We Walk Along Winding Roads - [00] The Taste of Your Skin, My Body's Giving In
Title: We Walk Along Winding Roads
Author: Alex Sorensen (ilytheira)
Summary: What do you do when you're faced with a choice between what is legally (and was then so very) right, and what your heart defines as "right" right now? One is always faced with obstacles that must be overcome to be able to continue on with their life, whether it is a fear of heights or of clowns; but for Michael Johns, "overcoming" his "obstacle" isn't going to be that easy.
Rating: PG - R
Disclaimer: I don't own David or Michael or Stacey. Or any of the other Idols mentioned. I don't own "Wonderwall" by Oasis (the title of this little work is based on the line, and all the roads that lead you there were winding, which, I think, does Michael and David's relationship justice), or any other songs and their lyrics I might use in further chapters.
Author's Notes: I'm going to dedicate this project to matertenebrarum; thanks for that little push I needed to write this. I'm going to go for the multi-chapterness and cliffhangers, so I hope you (and everyone else) enjoy reading. I'm going to be rather busy this month, so if I'm unable to update weekly at the very least, then I'm very, very sorry. Little bits and pieces of my other works (Oh, You Heard That? and It May Be Wrong) may show up ('birth-year night' from the former, for example), too.
Prologue [R]
The Taste of Your Skin, My Body's Giving In
"Don't be ridiculous," Michael says, finding the whole 'I'm-Michael-Johns-and-right-now-I'm-being-swarmed-by-men-and-women' thing too overwhelming already. "Besides, I don't dance, David. You know that quite well."
David Cook laughs at the Australian, shaking his head. Tugging on the older man's hand, he insists, "Come on! Everybody else is dancing!"
Michael looks around and sees no point in arguing with David's statement. The music is playing, and there are the rest of them --with the exception of the other David, who was underage and stayed home with Brooke, who never was fond of the clubbing scene, and Syesha and Chikezie, who are sitting down and simply talking with each other-- dancing. There is Kristy, her hands thrown up in the air and Ramiele moving next to her; and there is Jason, jokingly moving his hips as Carly wraps an arm around his shoulders, laughing at something the other Idol contestant said.
"I suppose I don't have a choice, then, do I?" Michael sighs, defeated. I don't remember signing up for this when I auditioned, he thinks to himself, but before he knows it, David has complete control of his body. Having pulled the taller man up, David laughs, puts down his glass on the table, and then smiles widely as the song changes and a familiar tune, although quite obviously remixed by its faster pace, begins to play.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Michael declares, open-mouthed as the other occupants turn to look at him and applause immediately as the first verse of the song comes on.
Comfort me, cradle me,
Live for me arms spread out.
Temper lights a fire in me.
The shape of you are breaking through;
Desired are the chosen few
Standing on the edge of ecstasy.
He bows his head, a blush on his face, and then says to them, "Thanks." He raises his hand as a sign of appreciation, and there are screams, mainly from women; what surprises him most, however, is that many of them are singing along. David then tells him, "I hear this song and tell you it's great, and all I get is an 'mm-hm' and a nod." He playfully jerks a thumb to his left, "But when they hear the song and scream for you, they get a 'thank you.' Now, where's the logic in that?"
"Sometimes, logic is the one thing musicians don't need," Michael offers, smiling, and David shakes his head.
"Whatever you say, Papa Johns," he answers with a grin.
Michael laughs, before David tugs on his hand again and says, "Well, Mikey? Just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you can't shake that ass, right?"
The taller man pretends to look scandalized, although he admits whenever David talks like that, it turns him on slightly. "You must've forgotten, Cookie," he answers, a light ablaze in his eyes as David sneers at him. "I've been shaking this ass longer than you've been born."
"Oh, yeah? You're ahead by what, four years? I highly doubt that gives you an edge."
"Oh, yeah?" Michael retorts. "Watch me, little sparrow."
The chorus of the song comes on, and Michael winks at David and walks away, moving over toward Carly with lengthy, leisurely steps, smiling at Jason who gentlemanly hands her over. The Australian catches the Missouri native's eye, gives him another wink, and then begins to dance with Carly.
The taste of your skin,
My body is giving in
And I'm falling into you
As you let yourself go
To the edge of the world,
And I'm falling into you.
I'm falling into you.
"I see what you're trying to do, kangaroo," she tells him as Michael spins her around, her back to his front, a laugh lacing her Irish accent.
