FIC: The Long Way Home, 4/4, Rated NC-17
Title: The Long Way Home
Author:courts
Email: css576@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
See part one for additonal headers and such.
Epilogue
The third day of their extended vacation started much better than the second for David. He woke up first, his head resting on Cook's bare chest. He lifted his head and smiled down at the man beneath him, realizing in that instant that whatever life they managed to carve out for themselves would be enough for him, as long as they could be together.
"You're staring at me," Cook said, his eyes never opening but his lips curving into a half smile.
"I was just thinking about how cute you are when you're sleeping," David told him. "Then you ruined it by waking up." Cook opened his eyes and smirked up at his companion. David kissed his stubbled chin and smiled.
"Feeling better this morning?" Cook asked and suddenly the mood was serious.
David kept smiling, though, and nodded at his boyfriend. "I am, yes."
Cook returned the smile and said, "Good, glad to hear it, babe." He yawned then, pulling his arms over his head to stretch languidly. "So, I was thinking we coul- Holy fuck!" he cried suddenly as he felt David's fingers reach down to wrap around his morning erection.
"Sorry, did I surprise you?" David asked with a grin that spoke of pure innocence.
"Um, ohhh," was all that Cook could manage as David's hand continued to fist him.
"I was thinking," David said as he moved down the bed to perch between Cook's thighs. "We never got a chance to do this all day yesterday. That's a shame, don't you think?"
Cook looked down as David dipped his head to run his tongue up Cook's length. He managed a jerking nod of his head and breathed, "Oh yeah . . . shame," before a groan erupted from him.
"I want to make you scream," David whispered, the words spoken so close to Cook's flesh that he felt David's lips brush his cock as he said them.
"Archie, oh God!" he cried as the younger man took him into his mouth. It wasn't the first time that David had performed this act, but he certainly didn't feel like he was an expert. He still took his queues from Cook on whether he was doing things right, still felt tentative in his own actions. But not that day. That day, he just followed his own instincts, moving his hands and tongue and lips over Cook with complete reverence and passion.
Only a few minutes had passed before Cook was saying, "Archie, I'm gonna . . . ohh, I can't, Arch, I can't." David knew that his lover was trying to get him to stop, to hold off so that they could reach that place together but, for once, David didn't listen. He just wanted Cook to be happy, to know how much he made David himself happy. And he wanted him to know that, despite his worries about his family and his religion and whatever else, David was still sure of this, of them. He knew that Cook was the only man he would ever love like this.
Cook clutched at David's shoulders. Then, realizing that the younger man didn't plan to stop, he touched David's cheek, tilting his head so that their eyes met as Cook felt his orgasm take him over. David watched as the pleasure crested and rolled through Cook's body, then he watched as the older man's entire body relaxed, his limbs going boneless with his release.
David crawled back up the bed, wiping his hand across his lips as he settled beside Cook once again. "I love you," he said simply as their eyes met.
"You know that I love you, too," Cook affirmed.
"We're okay, right?" he asked, his eyes searching Cook's for any sign of uncertainty.
Cook had to laugh. "After that? Uh, yeah, I'd say we're okay." He pulled David closer and laid a tender kiss to his lips before whispering, "Yes, Archie, we're definitely okay." It was what David needed to hear and he smiled as he laid his head on Cook's chest.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll rock your world," Cook promised even as his eyes slid shut.
David just sighed contentedly and said, "It's okay, I can wait a while."
"You're the perfect man, David Archuleta," Cook sighed. "And I *will* reciprocate, don't you worry about that." David wasn't worried. He knew they'd have plenty of chances over the course of the next few weeks to, as Cook put it, rock each other's worlds.
"I think you might be the best person I know," Cook said and even though his words were tinged with sleep, David could hear the sincerity as well.
"I highly doubt that," he said with a laugh against Cook's chest.
"No, I'm serious," Cook continued. "I don't deserve you. But don't get any ideas about that meaning I'm letting you go either," he added.
"I'd never let you," David assured him.
"Move in with me," Cook said suddenly.
David sat halfway up then, looking down at Cook like he'd grown a second head. "Excuse me?"
"I said," Cook repeated as he sat up and pulled David against him, "Move in with me."
"You know I can't do that," David countered.
"Why not?" Cook asked.
"Well, I mean, our careers, for one. Wouldn't TMZ love to snap a picture of me carting a crate full of underwear into our love nest."
"So, we won't put out a press release and we'll forgo the change of address notices," Cook offered.
"It's not that easy, David," the younger man said.
"It's as easy as we make it," was Cook's reply. He leaned back and looked David in the eye and said, "I love you, David James Archuleta. I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of my life. Since we know that won't happen unless we start touring together, this is the best bet I have to get as many mornings together as possible. You're here all the time anyway," he reasoned. "Now it'll just be permanent. *Our* place."
David started to protest again, but then he stopped. Ours. He liked the sound of that. "I'll still have to keep my apartment," he rationalized.
"TMZ will never know that you don't sleep there," Cook said with a nod.
"Can I bring my piano from my parent's house?"
Cook smiled and kissed his forehead as he said, "Baby, you can bring anything you want."
David found himself smiling as well and pulled Cook in for a long, slow kiss. They settled back against one another on the bed, David's head resting on Cook's chest again. David ran his hand in a slow circle over Cook's stomach and asked, "Are we really going to do this?"
Cook beamed as he replied, "Yeah, baby, we really are."
