Fic: Forever Yours, 1/2, Rated NC-17
Title: Forever Yours
Author: courts
Disclaimer: Wait, those voices in my head aren't real? Oh, then I guess I own nothing.
Rated: NC-17, for the pr0n, yo
Summary: This comes after Gathered Together and The Long Way Home in my little universe. Cook and Archie figure out that distance really does make the heart grow fonder.
Notes: Okay, so this was supposed to progress the story a little more, but it ended up mostly being sap and sex. Which, happen to by two of my favorite things, so I guess I can't complain too much. The title and lyrics belong to Journey. Jess and I decided that 'Faithfully' is their song b/c it fits them so well. Aww, bbs!!
Thanks: Thanks, of course, to the best beta in the universe: mrs_viola_swamp. Eventually she is going to get sick of me and then I will have to retire from cookleta. ily babe!!
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Part One
wondering where i am, lost without you
David Cook ran through the airport, attempting to look at his watch while still avoiding the mad crush of people coming and going through LAX on a Saturday afternoon. 'Stupid fucking People magazine,' he thought as he dodged through the crowd toward the exit.
It was supposed to be his vacation. He'd told his manager, Charlotte, in no uncertain terms that he was *not* working for the next two months. No recording, no guest appearances, no photo shoots, nothing.
"But it's People Magazine. The Sexiest Man Alive issue, Dave. You beat out George Clooney for crying out loud," she'd reasoned. How could he say no?
He had, though. He'd said no, told her to tell them to give it to someone else. But then David had stopped him. "You can't turn this down, Cook," the younger man had said to him. "This is huge! Besides, it's just one photo shoot."
'One photo shoot that turned into five,' Cook thought. And then there were the interviews afterwards. Now he'd been gone for three full days, three days that were supposed to belong to he and David now belonged to the rest of the world. Cook struggled against the indignity of pouting, but really it just wasn't fair.
And now, to top it all off, he was going to miss the Dodgers game. Michael had gotten them tickets in one of the private boxes and Cook had been really excited. The Dodgers were playing the Royals, which was huge. Since the teams were in different leagues, they almost never met during regular season play, and Cook had never gotten to see them at Dodgers Stadium. Plus, the box they had was just going to be the four of them: Cook, David, Michael and Carly. No one would be able to see them so Cook could watch the game with his boyfriend without worrying about touching David too much. If he wanted to lean over and kiss him, by God he would. He would, that is, if he got to the damned park on time.
Reaching the exit, Cook ran out to the curb and hailed the first cab he saw. He wasn't worried about his luggage. He'd already phoned Charlotte while the plane was taxiing in and had her arrange for someone to drop it by his house later. Sometimes fame did have its perks. Right about that moment, though, Cook was having a hard time seeing them.
"Dodger Stadium," he told the cab driver as he closed the door. "There's an extra twenty in it if we make it within ten minutes."
The ballpark was only a short drive from the airport, but it was nearly 1:30pm already and the game had started at one o'clock. Cook had already called David and told him he'd be running late due to his flight being rerouted, so his three companions were meeting him at the park. Michael had left his ticket at Will Call and told him how to get to their seats. Now, all Cook had to do was get to the stadium.
He'd woken up that morning thinking about this. Not that he was *that* excited about a baseball game. Sure, it was his team and that was cool and it was a chance to have a semi-normal outing with David, which was also really cool, but more than anything Cook was just excited about seeing his boyfriend again. Since they'd started their vacation together a few weeks before, Cook had quickly grown used to spending the majority of his time with the younger man. He loved waking up to find David beside him, spending most of their day hanging out, and then falling asleep in the same bed every night. David wasn't officially moving in with him until the next afternoon when Michael had agreed to help them haul his stuff over, but to Cook it already felt like David's home as much as his own.
The driver pulled up at the stadium entrance, having made record time, and Cook thought that finally something was going right for him that day. He pulled a one hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed to the guy, saying, "Keep it, man, thanks," and dashing away, ignoring the thank you that the cabby called after him.
Skidding to a stop at the Will Call window, Cook knocked on the glass and said, "Cook, there should be a ticket waiting for me?"
The woman behind the glass obviously recognized him, as did several others around them because Cook heard the familiar buzz of whispers begin at his back. He had to hurry and get inside before this turned into an autograph session. As much as he loved his fans, they didn't stand a chance when he had to choose between them and the man he loved.
Smiling up at him, the woman slid Cook's ticket through the window. He grabbed it, calling his thanks over his shoulder as he hurried inside.
It took another agonizing ten minutes for Cook to get into the park and find his seat. He was just glad he'd remembered to pull on his baseball hat and sunglasses as he'd dashed inside or surely he'd have been recognized. As it was, he arrived at the correct box number just before two o'clock. He'd missed an hour of the game, but at least he'd made it.
As he opened the door, Cook was already smiling. "Hey folks!" he called and three heads spun around towards his voice.
"Davey!" Michael bellowed as he stood and clapped his friend on the back. "We were just wondering what in the hell was keeping you, man."
Carly smiled up at him from her seat and reached out a hand to grasp his. "Hey there, you sexy beast," she teased and Cook rolled his eyes and smiled.
Then, as if by some force of nature, his eyes were drawn to the one person who hadn't called out to him upon his arrival. Sitting on one of the plush sofas in the enclosed box, David Archuleta was turned sideways in his seat, looking back over his shoulder at Cook.
Cook felt his whole body tingle at the sight of the younger man. He'd missed David every day that he'd been gone, but seeing him again only made him realize just how much. He wanted to run across the room and grab him and kiss him breathless, but Cook was pretty sure that David wouldn't like it if he attacked him in front of their friends, so he tried to rein himself in.
"Have a seat, man," Michael said, waving his hand towards the seat next to David. Cook walked around and sat, touching David's leg as he did.
"Hey babe," he said softly to the younger man and David's eyes lit up immediately. He reached to cover Cook's hand with his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. David was wearing jeans and an Abercrombie tee shirt; his head covered by one of Cook's Royals caps. Cook reached up to tug at the brim of the hat and David grinned.
"So, sexy boy, how was the trip?" Michael asked.
