More Mistletoe
Title: More Mistletoe
Author: Viv
Genre: humor, smutt, fluff.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/Sebastien, hints of Pierre/Patrick Chuck/Jeff
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: He would have to kiss me. [set somewhere between Christmas and New Year, companion to Mistletoe.]
Oh. Right. Sure.
No way in fucking hell, Langlois,
“But come on…”
There was no way I was going to kiss Seb.
“… mistletoe is…”
He would have to kiss me.
“… a part of the holiday tradition…”
Wait, where the heck did that come from?
“… beside, you know you’re, strangely enough, in love not with me but with him so…”
Nah, probably just my mind playing tricks on me.
“… you should just fuck each other already while I tape it and-”
I’m probably starting to get drunk.
“-get it over with since you’re…”
Drunk on one single can of coke? Maybe not.
…
“WHAT?!”
“Welcome back to earth, mister Desrosiers.”
“NO!”
“You’re shrieking.”
“NO!”
“Loud high-pitched screaming. Yup, I say it’s definitely shrieking.”
“NO!”
“See? Again.”
“I. Ah. He. Well. You. But. He. Then. GAH! NO!”
“Whatever happened to your vocabulary? You’re supposed to have perf-”
“VA CHIER CUNT-NHINGAM!” [fuck you]
“There ya go! You- QUOI?!” [what?!]
[…]
I’ll admit that watching the other guys swapping pits was rather arou-amusing! Um. Yeah.
Why am I here again? Oh, right, the drinks. Fridge. Open. There they are!
“Need a hand?”
Seb’s face is near mine as he peers into the open fridge and than looks expectantly at me.
“… what?”
He grins at me innocently before his gaze darts above our heads and back down to me. I look up briefly before lowering my eyes back to his face.
Blink.
Look up.
Look back down at him.
Look up.
Look down.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Blink once more.
…
“Sebastien? Why do you- why is there- what do you- MERDE, POURQUOI TIENS TU DU GUI AU-DESSUS DE NOUS?!” [fuck, why are you holding mistletoe above us?!]
The bastard just stares at me, his blue eyes shining in amusement, before is hand hovering above us reaches over the fridge while he simultaneously leans in towards me and meets my lips with his.
Oh my God… did I just feel his tongue on my lower lip?
“Bonne réponse ça?” [That a good answer?]
Mouth open. Mouth close. Open. Close. I’m barely able to back away from the fridge and close it before leaning back against the counter and gaping at him as he blushes furiously.
He takes a few steps towards me again, his demeanor no longer playful and amused but rather shy and hesitant. He slowly reaches out one hand and rests it on my shoulder before erasing the distance between our faces and our lips are sealed together for a short, brief moment.
The first ‘kiss’ from him had been more of a teasing from him but this one was- this one is a simple, quick, chaste sweet kiss that makes me smile when we part.
I suddenly realize that I have my arms around his shoulders and his are around my waist, elbows resting on the counter behind me. Seb lets out a small giggle- he giggles?- before leaning in again but I, on the other hand, have other plans for him.
Or at least, my body does. I grab the front of his t-shirt, turn us both around, haul him up against the fridge and with one hand still on his t-shirt, I yank him down as I silence him by practically smashing my lips on his right after he yelps.
Oh. Fuck. His leg. Is right between mine. On. My. Crotch.
And his arms are back around me, tightening his embrace each second, which only gives more pressure on- Oh. Shit.
As far as I’m concerned, I know he’s as excited as I am because we both just moaned- loudly, I’m surprised the rest of the guys haven’t come in running yet- and I can feel his arousal on my leg that’s pressed between- Oh, wow.
I’m in serious risk of losing control right now. Both of us are so hot right now that I think that Charles would probably faint if he walked in right now while Pierre and Jeff would run off screaming and Patrick would just whip out his camera and record everything to later blackmail us.
I’m not even supposed to like this.
It’s not supposed to feel this good.
I mean, it’s not the fact that I’m making out with a guy, because I’ve kissed a few guys here and there, we have all, but-
But this is my best friend I’m- I’m doing stuff with right now. Not only my best friend, but my male best friend and-
Ah. Oh. Mon. Dieu. [Oh. My. God.]
I don’t care. I don’t care anymore. Because this feels good. Feels great.
Feels right. Feels perfect. Like we should’ve done this long ago. Like we’ve always been together.
… Did he just grab my ass?
At this point all I know is the feeling of is chest against mine, his hands caressing me everywhere, our legs intertwined, his soft lips on mine and his motherfucking hot tongue meeting mine. Nothing else is important except him touching me and leaving my skin burning and me asking for more.
