Fic: Forever Yours, 2/2, 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
See part one for additional disclaimers.
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Part Two
I get the joy of rediscovering you
oh, will you stand by me
A few hours later, after waking from their power nap, both men still lay sprawled on the couch together. They were spooned against one another, Cook lying across the length of the deep sofa with David lying in front of him, the younger man's back pressed to Cook's front. Cook had one arm thrown languidly across David's chest, effectively pinning them together. Neither man seemed to want to leave the other's personal space that night.
"We could go lay in the bed," David suggested as he used his finger to trace along the shape of Cook's hand against his own chest.
"I'm fine here," Cook replied.
"Do you want to watch television or something?" David asked.
"Not really," Cook answered, adding, "Unless you do."
David shook his head against Cook's chest and said, "No, this is fine. Maybe we could just talk?"
Cook nodded at that, thinking that lying around for the rest of the evening and talking to David sounded like just about the best thing he could think of. And since he didn't think his body was quite up to a repeat performance of the *very* best thing just yet, talking was now in the lead.
"What do you want to talk about?" Cook asked as he rubbed his hand idly across David's chest and belly.
David shrugged. "I don’t know, you pick."
Cook smirked and said, "Okay then . . ."
"Uh oh, on second thought that sounds ominous. Maybe I should pick the topic after all," David said.
"Nope, too late," Cook declared. "I think we should play a little getting-to-know-you game."
David furrowed his brow as he craned his head to look back at his boyfriend. "Cook, if we don't know each other by now I'm not sure there's any hope."
"You think you know everything there is to know about me?" Cook asked him.
"Well," David replied, "Maybe not *everything*, but certainly the important stuff."
"Okay, if I can think of something to ask you that I don't know the answer to, then you have to tell me the truth. Deal?"
David shrugged and replied, "Yeah, okay, I guess that's fine."
"Okay," Cook said. He grinned wickedly as he asked, "What is your favorite sexual activity?"
"Cook! Jeez, I'm not answering that," David replied. "That's . . . no."
"Now Archie, you promised to answer," Cook said teasingly, but he really wanted to know. Because, whatever the answer, it was sure to be really hot to hear David say it.
The younger man blushed deeply and shook his head. "Why are we talking about this?"
Cook leaned down and whispered, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." Between the words themselves and the feel of Cook's voice growling against his ear, David shivered and drew in a shaky breath. Cook smiled because he knew he was about to get his answer.
"Okay," David managed to say. "Um, I guess my answer would be, um, what we did today."
Cook raised one eyebrow and replied, "Uh, babe, you might have to clarify that a bit because we've managed to do a variety of things today."
David sighed and said, "You know, at the ballpark. That. That's what I like the best. When I . . . to you." He was blushing so furiously that his coloring rivaled the deep flush he'd gotten after Michael and Carly had walked in on them earlier. Cook couldn't stop looking at the pink, pink skin of his neck and struggled to let his words sink in.
"Really?" he asked. This was actually the last thing that he'd expected David to say. Cook kind of thought that the younger man would say that he liked kissing the best. He'd already decided to tell David that this answer was a cop out, but that he wasn't at all surprised. And then David had laid this on him. Going down on Cook was his favorite thing to do in bed? That was nearly as big a shock as his impromptu welcome home at Dodger Stadium. "Why do you say that's your favorite?" he asked and he knew that technically it was his turn to answer the question, but his curiosity got the better of him and he had to know.
David shrugged and squirmed a little against the older man, obviously uncomfortable with this line of questioning. He'd only just gotten out the admission; coming up with an explanation for it might be asking too much.
"Please Archie . . ." Cook said softly and it wasn't teasing or goofy, the way that he said it. It was just . . . raw and pleading and maybe a little desperate. He felt David gulp in a breath before he continued.
"Um, I just . . . I like to, um, to touch you and . . . I like knowing that I'm the one that, uh, that makes you feel so, um . . . so good, I guess. I like the way that you look at me while I do it, like . . ." He trailed off, his voice going from a soft flutter to barely a whisper before disappearing completely.
"Like what, baby?" Cook asked and he turned David around so that they were facing one another, eye to eye as David finished his explanation. Cook was afraid at first that he wouldn't find the words, but when their eyes met, something seemed to shift in the younger man and he found his voice once again.
"Like I'm the center of your world. Like nothing matters as much as me," he finished as he looked straight into Cook's eyes the whole time. Cook knew that he was forcing himself to hold that eye contact.
The words, as well as the raw emotion behind them, were enough to leave Cook speechless for a long moment and he just cupped David's face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss him gently. When he pulled back, Cook said, "That's absolutely true. Nothing else matters, not ever. Nothing means anything without you." David smiled and it was his turn to lean forward for a kiss.
When they pulled back again, David cleared his throat and looked down, away from Cook's eyes and Cook knew what he was about to say. And he knew he had it coming. After all, fair was fair. "What about you? What's your favorite?"
Cook smiled at the words he had expected and said, "I guess I'd have to say that, as much as I like anything that has to do with being with you, being inside you is probably what I love the most." David blushed at this admission, but brought his eyes up to Cook questioningly, silently entreating him for details he couldn't bring himself to actually request. "I like being close to you," Cook continued. "I feel . . . complete. I can't really explain it, I just know that it's the perfect feeling."
David's blush deepened even as his smile grew impossibly wide at Cook's words. And Cook loved that he had put that look on his lover's face.
"Okay, it's your turn to ask a question," Cook said finally. "What do you want to know?"
David seemed to think about that for a while, then said, "Um, how many, uh . . . how many people have you, you know, had sex with?"
Cook's eyes widened, not really having been expecting that. He kind of figured that David would steer the conversation away from sex, back to some neutral ground where the younger man felt more comfortable. Cook knew that the question must be one that David had pondered before for him to bring it up.
"Uh, well . . . girls or guys?" he asked.
David reddened a few more shades and said, "Both."
