fic: down under
Michael awoke to the morning sun streaming through the curtains. He blinked rapidly and tried to gather himself. He felt warmth against his front and looked down to see a beautiful, sleeping David Cook in his arms. He really was amazing this way, fully relaxed, eyes closed, and breathing deeply. Michael was still getting used to waking up to the sight, but realized he would have it no other way.
While he watched David sleep, he thought about the day before.
They had both been extremely busy, in and out of meetings with managers, producers and the like. They appeased themselves with not been able to see each other with texting and bits of phone calls, but were supremely relieved when they both got home for the evening at the same time and subsequently crashed on the couch at once and entangled themselves with the other. Just being able to hold the other like this was the best thing either of them could imagine after the day they both had. They snuggled there silently for quite some time until the air was broken with David humming.
“Are you humming ‘Down Under’?” Michael questioned as he cocked his head to the side and raised an eye brow.
David ducked his head. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
Michael let out one loud laugh. “Seriously?!”
David flinched from the loud noise and retorted, “I heard it today at some point and now I can’t get it out of my head!!”
Michael squeezed him and chuckled softly. “Well I’m going to take a shower while you work on that.” He pressed a kiss to David’s temple and rolled off the couch.
Feeling refreshed after his shower, Michael headed toward the kitchen figuring that David had probably already started dinner. He was rewarded in his assumption by the smell of cooking food. When he got to the kitchen, he just leaned on the door frame and watched David. David’s back was to him and he was moving aptly about the kitchen. Michael heard him humming that song again.
“DAMNIT!” David yelled, clearly frustrated.
Concerned, Michael glided forward and eased his arms around David. “Whoa, whoa, easy…”
David relaxed into Michael’s arms. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly while pressing into Michael, “I just can’t get this FREAKING song out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”
Michael knew that David wouldn’t care as much about the song in his head if he wasn’t so overworked, stressed and sleep deprived. “Don’t let it get to you, because before you know it, it will have driven you mad and, frankly, I don’t think I could deal with my boyfriend having lost his mind.”
Michael felt more than heard David laugh. He pressed a kiss to David’s neck before pulling away, “Go relax. I’ll finish making dinner.” With that Michael swatted David’s ass and sent him on his way to the living room.
Lying in bed in the morning, Michael smiled at the previous days events.
Who would have thought such a kickass song would get to him like that…
Michael was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice David wake up until he looked down and saw those beautiful eyes looking back up at him. He smiled as they just looked at each other for awhile. Michael went in for a kiss, but stopped while David started talking, or, singing, rather.
“Traveling in a fried-out combie,
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie,” David belted out.
Michael just stared at him. “What are you singing?” he said, exasperated, “And is that really your attempt at an Australian accent?? Have I taught you nothing?” he chuckled.
“I met a strange lady, she made me nervous.
She took me in and gave me breakfast,” David continued in his thick impression of an accent.
Michael blinked and then groaned upon realizing what David was singing. “You still have that song in your head?” When David didn’t respond, Michael shook his head. “I would love to stay and help you with that but A) I don’t want it in my head and B) I’m going to make us breakfast.”
Michael beamed at David and rolled out of bed to make his way to the kitchen with a quick pit stop at the bathroom. After that was taken care of, he continued his stroll down the hall.
Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, David jumped into Michael’s path, scaring the living day lights out of him. Michael took a flailing step backward, “Jesus, David!”
David just crooked a finger and beckoned him forward. Michael got his heart rate back to normal before he leaned in.
“Do you come from a land down under?” David whisper-sang, still in accent he adopted.
“Really, Dave? Still with the accent and that song?” Michael pushed past David and continued his walk to the kitchen, “I can’t help you if you can’t help yourself, mate.”
Once in the kitchen, Michael went start to the refrigerator and rummaged around until he found the eggs and the bacon. He swung the door closed, revealing David standing right behind it. Michael jumped again, having not heard him even come in the kitchen.
“YOU BETTA RUN, YOU BETTA TAKE COVER.” David belted out.
