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pierre/david

Dans Mon Café
Title: Dans Mon Café
Rating: NC-17
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 / Chapter Three

Chapter Four

“You’re going to make me gain so much weight,” Pierre complains as he lies on the rubber mat covering the floor behind the counter of the café while David straddles his hips.

“Hush,” David laughs as he holds out another spoonful of tiramisu to Pierre. “You go to the gym twelve times a week.”

Wrapping his lips around the spoon David offers him, Pierre swallows the dessert, licking his teeth before speaking again, “Doesn’t matter. I’m still going to gain fifty million pounds if I stay with you.”

“Which you’re going to,” David states matter-of-factly and scoops another spoonful of tiramisu off of the plate on the floor beside him only to have it turned into his own mouth when he offers it to Pierre.

“What makes you so sure of that?” Pierre raises an eyebrow as he watches David get a taste of his own medicine.

David swallows the tiramisu and pauses for a moment before speaking, “Because I… Because you just will. I’m that fabulous.”

“What were you going to say?” Pierre takes the spoon from David’s fingers and places it down on the plate, his hands moving to rest on the other man’s hips while he looks up at David. Averting his gaze from Pierre’s, David just shakes his head and Pierre slowly begins rubbing David’s sides, speaking quietly, “Come on, David. You can tell me. I won’t tell a soul.”

As he pulls his eyes from looking at the ridges in the rubber mat, David meets Pierre’s eyes again and a slight uneasiness passes across his features before he says, “I love you, Pierre.”

Not missing a beat, Pierre turns his head, cupping his hand around his ear, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I love you,” David repeats, his cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink. “I really, really love you.”

“Come again? Just one more time, I didn’t catch what you said,” Pierre fights back a smirk as he watches David, the smile fighting its way across his face showing his eyes.

David laughs as he listens to Pierre and he playfully hits the other man in the stomach, “You’re an asshole, do you know that?”

Contentedly smiling, Pierre rolls them over, David’s back now against the mat while Pierre lies between his legs. He leans down and catches David’s lips in his, pulling back before speaking, “I know I’m an asshole, but hopefully admitting I love you, too, will detract from all my bad qualities.”

“I think it will,” David replies, circling his arms around Pierre’s neck and pulling him down for another kiss. The two men fall into languidly making out while they lie on the floor until there’s a banging at the door and David groans softly, squeaking out from beneath Pierre. He pushes himself to his knees and peers over the counter to the door, yelling out to the young woman standing in the doorway, “We’re closed.”

When the girl at the door sneers and finally walks away, David sinks down into a sitting position, glancing up at the clock hanging up on the wall above all the machines and shelving behind the counter, “Damn, it’s past midnight.”

“Come on, babe,” Pierre climbs to his feet and helps David stand up. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Will spend the night tonight?” David inquires as he takes his apron off, looking hopefully at Pierre.

Sliding his arm around David’s shoulders as they walk to the door, Pierre nods, smiling, “It’s about time you asked. It’s been, what? Two and a half months?”

“I had to see if you were worthy,” David states boastfully and he lets Pierre step out of the café first, following him out the door and locking the latch behind him. “And you are. You’re very worthy. Just like your predecessor.”

Pierre continues to smile subtly and he takes David’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they walk towards David’s apartment, “Just remember I’m not Jeff. I’m not a bald, badass musician who rides a bike. I’m Pierre. I’m a full-time student and kind of a loser.”

“I know you’re not Jeff. I remind myself of that all the time and do my best to not compare you to him. Though I don’t think you’d look too terrible bald,” David squeezes Pierre’s hand and he smiles coyly as the man beside him reaches up with his free hand to run a hand protectively through his shaggy hair.

“I think I’ll pass on that one,” Pierre grimaces slightly, toying with his hair for a few more moments before he drops his hand back to his side.

David laughs softly and they fall into an easy quiet once more. After a few more minutes of walking, they reach the store front nestled beneath David’s apartment and David pulls out his keys, unlocking the door and mounting the stairs. Pierre follows him up to the apartment and steps inside after the other man, immediately turning David around and connecting their lips like they had been earlier in the evening.