Cook did a quick count in his head, hoping that the number wouldn't shock David too badly before he said, "Sixteen." Up until he met David Archuleta, Cook had thought that his number was completely respectable. After all, he was a musician and he'd been a bartender and, hell, sixteen wasn't a lot. But then with David . . . well, sixteen probably seemed like some unfathomable number.
Looking down at the younger man, Cook could see him pondering the information he'd just received. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it and closed it again. Cook had a feeling he might know what he was going to say.
"Most of them were before Idol, which might seem weird. I mean, I wasn't famous and no one thought I was the sexiest man alive back then." He shrugged and said, "I just dated a lot, had a few serious girlfriends, a few one night things . . . Nothing that I'm terribly proud of, but you wanted to know."
David looked up at him again, biting his lip before finally asking, "What about, um . . . the guys? How many?"
"Uh," Cook had to admit that one threw him. He had not seen that coming at all. "Um, well there were four. Four guys, twelve girls, total."
"Including me?"
Again, Cook was a bit stunned, but he nodded and said, "Yes, you were the fourth. Um, the first one was a guy I went to college with. We fooled around sometimes, usually nothing serious. But, once or twice, well . . . And then there were a couple of guys after Idol. Just, you know, one time." He didn't mention that they'd each been guys he'd picked up at bars, chosen specifically because of the resemblance they bore to David Archuleta himself. That was maybe a secret for another day.
David was silent for a while and Cook was wondering what the younger man was thinking. He wished that David would just hurry up and say something, anything, even if it was filled with disappointment and disapproval. Anything seemed better than silence.
Finally, David said, "You know I haven't been with anyone else." It was a statement because, of course, Cook knew that. But it didn't sound accusing as Cook would have expected. It sounded sad, maybe a little inadequate. And that, Cook just couldn't ignore.
"Hey, I don’t care about that," he said as he tilted David's face up to look at him. "All those others in my past? They mean nothing. You are everything, do you know that? Everything," he repeated softly and he longed for some magic words that would make David believe him without a doubt.
"I just . . . I guess I'm a little scared," David admitted.
"Scared? Scared of what?" Cook asked as he continued looking down into David's eyes.
"I don't know, that you'll get tired of me, maybe? That you'll find someone else." He hadn't meant for this to get so serious, but suddenly Cook was looking down at his lover and wondering how he could have been so blind to this insecurity that was pouring out of the younger man. He hated that he hadn't seen it sooner.
"Archie, stop, no," he said as he ran his thumb over David's cheek, his palm still cradling his face. "I don't want anyone else. Not ever. You . . . you're what I want." He pulled David against him and hugged him as tight as he could.
David pulled back and offered a small smile. "I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. I didn't mean to get all . . . whatever."
"Hey, it's fine. Just believe me, okay?" Cook said and David nodded.
Cook had rolled over onto his back on the sofa and David was now resting his head against the older man's chest. "Cook?" he said tentatively after a moment, his head not coming up to look at Cook as he spoke.
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Yeah, sure, you can ask me anything," Cook told him. He wondered where this was going and hoped that it wouldn't be another line of questions that would upset the younger man. Cook really hadn't started this discussion to upset him.
"Um, with the other guys, did you ever . . . I mean, when we, you know, it's always you who, um . . . to me. So, I was just wondering if you'd ever let one of them, you know . . . to you?" The question was disjointed as hell and, had he not known David as well as he did, Cook would have had no clue what he was talking about. Knowing him better than he knew anyone, though, Cook easily picked up the meaning behind his words.
"You want to know if I've ever been on bottom?" he clarified. David blushed so hard his cheek felt hot against Cook's chest, but he nodded. "No," Cook said. "The answer is no, I haven't."
David looked up at him, then, his expression one of surprise as he asked, "Why?"
Cook shrugged. "I guess I just never wanted to. And, aside from my friend in college, I was only with them once. And even him, it was only a couple of times. It was nothing like you and me. I guess I just . . . I don’t know, it sounds weird, but that felt too intimate, like I'd be giving them a part of me. And I'd be giving up control, trusting the other person completely. I guess I just never felt that with anyone before."
"Oh." David nodded his head and looked down again and Cook got the feeling that he wanted to say something else, but the other man remained silent.
"Archie? What is it?" Cook asked. If something was bothering him, then Cook wanted to know.
"No, no, it's nothing," David assured him.
"David," Cook said and the younger man looked up at that name, the one that Cook never used and the one that meant he was serious. He looked into David's eyes and said, "Tell me."
David sighed and sat up, moving to sit on the edge of the couch with his back to Cook. Cook followed him up, putting his arms around David and pulling the younger man back against his chest. "Just say it," he urged.
He felt David steel himself, felt him draw in a deep breath and straighten his spine as he closed his eyes and said, "I want to know . . . if you would let me," he managed, though the last few words were barely audible.
"Let you . . . " Cook questioned, then the meaning behind the words hit him and his lips rounded in surprise. "Wow, um . . . well, I . . ." he stammered, not sure what to say.
David was already shaking his head, saying that it didn't matter and just forget it. "I was just curious and if you don’t want to then I completely-"
"Yes," Cook said suddenly and David stopped speaking and turned to look at him.
"Wh-what?"
"I said, yes," Cook repeated. "I haven't ever let anyone do that because I haven't ever really trusted anyone that much. But, with you . . . well, I trust you more than I trust myself. So, my answer is yes." He suddenly felt very sure of himself, knowing that everything that he said to the younger man was true.
"Are . . . are you sure?" David asked as he continued looking at Cook in astonishment.
"Of course, of course I'm sure."
"Wow, um . . . I mean, I don’t even know why I asked you because it's not like I know what I'm doing anyway," he said suddenly. "I mean, I obviously haven't ever, um . . . and I don’t want to do anything wrong and-"
"Archie," Cook cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder and tugging him around so that they were facing one another. Looking into the younger man's eyes, Cook said, "I want you inside me." David actually gasped at little at the words, nodding mutely in reply.
