Fic: Mine [Marchie & Cookleta, nc-17, one-shot]
Title: Mine
Author: Zach //tinkertoo
Pairings: Michael Johns/David Archuleta & David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Summary: David goes to the wrong person to fulfill his fantasies, but it works out in the end.
Warnings: handcuffs, a blindfold, mentions of love of pain, and sex.
Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine, they belong to each other themselves. This is just fiction, never happened...but I can dream!
A/N: Written for the david_squared challenge 31 prompt #1 here. I may've got a bit carried away.
He could see nothing, but he could feel everything. Feel the hands roaming over his skin, feel the lips on his neck, his own heartbeat speeding up to an inhuman pace and all blood travelling south. It was almost too much for him to take, but he didn’t want it to stop for a second.
He tried to throw his arms around the man’s waist, pull his body closer. He whined when he tried and all he got was a strain on his wrists as the metal cuffs held them securely behind him. He heard a chuckle from in front of him, hands running down his arms then pulling at the metal connecting the two cuffs. He felt the pain in his shoulders, his arms really couldn’t bend that way, and let out another cry, that sounded more desperate for more than desperate for it to stop. Another chuckle and the hands left his wrists, moved lower until they were rubbing his ass, spreading the cheeks apart. Teasing him, of course. He pushed his body back toward the hands, and was shown some mercy as he felt a finger push inside of him. It hurt like hell, and it shocked him that that wasn’t an altogether bad feeling though. Surprisingly to him, it only excited him more and before long he found himself begging for more. But instead of complying, he felt the hand be removed, and heard the footsteps walking away.
“No, come back.” He whined again, and really if it weren’t for the fact that he could see nothing he definitely would’ve followed his steps. He heard another laugh and footsteps coming closer.
“Only getting the lube darling,” was whispered into his ear and he felt himself melting a little inside at that gorgeous accent. He licked his lips in anticipation and the next second another pair of lips found them and two now slicked fingers pressed into him, slow, but oh wow it feel too good, even though he knew it should hurt so freaking much but really it didn’t.
“More...” he moaned against Michael’s lips before the older slipped his tongue inside his mouth to quiet him. He moaned again, wanting so desperately to throw his arms around his neck but also getting more excited at the fact that he just couldn’t.
He felt a smile against his lips and felt another finger pushing inside him, felt the burn in him but it was just so good as the fingers stretched him even more and...
Okay, now he was hearing things. He swore he could hear footsteps, but Michael was right here and there was no way he could be walking. He choked it up to hearing things due to lack of sight, and just enjoyed the taste and feel of Michael, blocking anything else out.
Michael’s lips left his and started a trail down, starting at his jaw line, going down his neck, biting the skin and causing him to scream out as a mixture of pleasure and pain filled his entire body.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he heard leave his mouth and he realized he was grinding his body back against Michael’s fingers but made no attempt to stop as Michael’s lips went lower...
“David.....” He felt his entire body freeze, felt Michael stop any and all movements and the room sort of stilled. He swore he could even hear boots screeching to a halt on the hardwood floor.
Michael’s fingers were gone completely and he heard the Australian stand up. He resisted the urge to whine at the loss, because right now he just wanted all movements to stop and things to go back to how they were just minutes ago.
“Cook I’m...” Michael started but he was cut off.
“Out.” The harshness of Cook’s voice caught him off guard; he had never heard him like that, ever.
“Just let me...”
“I SAID OUT.” He heard Michael’s (rather quickly) retreating footsteps and heard the door slam. Then he heard footsteps coming closer, until he could practically hear Cook breathing right in front of him. “What did he do to you?” His voice had softened considerably, though he still heard that anger trying to creep back in.
“Nothing.” David suddenly found it extremely hard to speak, like there was a huge lump blocking off his vocal cords.
“Nothing...he...you’re...” He heard Cook stop, take a deep breath, and then start again. “Why would you let him...” He couldn’t finish, but David knew what he was asking.
