Fic: Before Noon (Cook/Kyle)
Title: Before Noon
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cook/Kyle
Summary: Kyle has always been the kind of guy to wake early. He just doesn't understand why Cook is suddenly that kind of guy too.
Word Count: 1,200 words
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story.
Author's Note: tankshallkill prompted me with breakfast on the bus. I kind of took it and ran with it.
Living on a bus with four people isn’t easy; not that Kyle expected it to be. It’s almost always messy, their clothes constantly get mixed up and beer bottles are found in the strangest of places. The worst though, is their sleep schedules. Neal goes to bed only a couple of hours before Kyle prefers to wake up. He isn’t like Neal who wakes up mid afternoon and stays up all night. If Kyle wakes up late, he feels like the whole day is gone. He didn’t used to feel like this, but he supposes that comes with the territory of having a kid.
For the first couple of months he’s the only one awake that early. He makes himself a bagel, or has some cereal for breakfast, anything that doesn’t make too much noise. He doesn’t turn on the TV, too afraid of waking anyone. No matter how welcome they make him feel, in his mind he is still the new guy. It’s daunting how long Andy, Neal and David have known each other. The only people Kyle can say that about in his life are his brother and the mother of his child.
Lately though, David has been waking earlier, even on days he doesn’t have radio shows or interviews to get to. He comes out, hair sticking up in every direction, his eyes all squinty from sleep, and joins Kyle on the couch. Sometimes they don’t even talk much, David too tired, or one of them busy with something else. Other days they talk in whispered voices, about a new album they heard, or the gig from the night before. Kyle is glad for the company, but he can’t help but wonder why. David is noticeably more tired, still staying up late with the guys. Kyle assumes it’s stress, assumes it’s insomnia. He can’t think of any other explanation.
When Kyle wakes up that morning, it’s earlier than usual. The bus is still moving, and by their schedule they have another couple of hours before they reach their destination. He pulls out a book, relaxes into the couch, and let’s the quiet surround him. Not much time passes before Cook is making his way to the back of the bus, looking worse for wear than usual, but somehow he still manages to give Kyle a smile that doesn’t quiet reach his eyes.
“Morning,” David rasps out, his voice still tired from sleep. He sits next to Kyle on the couch, almost close enough to touch.
Kyle knows he was up late, having heard him and Neal having a rather loud debate over the merits of punk music at three in the morning. He should be sleeping, he should be resting before the meet and greet and photo shoot, and the late show they have scheduled that night.
“Why are you up?” Kyle doesn’t mean to ask it, blames it on the early hour.
David doesn’t look at him, instead studying his hands in his lap. Kyle looks there too, fascinated by the contrast of tan arms against pale legs.
“Couldn’t sleep I guess. We have any more cereal?”
“Don’t know,” Kyle says slowly, his brow furrowing in worry. “Maybe you should see a doctor or something. You need sleep.”
David shakes his head, stretches a little. “Don‘t worry about me. I‘ve learned to be resilient since Idol.” He leans his head back against the couch. He looks at Kyle then, and Kyle is stunned to see the circles under his eyes.
“You need more sleep. You look worse than I did when Hayden was an infant.” David flinches a little, like he always does when Kyle mentions his son. Kyle doesn’t get it. He’s seen David with his niece and nephew; it’s not like he hates children.
David doesn’t say anything in reply, just stares straight ahead. The only sound in the room is his breathing.
“If you just tell me-” Kyle starts, but is stopped by David’s hand coming to rest on his knee. He looks down at it, and then back at David.
“You ever think that maybe I just want to spend some time with you?”
Kyle’s eyes widen. The thing is, he never did think that. They live on a bus together, play shows together; it just doesn‘t make sense. “But, why? We see each other all the time.”
David rolls his eyes. “You practically pass out after shows. Not that I blame you with how hard you play.” David pauses turning his body to face him. Kyle doesn’t speak. He can tell David is thinking, formulating his thoughts. “We just never get time, you know, just us.”
“Just us,” Kyle repeats. His heart is pounding in his chest. David’s hand is still on his knee.
“Yeah,” David nods. “Just us.”
