Solo Sleep
Title - Solo Sleep
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (barely, I think)
Word Count - 1,861
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - it's been awhile, but You has finally got Gackt in bed with him
Notes - Happy birthday You, I guess!
You hadn’t seen Gackt for a week. Between Gackt sealing himself inside his home studio to write some new songs and refusing to come up for air and his impromptu trip to China, it had been a very lonely few days for You. You was pretty sure that the only reason why Gackt was lying next to him now was because Gackt’s sister had threatened to sell his beloved car if Gackt didn’t take the night off.
Gackt’s night off had been short. He’d emerged from the studio, showered and then collapsed in a naked and boneless heap on the bed before quickly falling fast asleep. You would have been angry at Gackt and the fact that the only contact they’d had was a quick kiss and Gackt apologising for being tired, but he knew that the singer truly was exhausted. You also knew that Gackt hadn’t slept properly in days, even by Gackt’s own poor standards, and had simply snatched an hour here and there on the harsh studio chairs.
Besides, it was hard for You to remain angry at the man when he was sleeping soundly next to him. You liked to watch Gackt sleep. Maybe it was because it was so rare for Gackt to actually do so properly or maybe it was because he always looked so peaceful and beautiful when the stresses and make up he wore during his working day had been removed. Or maybe, it was because it was a sight that only You had the opportunity to see.
You made himself comfortable on the bed and soon the quiet darkness of the room started to make him sleepy. Knowing that Gackt was lying next to him, hearing the vocalist quietly breathing and feeling his body heat beneath the covers always made You feel so warm, secure and content. Despite You’s best efforts and desire to watch Gackt sleep for that little bit longer, the guitarist soon fell asleep himself.
*~*~*~
You woke up a couple of hours later. He blinked his sleepy eyes open and wasn’t surprised to see that it was still night as he knew that he’d barely slept. It took another few seconds for his mind to clear further, but he soon recognised the quiet whimpers coming from the man that lay behind him. Maybe that was why You had woken up - he had always had a sixth sense for Gackt and his nightmares. He knew that he shouldn’t be surprised that Gackt was facing one of his vivid nightmares as they always struck the singer more frequently and violently when he was stressed and tired and currently, Gackt was most definitely both of those things.
You rolled over to face the middle of the bed and Gackt, ready to offer some comfort and be there when Gackt woke from his nightmare.
It only took You a couple of seconds to realise that although Gackt was still fast asleep, it wasn’t a nightmare that he was facing. In fact, it seemed to be a dream of an entirely different type.
Gackt was lying on his back, his eyes still shut and his mouth open to show the barest hint of his perfect white teeth framed by his plush lips. He was breathing deeply and quietly moaning. You recognised those moans… they were the kind of moans he hadn’t had chance to draw out of Gackt in quite some time. You wondered what Gackt was dreaming about. He hoped that it was the two of them together somewhere, doing all of those things that You spent his alone time in the shower jerking off to thoughts of. Gackt moving inside of him, You inside of Gackt or the two of them helping each other to completion in a million different other ways. Each shower over the past week had ran different images through You’s mind and none of them had been as satisfying as he knew it would be when Gackt finally had the time and energy to act any one of them out.
You was so preoccupied by wondering what Gackt was dreaming about that he didn’t immediately notice that Gackt was moving underneath the covers. Gackt had always been a restless sleeper, able to hold relatively coherent conversations while asleep and prone to sleep walking his way around his hotel room during the middle of a stressful tour so You wasn’t entirely surprised to see Gackt so restless again.
But, there was a certain rhythm to Gackt’s movements that the singer’s usual twitchiness didn’t have. You pulled away the covers to see what Gackt was doing and he felt all the air rush out from his lungs.
Gackt’s thighs were parted, his hips relaxed and the long pianist fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around his hard cock as Gackt stroked himself with strong and sure movements. You could only watch in shock as Gackt continued to touch himself, his thumb occasionally sweeping across the head as a light flush spread down Gackt’s golden, but still pale chest.
In all of the years they had been together, You had never seen Gackt masturbate. Gackt was completely at ease with his body and willing to try anything sexually, but masturbation had always been that one sexual hang up that Gackt could never shake. Even when they were having sex and Gackt needed that little extra push he would refuse to touch himself, preferring to remain unsatisfied than to find his own pleasure.
You had always considered it one of those strange and sad consequences of Gackt’s strict yet unconventional childhood.
