Title:
Nocturnal Admissions
Pairing: Alan/Denny
Series: None
Rating:
M at the moment
Length: 1,262 words.
Disclaimer: Don't own it,
just playing with the anatomically correct dolls.
Summary: Ya
right like I'd spoil it for you. Um... A sleepover, night
terrors
and a tether, how did I do?
Authors notes: I wrote this entire
chapter on a motorola hiptop slide
(otherwise known as a sidekick
slide) while sitting on my bed with a
psychotic snoring dog
sitting on my lap.
I AM SOME KIND OF GOD AND SHOULD BE WORSHIPPED
AS SUCH!!
Beta: Jadecastle6! She is made of kickass. Her awsum
writing inspired me
do this. Plus she gives me MnMs so I got that
going on for me...
But seriously, I actually met someone who is
into slashfic and were it
not for her I could not have written
it. So, thanku to her.
It's my first fic, be gentle!
Chapter One.
Denny
Crane
sat in the comfy chair on the balcony. His balcony. Cigar in
hand
and a glass of single malt resting on the balcony ledge. But he
wasn't drinking it. He couldn't. He couldn't reach it from where
he was.
He'd been distracted and didn't bring it with him when he
came to sit
down. And at his age sitting down and standing up was
a... well a
process. And Denny didn't feel like starting it again
yet. So he sat,
quite still, apart from the occasional pull on
his cigar.
Denny was angry, at least he thought he was. He
was... confused.
Something had happened and it had distracted
him so badly that he had
forgotten to retrieve his glass of
scotch. And forgotten to do his daily
crossword, and forgotten to
say "lock and load" when he sat down to the
board
meeting, and forgotten to get his shoes shined and he'd even
forgotten to try to pinch Schmidt's ass in the elevator when she
stood
in front of him and had unwittingly given him a glimpse of
her 'rear
vision'.
But what had happened to make him forget those things?
... No wait... his train of thought
had somehow shifted over to
Shirley's rump. What was he thinking
about?
Oh yes. The thing that made him distracted today. The
thing that
happened and had served to mess his head up (which was
just unfair in
Denny's opinion, his brain was messed up enough
under normal
circumstances). It had happened last night during
one of his and Alan's
sleepovers...
They
had just finished watching The
Illusionist
and playing a humorous
game of 'I never' when they had settled
into their respective sleeping
positions. Denny on the right side
of the hotel's king-sized bed and,
separated by a line of
pillows, Alan was on the left. Lying in the
relative dark, aside
from the scattered low lights of the city that
threatened to
spill in under the curtains, the two men lay looking up at
the
ceiling. Contented by the company, a little drowsy from the scotch
drank during their game, and tired from the late
hour.
"Alan?"
"Yes Denny."
"What
didja think of that broad in the movie?"
"Jessica
Biel?"
"Yeah."
Alan
pondered
"I think, Jessica Biel might be one of the most
beautiful creatures I've
ever seen. Although I may be
overstating."
"Hardly. She's a looker, shame she didn't
get naked."
Alan gave a small chuckle.
"What did you
think of Edward
Norton?"
"Who?"
"Edward
Norton, he played the Illusionist."
"What, that magician
guy? Didn't want to see him naked."
Alan responded while
smiling.
"No Denny! I meant his performance, his
acting."
"Ah...it was okay. Still would have liked to
see that Biel woman
naked."
After a few more comments
about Edward Norton's acting, the magic tricks
of the movie and
Jessica Biel's knockers, the pair became silent again.
"Denny?"
Denny
grunted his answer.
"Thankyou."
"For what?"
"For
being a friend, for coming over to these sleepovers despite your
raging homophobia. For helping me get rid of the night
terrors
and many
other things, thankyou."
"Not at all my
friend, I like our sleepovers."
Alan smiled and rolled over
onto his side to face Denny.
"Goodnight
Denny"
"Night."
Sometime later, hours later,
Alan's eyes opened and he sat bolt upright
in bed panting and
gasping as though he couldn't catch air. He was
sweating. He
threw his blanket off and began rushing toward the balcony
door
and found himself stopped dead in his tracks. Something was stopping
his
body from moving forward no matter how much he shifted his
feet. But the voices were getting closer - he needed to run!
Denny
was jolted awake through a mid-pig sounding snore by the feel of the
tether around his waist being pulled at. When he realised what this
tugging
sensation meant and his ears began to register the
desperate panting and
terrified moans coming from near the
balcony door, Denny sprang into
action. He pulled himself out of
the bed and started grabbing hold of
the rope a little bit at a
time to maintain the tension. He
didn't want Alan gaining more
ground toward the balcony.
When he was standing less than 3
feet away from Alan he started to
speak.
"Alan, go back
to bed."
Alan hesitated in his struggles and after a brief
pause, redoubled his
efforts to get away, his feet rubbing
against the carpet as they took
him nowhere step after
step.
Denny slowly came closer the frightened man.
"Alan?
Go back to bed, there's nothing to be scared of."
Alan
hesitated again when he heard Denny's voice.
Denny spoke more
forcefully this time, stepping in front of Alan to
block his
escape, and dropping the rope to grab onto Alan's upper arms.
"It's
Denny. You're dreaming, go back to bed. Everything's okay."
Seeming
to suddenly run out of energy Alan slumped into Denny's
arms and
began sobbing, still in his sleep.
Denny was never much one for
comforting crying men, found it damn
nauseating for grown men to
cry truth be told. But the fact that this
man was asleep and
wouldn't remember made it a lot easier to stomach.
And he felt
sorry for the poor guy. So he accepted Alan's weight on him
and
rubbed his back and quietly said.
"It's okay."
He
kept repeating it, hoping to calm his friend down enough to get him
back to bed.
Alan had rested his forehead against Denny's and
the crying man was
gripping onto Denny's shoulders as though they
were the only things
holding him up and tears were running down
his face.
Then suddenly, mid sob, stopped crying. His eyes had stopped searching around and were instead, fixed onto the confused eyes of the man holding him. He suddenly tilted his face forward to brush his lips against Denny's. And without much warning, he turned this small contact into a kiss. A soft parting of the lips and he took Denny's bottom lip between his own. Denny for the most part, let it happen. And he would deny it up and down later, but he reciprocated.
After a few seconds of this tender contact, Alan
unexpectedly stopped moving
and froze. Denny felt the other man's
muscles twitch as it happened. Alan pulled away as he stood up
abruptly, taking his weight off Denny. His eyes, once glassy and
unfocused, were now clear and searching, trying to figure out what
was happening. He took in the feel of his hands on Denny's shoulders
and dropped them quickly. He took a short step backward and looked
around, taking in the vacant bed and the tether that was now on the
floor. Then he slowly brought his hand to his lips and dropped it
quickly, shooting a look at Denny, who for his part, was standing
there watching Alan's reaction while trying to also figure out
what
the hell just happened. A look of realisation crossed Alan's face but
he
quickly masked it, not quickly enough for Denny to see it
though.
Alan sucked in a breath and held it, appearing to be on
the verge of
saying something. He paused like that for a few
seconds, then shut his
mouth and walked over to the bed and got
into it. Pulling the covers
over himself and lying still.
Denny
quietly took a deep breath, taking the hint. He walked over and
got
back into bed. With both men facing opposite sides they stayed
completely still until they finally fell
asleep.