Cook could feel the physical shift in the atmosphere around them as they went from making confessions to one another to the absolute and complete want that Cook could see reflected back at him from his lover's eyes. He hadn't stopped to think about it before that moment, but suddenly Cook couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to be completely at the mercy of David Archuleta.
"Bedroom," Cook said and his voice was thick and rough with want. David nodded and they both stood, Cook allowing himself to be led by the hand into the bedroom that they now shared.
They were already naked and Cook could see that David was definitely turned on by the prospect of what was to come. He led Cook over to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. Then, crawling onto the bed himself, David straddled the older man's hips and leaned down, bringing their lips together in a searing kiss.
When they broke away, David asked, "Are you sure?"
Cook groaned and said, "God, yes."
"You'll have to . . . teach me," he said and Cook bit his lip hard because, really, even the thought of describing this to David was starting to be more than he could handle. He nodded roughly and tried to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes, David was smiling down at him.
"What?" Cook asked the younger man.
"You love me," he said tenderly.
Cook smiled and said, "Well, damn, Archie, you know that already, I hope."
"Yeah, I did, I just . . . this is . . . I can't describe it, you know?" He looked like he might be choking up a little and Cook thought he understood.
"Hey, I know," he said as he skimmed the backs of his fingers along David's cheek. "Forever, right?"
David's smile lit up his whole face as he nodded and replied, "Yeah, forever."
"Okay, so can we get started before I lose my mind?" Cook asked with a strangled laugh.
"Yeah, I think I know that part," David answered and before Cook knew it the younger man was moving down his body, kissing his bare chest and planting sucking kisses down his torso. Cook felt David's teeth graze his hip and he had to clench his fists in the sheets to keep his body from arching upwards.
"So perfect," David breathed as he kissed along Cook's thighs, his hands moving around to cup Cook's ass, which pulled a groan from the older man.
"Archie, please . . ." Cook pleaded. With just the thought of what was about to happen lingering between them, Cook knew that he couldn't take very much teasing.
David seemed to sense this as well and moved back up Cook's thighs, taking him into his mouth at last. In the grand scheme of things, Cook knew that David didn't have a lot of experience at this act, but he had to concede that the younger man was a very fast learner. At first, David hadn't seemed sure of himself when it came to this part of their relationship. He always seemed to hold back and watch Cook to make sure that he was doing it right. But now, after a few months, David seemed to have come into some newfound confidence, at least as far as giving Cook pleasure was concerned. He was no longer tentative, no longer waiting for cues from his partner. David knew what made Cook squirm beneath him. He knew when to increase the pressure just enough to make Cook groan and then when to pull back just enough to prolong the experience. He'd said that this was his favorite thing and, thinking about it, Cook was obliged to believe him. Because, seriously, David was *really* good at this.
"Archie, wait, wait," Cook moaned and reached down towards his partner. "You gotta . . . ooohhh." David took the hint, pulled his mouth off of Cook and moving back up to lay beside him. "Fuck, you're good at that," Cook said breathlessly and that made the younger man flush crimson as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. Cook pulled him down for a deep kiss, not breaking it until they were both panting for breath. "Nightstand," he managed as he gestured to the side. "Get the stuff." He was starting to wonder how long he was actually going to be able to hold out for this.
David leaned over and got the lube and condom from the drawer. He started to open the wrapper, but Cook reached out and took it from him, shaking his head as he whispered, "Let me." David's eyes rounded as he nodded and he watched as Cook tore the package open with his teeth and took out the condom, reaching down to place the latex onto his partner, rolling it down slowly as his hand followed. David cried out and bucked into the touch, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as Cook's fist, slick with lube, pumped over him again and again.
"Ahhh, okay, stop, stop," he panted. "I can't . . ." he said breathlessly as his control faltered.
Cook released him and picked up the small tube of lubricant, pressing it into David's palm. "I trust you," he said as their eyes met and David felt light headed and giddy, like he might pass out for a second. Then he steadied himself and nodded at his partner, squeezing the slick substance onto his fingers before moving his hand back between Cook's legs.
At the first touch of David's slick finger, Cook tensed. He didn't mean to, it was just an instinct. He immediately said, "I'm okay, I'm okay. Slow," he told him and David nodded, circling Cook's entrance cautiously until he felt the man beneath him start to relax. Then, inching forward, his eyes meeting Cook's and holding his gaze steadily between them, David pressed forward and began easing his finger inside.
Cook sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth and giving a little grunt of pain and David stilled instantly. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked and Cook knew that he would. He would stop immediately as soon as Cook said so and that would be it. But, Cook knew he didn't want that. He wanted to do this for David; he wanted David to do this for him. He shook his head and held up his hand to indicate that he just needed a minute.
Finally, Cook looked back down at David and met his eyes again. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'm good." David returned the nod, keeping his eyes on Cook as he pushed his finger in another inch. Cook's eyes screwed shut and David reached out with his free hand to rub Cook's thigh.
"David?" he questioned gently and Cook opened his eyes again, looking at David and nodding to indicate that he was okay. It still hurt, little shooting pains running up his back as his body battled against the intrusion, but he was trying hard to relax, to stop fighting it and let himself go.
When his finger was all the way in, David stilled, searching Cook's face for a sign of what to do next. Cook knew that David could see the pain still playing across his face and he saw the concern that washed over David's own visage. They sat still for several long moments, David not daring to move until Cook said the word. Finally, Cook felt his body give a little and the pain, though still there, was dulled as he started to grow more accustomed to this new feeling. Looking down at David, he said, "Move a little." David looked uncertain, but Cook nodded his encouragement and the younger man finally complied.
At first, the movement was subtle, the barest hint of something as David tried not to push Cook too fast. Then, when the younger man's long finger brushed against his prostate, Cook gasped and cried out, his eyelids fluttering as his head fell back against the pillow. David repeated this action several more times until Cook was pushing down against his hand, his breath coming out in choked gasps and his hands fisting the sheets until his knuckles were solid white.
