Fic: Horny, 1/1, Rated NC-17
Title: Horny
Author: courts
Disclaimer: In the words of Whitney Houston, I have nothing! So, yeah, please don't sue me. I'm making this all up.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Halloween and David has somehow agreed to let Cook choose their costumes for the evening.
Notes: Written for one of the Halloween prompts at david_squared. I get the feeling the intention was for the costumes to be reversed, but I liked it this way better *grin*.
Thanks: All hail the beta stylings of one nightingale_12. She's not only proficient, but super fast. Thanks sweetie!!
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"I'm not sure how I let you talk me into this," David Archuleta groused as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He and Cook were attending a party at Michael and Stacy's house that evening and, by some lapse of judgement, David had agreed to let Cook choose their costumes. Looking at himself in the getup that Cook had chosen, David was already regretting that decision.
Cook smiled mischievously as he came up behind David, his arms looping around his boyfriend's waist as he appraised David's appearance in the reflection before them. "If I remember correctly, there were quite a few sexual favors involved," he said, his lips finding David's pulse as his words brought a deep blush to David's cheeks and throat.
"Oh yeah," he said softly. He tilted his head to allow Cook's mouth better access, adding, "I'm starting to remember that conversation." David squirmed around, trying to get better access to Cook's body, all without dislodging those lips that continued doing things to make his toes curl.
His fingers skimmed down Cook's sides, down his hips until they came to the edge of his white button-down shirt. David moved his hands back up, this time under the fabric of Cook's shirt, going up and up until they touched the smooth, bare skin of Cook's sides.
"Mmm, you're trying to distract me," Cook said, his mouth leaving David's neck as he tilted his head back to look the younger man in the eye. Cook smiled, pressing a quick kiss to David's lips. "It's not going to work," he said. "We're still going to the party."
David sighed, gripping Cook's waist beneath his shirt, as he lamented, "It's not fair. You're wearing a suit and I'm wearing . . . this!" He gestured to the tight-fitting outfit that Cook had bought for him, his cheeks already flushing in embarrassment at the thought of everyone seeing him in it.
Cook made a low, growling sound as he surveyed David's appearance, leaning close to David's ear to whisper, "You look so fucking hot, baby." A shiver traveled down David's spine, despite his best efforts to control it. He really hated this outfit, but the effect that it had on Cook was definitely . . . interesting.
David turned again, facing the mirror and taking in his appearance. Whereas Cook wore a white tuxedo shirt, white pants and a white jacket, an outfit nearly identical to one of the ones he'd worn for the American Idol finale, David was dressed in something much less . . . familiar. He watched his reflection as he smoothed his hands down the incredibly tight red tee shirt. The edge of the shirt just barely covered the edge of the form-fitting red leather pants; pants that hugged David's behind and, well, other things. He could admit to himself that they looked kind of hot, actually, but there was a big difference in thinking they were flattering and actually wanting other people to see him in them.
"Fucking sexy," Cook hissed in his ear. He was draped across David's back, one arm snaked around his waist and the other leaning against his back, his fingers curled possessively over the red fabric at David's shoulder.
David caught his boyfriend's eyes in the mirror, eyes lightly rimmed with smudged black liner, eyes that could melt him in a second . . . eyes that could convince him to do anything. He could see the want in those eyes, the undisguised lust that made David's own blood run hot, made his pulse race. And he knew he'd give in. He just couldn't say no.
With a roll of his own black-lined eyes, David sighed and said, "Okay, alright, you win. But next year I so get to pick the costumes."
Cook's eyebrows danced, his lips pressing once again to David's neck. "Deal," he said. "Now, let me find our accessories." He disappeared from the bathroom, leaving David worried about what the accessories might entail.
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The party was kind of worse than David had expected. But, also, it was kind of better. Everyone had commented on his uncharacteristically sexy costume, but they also seemed to think he looked pretty good. He'd even caught a few people casting appreciative glances at him and, yeah, that wasn't so bad.
Cook, for his part, seemed to think that the sexy ensemble David was wearing meant that he needed to stay plastered to his boyfriend all night. David might have made a comment or two about the constant touching and, well, groping going on, but the truth was that he kind of liked it. He felt . . . sexy. It was weird, but also sort of awesome. And every time he caught Cook's eye he could see the barely restrained lust in his boyfriend's gaze and it made David feel powerful in a way that he had never expected.
