Fic: A Charlie Brown Christmas
Name: A Charlie Brown Christmas Special
Rating: The softest R you ever did see.
Pairing(s): Cookletaaaa
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this, I don't know them, I don't make any money from it, it's not real, ad nauseam.
Author's Notes: 1. A short little ficlet written for the Cookleta Holiday Song!fic Challenge
2. Okay, so it's supposed to be R. But it's kind of... well. Whatever. Enjoy xD
3. The lovely rajkumari905 beta'd it for me. (This is the first fic I've ever had beta'd. Just thought I would throw that out there. I'm moving up in the fic world! =D)
"I really hate this Christmas special, give me the remote" Cook said, eying the television and groping for the remote in David's lap.
"What? Why?!" David asked, holding the remote out of Cook's reach.
"Because it's so over played!" He exclaimed, shifting his weight on the couch to lean across David's lap.
"Oh and The Grinch isn't? You've watched that at least twice already - Hey, stop!" David stretched his arm further away and tipped over on his side, giggling as Cook continued his pursuit and crawled over top of him.
"The Grinch-" Cook began, grabbing the squirming, giggling boy's extended arm by the elbow and pulling it towards him. " - is a classic. And more interesting than a bunch of kids with a shitty Christmas tree."
"Oh whatever!" David said, clinging to the remote for dear life. Just as Cook was sure to wrestle it from his grasp, David reached up and and under Cook's t-shirt with his free hand, wiggling his fingers over Cook's stomach. The older man shrieked and dropped on top of David laughing.
"You little shit! No tickling!" he gasped as David giggled and shifted under his weight until Cook was between his thighs. Cook smiled wickedly. "You're gonna get it now."
David squeaked and tried to wriggle away, but it was too late. Cook already had both hands on his sides, ruthlessly tickling him until he couldn't breathe. Cook laughed manically as he continued his torture.
"Stop, oh gosh, please! Please stop!" he pleaded through gasps and peals of laughter. Cook finally took mercy and stopped, leaning over him with his hands on either side of David's body. He stared down as David heaved and tried to catch his breath, eyes sparking and still grinning stupidly from the tickle torture. David's breath started to even out and he stared back up, unable to stifle his smile. Cook leaned down and placed a quick kiss on David's nose, which caused another giggle, and then he kissed his lips. Slow and sweet, their lazy kiss lingered, until David pulled back.
"You took another candy cane off the tree, didn't you?" he said, tasting the peppermint on his lips.
"No, not I," Cook said behind a grin. David swatted his arm playfully.
"I told you to stop that! It's going to be bare by Christmas if you keep mmph-" Cook cut him off with a kiss. David giggled in spite of himself, and returned the kiss, raising his arms to rest around Cook's neck.
It didn't take long for things to heat up, and just as Cook was reaching in David's boxers, David's hand stopped him.
"Mm, stop, oh my gosh," he said. Cook groaned.
"Why?" David had the audacity to laugh.
"I just..." he started. "I just can't do this with kids singing about baby Jesus in the background." Cook let out something between a laugh and a sob, dropping his head on David's shoulder as 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing' played from the television, his mojo completely shot now. David laughed again. "I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as I am," Cook mumbled against his neck. David chuckled and pet his hair. "I told you I hated that Christmas special."
Rating: The softest R you ever did see.
Pairing(s): Cookletaaaa
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this, I don't know them, I don't make any money from it, it's not real, ad nauseam.
Author's Notes: 1. A short little ficlet written for the Cookleta Holiday Song!fic Challenge
2. Okay, so it's supposed to be R. But it's kind of... well. Whatever. Enjoy xD
3. The lovely rajkumari905 beta'd it for me. (This is the first fic I've ever had beta'd. Just thought I would throw that out there. I'm moving up in the fic world! =D)
"I really hate this Christmas special, give me the remote" Cook said, eying the television and groping for the remote in David's lap.
"What? Why?!" David asked, holding the remote out of Cook's reach.
"Because it's so over played!" He exclaimed, shifting his weight on the couch to lean across David's lap.
"Oh and The Grinch isn't? You've watched that at least twice already - Hey, stop!" David stretched his arm further away and tipped over on his side, giggling as Cook continued his pursuit and crawled over top of him.
"The Grinch-" Cook began, grabbing the squirming, giggling boy's extended arm by the elbow and pulling it towards him. " - is a classic. And more interesting than a bunch of kids with a shitty Christmas tree."
"Oh whatever!" David said, clinging to the remote for dear life. Just as Cook was sure to wrestle it from his grasp, David reached up and and under Cook's t-shirt with his free hand, wiggling his fingers over Cook's stomach. The older man shrieked and dropped on top of David laughing.
"You little shit! No tickling!" he gasped as David giggled and shifted under his weight until Cook was between his thighs. Cook smiled wickedly. "You're gonna get it now."
David squeaked and tried to wriggle away, but it was too late. Cook already had both hands on his sides, ruthlessly tickling him until he couldn't breathe. Cook laughed manically as he continued his torture.
"Stop, oh gosh, please! Please stop!" he pleaded through gasps and peals of laughter. Cook finally took mercy and stopped, leaning over him with his hands on either side of David's body. He stared down as David heaved and tried to catch his breath, eyes sparking and still grinning stupidly from the tickle torture. David's breath started to even out and he stared back up, unable to stifle his smile. Cook leaned down and placed a quick kiss on David's nose, which caused another giggle, and then he kissed his lips. Slow and sweet, their lazy kiss lingered, until David pulled back.
"You took another candy cane off the tree, didn't you?" he said, tasting the peppermint on his lips.
"No, not I," Cook said behind a grin. David swatted his arm playfully.
"I told you to stop that! It's going to be bare by Christmas if you keep mmph-" Cook cut him off with a kiss. David giggled in spite of himself, and returned the kiss, raising his arms to rest around Cook's neck.
It didn't take long for things to heat up, and just as Cook was reaching in David's boxers, David's hand stopped him.
"Mm, stop, oh my gosh," he said. Cook groaned.
"Why?" David had the audacity to laugh.
"I just..." he started. "I just can't do this with kids singing about baby Jesus in the background." Cook let out something between a laugh and a sob, dropping his head on David's shoulder as 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing' played from the television, his mojo completely shot now. David laughed again. "I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as I am," Cook mumbled against his neck. David chuckled and pet his hair. "I told you I hated that Christmas special."