You're a good actor, but a bad liar, Mister Jonas." Raza's other hand squeezed Nick's rear. "And I'm not judging. It's actually rather hot, the idea of Nick Jonas being a little tramp, some hunk's cock breeding you right before I get my way with you too."

"Um, yeah..."

"Yes, you're a tramp? Or yes, someone else creamed your guts this evening?"

Nick's cheeks somehow went a deeper shade of red, the pink hue running down his neck as well. He swallowed, trying to force `Naughty Nick' back to the surface. He looked over his shoulder instead of in the mirror. "Someone else, um..."

"Bred you?"

"Yeah."

"That's incredibly hot."

"It is?" NIck turned his attention back to the mirror, trying to study Raza's face.

"Indeed. Nick Jonas, a little tramp, working his way up and down the hallway, one stud after another using this cute little ass of yours." His thumb slid inside, earning a little moan from the other man. "And I get to finish it off for the night." He withdrew his thumb, pushing two fingers inside. "Can I hear you say it for me?"

"Finish me off for the night." Nick let the words out as a lustful purr.

"No. That you're a tramp."

Nick looked back up into the mirror, locking eyes with Raza. Jaffrey was intrigued, watching as confidence flowed back into the younger man's features, the corner of his mouth curling up in a cocky manner. "I'm...I'm a little tramp."

"My little tramp." His other hand gave a stronger squeeze, appreciating the toned muscle.

"I'm a little tramp for you."

"So, my cute little tramp..." He heard Nick's breathing hitch as he found his prostate and played with it. "Who's cum was on my cock?"

"Um...." Nick was reluctant to kiss and tell.

"It's alright. The guys on set are all one happy, close-knit group. Whoever it was, I've probably fooled around with them too."

"Um, Andy."

"Ooh, and Michael? Actually, probably not the boyfriend." He noted Nick shaking his head. "Silly Andy, still playing that little game. Anyone else?"

"Uh, Leslie."

"Niiiice. Beautiful piece of meat he's got. I bet that felt good?" An enthusiastic nod from Nick. "Excellent choices, Mister Jonas. Anyone else?" A shake of the other man's head. He pulled his fingers out, jamming his cock in between Nick's cheeks, rubbing his meat up and down. "If you'd like, I can suggest a few other guys later that you might want to play with. Or..." He grinned devilishly, savoring an idea. "...or, I could call them up this evening. We could have a hot wonderful night, my little tramp taking one of us at a time, one after the other, filling up this hungry hole of yours."

Nick blinked rapidly, trying to process the idea. He couldn't deny that it was incredibly hot - part of him wanted to say yes. But...he pushed back on the idea out of instinct, unsure of himself. "Umm..."

"No. That's okay, I like the idea of having you all to myself."

Raza turned Nick over onto his back, spreading his legs and pulling Jonas closer. He pushed inside, burying himself in one slow thrust. They took their time, the sense of fervent sexual urgency satisfied by their tryst near the door. Their hips rolled slowly, meeting each other's movements, in no hurry to get off, enjoying one another's bodies. Nick's hungry moans from earlier were replaced with long satisfied purring sounds, his hands nestled behind his head as he lay on the bed. Jaffrey's palms slid up and down Nick's thighs, occasionally petting his stomach or chest, savoring the tight grip of Nick's tunnel as his shaft slid in and out.

Raza's eyes took in the sight of Nick's body slowly gyrating, taking and giving pleasure.

"Mmm, look at you, a little prince among studs."

Nick grinned, one eyebrow raising up. "I thought I was a little tramp?"

"Ha - you are. But you're also my handsome little prince." He gave the hairy thighs a gentle squeeze.

"Hmm. Does that make you the king then?"

"Maybe." Raza didn't say anything more, leaving the ideas hanging silently in the air.

Nick moved his hips, pulling himself off of Raza's cock. Rising up onto his knees, he gave Jaffrey a kiss and then gently pushed him back, so that the other man was laying down. Nick straddled his waist, sitting down with a big grin. "If I'm a prince, where's my throne?"

Jaffrey chuckled, bucking his hips up. "You're sitting on it."

"Ooooh. I like my throne..." He leaned down, planting a kiss on Raza's lips. "...my king."

Jaffrey's hands found Nick's hips, grasping at his legs and ass, not sure which part was his favorite. `Hell, I like all of Nick's parts,' he thought to himself with amusement. "Mmmmm, my handsome prince."

"Handsome tramp prince."

"All of that." He licked at Nick's nose. "Show me what a tramp you are."

"Well, I have to sit on my throne first." Nick grinned as he took hold of Raza's dick and impaled himself on it. Joans enjoyed the feeling of the actor's hands on his body as he rode his meat, his own hands clutching at Jaffrey's chest. He felt Raza's hands on his wrists, pushing him back and upright.

"Put your hands behind your head again...?" Raza was the one purring now as he watched the muscles of Nick's torso stretch, his elbows out to the side, fingers laced behind his own scalp. "Yes, just like that."

