Kink Meme Fills
Title: Good Enough
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Really fantastic sloppy blowjob fic. IDC who.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~1215
David really likes sucking cock.
Specifically he likes sucking Cook's cock, but there's an embarrassing part of him that insists he wouldn't mind giving Neal a go, or Andy, or like, anyone, because even though he loves Cook, really, it's not love that prompts him to sink to his knees and fit his mouth over Cook's erection.
Maybe in the beginning it was, but now it's because he likes it, the weight and the length and the feel of it stretching his mouth, his lips sore and tired feeling afterwards, his jaw aching a little (or a lot) and his tongue nearly numb and tingly from working it so enthusiastically over Cook's length. He likes it best when Cook's sitting on the bed and he can nestle between his legs and run his hands up and down his powerful thighs and just sink his mouth down, adjusting the angle himself and choosing the pace he wants.
Like now, keeping one hand on Cook’s stomach, keeping him flat on his back, the other gripping Cook’s left leg firmly, and he’s getting an awkward crick in his neck from trying to maintain the angle, but it’s perfect because he can take that few extra inches in and loves the way it makes Cook shiver and sweat. He tries to keep his lips a tight seal around the girth of Cook’s cock, but it’s hard to hold on to when Cook starts to swear and buck his hips up. David tightens his grip on Cook’s thighs and breathes in deeply through his nose, trying not to choke as he tongues the underside of Cook’s erection. He tastes good, like a man, and David can’t help but whimper a little to himself, drawing his mouth up so he can gasp for breath, saliva dripping from his mouth as he panted, his lip red and raw already. Cook swears and grips the base of his cock tightly, staring at David like he’s made of gold.
“Fuck, Archie,” Cook says, “Jesus, your mouth,” he moans, and David smiles a little, knowing how shy it will look, loving the way Cook throws his head back as if he can’t bear to look at him. It’s - it’s an interesting feeling of power, and David can’t help but admit he loves the thrill of it.
He bats Cook’s hand out of the way, gripping his cock with his own hands, licking the head messily. He stares up at Cook as he does, using the flat of his tongue against the flat of Cook’s cockhead, pausing at the tip to press the point of his tongue there gently, and then drawing away. It makes Cook’s dick jerk mightily in his hand, and he bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling widely. He fits his lips just around the flare of Cook’s cut cock and sucks hard, like it was something delicious, candy or a lollipop or a popsicle. He knows Cook likes it when he makes noises, so he groans in the back of his throat and swirls his tongue around the head of Cook’s erection.
He tilts his head and runs his lips sloppily down the shaft, sucking wetly up and down until he reached Cook’s ball. He abandoned Cook’s cock in favor of sucking on the soft, round sacks, licking his way around them and drawing them into his mouth, sharp pangs of self-satisfaction striking him at Cook’s low, shaky gasps and the way he grabs at David’s hair not-so-gently. It makes him feel weirdly powerful, despite being in what a lot of people would consider a ‘submissive’ pose, and he licks at Cook’s balls lovingly one more time before pulling away.
David takes a minute to admire Cook, the long line of his body, the colorful tattoos. He watches the rise and fall of Cook’s chest and reaches up to brush a hand over the sheen of sweat on Cook’s pecs, humming a little as he touches a nipple and rolls it between his fingers.
“Suck me,” Cook begs, tugging at David’s hair again, his fingers still tangled up in it. David nods and drops his head again, kissing Cook’s hips, and then the top of his length, and then he opens wide and goes for it.
He doesn’t try to keep his lips tight around the shaft anymore, but bobs his head like he’s seen in pornos (not that he’d meant to watch them, but really, Neal should learn to label his DVDs, dang it) and presses down hard on Cook’s hips, anticipating the wild thrusts upward that come, accompanied by Cook swearing and growling and the hand on the back of his head, shoving him down. He doesn’t care that he’s drooling as he sucks, and it sounds super wet and sloppy and it is super wet and messy, saliva dripping from his mouth all the way down Cook’s cock, shiny and slick. His lips are going to be numb and his tongue feels weird and raspy already, but he doesn’t care. It’s worth it when he can feel Cook’s heat and the twitch of his cock, and hear his wordless cries from above, and he reaches down to cup Cook’s balls, which have drawn in tight, and squeezes, gently, and that’s when Cook makes a strangled sound, low and choked off and hot, and he comes.
His mouth is so stuffed full of Cook’s erection that he doesn’t even bother trying to keep Cook’s stuff in his mouth, just chokes some it down, swallowing automatically, but the rest of it just drips out of his mouth and down Cook’s cock, sloppily. David pulls off, coughing a little, but Cook is still coming and it’s messy, getting on his cheeks and his hands and he smears it down Cook’s length, pumping a few times just to feel it, just to watch Cook’s mouth wrap around those filthy words he secretly loves so much and to watch his body shiver. He looks down at the aftermath - there’s cum and spit everywhere, and it’s smeared all over Cook’s cock and balls, and on his thighs, and on his hips, and even on his stomach, and David can’t help the burst of arousal in his stomach, and he reaches down to squeeze his own cock helplessly. He crawls up onto Cook’s body and leans up for a kiss, rubbing his ejaculate covered mouth over Cook’s, licking at it playfully, and rubbing his hips against Cook’s stomach.
“Was that good enough?” He asks breathlessly and, ow, it kind of - kind of hurts to talk. But a good hurt, and he nuzzles Cook’s scratchy jaw, unable to stop himself from licking and biting there too.
“Jesus Christ,” Cook says in return, and then rolls him over forcefully. “I’m going to finger fuck you until you can’t even talk,” he promises, looming above David with a wild, intense look in his eyes, and David whines, arches, and can’t wait.
Title: Barbie Girl
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: archie toyporn - the dildo should be glittery and hot pink
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~2318
David totally doesn't understand how Cook has the higher brain function to like, form sentences while they're doing this, because his is completely gone. The sheets are a mess around them, and Cook is naked and heavy on top of him, and he's sweaty, in a good way, in a sex-sweat kind of way, and his face is pressed up against David's, and he keeps kissing him, growling and laughing a little at the tiny, totally embarrassing noises that David keeps making. Cook has three fingers crammed inside David's hole, and his thumb is pressing up behind David's balls and it's rubbing a little, and David can't even think, all he can see is white and flashes of Cook's smug looking face. All he can think about is how he hopes Cook is going to fuck him soon, because if that hot, hard length pressed against him is any indication, Cook is just as into this as he is. (Which is awesome because there's nothing better than Cook shoving his legs up and apart and grunting as he slides into David, or flipping him on his hands and knees and laying across his back, licking and kissing the back of his neck as he buries his cock deep in David's ass, or - David likes it when Cook fucks him, in pretty much any position they can manage, and just thinking about it is making him kind of, um, needy and he shoves his hips down a little so Cook's finger press up harder and oh that feels good.)
Cook leans up to lick his ear and it's wet and he shivers and then Cook starts to talk and David is just so, so confused. Why is he talking? Why isn't he getting the condom and the lube and telling him to lay on his stomach, or his side, or to climb up on his lap?
"Remember when he had that big storm a few days ago?" Cook purrs into his ear, kissing a high spot on his neck, by his jaw. David can't connect the dots. Storm..? Why would Cook be talking about the thunder storm that had shaken LA during sex? But he does remember it (barely, considering the way Cook's fingers are pressing up, up, up, and how his thumb is stroking his perineum wickedly) and nods jerkily, moaning and Cook twists his wrist expertly. Cook's other hand is high on his ribcage, and strokes along David's side soothingly.
"Remember how it knocked out the power in your hotel?" He asks, and David nods again - it had been a bit scary, since they were instructed not to leave their rooms, but it had worked out fine, just he and Cook in the dark, listening to the storm rage around them, waiting for the power to come back on. "Remember how I looked everywhere for a flashlight? In the drawers, in the closets, in the safe, behind the furniture, under the bed..." Cook trails off and huffs a laugh into David's ear, and David can't help but think he's clearly missing a piece of the puzzle since none of this makes sense, especially when Cook is still fingerfucking him and grinding his dick against David's stomach.
But then Cook draws away suddenly, pulling his hand free and lifting his body up so he's straddling David's thighs. David whines at the loss, feeling empty and weirdly hollow, but Cook leans over to their 'unmentionables' drawer (or, at least that's what David calls it, he's pretty sure Cook calls it the 'sexy shelf' which is just embarrassing, and also inaccurate - it's so not a shelf!) and his heart rate picks up again. Only - only Cook is smirking when he returns upright, and he's holding - he's holding -
Oh, no.
"So, I was looking for a flashlight, high and low, and lo and behold what do I find under the bed, but this." Cook is holding his dildo. He's - Cook found his dildo. David feels like he might die. He can feel heat rush to his cheeks suddenly, and even though it's embarrassing, seeing Cook hold his - his toy like that, wagging it back and forth with a raised eyebrow... It's kind of hot. It's really hot.
Cook gives the toy a long look and strokes his fist over it thoughtfully.
"Pretty sure this is a girl's dildo," Cook remarks coolly, smiling at David naughtily. And - and David doesn't even know if dildos come in 'his and hers' but they had totally run out of the neutral color he had wanted and gosh he'd just been so desperate during Cook's tour... "I didn't know you liked glitter." Cook teases, and David flushes even more. He knows it's silly, but he likes his pink, glittery dildo. It's just the right size, reminds him of Cook actually, and it's not like he's staring at the color when he, you know, uses it.
"In fact," Cook continues, though he's shifting positions on top of David, and his cock brushes up against David's, and David remembers that he's really turned on and gasps, but Cook ignores him, "not only do I think this is a girl's dildo, I think it's Barbie's dildo." He's got a palmful of lube and he's spreading it over the pink toy liberally, and David's stomach does that weird, flippy, jumpy thing it always does when he realizes he's going to get fucked. His body burns for it, and suddenly it hits him that Cook's going to be using the toy on him, and, and why is that such a turn on? He doesn't know, but he doesn't care, he just wants it, so badly.
Cook gives him a dark, amused look while fisting the dildo pornographically. "Is that what you are Archie? A doll? A Barbie? My doll?" He slides forward and looms over David, leaning down to kiss him hungrily, possessively. "Are you my sex toy?" Cook asks huskily against his mouth, and David moans, heat flushing through his whole body. This should be degrading, it should feel bad, but it only makes him want Cook more, makes him wild for it, and he bucks his hips, gripping onto Cook's strong shoulders.
"You'd do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?" His boyfriend says, mouthing the words against his jaw, licking into his mouth and tilting his head forcefully. "But you want this. You want me to fuck you with this dildo like the toy you are, don't you baby?" Cook leans away a little, to look into his eyes, but David can't even speak. "Say it," Cook commands lowly.
