Diego (gravitated) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-04-03 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, diego, diego x oliver, oliver |
Who: Oliver and Diego
When: late afternoon, Saturday, June 9th
Where: Home
Warning: NSFW in the middle
Status: complete
If there was anything Oliver was thankful for today, it was being off of work. He wasn’t sure he could have gone to the hospital in the state that he was currently in without screwing up or getting fired. He didn’t understand what was happening or why, especially as it was clear he wasn’t the only one dealing with the insomnia. Haisley had been up all night too, and Diego, but when he looked in on her now, it looked as though she was finally sleeping, so that was encouraging.
He rejoined Diego in the living room and sat down beside him, slipping his arm around his partner to draw him close. “I think Haisley is sleeping now. You doing okay?” he murmured. His eyelids felt heavy but he knew closing them wouldn’t do much of anything.
Oliver and Diego had endured plenty of sleepless nights together, and often Diego had a strange body clock, since he stayed up a lot when Oliver had night shifts ... but this was the first time he could remember having a sleepless day after a sleepless night. He was worn out but wired at the same time, his body tired but his mind still way too active, and he was nursing a headache behind his eyes. He’d even tried to take some cough syrup to put himself to sleep earlier that morning, but it hadn’t done anything for him. With a big sigh, he leaned in against Oliver when he joined him, glad that at least one of them was getting some rest. “I feel shitty, but yeah, I’m okay,” he murmured. Diego snuggled into Oliver a bit more. “Pet my hair, lover,” he added. “How are you holding up?”
Oliver's hand moved obediently to Diego's hair, where his fingers delved into the dark, silky strands, stroking. "I'm all right," he said, sighing a little. "I know enough to know that this isn't normal. We're not the only ones, either." It was good that Haisley was finally sleeping, unless she had been faking it for some reason, because that meant it would wear off eventually, whatever this was. Oliver was silent for a few moments as he continued to slide his fingers through Diego's hair. "Do you think this could be them? Maybe they're experimenting on the entire town..." He couldn't think of any other logical explanation for half the town not sleeping, perhaps the entire town.
Not Normal seemed to be pretty normal around this town, Diego was discovering -- and had been warned about, repeatedly. He had no idea if AIR was behind all of what he’d heard or if this was just cursed ground in general. Diego believed in God and all that, but he’d always been skeptical of ghosts and goblins, so he didn’t know what to think now. They’d peeked out the windows over the course of the night and seen so many lights on, all night long, it was definitely widespread. “I don’t know,” he answered Oliver honestly. “I don’t see how, unless they have a captive who can psychically keep everyone awake. Or there’s some ... odorless, colorless gas in the air or something. Why though? It’s so strange.”
"I don't know," he admitted, frowning as he continued to stroke Diego's hair. "Even when I was working for them, I didn't know why." He had never had that type of clearance. Oliver's job had been on a need-to-know basis and it had been determined he never needed to know a thing. "Perhaps they want to see what happens to a town when it can't sleep... or at least a certain amount of them can't sleep, since Haisley seems to have finally gone down. It's not healthy but maybe that's the point." The possibility of some kind of experimental gas filling the town was a scary one, but not one Oliver would put past AIR. Then again, maybe this wasn't AIR at all. "We've heard about the fog," he reminded Diego. "That would have been AIR too... but we don't know for sure. If we don't get some sleep soon, we may need to have Haisley drive us out of town and see if that works as a remedy."
All of it made Diego’s headache worse to think about, and he gave a little groan, reaching up to rub at one bleary eye. All they could do was speculate, it wasn’t like they could pop on down to the AIR building to start asking questions. Diego had been tempted to call Jane or Shane or any of the others to ask if they were having the same issues and what they thought, but he hadn’t. He just kept hoping to fall asleep. It was hard to keep any one task in mind for very long. “Are you sure she was sleeping?” he asked in a murmur. “Maybe she got tired of hanging out with us.” Diego gave a little huff, though it wasn’t a very genuinely amused sound. He knew he probably ought to be trying to put his mind to work like Oliver was, but it was so hard to really think about anything, and it was all just guesswork anyway. “At least you could see the fog ... maybe we should have Haisley call the Ethan boy, see if he’s being affected. Or acting weird when she asks.”
