Fic: April (Chapter 13!)
First of all, Happy Hanukkah! (to those that celebrate!)
Thanks for the readers who have been waiting for the next chapter, this once took me quite a bit to write. I spent a lot of time on each chapter but this one was much different than the others, but I hope it's enjoyed all the same or more. It's weird ending this story soon, this obviously being the second to last chapter, but anyway... Thank you for sticking with me so long, for those that have =)
Title: April
Author: Brainzz_Insanee
Pairing: David/Kelly(OC), David/Kimberly, eventual David/Michael
Status: 13/14
Word Count: 6622
Rating: NC-17
Summary: David Cook has reached the feat everyone wants to achieve: He’s got a great girlfriend, a supporting and loving family, amazing friends as well as a continually booming singing career. So with all this going for him, what could jeopardize what he’s strived so hard for? And could it be something from the beginning of his journey?
Author’s Note: My appreciation never ends for my readers. Hope you enjoy.
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Sometimes there’s no other way to describe a sensation besides a smooth, coincidental beauty that cascades down metaphorical steps in just the right way.
The word patience doesn’t enter his subconscious either, fingers raking through Michael’s hair. He pants against that mouth, pushing the older man down so that the Australian is laying across the sofa and his head resting on the arm of the couch. He rests his body on top of the other man’s, for the most part, smiling against that mouth when Michael’s fingers rove up his thighs to his ass and back down.
He manages to break the kiss, lightly pressing his forehead on the Aussie’s and closing his eyes. Michael continues however, nibbling along his jaw-line and throat. David leans his head away, arms dropping to his sides while giving the other man the accessibility he needs. The younger man can’t help but suck in a breath when the Australian suddenly licks right above the pulse point on his neck.
Dave moves one of his hands from his side, fingers ghosting down Michael’s chest and gripping him through his jeans briefly. The other man bucks into the contact, their tongues dancing in an indefinable rhythm and providing the limited space necessary for them to both take in breath as well as release it. He hears a thick groan below him when their hips brush together before Michael sits them both up, entangling his fingers deep into David’s hair. He nips all over that pale skin, sucking on that bottom lip and biting lightly at the left corner of it which elicits such a lovely moan.
Their hands fumble around between them, desperate to touch skin but the lack of space creates frustration. They both stand and manage to keep proximity, stumbling across the room until Michael’s back makes contact with the wall. Those hips buck involuntarily from it and groans spill helplessly between. The Aussie’s hand drift down to his waist, gripping it tight and switching their positions quickly. He goes to reach for Michael’s shirt but there’s a hold on each wrist as his arms are pushed back, held to the wall.
“Michael…” He murmurs, panting with body beginning to sweat.
The other man simply kisses next to his mouth, fingertips caressing his cheekbones and down along his jaw-line.
“Just trust me.”
He nods, it’s the only thing he can do. His entire body is mush and there’s no doubt in his mind when it comes to Michael. This person has put up with more of his shit than anyone, to the point where a normal human being would have walked away from him or sent him into an asylum.
The grip on his wrists is loosened but he reminds himself to keep his arms where they are, trying to open his eyes fruitlessly. It’s a moment later that he feels his shirt being lifted, up and over his frame until it’s off somewhere in the room.
The ferocity present before has now become something else entirely, there’s a different air between them. The tempo has slowed and fingertips rove up and down his abdomen. The light touches drive him crazy, his skin hot and he’s so lost in this moment that he doesn’t feel the tear that trickles down the side of his face. Michael brushes it away and his teeth pull lightly at the shell of his ear.
“What’s wrong?” He whispers softly, thumb rubbing David’s throat.
Green-hazel eyes open with struggle, their depths darkening, and he smiles then.
“Nothing, it’s just-- This is more than I could have even imagined.”
Michael returns the smile, just as brightly and he leans his head forward. Their foreheads rest together first before he shifts his head, noses brushing then. David laughs richly from the Eskimo kiss. They’re both grinning idiotically for a while before Michael continues his ministrations, kissing all over his face. The younger of two goes for that tan skin but his wrists are pinned once more. His brows scrunch adorably.
“Dave, this is all about you.”
He brings David close, shirt to skin, as the younger man rests his head between the junction of neck and shoulder. His breath is warm and dry on the sun-kissed skin. Dave cranes his neck, exposing it in utter willingness. Michael sucks, bites and kisses over the expanse of the creamy skin. His hold on Dave is light yet firm and he treats his skin as if it is porcelain. The way Michael touches and holds him doesn’t fail in making his heart beat ever so faster, but it’s in that good way he can’t describe. The only action he can manage is grinning ear to ear in a huge smile before he relaxes against the way further.
David’s hand works into the curly hair this time he tries, “Please…don’t stop.”
Michael sucks at his collarbone, hands working all across his arms and chest. The contact doesn’t cease for even the smallest of moments. He’s pretty sure that if he hasn’t melted into a puddle on the floor then he will do so sometime soon. His knees lose their will to keep him eye level with the Australian, back sliding down the wall briefly before Michael has his arms around him completely. He can’t move or think or do anything but hand himself over, no where in his mind containing any anxiety for a rare time in his life.
Then suddenly the actions slow, lips pausing against his throat. He groans pathetically.
“Why’d you--”
That familiar captures his in the softest of kisses before pulling back to rest their heads by each other. Their cheeks press together, his to Michael’s right one. The Australian’s breath is warm and when he speaks, his husky voice by David’s ear sends a shiver through his shaky frame.
Michael nips at his ear first, “You’re beautiful…you know that?”
A sigh leaves him, a full smile gracing his entire face. It lights his half-lidded eyes, causing the orbs to have a gorgeous and glimmering midnight tone to them. Without realization, a pink flush spreads across his cheeks as he ducks his head to the side. A second later however, there are hands on either side of his face and directing his line of sight right into Michael’s dark chocolate orbs.
“Don’t doubt yourself, you-- you’re a vision… Everything about you, I just--”
David leans forward to capture that full bottom lip with a smile, “Stop. If I blush anymore than my head is going to fly off. Just keep kissing me, okay?”
Michael grins, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
When their mouths go to connect once more, their bodies move to another wall; one closer to the stairs. They laugh against each other’s lips and when Michael moves in for a kiss, his entire form presses forward. The action causes their hips to collide, groin to groin, both men pulling back with an intake a breath. He looks up at the Australian, their eyes similar shades, before Michael brings his hand slowly down to the skin exposed just above the younger man’s jeans.
He caresses his thumb along this area, stroking down against the beginning of his hip bone. David pants as his mouth searches for contact. His mouth sucks along Michael’s neck and down to the collarbone, ears graciously listening to the older man’s light groans of pleasure. Previously green-hazel eyes shut, expecting fingers to roam his chest but he has no complaints when the hand grips him through his jeans instead. His lower body bucks forward involuntarily, back of his head rolling along the wall presently behind him.
Dave doesn’t even manage to say the other man’s name before it happens again, and this time a deep moan escapes his lips. He tries to speak afterward but the only noises coming from his lungs are either moans or indefinable sounds.
His eyes do open and the expression on Michael’s features tempts him into undoing right where he stands. The eyes he didn’t think could get any deeper have and the tan skin is gorgeously flushed, making it a perfect color. He doesn’t need to look down to know that Michael is as damn hard as he is either, the two hip brushings speaking volumes.
David goes forward to grab at the ends of Michael’s shirt, fire in his eyes when the older man arches a brow at him. He challenges the Australian’s smirk then.
“Take it off, you’re overdressed.”
Michael grins, “If you want if off so bad then you do it. You’re at step one anyway.”
The younger man cocks his head to the side momentarily, then tugs the shirt off in a few motions. It drops to the side and he doesn’t wait long to give the open skin attention.
“Dave… Oh fuck, hold on a moment.”
He licks and sucks near a nipple, “Hm? What is it?”