The finishing touches of their costumes hadn't been so bad, in the end. Cook, who was an angel, wore a small pair of fluffy, white wings over his shoulders. It seemed silly, like some little girl's dress-up costume, but the effect against his white suit with his subtle touches of makeup was actually pretty sexy. David had found himself touching the feathers a few times, fascinated by the soft texture against the muscled curves of Cook's broad back.
The rest of David's devil costume had been a red, leather forked tail that attached to the back of his pants, and a pair of small horns that strapped around his head. The little bony-looking points were partly hidden by his messy, black hair with just the tips visible. It was the one part of the costume that David actually liked.
They were standing to one side of the room, watching their close friends mingling, looking at the various costumes that everyone had chosen for the evening and sipping the spiked punch that was making David feel drowsy and content. Cook's back was to the wall and David was leaning back into the warmth of his arms.
"I have the best looking date here," Cook whispered close to his ear. David giggled and tipped his head back to rest on Cook's shoulder. "I'm serious, baby, you're driving me fucking crazy." He punctuated the words with a hard kiss and both men lost themselves in it for a moment. When they finally pulled apart, Cook's eyes were so black that David only knew their true color from memory. He was instantly lost in the hungry stare, feeling his body reacting with need.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered. Cook's returning grin was all the answer that David needed.
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They made it home faster than they probably should have and managed to tumble through the front door before they started removing each other's clothes. David's shirt and Cook's jacket, along with the soft, wispy wings, hit the floor first. Cook's white pants ended up jumbled with both of their shoes at the end of the couch and David sat back on his haunches, straddling Cook's hips and looking down at his nearly naked boyfriend. He still had his shirt on, but the buttons were all open to expose his chest and David ran his hands up the hard, pale planes.
"God, Arch . . . I want you so fucking much right now," Cook admitted hoarsely. His hands were cupping David's ass through the soft, red leather, kneading the flesh beneath his questing fingers. David could feel his boyfriend's erection pressing hard against his own thigh, separated by the leather of his pants and the thin cotton of Cook's white boxer-briefs. Reaching down, David ran his palm over the hard length, feeling his own blood boil as Cook threw his head back and moaned. David rocked his hips to increase the fiction between them and Cook stuttered out, "Damn, you really are the devil," with a strained smile playing at his curled lips.
It didn't take long before David found their positions reversed, Cook hovering over him, his boxers discarded and his hands roaming hungrily over David's body as their tongues tangled in a dance they had both come to know well. "Archie . . . fuck . . ." Cook hissed as David's fingers wrapped around him, moving deftly over his erection.
Cook's hands were soon at the button of David's pants, flicking them open and pushing them halfway down the younger man's hips. There hadn't been room for underwear beneath the tight fabric, so Cook's hands moved instantly to David's exposed flesh. He felt Cook skim one hand over his bare hip, the other smoothing down his stomach to grip his length tightly.
"Ohhh," David keened, his own hand faltering as Cook's fingers worked their magic, skirting over the head of his dick and back down in a maddening rhythm. "Oh, yeah . . ."
"I fucking love these pants, Archie," Cook said in a low voice filled with sex as he continued to jerk David in time to the rhythm he had set. "And these," he said as he reached his free hand up to touch the small horns still peeking out of David's hair. He gave David a feral grin, then bent to ravage his mouth again.
David managed to regain enough of his senses to pick up Cook's rhythm and soon they were moving their hands over one another in perfect synch. Their bodies were pressed close on the couch and they eventually moved their fingers together, both of their hands grasping their cocks and moving at a frenzied pace until they each stilled, David only a few seconds ahead of Cook as they each cried out with their release.
Cook slumped down next to David, resting part of his body on the couch while the rest of him covered David's panting form. David felt Cook's lips graze his temple and felt more than heard the other man whisper his love into the suddenly still air. He brought his arms up to wrap Cook in a tight embrace, pulling more of the other man's comforting weight onto him as he sighed contentedly.
By the time they'd cleaned up and moved to the bedroom, David's leather pants had joined the rest of their clothes in a pile in the laundry room. They sank into their shared bed, David moving immediately to the circle of Cook's arms; his favorite place to be.
"Thanks for going along with the costumes tonight," Cook said softly.
David smiled and admitted, "I had fun."
