Ficcage part the second!
Annd here is part 2! Enjoy!
Title: Cautionary Tale 2/4
Author: Jaelyn
Pairing: Cook/Castro
Rating: PG-14
Warning: Nothing too bad. A little suggestive lanquage.
Disclaimer: this is strictly fiction. 'nuff said!
“Alright, David.” The producer’s voice echoed a bit through his headset. David glanced at the man from the sound booth. He saw the thumbs up and grinned. “We got it. That was great. How about we take 15?”
Glancing down at his watch, David doffed his head gear and grabbed a bottled water off a passing intern. “Make it 30. I have a call to make.”
******************
Jason played goalie and Michael Johns, deftly maneuvering the ball passed Chikezie, almost scored on him. A dive and eating some dirt preserved their lead. Chikezie whooped. Carly and Michael pouted, wiping the sweat from their brows. Jason laughed, high-fiving his teammate.
“Castro and Eze for the win! Yeah!”
“You boys got lucky.” Carly laughed.
Chikezie shook his head. “Soccer’s is in our blood! What do you think Columbians and Nigerians do for fun?”
Johns snorted. “The Irish and Aussies play soccer too, y’know.”
Jason’s watch beeped, interrupting the conversation. He glanced down at the time.
“Oops! Gotta go!” He tossed the soccer ball to Carly. “I’m expectin’ a call.”
Carly flashed him a knowing grin. Michael Johns shook his head, lips quirked in a half smile.
“Tell ‘im hi from us.”
Chikezie looked mildly confused. Jason gave them his best smile. “I’ll do that.”
*****************
David could not believe he sat here, counting rings. Jason picked up on the fourth.
“Heellloooo.”
David rolled his eyes, but his heart sort of flip-flopped when he heard the familiar, drawling baritone on the other end.
“Hello my ass! What took you so long?”
Jason’s soft, easy laughter twisted his insides. “Sorry. I was playing a little soccer with Eze, Johns and Carly. They said “hi” by the way. Oh! And we won! Chikezie and I, I mean.”
David chuckled, dropping into a leather chair, crossing his legs on the ottoman. “That’s my man. I didn’t think that soccer ball would stay in storage long.”
“Nope. How’s LA?”
“Recording is going well, LA is LA. I’m lonely.”
“I miss you, too.”
David took a sip of his water, his voice softening slightly. “Really? Michael and Chikezie aren’t keeping you warm at night?”
“What?” Jason’s startled laughter rang through the phone. David smiled. “No! Well, Johns teases, you know, but…”
“Yeah, I know. That perv.” David replied. He sighed, sinking a bit deeper into the chair. “I wish you were here. Or I there. I really need to kiss you right now.”
“Ohh really...” David could hear his amusement.
“Really. On that spot, below you ear…” He dropped his voice to a breathy whisper. “Use a little teethe, leave my mark.”
Silence on the other end. David could so imagine the expression on that beautiful face: the pupils of his incredible eyes
dilating, the generous lips slightly parted.
“Yeah?” Jason finally answered. “What else do you want to do?”
David purred, making himself more comfortable. “Get you naked.”
*****************
Jason collapsed onto the bed, scooting backwards until he was bolstered by the big decorative pillows that always ended up on the floor anyway.
“Mmmm. Naked, huh?” He grinned, toying with the bead and ring on one of his dreads. “I’m half way there. Ditched my shirt as soon as I got in. All hot and sweaty, you know.”
“That’s goood. Less work for me.” David said in his ear, his voice causing a tightening in Jason’s gut that went straight to his groin. “I like you hot. And sweaty.”
“Is that right? And you call Johns a perv.” He patted his hair, grinning.
“Oh I admit it. You make me imagine ALL KINDS of indecencies.”
“Like?”
“Oh…like covering you in warm…sweet…” He paused. Jason found himself holding his breath, growing hard. “Chocolate.”
“Ch…chocolate?”
“Yeah. That’s my favorite. Jason Castro with chocolate on top.”
That surprised him into laughter. David echoed him on the other end.
“I’ll remember that.” Jason finally managed to say, his hand moving in circles over his flat belly, a finger tracing the waist of his jeans absently. “I wonder if David Cook goes well with chocolate. Maybe a little caramel. Dulce De Leche Cook.”
“Yeah? Dulce de Leche?”
“Yep. Chocolate and caramel, on your cute, smooshy tummy…I want to pour it on in swirls…and lick it off!”
David sputtered in his ear. “Smooshy tummy?”
Jason giggled. “Yeah! I love that tummy! It cute …sexy; feels good against my skin…Makes me want to poke it.”
*************************
David couldn’t help it. That cracked him up. “Castro! Man! You know how to ruin the mood!”
“I did?” Jason’s voice on the other end was innocent and a little regretful. “I’m not too good at this, I guess.”
“Your own fault.” David huffed, mock offended, “Calling my belly ‘smooshy’. That ain't even a word!”
Soft laughter. “Awww. Poor baby.”
“Boy you just wait until I get back there. Your fine little ass is mine.”
More laughter. “Bring it, baby. I’ll take you on aaaanytime.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” David leaned forward, imagining his arms tight about his lover. “Hey. I gotta get back to the studio. Call you tomorrow?”
A pause. David could hear Jason’s soft breathing in his ear. His groin stirred again. “Ok. Tomorrow. Same time?”
“Yeah. Same time. Love you.”
“I love you, too, David.”
David sat back,staring at the phone. Just 24 more hours and he would be back "home".
