Phase 1, 2 and 3 [1/1]
Title: Phase 1, 2 and 3
Rating: NC-17
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Chapter: Standalone
Summary: Pierre’s lacking in the sex department so David concocts a plan, a plan to get Pierre to allow him to help. Only because he’s David, his plan has three phases, phases that have the potential to embarrass the shit out of him… or out him to the world.
Beta: The lovely star55
Disclaimer: Since my birthday, Christmas and shooting star wishes have been ignored… I’m afraid I don’t own them.
A/N: This is another one of my Pierre/David standalones... all my fics and oneshots will be archived over at pxd_addiction so if you like P/D come join/post etc? It's Never Too Late Part 2 will be posted... soon ^^
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~David’s POV~
I was pretty sure that I was making a stupid decision.
One that could potentially ruin my friendship with Pierre, leave me wanting something I could never have, or even worse, leave me with the hardest boner I had ever and possible would ever get.
Was that about to stop me? Hell fucking no.
See, I may not be a lot of things but I was observant.
Pierre was frustrated, sexually frustrated.
He hadn’t been laid in four months, I could tell. Which really, might bit a tad obsessive, but it’s not like I asked to lust after then fall for him… but hey, that’s irrelevant right now. Right now it was about getting something I wanted, and hopefully, something Pierre would accept.
“David, get ready, we’re on in five minutes.”
Not turning away from the mirror I waved Jeff off while touching up my eyeliner.
When I deemed my makeup perfect, which only took a few seconds I quickly strapped on my Bass and headed out of the dressing room, Pierre was waiting for me.
Giving him a large smile that he returned, I started walking with him towards the stage. When we reached our places, just out of sight of the fans I whispered to him. “Hey Pie?”
Tilting his head to look at me he asked. “Yeah?”
Biting my bottom lip lightly, I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and whispered. “When we get back to the hotel, I need to talk to you about something, something important.”
His eyebrows furrowing he opened his mouth to answer but before he could, Seb was pushing him on stage, I had timed it perfectly.
Grinning to myself, I quickly ran on stage, as I looked out over the crowd, I let a large smile come across my face, this would be a great show; I could just feel it.
Flicking my eyes to Pierre, I watched him give his usual ‘What’s up ‘enter city name here’, we’re Simple Plan’ speech before we started playing ‘Welcome to My Life’.
Keeping my head down throughout the first three songs I wanted to keep Pierre confused for a while, I couldn’t help it; I was a sadist when it came to these things.
It wasn’t until we started playing ‘Addicted’ that the second phase of my plan began; this was the second riskiest phase. On the one hand, everything would go over well and I’d be well on my way to phase three, on the other hand I’d end up embarrassing myself in front of thousands of fans and wishing I could crawl into a hole and die.
I mentally berated myself, I knew the stakes when I started this and regardless of the consequences I would continue, David Desrosiers was not a quitter!
Taking a deep breath I slowly started making my way towards Pierre, making sure to look as normal as possible while keeping out of Pierre’s line of sight.
When I was directly behind him I couldn’t resist looking him up and down, my eyes lingering on his butt. He was oblivious, his attention focused on the audience as he kept singing.
Sneaking closer I waited until he had finished his last line before I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my head on his shoulder. I felt him jump slightly, his head turning to look at me, eyes wide with surprise.
Giving a cheeky grin I moved my head slightly so I could stare into his eyes, feeling him relax as I did. We stayed like that for a few seconds as the song continued to play but all too soon for my liking, I had to break the gaze, moving my head so I could sing into his mike. “How long will I be waiting?”
For a second I thought he wasn’t going to respond, but luckily he did, singing the next line. Mentally sighing in relief, I unwrapped my arms and moved away from him as he continued the song. First part of stage two completed, now it only got harder… pun intended.
Sniggering at my own joke I sauntered back over to my part of the stage for what was left of the song. I was feeling pretty damn good about myself, not only had I got to hold Pierre in my arms but he had relaxed into the embrace, making me feel a little more confident in attempting the next part of phase two.
Keeping my head down for the next two songs I refused to look at Pierre or the audience. If I did, I knew I’d lose my nerve and I repeat, David Desrosiers is not a quitter, so I wasn’t about to let that happen.
Letting my eyes scan over the crowd I mentally pumped my fist in the air when my eyes landed on a group of girls at the front. I had hoped there’d be a few of them at the show, this way I could make the whole plan a lot cleaner and have everybody less suspicious of me.
Looking back at my guitar I waited until ‘Promise’ finished before deciding, it was now or never. Leaning into my microphone I called out to the crowd. “Have you guys been keeping your promises lately?”
A resounding ‘yes’ was shouted back at me.
Giving them a grin I continued. “Well, I guess you all deserve a reward don’t you? Anyone got anything I can do for you?”
The crowd started screaming ideas, everyone trying to be heard. Walking over to Pierre who was staring at me like I had grown two heads I snatched his mike from him before giving the crowd a quick scan.
After a few moments of scanning I let my eyes settle on the group of girls I had originally intended the question for. As expected, they were jumping up and down insanely, trying to grab my attention.
Walking towards the edge of the stage I made a show of rubbing my chin thoughtful before pointing at the one who seemed the older and more confident out of the three girls. When she realised I was going to ask her for my ‘mission’ her jaw dropped open and she pointed to herself in question. Grinning I nodded.
As one of the bouncers helped her reach me, I saw her t-shirt for the second time that night, I just really hoped the guys didn’t know what the ‘Hott_Baguettes’ on it actually stood for.
Sitting down on the edge of the stage I let my legs dangle as she practically bounded over to me. When she reached me I gave her a small smile which she returned. “So,” I asked into the microphone. “What’s your name?”
Pointing it to her I waited for her to respond. Leaning forward she replied, “Zoey.” Her voice filling the stadium
I was momentarily surprised by the steadiness of her tone, usually the fans were always stuttering, not that I was complaining, just stating a fact.
Flicking my eyes to her shirt before back to her eyes I leaned forward making sure only she could hear me, the microphone moved out of range as I whispered. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that by your shirt, you’re going to make me do something with Pierre right?”
