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Title: Change my Mind
Author: give_sum_love
Chapter: 3/??
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: PG 13
Summary: David has been acting a little weird, Pierre didn't seem to be bothered until it began to disturb their sexual relationship.
Authors Note: Hey there! -.-‘ Yeah, I know, sorry it took so damn long, but HEY! I’m here =) so be happy, read this chapter, and erm, if you haven’t read any, go on to the Previous Chaps! =)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Pierre glared angrily at the quartet. He then turned around to see David worriedly, he knew this was going to be tough to get over, Pierre couldn’t imagine how hard his boyfriend’s ego was going to be hit by all this mockering. He just saw David’s hooded head looking to the floor, and Pierre’s eyes blurred with tears of anger and sadness.
“Shut up! Could you cut it out?!” He screamed.
Pat, who was kneeling in the floor hooked at Jeff’s jeans for support, babbled something that could be either a ‘Sorry, I can’t help it’, or a ‘Sobers are healthy’.
Then Pierre heard David sobbing and ran away to the bunk area. For Pierre, this was enough.
“SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”
The tour bus became silent in a matter of seconds. They all looked up at Pierre astonished. Pat and Seb were both with their mouth wide opened, Chuck’s face turned from crimson red to white in less than you can say ‘mofo’, and Jeff’s eyes looked as if the line between both eyelids and skin had disappeared. Pierre was breathing heavily, as he was about to have a heart attack.
“P-Pierre I’m sorry, really we really didn’t mean to…”
“SHUT UP JEFF!! SHUT UP! DON’T TELL ME YOU DIDN’T FUCKING MEAN IT BECAUSE THAT’S BULLSHIT!”
Now, they were all scared. Chuck approached carefully to Pierre and said:
“Look Pierre, we really didn’t meant to hurt David, but, we kinda over heard, and, well, it was quite funny that David actually had a conversation with my cell phone.” He looked at Pierre, afraid of him exploding, again.
Pierre sighed. He couldn’t blame the others for acting just as he did.
“Look, pals, I’m very sorry, really, I shouldn’t have screamed at you like that, it is just that, well, I’m…”
“It is okay Pierre,” Jeff cut him out, “don’t worry, I think the ones who need to say sorry are us, can you forgive us?” He asked in an innocent tone. All looks went into Pierre’s empty glare.
“The one you should say sorry to, is David, not me.” And with that, Pierre left the room and went upstairs to look for David, leaving behind four souls filled with nothing but regret.
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o
Pierre ran up the stairs and when he reached the top, he stopped and gasped for air. He really needed to stop eating those ultra delicious KFC. He then recovered his posture and walked to the bunk area, were he heard David’s sobbing. He cautiously walked to where the noise came from and he saw David’s bunk curtain closed. Pierre opened it slowly, but then David’s hand quickly closed it. He sighed. ‘The goddamned hair’, he thought.
“David?”
No answer.
“Common David, don’t be disgusted at me, I didn’t laugh, remember?”
Inside the bunk, David frowned. Now Pierre had a point. Later he would praise Pierre for that, but now wasn’t the time for that. He was depressed, and his hair was fucked up (according to Chuck’s totally-rude cell phone).
“K, but please, try not to stare at me, just, look at the top bunk, or I dunno…”
The little curtain was opened and Pierre made his way into the bunk along with David. He lied down and then turned his head towards Dave, but he whined and covered Pierre’s eyes as quickly as he could. Pierre just giggled and turned his head to the other way, and David, convinced that Pierre wouldn’t look again, uncovered his eyes.
“David, I…”
“Shh, Pierre,” David whispered “just be quiet for a minute.”
David pulled out an arm and hugged Pierre, resting his temple in his boyfriend’s shoulder. Pierre moved his arm so that David could rest his head on it, as a pillow, and completed the embrace with his other arm. David didn’t complain this time about Pierre seeing his hair (although he did think about it).
They stayed in that way for a long time, until the inevitable had to happen: Pierre’s arm began to go numb. He just closed his eyes and hoped like hell that the numbness would just go. Oh. How. Naïve.
“Hmmpf, David?” He whispered, now the tickling, ant-sensation of his arm rising.
“Uhm?”
“Can I move my arm? Is just that, it’s becoming to numb.”
“Well, let me think about it,” Pierre rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly that the answer was going to be a… “No, I’m way too comfortable like this thankyouverymuch.”
“Please David, don’t be like this, it is becoming very, ack!” Pierre shuddered at the intensity of the numbing of his arm. “Davey, please, it is so uncomfortable for me.”