Cook, still staring at the younger man before him, took a few seconds longer than he should have to answer. "Hmm? Oh, um, yeah. It was all right. I guess the pictures turned out okay, but I thought I'd never get back here." He looked back at David with those last words and again they grinned at each other.
"So, there's this baseball game . . ." Michael started teasingly.
"Oh, stop," Carly said as she swatted at him. "Let them alone. They haven't seen each other in days."
"They live together now, they can do this at home," Michael countered, but his voice sounded highly amused.
Cook swallowed, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't completely embarrass David, but it was a toss up between 'damn you look good' and just crawling into his lap and attacking him and Cook was fairly certain that David wouldn't find either of those appropriate. He was just about to say the hell with it and go for the lap, when Carly stood up and saved the day.
"Well, I think we're out of beer," Carly said suddenly as she rose from her seat.
"What?" Michael said. "All we have to do is call and they'll bring us-"
Carly clamped her hand across her husband's mouth and said, "I *said*, we are out of beer," she repeated. "Come on, then, love, let's take a walk, shall we?"
Michael rolled his eyes, but he obeyed her command and got up to follow his wife out the door. "You two behave yourselves while we're gone," he called over his shoulder with a laugh, and then the door closed.
At the sound of the latch clicking shut, Cook opened his mouth, ready to tell David exactly how much he'd missed him and how great he looked in those jeans and how- "Umph!"
His thoughts were cut short, however, by the younger man's tongue in his mouth.
David had swung his leg over Cook's lap so fast that the older man hadn't registered the movement until his boyfriend was already on top of him. He grabbed Cook's head, pulling their mouths together for a fierce kiss that stole Cook's breath. By the time they came up for air, Cook felt light-headed.
"Damn," Cook stammered, as he struggled for breath. "Hello to you, too." His head was spinning as he tried to assimilate the situation going on around him. This was so unlike his boyfriend. Usually it was Cook doing the attacking and David doing the submitting, but suddenly it seemed that the tables were turned. Cook was just thinking how incredibly hot that was when he felt David's tongue slide across his neck and up to his ear.
"I missed you so bad," he whispered and the words traveled straight into Cook's ear and to his dick. He groaned in response, unable to form any words. David ran his tongue along the outer edge of Cook's ear, nipping lightly at the lobe with his teeth.
"Uhh!" the older man cried out in a husky whimper as a shiver ran through his entire body. Before he had time to recover at all, David dipped his head and latched onto Cook's neck with an uncharacteristic fervor. Cook cried out, his words completely unintelligible as his mind scrambled to catch up to his body.
"Missed you so much, so much," David was saying as he ran his hands over Cook's chest, reaching the bottom of the Royals jersey that he'd changed into before leaving New York, and skimming his hands underneath it to make contact with Cook's bare flesh.
They were still sitting on the couch, David straddling Cook's lap and moving, practically writhing, against him. It was so incredibly hot that Cook had to bite down hard on his own lip to keep from losing control. "Baby, baby," he said breathlessly as David returned his attention to Cook's neck, "As much as I hate to say this, you're gonna have to stop that before I embarrass myself here."
David lifted his head back up, meeting Cook's eyes and Cook actually gasped at the pure lust he saw reflected back at him. "I need you so bad, Cook," the younger man whispered, his breath dancing over Cook's skin like fire.
With a groan, Cook threw his head back, letting it hit the back of the couch. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" As if in reply, David reached down and ran his hand over the hard bulge in Cook's jeans. "Ohhhh!" he cried.
And then, as quickly as he'd gotten himself there, David was gone from Cook's lap. He had moved down to the floor, kneeling in front of Cook, one hand on each of Cook's knees. "Let me help you with that," he offered and Cook thought his eyes might pop completely out of his head.
David Archuleta, his Archie, who got embarrassed if Cook put his tongue in his mouth with Michael or Carly in the room, was kneeling on the floor at a major league stadium, his fingers working on the button to Cook's jeans, and offering to give Cook a blow job. If this was a dream, it was by far the best one that David Cook had ever had.
The sound of his zipper being pulled down was incredibly loud in the enclosed space and Cook found himself holding his breath, watching in awe as David coaxed Cook's hips upwards and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. Cook's mouth went dry as the younger man ran his hands over Cook's thighs, coming all the way up to circle his hips before giving Cook a hard jerk forward, stopping him to rest at the edge of the couch.
He couldn't believe that David was actually going to do this. Cook was sitting there, watching as all of this took place, and still he thought he must have been hallucinating. There was no way that Archie was going to suck his dick in a public place with Michael and Carly probably on their way back and who knows how many people milling around outside. The door wasn't even locked.
And then David dipped his head and swallowed Cook's length and suddenly he believed.
Cook threw his arm over his face, trying to stifle the groan that erupted from him as David moved his lips and tongue over him. David's fingers were pressing into Cook's legs as he moved faster. He was humming softly, the sound traveling through the older man, and Cook wondered idly when David had picked up that trick. He couldn't concentrate long enough to care, though, because David's hand was reaching up to grasp the base of his cock and Cook felt his eyes rolling back in his head. He struggled to keep his hips still, but he couldn't hold back the needy little grunts that were escaping from him as David took him deeper.
Cook gripped David's shoulder with one hand, his other hand reaching out to pet his hair as his head bobbed in Cook's lap. He could feel his release building and knew that this was going to be over very soon. David pulled almost all the way off of him, his tongue circling the tip as his eyes shot up to meet Cook's. And he smiled, smiled around Cook's dick with those wet, pink lips and his tongue darting out of his mouth and Cook was done.
He grabbed a pillow and pushed it against his face as he moaned, his hips bucking forward with his release. David had taken him back into his mouth, and Cook felt him swallowing around him. As he pulled the pillow back, looking down at David still kneeling before him, still holding him in his hands, Cook said, "That was-"
"Hot," they heard from behind them and both men looked up in a panic towards the door. Michael was standing there, Carly right behind him, and they both looked completely stunned. "Um, we knocked," Michael said dumbly.
"Oh my God!" David croaked, letting go of Cook and wiping at his mouth roughly as he scrambled back onto the couch. Cook had never heard the younger man say God instead of gosh, so he knew that this was serious.