Smirking she crossed her arms and nodded, hanging my head a little I bit back my triumphant smirk before muttering in what I hoped was a defeated tone. “Don’t make me do more then kiss him okay?”
Meeting her gaze I saw her nod before a smile took over her face as I pulled the microphone back and said. “Okay, so Zoey here is going to choose what I do for you guys, and after setting some ground rules that she’s agreed to, she’ll now tell everyone.”
Hearing the roar of approval from the crowd I risked a glance at the others. Seb and Jeff looked amused at my behaviour, Chuck’s reaction wasn’t visible and Pierre looked utterly confused.
Turning back to Zoey I couldn’t resist moving the mic enough not to be heard so I could ask her. “Tell me Pierre’s reaction after you ask the question okay?”
Her grin widening to epic proportions she nodded vigorously. Pointing the mic at her I watched her gulp, her eyes filling with nervousness as she looked briefly at the band before moving to the crowd. When she reached her friends she seemed to get her confidence back as she lent forward and said into the mike. “Kiss Pierre,” looking past me she continued “on the lips.”
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but the roar of approval from the crowd was enough to plaster a look of shock on my face.
Slowly turning to look at Pierre I waited for him to meet my eyes, apart from shock I couldn’t read them. “Want to know his reaction?” Zoey’s quiet voice asked.
Turning to look at her I muttered out a ‘yes’.
Biting her lip briefly she took a deep breathe before saying. “Well his mouth fell open, his eyes widened and he kinda just looked like he’d seen a kitten get run over.”
I screwed my face up a little at the image but she ignored my expression instead saying. “You know, it’s funny, we were only fifty signatures away from a thousand, in about two more shows we probably would have been able to ask you to do this anyway, I guess this was just fate. So anyway are you going to do it?”
Eyebrows furrowing I asked. “Signatures? What?”
Giving me an innocent look she said. “Nothing, nothing. It’s not important, besides you wouldn’t want to keep the fans waiting, after all, we do want you to kiss your lead singer.”
Turning she walked away, leaving me rather confused. What in the hell had she meant by signatures?
Shaking my head instead I slowly stood up, my eyes scanning over the crowd, was it just me or were half of them more exited then I was?
Deciding not to continue down that pathway I instead brought the microphone up to my mouth and asked. “Umm, do you all agree with Zoey?”
The shouted response of ‘YES’ almost made me sigh in relief, this had been the riskiest part, if the fans had said no, I wouldn’t have had my opening, but now I did, and all that was left, was… Pierre’s reaction.
Taking in a slightly shaky breath I looked over at Pierre, he gave what looked to be a nervous laugh before rubbing the back of his neck. My eyebrows furrowed slightly, something wasn’t right.
Walking over to me he took the mic from my hand before saying into it. “Sorry guys, but seriously, we don’t swing that way.”
I mentally slapped my forehead, of all the things I hadn’t considered, this was one of them.
I thought he’d be ready to do it if the fans wanted it, but no he has to be all ‘straight’ and what not… regardless of if he is or not, he shouldn’t have had a problem kissing me, he’s groped me, surely a kiss is less ‘gay’ then a crotch grope?
Hearing the disappointment from the crowd propelled me into action. Taking the mic back from him I said. “Yeah, Pierre’s right, we don’t swing that way.”
I heard the crowd’s disappointed shouts rise in volume making me smirk slightly. Flicking my eyes to Pierre I sent a mental prayer up to whoever might be listening that this turned out okay before looking back at the crowd and saying. “But I always keep my promises.”
Turning to Pierre I saw his eyes widen dramatically but before he could get more then a ‘Dav-’ out I had swooped down and connected our lips.
It was only a brief peck, not lasting more then a couple of seconds, just a small touch of lips on lips before I pulled back but the fans were screaming wildly.
Turning away from Pierre’s utterly shocked face I looked over the rest of the band. They weren’t much better, it was almost enough to make me laugh out loud, but instead I just turned back to the crowd saying. “Okay, I’m going to go stand in a corner now.”
Practically shoving the microphone into Pierre’s hand I did exactly what I said I would, scurrying over to my corner of the stage and staring pointedly down at my guitar, everyone might have thought it was because I was embarrassed, but really it was to hide the huge ass fucking smile that was on my face.
I knew that would be all over the internet by tomorrow but I didn’t care, phase two was officially completed, now all I needed to accomplish was phase three.
It took a couple of seconds before Pierre seemed to get over his shock and get back into the performance but you could hear in his voice that he was still pretty stunned.
As we started to play another song I pushed back my smile as I flicked my eyes to Zoey, she met my stare, a knowing smirk on her face. I felt my lip twitch slightly before I broke from her gaze, I didn’t want to give to much away now did I?
The rest of the show passed in relative calm, I kept my head down and didn’t go anywhere near Pierre or the others but with every chord I played I could feel at least one pair of the bands eyes on me.
I knew that the moment we got of stage I’d be bombarded with questions, questions I sadly couldn’t try and ignore. If I tried to dodge their queries I’d look suspicious. This way I came at it from a position of… straightness, for lack of a better word.
When the show finally ended Pierre gave everyone a send off before starting to walk towards me.
Giving a small goodbye wave to the crowd I quickly turned around and darted off the stage. The moment I was hidden from the audiences view I handed my bass to one of the techs, not really caring who it was, after all, even though I was going to come at it from the POV of a ‘straight’ man’s that didn’t mean I wasn’t worried about getting socked in the face.
Okay, so I doubted Pierre would hit me but… I didn’t really want to take the chance.
Trying to get to the dressing room as fast as I could without giving off the impression of running I was almost there when I felt someone grab the back of my shirt, pulling me backwards enough that I was knocked off balance, falling backwards, the back of my head hitting my capturers chest.
I had a feeling I knew who it was, but wanting to double check I slowly tilted my head up until I was looking into Pierre’s face.
Yep, I was right.
Giving him a nervous smile that I was pretty sure looked more like a grimace I practically pleaded. “Please don’t hit me.”
