fic: why david cook enjoyed breakfast
Title: Why David Cook Enjoyed Breakfast
Author: xxkatiekatiex
Pairing: David Cook/ David Archuleta
Rating: PG-15. Light R, perhaps.
Beta(s): No beta? That's right. Let me know if you're interested, that'd be awesome.
Summary: After meeting up with Archie at a hotel in St. Paul, Cook wakes up and goes to get some breakfast, but a text from Archie distracts him something FIERCE.
Disclaimer: I do not own a David. But I'm in the market, if anyone's selling.
WARNING: So this is short and fakey and just totally an excuse to work my way into Cookleta pr0n. I can't take it all too quickly after all. So... hope you enjoy.
If David Archuleta ever texted but a single word (other than haha) to David Cook, the popular singer would be surprised. But Cook had to admit, sometimes there was nothing more refreshing than a single word.
He'd met Archie in St. Paul, both passing through on their way to different venues in different directions, but both staying in St. Paul for the night. David had woken up earlier in the morning in a tangle of damp sheets and warm limbs, thinking dimly back to the previous evening, which had been filled with quieting each other with desperate lips, and barely disguised moaning, and a lot of breathless, needy sex that was so long overdue that David had been able to last just as long as the 19 year old he was fucking. He'd delicately removed himself from the bed, left a note on the inside of the door telling Archie that he'd gone to get some coffee, and had stumbled out into the street, rubbing his eyes, ignoring his 'i just woke up from a night of sex' hair, and not even noticing the stain of chocolate on his shirt.
He'd finally located a decent coffee shop (okay, okay... the one thing fame had cured David of was his love for cheap coffee), a starbucks, when Archie texted him.
you on your way back yet?
David smirked as he read the message, already able to see the desperate look on his young lover's face. For someone who had moaned like a good little whore the night before (David had told him so, proudly), he sure was desperate only for Cook's presence. Archie would always have a certain level of untarnishable innocence about him.
almost. want anything for bfast?
He slid his phone into his pocket before stepping forward in line, now only behind a middle aged woman who wanted something with a long name and an 'ino' pasted onto the end. Sometimes the real world made David impatient. However, 'inos' were apparently easy to make, because it was only a moment before he was gazing up at the menu, ordering a triple short americano (he needed the caffine buzz) for himself and a hot chai for Archie, thinking that he'd like something like that, before his phone beeped from within his pocket. He took it out without thinking while muttering a 'to go' under his breath.
The single word in Archie's message made David smirk proudly, and also made his already tight pants just a fraction tighter. A whole 3 letters long, the text went something like this:
You.
Yes, Archie still found a way of maintaining a beautiful level of innocence... but not today. Today, David might have to get the drinks and run, because God knew he couldn't keep Archie waiting.
Breakfast had suddenly become a lot more worth while to the singer..
Author: xxkatiekatiex
Pairing: David Cook/ David Archuleta
Rating: PG-15. Light R, perhaps.
Beta(s): No beta? That's right. Let me know if you're interested, that'd be awesome.
Summary: After meeting up with Archie at a hotel in St. Paul, Cook wakes up and goes to get some breakfast, but a text from Archie distracts him something FIERCE.
Disclaimer: I do not own a David. But I'm in the market, if anyone's selling.
WARNING: So this is short and fakey and just totally an excuse to work my way into Cookleta pr0n. I can't take it all too quickly after all. So... hope you enjoy.
If David Archuleta ever texted but a single word (other than haha) to David Cook, the popular singer would be surprised. But Cook had to admit, sometimes there was nothing more refreshing than a single word.
He'd met Archie in St. Paul, both passing through on their way to different venues in different directions, but both staying in St. Paul for the night. David had woken up earlier in the morning in a tangle of damp sheets and warm limbs, thinking dimly back to the previous evening, which had been filled with quieting each other with desperate lips, and barely disguised moaning, and a lot of breathless, needy sex that was so long overdue that David had been able to last just as long as the 19 year old he was fucking. He'd delicately removed himself from the bed, left a note on the inside of the door telling Archie that he'd gone to get some coffee, and had stumbled out into the street, rubbing his eyes, ignoring his 'i just woke up from a night of sex' hair, and not even noticing the stain of chocolate on his shirt.
He'd finally located a decent coffee shop (okay, okay... the one thing fame had cured David of was his love for cheap coffee), a starbucks, when Archie texted him.
you on your way back yet?
David smirked as he read the message, already able to see the desperate look on his young lover's face. For someone who had moaned like a good little whore the night before (David had told him so, proudly), he sure was desperate only for Cook's presence. Archie would always have a certain level of untarnishable innocence about him.
almost. want anything for bfast?
He slid his phone into his pocket before stepping forward in line, now only behind a middle aged woman who wanted something with a long name and an 'ino' pasted onto the end. Sometimes the real world made David impatient. However, 'inos' were apparently easy to make, because it was only a moment before he was gazing up at the menu, ordering a triple short americano (he needed the caffine buzz) for himself and a hot chai for Archie, thinking that he'd like something like that, before his phone beeped from within his pocket. He took it out without thinking while muttering a 'to go' under his breath.
The single word in Archie's message made David smirk proudly, and also made his already tight pants just a fraction tighter. A whole 3 letters long, the text went something like this:
You.
Yes, Archie still found a way of maintaining a beautiful level of innocence... but not today. Today, David might have to get the drinks and run, because God knew he couldn't keep Archie waiting.
Breakfast had suddenly become a lot more worth while to the singer..