Fic: The Prize II
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Summary: Michael and David engage in a competition to win the ultimate prize.
Author's Notes: Shortly after "Introducing Jason Castro"and before Underneath a Blanket Full of Daisies", this was my feeble attempt at American Idolslash. Certainly not my proudest moment (I reckon it's pretty darn bad actually), but I have so much fun writing this fic. Sometimes, you need to give yourself a break and just let loose. This is that story for me. This fic and my other fics can be found at Castrofics along with many great fics by some amazingly talented writers like this must-read fic, "The Eleventh Hour Linger".Otherwise, enjoy the story here and for visual aid, please check out Jason Castro Beautiful Slideshow.
The Prize II
After five torturous hours with David Archuleta, Jason finally had enough. As nicely as he could, he excused himself from the boy's room and headed back to his apartment he shared with Michael and David.
"Have to practice for tomorrow. I'm not an amazing singer like you are." Jason said and then left, leaving a young David Archuleta grinning from ear to ear.
"Thanks, Jason." Archie smiled, opening his eyes to find that his friend had left him.
Jason didn't wait to see Archie's reaction. It was the same Disney scripted, "Oh, me, no, thanks, you're too kind" reaction that Archie always displayed week after week whenever the judges praised his amazing singing voice. He took the split second opportunity when Archie had closed his eyes to bask in all the glory to escape the boy's room. He sprinted down the hall, slid past the sliding elevator doors, and headed a floor up to his apartment.
He dug into his pockets for the keys when he heard the first scream. He froze in front of the door. More screams ensued. The screams were more intensified, getting louder by the second, however, nothing was louder than the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. Jason panicked, fumbling for his keys with trembling fingers. He kept screaming for help, any help. After several long excruciating seconds, he found the right key and slid the key in the keyhole to open the door.
"Are you guys okay?" Jason shouted as he charged past David, knocking his friend to the floor. He was moving so fast with his adrenaline kicking in full gear that only Michael was able to stop him and he did so by tackling the boy to the ground, pinning him to the floor. Jason yelped in pain. Michael glanced down, smiling when he discovered the source of the pain. His knee was crushing the boy's genitals.
"Get off of me!" Jason shrieked.
When Michael didn't move an inch, David slammed his shoulder into Michael's chest, propelling him backwards on his ass. In one swift, choreographed move, David grabbed Jason's wrist, hauled the boy to his feet, twirled him around, and watched the look of horror washed over the boy's face as his eyes connected with the freeze frame of two fornicating males on the television screen. Panicked, David shoved the boy to the floor as Michael sprang up to catch his fall, taking the opportunity to grope the boy's ass before David ripped the boy from Michael's grip back into his arms.
"Let go of me?!" Jason yelled, struggling against David.
Not knowing what else to do, David released Jason. The boy fell flat on his ass. Both David and Michael rushed to his aid, reaching their hands to grab him when the boy yelled, "Stop it! That's enough. I'm not a rag doll you guys can throw around for sport." Jason raised his voice, the loudest both Michael and David had ever heard him yell.
The boy pushed himself off the ground and limped his way into his room. Before he closed the door to his room, he turned his head toward Michael and David.
"Next time you guys decide to watch porn, turn down the volume a little bit. I seriously thought you guys were being attacked." Jason said.
David wanted so much to just envelop the boy in his arms. Jason was the sweetest, kindest, caring human being he had ever come across. Before he could move an inch, Michael stepped forward and chuckled.
"Jason, baby, how sweet. But seriously, how the hell do you think you can stop an attack on us? Before you know it, you'd be on the floor writhing with a cock jammed up your pretty tight ass."
Jason gave no response. He turned on his heels and slammed the door shut.
Michael turned around to find a fuming David in his face.
"What the hell was that?"
"Just stating the obvious."
"I'm talking about the inappropriate touches earlier. We both agreed to keep our hands off the boy until we decide on a winner."
"It was an accident."
"Hey, look who's talking. I'm sure I'm not the only who touches the boy inappropriately. What about last night when I saw you fondling the boy?"
"He was asleep as you should have been. No harm done if no one knows about it."
"We need to decide on a winner soon. The boy is more delectable as days go by." Michael moaned into his fist. "How about another drinking match?"
"Nah. I don't think we should leave him. He seems really distraught by today's events. We should stay in, cook some dinner you know." David suggested.
Michael reluctantly agreed.