"You think so?" he asks as he grabs hold of her waist, shaking his own as he moved with her.
"I know so," she says with utmost confidence. "And, from an observer who's absolutely nothing to do with this, I think it's working."
Michael cranes his head ever so slightly, catching a glimpse of David in a discussion with Jason. David seems to have felt Michael's gaze on him, because the rocker turns his head to meet the taller man's eyes. The song enters its second verse, Michael's voice declaring, 'The center of your world pulls me down', and the Australian is mouthing the lyrics to him. David looks away, blushing, but he cannot keep his eyes off of Michael for long. As soon as the song is into its second run of the chorus, and Michael and Carly are face to face with a small, sly smile on Carly's face as she shakes her head, Michael can see David walking away from Jason and coming toward them.
"I told you it was working," Carly says smugly as she pulls away from Michael with a slight shake of her hips. "Do your thing, kangaroo."
"You were doing that on purpose, weren't you?" David scowls at Michael. "You devil."
Michael smiles and leans in to whisper into David's ear, "Still think I can't 'shake my ass,' Dave?"
"No," David answers as he pulls away and begins shaking his own hips. "In fact, I think you shake it really well."
Michael begins to sing along with the remixed version of his song, and although his voice is clearly unused to the faster tempo, his live voice beautifully meshes in with the remixed. "I come undone," he whispers over and over again as he positions David the same way he had Carly, with David in front of him, his hands on the other's waist. They stay like that for a moment --for forever and a day for eternity and a week-- and then the song finishes.
Pulling away from each other, Michael sings softly into David's ear, "The taste of your skin, my body's giving in."
"I think," David says with a sly look, "we need to get out of here."
They stealthily walk outside, stealing a kiss, before they slip inside the car and drive back to the apartment. Michael leaves a message on Carly's phone.
"Hey, Carly. It's Mike. Hope the other car is big enough for the rest of you. You're right; it worked. And thank God it did."
When they get into the apartment, Michael and David cannot keep their hands off of themselves. They are touching each other, fondling each other, kissing each other, and it doesn't even take a minute for them to stumble up the stairs. Footsteps make the boys fly off of each other, and as Brooke comes out of the room, she smiles at the boys. "Is everyone else home?" she asks.
Michael, the only one able to form a coherent thought, shakes his head. "They're still at the club."
Brooke's smile is saccharine. "You should be glad little David went to sleep about an hour ago."
"Uh --yeah-- thanks --I guess?-- Brooke," Michael stutters uncertainly. Brooke waves them off. With his head down and David's hand in his, Michael continues a little further down the corridor and opens the door to the room they share with Jason. The two enter the room and as soon as the door is closed, they are on top of each other again, and quite literally so, as David falls atop Michael's bed.
"Seriously?" David whispers, recovering from their encounter with Brooke, a hopeful light shining in his eyes. "I mean, Mikey, there's --there's no going back after this."
"Whoever said anything about going back?" Michael responds as he kisses David. He gently touches David's face, and Michael smiles as he feels David shaking underneath. Michael shushes him, "Don't worry. I'm going to take care of you tonight."
Michael is slightly disappointed as David closes his eyes, but the Australian captures his lips in a kiss, anyway. David's mouth opens as the younger man sighs into his mouth, and Michael's mind quickly thinks, Oh my God, David, you're here, this is actually happening. Once Michael feels David kissing him back, he teases the young man a little further as he pulls away, making David open his eyes in protest, a sound escaping his mouth, eyes still shining brightly. "There," Michael tells him. "Keep your eyes open." David still looks at him strangely. "Let me see them. They're beautiful."
There is a girlish giggle threatening to come out of Michael's mouth as David turns away but he suppresses it as he senses the younger man's shyness; instead, a chuckle comes out. "Oh, don't be like that, Dave." The Missourian refuses to look at him. "Look at me." There was a gentle authoritativeness in Michael's voice that pulls David's gaze to him, and as soon as he sees those eyes looking up at him, Michael rewards David with a kiss. "You're beautiful," he says with utmost sincerity.
"And you, sir," David struggles to say, his face a beautiful shade of pink and his hair just the right way of messy, "are cheesy."
