Insomniac.
Title: Insomniac
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Cat/Whiplasher (Deathstars)
Rating: NC-17.
POV: 3rd person, Whiplasher centered.
Summary: Andreas tried pretty much everything, but still he can't fall asleep. Wandering around the tourbus, something happens that helps in much more pleasant way than he ever imagined.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own neither Cat, nor Whiplasher, or anyone from Deathstars. I'm in no contact with them, I mean no harm with this, I don't get money for this. It ISN'T real, though I wish it was. Don't sue me.
Author Notes: A while ago, me and egoemopunk had a debate based on one of the Deathstars blogs (if you are not following them, you should - otherwise you're missing out things like daddy Nightmare and doctor Cat and aroused Whip) - wondering why exactly was Whip "aroused" when he wrote the mentioned blog. One lead to another and obviously, what follows is clearly the explanation. ;)
Dedication: For Cary.
Andreas sighed in frustration, rubbing his face tiredly as he turned on his back again. He was exhausted and yet he couldn't fall asleep, although he tried pretty much everything - he drank something warm before sleep (and okay, it was a shot of vodka, but since some dumbass - and Andreas had to really try to ignore Eric's face that popped up in front of his face when he thought about it - put it next to the heater, it was warm), he tried reading a book until he felt like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, he even tried counting sheep (or well, for some weird reason he was counting people who looked suspiciously like Eric wearing Russian military uniform), but neither of that helped. It actually made him feel slightly retarded, but he was getting desperate.
With another annoyed groan he got out of his bunk, stretching his tired body, deciding to go and get a glass of water before he'd make another (probably vain) attempt to fall asleep.
Of course, all his bandmates were sleeping tightly, which only annoyed Andreas a tiny bit more. He could see Ole's sock-clad foot sticking out from behind the curtain, dirty and motionless, and he could hear him snore in unison with Jonas who was lying on his back, his mouth open and a string of saliva trailing down his cheek. Emil's bunk curtain was shut close, but Andreas knew him for far too long and he could practically see his best friend sleeping with Ewelina in his arms, possibly snoring so quietly it didn't disturb the gorgeous woman next to him. Then Andreas' eyes fell on the youngest member of the band and he gulped softly, stopping.
Eric was lying on his stomach, one arm hanging out of the bunk, an empty bottle on the floor under his hand indicating to Andreas that the boy practically drank himself to sleep. That didn't really bother the singer, though, at least not as much as the fact that Eric was naked, that is except the fluffy Playboy ears that Andreas could not recall seeing before. He let his eyes move from Eric's shoulders, down his naked back, down to his ass, round and smooth and...
Andreas closed his eyes, suppressing a moan and trying to ignore the fact that he was getting hard just from the sight. It wasn't just the fact that Eric was naked and gorgeous, it was that he was asleep, too, quiet and not babbling nonsense like usually, and he even looked innocent (which Andreas knew the boy was the furthest thing from, and not just because he sucked Andreas off once when they were drunk their asses off).
He opened his eyes again and Eric didn't even move, breathing long and slow and fuck, he couldn't look more inviting. Without even realising it, Andreas stepped closer and reached for the boy, running his palm down his back, tracing his spine and then his ass; Eric's skin was warm and soft and Andreas knew the boy wouldn't wake up, he always slept so deeply and even more so when he was drunk.
He lost the last bit of his self-control when Eric shifted a tiny bit in his sleep, murmuring something and sticking his ass out an equally tiny bit and oh fuck, oh fuck, if that wasn't an open invitation. Without really realising what he was doing, Andreas pushed his own boxers down, freeing his erection. He gave himself a few slow strokes, his eyes searching frantically until they landed on the couple of packages Andreas knew Eric always had around. He reached for one, tearing it open with shaking hands and rolling it on his erection before he carefully, as carefully as he could right then, crawled in the bunk to Eric, shutting the curtain.
It was a bit awkward, in the small bunk and Andreas was a bit clueless for a second, but then he quickly spat in his hand and spread the saliva on his erection. Then positioned himself, far to aroused to actually consider preparing Eric, telling himself the sleep would make him relaxed. And sure, as he was slowly, very slowly and carefully pushing inside and biting back moans because this was so much better than he ever imagined, Eric didn't even change his rhythm of breathing, still deeply asleep.
As he was fully in, he stopped for a bit, listening and fighting his urge to just fuck Eric senseless, but he couldn't hear anything but Ole's and Jonas' snoring and the sound of the bus engine. He glanced down on the motionless body under him, and the sheer idea of what he's doing made him pull almost out of Eric, and then push back in, and again and again, unable to keep the moans in anymore. This was the most erotic thing he had ever done, and the boy was so soft and tight and it felt so, so good.
