Nick Jonas and Taylor

Taylor wanders through the throng, hands tucked into his pockets as he
looks for someone to hang with. He spots a few familiar faces, but most
seem to have already split off into impenetrable cliques.

Taylor's passing through the ridiculously ornate living room when he hears
a familiar voice, just behind him. He turns and finds Nick Jonas facing
down a couple of older ladies in business suits.

"I'm sorry, that's not something I'm willing to discuss. If you aren't
interested in cleared topics, perhaps you should move on." Nick's voice is
soft, but there's a coldness, a determination about him that makes one of
the women literally take a step back.

Taylor's caught. He's never met Nick, but he's heard an earful about the
kid from Selena, and none of it good. Taylor believes in reserving
judgment, but it's difficult when you know so much.  He's reluctantly
impressed though as he observes Nick calmly and politely check the
aggressive execs from Seventeen Magazine, again and again.

One lady leaves and comes back with a couple of glasses of punch. She hands
one to Nick and then thanks him for his time, thanks him for attending. She
swivels on her heel and Taylor realizes he's been spotted as both ladies
move towards him.

"Taylor, dear! Hello and welcome. I'm Alexandra Pittenson, editor-in-chief
for Seventeen, and this is Sandy Edwards, head of production design for our
website," Alexandra pauses, but before Taylor can respond, she runs a hand
down his chest and says, "Oh! This is the suit you wore on the Tonight
Show, isn't it? Excellent choice."

"I- T-thank you," Taylor stutters, embarrassed and flustered. He left his
bodyguard outside, thinking he'd have no need for security inside the
party...possibly, that was a mistake.

"Taylor, hi!"

All three of them turn to Nick, who's just sort of shoved himself into
their little circle, between Taylor and his assailants.

Nick offers the ladies a closed-mouthed smile and says, "I'm sorry, but I
just remembered something really important I need to ask Taylor."

He doesn't wait for their permission, he just takes Taylor's elbow and
pulls him into the next room.

Once they're out of sight, Taylor laughs and clamps a hand onto Nick's
shoulder.

"Wow. Thank you, man!"

Nick offers him a crooked grin and shrugs. "I've been there...though I
can't believe she actually groped you."

"Women are...well, I've been learning a lot about them since New Moon came
out. They can be pretty wild."

"Oh? What's changed since your movie came out?" Clearly Nick hasn't seen
it.

Taylor starts to tell him about all the shirtless-ness, but Nick abruptly
holds up his drink.

"Here, I can't drink it."

"Why not?" Taylor takes the punch a little warily.

"I'm pretty sure it's got sugar and I'm diabetic," Nick explains. "I'm
sorry, you were saying?"



Taylor's not sure how long they've been talking when it hits. His eyelids
go heavy and his skin starts to feel tight, overhot. Nick is going on
excitedly about a softball team he started over the summer, and Taylor
can't look away from his mouth. Nick's a crooked-talker, which is adorable,
and he's got these full, almost red lips that look really soft.

Without thinking, Taylor cups Nick's cheek, brushes his thumb across Nick's
open mouth.

Nick recoils and knocks Taylor's hand away, but even feeling all weird and
spaced out, Taylor's able to catch Nick's wrist. He twists it behind Nick's
back and pins Nick to the wall.

"Mnnn," he hums, face pressed to Nick's soft curls. They smell good. Nick
smells good and he's slender but solid under Taylor, which is nice.

"Taylor...Taylor!" Nick's urgent tone finally pierces the fog around
Taylor's mind.

He pulls back, looks Nick in the eye and releases Nick immediately when he
sees that the other boy's actually scared.

"Sorry, sorry," he slurs, frowning in confusion.

He doesn't know what came over him. He tries to straighten Nick's suit
jacket, but Nick moves to the side, away from Taylor, hands raised.

"It's fine, really." Nick's using this soothing voice, but Taylor knows he
messed up.

He stumbles forward and presses his face to the wall, and wow, that feels

good; the wall is so cool.

"Hey, Taylor. Taylor? Are you all right, man?"

Nick's there again, at his elbow, so Taylor forces his eyes open. He blinks
blearily at Nick as Nick frowns at him, obviously worried.

"Hmm?" Taylor prompts.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good."

Nick lifts a soft, dry palm to Taylor's cheek and Taylor sighs, "Nick,
you're so sweet. Not like Selena said."

"Is everything all right?" Some lady asks from behind Taylor.

He's too lazy to turn around and see who it is. Instead he watches Nick as
Nick talks to her.  "I don't know. Can you call a doctor? I think he's
sick."

"Oh no! I hope not, but...yes, of course I'll call someone. Why don't you
take him to one of the bedrooms? The third one on the left, down that
hallway. I'll have the doctor meet you there."

Nick nods at her and wedges himself under Taylor's arm, one hand tight on
Taylor's waist.

Taylor leans on him heavily as they make their way down the hall. He could
probably walk fine on his own, but he likes having Nick so close, likes
touching Nick.

