fic: the art of persistence (cook/archuleta) 3/3
Part one, notes and warnings here.
Christmas and his birthday and New Year are all awesome, but he spends almost the whole time he's at home wandering around in a daze, barely able to think about anything but David Cook. They text each other every day at least three or four times, and Cook calls him every night to say goodnight, and David calls Cook every morning when he wakes up.
He realises on about the second day that every other sentence he utters is about Cook, and that he's finding weird ways to bring Cook into every conversation (embarrassing sample: his mom: 'David, honey, can you take the beans off the stove please?' David: 'Cook likes beans.' His mom: 'Uh... that's nice, honey.')
His sisters stop teasing him about it when they realise that he now likes it because it gives him a chance to talk about Cook, and that takes all the fun out of it.
He does try to rein it in, especially around his dad, because it's not like they've had the 'Hey, so, I'm gay and I'm in love with Cook,' conversation (not that he ever wants to have that conversation with his father), but no one seems to mind - his mom just grins at him and ruffles his hair, and his dad mentions every now and then what a good guy Cook is.
On his birthday, he gets a card from Cook that says '18 today!' in big cartoonish letters, with a picture of a frog on the front of it, and all Cook's written in it is 'Happy birthday, Cook x'. He guesses it's because Cook's trying to be subtle, and it turns out to have been the right call, because Amber, the little sneak, liberates him of the card about ten seconds after he's opened it at the breakfast table and shrieks, 'It's from Cook, it's from Cook!' and then she and Jazzy make disappointed faces that Cook hasn't written 'love from' or anything. 'And only one kiss,' Jazzy says, solemnly. 'That's what you do for friends. I guess he doesn't love you back.' David's just thankful his dad and Daniel aren't down yet.
He's also kind of preoccupied, because he's been doing some research online - he's determined to go into the whole seduction thing well prepared, but it means he keeps having to slam his laptop shut on websites like 'Better sex for gay men' and 'Anal sex 101', when one of the girls or his mom wanders into the room, which is totally mortifying.
He wipes his cache every time, and he's meticulous about clearing out any record of what he's up to, and hardly anyone ever uses his laptop anyway - they all have their own - so he should be okay, but he feels nervous anyway, not to mention the fact that everything he reads just makes him more embarrassed and uncertain. Mostly the information makes him itchy and tense and kind of aching for Cook. He winds up jerking off ridiculous amounts, more than he ever has before, and he thinks of Cook every time; he debates feeling guilty about it, because it's not like they're official or anything, so he's doing it without Cook's consent, or whatever, but he can't help himself.
He pictures them doing the stuff he's read about, but it's hard to imagine because he doesn't know what any of it really feels like, so he tends to fall back on recalling the kissing, which still has the power to leave him breathless when he gets a flash of memory unexpectedly. And if the kissing was that good, then the rest of it should be pretty mind-blowing. So he thinks he can be forgiven for being in a bit of a Cook-daze, although he's certainly not going to explain exactly why he is to any of his family.
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When it's time for him to fly back to LA, for the first time ever he feels more excited about where he's going (and who he's going to) than sad about leaving home. He hugs his sisters and his mom, and waves goodbye to Dan and his dad, who's going to follow in a few days (David's secretly thrilled that he gets to fly back by himself, even though he's going to be met at the airport by Summer, and she's going to be staying with him until his dad gets back to LA). He spends the whole flight daydreaming about Cook.
He calls Cook as soon as they get into his apartment. He's got his schedule, and they want him to do a whole bunch of press and there's a couple of photo shoots lined up over the next week or so, and for later that evening there's a note about a movie premiere he's been invited to, with a question mark.
'You don't have to go if you'd rather stay in,' Summer says, and he thinks about it, and then says to Cook, 'Hey, so, explosions, monsters, car chases, superheroes - sound like fun?'
Cook laughs and says, 'Are you asking me to be your date to that movie premiere tonight? Because Miley Cyrus has already engaged me for the evening.'
David stares at the wall blankly. 'You and Miley Cyrus?' he asks, baffled.
'Yeah, I guess she finally decided she wanted a real man instead of one of those Jonas kids,' Cook says, and then he snorts with laughter.
'You liar!' David says, inexplicably relieved.
'Yeah, sorry, Miley's still in love with you; don't worry, I'm not gonna steal her,' Cook says, still snickering.
'Well, after that, I might go with her,' David says hotly, and then, 'So, that means you're free, right?'
'Yep,' Cook says. 'But you have to ask.'
'Um, will you come to the premiere with me?' David asks, cautiously, and Cook chuckles and says, 'I'll pick you up at seven.'
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Summer laughs at him when she catches him trying on his fifth different outfit, and digs through his closet, handing him jeans and a shirt. 'Anyone would think you were going on a date,' she says. 'Not just accompanying a friend to a movie premiere.' She's smirking at him - she so knows.
He figures he may as well go for it and says, awkwardly, 'Summer, uh, we might go back to Cook's after for dinner and maybe watch a couple of movies, and you know I hate driving late at night.'
She smiles at him and says, 'Cook's got, like, eight bedrooms, right? I'm sure he'll let you crash over there,' and he could almost swear she winks at him.
He decides he's imagining it, to preserve his sanity, and then she says, 'C'mon, get dressed, he'll be here soon,' and leaves him to it.
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Cook looks him up and down when he opens the door, not in an obvious way, just appreciative, and he's the perfect gentleman when he comes inside to talk to Summer (he promises to take good care of David, and she says she knows he will), and it is painfully like every first date scene in any movie he's ever watched. He's just relieved that it's Summer who's here instead of his dad.
Once they're in the car, Cook leans over and his fingers brush David's throat - or, the necklace he's wearing.
'I haven't taken it off since you gave it to me,' David admits, feeling his mouth getting dry. He swallows a couple of times and Cook's fingers stay resting lightly on his skin as he does. It's weird; it's almost sexier than kissing, somehow, sitting close together in the dark of the car, barely able to make out each other's expressions.
'Dave,' Cook says, low, and then he leans in and kisses David, hard. David responds hungrily and when they break apart he's panting.
'I missed you,' he says, and Cook says, 'I missed you more. God, you have no idea what you do to me, I can't stop thinking about you; it's crazy.'
David feels his heart catch in his throat, can barely believe what he's hearing, and he swallows to try and clear it, and says, 'M-me too, all the time.'
The driver knocks on the divider glass to indicate they're almost there, and David feels like every molecule in his body is trying to follow Cook as he slides away, putting space between them.
'David, we can't,' Cook says, 'Not now, we have to be photographed, and I can't do it with a goddamn hard-on, okay? I promised my publicist I'd stop pulling crazy shit like that.'
David has problems of his own in that department, so he says, 'Okay, so, think of the least sexy thing ever, like, uh--Oh! Simon Cowell naked.'
Cook lets out a moan and says, 'Fuck, that's wrong. Okay, it's totally working; you're a freaking genius. Except I may never be able to forgive you for traumatising me with mental images of naked Cowell.'
The car pulls to a stop, and David bites his lip, and then slides out as the door is opened. There's a burst of flashes, and Cook climbs out and stands next to him, slinging an arm around his shoulder, smiling at the photographers, which leads to lots more flashes. Cook guides him down the red carpet, and they get stopped like eight times by different news crews.
They're being interviewed by, he thinks, two different Fox affiliates, and David can hear Cook telling a reporter that he's really excited about how well his album is doing, and yeah, he has spoken to Michael Phelps recently, and he's doing good, and no, he doesn't know when details of his solo tour will be firmed up. David is not entirely paying attention to his own interview because he's just being asked the same old boring questions and he knows all the answers by rote. Cook leans into the shot, surprising him, and says, smiling politely, 'Hey, guys, it's great chatting, but we don't wanna miss the start of the movie; I hear it's pretty cool,' and he tugs David away.
Inside the theater, lots of people he thinks he should recognise come up to say hi, mostly to Cook, although some Disney star he's never heard of gets really excited when she spots him and has no clue who Cook is, which of course Cook thinks is hysterical.
David puts up with it for almost fifteen minutes, and then he can't stand it anymore, so he pulls Cook aside, and leans up to whisper in his ear, 'I was thinking, um, maybe we could skip the movie...'
