Seven [PG13]
Title: Seven (for the lack of a more creative title)
Author: Alex Sorensen (ilytheira)
Summary: This is David's night.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own David or Michael. D: LOL.
Author's Note: The story is written in reverse order, and is (loosely? heavily, LOL) based on the pictures seen here.
VII. He's standing in the moment, just letting everything pass him by. He's done it. It's happened. It's his moment. This is his now, this is his moment, this is truly the time of his life. The confetti begins to rain down on all of them, and for a moment, David is blinded by the slips of paper falling on him, falling around him. He is unaware of the words leaving his mouth, unaware that his voice is simply following the music as it goes, is so very close to tuning out all of the applause around him, because although he knows he has them to thank, his mind is on the warmth next to him around him on him surrounding him, and all his senses are focusing on the smell of Michael --is that the cologne I gave you?-- the sight of Michael --I don't want to go another day not seeing you-- Michael's hands on him --Mikey, I can't go another day without feeling you-- oh, oh, oh, he's here with me right now.
"You've done it, babe." And then Michael's Australian drawl is all he hears as he leans his head back and begins to relish in the moment in the warmth that is Michael. "You've done it."
Yeah. And you're here by my side while it's happening.
And that's the best part of it all.
VI. There is absolutely nothing else on Michael's mind but the fact that David's done it, David's one, it's his, the title's his and nothing can take that away from him. He doesn't care about all of the cameras around them. There is no reason to pay attention to the applause around him, because he is lost in the moment.
Michael doesn't care if this moment isn't his; all that matters is that he's sharing it with David.
Michael doesn't care if Hernandez is pumping his fist in the air behind him; all that matters is the fact that that fist is up in the air for David.
Michael doesn't care if Carly and Kristy and Brooke are fighting to get a hand on David to congratulate him; all that matters is that he is the one beside David, his are the eyes in which David is staring into right now.
And his are the knees that start to shake, because, oh, he hasn't seen that look in so long.
But he knows that if he does fall, David is still there to catch him.
And that is all that matters.
V. David cannot breathe, the moment is so overwhelming. He is staring into the applause of literally thousands of people, is staring into their screams of joy, is staring into their unbelievable support of him, and the very feeling of the moment is so overpowering. No, overwhelming and overpowering don't even begin to describe the feelings inside of him.
He is grateful, immensely so, because nothing like this happens every day. Tonight is one of the once in a lifetime moments that are just impossible to describe, impossible to put into words. Grateful doesn't even cover a sixteenth of the gratitude he is feeling right now. The great sense of thanks within him is just -- David is at a loss for words.
They are jumping up and down for him, waving at him, screaming for him, going mad for him, and although he wants to, he knows that it is impossible to personally give thanks to each and every one of them, to hug them and thank them and tell them that it is because of them that he is where he is now, that it is because of them that he is right here and right now --
-- that he is the one Michael is standing next to right now.
In another time and in another place, Michael could have been standing next to, and congratulating, Brooke or Carly, perhaps one of the other two Davids, but it is right here and it is right now, and Michael is next to him.
Through his peripheral vision, he can see Michael smiling at him.
Well, there's someone he can personally thank and hug and -- do so much more to.
IV. The audience is crazy, jumping and clapping and there is the "I KNEW YOU'D WIN IT, COOK!" accompanied shouts of "WE LOVE YOU, DAVID COOK!"
I knew he'd win it, too.
I love David Cook, too.
Michael doesn't think he's ever been this proud about anybody in his entire life. David truly deserves this moment. The spotlight is all his, and deservedly so as they usher him onto center stage. This is where he belongs, and Michael knows it. There is nothing in the world Michael has ever been more sure of.
Okay. Maybe he's more sure of the fact that he's fallen madly in love --head over heels in love, truly madly deeply in love, I'd die if I had to live another second without you love-- with David all over again.
It is such a tender moment, and, baby, it's all yours. This is all yours.
Thank you so much for sharing it with the rest of us.
III. The words are just flowing out of his mouth, but he doesn't recognize any of them. The moment is just so surreal, and it has yet to sink in that all of his hard work has finally paid off. Oh, yes, he can see their clapping motions; but are they really clapping for him? Oh, sure, he can see their mouths moving; but is he right in the assumption that they are screaming for him?
David doesn't think he's wanted anything else more than this.
But with the temperature rising, he knows immediately that there's something else he desires.
Something he's determined to have, tonight.
And nothing is going to get in his way.
Then again, with everyone still clapping and everyone still yelling, he doesn't think anybody would dare get in the way of him publicly displaying affection for Michael. In fact, they can all pretend that they didn't see that. They can all pretend that they don't see the desire in his eyes in the close-ups, but he knows that the desire is alive in him, is burning in him.