He didn't even last long, coming hard as he pressed his lips against Eric's shoulder blade, muffling a loud moan that forced its way from his throat despite his attempts to be quiet. His head was spinning and his heart was pounding as he slowly pulled out and then got out of the bunk, glancing at Eric who was sleeping as sweetly as before, unaware of what had just happened. Shaking all over, still feeling weak from his orgasm he grabbed his boxers, discarding the used condom and putting them on. He walked to the front of the bus, grabbing a glass and drinking some water before sitting down on the couch.
Rubbing his eyes, he realised he still felt tired. Yet he didn't go to lie down, though, feeling still too full of sensations from the sex. To clear his mind, he reached for Emil's laptop that was still on, logging into Myspace. Not in mood to check out the messages the fans sent them, instead he decided to type down another blog. It was so easy, writing down the thoughts, it helped him calm down a bit. Once he finished the blog, he added the obligatory What the members are doing right now part:
Nightmare - Sleeping
Bone - Sleeping
Skinny - Sleeping
Cat - Sleeping
He paused the typing, gulping down as his spent cock gave a slight kick, his mind filling with the sensations once again. Eric's smooth ass, flash, how it felt to be in him, flash, how Andreas came so hard he couldn't recall when was the last time he had an orgasm like that. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he finished the blog:
Whip - Aroused.
He didn't even know how he fell asleep on the couch, not even bothering to go to his bunk.
**
The next day Andreas was drinking coffee and eating French toast, when Eric finally shuffled from the bunk area, murmuring something under his breath and wincing whenever he made a step. When he spotted the singer, he stopped and nodded at him.
”I don't get why I'm so fucking sore, I didn't do anything yesterday,“ Eric said without any greeting and Andreas quickly gulped down the bit of the toast, glancing at the younger boy and just acting as if nothing happened. ”I didn't do anyone, either,“ Eric continued his complaints, ”and I didn't let anyone fuck me either so seriously...“ he trailed off, looking at Andreas as if the older man could explain it.
Only then the boy noticed that Andreas was blushing (and the singer never blushed) and that his boxers were doing miserable job hiding his erection and then suddenly it clicked. A wide smirk appeared on his face. ”Oh but Whip. You could have woken me up. It'd be much more fun.“
And Andreas choked on the next bite of his toast.
FIN
Author: niela_xxx
Pairing: Cat/Whiplasher (Deathstars)
Rating: NC-17.
POV: 3rd person, Whiplasher centered.
Summary: Andreas tried pretty much everything, but still he can't fall asleep. Wandering around the tourbus, something happens that helps in much more pleasant way than he ever imagined.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own neither Cat, nor Whiplasher, or anyone from Deathstars. I'm in no contact with them, I mean no harm with this, I don't get money for this. It ISN'T real, though I wish it was. Don't sue me.
Author Notes: A while ago, me and egoemopunk had a debate based on one of the Deathstars blogs (if you are not following them, you should - otherwise you're missing out things like daddy Nightmare and doctor Cat and aroused Whip) - wondering why exactly was Whip "aroused" when he wrote the mentioned blog. One lead to another and obviously, what follows is clearly the explanation. ;)
Dedication: For Cary.
Andreas sighed in frustration, rubbing his face tiredly as he turned on his back again. He was exhausted and yet he couldn't fall asleep, although he tried pretty much everything - he drank something warm before sleep (and okay, it was a shot of vodka, but since some dumbass - and Andreas had to really try to ignore Eric's face that popped up in front of his face when he thought about it - put it next to the heater, it was warm), he tried reading a book until he felt like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, he even tried counting sheep (or well, for some weird reason he was counting people who looked suspiciously like Eric wearing Russian military uniform), but neither of that helped. It actually made him feel slightly retarded, but he was getting desperate.
With another annoyed groan he got out of his bunk, stretching his tired body, deciding to go and get a glass of water before he'd make another (probably vain) attempt to fall asleep.
Of course, all his bandmates were sleeping tightly, which only annoyed Andreas a tiny bit more. He could see Ole's sock-clad foot sticking out from behind the curtain, dirty and motionless, and he could hear him snore in unison with Jonas who was lying on his back, his mouth open and a string of saliva trailing down his cheek. Emil's bunk curtain was shut close, but Andreas knew him for far too long and he could practically see his best friend sleeping with Ewelina in his arms, possibly snoring so quietly it didn't disturb the gorgeous woman next to him. Then Andreas' eyes fell on the youngest member of the band and he gulped softly, stopping.
