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American Idol Fic: Three Months and I'm Still Standing Here
TITLE: Three Months and I’m Still Standing Here
AUTHOR: Mari
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: None of this is real.
PAIRING: Michael Johns/David Cook
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Takes place after “When the Dawn Cracks”



“So.” Michael paused and took a good, long look at the scorch marks that now extended above his stove as he set the fire extinguisher to the side. Behind him, he could hear David getting down off of the chair that he had used so that he could climb up and thump the smoke detector into submission. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Julia Childs do that.”

“I said that I would cook,” David said as he came up behind Michael. His hand pressed briefly against the small of Michael’s back; it was all that Michael could do not to lean back against the contact. “I didn’t say that it would be good.”

“No,” Michael corrected. “See, what you did doesn’t even count as cooking, let alone bad cooking. If it did, then arsonists would be allowed to call themselves chefs.”

David made a face at him and poked tentatively at the pot that was left behind on the stove, blackened beyond any hope of repair. As what had been cooking in it didn’t look as if it had been going too well to begin with, Michael could not say that he was just eaten up with grief. “I’ll help you repaint your wall.”

“Easy, rock star, I can handle it.” David looked up at him, and Michael already knew that he was wondering why Michael was rebuffing such a justified offer of aid, given that David had caused the mess in the first place. Because there’s enough in my life that I can’t handle, let me take care of the stuff that I actually can. “In the meantime, I have plenty of takeout menus.”

The speculative shadows fell of of David’s face in favor of that slow, curling smile that Michael already loved to see. “Lo mein would have been out of my league, anyway.”

They ate Chinese and had a good-natured tussle over what they were going to watch on television, tennis or baseball--”Chance to watch the Yankees get their asses kicked, are you kidding me!” David had yelped--and then wound up drawing a compromise when David discovered that Meerkat Manor was playing on the Discovery Channel. Michael had a feeling that he had somehow been tricked into that agreement, though he could not say how. Leaning up against David’s shoulder and watching as small animals that looked as if they didn’t know whether to be rodents or strange puppies cavorted and squabbled amongst themselves seemed like a fair trade off once he settled into it, though, especially when David put his arm around him and began tracing idle patterns against Michael’s upper arm. His fingers were warm whenever they dipped below Michael’s tee shirt and onto bare skin. Michael thought a few fleeting, and a few times not so fleeting, about how much good Chinese food was enhanced by cold beer, but he contained them, pushed them to the side. He wasn’t going to allow those thoughts any place to roam and take root until David was gone for the night.

It shouldn’t be like this, Michael thought as he realized that things were easy and comfortable, and could be like that from that point forward if he managed not to fuck anything else up. It shouldn’t be so...good. He didn’t deserve for it to be this good.

“I can feel it when you tense up,” David said. His voice was neutral, his eyes were still fixed on the tan and black animals cavorting on the screen.

“Sorry,” Michael said, and shifted so that he could kiss the side of David’s neck.

“Nothing to apologize for, I was just making a comment,” David said. A faint blush crawled up his cheeks when Michael shifted so that he could look at him. “Okay, so maybe a slightly passive-aggressive comment--”

“Slightly,” Michael said, even though if there was anyone who had grounds to be testy in this relationship, ever, it wasn’t going to him for...again, ever. “It’s okay.” He kissed David’s neck again. “I’m sorry I’m so high-maintenance.”

David looked at him for a long moment and then kissed him on the mouth, using that intensity that he got about him so that he could take Michael’s breath away, make his skin hot, make his pulse the loudest sound in the world. “You don’t have to apologize for that,” he said. “You’ve been through some shit, is all.” They were going to have a whole slew of euphemisms for Michael’s drinking problem, he could already tell. Since he had managed all of one AA meeting that had involved him actually going inside, rather than sitting out in the parking lot until ultimately he had to bolt back to his apartment with his tail between his legs, and that one hadn’t involved actually saying anything, Michael couldn’t say that he actually blamed him.

They kept kissing, and when they took an interlude Michael said, “I’m not breakable.” Even though they both ought to know how very much that was untrue; he didn’t want David treating him like he was glass.

“I didn’t say that you were.” David kissed him again. He was bad like that. “Just human.”

From where Michael was standing, human didn’t have a whole hell of a lot going for it, but he had David warm and willing beside him on his couch, and that could still make up for a lot. Michael shifted, pushed David further back amongst the cushions and listened to the remote that he had allowed David to hold as it slid from his hand and hit the floor. It didn’t take much for Michael to realize that David was a control freak. He didn’t, however, at this moment mind. David made a sound against Michael’s life that wasn’t surprise, because they had been doing this little dance ever since David had picked up the phone to give him a second chance. Michael thought that it was pure lust, and that was better than any porn that Michael possibly could have watched. He shifted until he had David more fully sprawled out beneath him and shifted his knee between David’s thighs. When he brushed against David’s growing erection, David nearly came all of the way off of the couch.

