Word Count: 6363
Summary: After coming out of the closet to his friends in Canada and getting disowned by them, Pierre Bouvier moves to a hick town in the states to escape. Life is dull and grim for the twenty-one year old Canadian until he meets David Desrosiers, a young man who could change it all for the better.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: Um... hi! :D
“God, how the hell did they do that?” David asked, his voice full of wonder as he stared avidly at the music video playing on Pierre’s small laptop. Pierre glanced over at David, who was sitting next to him on the couch in his arms, and smiled sweetly. It had been just over a month since Troy had put David in the hospital and things were going great for the two. Though David had kept his promise about sleeping at home more regularly, it still seemed as if every weekend he stayed the night at Pierre’s apartment, something which Pierre didn’t mind in the slightest. His bed felt big, cold and unwelcoming without David in it, and a big part of him wanted David to hurry up and graduate so he could think about asking the younger boy to move in with him. Though they’d been dating for just barely over a month, Pierre wanted to spend every second of every day with his teenaged boyfriend. It scared him to think of how attached he had already become to David, though as David seemed to be feeling the same way about him, the idea excited him at the same time.
David was relieved that Troy hadn’t once even looked his way since Pierre gave his threat, something which he was truly grateful for. David had spent every day of the next week paranoid beyond belief; paranoid that Troy would continue to pursue him in the halls, paranoid that other students would discover his sexual orientation, but most of all, he was paranoid that the police would show up at any given second and take Pierre away from him. When that first week was over, however, and he was still held safely in Pierre’s arms and hadn’t had to endure any bullying from any of his classmates, David allowed himself to relax and begin to enjoy his relationship with his hunky, older boyfriend. Everything was starting to feel as it should: new, shiny and absolutely wonderful in every way.
David turned to look at Pierre, smiling softly at him, before he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Pierre gave a happy sigh and placed a hand gently on David’s cheek before pulling back and staring tenderly at him. “What was that for?” Pierre asked quietly.
David simply shrugged and gave a flirty smile before turning back to the computer screen. “Oh my God!” he said excitedly. Pierre’s eyes widened and he moved back slightly as David began to bounce up and down, though quickly he clicked on a link for a music video and turned up the volume on Pierre’s laptop; the two had been watching music videos on YouTube for the past hour, David moving from one to the next with the true spirit of an ADD kid. Pierre found himself amused with how energetic David was. It hadn’t occurred to him how old he had gotten until he found himself trying to keep up with the younger boy; it was exhausting, to say the least.
“What the hell are you spazzing out about?” Pierre asked with an amused smile.
“Have you seen this music video?” David asked quickly. Pierre glanced at the screen, though as soon as the music for ‘I Fall For You’ started, he groaned weakly and turned away. David watched Pierre skeptically. “What’s your problem with this song?” he asked quietly.
Sebastien’s face ran through Pierre’s mind, though he did his best to shove it away. No, he didn’t still want Sebastien. No, he didn’t believe he was still in love with him. Did that make everything that had happened hurt any less? “I dunno,” Pierre said softly, and slowly he began to turn back to the screen. “It just… it makes me thing about—” Pierre cut himself off, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping as he stared at the small computer screen. He felt as if his heart had stopped in his chest as he stared at the man singing on the screen, the man whom he recognized immediately, though he’d definitely matured physically since the last time he’d seen him. “Sebastien,” he finished blankly, unable to wipe the stupefied look off of his face or pull his attention away from his ex-best friend.
“Sebastien?” David asked curiously. “The guy that used to be your friend in Canada?” David looked from Pierre’s face to the music video, and an amused smile appeared on his lips. “That’s so weird! That’s this dude’s name! AND he’s Canadian, just like you!”
Pierre blinked rapidly, feeling his cheeks turning pink. “Weird coincidence,” Pierre muttered breathlessly. Slowly he turned to look back at David, who was smiling at him knowingly. “What?” he asked weakly.
