The Charade

Chapter 3

He walked out leaving David standing in the studio with a confused look on his face and a slight headache.

**

Later that same week, they were in the studio, a different studio, in the midst of recording.

David sat on the couch, watching Pierre in the booth, they hadn't really spoken since that afternoon, and tensions were running high. The rough patch between Pierre and David had yet to be smoothed over completely and the rest of the guys could tell.

Pierre and David hadn't said more than ten words to each other; usually you couldn't get them to shut up.

After a few hours they were finally alone again, David took full advantage of this and confronted Pierre and just like David did everything else, he wasn't very subtle about it.

He sighed heavily and Pierre looked up from what he was doing as David put his bass down none too gently.

"What's your problem?" Pierre asked and David just glared at him.

"I don't have a problem" David muttered

Pierre rolled his eyes and walked over to where David stood next to the mixing board.

"You're a terrible fucking liar David, you always have been"

"You're wife bought it..."

"Well I'm not my wife" Pierre pointed out

"You shouldn't even have a wife" David muttered again

"David..." Pierre glared at him "I'm not getting into it again..."

"We didn't even get into it the first time!" David yelled "You avoid the subject like the fucking plague!"

"I do not!" Pierre snapped

David just scoffed with a laugh "You do so!"

Pierre just rolled his eyes and David continued

"If you were fine with it, you wouldn't even need her, Pierre; she's a fucking security blanket!"

David saw the flicker of rage pass over Pierre's features and then what seemed like in the same fraction of a second, Pierre slammed him up against the edge of the mixing board, his hand clasped around David's throat.

David swallowed against his hand, but didn't move, he could feel the small knobs digging into his back as Pierre pressed against his front, their eyes locked on each other.

"If you were a real man you would just admit it"

Pierre squeezed a little harder, just like David knew he would, whenever he got under Pierre's skin he was always a bit more aggressive; and David fucking loved it.

He knew exactly what David was doing, and if that's what he wanted, he was going to get it but it hadn't stopped him from being pissed off any less.

"Did you fuck her the other night?" David asked, already knowing full well that he probably had.

He felt Pierre's fingers curl slightly on his neck and pushed a little further

"I'll bet you did," David answered for him "And I'll bet you fucking hated it"

Pierre watched the smile that slowly crept across David's features and it just made his blood boil even more. David was so fucking smug.

"Did you think about me while she had your dick in her mouth?" David continued "How much better I am at it?"