Cook moved fast, tucking himself back into his pants and yanking them up quickly. "We were, um," he stammered.
"We know what you were doing," Michael assured him, his mouth curling into a grin as he shook his head in disbelief.
"We didn't really see anything," Carly professed to them as she followed Michael into the room. "We just walked in as Cook was, um . . . with the pillow." She waved towards the discarded cushion and Cook's eyes moved towards it, then up to David's face. He was beet red and looked like he'd be more than happy to have the couch open up and suck him into oblivion.
Michael sat down on the other couch, smiling at Cook as he offered him a plastic cup of beer. "You look a little . . . sweaty," he smirked.
"Um, I've gotta, um . . ." David stammered as he pulled himself to his feet and darted around the couch. Before Cook could respond, he'd bolted for the door to the suite's bathroom, closing it roughly behind him.
"Archie, wait!" he called out after him.
"Wow, never knew the kid had it in him," Michael commented. "That was some welcome home party, mate."
"Shut up," Cook said, but his voice held more worry than malice.
"Well?" Carly said expectantly as Cook sat turned on the couch, staring at the closed door. Cook looked at her questioningly. "Go after him, you dolt," she said.
Cook nodded, setting his beer on the table beside the couch and heading for the bathroom door. He could still hear Michael snickering behind him.
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The connecting bathroom was small, as it was only meant for the use of the suite's occupants, so it wasn't difficult for Cook to find David once he entered. There was a counter on the left-hand wall with a double sink and a large mirror and a long, padded bench that sat on the opposite wall facing the sink. At the end of the room were two louvered doors, behind each of which Cook knew were the toilets. One door was opened, the small area beyond obviously vacant, so that left only door number two.
Cook walked over, tapped softly on the wood and said, "I know you're in there." His voice was gentle, knowing that David was likely still in a state of panic.
"I'm not coming out," was the reply from behind the door.
"Ever?" Cook asked teasingly, hoping to lighten David's mood enough to calm him down.
David was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't decided yet."
Cook sighed and pressed his cheek to the door between them. "Arch, lemme in, would ya?"
"No," the younger man said petulantly.
"Archie, baby, I know you're embarrassed, but it's not that bad, really," Cook reasoned.
The door flew open then, almost knocking Cook backwards as he struggled to regain his balance. David stood there, his face still flushed with embarrassment as he stared up at Cook. "Not that bad?" he questioned in disbelief. "They saw me . . . doing *that* . . . I was . . . and you think . . ." He shook his head and said, "I don't know how you can say that it's not that bad."
"Well," Cook reasoned, "It could have been worse."
David grimaced and replied, "I'm sure it could have, but I would rather not think about how."
Cook stepped forward, pulling the younger man against him. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said softly. "It's not like they were offended. Besides, they're our friends, at least."
"That makes it worse," David ascertained from his place against Cook's shoulder. "Now I can never look at them without thinking about this." Cook could hear how incredibly mortified his boyfriend was and wished that he could make him feel better.
"They don't think less of you, Archie," Cook assured him. "In fact," he smiled, "Michael's opinion of you surely rose after seeing that."
David pulled back, looking at Cook before asking, "Why do you say that?"
Cook shrugged and said, "Mikey gravitates towards extreme behavior. He's probably incredibly impressed right about now."
"He'll never let me live this down," David said miserably.
"No," Cook agreed with a chuckle, "That he will not."
"Carly probably thinks I'm a pervert," David said.
"Carly most certainly does *not* think that you are a pervert," Cook replied. "She thinks the sun rises and sets on you, babe. Besides, Carly already knows that I'm a pervert so, if anything, she just blames me for corrupting you."
David smiled softly and said, "You're not a pervert." Cook raised his eyebrows, then smirked and David added, "Much."
Cook laughed softly and pulled the younger man back against him, saying into his hair, "I really did miss you, Archie."
David pressed his lips to Cook's collarbone and whispered back, "Me, too."
"Um, what do you say we go and sit down?" Cook asked as he indicted the bench by the sinks. "I'm still feeling a little weak in the knees," he admitted. David smiled at that despite himself and nodded his ascent. Cook led the way, dropping down onto the padded surface of the bench and pulling David down beside him.
"So, can I ask you something?" Cook said as they sat pressed against one another. David nodded and Cook continued, "What came over you today? I mean, it was hot as hell, don't get me wrong, and if you ever want to do that again then by all means . . . but, um, it was very . . ." he paused as he searched for the right word, finally settling on, "Uncharacteristic."
He didn't have to see David's face to know that the younger man's blush deepened. David sighed and said, "I don't know, I guess . . . I just missed you," he said softly. "I mean, when you left on Wednesday I thought you'd be back the next day so--"
"I know, I'm sorry about that," Cook cut in. "I had no idea it was going to turn into such a circus."
"No, Cook, I know that," David assured him. "I'm not saying . . . I mean, I'm so proud of you, you know that, right?" He lifted his head then, looking at Cook and, finally, the embarrassment was gone from his eyes. The only thing left there was love for the man beside him. It made Cook's breath catch in his throat to see that expression.
"I know, baby, I know you are," he whispered, reaching up to touch David's cheek and kissing his forehead reverently.
"I just . . .." David continued, "I didn't know that being away from you was going to be so hard. I guess I hadn't realized how much I'd gotten used to you being there and then when you weren't . . ."
"Yeah," Cook said with a smile. "I feel the same way. I was going nuts in New York," he admitted.
"So, when I saw you . . ." David said. "I guess I just couldn't help myself. I didn't plan it or anything. We just started kissing and I missed you so much and I could finally touch you again and I just . . . I'm not sure what to say," he finally admitted, casting his eyes down as if ashamed of himself for losing control.
"Hey," Cook said, trying to draw the other man's attention back to him. When it didn't work, he tried again, "Hey, Archie." With his fingers under his chin, Cook tilted David's face up until their eyes met. "I love you," he said sincerely. "And that out there? I would love you no matter what, but that didn't hurt, let me tell you."
David's smile was shy as he struggled to maintain eye contact with Cook. "I love you, too," he managed to say.