"More," he gasped out. "Please . . ."
David stilled his movements, pulling his hand slowly free and, adding more lubricant, pushing back in, this time using two fingers. The process repeated itself much the same, with David moving at a painstaking pace as he waited for Cook to adjust. Then, when the older man was finally ready, David found that same spot and teased his partner until Cook couldn't take any more. By the time he'd pulled free from Cook, the older man was covered in sweat, breathing like he'd just run a marathon.
David moved back up the bed until he could touch Cook's face. Their eyes met and David softly asked, "Are you sure? Because we can stop, we really can," he said and Cook reached up to pull him down by the back of his neck, kissing David until their lungs burned for oxygen.
"Baby, please . . ." he keened. "I want you."
It was all that David needed to hear. Slicking himself one last time, he moved to sit between Cook's legs and looked back at the man before him. "Just tell me and I'll stop," he promised. He seemed a little nervous, but not nearly as much as Cook would have thought. Suddenly, the man before him who was eight years his junior seemed so much older to him. He was confident and self-assured and Cook felt like he was discovering him all over again.
"Archie, c'mere, come up here," Cook said as he gestured to the man in front of him.
Looking at his partner quizzically, David obeyed. He crawled back up the bed to rest alongside Cook and Cook knew that the younger man thought that he was changing his mind. He said, "It's okay, Cook, it really is," and the fact that he completely meant those words was enough to make Cook smile.
"No, no, I'm not . . . I just, I wanted to look at you," he admitted tenderly. He reached out and ran his fingers across David's cheek and kissed his lips with every ounce of affection that he felt in his bones. "I love you. I want this, maybe more than I've ever wanted anything. And I just wanted you to know how glad I am that you're the one I'm doing it with. That you're my first," he said, then added, "My only."
Tears sparkled in David's eyes at the words and he leaned down to capture Cook's lips in another kiss. When he pulled back his cheeks were wet and he whispered, "I love you so much."
Cook smiled and nodded, saying, "I know, I know you do." They sat there, foreheads pressed together and breath mingling for minutes that seemed to last for hours. Finally, Cook said, "Okay, baby, I'm ready. Please, I'm ready."
David nodded and shifted again to rest between Cook's legs. Cook pulled a pillow from the other side of the bed and helped David get it under his hips. Then, David reached forward and clasped Cook's hand, holding it tightly as he met the older man's eyes and searched for permission. Cook smiled and nodded and David returned the nod, using his free hand to align himself with Cook's entrance and pressing forward cautiously.
Cook felt the same sharp hitch of pain as David entered him and he struggled to keep his body from clamping down tight. He took several deep breaths, willing himself to relax, and tried to focus all of his attention on David's face hovering above him.
The younger man looked so beautiful, all tense lines and furrowed brow as he inched slowly into Cook's body, struggling to move at a pace that Cook knew had to be torture. He swallowed deeply and sucked air into his lungs as he stilled yet again, his eyes flitting closed, but then meeting Cook's again in an instant.
"Are you . . . you okay?" David managed to ask. He was halfway inside of Cook and looked like he was wound tight enough to explode at any second. Cook wasn't even sure if the younger man was breathing.
"I . . . yeah, I . . ." Cook inhaled deeply again, letting the air out slowly and imagining his body relenting to the intrusion. He met David's eyes again and nodded. "You can move," he said. David watched him for several seconds, wanting to make absolutely sure, before he finally nodded and pushed forward again, stopping when he was fully inside of his partner.
Their hands were still clasped and David brought them to his lips, kissing Cook's knuckles and the back of his hand. "Alright?" he asked softly, still more concerned with Cook than he was with himself, although Cook knew that he had to be struggling to stay still. He'd never done this before and Cook could still remember the first time that he'd done this. It hadn't lasted very long.
As if reading his mind, David admitted, "I think this might be over pretty quickly."
Cook nodded. "Yeah, that's okay," he assured his lover.
David bit his lip and moved his hips forward, testing to see how Cook would react. The older man grunted, but pushed down towards him, trying to urge him on. He moved again, circling his hips a little and Cook could see how close he already was. "Archie, it's okay," he said softly.
But the younger man wasn't satisfied with that. He reached between them to grasp Cook's erection, pumping him as his hips drove forward again. His hand was still slick and it moved across Cook's flesh like silk. Then, David hitched Cook's hips up with his free hand, changing the angle just enough to find that spot inside him that made Cook see stars. Cook cried out, feeling himself reaching his peak. A few more thrusts and David was falling, crying out Cook's name as his body jerked with pleasure. Seeing this was enough of a push for Cook and he soon followed right behind his lover.
Both completely spent, they collapsed together into a tangle of limbs, both breathless and damp with sweat. Cook was the first one to find his voice, saying, "That was amazing." David nuzzled his neck and murmured some nonsensical reply.
Cook turned onto his side, pulling David's limp body against him as he wrapped his arms around the younger man and threw one leg over his. "Thank you," he heard David whisper and Cook pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. "Thank you for trusting me," David said and Cook felt tears spill onto his cheeks in an instant.
"I love you," he said as he pulled David back against his body.
"I love you, too," David said against his shoulder.
They both held on tight, not wanting to let go of one another. Cook felt a sudden wash of joy come over him as he stroked David's back, feeling the younger man's breathing start to even out as sleep took him. He thought back to their days on Idol, those first moments that had ultimately shaped the relationship they had today. He'd never even fathomed back then that he could love this man so much. It almost seemed impossible but, when he looked at David, Cook knew that it was true. He'd found his soul mate.
Shifting a little further onto his back, Cook felt the dull ache that he knew he would feel for a day or two to come. He smiled a little, thinking that might not be so bad.
With one last kiss to David's temple, Cook closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
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I'm still yours . . . faithfully
The End
June 29, 2008
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
See part one for additional disclaimers.