He seemed momentarily surprised before he shook his head. “I’m not going to hit you. I am going to ask what the hell you were thinking though.”
Pulling out of his hold I didn’t answer until I was standing a few steps away, facing him.
“I said I’d do it and David Desrosiers doesn’t back down,” letting my face show the nervousness I was feeling I continued. “Please don’t be mad at me, I know I probably should have asked if you were okay with it, but I didn’t have the time.”
Okay, so that was kind of the truth… just a little smudged.
Something passed through his eyes that I couldn’t quiet decipher, but for a split second it looked like disappointment.
Now that could mean one of two things.
One; I was overanalysing things or two; Pierre actually wanted me to kiss him.
I didn’t think I was up to finding out which at the moment, so instead I put it to the back of my mind and made myself move back to that task at hand, starting phase three.
When Pierre spoke, I mentally shook myself from my thoughts.
“I’m not mad at you David, just next time you get the urge to kiss me, warn me first okay?”
Smiling I ran over to him hugging him tightly and murmuring into his chest. “I’m so happy you don’t hate me, I really wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“David, how could I ever hate you?” He breathed out, so quietly I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly.
Deciding to pretend I hadn’t heard him I stayed in his embrace for a few more moments before pulling back.
Smiling I said. “I’m going to go get changed now.”
I went to turn around but he grabbed my arm. Giving him a curious look I waited for him to speak. “David, before we went on stage you said you needed to tell me something… what was it?”
My eyes widened slightly.
Shit!
He wasn’t supposed to bring that up, I was, and it was suppose to be when we were at the hotel, not in the middle of a fucking hall.
“Uh…uh, j-just forget it.” I stuttered out, mentally cursing at myself, now he’d never leave it alone.
“David,” Pierre said; his tone disapproving. “Don’t lie to me, now what is it?”
Biting my lower lip, I tried to think of a way to save phase three, and the only way I could do that was by getting away from Pierre or… changing the venue.
Looking up at Pierre’s face I knew that I was not going to be able to escape him, I had to change the plan… I just hoped this wouldn’t screw everything up.
Nodding slightly, I murmured out an ‘okay’ before grabbing the hand still on my arm and pulling him with me towards the dressing room.
“David?” He asked confused.
Shaking my head I refused to answer and we fell into silence as I pulled him towards the dressing room, neither of us commenting on our linked hands.
When we reached it I opened the door, pushing him inside once I was sure it was empty. Quickly following him I in I shut the door, momentarily thankful it was the kind that locked.
Flicking the lock I turned to Pierre, he was looking at me, confusion covering his face.
Taking a deep breath I spoke. “Okay, I’m going to skip beating around the bush and get straight to it. Why aren’t you sleeping with anyone?”
If possible I was sure his eyes would have popped right out of his skull, but since that was kinda impossible they settled with widening to the size of dinner plates.
“W-What?!?” He practically yelped.
Using my carefully laid out plan I chose my answers very carefully. “You’re sexually frustrated, I can tell, and I’m worried about you.”
Crossing his arms across his chest defensively he said angrily. “It’s none of your business!”
Following his example, I crossed my own arms. “I can’t help the fact I care about you Pierre, you’re my best friend! What am I suppose to do?”
Glaring at me he hissed out. “You can not interfere with my sex life; it’s no concern of yours, last time I checked we weren’t dating.”
Was that bitterness in his voice?
Giving his face a quick scan I didn’t come up with anything so I moved on, answering him. “No Pierre we aren’t but as I stated before you’re my best friend and I promised myself I wouldn’t leave here until you were okay.”
Heh, I wonder if he’d take the bait.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” he said sarcastically. “I forgot that you always keep your promises.”
Score!
Giving him a measuring look I saw him start to realise what he said. “David I didn’t m-”
Before he could finish I cut him off, holding up my hand.
Snapping his mouth shut he waited for me to speak.
Sucking in a deep breath I prepared myself to take the biggest plunge of my life. I was about to commence the third and final phase of the plan, the riskiest one of them all.
Looking him dead in the eyes I spoke, my voice completely neutral. “Yeah Pierre, I do keep my promises.”
Slowly walking towards him I didn’t speak again until we were inches apart.
“So right here, right now. I’m going to keep two of them. I promised myself I wouldn’t leave this room until I had helped you and I’m going to do that.”
He went to speak but the look I shot him made him shut his mouth again.
“As for the other promise…” pausing, I looked away from his face as I sucked in another deep breath, when I looked back I knew my eyes were filled with determination. “Well, here’s your warning, I’m going to kiss you.”
Not letting him react I crashed our lips together, my eyes closing instantly.
When I felt his lips part in a gasp I pushed my tongue inside, my hands moving up to his hair, holding him in place as I kissed him.
At first he just stood there frozen, it wasn’t until I rubbed my tongue against his while pushing him up against the wall that he reacted, his body tensing but not fighting me.
Taking that as a bit of a good sign I started doing a few tricks with my tongue while pushing my knee between his legs to rub against him through his pants.
I was momentarily shocked when my knee rubbed against a semi hard erection, causing him to groan into my mouth.
Apparently he was enjoying this, even if he was refusing to participate.
I was going to change that.
Pulling back just enough for us to take a breath I quickly started kissing him again, making sure he never got the chance to say anything.
Knowing that with my knee rubbing him he wouldn’t pull away I let his head go, my hands moving to his hips and slipping under his shirt, teasing his chest with light touches.
I smiled into the kiss when he whimpered.
Four months of no sex combined with my talents? He was putty in my hands.
Kissing him for a little longer I felt him respond slightly, his tongue hesitantly moving against mine.
Toning it down a little, I kissed him slowly, letting him take the lead.
I knew he was probably confused but I also knew that he wasn’t about to tell me to stop.
When we started to need air again I pulled back, making sure to bring my hands up to pinch and brush his nipples, keeping him occupied. It worked, a low moan being pulled from his throat as he arched up into both my hands and knee.
Grinning, I felt the evidence of a full mast, he was hard and aching, and it was all for me.