Michael's lips begin a trail of kisses down to David's exposed neck. "As though you don't like it," he says in-between kisses, and then he begins to strip David of his shirt. The exposed skin unashamedly turns Michael on, and he could feel the blood rush to his groin. Pushing the shirt away though not quite taking it off, Michael proceeds to take David's left nipple into his mouth, smiling against David's skin as he feels the young man arching up against him. David moans --Michael does not have the balls to call them purrs, at least, not to David's face-- and Michael takes it a sign to go on; Michael releases the left and envelopes the right.
"Oh, shit, Johns," David whimpers, and as soon as the words escape his mouth, Michael's reply is ready. "Yes, Cook?"
"It's too damn hot," the other man complains with a shrug. "Get this shirt off of me."
Michael says, "Gladly," and as soon as David's shirt is off, Michael's shirt comes off, too, tossed to the floor and forgotten as the men kiss. Breaking away only to straddle David, Michael purposefully brushes his hand gently against the bulge in the other man's pants, and David bucks his hips up. Removing David's belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, Michael smiles with pleasure as David squirms underneath him. "Up," the Australian instructs softly, and as David lifts himself up, Michael's hands brush against his naked skin as he slips off his jeans and boxers.
"Damn tease," David curses.
"You know you love me," Michael answers knowingly, a wink directed in David's general direction although he doubts the Missourian saw anything.
"Shut up"--Michael takes David's cock into his mouth--"oh, God," he moans, "Michael."
Michael feels fingers in his hair as David takes hold of him, and this pushes him to continue. Taking David's cock as deep into his throat as he could, and then sliding his mouth until he was off of David, Michael repeats this a few more times before David moans, "Michael."
Michael looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Yes?" he questions. "Did you want me to do something?"
The way David says his next words make Michael impossibly hard, "Make me come, Michael."
And then Michael says the only thing he can.
"Of course."
"I have to admit," Michael says the next morning, "that has got to be one of the best nights of my life."
David nods and smiles. "Hey, I'm going to take a shower," he declares, although it is quite obvious he doesn't want to leave the warmth of the bed or of Michael's arms. "You want to come take one with me?"
"As absolutely tempting as that sounds," Michael drawls, "everybody would be quite suspicious if we go down so late."
David guffaws. "All right, Mikey."
He turns to open the door to the restroom, but then realizes something, and turns back to tell Michael, but he sees Michael eyeing the silver band on his left hand.
Whatever happened to, 'Whoever said anything about going back?'
David turns away.
His tears are winning the battle.
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Author: Alex Sorensen (ilytheira)
Summary: What do you do when you're faced with a choice between what is legally (and was then so very) right, and what your heart defines as "right" right now? One is always faced with obstacles that must be overcome to be able to continue on with their life, whether it is a fear of heights or of clowns; but for Michael Johns, "overcoming" his "obstacle" isn't going to be that easy.
Rating: PG - R
Disclaimer: I don't own David or Michael or Stacey. Or any of the other Idols mentioned. I don't own "Wonderwall" by Oasis (the title of this little work is based on the line, and all the roads that lead you there were winding, which, I think, does Michael and David's relationship justice), or any other songs and their lyrics I might use in further chapters.
Author's Notes: I'm going to dedicate this project to matertenebrarum; thanks for that little push I needed to write this. I'm going to go for the multi-chapterness and cliffhangers, so I hope you (and everyone else) enjoy reading. I'm going to be rather busy this month, so if I'm unable to update weekly at the very least, then I'm very, very sorry. Little bits and pieces of my other works (Oh, You Heard That? and It May Be Wrong) may show up ('birth-year night' from the former, for example), too.
Prologue [R]
The Taste of Your Skin, My Body's Giving In
"Don't be ridiculous," Michael says, finding the whole 'I'm-Michael-Johns-and-right-now-I'm-being-swarmed-by-men-and-women' thing too overwhelming already. "Besides, I don't dance, David. You know that quite well."
David Cook laughs at the Australian, shaking his head. Tugging on the older man's hand, he insists, "Come on! Everybody else is dancing!"
Michael looks around and sees no point in arguing with David's statement. The music is playing, and there are the rest of them --with the exception of the other David, who was underage and stayed home with Brooke, who never was fond of the clubbing scene, and Syesha and Chikezie, who are sitting down and simply talking with each other-- dancing. There is Kristy, her hands thrown up in the air and Ramiele moving next to her; and there is Jason, jokingly moving his hips as Carly wraps an arm around his shoulders, laughing at something the other Idol contestant said.
