Ours Chapter 1
Title: Ours
Pairing(s): David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG to NC-17
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: The real-life characters do not belong to me, and the story is fictional.
Summary: A year after his high school graduation, David is living with Cook in L.A., but keeping their love hidden from the public eye brings up obstacles that threaten their relationship.
Author's Notes: This fic was originally posted at cookleta from September 2008 to October 2009. :)
1
I. David Cook.
The sunshine flooded through the windows of the master bedroom and I shaded my eyes instinctively with my arm at the white light that blinded me. I sat up and dangled my legs off the side of the bed, grumbling about how being too lazy to close the curtains at night always bit you in the ass in the morning.
To be honest, I wasn’t feeling cranky because it was so damn early - although I would never categorize myself as a “morning person” - but because I had woken up and not seen David next to me. In fact, his half of the comforter was still neatly draped over the edge of our bed.
I walked into the kitchen feeling grumpy, putting on the slippers along the way and dragging the ends of my pants on the hardwood. My mood instantly lifted, however, when I rounded the corner and found David at the counter with a glass of orange juice.
“Morning, Cook,” he greeted.
He was cheerful and the aura was contagious. There was no way that I could fight those ridiculously adorable dimples.
“Morning, babe,” I replied, sauntering over to pull him into a hug from behind.
“Hey, that tickles,” he said with a giggle, squirming a little to see if I would let go.
I didn’t, of course.
“When did you come home?”
“Half an hour ago. I slept for a bit at the studio.”
“At the studio? Those execs keep you there all the freaking time, Arch.”
A little pissed, I headed to the fridge and yanked open the door, glaring at the contents inside for something cold to drink. Suddenly I felt two lean arms wrap around my waist, and saw the hands clasp together in front of my stomach.
“Cook, they’re just supervisors. It’s not like I fall for every single older guy who crosses my path.”
David leaned his forehead against my back, his voice sounding like a soothing hum. I sighed and turned around to embrace him again.
+
So much had changed over the past year. After his graduation from Murray High last June, David hauled several suitcases over to L.A. to stay with me at my apartment for the summer. He accompanied me to the studio to watch me record and help pick out demos. The producers and I worked together quite well, but David’s glowing presence brought the atmosphere to another level, and it wasn’t long before word got around and the female employees began to pop in frequently to get a peek at “the gorgeous boy in Cook’s studio.” David was, of course, gracious and charming to them while I seethed in the corner.
It had been just another day when we were on break and I suggested that David sing a song so I could test the equipment. He saw right through the transparent reasoning and refused at first, but I was just as stubborn and eventually nudged him into the recording booth.
He said that he wanted to sing “Time of My Life,” which was still his favorite song - a fact that, I would never admit, always made me blush a little. It wasn’t too difficult to find the midi file on the computer, and within a few minutes his amazing voice was flowing out of the speakers. I sat in the swivel chair dazed and awed again.
“Wow.”
I swung around at the voice. One of the execs was standing next to me with his usual Starbucks in one hand, his mouth hanging open. It looked like his eyes would seriously bug out of his head if he kept up the staring so I gave a small cough to catch his attention.
“I had no idea he could sing like that,” he added.
“Just one of his many talents,” I replied with a shrug and a proud smile.
David didn’t notice the exec until he’d finished the last note of the song. Crimson spread all the way down to his neck when he saw the guy gawking at him, and he stealthily shot me a look that seemed to ask why I hadn’t stopped him.
In the next hour, everyone was rounded up to hear David sing again, and it was a unanimous decision that his talent could not be wasted. The studio next to mine was opened up for him, and soon David was no longer a high school graduate heading to college but a superstar in training.
His single “Crush” was created, recorded and released in a quick time span of a few months, and it was to no one’s surprise that it was simply adored by listeners across the country. I could practically see the girls flailing over David and his voice and his sweet demeanor, and it took every last ounce of self-control to keep me from raiding his music video shoot. David had to remind me several times that there was absolutely no romantic physical contact between him and the female lead.
“She looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model,” I muttered when I found a picture of her online.
“That’s because she probably is, Cook,” he answered with exasperation. “Relax, okay? You’re just wasting time.”
Then he’d marched over to where I was sitting and kissed me, and I’d immediately felt like a fool for worrying about nothing.
+
I stepped into the shower and felt myself lean into the hot water enveloping and loosening the muscles all over my body. Through the noise I heard the door click open and then saw David’s silhouette move into the room through the fogged up glass. I could make out his figure by the sink.
I felt mischievous.
“Hey Arch.” Poking out my head out, I called out to him.
“What?” He turned around to face me while wiping his mouth a towel.
“Can you throw out this shampoo? Think it’s empty.”
He walked up to the shower and took the plastic bottle from my head and looked back up at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Cook, this isn’t - oh my gosh!”
As I’d planned, David fell right into my last-minute trap and I successfully pulled him into the shower with me by his arm. He was still wearing his t-shirt and khakis, which were soaked instantly under the running water. I subconsciously licked my lips when I saw the wet fabric hugging his body, showing off the toned, slender frame underneath.