Cook grins at him and says, 'But I wanna see the explosions and monsters and daring rescues,' pouting a little. Then he gives it up and says, 'You read my mind, Archuleta, let's get outta here,' and they follow the rest of the celebrities out the back entrance, which is a concept David has always found totally nuts up until now, because wow, does he have better things to do.
Cook's on the phone to the driver, and the Disney star - Callie? Kristy? Allie? - corners him and says, 'Hey, so, what are you doing later, are you going to a cool party?' and she's actually twirling her hair around her finger.
'Um, I--no, not--' he stutters, and then Cook saves him, stepping in and saying, 'Yeah, but it's eighteen-and-over only, sorry.'
The girl pouts at them both, and then Cook says, 'Nice to meet you, Ainsley, but our ride is here,' and David finds himself herded into the car, and laughs a little with relief. He leans against Cook, and can't resist rubbing the tips of his fingers over the seam of Cook's jeans, by his knee, gently.
'Hey, you know, Summer would probably love you to date that chick,' Cook says lightly.
David says, 'Yeah, maybe, but I wanna date you, so whatever,' and then he twists around and kisses Cook.
The ride to Cook's place seems to take forever, and then Cook is saying to the driver, 'Dan, thanks, but Archie doesn't need a ride home,' and David's flushing all over, because that's totally what he was planning, but he didn't say that to Cook.
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They stumble through the door, kissing the second it slams shut behind them, and David feels like he can't think straight, all he wants is Cook naked, now. He pulls back, panting, and says, 'Wait, wait,' and Cook says, 'Sorry, shit, of course, you don't wanna, I shouldn't--' and David says, 'Cook, shut up, I want to, I really do, I just--I need to think.'
Cook's expression is kind of priceless, and then he says, 'We could, uh, watch a movie first? You know, less stressful that way, maybe?' and David thinks about it for all of a second before saying, 'No, no, I want you now,' and Cook's eyes go kind of unfocused, and he rubs a hand through his artfully styled hair, messing it up endearingly.
'Okay, so, bedroom?' David says, and Cook nods and takes his hand, and even that small touch of skin to skin is thrilling. He's never seen Cook's bedroom before - it's huge, and the bed is massive, with heaps of pillows, and honestly, that's about all he's capable of noticing right now - his brain is pretty much, bed, yay, so he walks over to it, pulling Cook behind him, and then he reverses their positions and pushes Cook backwards so he falls onto the bed, sprawling out.
David climbs onto the bed, lays himself on top of Cook, and kisses him. It's different, doing it from this angle; with him above Cook he seems to have more control, and he deepens the kiss, and then licks into Cook's mouth experimentally. Cook's moan is seriously rewarding, so he explores a bit more, repeating some of the moves Cook has used on him, and meanwhile he strokes the parts of Cook he can reach, tracing patterns down Cook's sides, and brushing his fingers against Cook's hips.
He can feel Cook, hard through his jeans, pressing against his hip, and he wriggles a little, inquisitively, which makes Cook gasp and drop his head back. That gives David access to his throat which proves to be a win-win situation - Cook seems to love having his throat kissed, and David gets a little daring and nips at the skin gently.
'Fuck, I don't even--who are you and what did you do with the real David Archuleta?' Cook asks, but his voice sounds kind of muffled because he's flung a hand over his face, which is how David learns that Cook gets kind of mouthy in bed.
David peels Cook's hand away, waits until Cook opens his eyes, and then says, 'I am the real David Archuleta,' and kisses Cook on the mouth again. He can't get enough of kissing; it's really awesome, but he needs more; he's waited too long for this, so he sits up and pulls at the edge of his shirt, yanking it off.
'Now you,' he says, and he backs down Cook's legs a little, so Cook can sit up and pull his own shirt off, and then he decides it would be better without jeans too, so he wrestles with the button on Cook's fly.
Cook obligingly raises his hips, and then his feet, so David can pull off his jeans, along with his boots and socks, and David says, 'This is much easier when you're awake,' which makes Cook crack up.
'I knew you'd undressed me that time!' he crows triumphantly. 'You naughty boy; did you take advantage of me in my comatose state?'
David flushes and says, 'No, I would never do that,' and Cook pets him on the arm and says, 'I know; I'm just teasing. And for the record, I wouldn't mind you taking advantage of me any time, okay?' David smiles at him, and thinks about it for a minute, because, mmm, sleepy Cook is one of his favourite fantasies after that night in the hotel bed.
David decides it's easier just to get off the bed to take his jeans off, and he's both turned on and made a little uneasy by the way Cook looks at him as he stands there in only his boxers. The light in the room is dim, but he still feels kind of exposed, except in a weirdly good way.
He climbs back onto the bed and tries some more kissing, and soon discovers that while rubbing against Cook's hip while they were both wearing jeans was pretty exciting, doing it while there's only two thin layers of cotton between them is way better. He decides it's time for the next stage, so he shimmies down Cook's body, kissing his chest, licking at his tattoos (especially the ribbon, because he's never seen it before), pressing his thumbs into the hollows of Cook's hips.
Cook lets out a low groan and says, 'Dave, you don't have to,' and David, annoyed, interrupts to say, 'Cook, I'm not gonna do anything I don't want to do, and I'd like to see you make me,' and Cook's laugh turns into kind of a squeak when David yanks off his boxers.
His... his penis is thick and mostly hard, and David has never seen one that wasn't his own, so he allows himself some time just to look at it. He reaches out, tentatively, and runs a finger down the shaft, and Cook kind of jerks off the bed a little and seems to be biting his lip to keep from making noise.
The websites had all said that inexperience was okay as long as you were enthusiastic, so David opens his mouth, takes a breath, and takes Cook into his mouth. He kind of goes too far at first, and pulls back, coughing a little, and then Cook reaches down and tugs him off, and says, 'David, really--', and that is it; he's had it with Cook interrupting, so David sits up, reaches for Cook's hands, and positions them at his sides.
'Keep still,' he orders, and Cook's expression is unreadable, but then he says, smirking, 'Archie, if you want me to keep totally still while you suck my cock, you're gonna have to tie me down; otherwise I'm going to want to touch you.'
David eyes him, speculatively, and Cook kind of chokes a little and says, 'Holy shit, you totally wanna tie me up!' and then, his voice dropping an octave, he adds, 'You can, you know. You can do anything you want to me,' and that is so hot, David has to grip Cook's hip to keep from throwing himself at him.
Instead he says, 'What can I use?' and he's proud at how steady his voice sounds, especially when Cook's voice breaks as he says, 'Uh, third drawer on the left; there are some, uh, scarves,' pointing at his dresser.
David slides off the bed and feels Cook's eyes on him as he bends down to dig in the drawer, and he grabs a handful of the contents and heads back to the bed. Cook's bed has a big slatted wooden headboard, so it's pretty easy to fasten his wrists to it with a couple of brightly coloured strips of fabric.
'Is that okay?' he asks, concerned, because he's never tied anybody up before, and he doesn't want to cut off circulation.
'Yeah, yeah, fine,' Cook says, and his voice sounds strained.
'Is this turning you on?' David asks, intrigued. 'Me tying you up?'
Cook blinks at him and says, 'Hell yeah. Is it turning you on?'
'Um, yeah,' he says with feeling, because, duh, the super-hot guy he's head over heels for is completely at his mercy.
If he was more patient, he'd take advantage of Cook being immobilized to really explore his body, to kiss him all over - he suspects Cook is sensitive on the inside of his elbow, and he knows about the neck thing, but he'd like to find his other hot spots - but patience is definitely not one of his virtues right now, so instead he slides back down Cook's body and tries again. He uses his hand this time, so he doesn't try to take Cook too far into his mouth, and instead he just licks and sucks around the head, and he can tell that the whole tying up thing has kind of--accelerated things for Cook, because he starts moaning loudly pretty much immediately.
'Sorry, sorry,' Cook says breathlessly when he can't still his hips, and David has to hold him down.
'It's okay,' David tells him, pulling off briefly, circling the tip of Cook's penis with his fingers. 'I want to, um, I want to swallow you,' David confesses, because he'd read that it's a good idea to make it clear if you're okay with swallowing or not, and he doesn't really know if he is yet, but he figures he ought to try it.