TBC
Title: Cautionary Tale 2/4
Author: Jaelyn
Pairing: Cook/Castro
Rating: PG-14
Warning: Nothing too bad. A little suggestive lanquage.
Disclaimer: this is strictly fiction. 'nuff said!
“Alright, David.” The producer’s voice echoed a bit through his headset. David glanced at the man from the sound booth. He saw the thumbs up and grinned. “We got it. That was great. How about we take 15?”
Glancing down at his watch, David doffed his head gear and grabbed a bottled water off a passing intern. “Make it 30. I have a call to make.”
******************
Jason played goalie and Michael Johns, deftly maneuvering the ball passed Chikezie, almost scored on him. A dive and eating some dirt preserved their lead. Chikezie whooped. Carly and Michael pouted, wiping the sweat from their brows. Jason laughed, high-fiving his teammate.
“Castro and Eze for the win! Yeah!”
“You boys got lucky.” Carly laughed.
Chikezie shook his head. “Soccer’s is in our blood! What do you think Columbians and Nigerians do for fun?”
Johns snorted. “The Irish and Aussies play soccer too, y’know.”
Jason’s watch beeped, interrupting the conversation. He glanced down at the time.
“Oops! Gotta go!” He tossed the soccer ball to Carly. “I’m expectin’ a call.”
Carly flashed him a knowing grin. Michael Johns shook his head, lips quirked in a half smile.
“Tell ‘im hi from us.”
Chikezie looked mildly confused. Jason gave them his best smile. “I’ll do that.”
*****************
David could not believe he sat here, counting rings. Jason picked up on the fourth.
“Heellloooo.”
David rolled his eyes, but his heart sort of flip-flopped when he heard the familiar, drawling baritone on the other end.
“Hello my ass! What took you so long?”
Jason’s soft, easy laughter twisted his insides. “Sorry. I was playing a little soccer with Eze, Johns and Carly. They said “hi” by the way. Oh! And we won! Chikezie and I, I mean.”
David chuckled, dropping into a leather chair, crossing his legs on the ottoman. “That’s my man. I didn’t think that soccer ball would stay in storage long.”
“Nope. How’s LA?”
“Recording is going well, LA is LA. I’m lonely.”
“I miss you, too.”
David took a sip of his water, his voice softening slightly. “Really? Michael and Chikezie aren’t keeping you warm at night?”
“What?” Jason’s startled laughter rang through the phone. David smiled. “No! Well, Johns teases, you know, but…”
“Yeah, I know. That perv.” David replied. He sighed, sinking a bit deeper into the chair. “I wish you were here. Or I there. I really need to kiss you right now.”
“Ohh really...” David could hear his amusement.
“Really. On that spot, below you ear…” He dropped his voice to a breathy whisper. “Use a little teethe, leave my mark.”
Silence on the other end. David could so imagine the expression on that beautiful face: the pupils of his incredible eyes
dilating, the generous lips slightly parted.
“Yeah?” Jason finally answered. “What else do you want to do?”
David purred, making himself more comfortable. “Get you naked.”
*****************
Jason collapsed onto the bed, scooting backwards until he was bolstered by the big decorative pillows that always ended up on the floor anyway.
“Mmmm. Naked, huh?” He grinned, toying with the bead and ring on one of his dreads. “I’m half way there. Ditched my shirt as soon as I got in. All hot and sweaty, you know.”
“That’s goood. Less work for me.” David said in his ear, his voice causing a tightening in Jason’s gut that went straight to his groin. “I like you hot. And sweaty.”
“Is that right? And you call Johns a perv.” He patted his hair, grinning.
“Oh I admit it. You make me imagine ALL KINDS of indecencies.”
“Like?”
“Oh…like covering you in warm…sweet…” He paused. Jason found himself holding his breath, growing hard. “Chocolate.”
“Ch…chocolate?”
“Yeah. That’s my favorite. Jason Castro with chocolate on top.”
That surprised him into laughter. David echoed him on the other end.
“I’ll remember that.” Jason finally managed to say, his hand moving in circles over his flat belly, a finger tracing the waist of his jeans absently. “I wonder if David Cook goes well with chocolate. Maybe a little caramel. Dulce De Leche Cook.”
“Yeah? Dulce de Leche?”
“Yep. Chocolate and caramel, on your cute, smooshy tummy…I want to pour it on in swirls…and lick it off!”
David sputtered in his ear. “Smooshy tummy?”
Jason giggled. “Yeah! I love that tummy! It cute …sexy; feels good against my skin…Makes me want to poke it.”
*************************
David couldn’t help it. That cracked him up. “Castro! Man! You know how to ruin the mood!”
“I did?” Jason’s voice on the other end was innocent and a little regretful. “I’m not too good at this, I guess.”
“Your own fault.” David huffed, mock offended, “Calling my belly ‘smooshy’. That ain't even a word!”
Soft laughter. “Awww. Poor baby.”
“Boy you just wait until I get back there. Your fine little ass is mine.”
More laughter. “Bring it, baby. I’ll take you on aaaanytime.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” David leaned forward, imagining his arms tight about his lover. “Hey. I gotta get back to the studio. Call you tomorrow?”
A pause. David could hear Jason’s soft breathing in his ear. His groin stirred again. “Ok. Tomorrow. Same time?”
“Yeah. Same time. Love you.”
“I love you, too, David.”
David sat back,staring at the phone. Just 24 more hours and he would be back "home".
TBC