He’d always wondered what Gackt would look like if he masturbated though. He couldn’t help it and knowing that he’d never see it, had made You wonder even more. Would Gackt’s eyes haze over like they did when You touched him? Would Gackt lick his lips or bite them? Would Gackt be loud or quiet, or prefer fast or slow strokes? You had never expected to know the answers.
You wondered if he should wake Gackt. The singer would be mortified and disgusted with himself if he knew what he was doing, after all. Or, should You take advantage and help Gackt along? It had been over a week since they’d had any form of sexual contact with each other and Gackt had never been unhappy or angry in the past when he’d been woken by a horny You.
Although he knew that either one was the right course of action to take, You found that he couldn’t do either. Seeing Gackt touching himself with such slow and sure strokes, his tongue darting out occasionally to wet his full bottom lip was a sight too delicious for You to pass up.
So You watched. He watched as Gackt’s thighs parted further and he squirmed on the bed slightly. He watched as Gackt’s thumb brushed over the head of his cock and smeared the few drops of pre-cum that had accumulated. He watched as Gackt’s flat stomach tightened and trembled as the pleasure he felt built and built. And You listened intently as Gackt’s moans became louder and less restrained.
You was hard too, painfully so, but he refused to touch himself as he wanted all of his concentration to be on watching Gackt. You tried to commit everything he could see, from Gackt’s loose and messy bed hair down to the curling of Gackt’s toes into his brain because he knew that he would never see this again. It was a one time only exclusive performance that only You was the audience for.
But damn, You wanted to touch him. He’d always had occasional self control issues around Gackt, especially when Gackt was purposely trying to get a rise out of him, and even though Gackt’s actions weren’t deliberate this time they still had the same effect. Gackt’s skin always looked so soft and smooth to touch and You knew from first hand experience that nothing felt better in his hands than Gackt did. It didn’t matter if it was Gackt’s hand during one of their relaxed movie nights, Gackt’s waist as You held him close while the singer dozed on his shoulder or Gackt’s cock as You thrust inside him - Gackt always felt like heaven.
Again, You refused to give into his desires. The only person who should be touching Gackt right now was Gackt, You thought. It would ruin things if he gave in and touched Gackt too. Besides, there was time for that when Gackt had more energy... maybe even in the morning, if Gackt didn’t run straight back into the studio. What You was watching now, was too special to be interrupted.
Gackt’s strokes quickened their pace, became shorter and less rhythmic. It was a sure sign that Gackt was rapidly approaching his orgasm and not only could You not turn away, he didn’t even want to blink. Gackt looked completely other worldly like this - naked, concentrated on his own pleasure and bathed only in the light of the neon green alarm clock that he’d forgotten to turn off before he’d collapsed onto the bed earlier.
When Gackt finally came, his mouth dropping open in silence and his entire body tightening before sinking back and relaxing onto the bed, Gackt was simply breath taking, You thought.
Gackt lay there for a few moments, still asleep and with his breathing slowly returning back to its usual sedate sleepy pace. It took a couple of minutes, but Gackt soon reverted back to his regular and calmer sleeping pattern and rolled onto his side, his back facing You. You wondered if he should clean Gackt up a little as he’d seen how Gackt’s fingers had become coated in his release, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to wake the man up, not now after what he’d just seen.
You pulled the covers up again to shelter Gackt’s sleeping body from the slight chill in the room and lay on his side too, his eyes drawn to the tattoo that decorated the base of Gackt’s neck. You was still hard but he didn’t want to leave the bed to take care of himself as he still didn’t want to take his eyes away from Gackt. Occasionally You would have the feeling that if he looked away from Gackt the man would disappear, like some spirit that was never meant to be there in the first place, and that feeling had never been stronger than it was at that moment.
Instead You shuffled closer to Gackt, settled into the pillow and draped a loose arm over Gackt’s waist. That wouldn’t wake him, You knew, but it would be the contact You needed to keep him content until the morning.
You also knew that if Gackt did run straight back to the studio when he woke and didn’t linger in bed with You long enough for them to start catching up on a week without sex, then You would have some new and vivid images for his lonely shower. Yes, You knew that the scene he’d just watched would be in his mind for a long, long time.
~owari
Notes
1) Sleep masturbation is a thing. For those that suffer from it (if that's the right phrasing) it occurs during times of stress and fatigue. The usual first course of action to prevent it is sex or masturbation before bedtime. I researched!
