C is for Cookie and Spilled Milk
Title: C is for Cookie and Spilled Milk
Author: Viv
Genre: humour, fluff/smutt
Rating: PG/R-ish
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: His squeaking voice is another sign of his embarrassment. [standalone. Two possible endings.]
“C is for cookie, it’s good enough for me! Hey! C is for cookie, it’s good enough for me! Hey! C is for cookie, it’s good enough for ME! OH! COOKIE, COOKIE, COOKIE STARTS with C!”
And that’s the first thing you hear when you open the door to your apartment, holding bags of grocery and blinking in shock.
There’s no sign of your friend in the living room so you’re guessing he’s either in the bedroom the two of you share or in the bathroom, singing under the shower. You grin at the picture conjured at that thought and kick the door close, welcoming the cooler air that the AC provided before making your to the kitchen.
When you get there however, you can only stand and stare, eyes wide in surprised at the shirtless figure sitting on a stool, shoulders slightly hunched over the counter. Your best friend is eagerly dipping an Oreo into a glass of milk before throwing the entire cookie into his open mouth while still singing, pausing only to chew and swallow before picking back up at where he stopped and repeating the whole process.
You watch him for a moment, fascinated by his childish and cheery mood and actions, as your bafflement turns to amusement.
‘God… What a dork!’
You grin and watch as he stands up, picking up the bag of Oreos and his glass of milk as he slowly makes his way around the island and heads into your direction.
When he finally looks up and sees you, you cannot stop the bag of cookies falling to the floor, quickly followed by the glass of milk that slips from your band mate’s hand.
He looks down at the mess and then back up at you before looking down at his feet again, blushing furiously. His squeaking voice is another sign of his embarrassment.
“How long have you been there?”
You giggle and that’s all the answer he needs to know that you’ve seen and heard enough to find this situation hilarious instead of being pissed at him for spilling milk on the kitchen’s tiled floor. His cheeks turn an even darker shade of red and you can no longer hold yourself back from laughing out loud.
You take a few steps into the kitchen and drop the grocery bags on the table of the dining area before turning back around and reaching over to the counter to grab the roll of paper towel. Ripping off a few sheets, you hand the roll to your friend and then lean down to pick up the plastic-thank-God-it’s-not-made-of-glass cup and throw it into the sink before dropping down on your knees and bending down to wipe off as much milk from the floor as possible.
A moment later and you realize that he’s still standing there, frozen to his spot with milk slowly spreading out around his sneakers. You look up to see him staring at you, blue eyes incredibly wide.
A small chuckle escapes your lips and you grin, raising an eyebrow. You reach out and tug at the bottom of his dickies.
“Allo?”
He blinks at you a few times and his cheeks turn an interesting shade of red again.
“Are you gonna help me clean up the mess you just made?”
A few more seconds and he finally starts kneeling down before you… and right into the growing puddle of spilled milk that slowly sips into his pant legs. You blink in bemusement at the lack of reaction from your roommate.
“Seb!”
Your voice seems to snap him out of his daze and he suddenly realizes what just happened. You stand up quickly as you grab his hand to pull him along, laughing while he cusses under his breath.
“Crisse d’imbécile! Enlève tes pantalons and be careful as to not drip milk anywhere else! Go clean yourself!” [Damn idiot! Take off your pants and…]
Sebastien nods at you, though his gaze his still directed at your feet. You let go of his hand and reach up to tilt his head up.
When he finally takes the hint, he unbuttons his pants and opens his fly before trying to slip his pants off but the task is a bit hard due to the fact that the pant legs are soaked to his knees and he still had his shoes and socks on. It takes more than a few tugs for the young guitarist to get his pants down.
You watch on, eyebrow raised in amusement, as he also starts backing away from you but your expression quickly changes to horror when your band mate hits the forgotten bag of Oreos and stumbles backward.
“Sébastien!”
