Won't Say Goodbye
Title: Won't Say Goodbye (I couldn't think of a title for the life of me...)
Pairing: Mavid!
Rating: G
Summary: After a summer together, the boys must part ways.
Author's Note: It's not as sad as it sounds, in fact it's quite cheery compared to my usual writing. As always, this is all just for fun. I do not own these two adorable boys. Un-betaed, I apologize for mistakes--though I try to catch them all. Written for the fic contest over at
the_flyboys
After a long summer, the Idol tour was finally coming to an end; it was now their last night together on their rolling home. The five of them sat crowded in the back around the TV on blankets, chairs and the small couch watching Anchorman. They sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company and savoring the little time they had left with each other. No one wanted to acknowledge the end; no one was ready to say goodbye to their new extended family.
As soon as the credits started rolling, they were getting up and stretching, cracking their necks and yawning; they whispered their goodnights and headed to the front of the bus to get ready for bed. Michael was the only one that didn’t budge; he grabbed David’s hand and pulled him down next to him.
“I’m not tired, stay up with me?”
“Sure,” he smiled at Michael and took a corner of the blanket for himself. They popped in the first disc on top of the TV and began to quietly sing along to the Friends theme song.
“Pretty sure Carly left this one here.”
“At least it’s not Brokeback Mountain, or Gilmore Girls. I can actually live with this.” Michael curled up against the other man’s body while still remaining completely focused on the television.
“Oh come on, Brokeback was a good movie.”
“David, you would like that movie; bet it’s where you found your love of those ridiculous shoes.”
David gave a fake pout and threw an arm around Michael after making sure the other guys were safely in their bunks. “Like you don’t want to reenact those scenes with me.” The words were whispered softly into Michael’s neck; the tiny hairs perked up as David’s breath hit his skin.
“Oh hush. You and your dirty mind.” Michael smiled and continued to watch as Phoebe sang about Smelly Cat.
A few episodes later, they had repositioned themselves so they were both lying down. Michael’s arm was snaked around David’s body and softly poking the tummy he teased him about. They stayed like that through the remainder of the disc; every so often there were gentle squeezes and soft kisses.
When the title screen came up thirty minutes later Michael was the first to speak. “Hey Dave?”
“Yes, Mikey?” David turned around slowly so that he was facing the Australian. They sat in silence, trying to read each other’s minds. Legs began to intertwine, hoping to find room on the small couch. Their noses were barely touching; they breathed in the other’s air.
Michael ran a thumb over David’s cheek, “I love you.” It was barely a whisper, but the words meant so much to David. He could never hear them enough. The younger man felt the corners of his mouth curl up into an automatic smile. Yet the smile was bittersweet, as after tomorrow they would be separated; they would return to studios, press, hectic schedules, and homes that seemed so foreign now.
For a few minutes, the only noise in the room was their slow breathing. If Michael tilted his head the right way, he could make out the faint beating of David’s heart.
“You’re perfect, you know that right?”
“Michael Johns, stop with the flattery. You know I’ll sleep with you, no need to woo me anymore.”
“I’m trying to be serious.”
David sighed and looked away from the chocolate eyes staring at him. The moment seemed final; one more show and they were done. He had been dreading this day more and more as the weeks passed. Every chance he got, he would spend time with his counterpart--there was no other way than that to describe Michael.
“God, Mike...” David turned away again and blinked back tears, “I don’t want this to end.”
“Dave, it doesn’t need to end. In fact, it won’t end.”
“We have lives to return to. You have that album to make, I need to promote mine. I’ll be on tour soon after... Not to mention Sta--”
“It won’t end.” Michael pressed two fingers to David’s lips to quiet him. “I’m not going to let it.”
They kissed--soft kisses on cheeks and lips. They held each other tighter; they moved closer. They fell asleep like that, tangled up in their lanky limbs on a small couch. The other boys didn’t notice the missing pair--too tired to look around--when their bus stopped at their final hotel written into the itinerary. David woke up with a bright blue post-it note stuck on his forehead.
Fucking adorable you two. Your keys are at the front desk if you wake up.