“I see you checking him out!” David accused with a light laugh.
“I was not,” Pierre breathed, before his shock got the better of him and he was staring at the computer again.
“It’s okay! I’m not jealous or anything. Sebastien Lefebvre is so sexy,” David said, looking back at the music video.
Pierre felt anger rising slowly in his chest as he thought of Sebastien, of everything Sebastien had ever done to him, of David looking at Sebastien. He quickly got up and moved across the room, pretending to examine something on his shelf of books. “Turn it off,” he said quietly.
David, however, was too busy watching the video and talking avidly about it to notice. “I thought he was the hottest guy on Earth until I met you,” David told him lightly.
“David, turn it off,” Pierre said again, this time a bit louder. It made him angry beyond belief that Sebastien had ruined his life and then proceeded to get famous. Who did he think he was? What made him think he could have a wonderful life while Pierre was living in a shitty apartment, in a shitty town, in a shitty state, in a shitty country? Pierre could feel himself shaking with anger and indignation at the injustice of it.
“I bet you ANYTHING he’s gay. Look at what he’s wearing!” Pierre closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sebastien? Gay? Absolutely not. If he was, he wouldn’t have treated Pierre the way he had. If he was gay, he wouldn’t have blown up and tortured him for weeks on end. “God, I wonder what it would be like to kiss him…” David pondered, and Pierre flashed back to that day behind the school, and the way Sebastien had pulled frantically away from him, though in the moment of the actual kiss, it had been wonderful. “He’s totally gay with his friend Patrick Langlois,” David added, and that was the last straw.
Pierre turned quickly, anger flaring in his eyes, his body stiff and rigid. “TURN IT OFF!” he screamed. David jumped and stopped the video quickly, nearly dumping the laptop on the ground in his haste. He stared wide eyed at Pierre, his chest rising and falling heavily and his heart pounding in his chest. Perhaps two months previously, Pierre screaming at him wouldn’t have frightened David so much, but after everything with Troy, David found himself jumpy and extra sensitive to men yelling. Pierre stared at David, feeling a mixture of anger, guilt and regret tingling unpleasantly in his chest. “I’m… I’m sorry,” Pierre said softly.
“It’s okay,” David replied weakly, though the frightened look on his face and the tone of his voice told Pierre otherwise.
Pierre took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before making his way slowly to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony of his second story apartment, grabbing his pack of cigarettes off of the side table as he went. In that moment, he needed to smoke and he needed to smoke bad. Pierre generally didn't smoke around David, only a few here and there, but there were times when the urge was too strong to resist. David had never once said anything about Pierre's smoking, knowing full well that he was a grown man who was capable of making his own decisions, though he absolutely hated his boyfriend's bad habit.
Pierre was standing outside smoking a cigarette for only a few short minutes before David was standing next to him, wrapping his arms slowly around Pierre’s waist. Pierre turned to look him, giving a sad smile, before turning away and blowing his smoke as far away from David’s face as possible.
“I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” David said softly, unable to stop himself any longer, though he rested his head against Pierre’s shoulder just the same.
Pierre looked down, guilt overtaking any other emotion he was feeling. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said quietly.
“I meant smoking,” David admitted gently. “I wish you wouldn’t smoke.” Pierre looked at David again, before down to the lit cigarette between his fingers. “It’s really bad for you.”
Pierre stared at the cigarette for a moment longer before putting it out in his ashtray and turning to face David fully. He wrapped his arms quickly around the smaller boy’s body and smiled sweetly down at him. “I quit,” he said with a firm nod.
David raised an eyebrow and offered a cocky smirk. “Really,” he said disbelievingly.
“Yes,” Pierre said, nodding again.
“Just like that?” David asked, tilting his head to the side and leaning closer to Pierre.
“Just like that,” Pierre finished determinately.