“You sure about this?”
David rises so that they’re eye level, searching Michael’s.
“You aren’t?”
“God no, I just don’t want to be an ass and rush into this.”
He smiles from ear to ear and brings their lips together in a firm kiss. His hands go up to Michael’s face, fingertips running along the jaw-line before parting and resting their foreheads together lightly. They both grin stupidly at each other, eyes twinkling brightly despite their darkened appearance.
David moves his head so that his mouth is by Michael’s ear, “I love you so damn much.”
Michael positions himself similarly, “And I you.”
“Michael?”
“Yeah mate?”
Dave chuckles from the accent, “I’m sure. I don’t have a doubt in my mind.”
“Upstairs, then?”
David smiles and kisses him, their bodies moving away from the wall. They struggle to keep close and continue touching each other while on their way, shoes and socks to the side of the room. Before the stairs, they look at one another in amusement and pause in their ministrations. Michael walks first, with the younger man goes up behind him.
“You’re killing me right now.”
Michael stops to face him while on the steps, “What are you going on about?”
“Your ass, stupid.”
A huge laugh, “You wish you had it.”
“Shut it and keep moving, Johns.”
As soon as they reach his room, Michael shoves him into the wall. Those hips push into his own, sending his brain farther and farther away from the whole thinking thing. They groan continuously as their groins rub up against each other. The Australian kisses him fiercely and he has no trouble returning the tempo. Their bodies move together closely without any space in between. All they do is grind their jean covered and strained erections over and over again, moan after moan.
He’s pretty sure he’s not even conscious anymore, body jell-o, desperate in keeping himself upright against Michael. There’s that warm fuzzy feeling inside of him but it’s a heightened variation of the typically light sensation. Everything is so sharp; the lust rushing through his blood and the sounds succeed in muting around him except for their shared, harsh breathing. He’s never felt himself get to this level but then again, he’s never wanted someone as badly as Michael and to have him in his arms now is pure and utter pandemonium for his mind.
Michael tugs them both away from the wall and he sees dizzily, those fingers wrap around the belt loops to his jeans. The Australian sucks everywhere close to his throat, neck and shoulders. Normally he’d come up with a comment about this, but his joke and comeback factory was closed some time ago.
He hears a groan from the other man then that reduces the rest of resistance to putty, slamming his body into Michael’s and grinds his hips roughly into that waist. Moans leave them once more before there’s a roadblock, the end of his bed cutting off anymore movement from the two. The Australian goes forward, as to head back for the wall, but Dave thinks otherwise. Their mouths and hands make them forget the surroundings for the umpteenth time as they fall back onto the bed rather clumsily. David catches himself from tumbling off the side and scowls mockingly when Michael smiles in amusement.
David pauses for a minute before he continues to ravage Michael senseless because all the blood in his cock is not providing him with much pause time, and he licks his lips absentmindedly at the clear bulge in the older man’s pants. When he glances back up, the Aussie jokingly does the come hither gesture and he obeys with a smirk because nothing would keep him from returning to Michael.
When he goes over, he positions himself right over the other man. His waist straddles Michael’s and he hovers above with his elbows digging into the bed below, above the older man’s shoulders. The Australian arches his hips when their hips make such close contact, looking up at him with thick pupils. How he is doesn’t last long, Michael leaning up to connect their mouths again and so his form drops down on the one below.
His fingers snake down the sides of that tan abdomen, fumbling with button of the jeans while he breaks his lips away from Michael’s. Fully straddling that waist, he sits there comfortably and tries to focus on getting those pants off. He decides that removing jeans from Michael is much harder than he assumed, his fingers trembling, figuring it’s because he feels as if he’s in some state of intoxication; this one man his absolute drug.
There’s a familiar hand on his chest now, palm pressing into his molten skin and he releases a breath as he stops his movements. David gradually looks to Michael, his heart hammering in his chest and head. The other man’s fingertips ghost along his stomach and back up, covering the skin above his heart. If possible, his heart melts further when those impossibly dark eyes are flooded with delicate concern.
Both of Michael’s hands move to cup his cheeks, “Are you all right?”
He nods several times rapidly and this doesn’t convince the older man.
“Lay down, just for a few minutes. Your heart, David.”
“It’s fine, I just-- of course it’s going to be like that… what we’re doing…”
Michael kisses him softly, running his hands through his hair and massaging his scalp. He lays his mouth everywhere he can reach. Dave listens and rests his body partly on top of the Australian’s, head on Michael’s shoulder and arm across the older man’s chest. He closes his eyes and takes it all in. The contact is feather-light and it helps him incredibly when Michael drags his fingertips up and down his bare back.
His skin temperature lowers to a more normal degree, returning to a warm from burning as well as his heart going back to a more steady beat from erratic. David shifts, arm around his back dropping, moving so that he’s on top of Michael again. His hips adjust for comfort and they’re both reminded just how charged and anxious their bodies are. His eyes suck in the sight of Michael’s mouth opening without a sound emerging, happy to repeat the action and he’s rewarded the same.
David glances at the buckle he was working on previously and before finishing the undressing project, looks Michael in the eyes with a glint in his own orbs.
“Do you have any idea how fucking good you look, laying there like that?”
Michael gives him a cheeky grin, “Showing me your thoughts would translate better.”
He leans the top of his body down, sucking at his collarbone first and making his way down the front of his abdomen. David pauses to shift, stretching his legs so that he kneels close to Michael’s thighs and straightening his back in order to look down at the other man before his eyes. Dave smiles deviously and finally undoes the jean button, pulling the zipper down before yanking the pants down those legs. The pants are discarded elsewhere but there’s not a thought about them, the younger man only has focus for what has newly entered his field of vision.
It’s not curiosity but rather allure that makes him wrap his fingers around Michael’s cock, barely gripping it and delighting in the sight of the Australian bucking his hips. When he lowers his mouth, breathing against the length, Michael’s whole body trembles at once.
David smiles at the huge flush on the other man’s cheeks, crawling up the man’s body to capture his mouth with his own.
He can’t stop his chuckling, “You’re adorable when you blush.”
Michael turns his head to the side in further embarrassment and Dave quirks his head at the look on the other man’s face.
“Why are you--” David cuts himself off, eyes widening a bit in realization.
The Aussie shifts slightly underneath him and glances back at him with a timid smile, looking beyond cute to him. It’s an expression that he’s never seen before on the man’s face and probably won’t see again ever, or anytime soon. He’s always seen steady confidence on Michael’s face, through everything, hardly one to get down about anything so he kisses the older man on the forehead.
He figures he needs to ask it, “So am I the first guy you’ve been with… like this?”
“How obvious is it?”
Dave smiles, “It’s not hard to tell… but it’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”
Michael pouts a little, full bottom lip just aching to be tugged, and David doesn’t leave it waiting too long. Knowing that the other man just wants to move on from the conversation, he nibbles and pulls at the lip. He grins against the mouth from the low groans leaves the Aussie. He manages to break away from the other man with a smile.
“I’ll lead, you follow… all right? Tell me if you feel weird.”
Michael laughs briefly, “I’ve only… you know, experimented. Small stuff…no sex.”
“Remember not to think… and we’ll be all set.”
“Mate… isn’t that, uh, contradicting yourself? Because you can’t really--”
David shakes his head, running his fingers through curly and slightly damp hair.
“You know what I mean, loser.”
Michael strokes the younger man’s sides with his fingertips, loving when David shuts his eyes from the contact.
“You left yourself as an open target.”
Dave smirks, “We started off this conversation seriously at one point.”
“Your point being?”
“That we’re talking far too long and I’m really aching to hear you scream.”
Michael returns the smirk now, “That a challenge?”
“You bet your ass it is…now are we going to do something or have a tea party?”