David immediately recognized Carly’s writing. He shook Mike awake and they made their way inside. Room 551. Michael’s key laid abandoned at the front desk.
Press takes up their morning, meet and greets their afternoon. Soon it is five and they are doing sound check. The day is passing too quickly in Michael’s opinion. His three songs are soon over and he is now watching David command the stage. He looks out into the crowd at the arena on their feet singing along to the line about magic rainbows. Michael catches himself singing too.
And as soon as it started, it’s over. They pile into cars and the moment seems so final for all of them. Michael is curled up against David’s side, blaming Jason for taking up too much room in the back seat. David’s arm is snaked around Michael’s shoulder, blaming the other man for his bony frame that was digging into his strumming arm. They stay like that for the twenty minute journey.
Once inside the ten of them stood in front of the ticket counters, each promising to keep in touch and holding each other a littler longer than usual. They were thankful for the planning, as the airport was almost completely deserted at this hour. The girls cried, and the boys tried to be manly about the whole thing. Saying goodbye was hard for each of them. After a few minutes, the idols started to separate and made their way towards the correct airline ticket counter to check in their luggage and collect boarding passes.
Michael and David stayed behind.
“I should check in soon.”
“Me too.”
“Promise you’ll keep in touch,” Michael looked into David’s eyes, a frown on his face.
“Oh shut up, you know I will.”
“It was a good summer.”
“Yah.”
They embraced, holding on tight and standing there together as other passengers tried maneuvering around them and their bulky luggage.
“Have fun with you’re family.”
“Good luck with that new apartment.”
“Call me.”
“Write a song about me.” David winked at Michael. They continued like that until the last possible minute. Their conversation had no substance, but neither was willing to say goodbye.
“Have a safe flight, Dave.”
“You too.” With that, David was wheeling his luggage towards the counter while Michael headed towards his.
David made it to Kansas City at three in the morning, his mom and brother were waiting for him at the baggage claim. They caught up and made their way home. He stepped into his old room and plopped onto the bed, plugging in his phone before getting too comfy.
The shrill ringing made him jump.
“Miss me already?”
Pairing: Mavid!
Rating: G
Summary: After a summer together, the boys must part ways.
Author's Note: It's not as sad as it sounds, in fact it's quite cheery compared to my usual writing. As always, this is all just for fun. I do not own these two adorable boys. Un-betaed, I apologize for mistakes--though I try to catch them all. Written for the fic contest over at
the_flyboys
After a long summer, the Idol tour was finally coming to an end; it was now their last night together on their rolling home. The five of them sat crowded in the back around the TV on blankets, chairs and the small couch watching Anchorman. They sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company and savoring the little time they had left with each other. No one wanted to acknowledge the end; no one was ready to say goodbye to their new extended family.
As soon as the credits started rolling, they were getting up and stretching, cracking their necks and yawning; they whispered their goodnights and headed to the front of the bus to get ready for bed. Michael was the only one that didn’t budge; he grabbed David’s hand and pulled him down next to him.
“I’m not tired, stay up with me?”
“Sure,” he smiled at Michael and took a corner of the blanket for himself. They popped in the first disc on top of the TV and began to quietly sing along to the Friends theme song.
“Pretty sure Carly left this one here.”
“At least it’s not Brokeback Mountain, or Gilmore Girls. I can actually live with this.” Michael curled up against the other man’s body while still remaining completely focused on the television.
“Oh come on, Brokeback was a good movie.”
“David, you would like that movie; bet it’s where you found your love of those ridiculous shoes.”
David gave a fake pout and threw an arm around Michael after making sure the other guys were safely in their bunks. “Like you don’t want to reenact those scenes with me.” The words were whispered softly into Michael’s neck; the tiny hairs perked up as David’s breath hit his skin.
“Oh hush. You and your dirty mind.” Michael smiled and continued to watch as Phoebe sang about Smelly Cat.
A few episodes later, they had repositioned themselves so they were both lying down. Michael’s arm was snaked around David’s body and softly poking the tummy he teased him about. They stayed like that through the remainder of the disc; every so often there were gentle squeezes and soft kisses.
