❝ you, my darling, will always be my little secret ❞
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life is a blur and a mystery. we learn this through a tale in which the wrong place, the wrong time and the wrong amount of alcohol accumulates in so much more than planned for simon cowell and...
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chapter seven: slight smut warning, notified by a • so skip over if you want.
wednesday
DAVID SLOWLY AWOKE to the smell of bacon, a small smile appearing on his sleepy face as he realised where he was. Glancing down at his attire, he snuggled further into Simon's oversized grey hoodie and sighed in comfort. He mustered up the energy to pull himself out of bed and headed downstairs. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Simon laden with bags of Mc Donald's breakfasts.
"Do you like Mc Donald's?" Simon asked, offering him a bag with a cheeky smile. He couldn't help but let his eyes leer over the tall man's figure, the majority of his legs exposed as all he wore was the familiar oversized hoodie and boxers. The collar of the hoodie had COWELL stitched on, visible when the hood was down.
David rolled his eyes, ignoring the man's stares and replying, "Stupid question. What d'ya get me?"
Simon glanced into the bag and answered, "Sausage and Egg McMuffin or Bacon and Egg McMuffin?"
David chose the sausage and egg, immediately tucking in and watching Simon as he ate. The mogul tapped away on his phone, his eyebrows furrowing as he realised what a busy day he possessed today.
"I've got three meetings this morning. Will you be alright on your own?" Simon inquired, tearing his gaze from his iPhone and onto David's brown eyes.
Despite feeling slightly sad that he wouldn't be able to spend the whole of his last day at Simon's house with the man, he contemplated on asking a friend round.
"Can I have a friend round while you're out?" David asked and smiled, scrunching up the empty wrapper of his breakfast and throwing it in the bin, along with Simon's. He used his hands to push himself onto the kitchen counter and sit down.
"Of course you can, sweetheart. Matt? You guys have made up now, right?" He answered and walked towards the man, leaning between David's legs, which hung towards the floor from the raised counter top, so their faces were about 10cm apart.
"Yeah, me and Matt are fine. I was thinking Jimmy?" David said quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and blushing as he felt his arm being brushed gently.
"Sure." Simon murmured, wrapping his arms around David's torso and pulling him close so their bodies were pressed up against each other, no space between them.
• As if by instinct, David wrapped his legs around Simon's waist and pressed their lips together, his arms going around the mogul's neck and deepening the kiss. He moaned quietly, interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Simon pulled away, reaching into his pocket before David grabbed his shirt and whispered,
"Ignore it."
Simon smirked a little and picked David up, his hands on the man's bum and he carried him onto the sofa and placed him down, before crawling on top of him and rubbing his jeans against the comedian's hips. His mouth trailed onto David's neck, and just as he began to kiss the man again his phone rang. David reached into the man's pockets as Simon hovered above him, answering the call much to Simon's amusement.