Groaning softly against Pierre’s lips, David reaches around the other man and bolts the door before he curls his fingers into Pierre’s shirt, pulling Pierre backwards towards his bedroom. David shoulders the door to his bedroom open as he continues to kiss Pierre, groping for the light switch for a moment before he gives up and allows Pierre to push him through the dark to the bed in the center of the room. When the backs of David’s knees hit the edge of his mattress, he pulls his lips from Pierre’s and kicks his shoes off before he climbs onto his bed, taking hold of Pierre and pulling the other man on top of him.

As they kiss atop the covers, the two men gradually strip each other of their clothes, Pierre’s shirt landing on the lamp on the table beside the bed and David’s black briefs disappearing in the crack between the dresser and the wall. David presses his body flush to Pierre’s once they’re both completely naked and he captures Pierre’s lips again, his hand dropping to Pierre’s hardening cock as they begin kissing once more, David languidly stroking Pierre as their tongues roll against each other.

When Pierre hesitates to reciprocate David’s actions, David breaks his lips away from the other man’s, his voice low and half joking, “What’s the matter? Never done this before?”

“Not with a man,” Pierre answers him just as softly and turns his head slightly to avoid David’s gaze.

Pushing himself up onto one arm so he can hover above Pierre, David looks down at the man lying beside him, “How do you mean? Like, you’re bi?”

Pierre shakes his head and his cheeks flush deeper than the pink they already were from their actions, “No, I’m gay. I’m sure about that.”

“But you’ve never been with a guy?” David purses his lips and knits his eyebrows together. “I don’t get it.”

Shaking his head once more, Pierre shifts to look David in the eyes again, “I don’t get out very much and I’m not too social. Not to mention picky. I’ve had the chance, but I didn’t go through with it. I’m shy around people that aren’t you. I’m just chicken.”

“There’s no need to be chicken, babe. Especially not with me. I’m a good teacher, I promise,” David smiles sympathetically and lowers himself back down onto the bed. He graces his thumb over Pierre’s cheek before dropping his hand to gingerly take Pierre’s, placing it on his cock and kissing Pierre, “Do what you do that really gets you off.”

Pierre pauses for a moment in thought before he curls his fingers around David, starting to stroke his length. After a few moments, he reaches his free hand between David’s legs, massaging his sac and making David moan. Pierre continues, changing up the movements of his hands every so often as he jerks David off, stopping when David reaches down and stills his hands.

“Can’t have me finished before we even get started,” David murmurs against Pierre’s lips as he kisses him. The two men lock lips for another few minutes with some light touching thrown in until David breaks away once more, opening his eyes and looking at Pierre, “Think you’re ready for the main act?”

Nodding, Pierre watches David as he sits up and opens the drawer in the table beside the bed, “It’s just like fucking a girl. How hard can it be?”

“It is not just like fucking a girl,” David retrieves a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth. “Men aren’t complicated down there, unlike women, but an ass is a hell of a lot more delicate than a pussy. You have to know how to work it right.”

“And you’re going to show me?” Pierre watches David’s hands as he pinches the tip of the condom and slowly rolls the rubber down Pierre’s length.

David nods and procures a bottle of lube from his bedstand after he’s through putting the prophylactic on Pierre. He squeezes some of the liquid onto his fingers and tosses the bottle aside before coating his fingers, turning so his ass is to Pierre as he sits up on his hands and knees, “Now, pay attention.”

Fixing his eyes on David’s hand, Pierre watches as the man in front of him slowly eases a finger inside himself. As he starts to slide his finger in and out of his entrance, David moans, his free hand tangling in the sheets as he stretches himself. He adds a second finger after a few moments, pulsing it in and out of his body as he had with his first, and he looks back at Pierre, softly urging him on, “Give it a go.”

Pierre pushes himself up to kneel behind David, picking up the bottle of lube and coating a few of his fingers, “Two?”

