One Shots|Dylan O'Brien

Sleep | Dylan

I laid down on my stomach at the foot of one of the beds on set and pulled out my phone while others filmed scenes at the end of the day.

"What are we looking at?" Dylan plopped himself next to me.

"Nothing." I switched the screen off and laying my face down on the covers. He moved his hand on my side and poked me, making me squirm.

"No." I said, muffled by the mattress, which of course he did it again.

I lifted my right hand and slapped his arm away.

I woke up and groggily looked around, most lights were already turned off.

"Crap." I mumbled, I stretched my legs and kicked the bed frame behind me, a moan in my ear made me jump, and and someones right arm around my waist tighten around me, pulling me closer to them.

"What the hell." I said loudly, looking at the arm, "Dammit. Dylan." I twisted trying to look at him but his face was buried in my hair and his grip around me made it impossible to move.

"Hey, wake up." I said, shaking his arm, "Think everyone ditched us."

"No." He grumbled in his sleep, "Five more..." and he snored into my hair.

I pulled on his arm without luck, if anything, his grip was starting to hurt my ribs.

"Get up!" I said loudly.

"What?" He propped himself up on his left elbow and looked around still very half asleep.

"You're hurting me." I said, finally catching his attention. He looked down at me in confusion his hair flattened on the side he slept on and the rest stuck up in random directions. I watched his eyes as he put two and two together, finally wide awake.

He pulled his arm away from me as if I had burned him.

"Shit. I'm sorry." he apologized as he sat up, as I got off the bed, straightening my shirt.

"It's fine, where is everyone?" I asked as I watched him trying to smooth out his hair without luck.

"I- I don't know. I knocked out." He said scratching the back of his neck and looking around, avoiding my eyes.

'Well obviously. Why did I ask?' I thought, picking up my phone and looking at the time.

"Wow." I said shoving my phone in my back pocket. "It's almost midnight."

"Seriously?" He asked, standing up next to me.

"Right?" I picked up my keys, "Might as well stay here. Was it too much trouble to wake us up?"

I looked in his direction, surprised that he didn't have anything to say. He stood much closer than I expected, I looked up to meet his brown eyes.
Without warning he leaned in and quickly kissed my lips.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Don't be." I whispered back, giving him permission.
He kissed me softly, and pulled me closer as I placed my hands on the back of his neck. I bit his bottom lip and pushed him back slightly; he bumped into the night stand and sent a prop lamp crashing loudly onto the floor.

"Dammit." I whispered as he laughed against my lips.

"Here." He said, lifting me up and laying me on the bed, climbing over me and kissing my jaw, down to my neck, and slipping his fingers under my shirt.

"Dylan." I said.

"Hmm." He said before biting my neck.

"Dylan." I repeaded, "Not here," I bit my lip as he looked into my eyes.

"Alright, " he smiled, helping me up, "Your place or mine?" He handed me my keys with a smirk.