Let's Get It On [1/1]
David Cook was confused.
Which it’s funny, because this was not an everyday occurrence. Usually Cook was more on top of things than his boyfriend, David Archuleta, who was prone to spacing out mid conversation. Or even just spacing out wherever he was, in the car (only in the passenger seat), at the dinner table (only when Cook was talking about his day in one of those long drawls), in the music studio (but a good kind of spacing; getting lost in the music so much that Eman could be screaming his name through the headphones because he hadn’t hit ‘record’ yet and David wouldn’t even notice).
But now, Cook was completely lost; terribly lost in the dark. The only thing he did know was that Archie had awkwardly gone up to him when he came through door, wearing a robe and (Cook was quite confident) nothing else, and kinda stuttered out let me take you upstairs so now he was entirely not sure what was happening, but allowed himself to be led to their bed. He had disappeared into their bathroom, and Cook had heard some shuffling around and a muffled ouch, oh my heck, that hurt and thought if it was possible to be more bewildered, he would be.
The door creaked open, and there was a small click, before the opening bars of a familiar song started. Cook’s eyebrows almost shot off of his head, where did Archie find this Marvin Gaye song? and Archie then walked out of the bathroom, eyes darkened in what he thought was a seducing look, and tried to stride sexily out of the bathroom. He caught Cook’s gaze and his cheeks coloured, but he quickly regained confidence and settled in between Cook’s legs.
“This is my night. I’m in charge,” Archie murmured in his ear, and then fuck started nipping at the lobe, and Cook could feel his dick stirring in interest. Hearing Archie talk like that, all dirty and stuff was certainly a first. During their times in bed neither really uttered a word that made sense, unless it was a string of cusses from Cook’s mouth or Archie saying oh my gosh the rest was just sound. But hearing Archie say those words right to him, hot breath ghosting over him and everything, made Cook shiver with pleasure, a feeling that tingled down his spine and pooled low in his belly.
“Let’s get in on, oh baby, let’s get it on, let’s love baby,” Archie sang against the skin of his neck, kissing it in between words. He leaned back to pull Cook’s shirt over his head then traced his tongue over the bleeding heart tattoo, drawing out the lines against his chest. Cook moaned when his mouth latched his mouth onto his nipple and fuck where did he learn this? Oh wait, me, and the nub hardened under the suck of Archie’s lips. Archie worked the button on the top of Cook’s pants; the denim straining under the force of Cook’s erection, and he worked the material off of Cook’s hips, along with his underwear.
Then before Cook’s mind could process what was happening, Archie’s mouth was warm and wet around him, sucking lightly at the head of his dick. He relaxed his throat to accommodate more of Cook’s length, and hummed the song to himself, don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be, and Cook thought about that time Archie told him he had no gag reflex, and fearlessly shoved his finger in his mouth and down his throat to show him. Cook, well, he kinda threw Archie on the couch and did dirty things to him after that. Archie’s hand graced over Cook’s inner thigh, before pulling it over his dick. Cook moaned and his hips bucked forward into Archie’s mouth. Archie looked up at him, telling with him with his eyes to cut it out. Cook bit his lip and threaded his hand through Archie’s hair, pulling at the inky locks.
“Oh, fuck, Archie, please, I’m, nnngh,” Then Cook was coming down his throat and Archie swallowed every drop, milking Cook for everything he was worth. When Cook was spent, Arch released him from his mouth with a pop, and stood up.
“That was nice, but it’s my turn now,” Archie said, voice laced with lust, and dropped his robe, and damn Cook was right. Archie really was wearing nothing under his robe, and his dick was hard and flushed against his stomach.
“Tell me one thing though, Cook,” Arch said, and then was fucking stroking himself in front of Cook, and Cook knew his mouth dropped open a little, eyes glued to the motion.
“What do you want?” Archie continued, bringing himself closer and straddling Cook’s thighs, before moving his hips against Cook. His dick brushed over Cook’s and they both groaned low.