'Fuck,' Cook says, panting. 'Fuck, David, Archie, you--I can't even. Yeah, you can--anything you want. I'm - god - I'm close, okay?'
David takes Cook back into his mouth, sucking and trying to lick at the same time, and it seems kind of messy, but also really cool - Cook is totally falling apart, just from this, and David can't wait for Cook to return the favour, so he can see what it feels like the other way around. He tries to take Cook a little deeper, and then he hums, to see what happens, and Cook's hips shudder and he says, 'I'm gonna--oh shit,' and that's all the warning David gets before his mouth is filling with bitter-tasting liquid.
He swallows as much of it as he can - there's kind of a lot - and makes a face. He figures it's probably an acquired taste. Cook's panting kind of harshly, and his eyes are closed. 'Cook?' David asks, cautiously.
'Mmm,' Cook moans, opening his eyes and looking at David. 'Holy crap, Archuleta; that was awesome.'
David smiles and makes his way back up Cook's body to curl up against his chest. His--his cock brushes against Cook's stomach as he goes, and he can't bite back the moan that spills from his lips.
Cook says, 'If you want me to reciprocate, you might wanna untie me,' and he is so, so tempted. David kisses him and Cook licks into his mouth, tasting his own come, which is totally weird, and also oddly hot. David breaks away, panting, to say, 'I wanna, um, can I...'
He's having trouble with the words (because in this instance, there's really only one way to say it) but he really wants this, so he clamps down on the embarrassment and says, 'Cook, I wanna fuck you, um, please?' and it comes out more of a question than he planned.
Cook stares at him, wide eyed, and whines, 'Fuck, Dave, are you trying to kill me?' and then, 'Yeah, yeah, of course, anything you want.'
David says, 'Okay, hang on, I'll be back,' and he kisses Cook, a little desperately, and then slides off the bed and goes to collect his bag from the other room, intensely aware of how hard he is; how much he wants this.
He comes back into the bedroom, pulling out the condoms and lube - it had been supremely humiliating buying them; he'd been terrified paparazzi were going to leap out at him as he left the store - and Cook goes kind of cross-eyed and says, 'You came prepared, huh?' and then closes his eyes again.
It looks like he's getting a little hard again, already - David figures that's a good sign. He dumps the supplies on the bed, kicks off his boxers, and says, 'I've never, uh, done this before, obviously, so you have to tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?' and Cook looks at him, and says, 'Sure, I can do that. Dave, did you do research for this?'
David flushes and says, 'Well, I never, I didn't--I had to make sure I did it right.'
'I can't believe you planned to seduce me,' Cook says. 'You're like an evil genius or something; I had no idea. I thought - well, I don't know what I thought, but certainly not that sweet innocent David Archuleta would be tying me up and asking to fuck me.' Cook laughs a little, and it sounds kind of strained.
'Oh, I'm--do you not, uh, like it?' David asks, worried. 'I'm sorry if I, I shouldn't have--I can stop?'
Cook says, 'Are you crazy? This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm including the time with twins after a show in Tulsa in that.'
He's smiling at David, warm and reassuring, even though his arms are tied above his head and he's totally naked. David just wants to hug him, so he does. It's awkward, and he can feel Cook tugging at the scarves futilely, trying to free himself so he can hug David back, but he just tucks his head under Cook's chin, and breathes.
'Sometimes I want you so much it scares me,' he says softly, feeling Cook's heartbeat under his cheek.
'Me too, Archie,' Cook says, equally softly.
David takes a deep breath and then says, 'Okay, I'm going to fuck you now,' and Cook laughs at him and says, 'You just like the swearing, don't you?'
David blushes, and nods, because it's kind of--naughty, in a good way. He's never even said 'damn' or 'shit' out loud before. 'Okay, so, um, if you lift your legs up, and bend your knees,' he says, and then tucks a pillow underneath Cook's hips, and reaches for the lube.
'I can't believe you bought condoms and lubricant,' Cook says. 'What if you'd been photographed? Or recognised?'
'I was careful,' David says, squirting some of the sticky liquid onto his fingers. Then he settles between Cook's spread legs, and brushes a finger tentatively over the skin. Cook lets out a little noise, kind of a squeak, and David strokes the area, back and forth, getting used to it.
Cook says, a little breathlessly, 'Dave? Just throwing this out here - I'm not actually a virgin, so you don't have to be super careful, okay?'
David looks up. He's not surprised, but he's always been curious, and couldn't ask, before. 'Have you done it a lot?' he asks, pressing a little at Cook's entrance.
'Um, I--not recently,' Cook says. 'When I was in bands and playing in bars, before the show, I got off with guys sometimes, but I've been kinda busy lately.'
David makes his voice as steady as he can and, as he pushes the tip of his finger inside he says, 'Did you sleep with Michael?'
'What? No! He's married, I would never--Oh, you mean Phelps. Um, no, we never--we made out and stuff, but we were mostly just friends.' Cook breaks off to take a breath, and David feels Cook's body give way, and he slides his finger the rest of the way in.
'Oh,' he breathes, because it feels--like nothing he's ever felt before. He pulls his finger almost entirely out, and then pushes back in again, setting up a slow rhythm, and Cook says, 'You can add another one, if you want,' so he does. It slips in relatively easily, and he remembers the tips he'd read, and crooks his fingers, searching for Cook's prostate. He can't seem to find it, because Cook doesn't give any indication the sensation has suddenly got more intense or anything, so he abandons the search for now - Cook doesn't seem to mind; he's being pretty noisy anyway, grunting a little, and swearing, and mostly just saying David's name - and adds a third finger.
Cook's hips twitch helplessly, and he says, 'That's, if you wanna, oh, you can, now,' and David thinks, yes, pumps his fingers back and forth a couple more times, and then slides them out. He glances around, unsure, and then spots his boxers and wipes his fingers off on them. It'll have to do for now - he makes a mental note to leave wipes somewhere within easy reach next time. He gets the condom on with minimal trouble (he's never going to tell Cook how many tries it took him to learn how to do it right, petrified someone would walk in and find him practising), smears himself with copious amounts of lube, and positions himself carefully.
'Cook?' he asks. Cook's just been watching him the last couple of minutes, not saying anything, chewing his lip.
Cook does that thing where he reads his mind, and says, 'C'mon, Dave, I wanna feel you in me, please,' and David pushes himself inside slowly. He has to bite his lip hard to keep in control, and he watches Cook's face the whole time, alert to any hint of pain or discomfort, but Cook must have been telling the truth when he said he was fine, because there's nothing but pleasure on his face.
'Holy shit, Arch,' he mutters when David's in fully, and David can't freaking speak; can barely think - he's never felt anything like this in his whole life; it's incredible. His lip is stinging from where he's bitten it so hard, and he tries to calm himself down so it's not over too soon, and then he starts to move, slowly at first, but with more confidence once Cook starts moaning and mouthing encouraging words at him.
Cook's hard again and David wants to touch him. He's a little worried he might fall over if he doesn't have both hands planted firmly on the bed, but he shifts his weight to one hand, and wraps the other around Cook's erection. He hopes Cook is close, because he really can't hold out much longer; he wants to come, so bad, so he says, 'Cook, I wanna--I wanna see you come again, please; it'd be so hot,' and Cook says, 'Oh fuck,' and comes all over his own chest. Watching Cook come is indescribable; David feels like his whole body is on fire, he's so turned on, and he lets go finally, lets his orgasm wash over him, weak with relief.
He collapses onto Cook's chest, not caring about the mess, panting through the aftershocks that are making him tremble all over, trying to calm down. Cook kisses the top of his head, and says, 'God, you're really something else.'
After a moment, regretful at having to move from his comfortable sprawl on top of Cook, David pulls out carefully and gets rid of the condom. He yawns and then remembers that Cook is still tied to the headboard. He wants nothing more than to fall asleep on Cook's broad chest and stay there forever, but first he reaches clumsily for the scarves, freeing Cook, who immediately catches him in a huge, engulfing hug and buries his face in David's neck, laughing against David's skin.
'I don't think I'm ever gonna let you go,' Cook says, and David feels warm all over, and hugs him back, just as tight.
