it doesn't help to know that you're just time away.
UM, YEAH, JUST POSTING THIS FOR ~ARCHIVE PURPOSES, I GUESS. It was written a little over a month ago after this tweet from Mr. Cook. I couldn't get my muses to work properly and this is all that came out; quick and awkwardly phrased comment!fic. But, I figured I'd ~officially put it up anyway. Just because I can.
so far away
cook/archie
~280 words
The lights from up above caught Archie’s hair just right and for a moment (just one, before he forces it back down inside his chest), all Cook can feel is the warm, sticky air of Manila setting in against his skin. All he can hear is Archie’s from above him whispering, “Cook, Cook, please” over and over again until his voice cracked, trembling with want; he can taste the saltsweatArchie on his tongue (He bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes the thoughts back down, locks them away.)
“Archie,” The name almost feels like a prayer as it falls from his tongue. It been too long, far too long, “Archie. Hey.”
David reaches out to circle Archie’s wrist, his fingers curling around the fragile skin and bones there, feeling his pulse jump under his touch, the blood racing through his veins. He feels something warm unravel inside his chest as he tugs Archie towards him, gently, barely even a nudge, and Archie just falls into him.
Oh, he’d missed this; missed the way their bodies slotted together like they were made for this. He presses his smile into Archie’s hair, breathing in deep. (Something crackles and burns just under the surface of his skin, feeling loose and disconnected at the base of his spine. Now, now, now, and here.)
“I missed you.” Archie’s voice is barely a whisper but he hears it anyway, feels Archie’s lips moving through thin cotton of his shirt, brushing against his skin a little; something warm begins to unravel inside his chest - something amazing -, wrapping itself firmly around his heart and he thinks, yeah, yeah okay, this is it.
so far away
cook/archie
~280 words
The lights from up above caught Archie’s hair just right and for a moment (just one, before he forces it back down inside his chest), all Cook can feel is the warm, sticky air of Manila setting in against his skin. All he can hear is Archie’s from above him whispering, “Cook, Cook, please” over and over again until his voice cracked, trembling with want; he can taste the saltsweatArchie on his tongue (He bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes the thoughts back down, locks them away.)
“Archie,” The name almost feels like a prayer as it falls from his tongue. It been too long, far too long, “Archie. Hey.”
David reaches out to circle Archie’s wrist, his fingers curling around the fragile skin and bones there, feeling his pulse jump under his touch, the blood racing through his veins. He feels something warm unravel inside his chest as he tugs Archie towards him, gently, barely even a nudge, and Archie just falls into him.
Oh, he’d missed this; missed the way their bodies slotted together like they were made for this. He presses his smile into Archie’s hair, breathing in deep. (Something crackles and burns just under the surface of his skin, feeling loose and disconnected at the base of his spine. Now, now, now, and here.)
“I missed you.” Archie’s voice is barely a whisper but he hears it anyway, feels Archie’s lips moving through thin cotton of his shirt, brushing against his skin a little; something warm begins to unravel inside his chest - something amazing -, wrapping itself firmly around his heart and he thinks, yeah, yeah okay, this is it.