A/N: Gotta love the njb. This is pure flash. Haven’t written any in a while, so.

Enjoy!

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I’m awake. Dammit. Why am I awake? It’s far too early. It’s barely even light outside.

Huh. He’s still asleep, of course. He’s a heavy sleeper, and he sleeps a lot. I sleep a lot, too, but I’m a light sleeper. That’s why we room together. Kind of the Tour Rules. Because, if we put two heavy sleepers in a room, we’d never get anywhere. So Mike rooms with Joe, because our emcee sleeps like a rock. And Chester’s not much better, so he rooms with the Phe. Of course, that’s not the only reason Brad and I room together, but, well… y’know.

Ack. I’m just rambling now. I’ve woken up early and I can’t get back to sleep. I’ve tried everything. Deep breathing, counting the cracks in the ceiling, even pretending I’m lying on a cloud. It’s not like I’m not tired, either. Life is cruel.

I glance over at Brad, and feel a twinge of envy. The guy could sleep through an earthquake. No really. He did once, when we were in San Francisco.

He’s on his side, facing me, as if to taunt me with his trouble-free slumber. He looks so peaceful. Maybe if I watch him for long enough, I’ll get sleepy. Maybe sleep is contagious. Maybe. It’s worth a shot.

I smile to myself. He has the sweetest face. I love how his lips pout slightly when he’s deep asleep. How his nose twitches every now and then. One arm is squashed up underneath his pillow, his other hand resting on that bicep. I love his biceps. The gentle curve of the muscle underneath the lightly tanned skin.

I blink, realising I’ve been watching him for some time. Obsessed much?

Sighing, I swing my legs over the side of the bed nearest him. I rest my elbows on my thighs, resting my chin on my knuckles.

I sit. I watch.

I notice he has a fine scattering of stubble across his cheeks, since shaving yesterday morning. On impulse, I reach out to touch it.

I run my fingertips gently along his cheek. Obviously not gently enough, because he stirs, swatting sleepily at his face.

I find myself grinning.

I reach out again, running the backs of my fingers along the stubble. It’s slightly scratchy, but strangely, feels quite good. He murmurs irritably.

I giggle.

My fingers find their mischievous way to his goatee. It’s wiry and coarse. I twist my fingers into it gently, vaguely fascinated. He bats suddenly at my hand, but misses again. A goofy laugh escapes me, and I bite my lip.

I had never known Brad’s face could be so much fun.

I eye his moustache mischievously. It’s just too tempting. Extending my pinky, I tickle it’s tip along the wiry hairs.

His nose twitches suddenly and he bats at my hand, catching me off guard. I quickly withdraw my hand, clutching it with my other. It’s stinging, he must have caught me with one of his rings. I watch as he begins to wake. Oops.

He squints at me.

“Wha you doinrob?” He murmurs.

I ponder my answer, considering my current position.

“Just messing,” I shrug, pulling my legs back onto my bed. I see him watching me out of the corner of my eye as I settle on to my back. I fold my arms underneath my head, staring at the ceiling. I’m so bored. There is silence for a while, and I presume he’s fallen back asleep. I glance over, to find him watching me intently.

“What?” I ask, with a light laugh.

“You woke me up,” he pouts accusingly.

I grin, turning my gaze back to the ceiling.

I hear rustling movement, but before I can turn my head, he is on top of me, straddling my hips.

My grin widens.

“No-one wakes me up and gets away with it, Robert” he states, quickly pinning my wrists in place behind my head. I bite back a gasp.

“Really?” I smirk.

“Really,” he deadpans.

He stares at me for a minute, and I quickly lose myself in his eyes. They have always fascinated me. So dark. He knows the effect they have on me, of course. Whenever I’m mad at him, he will just give me a look, and next thing I know, we’re …making up.

I blink again. Pulling myself out of his eyes, I study his face. He is still a little sleepy, his eyelids slightly heavy. I pull a hand free from his grasp, and he doesn’t protest. I stroke my hand along his cheek, and he allows his eyes to fall closed, leaning into my caress. His skin is still warm from his slumber.

“Tired, baby?” I ask softly.

“Mhm, “ he murmurs against my touch. I smile. He is just adorable. I could just eat him.

Instead, I pull him gently down onto my chest, where he happily rests his head, wrapping his arms around my waist. He sighs contentedly, snuggling his face into my t-shirt. I stroke my hands across the back of his head, enjoying the feel of the short, coarse hair against my palms.