Dave chuckles at himself for that comment, but doesn’t have time to dwell on it much as the older man comes up to attack his mouth roughly. The speed of it catches him off guard, gasping from the contact and the way Michael’s tongue works against his, sends him moaning. The sound is lost but his own actions escalate when the Australian grips him through his jeans, sucking in a breath and parting from Michael.
The older man roves down his chest, undoing his belt within seconds as he simply lays his head forward onto Michael’s shoulder. It’s his attempt to get breathing back, managing to halt the Australian’s motions before his jeans are unzipped. Michael glances up at him in question, brows scrunched and eyes clearly confused. Those dark eyes speak volumes, not needing a word to voice what lies inside them.
“You first…” David murmurs back, pushing Michael back down with a grin.
He kisses the bottom of the man’s abdomen first and teases the tip of the engorged member with his breath above it, fingertips ghosting along a thigh. Michael squirms impatiently and there’s nothing that makes him want to ravish the man more for.
“David… fuck…” The Australian pants raggedly, “Don’t tease me.”
He replies with a smirk, “Tell me what you want then…to avoid any confusion.”
Michael groans, rolling his head back against the pillows and grabbing in vain at the bed cover below. Dark brown eyes close as the older man sucks in several deep breaths.
“Come on, don’t do this to me.”
Dave makes his way back up so that he can suck on a nipple. The older man moans deeply from the abruptness, and while he works on that one, rubs his thumb along the one wanting attention. He does this until both are aching pink and rises to roughly capture Michael’s mouth with his own.
While their tongues dance, one of his hand ghosts down the other man’s side to wrap his fingers firmly around the Australian’s cock. The body below him arches and he groans into David’s mouth. He can only smirk against Michael’s lips at the reaction. He manages to break away to nibble on the shell of the man’s ear, whispering into it.
“I want you to beg, Michael.”
The older man growls and yanks David’s hips down on his less than gently.
“I’ll beg when you take your damn pants off.”
His head drops down by Michael’s shoulder, mouth opening in a silent moan. While he lays there like that, the other man licks and nibbles all over his shoulder. David just feels the sensations wash over him and breathes continuously by Michael’s throat. It’s not long after when the Aussie has slipped his hand underneath Dave’s jeans and gripped the full length hard. The younger man reaches into the older man’s hair and grabs it harshly, moaning helplessly while his hips buck without restraint.
It’s when Michael suddenly pulls away from the other man’s groin that he whimpers, looking into devious dark eyes. David’s eyes barely hold themselves up.
“Why… no, don’t stop…”
Michael smirks, “Dave… the pants. They’ve been on too long.”
Scowling, the younger man forces himself off of Michael and drags his pants down with difficulty. The material clings slightly to his sweaty legs but he feels eyes on him the entire time getting them off. Eventually they reach his ankles and he kicks them somewhere, finding himself thrilled that he was in a commando mood when dressing earlier. David glances up then to find Michael looking over his whole body with the blackest of eyes, so thick with want and even awe.
David pauses, smiling somewhat bashfully at Michael’s intake of breath. He doesn’t waste much more time, climbing back onto the bed and kissing the other man fiercely. It’s skin on skin and each time their forms collide, they moan, especially when their erections brush. They simply grind their bodies against each other repeatedly until he reaches between him and Michael, wrapping his finger’s around the man’s cock tightly.
He never gets bored from his response, hips insane for touch. Through some effort, he breaks his mouth away from Michael’s and finally brings it close to where the other man desires it to be. The older man squirms and furiously tugs at David’s hair.
He looks at him with smoldering eyes, “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck… god damn it, Dave.”
David laughs, “You sir… keep up your end of the deal.”
There was an incoherent response and the younger man stroked a thigh slowly, biting lightly at the other one. The skin beneath his mouth was so tense with desire. A smirk growing on his features, he licks the base of Michael’s cock. A shuddering breath escapes the man’s mouth as his body trembles.
“Please…” Michael pleads, eyes clenched shut in restrained frustration.
He doesn’t make his lover wait any longer, trailing his tongue up the entire length before bringing the tip into his mouth. Michael’s body jumps from the bed and he’s barely able to press a hand to his waist, to keep the man’s lower body down. He pulls back for a moment only to demand the Australian to keep his eyes open before resuming. David takes the whole cock in, sucking Michael fully with hallowed cheeks.
The way the older man grips at his hair, it’s rough and he should feel the pain as if it’s being pulled from his skull but he doesn’t. All he can think about is Michael’s length in his mouth, and smell both the distinct smell of sweat and that Aussie scent he can’t seem to get enough of. He sucks and hums and does everything he knows to bring this man to the absolute precipice, vaguely hearing the other man mutter warnings.
David continues without pause, in fact, he fastens his pace until Michael’s body completely and utterly tenses up. He’s thankful for keeping his deep dark green eyes open, taking in the sight of Michael’s lower body attempting to arch off the bed as his head falls back in silent release. Dave swallows everything, and runs his hands up along the other man’s shaking sides to calm him until their both looking into each other’s eyes.
Michael smiles up at him with half-lidded eyes, fine sheen of sweat all over his body and David returns the smile. He leans down to kiss the other man and lets him taste himself, hand going up to brush damp strands off Michael’s forehead. He parts with a permanent smile, going up to kiss the top of the other man’s face and down to his throat slowly.
He whispers against Michael’s mouth softly, “I love you.”
Michael smiles from ear to ear, raising his hand to slide up the back of David’s neck and into his slightly matted down hair. He brings the younger man’s head down so that their foreheads rub together, fingertips caressing Dave’s head.
“I love you too, and that’s never going to change.”
They remain like that to catch their breath, closing their eyes in a form of reverie.
Michael touches his cheek, “I’ve never seen you like this…”
“Like what?” He murmurs back, laying kisses all over the other man’s face.
“I don’t know… you’re just something else, help me out here.”
David smiles brightly, “Remember in the park? You told me to let go. I’m doing that… I’m not gonna hold things back anymore, besides I don’t need to… I’ve got you now.”
Suddenly, the Australian flipped their positions and grinned hearing an “oomph” from the younger individual. He kisses down David’s chest, pausing at his navel. Dark brown eyes lock with deep hazel-green before Michael takes the younger man’s length between his lips and sucks it slowly. David fights to stay on the plane of reality, the pleasure being delivered beyond his ability to describe and he digs one hand into the bed below whilst the other tugs at dark chocolate, curly hair.
The back of his mind tells him to let Michael know that he knows enough about this but what’s left of his conscious mind knows he won’t remember at all.
He feels the bottom of his abdomen tighten, not far from release even before Michael put his cock in his mouth, so he brings a hand from the man’s hair to scratch his shoulder. It’s the only thing he’s able to do, being that he’s not sure if he can voice a word.
His breath hitches and when the older man grazes his teeth lightly over the length, David’s gone from the world. His fingers dig roughly into Michael’s shoulder as his body spasms and a scream rips from his lips, calling the other man’s name loudly before collapsing back into the soft surface below.
Michael wraps his hands around each of David’s wrists, pinning his arms up over his head with a mysterious smile. The younger quirks a brow at the action and he lays back as the Australian lays sweet kisses all over him. He watches with intoxicated eyes as Michael does this, sucking in a breath when he licks and nibbles all along his thighs as well as the inside of both his arms. He’s unable to hide his gasp either when the older man’s tongue makes contact with each tattoo, breath quickening.
“You have no idea what you do to me…” He whispers raggedly.
There’s a grip on his length then, and he hears Michael chuckle at his gasp. He doesn’t need to even look up to know that the older man is smirking as well.
“I’m going to be a bit forward here but…” He starts by his ear, “Well I… um…”
David smiles in his reply, “What’s up? Spit it out, whatever it is.”
“I--Well, I want you to fuck me.”