“You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t compromise your sleep because…I’m not worth that.”
David grabs his chin then, forces their eyes to meet, and the look Kyle sees in his eyes sends shivers through out his body. It’s the kind of look David only gets on stage when he’s lost in the middle of a song. “Don’t say that. You’re more than worth it. You wouldn’t be in this band if you weren’t worth it.”
Kyle nods his head, as if he understands, but he doesn’t; he’s more confused than he’s ever been, more confused than the day he heard he had a baby on the way.
“Shit Kyle.” David leans forward, bridges the gap between them and captures his lips in a kiss. Kyle makes a noise, halfway between shocked and a moan. It’s over before Kyle can even register what happened.
“Why did you?” Kyle says in a whisper, afraid that anything louder will somehow make it all disappear.
“I thought that would be kind of obvious.” David bites his lip, moves even closer, one hand threaded through Kyle’s hair and the other rubbing soothingly up and down his thigh. “But if you need me to say it, I will. I’ve been told I’m pretty good with words.”
“That was cheesy,” Kyle points out, unable to stop himself from smiling a little. His heart is thumping against his chest, his stomach twisted in knots, caught somewhere between giddy excitement and utter confusion.
“I’ve been told I can be pretty cheesy too.” David kisses his neck then, and Kyle feels the rasp of his beard more than anything. He’s not going to lie, he’s thought about this before, what it would be like to feel that beard against his skin. He just never thought he would actually get the chance to find out. “I could buy you roses. Or dedicate a song to you. Or maybe wax poetic over the shape of your hands.” With each phrase he places another kiss on Kyle’s neck, the side of his face, his temple.
“Or you could just kiss me?” Kyle finally says. His voice is shaking, and he can’t quite bring himself to reach out, touch Cook the way he wants to.
“I could do that,” David replies. This kiss is different, longer, wetter, and this time Kyle remembers to deepen it, to make sure David can’t pull away.
Kyle knows they have a lot to talk about. What this all means; for them, for the band, for his kid. But he pushes it to the back of his mind, instead concentrating on the rise and fall of David’s breath each time their lips meet.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cook/Kyle
Summary: Kyle has always been the kind of guy to wake early. He just doesn't understand why Cook is suddenly that kind of guy too.
Word Count: 1,200 words
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story.
Author's Note: tankshallkill prompted me with breakfast on the bus. I kind of took it and ran with it.
Living on a bus with four people isn’t easy; not that Kyle expected it to be. It’s almost always messy, their clothes constantly get mixed up and beer bottles are found in the strangest of places. The worst though, is their sleep schedules. Neal goes to bed only a couple of hours before Kyle prefers to wake up. He isn’t like Neal who wakes up mid afternoon and stays up all night. If Kyle wakes up late, he feels like the whole day is gone. He didn’t used to feel like this, but he supposes that comes with the territory of having a kid.
For the first couple of months he’s the only one awake that early. He makes himself a bagel, or has some cereal for breakfast, anything that doesn’t make too much noise. He doesn’t turn on the TV, too afraid of waking anyone. No matter how welcome they make him feel, in his mind he is still the new guy. It’s daunting how long Andy, Neal and David have known each other. The only people Kyle can say that about in his life are his brother and the mother of his child.
Lately though, David has been waking earlier, even on days he doesn’t have radio shows or interviews to get to. He comes out, hair sticking up in every direction, his eyes all squinty from sleep, and joins Kyle on the couch. Sometimes they don’t even talk much, David too tired, or one of them busy with something else. Other days they talk in whispered voices, about a new album they heard, or the gig from the night before. Kyle is glad for the company, but he can’t help but wonder why. David is noticeably more tired, still staying up late with the guys. Kyle assumes it’s stress, assumes it’s insomnia. He can’t think of any other explanation.
When Kyle wakes up that morning, it’s earlier than usual. The bus is still moving, and by their schedule they have another couple of hours before they reach their destination. He pulls out a book, relaxes into the couch, and let’s the quiet surround him. Not much time passes before Cook is making his way to the back of the bus, looking worse for wear than usual, but somehow he still manages to give Kyle a smile that doesn’t quiet reach his eyes.