“I just...” he swallowed, took a breath, tried again. “I asked him too.” His voice was low, ashamed at himself and at being caught. “He...I just... I knew you wouldn’t and... and I thought he would.” Suddenly, his reasoning seemed very stupid to his own mind. He felt ashamed that he had went to someone else but, really, there was no way Cook would’ve agreed to anything that would involve hurting him, even if he wanted it.
“You....like this?” There was curiosity and something else lacing Cook’s voice as he spoke. David heard him walk even closer, lean over him, and run his hands over the cuffs binding him. And then over the blindfold.
He tried to speak. Say “yes” but his voice really had left him as he felt Cook’s hands trailing over his skin, constantly pausing at the handcuffs. Instead he settled for nodding his head, a couple times so Cook was sure to see, head pointed directly down so that, if he could see, he would be staring at the floor.
Cautious hands trailed higher, over his back, over his shoulders, his neck. Over the raised skin Michael had bitten. He bit back a moan. It still hurt, and yet still felt amazing to the touch. Cook paused, before trailing his hands lower, over every inch of skin he could touch. David arched into him, desperate for more contact.
Cook’s hands paused on his hips and David felt him leaning in closer. “You really like this?” But he knew it wasn’t a question, not really because the answer was obvious and he felt one of Cook’s hands leave his hip, going lower until he gripped his cock and began to stroke him, slowly, too slowly for David’s liking. He leaned into Cook’s touch, finally finding his voice again.
“Please...Cookie..” He couldn’t form any more than that as he felt Cook’s other hand go behind him, resuming where Michael had left off by pressing three fingers into him and he leaned forward, capturing his lips just as a loud, low moan ripped through David’s throat.
Cook must’ve realized Michael had already done a damn good job at prepping him. His fingers moved with ease in and out of David and it wasn’t long before he removed them, and his other hand, from David. This time he really did whine from loss of contact, wishing for once that the blindfold was gone so he could see what he was doing and seek out Cook again.
But Cook hadn’t gone anywhere or he would’ve heard footsteps. Instead, he heard the removal of first boots then clothes and heard them hit the floor in random places. Then Cook was in front of him again, and he reached behind him, grabbing the chain of the cuffs and using them as a guide to get David to turn around. He complied, and found himself with his face against the wall and hands still behind his back. He could feel Cook’s body behind him. Heard what was obviously the squirting of lube onto his hand before the bottle was also discarded on the floor and mere seconds later he felt Cook pushing against him, inside of him and again he moaned out in pure pleasure mixed with sweet pain.
Cook gave him a few seconds to adjust, though he didn’t think he needed them, before he began moving, setting up a steady rhythm and sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout David’s body that only intensified when he found that one spot inside of him that made him see stars and scream as loud as he possibly could and swear he was just right there and just a few more thrusts and he would lose it. And he was right. He felt that feeling in his stomach then he came over the wall and he felt his entire body tense up. Not a second later, he felt Cook release inside of him.
They stayed like that, David against the wall and Cook inside of him, practically laying on top of him, for a good few minutes as they both recovered. Then David felt Cook move, first pulling out of him gently and then his hands went upward, around David’s head and in the next instant he felt the blindfold slip from his eyes and into a random place on the floor. He turned, looking at Cook for the first time, a bit scared at what he would see. But nothing had changed, not really. Cook was still Cook, smiling down at him and leaning in to kiss him as he turned around.
He pulled back after a second and David saw him go to the floor, searching for something. It was obvious what he was looking for when he found it. He rose back up and toward David holding the tiny key, which he then used to remove the handcuffs. He cuddled David to his side as the metal clanked to the floor and he led him into their bedroom.
As he lay curled up next to Cook, it crossed his mind that he should’ve never been embarrassed about going to him. He should’ve known...but there was no way he could have.
Cook must’ve been thinking the same thing. He leaned in next to David’s ear, placing a kiss to his earlobe before whispering, “Next time come to me, I don’t want to walk in on you with anyone else again, ever.” He placed another kiss to David’s head before pulling the younger boy against him. “You’re mine.”
