Fic: Lost, 1/1, Rated PG-13
Title: Lost
Author: courts
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Rated: PG-13 for some swear words and mentions of sex
Summary: Cook and Archie are lost in the desert.
Notes: This is just a short story that popped into my head. I wrote it in about ten minutes so sorry if it sucks. I just wanted to finish *something* this week, lol. Not beta'd *gasp*!
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Lost
"We're not lost," I say definitively, pushing my foot to the gas pedal for emphasis. I can see David raise his eyebrows from the seat beside me, but he says nothing. We both know that we're fucking lost, but I'm grateful to him for not saying it.
We were supposed to be in Vegas an hour ago, by my calculations. We'd both been so busy with releasing our albums and doing press and playing shows all over the place that it seemed like forever since we'd had a minute alone, a time to just be . . . us.
So, I'd had the bright idea to plan a weekend getaway in Las Vegas. And, instead of flying there like normal people with disposable income, I'd decided that the six hour drive from Los Angeles would be fun. Barrel of fucking fun, lemme tell ya. Lost in the desert, running low on gas and feeling more like a fool every second. I pull over to the side of the road and cut the engine.
Sighing in defeat, I say, "I'm sorry, Archie. I didn't mean . . . fuck, I thought I knew where we were going. You were probably right about that turn. We should have taken a left back there." I hate myself for ruining this, for wasting time we could have spent in a bed at the Bellagio, instead riding around aimlessly.
But David, as usual, takes the whole thing in stride. He reaches over and clasps my hand in his and squeezes my fingers until I look up to meet his eyes. "Who cares where we are, Cook? We're together," he says simply and all I can do is smile and lean over to give him a long kiss.
"God, I've missed you," I say softly and it's pathetic how much of an understatement that is. I'm supposed to be this big, tough rock star and all I do all day is think about my eighteen-year-old boyfriend and how much I want to curl up in bed and watch him sleep. I don't even care, though. I've never been half as happy in my life as I am when I'm with him and that's all that I can let myself care about.
"There was a motel a few miles back," David says against my lips as he bends in to initiate another kiss.
I tilt my head and rub my tongue against his and groan into his mouth and I hope that's enough of an answer. With a great amount of effort on my part, I pull away from him enough to start the car back up and perform an illegal U-turn as I head back towards that motel.
David curls into my side, his hands running up and down my thighs and his lips against the skin of my neck, setting my whole body on fire and I start praying that they have a room available. Something tells me that David won't be happy if we have to have sex in the parking lot. Even so, I'm already calculating the size of my car's backseat and thinking about where I stuck the tube of lube in my suitcase. I've been away from my boy for way too long and getting lost in him is the only thing that's on my mind.
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The End
August 4, 2008
Author: courts
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Rated: PG-13 for some swear words and mentions of sex
Summary: Cook and Archie are lost in the desert.
Notes: This is just a short story that popped into my head. I wrote it in about ten minutes so sorry if it sucks. I just wanted to finish *something* this week, lol. Not beta'd *gasp*!
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Lost
"We're not lost," I say definitively, pushing my foot to the gas pedal for emphasis. I can see David raise his eyebrows from the seat beside me, but he says nothing. We both know that we're fucking lost, but I'm grateful to him for not saying it.
We were supposed to be in Vegas an hour ago, by my calculations. We'd both been so busy with releasing our albums and doing press and playing shows all over the place that it seemed like forever since we'd had a minute alone, a time to just be . . . us.
So, I'd had the bright idea to plan a weekend getaway in Las Vegas. And, instead of flying there like normal people with disposable income, I'd decided that the six hour drive from Los Angeles would be fun. Barrel of fucking fun, lemme tell ya. Lost in the desert, running low on gas and feeling more like a fool every second. I pull over to the side of the road and cut the engine.
Sighing in defeat, I say, "I'm sorry, Archie. I didn't mean . . . fuck, I thought I knew where we were going. You were probably right about that turn. We should have taken a left back there." I hate myself for ruining this, for wasting time we could have spent in a bed at the Bellagio, instead riding around aimlessly.
But David, as usual, takes the whole thing in stride. He reaches over and clasps my hand in his and squeezes my fingers until I look up to meet his eyes. "Who cares where we are, Cook? We're together," he says simply and all I can do is smile and lean over to give him a long kiss.
"God, I've missed you," I say softly and it's pathetic how much of an understatement that is. I'm supposed to be this big, tough rock star and all I do all day is think about my eighteen-year-old boyfriend and how much I want to curl up in bed and watch him sleep. I don't even care, though. I've never been half as happy in my life as I am when I'm with him and that's all that I can let myself care about.
"There was a motel a few miles back," David says against my lips as he bends in to initiate another kiss.
I tilt my head and rub my tongue against his and groan into his mouth and I hope that's enough of an answer. With a great amount of effort on my part, I pull away from him enough to start the car back up and perform an illegal U-turn as I head back towards that motel.
David curls into my side, his hands running up and down my thighs and his lips against the skin of my neck, setting my whole body on fire and I start praying that they have a room available. Something tells me that David won't be happy if we have to have sex in the parking lot. Even so, I'm already calculating the size of my car's backseat and thinking about where I stuck the tube of lube in my suitcase. I've been away from my boy for way too long and getting lost in him is the only thing that's on my mind.
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The End
August 4, 2008