When they reach their destination, Nick pushes him back onto the bed, but
Taylor pulls Nick down on top of him.

"Hahaha. Okay, let me up. Now." Nick's probably not kidding, but Taylor
can't let him go.

Taylor gets a hand on Nick's ass and pushes, grinding Nick against his
erection.

"Whoah!" Nick starts fighting in earnest and Taylor flips them, pins Nick
so easily.

He's got Nick's wrists twisted behind his back again, so Nick's arched up
into him, staring at Taylor through narrowed eyes. His mouth is open on
harsh, panting breaths and his cheeks are red, curls falling loose around
his face, perfect skin all sweaty-sparkly.

"You- Didn choo kiss Slena on the firs date?"

"Are you drunk? No, you only had--" Nick's brows draw together and he cocks
his head, like he's thinking, then his eyes go wide. "That drink! There was
something in the drink I gave you."

Taylor doesn't really care, he just wants Nick's mouth. On his. Right now.




Nick feels terrible. He'd just been trying to help Taylor--save him from
the vultures--and now Taylor's drugged, and it's all Nick's fault. So, when
Taylor kisses him, Nick lets it happen.  Maybe if Nick doesn't fight, just
lies back, Taylor will lose interest and just fall asleep. He looks sleepy,
but his dick is hard, a thick line of heat digging into Nick's hip.

Nick closes his eyes and breathes through his nose as Taylor licks and
bites his lips, breath smelling of fruit punch. He's trying to shift his
weight off his wrists when he hears the door open.

Oh, thank God, he thinks as Ms. Pittenson and a swarthy, doctor-looking man
enter. They pause just inside the door, shock clear on their faces, and
Nick tears his mouth free.

"Get him off, please," Nick begs, closing his eyes again as Taylor groans
and ruts into him.

"Oh my!" Ms. Pittenson exclaims, just before Nick feels Taylor pulled away.

"Oh, c'mon. L've us'lone," Taylor whines, hands hard on Nick's
wrists. "Jus- just wan'im to suck me."

Nick's face is on fire, or at least, that's how it feels. He can't look at
anyone as they pry Taylor completely off him. Nick jumps to his feet once
he's free and Taylor faceplants onto the bed, groaning theatrically about
how all he wants is Nick's mouth, why can't he have it?

Nick starts to back out of the room, but the doctor straightens up and
motions Nick closer.

"Keep an eye on him, while I check Nick," the doctor tells Ms. Pittenson,
who's sitting beside Taylor, stroking his back.

Nick frowns at both of them and follows the doctor over to the dressing
table.  "Doctor?" Nick prompts.

"Carbonell," the man offers, taking a syringe out of his bag.

"I'm fine, really, but..." Nick puts his back to the bed and whispers, "I
don't know if Ms.  Pittenson can be trusted to watch Taylor."

The doctor raises his eyebrows and glances over at Ms Pittenson. "Oh, and
why not? She seems genuinely concerned for him- oh!"

Nick turns, alarmed by the doctor's change of expression, and Carbonell
wraps an arm around Nick's chest, trapping Nick to him, Nick's arms pinned
at his side.

"Shouldn't have given him your drink, Nick. You just made things a lot more
difficult than they had to be."

"What? You...what's going on here?" Nick struggles, but he can't break the
doctor's hold either.  He hates being small.

"Stay still, or you're really going to get hurt." There's enough menace in
Carbonell's tone to make Nick freeze up. "Good boy," he mutters, just
before Nick feels a sharp prick at his neck.

The drug hits Nick much faster, having been injected straight into his
bloodstream, and Nick droops in the doctor's arms. He can't focus, can't
make sense of what's happening. He's vaguely aware of being stripped
down--the cool air on his skin feels nice--and laid out on something soft.

"Nick...pretty Nick," someone whispers, mouth hot on Nick's cheek.

Nick forces his eyes open and sees Taylor's flushed face close to his.

"Hey," Nick drawls, smiling, happy that it's Taylor touching him and not
the lady or scary doctor.

"Oh," Taylor says, eyes heavy on Nick's mouth. He shifts, moving to cover
Nick completely, and Nick groans. He can't help it; he's never been
all-the-way naked with someone before. He can't believe how good it
feels. Taylor's skin is hot, like Nick's, and smooth, though he's a little
hairier than Nick.

"Taylor," he breathes, wrapping his arms around Taylor and arching into the
bigger boy, legs spread to cradle Taylor's hips.

"Nhhh--" Taylor takes his mouth again and this time Nick opens to him
eagerly.

Nick's head spins and his dick aches, trapped low against his belly as
Taylor ruts against him. He kneads at the taut, shifting muscle in Taylor's
back, sucks on Taylor's tongue and rocks up into Taylor's thrusts. They're
both sweaty and shaking, and Nick wonders if Taylor's ever done this
before.

Taylor breaks the kiss, dragging his mouth down across Nick's jaw and
throat before he sits up.  He's flushed, chest heaving as looks down at
Nick, thumbing Nick's moles and touching Nick's sweat-damp curls.