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Part Two
I get the joy of rediscovering you
oh, will you stand by me
A few hours later, after waking from their power nap, both men still lay sprawled on the couch together. They were spooned against one another, Cook lying across the length of the deep sofa with David lying in front of him, the younger man's back pressed to Cook's front. Cook had one arm thrown languidly across David's chest, effectively pinning them together. Neither man seemed to want to leave the other's personal space that night.
"We could go lay in the bed," David suggested as he used his finger to trace along the shape of Cook's hand against his own chest.
"I'm fine here," Cook replied.
"Do you want to watch television or something?" David asked.
"Not really," Cook answered, adding, "Unless you do."
David shook his head against Cook's chest and said, "No, this is fine. Maybe we could just talk?"
Cook nodded at that, thinking that lying around for the rest of the evening and talking to David sounded like just about the best thing he could think of. And since he didn't think his body was quite up to a repeat performance of the *very* best thing just yet, talking was now in the lead.
"What do you want to talk about?" Cook asked as he rubbed his hand idly across David's chest and belly.
David shrugged. "I don’t know, you pick."
Cook smirked and said, "Okay then . . ."
"Uh oh, on second thought that sounds ominous. Maybe I should pick the topic after all," David said.
"Nope, too late," Cook declared. "I think we should play a little getting-to-know-you game."
David furrowed his brow as he craned his head to look back at his boyfriend. "Cook, if we don't know each other by now I'm not sure there's any hope."
"You think you know everything there is to know about me?" Cook asked him.
"Well," David replied, "Maybe not *everything*, but certainly the important stuff."
"Okay, if I can think of something to ask you that I don't know the answer to, then you have to tell me the truth. Deal?"
David shrugged and replied, "Yeah, okay, I guess that's fine."
"Okay," Cook said. He grinned wickedly as he asked, "What is your favorite sexual activity?"
"Cook! Jeez, I'm not answering that," David replied. "That's . . . no."
"Now Archie, you promised to answer," Cook said teasingly, but he really wanted to know. Because, whatever the answer, it was sure to be really hot to hear David say it.
The younger man blushed deeply and shook his head. "Why are we talking about this?"
Cook leaned down and whispered, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." Between the words themselves and the feel of Cook's voice growling against his ear, David shivered and drew in a shaky breath. Cook smiled because he knew he was about to get his answer.
"Okay," David managed to say. "Um, I guess my answer would be, um, what we did today."
Cook raised one eyebrow and replied, "Uh, babe, you might have to clarify that a bit because we've managed to do a variety of things today."
David sighed and said, "You know, at the ballpark. That. That's what I like the best. When I . . . to you." He was blushing so furiously that his coloring rivaled the deep flush he'd gotten after Michael and Carly had walked in on them earlier. Cook couldn't stop looking at the pink, pink skin of his neck and struggled to let his words sink in.
"Really?" he asked. This was actually the last thing that he'd expected David to say. Cook kind of thought that the younger man would say that he liked kissing the best. He'd already decided to tell David that this answer was a cop out, but that he wasn't at all surprised. And then David had laid this on him. Going down on Cook was his favorite thing to do in bed? That was nearly as big a shock as his impromptu welcome home at Dodger Stadium. "Why do you say that's your favorite?" he asked and he knew that technically it was his turn to answer the question, but his curiosity got the better of him and he had to know.
David shrugged and squirmed a little against the older man, obviously uncomfortable with this line of questioning. He'd only just gotten out the admission; coming up with an explanation for it might be asking too much.
"Please Archie . . ." Cook said softly and it wasn't teasing or goofy, the way that he said it. It was just . . . raw and pleading and maybe a little desperate. He felt David gulp in a breath before he continued.
"Um, I just . . . I like to, um, to touch you and . . . I like knowing that I'm the one that, uh, that makes you feel so, um . . . so good, I guess. I like the way that you look at me while I do it, like . . ." He trailed off, his voice going from a soft flutter to barely a whisper before disappearing completely.
"Like what, baby?" Cook asked and he turned David around so that they were facing one another, eye to eye as David finished his explanation. Cook was afraid at first that he wouldn't find the words, but when their eyes met, something seemed to shift in the younger man and he found his voice once again.
"Like I'm the center of your world. Like nothing matters as much as me," he finished as he looked straight into Cook's eyes the whole time. Cook knew that he was forcing himself to hold that eye contact.
The words, as well as the raw emotion behind them, were enough to leave Cook speechless for a long moment and he just cupped David's face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss him gently. When he pulled back, Cook said, "That's absolutely true. Nothing else matters, not ever. Nothing means anything without you." David smiled and it was his turn to lean forward for a kiss.
When they pulled back again, David cleared his throat and looked down, away from Cook's eyes and Cook knew what he was about to say. And he knew he had it coming. After all, fair was fair. "What about you? What's your favorite?"
Cook smiled at the words he had expected and said, "I guess I'd have to say that, as much as I like anything that has to do with being with you, being inside you is probably what I love the most." David blushed at this admission, but brought his eyes up to Cook questioningly, silently entreating him for details he couldn't bring himself to actually request. "I like being close to you," Cook continued. "I feel . . . complete. I can't really explain it, I just know that it's the perfect feeling."
David's blush deepened even as his smile grew impossibly wide at Cook's words. And Cook loved that he had put that look on his lover's face.
"Okay, it's your turn to ask a question," Cook said finally. "What do you want to know?"
David seemed to think about that for a while, then said, "Um, how many, uh . . . how many people have you, you know, had sex with?"
Cook's eyes widened, not really having been expecting that. He kind of figured that David would steer the conversation away from sex, back to some neutral ground where the younger man felt more comfortable. Cook knew that the question must be one that David had pondered before for him to bring it up.
"Uh, well . . . girls or guys?" he asked.
David reddened a few more shades and said, "Both."
