Sleep Is For Those With No WoW, Frank/Gerard, NC17

[lizhanne]

Title: Sleep Is For Those With No WoW
Author: anne_elliot and veecious
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1921
Notes: Thanks to drown_thecity for the beta! No particular warnings in this one, apart from... lots of porn?
Summary: Gerard needs his beauty sleep. Frank needs to ride him. Oh, yes, clichèd as hell, why you ask?
Disclaimer: 100% not true.

"It appears," the distorted voice coming from the phone is saying, "that the hotel lost the confirmation for your room."

There's a groan in the lounge and a couple of moments of silence before the voice goes on: "So what I suggest you should do is send Ray to the front desk and let him work his magic."

From his position inside the armchair Gerard says, "I'm not opposed to the idea of sleeping on the floor."

"Crashing like it's 2002, huh?" Mikey asks, then adds softly, "that tired?"

"Exhausted," Gerard confirms.

Ray ends the call, dusts off his shoulders and moves to the front desk. "Keep Frank at bay."

Frank snorts. "It was that one time. And I was right."

-

By the time Ray gets back to the lounge, Gerard is looking like he's melted into the cushions and looks like he's actually considering the idea of sleeping there.

"I have a double with a spare armchair and a single with two twin beds," Ray announces. Before any of the others can say a word he adds solemnly, "And I call dibs on Mikey."

"You can't call dibs on Mikey," Bob says. "You slept with him last time. I'm going to fight you for him." Sleeping in a bed with Mikey actually means having most of the bed for yourself; the guy sleeps perfectly balanced on the very edge of the mattress.

Frank giggles and elbows Gerard in the arm. "Men fighting to win the privilege to sleep with your brother and you're not saying a word," he teases.

Gerard only says, "Whatever," and finally gets up from his seat. "I just really, really need to sleep." He snatches the key of the single bedroom from Ray's hands and starts for the elevator.

"Wait up!" Frank calls. "Since the threesome is sharing the other room, you're stuck with me."

Gerard shrugs and waits for the elevator to get there.

-

Gerard is in that place where he knows he is going to fall asleep in next five seconds if nothing happens. Of course, that's exactly when he hears Frank's voice, a low, "Move."

Gerard groans, but he scoots over, leaving his arm out so that Frank can climb in the bed and pillow his head on Gerard's shoulder. Gerard pats clumsily Frank's head.

"Can't sleep," he asks, like that isn't pretty obvious.

"Too much light," Frank says, which is at the same time the truth and a blatant lie. There's a streetlamp right outside their window and the curtains are not doing much to filter it out, but Gerard has seen Frank falling asleep pretty much everywhere.

He says, "Mmh."

"So," Frank starts, "tell me something."

Gerard says, "Mmmmh."

"No, really. Anything at all. I'm bored."

Gerard says, "Mmmh" once again and then starts tracing gentle lines on Frank's scalp with his fingertips. There's a lull in that one-sided conversation and Gerard swears this is it, he's finally, finally going to sleep, when Frank mumbles, "Dude, seriously, you are no fun."

Gerard would swear, except that seems like too much effort, so he just pulls on Frank's hair, gently.

Frank doesn't even pretend that hurt. "I mean, you have such a hot man in your bed and all you can say is mmh?"

Gerard laughs, but it's not the usual high pitched laugh that Frank is used to hearing - this is low and husky and slides down Frank's spine like a shiver.

Gerard opens one eye and finally says, "Believe me, even when I'm not exhausted to the bone, I'm not that talkative when I have hot men in my bed." Frank giggles and Gerard goes on after a beat. "I can probably only manage something along the line of harder oh god please harder," he says, his voice empty of any inflection.

Gerard laughs at his own words, and this time his laugh is clearer. Frank, on the other hand is really, really not laughing. He is also wide awake, now. His mind is wide awake and picturing Gerard laughing breathlessly and Gerard begging and fuck.

"Sleep now, Frankie," Gerard says, the bastard, like he doesn't know what he just did to Frank. And the thing is, he probably doesn't know.

"Yeah," Frank drags out each letter very slowly. "I don't think sleep is going to happen any time soon."

Gerard mumbles something and the hand that is not currently working on his scalp sneaks under the sheet and ends up blindly on the general area of Frank's crotch. Having proof that Frank is indeed half hard, Gerard pats him with sleepy awkwardness and says apologetically, "I would love to help you with that but if I don't close my eyes right now I might throw up. Or die. Either way, it would end messily for you."

Frank doesn't even have time to protest; Gerard kisses his hair softly and then he's sound asleep.

*

Gerard wakes up with Frank's mouth on his dick.

It takes him a while to realize what's happening; at first it's just random thoughts of "fuck, yes" and warmth spreading from his groin up his spine.

