COOKLETA AP COMMENT FIC
I was up into the wee hours of the night writing comment fic for the Cookleta appreciation post over on cookleta_etc, so I figured I'd post them all here too. Enjoy!
Summary: Inspired by this gif and koishii_hime. Cook likes the way Archie moves.
Word Count: 468
Rating: R? NC-17? There's a blowjob and the word "fuck". IDK.
"Oh my gosh," Archie managed to choke out, "you want me to w-what?" The doorframe that Cook had him pressed up against was unbearably cold, but Cook was hot and wet against his length as he took Archie deeper into his mouth. Between the contrasting sensations, his brain felt fuzzy and Archie was sure he must have heard wrong.
Cook pulled off with an obscene pop that made Archie blush right down to his toes. "I said... I want you to fuck my mouth." He looked up at Archie with a lusty grin as he start trailing open-mouthed kisses along his stomach, down to his hip bone and the crease of his thigh.
"Coooook," he whimpered, desperate for Cook's mouth again, "I - I don't think I can. What if I hurt you?"
Cook smiled gently at him, palming Archie with one hand and grabbing his hand with the other to tangle it in his hair. "You can. I've seen the way you move on stage. You have no idea how incredibly sexy it is." He blew a cool breath of air over Archie's still wet cock before moving to take it all the way back into his mouth.
Archie shivered, both hands now gripping tightly in his hair. He hesitated at first, but Cook's tongue was moving in ways that just made his brain shut off completely, and before he knew it he was thrusting himself over and over into Cook's mouth. Cook moaned long and deep, tightening his fingers on Archie's hips and sucking him deeper into his throat. Between the sensations and how much Cook was clearly enjoying this, it was just too much, and Archie managed one last thrust before releasing deep in Cook's throat.
Archie slumped against the door, scrabbling for the handle just to hold himself up as he came down from his orgasm. Cook stood up and licked his lips, pulling Archie's pants up and tucking him gently back in. He wrapped his arm around the now boneless man and placed a quick kiss to his mouth. "Told you it was sexy," he smirked, "now come on, we're going to be late for dinner."
Archie groaned. He'd totally forgotten that they'd been heading towards the door for an actual reason. "Do we have to go?" he whined, putting on his best pout.
"Do you want to tell my mom we can't make it to dinner because you just got a mind-blowing blowjob and suddenly don't feel like it?" Cook replied, raising an amused eyebrow.
Archie blushed furiously, stammering, "Um, no! I mean... yeah, we should, uh, go." Cook opened the door, reaching out for him, and as they walked to the car hand in hand, Archie prayed that he could play off his reddened cheeks as being from the cold outside.
Summary: Cookleta dancing for gracelessheart
Word Count: 231
Rating: PG
“Oh gosh, this stinks,” Archie stated, fumbling through the dark kitchen towards the patio door where Cook was now standing. They had been in the middle of their weekly “date night”, and were just getting ready to watch Shrek 2 when the power went out.
“Nah, it’s not so bad,” Cook replied, pulling Archie against his side and pointing at the sky. “It’s a beautiful night out. You can actually see the stars for once.”
Archie looked up and saw that Cook was right. He’d never seen a night so clear in LA. The stars were out in their multitudes, bright and tinged by the deep blue sky surrounding them. “Dancing where the stars go blue,” Archie sang softly.
Cook chuckled, bringing the smaller man in front of him and moving Archie’s hands to rest on his shoulders. Cook placed his own hands on Archie’s hips and began to sway back and forth.
“What are you doing?” Archie questioned, wrapping his arms around Cook’s neck and resting his head against his shoulder.
“Dancing,” Cook stated quietly. Archie could hear him humming the song he had just been singing, the vibrations deep and calming in Archie’s ear. Archie closed his eyes, sighing into the dark. “Where do you go when you’re lonely? I’ll follow you, when the stars go blue,” he sang along, and okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
Summary: tankshallkill wanted Cookleta moving in together, and she got Cookleta living together instead.
Word Count: 332
Rating: PG
Archie was brushing his teeth again. Cook had actually made a point to keep a count of how many times today because he’s certain that Archie brushes his teeth more than any human being ever has. So far, he was up to four times, and it was only noon.