"I suppose I don't have a choice, then, do I?" Michael sighs, defeated. I don't remember signing up for this when I auditioned, he thinks to himself, but before he knows it, David has complete control of his body. Having pulled the taller man up, David laughs, puts down his glass on the table, and then smiles widely as the song changes and a familiar tune, although quite obviously remixed by its faster pace, begins to play.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Michael declares, open-mouthed as the other occupants turn to look at him and applause immediately as the first verse of the song comes on.
Comfort me, cradle me,
Live for me arms spread out.
Temper lights a fire in me.
The shape of you are breaking through;
Desired are the chosen few
Standing on the edge of ecstasy.
He bows his head, a blush on his face, and then says to them, "Thanks." He raises his hand as a sign of appreciation, and there are screams, mainly from women; what surprises him most, however, is that many of them are singing along. David then tells him, "I hear this song and tell you it's great, and all I get is an 'mm-hm' and a nod." He playfully jerks a thumb to his left, "But when they hear the song and scream for you, they get a 'thank you.' Now, where's the logic in that?"
"Sometimes, logic is the one thing musicians don't need," Michael offers, smiling, and David shakes his head.
"Whatever you say, Papa Johns," he answers with a grin.
Michael laughs, before David tugs on his hand again and says, "Well, Mikey? Just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you can't shake that ass, right?"
The taller man pretends to look scandalized, although he admits whenever David talks like that, it turns him on slightly. "You must've forgotten, Cookie," he answers, a light ablaze in his eyes as David sneers at him. "I've been shaking this ass longer than you've been born."
"Oh, yeah? You're ahead by what, four years? I highly doubt that gives you an edge."
"Oh, yeah?" Michael retorts. "Watch me, little sparrow."
The chorus of the song comes on, and Michael winks at David and walks away, moving over toward Carly with lengthy, leisurely steps, smiling at Jason who gentlemanly hands her over. The Australian catches the Missouri native's eye, gives him another wink, and then begins to dance with Carly.
The taste of your skin,
My body is giving in
And I'm falling into you
As you let yourself go
To the edge of the world,
And I'm falling into you.
I'm falling into you.
"I see what you're trying to do, kangaroo," she tells him as Michael spins her around, her back to his front, a laugh lacing her Irish accent.
"You think so?" he asks as he grabs hold of her waist, shaking his own as he moved with her.
"I know so," she says with utmost confidence. "And, from an observer who's absolutely nothing to do with this, I think it's working."
Michael cranes his head ever so slightly, catching a glimpse of David in a discussion with Jason. David seems to have felt Michael's gaze on him, because the rocker turns his head to meet the taller man's eyes. The song enters its second verse, Michael's voice declaring, 'The center of your world pulls me down', and the Australian is mouthing the lyrics to him. David looks away, blushing, but he cannot keep his eyes off of Michael for long. As soon as the song is into its second run of the chorus, and Michael and Carly are face to face with a small, sly smile on Carly's face as she shakes her head, Michael can see David walking away from Jason and coming toward them.
"I told you it was working," Carly says smugly as she pulls away from Michael with a slight shake of her hips. "Do your thing, kangaroo."
"You were doing that on purpose, weren't you?" David scowls at Michael. "You devil."
Michael smiles and leans in to whisper into David's ear, "Still think I can't 'shake my ass,' Dave?"
"No," David answers as he pulls away and begins shaking his own hips. "In fact, I think you shake it really well."
Michael begins to sing along with the remixed version of his song, and although his voice is clearly unused to the faster tempo, his live voice beautifully meshes in with the remixed. "I come undone," he whispers over and over again as he positions David the same way he had Carly, with David in front of him, his hands on the other's waist. They stay like that for a moment --for forever and a day for eternity and a week-- and then the song finishes.
Pulling away from each other, Michael sings softly into David's ear, "The taste of your skin, my body's giving in."
"I think," David says with a sly look, "we need to get out of here."
They stealthily walk outside, stealing a kiss, before they slip inside the car and drive back to the apartment. Michael leaves a message on Carly's phone.
"Hey, Carly. It's Mike. Hope the other car is big enough for the rest of you. You're right; it worked. And thank God it did."
When they get into the apartment, Michael and David cannot keep their hands off of themselves. They are touching each other, fondling each other, kissing each other, and it doesn't even take a minute for them to stumble up the stairs. Footsteps make the boys fly off of each other, and as Brooke comes out of the room, she smiles at the boys. "Is everyone else home?" she asks.
Michael, the only one able to form a coherent thought, shakes his head. "They're still at the club."
