new fic!
Title: Uncovered
Author: nikki11394
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "People tend to dress based on their mood and mood changes. I don't want that. I want to take pictures of their real selves. In that case, clothes are too much of a distraction. The only way to reveal, to uncover, their true forms and feelings is to be naked." (pssh! it's PG-13, okay?)
Disclaimer: Fiction!
Note: This came from a sudden urge to write at work! Oh, and this has nothing to do with my previous fic. The, uh, untitled series.
"Archieee!"
Oh gosh, no. It was that voice again. Before Archie could think about any move to avoid the voice, there came a hug from the back. Archie stiffened and froze on the spot. He could feel the older man's breath on his hair. He jumped a little too much and tried to escape from the man's embrace.
"Cook! Let go!" he finally escaped.
Click!
"Stop taking photos of me, dang it!" Archie tried to grab the man's - Cook's- photography camera. He was careful, though, didn't want to break it or something, because that thing must be expensive. He pouted.
"Aw, Archie, I'm sorry..." Cook looked a little sorry, Archie thought he just might as well forgi -
"But, take off your clothes and model nude for me!"
"No!" Archie stepped his foot hard on Cook's.
"Ouch!"
"Oh gosh, sorry!" but then Cook laughed at Archie's seriously sorry face expression.
Archie pouted even more than before.
Gosh, how did this happen?
---
It was only a picture of an old man, close-up, with a mixture of sadness and smile in his eyes, and a tree with swing in the background. Archie didn't understand why he loved this picture a lot. Before he knew it, he already cried silently.
The picture was at the Art Section gallery of his campus, so it must have been taken by someone from this college or an alumni. He then asked around to the seniors and professors, and found out about David Cook who took the picture.
Cook heard a knock on his door and found a blushing beautiful figure standing there and he was just perfect. The figure gasped and met him in the eyes.
"I...um, I'm David Archuleta, and, oh, but people call me Archie. Are you, um, David Cook?"
"Yes" Cook said with a camera in his hands.
"I saw that picture of..-"
Click!
"Hey, model nude for me, please?"
---
After that, Cook had been showing up a lot at campus and asked the same question for months.
(The part where Archie was sort of flushing and hardly breathing and kind of flailing was cut to make this sum-up short)
---
"Come on! Take it off! Strip down!" Cook insisted.
"No! And hush! We're outside and people can totally see us and hear what you ask from me!"
"Aaw, are you concerned about my reputation, Archie?"
"No! And why it has to be nude, anyway?" Archie asked. The question had got into him for a long time, but he had never really asked.
It was unusual of Cook, but his expression turned to the way his expression was every time he was behind the camera. Archie noticed the changing expression and he knew he liked this expression of Cook. Then Cook smiled slightly and he began to speak.
"People tend to dress based on their mood and mood changes. I don't want that. I want to take pictures of their real selves. In that case, clothes are too much of a distraction. The only way to reveal, to uncover, their true forms and feelings is to be naked."
Archie was speechless. He felt weak. Cook rose up the camera back to his eyes.
"And that is. I want to take pictures of the real you."
On the other side of the lens, Archie felt so light. He felt as if he had been stripped of everything he had on. His face turned red.
"Stop it!" He said and turned around and ran away.
He could hear Cook's voice calling his name at first few steps or running but he didn't really care at the moment. He didn't understand anything that happened to him. He didn't understand why he was so scared. He was terrified at the idea of Cook knowing his real form.
No way. If he looks at me that way, my real feelings will be exposed and ....
Then it hit him.
Those...are...my...real feelings?
---
The next day, Cook was there again.
"Archie!"
"Gosh, I said no, Cook!" Archie was half shouting, because he really didn't know how to shout at people.
"But why, though? Are you embarrassed? I'm not gonna take pictures of every inch of your body. I just wanna see the real you." Cook was speaking so soft, soothing and reassuring.
"I said..." You will find out...
"I don't want those kinds of pictures to be taken!" My feelings to you will be exposed...
"Nothing's good about taking pictures of someone who hates it!" You will know...
"Go find someone else!" that I like you...a lot
There was a killing and long silence after Archie said that. Cook looked down to his shoes.
When he finally looked up and saw Archie in the eyes, he said, "I see..."
He looked like he had been torn down to pieces and nothing could help him.
"I've been such a bother, haven't I? I'm sorry... I didn't realise that." Cook said sadly as he walked away.
No, Cook, that wasn't it...
---
Kim, the blond girl from one of Archie's class, suddenly took a seat beside him at lunch.
"You refused to model nude for David Cook?"
Archie gasped in shock and asked, "How did you know?!"
"I heard you guys yesterday."
Even before Archie could start to wonder if anyone else might have heard, Kim spoke again.
"Maybe I'll offer myself, then. Nude pictures are commercial. Plus, David Cook is kind of really hot, don't you think so? Being seen by him might be really nice, if you know what I mean..."
