Title: Michael Johns: the dancewhore (1/1)
Title: Michael Johns: the dancewhore
Author: emo_bangs
Pairing: Mavid
Rating: PG-13, just to be on the safe side
Disclaimer: I don't own them blah blah blah, this isn't real yadda yadda yadda. You know the deal.
Summary: Michael Johns is a dancewhore. David is not amused.
Notes: I'm too lazy to ramble in this author note (gasp shocker!), it's unedited and for
aspenfallen. Hope you like it, bb. <333 (ps, I stayed up two hours later to finish it) (and credit to her for the insult Skankface and the line about Archie and Jason)
“You are the biggest dance-whore I have ever met in my entire life, Michael Johns!” David exclaimed as he stomped up the stairs to the bus. He slammed the screen door of it shut, hoping it would effectively keep Michael out.
But of course it didn’t, “That doesn’t do much,” he called through before opening it and stepping inside.
“I wish it would!” David grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. He sat down angrily, wearing an (in Michael’s opinion) adorable pout. There was silence for a few seconds until Michael broke it with his frantic questioning.
“Why are you even so angry Dave?” he asked, concerned yet confused. “I don’t understand why. Care to explain?”
David turned his head as his eyes began to tear up. He brought his hand to his mouth, stifling a sob. Turning back to Michael he suddenly became angry once again, “I saw you getting all up in Archie’s grill! And Jason’s court! Explain that!”
This time, Michael was too shocked, too dumbfounded to even answer. He just stood there looking shocked and dumbfounded; his eyes were wide, lips parted slightly, eyebrow raised.
“Exactly! You…!” he faltered, looking for the right word. “Skankface!“ he screamed finally, frustrated and loud, causing Michael to cringe momentarily.
He then recovered seconds later, raising an eyebrow at the odd expression, “Is THAT what the kids are saying these days?”
“Don’t change the subject!” David growled, hastily. Michael nearly flinched at the harshness in David’s voice.
“I’m sorry Dave,” he apologized, even though he was exactly sure why. All he knew is that he did not want to see David this upset anymore; it practically broke his heart. He kneeled in front of the younger man, placing his hands on the other‘s thighs, “I didn’t mean to be a…” he hesitated, remembering the specific things the rocker had accused him of being. “dance-whore and what was that other one?”
“Skankface,” David supplied helpfully, with a little stiff.
“I’m sorry for being a skankface as well,” he finished, taking David’s hands in his own. “You have to understand David! I would never want to do anything to hurt you! I love you!”
Suddenly David burst out laughing, throwing his head back. “Oh god!” he gasped, choking out a breath. “I can’t you fell for that!” he managed between giggles.
Michael leaned back on his heels slightly, taking in the new information with a dazed look. “What?” he questioned, rather irritated.
“I was just kidding Michael,” David explained, his fits of laughter slowly coming to an end. “You didn’t think I was actually that uptight, did you? C‘mon Mike, you know me.”
“Yeah, I thought I did,” Michael replied, dejectedly, standing up and walking toward the front of the bus. He turned back to David, throwing his arms up in the arm, “Why would you do something so utterly stupid Dave? God that wasn’t even funny!”
David physically flinched at Michael’s reaction; he didn’t think the older man would react so wildly to his little joke. He slightly regretted doing it now as Michael ran his hands through his hair in annoyance.
“I’m sorry Michael,” David ventured quietly as he approached the man tentatively. “I didn’t think you’d react like that.”
“That’s because I wouldn’t,” Michael answered, leaving David a little confused.
“What?”
Michael chuckled, “C’mon Dave!” his tone was playful, “You know ME!”
“God, I can’t believe you did that!” David exclaimed, surprised. “You really scared me!”
“As Lincoln once said ‘Do not act if you are not prepared to face the consequences of said action’,” Michael recited, pointing his finger knowingly at the other man.
David scrunched his nose, looking at Michael in opposition, “He never said that!”
“How do you know?” Michael challenged goofily. “You weren’t there! But that’s besides the point. Payback’s a bitch Dave.” Michael closed the distance between them, taking one of David’s hands and lacing their fingers together. “But since I’ve been such a dance-whore,” he joked, placing his other hand on the small of the younger man’s back. “I’ll show you some of my private moves, saved especially for you.”
“Private moves?” David scoffed lightly. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
With a firm hand on his back and grip on his hand, he dipped an unexpecting David back, bringing up instantly after hearing his surprised yelp. “Archie and Jason don’t get to experience that! Or this,” And Michael trailed off as he caressed David’s cheek, bringing his face in close enough to press their lips together. He dipped his head, kissing David more passionately. The rocker kissed back slowly but oddly eager as well.
They pulled apart after a few minutes of leisurely exploring each other’s mouths. They spent the next second catching their breaths, still holding onto each other. Michael swayed them gently, moving to an imaginary rhythm. He didn’t need any music; all he needed was David in his arms, in his life, in his heart.
