Author's Note: I loved writing this so much, it was a request I got on tumblr. Also, since this little story has 50 chapters, I'm not going to post anymore of here. When I write more drabbles and oneshots I am going to make another story and put them there because I don't want this one to have a million chapters. Anyway, follow me on tumblr, and leave a review!
Quiet
The air mattress was small, but Brian and Brock didn't mind at all, in fact, they rather enjoyed sleeping closely together. It was late, and Tyler and Evan had long since retreated to their designated sleeping areas in the spacious hotel room. Brock however wasn't tired in even the slightest; it was as though he couldn't tune out his brain enough to go to bed. So, he tried focusing on Brian, the man who was lying in front of him also trying to sleep.
His body curved around the younger man's almost protectively, and he tried to mimic his breathing but it was to no avail. "Can't sleep?" Brian whispered, it was as if he could read Brock's mind.
The older man gave a soft smile, "How'd you know?"
"Your breathing is too fast." Brian gave way.
Brock sighed, "Yeah I'm just not tired I guess."
At that, the Irishman turned so that Brock was no longer spooning him, and he had a mischievous glint in his eye. "Bet I could make you tired." He smirked.
Heat immediately rushed to the older man's cheeks, and even though it was dark, he was sure Brian could tell he was blushing. "Babe, we can't." He got out, but his body was betraying his words as he grew hard at the thought of his boyfriend taking him right then and there.
"Oh I'm sure we can." Brian replied, placing a kiss in the crook of Brock's neck. "You just have to be quiet…" He drawled out, continuing to place kisses in different spots on his jawline. His hand crept lower and lower until it found its way into the waistband of Brock's pants, and he couldn't help but to grin. "Looks like you're already ready for me Brocky." He began to move his hand slowly, flicking his wrist ever so often causing the older man to gasp.
Brock nodded, "I'll try to be quiet… God, please just don't stop."
"Oh I don't plan to." Brian teased.
When those words escaped his lips, the older man's breath got caught in his throat and it made his head swim. He wanted to moan, he wanted to gasp, he wanted to cry out and tell Brian to fuck him, but he knew he couldn't, and that mere fact turned him on even more. At that, Brian kissed him, silencing whatever sounds that wanted to leave his mouth. Their tongues swirled in a dance that only they seemed to know, and Brian's hand never stopped its ministrations.
Brock's breath was hot when the Irishman pulled away, and the only thing he could manage to get out was, "Your mouth?" And Brian could practically hear the pleading in his voice and all he could do was nod. He covered Brock's mouth with his hand and disappeared under the covers, immediately taking all of the older man into his mouth. "Mmphhh." The sound was muffled underneath Brian's hand as Brock arched off the air bed. His tongue on his length was enough to drive him crazy and he knew right then and there that he wasn't going to last very much longer.
His breaths were coming out in pants and he really couldn't breathe with Brian's hand against his lips but he didn't seem to mind at all. It felt so good and he never wanted it to end. And suddenly, without warning, Brock spilled into his boyfriend's mouth and the Irishman drank all of it up greedily, not coming up for air until every single drop was gone.
After his act of fellatio, Brian came up to kiss Brock, a smug grin on his face. "Goddamn I love you." He murmured, pulling the older man into his arms.
"You're lucky I love you too," Brock replied. "Or that would have never happened."
Brian rolled his eyes, "Sure Brock, whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Oh my god."
