Stop This Game
Title: Stop This Game
Author: pastete (that's me!)
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: P/D
Standalone
Word Count: 788
Summary: Will Pierre be able to save David in Disney, or will he just have things that he’d like to say to David?
Disclaimer: All fiction. As much as we all know wish this was happening, sadly it isn’t. It’s just a figment of my imagination. I own nothing except myself (Sarah)
Pierre’s POV
I was so stupid for thinking things would change once we got to Disney. I was terribly wrong. Sure, Sarah’s boyfriend is going to propose to her today at the Cinderella castle in Magic Kingdom. But that doesn’t make up for the fact that David pimps himself out whenever given the chance. If only I could make him see how stupid it is… Oh sure, we’ve kissed, onstage for fun, and offstage when we were drunk. But every night is the same. He pimps himself out, has loads of fun, and yet I see that it isn’t as much fun as he pretends. Believe me, I once accidentally witnessed one of his ‘wild nights.’
Wait, is that the shower running? Yes, yes it is! And that would mean David is in the shower… Hmmm. And a light bulb just went off in my head.
So, what do I do? I get up, walk into the bathroom, strip, and hop into the shower with him.
“Pierre!” he exclaims, clearly caught off guard.
Oh boy! I caught him rinsing his hair, so this will be easier than I thought! Well, at least I don’t have to make him turn around somehow, so that’s good.
I smile. “Relax.” I suggest before leaning in and kissing him. “I won’t bite.”
David just looks at me in confusion, and I do the only thing I want to - kiss him. He apparently doesn’t see this as a harmful activity, and begins kissing me back. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him close, and moaning when I feel his erection on my thigh. Only then do I stop kissing him.
“Pie” he starts protesting, but I place a finger over his mouth to silence him, letting my other hand fall to his cock, and begin stroking him.
“Just enjoy it,” I tell him.
“Ok, but,” he begins and I shake my head. “No buts’ David.”
“No, listen,” he moans. “I…”
“I’ll pay you whatever if that’s what you’re worried about,” I interrupt, but he shakes his head.
“That’s not it,” David says. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop.”
I grin. “Whatever gave you the idea I was going to?”
David just moans in response. “Fuck, I want you in me.” I must’ve looked surprised because he adds, “Please?”
“Well, you asked so nicely,” I joke. “Turn around.”
David shakes his head. “I want to see you.”
I nod and kiss him. David pulls away, only letting me peck him on the lips, before dropping to his knees and taking the tip in his mouth. He licks, sucks, and deep throats me a couple times before standing up. I gently pin him to the wall and lift a leg up around my waist.
“Are you sure?” I ask him.
“Just fuck me already,” David orders.
“Not yet,” I respond and slip my fingers into him.
“You don’t need to,” he reminds me.
“But I want to,” I remind him, and he moans in pleasure. “Fuck Pierre! There!”
I can’t help but smile as I replace my fingers with my dick. I slip in just the tip, letting him adjust to my size, before pushing in completely, and earning a moan. I can’t help but smile. I’ve wanted this for so long. And now I finally have it. David grabs onto my shoulders for support.
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?” I whisper into his ear.
“There,” he moans letting me know I’ve hit his prostate. “Faster.”
I shake my head, keeping the pace slow. “Do you know how much you’ve hurt me?” David shakes his head. “Every time I see you with a potential ‘client’ it drives me crazy.” David shivers. “I want you all to myself. As my partner.”
David looks me in the eyes and barely whispers, “Really?” I nod. “I thought didn’t care.”
“I’ve always cared,” I confess.
“I’m so close,” he tells me and I begin stroking him again. “Oh Pierre.”
I stop moving and squeeze the base, preventing him from coming.
“There’s just one little catch David,” I say. “I need to know you’ll stop pimping yourself out. It’s not the answer.”
“I’ll stop if it means I have you,” he tells me. “That’s the only reason I did it in the first place… To get your attention. To make you jealous.”
“Well, it worked,” I remind him. “Of course you’ll have me.”
“Ok,” he agrees, and I release my grip.
I stroke up to the tip and thrust into him one last time, and we both come. I slowly pull out, to not hurt him, and we finish our shower.
“So, does this make us boyfriends?” I ask him.
David smiles. “Of course,” he says before kissing me.