David’s skin beneath Michael’s hands was making Michael feel like a horny teenager in the backseat of his first car again. He pushed his hands beneath David’s shirt and flicked one of his thumbs at David’s nipple, felt it harden. David bit at Michael’s lower lip and then kissed the tiny hurt when Michael jumped. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“I liked it,” Michael murmured back.

David broke off and then leaned back further among the cushions so that he could look Michael in the eye. “You have just guaranteed that we are not making it to the bedroom,” he informed Michael solemnly. “If you’re very lucky, we might manage the floor.”

“It’s hardwood, it can handle it,” Michael said back against David’s mouth. David made a strangled sound; Michael interpreted it to mean that even the floor was going to be too far a commute at this point. David began tugging at Michael’s belt and, when he finally had it open, grasped Michael’s half-erect cock within his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the tip; Michael gasped and felt himself becoming fully erect within seconds. “Like last time?” he asked. This couch hadn’t been properly broken in yet, and the thought of doing so here was Michael’s own personal guarantee that he was not going to be leaving it until orgasms were had by all.

“Naw,” David said. He kissed Michael beneath his ear and then bit the skin hard enough to leave a mark. “I wanna feel your mouth on me.”

That...was simultaneously one of the sexiest and most intimidating things that Michael had ever heard. “I assume that you’ve gotten a blowjob before,” he said.

David snorted. “Yeah, received and given,” he answered. “Why?”

“Because I’ve only done one of those things.”

“Holy shit.” David pushed Michael back far enough so that he could sit up. “You’re fucking with me.”

It was all that Michael could do not to roll his eyes. “You don’t have to act like I told you that I’m a total virgin,” he said.

“If you had done that, I would have called you a liar to your face,” David said. He gestured down the length of Michael’s body, his color standing high in his face. “Since you’re, you know...walking around all like that. I just guessed that you had been with men before. You didn’t do any of the usual freak-outs when we were together the last time.”

And now it was Michael’s turn to feel the blood rising high up his neck and then into his face, making the tips of his ears burn. “Kissing isn’t that complicated from one gender to the other,” he said. “And everything else, you kinda took the lead on.”

“Wow,” David said. He looked flabbergasted. He also looked incredibly turned on. “So I’m your first on all of this?”

“I’m not your prom date,” Michael said, and shoved at David’s shoulder. David grinned and caught at his hand. The way that this fingers felt caressing the underside of Michael’s wrist were guaranteeing that Michael did not intend to move from this couch until he had felt David’s hand on his cock. “Stop acting like I’m going to need you to stroke my hair afterwards.”

David’s grin got wider. “No, I like it,” he said, and slid down from the couch, down to his knees in front of Michael. “So I guess I get to teach by example.”

“God Almighty,” Michael said when he had managed to find his voice again. It took him several seconds; there was no possible way to exaggerate how devastating David looked like that, on his knees between Michael’s spread thighs. “You have no idea the kinds of thoughts that you’re sending through my head right now.”

David quirked his mouth at him. “Yeah, I do.” He unzipped Michael’s jeans and released Michael’s cock into his hand. “It’s easy,” he said to Michael in a low, rumbling voice that made Michael twitch in his hand. “Just do what you like when someone does it to you.” He lowered his head, took Michael into his mouth, and Michael sucked in his breath hard as his world exploded. David flicked his tongue across the head of Michael’s cock before he took Michael all the way to the base, making sparks dance across the insides of Michael’s eyes, and David was out of his fucking mind if he thought that Michael could do that to him just because he liked it this goddamned much when David was the one putting on the show. Michael made a gasping noise when David let Michael’s cock slip almost entirely from his mouth before he took him to the base again and began licking and sucking at Michael like he was just absolutely the greatest thing that David had ever had in his mouth in his entire life. Michael dug his fingers into his couch and struggled hard to keep his hips from lunging straight up and into David’s mouth. He put his hand on the back of David’s neck to keep him from pulling away, like David was even thinking of doing that, with the sounds that he was making, with the way that he kept swirling his tongue along the vein at the underside of Michael’s cock.

“Oh, my God, don’t you dare ever stop,” Michael moaned. He didn’t care if he was losing control, he didn’t care that he sounded needy and undone, David was the hottest fucking human being that Michael had ever encountered in his entire life and Michael never wanted to let him go. Michael gripped his couch until he was on the verge of ripping the fabric so that he wouldn’t put bruises on David’s neck and focused hard on not just giving in and fucking David’s mouth until he came.

He didn’t give himself much time for temptation, anyway. David was hardly working on him for a minute longer before Michael felt himself starting to tighten, starting to slide, and then he was coming so hard into David’s mouth that he shuddered all over without being able to control it. Michael dragged in air in a ragged, open-mouthed gasp and tried without success to get his heart rate back under his control.