"Oh gosh, please," he bursts out, shoving his knees up and spreading his thighs so Cook settles between them even more, their erections slipping and sliding against each other, both wet and leaking from the foreplay. "Please, I want - I need, take me, take me, I'm your, I'm anything you want me to be, yes."
It's good enough for Cook, who gives him one last searing kiss before drawing back. "Okay baby, okay," he soothes, and then grabs at David's hips and flips him over. "On your elbows and knees," he murmurs, and slaps David's ass sharply. David gasps and scrambles to obey, jutting his ass up and out like he knows Cook wants, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and along the bridge of his nose and onto the bed below him.
He's shaking, he realizes faintly, and knows it's from anticipation.
Cook hums a little and presses one finger back into David's hole. It's a relief, almost, and David can't help but flex a little around the digit, pushing back sluttily as Cook chuckles and rubs teasingly back and forth along the edge. It's not enough, and David grunts in frustration, gritting his teeth against the fleeting, barely-there sensation. But then he can feel the thick, rubbery tip of his dildo pressing against his hole and his stomach swoops happily. He takes a breath and lets it out, trying to relax as Cook lays a hand on his ass and begins to press forward, until just the tip of the toy is inside.
"Ohmygosh Cook," David says, his ass automatically tightening around the intrusion, trying to draw it in further but Cook is mean and keeps it there, twisting and pushing in and out in tiny increments. It's maddening, and David bites his bottom lip but he can't help the guttural noises that keep spilling from his throat, the way his hole is tingling and how every tiny movement is sending sparks of electricity and arousal all through his body.
Cook's big hand on his asscheek spreads him even further and he feels like he's on display. From the soft, appreciative moan from Cook, David guesses it's a good view, and feels a hot wave of satisfaction, absurdly pleased with how his boyfriend draws pleasure from his body. It feels so good to be admired, and he rolls his hips a little, trying to rotate his ass around the hot pink dildo. It must look - it must look really crazy, or like, slutty because Cook mumbles "Oh yeah, baby, fuck" and rubs his thumb up against the place where his hole is stretched around the tip of the toy. It feels amazing.
"Cook," David rasps brokenly, dropping his head even lower and curving his back up, knowing how much Cook loves it when he uses his body like that, and sure enough Cook leans up to lick the small of his back lovingly, licking away the sweat, biting at the swell of his ass possessively. Then he starts to slide the dildo in slowly.
"Harder," David bites out, "faster," but Cook just laughs and reaches beneath them to pull on David's cock lazily. David nearly comes right then, he hadn't been expecting it, and he says, "Fuck!" without meaning to. Cook pauses, clearly as surprised as David.
"Did you just swear?" Cook asks, amazed, and, okay, sometimes Cook asked him to like, beg Cook to fuck him, but he'd never just sworn by his own accord, and, um. "Holy shit that is so hot," Cook breathes out, and David can tell he's telling the truth by how his breathing changes, gets heavier and faster. "You really are like my greatest fantasy, you know that right?" He pushes the dildo in further, and David's mind goes offline for a few seconds, it's so good, so full, so tight, and Cook hasn't stopped stroking his cock and his abs keep like, jumping, and he feels like he's just trying to hold off his orgasm already.
"I look at you," Cook is still talking why is he still talking? David can't even think but, oh, he never wants Cook to stop talking, not when he uses that voice, low and husky and naughty. "I look at you and I want you all the time. You don't even know what you do me, the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you dress, the way you sit, the way you laugh, your smile, your eyes, when you roll your sleeves up, when you tug at your collar, everything about you makes me want you." David feels like he's melting. And Cook slides the dildo all the way home, pushing down and then up a little and he sees stars and shouts wordlessly, shoving back helplessly to keep the pressure up, right there, right against his prostate oh gosh yes yes yes.
"Cook please," David begs, "I need to - I can't-" and he's out of words, he can't see anything at all, he can only feel the way Cook's hand tightens on his leaking, rock hard cock and the sweat that's dripping off his body, and how Cook says roughly, "Okay baby, okay, hold tight," and pulls out and then shoves in, sharp, snappy movements that are deep but quick and everything's a blur and he might be crying it feels so good, like lightning strikes of pleasure all through his body until Cook is swearing and panting and David can imagine his forearms bulging as they grip the pink, glittery dildo, slick with lube and pistoning in and out of his ass and it's everything combined that makes him scream and shake and come violently against his stomach.
He collapses, making low, sobbing sounds without meaning to, just wordless, incoherent moans, and it's so tender and almost hurts from oversensitivity when Cook pulls the dildo out that he buries his face in the arms, trying to even his breathing and slow his heartrate. Cook curls up next to him, pressing sweet kisses into his hair and running his hands down David's back lovingly.
"Mine, you're mine, you're perfect and you're mine," Cook repeats, and the words comfort him somehow, even though his brain is still muggy and fuzzy from the explosive orgasm. Cook nudges his thighs apart a little and then slides his own dripping, burning hot cock in between them, letting David clamp down gently and fucks in and out slowly, deliberately. David can barely pay attention, just sucks hungrily at a spot on Cook's collarbone as Cook moans and moans and snaps his hips forward, his dick slipping wetly and messily between David's thighs. David squeezes a little, drawing out whatever strength he had left and Cook swore and thrust twice more, coming hard.
"Who knew," Cook pants, after they'd both gotten their bearings a little more, "that David Archuleta would travel with a hot pink glittery dildo and hide it under his hotel bed." He grins at David, squeezing the back of his neck fondly. "That's pretty kinky baby."
David ducks his head shyly. "When you can't have the real thing..." He says, and shrugs.
Cook laughs. "You're better than any toy money can buy," he growls out, and tugs David in fiercely for a kiss.
Title: Pick Up Truck
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Dirty, dirty, hookup sex in the back of a car.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~962
Archie's not the type of boy to climb in the back of a pick up truck and let just anyone fuck him, but somehow he finds himself pinned down underneath David Cook, on top of a scratchy old blanket, with his shirt rucked up and David Cook's mouth on his stomach. He shivered a little and tried to lift up, but Cook's hands on his wrists were keeping him pretty well immobile - not that really wants to move. It's embarrassing to think he's just like those girls his mama always warned him about, the kind that wore short skirts and tight shirts and sometimes wore the same thing twice in a row with their hair all messy, like they spent the night somewhere they didn't have a change of clothes. And those were the girls that all the most popular guys at school liked, the kind of girls that Cook liked, but here he was, the lucky one getting pushed down and pawed at.
Maybe he should say no. But all day it was like Cook couldn't stop staring at him, and during the bonfire, at night, he'd come over and sat next to Archie, throwing an arm around his shoulders, that had slid down to his waist, and Cook had been warm and smelled nice and was so cute, and honestly Archie was just thrilled by the attention. He definitely shouldn't be here though, with Cook scrambling up to pull off his own shirt, and Cook's hands pawing at his jeans, and suddenly Cook's hands on his...
Archie moaned and arched up involuntarily, bucking his hips into Cooks' warm grip on his erection. Cook laughed and fell against him, licking a stripe against Archie's collarbone. "I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you," he chanted against Archie's skin, and it shouldn't have been hot at all, but it made Archie whine and grind his hips in a circle, his hands yanking free to grip Cook's hair. He wanted Cook to fuck him, wanted it as much as he'd wanted anything in his life, so he kicked off his shoes and helped Cook yank his pants down.
Cook didn't waste any time. He dug a little packet of lube and a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and then kicked those off, as well as boxers, and Archie could see how big and hard he was. He wanted to reach out and touch it, run his mouth along it and suck it into his mouth, but Cook was already rolled the condom down and slicking it up with one fist as he crawled over to Archie and pushed his legs up and away. Archie groaned as the cool night air hit him right in his most private places, a breeze he felt on his asshole, making him clench and roll his hips up shyly. He felt Cook's slick fingers at his hole, touching him gently, almost a little unsure. Archie eagerly pressed back, tilting his face up and making eye contact with Cook. Cook worked his finger in and Archie whimpered, exposing his throat as Cook started to fuck him with his fingers.
"Please," he mumbled, "please, it's okay just- just fuck me, Cook." He'd regret this in the morning, maybe, but right now all he wanted was for Cook to thrust into him and fill him up. His breaths started to come faster and faster and he whined a little when Cook pulled his fingers free. It probably wasn't enough preparation, but he didn't care. Cook smiled a little at him then pressed his legs even further apart and pushed into him.
"Jesus," Cook breathed at the same time Archie took a deep breath and tried not to make a sound. It hurt - it was - it was big and it felt like too much trying to fit into not enough space and he desperately wanted Cook to pull out, pull out, pull out, but he gritted his teeth and grabbed onto Cook's biceps, digging his fingernails in. Cook waited until his grip loosened a little, and then slid forward, and it didn't - it didn't hurt as much and Archie started to relax, and then Cook fucked forward again and then it felt good. By the sixth thrust Archie wondered why it had ever hurt in the first place, and he was gripping Cook's biceps hard again, but this time he was moaning instead of gritting his teeth.
"Oh, oh my gosh, yes, please, please, harder, faster, c'mon," he groaned, and Cook slammed in and up and Archie saw stars and howled and Cook said, "Oh my god, keep making those noises, fucking hell, fuck" until the whole truck was rocking with their motions, and it was sort of embarrassing, but mostly it was really awesome, especially when Cook fumbled for a minute and then grabbed Archie's erection and started to jerk him off as his balls smacked lewdly against the back of Archie's ass.
"I'm close," Archie whimpered, and Cook nodded frantically, his thighs straining as his dick pumped in and out.
"Come, come on Archie, do it, come for me," Cook panted, flicking his wrist, the same time Archie gasped out "Fuck me, please please, fuck me."
Cook said, "Shit, oh my god, fuck" and Archie felt his thrusts stutter and felt his balls jerk against his skin and cock twitch inside of him and he knew he had come inside the condom. Cook pulled out and Archie whimpered at the loss, but then Cook yanked his legs down and sank his mouth around Archie's erection and Archie couldn't think of much else but Cook's hot, perfect mouth and then he was moaning, and moaning, and coming down Cook's throat.
Title: Power Balance
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta/Neal Tiemann
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Come slut Archie.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~2504
"Please," Archie squirmed, his wrists tied loosely behind his back, Neal's hand on his jaw tilting his head up at an awkward angle. He looked up at him through his eyelashes and licked his lips, trying to walk forward on his knees, get closer to Neal who was naked and erect, and just out of touching distance.