David smiled and stared up at Pierre for a moment, before slowly leaning up on his toes. Pierre smiled and leaned down toward him, though before their lips could touch, David smirked and pulled away. Pierre felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment in his chest at the tease, but David merely shook his head and took a step back. “I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth,” he said, taking hold of Pierre’s hand and pulling him slowly back into the warmth of his apartment, escaping the cold, mid February air.
Pierre smiled and followed after David, who continued to pull him until they were standing in the bathroom together. “Fine, if you wanna be a little pussy about it…” Pierre said tauntingly.
“Pfft,” David scoffed as he prepared Pierre’s toothbrush for him. Pierre leaned against the bathroom counter and watched David with his head tilted to the side and an amused smile on his lips. It was with an air of childlike defiance that David stuck his arm out in front of him and held Pierre’s toothbrush out to him. Pierre stared at him, smiling softly, before rolling his eyes and taking his toothbrush. The grin that David gave him was so childish that Pierre could have melted. David watched Pierre brushing his teeth, grinning like an idiot the whole time at the fact that he’d gotten his way so easily with Pierre. If Pierre wasn’t careful, being spoiled was something David was going to quickly get used to.
“Happy?” Pierre asked a few minutes later as he finished rinsing out his toothbrush and put it back on the counter.
“Kind of,” David said with a bratty smirk.
Pierre rolled his eyes, though his hands found their way to David’s waist and he held onto him gently. “Well what would make you happy?” Pierre asked softly, playing into the side of David’s personality that was quickly becoming spoiled.
“Mmm…” David started as he thought, looking around the bathroom for anything that he could get out of Pierre. That was when he saw his stick of black eyeliner sitting on the counter and his face lit up.
Pierre watched him skeptically, not trusting that look in the slightest. “What?” he asked nervously.
“Can I put make up on you?” David asked quickly.
Pierre’s eyes widened and he took a step back, holding his hands defensively in front of himself. “What?! No way!”
“Aww, come on, pleeeaaase?” David pleaded softly.
“I don’t fucking think so!” Pierre told him quickly.
David mustered his best pout, forcing his big hazel eyes to be wide and sad, and jutting out his bottom lip ever so slightly. “Please?” he asked gently. He knew from the way Pierre was staring at him that his boyfriend was close to caving. David took a step back and crossed his arms insecurely across his stomach. “You did yell at me…” he added quietly. He heard Pierre’s sigh and knew he was about to give in, all he had to do was wait.
Pierre closed his eyes and sighed again, before nodding and covering his face. “Fine,” he grumbled. David jumped in the air and let out a soft squeak, a noise which caused Pierre to drop his hands and stare at his younger boyfriend with his mouth hanging open. “God, you’re such a teenage girl sometimes,” Pierre commented with a smirk.
David glared and smacked him on the chest, though he was quickly pushing him onto the counter, forcing him to sit, and standing between his legs. “Shut up, Peeface.”
Pierre rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but place his hands gently on David’s smaller body. “There will be NO pictures of this, got it?” Pierre threatened sternly, and David gave a nod and tried his hardest to suppress his excited grin, though the second he picked up his eyeliner and placed his hand gently on Pierre’s face, he felt his excitement levels peaking to the point that he had to hold his breath to keep from squealing again. “If you tell anyone…” Pierre started sternly, and David bit his lips together and nodded quickly.
“Who the hell am I gonna tell?” David asked seriously. “You’re my only friend.” Pierre stared at David for a moment before he decided he was pleased with that and nodded. “Now close your eyes,” David instructed, and reluctantly Pierre closed his eyes. As soon as David pressed the small, black pencil to Pierre’s eye, Pierre’s brow furrowed and he jumped, causing David to jump as well. “Would you stop it? You’re lucky I didn’t just poke your eye out!” David warned him, and Pierre sighed and muttered an apology before relaxing again. He was still hesitant as David put the pencil again to his eye, though this time he didn’t flinch away. “So… Sebastien…” David started quietly, and Pierre tensed.