Cook did a quick count in his head, hoping that the number wouldn't shock David too badly before he said, "Sixteen." Up until he met David Archuleta, Cook had thought that his number was completely respectable. After all, he was a musician and he'd been a bartender and, hell, sixteen wasn't a lot. But then with David . . . well, sixteen probably seemed like some unfathomable number.
Looking down at the younger man, Cook could see him pondering the information he'd just received. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it and closed it again. Cook had a feeling he might know what he was going to say.
"Most of them were before Idol, which might seem weird. I mean, I wasn't famous and no one thought I was the sexiest man alive back then." He shrugged and said, "I just dated a lot, had a few serious girlfriends, a few one night things . . . Nothing that I'm terribly proud of, but you wanted to know."
David looked up at him again, biting his lip before finally asking, "What about, um . . . the guys? How many?"
"Uh," Cook had to admit that one threw him. He had not seen that coming at all. "Um, well there were four. Four guys, twelve girls, total."
"Including me?"
Again, Cook was a bit stunned, but he nodded and said, "Yes, you were the fourth. Um, the first one was a guy I went to college with. We fooled around sometimes, usually nothing serious. But, once or twice, well . . . And then there were a couple of guys after Idol. Just, you know, one time." He didn't mention that they'd each been guys he'd picked up at bars, chosen specifically because of the resemblance they bore to David Archuleta himself. That was maybe a secret for another day.
David was silent for a while and Cook was wondering what the younger man was thinking. He wished that David would just hurry up and say something, anything, even if it was filled with disappointment and disapproval. Anything seemed better than silence.
Finally, David said, "You know I haven't been with anyone else." It was a statement because, of course, Cook knew that. But it didn't sound accusing as Cook would have expected. It sounded sad, maybe a little inadequate. And that, Cook just couldn't ignore.
"Hey, I don’t care about that," he said as he tilted David's face up to look at him. "All those others in my past? They mean nothing. You are everything, do you know that? Everything," he repeated softly and he longed for some magic words that would make David believe him without a doubt.
"I just . . . I guess I'm a little scared," David admitted.
"Scared? Scared of what?" Cook asked as he continued looking down into David's eyes.
"I don't know, that you'll get tired of me, maybe? That you'll find someone else." He hadn't meant for this to get so serious, but suddenly Cook was looking down at his lover and wondering how he could have been so blind to this insecurity that was pouring out of the younger man. He hated that he hadn't seen it sooner.
"Archie, stop, no," he said as he ran his thumb over David's cheek, his palm still cradling his face. "I don't want anyone else. Not ever. You . . . you're what I want." He pulled David against him and hugged him as tight as he could.
David pulled back and offered a small smile. "I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. I didn't mean to get all . . . whatever."
"Hey, it's fine. Just believe me, okay?" Cook said and David nodded.
Cook had rolled over onto his back on the sofa and David was now resting his head against the older man's chest. "Cook?" he said tentatively after a moment, his head not coming up to look at Cook as he spoke.
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Yeah, sure, you can ask me anything," Cook told him. He wondered where this was going and hoped that it wouldn't be another line of questions that would upset the younger man. Cook really hadn't started this discussion to upset him.
"Um, with the other guys, did you ever . . . I mean, when we, you know, it's always you who, um . . . to me. So, I was just wondering if you'd ever let one of them, you know . . . to you?" The question was disjointed as hell and, had he not known David as well as he did, Cook would have had no clue what he was talking about. Knowing him better than he knew anyone, though, Cook easily picked up the meaning behind his words.
"You want to know if I've ever been on bottom?" he clarified. David blushed so hard his cheek felt hot against Cook's chest, but he nodded. "No," Cook said. "The answer is no, I haven't."
David looked up at him, then, his expression one of surprise as he asked, "Why?"
Cook shrugged. "I guess I just never wanted to. And, aside from my friend in college, I was only with them once. And even him, it was only a couple of times. It was nothing like you and me. I guess I just . . . I don’t know, it sounds weird, but that felt too intimate, like I'd be giving them a part of me. And I'd be giving up control, trusting the other person completely. I guess I just never felt that with anyone before."
"Oh." David nodded his head and looked down again and Cook got the feeling that he wanted to say something else, but the other man remained silent.
"Archie? What is it?" Cook asked. If something was bothering him, then Cook wanted to know.
"No, no, it's nothing," David assured him.
"David," Cook said and the younger man looked up at that name, the one that Cook never used and the one that meant he was serious. He looked into David's eyes and said, "Tell me."
David sighed and sat up, moving to sit on the edge of the couch with his back to Cook. Cook followed him up, putting his arms around David and pulling the younger man back against his chest. "Just say it," he urged.
He felt David steel himself, felt him draw in a deep breath and straighten his spine as he closed his eyes and said, "I want to know . . . if you would let me," he managed, though the last few words were barely audible.
"Let you . . . " Cook questioned, then the meaning behind the words hit him and his lips rounded in surprise. "Wow, um . . . well, I . . ." he stammered, not sure what to say.
David was already shaking his head, saying that it didn't matter and just forget it. "I was just curious and if you don’t want to then I completely-"
"Yes," Cook said suddenly and David stopped speaking and turned to look at him.
"Wh-what?"
"I said, yes," Cook repeated. "I haven't ever let anyone do that because I haven't ever really trusted anyone that much. But, with you . . . well, I trust you more than I trust myself. So, my answer is yes." He suddenly felt very sure of himself, knowing that everything that he said to the younger man was true.
"Are . . . are you sure?" David asked as he continued looking at Cook in astonishment.
"Of course, of course I'm sure."
"Wow, um . . . I mean, I don’t even know why I asked you because it's not like I know what I'm doing anyway," he said suddenly. "I mean, I obviously haven't ever, um . . . and I don’t want to do anything wrong and-"
"Archie," Cook cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder and tugging him around so that they were facing one another. Looking into the younger man's eyes, Cook said, "I want you inside me." David actually gasped at little at the words, nodding mutely in reply.
