the daughter - damon

frustration

David woke up in Simon's bed.

It was three years today. And almost a year since he was sharing his life with the most amazing man, the most wonderful partner he could have ever dreamt of.
"Hello darling...", a sweet whisper reached his ears.

Simon kissed his cheek, and got out of bed.
"You want some tea ?"
"I'll just have a coffee, thank you."
"It's okay..."

David flipped his pillow to have the cold side. He wasn't strong enough to get up.

He was thinking about his daughter. She would've been nineteen years old. Nineteen.

But she was gone. Vanished. Poof... Just like that.

And she had decided to do so. People say it feels better if that was the person's will, but it feels even worse. It feels like you didn't do enough for them. If you had tried just a tiny bit more, they would still be here, next to you, talking to you.

David felt empty. Something was missing. She was missing. His daughter was missing.

He finally found the courage to get up. In the huge bathroom, he put water over his face. Maybe that would wake him up a bit.

Every single morning, he hoped it would help him. He hoped he would find that zest of joy back. But it was like, somewhere in his mind, a light had turned off forever. It was over.

He wearily headed to the living room.
"There is your coffee, darling", Simon gently kissed him, giving him a mug.
"Thank you...", he smiled.
"Are you okay ?"

No answer. The author sat on the couch, took a sip of his coffee.
"David... ?"

The way the older man whispered that name always made David shiver. It was like a short melody. Only two syllables. Only one word. But a hundred feelings behind. And possibly a thousand significances.
"David, I asked you something."
"I- I know... I was thinking..."
"Would that mean no ?"

The author took a sip again, and stayed silent.
"I have a surprise for you", Simon quietly said.
"What is it ?"

The emotionless requirement worried the older man.
"There's a new...", he paused, let the suspense reign.

Seeing that David wasn't reacting at this teasing, he kept talking :
"There's a new BGT season starting today."
"Today ?"
"Today."
"With Alesha and Amanda too ?"
"Yes !"
"When is it ?"
"We'll go whenever you're ready. Remember, I'm the boss, I can decide when I go to work."
"Oh yeah, sure...", David seemed amused by his sentence.
"Whenever you're ready, David", Simon bent over his partner, putting his hands upon the couch's backrest, on both side of the author, dangerously (too) close.

David looked up, and stared right at Simon's eyes, almost defying him. Inside, he was exploding. Every single freaking time the older man was a bit too close, he was all shook up. That bloke had the power to sweep him off his feet literally every day. He was madly in love...

Simon came even closer, without even touching him. David resisted, fought himself, fought the urge to rush on those two small, eerily delicious, pink lips. He couldn't help gently smirking, when he got the most marvellous idea, before saying :
"I'm not in the mood, Daddy."

Simon's grin fell down, he released the fake prison, created with his arms, which helped David to escape, after having pecked the older man on the mouth. He washed the mug, headed to the bedroom, put on a black tuxedo, and as soon as he got out of the room, he looked at Simon, who was standing still in the living room, still shocked of what had just happened.
"Are you okay, Daddy ?"
"I like your outfit, bastard."
"I love you too."

Another peck angered Simon a bit more.
"Go put on your white t-shirt, Daddy..."

As the older man walked away from David, the author burst out laughing.

How great it felt to annoy his Simon !

About an hour later, Simon was driving, his left hand on David's right thigh. He increased the pressure as time passed by. Arrived in front of the studios, his palm was very next to the author's crotch. The older man looked at him for a second, but wickedly pressed his hand more strongly, then got out of the car.
"Daddy is not happy...", David muttered to himself, clenching his teeth to relieve the pain.

They both entered the studios, Simon lowkey happy of himself, David wanting a revenge.

In the room, the author was blinded by the dazzling lights, but when he sat next to Alesha, he was back in his comfort zone. He felt alive again.
"David, how are you late ?" the brunette kindly asked.
"Was with Daddy...", he mumbled.

She smiled, probably knowing way more than she should.

On the other side of the judges' panel, Amanda was asking Simon :
"You're only an hour late today, what's happened ?"
"That shitty guy dragged me here..."
"Are you talking about David ?" she smiled.
"Whatever. Let's start with these damn auditions."
"Are you angry ?"

No answer. Alesha and Amanda looked at each other, talking with their eyes.
"One minute !" a producer screamed backstage.

David put a smile on his face, not to show the pain he had to go through.

Simon put a smile on his face, not to show his fury.

And the show started.

A woman appeared, sang a crazy sensual love song, lap dance song, whatever. Deep in his guts, David wanted to stand up, but he resisted. An angry and frustrated Simon was the cutest. The older man glanced at him several times, dreading the moment, but secretly loving it. But no lap dance. He groaned in disbelief.

Usually, when he asked for something, literally everyone (and especially women) was fighting to realise it. It had always been like that.

David refrained to make smutty comments, which maddened Simon even more. It was funny to the author. The older man acted like a kid in a supermarket whose parents refused to buy him sweets.

Between two auditions, a man in the public yelled :
"Simon, are you gay ?!"

David smirked, before suavely answering, his mouth against the microphone on the desk :

a/n : hey yall !!!!
thank you so much for having read this chapter
have a fantastic morning/afternoon/evening/night
az :)