Oliver was silent as he tried to suss out if Haisley was just pretending. Then he smiled faintly. "She was breathing pretty steadily and I don't think she would fake sleeping so she didn't have to be around us anymore. Maybe we'll ask her to contact the kid after she's up again. If she is sleeping, I don't want to wake her up to have her text some boy." Especially since that boy was related to AIR and he could very well lie to Haisley about all of this. Closing his eyes, Oliver breathed in deep and exhaled, wishing he could just sink into a light doze. "Maybe eventually we'll just start finding everything funny, or get a second wind and end up... painting the whole house or something."
“I didn’t mean now,” Diego said with a faint grumble in his voice. He hadn’t specified ‘later’ of course, but he thought that was implied. Ethan could lie to Haisley about this, but he could lie to her about anything, that was the risk they were taking. In any case, Diego wanted to let her sleep as well, since she’d finally gotten to. He was both jealous and grateful, and he hoped whatever it was eased up on the two of them as well. Diego gave a soft chuckle. “I would not trust our decorating instincts right now, but ... that would feel better than this, at least,” he murmured. It was miserable to be so tired and just unable to actually fall asleep. They’d been to bed to try again so many times now, only to get up again frustrated. It was maddening. “When do you have to work again?”
"Maybe our decorating skills are at their peak creativity when we're sleep deprived," Oliver pointed out with a small, sleepy grin. Maybe they could just knock each other unconscious and get rest that way. It was such a ridiculous thought that it made him chuckle softly to himself. "I have to work the third shift tomorrow night... but I imagine I'll be admitted to the hospital by then if I don't get some sleep first." His fingers continued to glide through his hair. Even though he wasn't sleeping, it was still a soothing thing for him and that was better than pacing and worrying about why all of this was happening. "But I still think we should drive out of here if we haven't slept by then... just to see if anything changes."
Oliver’s work schedule changed and included night shifts so often, Diego fretted about his sleeping schedule on the regular. Now he was really worried about it. If this didn’t change soon, Oliver was going to walk into the hospital extremely sleep deprived. It wasn’t like he was performing brain surgery or anything, but still, it wasn’t good. Diego wished he could just tut-tut at him and put him to bed, but they already knew that wasn’t going to work anytime soon. So they were stuck listlessly lying around while Diego took a small comfort in Oliver’s fingers in his hair. “When Haisley wakes up,” he murmured in agreement. If somehow they were able to sleep outside of Point Pleasant’s borders, that would be fantastic, but he was kind of doubtful of everything at the moment. “Mini road trip and a text to the AIR nephew. Don’t forget.” Diego huffed a bit, then was silent for a moment. “The hospital is going to have lots of sleeping pill overdoses, if this is widespread.”
It was instinctual to wince any time he or anyone mentioned AIR. Oliver was more than okay with blaming the facility for all of this, only because he felt better doing so than admitting this could be something unexplainable. The unexplainable made him nervous. But he groaned softly when Diego mentioned sleeping pill overdoses. "Love, don't say that. I'm going to start feeling like I should go in now and see if they need help..." And they probably did. But Oliver knew he would be more of a liability than anything else. Then again, perhaps all the doctors and nurses felt the way he did. What kind of horribleness were they all dealing with now? "Maybe I should," Oliver murmured, his fingers pausing in Diego's hair. "Who knows what's going on out there now."
Diego realized his mistake and groaned in protest, then moved to sit up when Oliver got as far as thinking he should go in. “No, mi amor,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around Oliver’s shoulders to cling to him. “They would have called if they needed you, right? You shouldn’t drive like this anyway.” His dislike of the idea was genuine, he really didn’t want Oliver to try to leave, but Diego couldn’t muster a truly strong protest. He knew his man just wanted to help save as many lives as possible, and the idea that a bunch of people were recklessly trying to go to sleep was a scary one. Though Oliver could probably call him a hypocrite for not wanting him to sacrifice for the greater good, considering his position on taking down AIR. “Stay with me until Haisley wakes up, then we can try to get out of town for a nap.”
It was hard to deny Diego when he was holding onto Oliver that way and Oliver managed a small smile before pressing a kiss against his man's head. "I'll stay," Oliver promised. Diego was right, after all. If the hospital needed him, they would call. And if they called, he would go. He was just so damn tired. "I'm not sure I could remember the way to Mercy anyway." The tension he had been feeling in his body had started to relax again. "It just makes me nervous, not knowing what is happening. It could go bad so quickly." If they didn't sleep soon, they would start hallucinating, or worse. And Oliver tended to get cranky when he was tired. What if he lost his temper, or became unpleasant to be around? Why couldn't they just sleep?