'I hope not,' he says, and then Cook yawns and says, 'Uh, much as I wanna fall asleep with you now, we should really clean up first,' so, despite David's protests, he disentangles himself and wanders off to the en suite.
David contents himself with watching, because Cook naked from the rear view is a pretty amazing sight, and then Cook disappears into the bathroom, and he hears the taps going as Cook cleans himself off. He comes back with a warm washcloth, and he wipes David's hand, and his chest, and his penis, which twitches a little, interestedly, but he ignores it. Cook slides back into bed and tugs David under the covers with him, and David yawns and curls into Cook's warm, solid body, and feels content for maybe the first time since he started this whole crazy ride.
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David wakes up slowly and blinks open his eyes to find Cook looking at him. 'Morning,' Cook says, and David yawns and says, 'Hey,' a little shyly.
'So, last night, was... pretty much phenomenal,' Cook says, and David kind of squirms in pleasure, and beams, delighted.
'Really?'
'Yeah,' Cook says, and leans in for a kiss.
'Oh, but I--I probably have morning breath,' David says, pulling back, and Cook pounces on him, holding him down so he can't back away, and says, 'I don't care,' rubbing his nose against David's. 'You're totally irresistible anyway.'
It's kind of--hot--being held down by Cook. He'd been totally turned on by tying Cook up, and he feels the same sort of excitement pooling in his belly now, and thinks, he's so strong, he could do anything he wants to me. But he trusts Cook, more than maybe anyone else ever, so he just relaxes, both his wrists trapped in one of Cook's hands, Cook's knee across his thighs, and says, 'So why are you resisting?'
So that's how they wind up having sex for the second time - he asks Cook if he wants to be on top, but Cook shrugs and says, 'No, I want you to fuck me again,' so he does, and then after, Cook drags him into the shower and washes him all over, and then kneels down and sucks him, till his knees get weak and Cook has to hold him up with a hand splayed flat against his chest.
And then, when they're drying off, they start making out again, and he jerks Cook off, slow, and Cook gasps into his neck and says, 'Jesus, Arch, I haven't had this much sex since I was a teenager,' and David just smirks and says, 'I guess I have that effect on you,' and keeps his hand on Cook until he comes, shuddering, and mouthing at David's throat.
After that, Cook decides they have to have breakfast in bed, so they round up some supplies in the kitchen. David refuses to walk around naked, so Cook offers him one of his shirts, which hangs to David's mid-thigh, and Cook seems to find it really hot, because he keeps interrupting what he's doing to grab David around the waist and kiss him.
They take their loot back to bed, and Cook feeds David strawberries, which is totally cheesy except, apparently, not when Cook does it, and David nearly gets honey all over Cook's nice white sheets, and is saved by Cook licking his hand clean before anything drips, and then they have sex again (after David insists Cook puts the tray on the carpet), just rubbing against each other and kissing slow and leisurely, and then he tries to get up, and Cook won't let him.
'Cook, we've been in bed for ages!' David complains, and Cook laughs and says, 'You really are hopeless at the concept of a lazy day in bed, huh? When does your publicist need you?'
'Um, there's an interview thing at five,' David says, and Cook says, 'And I'm free all day today, too, so I decree we're going to do nothing but laze around and have sex, and you aren't allowed to wear any clothes except my shirt, if you really must.'
David blinks at him, and then says, 'Okay, that does sound kinda cool,' and then Cook grins smugly at him and pulls David down to lean against his chest, and they do the crossword together.
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Later, David digs out his phone and doesn't bother to check any of his messages, just dials and hands Cook the phone.
Cook looks at him, surprised, and David says, 'Tell her where we are, and what we're doing,' so Cook puts the phone to his ear and says, 'Hey, uh, Jazzy? Hi, yeah, it's David Cook. Um, are Amber and Claudia there? Oh, great, and Dan too. Um, Jeff isn't, by any chance? Great, okay, that's a relief. Uh, David just wanted me to call and say hi, and let you guys know that he's currently in my bed and we just finished--mmpf!'
David yanks the phone away from Cook, and glares at him, and Cook makes innocent eyes at him and mouths, 'What?'
David puts the phone to his ear, and then has to yank it away again because Jazzy is actually screeching down the line.
Claudia must grab the phone away from her, because she says, 'Davey? What's going on?' and David says awkwardly, 'Um, I... Cook is sorta my boyfriend, I think?' looking at Cook, who nods. 'Yeah, he's definitely my boyfriend. I just wanted to let you guys know.'
Claudia's quiet for a moment, and he has enough time to feel worry and guilt start coiling in his stomach before she says, 'Dave, honey, I'm not gonna say I'm totally happy for you, because I can't, but I love you, no matter what, okay? If this is really what you want... then I'm here for you.'
He takes a breath, because it's better than he expected, really - there's a difference between friendly sibling teasing about a hopeless crush, and actually knowing your little brother is sleeping with another guy - and says, 'Claud, thanks,' finally.
Before she can reply, Daniel grabs the phone and says, 'Tell Cook I hope he knows what he's getting himself into; Amber and Jazzy have already started planning the wedding. Also, I'm not gonna say I love you, because I'm not a girl, okay?'
David bites his lip, surprised and pleased, and then Amber comes on and says, 'Can I talk to Cook? Oh, also, I love you and I don't care who you sleep with as long as you're happy.'
He hears Claudia in the background, shocked, saying, 'Amber!' and then he passes the phone to Cook, who says, 'Hi, Amber? Hey, yeah.' He listens for a minute, and then says seriously, 'Yes, okay, I promise. Bye,' and hangs up the phone.
'Amber wanted me to know that if I break your heart she's going to tear down all her posters of me and make sure none of her friends ever buy any of my music ever again. She made me promise I wouldn't hurt you,' he says, and David can't help it; he bursts into hysterical giggles.
'You're nuts, you know that, right?' Cook says, affectionately. 'Couldn't you have thought of a subtler way to tell them?'
'Hey, I wasn't the one who almost told my little sister that we'd just had sex!' David retorts, and Cook laughs and says, 'I was gonna tell her we'd just finished the crossword, okay?'
David bites his lip again, and Cook pulls him into a hug and says, 'Hey, I'm proud of you; it must be pretty scary telling your family.'
'Yeah, kinda, except I don't think I was that subtle,' David confesses. 'I'm pretty sure they all know, except my dad.' He looks down, worried - what is his dad going to say? He'll probably be mad.
'David, uh, I'm pretty sure you really weren't subtle at all,' Cook says, and David cranes his neck to look at him, confused.
'Um, I just mean--you remember when your dad had to fly back to Utah for a couple of days and he asked me to keep an eye on you?' David nods, curious. 'Well, he took me aside to ask me, and he said that he knew you had a little bit of a crush on me, and he hoped that wasn't a problem, and I wouldn't find it awkward.'
'Um, what?!' David squeaks, half-fascinated, half-mortified.
'Yeah, I know. I asked him if he thought it was a good idea, us spending more time together if you liked me like that, and he said you were old enough to make your own decisions. He seemed kind of uncomfortable, to tell you the truth, but I think he was disappointed you didn't feel able to talk to him about it. He's probably going to kill me when he finds out I like you too, though. I'm guessing he was okay with it because he thought it was just a harmless crush that wouldn't go anywhere.'
'Oh,' David says, quietly. 'I didn't know he knew.'
'Yeah, and he did us both a favour, actually, because I had no clue you were into me until he told me.'
'I knew,' David says. 'I overheard you talking to Michael about it. You kept avoiding me, and I didn't know why, and then I did, and I... I didn't know, that I liked you. I only figured it out then. I thought we were just friends.'
Cook blinks at him and says, 'But you never said anything. Was it the underage thing? Because you could have just said, hey, I like you, I think you like me, wanna hook up when I'm legal?'
David frowns and asks, 'Really?'
'Yeah, you know, that is the traditional way, rather than secretly plotting and planning and all that--' Cook stops talking suddenly, looking suspicious, and then says, 'Oh my god, you totally did research, didn't you? I bet you made notes and everything.'
He's kind of crowing a little, and David says petulantly, 'Shut up, you. I'm so never sleeping with you again,' and Cook rolls him over, pins him to the mattress, and says, 'Try and resist me, Archuleta, you're crazy about me,' and kisses him soundly. And honestly? He kinda is.