Archie felt like he was being stabbed by a knife or something. He stood up and made lame excuses about going to toilet or something else that himself couldn't even remember.
He ran to Cook's place. It wasn't very far, though. As he ran, he kept thinking of what he would miss if that happened.
He was so lost and trying to hide his own feelings he couldn't see any other possibilities. If Cook turned to someone else, and he found someone else to take pictures of, he wound't have anything to do with Archie again.
Archie didn't want that.
"Go find someone else!"
He kept running.
I'm an idiot.
---
When Archie rushed into Cook's room, Cook was looking at his freshly printed photos. Archie wasted no more second.
"Don't! I'll be your model, so, please...Please, don't look at anyone else!" Archie looked at this shoes and his breath turned to sobs and Cook's face was confused.
"Not having you look at me anymore, that way, I really hate it."
Archie was trembling at the moment and Cook held Archie's arm tried to steady him.
"Ssh, calm down... Now, tell me what's going on," Cook spoke softly.
"I understand that you only see me as a photo object. But, but, I...I like you, Cook. A lot. If you took pictures of my real form, my real feelings would be exposed and you would hate me..."
That caught Cook's guard down. He stared at Archie blankly for some moment.
Then, he reached out his arms and pulled Archie into his tight, warm embrace. His breath and chuckles between felt warm and therapeutic on Archie's hair.
"What can I say, Arch? I'm incredibly happy."
Archie stared at him confused and lost.
"The thing is, I was thinking about quitting photography. My photos weren't popular and many people said I had no talent. But then, I saw you crying to my picture. I gathered up my courage, and confident, and faith. If one person was willing to see into my picture, I though I'd give it another shot." Cook paused for a moment.
"You saved me from a breakdown."
Cook used his thumb to wipe off Archie's tears from his cheeks.
"I want only you. Your emotions, your smiles, I wanted to know them all. You're as beautiful as an angel. You're perfection at its peak. I thought, if I took pictures, I might learn something about you. By that time, I was already in love with you."
Cook pulled him into a hug again and whispered countless times of "I love you"
After Archie's tears had stopped, he looked up to face Cook. He was smiling and it was the most beautiful thing Cook had ever seen, yet. His face was inches away from Cook's. He said it, finally.
"I love you, too, Cook. I won't mind you to see the real me."
Cook caught Archie's lips in a kiss. It was sweet.
End
Author: nikki11394
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "People tend to dress based on their mood and mood changes. I don't want that. I want to take pictures of their real selves. In that case, clothes are too much of a distraction. The only way to reveal, to uncover, their true forms and feelings is to be naked." (pssh! it's PG-13, okay?)
Disclaimer: Fiction!
Note: This came from a sudden urge to write at work! Oh, and this has nothing to do with my previous fic. The, uh, untitled series.
"Archieee!"
Oh gosh, no. It was that voice again. Before Archie could think about any move to avoid the voice, there came a hug from the back. Archie stiffened and froze on the spot. He could feel the older man's breath on his hair. He jumped a little too much and tried to escape from the man's embrace.
"Cook! Let go!" he finally escaped.
Click!
"Stop taking photos of me, dang it!" Archie tried to grab the man's - Cook's- photography camera. He was careful, though, didn't want to break it or something, because that thing must be expensive. He pouted.
"Aw, Archie, I'm sorry..." Cook looked a little sorry, Archie thought he just might as well forgi -
"But, take off your clothes and model nude for me!"
"No!" Archie stepped his foot hard on Cook's.
"Ouch!"
"Oh gosh, sorry!" but then Cook laughed at Archie's seriously sorry face expression.
Archie pouted even more than before.
Gosh, how did this happen?
---
It was only a picture of an old man, close-up, with a mixture of sadness and smile in his eyes, and a tree with swing in the background. Archie didn't understand why he loved this picture a lot. Before he knew it, he already cried silently.
The picture was at the Art Section gallery of his campus, so it must have been taken by someone from this college or an alumni. He then asked around to the seniors and professors, and found out about David Cook who took the picture.
Cook heard a knock on his door and found a blushing beautiful figure standing there and he was just perfect. The figure gasped and met him in the eyes.
"I...um, I'm David Archuleta, and, oh, but people call me Archie. Are you, um, David Cook?"
"Yes" Cook said with a camera in his hands.
"I saw that picture of..-"
Click!
"Hey, model nude for me, please?"
---
After that, Cook had been showing up a lot at campus and asked the same question for months.
(The part where Archie was sort of flushing and hardly breathing and kind of flailing was cut to make this sum-up short)
---
"Come on! Take it off! Strip down!" Cook insisted.
"No! And hush! We're outside and people can totally see us and hear what you ask from me!"
"Aaw, are you concerned about my reputation, Archie?"