I had to hold in a content sigh as I slowly moved my mouth to his neck, attacking it with kisses, making sure not to suck hard enough to leave any love bites.
Moving down further I pulled his shirt back, licking his collarbone, making him shiver.
“Dav-id, w-why are y-y-you, arrgh, doi-ng this?” Pierre groaned; his words interrupted by the occasional gasp or moan as I kissed or sucked a particular sensitive spot.
Pulling back I paused my ministrants, my knee the only thing I still continued, how was I going to answer that?
There were two things I could say, I could tell him the truth; that I wanted him and had always wanted him, or I could tell him it was because he was my friend and he needed it.
Deciding that neither of them were a good option I choose a different one.
Lifting my head I kissed him lightly on the lips, just like when we were on stage.
Murmuring into his lips I asked. “Would you rather I answer that question, or use my mouth to tend to a different part of your body?”
He made a sound between a groan and a whimper. I was taking that as a yes.
Pulling away slightly I felt him groan as my knee stopped its rubbing and my body heat disappeared. Not wanting him to wait too long I dropped to my knees, my hands hastily undoing his belt. I had just gotten it undone when I felt Pierre’s hand land on mine as they went to pull down his pants zipper.
I saw him take in a deep breath before saying, his voice husky. “You, you don’t have to.”
Looking into his eyes I could see the plain want and need in them, completely contradicting his words. My only answer was to pull down his zipper, my eyes never leaving his until I had dropped his jeans to the ground.
Breaking our gaze I turned to look at the tent in his boxers, this was something I had wanted to do for so long, and knowing I could only do it once, I was going to make the best of it, for him, and for me.
Grazing my hand over him gently I heard him whimper, his hips jerking forward, wanting more contact.
Deciding to give it to him, I grabbed his boxers, and in one swift movement pulled them down to his ankles.
He hissed slightly at the feeling of the cool air ghosting over him.
Leaning forward I let my lips take in and worry the tip of his erection.
This time he hissed for a completely different reason.
Taking a few moments to tease the tip, I held in a smile when he mumbled out a few curse words.
Taking some pity on him I slowly took more of him into my mouth, my tongue wrapping around and teasing each new inch I let inside.
When I had taken him in halfway I stopped all movement, earning a whimper of protest from him. Smirking to myself I waited a few more seconds before letting out a loud hum.
The response was instant as he groaned out. “Fuck.”
Looking up at him I saw his eyes were screwed and his head was against the wall, his fist clenched at his sides.
That was good, but not good enough, I wanted to see him lose it.
Using a long perfected skill, and by that I mean having practised with straws and lollipops, I slowly started to deep throat him. Taking in as much of him as I could I let him hit the back of my throat, making sure to stifle my gag reflex.
He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair. I couldn’t suppress the smile that formed at that.
Continuing with my ministrants, I added a few more hums, making him groan every time.
Suddenly he gave an extra loud groan before gasping out. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna…”
He never got to finish, as he came, moaning my name.
I swallowed all I could, only a small trickle dribbling down my chin.
I allowed myself a few seconds of joy at the fact he’d moaned my name before I pulled away from him.
Wiping the left over cum off my face, it was only then that three things really hit me.
One; He’d want to know why I just did that.
Two; He may never want to talk to me again.
And
Three; I was painfully, achingly, hard.
Mother Fucking Shit!
Risking a glance up at Pierre I blinked, he was still leaning up against the wall, his eyes closed, his breathing still slightly irregular.
Not wanting to meet his eyes just yet, I looked down at the ground while slowly wiggling backwards, putting a little bit of space between us. Apart from that I didn’t really know what to do.
In all honesty, I never dreamed my plan would get me this far.
Hearing a muttered ‘wow’ snapped me from my thoughts as I slowly looked up at Pierre.
His eyes were open now, but when his gaze meet mine hie eyes widened and his whole face changed from content to horror as he quickly pulled his boxers and pants up.
Quickly snapping my head away from him I looked at the floor to my right while mentally telling myself not to cry, I had expected something like this would happen and now I just had to deal with it.
“Shit David, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t off, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, fuck, shit, fuck.”
His muttered words had me turning to look at him; he was standing against the wall, his head bowed and hands twisting his t-shirt.
“W-What?” I asked, completely perplexed.
Refusing to look at me he started mumbling again. “I shouldn’t off, I’m so sorry.”
“Shouldn’t off what?” I asked, if possible even more confused.
Still refusing to meet my gaze he whispered. “I used you, I’m so fucking sorry, I should have let you.”
Huh?
“Pierre, what the hell are you going on about? You didn’t use me, I chose to do that.”
Shaking his head he finally looked up at me, I was shocked to see unshed tears in his eyes.
“No, you don’t get it David! You did that, to of all fucking things, help me, and I used you.”
Did he have a different definition of using people then me?
“Pierre,” I spoke, trying to tell him, without telling him, that I wanted to do it. “Look, I don’t know why you think you ‘used’ me but I did that because you needed it, obviously wanted it and because,” I love you. “You’re my best friend.”
He let out a groan of frustration before saying. “You don’t get it! You may have done it for me, but I took it, because it was you.”
Wait…
No way.
“Woah, wait up, because it was me?”
Refusing to look me in the eyes Pierre crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive gesture.
“You’d think I’d let Chuck blow me just cause I hadn’t had sex in four months?”
He had a point.
“Wow.” I muttered.
Pierre liked me, or at least had the hots for me.
Fuck yeah!
Grinning I said. “And what, you think I’d blow Chuck if he hadn’t had sex in four months?”
Pierre snapped his head up to look at me, his eyes searching mine before coming to the same conclusion I had about him.
Grinning almost as wide as me he took a step forward but I was already across the room and jumping into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as my arms snaked around his neck.
My smile not breaking for a second I kissed him on the lips, and he kissed me back, it was slow, it was deep and it was exactly what I always thought love would feel like.
We didn’t need to say overused words, didn’t need to have loud, rough sex on the floor, we just needed to hold each other tight and feel the others heart beating in time with ours, while our lips told each other a secret, one that only we could understand.
