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American Idol Fic: You Can't Always Get What You Want 1/10
TITLE: You Can’t Always Get What You Want
AUTHOR: Mari
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Wild-ass AU in which Michael never auditioned for AI S7. Bears absolutely no relationship to reality. Sequel to Black Bird Singing. Without reading that first, you’re not likely to have any clue what’s going on here.
DISCLAIMERS: No, really, did I mention wild-ass AU? Not a jot of this is real.
PAIRING: Michael Johns/David Cook.
SUMMARY: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.



David had a catalogue of all of the sounds that Michael made when they were in bed together. He wasn’t loud ordinarily, and that made everything a competition to David, to see how thoroughly he could undo that self-control and draw a cry from Michael’s lips. He moaned when David’s mouth was on his cock, and he whispered David’s name when they were rubbing against one another, the lightest and softest of sounds that still made David’s entire body tingle, and he cried out hoarsely towards the ceiling when David was inside of him. David knew all of these intimate noises of pleasure and loved them, loved pulling them forth from Michael’s throat when even these days it seemed that getting Michael to actually talk was like preparing for a battle.

David touched his lips to the soft, sensitive patch of skin behind Michael’s ear and felt him jump. “Jesus, David,” Michael managed as he tried to bring his hands up to tangle through David’s hair, guide the movement. David slapped them away. He listened to the sound of the rain beating against his roof above their heads, and against the bedroom window whenever the wind angled it just right; it was the rainy season, the closest thing to legitimate winter that Los Angeles ever actually had. He listened to the sound of Michael’s breathing beneath him. It grew faster whenever David was doing something particularly right, and also when Michael was growing frustrated with him. David had learned that he enjoyed the latter nearly as much as the former; it was a way to gauge how much Michael wanted him. Right now, Michael wanted him a hell of a lot.

“Shhh,” David murmured against Michael’s ear as he pushed Michael’s hands down to rest by his waist one more time. He was nearly laughing, and he did not have to raise his head to know that Michael was fixing him with an irritated glare. He made up for it by flicking his tongue against the skin of Michael’s neck, tasted the salt. “Call it a trust exercise.”

“You’re kind of an asshole.” Michael actually sounded sulky. David loved it. He loved that they could be like this together in a bed, light and almost playful. It had taken months to get to this point of ease with one another. It had taken nearly that long to be able to make love to one another face to face.

“I’m okay with that.” David released Michael’s wrists and listened to Michael’s indrawn hiss of air as he decided, all right, fine, he would do as David asked for now. David paid a little more attention to Michael’s neck just so that he could feel his body quiver and jump with the urge to keep still as he imagined what it would be like to be in Michael’s place, ordered to be still while Michael was given free rein to ravage every responsive inch of him. David already had precious little blood choosing to remain in his brain rather than in his cock, and that thought didn’t help. He made a small moaning sound before he could help himself and felt even more tension pooling in the base of his cock and in his balls. Michael was not the the only one at the moment who was battling with his self-control.

David bit and sucked at Michael’s neck long enough to ensure that Michael would not be wearing a tee shirt the next morning unless he wanted the previous night’s activities advertised for all the world to see before he moved downwards, slowly, at a pace that was nearly as tortuous to him as it was to Michael himself. He traveled through the sparse covering of chest hair so that he could take one of Michael’s nipples into his mouth and lave it with his tongue until it was standing at attention in his mouth and he could feel Michael’s hips quivering with tension beneath him. Their cocks brushed against each other whenever David made a careless movement, and every time that they did so, Michael was sure to let him know with a carelessly bitten-back moan or a garbled curse that died in his throat before it got the chance to emerge into the bedroom air.

Before this was over, David swore to himself, he was going to hear the full range of Michael’s voice.

The bedroom smelled of sex and male as David took his slow, leisurely way down Michael’s torso and towards his sex, putting his hand against Michael’s hip every now and again when it proved to be too much for Michael and his hips surged upwards again entirely on their own. David took his time in spite of Michael’s obvious urgency and the pressure in David’s own balls that was nearly driving him insane, pausing every now and again to make soft shushing noises even though he could feel Michael glaring at the top of his head every time that he did so. It did not matter that he had been over Michael’s body so many times by now and knew every inch of it, and all of the ways that he could bring pleasure to it; David wanted to go over all of those separate inches again. Michael was a tall man, and a solid one. He had gained muscle since David had first met him. David knew that this was because, without drink taking up so many of his daily calories, Michael was simply eating better, but they didn’t talk about that very often. He had a broad chest and a flat belly with just the first hint of his abdominal muscles rising to the surface beneath his skin, and it was these that David made sure that he made special attention to on his slow journey south. He crept lower and lower, until his lips were just brushing against the wiry thatch of Michael’s pubic hair. Michael gasped and flexed his hands hard through the bedsheets in order to keep himself from clutching at David’s hair again. By raising his head, David could see the glitter of Michael’s gaze from beneath his lowered lids. They had kept a bedside light on, too, because they wanted to see each other.

