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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      American_Idol_RPF
  Relationship:
      David_Archuleta/David_Cook
  Character:
      David_Cook, David_Archuleta
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-31 Words: 4054
****** Irresistable ******
by carolion
Summary
     Archie can't help himself. Cook is okay with that.
David thought he'd been doing pretty well at hiding his, um, his crush on Cook.
It was totally lame, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Cook was so - Cook, and
David hadn't meant to, whatever, go all stupid and girly about him, and he'd
really, really tried to squash his feelings, but the fluttery feeling in his
stomach hadn't gone away, and he still felt all hot and tingly whenever Cook
laughed or smiled at him. The worst was the gut-clench of shivery arousal
whenever Cook touched him, which was kind of a lot. Cook never seemed to stop
touching him, whether it was a hand on the shoulder, or his fingers curling
around David's neck, or pressing up against him on the couch, their thighs
pressed side by side as Cook's arm lay lazily across his back. It was
impossible to ignore, and David's crush just got worse and worse. At this
point, he'd pretty much given up on trying to stop and started to focus on not
letting anyone know about it. But it wasn't like Cook was making it easy.
David couldn't help the blushes or the stuttering when Cook teased him, and he
couldn't help the way he, um, got all hot and achey when Cook draped himself
all over David, and he couldn't help but stare, because, dang it, how was he
supposed to not when the stylists, whatever, put Cook in lace up pants. It was
totally unfair! He could only avoid Cook as much as possible, and try not to
lean into him when they did have to hang out which, despite his best efforts to
stay away, was pretty much all the time. Still, David was proud of the way he
could still (sort of) look Cook in the eye, and how didn't babble um, all the
time when they talked. (Just - most of the time? And Cook pretty much thought
that was just normal David behavior, not whatever, crush-syndrome.)
The tour was fine, despite David's annoying - whatever, and everyone was really
cool, and only teased him a little (a lot) about the outfits he had to wear on
stage, and David was totally managing his thing, and he was pretty sure no one
knew. Sometimes Johns would like, nudge him, or wink at him when Cook was on
stage though, or as they passed each other during the final number before the
catwalk he had to do with Cook. It was really embarrassing, especially since he
couldn't figure out if Michael knew something, or if he was just being Michael.
He got a little paranoid as the nights wore on, as the gestures Cook did at the
end of 'Please Don't Stop the Music' got more and more elaborate, wondering
somehow, somehow Cook knew, and this was his sick way of teasing David about
it. (David knew that even if Cook did know about the crush, he wouldn't be
weird about it. He would laugh, and he would reject David as gently as
possible, and then he'd tease him about it, and generally make David's life
miserable. So really, David's not worried about Cook's reaction, he just
doesn't want to ever hear Cook say 'No' to him like that. He's not sure he
could take it - it would be far too real.) But if Cook knew, he would have
confronted David by now, so he could only conclude that Cook was just being...
whatever, his usual charming, stupid, smirky, smart self, which was awful
because David's heart totally did flips and jumps whenever Cook got down on his
knees like that.
The nights on the road were long and harrowing, and it was a relief when they
got to book rooms at a hotel and sleep in actual beds, instead of in the bunks
as the bus rumbled on into the night. David was so tired he expected to just
fall into bed and not wake up until it was time to get back on the road again,
but he knew that a couple of his fellow Idols (or all of them, he guessed) were
going to go out and have a good time tonight. They’d already invited him to
come along, but he declined, knowing that he would only restrict the places
they could go, and besides, he was way too tired to be any sort of company
tonight, much less good company. Everyone made the appropriate protests, but he
just waved them off; they’d have a better time without him, he was sure. Of
course, he’d assumed Cook would be going with them – heck, he’d assumed Cook
would be leading the whole brigade on a night of bar-hopping or, whatever, a
nice dinner where they could all drink wine and talk about their adult lives –
so it was a surprise when he heard Cook call “Hey Archie, wait up!” as the
older man jogged to catch up with him.