Rating: NC-17
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Chapter: Standalone
Summary: Pierre’s lacking in the sex department so David concocts a plan, a plan to get Pierre to allow him to help. Only because he’s David, his plan has three phases, phases that have the potential to embarrass the shit out of him… or out him to the world.
Beta: The lovely star55
Disclaimer: Since my birthday, Christmas and shooting star wishes have been ignored… I’m afraid I don’t own them.
A/N: This is another one of my Pierre/David standalones... all my fics and oneshots will be archived over at pxd_addiction so if you like P/D come join/post etc? It's Never Too Late Part 2 will be posted... soon ^^
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~David’s POV~
I was pretty sure that I was making a stupid decision.
One that could potentially ruin my friendship with Pierre, leave me wanting something I could never have, or even worse, leave me with the hardest boner I had ever and possible would ever get.
Was that about to stop me? Hell fucking no.
See, I may not be a lot of things but I was observant.
Pierre was frustrated, sexually frustrated.
He hadn’t been laid in four months, I could tell. Which really, might bit a tad obsessive, but it’s not like I asked to lust after then fall for him… but hey, that’s irrelevant right now. Right now it was about getting something I wanted, and hopefully, something Pierre would accept.
“David, get ready, we’re on in five minutes.”
Not turning away from the mirror I waved Jeff off while touching up my eyeliner.
When I deemed my makeup perfect, which only took a few seconds I quickly strapped on my Bass and headed out of the dressing room, Pierre was waiting for me.
Giving him a large smile that he returned, I started walking with him towards the stage. When we reached our places, just out of sight of the fans I whispered to him. “Hey Pie?”
Tilting his head to look at me he asked. “Yeah?”
Biting my bottom lip lightly, I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and whispered. “When we get back to the hotel, I need to talk to you about something, something important.”
His eyebrows furrowing he opened his mouth to answer but before he could, Seb was pushing him on stage, I had timed it perfectly.
Grinning to myself, I quickly ran on stage, as I looked out over the crowd, I let a large smile come across my face, this would be a great show; I could just feel it.
Flicking my eyes to Pierre, I watched him give his usual ‘What’s up ‘enter city name here’, we’re Simple Plan’ speech before we started playing ‘Welcome to My Life’.
Keeping my head down throughout the first three songs I wanted to keep Pierre confused for a while, I couldn’t help it; I was a sadist when it came to these things.
It wasn’t until we started playing ‘Addicted’ that the second phase of my plan began; this was the second riskiest phase. On the one hand, everything would go over well and I’d be well on my way to phase three, on the other hand I’d end up embarrassing myself in front of thousands of fans and wishing I could crawl into a hole and die.
I mentally berated myself, I knew the stakes when I started this and regardless of the consequences I would continue, David Desrosiers was not a quitter!
Taking a deep breath I slowly started making my way towards Pierre, making sure to look as normal as possible while keeping out of Pierre’s line of sight.
When I was directly behind him I couldn’t resist looking him up and down, my eyes lingering on his butt. He was oblivious, his attention focused on the audience as he kept singing.
Sneaking closer I waited until he had finished his last line before I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my head on his shoulder. I felt him jump slightly, his head turning to look at me, eyes wide with surprise.
Giving a cheeky grin I moved my head slightly so I could stare into his eyes, feeling him relax as I did. We stayed like that for a few seconds as the song continued to play but all too soon for my liking, I had to break the gaze, moving my head so I could sing into his mike. “How long will I be waiting?”
For a second I thought he wasn’t going to respond, but luckily he did, singing the next line. Mentally sighing in relief, I unwrapped my arms and moved away from him as he continued the song. First part of stage two completed, now it only got harder… pun intended.
Sniggering at my own joke I sauntered back over to my part of the stage for what was left of the song. I was feeling pretty damn good about myself, not only had I got to hold Pierre in my arms but he had relaxed into the embrace, making me feel a little more confident in attempting the next part of phase two.
Keeping my head down for the next two songs I refused to look at Pierre or the audience. If I did, I knew I’d lose my nerve and I repeat, David Desrosiers is not a quitter, so I wasn’t about to let that happen.
Letting my eyes scan over the crowd I mentally pumped my fist in the air when my eyes landed on a group of girls at the front. I had hoped there’d be a few of them at the show, this way I could make the whole plan a lot cleaner and have everybody less suspicious of me.
Looking back at my guitar I waited until ‘Promise’ finished before deciding, it was now or never. Leaning into my microphone I called out to the crowd. “Have you guys been keeping your promises lately?”
A resounding ‘yes’ was shouted back at me.
Giving them a grin I continued. “Well, I guess you all deserve a reward don’t you? Anyone got anything I can do for you?”
The crowd started screaming ideas, everyone trying to be heard. Walking over to Pierre who was staring at me like I had grown two heads I snatched his mike from him before giving the crowd a quick scan.
After a few moments of scanning I let my eyes settle on the group of girls I had originally intended the question for. As expected, they were jumping up and down insanely, trying to grab my attention.
Walking towards the edge of the stage I made a show of rubbing my chin thoughtful before pointing at the one who seemed the older and more confident out of the three girls. When she realised I was going to ask her for my ‘mission’ her jaw dropped open and she pointed to herself in question. Grinning I nodded.
As one of the bouncers helped her reach me, I saw her t-shirt for the second time that night, I just really hoped the guys didn’t know what the ‘Hott_Baguettes’ on it actually stood for.
Sitting down on the edge of the stage I let my legs dangle as she practically bounded over to me. When she reached me I gave her a small smile which she returned. “So,” I asked into the microphone. “What’s your name?”
Pointing it to her I waited for her to respond. Leaning forward she replied, “Zoey.” Her voice filling the stadium
I was momentarily surprised by the steadiness of her tone, usually the fans were always stuttering, not that I was complaining, just stating a fact.
Flicking my eyes to her shirt before back to her eyes I leaned forward making sure only she could hear me, the microphone moved out of range as I whispered. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that by your shirt, you’re going to make me do something with Pierre right?”