"So, we're good, right? We can go back and watch the game now?" Cook asked.
David winced at the thought and replied, "I'm not sure I can sit out there for the rest of the game, Cook."
"Archie . . . you'll be fine," Cook assured him. "C'mon, aren't you even a little excited about hanging out in a public place with me and not having to watch everything you do?"
"Yeah," David admitted, "I guess that is pretty awesome, huh?"
"Exactly," Cook agreed. "And Michael is going to torment us regardless, but at least Carly's here to kick him if he gets too out of hand." Cook stood up, extending a hand to his boyfriend and looking down at him expectantly.
David sighed, but reached up to take Cook's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. "Alright then," David lamented, "Let's get this over with." Cook bent to kiss his cheek. Then, hand in hand, they walked back out to join their friends.
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David had been uncomfortable at first, but Cook had just wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tugged the younger man against him. Eventually, Cook could feel the tension easing from his partner and he seemed to relax and enjoy the game.
Michael, for his part, managed to only make a few smart remarks throughout the day. And only once did he actually earn a poke to his ribs from his wife, so Cook considered that a good outcome for all involved.
The day had turned out great as far as Cook was concerned. He'd been so worried about missing the outing when he'd woke up that morning and, by the time that Michael and Carly dropped he and David off early that evening, he was certainly glad that he hadn't.
"Do you guys want to come in and have a drink or something?" Cook asked as he and David stood in the driveway next to Michael's car, Carly behind the wheel as she had agreed to be the designated driver.
"Nope, absolutely not," Carly said. "You boys have spent the entire day with us so far and I'm sure that you're ready to be alone." She cut her eyes to Michael before she'd even finished speaking and quickly added, "Not one word." Michael just smirked.
Cook nodded without a reply, but his eyes conveyed his thanks to Carly.
"Alright then, boys, we had a great time today," she said. "Thanks for coming with."
"See you guys later," Cook called and David added his own goodbye as Carly put the car in reverse to back out of the driveway.
She'd only gotten a few feet away when Michael stuck his head out the window and called, "Bye sexy! Oh, and you, too, Cook!" He blew them both a kiss winked as Carly laughed and punched his arm. Cook noticed her punch a button on the drivers side panel and then saw Michael pout as he discovered that she had engaged the child locks on his window and door. It was then Cook's turn to laugh as he watched them back down towards the street and out of sight.
By the time they'd entered the house, it was after six o'clock. The game had ended a few hours before and the foursome had gone out to dinner before heading home. It had been a fun day with their friends, but Cook was more than happy to finally be back home alone with David.
"So, what should we do now?" Cook asked with a grin as he sat down on the living room sofa next to his boyfriend, his lips finding the younger man's neck before he had a chance to answer.
"Oooohhh," David moaned.
"Hmm, that's what I was hoping you'd say," Cook said with a smile against David's skin. "I think it's time I repaid you for that homecoming earlier," he suggested. In truth, he'd thought of little else since they'd returned from the bathroom together hours before.
"I . . . I think I could handle that," David stammered as Cook moved his mouth down, sucking on David's collarbone. His hands found their way down David's back, his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans to cup David's ass.
"You're wearing too many clothes," Cook complained as he pulled his hands forward to work on the button of David's jeans. David took his cue and pulled his own shirt over his head, then lifted his hips to allow Cook to remove his jeans and boxers. After kicking off his shoes, David was naked, save for his socks, and he looked up at Cook.
"This seems unfair," he said. "I'm naked and you're still completely dressed."
Cook shrugged, flinging his shirt over his head and asked, "Better?" before pushing David onto his back and proceeding to lick his way down the younger man's chest.
"Uhhhh," David cried out as he arched into the touch. "Yeah, much better."
David's fingers clutched at Cook's hair as the older man descended his body, stopping to nip at his flat belly and to suck a bruise into his hip. He skimmed his hands over the dusting of hair along David's thighs, then leaned forward to let his breath linger over David's prominent erection.
"Cook . . . please . . ." he whimpered, his hips struggling to surge forward even as Cook held them firmly to the couch with his hand.
"I missed you, Archie. I missed us," Cook breathed and every word pulsed through David's body, causing him to groan deliciously. At the hungry sounds escaping from his lover, Cook decided that was enough teasing and dipped his head to engulf David in heat.
Cook would be the first to admit that giving head had never been much of a turn on for him. He'd done it now and again, to both men and women, because fair was fair and Cook liked to consider himself a democratic individual. But, overall, it just didn't really do anything for him personally. Or at least, it hadn't. Not until Archie.
Going down on Archie was maybe one of the greatest things that Cook could think of. He loved the way the man tasted and the way he smelled. Cook couldn't get enough of the feel of David's hands fisting in his hair or the sound of the little keening whimpers he would let loose throughout the act. He loved to look up at David, just before his release overtook him, and watch him lose control. Cook had wondered more than once if he could come just from watching David this way.
A tug to his shoulders brought Cook from his musings and he looked up at David, seeing that he was close to loosing it. He beckoned to Cook to come closer and, almost reluctantly, Cook released him and complied. He crawled forward, still wearing his jeans, and let the denim scrap across David's hypersensitive skin. The younger man groaned and clutched at Cook, pulling him into a rough kiss.
"Inside me," David managed to gasp out between kisses and that was plenty for Cook. He stripped out of his jeans and reached into the drawer of the coffee table, silently thanking David for being smart enough to stash supplies throughout the house. Since they had christened nearly every room over the past several weeks, it seemed silly to have to keep getting up in the middle of things to mount a mad search.
It wasn't long before David was ready, writhing beneath Cook as he slipped into the younger man's body. Cook lifted him up, deepening the angle and shifting until he found the spot that made David scream. By the time it was over, they were both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, hands moving to touch whatever parts of one another they could comfortably reach.
"Three days is too long to be away from you," Cook declared as he pulled David over to sprawl across his heaving chest.
"Definitely," came the gasped reply.
"I could use a nap," Cook admitted.
David chuckled as he struggled for breath and said, "Yeah, yeah, me too." They didn't even attempt to make it to the bedroom. They just curled around each other and fell asleep on the couch.
