I Just Wanted To, PG, David/Timo
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steins_storiesTitle: I Just Wanted To
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
steinsgrrl
Fandom: Panik
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: PG
Warnings: super!fluff
Summary: Timo wants to do something sweet for David.
Author's Note: this may get a part two
Timo cursed when he smelled the overcooked pancake. Abandoning the sauce he’d been pulling out of the refrigerator, he grabbed the spatula next to the stove and shoved the edge under that pancake, flipping it clumsily. It landed with half of it hanging over the lip of the pan, and Timo cursed again. He tried to push it back into the pan so that part could cook, but he was shit with a spatula, and all he managed to accomplish was to push the pancake around the edge of the pan.
“Fine!” Timo scowled and used his fingers to quickly pick the pancake up and tossing back into the pan. He breathed a bit easier now that it was all in the pan. He set the spatula down and started to prepare the tray.
“Okay, pancake is cooking, the strawberry sauce is ready, whipped cream, cantaloupe, the milk is poured. Got the newspaper.” He pulled the wooden tray from behind the table and opened it on the table. He arranged what he had ready on the tray and turned back to the pancake. It was a little over-done, but Timo didn’t think David would mind.
He scooped the pancake up with his spatula and slid it onto a plate. He slathered it in butter and drizzled strawberry sauce on it, large chunks of strawberry plopping onto the brown cake. Then he dropped a dollop of whipped cream right in the middle.
“Perfect.” He placed the plate right in the middle of the tray. Timo lifted the tray and headed toward the hallway. He carried it carefully, not wanting to spill the milk and have to start all over because everything was soggy.
But as he turned the corner out of the kitchen and got to the bottom of the stairs, he almost spilled it anyway. He almost ran, tray first, into David.
“Whoa!” David jumped back and clasped his blanket more firmly around his shoulders. “Hey, what’s all this?”
Timo thought quickly, trying to figure out what he would tell David about what he was carrying, but only the truth came to mind. Besides, he never could lie to David. Even if he tried to, David always knew when he was lying and busted him on it.
“I was, um..” Timo stuttered, suddenly self-conscious. He wasn’t really someone who often thought about doing things like this. “ I was bringing you breakfast.”
David just looked at him, his head cocked in adorable confusion, and Timo thought his blushing might set his face on fire.
“You’re doing what?”
“Bringing you breakfast.” Timo waited for it to sink in, but it didn’t seem to be sinking. “You know, in bed? Breakfast in bed?”
“Oh.“ Another moment later, and realization dawned on David’s face. “OH!”
“Yeah, ‘oh.’” Timo adjusted his grip on the tray, which was becoming quite heavy. “But it kind of requires that you actually be in bed.”
A smile spread over David’s face and he turned, running up the stairs, his blue blanket held tightly around him and billowing out behind him. Timo grinned and shook his head, following David up the stairs but staying far enough away not to get thwacked in the face by David’s blanket.
By the time he got upstairs, David was already tucked in their bed. Lying on his back, his blanket spread over him and pulled to his chin, he pretended to sleep. He even let out a terribly fake snore and a sleepy grunt.
Timo laughed and the tray jiggled, and he thought sure that the milk would spill this time. It didn’t, though, and he carefully placed the tray across David’s thighs.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Timo leaned over David, trying not to grin at how horrible David was at faking sleep, and kissed his lover on the forehead. As David’s eyes fluttered open, the look that was in them made Timo’s heart swell to near bursting.
David looked at him with such love, such adoration, that Timo could barely breathe. David wasn’t so good at faking sleep, but he could never fake a feeling like that.
He couldn’t resist kissing David then, not that he really resisted in the first place, but he figured the pancake would be getting cold. It didn’t matter. David was so ruffled when he woke up, his hair going everywhere, his eyes still a little puffy from sleep, and Timo had to kiss him. He had to.