The warm weight of his body atop mine is comforting. I’m quite happy to stay like this for hours, while he sleeps. Soon, his breathing evens out. I smile sleepily. It is so relaxing, just to be here, with him.

I am woken by the feeling of warm hands on my chest.

I hadn’t even realised I had fallen asleep.

I glance down, confused.

I smile as I remember. Brad is on my chest. It seems that now, however, he is awake. I watch as his hands move around underneath my t-shirt. He smiles up at me.

“Wha you doinbrad?” I murmur. His grin widens.

“Just messing,” He shrugs, shifting his body a little. He pushes his hands further up inside my t-shirt, exposing my belly. I smile sleepily, wondering what he’s up to. Well, okay, maybe I know.

He plants a warm, wet kiss on my stomach, smoothing his hands across and up to my chest. I smile, letting my eyes drift closed. His gentle touch is calming.

He continues to lavish attention across my stomach and chest. I murmur my appreciation deep in my throat.

I feel him move up my body a little, straddling my hips, and sleepily open my eyes a crack to watch him. He slides his hands up along my sides and I squirm, giggling sleepily. He knows I’m ticklish there, and grins widely as he tugs at my t-shirt.

I push myself drowsily up onto my elbows as he pulls my top off over my head. I lie back down and he follows me down, catching my lips in an unexpected kiss. His lips are soft and smooth as they move against mine in an affectionate caress. I let the tip of my tongue brush ever-so-gently across his mouth and he grins against me. Lazily, he lets his tongue brush softly against mine.

His tongue dips across my lower lip, before flicking back up into my mouth. I relax, letting him do whatever he wants. That’s how Brad likes it. My baby’s a little bit dominant, which is fine by me.

He takes my moistened lower lip gently in between his teeth, nibbling slowly and rhythmically, making me moan softly. Leisurely, he slides his tongue in between my parted lips, tickling my own with his. I moan again, shivering slightly underneath his touch.

He takes my moans as encouragement and oozes his tongue deeper into my mouth. It strokes along mine and I slide my tongue up eagerly against it. He continues to move his lips against mine as our tongues massage each other. He props himself up on his elbows, resting his forearms on my pillow.

We kiss, and kiss. And then kiss some more.

Eventually, my baby can’t take much more of this teasing. He shifts his elbows down the bed, trailing his wet kisses down along my jaw, and underneath my chin. Here, he lets his tongue play for a little while, knowing how sensitive the skin is there. The only time it is touched is by him.

He works his way down along my neck, pausing at my collarbone. Here he settles back on his elbows, and I know he’ll be spending some time here, one of his favourite parts of my body. I sigh softly as he kisses along the bone, before dipping his tongue into the hollow above. His hands wander across my chest, his thumbs massaging across my hardening nipples. I moan, squirming underneath his touch, as his tongue draws lazy patterns across my throat and collarbone.

He eventually lowers his lips to my chest, replacing his thumbs with his lips. Sucking softly, he swirls his tongue across the hardened flesh. I instantly grab for the back of his head, massaging the tips of my fingers into his hair. He continues to suck, a soft moan escaping him occasionally. I love the fact that he gets off on giving me pleasure. How perfect is that?

Soon, he is descending further down my body, caressing my skin with his lips and fingers. Reaching my navel, he spirals his tongue around it a few times, running his fingers through the line of dark fuzzy hair below. His fingers work lower and lower, until they are encircling my hardness. I moan his name, long and low. I look down the length of my body, catching his eye as he grins up sexily at me.

Keeping my gaze glued to his, he licks firmly up my length. I moan through clenched teeth, forcing my eyes to stay open. His grin widens at my response, and he delivers a few more wet, lingering licks to my arousal. I stare as he draws his tongue across my hardened flesh, flicking it lazily around the head.

“Oh, God…Brad,” I whimper, clenching my fists. He continues to tongue my hardness, quicker this time, before sliding his lips suddenly over the tip. I gasp, my hips jerking uncontrollably. He backs up a little, probably to save himself from choking, but then quickly moves forwards again, pressing his weight onto my hips. He continues to suck softly, fluttering his tongue across the swollen tip of my hardness as his lips begin to move along my length.

Sometimes, he gets me so horny I just have to touch him. I feel like I’m going to explode. I need to feel his tightness around me. Now.

I pull him off and sit up, dragging him up to my mouth. He straddles my hips as I plunge my tongue into his mouth eagerly, and he kisses me back, hard.