"Please," he begged again, and Neal laughed a little incredulously, turning his head to glance at Cook who was sprawled out on the bed, also naked, and stroking his own cock lazily.
"Where the fuck did you find this kid?" Neal asked, turning back to Archie and curving his fingers so the index and middle finger slipped into his mouth. Archie practically purred and started to suck greedily, hollowing his cheeks and shoving Neal's fingers in way past the inked letters, groaning around them. It was enough to make Neal's dick throb desperately.
Cook laughed but didn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. "Would you believe I picked him up on this little karaoke show I did? He was just as hungry for it then, he just hid it better." Cook paused, squeezing the base of his erection. "Go on Neal, look at him - put him out of his misery."
Neal withdrew his fingers a little, letting Archie still suck and lick the tips of them, watching his pretty pink tongue as it continue to wet his fingers. "Alright," he said finally, clearing his throat a little and readjusting his grip on Archie's jaw. "Alright, what do you want? Do you want to suck my cock?" Archie nodded frantically and wiggled forward a little bit more. "Yeah you do," Neal murmured fondly, and slid his hand from Archie's jaw to the back of his head, tugging him forward so he could bury his face into Neal's crotch.
Archie made a soft, breathy, excited sound and opened his mouth, slotting it against the length and girth of Neal's cock, wetting his lips and running his mouth up and down the underside of his erection. He ducked his head lower to mouth at Neal's balls, sucking one, then the other into his mouth and humming happily. The angle was awkward with his hands tied behind his back, but it didn't seem to bother him as he licked a path back up from Neal's balls to the head of his cock, where he fitted his mouth over the head beautifully.
Neal sucked a breath in through his teeth, curling his fingers in Archie's hair, fighting the urge to shove his mouth down until his cock was bumping along the back of the boy's throat, but it was hard, especially when Archie looked up at him, and his ridiculous mouth was all stretched out around Neal's cock, and he was making noises like this was the best thing he'd done in ages. Archie sucked hard at the head and then just bobbed up and down a little bit, working his tongue like a professional and getting Neal to grit his teeth and plant his feet. He could see Archie's arms twitching a little bit, where the muscles flexed and jumped, like he wanted to hold onto something, Neal's thighs, maybe, or grip the base of his cock. Neal did it for him, gripping low and then pushing on Archie's head firmly.
"C'mon, suck, down, 'til your lips hit my fist, I know you can take it," Neal said, low and throaty. There was a moment where Archie adjusted his mouth, and then he was swallowing Neal's length down, his cheeks hollowed and spit sliding down Neal's cock from his mouth where he couldn't quite keep the seal of his mouth complete. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat and shut his eyes, sinking down until finally his mouth was pressed against Neal's fingers, curled around the base of his erection.
"Jesus," Neal said, trembling from the effort to not fuck up into Archie's hot, wet mouth. "Jesus fuck, you really want this don't you?" Archie made a a pathetic gurgling noise and sucked a little, swallowing around Neal's cock and Neal nearly lost it then, the heat and the pressure and the silky glide of Archie throat.
"Fuck his mouth," Cook said. Neal had forgotten he was there - he looked over, Cook's cock was hard as a rock, angry red and drooling at the tip, and Cook wasn't even touching it, his eyes blown huge and focused greedily on Neal and Archie. "He can take it, I promise, go ahead, fuck his mouth Neal."
Neal glanced at Archie, who was staring up at him, his dark lashes thick and innocent compared to the way Neal's dick was shoved half-way down Archie's throat. Neal could see Archie's erection, hot and hard and heavy, leaking a little without even being touched, and the way Archie undulated his tongue against him - it had to be a yes.
"Fuck yes," he hissed, and bracketed Archie's face in his hands, tilting his jaw until he tried an experimental thrust up. Archie let his jaw go slack, and everything was wet, and messy, and Neal snapped his hips up harder, drawing a sharp, surprised sound from Archie. Neal didn't hold back, once he realized Archie really could take it. He groaned and fucked hard into Archie's mouth, holding Archie's head in place and hissing out cusses as the head of his cock bruised the back of the boy's throat. Every time he thrust in, Archie's mouth dropped a little further on his cock until he was balls deep into his mouth on every upthrust, and Archie was gulping around his cock, and there were tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, just from the pressure and fullness and how hard it was to breathe.
The sight made Neal's balls curl up suddenly, and the rush of his orgasm almost swamped him, but he managed to fix his fist around the base and pull out of Archie's mouth. Archie looked wrecked, his mouth bright cherry red and jaw slack, saliva all around his mouth and down his chin and he was taking huge, gasping breaths. Neal jacked himself and grabbed Archie's chin.
"Did you like that? Did you like getting your mouth fucked?" He asked, and Archie said "Yes, yes, please, more, yes," desperately, scooting forward as close as he could and opening his mouth prettily, just waiting for Neal to put his cock back in. Neal shook his head, tilting his hips forward to slap Archie's cheek with his cock. The surprise on the boy's face was enough to make Neal's stomach clench hard, and he did it again, watching as Archie's eyes changed, the pupils going wider until he was practically leaning into the slap.
"Fucking hell, you really are a slut," he mumbled under his breath, not registering the soft, throaty laugh from the bed, from Cook. "Open wide sweetheart, maybe you can have some of my load in your mouth if you're very good."
Archie immediately opened up, licking his lips and tilting his head, eyes trained on Neal's cock as Neal's fist whipped up and down frantically until his orgasm rose up and washed over him, his cock jerking as he aimed towards Archie's face and came in long, jerky spurts, all over his cheeks and nose and lips, and into his mouth. He swore desperately, watching as some of it landed in Archie's dark hair, and in his eyelashes, and all over his lips. His legs felt like jelly by the time he finished, and Archie was a mess, covered in come and looking debauched.
"Swallow," Neal commanded with a rough voice, and Archie immediately shut his mouth and his eyes, mming and his throat undulated and he swallowed everything down. "Fuck," Neal said weakly. Archie's cock was still rock hard, his hands still tied behind his back, and just the sight of him was enough to make Neal's dick twitch feebly. He rubbed a rough hand along it, shivering at the aftershocks.
"Archie," Cook called, and they both turned towards Cook, who was only staring at Archie. "Come here," he commanded, and Neal fell back a few steps, sat down on the sofa, and watched as Archie scrambled to crawl to Cook, his hands being tied making it awkward and probably painful. His knees already looked bruised, just from being on them so long while he was sucking Neal's cock.
"Should I untie him?" Neal asked. Cook shook his head.
"No, he's fine. Come up here, Arch," Cook said, patting the bed, and Neal watched in fascination as Cook calmly waited, not helping, as Archie awkwardly maneuvered himself onto the bed, then as he knee-walked to Cook. His face was still covered in Neal's come, though it was messily smeared now, and Cook ran gentle fingers through the mess.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" He asked softly, almost too quietly for Neal to hear. Archie nodded shyly, which was - interesting. "Did you like Neal?" Archie nodded more emphatically, and Cook laughed. "I thought you would," he murmured to the boy, and rubbed his hands over Archie's shoulders. Cook leaned forward and said something into Archie's ear that Neal couldn't hear, but Archie smiled widely and Cook was smiling too as he pulled back.
"I'm so close already," Cook said casually, palming the head of his dick, which was wet and dark red, and it really did look like he was close. "Just from watching you baby, you did so good," he cooed, and it was amazing to watch Cook be like this with someone, be sweet and rough and demanding all at once. Archie seemed to preen under the praise. "Can you suck my cock just as well as you did Neal's? I won't last very long but I know how much you like it," he said, running two fingers along Archie's lips. "I'm so fucking lucky," he muttered, and Neal couldn't help but agree. He palmed his soft dick a little, feeling arousal curl in his gut just watching Cook and Archie interact.
Cook sprawled back against the headboard of the bed and Archie leaned down, the muscles in his back and stomach tense and trembling as he spread his legs to try and keep his balance. He opened his mouth easily and sucked Cook's cock down, bobbing his head and swallowing down the whole length immediately. His eyes closed and Cook groaned, the noise filling up the room as he petted Archie's hair gently.
"That's it, that's perfect, you're so, so good," he cooed, and Archie made soft, muffled noises and he slurped and sucked enthusiastically, his back curving and his ass jutting out a little. Neal watched, unable to look away.
"Neal," Cook said, and Neal jerked a little. He hadn't expected Cook to call his name like. "Neal, c'mere," Cook asked, and Neal got up and walked over the bed hesitantly. Cook motioned to Archie. "He was good, right?" Neal nodded dumbly. What was he supposed to say? "I think he deserves a little something, doesn't he?"
Archie's eyes flicked up at Neal, and Neal could see the hope in them. Neal nodded again.
"Good," Cook sounded pleased. "Get your fingers wet Neal, I want you to finger fuck him." Then Cook laughed and changed his grip on Archie's hair. "Easy Archie," he said, groaning at whatever Archie was doing to him. "Don't get so excited, I'll come too soon." He tugged on the boy's hair, like a reprimand, only Archie was practically vibrating in excitement.
Neal didn't hesitate any longer, but knelt on the bed and held two fingers near Cook's cock, slotting them up against his dick until Archie got the hint and sank his mouth down around those too. "Get them really wet," Neal warned, and Archie hummed and increased his pace, coating Neal's fingers with saliva. He pulled them out after a few minutes and positioned himself behind Archie's ass, which presented itself beautifully.
He ran a hand down the curve without thinking, and Archie groaned and pushed back into his touch. Neal looked up and met Cook's eyes over Archie's bobbing head. Cook's mouth quirked up a little.
"Don't tease," he said, and Neal shook his head, slipping one finger along the crease of Archie's ass until he touched the puckered hole. He didn't waste any time, just pushed the tip of his finger in, and then the rest, in and in and in, feeling Archie's hot body welcome him and wrap around him. It was so fucking tight, but he found little resistance, and soon he was pumping the one finger in and out regularly.
"Both now," Cook directed, and Neal automatically obeyed, pushing in both fingers and twisting them so he could curl his fingers up. Archie yanked his head back suddenly, off of Cook's cock and gasped sharply.
"Oh!" he said loudly, "oh, oh, please, harder, harder," and Neal complied, gripping Archie's hip with his free hand as he fucked the other one into Archie's ass in sharp, jerky motions, feeling his own dick start to fill as Archie made loud, uninhibited sounds, leaning back onto Neal's fingers. The sounds stopped abruptly, and Neal looked up from where he was watching his fingers disappear into Archie's ass to see Cook gripped Archie's hair and fucking up into his mouth. His eyes were on Archie's mouth and he was breathing heavily, but Neal wouldn't have known he was about to come until he saw Cook's eyes close suddenly and heard Archie make a soft, muffled sound. Neal watched, amazed, as Archie swallowed, could see the muscles in his back flex a little as he levered off, trying to breathe. He withdrew his fingers as Cook grabbed Archie by the shoulders and hauled him up on his chest, kissing him messily, Cook hand slipping around his ass to press a finger in.
