Metal [Cookmann] [PG-13]
[title] Metal
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] princessleia04. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/Neal Tiemann
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 363
[summary] David arched an eyebrow when he saw Neal rolling them experimentally with his tongue, a pink edge wetting them.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met Neal Tiemann nor David Cook. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Strong suggestion.
[author's notes] Written for mononoke_007, who requested Cookmann; David really likes Neal's new lip rings at my prompts post, and also fits prompt #76 ~ sweat from my 100_prompts table, and for ficforhope.
They were new, those shiny rings curling around Neal's lips that hadn't been there the day before. David arched an eyebrow when he saw Neal rolling them experimentally with his tongue, a pink edge wetting them. He forced himself to focus on remembering the correct notes to the song he was trying to play on the guitar.
Neal leaned into him, and David snapped up his head when he felt a hand resting on the small of his back, slick with sweat and trembling with pent-up desire. "What do you think of them?" Neal whispered into David's ear, nose nuzzling sensually David's ear shell. He shivered.
"What do they taste like?" he found himself questioning back in an even voice that didn't betray miraculously, the state of the rest of his body, aroused and ready.
"Wouldn't you love to find out?" Neal's words were a dare, and David decided to take it. Setting his guitar aside, he didn't wait to make sure the door was locked so Andy wouldn't walk in on them, and he lunged forward, catching Neal's mouth with his own lips.
Half an hour later, they had astoundingly avoided Andy's presence in his own house. David stared up at Neal, covered in sweat, mouth swollen from David's ministrations, and he smiled. "I really fucking like your lip rings, Neal."
Neal smirked. He lifted one finger to trace the indentations his rings had made in David's lips. "I can say so," he stated.
"I have one suggestion, though," David continued, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.
"Yeah?" Neal frowned at his boyfriend, swatting his hand away when David tried to make it crawl up Neal's thigh.
"I think you should try it somewhere more southern in my anatomy," David replied, taking Neal's fingers and guiding his hand below David's belt, earning another smirk from those lips kissed by metal.
Andy was scarred for life when he finally made it back home, as he entered their studio oblivious to what his friends had been doing prior to his arrival, and walked in on them sharing a rumpled blanket - among other things Andy didn't want to think about - on their bumpy couch.
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] princessleia04. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/Neal Tiemann
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 363
[summary] David arched an eyebrow when he saw Neal rolling them experimentally with his tongue, a pink edge wetting them.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met Neal Tiemann nor David Cook. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Strong suggestion.
[author's notes] Written for mononoke_007, who requested Cookmann; David really likes Neal's new lip rings at my prompts post, and also fits prompt #76 ~ sweat from my 100_prompts table, and for ficforhope.
They were new, those shiny rings curling around Neal's lips that hadn't been there the day before. David arched an eyebrow when he saw Neal rolling them experimentally with his tongue, a pink edge wetting them. He forced himself to focus on remembering the correct notes to the song he was trying to play on the guitar.
Neal leaned into him, and David snapped up his head when he felt a hand resting on the small of his back, slick with sweat and trembling with pent-up desire. "What do you think of them?" Neal whispered into David's ear, nose nuzzling sensually David's ear shell. He shivered.
"What do they taste like?" he found himself questioning back in an even voice that didn't betray miraculously, the state of the rest of his body, aroused and ready.
"Wouldn't you love to find out?" Neal's words were a dare, and David decided to take it. Setting his guitar aside, he didn't wait to make sure the door was locked so Andy wouldn't walk in on them, and he lunged forward, catching Neal's mouth with his own lips.
Half an hour later, they had astoundingly avoided Andy's presence in his own house. David stared up at Neal, covered in sweat, mouth swollen from David's ministrations, and he smiled. "I really fucking like your lip rings, Neal."
Neal smirked. He lifted one finger to trace the indentations his rings had made in David's lips. "I can say so," he stated.
"I have one suggestion, though," David continued, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.
"Yeah?" Neal frowned at his boyfriend, swatting his hand away when David tried to make it crawl up Neal's thigh.
"I think you should try it somewhere more southern in my anatomy," David replied, taking Neal's fingers and guiding his hand below David's belt, earning another smirk from those lips kissed by metal.
Andy was scarred for life when he finally made it back home, as he entered their studio oblivious to what his friends had been doing prior to his arrival, and walked in on them sharing a rumpled blanket - among other things Andy didn't want to think about - on their bumpy couch.