“I want…want to …fuck you…so bad…” I gasp between kisses. He groans, pushing his hips forwards. From this angle, I could probably push right into him.

He reads my mind, angling his hips forward a little more. My arousal is pressing firmly against his opening. It takes me all my self-control not to just shove inside of him right there.

“Lube,” I manage to choke out, and he nods. I lean back to the dresser, where we have stored our bedroom supplies. As I lean back, however, my hips move automatically upwards, and I suddenly slide inside of him. I gasp, frozen.

It feels too good.

I’m panting like a puppy, and I can’t help it. Although only the tip of my arousal is inside him, it feels incredible. His heat and pulse is surrounding me, begging me to go deeper. But I know I can’t push any further, not without lube. I could never hurt him like that, I love him too much.

I grab hold of the bottle and attempt to gently pull him off me.

“No, don’t,” He gasps urgently. “Just go from here.”

I nod, surprised, and quickly flip the cap open with trembling hands. I shakily squeeze a good amount onto my fingers and reach down, messily spreading it along my length. A shaky moan escapes me as my fingers work along my swollen flesh and up to where we are joined. He gasps as my fingers move against his sensitive skin, and he suddenly pushes down, making me cry out.

I gasp out his name, over and over, as he sinks lower and lower, impaling himself onto me. He is moving agonisingly slowly, taking it completely at his own pace. All I can do is lie back and try to breathe.

As I lower myself back onto the bed, his thighs grip my ribs tightly. I grab his hips, eager to push him down, but he resists, instead stretching his body back, resting his hands on my ankles. The sight is nearly enough to make me spill everywhere, right then. My gaze travels hungrily across his prone, stretched body, completely exposed to me.

He continues to work his way down my length, until, finally, and with a deep groan, he completely fills himself with me. My grip on his hips tightens and I release his name in a shuddering gasp. He is so amazingly tight, I can feel his pulse throb against my own. He opens his eyes, licking his lips as he looks down at me. I look back to him, through eyes narrowed in pleasure. My mouth is hanging open but I just don’t seem to have any control over it.

He begins to rock his hips slowly against me, moaning throatily, lost in pleasure as he finds his spot, deep inside. My breath comes in hitching gasps as I watch him shift. Even the slightest movement sends waves of bliss washing through my stomach. Everything is completely in his control. I love it. I stare, fascinated as his stomach tenses and contracts, and his thigh muscles tighten with every movement.

His body fascinates me.

My eyes wander up along his thighs to his groin. I bite my lower lip when I see how hard and wet he is. I release my tight hold on his hip and eagerly wrap my fingers around his arousal. He cries out my name, eyes darting to my hand. I move my hand slowly and steadily, in time with his movements. I feel his grip on my ankles tighten and he begins to speed up his thrusts, watching my hand the entire time.

His biceps begin to tremble as his pace quickens further. He gasps out my name, panting with every thrust. Every moan that spills from his lips is fuel for my fire. I begin lifting my hips up from the bed, thrusting up hard into him. He gasps in shock, slamming himself down to meet me. I’m vaguely aware that my feet have gone numb. My hand speeds up along his length, and I allow my thumb to massage across the wet tip with every stroke.

My hips begin to rapidly jerk and I cry out his name as I feel myself release, sudden and hard. My head pushes back into my pillow, as I groan through gritted teeth. His body begins to suddenly squeeze and spasm around me and I feel warm, wet spurts showering onto my stomach as he gasps my name, over and over.

Our bodies eventually fall limp. He sits for a moment, gulping in air. My chest heaves in sympathy, fighting to steady my breathing. After a time, his breathing evens out, and he gently pulls himself off me and lies down shakily at my side. I turn to him, wrapping an arm around his chest. My stomach presses up against his hip and he laughs softly.

“Eew!” he giggles, looking down at our sticky skin. I smile back lazily, not really bothered right now. It’s been worse. Just to tease him, I rub my stomach into him, squeezing him tightly. He giggles playfully, and wraps his arms around me.

We lie in relaxed silence for some time, just basking in the warm, content feeling. The feeling of safety. I am getting sleepier by the second, but I snuggle closer to him, feeling completely loved. He tightens his hold on me and kisses the top of my head.

I smile up at him, and he grins back down at me.

“I told you,” he says softly.

“Told me what?” I ask drowsily.

“No-one wakes me up and gets away with it,” he smiles smugly. I giggle at him, and snuggle back against him.

“I’ll have to wake you up more often, then” I murmur, slipping into a peaceful slumber.

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