Neal scooted closer and pressed his two wet fingers in alongside Cook's dry one, and together they fingerfucked the boy until all he was doing was making unintelligible noises into Cook's mouth, pants and gasps and keening sounds that had Neal fully erect again, his dick throbbing and desperate to fuck into his ass. Neal reached around between Cook and Archie's bodies and took hold of Archie's dick, but it only took three firm strokes before the boy was exploding, coming hard in long spurts that coated Cook's chest and stomach.
He rode their fingers for a little while longer until his thighs were shaking, and then leaned back against Neal, who hurried to undo the ties around his wrist, and gently laid him to the side. He looked exhausted, fucked out and mouth tender looking. He was coated in ejaculate, Neal's and his own, and Neal would bet his throat was scraped raw by now.
Cook smiled, looking at Neal. "I see you're ready for round two," he teased, palming Neal's erection. "Archie, roll over."
Title: Stroke Me
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG
Prompt: Archie is a cat-boy. Cat tail and cat ears, please, but it's up to you how cat-like vs. how human his behavior is. (Collar = bonus points) Cook or Neal (or both!) have a thing for cat-boys. They like to treat their cat well, stroke him just right so he purrs.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~1030
The way Archie finds out he likes his ears petted is sort of, um. It's not his fault! It's not like he walks around asking people to touch his ears and tail, and usually people are pretty respectful of it since he knows he sort of, like, flinches when people reach out in amazement. He doesn't get why they think it's so cool. It's not like the feline gene is that rare, just sort of, um, rare in boys. (But he's still not the only cat-boy who exists, just the only one in his high school, and apparently that makes him like, a novelty or something.)
So anyway, he's not really used to being touched, except then he met Cook (or, well, David Cook, and that's actually how he got his nickname 'Archie'? Because there were two Davids? But he kind of likes it, so) and Cook doesn't really... It's like he doesn't understand personal space. But he does it so naturally, putting his hands all over Archie like that, that Archie didn't really notice at first. Until Cook started laying his hand on Archie's neck, and then started to pet his hair, and eventually he just ran his hand through Archie's hair, staring intently into his eyes, and rubbed his fingers gently, slowly, over Archie's delicate black cat ears.
Archie had flinched automatically, almost before Cook had touched them, and then - and then they'd started to tingle, and he'd tried to make a sound, like an 'Oh!' but it came out as a purr, and he didn't even know he could purr! His tail curled up on it's own accord, and he tilted his head, still purring, into Cook's hand. He saw Cook's eyes widen, felt his hand curl and shift and he couldn't help it, leaned closer, and Cook's other hand touched his hip gently and then slid to his lower back to hold him closer and Archie didn't even care that everyone else was staring, gosh, it just felt so good.
After that Cook kind of, he didn't do it all the time, but just sometimes his face would go all focused and intense and Archie, Archie must have started to anticipate it because his heart would beat all fast and he'd started leaning in even before Cook touched him. But it felt - it made him shiver, and it made his stomach hot, and he'd close his eyes, and one time he caught himself mewling in disappointment when Cook pulled away! So embarrassing!
So, um, yeah! Archie liked having his ears stroked. But only by Cook. And that was - interesting. He started to kind of get nervous around Cook, like, anxious? And hot. And he noticed how pretty Cook's eyes were, and how his mouth moved, and the way he sounded when he sang. Not to mention his, his arms, and his thighs, and the couple of tattoos he'd shown Archie (who couldn't believe Cook's mother let him do that to himself, but they were sort of cool, really, and Archie wanted to touch them) and it wasn't until much too late that Archie realized he had a crush on Cook.
It made him feel miserable and awful for like a week, and he tried to avoid Cook but it was hard to, especially when Cook would get that look on his face, all hurt and worried and ask "What's wrong Archie? Is it something I did?" until finally he just burst out "I like you!" and Cook just - just stopped, dead in tracks and stared at Archie, and Archie felt like he was shaking and his ears were flat with fear and adrenaline and his tail was whipping back and forth in agitation.
"I like you too much, I like it when you touch me, I like the way you look, I like the way you sound, and sometimes, when you stare at me, and - and when you - when you pet me, I get all hot, and I think about kissing you, and I'm sorry!" he said, without really meaning to. It all just tumbled out. And the look on Cook's face - he bolted.
He was surprised the next day when Cook cornered him after his chemistry class. Cook was holding a thin box and looked nervous, but happy, his smile as shy as Archie had ever seen it. Cook offered the box to him.
"I got you something," Cook said helpfully, and then rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful. "I hope it's not - well, um, just open it."
Archie opened it. Inside lay a little blue collar with a tiny golden bell attached. Stitched in gold thread on the outside was 'David' and Archie felt his breath catch in his throat. He looked up at Cook, alarmed.
"I thought, maybe - since you like me, and-" Cook started, "It's - it's a collar. I thought it would look good on you. And see, David, like, like your name, and like mine." Cook reached out to run a finger over the collar, and then lifted it from the box to hold up. "Can I put it on you?" he asked shyly.
Archie didn't know what to say, so he just nodded, feeling weirdly hot and shivery at the same time. Cook smiled brightly and buckled the collar around his neck, smoothing it so it lay flat against his throat. It fit perfectly, close, but not so tight that he couldn't breathe. He swallowed, and felt it against tighten against his skin.
Cook tapped the bell gently and it pealed out a bright, sunny sound. Then Cook cupped the back of his head and leaned in and kissed him soundly, his fingers sliding into Archie's hair and one thumb stroking over his left ear. Archie mewled and clutched onto Cook's jacket helplessly.
He was breathless when Cook pulled away, swaying a little. Cook laughed against his mouth, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and mumbled "I like you too," like a secret, when really the evidence was there around his neck, for all the world to see.
'David', and his bell jingled happily.
Title: Love is a Battlefield
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Archuleta/Benton Paul
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Archie slaps someone in the face with his cock. Bonus points if its not Cook or Neal.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Archuleta or Benton Paul and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~916
He didn't mean to! It was - they hadn't seen each other in a long time, okay, hadn't touched each other in what felt like forever, and it was all just a lot to take! At first they hadn't been able to stop kissing, lips meeting over and over again as their hands relearned each other's bodies, and then Benton's hand had snuck lower and started rubbing him firmly through his pants... Well, David just groaned and bucked his hips up eagerly. He slid a hand up Benton's shirt and touched his chest and nipples gently, then got rougher as things heated up, until they were both hard and aching and grinding against each other desperately. Finally Benton stripped them both down and made David stand with his hands behind his back, and when Benton sank to his knees and blew a warm, moist breath over David's already leaking hard cock, David couldn't - he couldn't stop the way his lower half jerked forward helplessly.
Of course, Benton hadn't been expecting that.
His mouth had been half open, still teasingly blowing on David's dick when David's hips stuttered forward sharply, and David's length bopped Benton sharply on the side of his face. It made a weirdly solid thwack! sound that seemed to echo hollowly in the open space of Benton's mouth. David's hands flew up to his mouth, horrified that he'd just - he'd just slapped Benton in the fact with his erection! Benton looked surprised, his eyebrows lifted comically.
"Ohmygosh I am so sorry!" David squeaked, even though, even though his dick was kind of like throbbing, and it had felt good, and the sound - he did a full body shiver and closed his eyes, mortified.
Benton just looked up at him thoughtfully and then licked his lips (beautiful, beautiful lips that always make him feel good no matter what they do, whether they're wrapping around the words in a song or wrapping around his hard cock) and smiled. His eyes were bright and he looked - mischievous. His hands came up to cup David's hips and he stroked his thumbs into the grooved there, leaning forward to nuzzle at David's bobbing arousal, licking a long stripe up the hot heat of it. David whined and lowered his hands to Benton's hair, grabbing a fistful.
"It's okay," Benton murmured, drawing back a little and rubbing soothing circles on David's skin. "If - if you liked it. If you want to do it again."
"I -" David stared at him, unsure and confused until his cock twitched valiantly and he realized yes, he did want to. "I can? I - oh gosh, yes, let me," he babbled, and then grabbed at the base of his erection and tilted Benton's face up with his other hand, holding him in place and slapping the side of his boyfriend's cheek firmly with the length of his erection.
It made another solid, satisfying thwack, and Benton closed his eyes reverently, licking his lips again, letting his jaw drop a little so he could pant, and David moaned. He looked down, tracing Benton's parted lips with his thumb and saw that Benton was stroking his cock, slow, firm pulls and it made David even hotter. He shifted and bumped the head of his dick against Benton's nose, along his cheekbone, and finally tapped it firmly against Benton's open mouth, gasping as the softness of Benton's lips and the heat of his breath hit his cock, and how Benton opened his mouth wider and licked at David's bouncing cock with his tongue, those brief hints of wet, velvety touch making him shiver and shake until he was panting. He hit Benton a little harder and moaned at the loud, wet, lewd sound it made, and how Benton stared up at him with huge eyes, his pupils blown wide.
"I think," David said, almost quivering with the way this made him feel, hot and powerful and wrong and good, "I think you should suck me now," and his voice managed not to break, though he did gasp erratically when Benton didn't even hesitate, just impatiently shoved David's hand away from the base of his cock so he could fit his own hand there and swallowed him down.
"Benton," David gasped and yanked at Benton's voluminous hair, threading his fingers in the dark mess, "Benton Benton Benton Benton," he chanted, but his boyfriend ignored him, just worked his jaw a little more expertly, using his tongue to draw out David's dirtiest moans. David chanced a look down - he could see wetness from his pre-cum on Benton's cheek, how shiny and a little pink it looked from being slapped (or maybe because Benton had been blushing, David couldn't really tell, only knew that it was super super hot) and he felt his orgasm build up in a rush, his balls drawing up tight and quick and then he was mewling and pulling out and coming all over Benton's face.
He immediately dropped to his knees, a little shakily, and ran his fingers through the mess on Benton's face, kissing him gently on his forehead and chin and cheeks and nose, and finally kissed him wetly, tilting his head back and sliding his tongue in appreciatively. His own ejaculate was getting on his face now, but he didn't care, couldn't care, just reached for Benton's still-hard cock and mumbled "What do you want?" into Benton's mouth as Benton laughed breathlessly and tugged him closer.
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Really fantastic sloppy blowjob fic. IDC who.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~1215
David really likes sucking cock.