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Part Two
Author: courts
Disclaimer: Wait, those voices in my head aren't real? Oh, then I guess I own nothing.
Rated: NC-17, for the pr0n, yo
Summary: This comes after Gathered Together and The Long Way Home in my little universe. Cook and Archie figure out that distance really does make the heart grow fonder.
Notes: Okay, so this was supposed to progress the story a little more, but it ended up mostly being sap and sex. Which, happen to by two of my favorite things, so I guess I can't complain too much. The title and lyrics belong to Journey. Jess and I decided that 'Faithfully' is their song b/c it fits them so well. Aww, bbs!!
Thanks: Thanks, of course, to the best beta in the universe: mrs_viola_swamp. Eventually she is going to get sick of me and then I will have to retire from cookleta. ily babe!!
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Part One
wondering where i am, lost without you
David Cook ran through the airport, attempting to look at his watch while still avoiding the mad crush of people coming and going through LAX on a Saturday afternoon. 'Stupid fucking People magazine,' he thought as he dodged through the crowd toward the exit.
It was supposed to be his vacation. He'd told his manager, Charlotte, in no uncertain terms that he was *not* working for the next two months. No recording, no guest appearances, no photo shoots, nothing.
"But it's People Magazine. The Sexiest Man Alive issue, Dave. You beat out George Clooney for crying out loud," she'd reasoned. How could he say no?
He had, though. He'd said no, told her to tell them to give it to someone else. But then David had stopped him. "You can't turn this down, Cook," the younger man had said to him. "This is huge! Besides, it's just one photo shoot."
'One photo shoot that turned into five,' Cook thought. And then there were the interviews afterwards. Now he'd been gone for three full days, three days that were supposed to belong to he and David now belonged to the rest of the world. Cook struggled against the indignity of pouting, but really it just wasn't fair.
And now, to top it all off, he was going to miss the Dodgers game. Michael had gotten them tickets in one of the private boxes and Cook had been really excited. The Dodgers were playing the Royals, which was huge. Since the teams were in different leagues, they almost never met during regular season play, and Cook had never gotten to see them at Dodgers Stadium. Plus, the box they had was just going to be the four of them: Cook, David, Michael and Carly. No one would be able to see them so Cook could watch the game with his boyfriend without worrying about touching David too much. If he wanted to lean over and kiss him, by God he would. He would, that is, if he got to the damned park on time.
Reaching the exit, Cook ran out to the curb and hailed the first cab he saw. He wasn't worried about his luggage. He'd already phoned Charlotte while the plane was taxiing in and had her arrange for someone to drop it by his house later. Sometimes fame did have its perks. Right about that moment, though, Cook was having a hard time seeing them.
"Dodger Stadium," he told the cab driver as he closed the door. "There's an extra twenty in it if we make it within ten minutes."
The ballpark was only a short drive from the airport, but it was nearly 1:30pm already and the game had started at one o'clock. Cook had already called David and told him he'd be running late due to his flight being rerouted, so his three companions were meeting him at the park. Michael had left his ticket at Will Call and told him how to get to their seats. Now, all Cook had to do was get to the stadium.
He'd woken up that morning thinking about this. Not that he was *that* excited about a baseball game. Sure, it was his team and that was cool and it was a chance to have a semi-normal outing with David, which was also really cool, but more than anything Cook was just excited about seeing his boyfriend again. Since they'd started their vacation together a few weeks before, Cook had quickly grown used to spending the majority of his time with the younger man. He loved waking up to find David beside him, spending most of their day hanging out, and then falling asleep in the same bed every night. David wasn't officially moving in with him until the next afternoon when Michael had agreed to help them haul his stuff over, but to Cook it already felt like David's home as much as his own.
The driver pulled up at the stadium entrance, having made record time, and Cook thought that finally something was going right for him that day. He pulled a one hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed to the guy, saying, "Keep it, man, thanks," and dashing away, ignoring the thank you that the cabby called after him.
Skidding to a stop at the Will Call window, Cook knocked on the glass and said, "Cook, there should be a ticket waiting for me?"
The woman behind the glass obviously recognized him, as did several others around them because Cook heard the familiar buzz of whispers begin at his back. He had to hurry and get inside before this turned into an autograph session. As much as he loved his fans, they didn't stand a chance when he had to choose between them and the man he loved.
Smiling up at him, the woman slid Cook's ticket through the window. He grabbed it, calling his thanks over his shoulder as he hurried inside.
It took another agonizing ten minutes for Cook to get into the park and find his seat. He was just glad he'd remembered to pull on his baseball hat and sunglasses as he'd dashed inside or surely he'd have been recognized. As it was, he arrived at the correct box number just before two o'clock. He'd missed an hour of the game, but at least he'd made it.
As he opened the door, Cook was already smiling. "Hey folks!" he called and three heads spun around towards his voice.
"Davey!" Michael bellowed as he stood and clapped his friend on the back. "We were just wondering what in the hell was keeping you, man."
Carly smiled up at him from her seat and reached out a hand to grasp his. "Hey there, you sexy beast," she teased and Cook rolled his eyes and smiled.
Then, as if by some force of nature, his eyes were drawn to the one person who hadn't called out to him upon his arrival. Sitting on one of the plush sofas in the enclosed box, David Archuleta was turned sideways in his seat, looking back over his shoulder at Cook.
Cook felt his whole body tingle at the sight of the younger man. He'd missed David every day that he'd been gone, but seeing him again only made him realize just how much. He wanted to run across the room and grab him and kiss him breathless, but Cook was pretty sure that David wouldn't like it if he attacked him in front of their friends, so he tried to rein himself in.
"Have a seat, man," Michael said, waving his hand towards the seat next to David. Cook walked around and sat, touching David's leg as he did.
"Hey babe," he said softly to the younger man and David's eyes lit up immediately. He reached to cover Cook's hand with his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. David was wearing jeans and an Abercrombie tee shirt; his head covered by one of Cook's Royals caps. Cook reached up to tug at the brim of the hat and David grinned.
"So, sexy boy, how was the trip?" Michael asked.