“Patience,” David reminded Michael. He could hear laughter rising up in his voice and did not try to hide it.

“We both ought to know by now that I’m not a saint,” Michael gritted out. He shifted and squirmed, pushing the cock that David had been resolutely ignoring up to that point that much closer to David’s face. Michael was so hard that it must surely be verging on agony for him now, a gleaming drop of precome on his tip. Oh, and David was supposed to be the bastard here; David looked at Michael’s cock and then at Michael’s face and the lower lip that had already been rendered full and swollen by the kissing that they had done earlier and thought that he was the one getting the raw deal, here. He wanted nothing else than to wrap his lips around Michael’s cock and suck him until he was so undone that any thought of keeping his hips pinned down to the bed had long since fled from his mind and from David’s, too, and Michael was crying out towards the ceiling as he fucked David’s mouth.

It was with this in mind that David decided that avoiding Michael’s cock altogether was the best idea for now. He darted his tongue out only long enough to take that first drop of salty-bitter precome away and listen to Michael swear above him when it became clear that that was all that David intended to do. He kissed each of Michael’s inner thighs instead as he placed his hands against them and spread Michael open, exposing him for David’s attention. Michael was all too ready for it; he made an eager sound from the back of his throat as his puckered entrance was bared to David’s view. David swallowed hard.

“Yeah, I think that patience might have been an overstated goal,” he managed.

“I am so glad that one of us was paying attention,” Michael growled at him. David glanced up and watched as Michael threw his head back amongst the pillows. David could watch his Adam’s apple working up and down and see the way that Michael’s chest was hitching up and down with every ragged breath that he took. “God, David, I need, I need--”

“Yeah.” It was not going to be long before David had run to the end of his endurance, too. He left the bed only long enough to retrieve the container of lube and squeeze a liberal amount across his fingers before he pushed Michael’s thighs up further towards his torso. Michael gasped as David’s fingers entered him and slicked him to make him ready for him; he surged his hips back down and onto David’s hand. Oh, God, David realized, he could stay like this and Michael might actually fuck himself on David’s fingers until he came. Shit, David might even set up a camera.

Focus, he reminded himself, and drew a ragged breath. David spread more lube across his own member before he pushed Michael’s legs up towards his shoulders and knelt with his cock positioned at Michael’s entrance. Michael was slicked and so clearly waiting for and wanting him, if the desperate purple color of his cock and the way that his dark brown eyes were swimming with pupil was anything to go by. He shivered once and then shifted his head back against the pillows again, as if starting into David’s eyes for any length of time was more than he could handle. David knew what it was like to want someone so much that even their gaze could be too much to handle. He was feeling it right then and there.

David kissed lightly at the skin just inside Michael’s knee and felt him shiver one final time before he pushed Michael’s legs up even closer towards his head and slid inside of him. Their sounds of lust mingled rose towards the ceiling and twined around each other.

Even liberally slicked up with lube and stretched by David’s fingers beforehand, Michael’s entrance was still warm and tight. David paused without moving for several seconds so that Michael could get used to the feel of David inside of him and so that David could be sure that he was not going to come then and there before they had even done anything. He waited; Michael could not remain with his eyes stubbornly shut forever. Eventually, he had to open them, and David saw there some of the most naked and beautiful wanting that he had ever witnessed in his life. The angle was too awkward to allow for a comfortable kiss, but David still cupped Michael’s face in his hand and watched the way that Michael turned into the gesture without being able to help himself. They were yards of overheated skin pressed against each other as David began to thrust slowly in and out of Michael’s body, keeping his eyes on Michael’s face the entire time. Michael’s swollen, purple cock bobbed towards his belly with every movement that they made together, and his breath was a rasping hitch in his throat. Michael grabbed hard at David’s ass with one hand while the other fastened about his own member and began tugging at it furiously. The sight of Michael desperately masturbating himself in time to David’s thrusts in and out of that tight, responsive ass was almost more than David could take as the pressure built in his balls and his cock felt as if it was growing more swollen inside of Michael by the second.