David moans a bit just from the words and just then, Michael turns them both so that the Aussie is laying below him once more. He looks down at him with dark eyes, leaning down to ravage those already swollen, full lips. Their bodies move together while their tongues dance, so focused on the pleasure of the other one. They do this until they’re both hard and groaning each time their skin makes contact, chest to chest and waist to waist.
Air becomes necessary as they part from each other, positioning himself so that he’s straddling the Australian. Keeping one hand on Michael’s chest, he reaches over with the other one to open his end table drawer and take out the lube he’s got in there. He places that on the top of the small table, looking around further for a condom but he’s out of luck where he’s looking. Absentmindedly, he strokes the man’s chest before getting off Michael and the bed with some effort and heading for the bathroom.
Thankfully he gets a condom from the bathroom and waves it in amusement when he comes back, the perplexing expression on the Aussie fading away. David gets comfortable between Michael’s legs, patting his shoulder with a smile and they both get one of them by Dave’s neck. The younger man looks down for a moment, eyes making sure they remember this sight well. Michael is exposed fully and with one of his legs on David’s shoulder, the one holding it leaning his head to the side to place the softest of kisses on the side of the thigh and the Australian smiles at the gesture then.
That ready, he makes eye contact with Michael and holds it whilst putting the condom on and uncapping the lube. He unconsciously licks his dry bottom lip when he coats along the other man’s opening, watching as he closes his eyes in pleasure. He tells himself to keep focus but he can’t process much, Michael heightening his senses way beyond the normal measurement.
David tosses the bottle off the bed, readying himself right in front of Michael’s entrance.
“I won’t lie to you, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch… but stay with it. I’ll make it better.”
The older man just nods to him, “I know you will. I’m all set mate.”
Just pushing the tip in makes him gasp, the pleasure already racing through him and he sweeps his thumb over Michael’s cheek where a tear has trickled down. He feels the moisture build in his eyes, pressing his lips together to keep the tears from falling. He leans down to kiss him gently and while he keeps their mouths busy, he enters deeper despite wanting to pull back so he can stop the pain.
“Shit!” Michael screams, biting his lip harshly.
His forehead creases in concern, hand going down to run through the man’s curly hair several times and he swears at himself under his breath for doing this to Michael.
“I’m so sorry. It’s okay… it’s okay.”
It’s then that he feels just how tense Michael has gotten and to ease it in the first way he can think of, wraps his spare hand around the engorged member while pulling back so that just the tip of his cock is inside the other man’s body.
He kisses the older man’s forehead again and again, “You all right?”
“Yah, yeah. Promise…” At David’s questioning face, “Keep going.”
The younger man nods and waits for Michael to look at him before he thrusts back into him, hearing the sharp gasp of pain below and he pumps the other man’s cock to remove some of the agony. Gripping the thigh on his shoulder tightly, he goes back in again and this time his ears are graced with a gorgeous moan. He beams from the sound, having felt horrible from causing Michael any harm. He smiles shortly after because he knows he’ll make the other man forget about ever grimacing in pain.
Michael grips his thigh when he’s good and from there, he picks up in pace. After several thrusts, they create a rhythm with each other. The bed creaks in a noise similar to nails on a chalkboard but they’re too caught up in one another to hear anything besides their own moans. Their bodies slap together, skin to skin, David pumping the other man’s length in time with his motions, he pulling out and slamming back in.
They struggle to keep their eyes open, both desiring to watch the expressions of pleasure on the other’s face through the body’s spell to close them. Time is lost and whatever day it is, is forgotten because their thoughts are selective on the moment. He digs his fingers into the thigh on his shoulder and he can only moan as Michael does the same to his own thighs, grinning from it all. The sweat pours from their foreheads and there’s a clench of nerves at the bottom of his stomach, squinting down at the older man to see him with such similar, quick rasps of breath.
It’s when he thrusts back in hard one another that he sees Michael in the throws of release, his dark eyes widen in marvel at the expression on the man’s face. His back arches and his head drops down partly, throat completely open as he moans baritone.
“Fuck…” David mutters under his breath without realization, biting at his bottom lip.
Just when he thinks it’s going to take him a bit after Michael, simply pausing to watch the other man in his climax, he feels the Michael’s body clench around his cock and that feeling rips a scream from his lips. He can’t even support himself when no more noises come from his lungs, his form free falling down onto Michael’s. The other man’s leg drops too, barely possessing the strength to pull out of the Australian. Low moans leave both men, too spent to grimace from the departure.
He rolls onto his side after a few tries, prompting Michael to tiredly do the same. They face each other with the silliest and dreamiest of smiles, somehow managing to pull down the comforter so that they can rest below the sheets.
The older man stretches his arm across to lay a hand on David’s waist, the white sheet barely hanging on it. His fingertips push on the skin and the younger man understands the gesture. With his help, Dave moves himself closer to Michael so that there’s only a centimeter or two between them.
The Aussie grins then and coils his left arm fully around David’s side while the younger raises his right to rest by Michael’s neck. Sealing the distance with a smile, David nuzzles his head under the other man’s chin and rests his forehead against Michael’s collarbone.
The air is dry from their activities, hot and musky. The younger man sniffles and mumbles by the sun-kissed, sweaty skin.
“One of us should um, washcloth… to get that…”
Michael groans then kisses the top of his head, slowly getting out of the bed.
“I’ll come back to you someday” He mumbles jokingly, “…I can’t feel my body.”
He tilts his head up with a dazed smile, chuckling under his breath and resting on his left forearm as Michael keeps his hand against the wall for balance. David’s light expression wavers in recalling what he did to the other man, sitting up partly as the sheet struggles to stay on his lap.
“You didn’t have to get up you know, I could have.”
Michael calls back, “It’s okay mate, and sure, my ass is going to kill me tomorrow but it was worth it. I know you were going to apologize again but you’re forgiven.”
He smiles at the Australian’s response, “Completely?”
The older man finally comes back in the bedroom with a smirk on his features, washcloth held by the tips of his fingers as he settles into the bed. He washes them both off ever so gently before tossing it in the direction of the bathroom, not even seeing where it lands.
“The pleasure after the pain…That was amazing, you’re amazing. I’ve never felt so good being with someone like this and fuck, watching you come…twice…damn.”
David flushes, adding to the reddish-pink color to his face.
“You should see yourself too, that’s a sight.”
Michael gets a devious smirk, “Maybe we should uh, you know, have a mirror nearby.”
“You want to see yourself? Oh man, you’re priceless.”
The Aussie laughs, “Well duh. Of course I do…and you don’t? Imagine it mate.”
Dave laughs along with him, pressing himself flush to Michael and resting his head by the other man’s neck. Michael wraps his arm around his waist again and he returns his arm by Australian’s neck, fingers playing with the back of that curly hair.
“Oh, trust me. I’ve thought about it before.”
Michael grins and trails his hand along the younger man’s back, the skin humming to his touch. A silence hovers over them then but it’s one of those rare ones that’s unconsciously desired sometimes. Not a hum or pin drop enters their ears save for their own and the other’s breathing against them. It’s one of those times, usually once in a blue moon type of moments, where silence is so utterly golden and immeasurable.
David breaks it softly, “Would you ever get sick of me saying, I love you?”
Michael pulls him closer if possible and leans down to lay a kiss by his shoulder, continuing to stroke his back.
“What do you think?”
“Possibly, depending on the number of times you heard it per day.”
He kisses the younger man on the head, “Hardly… what are you getting at?”
“Nothing, just… I think I’m going to be saying it a lot. I’m just warning you in advance.”
“The only possible way I would… well, if you said it every sentence of every day. I think at that point, you‘d have to use alternate means of telling me… Dave?”
The older man gazes down to find him with closed eyes, breathing soft and even into his skin. He simply smiles and continues to keep David flush to his own form. His eyelids begin to droop and he’s not long after the younger man. Before he succumbs to sleep, he kisses the man’s forehead and whispers by his ear.