“What about him?” he asked rigidly. The image of Sebastien on his computer screen in a music video with millions of views still made Pierre’s insides prickle with jealous anger.
David bit his lips together as he thought about what he wanted to ask. Sebastien was clearly a touchy subject with Pierre and he didn’t want to set his boyfriend off again, though he thought he might understand why the subject upset him so much. “He was more than a friend, wasn’t he?” he asked gently.
Pierre sighed and shook his head slowly, though when David sighed angrily at him for making his make-up job difficult, he straightened up again. “Sorry,” he muttered quickly. “No, he wasn’t… that was the problem.”
“Ah,” David muttered quietly. “So you had feelings for him and he didn’t feel the same way?”
“I was in love with him and he hated me for being gay,” Pierre corrected David, a touch of bitterness in his voice.
David stopped moving and instead stared at Pierre, feeling a mixture of pity and jealousy eating at his insides. David couldn’t imagine loving someone and having them abandon him in the way that Sebastien abandoned Pierre, and for that he truly felt bad for him, but at the same time, the idea of Pierre being in love with someone else made David feel undeniably jealous. It wasn’t that he wanted Pierre to say those words to him… not yet, anyway. He knew they weren’t there yet. “I’m sorry,” David said softly, as he switched to Pierre’s other eye. “So… why didn’t you tell me?”
“Is that really the kind of shit you wanna hear about on a first date?” Pierre asked fairly.
David smiled and shook his head, though Pierre couldn’t see. “No, I guess not. But you still should‘ve told me.”
“You didn’t tell me about him, so I figure we’re even,” Pierre added bitterly. The two hadn’t actually talked about Troy since the night David had told him everything, and had David not brought up Sebastien, they probably wouldn’t have been talking about him in that moment. The anger Pierre felt at thinking about Sebastien reflected in the way he spoke to David.
“Well that was just uncalled for,” David commented snappily.
“Same situation, Dave. Except mine was one hundred percent in the past, and you had sex with him the night before our first date,” Pierre added, and though he tried to sound nonchalant, David could hear how angry he was.
“No, actually I didn‘t,” David said forcefully, taking a step back as he did. “Troy was out of town for a week before our first date. Talking to you… I completely forgot about him,” he finished, his voice trailing off softly as he looked down at the floor.
Pierre opened his eyes and stared at his boyfriend, ashamed of himself for attacking David about Troy. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his eyes diverting to the floor as well.
David‘s hand found Pierre‘s knee and he ran his fingers absent mindedly along the rough material of his jeans. “I just want to forget, Pierre,” he whispered sadly, drawing Pierre’s gaze back up.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Pierre apologized again. When David continued to look down, Pierre placed a hand under his chin and pulled his attention gently back up, offering a soft smile. “Aren’t you gonna finish my makeup?” he offered, knowing that if anything would put David back in a good mood, it was giving Pierre a makeover.
David fought his smile though within seconds he was beaming. Pierre grinned back at him and closed his eyes, waiting for David to finish. “Open your eyes!” David said, and slowly Pierre opened them again. “I need to do underneath,” David explained with a nod. Pierre’s eyes widened and he leaned away from the pencil that was now coming at his open eye. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” David told him quickly. “Just trust me!”
Pierre regarded David skeptically, though he leaned slowly toward his younger boyfriend again. “If you poke my eye out…” Pierre started nervously.
“I won’t!” David told him softly. When David began to come at Pierre again with the eyeliner, Pierre whimpered softly and subconsciously began to pull away. David let out a quiet growl of irritation and held onto Pierre’s face, holding him still. “Just look up and away,” David instructed gently. Pierre did as he was told, though he couldn’t keep his eyes from blinking as David took away the last bits of his manhood. After another couple of minutes, David stepped back and stared at Pierre, grinning wildly at him. “C’est fini,” he said softly.