Cook had always known that there were things you would only learn about people after you lived with them. This is apparently one of those things. Archie brushes his teeth after eating. He brushes them before AND after going out. Hell, Cook’s pretty sure he brushes them sometimes just because he’s bored.
It’s not that Cook doesn’t value hygiene, he does. In fact, he’s grateful to have a boyfriend who always smells nice and doesn’t leave his dirty socks everywhere the way most of his old roommates had. But it’s the constant scratching of the toothbrush going back and forth over Archie’s teeth, the faucet turning on and off repeatedly, and that damned gargling afterwards that is driving Cook absolutely insane. He’s pretty sure he’s starting to hear it in his dreams.
He decides enough is enough, and stands to walk towards the bathroom, intent on making it known just how much he hates these sounds. He busts through the doorway and opens his mouth to speak, only to snap it shut again. Archie’s looking up at him, eyes bright and affectionate, with a big grin on his face. (And Cook has to admit, his teeth are very shiny and clean.) And to top it off, he’s got a smear of toothpaste on his cheek, which would be downright adorable if it wasn’t so ironic.
Cook grabs a tissue and wipes Archie’s cheek off before leaning down to kiss that same spot. He never does bother to tell Archie how much he hates his dental habits. Living with someone else is, after all, about compromise, and that’s something he’ll gladly do as long as it means Archie keeps looking at him that way.
Summary: I combined 2 prompts here. withoutmywingsx wanted Cook surprising Archie after being gone on tour forever and missimae2u wanted a Valentine's Day surprise. This is both of these.
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG
Archie stepped through the front door, dropping his keys on the side table and pulling his coat off. He was exhausted from another long day of recording and all he really wanted was a hot cup of tea and a warm bath. He knew he was working himself a little too hard lately, but he needed the distraction. Cook was on the last leg of his tour and it had been months since they’d been able to even see each other over more than a webcam. Archie was mostly okay being here alone, but their apartment was starting to feel a little too big without Cook, so he took on extra hours in the studio to avoid coming home.
He’d stayed especially late today in hopes that it would help him forget that it was Valentine’s Day. He’d told Cook already that it really wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t, except that it was their first Valentine’s Day since they’d started living together, which did make it kind of a big deal. But he definitely wasn’t going to tell Cook that and make him feel bad, so he promised him instead he’d text him when he was leaving the studio so Cook could call him when he was free.
He was halfway to the kitchen, debating on jasmine versus chamomile in his head, before he noticed that there was a soft light coming from it. He shook his head, trying to remember if he had left a light on for any reason, but decided it must have been an accident instead. He walked through the doorframe, expecting to see the light over the stove on, but his jaw dropped when he was greeted with something entirely different.
The table was covered in candles, rose petals, and what looked like containers of Thai take-out, and Cook was sitting in the chair next to it all. He stood up and opened his arms, and Archie flat out ran towards him, wrapping his arms around Cook’s waist and burying his face against his chest. He inhaled deeply, glad to be surrounded by Cook’s scent again, and mumbled, “How’d you get here?”
“On a plane Arch,” Cook deadpanned, giving Archie a warm squeeze.
Archie hit him lightly on the shoulder and rolled his eyes. “I know that, but… I mean, what are you doing here? Not that um, I’m not glad, but I thought you had a show?”
“The venue flooded. A pipe broke or something, so we had to cancel it,” Cook said with a shrug, sitting down and pulling Archie on top of his lap.
Archie rested his head on Cook’s shoulder and placed a small kiss against the side of his neck. “You should have told me, I would have left the studio earlier.”
“I only got here a little while ago,” Cook replied, running his fingers through Archie’s hair, “and I wanted to surprise you anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day babe.”
Archie lifted his head, smiling up at his boyfriend, and was greeted by a kiss that was slow and sweet and easily made up for the past five months away from each other. Archie was definitely right - turns out today was a big deal.
Summary: Cookleta airport pickup with bonus!paps (sort of) for acma18
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG
Cook walked anxiously down the corridor towards the escalator. He’d been in New York for the past week for a writing session, and it had gone well - really well in fact. But it had also been a week away from Archie, which had made every day seem a lot longer than they actually were.
As he climbed on the escalator and began his descent, he scanned the crowd for the man he’d been missing so much. He found him over by baggage, shifting from foot to foot and looking down at the ground. Cook felt even more anxious suddenly, concerned by the look on Archie’s face.
