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"Sleepers Awake - Part 2"
Title: Sleepers Awake (Part 2 of 2)
Author: Daytona Demon
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Pairing:
Mike/Peter
Summary: Mike is taking sleeping pills for his insomnia. The pills bring
not only sleep, but dreams of himself and Peter as lovers. Mike suspects it's more
than just a dream.
Warnings: Explicit sexual language and situations
Disclaimer: This
story is about the characters, not the guys who played them, no implication is meant
about the men who played the characters, I don't own the characters, and I get no
profit from this (except a case of the jollies). So there.
Mike loitered in the bathroom, knowing Peter would be along shortly. He shook his bottle of sleeping pills. Within a minute, Peter appeared at the doorway.
“Hey, Mike,” Peter said. “Gotta brush my teeth before bed.”
“Sure ya do,” Mike said, smiling as he tipped the pill bottle into his hand. He stepped away from the sink so Peter could brush his teeth.
“Aren’t you going to take your pill?” Peter asked.
“I thought you didn’t want me taking these,” Mike said.
Peter was caught off guard. “I-I-I don’t want you to get hooked on them or anything. You know, just…” He stared into the mirror, avoiding Mike’s gaze as he put toothpaste on his toothbrush.
“Take them responsibly,” Mike said, putting his hand to his mouth and pretending to swallow the pill he’d pretended to shake into his hand.
Peter brushed his teeth, still not looking at Mike.
“Sleep tight,” Mike said, brushing his hand across Peter’s shoulder as he walked past. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Peter paused and looked up. Mike winked at him and left the bathroom.
As Peter finished brushing his teeth, he wondered whether tonight, he should stay away from Micky and Mike’s room, let Mike sleep uninterrupted.
No, he decided. Because then I’ll be up all night thinking about Mike. He seems to like it…if only in his dreams…The night’s usual activities would resume uninterrupted after all, and whatever would be, would be.
Peter went to bed, and waited, and waited. “All good things come to those who wait,” he’d been taught through his childhood and adolescence. Patience would bring its own reward when enough time had passed for the sleeping pill to take effect on Mike.
In the other bedroom, Mike lay awake. He wasn’t sure when Peter would come into the room, but he wanted to be ready. He didn’t want to sleep and be startled awake; he would feign sleep as soon as he heard the bedroom door open. So far, he was in no danger of falling asleep without his pill.
Mike turned over and held still for a moment, not even breathing, listening closely. Micky’s steady, gentle snoring continued uninterrupted. Good, Mike thought. He’ll just sleep right through whatever happens…I guess like he’s done the last few nights.
Peter turned and looked at the clock. He’d waited two hours, enough time for Mike to be deeply asleep. He stood up, stripped off his underwear, and made his way in the dark to Micky and Mike’s room. He paused, turning the doorknob gently, and stepped in.
Mike lay facing away from the door, his sheet covering him from the waist down. He heard the click of the knob, the slight creak of the opening door and Peter’s steps toward him, and he remained still, keeping his breathing deep and even.
Peter knelt next to Mike’s bed, stroking Mike’s hair, petting him as if he were petting a cat. He leaned over and rested his cheek against Mike’s, his own straight blond hair spilling over unruly dark locks.
Mike breathed in the scent of baby shampoo, the scent he had grown to associate with Peter. Sweet, innocent Peter, the one who did secret, deliciously dirty things to him at night in his dreams. Tonight, the dreams would become fully real with both sleepers awake.
Peter stood up and began pulling the sheet away from Mike, surprised to see that Mike was fully naked underneath. That hadn’t happened before. Peter reached down to touch him, and gasped when Mike reached out and clasped his hand. Mike rolled over and opened his eyes to look at Peter.
Peter jumped back, his eyes wide with terror. Mike beckoned him to come closer. Peter stood frozen, fearful. “You’re awake,” he whispered. Mike nodded and motioned again for Peter to approach him, holding out his hand.
As Peter reluctantly moved forward, Mike took his hand and pulled him closer. “But - but - the sleeping pill,” Peter stuttered.
“I didn’t take it,” Mike said, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Micky or spook Peter any further. “As good as all this has been while I was asleep, I wanted to find out what it’s like when I’m awake. You said in my dream that it could all happen for real, if I told you it’s what I want. I didn’t imagine that part, did I?”
Peter shook his head. “No. You didn’t dream that. I did say that to you.”