Pierre was afraid to look. He turned and looked at himself carefully in the mirror, feeling entirely too disturbed. “That’s just not right,” he said slowly, shaking his head from side to side.
David grinned and made eye contact with Pierre in the mirror, muttering, “No… it’s not. You look weird.”
Pierre sighed and turned back around, staring blankly at David. “Are you happy now?” he asked weakly.
“Yes,” David told him with a nod.
“Can you take this stuff off now?”
“Nope,” David replied with a shrug.
Pierre’s eyes widened and his jaw slowly fell open. “What do you mean, nope?” he asked quickly.
“It doesn’t just come off, Pierre!” Pierre’s mouth fell further open, and David grinned at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Pierre yelled frantically.
David grinned at him for a moment longer before nodding. “Yeah… I have eye makeup remover, don’t worry, Pea.”
“Oh, you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?” Pierre asked, glaring hard at David. David simply grinned and nodded, before starting to move away. He stopped when Pierre put his hand on his side and pulled him back, staring at him determinately.
“What?” David asked quietly. Pierre smiled at David, staring at him for a moment, before his fingers moved lightly over David’s ticklish spot on his side. “No!” David cried with a laugh as he attempted to pull away unsuccessfully from Pierre. Pierre’s hand was still on his side for several long, intense seconds, and David watched him with wide eyes, anticipating the moment when he would tickle him again and send him into a fit of frantic giggles. Pierre held out for another few seconds before he was off the counter, pinning David against the wall with his body and tickling both sides. David closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, squealing laughter emitting from deep in his chest as he struggled to get away from Pierre. “Stop it! Stop it!” he cried, and though tears were streaming down his cheeks, they were the happiest tears he’d shed in a long time.
Slowly Pierre’s fingers ceased to move and instead he wrapped his arms around David’s smaller body, resting the side of his face on the top of David’s head and smiling peacefully to himself. David clung to Pierre’s back and buried his face in the crook of the taller man’s neck, giving off a soft, happy sigh. How could things be so perfect when only a month previously things had been so terrible? And even when they had been terrible, when it had been just him and Pierre, things didn’t feel so bad. Being around Pierre was intoxicating, but in only the good ways.
It was with an ache in his stomach that Pierre took David home that night. This was how it always felt when David went home. Things just didn’t feel right. Nothing felt as happy or as warm or as inviting without David. Pierre couldn’t help but think about what he had found out earlier that day about Sebastien. As he walked back into his apartment, he told himself not to sit down on his couch, not to pick up his laptop, not to open an internet search browser, not to type in the name of his ex-best friend and push the search button. Did he listen to himself?
Pierre felt his stomach clenching as page after page came up about Sebastien — Sebastien Lefebvre: Rockstar. Before he knew it, he’d scrolled through twenty eight search pages of images, and it seemed that pictures of Patrick popped up almost as much as pictures of Sebastien. Once he’d started, Pierre didn’t know how to stop. He read through information and biographies on Sebastien and the occasional biography on Patrick; about Sebastien’s music, about his tours, about his radio show with Patrick, Man of the Hour. It just didn’t seem fair. They had been in the wrong! Why had it been them that ended up with a perfect life? Didn’t Pierre deserve that life?
But then Pierre stopped to think about his life and how it had turned out, and the first thing he thought of was David. Pierre couldn’t imagine his life without David anymore; he wanted to fill every living second with his younger boyfriend. He absolutely adored everything about him, from his laugh to his smile, to the way he looked when he was indignantly pouting about something; David was, to put it simply, perfect.
Suddenly Pierre didn’t feel so resentful. Suddenly he didn’t feel angry. Suddenly he was able to look at pictures of Sebastien and Patrick, rich and famous, and not feel a tingle of jealousy. He found himself smiling as he listened to the album Sebastien had put out, You Are Here/Vous êtes ici. Really, the music was good, and their radio show was hilarious. And while it made him sad to think of the friendships he had lost, he felt grateful for the opportunity to find David and couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with the two anymore. Having David just seemed to make everything else worth it.