Specifically he likes sucking Cook's cock, but there's an embarrassing part of him that insists he wouldn't mind giving Neal a go, or Andy, or like, anyone, because even though he loves Cook, really, it's not love that prompts him to sink to his knees and fit his mouth over Cook's erection.
Maybe in the beginning it was, but now it's because he likes it, the weight and the length and the feel of it stretching his mouth, his lips sore and tired feeling afterwards, his jaw aching a little (or a lot) and his tongue nearly numb and tingly from working it so enthusiastically over Cook's length. He likes it best when Cook's sitting on the bed and he can nestle between his legs and run his hands up and down his powerful thighs and just sink his mouth down, adjusting the angle himself and choosing the pace he wants.
Like now, keeping one hand on Cook’s stomach, keeping him flat on his back, the other gripping Cook’s left leg firmly, and he’s getting an awkward crick in his neck from trying to maintain the angle, but it’s perfect because he can take that few extra inches in and loves the way it makes Cook shiver and sweat. He tries to keep his lips a tight seal around the girth of Cook’s cock, but it’s hard to hold on to when Cook starts to swear and buck his hips up. David tightens his grip on Cook’s thighs and breathes in deeply through his nose, trying not to choke as he tongues the underside of Cook’s erection. He tastes good, like a man, and David can’t help but whimper a little to himself, drawing his mouth up so he can gasp for breath, saliva dripping from his mouth as he panted, his lip red and raw already. Cook swears and grips the base of his cock tightly, staring at David like he’s made of gold.
“Fuck, Archie,” Cook says, “Jesus, your mouth,” he moans, and David smiles a little, knowing how shy it will look, loving the way Cook throws his head back as if he can’t bear to look at him. It’s - it’s an interesting feeling of power, and David can’t help but admit he loves the thrill of it.
He bats Cook’s hand out of the way, gripping his cock with his own hands, licking the head messily. He stares up at Cook as he does, using the flat of his tongue against the flat of Cook’s cockhead, pausing at the tip to press the point of his tongue there gently, and then drawing away. It makes Cook’s dick jerk mightily in his hand, and he bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling widely. He fits his lips just around the flare of Cook’s cut cock and sucks hard, like it was something delicious, candy or a lollipop or a popsicle. He knows Cook likes it when he makes noises, so he groans in the back of his throat and swirls his tongue around the head of Cook’s erection.
He tilts his head and runs his lips sloppily down the shaft, sucking wetly up and down until he reached Cook’s ball. He abandoned Cook’s cock in favor of sucking on the soft, round sacks, licking his way around them and drawing them into his mouth, sharp pangs of self-satisfaction striking him at Cook’s low, shaky gasps and the way he grabs at David’s hair not-so-gently. It makes him feel weirdly powerful, despite being in what a lot of people would consider a ‘submissive’ pose, and he licks at Cook’s balls lovingly one more time before pulling away.
David takes a minute to admire Cook, the long line of his body, the colorful tattoos. He watches the rise and fall of Cook’s chest and reaches up to brush a hand over the sheen of sweat on Cook’s pecs, humming a little as he touches a nipple and rolls it between his fingers.
“Suck me,” Cook begs, tugging at David’s hair again, his fingers still tangled up in it. David nods and drops his head again, kissing Cook’s hips, and then the top of his length, and then he opens wide and goes for it.
He doesn’t try to keep his lips tight around the shaft anymore, but bobs his head like he’s seen in pornos (not that he’d meant to watch them, but really, Neal should learn to label his DVDs, dang it) and presses down hard on Cook’s hips, anticipating the wild thrusts upward that come, accompanied by Cook swearing and growling and the hand on the back of his head, shoving him down. He doesn’t care that he’s drooling as he sucks, and it sounds super wet and sloppy and it is super wet and messy, saliva dripping from his mouth all the way down Cook’s cock, shiny and slick. His lips are going to be numb and his tongue feels weird and raspy already, but he doesn’t care. It’s worth it when he can feel Cook’s heat and the twitch of his cock, and hear his wordless cries from above, and he reaches down to cup Cook’s balls, which have drawn in tight, and squeezes, gently, and that’s when Cook makes a strangled sound, low and choked off and hot, and he comes.
His mouth is so stuffed full of Cook’s erection that he doesn’t even bother trying to keep Cook’s stuff in his mouth, just chokes some it down, swallowing automatically, but the rest of it just drips out of his mouth and down Cook’s cock, sloppily. David pulls off, coughing a little, but Cook is still coming and it’s messy, getting on his cheeks and his hands and he smears it down Cook’s length, pumping a few times just to feel it, just to watch Cook’s mouth wrap around those filthy words he secretly loves so much and to watch his body shiver. He looks down at the aftermath - there’s cum and spit everywhere, and it’s smeared all over Cook’s cock and balls, and on his thighs, and on his hips, and even on his stomach, and David can’t help the burst of arousal in his stomach, and he reaches down to squeeze his own cock helplessly. He crawls up onto Cook’s body and leans up for a kiss, rubbing his ejaculate covered mouth over Cook’s, licking at it playfully, and rubbing his hips against Cook’s stomach.
“Was that good enough?” He asks breathlessly and, ow, it kind of - kind of hurts to talk. But a good hurt, and he nuzzles Cook’s scratchy jaw, unable to stop himself from licking and biting there too.
“Jesus Christ,” Cook says in return, and then rolls him over forcefully. “I’m going to finger fuck you until you can’t even talk,” he promises, looming above David with a wild, intense look in his eyes, and David whines, arches, and can’t wait.
Title: Barbie Girl
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: archie toyporn - the dildo should be glittery and hot pink
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~2318
David totally doesn't understand how Cook has the higher brain function to like, form sentences while they're doing this, because his is completely gone. The sheets are a mess around them, and Cook is naked and heavy on top of him, and he's sweaty, in a good way, in a sex-sweat kind of way, and his face is pressed up against David's, and he keeps kissing him, growling and laughing a little at the tiny, totally embarrassing noises that David keeps making. Cook has three fingers crammed inside David's hole, and his thumb is pressing up behind David's balls and it's rubbing a little, and David can't even think, all he can see is white and flashes of Cook's smug looking face. All he can think about is how he hopes Cook is going to fuck him soon, because if that hot, hard length pressed against him is any indication, Cook is just as into this as he is. (Which is awesome because there's nothing better than Cook shoving his legs up and apart and grunting as he slides into David, or flipping him on his hands and knees and laying across his back, licking and kissing the back of his neck as he buries his cock deep in David's ass, or - David likes it when Cook fucks him, in pretty much any position they can manage, and just thinking about it is making him kind of, um, needy and he shoves his hips down a little so Cook's finger press up harder and oh that feels good.)
Cook leans up to lick his ear and it's wet and he shivers and then Cook starts to talk and David is just so, so confused. Why is he talking? Why isn't he getting the condom and the lube and telling him to lay on his stomach, or his side, or to climb up on his lap?
"Remember when he had that big storm a few days ago?" Cook purrs into his ear, kissing a high spot on his neck, by his jaw. David can't connect the dots. Storm..? Why would Cook be talking about the thunder storm that had shaken LA during sex? But he does remember it (barely, considering the way Cook's fingers are pressing up, up, up, and how his thumb is stroking his perineum wickedly) and nods jerkily, moaning and Cook twists his wrist expertly. Cook's other hand is high on his ribcage, and strokes along David's side soothingly.
"Remember how it knocked out the power in your hotel?" He asks, and David nods again - it had been a bit scary, since they were instructed not to leave their rooms, but it had worked out fine, just he and Cook in the dark, listening to the storm rage around them, waiting for the power to come back on. "Remember how I looked everywhere for a flashlight? In the drawers, in the closets, in the safe, behind the furniture, under the bed..." Cook trails off and huffs a laugh into David's ear, and David can't help but think he's clearly missing a piece of the puzzle since none of this makes sense, especially when Cook is still fingerfucking him and grinding his dick against David's stomach.
But then Cook draws away suddenly, pulling his hand free and lifting his body up so he's straddling David's thighs. David whines at the loss, feeling empty and weirdly hollow, but Cook leans over to their 'unmentionables' drawer (or, at least that's what David calls it, he's pretty sure Cook calls it the 'sexy shelf' which is just embarrassing, and also inaccurate - it's so not a shelf!) and his heart rate picks up again. Only - only Cook is smirking when he returns upright, and he's holding - he's holding -
Oh, no.
"So, I was looking for a flashlight, high and low, and lo and behold what do I find under the bed, but this." Cook is holding his dildo. He's - Cook found his dildo. David feels like he might die. He can feel heat rush to his cheeks suddenly, and even though it's embarrassing, seeing Cook hold his - his toy like that, wagging it back and forth with a raised eyebrow... It's kind of hot. It's really hot.
Cook gives the toy a long look and strokes his fist over it thoughtfully.
"Pretty sure this is a girl's dildo," Cook remarks coolly, smiling at David naughtily. And - and David doesn't even know if dildos come in 'his and hers' but they had totally run out of the neutral color he had wanted and gosh he'd just been so desperate during Cook's tour... "I didn't know you liked glitter." Cook teases, and David flushes even more. He knows it's silly, but he likes his pink, glittery dildo. It's just the right size, reminds him of Cook actually, and it's not like he's staring at the color when he, you know, uses it.
"In fact," Cook continues, though he's shifting positions on top of David, and his cock brushes up against David's, and David remembers that he's really turned on and gasps, but Cook ignores him, "not only do I think this is a girl's dildo, I think it's Barbie's dildo." He's got a palmful of lube and he's spreading it over the pink toy liberally, and David's stomach does that weird, flippy, jumpy thing it always does when he realizes he's going to get fucked. His body burns for it, and suddenly it hits him that Cook's going to be using the toy on him, and, and why is that such a turn on? He doesn't know, but he doesn't care, he just wants it, so badly.
Cook gives him a dark, amused look while fisting the dildo pornographically. "Is that what you are Archie? A doll? A Barbie? My doll?" He slides forward and looms over David, leaning down to kiss him hungrily, possessively. "Are you my sex toy?" Cook asks huskily against his mouth, and David moans, heat flushing through his whole body. This should be degrading, it should feel bad, but it only makes him want Cook more, makes him wild for it, and he bucks his hips, gripping onto Cook's strong shoulders.
"You'd do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?" His boyfriend says, mouthing the words against his jaw, licking into his mouth and tilting his head forcefully. "But you want this. You want me to fuck you with this dildo like the toy you are, don't you baby?" Cook leans away a little, to look into his eyes, but David can't even speak. "Say it," Cook commands lowly.