“Slow dancing to no music? God Michael, could you get any cheesier?” David playfully questioned, pressing himself closer to Michael, resting his head on the man’s shoulder. He lifted it off minutes later, looking Michael deep in his chocolaty brown eyes. “Earlier, what you said…”
“That made up Lincoln quote?” Michael inquired, smiling smugly. “Yeah, it was brilliant.”
“Told you so,” he muttered quickly, wanting to get to the actually point of the conversation. He looked down, suddenly very shy, finding a little speck of lint by his foot particularly interesting. He kicked it with his foot as he continuing hesitantly, “Earlier, what you said…”
“God Dave, you’re so cheesy,” Michael mocked lightly, tapping Dave on the nose affectionately. “Making me profess my love again, when I know you heard me perfectly well the time first.” He smiled, kissing David on the lips lightly. “I love you, David.”
David wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck, pulling himself closer, acting like a horny teenager at a school dance. “I love you too Michael!” he confessed happily.
Michael pulled away to look at David, suddenly becoming serious, “You’re not kidding, are you?”
“No! Of course not!” the younger man answered with a shake of his head.
Michael grinned. “Good.”
Archie walked back to the bus after a quick signing session with his dad. Who knew anyone would actually want his dad’s signature? He shrugged to himself; weirder things have happened, he thought (really Archie? I can’t think of any).
He climbed up the stairs of the guys’ bus, finding the door was already open. When he stepped up to the front of the bus, he stopped, taking in the scene before him, Michael holding the other David, dancing sensually.
He couldn’t even register it enough to mutter a quick “gosh” before he flew off the bus, a blush on his cheeks. Carly passed him as he left, asking him what was wrong. His mumbled and barely audible reply was “David…Michael.”
Suspicious, Carly quietly snuck onto the bus, peeking around. She realized what little Archie was blushing about and got off the bus; it wasn’t her place to sit in on such a private, intimate moment. On her way back, she stopped Jason along the way, telling him not to board the bus quite yet and that David and Michael were planning a prank, telling him to let Archie take the hit instead.
Even though it probably wasn’t smart with all the fans around, Carly let them have their short, sweet moment, figuring since the tour just kicked off they wouldn’t get to have many of those. That was the down side to fame, it really affected loved ones as well. It was a crazy, hateful world they lived in and if word ever got out about those two, they would be the perfect example of just how horrible things could get.
Author: emo_bangs
Pairing: Mavid
Rating: PG-13, just to be on the safe side
Disclaimer: I don't own them blah blah blah, this isn't real yadda yadda yadda. You know the deal.
Summary: Michael Johns is a dancewhore. David is not amused.
Notes: I'm too lazy to ramble in this author note (gasp shocker!), it's unedited and for
aspenfallen. Hope you like it, bb. <333 (ps, I stayed up two hours later to finish it) (and credit to her for the insult Skankface and the line about Archie and Jason)
“You are the biggest dance-whore I have ever met in my entire life, Michael Johns!” David exclaimed as he stomped up the stairs to the bus. He slammed the screen door of it shut, hoping it would effectively keep Michael out.
But of course it didn’t, “That doesn’t do much,” he called through before opening it and stepping inside.
“I wish it would!” David grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. He sat down angrily, wearing an (in Michael’s opinion) adorable pout. There was silence for a few seconds until Michael broke it with his frantic questioning.
“Why are you even so angry Dave?” he asked, concerned yet confused. “I don’t understand why. Care to explain?”
David turned his head as his eyes began to tear up. He brought his hand to his mouth, stifling a sob. Turning back to Michael he suddenly became angry once again, “I saw you getting all up in Archie’s grill! And Jason’s court! Explain that!”
This time, Michael was too shocked, too dumbfounded to even answer. He just stood there looking shocked and dumbfounded; his eyes were wide, lips parted slightly, eyebrow raised.
“Exactly! You…!” he faltered, looking for the right word. “Skankface!“ he screamed finally, frustrated and loud, causing Michael to cringe momentarily.
He then recovered seconds later, raising an eyebrow at the odd expression, “Is THAT what the kids are saying these days?”
“Don’t change the subject!” David growled, hastily. Michael nearly flinched at the harshness in David’s voice.
“I’m sorry Dave,” he apologized, even though he was exactly sure why. All he knew is that he did not want to see David this upset anymore; it practically broke his heart. He kneeled in front of the younger man, placing his hands on the other‘s thighs, “I didn’t mean to be a…” he hesitated, remembering the specific things the rocker had accused him of being. “dance-whore and what was that other one?”
“Skankface,” David supplied helpfully, with a little stiff.
“I’m sorry for being a skankface as well,” he finished, taking David’s hands in his own. “You have to understand David! I would never want to do anything to hurt you! I love you!”