David giggled and buried his head on Pierre’s arm, who kept pleading him to move his head. Soon Pierre gave up, and tried to think of anything but David’s head over his throbbing arm (which, now he didn’t felt any longer). Then he popped his eyes open. Time for plan B.
He placed his free arm over David’s arm and with his finger began tracing lines. David hummed with pleasure, and Pierre moved his hand over to David’s armpit.
“Pie? Wha… what are you doing? Hey, don’t! Pierre… nooo! Ple..!!”
He exploded in hysterical laughter as Pierre began tickling him in his armpit, now in the base of his neck, making him to twist madly and began to breathe hard.
The battlefield was set, so the war began. Pierre didn’t stop tickling David, of course, but David wanted revenge, and he wanted it right now. So he began tickling Pierre whenever he had the chance, so soon both of them were laughing insanely and rolling in the reduced place the bunk was only able to give them. They continued until fatigue knocked the door; they just lied down again, one beside the other (Pierre watching carefully where his arm was) and just stared up to the, well, the top bunk.
David then approached Pierre, and struggled to get a bit on top of him, succeeding only with his torso and up. He then leaned down and kissed Pierre gently in the lips, in a slow, cute (and tired) way that made Pierre’s heart rush like a teenager girl when seeing her crush. He ran his fingers through David’s silky hair, and they just let the kiss be.
But, since they hadn’t have a nice sex after the straightener incident, the innocent kiss began to warm up, and soon tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. David let out a moan that turned Pierre instantly on. They began to undress almost to the speed of light, as horny as they were. But then, David made a face and broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Pierre asked breathlessly, fearing the worst.
“I… I…” He stuttered.
“What?” Pierre said, reviewing mentally the places where ANY object that could “talk to David” where located, and since they didn’t have any object near, he then wondered, what the heck could be wrong now?
“I gotta pee…” David hushed hurriedly, as he slowly crawled out the bed, leaving Pierre with the most annoyed feeling ever.
“If there’s a God out there, anywhere, please HELP ME!”
*_*
Chapter 3 Cut.
And now, an itsy-bitsy question.
WTF people? Seriously, have you all forgotten already about the ‘Pass it On Challenge’? I mean, only one person has posted and, the rest of you?
Author: give_sum_love
Chapter: 3/??
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: PG 13
Summary: David has been acting a little weird, Pierre didn't seem to be bothered until it began to disturb their sexual relationship.
Authors Note: Hey there! -.-‘ Yeah, I know, sorry it took so damn long, but HEY! I’m here =) so be happy, read this chapter, and erm, if you haven’t read any, go on to the Previous Chaps! =)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Pierre glared angrily at the quartet. He then turned around to see David worriedly, he knew this was going to be tough to get over, Pierre couldn’t imagine how hard his boyfriend’s ego was going to be hit by all this mockering. He just saw David’s hooded head looking to the floor, and Pierre’s eyes blurred with tears of anger and sadness.
“Shut up! Could you cut it out?!” He screamed.
Pat, who was kneeling in the floor hooked at Jeff’s jeans for support, babbled something that could be either a ‘Sorry, I can’t help it’, or a ‘Sobers are healthy’.
Then Pierre heard David sobbing and ran away to the bunk area. For Pierre, this was enough.
“SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”
The tour bus became silent in a matter of seconds. They all looked up at Pierre astonished. Pat and Seb were both with their mouth wide opened, Chuck’s face turned from crimson red to white in less than you can say ‘mofo’, and Jeff’s eyes looked as if the line between both eyelids and skin had disappeared. Pierre was breathing heavily, as he was about to have a heart attack.
“P-Pierre I’m sorry, really we really didn’t mean to…”
“SHUT UP JEFF!! SHUT UP! DON’T TELL ME YOU DIDN’T FUCKING MEAN IT BECAUSE THAT’S BULLSHIT!”
Now, they were all scared. Chuck approached carefully to Pierre and said:
“Look Pierre, we really didn’t meant to hurt David, but, we kinda over heard, and, well, it was quite funny that David actually had a conversation with my cell phone.” He looked at Pierre, afraid of him exploding, again.
Pierre sighed. He couldn’t blame the others for acting just as he did.
“Look, pals, I’m very sorry, really, I shouldn’t have screamed at you like that, it is just that, well, I’m…”
“It is okay Pierre,” Jeff cut him out, “don’t worry, I think the ones who need to say sorry are us, can you forgive us?” He asked in an innocent tone. All looks went into Pierre’s empty glare.