"Sure you did," Cook chuckled. "You were the hit of the party. If I'd left you alone for a second you probably would have been mobbed."
David returned the laugh and said, "I highly doubt that, Cook."
"I don't," came the honest reply.
"It did feel good, I guess. Not that I want to make a habit out of wearing leather pants, though," David said.
"Mmm, that's fine with me," Cook told him, nipping lightly at David's ear with his words. "Just as long as you wear them for me every once in a while. I think I've decided I like having you all to myself when you wear them anyhow."
David smiled softly, blushing at the words but at the same time thinking that he had rather enjoyed how worked up his boyfriend had gotten over his ensemble tonight. He already knew he'd be hiding those pants away in a drawer somewhere, just in case.
They'd both grown silent, then, and between that and the warm weight of Cook curled around him, David had nearly drifted off to sleep. Then he heard Cook laughing softly, his chest vibrating slightly with his chuckles. His arms tightened around David and the younger man asked, "What?"
"I was just thinking," Cook replied cryptically.
"Yeah, about?" he prodded.
"Well, you always say I'm the one that's insatiable, but I guess the tables are turned tonight."
Though Cook couldn't see his face, David couldn't stop his eyebrows from shooting up in surprise as he responded, "Excuse me? I seem to remember you being the one hanging on me like a cheap suit all night, Mr. Cook." He smirked, knowing the older man didn't need to see his face to read his expression.
Cook lowered his head to press a kiss to David's shoulder, then lifted one hand to David's hair. "That may be true, but you're the one who's horny tonight, baby." He chuckled again as his fingers circled the little horns that were still in David's hair.
David couldn't help it. He knew it was one of the cheesiest things he'd ever heard come out of Cook's mouth (and that was saying a lot), but he was seized by a fit of laughter that soon enveloped them both. They ended up lying breathless in each other's arms, lips quirking each time they made eye contact.
Cook pressed his forehead to David's and, his smile turning soft, said, "I love you, Archie. You know that, right?"
David smiled back, feeling warm and safe as the words washed over him. He touched Cook's cheek and said, "Yeah . . . yeah, I do."
Pulling the blankets around them both, Cook tucked David snugly in his arms and they both drifted off to sleep.
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The End
October 27, 2008
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Author: courts
Disclaimer: In the words of Whitney Houston, I have nothing! So, yeah, please don't sue me. I'm making this all up.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Halloween and David has somehow agreed to let Cook choose their costumes for the evening.
Notes: Written for one of the Halloween prompts at david_squared. I get the feeling the intention was for the costumes to be reversed, but I liked it this way better *grin*.
Thanks: All hail the beta stylings of one nightingale_12. She's not only proficient, but super fast. Thanks sweetie!!
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"I'm not sure how I let you talk me into this," David Archuleta groused as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He and Cook were attending a party at Michael and Stacy's house that evening and, by some lapse of judgement, David had agreed to let Cook choose their costumes. Looking at himself in the getup that Cook had chosen, David was already regretting that decision.
Cook smiled mischievously as he came up behind David, his arms looping around his boyfriend's waist as he appraised David's appearance in the reflection before them. "If I remember correctly, there were quite a few sexual favors involved," he said, his lips finding David's pulse as his words brought a deep blush to David's cheeks and throat.
"Oh yeah," he said softly. He tilted his head to allow Cook's mouth better access, adding, "I'm starting to remember that conversation." David squirmed around, trying to get better access to Cook's body, all without dislodging those lips that continued doing things to make his toes curl.
His fingers skimmed down Cook's sides, down his hips until they came to the edge of his white button-down shirt. David moved his hands back up, this time under the fabric of Cook's shirt, going up and up until they touched the smooth, bare skin of Cook's sides.
"Mmm, you're trying to distract me," Cook said, his mouth leaving David's neck as he tilted his head back to look the younger man in the eye. Cook smiled, pressing a quick kiss to David's lips. "It's not going to work," he said. "We're still going to the party."
David sighed, gripping Cook's waist beneath his shirt, as he lamented, "It's not fair. You're wearing a suit and I'm wearing . . . this!" He gestured to the tight-fitting outfit that Cook had bought for him, his cheeks already flushing in embarrassment at the thought of everyone seeing him in it.
Cook made a low, growling sound as he surveyed David's appearance, leaning close to David's ear to whisper, "You look so fucking hot, baby." A shiver traveled down David's spine, despite his best efforts to control it. He really hated this outfit, but the effect that it had on Cook was definitely . . . interesting.
