Not Alone (1/1)
Title: Not Alone
Author: wakingnitemarex
Rating: M (Mature)
Disclaimer: Not real to the very best of my knowledge. Also not something that I wish to be a reality. Not for profit.
Warnings: Deals with mature subject matter (rape), so if that's not your cup of tea, kindly ignore this post and go about you business.
Pairings: Cookstro; Simon/Jason
Author's Notes: This was written for the American Idol Porn Meme. The prompt was jason castro is raped and david cook is there to comfort him. Cookstro hurt/comfort? That is my element, guys. You know I had to write it. I hope this doesn't too closely resemble my fic Safe, I tried to make them as different as possible even though they're on a very similar plot. I wrote this intending for it to take place after the Neil Diamond week performances, though, I don't think it matters all that much. The dialogue at the very begining kinda fails, though. Sorry. I'm not sure if I like this or not, but hopefully you guys enjoy it? ^^;
"Anyone seen Jason?", David asks, looking around but still not spotting the dreadhead.
Syesha just shrugs, "Nope, sorry Dave. Last I saw of him was, I dunno, five minutes or so after we went off air."
"Yeah, same," adds the younger David, "I think he mentioned something about needing to pee?"
David checks his watch - that was nearly 30 minutes ago. Weird, it's not like Jason to run off without telling someone first. "Okay, well, I think I'm gonna go look for him then.. Later, guys."
He decides to check near the washrooms, though he really doesn't expect Jason to still be there. It's somewhere to start, though, right?
The hall's pretty much empty, aside from Simon, but they don't stop to talk to each other and David doesn't give the smirk on the Brit's face any thought.
David pushes open the door to the washroom and peeks inside. The site he's met with confuses him and he opens the door wider, slipping inside quickly before shutting the door behind him. Jason is standing - well, leaning - against the wall, his shirt off and hands shaking as he tries to do his pants back up. His cheeks are streaked with tears and there's a fearful yet empty look in his eyes.
"Jason?", David asks softly and the younger man jumps at the sound of his voice. He walks over to him, gently wiping away some of his tears. "What's going on? What happened?"
Jason is silent for a long moment before hanging his head and letting a sob break from his throat. He weakly attempts to pull away when David's arms wrap around him and he cries harder.
David holds him until he stops struggling and then keeps holding him as he cries. "Shh," he sooths softly as he rubs the younger man's back. "Talk to me, Eyelashes. What's going on?"
He shakes his head. "I c-can't."
"Can't what, Jase?", he asks, "Can't tell me?" Jason nods and David gently tilts his face upwards, looking into his eyes. "Yes, you can. Please, let me help you."
Jason shakes his head again, pushing David away half-heartidly. "He'll d-do it again.. if I tell.."
David's brow furrows slight at that. "Who, Jason? And what exactly did they do?" The younger man's response of 'Simon' is so soft that David almost doesn't hear it. He freezes for a moment before demanding, "What did Simon do to you?"
Jason turns his gaze away and falls silent, his bottom lip trembling.
"Jason.. tell me. Please." He gently wipes away Jason's tears again. "Please - you can tell me. Whatever it was, I'll make sure he doesn't do it again."
Jason keeps his gaze determinedly away, he doesn't want to look David in the eyes as he admits this. His voice is quite when he talks, almost like he's forcing the words to come out. "He raped me."
David is silent for a long moment, eyes wide with shock. Sure, he'd considered that option, but he hadn't really expected it to be the case. The shock in his eyes soon fades into anger and he takes a step towards the door. "I'll fucking kill that bastard!"
The dreadhead clings to him when he goes to pull away. "No!" He hesitates, "I.. just. Please don't go."
The pleading tone of Jason's voice breaks David's heart and he nods, arms wrapping back around his roommate's small body. "Okay." Jason's right, Simon can wait, his friend needs him now. He strokes Jason's hair lightly as he cries against David's shoulder. "Hey, Eyelashes? Whatever he told you.. this isn't your fault at all. Okay?" He holds him for a while longer before going to get Jason's shirt and helping him to put it back on. He offers the younger man a weak smile. "I'll help you through this, I promise."
Jason keeps his gaze down in shame, quietly replying with a 'thank you'. Absentmindedly. he rubs at his arm, not sure what else to say.
"You're gonna be okay, Jase." He gives him a sad smile before putting his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Now let's get you home, okay?"
He nods, "Yeah, okay.."
David sighs softly, he really hates seeing Jason like this but he knows that there's really not much that he can do right now to bring back that smile he adores so much. He honestly wants to beat the crap out of Simon for doing this to Jason, to anyone, really, but especially Jason. No one deserves to be treated like that.
The two of them get a drive back to the apartments and they immediately go upstairs to the room that they share. Jason doesn't feel like socializing with the others tonight and David has no plans to force him into doing so. Instead Jason crawls into his bed, that empty look still in his eyes and he takes David's hand, pulling him down as well. He can't really explain it, but he feels safe with David around, and right now, he desperately wants to feel safe.
"Stay with me?"
David looks mildly surprised by the request, but he agrees, climbing onto the bed and stretching out next to Jason. The younger man rolls over to face him, curling against him slightly. "Thanks."
"Anytime, Jase." He rubs Jason's back as the other man drifts off to sleep, watching over him for a long while before letting sleep overcome him as well.