Cook made it to the bottom and walked in the direction of his boyfriend. He was a few feet away when Archie finally looked up, a half smile spreading on his face when he saw Cook. His eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, and Cook asked, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Oh gosh, of course I am!” he replied quickly. “It’s just, there were so many paparazzi outside, and they were so rude! I kept saying excuse me, but they wouldn’t let me through, and um, well these got kind of ruined.” Archie bit his lip and pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. They were obviously a little worse for wear. Stems were bent in some places and petals missing in others, but Cook had to laugh, because that was what Archie was so upset about?
He took the crumpled flowers from Archie’s hand and enveloped him in his arms. He placed a kiss to the edge of his ear and whispered, “They’re perfect. Now how about we go battle the paps again and head home?”
“Now that sounds perfect,” Archie replied, and they left the airport, arms around each other and smiles on their faces. Even the paparazzi couldn’t ruin this.
Summary: Massage fic of the PG kind for gracelessheart
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG
“Oh gosh that’s cold!” Archie yelped as Cook dripped some massage oil on his back.
Cook began to rub it in, hands gliding smoothly over Archie’s slick skin. “Just give me a second to warm it up.” Cook moved his hands all over his back, settling in the lower region and applying firm pressure with his thumbs. Archie began squirming helplessly and Cook stopped, saying, “This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax.”
“It, it just tickles,” Archie whined, “Maybe just - not so hard, okay?”
“Fine, but breathe alright?” Cook chuckled, easing up the pressure and starting the massage again. He kneaded Archie’s muscles gently, beginning at the base of his spine and moving up slowly. He felt Archie relaxing under his hands as he sank deeper into the bed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek and small sighs escaping his mouth. By the time Cook was massaging the last knot out of Archie’s shoulders, his breath was coming slow and even and Cook could tell he was seconds away from sleep. His lips were parted and his mouth slack, and Cook leaned down to kiss them before crawling in beside him and whispering “Goodnight Arch.”
Archie rolled towards Cook, mumbling a sleepy, “G’night,” as he curled against the warm figure and drifted off into what was certain to be a peaceful sleep.
Summary: Inspired by this gif and koishii_hime. Cook likes the way Archie moves.
Word Count: 468
Rating: R? NC-17? There's a blowjob and the word "fuck". IDK.
"Oh my gosh," Archie managed to choke out, "you want me to w-what?" The doorframe that Cook had him pressed up against was unbearably cold, but Cook was hot and wet against his length as he took Archie deeper into his mouth. Between the contrasting sensations, his brain felt fuzzy and Archie was sure he must have heard wrong.
Cook pulled off with an obscene pop that made Archie blush right down to his toes. "I said... I want you to fuck my mouth." He looked up at Archie with a lusty grin as he start trailing open-mouthed kisses along his stomach, down to his hip bone and the crease of his thigh.
"Coooook," he whimpered, desperate for Cook's mouth again, "I - I don't think I can. What if I hurt you?"
Cook smiled gently at him, palming Archie with one hand and grabbing his hand with the other to tangle it in his hair. "You can. I've seen the way you move on stage. You have no idea how incredibly sexy it is." He blew a cool breath of air over Archie's still wet cock before moving to take it all the way back into his mouth.
Archie shivered, both hands now gripping tightly in his hair. He hesitated at first, but Cook's tongue was moving in ways that just made his brain shut off completely, and before he knew it he was thrusting himself over and over into Cook's mouth. Cook moaned long and deep, tightening his fingers on Archie's hips and sucking him deeper into his throat. Between the sensations and how much Cook was clearly enjoying this, it was just too much, and Archie managed one last thrust before releasing deep in Cook's throat.
Archie slumped against the door, scrabbling for the handle just to hold himself up as he came down from his orgasm. Cook stood up and licked his lips, pulling Archie's pants up and tucking him gently back in. He wrapped his arm around the now boneless man and placed a quick kiss to his mouth. "Told you it was sexy," he smirked, "now come on, we're going to be late for dinner."
Archie groaned. He'd totally forgotten that they'd been heading towards the door for an actual reason. "Do we have to go?" he whined, putting on his best pout.