Smirking she crossed her arms and nodded, hanging my head a little I bit back my triumphant smirk before muttering in what I hoped was a defeated tone. “Don’t make me do more then kiss him okay?”
Meeting her gaze I saw her nod before a smile took over her face as I pulled the microphone back and said. “Okay, so Zoey here is going to choose what I do for you guys, and after setting some ground rules that she’s agreed to, she’ll now tell everyone.”
Hearing the roar of approval from the crowd I risked a glance at the others. Seb and Jeff looked amused at my behaviour, Chuck’s reaction wasn’t visible and Pierre looked utterly confused.
Turning back to Zoey I couldn’t resist moving the mic enough not to be heard so I could ask her. “Tell me Pierre’s reaction after you ask the question okay?”
Her grin widening to epic proportions she nodded vigorously. Pointing the mic at her I watched her gulp, her eyes filling with nervousness as she looked briefly at the band before moving to the crowd. When she reached her friends she seemed to get her confidence back as she lent forward and said into the mike. “Kiss Pierre,” looking past me she continued “on the lips.”
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but the roar of approval from the crowd was enough to plaster a look of shock on my face.
Slowly turning to look at Pierre I waited for him to meet my eyes, apart from shock I couldn’t read them. “Want to know his reaction?” Zoey’s quiet voice asked.
Turning to look at her I muttered out a ‘yes’.
Biting her lip briefly she took a deep breathe before saying. “Well his mouth fell open, his eyes widened and he kinda just looked like he’d seen a kitten get run over.”
I screwed my face up a little at the image but she ignored my expression instead saying. “You know, it’s funny, we were only fifty signatures away from a thousand, in about two more shows we probably would have been able to ask you to do this anyway, I guess this was just fate. So anyway are you going to do it?”
Eyebrows furrowing I asked. “Signatures? What?”
Giving me an innocent look she said. “Nothing, nothing. It’s not important, besides you wouldn’t want to keep the fans waiting, after all, we do want you to kiss your lead singer.”
Turning she walked away, leaving me rather confused. What in the hell had she meant by signatures?
Shaking my head instead I slowly stood up, my eyes scanning over the crowd, was it just me or were half of them more exited then I was?
Deciding not to continue down that pathway I instead brought the microphone up to my mouth and asked. “Umm, do you all agree with Zoey?”
The shouted response of ‘YES’ almost made me sigh in relief, this had been the riskiest part, if the fans had said no, I wouldn’t have had my opening, but now I did, and all that was left, was… Pierre’s reaction.
Taking in a slightly shaky breath I looked over at Pierre, he gave what looked to be a nervous laugh before rubbing the back of his neck. My eyebrows furrowed slightly, something wasn’t right.
Walking over to me he took the mic from my hand before saying into it. “Sorry guys, but seriously, we don’t swing that way.”
I mentally slapped my forehead, of all the things I hadn’t considered, this was one of them.
I thought he’d be ready to do it if the fans wanted it, but no he has to be all ‘straight’ and what not… regardless of if he is or not, he shouldn’t have had a problem kissing me, he’s groped me, surely a kiss is less ‘gay’ then a crotch grope?
Hearing the disappointment from the crowd propelled me into action. Taking the mic back from him I said. “Yeah, Pierre’s right, we don’t swing that way.”
I heard the crowd’s disappointed shouts rise in volume making me smirk slightly. Flicking my eyes to Pierre I sent a mental prayer up to whoever might be listening that this turned out okay before looking back at the crowd and saying. “But I always keep my promises.”
Turning to Pierre I saw his eyes widen dramatically but before he could get more then a ‘Dav-’ out I had swooped down and connected our lips.
It was only a brief peck, not lasting more then a couple of seconds, just a small touch of lips on lips before I pulled back but the fans were screaming wildly.
Turning away from Pierre’s utterly shocked face I looked over the rest of the band. They weren’t much better, it was almost enough to make me laugh out loud, but instead I just turned back to the crowd saying. “Okay, I’m going to go stand in a corner now.”
Practically shoving the microphone into Pierre’s hand I did exactly what I said I would, scurrying over to my corner of the stage and staring pointedly down at my guitar, everyone might have thought it was because I was embarrassed, but really it was to hide the huge ass fucking smile that was on my face.
I knew that would be all over the internet by tomorrow but I didn’t care, phase two was officially completed, now all I needed to accomplish was phase three.
It took a couple of seconds before Pierre seemed to get over his shock and get back into the performance but you could hear in his voice that he was still pretty stunned.
As we started to play another song I pushed back my smile as I flicked my eyes to Zoey, she met my stare, a knowing smirk on her face. I felt my lip twitch slightly before I broke from her gaze, I didn’t want to give to much away now did I?
The rest of the show passed in relative calm, I kept my head down and didn’t go anywhere near Pierre or the others but with every chord I played I could feel at least one pair of the bands eyes on me.
I knew that the moment we got of stage I’d be bombarded with questions, questions I sadly couldn’t try and ignore. If I tried to dodge their queries I’d look suspicious. This way I came at it from a position of… straightness, for lack of a better word.
When the show finally ended Pierre gave everyone a send off before starting to walk towards me.
Giving a small goodbye wave to the crowd I quickly turned around and darted off the stage. The moment I was hidden from the audiences view I handed my bass to one of the techs, not really caring who it was, after all, even though I was going to come at it from the POV of a ‘straight’ man’s that didn’t mean I wasn’t worried about getting socked in the face.
Okay, so I doubted Pierre would hit me but… I didn’t really want to take the chance.
Trying to get to the dressing room as fast as I could without giving off the impression of running I was almost there when I felt someone grab the back of my shirt, pulling me backwards enough that I was knocked off balance, falling backwards, the back of my head hitting my capturers chest.
I had a feeling I knew who it was, but wanting to double check I slowly tilted my head up until I was looking into Pierre’s face.
Yep, I was right.
Giving him a nervous smile that I was pretty sure looked more like a grimace I practically pleaded. “Please don’t hit me.”