Nick leaned into the role, moaning, telling Raza how good he felt inside, the words coming out easier now. Raza enjoyed the show, encouraging it by stroking Nick's cock the more the little hunk displayed this sluttier side. He enjoyed it even more when Nick's eyes rolled back in his head, biting his lower lip as his body tightened up. The singer's cock swelled up and then began shooting ropes of cum across Raza's chest and stomach.

Jaffrey pulled him down, their mouths mashing together. One palm planted firmly on Nick's lower back, the other caressing his shoulder and arm as he drilled upward. "I love watching my prince get off - it's so hot watching you cum."

"Ohhhh...." NIck was moaning again, hungry for what Raza was giving him. "My king..."

"Yes, my prince?" Raza's mouth was on his neck, earning more whining purring sounds.

"I...I need it."

"Need what? What my little prince asks for, he gets."

"I need...I need your...your cum."

"Where?" Raza was trying to hold back, feeling his balls boil. "Your face? Your chest? Your back? Where do you want it?" The words came out as a husky moan. `I bet he looks amazing with a face full of cum,' he thought, feeling his nuts threaten to release before he wanted.

"Inside me." Nick clenched his hole, squeezing Raza's shaft.

"Your wish is my..." Raza couldn't finish the sentence. He thrust up one last time and then began pumping his juices into Nick's guts.

The young stud's face was buried into the crook of his neck, moaning. "Oh my god, breed me, my kiiiiiing." Nick was clenching his ass again and again, milking the cock that was giving him exactly what he wanted. As Raza's orgasm crested and then subsided, he found Nick's lips once more, feeling an intense desire to kiss the singer and never stop. Sex turned into cuddling as Raza pulled out and rolled them over onto their sides, fingers stroking along each other's bodies.

"Would you like to spend the night here?"

"I'd love that." Nick's smile was big and warm, his face glowing.

"Mmmm, me too." He pulled Nick closer, their bodies touching chest to thigh. Kisses gave way to petting...and soon they were both blissfully asleep.

~ ~ ~ PART FIVE - THURSDAY NIGHT ~ ~ ~

"You're having a good time?"

"Yes, Kevin." Nick smiled as he held the phone to his ear. The sound of his brother's voice was always soothing. "Everyone's been really friendly...and helpful with tips about acting and the industry and everything. It's been great. I'm having a really great time." HIs smile grew as he thought about the fun he'd been having off the set, with Andy, Leslie, and especially Raza - although there was no way he'd talk to Kevin or Joe or the rest of his family about any of that.

"Alright, glad to hear it. Anyone messes with my little Nicky, you let me know. I'll fly out there and straighten them out." Nick rolled his eyes, still grinning. Kevin was kidding...mostly. His `protective big brother' attitude had the intended effect of making Nick feel loved and cared for and it was one of the reasons NIck had always looked up to his oldest brother. "When do you get back?"

"Oh, I fly back on Sunday night."

"Sunday? Huh...thought it was tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yeah, it was." The words came out quickly, faster than he normally spoke. Nick never quite felt comfortable lying to Kevin. Joe on the other hand...Joe was such a prankster and gave him so much shit over the years...it was easier lying to Joe. But Kevin... Nick shook his head. Heck, even the difference in the way the two older brothers called him `Nicky' - with Kevin, it was endearing but with Joe it was irritating. "My flight was supposed to be Friday but I'm having so much fun here and there's some stuff in the city I want to check out, so I changed it to late on Sunday." In reality, he'd changed it so that he could spend more time with the guys. Well, a guy...

"Cool. I'll check but should still be able to swing by and pick you up from the airport. I don't think I'm doing anything Sunday night. Just text me with the flight info."

"Yes sir." Nick's grin grew, knowing that Kevin was rolling his eyes and probably wrinkling up his nose.

"Whatever, NICKY."

"Eww, you sound like Joe." Laughter rang out from both sides of the phone call. Wrapping it up, Nick said goodnight and ended the call.

A few minutes later, the phone made a chiming noise. Picking it up, Nick saw a notification for a text message from Raza. The little digital banner on his screen brought a smile to his face. They'd woken up in the middle of the night, spooning together with Raza's arms wrapped around Nick's chest...and something prodding him in the back. That something was soon inside as Raza took him from behind, slowly, neither one of them in a hurry. After Jaffrey had put another load in him and Nick had made a mess of the sheets, they'd dozed off again. Sunlight coming through the window had woken them up again and they'd decided to snack on each other before breakfast. Grinning, and with his underwear feeling a little tighter, Nick tapped the screen.

[Raza] Sorry again about tonight.

[Nick] No worries - family is important. :)

Jaffrey had apologized yesterday and then again this morning - he had family coming in to visit, so wasn't able to hang out with NIck after filming today...which was why Nick was at his hotel room. He'd thought about meeting up with Andy or Leslie, but decided that after the long week, it'd be good to actually get some rest for a change.