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The End
June 22, 2008
Author:courts
Email: css576@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
See part one for additonal headers and such.
Epilogue
The third day of their extended vacation started much better than the second for David. He woke up first, his head resting on Cook's bare chest. He lifted his head and smiled down at the man beneath him, realizing in that instant that whatever life they managed to carve out for themselves would be enough for him, as long as they could be together.
"You're staring at me," Cook said, his eyes never opening but his lips curving into a half smile.
"I was just thinking about how cute you are when you're sleeping," David told him. "Then you ruined it by waking up." Cook opened his eyes and smirked up at his companion. David kissed his stubbled chin and smiled.
"Feeling better this morning?" Cook asked and suddenly the mood was serious.
David kept smiling, though, and nodded at his boyfriend. "I am, yes."
Cook returned the smile and said, "Good, glad to hear it, babe." He yawned then, pulling his arms over his head to stretch languidly. "So, I was thinking we coul- Holy fuck!" he cried suddenly as he felt David's fingers reach down to wrap around his morning erection.
"Sorry, did I surprise you?" David asked with a grin that spoke of pure innocence.
"Um, ohhh," was all that Cook could manage as David's hand continued to fist him.
"I was thinking," David said as he moved down the bed to perch between Cook's thighs. "We never got a chance to do this all day yesterday. That's a shame, don't you think?"
Cook looked down as David dipped his head to run his tongue up Cook's length. He managed a jerking nod of his head and breathed, "Oh yeah . . . shame," before a groan erupted from him.
"I want to make you scream," David whispered, the words spoken so close to Cook's flesh that he felt David's lips brush his cock as he said them.
"Archie, oh God!" he cried as the younger man took him into his mouth. It wasn't the first time that David had performed this act, but he certainly didn't feel like he was an expert. He still took his queues from Cook on whether he was doing things right, still felt tentative in his own actions. But not that day. That day, he just followed his own instincts, moving his hands and tongue and lips over Cook with complete reverence and passion.
Only a few minutes had passed before Cook was saying, "Archie, I'm gonna . . . ohh, I can't, Arch, I can't." David knew that his lover was trying to get him to stop, to hold off so that they could reach that place together but, for once, David didn't listen. He just wanted Cook to be happy, to know how much he made David himself happy. And he wanted him to know that, despite his worries about his family and his religion and whatever else, David was still sure of this, of them. He knew that Cook was the only man he would ever love like this.
Cook clutched at David's shoulders. Then, realizing that the younger man didn't plan to stop, he touched David's cheek, tilting his head so that their eyes met as Cook felt his orgasm take him over. David watched as the pleasure crested and rolled through Cook's body, then he watched as the older man's entire body relaxed, his limbs going boneless with his release.
David crawled back up the bed, wiping his hand across his lips as he settled beside Cook once again. "I love you," he said simply as their eyes met.
"You know that I love you, too," Cook affirmed.
"We're okay, right?" he asked, his eyes searching Cook's for any sign of uncertainty.
Cook had to laugh. "After that? Uh, yeah, I'd say we're okay." He pulled David closer and laid a tender kiss to his lips before whispering, "Yes, Archie, we're definitely okay." It was what David needed to hear and he smiled as he laid his head on Cook's chest.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll rock your world," Cook promised even as his eyes slid shut.
David just sighed contentedly and said, "It's okay, I can wait a while."
"You're the perfect man, David Archuleta," Cook sighed. "And I *will* reciprocate, don't you worry about that." David wasn't worried. He knew they'd have plenty of chances over the course of the next few weeks to, as Cook put it, rock each other's worlds.
"I think you might be the best person I know," Cook said and even though his words were tinged with sleep, David could hear the sincerity as well.
"I highly doubt that," he said with a laugh against Cook's chest.
"No, I'm serious," Cook continued. "I don't deserve you. But don't get any ideas about that meaning I'm letting you go either," he added.
"I'd never let you," David assured him.
"Move in with me," Cook said suddenly.
David sat halfway up then, looking down at Cook like he'd grown a second head. "Excuse me?"
"I said," Cook repeated as he sat up and pulled David against him, "Move in with me."
"You know I can't do that," David countered.
"Why not?" Cook asked.
"Well, I mean, our careers, for one. Wouldn't TMZ love to snap a picture of me carting a crate full of underwear into our love nest."
"So, we won't put out a press release and we'll forgo the change of address notices," Cook offered.
"It's not that easy, David," the younger man said.
"It's as easy as we make it," was Cook's reply. He leaned back and looked David in the eye and said, "I love you, David James Archuleta. I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of my life. Since we know that won't happen unless we start touring together, this is the best bet I have to get as many mornings together as possible. You're here all the time anyway," he reasoned. "Now it'll just be permanent. *Our* place."
David started to protest again, but then he stopped. Ours. He liked the sound of that. "I'll still have to keep my apartment," he rationalized.
"TMZ will never know that you don't sleep there," Cook said with a nod.
"Can I bring my piano from my parent's house?"
Cook smiled and kissed his forehead as he said, "Baby, you can bring anything you want."
David found himself smiling as well and pulled Cook in for a long, slow kiss. They settled back against one another on the bed, David's head resting on Cook's chest again. David ran his hand in a slow circle over Cook's stomach and asked, "Are we really going to do this?"
Cook beamed as he replied, "Yeah, baby, we really are."
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The End
June 22, 2008