He seemed momentarily surprised before he shook his head. “I’m not going to hit you. I am going to ask what the hell you were thinking though.”
Pulling out of his hold I didn’t answer until I was standing a few steps away, facing him.
“I said I’d do it and David Desrosiers doesn’t back down,” letting my face show the nervousness I was feeling I continued. “Please don’t be mad at me, I know I probably should have asked if you were okay with it, but I didn’t have the time.”
Okay, so that was kind of the truth… just a little smudged.
Something passed through his eyes that I couldn’t quiet decipher, but for a split second it looked like disappointment.
Now that could mean one of two things.
One; I was overanalysing things or two; Pierre actually wanted me to kiss him.
I didn’t think I was up to finding out which at the moment, so instead I put it to the back of my mind and made myself move back to that task at hand, starting phase three.
When Pierre spoke, I mentally shook myself from my thoughts.
“I’m not mad at you David, just next time you get the urge to kiss me, warn me first okay?”
Smiling I ran over to him hugging him tightly and murmuring into his chest. “I’m so happy you don’t hate me, I really wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“David, how could I ever hate you?” He breathed out, so quietly I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly.
Deciding to pretend I hadn’t heard him I stayed in his embrace for a few more moments before pulling back.
Smiling I said. “I’m going to go get changed now.”
I went to turn around but he grabbed my arm. Giving him a curious look I waited for him to speak. “David, before we went on stage you said you needed to tell me something… what was it?”
My eyes widened slightly.
Shit!
He wasn’t supposed to bring that up, I was, and it was suppose to be when we were at the hotel, not in the middle of a fucking hall.
“Uh…uh, j-just forget it.” I stuttered out, mentally cursing at myself, now he’d never leave it alone.
“David,” Pierre said; his tone disapproving. “Don’t lie to me, now what is it?”
Biting my lower lip, I tried to think of a way to save phase three, and the only way I could do that was by getting away from Pierre or… changing the venue.
Looking up at Pierre’s face I knew that I was not going to be able to escape him, I had to change the plan… I just hoped this wouldn’t screw everything up.
Nodding slightly, I murmured out an ‘okay’ before grabbing the hand still on my arm and pulling him with me towards the dressing room.
“David?” He asked confused.
Shaking my head I refused to answer and we fell into silence as I pulled him towards the dressing room, neither of us commenting on our linked hands.
When we reached it I opened the door, pushing him inside once I was sure it was empty. Quickly following him I in I shut the door, momentarily thankful it was the kind that locked.
Flicking the lock I turned to Pierre, he was looking at me, confusion covering his face.
Taking a deep breath I spoke. “Okay, I’m going to skip beating around the bush and get straight to it. Why aren’t you sleeping with anyone?”
If possible I was sure his eyes would have popped right out of his skull, but since that was kinda impossible they settled with widening to the size of dinner plates.
“W-What?!?” He practically yelped.
Using my carefully laid out plan I chose my answers very carefully. “You’re sexually frustrated, I can tell, and I’m worried about you.”
Crossing his arms across his chest defensively he said angrily. “It’s none of your business!”
Following his example, I crossed my own arms. “I can’t help the fact I care about you Pierre, you’re my best friend! What am I suppose to do?”
Glaring at me he hissed out. “You can not interfere with my sex life; it’s no concern of yours, last time I checked we weren’t dating.”
Was that bitterness in his voice?
Giving his face a quick scan I didn’t come up with anything so I moved on, answering him. “No Pierre we aren’t but as I stated before you’re my best friend and I promised myself I wouldn’t leave here until you were okay.”
Heh, I wonder if he’d take the bait.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” he said sarcastically. “I forgot that you always keep your promises.”
Score!
Giving him a measuring look I saw him start to realise what he said. “David I didn’t m-”
Before he could finish I cut him off, holding up my hand.
Snapping his mouth shut he waited for me to speak.
Sucking in a deep breath I prepared myself to take the biggest plunge of my life. I was about to commence the third and final phase of the plan, the riskiest one of them all.
Looking him dead in the eyes I spoke, my voice completely neutral. “Yeah Pierre, I do keep my promises.”
Slowly walking towards him I didn’t speak again until we were inches apart.
“So right here, right now. I’m going to keep two of them. I promised myself I wouldn’t leave this room until I had helped you and I’m going to do that.”
He went to speak but the look I shot him made him shut his mouth again.
“As for the other promise…” pausing, I looked away from his face as I sucked in another deep breath, when I looked back I knew my eyes were filled with determination. “Well, here’s your warning, I’m going to kiss you.”
Not letting him react I crashed our lips together, my eyes closing instantly.
When I felt his lips part in a gasp I pushed my tongue inside, my hands moving up to his hair, holding him in place as I kissed him.
At first he just stood there frozen, it wasn’t until I rubbed my tongue against his while pushing him up against the wall that he reacted, his body tensing but not fighting me.
Taking that as a bit of a good sign I started doing a few tricks with my tongue while pushing my knee between his legs to rub against him through his pants.
I was momentarily shocked when my knee rubbed against a semi hard erection, causing him to groan into my mouth.
Apparently he was enjoying this, even if he was refusing to participate.
I was going to change that.
Pulling back just enough for us to take a breath I quickly started kissing him again, making sure he never got the chance to say anything.
Knowing that with my knee rubbing him he wouldn’t pull away I let his head go, my hands moving to his hips and slipping under his shirt, teasing his chest with light touches.
I smiled into the kiss when he whimpered.
Four months of no sex combined with my talents? He was putty in my hands.
Kissing him for a little longer I felt him respond slightly, his tongue hesitantly moving against mine.
Toning it down a little, I kissed him slowly, letting him take the lead.
I knew he was probably confused but I also knew that he wasn’t about to tell me to stop.
When we started to need air again I pulled back, making sure to bring my hands up to pinch and brush his nipples, keeping him occupied. It worked, a low moan being pulled from his throat as he arched up into both my hands and knee.
Grinning, I felt the evidence of a full mast, he was hard and aching, and it was all for me.