“I want…I want your body,” Cook decided while the song echoed my body wants you.
“That’s all I need,” Archie said, and pressed his lips against Cook’s, pushing him down on the bed. Cook bit at his lips, sucking on his bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Archie open his mouth and their tongues ran over each other, eliciting moans from both of their throats. Archie pulled back and situated himself between Cook’s legs, and urged him to spread them wider.
“Archie, what are you doing?” Cook asked, looking down at his boyfriend. Archie stared back, and there was that ever present blush as he stopped and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck.
“I…I want to top tonight, Cook. Just to see what it feels like,” Archie explained sheepishly, trying to look anywhere but Cook’s face. Cook’s gears turned for a second, thinking over what Archie just said.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Cook said and smiled, before reaching into their night stand drawer to pull out a condom and some lube. He gave them to Archie and he looked down at them as if they were directions in Japanese.
“Archie, come on, you can do this,” Cook encouraged, and Archie shook his head yes, before uncapping the lube and putting a generous amount over his finger tips.
“Uh, okay,” Archie started, and then pressed his finger into Cook’s hole. Cook gasped and his head went back a little, and then the contact was lost.
“Oh my gosh, did I hurt you?” Archie said, holding his finger, which tingled with the sensation of being inside Cook’s ass. It was a strange feeling; one that he’d have to get accustomed to.
“God, no, Archie, don’t stop,” Cook said, and Archie pushed his finger back into the tight space. He actually got it all the way in and Cook started rocking against it.
“Move it, Archie, or we’re getting no where,” Cook gasped, and Archie started pumping his finger in and out, added fingers when instructed to by Cook. When Cook was fully stretched, he sheathed his dick in a condom and added a generous amount of lube to himself, before lining up with Cook. He slid in, and took a second for them both to get adjusted. Archie really liked the feeling of being in control; having power over what the other person feels and how fast or slow they go.
When they Cook gave him a nod, he took a deep breath in and pulled himself out slightly, and pushed back in. Archie let out a guttural moan, and did the same action faster and eventually built up momentum. Cook met his thrusts with a quick movement of his hips, riding Archie’s dick. Archie felt his lower regions contracting and he knew what was coming soon (no pun intended) and he was pretty sure Cook breathily said something about being close too, and with one last push into Cook’s eager body he was unwinding at the seams, spilling himself into his condom. Cook groaned while Archie pulsed inside of him, and then he was coming between their bodies.
Archie lay on Cook’s chest, still inside of him, playing lazily with Cook’s star and handcuff necklace. Cook ran his hand through Archie’s hair, buzzed from his pleasant high.
“That was awesome…but unexpected. Why did you do that?” Also, Cook never questioned sex, he just fucking enjoyed it, but this was a rare occasion when he asked questions. Today just didn’t make sense to him.
“I, uh, I wanted to surprise you,” Archie stuttered, and Cook raised an eyebrow, knowing there was more to the story.
“Really now?”
“I…okay, I wantedtoknowwhatitwouldbelikeinsideyou,” Archie mumbled out, all of his words running together.
“Care to repeat that?”
“I…wanted to know what it would be like inside you,” Archie said, face colouring again, and this may have been one thing that his dreamlike state got right: Archie’s tendency to easily be embarrassed.
“You could have just asked, you know,” Cook said, and Archie looked up at his face, scandalized.
“Oh my gosh, Cook, I couldn’t have just asked you! That would have been weird. I couldn’t have been like ‘Cook, I wanna be inside of you’ and you couldn’t be like ‘Oh sure, let’s arrange that’ or something, that would have been awkward!” And yes, Cook started laughing uncontrollably.
“What? Cook, stop laughing at me!”
“I just fucking love you, okay, and I never thought I’d say this, but please get out of me before I want to go back for round two which I’m entirely too tired for,” Cook said, and Archie complied with his request, sliding out of Cook’s body. They settled into the sheets, blankets cool against their warm, exhausted bodies, and they fell asleep, Archie’s head nestled on Cook’s chest, breathing softly together.