Michael just stared. “You’re really starting to scare me,” he said flatly.
David then took it upon himself to dance a jig around the room and then twirled into the other room.
Feeling thoroughly confused, Michael just stared at the door David just disappeared through. Michael just shook his head, once again, and went back to making breakfast.
A few minutes later, while scrambling the eggs, he felt a breath on his neck, this time alerting him to David’s presence. How did he get to be so sneaky? He’s like a freaking ninja… Before David could start singing again, Michael elbowed him hard in the gut. He heard a light grunt. Michael smirked as he spun around. He felt bad for hurting David but that song was really starting to get on his nerves, too.
“Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
He was six foot four and full of muscles,” David sang breathlessly as he hunched over and rubbed his stomach.
“David! Give it up!”
“I said, ‘Do you speak-a my language?’
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.”
Michael threw his hands over his ears and exited the room as quickly as possible, leaving the eggs to burn.
David, however, was right on his heels belting out, “I come from a land down under!
Where beer does flow and men chunder!
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
YOU BETTA RUN, YOU BETTA TAKE COVER!”
Right after David got out “chunder” (What kind of word is chunder anyway, Michael mused briefly) he started sprinting, leaving David behind in the living room. He made his way to the bedroom and grabbed the one thing that would make David stop.
Michael returned to the living room and raised David’s guitar above his head.
“I swear to God, David, if you don’t stop singing that song, I will smash this.”
David just stared, gaping at him.
“I’m not joking,” he threatened and, to prove so, he jerked his arms forward.
David flinched forward. “OKAY! Okay, I’ll stop, just don’t hurt her,” David pleaded.
Michael handed over the guitar and David blew out a relieved breath.
“I really thought I was going to have to commit you to a Psych ward or something,” Michael joked to David.
“I can’t believe you brought my guitar into this,” David pouted and walked back to the bedroom to put his baby back.
When he came back, he sat down with Michael on the couch and relaxed for awhile. Then Michael started humming.
“What are you humming? Oh no…” David asked with wide-eyed horror.
Michael just grinned wickedly.
Payback is going to be sweet.
~~~~~~~~~~~
be gentle. it's my second fic ever.
and as always comments = Mavid (which all equals love. i think that's the transitive property...)
While he watched David sleep, he thought about the day before.
They had both been extremely busy, in and out of meetings with managers, producers and the like. They appeased themselves with not been able to see each other with texting and bits of phone calls, but were supremely relieved when they both got home for the evening at the same time and subsequently crashed on the couch at once and entangled themselves with the other. Just being able to hold the other like this was the best thing either of them could imagine after the day they both had. They snuggled there silently for quite some time until the air was broken with David humming.
“Are you humming ‘Down Under’?” Michael questioned as he cocked his head to the side and raised an eye brow.
David ducked his head. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
Michael let out one loud laugh. “Seriously?!”
David flinched from the loud noise and retorted, “I heard it today at some point and now I can’t get it out of my head!!”
Michael squeezed him and chuckled softly. “Well I’m going to take a shower while you work on that.” He pressed a kiss to David’s temple and rolled off the couch.
Feeling refreshed after his shower, Michael headed toward the kitchen figuring that David had probably already started dinner. He was rewarded in his assumption by the smell of cooking food. When he got to the kitchen, he just leaned on the door frame and watched David. David’s back was to him and he was moving aptly about the kitchen. Michael heard him humming that song again.
“DAMNIT!” David yelled, clearly frustrated.
Concerned, Michael glided forward and eased his arms around David. “Whoa, whoa, easy…”
David relaxed into Michael’s arms. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly while pressing into Michael, “I just can’t get this FREAKING song out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”
Michael knew that David wouldn’t care as much about the song in his head if he wasn’t so overworked, stressed and sleep deprived. “Don’t let it get to you, because before you know it, it will have driven you mad and, frankly, I don’t think I could deal with my boyfriend having lost his mind.”
Michael felt more than heard David laugh. He pressed a kiss to David’s neck before pulling away, “Go relax. I’ll finish making dinner.” With that Michael swatted David’s ass and sent him on his way to the living room.