Diego knew that it could get bad for them, and very bad for plenty of other people too, but he was still selfishly glad that Oliver was staying. For one, he didn’t want his man out there driving around so sleep-deprived, not to mention all the other sleep-deprived people who might be out driving around. For two, he didn’t want to find out that the ‘drive out of town’ thing worked without Oliver when he was the one who needed it most. For three ... well, Diego felt like he might go crazier faster if he was left by himself in the house. What if his power started to go wonky too? Oliver’s presence always kept him more in check. He relaxed a bit himself, his grip on his partner getting looser. “It will be okay,” Diego murmured, though his doubt of that was audible. Still, he nuzzled into the side of Oliver’s neck a bit and smiled faintly. “I could distract you ... maybe an orgasm would make you sleep?”
Oliver cocked a brow at the suggestion before he started laughing deep in his throat. It sounded more like a giggle, mostly because of the mental image he suddenly had. "I'm picturing you... with my cock in your mouth and you falling asleep finally." The giggles intensified, which was only happening of course, because he was exhausted. He tried to keep it as quiet as he could, not wanting to wake up Haisley, but still. "I'm sorry," he managed, tightening his arm around Diego. "I shouldn't be laughing at such a generous offer. I'm not going to make you do that when we're both feeling the same way. Especially as I fear I may start giggling during the whole thing and I can't imagine that won't ruin the mood."
He couldn’t help but snicker along with Oliver -- his laughter was always contagious, but it especially when Diego was feeling so loopy -- as he pictured that scene too. “Like a baby pacifier, maybe that’s the solution,” Diego said and tittered again. “We just need to sixty-nine, and we can both go to sleep.” It was ridiculous, of course, and Diego was too tired to be genuinely horny, he just knew that getting to come always helped put him to sleep. They probably should’ve been trying it sooner, when they had more energy, but Haisley had been awake then too. He gave Oliver a dopey grin and moved one hand to rest it lightly on his crotch. “I don’t mind giggling,” he told him, propping his chin on Oliver’s shoulder. “Even exhausted, you are beautiful,” Diego added in a murmur.
A baby pacifier. That just made him laugh even harder. It was like he was drunk, only without the capability of passing out. "Falling asleep with you in my mouth is not the worst idea I've ever heard of," he teased. "But thank you, my love. Give it a few more hours and I'll probably look like an ogre. There's probably a joke about beauty sleep in there somewhere, but I'm too tired to think of it. You're not as grouchy as I thought you would be by this point." He would much rather be giggling with Diego than bicker. Giggling took a lot less energy and it at least made him happy when his body was feeling so miserable.
Being silly and laughing together was far better than pissy and fighting, and Diego was grateful for it. Bickering might come later, if they continued to stay awake, but he had the sense that they would just have to ride the waves of whatever emotions bubbled up today. Their relationship was strong enough to survive some fussiness -- it always had in the past. They were probably lucky that their temperaments were well matched. He just hoped there was an end to this in sight. “Neither are you, mi amor,” he pointed out with a lopsided little grin. Diego pressed a noisy kiss to Oliver’s stubbled cheek, then moved to stand up with a groan. Ugh, his joints hurt, this sucked. “Want to try a hot shower with me, then to lie down again?” he asked, stretching his back this way and that.
Oliver almost suggested a bath but knowing their luck they'd fall asleep in the water. Not to mention their bathtub was way too small for them to both fit in comfortably. Maybe, after all of this was over, if they decided to stay in Point Pleasant they could look for a nicer house. The thought was a welcome one, which was strange given how badly he wished he could take Diego and Haisley away from this place. He must be really loopy at this point. "I think that sounds perfect," Oliver murmured. "Let's lay down naked too... just because if we get to sleep I think I'll want to make love to you when we wake up." They had to sleep soon. They had to. If they didn't, it would get dangerous. Oliver was trying to think of how to deal with it, but all they could really do is hope Haisley could drive them somewhere and test the theory of it simply being the town causing the insomnia.
Diego didn’t want to be on his feet for long, but they unfortunately couldn’t both fit in the bathtub and they lacked a hot tub to retire to for a soak. There was less chance of drowning in a shower, too. He just wanted to stand under some hot water and let it soak in a bit, maybe ease the tired tension in his neck and shoulders, then get comfortable with his man and try to rest even if they couldn’t sleep. Oliver’s words made him grin in spite of everything, and he gave his eyebrows a flirtatious bounce. “I’m holding you to that promise, darling,” he said, reaching for Oliver’s arm to gently pull him up to his feet too. Diego slipped his arm around Oliver’s waist and led the way toward their bathroom so they could hurry up and get to the naked part. If they had to be awake and miserable, at least they could do it nude.
