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pierre/david

Dans Mon Café
Working Title: Dans Mon Café
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pierre Bouvier/David Desrosiers (Simple Plan)
Summary: David's mundane job at his aunt's café becomes a little more exciting when a local college student stops in late night.
Disclaimer: I don't own them and this is purely a figment of my overactive imagination.
Author's Note: I began this a while ago, but just recently had a huge revelation as to where it's going. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

Chapter Two


The next night, Pierre arrives at the café at ten o’clock on the dot and he knocks softly on the wooden frame of the door, flashing David a toothy grin as the other man walks to answer the door. David rolls his eyes as he unlocks the bolt and he pulls the door open to let Pierre into the establishment, “Just get in here, you jackass.”

“Hey, now,” Pierre shoots the other man a playfully stern look. “There’s no need for that language.”

David just smiles in return as he locks the door of the café and he heads back behind the counter, Pierre following him and assuming the seat he’d had the night before. While getting a clean mug out for Pierre’s drink, David looks over his shoulder at Pierre, “How was your internship tonight?”

Pierre shrugs, his eyes following David as the other man walks around behind the counter to prepare his caramel macchiato, “Same old, same old, you know?”

“What exactly do you do there?” David inquires as he puts a metal pitcher of milk beneath the steamer to froth before he perches himself on the stool behind the counter, watching Pierre as the other young man plays with packets of Splenda.

“What do you want to know? What I’m supposed to do, or what I really do?” A light smile toys on Pierre’s lips and he meets David’s eyes, “I’m supposed to be, like, helping with projects and presentations and stuff like that. I actually make copies, brew Folgers, send faxes and generally mess around on the Internet.”

Laughing, David shakes his head and slides off of the stool when the steamer finishes. He pulls the pitcher from under the machine and he pours it into a mug over a shot of espresso and caramel syrup, “Whipped cream?”

“If you don’t mind,” Pierre replies and David nods, retrieving a can of whipped cream from the small fridge beneath the counter. After covering the macchiato with the topping, David drizzles caramel over the top of it and slides the mug across the counter to Pierre, who takes it gratefully. “You don’t have to do this for me, you know.”

“I want to,” David picks up a rag and starts wiping down machines behind the counter. “It brings a little light into my dull day.”

Pierre smiles lightly and picks up his mug to drink, leaving a spot of whipped cream on his nose when he puts the mug back down on the counter. When David looks up at Pierre from cleaning the machines, he laughs softly and Pierre furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “What?”

As he sits back down, David shakes his head, “Nothing.”

“No, what is it? Did I suddenly turn hideous and disfigured or something?” Reaching up, Pierre begins feeling his face, “I mean, I don’t think I’m good looking, but I know I’m not a troll.”

Standing up, David steps to the counter and reaches over, using his fingertip to wipe the whipped cream off the tip of Pierre’s nose. He shows Pierre before licking it off his finger, “Just whipped cream. And you’re far from being a troll.”

“Thanks,” Pierre smiles lightly and he picks up his drink again, purposefully getting his nose in the whipped cream again so David will repeat his actions.

Over and over, Pierre gets topping on his nose and David proceeds to wipe it off, each time leaning closer to Pierre. One final time, Pierre gets whipped cream on his nose and, finally, David finds the courage to lean in completely and use his tongue to lap the whipped cream off of Pierre’s nose.

Caught just slightly off guard, Pierre inclines his head a bit as David finally tips down his head and kisses him on the lips, and Pierre pushes his macchiato aside so David doesn’t lean into it as they kiss. As he uses one arm to support himself on the counter, David slides his free hand over Pierre’s shoulder, holding gently onto the back of the other man’s neck as they continue to make out. Eventually, David starts to pull back and break the lip lock, his eyes opening and meeting Pierre’s for a moment before Pierre grabs him by the shirt and drags him back for another kiss.

The two make out over the café’s counter, kissing languidly for a long while before David hesitantly pulls his swollen lips away from Pierre’s, his voice quiet, “Now, it’s definitely past my bedtime.

After pulling David back for one short peck on the lips, Pierre nods, grazing his fingertips over David’s cheek, “Let me walk you home.”

“It’s out of your way,” David looks at Pierre, speaking sincerely. “You don’t have to go out of your way for me.”