David paused and waited, even though he didn’t really want to be alone with
Cook, like, at all. Cook was wearing this tight white v-neck shirt that seemed
to stretch across his chest and biceps, and the tangle of his silver necklaces
always always made David look at his throat and the thatch of chest hair that
peeked from under his t-shirt. His jeans (at least they were jeans, and not
those stupid lace up pants that always made him wonder how Cook got them on,
gosh!) were tight but sort of faded and well worn, casual jeans, and David
wanted to rub his fingers along the slightly thin spots, wondering how long it
would take until they ripped.
He smiled automatically when Cook reached him, in response to the wide, silly
grin that the American Idol was sporting, and they walked together to the
elevator that would take them to their floor. David squirmed nervously as they
waited outside of the lift, eying Cook subtly (or, well, trying to eye Cook
subtly, he wasn’t sure if he actually pulled it off or not) and wishing they
weren’t so alone. He’d made an effort not to spend so much one-on-one time with
Cook, steering their activities towards group-related things, and not isolating
the two of them, like, ever, because David’s stupid attraction was actually
getting worse. His heart sped up rapidly whenever Cook was in close proximity,
and it felt like all of his senses were heightened and tuned into all of Cook’s
movements. It was so embarrassing.
When the elevator doors chimed and opened for them, Cook ushered David in
first, following behind closely. David to ignore their proximity, but it was a
small elevator, and for some reason Cook felt the need to stand close. Why, oh
why did they think it was a good idea to get rooms on the top floor? Twenty
four floors? He was going to die. Cook was just so – so distracting. David
glanced at him briefly, and found the older man smiling a little, his eyes
downcast. He wanted so badly to know what he was thinking, what was making him
smile like that. A shiver of desire ran all the way through David’s body – he
bit his lip and looked away.
It wasn’t enough, looking away. Cook’s body was so close that they’re arms were
brushing, and he could hear Cook’s breathing, in and out, and every nerve in
David’s body was tingling, anticipatory and yearning. He wanted to lean into
that warm body, turn his face into Cook’s chest and nuzzle against the firm
pecs, open his mouth and – no! Oh gosh, no, no, no! Those were the kind of
thoughts he had been trying to avoid! David flushed and took a deep breath. But
- oh - that didn’t help. Cook was, Cook smelled like… He didn’t know, but it
was some sort of spicy, musky cologne, and it made his stomach curl up hotly.
He could smell him, clean and dirty all at the same time, and he could imagine
Cook fresh from the shower, running a hand along his jaw and neck and chest,
before reaching for a bottle and splashing some cologne onto his skin, patting
it in, his fingers lingering along his pulse point and his clavicles. The heat
spread from his stomach to his chest, then it choked him, his throat closing up
as pure want coiled throughout his body. Cook put it on in order to smell good
to somebody, somebody close to him, someone who would be close to his body and
put their face near to his, maybe to talk, or maybe to kiss. (David wanted to
kiss him so badly, it hurt, like, a physical pain twisting through his heart.)
“Hey, you alright David?” Cook’s voice caught him off guard, and David looked
up in alarm, gasping a little – he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath.
All that did was get him a lungful of David Cook and that cologne though, and
he was staring straight into ridiculously beautiful eyes, clear and bright and
honest, and David couldn’t stand it, he just – he couldn’t!
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, and then fell forward, his hands reaching up to cup
Cook’s neck gently as his mouth blundered forward, desperately searching for
Cook’s lips. There was a surprised sound from the other man, but David didn’t
pay attention, too intent on feeling, because they were kissing, oh my gosh! He
pushed too fast and too hard, but he was crazy, had been crazy for so long, had
wanted this from the start (from Hollywood week he realized with dismay) and he
needed this, he needed this one moment to keep him from going completely around
the bend. Once Cook rejected him – it would be easier from there, he was
certain. But this – this is all he wanted.
He opened his mouth hurriedly, pressing his body as close to Cook’s as he
could, rolling his hips a little because, gosh, in for a penny, in for a pound,
right? It was electric, and he moaned, tightening his arms around Cook’s neck.
