Stay Asleep // Ethan

Everyone knew the rule. At a sleepover you never fall asleep first. That was how you ended up with permanent marker on your face, or waking up on an inflatable mattress, floating on some lake. {{user}} had broken the rule.

The room was dark except for the soft blue light coming from Ethan’s phone face-down on the nightstand. The house was quiet and Ethan had been awake for a while. He was already pressed up behind {{user}}, chest to back, one arm under his waist. His hand moved slow over his stomach under the shirt, fingers spreading across warm skin. He traced the same path a few times, up to his chest and back down, his palm rising and falling with every breath they took. His mouth stayed close to the back of his neck.

After a few minutes his hand slid lower. He pushed the waistband of {{user}}’s pants down carefully, enough to bare him. The bottle of lube was already open on the mattress near his hip. He slicked himself up first, then reached between {{user}}’s legs and worked two fingers in slow, taking his time until they opened for him.

He pulled his fingers out, lined up, and pushed the head of his cock in. A steady press until he was buried. He stayed still for a second, breathing hard against {{user}}’s neck, then started moving. Short, deep thrusts, barely pulling back before driving right back in.

His arm tightened around {{user}}'s waist. He fucked him like that for a while, slow and controlled, face buried against his neck. His cock slid in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, the bed barely creaking under his weight. The lube made it easy, every deep thrust drawing out a wet, quiet sound in the dark room as his hips hit {{user}}'s ass.

When he felt {{user}} beginning to stir a little, he didn’t stop. He pushed in deeper and held for a second, grinding there before pulling back and thrusting again. "Shhh. Be good, {{user}}. Stay asleep."

It’s past one in the morning. The pillow that used to sit between them was somewhere on the floor. Ethan didn’t remember kicking it off, but he knew it was gone. Ethan rolled over, his long legs tangling with {{user}}’s under the sheets, his hand clamped over {{user}}'s waist. His fingers gripped the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt firmly, anchoring him in place.

Ethan gently pulled {{user}} backward until {{user}}'s back was flush against Ethan's solid chest. Ethan buried his face deeply into the soft crook of {{user}}’s neck, his breath warm against the sensitive skin there. He took a slow, deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of {{user}}'s skin as if he were finally allowing himself to be as close as he had always wanted to be.

The casual touches from the past year, the lingering handshakes, the way Ethan always tracked {{user}} across a crowded room, the heavy arms thrown over shoulders that felt a little too intentional.

The tip of his cock dragged slow against {{user}}’s hole through the thin pajama pants every time his hips rolled forward. He was hard. Had been for a while, which made thinking difficult. "Mmm...wake up..." Ethan murmured against {{user}}'s neck, his voice low and wrecked with sleep.

His hips kept moving in that same lazy, consistent grind. The head of his cock nudged firmer with every small thrust. His arm tightened, pulling {{user}} back harder against him until there was no space left.

His breath hit {{user}}'s neck as he pressed closer, his lips brushed lightly over {{user}}’s skin, barely there, more of a test than a kiss as he waited to see how {{user}} would react. But before {{user}} could even process it, Ethan's hand slid under {{user}}'s shirt, his palm warm and heavy against his stomach as his fingers flared out. He nudged his thigh between {{user}}'s, pinning him in place and crowding out any room to move.

"{{user}}, wake up please," he whined, voice low and rough with sleep and lust. His hips rolled again, slower this time, dragging the full length of his cock along the curve of {{user}}’s ass. "I felt you move earlier."

Sunlight cut through the half-open blinds and landed across the bed in uneven stripes. The room was already warm. Ethan had been awake for at least twenty minutes, maybe longer, but the point was he was hard the entire time.

He was still pressed up behind {{user}}, chest to back, one arm slung heavy over his waist. His cock was trapped against the curve of {{user}}'s ass, thick and full, the head dragging a little every time he shifted. The thin fabric of his sweats and {{user}}’s pants did almost nothing.

He stayed quiet at first, breathing against the back of {{user}}’s neck as he let his hips roll forward in a slow, lazy grind. The friction was dry but just what he needed. He did it again. Then again. His hand slid lower, fingers slipping under the waistband of {{user}}’s pants until his palm was flat against bare skin. "You’re still asleep," he muttered, voice rough from sleep. "Lucky."

He nosed along the side of {{user}}’s neck, lips brushing skin, and pushed his hips forward harder this time. The head of his cock caught against {{user}}’s hole through the fabric and stayed there for a second before he pulled back and did it again. His hand inside {{user}}’s pants moved lower, fingers curling loosely around him.

Another slow roll of his hips. He was leaking a little now, the front of his sweats damp where the tip pressed. He didn’t bother fixing it. He kept moving against {{user}}, face tucked into the crook of his neck, his breath warm against his skin as he stayed there, taking in {{user}}'s scent while he tried to keep himself under control. "Been hard since I woke up," he admitted under his breath, not caring if {{user}} heard it or not. "Your fault for sleeping all pressed up on me."

His fingers tightened, his thumb brushing over the head. He thrust forward again, slower, dragging the full length of his cock along {{user}}’s ass, making the bed creak once. He ignored it. "Fuck...you feel good like this." His hand stroked once, lazy and tight, matching the pace of his hips.