I’m practically ready to pull his shirt off when we both crash back down to earth and into Pat’s kitchen when we hear someone clearing their throat… I swear to God, I will rip it out from whoever that just interrupted us.
Oh. The guys. Staring at us.
Sebastien raises one hand and point up and I noticed his lips. Moist. Wet. Swollen.
Because of me.
I need more and yank him down before he can say anything and kiss him hard again, practically tongue-fucking his mouth as he eagerly gives me access to it.
A moment later and he pushes me back slightly before attacking my throat and my hands are under his t-shirt because I need to feel his skin, the warmth, the heat between his legs, him. Him.
Holy Jesus fucking Christ.
We’re being loud and we both know it and I’m surprised we aren’t fucking each others’ brains out yet but then again, a kitchen is not the best place even if it’s fucking hot.
I quickly glance back at the kitchen entrance only to see that Chuck and Jeff have disappeared and Pierre being pulled away by Patrick, both with very obvious arousal. Bet I know where they’re going.
“Fuck… Dahvid...”
“Mmmmm…” kiss him again.
“I mommmmmyeummmm…” pull back, although I really don’t want to.
"Mmmmm?"
“I- God, I- Jesuisgaipischuisenamouravectoimerde.” [I’mgayandi’inlovewithyoufuck. XD ]
“Pardon? T’es gai et tu- QUOI?!” [Sorry? You’re gay and you- WHAT?!]
“- suis en amour avec toi.” [- am in love with you.]
“WHAT?!”
“Patrick started this whole mistletoe thing because he knew I liked you.”
“Oh.”
“And well, I don’t think he expected to have other hook-ups either, himself included in there. His main, well, only goal was to get us together.”
“Oh.”
“And, well, I don’t think he was expecting us to… start out in the kitchen and going at it that quickly.”
“Oh.”
“Dave?”
“Mmmm?”
“Say something.”
“…”
“Tu m’inquiètes.” [You’re worrying me.]
“…”
“David?”
Kissing him is the only thing I can think of doing right.
And much much more… but that I’ll keep between Sebastien and me.
---
Finished April 10, 2004
Author: Viv
Genre: humor, smutt, fluff.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Simple Plan [music - band]
Pairing: David/Sebastien, hints of Pierre/Patrick Chuck/Jeff
Disclaimer: *shakes head* of course they're mine, like, DUH!
Summary: He would have to kiss me. [set somewhere between Christmas and New Year, companion to Mistletoe.]
Oh. Right. Sure.
No way in fucking hell, Langlois,
“But come on…”
There was no way I was going to kiss Seb.
“… mistletoe is…”
He would have to kiss me.
“… a part of the holiday tradition…”
Wait, where the heck did that come from?
“… beside, you know you’re, strangely enough, in love not with me but with him so…”
Nah, probably just my mind playing tricks on me.
“… you should just fuck each other already while I tape it and-”
I’m probably starting to get drunk.
“-get it over with since you’re…”
Drunk on one single can of coke? Maybe not.
…
“WHAT?!”
“Welcome back to earth, mister Desrosiers.”
“NO!”
“You’re shrieking.”
“NO!”
“Loud high-pitched screaming. Yup, I say it’s definitely shrieking.”
“NO!”
“See? Again.”
“I. Ah. He. Well. You. But. He. Then. GAH! NO!”
“Whatever happened to your vocabulary? You’re supposed to have perf-”
“VA CHIER CUNT-NHINGAM!” [fuck you]
“There ya go! You- QUOI?!” [what?!]
[…]
I’ll admit that watching the other guys swapping pits was rather arou-amusing! Um. Yeah.
Why am I here again? Oh, right, the drinks. Fridge. Open. There they are!
“Need a hand?”
Seb’s face is near mine as he peers into the open fridge and than looks expectantly at me.
“… what?”
He grins at me innocently before his gaze darts above our heads and back down to me. I look up briefly before lowering my eyes back to his face.
Blink.
Look up.
Look back down at him.
Look up.
Look down.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Blink once more.
…
“Sebastien? Why do you- why is there- what do you- MERDE, POURQUOI TIENS TU DU GUI AU-DESSUS DE NOUS?!” [fuck, why are you holding mistletoe above us?!]
The bastard just stares at me, his blue eyes shining in amusement, before is hand hovering above us reaches over the fridge while he simultaneously leans in towards me and meets my lips with his.