It was with a strange sense of nervousness that Pierre was standing outside David’s bedroom door several days later, knocking lightly on it. Pierre had never been in David’s house before, and had certainly never been inside his bedroom or even pictured what it might look like. David was normally very adamant about Pierre not coming over, as his father and sister didn’t know about their relationship, but David had told him earlier that day that he was home alone all day, and that he couldn’t come over to Pierre's apartment because he needed to study. He then proceeded to invite Pierre to his house. Pierre found this rather odd, because what was the difference between studying with Pierre at David’s house, where they weren’t allowed to touch, and studying with Pierre in his apartment, where they could spend all day making out? Oh yeah, that was probably why. At his own house, David could get some studying done because he and Pierre would be forced to act like nothing more than friends, just in case someone came home. Still, Pierre felt nervous in David’s house, as if he simply didn’t belong.
When David’s bedroom door opened and he found himself smiling down at his boyfriend, Pierre couldn’t help but step forward and kiss him on the cheek. David looked around quickly before leaning into his kiss, obviously satisfied that they were still alone. “Come here!” David said childishly as he grabbed onto Pierre’s hand and pulled him into his room, pushing the door closed behind him. Pierre looked around, in that moment fully appreciating that David was a teenager. For the most part he didn’t even notice how much younger David was than he was, but as he looked around his bedroom, it couldn’t have been more obvious.
His walls were painted a bright green color, though there wasn’t much space on the walls that was bare. David seemed to have an extreme liking for posters, from Rancid to Yellowcard, though the poster that caught Pierre’s attention immediately was a poster with Sebastien on it, looking goofy, as if there wasn’t a serious bone in his body. Despite the initial shock of that poster being there, Pierre couldn’t help but smile softly at it and the fact that Sebastien, despite how he felt about Pierre’s sexual orientation, seemed to have resisted the temptation of growing up, just as they always said they would. His silly childlike smile and his wide bright blue eyes made Pierre miss him more than he had in a long time. Perhaps it was how big Sebastien was on the wall, practically life size; it was almost like staring at his ex-best friend in person.
When he heard Sebastien’s music playing gently, Pierre turned to look at the source of the noise. He saw David’s desktop computer, on which iTunes was running; David had Sebastien’s CD playing. Pierre gave a soft sigh and turned to look at David, raising an eyebrow at him. David stared up at him innocently. “What?” he asked softly.
“Are you obsessed with Sebastien?” Pierre asked, his smile widening.
“I love this music!” David defended himself quickly. “He’s my favorite artist of the moment.” After a few seconds, however, something dawned on him and he looked skeptically at Pierre. “How the hell do you even know what this is? I never played this song for you… A few days ago you didn’t even know who Sebastien Lefebvre was!” Pierre gave a guilty smile and looked off to the side. He really didn’t want to admit that his Sebastien was the same Sebastien as the famous Sebastien. He was never going to see Sebastien again, anyway, so what would it hurt if he withheld that particular information? “Pierre Bouvier, did you google him?” David asked, the shock apparent in his voice.
Pierre gave a soft laugh, deciding he could admit to that, at least. “Guilty,” he admitted with a nod.
It was clear to see that this information excited David tremendously, though he tried his hardest to conceal the fact. “Why?” he asked quietly.
Pierre shrugged and looked again at David’s desktop computer, which was sitting on a cute, white student desk, with a light blue computer chair in front of it on a chair mat so it wouldn’t get stuck on the dark blue carpet. “Got bored,” Pierre said distractedly as something caught his eye. He walked over to David’s computer and moved the mouse to the side before picking up the mouse pad, which had a picture of a fluffy, orange kitten on it. “How does your dad not know you’re gay?” Pierre asked seriously as he turned and displayed the mouse pad to David, who grinned and shrugged in response.
