#also fun fact the title of this fic is a willie john lyric!

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'cause i know you're gonna treat me right - davenzi fic [3/4]

heyo... i (@navollidiot) wrote this part from david’s pov, enjoy :)

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David can’t take his eyes off the boy sitting across from him.

He’s never exactly been the most adventurous person when it comes to dating, for a whole host of reasons, and logic follows that blind dates had always been pretty much off the table. But Omar had been insistent, and Amira had been so excited that he’d given in after several days of wheedling and coaxing from the two siblings.

And he’s never been more glad to have his reservations blown straight out of the water.

He had been worried that whatever mysterious guy Omar and Amira were setting him up with would be just another bland personality underneath a pretty face, but from the moment he’d locked gazes with those astonishingly blue eyes, half-hidden beneath a shock of blond hair, David had known that Matteo was something else. Entirely unexpected, and utterly intriguing.

They talk about everything and nothing in particular, coffees all but forgotten between them, and David notices that Matteo can never quite sit still, always needing to release his nervous energy somehow. He fidgets with his sleeves, his keys, the flaps of his wallet, talking all the while, even when he slides over the ceramic tin of creamers from the side of the table and begins stacking a little wall in front of himself, house-of-cards style.

It’s really fucking cute. Everything about Matteo is so cute. More than once, David finds himself staring at the way Matteo’s lips curl up at the edges whenever he’s trying to hold back a grin. After he finally manages to draw his first honest-to-God chuckle out of Matteo, David makes it his mission to make Matteo laugh as much as possible before the end of their date.

“I’m just saying,” Matteo waves a hand, “with all the shit that was going down during World War II, no one can be sure that the American military didn’t come into contact with extraterrestrials, because the aliens could have been like, ‘Hey, what the fuck are you doing?’ Everyone blowing shit up and dropping bombs and they might have been up there going, oh no, guess we gotta intervene, those silly humans back at it again. Hence, Roswell.” Matteo spreads his arms as if to rest his case.

“So you’re saying that the aliens are keeping tabs on us?” David is wheezing. He isn’t remotely aware of how they got on this topic, and at this point he doesn’t care.

“I mean, it’s not completely out of the question,” Matteo shrugs. “Sure, we might not be a threat to anyone but ourselves, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t entertaining to observe.”

David doesn’t say out loud that Matteo is indeed an excellent candidate for observation. His unruly, gravity-defying hair, his kind, sad eyes, his fingers that seem to always be twitching for something to touch, to grab onto. It’s all David can do to stop himself from reaching out to interlace his own hand with Matteo’s.

“So anyway,” Matteo lets out a giggle that makes David’s stomach do a backflip, “that was a very roundabout way for me to say that the place I’d want to visit most in America is Roswell, New Mexico. What about you?”

David doesn’t need to think about his answer at all. “Detroit.”

“Detroit?”

“Yeah,” David grins. “Best music city ever.”

Matteo nods thoughtfully for a moment. “Techno?”

“Not just techno. Rhythm and blues and soul, man, that’s where it’s at.” David pulls out his headphones and hands one end to Matteo before pulling up his playlist.

They listen to David’s favorite Motown artists for a good forty minutes, heads leaned in towards each other over David’s phone as he tells Matteo about the bigger names like the Supremes and the Temptations, Smokey Robinson and Diana Ross.

“But there was this one lady that most people forgot about, Mable John.” David scrolls through the list to find one of her songs. “Her little brother was Little Willie John. He was really famous, though he died young, but she’s still alive now. Nearly ninety years old, I think.”

He finds the song and hits play, setting down his phone and falling quiet as the piano introduction gives way to the lyrics. Matteo has one of his hands curled beneath his chin so he can prop up his head on one elbow, and his eyes are soft as they meet David’s.

“Little Willie and Mable remind me a lot of me and my sister,” David says quietly, looking away. He doesn’t elaborate why, doesn’t want to ruin the nice moment they have right now by talking about how he sees himself as the firework that would burn out fast but create a spectacle, while his sister is the candle that burns slowly and steadily through the darkest of nights.

But David thinks that maybe, in Matteo’s hands, his flame can stay lit a little longer.

Between them, Mable keeps singing, and David pulls up the lyrics on his screen for Matteo so he can understand what she’s saying.

getting myself back together is gonna be a big problem, i know but when the right man says he wants me you can bet i won't say no

Matteo looks at him again as the song goes through its final chorus, and his eyes are shining. David forgets how to breathe, maybe because Matteo is so close that he’s taken up all the oxygen between the two of them.

‘cause your real good thing is about to end

“It doesn’t have to,” Matteo whispers, as if in response to Mable. “This doesn’t have to end.”

your real good thing is about to come to an end

“I don’t want it to,” David whispers back.

The music fades as Matteo puts his hand on David’s cheek and brings him in for a kiss. It’s so very sweet and ends much too soon, so David doesn’t let him pull away completely. Rests their foreheads together, lines up his breathing with Matteo’s. He doesn’t say anything though, just smiles and curls his fingers into Matteo’s hair.

He’s pretty sure that their good thing has only just started.

to be continued

#druck #druck fic #davenzi #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #leafy #f: blind date #also fun fact the title of this fic is a willie john lyric!