“I love you, David Cook. Only you can make me come undone.”
Thanks for the readers who have been waiting for the next chapter, this once took me quite a bit to write. I spent a lot of time on each chapter but this one was much different than the others, but I hope it's enjoyed all the same or more. It's weird ending this story soon, this obviously being the second to last chapter, but anyway... Thank you for sticking with me so long, for those that have =)
Title: April
Author: Brainzz_Insanee
Pairing: David/Kelly(OC), David/Kimberly, eventual David/Michael
Status: 13/14
Word Count: 6622
Rating: NC-17
Summary: David Cook has reached the feat everyone wants to achieve: He’s got a great girlfriend, a supporting and loving family, amazing friends as well as a continually booming singing career. So with all this going for him, what could jeopardize what he’s strived so hard for? And could it be something from the beginning of his journey?
Author’s Note: My appreciation never ends for my readers. Hope you enjoy.
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Sometimes there’s no other way to describe a sensation besides a smooth, coincidental beauty that cascades down metaphorical steps in just the right way.
The word patience doesn’t enter his subconscious either, fingers raking through Michael’s hair. He pants against that mouth, pushing the older man down so that the Australian is laying across the sofa and his head resting on the arm of the couch. He rests his body on top of the other man’s, for the most part, smiling against that mouth when Michael’s fingers rove up his thighs to his ass and back down.
He manages to break the kiss, lightly pressing his forehead on the Aussie’s and closing his eyes. Michael continues however, nibbling along his jaw-line and throat. David leans his head away, arms dropping to his sides while giving the other man the accessibility he needs. The younger man can’t help but suck in a breath when the Australian suddenly licks right above the pulse point on his neck.
Dave moves one of his hands from his side, fingers ghosting down Michael’s chest and gripping him through his jeans briefly. The other man bucks into the contact, their tongues dancing in an indefinable rhythm and providing the limited space necessary for them to both take in breath as well as release it. He hears a thick groan below him when their hips brush together before Michael sits them both up, entangling his fingers deep into David’s hair. He nips all over that pale skin, sucking on that bottom lip and biting lightly at the left corner of it which elicits such a lovely moan.
Their hands fumble around between them, desperate to touch skin but the lack of space creates frustration. They both stand and manage to keep proximity, stumbling across the room until Michael’s back makes contact with the wall. Those hips buck involuntarily from it and groans spill helplessly between. The Aussie’s hand drift down to his waist, gripping it tight and switching their positions quickly. He goes to reach for Michael’s shirt but there’s a hold on each wrist as his arms are pushed back, held to the wall.
“Michael…” He murmurs, panting with body beginning to sweat.
The other man simply kisses next to his mouth, fingertips caressing his cheekbones and down along his jaw-line.
“Just trust me.”
He nods, it’s the only thing he can do. His entire body is mush and there’s no doubt in his mind when it comes to Michael. This person has put up with more of his shit than anyone, to the point where a normal human being would have walked away from him or sent him into an asylum.
The grip on his wrists is loosened but he reminds himself to keep his arms where they are, trying to open his eyes fruitlessly. It’s a moment later that he feels his shirt being lifted, up and over his frame until it’s off somewhere in the room.
The ferocity present before has now become something else entirely, there’s a different air between them. The tempo has slowed and fingertips rove up and down his abdomen. The light touches drive him crazy, his skin hot and he’s so lost in this moment that he doesn’t feel the tear that trickles down the side of his face. Michael brushes it away and his teeth pull lightly at the shell of his ear.
“What’s wrong?” He whispers softly, thumb rubbing David’s throat.
Green-hazel eyes open with struggle, their depths darkening, and he smiles then.
“Nothing, it’s just-- This is more than I could have even imagined.”
Michael returns the smile, just as brightly and he leans his head forward. Their foreheads rest together first before he shifts his head, noses brushing then. David laughs richly from the Eskimo kiss. They’re both grinning idiotically for a while before Michael continues his ministrations, kissing all over his face. The younger of two goes for that tan skin but his wrists are pinned once more. His brows scrunch adorably.
“Dave, this is all about you.”
He brings David close, shirt to skin, as the younger man rests his head between the junction of neck and shoulder. His breath is warm and dry on the sun-kissed skin. Dave cranes his neck, exposing it in utter willingness. Michael sucks, bites and kisses over the expanse of the creamy skin. His hold on Dave is light yet firm and he treats his skin as if it is porcelain. The way Michael touches and holds him doesn’t fail in making his heart beat ever so faster, but it’s in that good way he can’t describe. The only action he can manage is grinning ear to ear in a huge smile before he relaxes against the way further.
David’s hand works into the curly hair this time he tries, “Please…don’t stop.”
Michael sucks at his collarbone, hands working all across his arms and chest. The contact doesn’t cease for even the smallest of moments. He’s pretty sure that if he hasn’t melted into a puddle on the floor then he will do so sometime soon. His knees lose their will to keep him eye level with the Australian, back sliding down the wall briefly before Michael has his arms around him completely. He can’t move or think or do anything but hand himself over, no where in his mind containing any anxiety for a rare time in his life.
Then suddenly the actions slow, lips pausing against his throat. He groans pathetically.
“Why’d you--”
That familiar captures his in the softest of kisses before pulling back to rest their heads by each other. Their cheeks press together, his to Michael’s right one. The Australian’s breath is warm and when he speaks, his husky voice by David’s ear sends a shiver through his shaky frame.
Michael nips at his ear first, “You’re beautiful…you know that?”
A sigh leaves him, a full smile gracing his entire face. It lights his half-lidded eyes, causing the orbs to have a gorgeous and glimmering midnight tone to them. Without realization, a pink flush spreads across his cheeks as he ducks his head to the side. A second later however, there are hands on either side of his face and directing his line of sight right into Michael’s dark chocolate orbs.
“Don’t doubt yourself, you-- you’re a vision… Everything about you, I just--”
David leans forward to capture that full bottom lip with a smile, “Stop. If I blush anymore than my head is going to fly off. Just keep kissing me, okay?”
Michael grins, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
When their mouths go to connect once more, their bodies move to another wall; one closer to the stairs. They laugh against each other’s lips and when Michael moves in for a kiss, his entire form presses forward. The action causes their hips to collide, groin to groin, both men pulling back with an intake a breath. He looks up at the Australian, their eyes similar shades, before Michael brings his hand slowly down to the skin exposed just above the younger man’s jeans.
He caresses his thumb along this area, stroking down against the beginning of his hip bone. David pants as his mouth searches for contact. His mouth sucks along Michael’s neck and down to the collarbone, ears graciously listening to the older man’s light groans of pleasure. Previously green-hazel eyes shut, expecting fingers to roam his chest but he has no complaints when the hand grips him through his jeans instead. His lower body bucks forward involuntarily, back of his head rolling along the wall presently behind him.
Dave doesn’t even manage to say the other man’s name before it happens again, and this time a deep moan escapes his lips. He tries to speak afterward but the only noises coming from his lungs are either moans or indefinable sounds.
His eyes do open and the expression on Michael’s features tempts him into undoing right where he stands. The eyes he didn’t think could get any deeper have and the tan skin is gorgeously flushed, making it a perfect color. He doesn’t need to look down to know that Michael is as damn hard as he is either, the two hip brushings speaking volumes.
David goes forward to grab at the ends of Michael’s shirt, fire in his eyes when the older man arches a brow at him. He challenges the Australian’s smirk then.
“Take it off, you’re overdressed.”
Michael grins, “If you want if off so bad then you do it. You’re at step one anyway.”
The younger man cocks his head to the side momentarily, then tugs the shirt off in a few motions. It drops to the side and he doesn’t wait long to give the open skin attention.
“Dave… Oh fuck, hold on a moment.”
He licks and sucks near a nipple, “Hm? What is it?”
“You sure about this?”
