Someday (13/?)
Title: Someday
Chapter Title: Under Pressure (13/?)
Author: wakingnitemarex
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1324
Summary: Someday I'm gonna be your lover, and someday, you're gonna be all mine..
Disclaimer: Not reeeeeal.
Author's Notes: I've... been a mess this past year, and I'm sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. This has been writen for once, and nearly completely typed for about that long, too. I'm just.. I'm sorry, guys. So, so sorry. Enjoy it? Cut lyrics from Little Sparrow by Dolly Parton, title is a song by David Bowie.
Michael's been surprised at how well behaved David's been for the past week. Surprised, and proud. No offense at all to David, but, well, he hadn't had the highest of hopes about seeing David's self-control improve, but he's glad that the younger man seems to be proving him wrong. He isn't entirely confident that David is "changed" yet, though, so he keeps an eye on them when he can. It's not that he creeps on them or keeps them in his sight at all times, more so that when David pulls off a douche move Michael doesn't hesitate to call him out on it.
Like right now, for example.
It's the afternoon of the top 9 performances and the three of them are hanging around the apartment. Michael has just gotten off the phone - he'd been talking to Stacey - and David and Jason are in the living room, Jason going over his song a few last times while David listens, a slightly look of annoyance on his face.
David presses closer to Jason, kissing his neck. "C'mon, Jase," he whines, "You don't need to practice anymore.."
The younger man shivers when David kisses him and ends up playing the wrong chord, cursing in frustration. "David, love, stop. Please. I really need to master the guitar on this before tonight." He tries to start playing again but David's hand snakes it's way around his wrist as David trails more kisses over his neck. "David.."
"You've been practicing all week," he sighs, frustrated, "You'll do fine tonight." He nips lightly at Jason's earlobe. "I've been watching you play all morning, do you know what that does to me?"
If he's being honest with himself, though, the light-headed, not quite in the here-and-now feeling that he has right now isn't really about wanting Jason. But he can pretend it is, distract himself with the beautiful creature who is, for some reason, still his boyfriend. That way he doesn't have to admit that the stress is getting to him, doesn't have to admit that he's not sure if he can survive another two months of all this. That way he doesn't have to think about Adam.
Michael crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. "David," he comments, raising an eyebrow. He glances towards David's hand that is still wrapped around Jason's wrist when the rocker looks at him, and getting the hint, David let's go, muttering an embarrassed apology - he really was trying, he just wasn't used to not getting his way. "Let him practice, Dave."
David sighs and pulls away from Jason. Sulking, he pouts and crosses his arms.
Jason bites down on his lip, feeling a little bad. Maybe he had been paying too much attention to his song.. He reaches out, giving David's hand a soft squeeze. "Later, okay?", he smiles a little, "I promise."
"Uh-huh."
The youngest man sighs, giving Michael a sad smile before starting to play through his song again.
David stands after a few minutes and goes to the bedroom, shutting the door not-so-quietly behind him. He hopes the others think he's just being pissy, even though he knows it would make Jason feel bad. He'd rather that than have them worrying about him, though.
He sinks to the ground, screwing his eyes shut as the world around him starts to spin, and rests his forehead against his knees, trying to wait it out. He opens his eyes again after a few minutes, and seeing that his surroundings seem to be standing still, he carefully stands up, trying to stay steady as he walks to the bathroom. He flicks the light on before turning on the tap and splashing cool water over his face. He wipes at his eyes before opening them and grips tightly to the sink as he looks in the mirror. His skin is paler than usual, his eyes deader, and he sighs. Great.
"Damnit," he mutters, turning the tap off. He dries his face and hands then, in frustration, runs one of his hands through his hair, messing it up. He'd been hoping to go the competition without letting his blood pressure get the best of him, but it had been proving to be difficult lately - he's stressed.
Between getting not-so-comforting updates about his brother, trying to stay cool in the heat of the competition and, now, working to be a better boyfriend than he's used to being, it's getting to him.
It's manageable, though. For now, at least. He just hopes it stays that way.
-x-x-
"You didn't need to promise him that," Michael comments after letting Jason play through his song a few more times.
Jason just shrugs, and takes a moment to relax his hands. "I don't mind." He looks down at the guitar in his lap and sighs. "He's trying, Mikey. Give him some credit."