Christmas and his birthday and New Year are all awesome, but he spends almost the whole time he's at home wandering around in a daze, barely able to think about anything but David Cook. They text each other every day at least three or four times, and Cook calls him every night to say goodnight, and David calls Cook every morning when he wakes up.
He realises on about the second day that every other sentence he utters is about Cook, and that he's finding weird ways to bring Cook into every conversation (embarrassing sample: his mom: 'David, honey, can you take the beans off the stove please?' David: 'Cook likes beans.' His mom: 'Uh... that's nice, honey.')
His sisters stop teasing him about it when they realise that he now likes it because it gives him a chance to talk about Cook, and that takes all the fun out of it.
He does try to rein it in, especially around his dad, because it's not like they've had the 'Hey, so, I'm gay and I'm in love with Cook,' conversation (not that he ever wants to have that conversation with his father), but no one seems to mind - his mom just grins at him and ruffles his hair, and his dad mentions every now and then what a good guy Cook is.
On his birthday, he gets a card from Cook that says '18 today!' in big cartoonish letters, with a picture of a frog on the front of it, and all Cook's written in it is 'Happy birthday, Cook x'. He guesses it's because Cook's trying to be subtle, and it turns out to have been the right call, because Amber, the little sneak, liberates him of the card about ten seconds after he's opened it at the breakfast table and shrieks, 'It's from Cook, it's from Cook!' and then she and Jazzy make disappointed faces that Cook hasn't written 'love from' or anything. 'And only one kiss,' Jazzy says, solemnly. 'That's what you do for friends. I guess he doesn't love you back.' David's just thankful his dad and Daniel aren't down yet.
He's also kind of preoccupied, because he's been doing some research online - he's determined to go into the whole seduction thing well prepared, but it means he keeps having to slam his laptop shut on websites like 'Better sex for gay men' and 'Anal sex 101', when one of the girls or his mom wanders into the room, which is totally mortifying.
He wipes his cache every time, and he's meticulous about clearing out any record of what he's up to, and hardly anyone ever uses his laptop anyway - they all have their own - so he should be okay, but he feels nervous anyway, not to mention the fact that everything he reads just makes him more embarrassed and uncertain. Mostly the information makes him itchy and tense and kind of aching for Cook. He winds up jerking off ridiculous amounts, more than he ever has before, and he thinks of Cook every time; he debates feeling guilty about it, because it's not like they're official or anything, so he's doing it without Cook's consent, or whatever, but he can't help himself.
He pictures them doing the stuff he's read about, but it's hard to imagine because he doesn't know what any of it really feels like, so he tends to fall back on recalling the kissing, which still has the power to leave him breathless when he gets a flash of memory unexpectedly. And if the kissing was that good, then the rest of it should be pretty mind-blowing. So he thinks he can be forgiven for being in a bit of a Cook-daze, although he's certainly not going to explain exactly why he is to any of his family.
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When it's time for him to fly back to LA, for the first time ever he feels more excited about where he's going (and who he's going to) than sad about leaving home. He hugs his sisters and his mom, and waves goodbye to Dan and his dad, who's going to follow in a few days (David's secretly thrilled that he gets to fly back by himself, even though he's going to be met at the airport by Summer, and she's going to be staying with him until his dad gets back to LA). He spends the whole flight daydreaming about Cook.
He calls Cook as soon as they get into his apartment. He's got his schedule, and they want him to do a whole bunch of press and there's a couple of photo shoots lined up over the next week or so, and for later that evening there's a note about a movie premiere he's been invited to, with a question mark.
'You don't have to go if you'd rather stay in,' Summer says, and he thinks about it, and then says to Cook, 'Hey, so, explosions, monsters, car chases, superheroes - sound like fun?'
Cook laughs and says, 'Are you asking me to be your date to that movie premiere tonight? Because Miley Cyrus has already engaged me for the evening.'
David stares at the wall blankly. 'You and Miley Cyrus?' he asks, baffled.
'Yeah, I guess she finally decided she wanted a real man instead of one of those Jonas kids,' Cook says, and then he snorts with laughter.
'You liar!' David says, inexplicably relieved.
'Yeah, sorry, Miley's still in love with you; don't worry, I'm not gonna steal her,' Cook says, still snickering.
'Well, after that, I might go with her,' David says hotly, and then, 'So, that means you're free, right?'
'Yep,' Cook says. 'But you have to ask.'
'Um, will you come to the premiere with me?' David asks, cautiously, and Cook chuckles and says, 'I'll pick you up at seven.'
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Summer laughs at him when she catches him trying on his fifth different outfit, and digs through his closet, handing him jeans and a shirt. 'Anyone would think you were going on a date,' she says. 'Not just accompanying a friend to a movie premiere.' She's smirking at him - she so knows.
He figures he may as well go for it and says, awkwardly, 'Summer, uh, we might go back to Cook's after for dinner and maybe watch a couple of movies, and you know I hate driving late at night.'
She smiles at him and says, 'Cook's got, like, eight bedrooms, right? I'm sure he'll let you crash over there,' and he could almost swear she winks at him.
He decides he's imagining it, to preserve his sanity, and then she says, 'C'mon, get dressed, he'll be here soon,' and leaves him to it.
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Cook looks him up and down when he opens the door, not in an obvious way, just appreciative, and he's the perfect gentleman when he comes inside to talk to Summer (he promises to take good care of David, and she says she knows he will), and it is painfully like every first date scene in any movie he's ever watched. He's just relieved that it's Summer who's here instead of his dad.
Once they're in the car, Cook leans over and his fingers brush David's throat - or, the necklace he's wearing.
'I haven't taken it off since you gave it to me,' David admits, feeling his mouth getting dry. He swallows a couple of times and Cook's fingers stay resting lightly on his skin as he does. It's weird; it's almost sexier than kissing, somehow, sitting close together in the dark of the car, barely able to make out each other's expressions.
'Dave,' Cook says, low, and then he leans in and kisses David, hard. David responds hungrily and when they break apart he's panting.
'I missed you,' he says, and Cook says, 'I missed you more. God, you have no idea what you do to me, I can't stop thinking about you; it's crazy.'
David feels his heart catch in his throat, can barely believe what he's hearing, and he swallows to try and clear it, and says, 'M-me too, all the time.'
The driver knocks on the divider glass to indicate they're almost there, and David feels like every molecule in his body is trying to follow Cook as he slides away, putting space between them.
'David, we can't,' Cook says, 'Not now, we have to be photographed, and I can't do it with a goddamn hard-on, okay? I promised my publicist I'd stop pulling crazy shit like that.'
David has problems of his own in that department, so he says, 'Okay, so, think of the least sexy thing ever, like, uh--Oh! Simon Cowell naked.'
Cook lets out a moan and says, 'Fuck, that's wrong. Okay, it's totally working; you're a freaking genius. Except I may never be able to forgive you for traumatising me with mental images of naked Cowell.'
The car pulls to a stop, and David bites his lip, and then slides out as the door is opened. There's a burst of flashes, and Cook climbs out and stands next to him, slinging an arm around his shoulder, smiling at the photographers, which leads to lots more flashes. Cook guides him down the red carpet, and they get stopped like eight times by different news crews.
They're being interviewed by, he thinks, two different Fox affiliates, and David can hear Cook telling a reporter that he's really excited about how well his album is doing, and yeah, he has spoken to Michael Phelps recently, and he's doing good, and no, he doesn't know when details of his solo tour will be firmed up. David is not entirely paying attention to his own interview because he's just being asked the same old boring questions and he knows all the answers by rote. Cook leans into the shot, surprising him, and says, smiling politely, 'Hey, guys, it's great chatting, but we don't wanna miss the start of the movie; I hear it's pretty cool,' and he tugs David away.
Inside the theater, lots of people he thinks he should recognise come up to say hi, mostly to Cook, although some Disney star he's never heard of gets really excited when she spots him and has no clue who Cook is, which of course Cook thinks is hysterical.
David puts up with it for almost fifteen minutes, and then he can't stand it anymore, so he pulls Cook aside, and leans up to whisper in his ear, 'I was thinking, um, maybe we could skip the movie...'