David rises so that they’re eye level, searching Michael’s.
“You aren’t?”
“God no, I just don’t want to be an ass and rush into this.”
He smiles from ear to ear and brings their lips together in a firm kiss. His hands go up to Michael’s face, fingertips running along the jaw-line before parting and resting their foreheads together lightly. They both grin stupidly at each other, eyes twinkling brightly despite their darkened appearance.
David moves his head so that his mouth is by Michael’s ear, “I love you so damn much.”
Michael positions himself similarly, “And I you.”
“Michael?”
“Yeah mate?”
Dave chuckles from the accent, “I’m sure. I don’t have a doubt in my mind.”
“Upstairs, then?”
David smiles and kisses him, their bodies moving away from the wall. They struggle to keep close and continue touching each other while on their way, shoes and socks to the side of the room. Before the stairs, they look at one another in amusement and pause in their ministrations. Michael walks first, with the younger man goes up behind him.
“You’re killing me right now.”
Michael stops to face him while on the steps, “What are you going on about?”
“Your ass, stupid.”
A huge laugh, “You wish you had it.”
“Shut it and keep moving, Johns.”
As soon as they reach his room, Michael shoves him into the wall. Those hips push into his own, sending his brain farther and farther away from the whole thinking thing. They groan continuously as their groins rub up against each other. The Australian kisses him fiercely and he has no trouble returning the tempo. Their bodies move together closely without any space in between. All they do is grind their jean covered and strained erections over and over again, moan after moan.
He’s pretty sure he’s not even conscious anymore, body jell-o, desperate in keeping himself upright against Michael. There’s that warm fuzzy feeling inside of him but it’s a heightened variation of the typically light sensation. Everything is so sharp; the lust rushing through his blood and the sounds succeed in muting around him except for their shared, harsh breathing. He’s never felt himself get to this level but then again, he’s never wanted someone as badly as Michael and to have him in his arms now is pure and utter pandemonium for his mind.
Michael tugs them both away from the wall and he sees dizzily, those fingers wrap around the belt loops to his jeans. The Australian sucks everywhere close to his throat, neck and shoulders. Normally he’d come up with a comment about this, but his joke and comeback factory was closed some time ago.
He hears a groan from the other man then that reduces the rest of resistance to putty, slamming his body into Michael’s and grinds his hips roughly into that waist. Moans leave them once more before there’s a roadblock, the end of his bed cutting off anymore movement from the two. The Australian goes forward, as to head back for the wall, but Dave thinks otherwise. Their mouths and hands make them forget the surroundings for the umpteenth time as they fall back onto the bed rather clumsily. David catches himself from tumbling off the side and scowls mockingly when Michael smiles in amusement.
David pauses for a minute before he continues to ravage Michael senseless because all the blood in his cock is not providing him with much pause time, and he licks his lips absentmindedly at the clear bulge in the older man’s pants. When he glances back up, the Aussie jokingly does the come hither gesture and he obeys with a smirk because nothing would keep him from returning to Michael.
When he goes over, he positions himself right over the other man. His waist straddles Michael’s and he hovers above with his elbows digging into the bed below, above the older man’s shoulders. The Australian arches his hips when their hips make such close contact, looking up at him with thick pupils. How he is doesn’t last long, Michael leaning up to connect their mouths again and so his form drops down on the one below.
His fingers snake down the sides of that tan abdomen, fumbling with button of the jeans while he breaks his lips away from Michael’s. Fully straddling that waist, he sits there comfortably and tries to focus on getting those pants off. He decides that removing jeans from Michael is much harder than he assumed, his fingers trembling, figuring it’s because he feels as if he’s in some state of intoxication; this one man his absolute drug.
There’s a familiar hand on his chest now, palm pressing into his molten skin and he releases a breath as he stops his movements. David gradually looks to Michael, his heart hammering in his chest and head. The other man’s fingertips ghost along his stomach and back up, covering the skin above his heart. If possible, his heart melts further when those impossibly dark eyes are flooded with delicate concern.
Both of Michael’s hands move to cup his cheeks, “Are you all right?”
He nods several times rapidly and this doesn’t convince the older man.
“Lay down, just for a few minutes. Your heart, David.”
“It’s fine, I just-- of course it’s going to be like that… what we’re doing…”
Michael kisses him softly, running his hands through his hair and massaging his scalp. He lays his mouth everywhere he can reach. Dave listens and rests his body partly on top of the Australian’s, head on Michael’s shoulder and arm across the older man’s chest. He closes his eyes and takes it all in. The contact is feather-light and it helps him incredibly when Michael drags his fingertips up and down his bare back.
His skin temperature lowers to a more normal degree, returning to a warm from burning as well as his heart going back to a more steady beat from erratic. David shifts, arm around his back dropping, moving so that he’s on top of Michael again. His hips adjust for comfort and they’re both reminded just how charged and anxious their bodies are. His eyes suck in the sight of Michael’s mouth opening without a sound emerging, happy to repeat the action and he’s rewarded the same.
David glances at the buckle he was working on previously and before finishing the undressing project, looks Michael in the eyes with a glint in his own orbs.
“Do you have any idea how fucking good you look, laying there like that?”
Michael gives him a cheeky grin, “Showing me your thoughts would translate better.”
He leans the top of his body down, sucking at his collarbone first and making his way down the front of his abdomen. David pauses to shift, stretching his legs so that he kneels close to Michael’s thighs and straightening his back in order to look down at the other man before his eyes. Dave smiles deviously and finally undoes the jean button, pulling the zipper down before yanking the pants down those legs. The pants are discarded elsewhere but there’s not a thought about them, the younger man only has focus for what has newly entered his field of vision.
It’s not curiosity but rather allure that makes him wrap his fingers around Michael’s cock, barely gripping it and delighting in the sight of the Australian bucking his hips. When he lowers his mouth, breathing against the length, Michael’s whole body trembles at once.
David smiles at the huge flush on the other man’s cheeks, crawling up the man’s body to capture his mouth with his own.
He can’t stop his chuckling, “You’re adorable when you blush.”
Michael turns his head to the side in further embarrassment and Dave quirks his head at the look on the other man’s face.
“Why are you--” David cuts himself off, eyes widening a bit in realization.
The Aussie shifts slightly underneath him and glances back at him with a timid smile, looking beyond cute to him. It’s an expression that he’s never seen before on the man’s face and probably won’t see again ever, or anytime soon. He’s always seen steady confidence on Michael’s face, through everything, hardly one to get down about anything so he kisses the older man on the forehead.
He figures he needs to ask it, “So am I the first guy you’ve been with… like this?”
“How obvious is it?”
Dave smiles, “It’s not hard to tell… but it’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”
Michael pouts a little, full bottom lip just aching to be tugged, and David doesn’t leave it waiting too long. Knowing that the other man just wants to move on from the conversation, he nibbles and pulls at the lip. He grins against the mouth from the low groans leaves the Aussie. He manages to break away from the other man with a smile.
“I’ll lead, you follow… all right? Tell me if you feel weird.”
Michael laughs briefly, “I’ve only… you know, experimented. Small stuff…no sex.”
“Remember not to think… and we’ll be all set.”
“Mate… isn’t that, uh, contradicting yourself? Because you can’t really--”
David shakes his head, running his fingers through curly and slightly damp hair.
“You know what I mean, loser.”
Michael strokes the younger man’s sides with his fingertips, loving when David shuts his eyes from the contact.
“You left yourself as an open target.”
Dave smirks, “We started off this conversation seriously at one point.”
“Your point being?”
“That we’re talking far too long and I’m really aching to hear you scream.”
Michael returns the smirk now, “That a challenge?”
“You bet your ass it is…now are we going to do something or have a tea party?”
