Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) [2/2]

Title: Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre Bouvier/David Desrosiers, slight David Desrosiers/OMC.
Chapter: 2/2
Summary: Pierre catches his girlfriend cheating on him, but just as he’s confronting her, another guy accuses the same thing. At first Pierre thinks his girlfriend has cheated twice, but it turns out, that this guy, David, was actually accusing the guy she was with. Sometimes the weirdest circumstances can bring two people together.
Beta: The epically amazing flora_et_fauna who helped me find an ending to this damn thing. Seriously, she caught the golden goose… or at the very least, she pointed me towards the little hut surrounded by yellow feathers and eggs that I kept managing to miss and walk right past, god.
Disclaimer: I own Liam, but other then that everyone else owns themselves. I’m just borrowing their personas for a little while ^^
A/N: Alright, so, this is the second part. It's in David's POV, and sorry to dissapoint you, but it's set after the hotel :P

Part 1



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Part 2

It had been three months since I’d first met Pierre, and in that time we’d become best friends.

We just had so much in common and got along great, we’d found ourselves hanging out at least once a week, every day if we could manage it. But despite our complete platonic friendship, about a month and a half ago I’d run into a small problem.

I kind of fell for him.

I had been kicking myself for it ever since I realised. Hell, I hadn’t even loved Liam over the year we were together and yet only a few weeks into knowing Pierre I was practically head over heels? Which, you know, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing except for the fact that, oh, hey. He was straight. It kind of made any relationship other than friends impossible.

I also didn’t want to tell him just to get it off my chest and have it ruin our friendship. If I did, I think Frank would kill me. The second he’d met Pierre, he’d approved. He downright told me the next day that if he was going to give me away to anyone, it would be to him. It wouldn’t happen though, and it sucked.

But at least he didn’t have a problem with me being gay. The one time we’d shared a bed at the hotel, I’d woken up curled around him and he’d just laughed before ruffling my hair.

He was completely fantastic, and I’d never hated heterosexuality more than I did now.

“David, dude. Is it really that hard to choose between salt and vinegar and barbeque?”

Blinking, I turned to my right. Pierre was holding two bottles of soft drinks, a popcorn packet and two bags of M&M’s. He was grinning at me.

I smiled back instantly. “It’s not my fault they both taste so good.”

He rolled his eyes. “Then we’ll get both.”

“What about the marshmallows, then?”

He laughed. “I’d never withhold marshmallows from you, David,” handing me the things in his hands, he continued, “You get the chips and take everything to the counter. I’ll go grab them as well as some ice cream.”

He made his way out of the aisle, and it wasn’t until he was out of sight that I sighed. This had become a somewhat monthly ritual between us. For one weekend each month, we’d pile up on junk food and crash at one of our apartments. It was a remake of the hotel weekend we’d spent together. We’d had so much fun that we’d planned to do it again as soon as we got home. This time we were at his house.

It was great and would be fun as hell, but it also meant I’d be at his place for two days, which meant seeing him in just his boxer’s tomorrow morning. It was like not eating for a week before being handed the forbidden fruit. I was honestly just waiting until I snapped and kissed him; it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Sighing at the thought, I juggled the objects in my hands before trying to reach for the two packets of chips. I wasn’t getting far. I kept having to stop moving and rearrange the bottles or grab the popcorn or M&M’s before they slipped out of my grasp.

I was about to give up and wait for Pierre to come back – if I wasn’t at the register he’d assume I was back here - when a voice asked, “Need some help?”

Stiffening, I turned my head to find Liam standing there. He was smiling that little innocent smile that I knew meant he wanted something.

Swallowing down the mix of hurt over what he did and the linger feelings I still held towards him, I replied neutrally, “No.”

I turned, fully intending to just walk away and forget about the chips, when he spoke again, “David, I want you back.”

I froze in place, amazed that I still kept a hold on the things in my arms as he continued, coming closer, “I’m sorry for what I did. It was a mistake and I never should have left you for her.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me tense despite myself. It didn’t seem to bother him. “I love you. Please be with me again.”

Drawing in a shaky breath, I thought about everything he’d said and done. How much I’d enjoyed being with him, the good times we had. But I also thought about Pierre. His smile and ease over everything. How he’d treated me from the start.

It didn’t take much to decide, as I turned to face him. “I accept your apology,” he smiled, but my next words made it drop, “But no, Liam. We’re over.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the glare he sent me wasn’t it. “I suggest you re-think that.”

“What?” I asked, stunned.

He snorted. “You think you can get anyone else? You’ve always fallen hard and never had your feelings reciprocated. I was the first and only person to give you the time of day. Do you really think that will change?”

“I-”

He cut me off. “Don’t even try and deny it, David. You know it’s true. You were a virgin when we got together, and even you thought that was pathetic. You were almost twenty-two, for fuck’s sake.”

I flinched, feeling my stomach curl with nausea. He needed to stop, could he please stop? “Liam-”

“And you don’t even look-”

“Piss the fuck off!” Pierre damn near snarled as he came up behind me.

I had barely started to turn and look at him when I felt arms wrap around my waist. If I wasn’t already tense from Liam’s words, I would have been then.

“He is my boyfriend,” Pierre growled, “So if you don’t stop saying this shit to him, I will make what Frank and Bob did to you sound fun.”

