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Joe looked over at Nick, watching the way he played his guitar, the way he bit his bottom lip when he was concentrating on playing while he wasn’t singing and Joe felt his cheeks get hot.

He had to look away, almost messing up his lyrics. He grabbed his mic stand, doing one of his little signature struts to the other side of the stage while he sang his part of the song, putting a little distance between himself and Nick. Sure he had thought about Nick before, thought about kissing him, or just holding him, but it had never been this intense and never on stage.

He got himself to cool down and they finished out the last couple numbers of the show before heading off stage. They headed straight for the dressing room, taking a minute to have a drink of water, then grabbing their bags and heading to the big black SUV waiting for them out back.

They were always worked up after shows, running on a high, adrenaline pumping through their systems, and he and Nick usually sat together in the backseat talking animatedly about their favorite parts of their performance, figuring out how they could make things even more exciting the next night, and just feeding off of each other’s energy. But tonight, Joe waited back, pretending to text someone on his Blackberry and let Kevin slide into the back with Nick, Joe getting into the middle seat beside Frankie, nudging his youngest brother in the ribs with a playful smile.