Dave chuckles at himself for that comment, but doesn’t have time to dwell on it much as the older man comes up to attack his mouth roughly. The speed of it catches him off guard, gasping from the contact and the way Michael’s tongue works against his, sends him moaning. The sound is lost but his own actions escalate when the Australian grips him through his jeans, sucking in a breath and parting from Michael.
The older man roves down his chest, undoing his belt within seconds as he simply lays his head forward onto Michael’s shoulder. It’s his attempt to get breathing back, managing to halt the Australian’s motions before his jeans are unzipped. Michael glances up at him in question, brows scrunched and eyes clearly confused. Those dark eyes speak volumes, not needing a word to voice what lies inside them.
“You first…” David murmurs back, pushing Michael back down with a grin.
He kisses the bottom of the man’s abdomen first and teases the tip of the engorged member with his breath above it, fingertips ghosting along a thigh. Michael squirms impatiently and there’s nothing that makes him want to ravish the man more for.
“David… fuck…” The Australian pants raggedly, “Don’t tease me.”
He replies with a smirk, “Tell me what you want then…to avoid any confusion.”
Michael groans, rolling his head back against the pillows and grabbing in vain at the bed cover below. Dark brown eyes close as the older man sucks in several deep breaths.
“Come on, don’t do this to me.”
Dave makes his way back up so that he can suck on a nipple. The older man moans deeply from the abruptness, and while he works on that one, rubs his thumb along the one wanting attention. He does this until both are aching pink and rises to roughly capture Michael’s mouth with his own.
While their tongues dance, one of his hand ghosts down the other man’s side to wrap his fingers firmly around the Australian’s cock. The body below him arches and he groans into David’s mouth. He can only smirk against Michael’s lips at the reaction. He manages to break away to nibble on the shell of the man’s ear, whispering into it.
“I want you to beg, Michael.”
The older man growls and yanks David’s hips down on his less than gently.
“I’ll beg when you take your damn pants off.”
His head drops down by Michael’s shoulder, mouth opening in a silent moan. While he lays there like that, the other man licks and nibbles all over his shoulder. David just feels the sensations wash over him and breathes continuously by Michael’s throat. It’s not long after when the Aussie has slipped his hand underneath Dave’s jeans and gripped the full length hard. The younger man reaches into the older man’s hair and grabs it harshly, moaning helplessly while his hips buck without restraint.
It’s when Michael suddenly pulls away from the other man’s groin that he whimpers, looking into devious dark eyes. David’s eyes barely hold themselves up.
“Why… no, don’t stop…”
Michael smirks, “Dave… the pants. They’ve been on too long.”
Scowling, the younger man forces himself off of Michael and drags his pants down with difficulty. The material clings slightly to his sweaty legs but he feels eyes on him the entire time getting them off. Eventually they reach his ankles and he kicks them somewhere, finding himself thrilled that he was in a commando mood when dressing earlier. David glances up then to find Michael looking over his whole body with the blackest of eyes, so thick with want and even awe.
David pauses, smiling somewhat bashfully at Michael’s intake of breath. He doesn’t waste much more time, climbing back onto the bed and kissing the other man fiercely. It’s skin on skin and each time their forms collide, they moan, especially when their erections brush. They simply grind their bodies against each other repeatedly until he reaches between him and Michael, wrapping his finger’s around the man’s cock tightly.
He never gets bored from his response, hips insane for touch. Through some effort, he breaks his mouth away from Michael’s and finally brings it close to where the other man desires it to be. The older man squirms and furiously tugs at David’s hair.
He looks at him with smoldering eyes, “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck… god damn it, Dave.”
David laughs, “You sir… keep up your end of the deal.”
There was an incoherent response and the younger man stroked a thigh slowly, biting lightly at the other one. The skin beneath his mouth was so tense with desire. A smirk growing on his features, he licks the base of Michael’s cock. A shuddering breath escapes the man’s mouth as his body trembles.
“Please…” Michael pleads, eyes clenched shut in restrained frustration.
He doesn’t make his lover wait any longer, trailing his tongue up the entire length before bringing the tip into his mouth. Michael’s body jumps from the bed and he’s barely able to press a hand to his waist, to keep the man’s lower body down. He pulls back for a moment only to demand the Australian to keep his eyes open before resuming. David takes the whole cock in, sucking Michael fully with hallowed cheeks.
The way the older man grips at his hair, it’s rough and he should feel the pain as if it’s being pulled from his skull but he doesn’t. All he can think about is Michael’s length in his mouth, and smell both the distinct smell of sweat and that Aussie scent he can’t seem to get enough of. He sucks and hums and does everything he knows to bring this man to the absolute precipice, vaguely hearing the other man mutter warnings.
David continues without pause, in fact, he fastens his pace until Michael’s body completely and utterly tenses up. He’s thankful for keeping his deep dark green eyes open, taking in the sight of Michael’s lower body attempting to arch off the bed as his head falls back in silent release. Dave swallows everything, and runs his hands up along the other man’s shaking sides to calm him until their both looking into each other’s eyes.
Michael smiles up at him with half-lidded eyes, fine sheen of sweat all over his body and David returns the smile. He leans down to kiss the other man and lets him taste himself, hand going up to brush damp strands off Michael’s forehead. He parts with a permanent smile, going up to kiss the top of the other man’s face and down to his throat slowly.
He whispers against Michael’s mouth softly, “I love you.”
Michael smiles from ear to ear, raising his hand to slide up the back of David’s neck and into his slightly matted down hair. He brings the younger man’s head down so that their foreheads rub together, fingertips caressing Dave’s head.
“I love you too, and that’s never going to change.”
They remain like that to catch their breath, closing their eyes in a form of reverie.
Michael touches his cheek, “I’ve never seen you like this…”
“Like what?” He murmurs back, laying kisses all over the other man’s face.
“I don’t know… you’re just something else, help me out here.”
David smiles brightly, “Remember in the park? You told me to let go. I’m doing that… I’m not gonna hold things back anymore, besides I don’t need to… I’ve got you now.”
Suddenly, the Australian flipped their positions and grinned hearing an “oomph” from the younger individual. He kisses down David’s chest, pausing at his navel. Dark brown eyes lock with deep hazel-green before Michael takes the younger man’s length between his lips and sucks it slowly. David fights to stay on the plane of reality, the pleasure being delivered beyond his ability to describe and he digs one hand into the bed below whilst the other tugs at dark chocolate, curly hair.
The back of his mind tells him to let Michael know that he knows enough about this but what’s left of his conscious mind knows he won’t remember at all.
He feels the bottom of his abdomen tighten, not far from release even before Michael put his cock in his mouth, so he brings a hand from the man’s hair to scratch his shoulder. It’s the only thing he’s able to do, being that he’s not sure if he can voice a word.
His breath hitches and when the older man grazes his teeth lightly over the length, David’s gone from the world. His fingers dig roughly into Michael’s shoulder as his body spasms and a scream rips from his lips, calling the other man’s name loudly before collapsing back into the soft surface below.
Michael wraps his hands around each of David’s wrists, pinning his arms up over his head with a mysterious smile. The younger quirks a brow at the action and he lays back as the Australian lays sweet kisses all over him. He watches with intoxicated eyes as Michael does this, sucking in a breath when he licks and nibbles all along his thighs as well as the inside of both his arms. He’s unable to hide his gasp either when the older man’s tongue makes contact with each tattoo, breath quickening.
“You have no idea what you do to me…” He whispers raggedly.
There’s a grip on his length then, and he hears Michael chuckle at his gasp. He doesn’t need to even look up to know that the older man is smirking as well.
“I’m going to be a bit forward here but…” He starts by his ear, “Well I… um…”
David smiles in his reply, “What’s up? Spit it out, whatever it is.”
“I--Well, I want you to fuck me.”
David moans a bit just from the words and just then, Michael turns them both so that the Aussie is laying below him once more. He looks down at him with dark eyes, leaning down to ravage those already swollen, full lips. Their bodies move together while their tongues dance, so focused on the pleasure of the other one. They do this until they’re both hard and groaning each time their skin makes contact, chest to chest and waist to waist.
