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Love is in the air, spring has almost sprung, and the holidays are FINALLY over. What does this mean?
PORN.
It's time for another round of the
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It's time for another round of the
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“Shut up,” Dave says, and although he’s not looking at Neal, he’s smiling at the ceiling.
“What?” Neal says. David looks at him, then.
“Come on, take your pants off too,” he says. “Fair and square and all that.” And Neal can’t really argue with that logic at all, so he pulls back just long enough to shimmy out of his pants and to finish taking Dave’s off, and then it’s just them, naked, in nothing but their own skin.
Neal leans down, takes Dave’s cock into his mouth and presses his tongue flat against the tip. David makes a noise that doesn’t mean anything and threads his fingers tightly through Neal’s hair, his hips bucking as Neal takes more of him into his mouth-slowly, slowly-and uses his hand to cover what his lips can’t.
He looks up, flicks his eyes up towards Dave’s hip bones and his stomach and his face, and Dave is watching, straining his neck so that he can half sit-up, and Neal likes that, likes being watched. He makes a show out of hollowing out his cheeks and being really sloppy about it, spit everywhere because it’s crude and because he wants to.
He brackets his hands around Dave’s hips when he pulls off, the black of his fingernails contrasting harshly with the white of David’s skin, and David’s still watching him, still just watching and breathing heavily.
“Can I?” Neal asks, but he’s not doing it to be an asshole this time.
“Yeah,” Dave says. His voice is wrecked already and maybe he doesn’t even realize it, but he spreads his knees wider apart. Neal thinks that nobody else has seen Dave like this-not his family and not his ex-girlfriends, and not any one-night stands-just Neal, and the thought makes Neal-he’s already hard, but that thought-
Neal scrambles across the bed to his end table and roots around in the drawer for some lube. Dave watches him without saying anything the entire time, and Neal thinks that he’s got to be calm, for Dave, and that he’s got to make it good for Dave, because if he fucks it up and Dave leaves, he doesn’t know what he would do. Dave is his partner in crime, and Dave is his drinking buddy and his band mate, his boyfriend and his best friend, and suddenly it’s like Dave’s his everything, only Neal fucking blinked and missed seeing it happen.
He pops the top on the lube and his hands shake. He’s not nervous-he’s not, even though Dave looks at him like he is-so he doesn’t know why they shake, but they do anyways as he coats his fingers.
“One first, okay?” Neal says.
Dave nods, says, “Yeah.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, even though one is barely anything at all. He wants Dave to know that not everything has been leading up to this moment, and that if suddenly it’s too much for him, they can stop and go back to shooting the shit at bars and giving hasty blowjobs in the backseat, no problem.
Neal’s never felt like that with anyone before; like it was enough just being with them.
“Okay?” he asks again, and Dave bites his lip as he nods. Neal crooks his finger-just there, just right-and then suddenly Dave’s gasping, his hips bucking up against Neal’s hand.
Neal adds another finger, his unused hand splayed out against David’s thigh, and he can feel David’s leg quiver as Neal thrusts his fingers in and out, runs his fingertips against David’s spot again and again, until David’s not making sense and Neal can’t wait any longer.
Neal replaces his fingers with his cock-carefully, carefully. He uses more lube and enters slowly, even though Dave feels fucking perfect around him and even though he just wants to let loose. He won’t let himself do it any differently because this isn’t just about him getting off, not like how it was with other people. This is about him, and this is about Dave, and this is about the way Dave wraps his legs around Neal’s waist and digs his fingers into Neal’s shoulders.
Neal leans down and kisses Dave open-mouthed.
“Good?” he asks.
“Move,” Dave says, and his voice is choked and strained, and Neal does. He moves slowly, carefully, rocks against Dave until Dave is used to Neal, used to his size, and then he moves a little quicker, a little harder. Neither of them is breakable, Neal knows.
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He doesn’t finish the thought. There’s a little bit of sweat matting Dave’s hair to his forehead, and Neal brings a hand up to brush it back before he can think better of it.
“Fuck, Dave,” he says, and he leans down to pepper kisses along Dave’s neck, biting down lightly and not-so-lightly when the urge strikes. He likes seeing Dave, afterwards, when he’s got Neal’s marks on his skin.
“Neal,” Dave says. “Neal,” and he sounds like he can’t believe what he’s feeling, like maybe it’s all almost too much. Neal likes it-love it-that he’s the one to make Dave sound like that, feel like that.
He kisses Dave again because there’s a lot that he wants to say but doesn’t know how to. Dave’s fingers scramble at the back of his neck and in his hair, pulling him closer, closer, closer, and his heels dig into the back of Neal’s thighs.
Neal thinks that maybe this is what everyone was talking about.
He looks down at Dave and Dave’s got his eyes wide open, looking at Neal’s face as he alternates between biting his lip and saying Neal’s name again and again as if it meant something. Neal feels him sneak a hand between their two bodies so that he can touch himself, and he says, “No, hey.”
Neal moves Dave’s hand aside and replaces Dave’s fingers with his own, jacking him off fast because Neal needs to come but won’t let himself until Dave does first.
“Neal, I’m gonna-I’m gonna-” Dave says, and his hips move faster and faster, erratically.
When he comes, it’s with a loud shout that it sounds like he tried to hold back. There’s come on Dave’s belly and on Neal’s, and Neal comes not long afterwards, thinking, I’m the only one who’s ever seen him like this, and, So fucking gorgeous, and Oh, fuck-fuck. Neal muffles the noises that he makes in the side of Dave’s neck, his mouth pressed to Dave’s sweaty skin.
They stay like that for a minute. Neal moves to kiss Dave again, but he ends up just leaning his forehead against Dave’s, their noses mushed together.
