A/n: FIRST REQUEST!! AH! Beaming! Hope it's good, Andrew_34 . Also, idk how well I do male perspective so fingers crossed lol

Warnings: cursing. smut (it'll get steamy). Is male reader a warning? Idk 

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"If you get any more excited, you mught explode." Nick looked over, smiling. I looked through my eyes lashes, a glance thrown sideways as I set out Nick's outfit for the day of filming. I probably had adjusted the outfit six other times, Nick's nervous energy leaking into the air and flowing through me as well.

Coming closer, Nick smiled softly. "Thanks for all the help, Y/n. I'm just excited and nervous and everything. I haven't played a character like this before."

A laugh slipped from me as I shook my head. "Yeah. This show is... special." Nick nodded. There was a second's pause before Nick was bouncing again, pacing and wringing his wrists and looking around, eyes never settling on anything for more than a few brief seconds. "If you can't even stay calm in your trailer, how are you supposed to keep character during filming?"

Nick cocked an eyebrow. "Have any ideas on how to calm me down?" I moved his eyes away then, turning my body to hide the smirk and glint in my eyes.

Oh, I had an idea. I had a few. None I was willing to tel, Nick though.

After all the time I'd been Nick's PA, I'd gotten very close and knew him very well. If anyone were to ask, I would most definitely deny that I had feeling more than simply friendship for the dark haired, gorgeous artist, but... It wouldn't be the truth. "You should get changed. You have about three hours until-" I turned to see that Nick was fiddling with something on the counter and wasn't even paying attention. My hands crossed over my chest and I looked at him, attitude rolling off of me. Nick finally looked over, sensing the all too familiar expression I'd worn too often these last few weeks.

"Sorry. We're you talking again."

Rolling my eyes in exasperation, I shook my head as I motioned Nick to get dressed as I started towards the kitchen to make some breakfast for him. "No wonder you're single," I joked to myself, acting as if I was speaking to Nick even though I was sure he couldn't hear me.

"Harsh," Nick protested, and I half snorted when I realized he had indeed heard me. I shot him a sheepish grin and he rolled his eyes. "I'll chnage my pants and be right back. You don't have to make breakfast for me."

A simple shrug was all I offered at first as he disappeared behind the door to chnage. "I don't mind."

"Don't forget to make some for yourself then!" Nick called, knowing I worked around the clock and often missed breakfast because air got too caught up in work.

Smiling to myself, I shouted back, "I ate this morning. I'll be fine."

"Fine, But you still have to sit with me. It's weird to eat by myself when I'm used to having you around every morning."

"No pro-" My words caught in my throat when I turned to see Nick. Shirtless. I blinked three times, tilting my head. Man...

Sometimes being into guys was a serious inconvenience. Especially because I was a guy and most of the guys I worked with or saw in a daily basis weren't into guys. Or weren't into me, at least.

"What's the matter?" Nick asked, his expression overly innocent. My eyebrow knitted together and I wondered for a split second if he was doing what he was doing on purpose. But no. That made no sense.

I shook my head and dismissed the thought. "Nothing, Nick. Just eat fast." Chuckling, Nick sat down and began to move extremely slowly so that my attitude face returned again. "Cute," I sassed

Nick winked and my stomach flipped. "What's the thing you always say? You can't rush perfection?" I rolled my eyes again and he dug into his food for real. After he was done I showed him to his room where he got dressed. Once he was gone, I sunk into the couch, elbows on my knees and head in my hands. I sighed, exasperated and exhausted.

This boy was going to kill me.

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He was really, REALLY hyper. The director had gone for break because Nick couldn't sit still or keep a straight face and kept getting distracted and forgetting lines. I sunk into my chair, covering my face again as I saw the train wreck unravel in front of me.

The second I saw an opening, I grabbed Nick's arm and dragged him into a side room. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, crossing my arms. "You are super unfocused. You're never like this. What's going on?"

Nick's smile fell and he leaned against the wall, running his hand along his head, fingers pushing through his dark hair. "I..." He looked at me and glared. I stepped back, highly turned on by the expression and needing some air. I noticed, suddenly, how small the room was. "Do you have to make it so hard?"

My head tilted. "What do you mean?" I asked quietly, unsure of what was going on now.

"I mean, GOD, do you-" He cut off, searching for the words. The way his dark eyes ran over me, burning and frustrated... I couldn't focus enough to try and help or provide any words for him. His eyes landed below my belt and I blushed as I realized that I had a situation and he'd totally noticed it. He looked up, smirking. "Do you know what you're doing to me, Y/n? Because I can see what I'm doing to you."

My eyes widened and I was then very nervous. Was he teasing me? He knew that I was into guys. I'd told him forever ago, when we'd first met. I wanted so badly to believe that he meant what I thought he meant. I wanted to pull him close and kiss those soft lips and touch that gloriously tempting hair. I wanted to so badly, in that moment more than ever before. It was warm and we were close and alone and even now Nick's fingers tapped against his leg and his eyes jetted all over me, never focusing or stilling. Across to face, my neck, down my chest, back up, then all the way down and then slowly back up again. His gaze left burning trails on my skin and I shivered.

The stillness broke and Nick pressed me against the wall. I gasped. "I- I didn't mean- Do you-?" I was trying to speak but nothing was coming out.

"I can't focus because you're terribly distracting," Nick explained quietly, slowly, his eyes boring into mine and daring me to deny it to myself. It was like he could see that I was fighting this. Denying it with all my being. I was crazy about him and if this was a dream or a cruel joke it would actually crush me. "Help me calm down? Can I have what I want?"

