D. Archuleta/D. Cook, standing here open hands
(AI7) DAVID ARCHULETA/DAVID COOK
Rating: PG13
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Fandom: American Idol (real person slash)
Warnings: slash, real person slash, au,
Disclaimer: I do not own these people because they own themselves. I want an Archie of my own, though. Badly.
A/N: Hello, it's been a long time! So, here is part four of the cooking!verse and well, I think I am digging into every romantic cliche to write this thing, haha. Hope you guys enjoy this one, too <3
By: writingpickle
parts 1 / 2 / 3
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standing here open hands
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david has a plan.
cook’s words linger for the next few days and david becomes a little quieter, even around the older man. he lets cook fuss over him, which is something he usually puts a stop to because it’s like, he can get his own glass of water, thanks. truth to told, it’s kind of nice to be pampered once in a while, especially by cook who seems to enjoy it a whole lot.
then again, when david doesn’t protest as much as he usually does, cook starts to think there’s something wrong.
and there is, though probably not in the way cook thinks (since, oh gosh, david isn’t being bullied or stalked by danny anymore, okay, so cook doesn’t have to do that angry flashing thing with his eyes, though, um, well, it’s maybe, it makes him feel like a thousand butterflies are rioting in his stomach because cook being all protective of him? um, yeah).
david’s concentration is pretty much shot to heck ever since his visit to cook’s apartment. he wants to go back (like, a lot) but can’t think of a good reason and it’s not like he can just go up to cook and say, ‘hey, maybe we could hang out again at your place? haha’
the words will probably get stuck in his throat and come out in a jumbled mess, making cook laugh and get that look on his face that means ‘awww, he’s so cute, like a little puppy’ (he gets that look a lot which really bugs him because hello, he’s a boy, not a frolicking canine).
the weather turns crisp as the days pass and david rides his bike often, and gets more free time when glee practices ease up. he starts running again, early in the mornings, and every day he finds a smoothie already prepared for him in the fridge. david sometimes wishes cook would stop being so dang nice so he can catch his breath once in a while; the older man just keeps on stealing it away (and gosh, he sounds like such a huge sap).
david’s plan actually forms itself when he’s on his morning run. usually, his mind is pleasantly blank as he lets his body take over, music pouring into head from the buds in his ears. but these days, he can't seem to stop mulling over certain things.
…maybe he’s trying to keep it a secret for whatever reason, but it sounds to me that he’s got it bad…
the words are like a broken record, echoing repeatedly until cook’s voice sounds warped in his head. the seed of hope has already grown into a nice, robust tree and david wonders for the billionth time, what if?
besides, there’s no harm in trying to find out, right? (it takes him two sleepless nights, two water bottles, and a frustrating chef who has become even more touchy-feely to decide)
david archuleta is going to go for it.
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step 1: give him a taste of his own medicine (a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down, david mutters under his breath as he writes the details in a moleskine notebook that had been given to him as a gift and he’d never had a chance to use until now)
subject: david cook (twenty-six year old male chef working for the archuleta family)
objective: be as touchy-feely with him as he is with me. well. not as much because he doesn’t have any personal boundaries whatsoever, but enough to observe his reaction and form a hypothesis based on said reaction
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it’s a fine saturday morning and david can hear claudia singing in her bedroom, jazzy and amber talking about the upcoming jonas brothers concert, and even though daniel is trying to hide it, the silence from his room totally means he’s having way too much fun playing sims 3.
which leaves david alone with cook while the older man whips up lunch. he hears the sizzling meat even before he enters the brightly-lit kitchen. when he does slip into the room, he forgets about the delicious aroma in the air as his heart skips a few beats at the sight of cook, his back turned to david, and humming loudly as he flips the burger patties.
he sneaks up quietly behind cook, emboldened by his own (ingenious) plan and the happy rush from just being around the older man.
he bites his lip as he pokes cook on the side and says, ‘boo.’
cook jumps a little and the spatula slips from his grasp, which hits the grill pan and bounces up to collide with the back of his left hand.
‘ow fuck,’ cook curses as he flaps his hand, the skin reddening from the unexpected burn, and he turns off the stove.
david's eyes widen.
‘oh, oh my gosh,’ david breathes out in a voice that is partly guilty, partly shocked, and underneath all that, utterly horrified. ‘are you, oh my gosh, i’m really, really sorry and oh, i should call 911? i should, an icepack!’ david all but leaps in front of the fridge and frantically wrenches the freezer open. something is galloping in his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart because oh my heck, he just burned cook’s hand!
but before he can stick his hand into the freezer’s depths, cook is suddenly behind him and he grips the back of david's collar, pulling him away.