David turned again, facing the mirror and taking in his appearance. Whereas Cook wore a white tuxedo shirt, white pants and a white jacket, an outfit nearly identical to one of the ones he'd worn for the American Idol finale, David was dressed in something much less . . . familiar. He watched his reflection as he smoothed his hands down the incredibly tight red tee shirt. The edge of the shirt just barely covered the edge of the form-fitting red leather pants; pants that hugged David's behind and, well, other things. He could admit to himself that they looked kind of hot, actually, but there was a big difference in thinking they were flattering and actually wanting other people to see him in them.
"Fucking sexy," Cook hissed in his ear. He was draped across David's back, one arm snaked around his waist and the other leaning against his back, his fingers curled possessively over the red fabric at David's shoulder.
David caught his boyfriend's eyes in the mirror, eyes lightly rimmed with smudged black liner, eyes that could melt him in a second . . . eyes that could convince him to do anything. He could see the want in those eyes, the undisguised lust that made David's own blood run hot, made his pulse race. And he knew he'd give in. He just couldn't say no.
With a roll of his own black-lined eyes, David sighed and said, "Okay, alright, you win. But next year I so get to pick the costumes."
Cook's eyebrows danced, his lips pressing once again to David's neck. "Deal," he said. "Now, let me find our accessories." He disappeared from the bathroom, leaving David worried about what the accessories might entail.
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The party was kind of worse than David had expected. But, also, it was kind of better. Everyone had commented on his uncharacteristically sexy costume, but they also seemed to think he looked pretty good. He'd even caught a few people casting appreciative glances at him and, yeah, that wasn't so bad.
Cook, for his part, seemed to think that the sexy ensemble David was wearing meant that he needed to stay plastered to his boyfriend all night. David might have made a comment or two about the constant touching and, well, groping going on, but the truth was that he kind of liked it. He felt . . . sexy. It was weird, but also sort of awesome. And every time he caught Cook's eye he could see the barely restrained lust in his boyfriend's gaze and it made David feel powerful in a way that he had never expected.
The finishing touches of their costumes hadn't been so bad, in the end. Cook, who was an angel, wore a small pair of fluffy, white wings over his shoulders. It seemed silly, like some little girl's dress-up costume, but the effect against his white suit with his subtle touches of makeup was actually pretty sexy. David had found himself touching the feathers a few times, fascinated by the soft texture against the muscled curves of Cook's broad back.
The rest of David's devil costume had been a red, leather forked tail that attached to the back of his pants, and a pair of small horns that strapped around his head. The little bony-looking points were partly hidden by his messy, black hair with just the tips visible. It was the one part of the costume that David actually liked.
They were standing to one side of the room, watching their close friends mingling, looking at the various costumes that everyone had chosen for the evening and sipping the spiked punch that was making David feel drowsy and content. Cook's back was to the wall and David was leaning back into the warmth of his arms.
"I have the best looking date here," Cook whispered close to his ear. David giggled and tipped his head back to rest on Cook's shoulder. "I'm serious, baby, you're driving me fucking crazy." He punctuated the words with a hard kiss and both men lost themselves in it for a moment. When they finally pulled apart, Cook's eyes were so black that David only knew their true color from memory. He was instantly lost in the hungry stare, feeling his body reacting with need.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered. Cook's returning grin was all the answer that David needed.
-=-=-=-=-
They made it home faster than they probably should have and managed to tumble through the front door before they started removing each other's clothes. David's shirt and Cook's jacket, along with the soft, wispy wings, hit the floor first. Cook's white pants ended up jumbled with both of their shoes at the end of the couch and David sat back on his haunches, straddling Cook's hips and looking down at his nearly naked boyfriend. He still had his shirt on, but the buttons were all open to expose his chest and David ran his hands up the hard, pale planes.
"God, Arch . . . I want you so fucking much right now," Cook admitted hoarsely. His hands were cupping David's ass through the soft, red leather, kneading the flesh beneath his questing fingers. David could feel his boyfriend's erection pressing hard against his own thigh, separated by the leather of his pants and the thin cotton of Cook's white boxer-briefs. Reaching down, David ran his palm over the hard length, feeling his own blood boil as Cook threw his head back and moaned. David rocked his hips to increase the fiction between them and Cook stuttered out, "Damn, you really are the devil," with a strained smile playing at his curled lips.