Cook, still staring at the younger man before him, took a few seconds longer than he should have to answer. "Hmm? Oh, um, yeah. It was all right. I guess the pictures turned out okay, but I thought I'd never get back here." He looked back at David with those last words and again they grinned at each other.
"So, there's this baseball game . . ." Michael started teasingly.
"Oh, stop," Carly said as she swatted at him. "Let them alone. They haven't seen each other in days."
"They live together now, they can do this at home," Michael countered, but his voice sounded highly amused.
Cook swallowed, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't completely embarrass David, but it was a toss up between 'damn you look good' and just crawling into his lap and attacking him and Cook was fairly certain that David wouldn't find either of those appropriate. He was just about to say the hell with it and go for the lap, when Carly stood up and saved the day.
"Well, I think we're out of beer," Carly said suddenly as she rose from her seat.
"What?" Michael said. "All we have to do is call and they'll bring us-"
Carly clamped her hand across her husband's mouth and said, "I *said*, we are out of beer," she repeated. "Come on, then, love, let's take a walk, shall we?"
Michael rolled his eyes, but he obeyed her command and got up to follow his wife out the door. "You two behave yourselves while we're gone," he called over his shoulder with a laugh, and then the door closed.
At the sound of the latch clicking shut, Cook opened his mouth, ready to tell David exactly how much he'd missed him and how great he looked in those jeans and how- "Umph!"
His thoughts were cut short, however, by the younger man's tongue in his mouth.
David had swung his leg over Cook's lap so fast that the older man hadn't registered the movement until his boyfriend was already on top of him. He grabbed Cook's head, pulling their mouths together for a fierce kiss that stole Cook's breath. By the time they came up for air, Cook felt light-headed.
"Damn," Cook stammered, as he struggled for breath. "Hello to you, too." His head was spinning as he tried to assimilate the situation going on around him. This was so unlike his boyfriend. Usually it was Cook doing the attacking and David doing the submitting, but suddenly it seemed that the tables were turned. Cook was just thinking how incredibly hot that was when he felt David's tongue slide across his neck and up to his ear.
"I missed you so bad," he whispered and the words traveled straight into Cook's ear and to his dick. He groaned in response, unable to form any words. David ran his tongue along the outer edge of Cook's ear, nipping lightly at the lobe with his teeth.
"Uhh!" the older man cried out in a husky whimper as a shiver ran through his entire body. Before he had time to recover at all, David dipped his head and latched onto Cook's neck with an uncharacteristic fervor. Cook cried out, his words completely unintelligible as his mind scrambled to catch up to his body.
"Missed you so much, so much," David was saying as he ran his hands over Cook's chest, reaching the bottom of the Royals jersey that he'd changed into before leaving New York, and skimming his hands underneath it to make contact with Cook's bare flesh.
They were still sitting on the couch, David straddling Cook's lap and moving, practically writhing, against him. It was so incredibly hot that Cook had to bite down hard on his own lip to keep from losing control. "Baby, baby," he said breathlessly as David returned his attention to Cook's neck, "As much as I hate to say this, you're gonna have to stop that before I embarrass myself here."
David lifted his head back up, meeting Cook's eyes and Cook actually gasped at the pure lust he saw reflected back at him. "I need you so bad, Cook," the younger man whispered, his breath dancing over Cook's skin like fire.
With a groan, Cook threw his head back, letting it hit the back of the couch. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" As if in reply, David reached down and ran his hand over the hard bulge in Cook's jeans. "Ohhhh!" he cried.
And then, as quickly as he'd gotten himself there, David was gone from Cook's lap. He had moved down to the floor, kneeling in front of Cook, one hand on each of Cook's knees. "Let me help you with that," he offered and Cook thought his eyes might pop completely out of his head.
David Archuleta, his Archie, who got embarrassed if Cook put his tongue in his mouth with Michael or Carly in the room, was kneeling on the floor at a major league stadium, his fingers working on the button to Cook's jeans, and offering to give Cook a blow job. If this was a dream, it was by far the best one that David Cook had ever had.
The sound of his zipper being pulled down was incredibly loud in the enclosed space and Cook found himself holding his breath, watching in awe as David coaxed Cook's hips upwards and pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. Cook's mouth went dry as the younger man ran his hands over Cook's thighs, coming all the way up to circle his hips before giving Cook a hard jerk forward, stopping him to rest at the edge of the couch.
He couldn't believe that David was actually going to do this. Cook was sitting there, watching as all of this took place, and still he thought he must have been hallucinating. There was no way that Archie was going to suck his dick in a public place with Michael and Carly probably on their way back and who knows how many people milling around outside. The door wasn't even locked.
And then David dipped his head and swallowed Cook's length and suddenly he believed.
Cook threw his arm over his face, trying to stifle the groan that erupted from him as David moved his lips and tongue over him. David's fingers were pressing into Cook's legs as he moved faster. He was humming softly, the sound traveling through the older man, and Cook wondered idly when David had picked up that trick. He couldn't concentrate long enough to care, though, because David's hand was reaching up to grasp the base of his cock and Cook felt his eyes rolling back in his head. He struggled to keep his hips still, but he couldn't hold back the needy little grunts that were escaping from him as David took him deeper.
Cook gripped David's shoulder with one hand, his other hand reaching out to pet his hair as his head bobbed in Cook's lap. He could feel his release building and knew that this was going to be over very soon. David pulled almost all the way off of him, his tongue circling the tip as his eyes shot up to meet Cook's. And he smiled, smiled around Cook's dick with those wet, pink lips and his tongue darting out of his mouth and Cook was done.
He grabbed a pillow and pushed it against his face as he moaned, his hips bucking forward with his release. David had taken him back into his mouth, and Cook felt him swallowing around him. As he pulled the pillow back, looking down at David still kneeling before him, still holding him in his hands, Cook said, "That was-"
"Hot," they heard from behind them and both men looked up in a panic towards the door. Michael was standing there, Carly right behind him, and they both looked completely stunned. "Um, we knocked," Michael said dumbly.
"Oh my God!" David croaked, letting go of Cook and wiping at his mouth roughly as he scrambled back onto the couch. Cook had never heard the younger man say God instead of gosh, so he knew that this was serious.