‘david, calm down, it’s no big deal. i’ve had a dozen burns before and this is nothing, all right? holding it under running water and some ointment will do just fine.’ cook is smiling, which is, what?
david blinks at him, mouth turned down miserably. ‘but it’s all my fault! if i hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have, and that,’ he stares glumly at the reddened patch of skin, ‘that wouldn’t be there!’
this time, cook laughs and moves to the sink, twisting the knob until water starts gushing from the faucet. cook thrusts his hand under it, wincing a little. he notices the way david’s expression crumbles even more and crooks a finger at him.
david shuffles over to him (but not too close because apparently he’s a walking hazard now, oh my gosh) and licks his lips. suddenly, he hates his stupid plan and the fact that he even thought of it in the first place. if he hadn’t, then this would have never happened. idiot, david tells himself glumly.
‘hey, look at me,’ cook says so gently that david can’t resist and he lifts his eyes. ‘i’m not mad, okay? it was an accident, you were just trying to surprise me and let me tell you, you can be sneaky if you want to. i didn’t even notice you were in the kitchen!’
it’s obvious cook is trying to make him feel better and that’s, well, if david doesn’t already have him on such a high pedestal, then this just placed cook in the stratosphere of his admiration or something.
david searches cook’s open face and sees this: a relaxed smile, unwrinkled forehead, and eyes soft with, with something that david doesn’t dare hope (should he?) could be the thing he’s wanted for so long.
he nibbles on his bottom lip, wets it, and tentatively reaches for cook’s hand. he doesn’t look at the older man but can feel the gaze at the side of his face as his fingers get wet, carefully wrapping around cook’s wrist and drawing it away from the gushing water.
the skin is still red but there are no blisters, which david is extremely grateful for, and he can’t help the way his fingers stroke the inside of cook’s wrist (where is he getting this second shot of courage? he, he doesn’t care because cook’s skin is wet, slippery, warm and the older man isn’t pulling away).
david risks a peek at the taller man and quickly tears his eyes away. cook’s gaze is thoughtful and somehow hot at the same time, heavy with whatever thoughts are running through the older man’s head.
david can’t even process whatever he’s thinking right now, much less try to decipher the expression on cook’s face.
he tries a smile and it comes out wobbly, nervous. ‘i, i, um, have a first aid kit in my room. let’s, i’ll treat your burn.’
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result: a total disaster and oh my gosh, i should just give up on this stupid plan altogether because there is no way cook would ever like someone who is a) a dork who takes notes of his plans and b) an obvious klutz who burns people. and um, i really should just scrap this but something happened while we were in my bedroom, which sort of leads to step 2…
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that’s all for now, folks!
Rating: PG13
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Fandom: American Idol (real person slash)
Warnings: slash, real person slash, au,
Disclaimer: I do not own these people because they own themselves. I want an Archie of my own, though. Badly.
A/N: Hello, it's been a long time! So, here is part four of the cooking!verse and well, I think I am digging into every romantic cliche to write this thing, haha. Hope you guys enjoy this one, too <3
By: writingpickle
parts 1 / 2 / 3
-
standing here open hands
-
david has a plan.
cook’s words linger for the next few days and david becomes a little quieter, even around the older man. he lets cook fuss over him, which is something he usually puts a stop to because it’s like, he can get his own glass of water, thanks. truth to told, it’s kind of nice to be pampered once in a while, especially by cook who seems to enjoy it a whole lot.
then again, when david doesn’t protest as much as he usually does, cook starts to think there’s something wrong.
and there is, though probably not in the way cook thinks (since, oh gosh, david isn’t being bullied or stalked by danny anymore, okay, so cook doesn’t have to do that angry flashing thing with his eyes, though, um, well, it’s maybe, it makes him feel like a thousand butterflies are rioting in his stomach because cook being all protective of him? um, yeah).
david’s concentration is pretty much shot to heck ever since his visit to cook’s apartment. he wants to go back (like, a lot) but can’t think of a good reason and it’s not like he can just go up to cook and say, ‘hey, maybe we could hang out again at your place? haha’
the words will probably get stuck in his throat and come out in a jumbled mess, making cook laugh and get that look on his face that means ‘awww, he’s so cute, like a little puppy’ (he gets that look a lot which really bugs him because hello, he’s a boy, not a frolicking canine).
the weather turns crisp as the days pass and david rides his bike often, and gets more free time when glee practices ease up. he starts running again, early in the mornings, and every day he finds a smoothie already prepared for him in the fridge. david sometimes wishes cook would stop being so dang nice so he can catch his breath once in a while; the older man just keeps on stealing it away (and gosh, he sounds like such a huge sap).
david’s plan actually forms itself when he’s on his morning run. usually, his mind is pleasantly blank as he lets his body take over, music pouring into head from the buds in his ears. but these days, he can't seem to stop mulling over certain things.
