SleepWalker
title: SleepWalker
pairing: Joncer
POV: 1st,Jon
rating: PG-13?
summary: tour!fic (pre-divorce) - Jon doesn't know,but he's a sleepwalker
disclaimer: I own them and they're in front of me dancing limbo u.u
A/N: idea taken from a chat with a friend xD
It’s a few days that I don’t sleep too well: I constantly turn in the bunk,toss the blankets,cover myself again,and so on.
Not being able to sleep decently makes me a bit aggressive or depressed,and the guys aren’t still very used to this side of my character,but decide to simply ignore my bitchy behaviour.
I’ve been a sleepwalker only once or twice when I was a child and walked around the house,eventually crashing in mine or one of my brothers’ or my parent’s bed,or on the couch,or even on the carpet or the cat’s basket. It was so long ago that I’ve never imagined it could’ve happened again.
Again I can’t sleep properly,I tried anything from pills to boring books; eventually,I finally fall asleep,but after a while I toss the blankets apart,open the curtains of my bunk and stand in the hallway facing the other two bunks. I turn and go for the bottom one that is under mine,Spencer’s bunk,and silently open the curtains,gingerly sit on the bed and close the curtains again,badly covering myself. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Spencer is soundly asleep and he doesn’t feel the loss of the blankets when I pull them off; then,I move to his boxers and sneak a hand inside,wrapping his dick. He wiggles lightly in the bed,but doesn’t wake up.
I move my hand on the length,squeezing it gently,pumping him lightly at first,but fastening my pace; Spencer’s blushing and breathing more heavily the closer he is to climax,hips moving along with my pumps,all without waking up and opening his eyes.
I tease the head of his crotch with my thumb,wetting it with precome. A hitch in Spencer’s breath precedes his orgasm and hot cum covers my hand,and I stand up,leaving a still asleep and flushed Spencer to return in my bunk as if nothing happened,and for me it hasn’t happened anything because I wasn’t conscious.
---
The morning after I wake up with a sticky hand.
"Ew,what the hell?"
I look at mini Jon and see it quite guilty,so I just shrug it off,thinking I may have masturbated in the sleep.
I go to the bathroom to wash it off and head to the kitchen,preparing myself a sandwich,forgetting of the solo night that I’ve never had.
Shortly after Brendon,Ryan,Spencer and I are all in the kitchen having breakfast. I see Spencer has still a dreamy expression.
"Earth to Spin…I thought you were awake…"
Spencer blushes,looking away.
Brendon ducks under the table.
"Ooo…I see you,morning wood,I see you…" his voice comes muffled from the table cloth.
Spencer flushes even more,closing his legs and covering with his hoodie. "Shut the fuck up…"
Brendon emerges,smirking at him; Spin ignores him and drinks his cup of coffee with a content expression.
---
Spencer had a wet dream: Haley had tied him at the bed,she was so hot in her leather outfit that didn't left too much to imagination,and they were having a lot of pervy fun like they've never had; the part he remembered the most was her giving him a handjob.
And when he woke up he decided to call her as soon as possible to have a hot phone call.
---
Ryan approached me in the afternoon.
"Glad to see you’re less of a bitch today.It’s my role,y’know? Slept well?"
I look at him confused,cocking my head to the side.
"Oh,that! I’m sorry,I can’t help it when I don’t sleep too much…but I think yes,I slept rather well this time…" I scratch my head sheepishly.
"…Good."
---
Later that night, I don’t sleep well again,but it took me a bit less falling asleep.
And I go sleepwalking again.
Like the previous night I go to Spencer’s bunk,he’s deeply asleep and doesn’t even acknowledge my presence when I hit the bed,and surprisingly I don’t wake up from my state either.
I repeat what I did the night before,this time almost stripping Spencer off his boxers.
He’s always sleeping when I pump him,but this time he moans and bucks his hips up quite eagerly with my handjob.
Once he comes with a strangled noise,I wipe my hand in Spencer’s boxers before leaving returning in my bed. I’m a fast learner.
---
In the morning, Spencer is the last to have breakfast,and he’s a bit sulking.