Oliver's head felt kind of swimmy when they stood but he managed to stay upright as they walked to the bathroom. Even if they were both exhausted he had to admit getting into a hot shower with his nude boyfriend was incredibly appealing. The bathroom wasn't the most spacious, but they both fit comfortably as Oliver shut the door behind him and began to strip off his clothes. "If this is townwide, I wonder why Haisley is sleeping," Oliver murmured, reaching down to tug off his socks. "It has to be random, right?" Or maybe it was just slowly fading away and everyone would be asleep soon. Oliver was imagining Sleeping Beauty, only... all over Point Pleasant.
“I dunno, that’s why I thought she might be faking,” Diego said as he started to pull his own clothes off. Maybe she was trying to fake it ‘til she made it, as people said. Once he was down to his boxers, Diego reached into the shower to get the water running so it could warm up. “Maybe the young are recovering faster from whatever it was? I don’t know. We could wonder until we pass out and just never know.” God, he hoped that would be the case. Diego would be fine with the mystery as long as it stopped. He pushed his underwear down and stepped out of it, then paused and cocked his head a bit. It sounded like someone was talking on the other side of the bathroom door, out in the hall, just a low murmur underneath the white noise of the water. Was Haisley up? Diego tried to concentrate on the sound, but then it faded away, so he mentally shrugged it off and stuck his hand in the water to test the temperature before climbing in.
"The young." Oliver groaned as he unbuttoned his pants. "Are we so old?" Though if it meant Haisley was sleeping and not going through what they were, he would deal with that implication. He would much rather there be people in town who were well rested than the majority of them feeling like he did. It had the potential to get dangerous. He noted the way Diego paused, like he was listening for something, and Oliver tried to do the same, though there was nothing but the running water in his ears. "You okay?" he asked, nudging his pants and underwear away with his foot before following Diego into the shower. "You think Haisley is up?"
“I don’t think so ... just thought I heard something,” Diego told him, tilting his head back into the water to get his hair wet. The rushing sound of it in his skull was a little strange, like he’d never heard it before even though he’d taken thousands of showers. He tried to ignore it as he got rinsed off, then shuffled to make room for Oliver. Diego reached for the shampoo bottle, but his hand got distracted on the way, running down Oliver’s side and hip. He was so gorgeous and touchable, even when Diego was physically miserable. “I sure feel old, right now,” he murmured, the thought belatedly crossing his mind.
Oliver hummed softly and shifted into the water. It felt really good. Relaxing. He dipped his head back and rubbed his hands over his face. If he couldn't sleep, maybe he could wake himself up a bit more. Be more alert. "You're definitely not old," Oliver said, once he dropped his hands from his face. He reached out to slip them around Diego's waist, stepping in to nuzzle his man's neck. "You only feel old because you're tired. It'll pass." Lifting his face, he pressed a kiss to Diego's lips. "Want me to wash your back?" He would take any excuse to get his soapy hands on Diego's body and he had to admit, this was a nice distraction from their plight.
Diego let Oliver draw him in like he was so good at doing, smiling faintly before he kissed him back. This had better pass. Could someone die of sleep deprivation? Diego knew it certainly wasn’t healthy, so he was pretty sure that death was possible eventually. Insanity came first though. Everything felt a little weird and surreal and swimmy, but Diego thought they were still far away from that. He hoped, anyway. He hummed an affirmative sound and turned around so Oliver could do just that, leaning one shoulder against the tile wall of the shower. He closed his eyes and listened to the rushing water and tried to let it soothe him.
Oliver grabbed the soap to lather it between his hands before sliding them over Diego's back. If he could massage his partner to sleep, he would, but Oliver figured if nothing else had worked, this probably wouldn't. A shadow in the corner of Oliver's eye drew his attention and his hands paused on Diego's lower back before he yanked the shower curtain back, almost expecting to see Haisley standing there. Which made no sense, considering she was in bed and she would never walk in on them in the shower anyway. But the bathroom was empty and Oliver instantly felt silly. "Sorry," he murmured to Diego, pulling the shower curtain back into place. "I thought I saw... it seemed like someone was in here with us."