“I’m just reciprocating,” Pierre tells him and a soft smile crosses David’s lips as he nods. Taking Pierre’s mug, he dumps the contents into the sink before putting the cup into the dishwasher. “After opening your café to me and providing me with free caffeine, it’s the least I can do.”

David nods in acquiescence and he leans the small of his back against the front of the dishwasher, looking at Pierre, “It’s not unwelcome, believe me. I haven’t had real, genuine company in here, or anywhere, honestly, since… Well, in a long while. But, I have to say, it’s kind of nice.”

“With a face like yours, I’d think you’d have a line of suitors that went out the door and around the block. Men and woman from miles around would flock to Montréal to have the chance with the gorgeous boy in the café,” Pierre quips and David’s cheeks tinge a light shade of pink at the other man’s comment.

“Once. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away,” David responds passively before disappearing into the back of the café. He returns a few moments later without his apron and with his jacket and he turns off the equipment behind the counter before stepping around to Pierre, “Are you sure about walking me home?”

“Absolutely,” Pierre offers him another smile and David boldly takes Pierre’s hand, leading him to the door and out of the café.

David locks the door behind him and shoves his keys into his pocket, his fingers curling into Pierre’s when he takes the other’s man’s hand again, “Thank you, Pierre. Really.”

“Don’t mention it. Like I said, it’s the least I can do to repay you for two of the best drinks I’ve had in ages that weren’t alcoholic,” Pierre replies and David snorts, covering his mouth with his hand for a moment before he tugs Pierre in the direction of his flat.

Pierre falls in stride with David as they begin walking down the sidewalk, stealing clandestine glances at the man beside him every once in a while as they make their way in the direction of David’s apartment. An easy silence falls over them for a few blocks before Pierre finally speaks up as David starts to swing their joined hands to and fro between them, “What made you kiss me back in the café?”

Turning his head to look at Pierre, David shrugs a shoulder slightly and a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “I don’t know. I like you. I think you’re cute. It just felt like the right thing to do in the situation.”

“I didn’t mind,” Pierre mirrors David’s smile. “I definitely didn’t mind.”

Exchanging broadening smiles, David and Pierre lapse into another comfortable silence until David slows to a stop outside of a florist. He gestures to the set of steps attached to the side of the building and then points to the second floor, “I’m up there.”

Pierre’s eyes follow David’s arm up to the windows set above the shop entrance and his eyes scan the outside of the apartment before nodding, “Looks quaint.”

“If quaint is a synonym for ‘the least spacious apartment in all of Montréal,’ I’d have to concur,” David laughs and gives Pierre’s hand a squeeze, which makes the other man’s eyes gleam for a few moments. “Thank you again for walking me home, Pierre. It was great.”

Giving David’s hand an affectionate squeeze in return, Pierre nods, “I think it might become a nightly ritual. If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. And come back to the café tomorrow night, okay? Promise?” David dances slightly from foot to foot as he watches Pierre in front of him.

Latching their pinky fingers together, Pierre brings them to his lips and kisses them before he nods, “I will, I promise.”

“You better. I know the general direction that you work in,” David jokes and Pierre laughs, giving David’s hand one last squeeze before he drops it.

“I wouldn’t miss a chance to have one of your world class drinks on the house,” Pierre leans in and lands a tender kiss on David’s lips. “And maybe a croissant or something.”

David steps away from Pierre and lets go of his hand, folding his arms across his chest and raising an eyebrow, “And maybe a croissant or something? Sweetheart, don’t go stretching your luck.”

As he feigns hurt, Pierre places a hand over his heart, “You wouldn’t do that for me?”

Shaking his head, David cracks a smile, “Of course I would. Anything you want, you’ll get. Even if I have to stay until one in the morning to bake it.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Pierre smiles and he steals on last kiss from the other man. “Now it’s way, way past your bedtime,”

David nods and turns a bit towards the door towards the covered set of stairs that leads to his apartment, “Yeah, I better head up.”

“Then until tomorrow, sweet prince,” Pierre lifts David’s hand to his lips and presses his lips to David’s knuckles before he lets go of David’s hand. “Ten sharp.”

“Ten sharp,” David nods in agreement and he smiles softly, taking his keys out and unlocking the door to the steps. He looks back at Pierre and smiles genuinely as the other man as he steps through the door, disappearing up the stairs. Pierre watches him until he hears the upstairs door bang shut and he lingers a little bit longer before a content smile graces his lips and he starts his walk home.




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