Suddenly David burst out laughing, throwing his head back. “Oh god!” he gasped, choking out a breath. “I can’t you fell for that!” he managed between giggles.
Michael leaned back on his heels slightly, taking in the new information with a dazed look. “What?” he questioned, rather irritated.
“I was just kidding Michael,” David explained, his fits of laughter slowly coming to an end. “You didn’t think I was actually that uptight, did you? C‘mon Mike, you know me.”
“Yeah, I thought I did,” Michael replied, dejectedly, standing up and walking toward the front of the bus. He turned back to David, throwing his arms up in the arm, “Why would you do something so utterly stupid Dave? God that wasn’t even funny!”
David physically flinched at Michael’s reaction; he didn’t think the older man would react so wildly to his little joke. He slightly regretted doing it now as Michael ran his hands through his hair in annoyance.
“I’m sorry Michael,” David ventured quietly as he approached the man tentatively. “I didn’t think you’d react like that.”
“That’s because I wouldn’t,” Michael answered, leaving David a little confused.
“What?”
Michael chuckled, “C’mon Dave!” his tone was playful, “You know ME!”
“God, I can’t believe you did that!” David exclaimed, surprised. “You really scared me!”
“As Lincoln once said ‘Do not act if you are not prepared to face the consequences of said action’,” Michael recited, pointing his finger knowingly at the other man.
David scrunched his nose, looking at Michael in opposition, “He never said that!”
“How do you know?” Michael challenged goofily. “You weren’t there! But that’s besides the point. Payback’s a bitch Dave.” Michael closed the distance between them, taking one of David’s hands and lacing their fingers together. “But since I’ve been such a dance-whore,” he joked, placing his other hand on the small of the younger man’s back. “I’ll show you some of my private moves, saved especially for you.”
“Private moves?” David scoffed lightly. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
With a firm hand on his back and grip on his hand, he dipped an unexpecting David back, bringing up instantly after hearing his surprised yelp. “Archie and Jason don’t get to experience that! Or this,” And Michael trailed off as he caressed David’s cheek, bringing his face in close enough to press their lips together. He dipped his head, kissing David more passionately. The rocker kissed back slowly but oddly eager as well.
They pulled apart after a few minutes of leisurely exploring each other’s mouths. They spent the next second catching their breaths, still holding onto each other. Michael swayed them gently, moving to an imaginary rhythm. He didn’t need any music; all he needed was David in his arms, in his life, in his heart.
“Slow dancing to no music? God Michael, could you get any cheesier?” David playfully questioned, pressing himself closer to Michael, resting his head on the man’s shoulder. He lifted it off minutes later, looking Michael deep in his chocolaty brown eyes. “Earlier, what you said…”
“That made up Lincoln quote?” Michael inquired, smiling smugly. “Yeah, it was brilliant.”
“Told you so,” he muttered quickly, wanting to get to the actually point of the conversation. He looked down, suddenly very shy, finding a little speck of lint by his foot particularly interesting. He kicked it with his foot as he continuing hesitantly, “Earlier, what you said…”
“God Dave, you’re so cheesy,” Michael mocked lightly, tapping Dave on the nose affectionately. “Making me profess my love again, when I know you heard me perfectly well the time first.” He smiled, kissing David on the lips lightly. “I love you, David.”
David wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck, pulling himself closer, acting like a horny teenager at a school dance. “I love you too Michael!” he confessed happily.
Michael pulled away to look at David, suddenly becoming serious, “You’re not kidding, are you?”
“No! Of course not!” the younger man answered with a shake of his head.
Michael grinned. “Good.”
Archie walked back to the bus after a quick signing session with his dad. Who knew anyone would actually want his dad’s signature? He shrugged to himself; weirder things have happened, he thought (really Archie? I can’t think of any).
He climbed up the stairs of the guys’ bus, finding the door was already open. When he stepped up to the front of the bus, he stopped, taking in the scene before him, Michael holding the other David, dancing sensually.
He couldn’t even register it enough to mutter a quick “gosh” before he flew off the bus, a blush on his cheeks. Carly passed him as he left, asking him what was wrong. His mumbled and barely audible reply was “David…Michael.”
Suspicious, Carly quietly snuck onto the bus, peeking around. She realized what little Archie was blushing about and got off the bus; it wasn’t her place to sit in on such a private, intimate moment. On her way back, she stopped Jason along the way, telling him not to board the bus quite yet and that David and Michael were planning a prank, telling him to let Archie take the hit instead.
Even though it probably wasn’t smart with all the fans around, Carly let them have their short, sweet moment, figuring since the tour just kicked off they wouldn’t get to have many of those. That was the down side to fame, it really affected loved ones as well. It was a crazy, hateful world they lived in and if word ever got out about those two, they would be the perfect example of just how horrible things could get.