He wasn’t quite dozing off, but Oliver’s hands on Diego’s back had lulled him into a little trance. The sudden noise of the shower curtain startled him, his body jerking a bit as he looked around with alarm. Even though he hadn’t seen anything himself, for a split second he expected someone to be standing there too. It was a relief to see an empty bathroom. “It’s okay,” he murmured, half-turning and reaching back to put a hand on Oliver, his brow furrowed. “You okay? -- wait, don’t answer that, dumb question.” Of course he wasn’t, neither of them were okay. Diego’s thoughts were coming slow and sluggish, and he gave a little groan as he rubbed at his face. “It’s okay,” he repeated.
Oliver nodded, because he knew it was probably his sleep deprived brain, but still. "Hallucinations don't generally plague people until they've been awake for... longer than we've been." It was hard to form coherent sentences anymore. "I overreacted," he said after a moment and with a slow, sleepy smile. "I'm sorry. Let me finish washing your back." Oliver knew it had been relaxing for Diego and he felt bad at the sudden interruption. He was just letting the exhaustion go to his head. Once they were in bed and curled around one another, things would get better. Maybe they would even fall asleep.
The word ‘hallucinations’ was worrisome. Diego didn’t think he’d ever hallucinated before, at least as far as he knew, though he knew it was possible with sleep deprivation. He frowned vaguely, getting more concerned for their situation even if he couldn’t quite explain why with words. He wondered what that could mean, if this process was accelerated somehow, if they were being experimented on. It was all too hard to think about, and he just wanted the comfort of feeling Oliver’s hands on him, so Diego nodded and turned back around, taking up his former position. As he stood there, listening to the rushing sound of water, he thought he heard some murmuring again. Or whispers in the white noise of the spray. Diego told himself it couldn’t be anything. Just his exhausted imagination.
Hallucinations were worrisome. Especially as Oliver was fairly certain they shouldn't be experiencing any of them. Not right now. Maybe if they were awake for another day or so, but please Lord, let that not happen. Oliver went back to washing Diego's back, though it turned into a light massage more than anything else. With AIR so near, he couldn't help but wonder if this was all part of some plan. Gassing the town somehow. Making people hallucinate. Seeing how long it took people to lose their sanity. Just the possibility made Oliver want to wake up Haisley, if she was indeed sleeping, to drive them out of town. He knew there was a motel near the highway, by the strip club and some of those fast food restaurants. Oliver was already formulating a plan in his head... just in case. He pressed a kiss between Diego's shoulder blades. "We're leaving tomorrow afternoon if this continues," he murmured. "Not for good... but for... as long as it takes for this to be over. I don't have a good feeling about this at all and I want you both safe."
Would they even be lucid by tomorrow afternoon? Diego didn’t know. The contrast between the soothing feeling of Oliver’s strong fingers on his back and the way he was talking made Diego feel a bit unreal, like he was having a strange dream. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore, wanted to ignore it and just go lie down, but he knew that probably wasn’t helpful. He was just so tired, and he didn’t like Oliver worrying so much, even if it was for a good reason. “Okay,” he said. The thought crossed his mind that maybe AIR was using this to drive them out of town? What if they were waiting, had roadblocks set up, or ... something. Diego wasn’t going to suggest that out loud, though. Instead he turned around and cupped Oliver’s jaw, trying to ignore the way his face didn’t make sense for a split second as he leaned in to kiss his forehead. “It’s a plan then. When Haisley wakes up, we’ll drive away and see if we can sleep. Then stay away if it works, until we can sleep here, yes? Okay. But now I need you to try to relax, because you’ll never sleep if you don’t stop stressing. Turn around.” Diego let him go and reached for the soap, intent on washing Oliver’s back in return.
Oliver chuckled. It was near impossible to relax in a situation like this, but he had a feeling that perhaps his stress was causing Diego stress and Oliver didn't want to do that. Especially if Diego had less control over his ability when he wasn't fully in control of himself. The last thing they needed was Diego's ability going haywire in a town that was already having difficulty. But he was grateful that Diego was on board with Oliver's plan. Hopefully Haisley would be too. "I'm sorry," he murmured as he turned away as Diego instructed. "I just worry about you, and this. I wish I could shut it off, but I can't. It always feels like the other shoe is going to drop and there's nothing I can do about it."