"No! And why it has to be nude, anyway?" Archie asked. The question had got into him for a long time, but he had never really asked.
It was unusual of Cook, but his expression turned to the way his expression was every time he was behind the camera. Archie noticed the changing expression and he knew he liked this expression of Cook. Then Cook smiled slightly and he began to speak.
"People tend to dress based on their mood and mood changes. I don't want that. I want to take pictures of their real selves. In that case, clothes are too much of a distraction. The only way to reveal, to uncover, their true forms and feelings is to be naked."
Archie was speechless. He felt weak. Cook rose up the camera back to his eyes.
"And that is. I want to take pictures of the real you."
On the other side of the lens, Archie felt so light. He felt as if he had been stripped of everything he had on. His face turned red.
"Stop it!" He said and turned around and ran away.
He could hear Cook's voice calling his name at first few steps or running but he didn't really care at the moment. He didn't understand anything that happened to him. He didn't understand why he was so scared. He was terrified at the idea of Cook knowing his real form.
No way. If he looks at me that way, my real feelings will be exposed and ....
Then it hit him.
Those...are...my...real feelings?
---
The next day, Cook was there again.
"Archie!"
"Gosh, I said no, Cook!" Archie was half shouting, because he really didn't know how to shout at people.
"But why, though? Are you embarrassed? I'm not gonna take pictures of every inch of your body. I just wanna see the real you." Cook was speaking so soft, soothing and reassuring.
"I said..." You will find out...
"I don't want those kinds of pictures to be taken!" My feelings to you will be exposed...
"Nothing's good about taking pictures of someone who hates it!" You will know...
"Go find someone else!" that I like you...a lot
There was a killing and long silence after Archie said that. Cook looked down to his shoes.
When he finally looked up and saw Archie in the eyes, he said, "I see..."
He looked like he had been torn down to pieces and nothing could help him.
"I've been such a bother, haven't I? I'm sorry... I didn't realise that." Cook said sadly as he walked away.
No, Cook, that wasn't it...
---
Kim, the blond girl from one of Archie's class, suddenly took a seat beside him at lunch.
"You refused to model nude for David Cook?"
Archie gasped in shock and asked, "How did you know?!"
"I heard you guys yesterday."
Even before Archie could start to wonder if anyone else might have heard, Kim spoke again.
"Maybe I'll offer myself, then. Nude pictures are commercial. Plus, David Cook is kind of really hot, don't you think so? Being seen by him might be really nice, if you know what I mean..."
Archie felt like he was being stabbed by a knife or something. He stood up and made lame excuses about going to toilet or something else that himself couldn't even remember.
He ran to Cook's place. It wasn't very far, though. As he ran, he kept thinking of what he would miss if that happened.
He was so lost and trying to hide his own feelings he couldn't see any other possibilities. If Cook turned to someone else, and he found someone else to take pictures of, he wound't have anything to do with Archie again.
Archie didn't want that.
"Go find someone else!"
He kept running.
I'm an idiot.
---
When Archie rushed into Cook's room, Cook was looking at his freshly printed photos. Archie wasted no more second.
"Don't! I'll be your model, so, please...Please, don't look at anyone else!" Archie looked at this shoes and his breath turned to sobs and Cook's face was confused.
"Not having you look at me anymore, that way, I really hate it."
Archie was trembling at the moment and Cook held Archie's arm tried to steady him.
"Ssh, calm down... Now, tell me what's going on," Cook spoke softly.
"I understand that you only see me as a photo object. But, but, I...I like you, Cook. A lot. If you took pictures of my real form, my real feelings would be exposed and you would hate me..."
That caught Cook's guard down. He stared at Archie blankly for some moment.
Then, he reached out his arms and pulled Archie into his tight, warm embrace. His breath and chuckles between felt warm and therapeutic on Archie's hair.
"What can I say, Arch? I'm incredibly happy."
Archie stared at him confused and lost.
"The thing is, I was thinking about quitting photography. My photos weren't popular and many people said I had no talent. But then, I saw you crying to my picture. I gathered up my courage, and confident, and faith. If one person was willing to see into my picture, I though I'd give it another shot." Cook paused for a moment.
"You saved me from a breakdown."
Cook used his thumb to wipe off Archie's tears from his cheeks.
"I want only you. Your emotions, your smiles, I wanted to know them all. You're as beautiful as an angel. You're perfection at its peak. I thought, if I took pictures, I might learn something about you. By that time, I was already in love with you."
Cook pulled him into a hug again and whispered countless times of "I love you"
After Archie's tears had stopped, he looked up to face Cook. He was smiling and it was the most beautiful thing Cook had ever seen, yet. His face was inches away from Cook's. He said it, finally.
"I love you, too, Cook. I won't mind you to see the real me."
Cook caught Archie's lips in a kiss. It was sweet.
End