Air becomes necessary as they part from each other, positioning himself so that he’s straddling the Australian. Keeping one hand on Michael’s chest, he reaches over with the other one to open his end table drawer and take out the lube he’s got in there. He places that on the top of the small table, looking around further for a condom but he’s out of luck where he’s looking. Absentmindedly, he strokes the man’s chest before getting off Michael and the bed with some effort and heading for the bathroom.
Thankfully he gets a condom from the bathroom and waves it in amusement when he comes back, the perplexing expression on the Aussie fading away. David gets comfortable between Michael’s legs, patting his shoulder with a smile and they both get one of them by Dave’s neck. The younger man looks down for a moment, eyes making sure they remember this sight well. Michael is exposed fully and with one of his legs on David’s shoulder, the one holding it leaning his head to the side to place the softest of kisses on the side of the thigh and the Australian smiles at the gesture then.
That ready, he makes eye contact with Michael and holds it whilst putting the condom on and uncapping the lube. He unconsciously licks his dry bottom lip when he coats along the other man’s opening, watching as he closes his eyes in pleasure. He tells himself to keep focus but he can’t process much, Michael heightening his senses way beyond the normal measurement.
David tosses the bottle off the bed, readying himself right in front of Michael’s entrance.
“I won’t lie to you, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch… but stay with it. I’ll make it better.”
The older man just nods to him, “I know you will. I’m all set mate.”
Just pushing the tip in makes him gasp, the pleasure already racing through him and he sweeps his thumb over Michael’s cheek where a tear has trickled down. He feels the moisture build in his eyes, pressing his lips together to keep the tears from falling. He leans down to kiss him gently and while he keeps their mouths busy, he enters deeper despite wanting to pull back so he can stop the pain.
“Shit!” Michael screams, biting his lip harshly.
His forehead creases in concern, hand going down to run through the man’s curly hair several times and he swears at himself under his breath for doing this to Michael.
“I’m so sorry. It’s okay… it’s okay.”
It’s then that he feels just how tense Michael has gotten and to ease it in the first way he can think of, wraps his spare hand around the engorged member while pulling back so that just the tip of his cock is inside the other man’s body.
He kisses the older man’s forehead again and again, “You all right?”
“Yah, yeah. Promise…” At David’s questioning face, “Keep going.”
The younger man nods and waits for Michael to look at him before he thrusts back into him, hearing the sharp gasp of pain below and he pumps the other man’s cock to remove some of the agony. Gripping the thigh on his shoulder tightly, he goes back in again and this time his ears are graced with a gorgeous moan. He beams from the sound, having felt horrible from causing Michael any harm. He smiles shortly after because he knows he’ll make the other man forget about ever grimacing in pain.
Michael grips his thigh when he’s good and from there, he picks up in pace. After several thrusts, they create a rhythm with each other. The bed creaks in a noise similar to nails on a chalkboard but they’re too caught up in one another to hear anything besides their own moans. Their bodies slap together, skin to skin, David pumping the other man’s length in time with his motions, he pulling out and slamming back in.
They struggle to keep their eyes open, both desiring to watch the expressions of pleasure on the other’s face through the body’s spell to close them. Time is lost and whatever day it is, is forgotten because their thoughts are selective on the moment. He digs his fingers into the thigh on his shoulder and he can only moan as Michael does the same to his own thighs, grinning from it all. The sweat pours from their foreheads and there’s a clench of nerves at the bottom of his stomach, squinting down at the older man to see him with such similar, quick rasps of breath.
It’s when he thrusts back in hard one another that he sees Michael in the throws of release, his dark eyes widen in marvel at the expression on the man’s face. His back arches and his head drops down partly, throat completely open as he moans baritone.
“Fuck…” David mutters under his breath without realization, biting at his bottom lip.
Just when he thinks it’s going to take him a bit after Michael, simply pausing to watch the other man in his climax, he feels the Michael’s body clench around his cock and that feeling rips a scream from his lips. He can’t even support himself when no more noises come from his lungs, his form free falling down onto Michael’s. The other man’s leg drops too, barely possessing the strength to pull out of the Australian. Low moans leave both men, too spent to grimace from the departure.
He rolls onto his side after a few tries, prompting Michael to tiredly do the same. They face each other with the silliest and dreamiest of smiles, somehow managing to pull down the comforter so that they can rest below the sheets.
The older man stretches his arm across to lay a hand on David’s waist, the white sheet barely hanging on it. His fingertips push on the skin and the younger man understands the gesture. With his help, Dave moves himself closer to Michael so that there’s only a centimeter or two between them.
The Aussie grins then and coils his left arm fully around David’s side while the younger raises his right to rest by Michael’s neck. Sealing the distance with a smile, David nuzzles his head under the other man’s chin and rests his forehead against Michael’s collarbone.
The air is dry from their activities, hot and musky. The younger man sniffles and mumbles by the sun-kissed, sweaty skin.
“One of us should um, washcloth… to get that…”
Michael groans then kisses the top of his head, slowly getting out of the bed.
“I’ll come back to you someday” He mumbles jokingly, “…I can’t feel my body.”
He tilts his head up with a dazed smile, chuckling under his breath and resting on his left forearm as Michael keeps his hand against the wall for balance. David’s light expression wavers in recalling what he did to the other man, sitting up partly as the sheet struggles to stay on his lap.
“You didn’t have to get up you know, I could have.”
Michael calls back, “It’s okay mate, and sure, my ass is going to kill me tomorrow but it was worth it. I know you were going to apologize again but you’re forgiven.”
He smiles at the Australian’s response, “Completely?”
The older man finally comes back in the bedroom with a smirk on his features, washcloth held by the tips of his fingers as he settles into the bed. He washes them both off ever so gently before tossing it in the direction of the bathroom, not even seeing where it lands.
“The pleasure after the pain…That was amazing, you’re amazing. I’ve never felt so good being with someone like this and fuck, watching you come…twice…damn.”
David flushes, adding to the reddish-pink color to his face.
“You should see yourself too, that’s a sight.”
Michael gets a devious smirk, “Maybe we should uh, you know, have a mirror nearby.”
“You want to see yourself? Oh man, you’re priceless.”
The Aussie laughs, “Well duh. Of course I do…and you don’t? Imagine it mate.”
Dave laughs along with him, pressing himself flush to Michael and resting his head by the other man’s neck. Michael wraps his arm around his waist again and he returns his arm by Australian’s neck, fingers playing with the back of that curly hair.
“Oh, trust me. I’ve thought about it before.”
Michael grins and trails his hand along the younger man’s back, the skin humming to his touch. A silence hovers over them then but it’s one of those rare ones that’s unconsciously desired sometimes. Not a hum or pin drop enters their ears save for their own and the other’s breathing against them. It’s one of those times, usually once in a blue moon type of moments, where silence is so utterly golden and immeasurable.
David breaks it softly, “Would you ever get sick of me saying, I love you?”
Michael pulls him closer if possible and leans down to lay a kiss by his shoulder, continuing to stroke his back.
“What do you think?”
“Possibly, depending on the number of times you heard it per day.”
He kisses the younger man on the head, “Hardly… what are you getting at?”
“Nothing, just… I think I’m going to be saying it a lot. I’m just warning you in advance.”
“The only possible way I would… well, if you said it every sentence of every day. I think at that point, you‘d have to use alternate means of telling me… Dave?”
The older man gazes down to find him with closed eyes, breathing soft and even into his skin. He simply smiles and continues to keep David flush to his own form. His eyelids begin to droop and he’s not long after the younger man. Before he succumbs to sleep, he kisses the man’s forehead and whispers by his ear.
“I love you, David Cook. Only you can make me come undone.”