Davids POV
I sit down on the sofa with a grunt, we're only halfway through the night and im already exhausted. Dont get me wrong, the auditions are alright, only a few bad ones but ive just been consistently tired lately.
I take out my phone and scroll through my notifications. Twitter, twitter, instagram, message, instagram, instagram, twitter and so on. I smirk at a funny comment and sigh, not bothered looking through it all I place it on the table and look up as Simon walks in.
He walks in, holding a cup of coffee and a snackbar. I grin at him "hey Si" I say in a smutty voice. He rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless "really, David?"
I watch as he puts his coffee down on the table and sits next to me, eating his snack. "Whaat" I pull a faux confused expression, propping my arm up on the back of the couch and laying my head on it, facing him.
"You know exactly what" he deadpans. I grin while biting my lip "what do you mean Si, I have no idea". I notice his eyes staring at my lips for a second before he shakes it off and reaches for his coffee "im not playing along today David". I pout and grab the coffe out of his hand.
He tries taking it back but I lean out of reach "no! I havent had any coffee I need some, Simon" I hold him back by pushing him back with one hand and bring the cup up to my mouth, taking a long gulp. It burns my tongue and I hiss at the pain when I finish drinking.
"Ow! This is your fault Si" I pout at him and stick out my tongue. He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the coffee while smirking at me.
"You drank it yourself its you own fault" he winks at me and sticks out his tongue too. I stare at him for a second, before prodding at his ribs "your fault!".
He snickers softly and pushes away my hand "d-dont!". I look at him puzzled, my grin forming to a mischievous one as i realize. "Are you-" I start, but he cuts me off and shakes his head frantically "nonononon im not!"
I slowly move my hands closer to his stomach again, he pushes away my hands "David dont!"
I stop for moment, waiting till he relaxes back on the sofa.
"Sheesh-" he never finishes his sentence. I push him backwards, having him laying completely down, and straddle his hips, pinning his arms down with my legs aswell.
He stares wide-eyed at me, looking confused. I grin at him, admiring him for a moment.
I shake it off and hover my fingers over his ribs. Smiling mischievously once again. His eyes go even wider and he begins struggling.
"You cant escaape Siimon" I say cheekily. Hes already practically giggling and I havent even touched him yet. "N-no David please dont-" I immediatly begin tickling his ribs and he struggles even harder, laughing as I pin him down.
"DAVID ST-" he laughs more as I run my fingers up to under his arms. "What was that?" I reply, stopping. He breathes heavily as his laughter dies down slightly "thank g-".
I begin tickling him again and his laughter cuts off his sentence again. "Sorry what did you say? Want me to keep going?".
He shakes his head unable to stop laughing. By now im leaning over him, staring at him with a soft grin.
I let him catch a break, placing my hands on his hips.
"Holy shit David please dont- nononO" I hover my fingers over his ribs again, making him practically panic again.
He finally wriggles a hand free from under me and places it on my chest, trying to push me away. "DAVID- STOP PLEASE AHAHA-"
I keep tickling him even more.
I bite my lip and lean completely over him, holding myself up by resting my forearms on the couch.
Hes still giggling, tears in his eyes and hair even worse than usual. He looks beautiful to me. "Bloody hell" he says as he finishes laughing, he looks up at me, smiling softly.
He tries wriggling his other hand out and I lift myself up slightly, letting him. I pin him down again, grinning.
Much to my surprise he brushes back a stray hair of mine, my breath hitches.
I hear a wolf whistle behind me and we both turn to look. Alesha and Amanda are smiling at us smugly "well whats happening here" Amanda says cheekily.
I look back at Simon, who is completely red in the face. "I-Uh- What no he was just- We were just-" he really cant seem to find his words. "Did you know Simon was ticklish?" I finally state.
He finally pushes me up, backing away and grabbing the by now cold coffee.
I fidget and fix my pants, crossing my legs, but smiling smugly aswell. My mind cant help but go back to the image of him laying there under me.