Cook could feel the physical shift in the atmosphere around them as they went from making confessions to one another to the absolute and complete want that Cook could see reflected back at him from his lover's eyes. He hadn't stopped to think about it before that moment, but suddenly Cook couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to be completely at the mercy of David Archuleta.
"Bedroom," Cook said and his voice was thick and rough with want. David nodded and they both stood, Cook allowing himself to be led by the hand into the bedroom that they now shared.
They were already naked and Cook could see that David was definitely turned on by the prospect of what was to come. He led Cook over to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. Then, crawling onto the bed himself, David straddled the older man's hips and leaned down, bringing their lips together in a searing kiss.
When they broke away, David asked, "Are you sure?"
Cook groaned and said, "God, yes."
"You'll have to . . . teach me," he said and Cook bit his lip hard because, really, even the thought of describing this to David was starting to be more than he could handle. He nodded roughly and tried to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes, David was smiling down at him.
"What?" Cook asked the younger man.
"You love me," he said tenderly.
Cook smiled and said, "Well, damn, Archie, you know that already, I hope."
"Yeah, I did, I just . . . this is . . . I can't describe it, you know?" He looked like he might be choking up a little and Cook thought he understood.
"Hey, I know," he said as he skimmed the backs of his fingers along David's cheek. "Forever, right?"
David's smile lit up his whole face as he nodded and replied, "Yeah, forever."
"Okay, so can we get started before I lose my mind?" Cook asked with a strangled laugh.
"Yeah, I think I know that part," David answered and before Cook knew it the younger man was moving down his body, kissing his bare chest and planting sucking kisses down his torso. Cook felt David's teeth graze his hip and he had to clench his fists in the sheets to keep his body from arching upwards.
"So perfect," David breathed as he kissed along Cook's thighs, his hands moving around to cup Cook's ass, which pulled a groan from the older man.
"Archie, please . . ." Cook pleaded. With just the thought of what was about to happen lingering between them, Cook knew that he couldn't take very much teasing.
David seemed to sense this as well and moved back up Cook's thighs, taking him into his mouth at last. In the grand scheme of things, Cook knew that David didn't have a lot of experience at this act, but he had to concede that the younger man was a very fast learner. At first, David hadn't seemed sure of himself when it came to this part of their relationship. He always seemed to hold back and watch Cook to make sure that he was doing it right. But now, after a few months, David seemed to have come into some newfound confidence, at least as far as giving Cook pleasure was concerned. He was no longer tentative, no longer waiting for cues from his partner. David knew what made Cook squirm beneath him. He knew when to increase the pressure just enough to make Cook groan and then when to pull back just enough to prolong the experience. He'd said that this was his favorite thing and, thinking about it, Cook was obliged to believe him. Because, seriously, David was *really* good at this.
"Archie, wait, wait," Cook moaned and reached down towards his partner. "You gotta . . . ooohhh." David took the hint, pulled his mouth off of Cook and moving back up to lay beside him. "Fuck, you're good at that," Cook said breathlessly and that made the younger man flush crimson as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. Cook pulled him down for a deep kiss, not breaking it until they were both panting for breath. "Nightstand," he managed as he gestured to the side. "Get the stuff." He was starting to wonder how long he was actually going to be able to hold out for this.
David leaned over and got the lube and condom from the drawer. He started to open the wrapper, but Cook reached out and took it from him, shaking his head as he whispered, "Let me." David's eyes rounded as he nodded and he watched as Cook tore the package open with his teeth and took out the condom, reaching down to place the latex onto his partner, rolling it down slowly as his hand followed. David cried out and bucked into the touch, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as Cook's fist, slick with lube, pumped over him again and again.
"Ahhh, okay, stop, stop," he panted. "I can't . . ." he said breathlessly as his control faltered.
Cook released him and picked up the small tube of lubricant, pressing it into David's palm. "I trust you," he said as their eyes met and David felt light headed and giddy, like he might pass out for a second. Then he steadied himself and nodded at his partner, squeezing the slick substance onto his fingers before moving his hand back between Cook's legs.
At the first touch of David's slick finger, Cook tensed. He didn't mean to, it was just an instinct. He immediately said, "I'm okay, I'm okay. Slow," he told him and David nodded, circling Cook's entrance cautiously until he felt the man beneath him start to relax. Then, inching forward, his eyes meeting Cook's and holding his gaze steadily between them, David pressed forward and began easing his finger inside.
Cook sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth and giving a little grunt of pain and David stilled instantly. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked and Cook knew that he would. He would stop immediately as soon as Cook said so and that would be it. But, Cook knew he didn't want that. He wanted to do this for David; he wanted David to do this for him. He shook his head and held up his hand to indicate that he just needed a minute.
Finally, Cook looked back down at David and met his eyes again. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'm good." David returned the nod, keeping his eyes on Cook as he pushed his finger in another inch. Cook's eyes screwed shut and David reached out with his free hand to rub Cook's thigh.
"David?" he questioned gently and Cook opened his eyes again, looking at David and nodding to indicate that he was okay. It still hurt, little shooting pains running up his back as his body battled against the intrusion, but he was trying hard to relax, to stop fighting it and let himself go.
When his finger was all the way in, David stilled, searching Cook's face for a sign of what to do next. Cook knew that David could see the pain still playing across his face and he saw the concern that washed over David's own visage. They sat still for several long moments, David not daring to move until Cook said the word. Finally, Cook felt his body give a little and the pain, though still there, was dulled as he started to grow more accustomed to this new feeling. Looking down at David, he said, "Move a little." David looked uncertain, but Cook nodded his encouragement and the younger man finally complied.
At first, the movement was subtle, the barest hint of something as David tried not to push Cook too fast. Then, when the younger man's long finger brushed against his prostate, Cook gasped and cried out, his eyelids fluttering as his head fell back against the pillow. David repeated this action several more times until Cook was pushing down against his hand, his breath coming out in choked gasps and his hands fisting the sheets until his knuckles were solid white.