Which it’s funny, because this was not an everyday occurrence. Usually Cook was more on top of things than his boyfriend, David Archuleta, who was prone to spacing out mid conversation. Or even just spacing out wherever he was, in the car (only in the passenger seat), at the dinner table (only when Cook was talking about his day in one of those long drawls), in the music studio (but a good kind of spacing; getting lost in the music so much that Eman could be screaming his name through the headphones because he hadn’t hit ‘record’ yet and David wouldn’t even notice).
But now, Cook was completely lost; terribly lost in the dark. The only thing he did know was that Archie had awkwardly gone up to him when he came through door, wearing a robe and (Cook was quite confident) nothing else, and kinda stuttered out let me take you upstairs so now he was entirely not sure what was happening, but allowed himself to be led to their bed. He had disappeared into their bathroom, and Cook had heard some shuffling around and a muffled ouch, oh my heck, that hurt and thought if it was possible to be more bewildered, he would be.
The door creaked open, and there was a small click, before the opening bars of a familiar song started. Cook’s eyebrows almost shot off of his head, where did Archie find this Marvin Gaye song? and Archie then walked out of the bathroom, eyes darkened in what he thought was a seducing look, and tried to stride sexily out of the bathroom. He caught Cook’s gaze and his cheeks coloured, but he quickly regained confidence and settled in between Cook’s legs.
“This is my night. I’m in charge,” Archie murmured in his ear, and then fuck started nipping at the lobe, and Cook could feel his dick stirring in interest. Hearing Archie talk like that, all dirty and stuff was certainly a first. During their times in bed neither really uttered a word that made sense, unless it was a string of cusses from Cook’s mouth or Archie saying oh my gosh the rest was just sound. But hearing Archie say those words right to him, hot breath ghosting over him and everything, made Cook shiver with pleasure, a feeling that tingled down his spine and pooled low in his belly.
“Let’s get in on, oh baby, let’s get it on, let’s love baby,” Archie sang against the skin of his neck, kissing it in between words. He leaned back to pull Cook’s shirt over his head then traced his tongue over the bleeding heart tattoo, drawing out the lines against his chest. Cook moaned when his mouth latched his mouth onto his nipple and fuck where did he learn this? Oh wait, me, and the nub hardened under the suck of Archie’s lips. Archie worked the button on the top of Cook’s pants; the denim straining under the force of Cook’s erection, and he worked the material off of Cook’s hips, along with his underwear.
Then before Cook’s mind could process what was happening, Archie’s mouth was warm and wet around him, sucking lightly at the head of his dick. He relaxed his throat to accommodate more of Cook’s length, and hummed the song to himself, don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be, and Cook thought about that time Archie told him he had no gag reflex, and fearlessly shoved his finger in his mouth and down his throat to show him. Cook, well, he kinda threw Archie on the couch and did dirty things to him after that. Archie’s hand graced over Cook’s inner thigh, before pulling it over his dick. Cook moaned and his hips bucked forward into Archie’s mouth. Archie looked up at him, telling with him with his eyes to cut it out. Cook bit his lip and threaded his hand through Archie’s hair, pulling at the inky locks.
“Oh, fuck, Archie, please, I’m, nnngh,” Then Cook was coming down his throat and Archie swallowed every drop, milking Cook for everything he was worth. When Cook was spent, Arch released him from his mouth with a pop, and stood up.
“That was nice, but it’s my turn now,” Archie said, voice laced with lust, and dropped his robe, and damn Cook was right. Archie really was wearing nothing under his robe, and his dick was hard and flushed against his stomach.
“Tell me one thing though, Cook,” Arch said, and then was fucking stroking himself in front of Cook, and Cook knew his mouth dropped open a little, eyes glued to the motion.
“What do you want?” Archie continued, bringing himself closer and straddling Cook’s thighs, before moving his hips against Cook. His dick brushed over Cook’s and they both groaned low.
“I want…I want your body,” Cook decided while the song echoed my body wants you.
