Fic: Incandescent
Merry Christmas Eve! <3
Here's a Holiday drabble for those of you that need it. It's got a few genres in one =)
Title: Incandescent
Author: Brainzz_Insanee
Pairing: David/Michael
Status: One-shot
Word Count: 2315
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Warmth brings one of the highest delicacies.
Author’s Note: This is for you, Kara and anybody else who wanted some holiday fluff during this time. I realize some of it is a little out of the ordinary, but use your imagination in reading it =) It’s a holiday porn special.
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David did recall staring blankly at whatever her name was, Cindy or something, and having her tell him that all the flights were cancelled going east. He didn’t even know what to say to her, the only thing his ears picking up was screaming people around him. They all said the same things, fix the technical difficulties and/or the snow isn’t that bad despite it coming done heavier every couple of minutes.
He wasn’t going to put up with the guilt and noise anymore, pulling himself out of line and ignoring the flash photography by the press that followed him to the airport. There was some relief, regular Jane’s and Joe’s not caring who he was because they were all furious in not being able to see friends and family from other states. If they had seen him, he’s not sure if he would have made it out of the airport.
The Missourian runs to his car, tossing the luggage in his trunk and getting in the driver’s seat with shivering breath after cleaning off his car somewhat. It was bitter wind outside, rushing through so fast. Without a second thought, he slams his hand down in frustration on the wheel and the honk rips through the surrounding area.
Seeing people outside turn in his direction, he shamefully puts his head down on top of the wheel and groans at himself.
“Good job, idiot.”
Releasing several deep breaths so he can concentrate on driving, he adjusts his rear view mirror and pauses upon seeing the redness in his eyes. He didn’t even feel himself start to cry, now realizing why the Cindy person was trying to hand him a tissue but didn’t know what the heck she was doing at the time.
He takes a moment to rub his eyes, telling himself that he’ll have to call instead of visit family and friends. Running his hands through his hair roughly, he shoves the key in the ignition and starts the car. It purrs for him and he swears under his breath at the weather, not expecting such snow in California. It was miles away from normal.
David in the midst of flipping through the radio stations for something other than holiday music, which he’s been hearing for the past two weeks straight on every station, turns off the radio and puts in Our Lady Peace CD. Closing his eyes, he hums and sings to every lyric, ignoring the honks of people waiting for the light to turn. For some small miracle, he’s only a couple blocks away from the house. The only thing, or rather person, he wants to see is Michael. He knows the other man will help him feel better.
The CD finishes for the third or fourth time, he’s not even sure on that number count, pulling into the driveway, the snow slowing his speed as well. He had no interest in getting in any kind of accident the day before Christmas Eve, knowing that would have added to his happy equation. Grumbling under his breath about how he feels like Scrooge, he almost takes himself out on an ice patch when stepping out of the car. The car door saves him from his almost hospital visit and he side-steps along, keeping his grip on his car in cautiousness, until he gets to the trunk.
David grabs his luggage and when he looks up, Michael has the front door open and is leaning against the doorframe in a thick, caramel-colored robe. Dave’s shoulders sag on their own, hat covered in snow as he walks over to the older man with scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. He kicks the snow off his boots before stepping inside, past Michael with his head ducked down.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you… what happened to your flight?”
The younger man scoffs involuntarily, “They’re all fucking cancelled.”
David drops his bags onto the floor and shreds the winter layers, putting everything away into the closet in a sickly calm way and kicking his boots in there as well.
“I’m sorry, David. I know how much you wanted to see them.”
He turns to Michael, “I promised my mother that I’d be there for Christmas.”
“Maybe the weather will die down so you can still make it?”
It’s that optimistic sparkle in chocolate eyes that makes him bite his lip, eyes filling with moisture and shaking his head.
“I doubt it” David replies, his voice shaky. “That’d be too good to be true.”
“Hey, come here…” Michael says softly as he pulls the younger man in an embrace. He kisses the top of his head shortly after.
“I know it’s not much mate, but… you still have that webcam I gave you a few days ago.”
David smiles despite the pain in his heart, this man holding him, the definition of a life and soul saver. He leans up to kiss the older man on the lips quick with a small grin.
“Thank you. You’re awesome.”