I had to hold in a content sigh as I slowly moved my mouth to his neck, attacking it with kisses, making sure not to suck hard enough to leave any love bites.
Moving down further I pulled his shirt back, licking his collarbone, making him shiver.
“Dav-id, w-why are y-y-you, arrgh, doi-ng this?” Pierre groaned; his words interrupted by the occasional gasp or moan as I kissed or sucked a particular sensitive spot.
Pulling back I paused my ministrants, my knee the only thing I still continued, how was I going to answer that?
There were two things I could say, I could tell him the truth; that I wanted him and had always wanted him, or I could tell him it was because he was my friend and he needed it.
Deciding that neither of them were a good option I choose a different one.
Lifting my head I kissed him lightly on the lips, just like when we were on stage.
Murmuring into his lips I asked. “Would you rather I answer that question, or use my mouth to tend to a different part of your body?”
He made a sound between a groan and a whimper. I was taking that as a yes.
Pulling away slightly I felt him groan as my knee stopped its rubbing and my body heat disappeared. Not wanting him to wait too long I dropped to my knees, my hands hastily undoing his belt. I had just gotten it undone when I felt Pierre’s hand land on mine as they went to pull down his pants zipper.
I saw him take in a deep breath before saying, his voice husky. “You, you don’t have to.”
Looking into his eyes I could see the plain want and need in them, completely contradicting his words. My only answer was to pull down his zipper, my eyes never leaving his until I had dropped his jeans to the ground.
Breaking our gaze I turned to look at the tent in his boxers, this was something I had wanted to do for so long, and knowing I could only do it once, I was going to make the best of it, for him, and for me.
Grazing my hand over him gently I heard him whimper, his hips jerking forward, wanting more contact.
Deciding to give it to him, I grabbed his boxers, and in one swift movement pulled them down to his ankles.
He hissed slightly at the feeling of the cool air ghosting over him.
Leaning forward I let my lips take in and worry the tip of his erection.
This time he hissed for a completely different reason.
Taking a few moments to tease the tip, I held in a smile when he mumbled out a few curse words.
Taking some pity on him I slowly took more of him into my mouth, my tongue wrapping around and teasing each new inch I let inside.
When I had taken him in halfway I stopped all movement, earning a whimper of protest from him. Smirking to myself I waited a few more seconds before letting out a loud hum.
The response was instant as he groaned out. “Fuck.”
Looking up at him I saw his eyes were screwed and his head was against the wall, his fist clenched at his sides.
That was good, but not good enough, I wanted to see him lose it.
Using a long perfected skill, and by that I mean having practised with straws and lollipops, I slowly started to deep throat him. Taking in as much of him as I could I let him hit the back of my throat, making sure to stifle my gag reflex.
He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair. I couldn’t suppress the smile that formed at that.
Continuing with my ministrants, I added a few more hums, making him groan every time.
Suddenly he gave an extra loud groan before gasping out. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna…”
He never got to finish, as he came, moaning my name.
I swallowed all I could, only a small trickle dribbling down my chin.
I allowed myself a few seconds of joy at the fact he’d moaned my name before I pulled away from him.
Wiping the left over cum off my face, it was only then that three things really hit me.
One; He’d want to know why I just did that.
Two; He may never want to talk to me again.
And
Three; I was painfully, achingly, hard.
Mother Fucking Shit!
Risking a glance up at Pierre I blinked, he was still leaning up against the wall, his eyes closed, his breathing still slightly irregular.
Not wanting to meet his eyes just yet, I looked down at the ground while slowly wiggling backwards, putting a little bit of space between us. Apart from that I didn’t really know what to do.
In all honesty, I never dreamed my plan would get me this far.
Hearing a muttered ‘wow’ snapped me from my thoughts as I slowly looked up at Pierre.
His eyes were open now, but when his gaze meet mine hie eyes widened and his whole face changed from content to horror as he quickly pulled his boxers and pants up.
Quickly snapping my head away from him I looked at the floor to my right while mentally telling myself not to cry, I had expected something like this would happen and now I just had to deal with it.
“Shit David, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t off, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, fuck, shit, fuck.”
His muttered words had me turning to look at him; he was standing against the wall, his head bowed and hands twisting his t-shirt.
“W-What?” I asked, completely perplexed.
Refusing to look at me he started mumbling again. “I shouldn’t off, I’m so sorry.”
“Shouldn’t off what?” I asked, if possible even more confused.
Still refusing to meet my gaze he whispered. “I used you, I’m so fucking sorry, I should have let you.”
Huh?
“Pierre, what the hell are you going on about? You didn’t use me, I chose to do that.”
Shaking his head he finally looked up at me, I was shocked to see unshed tears in his eyes.
“No, you don’t get it David! You did that, to of all fucking things, help me, and I used you.”
Did he have a different definition of using people then me?
“Pierre,” I spoke, trying to tell him, without telling him, that I wanted to do it. “Look, I don’t know why you think you ‘used’ me but I did that because you needed it, obviously wanted it and because,” I love you. “You’re my best friend.”
He let out a groan of frustration before saying. “You don’t get it! You may have done it for me, but I took it, because it was you.”
Wait…
No way.
“Woah, wait up, because it was me?”
Refusing to look me in the eyes Pierre crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive gesture.
“You’d think I’d let Chuck blow me just cause I hadn’t had sex in four months?”
He had a point.
“Wow.” I muttered.
Pierre liked me, or at least had the hots for me.
Fuck yeah!
Grinning I said. “And what, you think I’d blow Chuck if he hadn’t had sex in four months?”
Pierre snapped his head up to look at me, his eyes searching mine before coming to the same conclusion I had about him.
Grinning almost as wide as me he took a step forward but I was already across the room and jumping into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as my arms snaked around his neck.
My smile not breaking for a second I kissed him on the lips, and he kissed me back, it was slow, it was deep and it was exactly what I always thought love would feel like.
We didn’t need to say overused words, didn’t need to have loud, rough sex on the floor, we just needed to hold each other tight and feel the others heart beating in time with ours, while our lips told each other a secret, one that only we could understand.