"Oh gosh, please," he bursts out, shoving his knees up and spreading his thighs so Cook settles between them even more, their erections slipping and sliding against each other, both wet and leaking from the foreplay. "Please, I want - I need, take me, take me, I'm your, I'm anything you want me to be, yes."
It's good enough for Cook, who gives him one last searing kiss before drawing back. "Okay baby, okay," he soothes, and then grabs at David's hips and flips him over. "On your elbows and knees," he murmurs, and slaps David's ass sharply. David gasps and scrambles to obey, jutting his ass up and out like he knows Cook wants, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and along the bridge of his nose and onto the bed below him.
He's shaking, he realizes faintly, and knows it's from anticipation.
Cook hums a little and presses one finger back into David's hole. It's a relief, almost, and David can't help but flex a little around the digit, pushing back sluttily as Cook chuckles and rubs teasingly back and forth along the edge. It's not enough, and David grunts in frustration, gritting his teeth against the fleeting, barely-there sensation. But then he can feel the thick, rubbery tip of his dildo pressing against his hole and his stomach swoops happily. He takes a breath and lets it out, trying to relax as Cook lays a hand on his ass and begins to press forward, until just the tip of the toy is inside.
"Ohmygosh Cook," David says, his ass automatically tightening around the intrusion, trying to draw it in further but Cook is mean and keeps it there, twisting and pushing in and out in tiny increments. It's maddening, and David bites his bottom lip but he can't help the guttural noises that keep spilling from his throat, the way his hole is tingling and how every tiny movement is sending sparks of electricity and arousal all through his body.
Cook's big hand on his asscheek spreads him even further and he feels like he's on display. From the soft, appreciative moan from Cook, David guesses it's a good view, and feels a hot wave of satisfaction, absurdly pleased with how his boyfriend draws pleasure from his body. It feels so good to be admired, and he rolls his hips a little, trying to rotate his ass around the hot pink dildo. It must look - it must look really crazy, or like, slutty because Cook mumbles "Oh yeah, baby, fuck" and rubs his thumb up against the place where his hole is stretched around the tip of the toy. It feels amazing.
"Cook," David rasps brokenly, dropping his head even lower and curving his back up, knowing how much Cook loves it when he uses his body like that, and sure enough Cook leans up to lick the small of his back lovingly, licking away the sweat, biting at the swell of his ass possessively. Then he starts to slide the dildo in slowly.
"Harder," David bites out, "faster," but Cook just laughs and reaches beneath them to pull on David's cock lazily. David nearly comes right then, he hadn't been expecting it, and he says, "Fuck!" without meaning to. Cook pauses, clearly as surprised as David.
"Did you just swear?" Cook asks, amazed, and, okay, sometimes Cook asked him to like, beg Cook to fuck him, but he'd never just sworn by his own accord, and, um. "Holy shit that is so hot," Cook breathes out, and David can tell he's telling the truth by how his breathing changes, gets heavier and faster. "You really are like my greatest fantasy, you know that right?" He pushes the dildo in further, and David's mind goes offline for a few seconds, it's so good, so full, so tight, and Cook hasn't stopped stroking his cock and his abs keep like, jumping, and he feels like he's just trying to hold off his orgasm already.
"I look at you," Cook is still talking why is he still talking? David can't even think but, oh, he never wants Cook to stop talking, not when he uses that voice, low and husky and naughty. "I look at you and I want you all the time. You don't even know what you do me, the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you dress, the way you sit, the way you laugh, your smile, your eyes, when you roll your sleeves up, when you tug at your collar, everything about you makes me want you." David feels like he's melting. And Cook slides the dildo all the way home, pushing down and then up a little and he sees stars and shouts wordlessly, shoving back helplessly to keep the pressure up, right there, right against his prostate oh gosh yes yes yes.
"Cook please," David begs, "I need to - I can't-" and he's out of words, he can't see anything at all, he can only feel the way Cook's hand tightens on his leaking, rock hard cock and the sweat that's dripping off his body, and how Cook says roughly, "Okay baby, okay, hold tight," and pulls out and then shoves in, sharp, snappy movements that are deep but quick and everything's a blur and he might be crying it feels so good, like lightning strikes of pleasure all through his body until Cook is swearing and panting and David can imagine his forearms bulging as they grip the pink, glittery dildo, slick with lube and pistoning in and out of his ass and it's everything combined that makes him scream and shake and come violently against his stomach.
He collapses, making low, sobbing sounds without meaning to, just wordless, incoherent moans, and it's so tender and almost hurts from oversensitivity when Cook pulls the dildo out that he buries his face in the arms, trying to even his breathing and slow his heartrate. Cook curls up next to him, pressing sweet kisses into his hair and running his hands down David's back lovingly.
"Mine, you're mine, you're perfect and you're mine," Cook repeats, and the words comfort him somehow, even though his brain is still muggy and fuzzy from the explosive orgasm. Cook nudges his thighs apart a little and then slides his own dripping, burning hot cock in between them, letting David clamp down gently and fucks in and out slowly, deliberately. David can barely pay attention, just sucks hungrily at a spot on Cook's collarbone as Cook moans and moans and snaps his hips forward, his dick slipping wetly and messily between David's thighs. David squeezes a little, drawing out whatever strength he had left and Cook swore and thrust twice more, coming hard.
"Who knew," Cook pants, after they'd both gotten their bearings a little more, "that David Archuleta would travel with a hot pink glittery dildo and hide it under his hotel bed." He grins at David, squeezing the back of his neck fondly. "That's pretty kinky baby."
David ducks his head shyly. "When you can't have the real thing..." He says, and shrugs.
Cook laughs. "You're better than any toy money can buy," he growls out, and tugs David in fiercely for a kiss.
Title: Pick Up Truck
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Dirty, dirty, hookup sex in the back of a car.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~962
Archie's not the type of boy to climb in the back of a pick up truck and let just anyone fuck him, but somehow he finds himself pinned down underneath David Cook, on top of a scratchy old blanket, with his shirt rucked up and David Cook's mouth on his stomach. He shivered a little and tried to lift up, but Cook's hands on his wrists were keeping him pretty well immobile - not that really wants to move. It's embarrassing to think he's just like those girls his mama always warned him about, the kind that wore short skirts and tight shirts and sometimes wore the same thing twice in a row with their hair all messy, like they spent the night somewhere they didn't have a change of clothes. And those were the girls that all the most popular guys at school liked, the kind of girls that Cook liked, but here he was, the lucky one getting pushed down and pawed at.
Maybe he should say no. But all day it was like Cook couldn't stop staring at him, and during the bonfire, at night, he'd come over and sat next to Archie, throwing an arm around his shoulders, that had slid down to his waist, and Cook had been warm and smelled nice and was so cute, and honestly Archie was just thrilled by the attention. He definitely shouldn't be here though, with Cook scrambling up to pull off his own shirt, and Cook's hands pawing at his jeans, and suddenly Cook's hands on his...
Archie moaned and arched up involuntarily, bucking his hips into Cooks' warm grip on his erection. Cook laughed and fell against him, licking a stripe against Archie's collarbone. "I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you," he chanted against Archie's skin, and it shouldn't have been hot at all, but it made Archie whine and grind his hips in a circle, his hands yanking free to grip Cook's hair. He wanted Cook to fuck him, wanted it as much as he'd wanted anything in his life, so he kicked off his shoes and helped Cook yank his pants down.
Cook didn't waste any time. He dug a little packet of lube and a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and then kicked those off, as well as boxers, and Archie could see how big and hard he was. He wanted to reach out and touch it, run his mouth along it and suck it into his mouth, but Cook was already rolled the condom down and slicking it up with one fist as he crawled over to Archie and pushed his legs up and away. Archie groaned as the cool night air hit him right in his most private places, a breeze he felt on his asshole, making him clench and roll his hips up shyly. He felt Cook's slick fingers at his hole, touching him gently, almost a little unsure. Archie eagerly pressed back, tilting his face up and making eye contact with Cook. Cook worked his finger in and Archie whimpered, exposing his throat as Cook started to fuck him with his fingers.
"Please," he mumbled, "please, it's okay just- just fuck me, Cook." He'd regret this in the morning, maybe, but right now all he wanted was for Cook to thrust into him and fill him up. His breaths started to come faster and faster and he whined a little when Cook pulled his fingers free. It probably wasn't enough preparation, but he didn't care. Cook smiled a little at him then pressed his legs even further apart and pushed into him.
"Jesus," Cook breathed at the same time Archie took a deep breath and tried not to make a sound. It hurt - it was - it was big and it felt like too much trying to fit into not enough space and he desperately wanted Cook to pull out, pull out, pull out, but he gritted his teeth and grabbed onto Cook's biceps, digging his fingernails in. Cook waited until his grip loosened a little, and then slid forward, and it didn't - it didn't hurt as much and Archie started to relax, and then Cook fucked forward again and then it felt good. By the sixth thrust Archie wondered why it had ever hurt in the first place, and he was gripping Cook's biceps hard again, but this time he was moaning instead of gritting his teeth.
"Oh, oh my gosh, yes, please, please, harder, faster, c'mon," he groaned, and Cook slammed in and up and Archie saw stars and howled and Cook said, "Oh my god, keep making those noises, fucking hell, fuck" until the whole truck was rocking with their motions, and it was sort of embarrassing, but mostly it was really awesome, especially when Cook fumbled for a minute and then grabbed Archie's erection and started to jerk him off as his balls smacked lewdly against the back of Archie's ass.
"I'm close," Archie whimpered, and Cook nodded frantically, his thighs straining as his dick pumped in and out.
"Come, come on Archie, do it, come for me," Cook panted, flicking his wrist, the same time Archie gasped out "Fuck me, please please, fuck me."
Cook said, "Shit, oh my god, fuck" and Archie felt his thrusts stutter and felt his balls jerk against his skin and cock twitch inside of him and he knew he had come inside the condom. Cook pulled out and Archie whimpered at the loss, but then Cook yanked his legs down and sank his mouth around Archie's erection and Archie couldn't think of much else but Cook's hot, perfect mouth and then he was moaning, and moaning, and coming down Cook's throat.
Title: Power Balance
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta/Neal Tiemann
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Come slut Archie.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~2504
"Please," Archie squirmed, his wrists tied loosely behind his back, Neal's hand on his jaw tilting his head up at an awkward angle. He looked up at him through his eyelashes and licked his lips, trying to walk forward on his knees, get closer to Neal who was naked and erect, and just out of touching distance.
"Please," he begged again, and Neal laughed a little incredulously, turning his head to glance at Cook who was sprawled out on the bed, also naked, and stroking his own cock lazily.