Cook grins at him and says, 'But I wanna see the explosions and monsters and daring rescues,' pouting a little. Then he gives it up and says, 'You read my mind, Archuleta, let's get outta here,' and they follow the rest of the celebrities out the back entrance, which is a concept David has always found totally nuts up until now, because wow, does he have better things to do.
Cook's on the phone to the driver, and the Disney star - Callie? Kristy? Allie? - corners him and says, 'Hey, so, what are you doing later, are you going to a cool party?' and she's actually twirling her hair around her finger.
'Um, I--no, not--' he stutters, and then Cook saves him, stepping in and saying, 'Yeah, but it's eighteen-and-over only, sorry.'
The girl pouts at them both, and then Cook says, 'Nice to meet you, Ainsley, but our ride is here,' and David finds himself herded into the car, and laughs a little with relief. He leans against Cook, and can't resist rubbing the tips of his fingers over the seam of Cook's jeans, by his knee, gently.
'Hey, you know, Summer would probably love you to date that chick,' Cook says lightly.
David says, 'Yeah, maybe, but I wanna date you, so whatever,' and then he twists around and kisses Cook.
The ride to Cook's place seems to take forever, and then Cook is saying to the driver, 'Dan, thanks, but Archie doesn't need a ride home,' and David's flushing all over, because that's totally what he was planning, but he didn't say that to Cook.
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They stumble through the door, kissing the second it slams shut behind them, and David feels like he can't think straight, all he wants is Cook naked, now. He pulls back, panting, and says, 'Wait, wait,' and Cook says, 'Sorry, shit, of course, you don't wanna, I shouldn't--' and David says, 'Cook, shut up, I want to, I really do, I just--I need to think.'
Cook's expression is kind of priceless, and then he says, 'We could, uh, watch a movie first? You know, less stressful that way, maybe?' and David thinks about it for all of a second before saying, 'No, no, I want you now,' and Cook's eyes go kind of unfocused, and he rubs a hand through his artfully styled hair, messing it up endearingly.
'Okay, so, bedroom?' David says, and Cook nods and takes his hand, and even that small touch of skin to skin is thrilling. He's never seen Cook's bedroom before - it's huge, and the bed is massive, with heaps of pillows, and honestly, that's about all he's capable of noticing right now - his brain is pretty much, bed, yay, so he walks over to it, pulling Cook behind him, and then he reverses their positions and pushes Cook backwards so he falls onto the bed, sprawling out.
David climbs onto the bed, lays himself on top of Cook, and kisses him. It's different, doing it from this angle; with him above Cook he seems to have more control, and he deepens the kiss, and then licks into Cook's mouth experimentally. Cook's moan is seriously rewarding, so he explores a bit more, repeating some of the moves Cook has used on him, and meanwhile he strokes the parts of Cook he can reach, tracing patterns down Cook's sides, and brushing his fingers against Cook's hips.
He can feel Cook, hard through his jeans, pressing against his hip, and he wriggles a little, inquisitively, which makes Cook gasp and drop his head back. That gives David access to his throat which proves to be a win-win situation - Cook seems to love having his throat kissed, and David gets a little daring and nips at the skin gently.
'Fuck, I don't even--who are you and what did you do with the real David Archuleta?' Cook asks, but his voice sounds kind of muffled because he's flung a hand over his face, which is how David learns that Cook gets kind of mouthy in bed.
David peels Cook's hand away, waits until Cook opens his eyes, and then says, 'I am the real David Archuleta,' and kisses Cook on the mouth again. He can't get enough of kissing; it's really awesome, but he needs more; he's waited too long for this, so he sits up and pulls at the edge of his shirt, yanking it off.
'Now you,' he says, and he backs down Cook's legs a little, so Cook can sit up and pull his own shirt off, and then he decides it would be better without jeans too, so he wrestles with the button on Cook's fly.
Cook obligingly raises his hips, and then his feet, so David can pull off his jeans, along with his boots and socks, and David says, 'This is much easier when you're awake,' which makes Cook crack up.
'I knew you'd undressed me that time!' he crows triumphantly. 'You naughty boy; did you take advantage of me in my comatose state?'
David flushes and says, 'No, I would never do that,' and Cook pets him on the arm and says, 'I know; I'm just teasing. And for the record, I wouldn't mind you taking advantage of me any time, okay?' David smiles at him, and thinks about it for a minute, because, mmm, sleepy Cook is one of his favourite fantasies after that night in the hotel bed.
David decides it's easier just to get off the bed to take his jeans off, and he's both turned on and made a little uneasy by the way Cook looks at him as he stands there in only his boxers. The light in the room is dim, but he still feels kind of exposed, except in a weirdly good way.
He climbs back onto the bed and tries some more kissing, and soon discovers that while rubbing against Cook's hip while they were both wearing jeans was pretty exciting, doing it while there's only two thin layers of cotton between them is way better. He decides it's time for the next stage, so he shimmies down Cook's body, kissing his chest, licking at his tattoos (especially the ribbon, because he's never seen it before), pressing his thumbs into the hollows of Cook's hips.
Cook lets out a low groan and says, 'Dave, you don't have to,' and David, annoyed, interrupts to say, 'Cook, I'm not gonna do anything I don't want to do, and I'd like to see you make me,' and Cook's laugh turns into kind of a squeak when David yanks off his boxers.
His... his penis is thick and mostly hard, and David has never seen one that wasn't his own, so he allows himself some time just to look at it. He reaches out, tentatively, and runs a finger down the shaft, and Cook kind of jerks off the bed a little and seems to be biting his lip to keep from making noise.
The websites had all said that inexperience was okay as long as you were enthusiastic, so David opens his mouth, takes a breath, and takes Cook into his mouth. He kind of goes too far at first, and pulls back, coughing a little, and then Cook reaches down and tugs him off, and says, 'David, really--', and that is it; he's had it with Cook interrupting, so David sits up, reaches for Cook's hands, and positions them at his sides.
'Keep still,' he orders, and Cook's expression is unreadable, but then he says, smirking, 'Archie, if you want me to keep totally still while you suck my cock, you're gonna have to tie me down; otherwise I'm going to want to touch you.'
David eyes him, speculatively, and Cook kind of chokes a little and says, 'Holy shit, you totally wanna tie me up!' and then, his voice dropping an octave, he adds, 'You can, you know. You can do anything you want to me,' and that is so hot, David has to grip Cook's hip to keep from throwing himself at him.
Instead he says, 'What can I use?' and he's proud at how steady his voice sounds, especially when Cook's voice breaks as he says, 'Uh, third drawer on the left; there are some, uh, scarves,' pointing at his dresser.
David slides off the bed and feels Cook's eyes on him as he bends down to dig in the drawer, and he grabs a handful of the contents and heads back to the bed. Cook's bed has a big slatted wooden headboard, so it's pretty easy to fasten his wrists to it with a couple of brightly coloured strips of fabric.
'Is that okay?' he asks, concerned, because he's never tied anybody up before, and he doesn't want to cut off circulation.
'Yeah, yeah, fine,' Cook says, and his voice sounds strained.
'Is this turning you on?' David asks, intrigued. 'Me tying you up?'
Cook blinks at him and says, 'Hell yeah. Is it turning you on?'
'Um, yeah,' he says with feeling, because, duh, the super-hot guy he's head over heels for is completely at his mercy.
If he was more patient, he'd take advantage of Cook being immobilized to really explore his body, to kiss him all over - he suspects Cook is sensitive on the inside of his elbow, and he knows about the neck thing, but he'd like to find his other hot spots - but patience is definitely not one of his virtues right now, so instead he slides back down Cook's body and tries again. He uses his hand this time, so he doesn't try to take Cook too far into his mouth, and instead he just licks and sucks around the head, and he can tell that the whole tying up thing has kind of--accelerated things for Cook, because he starts moaning loudly pretty much immediately.
'Sorry, sorry,' Cook says breathlessly when he can't still his hips, and David has to hold him down.
'It's okay,' David tells him, pulling off briefly, circling the tip of Cook's penis with his fingers. 'I want to, um, I want to swallow you,' David confesses, because he'd read that it's a good idea to make it clear if you're okay with swallowing or not, and he doesn't really know if he is yet, but he figures he ought to try it.
