Back Home, Finally [Cookleta] [PG]
[title] Back Home, Finally
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] yehwellwhatever. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/David Archuleta
[rating] PG
[word count] 408
[summary] It had been a long, hard, heart shattering trip, and Cook wanted nothing more than to lie in his boyfriend's arms and forget about the world's misery, but Archie looked so perfect that Cook didn't dare.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Schmoop.
[author's notes] Written for gracelessheart for her prompt of Cookleta + eskimo kisses over at my prompts post. Also written for ficforhope and for prompt #98 ~ writer's choice ~ eskimo kisses from my 100_prompts prompt table.
There was no light on when Cook arrived to his front yard. The whole house was dark and somber, and although he understood that at almost midnight it was a normal thing, he'd expected his boyfriend to have waited for him up.
With a sigh, he walked up to the front door and unlocked it slowly, in order not to make much noise. Not even Dublin was awake; usually the small puppy ran to him whenever he entered the house, and this time Cook was greeted by silence. However, he could see a faint blue shimmering light coming out from under the closed door that led to the living room. Frowning, he ambled to the spot and pushed the door open as silently as he could. He didn't want to startle whoever was in there - and from experience he knew it could be either Archie, or Andy, or even Andrew, and neither of them liked being awakened by a noisy interruption.
The television was muted, Cook noticed. He couldn't see anything with the couch blocking his view, but from the mop of black hair peeking out from the top of the couch he knew it was Archie sitting on it. He tiptoed his way until he was resting his elbows on the back of the couch. A soft snore greeted him; when he looked down he saw Archie sleeping peacefully with Dublin in his arms. Cook smiled.
He rounded the couch and knelt down in front of his boyfriend. Archie looked angelic, with his hair like a dark halo above his head. Cook longed to kiss him, but he didn't want to disrupt his sleep. It had been a long, hard, heart shattering trip, and Cook wanted nothing more than to lie in his boyfriend's arms and forget about the world's misery, but Archie looked so perfect that Cook didn't dare.
Instead, he leaned in and touched Archie's nose with the tip of his own, slowly and softly, the kind of eskimo kiss he used to greet Adam with when they were both way younger, just a fleeting caress that meant the world to him. Archie shifted in his sleep but didn't wake up.
Cook smiled against Archie's skin. There was enough space for both of them on the couch; he moved his boyfriend slowly as not to wake him up and settled down beside him. Placing his arms around Archie's waist, Cook let slumber claim him finally.
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] yehwellwhatever. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/David Archuleta
[rating] PG
[word count] 408
[summary] It had been a long, hard, heart shattering trip, and Cook wanted nothing more than to lie in his boyfriend's arms and forget about the world's misery, but Archie looked so perfect that Cook didn't dare.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Schmoop.
[author's notes] Written for gracelessheart for her prompt of Cookleta + eskimo kisses over at my prompts post. Also written for ficforhope and for prompt #98 ~ writer's choice ~ eskimo kisses from my 100_prompts prompt table.
There was no light on when Cook arrived to his front yard. The whole house was dark and somber, and although he understood that at almost midnight it was a normal thing, he'd expected his boyfriend to have waited for him up.
With a sigh, he walked up to the front door and unlocked it slowly, in order not to make much noise. Not even Dublin was awake; usually the small puppy ran to him whenever he entered the house, and this time Cook was greeted by silence. However, he could see a faint blue shimmering light coming out from under the closed door that led to the living room. Frowning, he ambled to the spot and pushed the door open as silently as he could. He didn't want to startle whoever was in there - and from experience he knew it could be either Archie, or Andy, or even Andrew, and neither of them liked being awakened by a noisy interruption.
The television was muted, Cook noticed. He couldn't see anything with the couch blocking his view, but from the mop of black hair peeking out from the top of the couch he knew it was Archie sitting on it. He tiptoed his way until he was resting his elbows on the back of the couch. A soft snore greeted him; when he looked down he saw Archie sleeping peacefully with Dublin in his arms. Cook smiled.
He rounded the couch and knelt down in front of his boyfriend. Archie looked angelic, with his hair like a dark halo above his head. Cook longed to kiss him, but he didn't want to disrupt his sleep. It had been a long, hard, heart shattering trip, and Cook wanted nothing more than to lie in his boyfriend's arms and forget about the world's misery, but Archie looked so perfect that Cook didn't dare.
Instead, he leaned in and touched Archie's nose with the tip of his own, slowly and softly, the kind of eskimo kiss he used to greet Adam with when they were both way younger, just a fleeting caress that meant the world to him. Archie shifted in his sleep but didn't wake up.
Cook smiled against Archie's skin. There was enough space for both of them on the couch; he moved his boyfriend slowly as not to wake him up and settled down beside him. Placing his arms around Archie's waist, Cook let slumber claim him finally.