"Where the fuck did you find this kid?" Neal asked, turning back to Archie and curving his fingers so the index and middle finger slipped into his mouth. Archie practically purred and started to suck greedily, hollowing his cheeks and shoving Neal's fingers in way past the inked letters, groaning around them. It was enough to make Neal's dick throb desperately.
Cook laughed but didn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. "Would you believe I picked him up on this little karaoke show I did? He was just as hungry for it then, he just hid it better." Cook paused, squeezing the base of his erection. "Go on Neal, look at him - put him out of his misery."
Neal withdrew his fingers a little, letting Archie still suck and lick the tips of them, watching his pretty pink tongue as it continue to wet his fingers. "Alright," he said finally, clearing his throat a little and readjusting his grip on Archie's jaw. "Alright, what do you want? Do you want to suck my cock?" Archie nodded frantically and wiggled forward a little bit more. "Yeah you do," Neal murmured fondly, and slid his hand from Archie's jaw to the back of his head, tugging him forward so he could bury his face into Neal's crotch.
Archie made a soft, breathy, excited sound and opened his mouth, slotting it against the length and girth of Neal's cock, wetting his lips and running his mouth up and down the underside of his erection. He ducked his head lower to mouth at Neal's balls, sucking one, then the other into his mouth and humming happily. The angle was awkward with his hands tied behind his back, but it didn't seem to bother him as he licked a path back up from Neal's balls to the head of his cock, where he fitted his mouth over the head beautifully.
Neal sucked a breath in through his teeth, curling his fingers in Archie's hair, fighting the urge to shove his mouth down until his cock was bumping along the back of the boy's throat, but it was hard, especially when Archie looked up at him, and his ridiculous mouth was all stretched out around Neal's cock, and he was making noises like this was the best thing he'd done in ages. Archie sucked hard at the head and then just bobbed up and down a little bit, working his tongue like a professional and getting Neal to grit his teeth and plant his feet. He could see Archie's arms twitching a little bit, where the muscles flexed and jumped, like he wanted to hold onto something, Neal's thighs, maybe, or grip the base of his cock. Neal did it for him, gripping low and then pushing on Archie's head firmly.
"C'mon, suck, down, 'til your lips hit my fist, I know you can take it," Neal said, low and throaty. There was a moment where Archie adjusted his mouth, and then he was swallowing Neal's length down, his cheeks hollowed and spit sliding down Neal's cock from his mouth where he couldn't quite keep the seal of his mouth complete. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat and shut his eyes, sinking down until finally his mouth was pressed against Neal's fingers, curled around the base of his erection.
"Jesus," Neal said, trembling from the effort to not fuck up into Archie's hot, wet mouth. "Jesus fuck, you really want this don't you?" Archie made a a pathetic gurgling noise and sucked a little, swallowing around Neal's cock and Neal nearly lost it then, the heat and the pressure and the silky glide of Archie throat.
"Fuck his mouth," Cook said. Neal had forgotten he was there - he looked over, Cook's cock was hard as a rock, angry red and drooling at the tip, and Cook wasn't even touching it, his eyes blown huge and focused greedily on Neal and Archie. "He can take it, I promise, go ahead, fuck his mouth Neal."
Neal glanced at Archie, who was staring up at him, his dark lashes thick and innocent compared to the way Neal's dick was shoved half-way down Archie's throat. Neal could see Archie's erection, hot and hard and heavy, leaking a little without even being touched, and the way Archie undulated his tongue against him - it had to be a yes.
"Fuck yes," he hissed, and bracketed Archie's face in his hands, tilting his jaw until he tried an experimental thrust up. Archie let his jaw go slack, and everything was wet, and messy, and Neal snapped his hips up harder, drawing a sharp, surprised sound from Archie. Neal didn't hold back, once he realized Archie really could take it. He groaned and fucked hard into Archie's mouth, holding Archie's head in place and hissing out cusses as the head of his cock bruised the back of the boy's throat. Every time he thrust in, Archie's mouth dropped a little further on his cock until he was balls deep into his mouth on every upthrust, and Archie was gulping around his cock, and there were tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, just from the pressure and fullness and how hard it was to breathe.
The sight made Neal's balls curl up suddenly, and the rush of his orgasm almost swamped him, but he managed to fix his fist around the base and pull out of Archie's mouth. Archie looked wrecked, his mouth bright cherry red and jaw slack, saliva all around his mouth and down his chin and he was taking huge, gasping breaths. Neal jacked himself and grabbed Archie's chin.
"Did you like that? Did you like getting your mouth fucked?" He asked, and Archie said "Yes, yes, please, more, yes," desperately, scooting forward as close as he could and opening his mouth prettily, just waiting for Neal to put his cock back in. Neal shook his head, tilting his hips forward to slap Archie's cheek with his cock. The surprise on the boy's face was enough to make Neal's stomach clench hard, and he did it again, watching as Archie's eyes changed, the pupils going wider until he was practically leaning into the slap.
"Fucking hell, you really are a slut," he mumbled under his breath, not registering the soft, throaty laugh from the bed, from Cook. "Open wide sweetheart, maybe you can have some of my load in your mouth if you're very good."
Archie immediately opened up, licking his lips and tilting his head, eyes trained on Neal's cock as Neal's fist whipped up and down frantically until his orgasm rose up and washed over him, his cock jerking as he aimed towards Archie's face and came in long, jerky spurts, all over his cheeks and nose and lips, and into his mouth. He swore desperately, watching as some of it landed in Archie's dark hair, and in his eyelashes, and all over his lips. His legs felt like jelly by the time he finished, and Archie was a mess, covered in come and looking debauched.
"Swallow," Neal commanded with a rough voice, and Archie immediately shut his mouth and his eyes, mming and his throat undulated and he swallowed everything down. "Fuck," Neal said weakly. Archie's cock was still rock hard, his hands still tied behind his back, and just the sight of him was enough to make Neal's dick twitch feebly. He rubbed a rough hand along it, shivering at the aftershocks.
"Archie," Cook called, and they both turned towards Cook, who was only staring at Archie. "Come here," he commanded, and Neal fell back a few steps, sat down on the sofa, and watched as Archie scrambled to crawl to Cook, his hands being tied making it awkward and probably painful. His knees already looked bruised, just from being on them so long while he was sucking Neal's cock.
"Should I untie him?" Neal asked. Cook shook his head.
"No, he's fine. Come up here, Arch," Cook said, patting the bed, and Neal watched in fascination as Cook calmly waited, not helping, as Archie awkwardly maneuvered himself onto the bed, then as he knee-walked to Cook. His face was still covered in Neal's come, though it was messily smeared now, and Cook ran gentle fingers through the mess.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" He asked softly, almost too quietly for Neal to hear. Archie nodded shyly, which was - interesting. "Did you like Neal?" Archie nodded more emphatically, and Cook laughed. "I thought you would," he murmured to the boy, and rubbed his hands over Archie's shoulders. Cook leaned forward and said something into Archie's ear that Neal couldn't hear, but Archie smiled widely and Cook was smiling too as he pulled back.
"I'm so close already," Cook said casually, palming the head of his dick, which was wet and dark red, and it really did look like he was close. "Just from watching you baby, you did so good," he cooed, and it was amazing to watch Cook be like this with someone, be sweet and rough and demanding all at once. Archie seemed to preen under the praise. "Can you suck my cock just as well as you did Neal's? I won't last very long but I know how much you like it," he said, running two fingers along Archie's lips. "I'm so fucking lucky," he muttered, and Neal couldn't help but agree. He palmed his soft dick a little, feeling arousal curl in his gut just watching Cook and Archie interact.
Cook sprawled back against the headboard of the bed and Archie leaned down, the muscles in his back and stomach tense and trembling as he spread his legs to try and keep his balance. He opened his mouth easily and sucked Cook's cock down, bobbing his head and swallowing down the whole length immediately. His eyes closed and Cook groaned, the noise filling up the room as he petted Archie's hair gently.
"That's it, that's perfect, you're so, so good," he cooed, and Archie made soft, muffled noises and he slurped and sucked enthusiastically, his back curving and his ass jutting out a little. Neal watched, unable to look away.
"Neal," Cook said, and Neal jerked a little. He hadn't expected Cook to call his name like. "Neal, c'mere," Cook asked, and Neal got up and walked over the bed hesitantly. Cook motioned to Archie. "He was good, right?" Neal nodded dumbly. What was he supposed to say? "I think he deserves a little something, doesn't he?"
Archie's eyes flicked up at Neal, and Neal could see the hope in them. Neal nodded again.
"Good," Cook sounded pleased. "Get your fingers wet Neal, I want you to finger fuck him." Then Cook laughed and changed his grip on Archie's hair. "Easy Archie," he said, groaning at whatever Archie was doing to him. "Don't get so excited, I'll come too soon." He tugged on the boy's hair, like a reprimand, only Archie was practically vibrating in excitement.
Neal didn't hesitate any longer, but knelt on the bed and held two fingers near Cook's cock, slotting them up against his dick until Archie got the hint and sank his mouth down around those too. "Get them really wet," Neal warned, and Archie hummed and increased his pace, coating Neal's fingers with saliva. He pulled them out after a few minutes and positioned himself behind Archie's ass, which presented itself beautifully.
He ran a hand down the curve without thinking, and Archie groaned and pushed back into his touch. Neal looked up and met Cook's eyes over Archie's bobbing head. Cook's mouth quirked up a little.
"Don't tease," he said, and Neal shook his head, slipping one finger along the crease of Archie's ass until he touched the puckered hole. He didn't waste any time, just pushed the tip of his finger in, and then the rest, in and in and in, feeling Archie's hot body welcome him and wrap around him. It was so fucking tight, but he found little resistance, and soon he was pumping the one finger in and out regularly.
"Both now," Cook directed, and Neal automatically obeyed, pushing in both fingers and twisting them so he could curl his fingers up. Archie yanked his head back suddenly, off of Cook's cock and gasped sharply.
"Oh!" he said loudly, "oh, oh, please, harder, harder," and Neal complied, gripping Archie's hip with his free hand as he fucked the other one into Archie's ass in sharp, jerky motions, feeling his own dick start to fill as Archie made loud, uninhibited sounds, leaning back onto Neal's fingers. The sounds stopped abruptly, and Neal looked up from where he was watching his fingers disappear into Archie's ass to see Cook gripped Archie's hair and fucking up into his mouth. His eyes were on Archie's mouth and he was breathing heavily, but Neal wouldn't have known he was about to come until he saw Cook's eyes close suddenly and heard Archie make a soft, muffled sound. Neal watched, amazed, as Archie swallowed, could see the muscles in his back flex a little as he levered off, trying to breathe. He withdrew his fingers as Cook grabbed Archie by the shoulders and hauled him up on his chest, kissing him messily, Cook hand slipping around his ass to press a finger in.