“Morning,” David rasps out, his voice still tired from sleep. He sits next to Kyle on the couch, almost close enough to touch.
Kyle knows he was up late, having heard him and Neal having a rather loud debate over the merits of punk music at three in the morning. He should be sleeping, he should be resting before the meet and greet and photo shoot, and the late show they have scheduled that night.
“Why are you up?” Kyle doesn’t mean to ask it, blames it on the early hour.
David doesn’t look at him, instead studying his hands in his lap. Kyle looks there too, fascinated by the contrast of tan arms against pale legs.
“Couldn’t sleep I guess. We have any more cereal?”
“Don’t know,” Kyle says slowly, his brow furrowing in worry. “Maybe you should see a doctor or something. You need sleep.”
David shakes his head, stretches a little. “Don‘t worry about me. I‘ve learned to be resilient since Idol.” He leans his head back against the couch. He looks at Kyle then, and Kyle is stunned to see the circles under his eyes.
“You need more sleep. You look worse than I did when Hayden was an infant.” David flinches a little, like he always does when Kyle mentions his son. Kyle doesn’t get it. He’s seen David with his niece and nephew; it’s not like he hates children.
David doesn’t say anything in reply, just stares straight ahead. The only sound in the room is his breathing.
“If you just tell me-” Kyle starts, but is stopped by David’s hand coming to rest on his knee. He looks down at it, and then back at David.
“You ever think that maybe I just want to spend some time with you?”
Kyle’s eyes widen. The thing is, he never did think that. They live on a bus together, play shows together; it just doesn‘t make sense. “But, why? We see each other all the time.”
David rolls his eyes. “You practically pass out after shows. Not that I blame you with how hard you play.” David pauses turning his body to face him. Kyle doesn’t speak. He can tell David is thinking, formulating his thoughts. “We just never get time, you know, just us.”
“Just us,” Kyle repeats. His heart is pounding in his chest. David’s hand is still on his knee.
“Yeah,” David nods. “Just us.”
“You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t compromise your sleep because…I’m not worth that.”
David grabs his chin then, forces their eyes to meet, and the look Kyle sees in his eyes sends shivers through out his body. It’s the kind of look David only gets on stage when he’s lost in the middle of a song. “Don’t say that. You’re more than worth it. You wouldn’t be in this band if you weren’t worth it.”
Kyle nods his head, as if he understands, but he doesn’t; he’s more confused than he’s ever been, more confused than the day he heard he had a baby on the way.
“Shit Kyle.” David leans forward, bridges the gap between them and captures his lips in a kiss. Kyle makes a noise, halfway between shocked and a moan. It’s over before Kyle can even register what happened.
“Why did you?” Kyle says in a whisper, afraid that anything louder will somehow make it all disappear.
“I thought that would be kind of obvious.” David bites his lip, moves even closer, one hand threaded through Kyle’s hair and the other rubbing soothingly up and down his thigh. “But if you need me to say it, I will. I’ve been told I’m pretty good with words.”
“That was cheesy,” Kyle points out, unable to stop himself from smiling a little. His heart is thumping against his chest, his stomach twisted in knots, caught somewhere between giddy excitement and utter confusion.
“I’ve been told I can be pretty cheesy too.” David kisses his neck then, and Kyle feels the rasp of his beard more than anything. He’s not going to lie, he’s thought about this before, what it would be like to feel that beard against his skin. He just never thought he would actually get the chance to find out. “I could buy you roses. Or dedicate a song to you. Or maybe wax poetic over the shape of your hands.” With each phrase he places another kiss on Kyle’s neck, the side of his face, his temple.
“Or you could just kiss me?” Kyle finally says. His voice is shaking, and he can’t quite bring himself to reach out, touch Cook the way he wants to.
“I could do that,” David replies. This kiss is different, longer, wetter, and this time Kyle remembers to deepen it, to make sure David can’t pull away.
Kyle knows they have a lot to talk about. What this all means; for them, for the band, for his kid. But he pushes it to the back of his mind, instead concentrating on the rise and fall of David’s breath each time their lips meet.