“He doesn’t wanna believe it’s true, I think,” David said softly. Pierre gave a sad smile and nodded before setting the mouse pad down and taking a seat on the edge of David’s bed, which was half the size of his own and was covered in dark blue bedding with two pillows, one green and one zebra striped. Pierre picked up the zebra striped pillow, which was not a regular pillow with a pillow case on it, as was the green one. No, this one appeared have been made by hand, and from the looks of it, it was rather old. “My mom made that for me,” David admitted quietly. Pierre looked up when David sat next to him and stared at him sadly as David took the pillow and smiled at it. “She gave it to me when I was thirteen. I really had a thing for zebra stripes…”
There was a long moment when neither David nor Pierre said anything, they simply let Sebastien’s soft music fill the room with a kind of relaxed sadness. “I’ve been sleeping for a long time, and I don’t know when I’ll wake up,” Pierre started to sing softly, and David blinked rapidly and looked over at him, his lips parted slightly. “Shake me pinch me again, ‘cause I’m not worried anymore,” Pierre continued to sing gently as he turned to look at David, offering a weak smile.
David grinned and placed the back of his hand on Pierre’s forehead, earning a laugh from Pierre. “Are you feeling okay?” David asked quietly. “I thought you hated him.”
Pierre smiled and grabbed David’s hand from his forehead, instead tangling their fingers together and pulling his boyfriend closer. “It’s actually kinda nice,” he admitted gently, and David beamed wider at him. “He’s really your favorite artist?” Pierre asked weakly.
David nodded quickly. “Of the moment, at least,” he said again. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I have really bad ADD…”
Pierre smiled and shook his head. “Nope, wasn’t obvious, Dave,” he said sarcastically.
David glared and smacked Pierre on the chest, and again silence fell over the two while they listened to the gentle music. When Pierre started to sing again absentmindedly, David felt a familiar kind of heat rising in his stomach. The urge to kiss Pierre welled up inside of David, though at the same time, there was another feeling in his chest, a kind of soft, adoring feeling, which was the one he acted on. Pierre looked at David carefully, stopping his singing as David’s hands were on his chest, pushing him down onto his bed. David laid partially on Pierre and snuggled his face against his boyfriend’s chest, smiling to himself as Pierre’s arms snaked around him. “Keep singing to me,” David requested gently. Pierre smiled and closed his eyes, doing as David asked without a second thought.
The moment Pierre and David found themselves in was a bit surreal. Everything felt soft and quiet and calm. David’s hands played gently with Pierre’s sides, while Pierre’s hands traced up and down David’s spine lightly, causing goosebumps to rise on David’s arms. Slowly he pushed himself up and looked down at Pierre, who smiled up at him softly, his hand finding David’s cheek as he continued to sing sweet, loving words to him. The moment was more perfect than either of them could have ever asked for.
David couldn’t stop himself as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Pierre’s. Pierre’s eyes fell closed and he rolled them over, placing David easily underneath him as his tongue found the smaller boy’s and pressed against it. David’s fingers moved under Pierre’s shirt and pressed into his sides, earning a soft, deep moan from the back of Pierre’s throat. Everything about the way the two moved against each other felt perfect; every touch, every kiss was simply perfect.
They were both so consumed in each others embrace that neither boy heard the soft knock on David’s bedroom door, and neither boy noticed when his door slowly opened, or when David’s sister, Yael, popped her head in. Her mouth slowly fell open and she stared wide eyed at her older brother, laying in his bed with a man on top of him, kissing him passionately. As quietly as possible, she pulled her head from the doorframe and closed the door, though she stood and stared at it for a long moment. She knew her dad would be in the house at any second, and though David was hiding from her, the last thing she wanted was for him to get caught doing whatever it was he was doing with that man. She walked quickly to her bedroom next to his and opened the door, slamming it closed with unnecessary force, hoping the sound would pull the two apart and alert them to the presence of other people in the house.
