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‘Nick?’ Noah mumbles into the darkness. There’s a deep groan from the other bed.
‘Fucking sleep,’ comes Nicholas’ muffled grunt. Noah bites his lip, resisting the urge to point out that Nicholas clearly isn’t sleeping either since he’d answered so quickly. Noah sighs softly looking up at the ceiling. He gets that they’re both jetlagged as fuck and they do need to sleep.
Nicholas had even insisted they slept in their own beds. Noah didn’t like it — they always shared on tour — but Nicholas had told him he didn’t have to like it, he just had to sleep.
Noah turns over, punching his pillow and rustling the sheets trying to get comfortable. He tries to settle but his shoulder feels uncomfortable so he rolls over again. Then rolls back onto his back.
‘Jesus fuck, man, come here,’ Nicholas says, making Noah flinch. He thought he’d been being quiet. Nicholas is sitting up, holding up the edge of the sheet for Noah to get under. Noah doesn’t need a light to know how hard Nicholas is glaring at him.
‘I thought you said-’ Noah says, although he’s already climbing into Nicholas’ bed.
‘I didn’t think you’d need fucking holding down,’ Nicholas says. Noah feels a tendril of heat uncurling beneath his skin as the words. He knew Nicholas didn’t mean it like that but Noah certainly wouldn’t have minded if he had. He snorts and Nicholas laughs a little too, telling Noah to lie down. Noah does, enjoying the way the bed is already warmed by Nicholas’ body heat. Nicholas lays down against his back, they’re both sleeping in their underwear so they’re skin to skin.
‘Now sleep,’ Nicholas says, dumping an arm over Noah’s stomach and pressing his face into his hair to take a deep breath of him before relaxing back. Noah falls into a doze almost immediately, hearing Nicholas’ breathing slowing and evening out in a soothing rhythm. He’s right on the very edge of sleep when Nicholas shifts slightly he notices something. He opens his eyes.
‘You want some help with that?’ Noah asks, pressing back delicately into the hot, hard something he can feel against the back of his leg. Nicholas grunts, hand suddenly on Noah’s hip to stop him moving more. Noah can feel Nicholas breathing against the back of his neck. He’s so quiet for a moment Noah can practically hear him thinking. Nicholas presses a kiss to the side of Noah’s neck.
‘Can I take these off?’ he asks, thumbs under the waistband of Noah’s underwear.
‘Of course,’ Noah says, glad it’s too dark for Nicholas to see him smirk. Nicholas pulls his underwear down his thighs. Noah doesn’t move, listening to Nicholas rustle and the distinctive sound of him spitting. Nicholas lays back beside him, rubbing his hot, spit-slick dick between Noah’s cheeks a couple of times before letting it slide between his thighs, the damp tip brushing his balls. Noah shudders, amused that Nicholas clearly isn't in the mood for foreplay. Nicholas puts his arm back around him, shushing him as he thumbs his nipple.
‘This is why you need to be in the other bed,’ Nicholas tells him, making Noah let out a breathless giggle. ‘I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.’
‘That’s a problem?’ Noah asks, letting his voice purr as he cants his hips back into Nicholas again. He liked knowing Nicholas had no self-control around him, to the point he had to banish him to the other bed. It made him hot all over to think about it. Nicholas doesn’t answer, sticking his fingers into Noah’s mouth instead. Noah moans.
He’s tingling from the sensation of Nicholas’ dick dragging across his most sensitive skin. Nicholas’ mouth is stuck on his neck as his hips rock against Noah, fingers pressing on his tongue. Noah moans again, reaching under his balls to feel Nicholas’ the head of Nicholas’ dick. Nicholas nips his earlobe.
‘Hands to yourself,’ he says, taking his hand out of Noah’s mouth to tap the back of his hand sharply. Noah curls it against his chest with a soft moue of complaint that turns into a gasp as Nicholas takes hold of his dick.
Nicholas rubs Noah’s spit all up the underside of his dick, rubbing just under the head before he wraps his hand around it completely. Noah moans loudly at the first stroke and Nicholas shushes him again.
Nicholas is pressed close, mouth on Noah’s neck as he breathes damply on his skin. Noah can feel heat unfurling in his gut but he doesn’t want to squirm too much because the rhythm Nicholas has going feels fantastic.
Noah groans, feeling the muscles in his thighs twitching as he shudders. Nicholas kisses him behind the ear and Noah leans back, groaning. Nicholas spits in his hand again and Noah whines hard when he strokes over him this time. Nicholas lets his thumb rub over the slit in his dick and Noah can feel a familiar fluttering in his stomach.
‘Mm Nick,’ Noah says and Nicholas hums, licking Noah’s neck.
‘You gonna come for me?’ Nicholas says against his skin. Noah nods clumsily, feeling the orgasm close to the surface now he's got permission. He moans harder as the sensation peeks. Nicholas works him through it, mouth wet and open on his throat. Noah pants through the orgasm, feeling his toes curl up and his hand claw on Nicholas’ forearm. Nicholas is still touching him though he’s too sensitive now so Noah squirms out of his hands.
‘Open your mouth,’ Nicholas tells him but Noah grumbles. ‘Just a little for me,’ Nicholas coaxes. Noah opens his mouth and licks the pad of Nicholas’ finger. Noah feels his sharp exhale against his skin and is suddenly acutely aware of Nicholas’ cock still hot and thick between his thighs. He licks another finger, ignoring the taste and the weirdness of it. Nicholas lets out a shaking breath.
Noah squeezes with his thighs and Nicholas lets out another heavy breath. His hips start to tick again, pressing and rolling against Noah’s body. Noah leans his head back as he feels Nicholas’ teeth against his pulse point. He wants it. Wants the sting. Wants the pain. Wants the taste of metal when he kisses Nicholas after. Nicholas goes very still against his back and Noah feels the sudden wetness between his thighs as Nicholas finishes between them.
‘Fuck,’ Nicholas slurs against Noah’s shoulder before he rolls on his back away from him. Noah rolls onto his back too, stretching out. There's quiet for a moment then Nicholas huffs out a breath and gets up. A light goes on in the bathroom. Noah hears running water. Nicholas comes back with a towel for Noah and tells him to get into the other bed instead.
‘You’re done with me?’ Noah teases when he's done wiping down and crawling across the other mattress. Nicholas snorts at him.
‘I don’t want to sleep in your mess,’ Nicholas says, leaning to kiss his lips before straightening back up to turn off the bathroom light. Noah’s asleep before he feels the bed dip under Nicholas’ weight.