He leaned over David, their lips connected lightly, chastely, before they both opened up. Their lips slid together and their tongues danced between them for a long moment and Timo almost forgot why he was there in the first place. He broke their kiss and stood up, pulling David with him by the hands. When David was sitting, Timo piled pillows behind him.
“What is all this for, anyway?” David asked as Timo slid the tray closer to David.
“I just wanted to.” Timo lay on the other side of the bed, watching David pick up the fork and stab a piece of cantaloupe.
David brought the cantaloupe to his lips before smiling and turning the fork, aiming it at Timo. When he figured out that David was going to feed him the melon, Timo opened his mouth and snagged it off the fork with his teeth.
David smiled and took his own bite of cantaloupe, moaning at how juicy and sweet it was. Then he dug into the pancake, taking bites that were too big for him, but David never really did anything small. Everything was too big for him, but somehow he always managed them.
The noises David was making over the food he’d brought made Timo think of other times when David made those kind of noises. He shushed his own head for thinking such things and took the paper from the tray, looking for anything to keep him occupied and not thinking about having David writhing under him. Making decadent noises. Sweating.
Timo grunted and opened the paper to the world news section. While he read, David continued to eat and grunt appreciatively. Before he knew it, David was done and had set his tray on the floor, but Timo didn’t realize it until he felt his tee shirt being lifted up and kisses planted on his belly. They worked their way up until a black head of hair with blonde roots pushed under his newspaper, wrinkling up the bottom and making it impossible to read.
David looked up at him from beneath the paper, still folded over the crown of his head.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Timo laughed, his eyes dancing.
“That was wonderful. Thank you.” David kissed Timo’s chest where he’d pulled the shirt up. Then he crawled up Timo, straddling him and pulling the paper away, tossing it on the floor.
“Hey, I was reading that!” Timo protested, looking down to where David had thrown the paper.
“No you weren’t. You didn’t turn the page the whole time I was eating.” David smiled at him knowingly.
Timo blushed and a shy smile curved his lips.
David kissed him on the nose, making Timo look up in surprise. “What was that for?”
David grinned at him and shrugged before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pajama pants and started to pull them down.
“I just wanted to.”
Author:
steinsgrrl Fandom: Panik
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: PG
Warnings: super!fluff
Summary: Timo wants to do something sweet for David.
Author's Note: this may get a part two
Timo cursed when he smelled the overcooked pancake. Abandoning the sauce he’d been pulling out of the refrigerator, he grabbed the spatula next to the stove and shoved the edge under that pancake, flipping it clumsily. It landed with half of it hanging over the lip of the pan, and Timo cursed again. He tried to push it back into the pan so that part could cook, but he was shit with a spatula, and all he managed to accomplish was to push the pancake around the edge of the pan.
“Fine!” Timo scowled and used his fingers to quickly pick the pancake up and tossing back into the pan. He breathed a bit easier now that it was all in the pan. He set the spatula down and started to prepare the tray.
“Okay, pancake is cooking, the strawberry sauce is ready, whipped cream, cantaloupe, the milk is poured. Got the newspaper.” He pulled the wooden tray from behind the table and opened it on the table. He arranged what he had ready on the tray and turned back to the pancake. It was a little over-done, but Timo didn’t think David would mind.
He scooped the pancake up with his spatula and slid it onto a plate. He slathered it in butter and drizzled strawberry sauce on it, large chunks of strawberry plopping onto the brown cake. Then he dropped a dollop of whipped cream right in the middle.
“Perfect.” He placed the plate right in the middle of the tray. Timo lifted the tray and headed toward the hallway. He carried it carefully, not wanting to spill the milk and have to start all over because everything was soggy.
But as he turned the corner out of the kitchen and got to the bottom of the stairs, he almost spilled it anyway. He almost ran, tray first, into David.
“Whoa!” David jumped back and clasped his blanket more firmly around his shoulders. “Hey, what’s all this?”
Timo thought quickly, trying to figure out what he would tell David about what he was carrying, but only the truth came to mind. Besides, he never could lie to David. Even if he tried to, David always knew when he was lying and busted him on it.