He doesn’t say it,but he stood awake for a while thinking back to his phone call with Haley earlier that night: she wasn’t too fond in an erotic chat with him and also sounded a bit disappointed by the wet dream he had. After the call he silently jacked off,feeling a bit guilty. He didn’t understand why he woke up with his boxers down,though,he was sure he wore them again after jerking off.
The rest of us look at each other,not investigating more.
---
A few hours later,after lunch,I ask Spencer what happened in the morning,and he tells me of his wet dreams and Haley.
I don’t know what to say. "Well…"
Spencer sighs. "Okay,nevermind, forget what I said."
He leaves the lounge room.
---
It’s been a hell of a day: problems during rehearsal,I couldn’t play my part for shit,Cassie hadn’t answered to any of my messages.
I snap at everyone,and retire early in my bunk to avoid telling people to fuck off.
I turn facing the wall,trying to sleep to forget that shitty day,and shortly after I’m asleep.
---
A couple of hours later I sort of wake up again,ready for my sleepwalking handjob for Spencer.
This time I stumble against a shoe abandoned in the middle of the hallway,right where I landed from my bunk,and fall on my knees. I help myself up leaning on Spencer’s bed,making him wiggle a bit in the sleep.
It must not be my lucky day,and I’m too clumsy also when sleepwalking to be more careful in what I’m doing.
My movements to take Spencer’s boxers off him aren’t as light as the previous nights and make him start stirring.
He still has his eyes closed in an attempt to continue sleeping,but my light grunts in the effort of giving him a handjob wake him up a bit more.
Spencer murmurs a “wtf” at the feeling of somebody pumping his dick,but his body follows the movements and he can’t help moaning with a familiar feeling in his lower stomach.
He comes hissing Haley’s name,but it doesn’t stop me from continuing jerking him off; he rubs his eyes and blindly reaches for the light.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" he shouts when he finally sees me.
It doesn’t wake me up thought,and Spencer has to slap my hand away and hurriedly put his boxers back on.
I start leaning on the right,eventually falling on the floor with a thud,asleep.
Spencer jolts outta the bed. Brendon and Ryan poke their heads from their bunks,woken up by Spencer’s shouts.
"What the actual fuck?" Brendon mutters sleepily.
Spencer kneels near me and touches my back.
"He’s sleeping…" he says,stupified.
Ryan looks at him confused.
"Asleep?! You mean…"
"…Apparently Jon was sleepwalking…"
---
I wake up in the bunk. I’m ready to jump out it,but I almost land face on the floor because I’m in one of the bottom bunks: Spencer’s,apparently.
Rubbing my eyes,I go in the kitchen and the guys are all looking at me.
"What?" I slur,puzzled.
"Take a seat,Jon," Ryan says.
I cock an eyebrow but sit down without a word in front of Spencer.
"Something wrong?" I ask looking around.
Spencer is looking at his folded arms,blushing deeply. Brendon and Ryan look back and forth between me and Spencer.
Ryan takes a deep breath.
"Are you a sleepwalker?" he asks without too many ceremonies.
I frown, "Uhm,no? maybe when I was a child,but…"
He sighs, "Did you know you went to Spin’s bunk yesterday night? And possibly the night before, and the previous again?"
I look at Ryan and Spencer with wide eyes,but chuckle, "Oh,c’mon,I may have just snuggled against him…I’m sor-"
"Actually,no…" Spencer says with a tiny voice.
I look at him,who’s bright red.
"You…y-you gave me…a hand job…for three times…" he stutters.
I’m as red as Spencer now,gaping, "Oh---oh my god,Spin… Sorry,I didn’t want to…"
Ryan and Brendon look at each other,Spencer is still avoiding eye contact with me.
"At least everything’s clear now,including Spin’s wet dreams and your problems sleeping…" Ryan says with a sigh.
I look down,feeling really bad. Spencer hesitantly pats my shoulder,smiling shyly. I smile back a little.
"What can I do? I don’t want to rape any of you when I’m like this…" I ask the guys.
Ryan and Brendon look at each other,then at Spencer. He feels their stares burning his neck,and finally turns towards them.