“That’s all I need,” Archie said, and pressed his lips against Cook’s, pushing him down on the bed. Cook bit at his lips, sucking on his bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Archie open his mouth and their tongues ran over each other, eliciting moans from both of their throats. Archie pulled back and situated himself between Cook’s legs, and urged him to spread them wider.
“Archie, what are you doing?” Cook asked, looking down at his boyfriend. Archie stared back, and there was that ever present blush as he stopped and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck.
“I…I want to top tonight, Cook. Just to see what it feels like,” Archie explained sheepishly, trying to look anywhere but Cook’s face. Cook’s gears turned for a second, thinking over what Archie just said.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Cook said and smiled, before reaching into their night stand drawer to pull out a condom and some lube. He gave them to Archie and he looked down at them as if they were directions in Japanese.
“Archie, come on, you can do this,” Cook encouraged, and Archie shook his head yes, before uncapping the lube and putting a generous amount over his finger tips.
“Uh, okay,” Archie started, and then pressed his finger into Cook’s hole. Cook gasped and his head went back a little, and then the contact was lost.
“Oh my gosh, did I hurt you?” Archie said, holding his finger, which tingled with the sensation of being inside Cook’s ass. It was a strange feeling; one that he’d have to get accustomed to.
“God, no, Archie, don’t stop,” Cook said, and Archie pushed his finger back into the tight space. He actually got it all the way in and Cook started rocking against it.
“Move it, Archie, or we’re getting no where,” Cook gasped, and Archie started pumping his finger in and out, added fingers when instructed to by Cook. When Cook was fully stretched, he sheathed his dick in a condom and added a generous amount of lube to himself, before lining up with Cook. He slid in, and took a second for them both to get adjusted. Archie really liked the feeling of being in control; having power over what the other person feels and how fast or slow they go.
When they Cook gave him a nod, he took a deep breath in and pulled himself out slightly, and pushed back in. Archie let out a guttural moan, and did the same action faster and eventually built up momentum. Cook met his thrusts with a quick movement of his hips, riding Archie’s dick. Archie felt his lower regions contracting and he knew what was coming soon (no pun intended) and he was pretty sure Cook breathily said something about being close too, and with one last push into Cook’s eager body he was unwinding at the seams, spilling himself into his condom. Cook groaned while Archie pulsed inside of him, and then he was coming between their bodies.
Archie lay on Cook’s chest, still inside of him, playing lazily with Cook’s star and handcuff necklace. Cook ran his hand through Archie’s hair, buzzed from his pleasant high.
“That was awesome…but unexpected. Why did you do that?” Also, Cook never questioned sex, he just fucking enjoyed it, but this was a rare occasion when he asked questions. Today just didn’t make sense to him.
“I, uh, I wanted to surprise you,” Archie stuttered, and Cook raised an eyebrow, knowing there was more to the story.
“Really now?”
“I…okay, I wantedtoknowwhatitwouldbelikeinsideyou,” Archie mumbled out, all of his words running together.
“Care to repeat that?”
“I…wanted to know what it would be like inside you,” Archie said, face colouring again, and this may have been one thing that his dreamlike state got right: Archie’s tendency to easily be embarrassed.
“You could have just asked, you know,” Cook said, and Archie looked up at his face, scandalized.
“Oh my gosh, Cook, I couldn’t have just asked you! That would have been weird. I couldn’t have been like ‘Cook, I wanna be inside of you’ and you couldn’t be like ‘Oh sure, let’s arrange that’ or something, that would have been awkward!” And yes, Cook started laughing uncontrollably.
“What? Cook, stop laughing at me!”
“I just fucking love you, okay, and I never thought I’d say this, but please get out of me before I want to go back for round two which I’m entirely too tired for,” Cook said, and Archie complied with his request, sliding out of Cook’s body. They settled into the sheets, blankets cool against their warm, exhausted bodies, and they fell asleep, Archie’s head nestled on Cook’s chest, breathing softly together.