Disclaimer: No, no ownage of the boys... *Sigh* It would be fun though... I would love it if they helped me get to sleep like this. Don't know. Don't own. Don't sue.


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I rolled over yet again to face the clock which was glaring at me.

'2:19...'

Fuck.

I hate not being able to fucking sleep.

I rolled out of bed and paced around my small motel room, trying to think of ways to get to sleep.

I could always drink myself to sleep?

'It would be more of an unconscious state then sleep, Frank...'

"Fuck this, I'm going for a smoke..." I mumbled to myself as I grabbed a hoodie, pulling it over my bare chest before quietly making my way down to the side of the small building.

I leaned against the wall and sighed, trying not to shiver as the cool, October weather made me wish I had grabbed a pair of jeans...
"Hey stranger." I heard from behind me.

I jumped and turned around, facing Quinn, who had a smirk on his face from my reaction.

"Fuck Allman, are you trying to kill me?"

That smirk stayed on his face as I watched him take a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing brilliantly as he inhaled, and it reminded me why I had come out here in the first place.

I went to reach for my pack, then I realized...I didn't have them with me.

"Fuck..." I mumbled to myself.

Quinn laughed as he handed me his smoke, digging in his pocket to pull out another for himself.

"Oh thanks, so I get the used one..." I said with a smirk, taking a long drag nonetheless.

"Mhmm." He said as he turned against the wind, lighting the small, white stick hanging from his mouth.

"So, what brings you out here on this wonderful night?" He asked me, rubbing his arms slightly as he walked over to me.

"Couldn't sleep." I said, still annoyed at the fact that I couldn't.

"So you come out here...in the cold? And...you expect that to help?" He laughed.

"Oh, fuck off." I mumbled, blushing slightly.

"Aww, is widdle Fwankie embawassed?"

"I said fuck off!"

"C'mon kid, let's get you something to help you sleep."

I looked up at him confused and he grabbed my hand, leading me back into the motel.

He opened the door to his room quietly and went straight to his bag, pulling out a small bottle.

"Quinn....I've never been good with meds..." I said, shaking my head.

"Oh, well then-" He tossed the bottle aside. "-We'll have to think of something else that'll make Frankie sleepy!"

I laughed and shook my head as he sat down, patting the bed next to him, wanting me to sit down with him, which I did.

He slung his arm around my shoulder, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"So, what always makes you tired?"

'...Sex?'

I burst out laughing at my thought, making him turn to me more, looking completely lost.

"Wow, you must be tired..." He said, shaking his head slowly.

"Sorry, sorry...stupid thought."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"No."

"C'mon...tell me!"

I shook my head furiously, trying not to giggle.

"Frankie!" He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

That meant he refused to drop this lovely little subject.

"It's nothing, really. It's just when you asked what always makes me tired..."

"What?"

"Only thing I could think of was sex."

"Oh..." He nodded slowly. "I know whatcha mean. Puts me right out afterwards, too."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes before I stood up.

"Fuck, I might as well just go back to my room." I smiled down at him.

"No point in both of us being kept up because of my inability to sleep."

"Aw, Frank, it's alright dude...I can't sleep either..."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down, and I landed on his lap.

We both started laughing, but neither of us made an attempt to change the situation.

We slowly stopped laughing and looked at each other, still smiling softly.

"Frank?" It was barely a whisper.

"Hmm?"

He moved a bit closer to me.

"S-Since neither of us can sleep..."

...What?

"...And...you know..." He leaned closer to me, our noses almost touching now...

"It works for both of us...?" He mumbled, his eyes darting from my eyes to the floor.

I just stared at him, completely confused.

Then, he gently pressed his lips to mine, and I jumped up, shaking my head.

"Uh, Quinn, dude, I'll...figure something out, and-"

He grabbed my hand, standing up and pulling my back to him.

"Frank..." He whispered, smiling softly.

"It...wouldn't mean a thing..."

'Even so, it would be very awkward...'

He leaned down to kiss me again.

"No...No..." I said, shaking my head.

He pulled away, letting go of my hand.

"...Alright."

He turned away from me and sat on the bed heavily, grabbing the pill bottle he had thrown aside.

...Quinn wasn't good with meds, either...

I sighed softly before slowly moving over and sitting next to him on the bed.