Author: Zach //tinkertoo
Pairings: Michael Johns/David Archuleta & David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: NC-17
Summary: David goes to the wrong person to fulfill his fantasies, but it works out in the end.
Warnings: handcuffs, a blindfold, mentions of love of pain, and sex.
Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine, they belong to each other themselves. This is just fiction, never happened...but I can dream!
A/N: Written for the david_squared challenge 31 prompt #1 here. I may've got a bit carried away.
He could see nothing, but he could feel everything. Feel the hands roaming over his skin, feel the lips on his neck, his own heartbeat speeding up to an inhuman pace and all blood travelling south. It was almost too much for him to take, but he didn’t want it to stop for a second.
He tried to throw his arms around the man’s waist, pull his body closer. He whined when he tried and all he got was a strain on his wrists as the metal cuffs held them securely behind him. He heard a chuckle from in front of him, hands running down his arms then pulling at the metal connecting the two cuffs. He felt the pain in his shoulders, his arms really couldn’t bend that way, and let out another cry, that sounded more desperate for more than desperate for it to stop. Another chuckle and the hands left his wrists, moved lower until they were rubbing his ass, spreading the cheeks apart. Teasing him, of course. He pushed his body back toward the hands, and was shown some mercy as he felt a finger push inside of him. It hurt like hell, and it shocked him that that wasn’t an altogether bad feeling though. Surprisingly to him, it only excited him more and before long he found himself begging for more. But instead of complying, he felt the hand be removed, and heard the footsteps walking away.
“No, come back.” He whined again, and really if it weren’t for the fact that he could see nothing he definitely would’ve followed his steps. He heard another laugh and footsteps coming closer.
“Only getting the lube darling,” was whispered into his ear and he felt himself melting a little inside at that gorgeous accent. He licked his lips in anticipation and the next second another pair of lips found them and two now slicked fingers pressed into him, slow, but oh wow it feel too good, even though he knew it should hurt so freaking much but really it didn’t.
“More...” he moaned against Michael’s lips before the older slipped his tongue inside his mouth to quiet him. He moaned again, wanting so desperately to throw his arms around his neck but also getting more excited at the fact that he just couldn’t.
He felt a smile against his lips and felt another finger pushing inside him, felt the burn in him but it was just so good as the fingers stretched him even more and...
Okay, now he was hearing things. He swore he could hear footsteps, but Michael was right here and there was no way he could be walking. He choked it up to hearing things due to lack of sight, and just enjoyed the taste and feel of Michael, blocking anything else out.
Michael’s lips left his and started a trail down, starting at his jaw line, going down his neck, biting the skin and causing him to scream out as a mixture of pleasure and pain filled his entire body.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he heard leave his mouth and he realized he was grinding his body back against Michael’s fingers but made no attempt to stop as Michael’s lips went lower...
“David.....” He felt his entire body freeze, felt Michael stop any and all movements and the room sort of stilled. He swore he could even hear boots screeching to a halt on the hardwood floor.
Michael’s fingers were gone completely and he heard the Australian stand up. He resisted the urge to whine at the loss, because right now he just wanted all movements to stop and things to go back to how they were just minutes ago.
“Cook I’m...” Michael started but he was cut off.
“Out.” The harshness of Cook’s voice caught him off guard; he had never heard him like that, ever.
“Just let me...”
“I SAID OUT.” He heard Michael’s (rather quickly) retreating footsteps and heard the door slam. Then he heard footsteps coming closer, until he could practically hear Cook breathing right in front of him. “What did he do to you?” His voice had softened considerably, though he still heard that anger trying to creep back in.
“Nothing.” David suddenly found it extremely hard to speak, like there was a huge lump blocking off his vocal cords.
“Nothing...he...you’re...” He heard Cook stop, take a deep breath, and then start again. “Why would you let him...” He couldn’t finish, but David knew what he was asking.