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (barely, I think)
Word Count - 1,861
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - it's been awhile, but You has finally got Gackt in bed with him
Notes - Happy birthday You, I guess!
You hadn’t seen Gackt for a week. Between Gackt sealing himself inside his home studio to write some new songs and refusing to come up for air and his impromptu trip to China, it had been a very lonely few days for You. You was pretty sure that the only reason why Gackt was lying next to him now was because Gackt’s sister had threatened to sell his beloved car if Gackt didn’t take the night off.
Gackt’s night off had been short. He’d emerged from the studio, showered and then collapsed in a naked and boneless heap on the bed before quickly falling fast asleep. You would have been angry at Gackt and the fact that the only contact they’d had was a quick kiss and Gackt apologising for being tired, but he knew that the singer truly was exhausted. You also knew that Gackt hadn’t slept properly in days, even by Gackt’s own poor standards, and had simply snatched an hour here and there on the harsh studio chairs.
Besides, it was hard for You to remain angry at the man when he was sleeping soundly next to him. You liked to watch Gackt sleep. Maybe it was because it was so rare for Gackt to actually do so properly or maybe it was because he always looked so peaceful and beautiful when the stresses and make up he wore during his working day had been removed. Or maybe, it was because it was a sight that only You had the opportunity to see.
You made himself comfortable on the bed and soon the quiet darkness of the room started to make him sleepy. Knowing that Gackt was lying next to him, hearing the vocalist quietly breathing and feeling his body heat beneath the covers always made You feel so warm, secure and content. Despite You’s best efforts and desire to watch Gackt sleep for that little bit longer, the guitarist soon fell asleep himself.
*~*~*~
You woke up a couple of hours later. He blinked his sleepy eyes open and wasn’t surprised to see that it was still night as he knew that he’d barely slept. It took another few seconds for his mind to clear further, but he soon recognised the quiet whimpers coming from the man that lay behind him. Maybe that was why You had woken up - he had always had a sixth sense for Gackt and his nightmares. He knew that he shouldn’t be surprised that Gackt was facing one of his vivid nightmares as they always struck the singer more frequently and violently when he was stressed and tired and currently, Gackt was most definitely both of those things.
You rolled over to face the middle of the bed and Gackt, ready to offer some comfort and be there when Gackt woke from his nightmare.
It only took You a couple of seconds to realise that although Gackt was still fast asleep, it wasn’t a nightmare that he was facing. In fact, it seemed to be a dream of an entirely different type.
Gackt was lying on his back, his eyes still shut and his mouth open to show the barest hint of his perfect white teeth framed by his plush lips. He was breathing deeply and quietly moaning. You recognised those moans… they were the kind of moans he hadn’t had chance to draw out of Gackt in quite some time. You wondered what Gackt was dreaming about. He hoped that it was the two of them together somewhere, doing all of those things that You spent his alone time in the shower jerking off to thoughts of. Gackt moving inside of him, You inside of Gackt or the two of them helping each other to completion in a million different other ways. Each shower over the past week had ran different images through You’s mind and none of them had been as satisfying as he knew it would be when Gackt finally had the time and energy to act any one of them out.
You was so preoccupied by wondering what Gackt was dreaming about that he didn’t immediately notice that Gackt was moving underneath the covers. Gackt had always been a restless sleeper, able to hold relatively coherent conversations while asleep and prone to sleep walking his way around his hotel room during the middle of a stressful tour so You wasn’t entirely surprised to see Gackt so restless again.
But, there was a certain rhythm to Gackt’s movements that the singer’s usual twitchiness didn’t have. You pulled away the covers to see what Gackt was doing and he felt all the air rush out from his lungs.
Gackt’s thighs were parted, his hips relaxed and the long pianist fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around his hard cock as Gackt stroked himself with strong and sure movements. You could only watch in shock as Gackt continued to touch himself, his thumb occasionally sweeping across the head as a light flush spread down Gackt’s golden, but still pale chest.
In all of the years they had been together, You had never seen Gackt masturbate. Gackt was completely at ease with his body and willing to try anything sexually, but masturbation had always been that one sexual hang up that Gackt could never shake. Even when they were having sex and Gackt needed that little extra push he would refuse to touch himself, preferring to remain unsatisfied than to find his own pleasure.
You had always considered it one of those strange and sad consequences of Gackt’s strict yet unconventional childhood.