Liam flinched, a hand seemingly involuntarily going to his jaw. If I remembered correctly, Bob had almost broken it. Luckily, Mikey – Gerard’s brother – was a top lawyer; it made Liam too scared to try and seek legal action.

“You’re not his boyfriend. You were dating Caitlyn.”

Pierre gave him a sarcastic smile. “I think you of all people can understand switching sides.” He glared, but Pierre seemed uncaring as he said pleasantly, “It was sure nice meeting you again. Now go eat shit and die.”

Removing his arms from my waist, he grabbed my arm and led me past Liam, moving so he was between us. We went to the counter in silence and he paid before taking my hand and sharing the two bags between us as he walked me out.

“Pierre,” I murmured as we walked through the doors.

He shushed me and squeezed my hand tighter. “I still have ice cream and marshmallows at home. Not much, but it should be enough.”

I frowned, glancing at our hands, my stomach flipping pleasantly despite everything. “That’s not what I-”

“I know. We’ll talk when we get back to my place.”

I considered saying more, but I didn’t want to lose the contact of his hand linked with mine. I just mumbled an agreement and continued to let him lead me to his car. We put the bags in the back seat and he drove us to his place. The whole car ride was filled with silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t our usual comfortable chatter, so it instantly made me nervous.

I knew Pierre had just been doing that to get Liam off my back and to be a friend. He was protecting me. It didn’t mean anything, but fuck, just remembering him call me his boyfriend and his arms around my waist, holding me. I’d felt so safe and I’d never wanted to move away.

“David,” he said quietly, making me blink and refocus. We were outside his apartment complex. Great.

Nodding, I got out of the car, and together we went upstairs. Sooner than I wanted, we were inside, the bags were on the counter and I was sitting on the arm of his couch. He was standing opposite me, leaning against the kitchen’s doorframe, his arms crossed.

Chewing on my lip-ring slightly, I eventually just said, “You were doing that to make Liam back off. I get that, and thank you.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, a small crease to his forehead. “That’s what I was wondering about.”

I was confused. “Huh?”

“If you knew why I did it, why did it make you so tense?” My eyes widened slightly but he was continuing, “Not to mention, about a month ago you’d stiffen every time I touched or smiled at you,” he shrugged, “I ignored it and didn’t give you a hard time but…” he raised his eyebrows, “Care to explain it?”

I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat. Shitshitshit. He already knew.

“Fuck,” running a hand through my hair, I mumbled, “I am so sorry, Pierre.”

He nodded. “So you do like me then, huh?”

“You’re kind of hard not to,” I answered, flushing in embarrassment as I looked at the ground.

I heard him walk over and crouch down, making me lift my head slightly to connect our eyes. “I won’t lie. Frank told me about your feelings the day you’d confessed them to him.”

My eyes widened before narrowing in anger. “I’m going to kill that motherfucking-”

“David,” he said gently, making me snap my mouth shut. He smiled softly. “He told me so I could be prepared.”

I frowned. “Prepared?”

“He said you’d either end up kissing or confessing to me within four to six months of acknowledging it to yourself. He wanted to give me time to come up with a reply before you ran.”

I groaned, dropping my head to rest it in the palm of my hand. “At least you don’t hate me.”

“Of course not,” he snorted, “I wouldn’t have hated you, freaked out or let you run away even if I didn’t have any warning.”

I peaked out at him from between my fingers. “So this is you saying we’re okay?”

He smiled slightly. “Not exactly.”

Grabbing my hand, he pulled it from my face. He linked our fingers before he leant up and pressed our lips together softly.

My lips parted in surprise, but he didn’t deepen it, just pulled back. “I think this is a better response than just being okay, don’t you think?”

I felt a laugh bubble out of my throat before I gave a small nod. I leaned in and kissed him again, my free hand coming to lightly grip his shoulder.

We stayed there, kissing softly for a few minutes before he pulled back, still smiling. I tried to follow and kiss him again but he laughed. “My legs are going numb, dude. Come on.”

I pouted, but let him stand up all the same. Instead of moving away though, he used our linked hands to pull me against his chest. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, making me hum happily.

He chuckled, breaking the contact to say, “Are we actually going to eat the food we bought and watch the movie, or just make out all night?”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I questioned, “Make out all night?”

He shook his head, laughing slightly. “How did I know you’d pick that?”

“Because great minds think alike?”

“You just don’t want to watch the movie I picked, do you?”

I gave him an innocent look. “Never.”

He looked sceptical. “Uh-huh.”

“If I kissed you, would it be a successful change of the subject?”

“It would.”

I moved forward but then I paused, frowning. “Wait. Why are you kissing me?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Because we both like each other?”

I shook my head. “Yeah, but, I mean you’re straight and-”

“David. Why do you think Frank kept climbing on my back and whispering in my ear every time we hung out? Or why he blatantly pointed out hot guys and asked the whole group’s opinion?”

“He was being Frank?”

Pierre chuckled slightly. “More like he was persisting in proving to me that anybody who can snuggle in bed with a gay guy or hug them tightly for minutes on end when they looked upset isn’t as straight as they project,” he shook his head slightly, “He was right-”

My lips were pressed to his before he’d fully finished his reply, but it was okay, because his arms came around my shoulders and it was perfect. And I knew without a doubt, that unlike Liam with Caitlyn, this would never hurt.