You reach out and grab his hand, intending to help him regain balance, but instead you lurch forward as he unintentionally pulls down with him because he is heavier than you are.
You find yourself sprawled over a warm body lying in a large puddle of milk and there is two very, very, very blue eyes looking straight into your brown ones as you remain completely motionless. You can feel his breath against your cheek.
[There's now two possible endings]
Ending 1:
You can then feel something poking at your crotch and suddenly remember that your friend now only has his boxers on and your eyes widen in shock yet you remain there still.
And before it even registers in your mind, his mouth his against yours or yours against his and you both part your lips and your tongue meets his or is it his meeting yours but you frankly don’t care anymore because you don’t remember having got aroused this quickly and this much. Your body is burning up and asking for more.
Your fingers thread through his dark hair and you suddenly realize that your t-shirt has already been removed and discarded and his hands are roaming over your overheated skin, caressing your back and sides.
He abruptly bucks his hips up against yours and you gasp at the bulge on the front his boxers hits your crotch area. You can now feel your painfully jeans-confined erection growing.
“David…”
Hearing him moan your name drives you crazy and you quickly push back down against him, your covered arousal meeting his as he lifts his hips up again. You parted lips fit perfectly into each others’ for another heated kiss.
Sebastien urgently tugs at your pants and you take the hint, trying to slide them off as quickly as possible.
A moment later and your shoes and socks are gone and it’s only Sebastien in his boxers and you in yours.
There’s a warm puddle of spilled milk and a cold tiled floor beneath the two of you but really, who cares anymore?
Ending 2:
And then you suddenly remember that your friend has nothing else but his boxers on right now, since sneakers and socks didn’t really change much in this awkward situation.
You are still staring down at Sebastien, one palm pressed against his smooth warm chest and the other hand gripping into his arm as you push yourself up slightly.
Your mind suddenly flips around and you drop your face close to him again, your noses almost bumping and your mouth are hovering above his, your breaths mingling together this time.
Before you even realize what you are doing, you press your lips against his parted ones. You fingers tighten around his arm and barely a few seconds later you slowly start pulling away when you feel a warm, firm but careful grip at the back of your head pushing you back down. It registers in your mind that it is the boy beneath who is kissing you back this time.
When you both pull away from each other a short moment later, you just stare at one another. No words are spoken as you get up and help him stand.
You then take off your shoes and jump out of them to not get your socks wet before heading out of the kitchen and walking down the hallway to the bathroom to get a towel.
When you are back into the kitchen, your younger friend has taken his sneakers off and his soaked socks were hanging in his hand. There is milk dripping down his back from his hair and you can’t help but grin fondly at the sight.
Seb turns around as your foot hits the tiled floor and you grin slips and is replaced with a blank expression. You walk closer to him but still carefully avoid the spilled milk as you hand him the towel.
He nods his head as you turn around and grab the roll of paper towel again and lean down to slowly start wiping the floor as he wipes himself.
“Hey David?”
You look up at him and take notice of his body language. He looks uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed.
Suddenly his facial expression changes and his eyes brighten to a soft glow. His lips curve up into a warm smile.
And your heart flutters lightly.
You smile back at him, a smile that only he could get out of you.
It was nothing, really, just a mere and brief contact of lips on lips.
But it was still a kiss. It was chaste but warm and sweet.
And when Sebastien had smiled at you, you knew it had meant something to him too.
---
August 1, 2004
[Let me explain myself... I originally came up with one ending but was somehow more and more dissatisfied as I kept re-reading it. I then decided to change it completely.
I typed out a second ending just today, without writing it out first... and it somehow just seemed to be a better suited ending than the original and one that was more possible/plausible with this fic.
The original ending, however, I still kept it due to the fact that I didn't want it to go to waste... and because lovestephenking insisted that I keet it. I went with it also and also added edited it many times to finally be satisfied with it. And so I hope the first ending is 'racy' enough for you, Claire. XD
Up to you guys to tell me one you prefered, unless you liked both equally.]