"Do you want to tell my mom we can't make it to dinner because you just got a mind-blowing blowjob and suddenly don't feel like it?" Cook replied, raising an amused eyebrow.
Archie blushed furiously, stammering, "Um, no! I mean... yeah, we should, uh, go." Cook opened the door, reaching out for him, and as they walked to the car hand in hand, Archie prayed that he could play off his reddened cheeks as being from the cold outside.
Summary: Cookleta dancing for gracelessheart
Word Count: 231
Rating: PG
“Oh gosh, this stinks,” Archie stated, fumbling through the dark kitchen towards the patio door where Cook was now standing. They had been in the middle of their weekly “date night”, and were just getting ready to watch Shrek 2 when the power went out.
“Nah, it’s not so bad,” Cook replied, pulling Archie against his side and pointing at the sky. “It’s a beautiful night out. You can actually see the stars for once.”
Archie looked up and saw that Cook was right. He’d never seen a night so clear in LA. The stars were out in their multitudes, bright and tinged by the deep blue sky surrounding them. “Dancing where the stars go blue,” Archie sang softly.
Cook chuckled, bringing the smaller man in front of him and moving Archie’s hands to rest on his shoulders. Cook placed his own hands on Archie’s hips and began to sway back and forth.
“What are you doing?” Archie questioned, wrapping his arms around Cook’s neck and resting his head against his shoulder.
“Dancing,” Cook stated quietly. Archie could hear him humming the song he had just been singing, the vibrations deep and calming in Archie’s ear. Archie closed his eyes, sighing into the dark. “Where do you go when you’re lonely? I’ll follow you, when the stars go blue,” he sang along, and okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
Summary: tankshallkill wanted Cookleta moving in together, and she got Cookleta living together instead.
Word Count: 332
Rating: PG
Archie was brushing his teeth again. Cook had actually made a point to keep a count of how many times today because he’s certain that Archie brushes his teeth more than any human being ever has. So far, he was up to four times, and it was only noon.
Cook had always known that there were things you would only learn about people after you lived with them. This is apparently one of those things. Archie brushes his teeth after eating. He brushes them before AND after going out. Hell, Cook’s pretty sure he brushes them sometimes just because he’s bored.
It’s not that Cook doesn’t value hygiene, he does. In fact, he’s grateful to have a boyfriend who always smells nice and doesn’t leave his dirty socks everywhere the way most of his old roommates had. But it’s the constant scratching of the toothbrush going back and forth over Archie’s teeth, the faucet turning on and off repeatedly, and that damned gargling afterwards that is driving Cook absolutely insane. He’s pretty sure he’s starting to hear it in his dreams.
He decides enough is enough, and stands to walk towards the bathroom, intent on making it known just how much he hates these sounds. He busts through the doorway and opens his mouth to speak, only to snap it shut again. Archie’s looking up at him, eyes bright and affectionate, with a big grin on his face. (And Cook has to admit, his teeth are very shiny and clean.) And to top it off, he’s got a smear of toothpaste on his cheek, which would be downright adorable if it wasn’t so ironic.
Cook grabs a tissue and wipes Archie’s cheek off before leaning down to kiss that same spot. He never does bother to tell Archie how much he hates his dental habits. Living with someone else is, after all, about compromise, and that’s something he’ll gladly do as long as it means Archie keeps looking at him that way.
Summary: I combined 2 prompts here. withoutmywingsx wanted Cook surprising Archie after being gone on tour forever and missimae2u wanted a Valentine's Day surprise. This is both of these.
Word Count: 535
Rating: PG
Archie stepped through the front door, dropping his keys on the side table and pulling his coat off. He was exhausted from another long day of recording and all he really wanted was a hot cup of tea and a warm bath. He knew he was working himself a little too hard lately, but he needed the distraction. Cook was on the last leg of his tour and it had been months since they’d been able to even see each other over more than a webcam. Archie was mostly okay being here alone, but their apartment was starting to feel a little too big without Cook, so he took on extra hours in the studio to avoid coming home.
He’d stayed especially late today in hopes that it would help him forget that it was Valentine’s Day. He’d told Cook already that it really wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t, except that it was their first Valentine’s Day since they’d started living together, which did make it kind of a big deal. But he definitely wasn’t going to tell Cook that and make him feel bad, so he promised him instead he’d text him when he was leaving the studio so Cook could call him when he was free.