"What…oh! Oh,no WAY!" he looks terrified.
pairing: Joncer
POV: 1st,Jon
rating: PG-13?
summary: tour!fic (pre-divorce) - Jon doesn't know,but he's a sleepwalker
disclaimer: I own them and they're in front of me dancing limbo u.u
A/N: idea taken from a chat with a friend xD
It’s a few days that I don’t sleep too well: I constantly turn in the bunk,toss the blankets,cover myself again,and so on.
Not being able to sleep decently makes me a bit aggressive or depressed,and the guys aren’t still very used to this side of my character,but decide to simply ignore my bitchy behaviour.
I’ve been a sleepwalker only once or twice when I was a child and walked around the house,eventually crashing in mine or one of my brothers’ or my parent’s bed,or on the couch,or even on the carpet or the cat’s basket. It was so long ago that I’ve never imagined it could’ve happened again.
Again I can’t sleep properly,I tried anything from pills to boring books; eventually,I finally fall asleep,but after a while I toss the blankets apart,open the curtains of my bunk and stand in the hallway facing the other two bunks. I turn and go for the bottom one that is under mine,Spencer’s bunk,and silently open the curtains,gingerly sit on the bed and close the curtains again,badly covering myself. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Spencer is soundly asleep and he doesn’t feel the loss of the blankets when I pull them off; then,I move to his boxers and sneak a hand inside,wrapping his dick. He wiggles lightly in the bed,but doesn’t wake up.
I move my hand on the length,squeezing it gently,pumping him lightly at first,but fastening my pace; Spencer’s blushing and breathing more heavily the closer he is to climax,hips moving along with my pumps,all without waking up and opening his eyes.
I tease the head of his crotch with my thumb,wetting it with precome. A hitch in Spencer’s breath precedes his orgasm and hot cum covers my hand,and I stand up,leaving a still asleep and flushed Spencer to return in my bunk as if nothing happened,and for me it hasn’t happened anything because I wasn’t conscious.
---
The morning after I wake up with a sticky hand.
"Ew,what the hell?"
I look at mini Jon and see it quite guilty,so I just shrug it off,thinking I may have masturbated in the sleep.
I go to the bathroom to wash it off and head to the kitchen,preparing myself a sandwich,forgetting of the solo night that I’ve never had.
Shortly after Brendon,Ryan,Spencer and I are all in the kitchen having breakfast. I see Spencer has still a dreamy expression.
"Earth to Spin…I thought you were awake…"
Spencer blushes,looking away.
Brendon ducks under the table.
"Ooo…I see you,morning wood,I see you…" his voice comes muffled from the table cloth.
Spencer flushes even more,closing his legs and covering with his hoodie. "Shut the fuck up…"
Brendon emerges,smirking at him; Spin ignores him and drinks his cup of coffee with a content expression.
---
Spencer had a wet dream: Haley had tied him at the bed,she was so hot in her leather outfit that didn't left too much to imagination,and they were having a lot of pervy fun like they've never had; the part he remembered the most was her giving him a handjob.
And when he woke up he decided to call her as soon as possible to have a hot phone call.
---
Ryan approached me in the afternoon.
"Glad to see you’re less of a bitch today.It’s my role,y’know? Slept well?"
I look at him confused,cocking my head to the side.
"Oh,that! I’m sorry,I can’t help it when I don’t sleep too much…but I think yes,I slept rather well this time…" I scratch my head sheepishly.
"…Good."
---
Later that night, I don’t sleep well again,but it took me a bit less falling asleep.
And I go sleepwalking again.
Like the previous night I go to Spencer’s bunk,he’s deeply asleep and doesn’t even acknowledge my presence when I hit the bed,and surprisingly I don’t wake up from my state either.
I repeat what I did the night before,this time almost stripping Spencer off his boxers.
He’s always sleeping when I pump him,but this time he moans and bucks his hips up quite eagerly with my handjob.
Once he comes with a strangled noise,I wipe my hand in Spencer’s boxers before leaving returning in my bed. I’m a fast learner.
---
In the morning, Spencer is the last to have breakfast,and he’s a bit sulking.