I searched his eyes, desperate to find any humor or hesitation. Nothing. "God yes," I gasped finally. He moved again and suddenly he was- Heaven above he was kissing me. My eyes closed tightly and my hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against me. There was a sound at the back of his throat at the rough action after I'd been so shy and reserved thus far. My grail moved immediately to his face, wrapping around the back of his hand after trailing along his jaw as it worked, our lips moving together quickly and fluidly. It was a bit sloppy as we got used to the shape of the other but quickly became more fluid. Was graceful a good way to explain a kiss?

Trailing from his jaw, I moved my arms back, my hands finding his hair and my fingers winding through. It was soft and smooth just like I'd slays imagined and it was amazingly glorious to touch. I gripped some of the shorter strands, pulling softly. He moaned against my mouth and I found myself smiling.

"You cocky piece of shit," Nick cursed under his breath, speaking against my lips for a second before he pressed again, returning to only kissing me.

"You love it," I teased, leaning away. I smirked and his eyes brows came together. His knee pressed into my groin just enough to send rivers of pleasure up my body. I was really hard and he had obviously noticed the bulge. My head fell back against the wall, my eyes closing hard as my jaw slackened, a deep, loud moan I wasn't expecting emitting from me.

"That," Nick almost growled. "I love that."

Forcing my head forward, I stared at him through my hazy, lusty gaze. "You want me to be submissive? Good luck. I may seem timid, but only because I was trying to control myself."

Nick outright laughed. "Okay. Okay. You can have your fun next time. It's my turn though."

"Next time?" I pointed out, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

The shit eating grin Nick had been wearing relentlessly until now wavered. "Do you not want there to be a next time?" His face hardened but the vulnerability I saw for a split second caught me off guard. He... He liked me.

"Of course I do," I whispered. "I'm barely registering that this time is happening. You're already on next time." Nick grinned again, like a kid on Christmas, and my insides filled with pure and unadulterated happiness. I smiled so wide it hurt and he kissed me again, both of us smiling. The lust was still there though and it wasn't soon before the kisses were quick and hot and passionate again.

His lips pulled from mine and his nose nudged my chin. My head fell back once again and his lips pressed against my neck. I sighed in content, my eyes closing. He kissed at first, simply letting me feel his cool lips against my hot skin. Then his teeth ran along the side and I shivered. He smiled - I could feel the smugness back in the curve of his lips against my skin. That's when his lips pressed harder, open mouthed. He sucked and I gasped, not expecting it. His teeth ran over my skin again but this time as he sucked, raking a little harder than before. Enough to irritated the skin.

He was leaving a hickey.

"Wh-what are you- Oh fuck. Nick, what are you d-doing?" With the pleasurable feeling clouding my brain, it was hard to conjure the strength to push him away and demand from him like I wanted. Instead my hands dug into his skin and it only seemed to encourage him as I whimpered and stuttered.

After he was satisfied, he detached with a small pop. He admired his work for a second, chuckling, before he blew softly, sending another wave of shilling shivers down my spine. This tome they were more intense though, almost painful they were so powerful. I sighed again, half wanting him to do it again and half afraid that too many hickies would be suspicious.

Nick leaned close, his lips hovering next to my ear. "I don't want anyone to have you like I have you. I want you, just for myself. Is that too much to ask?"

Again I was surprised. "N-no. I just didn't think you'd want anyone else to know." My face heated up as he looked at me. I finally looked over, horny and needing him and knowing he wouldn't keep going until I explained. "You're... Nick Jonas. And I'm... I'm me." I looked away again.

He sighed. "You're mine," he finalized. "Let me show you how serious I am when I say that," he followed up as he saw doubt flicker over my face before I could cover.

His hands were suddenly at my waist, lower than were he'd settled to hold me before. Just above my waistband. His hands went up, slipping under my shirt and up. His fingers pressed against my skin as he lifted the shirt, feeling me up along the way. He pulled the material up and over my head, off, and then tossed it just far enough to be out of the way but so we could find it again later. I noticed for the first time that we were in a small storage closet for what looked like old props. There was a table and three chairs and piles and boxes and racks of abandoned and forgotten props and costumes from past projects.

He hooked his finger under my chin, drawing my eyes back to him. "Look at me." I rose an eyebrow but my arousal definitely rose with the authoritative tone in his voice. He hooked his fingers in my belt loop, eyes raking my exposed chest as he stepped back, pulling me after him. He kept scanning me as he slowly walked further and further back until he was bumping against the table, pulling me hard so that we slammed together. He caught my lips in his again briefly before he maneuvered us so that we switched places. "Sit," he ordered.

Testing how far Nick would let me push him, I set my face in a testy, cocky expression. "No."

Nick slowly raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm not submissive, Nicholas," I challenged.

He seemed to like that. Me saying his full first name. "We'll see about that," He growled. Whoa. Okay. He leaned close and I took in a sharp breath in anticipation. He chuckled. His palm pressed to me again and I unraveled under his touch as he worked his hand to send wave after wave of euphoria up and down my body. "Lay down." he purred. Well that was unfair.

"N-no," I managed, forcing my heavy eyes open to stare him down. His hand left me and I whimpered, wanting him to come back.

Nick folded his arms, looking like a parent scolding their stubborn child. "Do you want me to fuck you or not, Y/n?"

Well shit.

I nodded and he smirked. "Yeah," I croaked out once he kept hesitating."

He stepped close again, lips ghosting mine, hands flat on the table surface behind me. "Then sit. Down."

Message received, I hopped up on the table, glad it was sturdier than it looked. I watched him as his hands roamed my stomach and chest. He started pushing me down and I was glad that I'd sat on the short end so that I could lay along the table. He had me under his thumb now. I needed his touch and I couldn't risk