“We should get you out of these,” I commented, pulling his shirt up and over his head.
“When did you become so sly?” he complained.
“Since I learned that you’re so incredibly gullible,” I teased, reaching out to his pant buckle.
Slipping a few fingers behind the front of his pants, I tugged him closer to me so that my face was a mere few centimeters from his. The kiss that followed was devouring, and I hungrily swallowed the soft and slightly urgent moans that I elicited out of him. His head arched backward when I followed his neckline down to his collarbone, and I darted my tongue in and out, knowing its effect on the sensitive flesh there.
Lifting my head, I swiftly unbuttoned his pants and changed our positions to back David up against the tiled wall. He gasped when his skin met the hard surface, but eagerly pushed up against my continuing kisses, his hips beginning to respond along with the noises escaping his mouth. I heard his pants hit the bottom of the shower with a dull thud, and after I hastily removed his boxers, I quickly grabbed the body wash and pumped a good amount into my hand. It was cold at first but warmed up as I lathered it across David’s body and mine.
“Cook,” David breathed as he tangled his fingers in my hair.
My hands were on either side of his hip after running them down along his back, and I turned him around gently so that his back was to me. Looping an arm around his waist to hold him still, I slipped a finger - slick from the soap - into him. He bucked into the touch and gripped the arm that was securing him.
“Cook… Cook, please.”
“Shh,” I whispered close to his ear, smirking at how bold he’d become.
I removed my hand and got David to face me again. I paused to take in the sight in front of me: cheeks flushed, full lips slightly parted, eyes dazed but yearning. In awe, I moved closer and fluidly into him, groaning at the tightness and the heat and his nails digging into my back. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I supported him with my arms as I plunged into him, amazed at how something I was used to by now could still be so enthralling.
A string of curses trailed off of my tongue when he began to move with me. The shower rack rattled every time I pushed back into him, and the white foam flowing off our bodies with the water added to the sensation of it all. He threw his head back and a seductive, strangled sound came from his lips as he came, and I could feel the hotness spreading between our stomachs. With the next thrust I followed, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming too close to his ear.
We stood still, shuddering. I reached out to turn off the water and for a few moments our gasps mingled in the air with the drips that echoed in the small space.
“Cook?”
“Yeah?”
“The next time you bring me into the shower when my clothes are all on… I promise I won’t complain.”
He laughed breathlessly and I smiled, thinking how lucky I was to be able to say that I was in love with one beautiful and enchanting David Archuleta who, amazingly, loved me back.
Pairing(s): David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG to NC-17
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: The real-life characters do not belong to me, and the story is fictional.
Summary: A year after his high school graduation, David is living with Cook in L.A., but keeping their love hidden from the public eye brings up obstacles that threaten their relationship.
Author's Notes: This fic was originally posted at cookleta from September 2008 to October 2009. :)
1
I. David Cook.
The sunshine flooded through the windows of the master bedroom and I shaded my eyes instinctively with my arm at the white light that blinded me. I sat up and dangled my legs off the side of the bed, grumbling about how being too lazy to close the curtains at night always bit you in the ass in the morning.
To be honest, I wasn’t feeling cranky because it was so damn early - although I would never categorize myself as a “morning person” - but because I had woken up and not seen David next to me. In fact, his half of the comforter was still neatly draped over the edge of our bed.
I walked into the kitchen feeling grumpy, putting on the slippers along the way and dragging the ends of my pants on the hardwood. My mood instantly lifted, however, when I rounded the corner and found David at the counter with a glass of orange juice.
“Morning, Cook,” he greeted.
He was cheerful and the aura was contagious. There was no way that I could fight those ridiculously adorable dimples.
“Morning, babe,” I replied, sauntering over to pull him into a hug from behind.
“Hey, that tickles,” he said with a giggle, squirming a little to see if I would let go.
I didn’t, of course.
“When did you come home?”
“Half an hour ago. I slept for a bit at the studio.”
“At the studio? Those execs keep you there all the freaking time, Arch.”
A little pissed, I headed to the fridge and yanked open the door, glaring at the contents inside for something cold to drink. Suddenly I felt two lean arms wrap around my waist, and saw the hands clasp together in front of my stomach.
“Cook, they’re just supervisors. It’s not like I fall for every single older guy who crosses my path.”
David leaned his forehead against my back, his voice sounding like a soothing hum. I sighed and turned around to embrace him again.
+
So much had changed over the past year. After his graduation from Murray High last June, David hauled several suitcases over to L.A. to stay with me at my apartment for the summer. He accompanied me to the studio to watch me record and help pick out demos. The producers and I worked together quite well, but David’s glowing presence brought the atmosphere to another level, and it wasn’t long before word got around and the female employees began to pop in frequently to get a peek at “the gorgeous boy in Cook’s studio.” David was, of course, gracious and charming to them while I seethed in the corner.
It had been just another day when we were on break and I suggested that David sing a song so I could test the equipment. He saw right through the transparent reasoning and refused at first, but I was just as stubborn and eventually nudged him into the recording booth.