Diego usually had a deep well of patience for Oliver’s anxiety. He had some of his own, of course, he wasn’t oblivious to the danger of the situations they got into ... he was just naturally less inclined to stress about it so much. Being so tired was obviously having a negative effect on Oliver’s capacity for worry, which wasn’t too surprising. Diego was just less capable of not letting it get to him too, at the moment. He got a good lather up on his hands and started to wash Oliver’s back, following his lead and turning it into something of a massage. He was tense. “I know, my love,” he murmured in return. “Just keep the faith that we will get through whatever this is. It’s a good sign that Haisley is sleeping. You can not control the big shoes, you just have to be hard to squash. We are like cockroaches.” Diego let out a little snicker as he firmly rubbed Oliver’s shoulders with his thumbs.
Oliver groaned in appreciation at the feel of Oliver's hands on his shoulders. At least he could still feel pleasure. "Are you really comparing us to cockroaches?" He laughed softly. "There has to be a cuter insect that's just as hard to kill..." He knew that his anxiety could grow wearisome for Diego, even if his man never made him feel badly for it. But they had spent the majority of their lives running and always looking over their shoulders. It was difficult to turn it off, no matter how long they had been living in Point Pleasant. Especially when things like this happened. He would never forgive himself for not acting if Diego or Haisley got hurt. "Your hands are heaven, by the way."
At least that groan was a good sound, and Diego smiled faintly as he kept rubbing Oliver’s shoulders. If he couldn’t coax him to relax on the inside, maybe he could make his body more tired and inclined to sleep. That was the vague hope, at least. Diego knew that if this truly was some supernatural or AIR-driven event, there wasn’t much they could do to alleviate it. “Even ugly things have lessons to teach,” he murmured. He couldn’t sound terribly wise at the moment, given how tired he was, but it was true. “And I know,” he added as he slid his fingers firmly down Oliver’s back. Diego pressed a kiss against the back of his wet hair and massaged his way to Oliver’s hips as he stepped in a little closer, letting one palm wander further around the front of Oliver’s body. “Bet I can make you forget about it for a little while,” he murmured.
His body was definitely relaxing and Oliver was pushing away the thoughts of AIR so he could focus solely on how good Diego's hands felt on him. If he actually thought it might happen, he would have been worried about falling asleep upright at this point. A smile played at his lips when Oliver felt Diego's hand sliding around to his front. Despite how exhausted his mind was, his body seemed to become alert at the touch. Diego had always had that effect on him. "How are you going to go about that?" he asked, resting his head back against Diego's shoulder.
Diego pressed his temple against Oliver’s, smiling some himself as he rubbed the front of Oliver’s hips and the tops of his thighs. He spread his stance a little on the tub floor and urged his man to lean back on him some. The hot water wouldn’t be endless, but this shower was more about feeling better than getting clean anyway. Diego paused to get a bit more soap on his palms, then spread the suds around Oliver’s groin in a gentle massage while he turned his head to press a few lazy kisses against the side of his neck. “Something like this,” he murmured, one hand dipping a bit lower to caress Oliver’s balls. Diego didn’t have anything elaborate in mind, but stroking his man off in the shower would be nicely distracting for him too.
Oliver didn't need elaborate right now. This was more than good enough for him, feeling Diego's hands on his body and his lips on Oliver's neck. It was relaxing and arousing at the same time and a soft noise formed in his throat when he felt Diego's hand on his balls. Despite his exhaustion, his cock was coming to life and while his own hand itched to reach down and stroke, it felt good to ignore it for now and let Diego do whatever it was he wanted to do. "This is nice," he said, only vaguely aware of the words when he spoke them.
He sounded so doped up, it made Diego smile faintly. That was the kind of relaxation he was going for. He just hoped it would help some. He softly hummed an acknowledgement to that, but didn’t feel the need to respond with words, his fingers teasing for another moment or two as he felt Oliver gradually get hard. At least that bodily function was still working. Diego nuzzled at his earlobe, and let out a soft sigh as he finally wrapped his fingers around Oliver’s cock. His strokes started out slow and loose, coaxing Oliver into full hardness before he tightened his grip a bit. Diego kept touching him with his free hand, spreading suds upward to lightly pinch and rub at one nipple.