When he wakes up completely, he's barely on time to see Frank's mouth sliding off his dick, slick and wet and way too hot to be the first thing Gerard sees upon waking. He doesn't think his brain can manage it. Then he realizes his brain was managing just fine up until that, because seeing Frank unwrap a condom and roll it down Gerard's dick with his mouth broke it. Completely.

Even if he had the brain power to say something, Gerard wouldn't have the time or the breath to say it, because after a split second Frank is straddling him and slowly, slowly lowering himself onto his dick, sucking all the air from Gerard's lungs.

Frank's face in the shadows above him is something that should belong in a dream. For a moment, Gerard is convinced that it must be a dream, but then Frank clenches around him and swears softly under his breath, and Gerard is sure that no, it isn't a dream, because he'd already be awake and with a sticky mess in his pants by now otherwise.

He'd like to move, to do something, to contribute in some way, but Frank seems to be completely comfortable with handling everything by himself, finding a rhythm that he likes and pinning himself on Gerard's chest with his hands for leverage.

Frank starts slow, but Gerard can feel the tension under his skin, can feel him twitch and buzz with energy - and indeed, it's not long before Frank is riding him hard, his fingers scratching Gerard's chest when he curls them with each downwards thrust on Gerard's dick. He doesn't seem to be satisfied, though, it doesn't look like it's enough and Gerard moves his hands to Frank's hips to help him, but the other only growls, he fucking growls and bats Gerard's hands away with a look of frustration on his face.

Then Frank tightens his legs on each side of Gerard's hips, props himself on the headboard, both hands holding on to the cheap fake wood of the bedframe, and starts - there's not another way of saying it, really - riding Gerard as if he's afraid his dick will disappear at the touch of midnight, gasping for breath and moaning loudly everytime he slams down again, so tight and trembling so much Gerard's almost afraid he's hurting himself.

"Frank," he gasps, "Frank, dude, you okay?"

"Fine, fuck," Frank replies between one stroke and the other, "I'm fine, just - oh god, yes, just move a little, help me, I need more, more, I need-" and like that, as soon as Gerard does as he's told and arches up his hips a little, meeting Frank's thrust, Frank is shouting something that sounds like Gerard's name, dragging it out in a long feral groan as he comes without even touching himself, his come streaking Gerard's chest and his face contorted in what almost looks like pain. He reaches out to catch Gerard's face between his hands and drags him up to meet him, kissing him sloppy and still hungry, somehow.

They collapse together in a tangle of limbs on the bed, slowly getting their breath back, Gerard still trying to understand what the fuck just happened.

"So, I guess next time I shouldn't tease you before bedtime, right?" Gerard whispers while he takes the condom off when Frank rolls off him with a grunt, hoping he'll remember that hey, Gerard hasn't come yet. "Now I don't want to be pushy, but... I just woke up in the middle of the best wet dream ever to find out it was real, and you know, I... need a hand over here?"

He smiles his most hopeful smile, tickling Frank's neck with his fingers and scratching the short hair at the base of his skull.

"Sorry dude, I would love to help you with that but if I don't close my eyes right now I might die," Frank wheezes, still completely breathless and sprawled half on Gerard and half on the mattress, his hair a sweaty mess plastered to his forehead.

"Oh hell to the fuck no, Frank, you're not doing this to me, come on."

Gerard would like to cry, or punch something - but most of all, he would really, really like to come right the fuck now, possibly with some help from Frank.

Frank, who opens one eye, looks at Gerard's face, and with a laugh that anyone who's not dying of impending orgasm would define as insufferably smug, and that Gerard's overloaded brain barely registers as "mildly annoying in the general scheme of things", launches himself at Gerard's dick, just in time to get the first spurt on his face and the rest in his mouth.

-

Gerard wakes up in time for breakfast, which is unusual. Frank is not in either of the beds (Gerard woke up briefly earlier in the morning to see Frank returning to his bed), so he's probably downstairs already. He checks the time again and decides to take a shower because, contrary to popular belief, he doesn't like to be gross. It's only when the water hits his chest that he notices the scratches and bruises on his skin. He smiles.

-

The others are all already eating their breakfast. Gerard pulls up a chair and doesn't bother to get his own food, stealing from their plates. When he goes for Frank's coffee, Frank grins happily.

Bob groans, takes a sip of his own coffee then says, "It's disgusting how easily you can tell Frank got laid."

"I can't help but glow," Frank says conversationally while flipping Bob off, "after riding a hot rock singer like I'm a porn star or something."

Gerard pats Bob's back gently while he's choking on his coffee. "That's not the most appropriate thing to say during breakfast, Frank."

Frank shrugs. "Whatever. It's true."

"So," Mikey says, cheerfully, "Alicia wants another cat."

"That was really smooth," Rays says around a mouthful of pancakes.

Mikey snorts and says, still cheerful, "Okay, then. I don't want to hear about this, I'm changing the subject! How's that?"

Ray nods and then laughs, amused. Gerard reaches out to touch the back of Frank's neck. Frank leans into the touch.