When the title screen came up thirty minutes later Michael was the first to speak. “Hey Dave?”
“Yes, Mikey?” David turned around slowly so that he was facing the Australian. They sat in silence, trying to read each other’s minds. Legs began to intertwine, hoping to find room on the small couch. Their noses were barely touching; they breathed in the other’s air.
Michael ran a thumb over David’s cheek, “I love you.” It was barely a whisper, but the words meant so much to David. He could never hear them enough. The younger man felt the corners of his mouth curl up into an automatic smile. Yet the smile was bittersweet, as after tomorrow they would be separated; they would return to studios, press, hectic schedules, and homes that seemed so foreign now.
For a few minutes, the only noise in the room was their slow breathing. If Michael tilted his head the right way, he could make out the faint beating of David’s heart.
“You’re perfect, you know that right?”
“Michael Johns, stop with the flattery. You know I’ll sleep with you, no need to woo me anymore.”
“I’m trying to be serious.”
David sighed and looked away from the chocolate eyes staring at him. The moment seemed final; one more show and they were done. He had been dreading this day more and more as the weeks passed. Every chance he got, he would spend time with his counterpart--there was no other way than that to describe Michael.
“God, Mike...” David turned away again and blinked back tears, “I don’t want this to end.”
“Dave, it doesn’t need to end. In fact, it won’t end.”
“We have lives to return to. You have that album to make, I need to promote mine. I’ll be on tour soon after... Not to mention Sta--”
“It won’t end.” Michael pressed two fingers to David’s lips to quiet him. “I’m not going to let it.”
They kissed--soft kisses on cheeks and lips. They held each other tighter; they moved closer. They fell asleep like that, tangled up in their lanky limbs on a small couch. The other boys didn’t notice the missing pair--too tired to look around--when their bus stopped at their final hotel written into the itinerary. David woke up with a bright blue post-it note stuck on his forehead.
Fucking adorable you two. Your keys are at the front desk if you wake up.
David immediately recognized Carly’s writing. He shook Mike awake and they made their way inside. Room 551. Michael’s key laid abandoned at the front desk.
Press takes up their morning, meet and greets their afternoon. Soon it is five and they are doing sound check. The day is passing too quickly in Michael’s opinion. His three songs are soon over and he is now watching David command the stage. He looks out into the crowd at the arena on their feet singing along to the line about magic rainbows. Michael catches himself singing too.
And as soon as it started, it’s over. They pile into cars and the moment seems so final for all of them. Michael is curled up against David’s side, blaming Jason for taking up too much room in the back seat. David’s arm is snaked around Michael’s shoulder, blaming the other man for his bony frame that was digging into his strumming arm. They stay like that for the twenty minute journey.
Once inside the ten of them stood in front of the ticket counters, each promising to keep in touch and holding each other a littler longer than usual. They were thankful for the planning, as the airport was almost completely deserted at this hour. The girls cried, and the boys tried to be manly about the whole thing. Saying goodbye was hard for each of them. After a few minutes, the idols started to separate and made their way towards the correct airline ticket counter to check in their luggage and collect boarding passes.
Michael and David stayed behind.
“I should check in soon.”
“Me too.”
“Promise you’ll keep in touch,” Michael looked into David’s eyes, a frown on his face.
“Oh shut up, you know I will.”
“It was a good summer.”
“Yah.”
They embraced, holding on tight and standing there together as other passengers tried maneuvering around them and their bulky luggage.
“Have fun with you’re family.”
“Good luck with that new apartment.”
“Call me.”
“Write a song about me.” David winked at Michael. They continued like that until the last possible minute. Their conversation had no substance, but neither was willing to say goodbye.
“Have a safe flight, Dave.”
“You too.” With that, David was wheeling his luggage towards the counter while Michael headed towards his.
David made it to Kansas City at three in the morning, his mom and brother were waiting for him at the baggage claim. They caught up and made their way home. He stepped into his old room and plopped onto the bed, plugging in his phone before getting too comfy.
The shrill ringing made him jump.
“Miss me already?”