Fic: Social Psychology (2/?)
Title: Social Psychology (2/?)
Pairing: Michael Johns/David Cook
Rating: R overall; PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: Don't own them; all for fun.
Summary: "As diverse as these situations may be, they do contain one common factor: social influence."
Author's Notes: All definitions are from Elliot Aronson's book, The Social Animal. Unbetaed. I need to map out the rest, but I have one more part already written. I've decided that outlines are people's best friends after all! This one's pretty short.
Physical attractiveness: “What is clear from these studies of dating couples is that, in one way or another, physical attractiveness plays an important role in determining who likes whom in both the short run and the long run.”
Michael wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but each week he would watch as David preformed onstage. He would admire the muscles in his arms as he strummed the guitar; he’d notice the looks he’d give the camera that he assumed made girls across the nation swoon. There was the way David would come backstage and breathe a sigh of a relief--eyes closed, deep breath, exhale. Everything about David Cook screamed sex.
The weight loss, the confidence, and the haircut made Michael notice David in ways he hadn’t before. He loved the scruff and the way his pants now hung low on his hips; ever time he'd reach up, he'd get a glimpse of the pale skin underneath the fabric. Then there were the eyes that drew him in; he hadn’t noticed before how long his eyelashes were and how they would flutter softly against his skin.
Every morning, David would climb out of bed, stretch his arms towards the sky and roll back and forth on the balls of his feet. His treasure trail exposed, and a yawn escaping. David would ask for cereal and pout his lips when he heard that no one had bought Lucky Charms yet. Michael sighed, realizing even drinking orange juice was attractive if David was doing it.
There were days he could not keep his eyes off of his best friend. It’d start in the morning and last until they said their ‘goodnights.’ Michael noticed the way David’s jeans stretched over his ass as he bent over looking for shoes under the bed. He watched as David would fix his hair; the concentration on his face as he made sure every strand was perfect. Even the way David brushed his teeth was suddenly worthy of watching.
“Stop it, Johns. Think about Stacey. Tits. Pussy. Sex.”
“Talking to yourself again, Mike?”
“No!” Michael's eyes widened as David walked into their room.
“So why the freak-out-face?”
“You scared me.”
David took a seat next to Michael and threw an arm around his shoulder. “We got the afternoon off, feel like going for a walk or something?”
“Why not.” Michael grabbed his sunglasses and a hat, following David out the door; he kept his eyes focused on the other man's shoulders. He sighed, thinking for the first time even David’s back was sexy.
They made their way to their favorite coffee shop, picking up iced coffee to go. They walked a few blocks, trying their best to keep track of where they were.
“How’s Stacey?”
“She’s good, doing the whole design thing. She’s getting a lot of work done without me goofing off around the house.”
“So, I heard you miss her boobies.Through the grapevine of course! Or your ramblings.”
“She’s my wife!”
“I’d like to have that. You know, stability. Someone to call every night. Someone I could call my own; someone to love.”
“You sound like a cheesy pop-song.”
“When the only love you’ve gotten in a while... Okay, not going there; that’s a little awkward even for good pals.”
“Gross Dave!”
“Oh come on! You’re a guy, you know what I mean.”
“Ha, you’ve got a point.” They walked in silence for a bit and rounded a corner to start heading back.
“I’d like to be single for a day again.”
David turned towards Michael, a questioning look on his face. “Yah?”
“You got it easy. You can look at other people and not feel guilty about finding them attractive, knowing you have someone back home.”
“Does Michael have a crush?”
“I’m a grown man. Grown men do not have crushes.”
“Let me rephrase--you’ve been looking at other girls. Who is it? Carly? Carly is pretty hot. I like the tattoos.”
“It’s not Carly.”
“Don’t tell me it’s Kristy.”
“Nope.”
“Little Rami?”
“She is adorable.”
“Ah ha!”
“You’re still wrong...”
“Just tell me. The suspense is killing me!”
“No it isn’t. It’s not important. For all you know I could be crushing on Paula.”
“Dude, that’s just wrong.”
“Her tits are pretty perky.”
“Stop!”
“Or, even better, it could be Simon’s man-boobs.”
“Not the moobs!” David took a sip of his ice coffee, trying desperately to get the image out of his mind.
They made it back to the apartment; David unlocked the door and made his way up the stairs. This time, Michael let his eyes wander. Fuck.