The older man sighs as well, and glances down the hall towards the now-closed bedroom door. "I know he is."
-x-x-
"You were great tonight, David!," Brooke exclaims, giving him a huge smile. "Your song was perfect."
David smiles and thanks her before she runs off to see Carly. He tries to slip away unnoticed from the others as he feels another wave of dizziness flow through him. It's probably a good thing that he's not very stealthy, though, because he's barely a few steps down the side hallway when Michael shows up, catching him when he passes out.
Michael reaches out when he sees the far away look in David's eyes and the younger man sways slightly. "Woah, Dave, mate, what's going on?" He carefully eases the other man's body to the floor before pulling out his cell-phone and calling one of the on-staff medics.
When David comes to he's met by Michael's concerned eyes staring back into his. The hall door bursts open and Jason, Carly, Brooke and a few medics come in.
"You okay, mate?", Michael asks worriedly as he helps David sit up before stepping away to make room for the medics. David just shrugs him off, mumbling that he's fine.
Jason kneels down beside David, his eyes full of concern. "What happened?", he asks, looking from David to Michael for an explanation as he lightly strokes David's hair.
"He passed out."
David tries to pull away from the medics when they kneel in front of him. "I'm fine. Honestly."
"You can say that all you like, but we still have to check you out," one of them comments as she checks his pulse - which is beating a bit irregularly. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital."
David shakes his head. "I don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine." In an attempt to punctuate that he stands up. Too bad he can feel the world spinning around him and Michael has to catch him again, successfully disproving his point.
"David, please just go with them," Brooke pleads softly, "You don't look too well." Carly nods her agreement, a worried expression on her face.
Jason stands, taking David's hand into his. His skin is cool and a little clammy, and it makes him worry more. "Please, David?" He meets his boyfriend's gaze and David hates to see the worried look in his eyes. He doesn't like making Jason worry.
Sighing in annoyance, David nods. "Fine, I'll go. But no ambulance, a car is fine."
Jason smiles a little, "Thanks." He kisses David's cheek before the older of the two is led away. "Feel better, David."
Chapter Title: Under Pressure (13/?)
Author: wakingnitemarex
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1324
Summary: Someday I'm gonna be your lover, and someday, you're gonna be all mine..
Disclaimer: Not reeeeeal.
Author's Notes: I've... been a mess this past year, and I'm sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. This has been writen for once, and nearly completely typed for about that long, too. I'm just.. I'm sorry, guys. So, so sorry. Enjoy it? Cut lyrics from Little Sparrow by Dolly Parton, title is a song by David Bowie.
Michael's been surprised at how well behaved David's been for the past week. Surprised, and proud. No offense at all to David, but, well, he hadn't had the highest of hopes about seeing David's self-control improve, but he's glad that the younger man seems to be proving him wrong. He isn't entirely confident that David is "changed" yet, though, so he keeps an eye on them when he can. It's not that he creeps on them or keeps them in his sight at all times, more so that when David pulls off a douche move Michael doesn't hesitate to call him out on it.
Like right now, for example.
It's the afternoon of the top 9 performances and the three of them are hanging around the apartment. Michael has just gotten off the phone - he'd been talking to Stacey - and David and Jason are in the living room, Jason going over his song a few last times while David listens, a slightly look of annoyance on his face.
David presses closer to Jason, kissing his neck. "C'mon, Jase," he whines, "You don't need to practice anymore.."
The younger man shivers when David kisses him and ends up playing the wrong chord, cursing in frustration. "David, love, stop. Please. I really need to master the guitar on this before tonight." He tries to start playing again but David's hand snakes it's way around his wrist as David trails more kisses over his neck. "David.."
"You've been practicing all week," he sighs, frustrated, "You'll do fine tonight." He nips lightly at Jason's earlobe. "I've been watching you play all morning, do you know what that does to me?"
If he's being honest with himself, though, the light-headed, not quite in the here-and-now feeling that he has right now isn't really about wanting Jason. But he can pretend it is, distract himself with the beautiful creature who is, for some reason, still his boyfriend. That way he doesn't have to admit that the stress is getting to him, doesn't have to admit that he's not sure if he can survive another two months of all this. That way he doesn't have to think about Adam.