He was halfway to the kitchen, debating on jasmine versus chamomile in his head, before he noticed that there was a soft light coming from it. He shook his head, trying to remember if he had left a light on for any reason, but decided it must have been an accident instead. He walked through the doorframe, expecting to see the light over the stove on, but his jaw dropped when he was greeted with something entirely different.
The table was covered in candles, rose petals, and what looked like containers of Thai take-out, and Cook was sitting in the chair next to it all. He stood up and opened his arms, and Archie flat out ran towards him, wrapping his arms around Cook’s waist and burying his face against his chest. He inhaled deeply, glad to be surrounded by Cook’s scent again, and mumbled, “How’d you get here?”
“On a plane Arch,” Cook deadpanned, giving Archie a warm squeeze.
Archie hit him lightly on the shoulder and rolled his eyes. “I know that, but… I mean, what are you doing here? Not that um, I’m not glad, but I thought you had a show?”
“The venue flooded. A pipe broke or something, so we had to cancel it,” Cook said with a shrug, sitting down and pulling Archie on top of his lap.
Archie rested his head on Cook’s shoulder and placed a small kiss against the side of his neck. “You should have told me, I would have left the studio earlier.”
“I only got here a little while ago,” Cook replied, running his fingers through Archie’s hair, “and I wanted to surprise you anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day babe.”
Archie lifted his head, smiling up at his boyfriend, and was greeted by a kiss that was slow and sweet and easily made up for the past five months away from each other. Archie was definitely right - turns out today was a big deal.
Summary: Cookleta airport pickup with bonus!paps (sort of) for acma18
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG
Cook walked anxiously down the corridor towards the escalator. He’d been in New York for the past week for a writing session, and it had gone well - really well in fact. But it had also been a week away from Archie, which had made every day seem a lot longer than they actually were.
As he climbed on the escalator and began his descent, he scanned the crowd for the man he’d been missing so much. He found him over by baggage, shifting from foot to foot and looking down at the ground. Cook felt even more anxious suddenly, concerned by the look on Archie’s face.
Cook made it to the bottom and walked in the direction of his boyfriend. He was a few feet away when Archie finally looked up, a half smile spreading on his face when he saw Cook. His eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, and Cook asked, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Oh gosh, of course I am!” he replied quickly. “It’s just, there were so many paparazzi outside, and they were so rude! I kept saying excuse me, but they wouldn’t let me through, and um, well these got kind of ruined.” Archie bit his lip and pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. They were obviously a little worse for wear. Stems were bent in some places and petals missing in others, but Cook had to laugh, because that was what Archie was so upset about?
He took the crumpled flowers from Archie’s hand and enveloped him in his arms. He placed a kiss to the edge of his ear and whispered, “They’re perfect. Now how about we go battle the paps again and head home?”
“Now that sounds perfect,” Archie replied, and they left the airport, arms around each other and smiles on their faces. Even the paparazzi couldn’t ruin this.
Summary: Massage fic of the PG kind for gracelessheart
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG
“Oh gosh that’s cold!” Archie yelped as Cook dripped some massage oil on his back.
Cook began to rub it in, hands gliding smoothly over Archie’s slick skin. “Just give me a second to warm it up.” Cook moved his hands all over his back, settling in the lower region and applying firm pressure with his thumbs. Archie began squirming helplessly and Cook stopped, saying, “This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax.”
“It, it just tickles,” Archie whined, “Maybe just - not so hard, okay?”
“Fine, but breathe alright?” Cook chuckled, easing up the pressure and starting the massage again. He kneaded Archie’s muscles gently, beginning at the base of his spine and moving up slowly. He felt Archie relaxing under his hands as he sank deeper into the bed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek and small sighs escaping his mouth. By the time Cook was massaging the last knot out of Archie’s shoulders, his breath was coming slow and even and Cook could tell he was seconds away from sleep. His lips were parted and his mouth slack, and Cook leaned down to kiss them before crawling in beside him and whispering “Goodnight Arch.”
Archie rolled towards Cook, mumbling a sleepy, “G’night,” as he curled against the warm figure and drifted off into what was certain to be a peaceful sleep.