'Fuck,' Cook says, panting. 'Fuck, David, Archie, you--I can't even. Yeah, you can--anything you want. I'm - god - I'm close, okay?'
David takes Cook back into his mouth, sucking and trying to lick at the same time, and it seems kind of messy, but also really cool - Cook is totally falling apart, just from this, and David can't wait for Cook to return the favour, so he can see what it feels like the other way around. He tries to take Cook a little deeper, and then he hums, to see what happens, and Cook's hips shudder and he says, 'I'm gonna--oh shit,' and that's all the warning David gets before his mouth is filling with bitter-tasting liquid.
He swallows as much of it as he can - there's kind of a lot - and makes a face. He figures it's probably an acquired taste. Cook's panting kind of harshly, and his eyes are closed. 'Cook?' David asks, cautiously.
'Mmm,' Cook moans, opening his eyes and looking at David. 'Holy crap, Archuleta; that was awesome.'
David smiles and makes his way back up Cook's body to curl up against his chest. His--his cock brushes against Cook's stomach as he goes, and he can't bite back the moan that spills from his lips.
Cook says, 'If you want me to reciprocate, you might wanna untie me,' and he is so, so tempted. David kisses him and Cook licks into his mouth, tasting his own come, which is totally weird, and also oddly hot. David breaks away, panting, to say, 'I wanna, um, can I...'
He's having trouble with the words (because in this instance, there's really only one way to say it) but he really wants this, so he clamps down on the embarrassment and says, 'Cook, I wanna fuck you, um, please?' and it comes out more of a question than he planned.
Cook stares at him, wide eyed, and whines, 'Fuck, Dave, are you trying to kill me?' and then, 'Yeah, yeah, of course, anything you want.'
David says, 'Okay, hang on, I'll be back,' and he kisses Cook, a little desperately, and then slides off the bed and goes to collect his bag from the other room, intensely aware of how hard he is; how much he wants this.
He comes back into the bedroom, pulling out the condoms and lube - it had been supremely humiliating buying them; he'd been terrified paparazzi were going to leap out at him as he left the store - and Cook goes kind of cross-eyed and says, 'You came prepared, huh?' and then closes his eyes again.
It looks like he's getting a little hard again, already - David figures that's a good sign. He dumps the supplies on the bed, kicks off his boxers, and says, 'I've never, uh, done this before, obviously, so you have to tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?' and Cook looks at him, and says, 'Sure, I can do that. Dave, did you do research for this?'
David flushes and says, 'Well, I never, I didn't--I had to make sure I did it right.'
'I can't believe you planned to seduce me,' Cook says. 'You're like an evil genius or something; I had no idea. I thought - well, I don't know what I thought, but certainly not that sweet innocent David Archuleta would be tying me up and asking to fuck me.' Cook laughs a little, and it sounds kind of strained.
'Oh, I'm--do you not, uh, like it?' David asks, worried. 'I'm sorry if I, I shouldn't have--I can stop?'
Cook says, 'Are you crazy? This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm including the time with twins after a show in Tulsa in that.'
He's smiling at David, warm and reassuring, even though his arms are tied above his head and he's totally naked. David just wants to hug him, so he does. It's awkward, and he can feel Cook tugging at the scarves futilely, trying to free himself so he can hug David back, but he just tucks his head under Cook's chin, and breathes.
'Sometimes I want you so much it scares me,' he says softly, feeling Cook's heartbeat under his cheek.
'Me too, Archie,' Cook says, equally softly.
David takes a deep breath and then says, 'Okay, I'm going to fuck you now,' and Cook laughs at him and says, 'You just like the swearing, don't you?'
David blushes, and nods, because it's kind of--naughty, in a good way. He's never even said 'damn' or 'shit' out loud before. 'Okay, so, um, if you lift your legs up, and bend your knees,' he says, and then tucks a pillow underneath Cook's hips, and reaches for the lube.
'I can't believe you bought condoms and lubricant,' Cook says. 'What if you'd been photographed? Or recognised?'
'I was careful,' David says, squirting some of the sticky liquid onto his fingers. Then he settles between Cook's spread legs, and brushes a finger tentatively over the skin. Cook lets out a little noise, kind of a squeak, and David strokes the area, back and forth, getting used to it.
Cook says, a little breathlessly, 'Dave? Just throwing this out here - I'm not actually a virgin, so you don't have to be super careful, okay?'
David looks up. He's not surprised, but he's always been curious, and couldn't ask, before. 'Have you done it a lot?' he asks, pressing a little at Cook's entrance.
'Um, I--not recently,' Cook says. 'When I was in bands and playing in bars, before the show, I got off with guys sometimes, but I've been kinda busy lately.'
David makes his voice as steady as he can and, as he pushes the tip of his finger inside he says, 'Did you sleep with Michael?'
'What? No! He's married, I would never--Oh, you mean Phelps. Um, no, we never--we made out and stuff, but we were mostly just friends.' Cook breaks off to take a breath, and David feels Cook's body give way, and he slides his finger the rest of the way in.
'Oh,' he breathes, because it feels--like nothing he's ever felt before. He pulls his finger almost entirely out, and then pushes back in again, setting up a slow rhythm, and Cook says, 'You can add another one, if you want,' so he does. It slips in relatively easily, and he remembers the tips he'd read, and crooks his fingers, searching for Cook's prostate. He can't seem to find it, because Cook doesn't give any indication the sensation has suddenly got more intense or anything, so he abandons the search for now - Cook doesn't seem to mind; he's being pretty noisy anyway, grunting a little, and swearing, and mostly just saying David's name - and adds a third finger.
Cook's hips twitch helplessly, and he says, 'That's, if you wanna, oh, you can, now,' and David thinks, yes, pumps his fingers back and forth a couple more times, and then slides them out. He glances around, unsure, and then spots his boxers and wipes his fingers off on them. It'll have to do for now - he makes a mental note to leave wipes somewhere within easy reach next time. He gets the condom on with minimal trouble (he's never going to tell Cook how many tries it took him to learn how to do it right, petrified someone would walk in and find him practising), smears himself with copious amounts of lube, and positions himself carefully.
'Cook?' he asks. Cook's just been watching him the last couple of minutes, not saying anything, chewing his lip.
Cook does that thing where he reads his mind, and says, 'C'mon, Dave, I wanna feel you in me, please,' and David pushes himself inside slowly. He has to bite his lip hard to keep in control, and he watches Cook's face the whole time, alert to any hint of pain or discomfort, but Cook must have been telling the truth when he said he was fine, because there's nothing but pleasure on his face.
'Holy shit, Arch,' he mutters when David's in fully, and David can't freaking speak; can barely think - he's never felt anything like this in his whole life; it's incredible. His lip is stinging from where he's bitten it so hard, and he tries to calm himself down so it's not over too soon, and then he starts to move, slowly at first, but with more confidence once Cook starts moaning and mouthing encouraging words at him.
Cook's hard again and David wants to touch him. He's a little worried he might fall over if he doesn't have both hands planted firmly on the bed, but he shifts his weight to one hand, and wraps the other around Cook's erection. He hopes Cook is close, because he really can't hold out much longer; he wants to come, so bad, so he says, 'Cook, I wanna--I wanna see you come again, please; it'd be so hot,' and Cook says, 'Oh fuck,' and comes all over his own chest. Watching Cook come is indescribable; David feels like his whole body is on fire, he's so turned on, and he lets go finally, lets his orgasm wash over him, weak with relief.
He collapses onto Cook's chest, not caring about the mess, panting through the aftershocks that are making him tremble all over, trying to calm down. Cook kisses the top of his head, and says, 'God, you're really something else.'
After a moment, regretful at having to move from his comfortable sprawl on top of Cook, David pulls out carefully and gets rid of the condom. He yawns and then remembers that Cook is still tied to the headboard. He wants nothing more than to fall asleep on Cook's broad chest and stay there forever, but first he reaches clumsily for the scarves, freeing Cook, who immediately catches him in a huge, engulfing hug and buries his face in David's neck, laughing against David's skin.
'I don't think I'm ever gonna let you go,' Cook says, and David feels warm all over, and hugs him back, just as tight.