“Come here,” David said hoarsely, not caring any longer if the angle was going to be uncomfortable for the both of them. It was a million times more uncomfortable, surely, for the both of them to remain apart. He grabbed at the back of Michael’s neck and dragged his head up; Michael came willingly. Their mouths met so hard that their teeth clacked against each other; David felt Michael’s tongue entering his mouth and then sweeping across every inch of him as if he meant to memorize it. It was not the first time that Michael had kissed him like that, like he was sure that it was going to be the last, and while David had his own dark suspicions as to what the fear riding behind those meetings might be, he had never quite been able to bring himself to ask. He did his best to reassure Michael with his own kiss instead, slow, deep, making sure Michael knew with every second that their bodies were tangled against each other that this was an exploration that David intended to keep carrying out for as long as Michael would let him.

And, like that, a knot of tension that Michael had been hoarding against the base of his spine since the night had begun abruptly came undone. He threw his head back, let out that hoarse cry towards the plaster that David had been waiting for, and pushed his ass back hard against every one of David’s thrusts deep inside of him. “David,” he began whispering. “David, David, David, please, you gotta do it harder--”

“You’re so beautiful,” David answered him, because it was true. Lust had flushed Michael’s entire upper body with blood and his cock was leaking from its tip again. He was pulling his own lower lip between his teeth in order to try to keep as much of his own noises to himself as he possible could. He was not doing a very good job; David was glad that he did not have any neighbors near enough to hear. “Do you have any idea the things that you make me want to do?” And that was all that he had the speech for, as the rest of his words were torn loose from his throat on a strangled gasp that was completely devoid of anything resembling dignity. There was no part of David left to care.

He put his hand on Michael’s cock over Michael’s own and began to pump up and down in time with Michael’s own movement. With the feel of even more of David’s skin touching his own, Michael’s movements slowed, and he opened his eyes again so that he and David were staring at each other. David could get lost in those eyes; the fact that he was living out a cliche did nothing to stop the intensity of it. David kept pushing his cock in and out of Michael’s so responsive body, pulling out until only the tip remained each time until he obeyed Michael’s request and slammed back into him hard enough to make the both of them shudder, and they never broke eye contact with each other the entire while. David did not understand why Michael had been so reticent to make love like this, face to face, at first; watching Michael’s eyes as the desire overtook him was one of the sexiest things that David had ever beheld in his life.

He pushed into Michael again, felt and heard Michael gasp, felt the tension gathering in his own balls and cock, his orgasm rushing down the pike towards him. Michael’s breathing was a heavy pant in his chest, and he moved in time with David. He tried to close his eyes and tilt his head back every few seconds, but immediately afterwards would open them so that he could lock gazes with David once more. David tightened his grip upon Michael’s cock and increased the speed of his attentions until he heard Michael start to gasp and beg, please, oh, please, do it like that, yes, just like that. His back arched up from the bed in a full-body shudder as he came across his own belly and both of their hands. Michael sank back to the mattress, his eyes glazed over with sex and his lips still parted, wanton. He met David’s eyes again. David saw how much he was wanted there, and it staggered him.

It was that look which pushed David over the edge. He thrust himself into Michael’s ass one final time and felt his balls contract as he came and spilled himself into Michael’s opening. David heard himself babbling a series of nonsense syllables mixed with endearments as he gripped at Michael’s ass to pull him closer, ran his hand up and down Michael’s thigh. It had next to nothing to do with desire, any longer; he wanted to touch as much of Michael’s skin as he possibly could and wonder if Michael enjoyed the contact as much as David himself did.

Michael reached out and twined his fingers around David’s own before David could touch him for more than a few seconds. David hesitated, but Michael did not pull him away, as he usually did. He continued to hold David’s hand while they went about the arduous task of untangling their limbs from one another and settling back down side by side. Michael hooked one of his legs about David’s thighs in order to draw him closer while David drew patterns across Michael’s sweaty back with the tips of his fingers. He thought that he liked the moments like this almost more than he liked the sex itself, when they were both sated and comfortable, not quite to the point where they could sleep. He brushed his lips across Michael’s temple and tasted the sweat that had gathered there while Michael pushed his face against the place where David’s neck and shoulder joined. Michael was unusually demonstrative tonight; David was not entirely sure what to make of that.

Neither was he sure what to make of it when he heard Michael whisper in a voice so low that David was half-convinced Michael did not intend for him to hear at all, “I love you.”

David paused in the patterns that he was tracing across Michael’s back and shoulders and felt Michael tense against him, just slightly. Waiting for an answer. “I love you, too,” David said. He waited for Michael to relax again and, when that did not happen, he continued listening to the pattern of the rain falling on the roof until they both fell asleep.

End Part One

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