Michael crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. "David," he comments, raising an eyebrow. He glances towards David's hand that is still wrapped around Jason's wrist when the rocker looks at him, and getting the hint, David let's go, muttering an embarrassed apology - he really was trying, he just wasn't used to not getting his way. "Let him practice, Dave."
David sighs and pulls away from Jason. Sulking, he pouts and crosses his arms.
Jason bites down on his lip, feeling a little bad. Maybe he had been paying too much attention to his song.. He reaches out, giving David's hand a soft squeeze. "Later, okay?", he smiles a little, "I promise."
"Uh-huh."
The youngest man sighs, giving Michael a sad smile before starting to play through his song again.
David stands after a few minutes and goes to the bedroom, shutting the door not-so-quietly behind him. He hopes the others think he's just being pissy, even though he knows it would make Jason feel bad. He'd rather that than have them worrying about him, though.
He sinks to the ground, screwing his eyes shut as the world around him starts to spin, and rests his forehead against his knees, trying to wait it out. He opens his eyes again after a few minutes, and seeing that his surroundings seem to be standing still, he carefully stands up, trying to stay steady as he walks to the bathroom. He flicks the light on before turning on the tap and splashing cool water over his face. He wipes at his eyes before opening them and grips tightly to the sink as he looks in the mirror. His skin is paler than usual, his eyes deader, and he sighs. Great.
"Damnit," he mutters, turning the tap off. He dries his face and hands then, in frustration, runs one of his hands through his hair, messing it up. He'd been hoping to go the competition without letting his blood pressure get the best of him, but it had been proving to be difficult lately - he's stressed.
Between getting not-so-comforting updates about his brother, trying to stay cool in the heat of the competition and, now, working to be a better boyfriend than he's used to being, it's getting to him.
It's manageable, though. For now, at least. He just hopes it stays that way.
-x-x-
"You didn't need to promise him that," Michael comments after letting Jason play through his song a few more times.
Jason just shrugs, and takes a moment to relax his hands. "I don't mind." He looks down at the guitar in his lap and sighs. "He's trying, Mikey. Give him some credit."
The older man sighs as well, and glances down the hall towards the now-closed bedroom door. "I know he is."
-x-x-
"You were great tonight, David!," Brooke exclaims, giving him a huge smile. "Your song was perfect."
David smiles and thanks her before she runs off to see Carly. He tries to slip away unnoticed from the others as he feels another wave of dizziness flow through him. It's probably a good thing that he's not very stealthy, though, because he's barely a few steps down the side hallway when Michael shows up, catching him when he passes out.
Michael reaches out when he sees the far away look in David's eyes and the younger man sways slightly. "Woah, Dave, mate, what's going on?" He carefully eases the other man's body to the floor before pulling out his cell-phone and calling one of the on-staff medics.
When David comes to he's met by Michael's concerned eyes staring back into his. The hall door bursts open and Jason, Carly, Brooke and a few medics come in.
"You okay, mate?", Michael asks worriedly as he helps David sit up before stepping away to make room for the medics. David just shrugs him off, mumbling that he's fine.
Jason kneels down beside David, his eyes full of concern. "What happened?", he asks, looking from David to Michael for an explanation as he lightly strokes David's hair.
"He passed out."
David tries to pull away from the medics when they kneel in front of him. "I'm fine. Honestly."
"You can say that all you like, but we still have to check you out," one of them comments as she checks his pulse - which is beating a bit irregularly. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital."
David shakes his head. "I don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine." In an attempt to punctuate that he stands up. Too bad he can feel the world spinning around him and Michael has to catch him again, successfully disproving his point.
"David, please just go with them," Brooke pleads softly, "You don't look too well." Carly nods her agreement, a worried expression on her face.
Jason stands, taking David's hand into his. His skin is cool and a little clammy, and it makes him worry more. "Please, David?" He meets his boyfriend's gaze and David hates to see the worried look in his eyes. He doesn't like making Jason worry.
Sighing in annoyance, David nods. "Fine, I'll go. But no ambulance, a car is fine."
Jason smiles a little, "Thanks." He kisses David's cheek before the older of the two is led away. "Feel better, David."