Eric was lying on his stomach, one arm hanging out of the bunk, an empty bottle on the floor under his hand indicating to Andreas that the boy practically drank himself to sleep. That didn't really bother the singer, though, at least not as much as the fact that Eric was naked, that is except the fluffy Playboy ears that Andreas could not recall seeing before. He let his eyes move from Eric's shoulders, down his naked back, down to his ass, round and smooth and...
Andreas closed his eyes, suppressing a moan and trying to ignore the fact that he was getting hard just from the sight. It wasn't just the fact that Eric was naked and gorgeous, it was that he was asleep, too, quiet and not babbling nonsense like usually, and he even looked innocent (which Andreas knew the boy was the furthest thing from, and not just because he sucked Andreas off once when they were drunk their asses off).
He opened his eyes again and Eric didn't even move, breathing long and slow and fuck, he couldn't look more inviting. Without even realising it, Andreas stepped closer and reached for the boy, running his palm down his back, tracing his spine and then his ass; Eric's skin was warm and soft and Andreas knew the boy wouldn't wake up, he always slept so deeply and even more so when he was drunk.
He lost the last bit of his self-control when Eric shifted a tiny bit in his sleep, murmuring something and sticking his ass out an equally tiny bit and oh fuck, oh fuck, if that wasn't an open invitation. Without really realising what he was doing, Andreas pushed his own boxers down, freeing his erection. He gave himself a few slow strokes, his eyes searching frantically until they landed on the couple of packages Andreas knew Eric always had around. He reached for one, tearing it open with shaking hands and rolling it on his erection before he carefully, as carefully as he could right then, crawled in the bunk to Eric, shutting the curtain.
It was a bit awkward, in the small bunk and Andreas was a bit clueless for a second, but then he quickly spat in his hand and spread the saliva on his erection. Then positioned himself, far to aroused to actually consider preparing Eric, telling himself the sleep would make him relaxed. And sure, as he was slowly, very slowly and carefully pushing inside and biting back moans because this was so much better than he ever imagined, Eric didn't even change his rhythm of breathing, still deeply asleep.
As he was fully in, he stopped for a bit, listening and fighting his urge to just fuck Eric senseless, but he couldn't hear anything but Ole's and Jonas' snoring and the sound of the bus engine. He glanced down on the motionless body under him, and the sheer idea of what he's doing made him pull almost out of Eric, and then push back in, and again and again, unable to keep the moans in anymore. This was the most erotic thing he had ever done, and the boy was so soft and tight and it felt so, so good.
He didn't even last long, coming hard as he pressed his lips against Eric's shoulder blade, muffling a loud moan that forced its way from his throat despite his attempts to be quiet. His head was spinning and his heart was pounding as he slowly pulled out and then got out of the bunk, glancing at Eric who was sleeping as sweetly as before, unaware of what had just happened. Shaking all over, still feeling weak from his orgasm he grabbed his boxers, discarding the used condom and putting them on. He walked to the front of the bus, grabbing a glass and drinking some water before sitting down on the couch.
Rubbing his eyes, he realised he still felt tired. Yet he didn't go to lie down, though, feeling still too full of sensations from the sex. To clear his mind, he reached for Emil's laptop that was still on, logging into Myspace. Not in mood to check out the messages the fans sent them, instead he decided to type down another blog. It was so easy, writing down the thoughts, it helped him calm down a bit. Once he finished the blog, he added the obligatory What the members are doing right now part:
Nightmare - Sleeping
Bone - Sleeping
Skinny - Sleeping
Cat - Sleeping
He paused the typing, gulping down as his spent cock gave a slight kick, his mind filling with the sensations once again. Eric's smooth ass, flash, how it felt to be in him, flash, how Andreas came so hard he couldn't recall when was the last time he had an orgasm like that. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he finished the blog:
Whip - Aroused.
He didn't even know how he fell asleep on the couch, not even bothering to go to his bunk.
**
The next day Andreas was drinking coffee and eating French toast, when Eric finally shuffled from the bunk area, murmuring something under his breath and wincing whenever he made a step. When he spotted the singer, he stopped and nodded at him.
”I don't get why I'm so fucking sore, I didn't do anything yesterday,“ Eric said without any greeting and Andreas quickly gulped down the bit of the toast, glancing at the younger boy and just acting as if nothing happened. ”I didn't do anyone, either,“ Eric continued his complaints, ”and I didn't let anyone fuck me either so seriously...“ he trailed off, looking at Andreas as if the older man could explain it.
Only then the boy noticed that Andreas was blushing (and the singer never blushed) and that his boxers were doing miserable job hiding his erection and then suddenly it clicked. A wide smirk appeared on his face. ”Oh but Whip. You could have woken me up. It'd be much more fun.“
And Andreas choked on the next bite of his toast.
FIN