“Yeah. Just go easy, your hands are bigger than mine,” David moves his legs a bit further apart and slides his fingers out of his entrance, watching Pierre over his shoulder as the other man situates himself behind him.

Holding onto David’s hip with one hand, Pierre presses his index and middle fingers into David, moving them just the way David had shown him. A string of low moans and whimpers leaves David’s lips as Pierre picks up where he’d left off, and as Pierre’s fingertips brush the right spot, David groans a bit louder. He reaches back and circles his fingers around Pierre’s wrist, stopping the other man’s hand, “Just put a little more lube on the condom and then we’ll get to the real fun.”

Pierre slides his fingers out of David and follows David’s instructions, coating the condom on his cock in a thin layer of lube and tossing the bottle onto the floor after capping it. He moves behind David once more, teasing David’s entrance with his fingertips, mirroring what David had done to him during foreplay, “Now this part, this is just like fucking a girl.”

Laughing lightly, David glances at Pierre over his shoulder, “You’re not going to give that up, are you?”

“Hey, it’s what I know,” Pierre leans down and kisses the back of David’s neck, dipping two fingertips into the man beneath him. “Slide it in and go to work, right?”

“Right,” David purrs as Pierre fingers him for another few moments. “Just take it slow. No need to rush. We can work the fine, little details out later.”

After he takes his fingers out of David, Pierre lines himself up with the other man’s entrance, gradually guiding himself into David and moaning at his tightness. He continues to ease himself in until David makes a soft noise of discomfort, and Pierre stops, resting his hands on David’s hips, “Are you alright? We don’t have to do this, David. I don’t want to hurt you. We can…”

“Pierre, I’m okay,” David cuts him off. “It’s just been a while since I had the real thing.”

“Are you sure?” Pierre leaves himself buried inside of David as he reaches around with one hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip of David’s erection.

A soft whimper escapes David’s lips and he closes his eyes as he replies, “Oh, yeah. I’m very sure.”

Waiting a few moments longer so David can adjust to his length, Pierre finally pulls back his hips and starts a slow, even pace of thrusting into David. He continues to stroke David’s erection as he moves and David moans, pushing his hips back into Pierre’s, “Mm, you’ve got it.”

“Good,” Pierre smiles lightly, adding a slight roll of his hips to every thrust, which gains another whimper from the man beneath him. Their moans intertwine

Pierre keeps his steady pace up as he fucks David from behind, his thighs pressing into David’s ass with each thrust. Their moans intermingle and echo off the bedroom walls, David’s increasing in pitch as Pierre begins to tap his prostate every time he enters David. Taking this as a queue that he’s doing something right, Pierre aims to hit the same spot as he continues to move in and out of David and, eventually, David's elbows start shaking so much he has to lean forward on his arms. Pierre strokes a few more times before David climaxes over the his hand, contracting around Pierre and moaning his name as pleasure reaches out to touch the tip of every nerve.

As David spasms around him, Pierre groans, pushing himself into the other man’s even tighter entrance a few times before he releases himself into the condom. He rides out his orgasm, leaning over and pressing his chest to David’s back as he thrusts into David a few more times, gradually stopping. Pierre pants to catch his breath and David reaches back, idly stroking Pierre’s hair as their breathing falls in sync and satisfaction finishes coursing through their veins.

After Pierre pulls out of him, David lies down on the bed and stretches himself out on his side, watching as Pierre ties off the condom and tosses it into the trashcan across the room. He wraps an arm around Pierre’s waist when the other man joins him on the bed and he kisses him, “You did good, grasshopper.”

Pierre laughs and presses his lips to David’s in return, “Well, I have to say you’re a very good teacher.”

“Oh, am I?” David lifts an eyebrow, sliding his hand down Pierre’s back and squeezing Pierre’s ass. “Then what do you say we move on to lesson two?”

Pierre murmurs contentedly as David squeezes his rear, “I’m all ears, teach.”




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