This was – oh, it was so much better than he’d imagined, especially with Cook’s
big hands spanning the length of his back, and Cook’s mouth pressing back
against hi-
What? Cook was – Cook was kissing back? David pulled away in shock, blinking up
at the Idol with big, confused eyes.
“What are you doing?” He asked stupidly, suddenly aware of how he was, um, kind
of straddling Cook’s thigh, oh embarrassment. (It felt so crazy good though,
and he tried hard not to slide his body up and down since, um, he really really
wanted to.) Cook stared back.
“What am I- oh my God, shut up, I’m kissing you back,” Cook said, laughing a
little and tugging David’s mouth back up to meet his. David whimpered (Cook
smelled so good! And he tasted so – hot, wet, messy, indescribable), grinding
down a little on Cook’s leg and gasping into the kiss. Their lips slid together
effortlessly, and David’s brain went offline for a little bit, until somehow he
managed to separate them.
“Does this mean, um, does this mean you like me back?” He said breathlessly.
Cook laughed, low and sexy.
“David,” the older man said, sounding fond, “yeah, I like you back.” He leaned
forward and slid his mouth against David’s ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a
while now, I just didn’t know it was okay. Is it? Is it okay?” His voice was
hoarse and aroused, and David felt the heat curled in his abdomen explode in an
array of stars and fireworks. He shivered.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, then hitched his hips up (which made Cook groan
and curse). “You – you can? Do that. Do – it. Um, I want to. Like, right now.
Like, a lot.” He shifted and kissed Cook’s jaw gently. “Cook?”
“Shit, god, hang on – “ Cook pushed away from him roughly and David was
absurdly hurt for a minute, his heart wilting like a neglected flower, but Cook
just hefted him up and kissed him hotly, and suddenly David couldn’t even care
about anything else, just that hot mouth and how his hands were, oh gosh, his
hands were sliding down his back and curving over his ass. Cook’s fingers were
personal and intimate, stroking over David’s tight jeans and then dipping
further, dipping to grip hard at David’s inner thighs. Cook made this growling
noise deep in his throat and David felt his arms flex (oh, heck) before
suddenly he was being lifted and shoved up against the wall of the elevator.
His back slammed against the wall, but David couldn’t remember ever feeling
this turned on in his life, Cook’s hands possessive and rough as they squeezed
his ass and thighs, Cook’s body shoving between his legs. David wrapped his
legs around Cook’s waist and, oh, that was so good, it was obscene.
“Oh,” he broke away to gasp, “oh, Cook, please, can you-“ He arched his back,
pressing their bodies closer together, and heard Cook hiss.
“Jesus, I don’t have – hang on, hang on,” Cook said between kisses, only he
wasn’t doing anything, just tipping David’s head back and kissing him, all
filthy and pornographic, so much so that David’s chest heaved and the blush
he’d been sporting migrated from just his cheeks to his whole body. Cook had
always been attractive, and he’d always been sexy in a way that the others just
weren’t. And this – this felt like sex to David, only duh, it wasn’t, and he
couldn’t even imagine what it was going to be like when Cook – when they –
The elevator dinged cheerfully, and suddenly they were both jerked back to the
present as their slow crawl upward stopped with a little bump, and the doors
started to slide open. David flailed, pushing Cook away with both his hands and
scrambling down from around his waist. He panted and shivered, dropping his
gaze and refusing to look at Cook as the doors opened all the way, and then
practically ran out of the door. His body was hot and he wanted to – he wanted
to do something wild and reckless and hopefully, if Cook wanted to too, they
could. He waited in the hall, glancing back to see Cook following a little
hesitantly. His lips were red and looked bitten and, oh, David realized that he
had done that. He had made Cook look like that, his hair a mess and, oh gosh,
his belt was undone! David flushed hotly but met Cook’s eyes, biting his lower
lip without even meaning to. It – it must have been some sort of sign to Cook
though, because suddenly the older man grabbed his arm and dragged him all the
way to his room.