“I just...” he swallowed, took a breath, tried again. “I asked him too.” His voice was low, ashamed at himself and at being caught. “He...I just... I knew you wouldn’t and... and I thought he would.” Suddenly, his reasoning seemed very stupid to his own mind. He felt ashamed that he had went to someone else but, really, there was no way Cook would’ve agreed to anything that would involve hurting him, even if he wanted it.
“You....like this?” There was curiosity and something else lacing Cook’s voice as he spoke. David heard him walk even closer, lean over him, and run his hands over the cuffs binding him. And then over the blindfold.
He tried to speak. Say “yes” but his voice really had left him as he felt Cook’s hands trailing over his skin, constantly pausing at the handcuffs. Instead he settled for nodding his head, a couple times so Cook was sure to see, head pointed directly down so that, if he could see, he would be staring at the floor.
Cautious hands trailed higher, over his back, over his shoulders, his neck. Over the raised skin Michael had bitten. He bit back a moan. It still hurt, and yet still felt amazing to the touch. Cook paused, before trailing his hands lower, over every inch of skin he could touch. David arched into him, desperate for more contact.
Cook’s hands paused on his hips and David felt him leaning in closer. “You really like this?” But he knew it wasn’t a question, not really because the answer was obvious and he felt one of Cook’s hands leave his hip, going lower until he gripped his cock and began to stroke him, slowly, too slowly for David’s liking. He leaned into Cook’s touch, finally finding his voice again.
“Please...Cookie..” He couldn’t form any more than that as he felt Cook’s other hand go behind him, resuming where Michael had left off by pressing three fingers into him and he leaned forward, capturing his lips just as a loud, low moan ripped through David’s throat.
Cook must’ve realized Michael had already done a damn good job at prepping him. His fingers moved with ease in and out of David and it wasn’t long before he removed them, and his other hand, from David. This time he really did whine from loss of contact, wishing for once that the blindfold was gone so he could see what he was doing and seek out Cook again.
But Cook hadn’t gone anywhere or he would’ve heard footsteps. Instead, he heard the removal of first boots then clothes and heard them hit the floor in random places. Then Cook was in front of him again, and he reached behind him, grabbing the chain of the cuffs and using them as a guide to get David to turn around. He complied, and found himself with his face against the wall and hands still behind his back. He could feel Cook’s body behind him. Heard what was obviously the squirting of lube onto his hand before the bottle was also discarded on the floor and mere seconds later he felt Cook pushing against him, inside of him and again he moaned out in pure pleasure mixed with sweet pain.
Cook gave him a few seconds to adjust, though he didn’t think he needed them, before he began moving, setting up a steady rhythm and sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout David’s body that only intensified when he found that one spot inside of him that made him see stars and scream as loud as he possibly could and swear he was just right there and just a few more thrusts and he would lose it. And he was right. He felt that feeling in his stomach then he came over the wall and he felt his entire body tense up. Not a second later, he felt Cook release inside of him.
They stayed like that, David against the wall and Cook inside of him, practically laying on top of him, for a good few minutes as they both recovered. Then David felt Cook move, first pulling out of him gently and then his hands went upward, around David’s head and in the next instant he felt the blindfold slip from his eyes and into a random place on the floor. He turned, looking at Cook for the first time, a bit scared at what he would see. But nothing had changed, not really. Cook was still Cook, smiling down at him and leaning in to kiss him as he turned around.
He pulled back after a second and David saw him go to the floor, searching for something. It was obvious what he was looking for when he found it. He rose back up and toward David holding the tiny key, which he then used to remove the handcuffs. He cuddled David to his side as the metal clanked to the floor and he led him into their bedroom.
As he lay curled up next to Cook, it crossed his mind that he should’ve never been embarrassed about going to him. He should’ve known...but there was no way he could have.
Cook must’ve been thinking the same thing. He leaned in next to David’s ear, placing a kiss to his earlobe before whispering, “Next time come to me, I don’t want to walk in on you with anyone else again, ever.” He placed another kiss to David’s head before pulling the younger boy against him. “You’re mine.”