“The one you should say sorry to, is David, not me.” And with that, Pierre left the room and went upstairs to look for David, leaving behind four souls filled with nothing but regret.
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o
Pierre ran up the stairs and when he reached the top, he stopped and gasped for air. He really needed to stop eating those ultra delicious KFC. He then recovered his posture and walked to the bunk area, were he heard David’s sobbing. He cautiously walked to where the noise came from and he saw David’s bunk curtain closed. Pierre opened it slowly, but then David’s hand quickly closed it. He sighed. ‘The goddamned hair’, he thought.
“David?”
No answer.
“Common David, don’t be disgusted at me, I didn’t laugh, remember?”
Inside the bunk, David frowned. Now Pierre had a point. Later he would praise Pierre for that, but now wasn’t the time for that. He was depressed, and his hair was fucked up (according to Chuck’s totally-rude cell phone).
“K, but please, try not to stare at me, just, look at the top bunk, or I dunno…”
The little curtain was opened and Pierre made his way into the bunk along with David. He lied down and then turned his head towards Dave, but he whined and covered Pierre’s eyes as quickly as he could. Pierre just giggled and turned his head to the other way, and David, convinced that Pierre wouldn’t look again, uncovered his eyes.
“David, I…”
“Shh, Pierre,” David whispered “just be quiet for a minute.”
David pulled out an arm and hugged Pierre, resting his temple in his boyfriend’s shoulder. Pierre moved his arm so that David could rest his head on it, as a pillow, and completed the embrace with his other arm. David didn’t complain this time about Pierre seeing his hair (although he did think about it).
They stayed in that way for a long time, until the inevitable had to happen: Pierre’s arm began to go numb. He just closed his eyes and hoped like hell that the numbness would just go. Oh. How. Naïve.
“Hmmpf, David?” He whispered, now the tickling, ant-sensation of his arm rising.
“Uhm?”
“Can I move my arm? Is just that, it’s becoming to numb.”
“Well, let me think about it,” Pierre rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly that the answer was going to be a… “No, I’m way too comfortable like this thankyouverymuch.”
“Please David, don’t be like this, it is becoming very, ack!” Pierre shuddered at the intensity of the numbing of his arm. “Davey, please, it is so uncomfortable for me.”
David giggled and buried his head on Pierre’s arm, who kept pleading him to move his head. Soon Pierre gave up, and tried to think of anything but David’s head over his throbbing arm (which, now he didn’t felt any longer). Then he popped his eyes open. Time for plan B.
He placed his free arm over David’s arm and with his finger began tracing lines. David hummed with pleasure, and Pierre moved his hand over to David’s armpit.
“Pie? Wha… what are you doing? Hey, don’t! Pierre… nooo! Ple..!!”
He exploded in hysterical laughter as Pierre began tickling him in his armpit, now in the base of his neck, making him to twist madly and began to breathe hard.
The battlefield was set, so the war began. Pierre didn’t stop tickling David, of course, but David wanted revenge, and he wanted it right now. So he began tickling Pierre whenever he had the chance, so soon both of them were laughing insanely and rolling in the reduced place the bunk was only able to give them. They continued until fatigue knocked the door; they just lied down again, one beside the other (Pierre watching carefully where his arm was) and just stared up to the, well, the top bunk.
David then approached Pierre, and struggled to get a bit on top of him, succeeding only with his torso and up. He then leaned down and kissed Pierre gently in the lips, in a slow, cute (and tired) way that made Pierre’s heart rush like a teenager girl when seeing her crush. He ran his fingers through David’s silky hair, and they just let the kiss be.
But, since they hadn’t have a nice sex after the straightener incident, the innocent kiss began to warm up, and soon tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. David let out a moan that turned Pierre instantly on. They began to undress almost to the speed of light, as horny as they were. But then, David made a face and broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Pierre asked breathlessly, fearing the worst.
“I… I…” He stuttered.
“What?” Pierre said, reviewing mentally the places where ANY object that could “talk to David” where located, and since they didn’t have any object near, he then wondered, what the heck could be wrong now?
“I gotta pee…” David hushed hurriedly, as he slowly crawled out the bed, leaving Pierre with the most annoyed feeling ever.
“If there’s a God out there, anywhere, please HELP ME!”
*_*
Chapter 3 Cut.
And now, an itsy-bitsy question.
WTF people? Seriously, have you all forgotten already about the ‘Pass it On Challenge’? I mean, only one person has posted and, the rest of you?