Pairing: Michael Johns/David Cook
Rating: R overall; PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: Don't own them; all for fun.
Summary: "As diverse as these situations may be, they do contain one common factor: social influence."
Author's Notes: All definitions are from Elliot Aronson's book, The Social Animal. Unbetaed. I need to map out the rest, but I have one more part already written. I've decided that outlines are people's best friends after all! This one's pretty short.
Physical attractiveness: “What is clear from these studies of dating couples is that, in one way or another, physical attractiveness plays an important role in determining who likes whom in both the short run and the long run.”
Michael wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but each week he would watch as David preformed onstage. He would admire the muscles in his arms as he strummed the guitar; he’d notice the looks he’d give the camera that he assumed made girls across the nation swoon. There was the way David would come backstage and breathe a sigh of a relief--eyes closed, deep breath, exhale. Everything about David Cook screamed sex.
The weight loss, the confidence, and the haircut made Michael notice David in ways he hadn’t before. He loved the scruff and the way his pants now hung low on his hips; ever time he'd reach up, he'd get a glimpse of the pale skin underneath the fabric. Then there were the eyes that drew him in; he hadn’t noticed before how long his eyelashes were and how they would flutter softly against his skin.
Every morning, David would climb out of bed, stretch his arms towards the sky and roll back and forth on the balls of his feet. His treasure trail exposed, and a yawn escaping. David would ask for cereal and pout his lips when he heard that no one had bought Lucky Charms yet. Michael sighed, realizing even drinking orange juice was attractive if David was doing it.
There were days he could not keep his eyes off of his best friend. It’d start in the morning and last until they said their ‘goodnights.’ Michael noticed the way David’s jeans stretched over his ass as he bent over looking for shoes under the bed. He watched as David would fix his hair; the concentration on his face as he made sure every strand was perfect. Even the way David brushed his teeth was suddenly worthy of watching.
“Stop it, Johns. Think about Stacey. Tits. Pussy. Sex.”
“Talking to yourself again, Mike?”
“No!” Michael's eyes widened as David walked into their room.
“So why the freak-out-face?”
“You scared me.”
David took a seat next to Michael and threw an arm around his shoulder. “We got the afternoon off, feel like going for a walk or something?”
“Why not.” Michael grabbed his sunglasses and a hat, following David out the door; he kept his eyes focused on the other man's shoulders. He sighed, thinking for the first time even David’s back was sexy.
They made their way to their favorite coffee shop, picking up iced coffee to go. They walked a few blocks, trying their best to keep track of where they were.
“How’s Stacey?”
“She’s good, doing the whole design thing. She’s getting a lot of work done without me goofing off around the house.”
“So, I heard you miss her boobies.Through the grapevine of course! Or your ramblings.”
“She’s my wife!”
“I’d like to have that. You know, stability. Someone to call every night. Someone I could call my own; someone to love.”
“You sound like a cheesy pop-song.”
“When the only love you’ve gotten in a while... Okay, not going there; that’s a little awkward even for good pals.”
“Gross Dave!”
“Oh come on! You’re a guy, you know what I mean.”
“Ha, you’ve got a point.” They walked in silence for a bit and rounded a corner to start heading back.
“I’d like to be single for a day again.”
David turned towards Michael, a questioning look on his face. “Yah?”
“You got it easy. You can look at other people and not feel guilty about finding them attractive, knowing you have someone back home.”
“Does Michael have a crush?”
“I’m a grown man. Grown men do not have crushes.”
“Let me rephrase--you’ve been looking at other girls. Who is it? Carly? Carly is pretty hot. I like the tattoos.”
“It’s not Carly.”
“Don’t tell me it’s Kristy.”
“Nope.”
“Little Rami?”
“She is adorable.”
“Ah ha!”
“You’re still wrong...”
“Just tell me. The suspense is killing me!”
“No it isn’t. It’s not important. For all you know I could be crushing on Paula.”
“Dude, that’s just wrong.”
“Her tits are pretty perky.”
“Stop!”
“Or, even better, it could be Simon’s man-boobs.”
“Not the moobs!” David took a sip of his ice coffee, trying desperately to get the image out of his mind.
They made it back to the apartment; David unlocked the door and made his way up the stairs. This time, Michael let his eyes wander. Fuck.