Author: pastete (that's me!)
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: P/D
Standalone
Word Count: 788
Summary: Will Pierre be able to save David in Disney, or will he just have things that he’d like to say to David?
Disclaimer: All fiction. As much as we all know wish this was happening, sadly it isn’t. It’s just a figment of my imagination. I own nothing except myself (Sarah)
Pierre’s POV
I was so stupid for thinking things would change once we got to Disney. I was terribly wrong. Sure, Sarah’s boyfriend is going to propose to her today at the Cinderella castle in Magic Kingdom. But that doesn’t make up for the fact that David pimps himself out whenever given the chance. If only I could make him see how stupid it is… Oh sure, we’ve kissed, onstage for fun, and offstage when we were drunk. But every night is the same. He pimps himself out, has loads of fun, and yet I see that it isn’t as much fun as he pretends. Believe me, I once accidentally witnessed one of his ‘wild nights.’
Wait, is that the shower running? Yes, yes it is! And that would mean David is in the shower… Hmmm. And a light bulb just went off in my head.
So, what do I do? I get up, walk into the bathroom, strip, and hop into the shower with him.
“Pierre!” he exclaims, clearly caught off guard.
Oh boy! I caught him rinsing his hair, so this will be easier than I thought! Well, at least I don’t have to make him turn around somehow, so that’s good.
I smile. “Relax.” I suggest before leaning in and kissing him. “I won’t bite.”
David just looks at me in confusion, and I do the only thing I want to - kiss him. He apparently doesn’t see this as a harmful activity, and begins kissing me back. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him close, and moaning when I feel his erection on my thigh. Only then do I stop kissing him.
“Pie” he starts protesting, but I place a finger over his mouth to silence him, letting my other hand fall to his cock, and begin stroking him.
“Just enjoy it,” I tell him.
“Ok, but,” he begins and I shake my head. “No buts’ David.”
“No, listen,” he moans. “I…”
“I’ll pay you whatever if that’s what you’re worried about,” I interrupt, but he shakes his head.
“That’s not it,” David says. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop.”
I grin. “Whatever gave you the idea I was going to?”
David just moans in response. “Fuck, I want you in me.” I must’ve looked surprised because he adds, “Please?”
“Well, you asked so nicely,” I joke. “Turn around.”
David shakes his head. “I want to see you.”
I nod and kiss him. David pulls away, only letting me peck him on the lips, before dropping to his knees and taking the tip in his mouth. He licks, sucks, and deep throats me a couple times before standing up. I gently pin him to the wall and lift a leg up around my waist.
“Are you sure?” I ask him.
“Just fuck me already,” David orders.
“Not yet,” I respond and slip my fingers into him.
“You don’t need to,” he reminds me.
“But I want to,” I remind him, and he moans in pleasure. “Fuck Pierre! There!”
I can’t help but smile as I replace my fingers with my dick. I slip in just the tip, letting him adjust to my size, before pushing in completely, and earning a moan. I can’t help but smile. I’ve wanted this for so long. And now I finally have it. David grabs onto my shoulders for support.
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?” I whisper into his ear.
“There,” he moans letting me know I’ve hit his prostate. “Faster.”
I shake my head, keeping the pace slow. “Do you know how much you’ve hurt me?” David shakes his head. “Every time I see you with a potential ‘client’ it drives me crazy.” David shivers. “I want you all to myself. As my partner.”
David looks me in the eyes and barely whispers, “Really?” I nod. “I thought didn’t care.”
“I’ve always cared,” I confess.
“I’m so close,” he tells me and I begin stroking him again. “Oh Pierre.”
I stop moving and squeeze the base, preventing him from coming.
“There’s just one little catch David,” I say. “I need to know you’ll stop pimping yourself out. It’s not the answer.”
“I’ll stop if it means I have you,” he tells me. “That’s the only reason I did it in the first place… To get your attention. To make you jealous.”
“Well, it worked,” I remind him. “Of course you’ll have me.”
“Ok,” he agrees, and I release my grip.
I stroke up to the tip and thrust into him one last time, and we both come. I slowly pull out, to not hurt him, and we finish our shower.
“So, does this make us boyfriends?” I ask him.
David smiles. “Of course,” he says before kissing me.