“Oh my god,” Dave whispers, his fingertips still pressing little bruises into the back of Neal’s shoulders.
“Dave,” Neal whispers back, and it’s the most honest, open thing he’s ever said.
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holy crap.
holy crap. with the nails and the them and the the everything and I just. ugh. omg you are so awesome, my day was so shitty and I was feeling all down again and then you did this and I love you and omg omgomg.
this is Dave and Neal has been working so hard, so fucking hard not to screw this up. a;skdjaklsdfjasdf
I love how cocky yet insecure your Neal is. He is just..so great.
the black of his fingernails contrasting harshly with the white of David’s skin
my cock is weeping rn. In a good way.
Neal thinks that maybe this is what everyone was talking about.
that's because it is Neal. It is. It is.
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FOREVER RUINED.
truly brilliant and stunning and beautiful and everything - EVERYTHING - that i could ever want from cookmann.
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You filled my prompt and you did it with the pairing I was hoping someone would-but never ever dreamed it would be YOU - and I am falling apart right now.
I somehow thought Life On The Moon would be a good soundtrack to this and I am actually CRYING RIGHT NOW, HOW ARE YOU EVEN REAL?
Neal thinks that he’s got to be calm, for Dave, and that he’s got to make it good for Dave, because if he fucks it up and Dave leaves, he doesn’t know what he would do. Dave is his partner in crime, and Dave is his drinking buddy and his band mate, his boyfriend and his best friend, and suddenly it’s like Dave’s his everything, only Neal fucking blinked and missed seeing it happen.
THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE THING I HAVE EVER READ ABOUT NEAL AND DAVE. You are a genius and a sorceress and I CANNOT EVEN FORM REAL WORDS, MUCH LESS COHERENT THOUGHTS REGARDING MY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW.
Not to get all meta in a kink post, but SERIOUSLY. I THINK YOU LIVE IN NEAL'S BRAIN SOMETIMES. You strike the perfect balance of cocksure arrogance and bare, brutal honesty and I will never not be astounded at how perfectly you write them.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING THIS. You are GLORIOUS.
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*samantha*
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i love this.
gah, so amazing and unf!
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AND ALSO IT WAS REALLY FUCKING HOT. Guhhhhh.
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HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LUV U?....CUZ IF NOT I SHOULD......
I AM SERIOUSLY HAPPY TO SEE YOU WRITING SOMETHING FOR THIS......I WAS GETTING TEMPTED TO TELL YOU WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT LAST TIME AND WAS TOTALLY GONNA COME COMMENT ON ONE OF UR SOCCER FICS JUST TO SAY HI......
ANYWAY.....THIS WAS WONDERFULLY HOT.....AND I LUV'D THE WAY THEY BOTH ARE IN THIS AND THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THEM AND OH GOSH I JUST LUV'D IT ALL....AND YOU OF COURSE....♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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It's a perfect Cookmann dynamic, I totally love how insecure Neal is. It's just SO REAL I want to live in this forever.
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how do you do this, honestly?
your writing feels so real, so vital right there in the moment.
every time I reread something of yours, I just sit here all dumbfounded that you can construct these sentences with such ease.
all of your writing is gorgeous, but your Cookmann is a masterpiece, every bit of it.
thank you for writing it. I know you're into other things now, but I'm just really grateful I can come back and revisit these when I need to.
♥.
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like seriously, thank you so much. i still love cookmann-- is it possible to stop? i think not-- but i just kind of... ran out of things to say about them. like, if that makes sense. haha although tbh i sort of started a third installment of my cookmann verse where they're ~boyfrans, about how neal wanted to quit the anthemic, but then bigger shit happened (HE LEFT THE HOUSE. HE LEFT. THE HOUSE.) and that kinda got away from me. but, you know. might get back to the cookmann eventually, you never know.
anyways. just thanks for commenting. it really means a whole lot.
<3
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my heart aches when I think about them right now, when I watch tour videos and Neal isn't there. AND LIKE. SITTING THERE, GOING TO TWO SHOWS WITHOUT NEAL.
HOW IS THIS REAL LIFE?
IT CANNOT BE.
When he left, literally, my first thought was hoshit, Lux wrote the future.
I AM HOLDING OUT HOPE HE COMES BACK. To be Dave's poolboy.
Until then, I have your perfect world to exist in.
And all of your luscious footie fic, I need to read more of it. I'm not as into it as I was a few years ago and I need to revisit it, BECAUSE IF ANYONE CAN MAKE ME SHIP THINGS, IT IS YOU.
Although, you could write, like, tree+pencil and I would be HEYYY, BEST FIC EVER.
//fangirling you+embarrassing us both now.
hope you're well. I miss chatting with you.
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- IT'S OKAY-ISH EVEN IF HE DOESN'T COME BACK BECAUSE THEY'RE STILL HAVING LOADS OF SEX IN BETWEEN TOURS. OKAY? OKAY??? THEY ARE HAVING TONS OF SEX.
- if ever a picture of neal doing anything that even remotely resembles cleaning a pool/hanging poolside with cook/standing near a pool while wearing a denim jacket, i will scream. and cry. and probably scream some more.
- omg the footie world is A D D I C T I V E. i'm like all over the place in terms of ships, but i swear all of my ships are all really good. even the ones that start cracky and turn out they're actually true love (steve nash/landon donovan, ahem ahem). not that i'm like, biased or anything though.
- i really don't mean to break your heart in the most tragic of tragic manners, but tree/pencil fic isn't happening in the foreseeable future. sorry.
- i'm ok, just drowning under grad school work. how are youuuu??? i miss chatting with you, too!!!!
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