David leaned back onto his heels and dragged his hand across his mouth. His eyes were a little glazed, like he was the one who had just had a mind-blowing orgasm and not Michael himself. “You have no idea how sexy you look like that,” David informed Michael. He raked his eyes across Michael’s body like he needed to memorize him, just in case this moment never happened again; Michael needed the reminder.

“I’m the one who looks sexy?” Michael managed, finally getting his breath back enough to allow for speech. His voice was ragged, low. He thought that he sounded a little bit like a porn star.

Maybe more than a little. David took a deep breath that whistled as Michael put himself away again and nodded. “More than you have any idea.” He got back up and onto the couch with Michael; it was clear from the front of his jeans that he was fully erect, as if the way that he was looking at Michael alone was not enough to tell Michael how much he was wanted.

“How do I do what you just did?” Michael asked. Maybe the whole thing was moving way too fast, maybe he was going to fuck this up royally, all over again, before it was over, but he was going to enjoy the ride.

You have a way of doing that, don’t you, bro? And consequences can always wait until you have a chance to pick them up again.

Maybe that interior voice really was his conscience, too. This didn’t stop Michael from wishing that it would just shut the fuck up.

David’s eyes were all pupil. He swallowed hard, and Michael watched the movement of his throat. “Like I said,” David replied. “Just do what you like best. I’ll guide you around everything else.”

Michael nodded and freed David’s cock from his jeans. He was big, but Michael already knew that, from the last time that they had been on a couch together. It took on a slightly different significance now, while Michael was thinking of how David had managed to take Michael’s entire cock into his mouth as if he had no gag reflex at all. David put his hand against the back of Michael’s neck and stroked the place where Michael’s hair began as Michael slid down from the couch and onto his knees in front of him. David’s thighs parted automatically.

“You have no idea how much enthusiasm counts for,” David said to Michael. Michael wondered if his pupils were as dilated as David’s own, because the idea of driving David into an insensate mess like David had done for him? It didn’t matter that he was over thirty and those horny teenaged days were long behind him; Michael was starting to think that it would not be long before he was ready for another round. He leaned forward and took David into his mouth. It felt strange and tasted stranger, a little bitter with the clear liquid that was already leaking from the tip. The skin was soft and belied how hard David himself was. This is what he feels when he sucks me off, Michael told himself, and felt the beginnings of tension starting in his own sex again in spite of his uncertainty. David said his name in a soft tone that was almost surprised, almost reverent, and that destroyed all of Michael’s doubts in one smooth go.

He couldn’t take David in nearly as far as David had been able to take him, of that he realized right away. It didn’t seem to matter, David still said his name again in that ragged tone as Michael ran his tongue across the head of David’s cock in the way that David had done for him and that had nearly made Michael come out of his skin then and there. The result was encouraging, so Michael did it again. It tasted strange and felt stranger, still, and there were moments when he tried to take David in too deeply and his gag reflex became nearly overwhelming, but David would flex his hands through Michael’s hair each time and hiss out endearments that didn’t even come close to being true.

“Mike,” David nearly growled. “Michael, you have no idea--” And then he made a noise from low in his throat that definitely made Michael sure that he was going to be up for another round before too much longer. Growing bolder, he wrapped his lips around the head of David’s cock and sucked, encouraged by the way that David’s hips leapt up from the couch to meet him. The slightly bitter taste of precome at the tip had thrown him in the first few seconds, but he found that he was getting used to it quickly, and to the feeling of having a particularly delicate part of another man in his mouth at all. David above him helped, whispering words of encouragement, endearments that Michael had never thought to hear coming from David again, calling Michael the sexiest person that he had ever seen in his life, calling him--

Michael listened to David’s voice and thought that David was only a few steps away from actually professing love to him. He wouldn’t be the first person to do so in the throes of passion, and Michael couldn’t say that he wouldn’t be able to shrug it off, but for the first--fourth date it was maybe a little much. David cupped Michael’s face and called him beautiful again before he came into Michael’s mouth. Michael put his hand against David’s thigh so that he would not lose his balance and, with nothing else to do with the salty semen that had suddenly filled his mouth, swallowed. He coughed a little, and raised his head to meet David suddenly kissing him so hard that Michael thought he was trying out for the cover of a romance novel.

“That was amazing,” David whispered to him.

Michael laughed a little. “Even for a rank amateur?”

“That part was hotter than you realize.” David kissed the side of Michael’s mouth and then pulled him down more fully on top of him on the couch. David was a cuddler by nature; they hadn’t had time to realize that, last time around. Michael couldn’t remember the last time that he had been around someone long enough, or someone that he liked enough, to stick around after the orgasms were fading.

“You want to spend the night?” Michael whispered to David as they shifted around to make room for each other.

David stopped wiggling and looked Michael in the eye. Michael wished that he could get used to the way that David did that. “I don’t think that we’re ready for that just yet, cowboy,” he said, and even knowing that David was right didn’t stop Michael’s heart from finding a newer, lower place to rest. David shifted again; their bodies fit well together. “But there’s no reason to go anywhere just yet.”

End