WWAWR - [03] I Know You Got That Fever For Me, Hundred and Two
Chapter Three [PG13]
I Know You Got that Fever For Me, Hundred and Two
Here they are again, a group of people reduced from twenty-four to ten. Backstage at the start of the results show, the Idols are clustered together, holding each other's hands --Michael sees this as the perfect opportunity to reach out and grab David's, although he finds it hard to resist the temptation of intertwining their fingers; David turns his head, smiles lightly, and squeezes Michael's hand, both of them blissfully oblivious to the exchange of pleased looks between Carly and Brooke-- and are deep in prayer. They stay like that for a few more moments, and as Ryan finishes last night's show's highlights, the group of ten split into two groups of five, one group to enter from the right side of the stage, the other from the left. Michael has absolutely no desire to let go of David's hand, but knows he must, so in compensation, with not a care in the world, he interlocks their fingers, squeezes, and smiles, pleased. David nods at him, before they let go of each other.
They come on to the stage through the side as the music starts, one side with Chikezie, David, Brooke, Carly, and Michael --Carly nudges Michael with a smile on her face; Brooke puts her hand supportively on David's shoulder-- and the other with Syesha, Kristy Lee, Jason, Ramiele, and the younger David. They fall into step in what Michael assumes to be one of the corniest choreographed dances ever to be on American Idol as they begin to sing; David turns his head in Michael's direction and the two exchange a look as the song lyrics flow uninterruptedly from their mouth. They finish the line, 'We got to get right back to where we started from,' and then half of the left switches with half of the right, Michael finding himself dancing next to Jason. Michael jokingly shakes his hips, and Jason grins. Ramiele has the opening solo of the night, and then Carly, and the crowd is roaring like crazy. When they turn to face each other, Michael is once again face to face with David, who throws him a wink.
Ooh, and it's all right and it's comin' 'long,
We got to get right back to where we started from.
Love is good, love can be strong,
We got to get right back to where we started from.
Michael comes to the front of the stage, and David mimics his movements on the other side. They run toward each other, and jump, bumping their chests, and the crowd goes wild. Michael nods to David, and David raises his hand, flashing the "rock on" sign, and they go back in line; Kristy Lee and Brooke have the next solos, and as Brooke finishes and the group sings the final chorus, they fall into their final pose, Michael being the last to do so, goofily clinging on to Brooke's leg as though his very life depended on it, a large grin plastered on his face.
Jason watches Michael closely as the top ten get backstage, and finds himself grinning at the Australian's happy expression. It isn't surprising, now that Jason thinks about it, because Michael's smiles have always been contagious, and this smile is no exception. Michael is all smile from ear to ear, his mouth slightly open as though he is about to laugh, and his face is bright. In what has to be the umpteenth time of the night, Jason finds himself appreciating the way Michael's hair falls into his eyes. Then again, he thinks, anybody who doesn't must be blind.
"It's good to see you smiling again, Mike," he comments, clapping the Australian on the back. "Are you feeling better?"
Michael nods at him, "Thanks. And, yeah --yeah, I am. Thanks."
When the older David passes by, Jason notices immediately how much Michael's expression brightens; it is almost as though he is glowing at the very sight of David, and a small smile forms on Jason's lips. It simply gets larger when Michael says to him, "Hey, I'll catch up with you later."
He nods, and says lowly as soon as Michael is out of earshot, "We have five minutes before we go back on air."
"Jason!" Carly's voice exclaims, and although Jason knows she means it to be scandalized, it simply comes off as amused.
Jason turns and looks at Carly with an innocent expression in his face; or, at least, the most innocent expression he could muster. "What?"
Carly shakes her head just as Brooke comes over and asks, "What's going on here?"
The Irishwoman points in a general direction past Jason, where Michael has playfully thrown an arm around David's shoulders, and proceeds to shake him. David turns his head just as Michael pretends to close in for a kiss and Michael's lips land on the area right next to David's mouth.
"Okay," Brooke says and forcefully turns Jason and Carly around, "there's no show to watch over there."
Jason is grinning like a madman, and looks at Brooke with a raised eyebrow, Carly stifling a giggle next to him, "Well, you know, not yet."
"You should be glad there aren't photographers here right now," David says, recovering from Michael's shaking of him, face tinted with a rather pretty shade of pink although he makes no attempt to remove Michael's arm around his shoulders. "The results would've been --catastrophic."
"Yes," Michael agrees although he seems to be absolutely distracted; David shakes his head, "it would've been the end of the world, eh, Dave?"
"Michael," David laughs, albeit nervously.
"I'm just kidding." Michael smiles as he removes his arm from around David, who protests although he knows it's something they have to do. The stage hands yell, "Ten seconds!" and as the Idols scramble to the screen where they can watch Ryan as he calls out the first person, Michael sneaks a kiss onto David's cheek. David turns his head, startled, and Michael simply smiles at him.
David is powerless as his feet move to follow Michael.
But, hey. I'm not complaining.
The knowledge that another one will leave them tonight saddens Michael, but truth be told --and he thinks to himself, I'm so sorry for saying this, Chikezie-- he is relieved that he and David are still there. Well, him and David --and Carly, Brooke, and the rest of them. Michael, you're such an idiot, he thinks to himself as he saunters up the stairs to their room. You deserve to be slapped.
I bet you'd love to be spanked, a voice says snidely in his head, and Michael shakes his head, opening the door and falling down onto his bed. Spanked by David, and he'll be on top of you and calling you a bad boy.
"Oh, God," Michael moans and he feels blood rushing down to his groin. "I cannot have this now." Not when I still have to go through dinner.
Michael thinks about resisting the temptation of touching himself, reminding himself that somebody --David Jason David Carly David Brooke David-- would notice his absence and would come up and see the door open and just walk in, and he did not want to be caught in such a situation.
Unless, you know, the same voice comments, it was David. Then you'd probably get down on your knees and beg him to finish you off. That, or make him get down on his knees. Whichever way works.
Oh, shut up, Michael thinks; although, he has to admit, the image of David kneeling before him and sucking on his cock is such a turn-on that he cannot help but twist onto his side and brush his hand over the bulge in his jeans. Stop. It. Now.
"Mikey?" Oh, God. Michael sits up immediately and quickly grabs a pillow and drops it on his lap just as David's footsteps become louder and soon, the rocker is at the door.
"Yeah?" Right now, Michael doesn't care at all if he sounded like a child who got caught stealing from the cookie jar.
David looks at him oddly for a moment, but his expression changes into one of mirth, "C'mon, let's go. They're looking for you downstairs."
Shit. I can't stand up like this. "Uh, yeah," Michael nods. "You --you go ahead. I'm --I'm going to go, uh --change my shirt."
David raises an eyebrow, "You look perfectly fine dressed like that."
"Oh, uhm --yeah," Michael stutters out. "Just --uhm. Just --just go ahead, yeah?"
David shakes his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up, will you? We're practically dying of hunger down there."
When David exits the room and Michael can hear that his footsteps have gone all the way downstairs, Michael sighs in relief.
My God, Michael Johns. Control yourself.
But Michael knows that with a face like David's --which Michael can picture flushed, his hair messy, his chest heaving up and down and the younger man is panting-- all of his control disappears, just like that.
"Michael Lee Johns, get your ass down here!"
"Coming!"
Stop thinking dirty thoughts, Michael!
"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?"
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