Michael grins, keeping an arm draped around his shoulders. He tugs David close to his body as they walk through the house. The Christmas décor is all around, here and there, lighting in the house in a gentle red and green glow. The younger man makes a comment about the random blue lights above the slider door, kissing the top of his head.
“What’s wrong with blue?”
Dave shakes his head, “No, I like it. They’re great.”
“Uh huh. You sir, I got another impression. I thought it stood out nice.”
“Any other things you did while I was at the airport?”
Michael shrugs adorably, “I guess you’ll have to see for yourself.”
“What do you--”
“Shut up and go outside. Relax in the hot tub, you need it mate. I’ll put all your stuff away and meet you out there. How does that sound?”
David smiles at the older man, “I need to get in some boxers or something.”
“Psh, who needs clothes? Just go commando. That‘s what I‘m doing.”
“Sure. I’ll just get hypothermia on my way to the warmth.”
Michael lets out a rich laugh, tugging off his own robe and throwing it to David. The younger man just stares at the amazing body in front of his eyes. He swallows thickly, green eyes darkening as all thought drops from his head. He can’t even remember what he was doing before the Australian’s robe came off.
The older man grins at him, “Clothes off. Hot tub is waiting for you.”
“Um yah, right. I-- um, I’ll do that.”
As soon as Michael goes up the stairs, he blinks rapidly to get his focus back. They had been together a couple months and so far, everything had been going as close to perfect as possible. He went into the kitchen, draping the robe over one of the chairs as he tugged all his clothes off. The socks and pants went into a pile, shirt tossed as well. He shivers slightly despite the warmth blowing through the building. It’s not long after that in which he’s in that caramel robe, shoving his feet in boots, and looking completely stupid on his way to the hot tub. He’s happy that it’s close to the house, only a couple or so steps away.
Instead of going in the sissy way, and to avoid the sharp cold, he jumps into the steaming waters. He lets out a loud yelp, scrambling up to sit on the edge of the tub. There his body shivers horribly however so he creeps back in, slowly and torturously adjusting to the hot temperature. By the time he’s acclimated to it, Michael is finally coming out and just shakes his head at the younger man.
“I see you didn’t take your time, good job mate.”
He frowns and looks to the side cutely, “I didn’t want to get cold.”
“Excuses, excuses. You decided to cook yourself instead, eh Cook?”
David groans and drags his palm down his face, “You did not just say that.”
“I did and I could say it again, this is me that we’re talking about.”
“Ugh, please get in here. You out there with me in here isn’t working my way.”
Michael grins and climbs into the hot tub, wading over to David whose against one of the sides. He puts a hand on either side of the younger man, leaning forward to press his lips to him. Their mouths work together, an instant rhythm and their bodies go flush together. Then without another beat, the Australian doesn’t wait to snake his hand done the paler man’s chest and wrap his fingers around David’s cock.
There’s an instant buck of the hips, gasping against Michael’s mouth and head slowly falling back onto the side of the tub. The air is chilly but their bodies are warm. He digs his fingers into that dark curly hair, murmuring Michael’s name and demanding more.
The Australian pulls his mouth away, kissing along his face to nibble at his ear.
“You have no idea what you do to me, and fuck, when you moan like that.”
David just groans from the words, “Dear god, keep going.”
Not a second later, the grip is tighter and Michael sucks at his neck and shoulder while pumping the younger man’s length. His other hand holds one of those ample thighs in his palm, biting into the skin just enough to leave a mark. He grins at his handy work before going back to kiss David, fiercely to have them swollen and pink.
Michael brings him to the edge, “I want to be in you when you scream my name.”
Dave moans and struggles to speak but his sounds are incoherent at first.
“Michael, would you just-- Please just fuck me already.”
The heated water splashes around them as they adjust their bodies, Michael grabbing one leg and pulling it up high against his side while the other leg drops deep. His other hand holds Dave’s waist good against the hot tub. David is open in his stance, the other man positioning his length at the younger man’s opening. Dave wraps one arm around the Aussie’s neck while the other is used to grab at his own erection, hissing in pleasure.
Michael pushes in then and David instantly moans, the older man knowing the point of pleasure for the younger by this time. It’s far from their first time together but each time never loses it’s value or enjoyment for either individual.
They move together in ways similar to pieces of a puzzle, Michael moving forward while David goes back and vice versa. They’re covered both in sweat and in a blanket of frost, moaning continuously. The younger man only makes more noises when the Aussie’s fingers dig roughly into the skin by his hipbone.