Author: Viv
Genre: humour, fluff/smutt
Rating: PG/R-ish
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: His squeaking voice is another sign of his embarrassment. [standalone. Two possible endings.]
“C is for cookie, it’s good enough for me! Hey! C is for cookie, it’s good enough for me! Hey! C is for cookie, it’s good enough for ME! OH! COOKIE, COOKIE, COOKIE STARTS with C!”
And that’s the first thing you hear when you open the door to your apartment, holding bags of grocery and blinking in shock.
There’s no sign of your friend in the living room so you’re guessing he’s either in the bedroom the two of you share or in the bathroom, singing under the shower. You grin at the picture conjured at that thought and kick the door close, welcoming the cooler air that the AC provided before making your to the kitchen.
When you get there however, you can only stand and stare, eyes wide in surprised at the shirtless figure sitting on a stool, shoulders slightly hunched over the counter. Your best friend is eagerly dipping an Oreo into a glass of milk before throwing the entire cookie into his open mouth while still singing, pausing only to chew and swallow before picking back up at where he stopped and repeating the whole process.
You watch him for a moment, fascinated by his childish and cheery mood and actions, as your bafflement turns to amusement.
‘God… What a dork!’
You grin and watch as he stands up, picking up the bag of Oreos and his glass of milk as he slowly makes his way around the island and heads into your direction.
When he finally looks up and sees you, you cannot stop the bag of cookies falling to the floor, quickly followed by the glass of milk that slips from your band mate’s hand.
He looks down at the mess and then back up at you before looking down at his feet again, blushing furiously. His squeaking voice is another sign of his embarrassment.
“How long have you been there?”
You giggle and that’s all the answer he needs to know that you’ve seen and heard enough to find this situation hilarious instead of being pissed at him for spilling milk on the kitchen’s tiled floor. His cheeks turn an even darker shade of red and you can no longer hold yourself back from laughing out loud.
You take a few steps into the kitchen and drop the grocery bags on the table of the dining area before turning back around and reaching over to the counter to grab the roll of paper towel. Ripping off a few sheets, you hand the roll to your friend and then lean down to pick up the plastic-thank-God-it’s-not-made-of-glass cup and throw it into the sink before dropping down on your knees and bending down to wipe off as much milk from the floor as possible.
A moment later and you realize that he’s still standing there, frozen to his spot with milk slowly spreading out around his sneakers. You look up to see him staring at you, blue eyes incredibly wide.
A small chuckle escapes your lips and you grin, raising an eyebrow. You reach out and tug at the bottom of his dickies.
“Allo?”
He blinks at you a few times and his cheeks turn an interesting shade of red again.
“Are you gonna help me clean up the mess you just made?”
A few more seconds and he finally starts kneeling down before you… and right into the growing puddle of spilled milk that slowly sips into his pant legs. You blink in bemusement at the lack of reaction from your roommate.
“Seb!”
Your voice seems to snap him out of his daze and he suddenly realizes what just happened. You stand up quickly as you grab his hand to pull him along, laughing while he cusses under his breath.
“Crisse d’imbécile! Enlève tes pantalons and be careful as to not drip milk anywhere else! Go clean yourself!” [Damn idiot! Take off your pants and…]
Sebastien nods at you, though his gaze his still directed at your feet. You let go of his hand and reach up to tilt his head up.
When he finally takes the hint, he unbuttons his pants and opens his fly before trying to slip his pants off but the task is a bit hard due to the fact that the pant legs are soaked to his knees and he still had his shoes and socks on. It takes more than a few tugs for the young guitarist to get his pants down.
You watch on, eyebrow raised in amusement, as he also starts backing away from you but your expression quickly changes to horror when your band mate hits the forgotten bag of Oreos and stumbles backward.
“Sébastien!”
You reach out and grab his hand, intending to help him regain balance, but instead you lurch forward as he unintentionally pulls down with him because he is heavier than you are.