It didn't take long before David found their positions reversed, Cook hovering over him, his boxers discarded and his hands roaming hungrily over David's body as their tongues tangled in a dance they had both come to know well. "Archie . . . fuck . . ." Cook hissed as David's fingers wrapped around him, moving deftly over his erection.
Cook's hands were soon at the button of David's pants, flicking them open and pushing them halfway down the younger man's hips. There hadn't been room for underwear beneath the tight fabric, so Cook's hands moved instantly to David's exposed flesh. He felt Cook skim one hand over his bare hip, the other smoothing down his stomach to grip his length tightly.
"Ohhh," David keened, his own hand faltering as Cook's fingers worked their magic, skirting over the head of his dick and back down in a maddening rhythm. "Oh, yeah . . ."
"I fucking love these pants, Archie," Cook said in a low voice filled with sex as he continued to jerk David in time to the rhythm he had set. "And these," he said as he reached his free hand up to touch the small horns still peeking out of David's hair. He gave David a feral grin, then bent to ravage his mouth again.
David managed to regain enough of his senses to pick up Cook's rhythm and soon they were moving their hands over one another in perfect synch. Their bodies were pressed close on the couch and they eventually moved their fingers together, both of their hands grasping their cocks and moving at a frenzied pace until they each stilled, David only a few seconds ahead of Cook as they each cried out with their release.
Cook slumped down next to David, resting part of his body on the couch while the rest of him covered David's panting form. David felt Cook's lips graze his temple and felt more than heard the other man whisper his love into the suddenly still air. He brought his arms up to wrap Cook in a tight embrace, pulling more of the other man's comforting weight onto him as he sighed contentedly.
By the time they'd cleaned up and moved to the bedroom, David's leather pants had joined the rest of their clothes in a pile in the laundry room. They sank into their shared bed, David moving immediately to the circle of Cook's arms; his favorite place to be.
"Thanks for going along with the costumes tonight," Cook said softly.
David smiled and admitted, "I had fun."
"Sure you did," Cook chuckled. "You were the hit of the party. If I'd left you alone for a second you probably would have been mobbed."
David returned the laugh and said, "I highly doubt that, Cook."
"I don't," came the honest reply.
"It did feel good, I guess. Not that I want to make a habit out of wearing leather pants, though," David said.
"Mmm, that's fine with me," Cook told him, nipping lightly at David's ear with his words. "Just as long as you wear them for me every once in a while. I think I've decided I like having you all to myself when you wear them anyhow."
David smiled softly, blushing at the words but at the same time thinking that he had rather enjoyed how worked up his boyfriend had gotten over his ensemble tonight. He already knew he'd be hiding those pants away in a drawer somewhere, just in case.
They'd both grown silent, then, and between that and the warm weight of Cook curled around him, David had nearly drifted off to sleep. Then he heard Cook laughing softly, his chest vibrating slightly with his chuckles. His arms tightened around David and the younger man asked, "What?"
"I was just thinking," Cook replied cryptically.
"Yeah, about?" he prodded.
"Well, you always say I'm the one that's insatiable, but I guess the tables are turned tonight."
Though Cook couldn't see his face, David couldn't stop his eyebrows from shooting up in surprise as he responded, "Excuse me? I seem to remember you being the one hanging on me like a cheap suit all night, Mr. Cook." He smirked, knowing the older man didn't need to see his face to read his expression.
Cook lowered his head to press a kiss to David's shoulder, then lifted one hand to David's hair. "That may be true, but you're the one who's horny tonight, baby." He chuckled again as his fingers circled the little horns that were still in David's hair.
David couldn't help it. He knew it was one of the cheesiest things he'd ever heard come out of Cook's mouth (and that was saying a lot), but he was seized by a fit of laughter that soon enveloped them both. They ended up lying breathless in each other's arms, lips quirking each time they made eye contact.
Cook pressed his forehead to David's and, his smile turning soft, said, "I love you, Archie. You know that, right?"
David smiled back, feeling warm and safe as the words washed over him. He touched Cook's cheek and said, "Yeah . . . yeah, I do."
Pulling the blankets around them both, Cook tucked David snugly in his arms and they both drifted off to sleep.
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The End
October 27, 2008
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