Michael pushes in and pulls out in an ever increasing tempo, a repeating pattern, until the movements become erratic and they appear as if in a frenzied heat. The hot water their bodies move in, embraces them and brings them a heightened peace; a delicacy of two forms just colliding perfectly.
The Australian thrusts into him just in time with gripping the base of his cock, his body twitching beneath Michael before he screams the man’s name. The way the younger man clenches around the older man’s length inside, it brings him to his peak as well. Michael simply moans long and hard, slumping against David. A shiver rocks through both of them, a reminder of the weather they exist in.
With a devious grin, Michael places both hands on David and the other man chuckles at what he sees in the dark chocolate eyes. Knowing the older man all too well, it’s no surprise to him when the Aussie dunks them both under the water for a shock of warmth.
They come back up soon later, both laughing and Dave turns up his nose dramatically at Michael’s antics.
“You’re never gonna grow up.”
The Aussie smirks, “There’s no fun in that.”
A silence settles before David leans forward, kissing the other man so gently and wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck. He smiles when he feels arms around his middle, keeping him pinned to the hot tub wall.
He parts from Michael somewhat, “Thank you. You know just--”
Michael raises a brow at the pause and chuckles at him, looking off to the side where the younger man is gazing off toward.
“The blizzard… it stopped. There’s only… it’s only here and there now.”
Michael smiles brightly, “I do believe the weather has died down, if I see correctly and you’re the one who doubted it. Good things do happen, as long as I have say.”
“But-- They said…”
The Aussie kisses him softly on the head, “I think that means you could still make it.”
David grins ear to ear, green-hazel eyes lighting like stars in the night sky or equivalent to a child walking down the stairs on Christmas morning to find presents everywhere.
“I have to pack!”
Michael nudges him and kisses him quick, “Hurry up. I’ll see you when you get back.”
Dave stumbles out of the hot tub and into the robe hanging off to the side near the door, pausing before going inside fully.
“Where did you say you were heading to?”
“My sister’s in town, I’m spending the holiday with her” Michael grins, “I love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll be back before you know it.”
Here's a Holiday drabble for those of you that need it. It's got a few genres in one =)
Title: Incandescent
Author: Brainzz_Insanee
Pairing: David/Michael
Status: One-shot
Word Count: 2315
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Warmth brings one of the highest delicacies.
Author’s Note: This is for you, Kara and anybody else who wanted some holiday fluff during this time. I realize some of it is a little out of the ordinary, but use your imagination in reading it =) It’s a holiday porn special.
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David did recall staring blankly at whatever her name was, Cindy or something, and having her tell him that all the flights were cancelled going east. He didn’t even know what to say to her, the only thing his ears picking up was screaming people around him. They all said the same things, fix the technical difficulties and/or the snow isn’t that bad despite it coming done heavier every couple of minutes.
He wasn’t going to put up with the guilt and noise anymore, pulling himself out of line and ignoring the flash photography by the press that followed him to the airport. There was some relief, regular Jane’s and Joe’s not caring who he was because they were all furious in not being able to see friends and family from other states. If they had seen him, he’s not sure if he would have made it out of the airport.
The Missourian runs to his car, tossing the luggage in his trunk and getting in the driver’s seat with shivering breath after cleaning off his car somewhat. It was bitter wind outside, rushing through so fast. Without a second thought, he slams his hand down in frustration on the wheel and the honk rips through the surrounding area.
Seeing people outside turn in his direction, he shamefully puts his head down on top of the wheel and groans at himself.
“Good job, idiot.”
Releasing several deep breaths so he can concentrate on driving, he adjusts his rear view mirror and pauses upon seeing the redness in his eyes. He didn’t even feel himself start to cry, now realizing why the Cindy person was trying to hand him a tissue but didn’t know what the heck she was doing at the time.
He takes a moment to rub his eyes, telling himself that he’ll have to call instead of visit family and friends. Running his hands through his hair roughly, he shoves the key in the ignition and starts the car. It purrs for him and he swears under his breath at the weather, not expecting such snow in California. It was miles away from normal.