David pressed as close to Cook as he could while the older man shoved the
keycard in, ripping it out and slamming the door open when the green light
flashed. David made a sound in his throat, and Cook swallowed it, his mouth
already attached to David’s. Oh it was so good, being handled like this guided
and pushed. Cook’s hands were big and his fingers were calloused, and they were
really, really good at getting clothes off, because David was naked before he
knew what was really happened.
Cook stepped back a little to strip off his own clothes, but he seemed to
falter, his fingers halting as he stared at David. His mouth went a little
slack and David was just standing there, naked, oh gosh, a flush traveling down
his chest. He was – he was hard and it was – he felt so vulnerable, completely
nude and on display in front of his crush. Embarrassed, David turned to the
side, trying to cover himself up with his hands, but Cook grabbed him gently.
“No,” the older man said softly, “don’t. Just – let me look at you.” David
trembled, but obeyed, looking up into Cook’s face. He looked wrecked, hungrily
drinking in flat lines and planes of David’s body, toned from running and
healthy food. He wasn’t – he knew he wasn’t built or anything, but he also knew
he wasn’t fat, but even though he was normal, it felt so weird to have Cook
just stare like this.
“God, you’re gorgeous. Can you,” Cook licked his lips, and David wanted to die.
(Or, um, kiss Cook. One of the two.) “Can you get on the bed?” Cook’s hands
were back in motion, and he was stripping off his shirt. Now it was David’s
turn to stare, startled by how the appearance of new flesh made him ache in his
stomach, how he could feel his cock twitch as he followed the line of hair all
the way into Cook’s pants. He nodded slowly and backed up, scooting up on the
bed as Cook advanced on him, feeling that slow ache burst into a desperate heat
that flooded his limbs when Cook tugged at the buttons of his jeans and shoved
them off.
David stared – he couldn’t help it! – and felt this weird longing. Cook’s –
Cook’s cock, he wanted to put his mouth on it. He wanted to suck it in, wanted
to take the whole things down (but he doubted he could, it was kind of um, big)
and it was overwhelming. He groaned and fell flat on the bed, closing his eyes
and trying not to gasp so much. He didn’t know why he was sweating so much, a
light sheen already covering his body, or why he felt the need to pant his
breaths. All he knew was that he wanted to kiss all over Cook’s body, wanted to
crawl into his lap and nestle there, suck on his neck and stroke his fingers
over all the flesh he could.
He was still flat on his back, trying to regain some footing when he felt the
slow slide of skin against his. Without meaning to his eyes flew open and he
let out this sharp hiss, his back arching off the bed so he could, like, press
up against that pressure, making sure to rub his body against Cook’s sensually,
whining a little at Cook’s soft groan of approval. He looked at Cook, who was
so hot oh gosh, and licked his lips. Cook’s eyes got darker, somehow and
suddenly their mouths were fused together again, Cook’s tongue stroking hot and
wet and slick, perfect and everything he’d every wanted. David could feel both
their hearts beating out of sync, a crazy thud-thud-thud that made his body
tight and tense with anticipation.
“Hey,” Cook murmured, his voice a low purr, and David just sucked on his bottom
lip, pressing tiny kisses to it, nipping playfully before opening up against.
Somehow one of his hands was clutched tight at Cook’s smooth, powerful back,
the other one buried in his hair. Cook was braced above him, still kissing him
like it was sex, his hips rocking forward in these stuttering thrusts that
weren’t quite what David wanted, not quite satisfactory. He ripped his mouth
away.