You find yourself sprawled over a warm body lying in a large puddle of milk and there is two very, very, very blue eyes looking straight into your brown ones as you remain completely motionless. You can feel his breath against your cheek.
[There's now two possible endings]
Ending 1:
You can then feel something poking at your crotch and suddenly remember that your friend now only has his boxers on and your eyes widen in shock yet you remain there still.
And before it even registers in your mind, his mouth his against yours or yours against his and you both part your lips and your tongue meets his or is it his meeting yours but you frankly don’t care anymore because you don’t remember having got aroused this quickly and this much. Your body is burning up and asking for more.
Your fingers thread through his dark hair and you suddenly realize that your t-shirt has already been removed and discarded and his hands are roaming over your overheated skin, caressing your back and sides.
He abruptly bucks his hips up against yours and you gasp at the bulge on the front his boxers hits your crotch area. You can now feel your painfully jeans-confined erection growing.
“David…”
Hearing him moan your name drives you crazy and you quickly push back down against him, your covered arousal meeting his as he lifts his hips up again. You parted lips fit perfectly into each others’ for another heated kiss.
Sebastien urgently tugs at your pants and you take the hint, trying to slide them off as quickly as possible.
A moment later and your shoes and socks are gone and it’s only Sebastien in his boxers and you in yours.
There’s a warm puddle of spilled milk and a cold tiled floor beneath the two of you but really, who cares anymore?
Ending 2:
And then you suddenly remember that your friend has nothing else but his boxers on right now, since sneakers and socks didn’t really change much in this awkward situation.
You are still staring down at Sebastien, one palm pressed against his smooth warm chest and the other hand gripping into his arm as you push yourself up slightly.
Your mind suddenly flips around and you drop your face close to him again, your noses almost bumping and your mouth are hovering above his, your breaths mingling together this time.
Before you even realize what you are doing, you press your lips against his parted ones. You fingers tighten around his arm and barely a few seconds later you slowly start pulling away when you feel a warm, firm but careful grip at the back of your head pushing you back down. It registers in your mind that it is the boy beneath who is kissing you back this time.
When you both pull away from each other a short moment later, you just stare at one another. No words are spoken as you get up and help him stand.
You then take off your shoes and jump out of them to not get your socks wet before heading out of the kitchen and walking down the hallway to the bathroom to get a towel.
When you are back into the kitchen, your younger friend has taken his sneakers off and his soaked socks were hanging in his hand. There is milk dripping down his back from his hair and you can’t help but grin fondly at the sight.
Seb turns around as your foot hits the tiled floor and you grin slips and is replaced with a blank expression. You walk closer to him but still carefully avoid the spilled milk as you hand him the towel.
He nods his head as you turn around and grab the roll of paper towel again and lean down to slowly start wiping the floor as he wipes himself.
“Hey David?”
You look up at him and take notice of his body language. He looks uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed.
Suddenly his facial expression changes and his eyes brighten to a soft glow. His lips curve up into a warm smile.
And your heart flutters lightly.
You smile back at him, a smile that only he could get out of you.
It was nothing, really, just a mere and brief contact of lips on lips.
But it was still a kiss. It was chaste but warm and sweet.
And when Sebastien had smiled at you, you knew it had meant something to him too.
---
August 1, 2004
[Let me explain myself... I originally came up with one ending but was somehow more and more dissatisfied as I kept re-reading it. I then decided to change it completely.
I typed out a second ending just today, without writing it out first... and it somehow just seemed to be a better suited ending than the original and one that was more possible/plausible with this fic.
The original ending, however, I still kept it due to the fact that I didn't want it to go to waste... and because lovestephenking insisted that I keet it. I went with it also and also added edited it many times to finally be satisfied with it. And so I hope the first ending is 'racy' enough for you, Claire. XD
Up to you guys to tell me one you prefered, unless you liked both equally.]