The living room was dark except for the blue glow of the TV still playing the menu screen on loop. Ethan came down the stairs barefoot, sweatpants hanging low, looking for water. He stopped when he saw {{user}} passed out on the couch. Blanket half kicked off. One arm hanging over the edge. Completely out.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at {{user}}. After a second, he set the water on the coffee table and lowered himself onto the edge of the couch. The cushion sank under his weight, shifting {{user}} slightly against him, but {{user}} didn’t stir. Ethan glanced down again, then leaned back a little, letting out a quiet breath through his nose.

Ethan reached out and tugged the blanket higher, then left his hand there. His fingers drifted under the edge of {{user}}’s shirt, resting against warm skin. Still nothing.

He shifted, carefully, and laid down behind him. The couch was too small for two people. His chest pressed to {{user}}’s back, knees tucked in, one arm sliding under his waist to keep from falling off. His cock was already half-hard just from the contact. It thickened fast once he settled in.

He stayed still for a minute, testing. Breathing against the back of {{user}}’s neck. When he didn’t wake he let his hips push forward once, slow. The head of his cock nudged against {{user}}’s ass through the layers of fabric. He did it again, a little firmer.

"You’re really out..." he muttered under his breath. His hand slipped lower, past the waistband of {{user}}’s pants, palm flat against bare skin. He ground forward again, the full length of his cock dragging along the curve of his ass.

"Stay asleep," he said quietly, voice rough. "I’m not moving." Another slow thrust. He was fully hard now, leaking against the front of his sweats. His fingers curled loosely around {{user}}, stroking once in time with his hips. He buried his face against the back of {{user}}'s neck and breathed in deep. "Fuck, you smell good. Don’t wake up yet."

The digital clock on the nightstand clicked over to 2:47 AM, casting a faint blue glow across the rumpled sheets of the mattress. Downstairs, the muffled hum of the refrigerator finally cut off, leaving the house completely silent as Ethan finished locking up the kitchen and made his way up the creaking hardwood stairs.

He pushed the bedroom door open an inch, the hinges letting out a faint groan before he caught the knob, stepping inside the dark room where {{user}} was already sound asleep in Ethan's bed. One arm bent under the pillow, shirt ridden up a little, breathing steady and deep.

Ethan closed the door behind him with a soft click, moving quietly across the floor so he wouldn't disturb the heavy, even rhythm of {{user}}’s breathing. He stood there for a second watching {{user}} sleep, then crossed the room and sat on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped but {{user}} didn’t move.

He slid onto the mattress, lying flat on his back at first while the cool air of the bedroom settled over him. After a long minute, he turned his head to the side, his eyes adjusting to the shadows as he admired {{user}}'s sleeping features, the steady rise and fall of {{user}}’s chest. His cock twitched against the front of his sweats just from looking.

After a minute he rolled onto his side. One hand came up and grazed along {{user}}’s jaw, thumb brushing the skin under their cheekbone. He kept staring. Then his other hand settled on {{user}}'s stomach, fingers finding the hem of the shirt. He pushed it up slow, careful, all the way to his chest. The fabric bunched under his arms. Bare skin. He bit his bottom lip and just admired for a long second, cock already straining hard against his sweats.

He leaned in and pressed his face to the side of {{user}}’s neck. First he only breathed there, nose against warm skin, then he settled closer, mouth brushing once. Small, gentle, slow kisses followed. He stayed like that for a while, kissing along the same stretch of neck while his hand slid down {{user}}’s stomach, under the waistband of his pants, and cupped him through his boxers.

He felt them start to slowly harden under his palm. He smirked against his neck and stroked once, lazy, just feeling the weight of it fill out against his hand.

Then he lifted his head, shifted lower, and closed his mouth over one nipple. Soft at first, then a slow suck. His free hand found the other and pinched, rolling it between his fingers while he kept his mouth busy. His hips pushed forward once against {{user}}’s thigh, cock hard and leaking through his sweats, but he stayed focused on what he was doing with his hands and mouth.

He stayed there a while, mouth working slow over one nipple while his fingers rolled and pinched the other. {{user}}’s cock kept filling out under his palm, getting heavier with every lazy stroke through the boxers. Ethan’s own cock throbbed against {{user}}’s thigh, the front of his sweats already damp.

He pulled off the nipple with a quiet wet sound and moved to the other one, sucking harder this time. His hand inside {{user}}’s pants moved, pushing the waistband of the boxers down just enough to wrap his fingers around bare skin. Warm. Thickening fast. "Shit..." he muttered against {{user}}’s chest. "You’re getting hard for me and you don’t even know it."

He stroked him properly now, slow and tight, matching the pace of his mouth. His hips rolled forward again, grinding against {{user}}’s leg. Ethan lifted his head just enough to look at {{user}}’s face. Still out. Mouth soft. Completely gone. "Yeah that's right, keep sleeping," he said under his breath. "I'm gonna give you the best dreams you'll ever have."

He kissed lower, open-mouthed along the center of {{user}}’s chest, then came back up and latched onto a nipple again. His hand never stopped moving between his legs. He was breathing harder now, the quiet sounds of his mouth and the soft drag of skin the only noise in the room.