The American Idol crown isn't the only thing that is his tonight.
He's got his sights set on something so much more than that.
And he just wants to get this song over with.
After all, he and Mikey can still discuss songs in his new car. If, of course, they aren't busy discussing other things.
That, or they aren't busy being, well, busy.
II. Of course he's restraining himself from tearing David's arm away from Archuleta and wrapping it around his waist. Of course he's restraining himself from pushing everyone else aside and kissing David right then and there. But he has no plans in restraining himself later tonight.
He puts his hands on either one of David's shoulders, squeezes, and says --although he believes his voice is drowned out by all the screaming, "Show them how deserving you are of this title, baby."
He hates the fact that he has to restrain himself from running his hands up and down David. He hates the fact that he cannot just steal David away from the stage right now and make love to him all night --although the make love to him all night part may come true. He hates the fact that there are so many eyes watching them, preventing him from doing what he wants to do, what his body needs him to do.
But what he hates the most is that he's complaining.
He's not going to put a damper on such a beautiful night.
So, instead, he settles for giving David's shoulders another squeeze and pretending to nuzzle David's neck, letting his hot breath spread over David's skin.
"Congratulations, babe."
Take this moment and tuck it away into your memory, David.
Nothing like this is ever going to happen. Not again.
I. The song is beautiful, the meaning behind the lyrics is absolute magic, and the music formed by the melody and harmony that come together is alluring. That is why, David thinks, the whole moment comes alive around him. Ryan's words repeat over and over again in his head.
Ninety-seven and a half million votes...
Fifty-six percent were his...
Twelve million separating him from little Archuleta...
There is an incredible rush that passes through him as he keeps on singing his song, throwing an arm around Archuleta's shoulder for good measure. The very fact that everything around him is solid, that he can feel Archuleta's flesh warm against his hand, that he can still feel the microphone he is carrying, that his feet are still firmly planted on the ground, is unbelievable.
But he's got someone to share this all with. He's got that someone to share all the moments his breath caught in his throat, the moments where the emotion was just too much to hold back, the moments where the pressure was just unreal, the moments where he was ready to give up and the moments where that someone appeared in his mind and just cleared his thoughts.
And Michael is just literally one step away from him.
Mikey, I'm so happy you're here.
This is for you, too.
This one's for us.
Author: Alex Sorensen (ilytheira)
Summary: This is David's night.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own David or Michael. D: LOL.
Author's Note: The story is written in reverse order, and is (loosely? heavily, LOL) based on the pictures seen here.
VII. He's standing in the moment, just letting everything pass him by. He's done it. It's happened. It's his moment. This is his now, this is his moment, this is truly the time of his life. The confetti begins to rain down on all of them, and for a moment, David is blinded by the slips of paper falling on him, falling around him. He is unaware of the words leaving his mouth, unaware that his voice is simply following the music as it goes, is so very close to tuning out all of the applause around him, because although he knows he has them to thank, his mind is on the warmth next to him around him on him surrounding him, and all his senses are focusing on the smell of Michael --is that the cologne I gave you?-- the sight of Michael --I don't want to go another day not seeing you-- Michael's hands on him --Mikey, I can't go another day without feeling you-- oh, oh, oh, he's here with me right now.
"You've done it, babe." And then Michael's Australian drawl is all he hears as he leans his head back and begins to relish in the moment in the warmth that is Michael. "You've done it."
Yeah. And you're here by my side while it's happening.
And that's the best part of it all.
VI. There is absolutely nothing else on Michael's mind but the fact that David's done it, David's one, it's his, the title's his and nothing can take that away from him. He doesn't care about all of the cameras around them. There is no reason to pay attention to the applause around him, because he is lost in the moment.
Michael doesn't care if this moment isn't his; all that matters is that he's sharing it with David.
Michael doesn't care if Hernandez is pumping his fist in the air behind him; all that matters is the fact that that fist is up in the air for David.
Michael doesn't care if Carly and Kristy and Brooke are fighting to get a hand on David to congratulate him; all that matters is that he is the one beside David, his are the eyes in which David is staring into right now.
And his are the knees that start to shake, because, oh, he hasn't seen that look in so long.
But he knows that if he does fall, David is still there to catch him.
And that is all that matters.
V. David cannot breathe, the moment is so overwhelming. He is staring into the applause of literally thousands of people, is staring into their screams of joy, is staring into their unbelievable support of him, and the very feeling of the moment is so overpowering. No, overwhelming and overpowering don't even begin to describe the feelings inside of him.