Brooke's smile is saccharine. "You should be glad little David went to sleep about an hour ago."
"Uh --yeah-- thanks --I guess?-- Brooke," Michael stutters uncertainly. Brooke waves them off. With his head down and David's hand in his, Michael continues a little further down the corridor and opens the door to the room they share with Jason. The two enter the room and as soon as the door is closed, they are on top of each other again, and quite literally so, as David falls atop Michael's bed.
"Seriously?" David whispers, recovering from their encounter with Brooke, a hopeful light shining in his eyes. "I mean, Mikey, there's --there's no going back after this."
"Whoever said anything about going back?" Michael responds as he kisses David. He gently touches David's face, and Michael smiles as he feels David shaking underneath. Michael shushes him, "Don't worry. I'm going to take care of you tonight."
Michael is slightly disappointed as David closes his eyes, but the Australian captures his lips in a kiss, anyway. David's mouth opens as the younger man sighs into his mouth, and Michael's mind quickly thinks, Oh my God, David, you're here, this is actually happening. Once Michael feels David kissing him back, he teases the young man a little further as he pulls away, making David open his eyes in protest, a sound escaping his mouth, eyes still shining brightly. "There," Michael tells him. "Keep your eyes open." David still looks at him strangely. "Let me see them. They're beautiful."
There is a girlish giggle threatening to come out of Michael's mouth as David turns away but he suppresses it as he senses the younger man's shyness; instead, a chuckle comes out. "Oh, don't be like that, Dave." The Missourian refuses to look at him. "Look at me." There was a gentle authoritativeness in Michael's voice that pulls David's gaze to him, and as soon as he sees those eyes looking up at him, Michael rewards David with a kiss. "You're beautiful," he says with utmost sincerity.
"And you, sir," David struggles to say, his face a beautiful shade of pink and his hair just the right way of messy, "are cheesy."
Michael's lips begin a trail of kisses down to David's exposed neck. "As though you don't like it," he says in-between kisses, and then he begins to strip David of his shirt. The exposed skin unashamedly turns Michael on, and he could feel the blood rush to his groin. Pushing the shirt away though not quite taking it off, Michael proceeds to take David's left nipple into his mouth, smiling against David's skin as he feels the young man arching up against him. David moans --Michael does not have the balls to call them purrs, at least, not to David's face-- and Michael takes it a sign to go on; Michael releases the left and envelopes the right.
"Oh, shit, Johns," David whimpers, and as soon as the words escape his mouth, Michael's reply is ready. "Yes, Cook?"
"It's too damn hot," the other man complains with a shrug. "Get this shirt off of me."
Michael says, "Gladly," and as soon as David's shirt is off, Michael's shirt comes off, too, tossed to the floor and forgotten as the men kiss. Breaking away only to straddle David, Michael purposefully brushes his hand gently against the bulge in the other man's pants, and David bucks his hips up. Removing David's belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, Michael smiles with pleasure as David squirms underneath him. "Up," the Australian instructs softly, and as David lifts himself up, Michael's hands brush against his naked skin as he slips off his jeans and boxers.
"Damn tease," David curses.
"You know you love me," Michael answers knowingly, a wink directed in David's general direction although he doubts the Missourian saw anything.
"Shut up"--Michael takes David's cock into his mouth--"oh, God," he moans, "Michael."
Michael feels fingers in his hair as David takes hold of him, and this pushes him to continue. Taking David's cock as deep into his throat as he could, and then sliding his mouth until he was off of David, Michael repeats this a few more times before David moans, "Michael."
Michael looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Yes?" he questions. "Did you want me to do something?"
The way David says his next words make Michael impossibly hard, "Make me come, Michael."
And then Michael says the only thing he can.
"Of course."
"I have to admit," Michael says the next morning, "that has got to be one of the best nights of my life."
David nods and smiles. "Hey, I'm going to take a shower," he declares, although it is quite obvious he doesn't want to leave the warmth of the bed or of Michael's arms. "You want to come take one with me?"
"As absolutely tempting as that sounds," Michael drawls, "everybody would be quite suspicious if we go down so late."
David guffaws. "All right, Mikey."
He turns to open the door to the restroom, but then realizes something, and turns back to tell Michael, but he sees Michael eyeing the silver band on his left hand.
Whatever happened to, 'Whoever said anything about going back?'
David turns away.
His tears are winning the battle.
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