Cook moved fast, tucking himself back into his pants and yanking them up quickly. "We were, um," he stammered.
"We know what you were doing," Michael assured him, his mouth curling into a grin as he shook his head in disbelief.
"We didn't really see anything," Carly professed to them as she followed Michael into the room. "We just walked in as Cook was, um . . . with the pillow." She waved towards the discarded cushion and Cook's eyes moved towards it, then up to David's face. He was beet red and looked like he'd be more than happy to have the couch open up and suck him into oblivion.
Michael sat down on the other couch, smiling at Cook as he offered him a plastic cup of beer. "You look a little . . . sweaty," he smirked.
"Um, I've gotta, um . . ." David stammered as he pulled himself to his feet and darted around the couch. Before Cook could respond, he'd bolted for the door to the suite's bathroom, closing it roughly behind him.
"Archie, wait!" he called out after him.
"Wow, never knew the kid had it in him," Michael commented. "That was some welcome home party, mate."
"Shut up," Cook said, but his voice held more worry than malice.
"Well?" Carly said expectantly as Cook sat turned on the couch, staring at the closed door. Cook looked at her questioningly. "Go after him, you dolt," she said.
Cook nodded, setting his beer on the table beside the couch and heading for the bathroom door. He could still hear Michael snickering behind him.
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The connecting bathroom was small, as it was only meant for the use of the suite's occupants, so it wasn't difficult for Cook to find David once he entered. There was a counter on the left-hand wall with a double sink and a large mirror and a long, padded bench that sat on the opposite wall facing the sink. At the end of the room were two louvered doors, behind each of which Cook knew were the toilets. One door was opened, the small area beyond obviously vacant, so that left only door number two.
Cook walked over, tapped softly on the wood and said, "I know you're in there." His voice was gentle, knowing that David was likely still in a state of panic.
"I'm not coming out," was the reply from behind the door.
"Ever?" Cook asked teasingly, hoping to lighten David's mood enough to calm him down.
David was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't decided yet."
Cook sighed and pressed his cheek to the door between them. "Arch, lemme in, would ya?"
"No," the younger man said petulantly.
"Archie, baby, I know you're embarrassed, but it's not that bad, really," Cook reasoned.
The door flew open then, almost knocking Cook backwards as he struggled to regain his balance. David stood there, his face still flushed with embarrassment as he stared up at Cook. "Not that bad?" he questioned in disbelief. "They saw me . . . doing *that* . . . I was . . . and you think . . ." He shook his head and said, "I don't know how you can say that it's not that bad."
"Well," Cook reasoned, "It could have been worse."
David grimaced and replied, "I'm sure it could have, but I would rather not think about how."
Cook stepped forward, pulling the younger man against him. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said softly. "It's not like they were offended. Besides, they're our friends, at least."
"That makes it worse," David ascertained from his place against Cook's shoulder. "Now I can never look at them without thinking about this." Cook could hear how incredibly mortified his boyfriend was and wished that he could make him feel better.
"They don't think less of you, Archie," Cook assured him. "In fact," he smiled, "Michael's opinion of you surely rose after seeing that."
David pulled back, looking at Cook before asking, "Why do you say that?"
Cook shrugged and said, "Mikey gravitates towards extreme behavior. He's probably incredibly impressed right about now."
"He'll never let me live this down," David said miserably.
"No," Cook agreed with a chuckle, "That he will not."
"Carly probably thinks I'm a pervert," David said.
"Carly most certainly does *not* think that you are a pervert," Cook replied. "She thinks the sun rises and sets on you, babe. Besides, Carly already knows that I'm a pervert so, if anything, she just blames me for corrupting you."
David smiled softly and said, "You're not a pervert." Cook raised his eyebrows, then smirked and David added, "Much."
Cook laughed softly and pulled the younger man back against him, saying into his hair, "I really did miss you, Archie."
David pressed his lips to Cook's collarbone and whispered back, "Me, too."
"Um, what do you say we go and sit down?" Cook asked as he indicted the bench by the sinks. "I'm still feeling a little weak in the knees," he admitted. David smiled at that despite himself and nodded his ascent. Cook led the way, dropping down onto the padded surface of the bench and pulling David down beside him.
"So, can I ask you something?" Cook said as they sat pressed against one another. David nodded and Cook continued, "What came over you today? I mean, it was hot as hell, don't get me wrong, and if you ever want to do that again then by all means . . . but, um, it was very . . ." he paused as he searched for the right word, finally settling on, "Uncharacteristic."
He didn't have to see David's face to know that the younger man's blush deepened. David sighed and said, "I don't know, I guess . . . I just missed you," he said softly. "I mean, when you left on Wednesday I thought you'd be back the next day so--"
"I know, I'm sorry about that," Cook cut in. "I had no idea it was going to turn into such a circus."
"No, Cook, I know that," David assured him. "I'm not saying . . . I mean, I'm so proud of you, you know that, right?" He lifted his head then, looking at Cook and, finally, the embarrassment was gone from his eyes. The only thing left there was love for the man beside him. It made Cook's breath catch in his throat to see that expression.
"I know, baby, I know you are," he whispered, reaching up to touch David's cheek and kissing his forehead reverently.
"I just . . .." David continued, "I didn't know that being away from you was going to be so hard. I guess I hadn't realized how much I'd gotten used to you being there and then when you weren't . . ."
"Yeah," Cook said with a smile. "I feel the same way. I was going nuts in New York," he admitted.
"So, when I saw you . . ." David said. "I guess I just couldn't help myself. I didn't plan it or anything. We just started kissing and I missed you so much and I could finally touch you again and I just . . . I'm not sure what to say," he finally admitted, casting his eyes down as if ashamed of himself for losing control.
"Hey," Cook said, trying to draw the other man's attention back to him. When it didn't work, he tried again, "Hey, Archie." With his fingers under his chin, Cook tilted David's face up until their eyes met. "I love you," he said sincerely. "And that out there? I would love you no matter what, but that didn't hurt, let me tell you."
David's smile was shy as he struggled to maintain eye contact with Cook. "I love you, too," he managed to say.