He doesn’t say it,but he stood awake for a while thinking back to his phone call with Haley earlier that night: she wasn’t too fond in an erotic chat with him and also sounded a bit disappointed by the wet dream he had. After the call he silently jacked off,feeling a bit guilty. He didn’t understand why he woke up with his boxers down,though,he was sure he wore them again after jerking off.
The rest of us look at each other,not investigating more.
---
A few hours later,after lunch,I ask Spencer what happened in the morning,and he tells me of his wet dreams and Haley.
I don’t know what to say. "Well…"
Spencer sighs. "Okay,nevermind, forget what I said."
He leaves the lounge room.
---
It’s been a hell of a day: problems during rehearsal,I couldn’t play my part for shit,Cassie hadn’t answered to any of my messages.
I snap at everyone,and retire early in my bunk to avoid telling people to fuck off.
I turn facing the wall,trying to sleep to forget that shitty day,and shortly after I’m asleep.
---
A couple of hours later I sort of wake up again,ready for my sleepwalking handjob for Spencer.
This time I stumble against a shoe abandoned in the middle of the hallway,right where I landed from my bunk,and fall on my knees. I help myself up leaning on Spencer’s bed,making him wiggle a bit in the sleep.
It must not be my lucky day,and I’m too clumsy also when sleepwalking to be more careful in what I’m doing.
My movements to take Spencer’s boxers off him aren’t as light as the previous nights and make him start stirring.
He still has his eyes closed in an attempt to continue sleeping,but my light grunts in the effort of giving him a handjob wake him up a bit more.
Spencer murmurs a “wtf” at the feeling of somebody pumping his dick,but his body follows the movements and he can’t help moaning with a familiar feeling in his lower stomach.
He comes hissing Haley’s name,but it doesn’t stop me from continuing jerking him off; he rubs his eyes and blindly reaches for the light.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" he shouts when he finally sees me.
It doesn’t wake me up thought,and Spencer has to slap my hand away and hurriedly put his boxers back on.
I start leaning on the right,eventually falling on the floor with a thud,asleep.
Spencer jolts outta the bed. Brendon and Ryan poke their heads from their bunks,woken up by Spencer’s shouts.
"What the actual fuck?" Brendon mutters sleepily.
Spencer kneels near me and touches my back.
"He’s sleeping…" he says,stupified.
Ryan looks at him confused.
"Asleep?! You mean…"
"…Apparently Jon was sleepwalking…"
---
I wake up in the bunk. I’m ready to jump out it,but I almost land face on the floor because I’m in one of the bottom bunks: Spencer’s,apparently.
Rubbing my eyes,I go in the kitchen and the guys are all looking at me.
"What?" I slur,puzzled.
"Take a seat,Jon," Ryan says.
I cock an eyebrow but sit down without a word in front of Spencer.
"Something wrong?" I ask looking around.
Spencer is looking at his folded arms,blushing deeply. Brendon and Ryan look back and forth between me and Spencer.
Ryan takes a deep breath.
"Are you a sleepwalker?" he asks without too many ceremonies.
I frown, "Uhm,no? maybe when I was a child,but…"
He sighs, "Did you know you went to Spin’s bunk yesterday night? And possibly the night before, and the previous again?"
I look at Ryan and Spencer with wide eyes,but chuckle, "Oh,c’mon,I may have just snuggled against him…I’m sor-"
"Actually,no…" Spencer says with a tiny voice.
I look at him,who’s bright red.
"You…y-you gave me…a hand job…for three times…" he stutters.
I’m as red as Spencer now,gaping, "Oh---oh my god,Spin… Sorry,I didn’t want to…"
Ryan and Brendon look at each other,Spencer is still avoiding eye contact with me.
"At least everything’s clear now,including Spin’s wet dreams and your problems sleeping…" Ryan says with a sigh.
I look down,feeling really bad. Spencer hesitantly pats my shoulder,smiling shyly. I smile back a little.
"What can I do? I don’t want to rape any of you when I’m like this…" I ask the guys.
Ryan and Brendon look at each other,then at Spencer. He feels their stares burning his neck,and finally turns towards them.
"What…oh! Oh,no WAY!" he looks terrified.