Fic: Twister, 1/1, Rated PG
Title: Twister
Author: courts
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real.
Rated: PG
Summary: David Archuleta doesn’t even know how to play Twister.
Notes: I can't even remember when I wrote this, to tell you the truth. It was comment fic for someone at cookleta, that's all I remember.
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"I don't even know how to play Twister," you argue, but it's no use. Cook's never going to let you get out of this that easily and why had you agreed to play truth or dare with them, anyway? And why does Jason have a Twister game on the bus? And why would that be what Cook dared you to do?
But then he's spreading out the mat and Michael's spinning the little wheel thingy and telling you to put your left hand on green, so you do. And pretty soon you are twisted up like a pretzel on the mat and Cook, who is challenging you to this game, is under you. He has one leg wedged between yours and his face is just below yours and, oh, that's why he wanted to play.
You hear laughter and look up to see the other guys heading out of the room towards the front of the bus. Jason stops to slide the door to the common room closed and suddenly you and Cook are alone and this is what he had in mind all along, you're sure of it.
"You know, you could have found an easier way to get rid of them," you say as you grin down at him.
"Probably," he nods in agreement. "But, I thought this would be more fun." And then he's leaning up to capture your lips with his and his hand leaves the red circle to travel down your body and, oh, that's a much better place for his hand, definitely.
You groan into his mouth and grind against his hand and don't even think about the other three guys up front and how they surely know what's going on back here because that would make you crazy. And, besides, there's not enough blood left in your head for your brain to process such thoughts. You just lay down against Cook and bring your hands up to tangle in his hair and think that you are really starting to like playing Twister.
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The End
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Author: courts
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real.
Rated: PG
Summary: David Archuleta doesn’t even know how to play Twister.
Notes: I can't even remember when I wrote this, to tell you the truth. It was comment fic for someone at cookleta, that's all I remember.
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"I don't even know how to play Twister," you argue, but it's no use. Cook's never going to let you get out of this that easily and why had you agreed to play truth or dare with them, anyway? And why does Jason have a Twister game on the bus? And why would that be what Cook dared you to do?
But then he's spreading out the mat and Michael's spinning the little wheel thingy and telling you to put your left hand on green, so you do. And pretty soon you are twisted up like a pretzel on the mat and Cook, who is challenging you to this game, is under you. He has one leg wedged between yours and his face is just below yours and, oh, that's why he wanted to play.
You hear laughter and look up to see the other guys heading out of the room towards the front of the bus. Jason stops to slide the door to the common room closed and suddenly you and Cook are alone and this is what he had in mind all along, you're sure of it.
"You know, you could have found an easier way to get rid of them," you say as you grin down at him.
"Probably," he nods in agreement. "But, I thought this would be more fun." And then he's leaning up to capture your lips with his and his hand leaves the red circle to travel down your body and, oh, that's a much better place for his hand, definitely.
You groan into his mouth and grind against his hand and don't even think about the other three guys up front and how they surely know what's going on back here because that would make you crazy. And, besides, there's not enough blood left in your head for your brain to process such thoughts. You just lay down against Cook and bring your hands up to tangle in his hair and think that you are really starting to like playing Twister.
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The End
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