The insomnia, and AIR, was far from his mind now. All Oliver could feel was Diego's hands, deftly pulling pleasure from the uncertainty and exhaustion of the evening. The soft sounds he made began to grow into low moans and Oliver reached back with one hand to grip Diego's hip. He honestly hadn't thought he would be up for this an hour ago, but apparently his body had other ideas. Maybe it would help. Even if it didn't, at least it felt amazing, and would it really be so bad to feel some semblance of pleasure at a time like this? "It feels wonderful," Oliver breathed, not entirely sure if he had already said that or not. It was like he was sinking into a dream, hovering on that line between asleep and awake. It was intoxicating and a bit trippy, but it certainly wasn't frightening. Having Diego there anchored him somehow and his fingers tightened on Diego's hip.
Under normal circumstances, touching his man so intimately and giving him pleasure, hearing his moans and the strain in his voice, would have had Diego hard as a rock within a minute or two. His body felt sluggish and tired now though, slow to respond to anything as it struggled with staying running on such a lack of sleep. He was fine with that, unconcerned about himself, because just focusing on Oliver was helping him, too. Diego wasn’t hearing any voices anymore, just the rush of the shower water and Oliver’s soft groans. “It does,” he murmured next to Oliver’s ear, stroking him a bit faster. “I love the way you feel in my hand, lover ...” The only words he could muster were simple truths, and even if it wasn’t eloquent sexy talk, Diego hoped Oliver enjoyed hearing it. He squeezed Oliver’s cock tighter for a few firm strokes, his hand twisting a bit as it passed over the sensitive head.
It was too difficult to concentrate on anything right now. Oliver was awash in so many strange emotions that he had to reach up with his free hand to place it against the shower wall as not to fall over. Even with so little sleep, Diego was still masterful at stroking Oliver's cock, drawing those moans from him until his body began to tense with overwhelming pleasure. Diego could have said anything with that rough sexiness in his tone and Oliver would have been on the edge. "Just like that," he murmured, dropping his hand to cover Diego’s, although he didn't guide him or anything. He just needed to be able to touch his man right now. "I'm close..."
Diego didn’t really need the warning, he could feel how close Oliver was by the tension in his form and the way he was breathing. He knew his man just as well as he knew himself, and he loved having Oliver in this position, helpless against the pleasure Diego was giving him, riding that edge for as long as Diego wanted. Though at the moment, edging him would be cruel, so Diego didn’t slow down or change his grip. There was no need for some long drawn out thing tonight, he didn’t think either of them had the energy for it. Diego let out a low groan into Oliver’s ear before he gave the lobe a nibble, speeding up his strokes a tiny bit as he slipped his free arm more fully around Oliver’s chest to make him feel secure. “Come for me, Oliver,” he murmured, saying his name with obvious relish.
It wouldn't have taken him all that long regardless, but Diego's voice in his ear was absolute heaven. Everything in his core seemed to tighten up before the pleasure exploded, leaving him trembling as he spilled over Diego's hand. Groaning low in his throat, it felt like he could gladly melt into a puddle at Diego's feet. If this wouldn't put him to sleep, he didn't know what could. Once he felt like he could, Oliver turned around to face Diego, slipping his arms around his man's waist to pull him close. "I love you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Diego's lips before smiling. "You and your magic hands."
He grinned faintly as he felt Oliver stiffen in his arms. Inflicting that much pleasure on his man always took Diego out of his own head, even when he wasn’t getting any of it himself, and it was nice to guide him through it, slowing his strokes down until Oliver stopped shivering. Diego smiled at him when he turned around, and draped his arms around Oliver’s shoulders. “I just can’t keep them off of you, love,” he murmured back, nuzzling his nose against Oliver’s with his own smile. “You’re too sexy for your own good. Want to try to lie down now? Maybe the sex magic will help us.” Diego let out a soft chuckle.
"Sex magic." Oliver chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to Diego's lips. He felt so bone tired but also satisfied and it was such an odd combination to be awash in. "Let's try to sleep... and if we can, when we wake up, I'll give you a proper thanks for that." He wanted to do it now but with the sleep deprivation and the orgasm, Oliver felt ready to fall over. Literally. "Do you want to wash your hair or do that later?" It wasn't like they had anywhere to go, at least not anytime soon. Somehow all of that stuff seemed unimportant considering their situation.
Oliver at least seemed happier, so Diego felt like he’d done a good job. It was really indicative of how tired he was that he wasn’t even hard after getting Oliver off, and he hoped his lover knew that it was the insomnia, not him. Diego was totally fine with holding off on his own satisfaction. He just wanted to stretch out with his man and hopefully sleep. “Later,” he answered, planting one more quick kiss against Oliver’s lips. Diego let him go so they could turn the shower off and get out. He didn’t have the energy to wash anything more. His arms seemed to weigh a thousand pounds a piece as he dried off in the bathroom, and Diego was still a bit damp when he shuffled to their bed and collapsed face down into it with a groan. “I hate this,” he muttered into the mattress.