Author: wakingnitemarex
Rating: M (Mature)
Disclaimer: Not real to the very best of my knowledge. Also not something that I wish to be a reality. Not for profit.
Warnings: Deals with mature subject matter (rape), so if that's not your cup of tea, kindly ignore this post and go about you business.
Pairings: Cookstro; Simon/Jason
Author's Notes: This was written for the American Idol Porn Meme. The prompt was jason castro is raped and david cook is there to comfort him. Cookstro hurt/comfort? That is my element, guys. You know I had to write it. I hope this doesn't too closely resemble my fic Safe, I tried to make them as different as possible even though they're on a very similar plot. I wrote this intending for it to take place after the Neil Diamond week performances, though, I don't think it matters all that much. The dialogue at the very begining kinda fails, though. Sorry. I'm not sure if I like this or not, but hopefully you guys enjoy it? ^^;
"Anyone seen Jason?", David asks, looking around but still not spotting the dreadhead.
Syesha just shrugs, "Nope, sorry Dave. Last I saw of him was, I dunno, five minutes or so after we went off air."
"Yeah, same," adds the younger David, "I think he mentioned something about needing to pee?"
David checks his watch - that was nearly 30 minutes ago. Weird, it's not like Jason to run off without telling someone first. "Okay, well, I think I'm gonna go look for him then.. Later, guys."
He decides to check near the washrooms, though he really doesn't expect Jason to still be there. It's somewhere to start, though, right?
The hall's pretty much empty, aside from Simon, but they don't stop to talk to each other and David doesn't give the smirk on the Brit's face any thought.
David pushes open the door to the washroom and peeks inside. The site he's met with confuses him and he opens the door wider, slipping inside quickly before shutting the door behind him. Jason is standing - well, leaning - against the wall, his shirt off and hands shaking as he tries to do his pants back up. His cheeks are streaked with tears and there's a fearful yet empty look in his eyes.
"Jason?", David asks softly and the younger man jumps at the sound of his voice. He walks over to him, gently wiping away some of his tears. "What's going on? What happened?"
Jason is silent for a long moment before hanging his head and letting a sob break from his throat. He weakly attempts to pull away when David's arms wrap around him and he cries harder.
David holds him until he stops struggling and then keeps holding him as he cries. "Shh," he sooths softly as he rubs the younger man's back. "Talk to me, Eyelashes. What's going on?"
He shakes his head. "I c-can't."
"Can't what, Jase?", he asks, "Can't tell me?" Jason nods and David gently tilts his face upwards, looking into his eyes. "Yes, you can. Please, let me help you."
Jason shakes his head again, pushing David away half-heartidly. "He'll d-do it again.. if I tell.."
David's brow furrows slight at that. "Who, Jason? And what exactly did they do?" The younger man's response of 'Simon' is so soft that David almost doesn't hear it. He freezes for a moment before demanding, "What did Simon do to you?"
Jason turns his gaze away and falls silent, his bottom lip trembling.
"Jason.. tell me. Please." He gently wipes away Jason's tears again. "Please - you can tell me. Whatever it was, I'll make sure he doesn't do it again."
Jason keeps his gaze determinedly away, he doesn't want to look David in the eyes as he admits this. His voice is quite when he talks, almost like he's forcing the words to come out. "He raped me."
David is silent for a long moment, eyes wide with shock. Sure, he'd considered that option, but he hadn't really expected it to be the case. The shock in his eyes soon fades into anger and he takes a step towards the door. "I'll fucking kill that bastard!"
The dreadhead clings to him when he goes to pull away. "No!" He hesitates, "I.. just. Please don't go."
The pleading tone of Jason's voice breaks David's heart and he nods, arms wrapping back around his roommate's small body. "Okay." Jason's right, Simon can wait, his friend needs him now. He strokes Jason's hair lightly as he cries against David's shoulder. "Hey, Eyelashes? Whatever he told you.. this isn't your fault at all. Okay?" He holds him for a while longer before going to get Jason's shirt and helping him to put it back on. He offers the younger man a weak smile. "I'll help you through this, I promise."
Jason keeps his gaze down in shame, quietly replying with a 'thank you'. Absentmindedly. he rubs at his arm, not sure what else to say.
"You're gonna be okay, Jase." He gives him a sad smile before putting his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Now let's get you home, okay?"
He nods, "Yeah, okay.."
David sighs softly, he really hates seeing Jason like this but he knows that there's really not much that he can do right now to bring back that smile he adores so much. He honestly wants to beat the crap out of Simon for doing this to Jason, to anyone, really, but especially Jason. No one deserves to be treated like that.
The two of them get a drive back to the apartments and they immediately go upstairs to the room that they share. Jason doesn't feel like socializing with the others tonight and David has no plans to force him into doing so. Instead Jason crawls into his bed, that empty look still in his eyes and he takes David's hand, pulling him down as well. He can't really explain it, but he feels safe with David around, and right now, he desperately wants to feel safe.
"Stay with me?"
David looks mildly surprised by the request, but he agrees, climbing onto the bed and stretching out next to Jason. The younger man rolls over to face him, curling against him slightly. "Thanks."
"Anytime, Jase." He rubs Jason's back as the other man drifts off to sleep, watching over him for a long while before letting sleep overcome him as well.