"What?" Nick asks, not understanding why Taylor had to go so far away.

Taylor shrugs and smooths his palms down Nick's chest, pausing at Nick's
belly. It's pretty flat when Nick's on his back, but the skin there is
still softer than most of the rest of Nick. Taylor's touch is too much,
feels too good. Nick gasps and digs his head back into the pillow, reaching
for his dick.

Taylor makes a displeased little sound and Nick looks down at him.

Taylor knocks Nick's hand aside and grips his dick, starts working Nick
with strong, hard pulls, and Nick fists the sheets, loses himself in all
that good feeling. He starts talking, all these ridiculous words pouring
out of him as Taylor milks his dick.




"S'perfect, 'mazing...Taylor, nghhh--" Nick fucks his pink dick into
Taylor's hand, and as Taylor starts to come back to himself, it's easy to
tell just how far gone Nick is. "N'ver had a guy- oh, do this. S'much
better."

Nick's gasping little confessions are killing Taylor. He knows he should
stop, but he's never been with a guy like this and Nick--sweaty and flushed
and wild under him--Nick is doing more for him than any girl ever has. He's
heard so much about Nick Jonas being a control freak, it's completely
mind-blowing to see Nick fall apart this way.

So Taylor drops down and pins Nick's slender, pale hips, lifts Nick's dick
and drags his tongue over the tip.

"Ah!" Nick cries out, his whole body jerking with the shock of it, and
Taylor tastes him again, amazed by Nick's responsiveness.

He traps Nick's leg between his thighs, rubbing his erection against Nick
as he sucks the head of Nick's dick into his mouth. Nick sounds like he's
crying, whimpers shaking his frame as he clutches any bit of Taylor he can
reach. Taylor closes his eyes, wincing when Nick pulls his hair a little
too hard. He doesn't stop though, just works a bit more of Nick past his
lips. Taylor runs his tongue around the shaft, licking curiously at the
salty, sweaty flesh, breathing hard through his nose. Taylor's as wrecked
as Nick, his dick jerking and spurting pre-come--marking Nick's thigh,
balls dragging heavy and hot over Nick's knee--as Taylor rides him.

Nick stops all of the sudden--stops breathing, stops moving--and the next
thing Taylor knows his mouth is flooded with spunk. He chokes and pulls
off, and Nick lets out a great gasp as he finishes, losing his load in hard
pulses against Taylor's face. Taylor wipes it from his eyes and raises up,
wrapping his spunk-covered hand around his aching dick. He starts to jerk
himself, desperate to come, but Nick sits up--panting,
barely-recovered--and gestures Taylor further up the bed.

"C'mere," Nick mutters, tugging at Taylor and then pushing him onto his
back.

Taylor flops back shakily and opens his legs, biting his lip as Nick rolls
atop him and then slides down, putting his sweet mouth right on Taylor.

"Ohhhh," Taylor moans, breath hitching as he watches Nick Jonas suck
him. He clutches Nick's curls and Nick glances up. "Oh God," he whines,
dropping his head back as his balls draw up and his orgasm hits like a
punch to the gut, almost too hard to be good.
Just because I love Logan
Taylor wakes when a beam of sunlight hits his eyes, finds himself in a
strange bed, wrapped up in someone else. They're both sweaty and sort of
stuck together, and the other person is definitely a guy; he's spooning
Taylor, dick nestled right up against Taylor's ass. Taylor's heart starts
to race. His head is pounding and his mouth is dry, a thick, sour taste on
his tongue.

He tries to work himself free without disturbing the other guy, but it's
impossible and just as he slides to the floor he hears a groan.

He kneels next to the bed and lifts his head, meeting Nick Jonas' bleary
but horrified gaze.

Nick pushes himself up and Taylor just stares. He does not know how they
got here, but Nick's all soft and unguarded, naked. Pale, smooth skin
peppered with moles and freckles, curls a mess, cheeks flushed from sleep.

He licks his lips and croaks, "What happened?" He looks around the strange
room. "How did I get here?" He meets Taylor's gaze again and his voice
drops to a whisper. "What did we do?"

Taylor shakes his head. "I have no idea."

Nick drops his gaze and suddenly seems to become aware of his own
nakedness.

He scrambles for the sheet, covering himself before he stands, muttering
something about how he has to get home. Taylor grabs the other sheet and
wraps it around his hips, painfully aware of the dried come all over his
belly, between his legs. He watches Nick hobble toward the bathroom and
feels his face flame. Oh. He takes a few experimental steps, but no, his
ass feels fine.

He checks the bedside table and finds a room service menu. Apparently
they're at the downtown Sheraton--God only knows how they got here. He
hears the shower turn on and starts working his way through the rest of the
room. He finds their clothes in a duffle bag in the closet, along with a
blank dvd in a generic jewel case. There's a note in the bottom of the bag.


Wonderful work, boys. Think of talking to anyone and you will be sorry;
we'll release the recording at the first sign of police involvement.  Go
back to your picture-perfect lives, we'll be in touch when the time is
right.