David in the midst of flipping through the radio stations for something other than holiday music, which he’s been hearing for the past two weeks straight on every station, turns off the radio and puts in Our Lady Peace CD. Closing his eyes, he hums and sings to every lyric, ignoring the honks of people waiting for the light to turn. For some small miracle, he’s only a couple blocks away from the house. The only thing, or rather person, he wants to see is Michael. He knows the other man will help him feel better.
The CD finishes for the third or fourth time, he’s not even sure on that number count, pulling into the driveway, the snow slowing his speed as well. He had no interest in getting in any kind of accident the day before Christmas Eve, knowing that would have added to his happy equation. Grumbling under his breath about how he feels like Scrooge, he almost takes himself out on an ice patch when stepping out of the car. The car door saves him from his almost hospital visit and he side-steps along, keeping his grip on his car in cautiousness, until he gets to the trunk.
David grabs his luggage and when he looks up, Michael has the front door open and is leaning against the doorframe in a thick, caramel-colored robe. Dave’s shoulders sag on their own, hat covered in snow as he walks over to the older man with scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. He kicks the snow off his boots before stepping inside, past Michael with his head ducked down.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you… what happened to your flight?”
The younger man scoffs involuntarily, “They’re all fucking cancelled.”
David drops his bags onto the floor and shreds the winter layers, putting everything away into the closet in a sickly calm way and kicking his boots in there as well.
“I’m sorry, David. I know how much you wanted to see them.”
He turns to Michael, “I promised my mother that I’d be there for Christmas.”
“Maybe the weather will die down so you can still make it?”
It’s that optimistic sparkle in chocolate eyes that makes him bite his lip, eyes filling with moisture and shaking his head.
“I doubt it” David replies, his voice shaky. “That’d be too good to be true.”
“Hey, come here…” Michael says softly as he pulls the younger man in an embrace. He kisses the top of his head shortly after.
“I know it’s not much mate, but… you still have that webcam I gave you a few days ago.”
David smiles despite the pain in his heart, this man holding him, the definition of a life and soul saver. He leans up to kiss the older man on the lips quick with a small grin.
“Thank you. You’re awesome.”
Michael grins, keeping an arm draped around his shoulders. He tugs David close to his body as they walk through the house. The Christmas décor is all around, here and there, lighting in the house in a gentle red and green glow. The younger man makes a comment about the random blue lights above the slider door, kissing the top of his head.
“What’s wrong with blue?”
Dave shakes his head, “No, I like it. They’re great.”
“Uh huh. You sir, I got another impression. I thought it stood out nice.”
“Any other things you did while I was at the airport?”
Michael shrugs adorably, “I guess you’ll have to see for yourself.”
“What do you--”
“Shut up and go outside. Relax in the hot tub, you need it mate. I’ll put all your stuff away and meet you out there. How does that sound?”
David smiles at the older man, “I need to get in some boxers or something.”
“Psh, who needs clothes? Just go commando. That‘s what I‘m doing.”
“Sure. I’ll just get hypothermia on my way to the warmth.”
Michael lets out a rich laugh, tugging off his own robe and throwing it to David. The younger man just stares at the amazing body in front of his eyes. He swallows thickly, green eyes darkening as all thought drops from his head. He can’t even remember what he was doing before the Australian’s robe came off.
The older man grins at him, “Clothes off. Hot tub is waiting for you.”
“Um yah, right. I-- um, I’ll do that.”
As soon as Michael goes up the stairs, he blinks rapidly to get his focus back. They had been together a couple months and so far, everything had been going as close to perfect as possible. He went into the kitchen, draping the robe over one of the chairs as he tugged all his clothes off. The socks and pants went into a pile, shirt tossed as well. He shivers slightly despite the warmth blowing through the building. It’s not long after that in which he’s in that caramel robe, shoving his feet in boots, and looking completely stupid on his way to the hot tub. He’s happy that it’s close to the house, only a couple or so steps away.
Instead of going in the sissy way, and to avoid the sharp cold, he jumps into the steaming waters. He lets out a loud yelp, scrambling up to sit on the edge of the tub. There his body shivers horribly however so he creeps back in, slowly and torturously adjusting to the hot temperature. By the time he’s acclimated to it, Michael is finally coming out and just shakes his head at the younger man.
“I see you didn’t take your time, good job mate.”
He frowns and looks to the side cutely, “I didn’t want to get cold.”