He said that he wanted to sing “Time of My Life,” which was still his favorite song - a fact that, I would never admit, always made me blush a little. It wasn’t too difficult to find the midi file on the computer, and within a few minutes his amazing voice was flowing out of the speakers. I sat in the swivel chair dazed and awed again.
“Wow.”
I swung around at the voice. One of the execs was standing next to me with his usual Starbucks in one hand, his mouth hanging open. It looked like his eyes would seriously bug out of his head if he kept up the staring so I gave a small cough to catch his attention.
“I had no idea he could sing like that,” he added.
“Just one of his many talents,” I replied with a shrug and a proud smile.
David didn’t notice the exec until he’d finished the last note of the song. Crimson spread all the way down to his neck when he saw the guy gawking at him, and he stealthily shot me a look that seemed to ask why I hadn’t stopped him.
In the next hour, everyone was rounded up to hear David sing again, and it was a unanimous decision that his talent could not be wasted. The studio next to mine was opened up for him, and soon David was no longer a high school graduate heading to college but a superstar in training.
His single “Crush” was created, recorded and released in a quick time span of a few months, and it was to no one’s surprise that it was simply adored by listeners across the country. I could practically see the girls flailing over David and his voice and his sweet demeanor, and it took every last ounce of self-control to keep me from raiding his music video shoot. David had to remind me several times that there was absolutely no romantic physical contact between him and the female lead.
“She looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model,” I muttered when I found a picture of her online.
“That’s because she probably is, Cook,” he answered with exasperation. “Relax, okay? You’re just wasting time.”
Then he’d marched over to where I was sitting and kissed me, and I’d immediately felt like a fool for worrying about nothing.
+
I stepped into the shower and felt myself lean into the hot water enveloping and loosening the muscles all over my body. Through the noise I heard the door click open and then saw David’s silhouette move into the room through the fogged up glass. I could make out his figure by the sink.
I felt mischievous.
“Hey Arch.” Poking out my head out, I called out to him.
“What?” He turned around to face me while wiping his mouth a towel.
“Can you throw out this shampoo? Think it’s empty.”
He walked up to the shower and took the plastic bottle from my head and looked back up at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Cook, this isn’t - oh my gosh!”
As I’d planned, David fell right into my last-minute trap and I successfully pulled him into the shower with me by his arm. He was still wearing his t-shirt and khakis, which were soaked instantly under the running water. I subconsciously licked my lips when I saw the wet fabric hugging his body, showing off the toned, slender frame underneath.
“We should get you out of these,” I commented, pulling his shirt up and over his head.
“When did you become so sly?” he complained.
“Since I learned that you’re so incredibly gullible,” I teased, reaching out to his pant buckle.
Slipping a few fingers behind the front of his pants, I tugged him closer to me so that my face was a mere few centimeters from his. The kiss that followed was devouring, and I hungrily swallowed the soft and slightly urgent moans that I elicited out of him. His head arched backward when I followed his neckline down to his collarbone, and I darted my tongue in and out, knowing its effect on the sensitive flesh there.
Lifting my head, I swiftly unbuttoned his pants and changed our positions to back David up against the tiled wall. He gasped when his skin met the hard surface, but eagerly pushed up against my continuing kisses, his hips beginning to respond along with the noises escaping his mouth. I heard his pants hit the bottom of the shower with a dull thud, and after I hastily removed his boxers, I quickly grabbed the body wash and pumped a good amount into my hand. It was cold at first but warmed up as I lathered it across David’s body and mine.
“Cook,” David breathed as he tangled his fingers in my hair.
My hands were on either side of his hip after running them down along his back, and I turned him around gently so that his back was to me. Looping an arm around his waist to hold him still, I slipped a finger - slick from the soap - into him. He bucked into the touch and gripped the arm that was securing him.
“Cook… Cook, please.”
“Shh,” I whispered close to his ear, smirking at how bold he’d become.
I removed my hand and got David to face me again. I paused to take in the sight in front of me: cheeks flushed, full lips slightly parted, eyes dazed but yearning. In awe, I moved closer and fluidly into him, groaning at the tightness and the heat and his nails digging into my back. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I supported him with my arms as I plunged into him, amazed at how something I was used to by now could still be so enthralling.
A string of curses trailed off of my tongue when he began to move with me. The shower rack rattled every time I pushed back into him, and the white foam flowing off our bodies with the water added to the sensation of it all. He threw his head back and a seductive, strangled sound came from his lips as he came, and I could feel the hotness spreading between our stomachs. With the next thrust I followed, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming too close to his ear.
We stood still, shuddering. I reached out to turn off the water and for a few moments our gasps mingled in the air with the drips that echoed in the small space.
“Cook?”
“Yeah?”
“The next time you bring me into the shower when my clothes are all on… I promise I won’t complain.”
He laughed breathlessly and I smiled, thinking how lucky I was to be able to say that I was in love with one beautiful and enchanting David Archuleta who, amazingly, loved me back.