'I hope not,' he says, and then Cook yawns and says, 'Uh, much as I wanna fall asleep with you now, we should really clean up first,' so, despite David's protests, he disentangles himself and wanders off to the en suite.
David contents himself with watching, because Cook naked from the rear view is a pretty amazing sight, and then Cook disappears into the bathroom, and he hears the taps going as Cook cleans himself off. He comes back with a warm washcloth, and he wipes David's hand, and his chest, and his penis, which twitches a little, interestedly, but he ignores it. Cook slides back into bed and tugs David under the covers with him, and David yawns and curls into Cook's warm, solid body, and feels content for maybe the first time since he started this whole crazy ride.
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David wakes up slowly and blinks open his eyes to find Cook looking at him. 'Morning,' Cook says, and David yawns and says, 'Hey,' a little shyly.
'So, last night, was... pretty much phenomenal,' Cook says, and David kind of squirms in pleasure, and beams, delighted.
'Really?'
'Yeah,' Cook says, and leans in for a kiss.
'Oh, but I--I probably have morning breath,' David says, pulling back, and Cook pounces on him, holding him down so he can't back away, and says, 'I don't care,' rubbing his nose against David's. 'You're totally irresistible anyway.'
It's kind of--hot--being held down by Cook. He'd been totally turned on by tying Cook up, and he feels the same sort of excitement pooling in his belly now, and thinks, he's so strong, he could do anything he wants to me. But he trusts Cook, more than maybe anyone else ever, so he just relaxes, both his wrists trapped in one of Cook's hands, Cook's knee across his thighs, and says, 'So why are you resisting?'
So that's how they wind up having sex for the second time - he asks Cook if he wants to be on top, but Cook shrugs and says, 'No, I want you to fuck me again,' so he does, and then after, Cook drags him into the shower and washes him all over, and then kneels down and sucks him, till his knees get weak and Cook has to hold him up with a hand splayed flat against his chest.
And then, when they're drying off, they start making out again, and he jerks Cook off, slow, and Cook gasps into his neck and says, 'Jesus, Arch, I haven't had this much sex since I was a teenager,' and David just smirks and says, 'I guess I have that effect on you,' and keeps his hand on Cook until he comes, shuddering, and mouthing at David's throat.
After that, Cook decides they have to have breakfast in bed, so they round up some supplies in the kitchen. David refuses to walk around naked, so Cook offers him one of his shirts, which hangs to David's mid-thigh, and Cook seems to find it really hot, because he keeps interrupting what he's doing to grab David around the waist and kiss him.
They take their loot back to bed, and Cook feeds David strawberries, which is totally cheesy except, apparently, not when Cook does it, and David nearly gets honey all over Cook's nice white sheets, and is saved by Cook licking his hand clean before anything drips, and then they have sex again (after David insists Cook puts the tray on the carpet), just rubbing against each other and kissing slow and leisurely, and then he tries to get up, and Cook won't let him.
'Cook, we've been in bed for ages!' David complains, and Cook laughs and says, 'You really are hopeless at the concept of a lazy day in bed, huh? When does your publicist need you?'
'Um, there's an interview thing at five,' David says, and Cook says, 'And I'm free all day today, too, so I decree we're going to do nothing but laze around and have sex, and you aren't allowed to wear any clothes except my shirt, if you really must.'
David blinks at him, and then says, 'Okay, that does sound kinda cool,' and then Cook grins smugly at him and pulls David down to lean against his chest, and they do the crossword together.
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Later, David digs out his phone and doesn't bother to check any of his messages, just dials and hands Cook the phone.
Cook looks at him, surprised, and David says, 'Tell her where we are, and what we're doing,' so Cook puts the phone to his ear and says, 'Hey, uh, Jazzy? Hi, yeah, it's David Cook. Um, are Amber and Claudia there? Oh, great, and Dan too. Um, Jeff isn't, by any chance? Great, okay, that's a relief. Uh, David just wanted me to call and say hi, and let you guys know that he's currently in my bed and we just finished--mmpf!'
David yanks the phone away from Cook, and glares at him, and Cook makes innocent eyes at him and mouths, 'What?'
David puts the phone to his ear, and then has to yank it away again because Jazzy is actually screeching down the line.
Claudia must grab the phone away from her, because she says, 'Davey? What's going on?' and David says awkwardly, 'Um, I... Cook is sorta my boyfriend, I think?' looking at Cook, who nods. 'Yeah, he's definitely my boyfriend. I just wanted to let you guys know.'
Claudia's quiet for a moment, and he has enough time to feel worry and guilt start coiling in his stomach before she says, 'Dave, honey, I'm not gonna say I'm totally happy for you, because I can't, but I love you, no matter what, okay? If this is really what you want... then I'm here for you.'
He takes a breath, because it's better than he expected, really - there's a difference between friendly sibling teasing about a hopeless crush, and actually knowing your little brother is sleeping with another guy - and says, 'Claud, thanks,' finally.
Before she can reply, Daniel grabs the phone and says, 'Tell Cook I hope he knows what he's getting himself into; Amber and Jazzy have already started planning the wedding. Also, I'm not gonna say I love you, because I'm not a girl, okay?'
David bites his lip, surprised and pleased, and then Amber comes on and says, 'Can I talk to Cook? Oh, also, I love you and I don't care who you sleep with as long as you're happy.'
He hears Claudia in the background, shocked, saying, 'Amber!' and then he passes the phone to Cook, who says, 'Hi, Amber? Hey, yeah.' He listens for a minute, and then says seriously, 'Yes, okay, I promise. Bye,' and hangs up the phone.
'Amber wanted me to know that if I break your heart she's going to tear down all her posters of me and make sure none of her friends ever buy any of my music ever again. She made me promise I wouldn't hurt you,' he says, and David can't help it; he bursts into hysterical giggles.
'You're nuts, you know that, right?' Cook says, affectionately. 'Couldn't you have thought of a subtler way to tell them?'
'Hey, I wasn't the one who almost told my little sister that we'd just had sex!' David retorts, and Cook laughs and says, 'I was gonna tell her we'd just finished the crossword, okay?'
David bites his lip again, and Cook pulls him into a hug and says, 'Hey, I'm proud of you; it must be pretty scary telling your family.'
'Yeah, kinda, except I don't think I was that subtle,' David confesses. 'I'm pretty sure they all know, except my dad.' He looks down, worried - what is his dad going to say? He'll probably be mad.
'David, uh, I'm pretty sure you really weren't subtle at all,' Cook says, and David cranes his neck to look at him, confused.
'Um, I just mean--you remember when your dad had to fly back to Utah for a couple of days and he asked me to keep an eye on you?' David nods, curious. 'Well, he took me aside to ask me, and he said that he knew you had a little bit of a crush on me, and he hoped that wasn't a problem, and I wouldn't find it awkward.'
'Um, what?!' David squeaks, half-fascinated, half-mortified.
'Yeah, I know. I asked him if he thought it was a good idea, us spending more time together if you liked me like that, and he said you were old enough to make your own decisions. He seemed kind of uncomfortable, to tell you the truth, but I think he was disappointed you didn't feel able to talk to him about it. He's probably going to kill me when he finds out I like you too, though. I'm guessing he was okay with it because he thought it was just a harmless crush that wouldn't go anywhere.'
'Oh,' David says, quietly. 'I didn't know he knew.'
'Yeah, and he did us both a favour, actually, because I had no clue you were into me until he told me.'
'I knew,' David says. 'I overheard you talking to Michael about it. You kept avoiding me, and I didn't know why, and then I did, and I... I didn't know, that I liked you. I only figured it out then. I thought we were just friends.'
Cook blinks at him and says, 'But you never said anything. Was it the underage thing? Because you could have just said, hey, I like you, I think you like me, wanna hook up when I'm legal?'
David frowns and asks, 'Really?'
'Yeah, you know, that is the traditional way, rather than secretly plotting and planning and all that--' Cook stops talking suddenly, looking suspicious, and then says, 'Oh my god, you totally did research, didn't you? I bet you made notes and everything.'
He's kind of crowing a little, and David says petulantly, 'Shut up, you. I'm so never sleeping with you again,' and Cook rolls him over, pins him to the mattress, and says, 'Try and resist me, Archuleta, you're crazy about me,' and kisses him soundly. And honestly? He kinda is.