…maybe he’s trying to keep it a secret for whatever reason, but it sounds to me that he’s got it bad…
the words are like a broken record, echoing repeatedly until cook’s voice sounds warped in his head. the seed of hope has already grown into a nice, robust tree and david wonders for the billionth time, what if?
besides, there’s no harm in trying to find out, right? (it takes him two sleepless nights, two water bottles, and a frustrating chef who has become even more touchy-feely to decide)
david archuleta is going to go for it.
-
step 1: give him a taste of his own medicine (a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down, david mutters under his breath as he writes the details in a moleskine notebook that had been given to him as a gift and he’d never had a chance to use until now)
subject: david cook (twenty-six year old male chef working for the archuleta family)
objective: be as touchy-feely with him as he is with me. well. not as much because he doesn’t have any personal boundaries whatsoever, but enough to observe his reaction and form a hypothesis based on said reaction
-
it’s a fine saturday morning and david can hear claudia singing in her bedroom, jazzy and amber talking about the upcoming jonas brothers concert, and even though daniel is trying to hide it, the silence from his room totally means he’s having way too much fun playing sims 3.
which leaves david alone with cook while the older man whips up lunch. he hears the sizzling meat even before he enters the brightly-lit kitchen. when he does slip into the room, he forgets about the delicious aroma in the air as his heart skips a few beats at the sight of cook, his back turned to david, and humming loudly as he flips the burger patties.
he sneaks up quietly behind cook, emboldened by his own (ingenious) plan and the happy rush from just being around the older man.
he bites his lip as he pokes cook on the side and says, ‘boo.’
cook jumps a little and the spatula slips from his grasp, which hits the grill pan and bounces up to collide with the back of his left hand.
‘ow fuck,’ cook curses as he flaps his hand, the skin reddening from the unexpected burn, and he turns off the stove.
david's eyes widen.
‘oh, oh my gosh,’ david breathes out in a voice that is partly guilty, partly shocked, and underneath all that, utterly horrified. ‘are you, oh my gosh, i’m really, really sorry and oh, i should call 911? i should, an icepack!’ david all but leaps in front of the fridge and frantically wrenches the freezer open. something is galloping in his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart because oh my heck, he just burned cook’s hand!
but before he can stick his hand into the freezer’s depths, cook is suddenly behind him and he grips the back of david's collar, pulling him away.
‘david, calm down, it’s no big deal. i’ve had a dozen burns before and this is nothing, all right? holding it under running water and some ointment will do just fine.’ cook is smiling, which is, what?
david blinks at him, mouth turned down miserably. ‘but it’s all my fault! if i hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have, and that,’ he stares glumly at the reddened patch of skin, ‘that wouldn’t be there!’
this time, cook laughs and moves to the sink, twisting the knob until water starts gushing from the faucet. cook thrusts his hand under it, wincing a little. he notices the way david’s expression crumbles even more and crooks a finger at him.
david shuffles over to him (but not too close because apparently he’s a walking hazard now, oh my gosh) and licks his lips. suddenly, he hates his stupid plan and the fact that he even thought of it in the first place. if he hadn’t, then this would have never happened. idiot, david tells himself glumly.
‘hey, look at me,’ cook says so gently that david can’t resist and he lifts his eyes. ‘i’m not mad, okay? it was an accident, you were just trying to surprise me and let me tell you, you can be sneaky if you want to. i didn’t even notice you were in the kitchen!’
it’s obvious cook is trying to make him feel better and that’s, well, if david doesn’t already have him on such a high pedestal, then this just placed cook in the stratosphere of his admiration or something.
david searches cook’s open face and sees this: a relaxed smile, unwrinkled forehead, and eyes soft with, with something that david doesn’t dare hope (should he?) could be the thing he’s wanted for so long.
he nibbles on his bottom lip, wets it, and tentatively reaches for cook’s hand. he doesn’t look at the older man but can feel the gaze at the side of his face as his fingers get wet, carefully wrapping around cook’s wrist and drawing it away from the gushing water.
the skin is still red but there are no blisters, which david is extremely grateful for, and he can’t help the way his fingers stroke the inside of cook’s wrist (where is he getting this second shot of courage? he, he doesn’t care because cook’s skin is wet, slippery, warm and the older man isn’t pulling away).
david risks a peek at the taller man and quickly tears his eyes away. cook’s gaze is thoughtful and somehow hot at the same time, heavy with whatever thoughts are running through the older man’s head.
david can’t even process whatever he’s thinking right now, much less try to decipher the expression on cook’s face.
he tries a smile and it comes out wobbly, nervous. ‘i, i, um, have a first aid kit in my room. let’s, i’ll treat your burn.’
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result: a total disaster and oh my gosh, i should just give up on this stupid plan altogether because there is no way cook would ever like someone who is a) a dork who takes notes of his plans and b) an obvious klutz who burns people. and um, i really should just scrap this but something happened while we were in my bedroom, which sort of leads to step 2…
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that’s all for now, folks!