Lying in bed in the morning, Michael smiled at the previous days events.
Who would have thought such a kickass song would get to him like that…
Michael was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice David wake up until he looked down and saw those beautiful eyes looking back up at him. He smiled as they just looked at each other for awhile. Michael went in for a kiss, but stopped while David started talking, or, singing, rather.
“Traveling in a fried-out combie,
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie,” David belted out.
Michael just stared at him. “What are you singing?” he said, exasperated, “And is that really your attempt at an Australian accent?? Have I taught you nothing?” he chuckled.
“I met a strange lady, she made me nervous.
She took me in and gave me breakfast,” David continued in his thick impression of an accent.
Michael blinked and then groaned upon realizing what David was singing. “You still have that song in your head?” When David didn’t respond, Michael shook his head. “I would love to stay and help you with that but A) I don’t want it in my head and B) I’m going to make us breakfast.”
Michael beamed at David and rolled out of bed to make his way to the kitchen with a quick pit stop at the bathroom. After that was taken care of, he continued his stroll down the hall.
Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, David jumped into Michael’s path, scaring the living day lights out of him. Michael took a flailing step backward, “Jesus, David!”
David just crooked a finger and beckoned him forward. Michael got his heart rate back to normal before he leaned in.
“Do you come from a land down under?” David whisper-sang, still in accent he adopted.
“Really, Dave? Still with the accent and that song?” Michael pushed past David and continued his walk to the kitchen, “I can’t help you if you can’t help yourself, mate.”
Once in the kitchen, Michael went start to the refrigerator and rummaged around until he found the eggs and the bacon. He swung the door closed, revealing David standing right behind it. Michael jumped again, having not heard him even come in the kitchen.
“YOU BETTA RUN, YOU BETTA TAKE COVER.” David belted out.
Michael just stared. “You’re really starting to scare me,” he said flatly.
David then took it upon himself to dance a jig around the room and then twirled into the other room.
Feeling thoroughly confused, Michael just stared at the door David just disappeared through. Michael just shook his head, once again, and went back to making breakfast.
A few minutes later, while scrambling the eggs, he felt a breath on his neck, this time alerting him to David’s presence. How did he get to be so sneaky? He’s like a freaking ninja… Before David could start singing again, Michael elbowed him hard in the gut. He heard a light grunt. Michael smirked as he spun around. He felt bad for hurting David but that song was really starting to get on his nerves, too.
“Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
He was six foot four and full of muscles,” David sang breathlessly as he hunched over and rubbed his stomach.
“David! Give it up!”
“I said, ‘Do you speak-a my language?’
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.”
Michael threw his hands over his ears and exited the room as quickly as possible, leaving the eggs to burn.
David, however, was right on his heels belting out, “I come from a land down under!
Where beer does flow and men chunder!
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
YOU BETTA RUN, YOU BETTA TAKE COVER!”
Right after David got out “chunder” (What kind of word is chunder anyway, Michael mused briefly) he started sprinting, leaving David behind in the living room. He made his way to the bedroom and grabbed the one thing that would make David stop.
Michael returned to the living room and raised David’s guitar above his head.
“I swear to God, David, if you don’t stop singing that song, I will smash this.”
David just stared, gaping at him.
“I’m not joking,” he threatened and, to prove so, he jerked his arms forward.
David flinched forward. “OKAY! Okay, I’ll stop, just don’t hurt her,” David pleaded.
Michael handed over the guitar and David blew out a relieved breath.
“I really thought I was going to have to commit you to a Psych ward or something,” Michael joked to David.
“I can’t believe you brought my guitar into this,” David pouted and walked back to the bedroom to put his baby back.
When he came back, he sat down with Michael on the couch and relaxed for awhile. Then Michael started humming.
“What are you humming? Oh no…” David asked with wide-eyed horror.
Michael just grinned wickedly.
Payback is going to be sweet.
~~~~~~~~~~~
be gentle. it's my second fic ever.
and as always comments = Mavid (which all equals love. i think that's the transitive property...)