He’d always wondered what Gackt would look like if he masturbated though. He couldn’t help it and knowing that he’d never see it, had made You wonder even more. Would Gackt’s eyes haze over like they did when You touched him? Would Gackt lick his lips or bite them? Would Gackt be loud or quiet, or prefer fast or slow strokes? You had never expected to know the answers.
You wondered if he should wake Gackt. The singer would be mortified and disgusted with himself if he knew what he was doing, after all. Or, should You take advantage and help Gackt along? It had been over a week since they’d had any form of sexual contact with each other and Gackt had never been unhappy or angry in the past when he’d been woken by a horny You.
Although he knew that either one was the right course of action to take, You found that he couldn’t do either. Seeing Gackt touching himself with such slow and sure strokes, his tongue darting out occasionally to wet his full bottom lip was a sight too delicious for You to pass up.
So You watched. He watched as Gackt’s thighs parted further and he squirmed on the bed slightly. He watched as Gackt’s thumb brushed over the head of his cock and smeared the few drops of pre-cum that had accumulated. He watched as Gackt’s flat stomach tightened and trembled as the pleasure he felt built and built. And You listened intently as Gackt’s moans became louder and less restrained.
You was hard too, painfully so, but he refused to touch himself as he wanted all of his concentration to be on watching Gackt. You tried to commit everything he could see, from Gackt’s loose and messy bed hair down to the curling of Gackt’s toes into his brain because he knew that he would never see this again. It was a one time only exclusive performance that only You was the audience for.
But damn, You wanted to touch him. He’d always had occasional self control issues around Gackt, especially when Gackt was purposely trying to get a rise out of him, and even though Gackt’s actions weren’t deliberate this time they still had the same effect. Gackt’s skin always looked so soft and smooth to touch and You knew from first hand experience that nothing felt better in his hands than Gackt did. It didn’t matter if it was Gackt’s hand during one of their relaxed movie nights, Gackt’s waist as You held him close while the singer dozed on his shoulder or Gackt’s cock as You thrust inside him - Gackt always felt like heaven.
Again, You refused to give into his desires. The only person who should be touching Gackt right now was Gackt, You thought. It would ruin things if he gave in and touched Gackt too. Besides, there was time for that when Gackt had more energy... maybe even in the morning, if Gackt didn’t run straight back into the studio. What You was watching now, was too special to be interrupted.
Gackt’s strokes quickened their pace, became shorter and less rhythmic. It was a sure sign that Gackt was rapidly approaching his orgasm and not only could You not turn away, he didn’t even want to blink. Gackt looked completely other worldly like this - naked, concentrated on his own pleasure and bathed only in the light of the neon green alarm clock that he’d forgotten to turn off before he’d collapsed onto the bed earlier.
When Gackt finally came, his mouth dropping open in silence and his entire body tightening before sinking back and relaxing onto the bed, Gackt was simply breath taking, You thought.
Gackt lay there for a few moments, still asleep and with his breathing slowly returning back to its usual sedate sleepy pace. It took a couple of minutes, but Gackt soon reverted back to his regular and calmer sleeping pattern and rolled onto his side, his back facing You. You wondered if he should clean Gackt up a little as he’d seen how Gackt’s fingers had become coated in his release, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to wake the man up, not now after what he’d just seen.
You pulled the covers up again to shelter Gackt’s sleeping body from the slight chill in the room and lay on his side too, his eyes drawn to the tattoo that decorated the base of Gackt’s neck. You was still hard but he didn’t want to leave the bed to take care of himself as he still didn’t want to take his eyes away from Gackt. Occasionally You would have the feeling that if he looked away from Gackt the man would disappear, like some spirit that was never meant to be there in the first place, and that feeling had never been stronger than it was at that moment.
Instead You shuffled closer to Gackt, settled into the pillow and draped a loose arm over Gackt’s waist. That wouldn’t wake him, You knew, but it would be the contact You needed to keep him content until the morning.
You also knew that if Gackt did run straight back to the studio when he woke and didn’t linger in bed with You long enough for them to start catching up on a week without sex, then You would have some new and vivid images for his lonely shower. Yes, You knew that the scene he’d just watched would be in his mind for a long, long time.
~owari
Notes
1) Sleep masturbation is a thing. For those that suffer from it (if that's the right phrasing) it occurs during times of stress and fatigue. The usual first course of action to prevent it is sex or masturbation before bedtime. I researched!