“Excuses, excuses. You decided to cook yourself instead, eh Cook?”
David groans and drags his palm down his face, “You did not just say that.”
“I did and I could say it again, this is me that we’re talking about.”
“Ugh, please get in here. You out there with me in here isn’t working my way.”
Michael grins and climbs into the hot tub, wading over to David whose against one of the sides. He puts a hand on either side of the younger man, leaning forward to press his lips to him. Their mouths work together, an instant rhythm and their bodies go flush together. Then without another beat, the Australian doesn’t wait to snake his hand done the paler man’s chest and wrap his fingers around David’s cock.
There’s an instant buck of the hips, gasping against Michael’s mouth and head slowly falling back onto the side of the tub. The air is chilly but their bodies are warm. He digs his fingers into that dark curly hair, murmuring Michael’s name and demanding more.
The Australian pulls his mouth away, kissing along his face to nibble at his ear.
“You have no idea what you do to me, and fuck, when you moan like that.”
David just groans from the words, “Dear god, keep going.”
Not a second later, the grip is tighter and Michael sucks at his neck and shoulder while pumping the younger man’s length. His other hand holds one of those ample thighs in his palm, biting into the skin just enough to leave a mark. He grins at his handy work before going back to kiss David, fiercely to have them swollen and pink.
Michael brings him to the edge, “I want to be in you when you scream my name.”
Dave moans and struggles to speak but his sounds are incoherent at first.
“Michael, would you just-- Please just fuck me already.”
The heated water splashes around them as they adjust their bodies, Michael grabbing one leg and pulling it up high against his side while the other leg drops deep. His other hand holds Dave’s waist good against the hot tub. David is open in his stance, the other man positioning his length at the younger man’s opening. Dave wraps one arm around the Aussie’s neck while the other is used to grab at his own erection, hissing in pleasure.
Michael pushes in then and David instantly moans, the older man knowing the point of pleasure for the younger by this time. It’s far from their first time together but each time never loses it’s value or enjoyment for either individual.
They move together in ways similar to pieces of a puzzle, Michael moving forward while David goes back and vice versa. They’re covered both in sweat and in a blanket of frost, moaning continuously. The younger man only makes more noises when the Aussie’s fingers dig roughly into the skin by his hipbone.
Michael pushes in and pulls out in an ever increasing tempo, a repeating pattern, until the movements become erratic and they appear as if in a frenzied heat. The hot water their bodies move in, embraces them and brings them a heightened peace; a delicacy of two forms just colliding perfectly.
The Australian thrusts into him just in time with gripping the base of his cock, his body twitching beneath Michael before he screams the man’s name. The way the younger man clenches around the older man’s length inside, it brings him to his peak as well. Michael simply moans long and hard, slumping against David. A shiver rocks through both of them, a reminder of the weather they exist in.
With a devious grin, Michael places both hands on David and the other man chuckles at what he sees in the dark chocolate eyes. Knowing the older man all too well, it’s no surprise to him when the Aussie dunks them both under the water for a shock of warmth.
They come back up soon later, both laughing and Dave turns up his nose dramatically at Michael’s antics.
“You’re never gonna grow up.”
The Aussie smirks, “There’s no fun in that.”
A silence settles before David leans forward, kissing the other man so gently and wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck. He smiles when he feels arms around his middle, keeping him pinned to the hot tub wall.
He parts from Michael somewhat, “Thank you. You know just--”
Michael raises a brow at the pause and chuckles at him, looking off to the side where the younger man is gazing off toward.
“The blizzard… it stopped. There’s only… it’s only here and there now.”
Michael smiles brightly, “I do believe the weather has died down, if I see correctly and you’re the one who doubted it. Good things do happen, as long as I have say.”
“But-- They said…”
The Aussie kisses him softly on the head, “I think that means you could still make it.”
David grins ear to ear, green-hazel eyes lighting like stars in the night sky or equivalent to a child walking down the stairs on Christmas morning to find presents everywhere.
“I have to pack!”
Michael nudges him and kisses him quick, “Hurry up. I’ll see you when you get back.”
Dave stumbles out of the hot tub and into the robe hanging off to the side near the door, pausing before going inside fully.
“Where did you say you were heading to?”
“My sister’s in town, I’m spending the holiday with her” Michael grins, “I love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll be back before you know it.”