“Wait, wait,” he gasped, and wrapped one of his legs around Cook’s body. “Oh,
there,” he moaned and threw his head back, his back arching completely off the
bed as Cook slid perfectly against him, their cocks coming into contact and
making David see stars. Cook growled and then his mouth was on David’s neck,
licking a long stripe from the hollow of his throat up over his Adam’s apple,
pausing to suck a kiss just below his jaw, and then kissing all the way down
again. David could feel his pulse spike rapidly, and he tugged desperately
Cook’s hair, squirming until, until-
“Oh,” he said, breathy, his eyes wide with revelation. Cook had ground down at
the same time he had hitched up, and after a moment of weird pressure suddenly,
suddenly, Cook’s cock was sliding underneath his balls and against the skin of
his ass, slipping between his cheeks and, gosh it felt all kinds of amazing. He
didn’t expect it to, which probably heightened the sensation, but it was so
good, slick and perfect and it made his body light up. He craved.
“Cook,” he moaned, his abs flexed with the effort of staying up as Cook thrust
shallowly.
“Oh my god,” Cook said reverently. David looked at his face – he was staring
down at David’s face with something akin to awe and maybe, yes, something like
fear. His eyes were blown wide and dark with pleasure though, and all David
wanted was to keep that look on his face. He strained a little harder and
wrapped his other leg around the older man’s waist, lifting until the angle was
even better.
“Is this- “ he panted, mewling, “is this okay? Cook, please, keep – oh – keep
going, please, touch me,” he begged, shivering.
“Jesus Christ, yes, you’re like,” Cook leaned down and kissed him, rocking up
on his knees a little until David was bent a little at the waist, “you’re like
something out my fantasies, this is, god, let me, let me,” and then Cook was
pistoning his hips rough and hard, and his cock was sliding wetly against
David’s thighs and ass, sending little shocks every time it pressed against his
hole, making David’s stomach tighten up painfully. He was well aware of the bed
banging roughly against the wall, and he wondered if everyone could hear, if
they knew, or if they just thought Cook had a girl in bed with him. The thought
made him want to laugh hysterically, but then Cook put a hand on David’s
erection, and all thoughts of laughter or girls flew out of the window.
“Please,” he hissed, “yes, yes, yes, there.” Cook’s grip shifted and he was
pumping in time to his thrusts, and this was sex, they were having sex, and it
was good, it was so good, all David wanted to do was –
“Cook I’m – oh – I’m-!” and then David was coming everywhere, all over Cook’s
fist and his own stomach, some of it even getting on his chest, oh my gosh!
“Archie, fuck, Archie, Archie,” Cook chanted, growling, and his hips were
smacking lewdly against David’s body, so hard and fast it almost hurt (but
David never wanted it to stop, never wanted Cook to ever stop this), and
finally David felt him come, a low, ragged groan spilling from the older man’s
lips as wetness coated David’s asscheeks and the insides of his thighs. A hot
flash of arousal sparked inside of him and he whimpered because he wanted, but
it was too soon after last time, and he was exhausted.
Cook collapsed on top of him, burying his scruffy face into David’s neck. David
stroked his sweaty hair gently, alarmed to find his hands were shaking a
little. He still smelled like cologne.
“I haven’t come like that in years,” Cook mumbled against his skin, huffing out
a startled little laugh. “Jesus fuck, that was so hot.” David giggled a little,
and Cook kissed his throat – the giggles faded into a breathy moan.
“Was it okay?” Cook whispered to him, propping his chin up and looking into
David’s eyes seriously. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“It was… intense.” David answered carefully, his voice a little raw and rough.
He wondered if it would hinder his singing – he hoped it wouldn’t, but at the
same time it would be nice to feel that scrape in his vocal chords, that little
mark left by Cook. “I wanted… I want more? There were some things I, um, I want
to suck you? Is that weird?”
Cook rolled off of him abruptly, and David tensed, worried. But Cook just said
“Oh my god,” into his hands and then kissed David roughly, bruising his mouth.
“No that’s not weird, Jesus, it’s – it’s awesome.” Cook smiled fondly at him,
and David felt that achy part of him get warm and floaty. “We can do it next
time, if you want.”
“Yes,” David said quickly, “I want.” And then, after a pause. “When can we, um,
next time? Can that be like… now?” And Cook laughed, grabbing him into a hug.
“Give me a minute,” he said, but it was low and smoky, right into David’s ear,
and David shivered and couldn’t wait.
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