"So, we're good, right? We can go back and watch the game now?" Cook asked.
David winced at the thought and replied, "I'm not sure I can sit out there for the rest of the game, Cook."
"Archie . . . you'll be fine," Cook assured him. "C'mon, aren't you even a little excited about hanging out in a public place with me and not having to watch everything you do?"
"Yeah," David admitted, "I guess that is pretty awesome, huh?"
"Exactly," Cook agreed. "And Michael is going to torment us regardless, but at least Carly's here to kick him if he gets too out of hand." Cook stood up, extending a hand to his boyfriend and looking down at him expectantly.
David sighed, but reached up to take Cook's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. "Alright then," David lamented, "Let's get this over with." Cook bent to kiss his cheek. Then, hand in hand, they walked back out to join their friends.
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David had been uncomfortable at first, but Cook had just wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tugged the younger man against him. Eventually, Cook could feel the tension easing from his partner and he seemed to relax and enjoy the game.
Michael, for his part, managed to only make a few smart remarks throughout the day. And only once did he actually earn a poke to his ribs from his wife, so Cook considered that a good outcome for all involved.
The day had turned out great as far as Cook was concerned. He'd been so worried about missing the outing when he'd woke up that morning and, by the time that Michael and Carly dropped he and David off early that evening, he was certainly glad that he hadn't.
"Do you guys want to come in and have a drink or something?" Cook asked as he and David stood in the driveway next to Michael's car, Carly behind the wheel as she had agreed to be the designated driver.
"Nope, absolutely not," Carly said. "You boys have spent the entire day with us so far and I'm sure that you're ready to be alone." She cut her eyes to Michael before she'd even finished speaking and quickly added, "Not one word." Michael just smirked.
Cook nodded without a reply, but his eyes conveyed his thanks to Carly.
"Alright then, boys, we had a great time today," she said. "Thanks for coming with."
"See you guys later," Cook called and David added his own goodbye as Carly put the car in reverse to back out of the driveway.
She'd only gotten a few feet away when Michael stuck his head out the window and called, "Bye sexy! Oh, and you, too, Cook!" He blew them both a kiss winked as Carly laughed and punched his arm. Cook noticed her punch a button on the drivers side panel and then saw Michael pout as he discovered that she had engaged the child locks on his window and door. It was then Cook's turn to laugh as he watched them back down towards the street and out of sight.
By the time they'd entered the house, it was after six o'clock. The game had ended a few hours before and the foursome had gone out to dinner before heading home. It had been a fun day with their friends, but Cook was more than happy to finally be back home alone with David.
"So, what should we do now?" Cook asked with a grin as he sat down on the living room sofa next to his boyfriend, his lips finding the younger man's neck before he had a chance to answer.
"Oooohhh," David moaned.
"Hmm, that's what I was hoping you'd say," Cook said with a smile against David's skin. "I think it's time I repaid you for that homecoming earlier," he suggested. In truth, he'd thought of little else since they'd returned from the bathroom together hours before.
"I . . . I think I could handle that," David stammered as Cook moved his mouth down, sucking on David's collarbone. His hands found their way down David's back, his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans to cup David's ass.
"You're wearing too many clothes," Cook complained as he pulled his hands forward to work on the button of David's jeans. David took his cue and pulled his own shirt over his head, then lifted his hips to allow Cook to remove his jeans and boxers. After kicking off his shoes, David was naked, save for his socks, and he looked up at Cook.
"This seems unfair," he said. "I'm naked and you're still completely dressed."
Cook shrugged, flinging his shirt over his head and asked, "Better?" before pushing David onto his back and proceeding to lick his way down the younger man's chest.
"Uhhhh," David cried out as he arched into the touch. "Yeah, much better."
David's fingers clutched at Cook's hair as the older man descended his body, stopping to nip at his flat belly and to suck a bruise into his hip. He skimmed his hands over the dusting of hair along David's thighs, then leaned forward to let his breath linger over David's prominent erection.
"Cook . . . please . . ." he whimpered, his hips struggling to surge forward even as Cook held them firmly to the couch with his hand.
"I missed you, Archie. I missed us," Cook breathed and every word pulsed through David's body, causing him to groan deliciously. At the hungry sounds escaping from his lover, Cook decided that was enough teasing and dipped his head to engulf David in heat.
Cook would be the first to admit that giving head had never been much of a turn on for him. He'd done it now and again, to both men and women, because fair was fair and Cook liked to consider himself a democratic individual. But, overall, it just didn't really do anything for him personally. Or at least, it hadn't. Not until Archie.
Going down on Archie was maybe one of the greatest things that Cook could think of. He loved the way the man tasted and the way he smelled. Cook couldn't get enough of the feel of David's hands fisting in his hair or the sound of the little keening whimpers he would let loose throughout the act. He loved to look up at David, just before his release overtook him, and watch him lose control. Cook had wondered more than once if he could come just from watching David this way.
A tug to his shoulders brought Cook from his musings and he looked up at David, seeing that he was close to loosing it. He beckoned to Cook to come closer and, almost reluctantly, Cook released him and complied. He crawled forward, still wearing his jeans, and let the denim scrap across David's hypersensitive skin. The younger man groaned and clutched at Cook, pulling him into a rough kiss.
"Inside me," David managed to gasp out between kisses and that was plenty for Cook. He stripped out of his jeans and reached into the drawer of the coffee table, silently thanking David for being smart enough to stash supplies throughout the house. Since they had christened nearly every room over the past several weeks, it seemed silly to have to keep getting up in the middle of things to mount a mad search.
It wasn't long before David was ready, writhing beneath Cook as he slipped into the younger man's body. Cook lifted him up, deepening the angle and shifting until he found the spot that made David scream. By the time it was over, they were both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, hands moving to touch whatever parts of one another they could comfortably reach.
"Three days is too long to be away from you," Cook declared as he pulled David over to sprawl across his heaving chest.
"Definitely," came the gasped reply.
"I could use a nap," Cook admitted.
David chuckled as he struggled for breath and said, "Yeah, yeah, me too." They didn't even attempt to make it to the bedroom. They just curled around each other and fell asleep on the couch.
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Part Two