"...Have you....ever been with another guy before?"

He nodded slowly, still reading the 'suggested doses'

"...What's it like?" He jumped a bit and looked over at me, confused.

He shrugged.

"It's...sex. So it's good."

I laughed softly.

"Like...how good?" I looked down, blushing uncontrollably.

"...Would...you like to find out?"

I nodded slowly, and when I looked up, he was right in front of me, smiling softly.

"You sure?"

I nodded slowly, still blushing like mad when he pressed his lips to mine again.

He moved his hands to the side of my face, stroking my cheek lightly as he kissed me a bit harder.

I couldn't help but moan as he took my bottom lip in his teeth, gently biting down and pulling...

"Now that's what I like to hear..." He whispered, smirking before grabbing my shoulder and kissing me roughly, near shoving his tongue down my throat.

I gasped for breath as he pulled away.

He...was a very good kisser.

"Never even really kissed a guy before?"

"Well, Gee..."

"Doesn't count if it's only on stage..." he mumbled as he leaned closer to me, or, my neck rather, his lips brushing against it.

I shivered.

"T-Then no..."

He laughed softly, nipping at my neck.

"Mmm...Quinn..." I moved my hands to his hair, tugging lightly.

"For someone who was reluctant all of...5 minutes ago, you're certainly getting into this-"

"Shut up and kiss me." I interrupted, pulling him to me by his hair, crashing our lips together.

It was his turn to moan now.

'Heh, he's good at moaning, too.'

"Fuck Frankie..." He mumbled, pushing me down on the bed slightly as I sucked on his neck.

I couldn't help but giggle as he moved his hands slowly up the sides of my hoodie.

"Aww, you're ticklish?" He pulled away from me and smiled down softly.

I nodded, half smiling and fully blushing.

"So God damn adorable..." He whispered before leaning down and kissing me gently.

"So, do you want to do this slow?" He asked, his lips brushing against mine since he didn't pull that far away.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Well, unless you say otherwise of course..." He smirked, sitting up a bit and throwing one of his legs over mine so he was now straddling me.

"Of course..." I smirked, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling those gorgeous lips of his back to mine.

While we kissed, his hands, which were resting under my hoodie, slowly moved up, gliding over my skin, making me shiver.

I slowly moved back on the bed so that I was actually laying down, and my legs weren't hanging off the side...cuz, to me, that was just awkward.

Quinn slowly pulled my hoodie over my head, looking down at me, making sure it was okay.

I only smirked and ran my finger along the length of his neck, before hooking it in the collar of his T-shirt and pulling him down to me after he had finally gotten my hoodie off.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth, at first, both of us exploring each other gently, politely even, but soon, it became a battle for dominance...that he won.

He ran his hands along my bare arms and held my arms above my head, pulling away and gasping.

The way he looked right now...God. I wouldn't be surprised if he could turn the straightest guy gay...at least for the night.

'Then again, I've never really been the straightest guy...'

He placed butterfly kisses all over my chest and stomach, making me shiver and moan his name again.

He looked up at me, placing his chin on my stomach.

He kissed back up my body, to my lips, and I moaned as he lay down slightly on top of me, and his weight pressed against my lower half, and, in turn, providing a slight amount of friction to, erm, a few of my lower extremities...

He pulled away from me, smirking, and I knew I was blushing.

"Hmm, why so shy?" He whispered, licking his lips, making me gulp.

He chuckled and sat up slightly, still smirking at me.

"You really shouldn't be shy...might give people the wrong idea..." He trailed off, his fingertips brushing against my exposed chest again.

"H-How?" I mumbled, confused despite...what he was doing.

"Might make people think you don't want to continue?"

He smirked at me again and made to get off of me.

'Little fuck wants me to beg...'

"Q-Quinn...don't get the wrong idea...please..." I mumbled, biting my lip and trying not to make eye contact.

He smiled softly, rubbing gently at the rise in my boxers, making me moan and close my eyes.

He stopped suddenly, and I gasped for breath, near glaring up at him.

He pulled his shirt over his head quickly before leaning down and kissing me, and I pushed my fingers into tops of his jeans, trying to push them down.

He pulled away, laughing lightly.

He sat up, pulling his belt off quickly before kissing me roughly again, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I pulled at his jeans again, remembering that they had a fly...and a button.