“I was, um..” Timo stuttered, suddenly self-conscious. He wasn’t really someone who often thought about doing things like this. “ I was bringing you breakfast.”
David just looked at him, his head cocked in adorable confusion, and Timo thought his blushing might set his face on fire.
“You’re doing what?”
“Bringing you breakfast.” Timo waited for it to sink in, but it didn’t seem to be sinking. “You know, in bed? Breakfast in bed?”
“Oh.“ Another moment later, and realization dawned on David’s face. “OH!”
“Yeah, ‘oh.’” Timo adjusted his grip on the tray, which was becoming quite heavy. “But it kind of requires that you actually be in bed.”
A smile spread over David’s face and he turned, running up the stairs, his blue blanket held tightly around him and billowing out behind him. Timo grinned and shook his head, following David up the stairs but staying far enough away not to get thwacked in the face by David’s blanket.
By the time he got upstairs, David was already tucked in their bed. Lying on his back, his blanket spread over him and pulled to his chin, he pretended to sleep. He even let out a terribly fake snore and a sleepy grunt.
Timo laughed and the tray jiggled, and he thought sure that the milk would spill this time. It didn’t, though, and he carefully placed the tray across David’s thighs.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Timo leaned over David, trying not to grin at how horrible David was at faking sleep, and kissed his lover on the forehead. As David’s eyes fluttered open, the look that was in them made Timo’s heart swell to near bursting.
David looked at him with such love, such adoration, that Timo could barely breathe. David wasn’t so good at faking sleep, but he could never fake a feeling like that.
He couldn’t resist kissing David then, not that he really resisted in the first place, but he figured the pancake would be getting cold. It didn’t matter. David was so ruffled when he woke up, his hair going everywhere, his eyes still a little puffy from sleep, and Timo had to kiss him. He had to.
He leaned over David, their lips connected lightly, chastely, before they both opened up. Their lips slid together and their tongues danced between them for a long moment and Timo almost forgot why he was there in the first place. He broke their kiss and stood up, pulling David with him by the hands. When David was sitting, Timo piled pillows behind him.
“What is all this for, anyway?” David asked as Timo slid the tray closer to David.
“I just wanted to.” Timo lay on the other side of the bed, watching David pick up the fork and stab a piece of cantaloupe.
David brought the cantaloupe to his lips before smiling and turning the fork, aiming it at Timo. When he figured out that David was going to feed him the melon, Timo opened his mouth and snagged it off the fork with his teeth.
David smiled and took his own bite of cantaloupe, moaning at how juicy and sweet it was. Then he dug into the pancake, taking bites that were too big for him, but David never really did anything small. Everything was too big for him, but somehow he always managed them.
The noises David was making over the food he’d brought made Timo think of other times when David made those kind of noises. He shushed his own head for thinking such things and took the paper from the tray, looking for anything to keep him occupied and not thinking about having David writhing under him. Making decadent noises. Sweating.
Timo grunted and opened the paper to the world news section. While he read, David continued to eat and grunt appreciatively. Before he knew it, David was done and had set his tray on the floor, but Timo didn’t realize it until he felt his tee shirt being lifted up and kisses planted on his belly. They worked their way up until a black head of hair with blonde roots pushed under his newspaper, wrinkling up the bottom and making it impossible to read.
David looked up at him from beneath the paper, still folded over the crown of his head.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Timo laughed, his eyes dancing.
“That was wonderful. Thank you.” David kissed Timo’s chest where he’d pulled the shirt up. Then he crawled up Timo, straddling him and pulling the paper away, tossing it on the floor.
“Hey, I was reading that!” Timo protested, looking down to where David had thrown the paper.
“No you weren’t. You didn’t turn the page the whole time I was eating.” David smiled at him knowingly.
Timo blushed and a shy smile curved his lips.
David kissed him on the nose, making Timo look up in surprise. “What was that for?”
David grinned at him and shrugged before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pajama pants and started to pull them down.
“I just wanted to.”