"I hate it too," Oliver murmured, reaching out to rub his hand over Diego's back. "But if Haisley really is sleeping that might mean we'll be sleeping soon too." It was wishful thinking but he wanted to stay optimistic. Oliver scooted in close to press a kiss to Diego's shoulder as well. "Just try to relax..." Easier said than done when one couldn't sleep. But all they could do was lay there and be together and hope this passed soon. Oliver hated to think of what could happen if it didn't. "I love you," he said, hoping that the soft rubbing of Diego's back would help him in some way.
It was a soothing sensation, and Diego shifted around a bit until he was more comfortable, his head pillowed on his arms. “I love you too, my darling,” he murmured. He sighed softly and did his best to relax and think sleepy thoughts. He tried to remember his favorite places to take naps with Oliver in their long travel history, like dozing off on a beach blanket on the California coast with the afternoon sun warming their legs and the sound of the waves endlessly rolling in ... Diego could almost hear them. No, he could hear them. Or was that static? A low murmur of voices joined the sound and his head lifted and twisted a bit toward their closed bedroom door. “Do you hear that?” he whispered.
Oliver kept his hand moving, though his eyes had closed. He wasn't sleeping but it did feel nice to be laying down and struggling not to worry too much about what was really going on. Being near Diego certainly helped. At least this way he wasn't seeing things move out of the corner of his eyes. Diego's voice startled him from the brainless zoning out he was sinking into and Oliver squinted his eyes open. "Hear what?" The only thing he heard was their breathing and the hum of the heat and the soft creaks of their house.
That answer probably meant he didn’t, because the mumble-static was getting louder to Diego. He couldn’t even properly describe what he was hearing -- or probably not actually hearing, it was just his poor tired brain going fucky. “Just ... voices. Voices and white noise,” Diego muttered. He groaned and pressed his face into the sheets, groping for a pillow to pull over his head. It didn’t muffle anything, which was another sign that the sounds weren’t actually there. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed that it would just fade out again and go away, because he’d been starting to relax, and so had Oliver. Across the room, their laundry basket lifted up off the ground and thunked softly back down.
"I don't hear anything. It's just the sleep deprivation," Oliver said, wincing a little when he saw the laundry basket float briefly. "It's okay..." The last thing they needed was Diego's ability to go haywire due to his exhaustion. That was just another terrifying possibility and Oliver continued to rub his partner's back, hoping it would help relax him even if Oliver couldn't quite make those auditory hallucinations go away. "Do you want me to put on some quiet music? I don't know if that'll help any but maybe it'll distract you from the noise..."
Diego almost snapped that he knew it was the sleep deprivation, but that was totally uncalled for and he knew it. He was just exhausted and frustrated and it was making him feel snappy inside. Oliver didn’t deserve to feel that. He hadn’t even noticed the laundry basket blip. Under the pillow, he took some deep quiet breaths through his nose, counting the seconds on the inhale and exhale while the static kept buzzing in his brain, then nodded a little. “Yeah, maybe that’ll help,” he muttered. “... if you don’t mind.”
"I don't mind." He wouldn't have offered otherwise. Oliver pulled away, his muscles feeling heavy and his eyes closing to fight off the brief bout of dizziness. Fumbling for his phone on the nightstand he finally gripped it and squinted against the bright screen before pulling up a mellow playlist. He kept the volume at a comfortable level and set his phone back down before stretching out beside Diego again. Hopefully it would soothe Diego a bit and Oliver wouldn't start worrying about the loss of gravity in the house... or in town. Oliver rested his hand gently against Diego's back again and took a deep breath himself, closing his eyes to try and stop the shadows he kept seeing from the corners of his eyes.
He almost wanted to cry, he was so tired. Diego honestly didn’t know how people stayed up for hours on end on drug binges without completely losing their minds. Or maybe they did, who was he to say? Diego turned onto his side after a moment of just lying there listlessly, slipping his arm around Oliver’s side. He shifted around until he could press their foreheads together, and let out a soft sigh. The music was a good choice, and rather than try to talk, Diego let himself drift along with the melodies, and tried to think of anything but going to sleep, as if he could sneak up on it from the side. All they could do was wait and hope and try to rest together.