I got them off of his waist and he shimmied out of them as I pulled on his boxers, pulling his hips down into mine, making us both moan.

He broke away from me, smiling and gasping for breath.

"...Can I fuck you?"

I nodded slowly, and he pulled my boxers down my legs.

He hovered over my length, and let out what seemed to be a slightly held in breath, making me shiver and groan.

He chuckled slightly.

"Feeling a bit ignored, Frank?"

I only nodded.

"Aww, we can't have that..." He whispered, leaning down and taking me into his mouth.

"OH FUCK QUINN!"

He worked his tongue ('Bullshit he's been with one guy...He's to fucking good at this') around the head of my length, and bit around the shaft lightly.

'Wow, didn't take him very long to turn me into a little fucking whore...'

I was moaning like a bitch, arching my back, pulling his hair...that is, until he stopped.

I glared at him as he licked his lips, moaning as he did so.

"...fuck." I mumbled, knowing it as one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

He opened his eyes and laughed, standing up and pulling his own boxers off.

He spat onto his fingers as he crawled back on the bed.

"I'm not going to lie, this part, it will hurt..."

"What? -Ah!" I winced as he pushed a finger into me, causing my eyes water and my fists to clench.

He tried to shush me, and grabbed my length in his free hand, pumping slowly.

"Better? Shh...it's alright..."

He smiled when I let out a small whimper/moan, telling him to go faster.

He pushed another finger into me, making me wince again, but not as much as the first time.

He scissored his fingers, trying his best to be as gentle as he could.

...And if I knew Quinn, that was hard for him.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he looked so concerned...but, so turned on.

I remember him telling me before he was a bit of a Sadist...

Little bastard was liking this to much...

...Not that I was complaining.

I gasped at the sudden emptiness I felt when he pulled his fingers out of me, moving back and spitting into his palm again.

"Q-Quinn..." I half moaned, have stuttered.

"Please...go slow..." I was kind of nervous.

He smiled softly and nodded, moving over me, and I shivered again when I felt him hovering over my opening.

"Ready?"

I nodded slowly, trying to prepare myself as much as I could...

...not that it helped of course.

"Oh....shit...." Quinn moaned, biting down on his lip as he slowly pushed into me.

I grit my teeth and slipped my hand down to my length as I tried to forget about the pain that was ripping through my body at the moment...

"My..God Frank..." He moaned, before he started to pull out of me.

He made small thrusts until he felt that I was use enough to it, and he pushed in a little deeper-

"OH FUCK!" I screamed, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders, for all I know, drawing blood.

He gasped and chuckled breathily.

"T-Told you it was fucking worth it..." He moaned, pulling out and slamming back into that same spot, again making me scream.

I'm pretty sure I left some half decent marks along his back as he pushed himself in and out of me, each time hitting that same spot, making me fucking see stars.

"Ugh, F-Frank...Frankie, FRANKIE!" He screamed my name as I felt him come in me, making me wince as it stung.

I could hear him gasping and I couldn't help but let out a whimper to get his attention...

I hadn't come yet.

"Oh....Shit....Sorry..." He mumbled, grinning at me in that lopsided way he always did.

He leaned down, sloppily licking the cum that was dripping down my length into his mouth, letting some of it run down his chin.

He moaned softly at the taste, just like he had before, and it had just as much of an effect on me.

He licked his lips and leaned down, taking as much of me into his mouth as he could.

He sucked gently, and worked his tongue lazily around me.

I groan and grabbed his hair, thrusting myself into his mouth.

He relaxed his throat and let me push myself in as far as I could. (Or, as I felt he could handle)

I couldn't even bring myself to scream his name as I came roughly down his throat.

I couldn't form the words, I wanted to, but I couldn't.

I think I might have let out a curse or two, but it was mostly one long, drawn out moan.

He swallowed quickly, moving up my body again and kissing me.

We lay in silence for a few minutes minutes, and I heard him giggle a bit.

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily.

"I'm not sure about you, but it worked for me..." He yawned and lay down with his back pressed against mine.

I bit my lip softly before turning around and slinging my arm around his waist.

"W-What...?" I heard him mumble.

"I always cuddle after sex..."

He made a sound like he was going to start talking, so I cut him off before he could start.

"Helps put me to sleep..."

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