Oh my God… did I just feel his tongue on my lower lip?
“Bonne réponse ça?” [That a good answer?]
Mouth open. Mouth close. Open. Close. I’m barely able to back away from the fridge and close it before leaning back against the counter and gaping at him as he blushes furiously.
He takes a few steps towards me again, his demeanor no longer playful and amused but rather shy and hesitant. He slowly reaches out one hand and rests it on my shoulder before erasing the distance between our faces and our lips are sealed together for a short, brief moment.
The first ‘kiss’ from him had been more of a teasing from him but this one was- this one is a simple, quick, chaste sweet kiss that makes me smile when we part.
I suddenly realize that I have my arms around his shoulders and his are around my waist, elbows resting on the counter behind me. Seb lets out a small giggle- he giggles?- before leaning in again but I, on the other hand, have other plans for him.
Or at least, my body does. I grab the front of his t-shirt, turn us both around, haul him up against the fridge and with one hand still on his t-shirt, I yank him down as I silence him by practically smashing my lips on his right after he yelps.
Oh. Fuck. His leg. Is right between mine. On. My. Crotch.
And his arms are back around me, tightening his embrace each second, which only gives more pressure on- Oh. Shit.
As far as I’m concerned, I know he’s as excited as I am because we both just moaned- loudly, I’m surprised the rest of the guys haven’t come in running yet- and I can feel his arousal on my leg that’s pressed between- Oh, wow.
I’m in serious risk of losing control right now. Both of us are so hot right now that I think that Charles would probably faint if he walked in right now while Pierre and Jeff would run off screaming and Patrick would just whip out his camera and record everything to later blackmail us.
I’m not even supposed to like this.
It’s not supposed to feel this good.
I mean, it’s not the fact that I’m making out with a guy, because I’ve kissed a few guys here and there, we have all, but-
But this is my best friend I’m- I’m doing stuff with right now. Not only my best friend, but my male best friend and-
Ah. Oh. Mon. Dieu. [Oh. My. God.]
I don’t care. I don’t care anymore. Because this feels good. Feels great.
Feels right. Feels perfect. Like we should’ve done this long ago. Like we’ve always been together.
… Did he just grab my ass?
At this point all I know is the feeling of is chest against mine, his hands caressing me everywhere, our legs intertwined, his soft lips on mine and his motherfucking hot tongue meeting mine. Nothing else is important except him touching me and leaving my skin burning and me asking for more.
I’m practically ready to pull his shirt off when we both crash back down to earth and into Pat’s kitchen when we hear someone clearing their throat… I swear to God, I will rip it out from whoever that just interrupted us.
Oh. The guys. Staring at us.
Sebastien raises one hand and point up and I noticed his lips. Moist. Wet. Swollen.
Because of me.
I need more and yank him down before he can say anything and kiss him hard again, practically tongue-fucking his mouth as he eagerly gives me access to it.
A moment later and he pushes me back slightly before attacking my throat and my hands are under his t-shirt because I need to feel his skin, the warmth, the heat between his legs, him. Him.
Holy Jesus fucking Christ.
We’re being loud and we both know it and I’m surprised we aren’t fucking each others’ brains out yet but then again, a kitchen is not the best place even if it’s fucking hot.
I quickly glance back at the kitchen entrance only to see that Chuck and Jeff have disappeared and Pierre being pulled away by Patrick, both with very obvious arousal. Bet I know where they’re going.
“Fuck… Dahvid...”
“Mmmmm…” kiss him again.
“I mommmmmyeummmm…” pull back, although I really don’t want to.
"Mmmmm?"
“I- God, I- Jesuisgaipischuisenamouravectoimerde.” [I’mgayandi’inlovewithyoufuck. XD ]
“Pardon? T’es gai et tu- QUOI?!” [Sorry? You’re gay and you- WHAT?!]
“- suis en amour avec toi.” [- am in love with you.]
“WHAT?!”
“Patrick started this whole mistletoe thing because he knew I liked you.”
“Oh.”
“And well, I don’t think he expected to have other hook-ups either, himself included in there. His main, well, only goal was to get us together.”
“Oh.”
“And, well, I don’t think he was expecting us to… start out in the kitchen and going at it that quickly.”
“Oh.”
“Dave?”
“Mmmm?”
“Say something.”
“…”
“Tu m’inquiètes.” [You’re worrying me.]
“…”
“David?”
Kissing him is the only thing I can think of doing right.
And much much more… but that I’ll keep between Sebastien and me.
---
Finished April 10, 2004