"More," he gasped out. "Please . . ."
David stilled his movements, pulling his hand slowly free and, adding more lubricant, pushing back in, this time using two fingers. The process repeated itself much the same, with David moving at a painstaking pace as he waited for Cook to adjust. Then, when the older man was finally ready, David found that same spot and teased his partner until Cook couldn't take any more. By the time he'd pulled free from Cook, the older man was covered in sweat, breathing like he'd just run a marathon.
David moved back up the bed until he could touch Cook's face. Their eyes met and David softly asked, "Are you sure? Because we can stop, we really can," he said and Cook reached up to pull him down by the back of his neck, kissing David until their lungs burned for oxygen.
"Baby, please . . ." he keened. "I want you."
It was all that David needed to hear. Slicking himself one last time, he moved to sit between Cook's legs and looked back at the man before him. "Just tell me and I'll stop," he promised. He seemed a little nervous, but not nearly as much as Cook would have thought. Suddenly, the man before him who was eight years his junior seemed so much older to him. He was confident and self-assured and Cook felt like he was discovering him all over again.
"Archie, c'mere, come up here," Cook said as he gestured to the man in front of him.
Looking at his partner quizzically, David obeyed. He crawled back up the bed to rest alongside Cook and Cook knew that the younger man thought that he was changing his mind. He said, "It's okay, Cook, it really is," and the fact that he completely meant those words was enough to make Cook smile.
"No, no, I'm not . . . I just, I wanted to look at you," he admitted tenderly. He reached out and ran his fingers across David's cheek and kissed his lips with every ounce of affection that he felt in his bones. "I love you. I want this, maybe more than I've ever wanted anything. And I just wanted you to know how glad I am that you're the one I'm doing it with. That you're my first," he said, then added, "My only."
Tears sparkled in David's eyes at the words and he leaned down to capture Cook's lips in another kiss. When he pulled back his cheeks were wet and he whispered, "I love you so much."
Cook smiled and nodded, saying, "I know, I know you do." They sat there, foreheads pressed together and breath mingling for minutes that seemed to last for hours. Finally, Cook said, "Okay, baby, I'm ready. Please, I'm ready."
David nodded and shifted again to rest between Cook's legs. Cook pulled a pillow from the other side of the bed and helped David get it under his hips. Then, David reached forward and clasped Cook's hand, holding it tightly as he met the older man's eyes and searched for permission. Cook smiled and nodded and David returned the nod, using his free hand to align himself with Cook's entrance and pressing forward cautiously.
Cook felt the same sharp hitch of pain as David entered him and he struggled to keep his body from clamping down tight. He took several deep breaths, willing himself to relax, and tried to focus all of his attention on David's face hovering above him.
The younger man looked so beautiful, all tense lines and furrowed brow as he inched slowly into Cook's body, struggling to move at a pace that Cook knew had to be torture. He swallowed deeply and sucked air into his lungs as he stilled yet again, his eyes flitting closed, but then meeting Cook's again in an instant.
"Are you . . . you okay?" David managed to ask. He was halfway inside of Cook and looked like he was wound tight enough to explode at any second. Cook wasn't even sure if the younger man was breathing.
"I . . . yeah, I . . ." Cook inhaled deeply again, letting the air out slowly and imagining his body relenting to the intrusion. He met David's eyes again and nodded. "You can move," he said. David watched him for several seconds, wanting to make absolutely sure, before he finally nodded and pushed forward again, stopping when he was fully inside of his partner.
Their hands were still clasped and David brought them to his lips, kissing Cook's knuckles and the back of his hand. "Alright?" he asked softly, still more concerned with Cook than he was with himself, although Cook knew that he had to be struggling to stay still. He'd never done this before and Cook could still remember the first time that he'd done this. It hadn't lasted very long.
As if reading his mind, David admitted, "I think this might be over pretty quickly."
Cook nodded. "Yeah, that's okay," he assured his lover.
David bit his lip and moved his hips forward, testing to see how Cook would react. The older man grunted, but pushed down towards him, trying to urge him on. He moved again, circling his hips a little and Cook could see how close he already was. "Archie, it's okay," he said softly.
But the younger man wasn't satisfied with that. He reached between them to grasp Cook's erection, pumping him as his hips drove forward again. His hand was still slick and it moved across Cook's flesh like silk. Then, David hitched Cook's hips up with his free hand, changing the angle just enough to find that spot inside him that made Cook see stars. Cook cried out, feeling himself reaching his peak. A few more thrusts and David was falling, crying out Cook's name as his body jerked with pleasure. Seeing this was enough of a push for Cook and he soon followed right behind his lover.
Both completely spent, they collapsed together into a tangle of limbs, both breathless and damp with sweat. Cook was the first one to find his voice, saying, "That was amazing." David nuzzled his neck and murmured some nonsensical reply.
Cook turned onto his side, pulling David's limp body against him as he wrapped his arms around the younger man and threw one leg over his. "Thank you," he heard David whisper and Cook pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. "Thank you for trusting me," David said and Cook felt tears spill onto his cheeks in an instant.
"I love you," he said as he pulled David back against his body.
"I love you, too," David said against his shoulder.
They both held on tight, not wanting to let go of one another. Cook felt a sudden wash of joy come over him as he stroked David's back, feeling the younger man's breathing start to even out as sleep took him. He thought back to their days on Idol, those first moments that had ultimately shaped the relationship they had today. He'd never even fathomed back then that he could love this man so much. It almost seemed impossible but, when he looked at David, Cook knew that it was true. He'd found his soul mate.
Shifting a little further onto his back, Cook felt the dull ache that he knew he would feel for a day or two to come. He smiled a little, thinking that might not be so bad.
With one last kiss to David's temple, Cook closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
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I'm still yours . . . faithfully
The End
June 29, 2008