“Well, guess what,” Mike said, patting the space next to him on the bed. “I listened to you.” Peter lay down on the bed next to Mike and was immediately caught in a fierce kiss and tight embrace.
“Mike, you’re hurting me,” Peter squeaked. Mike backed off. “Sorry, Peter,” he said. “I just been laying here thinking about you, thinking about what was gonna happen, and -” Peter cut off Mike’s words with a kiss as fierce as the one Mike had given him.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Peter said, pressing himself into Mike. “Every night, that’s how it happens. I lie there and think about you and I wait, I can hardly stand it, I wait until you’re asleep because I thought you’d never want this when you were awake but now you’re awake and you want it and it's really happening and –“ He stopped himself, surprised at his sudden torrent of words.
“You’re like a kid on Christmas morning, you know that?” Mike said, laughing.
“This is kind of like Christmas and my birthday all at the same time,” Peter admitted, flashing a shy, innocent smile that made Mike feel a little dizzy.
Mike pulled Peter on top of him, wrapping his legs around Peter.
“I noticed something in my dreams,” Mike said. “You never get your turn, you know? You always take care of me and then I wake up. I want you to get your turn first.” He moved his hips against Peter’s, enjoying the feel of Peter’s hot hardness against him.
Peter began to move around in response, rubbing himself on Mike. He felt the welcome warmth of Mike’s hand grasping him, the long fingers stroking and teasing him. Peter raised himself up, straddling Mike. He reached out to touch Mike and was surprised when his hand was brushed away.
“Time for that later,” Mike said. “Like I said, I want you to have your turn first.”
“OK, Mike,” Peter whispered, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feeling of Mike’s hands on him where he’d craved them most. “OK …” His words trailed off, his breathing becoming heavier. He moved his hips, matching Mike's rhythm, his pace slow at first and then becoming frantic.
Mike shifted under Peter, his own arousal becoming difficult to ignore. “Mike,” Peter moaned, leaning forward and planting his hands on the bed to steady himself. “Mike…” Peter gasped, moaned again and thrust wildly into Mike’s hands, his thigh muscles tensing. He cried out as he came, unable to quiet himself.
Peter paused to catch his breath, resting his forehead on Mike’s stomach. After a minute, Peter began to plant tiny kisses, working his way down between Mike’s legs.
Mike tried to remain still and couldn’t, his excitement building each time he felt Peter’s lips on him, lower and lower until finally, Peter’s mouth was on his cock, teasing him, then taking him in fully.
“God, Peter, this is so much better when I’m awake,” Mike whispered. “Too good…” He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and he moaned through clenched teeth, the orgasm too overwhelming to hold back. Mike pressed a fist to his mouth to keep himself from shouting, feeling Peter swallow every drop and lick him clean.
Peter rolled over and moved further up the bed to rest his head on Mike’s shoulder, wrapping one arm across Mike’s chest. He could feel Mike’s rapid heartbeat, the breathing that was still heavy but gradually slowing down.
“It is better when you’re awake,” Peter said. “Because then I know it isn’t just something you want in a dream. You know I’m here, and you know it’s real, and you want it...you want me.”
Mike turned to look at Peter, brushing Peter’s hair out of his eyes. “Damn straight I want it, and I don’t want some pill making me sleep through it.”
“I think you’re going to sleep pretty good tonight,” Peter said, grinning.
“You and me both,” Mike said. “Stay here with me. I know it’s a tight fit in the bed, but if I wake up during the night…I want to see you here. Feel you here.”
Peter looked over at Micky, snoring and dead to the world in his own bed. “But what about – what if he wakes up and sees –“
“We’ll just tell Micky you had a nightmare and got all scared and I said you could sleep in my bed,” Mike said.
“But, Mike, we’re naked,” Peter protested.
“The monsters in your nightmare ate our clothes,” Mike said.
Peter grinned again. “That’s great. That’s perfect. That’s exactly what we’ll tell him.”
“If he asks any questions, we’ll tell him the monsters might get his clothes too, if he doesn’t be quiet and go back to sleep,” Mike added.
Peter buried his face in Mike’s chest to muffle his laughter.
“Mike? Can we dream now?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, we can dream now,” Mike said. “Just as long as you wake me up for the good stuff, OK?”
“Deal,” Peter said.
Together, they slept. Neither of them dreamed; they didn’t need to, for what they’d wanted and needed was now theirs in the waking hours.