Neal scooted closer and pressed his two wet fingers in alongside Cook's dry one, and together they fingerfucked the boy until all he was doing was making unintelligible noises into Cook's mouth, pants and gasps and keening sounds that had Neal fully erect again, his dick throbbing and desperate to fuck into his ass. Neal reached around between Cook and Archie's bodies and took hold of Archie's dick, but it only took three firm strokes before the boy was exploding, coming hard in long spurts that coated Cook's chest and stomach.
He rode their fingers for a little while longer until his thighs were shaking, and then leaned back against Neal, who hurried to undo the ties around his wrist, and gently laid him to the side. He looked exhausted, fucked out and mouth tender looking. He was coated in ejaculate, Neal's and his own, and Neal would bet his throat was scraped raw by now.
Cook smiled, looking at Neal. "I see you're ready for round two," he teased, palming Neal's erection. "Archie, roll over."
Title: Stroke Me
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG
Prompt: Archie is a cat-boy. Cat tail and cat ears, please, but it's up to you how cat-like vs. how human his behavior is. (Collar = bonus points) Cook or Neal (or both!) have a thing for cat-boys. They like to treat their cat well, stroke him just right so he purrs.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Cook or David Archuleta and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~1030
The way Archie finds out he likes his ears petted is sort of, um. It's not his fault! It's not like he walks around asking people to touch his ears and tail, and usually people are pretty respectful of it since he knows he sort of, like, flinches when people reach out in amazement. He doesn't get why they think it's so cool. It's not like the feline gene is that rare, just sort of, um, rare in boys. (But he's still not the only cat-boy who exists, just the only one in his high school, and apparently that makes him like, a novelty or something.)
So anyway, he's not really used to being touched, except then he met Cook (or, well, David Cook, and that's actually how he got his nickname 'Archie'? Because there were two Davids? But he kind of likes it, so) and Cook doesn't really... It's like he doesn't understand personal space. But he does it so naturally, putting his hands all over Archie like that, that Archie didn't really notice at first. Until Cook started laying his hand on Archie's neck, and then started to pet his hair, and eventually he just ran his hand through Archie's hair, staring intently into his eyes, and rubbed his fingers gently, slowly, over Archie's delicate black cat ears.
Archie had flinched automatically, almost before Cook had touched them, and then - and then they'd started to tingle, and he'd tried to make a sound, like an 'Oh!' but it came out as a purr, and he didn't even know he could purr! His tail curled up on it's own accord, and he tilted his head, still purring, into Cook's hand. He saw Cook's eyes widen, felt his hand curl and shift and he couldn't help it, leaned closer, and Cook's other hand touched his hip gently and then slid to his lower back to hold him closer and Archie didn't even care that everyone else was staring, gosh, it just felt so good.
After that Cook kind of, he didn't do it all the time, but just sometimes his face would go all focused and intense and Archie, Archie must have started to anticipate it because his heart would beat all fast and he'd started leaning in even before Cook touched him. But it felt - it made him shiver, and it made his stomach hot, and he'd close his eyes, and one time he caught himself mewling in disappointment when Cook pulled away! So embarrassing!
So, um, yeah! Archie liked having his ears stroked. But only by Cook. And that was - interesting. He started to kind of get nervous around Cook, like, anxious? And hot. And he noticed how pretty Cook's eyes were, and how his mouth moved, and the way he sounded when he sang. Not to mention his, his arms, and his thighs, and the couple of tattoos he'd shown Archie (who couldn't believe Cook's mother let him do that to himself, but they were sort of cool, really, and Archie wanted to touch them) and it wasn't until much too late that Archie realized he had a crush on Cook.
It made him feel miserable and awful for like a week, and he tried to avoid Cook but it was hard to, especially when Cook would get that look on his face, all hurt and worried and ask "What's wrong Archie? Is it something I did?" until finally he just burst out "I like you!" and Cook just - just stopped, dead in tracks and stared at Archie, and Archie felt like he was shaking and his ears were flat with fear and adrenaline and his tail was whipping back and forth in agitation.
"I like you too much, I like it when you touch me, I like the way you look, I like the way you sound, and sometimes, when you stare at me, and - and when you - when you pet me, I get all hot, and I think about kissing you, and I'm sorry!" he said, without really meaning to. It all just tumbled out. And the look on Cook's face - he bolted.
He was surprised the next day when Cook cornered him after his chemistry class. Cook was holding a thin box and looked nervous, but happy, his smile as shy as Archie had ever seen it. Cook offered the box to him.
"I got you something," Cook said helpfully, and then rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful. "I hope it's not - well, um, just open it."
Archie opened it. Inside lay a little blue collar with a tiny golden bell attached. Stitched in gold thread on the outside was 'David' and Archie felt his breath catch in his throat. He looked up at Cook, alarmed.
"I thought, maybe - since you like me, and-" Cook started, "It's - it's a collar. I thought it would look good on you. And see, David, like, like your name, and like mine." Cook reached out to run a finger over the collar, and then lifted it from the box to hold up. "Can I put it on you?" he asked shyly.
Archie didn't know what to say, so he just nodded, feeling weirdly hot and shivery at the same time. Cook smiled brightly and buckled the collar around his neck, smoothing it so it lay flat against his throat. It fit perfectly, close, but not so tight that he couldn't breathe. He swallowed, and felt it against tighten against his skin.
Cook tapped the bell gently and it pealed out a bright, sunny sound. Then Cook cupped the back of his head and leaned in and kissed him soundly, his fingers sliding into Archie's hair and one thumb stroking over his left ear. Archie mewled and clutched onto Cook's jacket helplessly.
He was breathless when Cook pulled away, swaying a little. Cook laughed against his mouth, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and mumbled "I like you too," like a secret, when really the evidence was there around his neck, for all the world to see.
'David', and his bell jingled happily.
Title: Love is a Battlefield
Author: x_heterophobic
Pairing: David Archuleta/Benton Paul
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Archie slaps someone in the face with his cock. Bonus points if its not Cook or Neal.
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not know either David Archuleta or Benton Paul and this is a piece of fiction solely from my imagination and not based on any true events.
Author Notes: For the kink meme here
Word Count: ~916
He didn't mean to! It was - they hadn't seen each other in a long time, okay, hadn't touched each other in what felt like forever, and it was all just a lot to take! At first they hadn't been able to stop kissing, lips meeting over and over again as their hands relearned each other's bodies, and then Benton's hand had snuck lower and started rubbing him firmly through his pants... Well, David just groaned and bucked his hips up eagerly. He slid a hand up Benton's shirt and touched his chest and nipples gently, then got rougher as things heated up, until they were both hard and aching and grinding against each other desperately. Finally Benton stripped them both down and made David stand with his hands behind his back, and when Benton sank to his knees and blew a warm, moist breath over David's already leaking hard cock, David couldn't - he couldn't stop the way his lower half jerked forward helplessly.
Of course, Benton hadn't been expecting that.
His mouth had been half open, still teasingly blowing on David's dick when David's hips stuttered forward sharply, and David's length bopped Benton sharply on the side of his face. It made a weirdly solid thwack! sound that seemed to echo hollowly in the open space of Benton's mouth. David's hands flew up to his mouth, horrified that he'd just - he'd just slapped Benton in the fact with his erection! Benton looked surprised, his eyebrows lifted comically.
"Ohmygosh I am so sorry!" David squeaked, even though, even though his dick was kind of like throbbing, and it had felt good, and the sound - he did a full body shiver and closed his eyes, mortified.
Benton just looked up at him thoughtfully and then licked his lips (beautiful, beautiful lips that always make him feel good no matter what they do, whether they're wrapping around the words in a song or wrapping around his hard cock) and smiled. His eyes were bright and he looked - mischievous. His hands came up to cup David's hips and he stroked his thumbs into the grooved there, leaning forward to nuzzle at David's bobbing arousal, licking a long stripe up the hot heat of it. David whined and lowered his hands to Benton's hair, grabbing a fistful.
"It's okay," Benton murmured, drawing back a little and rubbing soothing circles on David's skin. "If - if you liked it. If you want to do it again."
"I -" David stared at him, unsure and confused until his cock twitched valiantly and he realized yes, he did want to. "I can? I - oh gosh, yes, let me," he babbled, and then grabbed at the base of his erection and tilted Benton's face up with his other hand, holding him in place and slapping the side of his boyfriend's cheek firmly with the length of his erection.
It made another solid, satisfying thwack, and Benton closed his eyes reverently, licking his lips again, letting his jaw drop a little so he could pant, and David moaned. He looked down, tracing Benton's parted lips with his thumb and saw that Benton was stroking his cock, slow, firm pulls and it made David even hotter. He shifted and bumped the head of his dick against Benton's nose, along his cheekbone, and finally tapped it firmly against Benton's open mouth, gasping as the softness of Benton's lips and the heat of his breath hit his cock, and how Benton opened his mouth wider and licked at David's bouncing cock with his tongue, those brief hints of wet, velvety touch making him shiver and shake until he was panting. He hit Benton a little harder and moaned at the loud, wet, lewd sound it made, and how Benton stared up at him with huge eyes, his pupils blown wide.
"I think," David said, almost quivering with the way this made him feel, hot and powerful and wrong and good, "I think you should suck me now," and his voice managed not to break, though he did gasp erratically when Benton didn't even hesitate, just impatiently shoved David's hand away from the base of his cock so he could fit his own hand there and swallowed him down.
"Benton," David gasped and yanked at Benton's voluminous hair, threading his fingers in the dark mess, "Benton Benton Benton Benton," he chanted, but his boyfriend ignored him, just worked his jaw a little more expertly, using his tongue to draw out David's dirtiest moans. David chanced a look down - he could see wetness from his pre-cum on Benton's cheek, how shiny and a little pink it looked from being slapped (or maybe because Benton had been blushing, David couldn't really tell, only knew that it was super super hot) and he felt his orgasm build up in a rush, his balls drawing up tight and quick and then he was mewling and pulling out and coming all over Benton's face.
He immediately dropped to his knees, a little shakily, and ran his fingers through the mess on Benton's face, kissing him gently on his forehead and chin and cheeks and nose, and finally kissed him wetly, tilting his head back and sliding his tongue in appreciatively. His own ejaculate was getting on his face now, but he didn't care, couldn't care, just reached for Benton's still-hard cock and mumbled "What do you want?" into Benton's mouth as Benton laughed breathlessly and tugged him closer.