He is grateful, immensely so, because nothing like this happens every day. Tonight is one of the once in a lifetime moments that are just impossible to describe, impossible to put into words. Grateful doesn't even cover a sixteenth of the gratitude he is feeling right now. The great sense of thanks within him is just -- David is at a loss for words.
They are jumping up and down for him, waving at him, screaming for him, going mad for him, and although he wants to, he knows that it is impossible to personally give thanks to each and every one of them, to hug them and thank them and tell them that it is because of them that he is where he is now, that it is because of them that he is right here and right now --
-- that he is the one Michael is standing next to right now.
In another time and in another place, Michael could have been standing next to, and congratulating, Brooke or Carly, perhaps one of the other two Davids, but it is right here and it is right now, and Michael is next to him.
Through his peripheral vision, he can see Michael smiling at him.
Well, there's someone he can personally thank and hug and -- do so much more to.
IV. The audience is crazy, jumping and clapping and there is the "I KNEW YOU'D WIN IT, COOK!" accompanied shouts of "WE LOVE YOU, DAVID COOK!"
I knew he'd win it, too.
I love David Cook, too.
Michael doesn't think he's ever been this proud about anybody in his entire life. David truly deserves this moment. The spotlight is all his, and deservedly so as they usher him onto center stage. This is where he belongs, and Michael knows it. There is nothing in the world Michael has ever been more sure of.
Okay. Maybe he's more sure of the fact that he's fallen madly in love --head over heels in love, truly madly deeply in love, I'd die if I had to live another second without you love-- with David all over again.
It is such a tender moment, and, baby, it's all yours. This is all yours.
Thank you so much for sharing it with the rest of us.
III. The words are just flowing out of his mouth, but he doesn't recognize any of them. The moment is just so surreal, and it has yet to sink in that all of his hard work has finally paid off. Oh, yes, he can see their clapping motions; but are they really clapping for him? Oh, sure, he can see their mouths moving; but is he right in the assumption that they are screaming for him?
David doesn't think he's wanted anything else more than this.
But with the temperature rising, he knows immediately that there's something else he desires.
Something he's determined to have, tonight.
And nothing is going to get in his way.
Then again, with everyone still clapping and everyone still yelling, he doesn't think anybody would dare get in the way of him publicly displaying affection for Michael. In fact, they can all pretend that they didn't see that. They can all pretend that they don't see the desire in his eyes in the close-ups, but he knows that the desire is alive in him, is burning in him.
The American Idol crown isn't the only thing that is his tonight.
He's got his sights set on something so much more than that.
And he just wants to get this song over with.
After all, he and Mikey can still discuss songs in his new car. If, of course, they aren't busy discussing other things.
That, or they aren't busy being, well, busy.
II. Of course he's restraining himself from tearing David's arm away from Archuleta and wrapping it around his waist. Of course he's restraining himself from pushing everyone else aside and kissing David right then and there. But he has no plans in restraining himself later tonight.
He puts his hands on either one of David's shoulders, squeezes, and says --although he believes his voice is drowned out by all the screaming, "Show them how deserving you are of this title, baby."
He hates the fact that he has to restrain himself from running his hands up and down David. He hates the fact that he cannot just steal David away from the stage right now and make love to him all night --although the make love to him all night part may come true. He hates the fact that there are so many eyes watching them, preventing him from doing what he wants to do, what his body needs him to do.
But what he hates the most is that he's complaining.
He's not going to put a damper on such a beautiful night.
So, instead, he settles for giving David's shoulders another squeeze and pretending to nuzzle David's neck, letting his hot breath spread over David's skin.
"Congratulations, babe."
Take this moment and tuck it away into your memory, David.
Nothing like this is ever going to happen. Not again.
I. The song is beautiful, the meaning behind the lyrics is absolute magic, and the music formed by the melody and harmony that come together is alluring. That is why, David thinks, the whole moment comes alive around him. Ryan's words repeat over and over again in his head.
Ninety-seven and a half million votes...
Fifty-six percent were his...
Twelve million separating him from little Archuleta...
There is an incredible rush that passes through him as he keeps on singing his song, throwing an arm around Archuleta's shoulder for good measure. The very fact that everything around him is solid, that he can feel Archuleta's flesh warm against his hand, that he can still feel the microphone he is carrying, that his feet are still firmly planted on the ground, is unbelievable.
But he's got someone to share this all with. He's got that someone to share all the moments his breath caught in his throat, the moments where the emotion was just too much to hold back, the moments where the pressure was just unreal, the moments where he was ready to give up and the moments where that someone appeared in his mind and just cleared his thoughts.
And Michael is just literally one step away from him.
Mikey, I'm so happy you're here.
This is for you, too.
This one's for us.