And like a charm, the door slam worked. David’s eyes widened and he pushed Pierre away from him, who was quickly standing on the other side of the room, straightening himself out, adjusting his hair and breathing heavily. When there was a knock on his bedroom door, David jumped up and pushed Pierre toward his bed. “Get under my bed!” he whispered quickly.
“What?! Can’t we just say I was helping you study?!” Pierre whispered back frantically.
“Alone in my room with soft music playing and the door closed?!” David whispered back quickly. “No! Just get under my bed!” Pierre groaned quietly but did as he was asked, squeezing himself with some difficulty under his boyfriend’s bed. Well this was certainly a new experience for him. David adjusted his blankets on the bed so they hung to the floor, covering any evidence of Pierre, before moving to his bedroom door and opening it quickly. “Yeah?” he asked, when he came face to face with his sister, who smiled at him knowingly.
“What’cha doing?” she asked with a wide smile.
“Oh, n-nothing, just some homework,” he said with a nod.
“Alone?” she asked, looking around the room for any sight of the man she’d just seen on top of her brother.
David nodded, looking around the room as she did. “Of course. I don’t have any friends, remember?”
“You’re friends with that Pierre guy,” she pointed out, trying to fight her smile.
“Pierre? He’s way older than me. Like super old. He wouldn’t wanna do homework with me,” David said quickly.
“No, I’m sure he wouldn’t,” she said suggestively. David watched her carefully, not quite sure what she was doing in his room and why she was talking to him that way. “Super old… how old is he, anyway?” Yael asked, tilting her head to the side.
“He’s twenty one,” David said softly. He wasn’t quite sure why Yael’s eyes widened so much, or why she seemed to care at all how old his friend was, but she very clearly did. “Why? What’s the big deal?”
“Oh, I just think it’s a little odd that you made a friend with someone so much older, that’s all,” she covered quickly.
“Yeah, well, I don’t exactly get along with the kids around here, do I?” he asked, sounding a touch bitter.
Yael shook her head and took a step toward David’s door. “No, I guess you don’t,” she said, stopping with her hand on the handle. She turned quickly and walked to David’s closet. “Do you mind if I borrow your green and black striped sweater?” she asked as she threw open the door, expecting to find Pierre standing there, though her sense of anticipation dropped when she saw nothing but David’s closet full of clothes.
David raised an eyebrow and reached across her, pulling his sweater out and handing it to her. “Sure?” he asked skeptically. “You’re acting really weird today.”
She stared at the closet for a moment longer before taking David’s sweater, not that she really wanted it, and stepped away from it. “Yeah,” she muttered distractedly. She looked around David’s room, trying to find where else Pierre could have hidden. He had to still be in the room. She would have heard the window open if he’d tried to escape that way. When her eyes fell on David’s bed, and David’s blankets pulled down to the ground, she smiled and took another step back.
“Yeah?” David asked with confusion. “Are you leaving now?”
“Yeah, I should go get started on my homework,” she muttered, walking back to David’s bedroom door. “I shouldn’t say too long anyway. Pierre might suffocate under your bed,” she added, before turning and flashing David one arrogant smirk, who stared wide eyed and open mouthed at her. With a satisfied smile, she left David’s room, closing the door behind her.
David fell to the floor and stared at his bedroom door, unable to breathe. When Pierre’s head popped out of the bottom of his bed, David looked down at him, his fingers running absentmindedly through Pierre’s soft, brown hair. “How he hell did she know?” David asked weakly.
Pierre shook his head slowly, though he didn’t dare move from underneath the bed. “She is just like you,” he commented blankly. David nodded slowly, before looking at his bedroom door again, afraid to move, afraid to leave.
“Yup… she’s just like me,” he said softly, looking again at Pierre. “She’s a total fucking brat.”