[Raza] Glad you feel that way. So, they're just here for today and leave tomorrow morning. Want to get together for lunch?

[Nick] Sounds good!

[Raza] And then dessert? >:)

[Nick] How about dessert and then lunch? ;)

[Raza] I like the way you think. Want to invite Leslie?

[Nick] For lunch or for dessert...?

[Raza] Either, or both. Depends on you. :)

Nick ran his thumb across his lips, eyebrows furrowed a bit, thinking. After breakfast, they'd gone back to the bedroom. This time, their little romp wasn't slow and easy like in the middle of the night - they were both eager and hungry for one another. They'd started with Nick on his back, his butt near the edge of the bed, with Raza standing and using the muscles of his legs to drill into Jonas' hole. At some point, Nick had been flipped over and taken doggy-style. Staring at each other in the mirror as they'd fucked, Raza had begun teasing Nick about his tramp-ish tendencies, describing in detail how fun it could be to share his `little prince' with his cast mates - Andy, Leslie, Philip Spaeth, Jaime Cepero... He knew another friend, Jeremy Jordan, who was going to appear next season and they could invite him in on the fun. Nick lost himself in the idea of Raza's fantasy, the cast and crew of "Smash" lined up, taking turns on his ass, one after the other. He couldn't deny that the idea made his toes curl, intrigued and turned on. At the same time, he just couldn't bring himself to agree to more than a threesome with Leslie or Andy. "Maaaaybe both of them," he'd said as a compromise, comfortable with both of those two cast mates, surprising himself. The idea of a foursome had turned Raza on - he'd pulled Nick off of the bed, so that Jonas was resting his arms on the mattress but with his feet on the floor, spread far apart, arching his back and pushing his hips up into the air to give Jaffrey better access to thrust in deeper. Having already pumped a few loads into Nick's ass, they went for something different and Nick eventually found his face painted with Raza's cream...followed by a couple of fingers buried in his ass and an eager mouth bobbing up and down his pole, until Nick was feeding Raza a little something extra for breakfast. On their way to the set, Nick had asked about the orgy idea, unable to shake it from his mind despite not being up for it.

"I just...it's hot. But I'm trying to be taken seriously as an actor and, I don't know, I feel like then the guys will just see me as a piece of meat instead of as an actor. Does that make sense?"

"It does." Jaffrey had grinned as he reached over and ruffled Nick's hair, a gesture of affection that looked innocent enough around others. "Being a cute little tramp is one thing...but being seen as a whore is something else."

Nick had winced at the word `whore', realizing that Raza was completely right. He found that he didn't mind having some fun on the side with work, but he didn't want people to see him and immediately think about how they were going to get his clothes off. Nick was trying to build up his career and didn't want something like that to get in the way. He'd heard stories about actors whose careers had been derailed because they were seen more as a sexy little plaything for directors and producers instead of being seen as real actors.

"Mmm, yes, you're right." Raza mused, nodding in agreement. "Ryan Phillippe, for example."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh yes. Remember how he was doing so good with a string of hit movies but then seemed to fade away? That cute...actually very cute butt of his got passed around like a joint at one of Andy's parties. No one really took him seriously after that. So you have a good point...although I'm not going to lie, a little Nick Jonas gangbang still sounds sexy as hell." The devilish wink he'd flashed at Nick had sent them both into a fit of giggles.

[Nick] I'm good with both. Maybe Andy too, if you want.

[Raza] Ooh, I'll check. With him, it depends on if MIchael is around. It's a silly game he's playing. I'm not sure if he knows that Michael knows but pretends otherwise out of amusement, but that's a whole different conversation.

[Nick] Tomorrow then. Looking forward to it!

[Raza] Good night, my little prince. Sweet dreams.

[Nick] Good night, my king.

Staring at the phone, Nick hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering above the glass. Chewing his bottom lip, he tapped the X and O button a couple of times and then hit send. As he was setting his phone back on the nightstand, it chimed again. Opening it, he saw that Raza had sent a picture, his head nestled against the pillow, eyes closed, a smile on his face.

Grinning, Nick held the phone up and took a selfie of himself laying in bed. Changing his mind, he deleted it. His shirt came off, tossed to the side and he went to retake the photo. Looking at the screen, he still wanted something extra, wanting to tease Raza. His grin grew wider as he pushed the sheets down, all the way to his waist, putting his entire upper body on display. His free hand went behind his head, putting his arm and pit on display, knowing already how much Raza liked that. There was no way he was going to be able to pretend at sleeping, so he just looked into the camera, a big smile on his face as he hit the shutter button. Satisfied, he hit the send button. Moments later, he got a devil and kiss emoji together in response.

[Raza] Now THAT is a sweet dream. xoxo

Plugging his phone in to charge, Nick left his shirt off and cuddled up with his pillow. A few minutes later, he was deep asleep, still smiling.

~ THE END ~

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