KINK MEME
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
TO CELEBRATE THE COMING OF 2010, I WANT TO DO A KINK MEME. COME ON, THEN. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. LIKE, COOKLETA + NC17? CANNOT GO WRONG. SO LEAVE ME A PROMPT AND WE'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS. AND BECAUSE I AM NOT SUICIDAL, JUST UNTIL 25 PROMPTS, ALL RIGHT? SCRATCH THAT. JUST 23, BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE TWO PROMPTS.
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After years of going back and forth between best friends and I-could-might-be-in-love-with-him, they'd finally crossed the last frontier, which was usually doomed to fail most of the time (Cook knew, though, he just knew that they weren't going to fall into that pattern of 'destroying their friendship).
He'd felt happy all day, there was no other way to describe it. It was like a wonderful fullness in his chest, threatening to suffocate his heart with fluff and joy, and nothing was able to bother him. He took in the teasing, I-told-you-so congratulations of their friends with good humor (and a lot of blushing on Archie's part). He didn't complain about the massive pile of homework given to them by their teachers for the weekend. It looked as if nothing could destroy his frighteningly good mood.
He was grinning to himself as he went to find Archie after football practice. His hair was wet from his shower and he barely felt the twinge in his muscles from running and pushing on the field. The door to the music room was open and he grasped the wooden frame, propelling his body inside, when he nearly tripped on his own feet at the sight that met him.
The room was mostly empty, except for Archie and a lanky boy with black hair, both of them grinning as they talked, the latter's hand touching Archie on the arm, shoulder, elbow. Archie wasn't flinching away.
He'd seen people touch Archie before. Their friends liked to tease him, ruffle his hair, poke him at the sides to see him fall apart with giggles.
But that had been before Cook knew what Archie's collarbone tasted like, or how he looked pinned under Cook, breathless and wide-eyed and naked, or how he sounded whenever Cook dragged his lips all over his skin and gripped his hair too tightly. That was before Cook was just starting to learn the dips and landscape of Archie's body, to realize that Archie was the only one who could ever touch and make him feel this way.
And Cook suddenly understood that he wanted to be the only fucking one allowed to touch and make Archie feel that way.
It took him by complete surprise, the hot burn of possessiveness, and when Archie finally noticed him, his grin came to a stop right before turning brilliant.
"Um, Cook?"
The boy turned to him, mouth lifting in a tiny sneer decidedly away from Archie's side. "Yeah, I'll just leave. See you tomorrow, David."
Archie nodded, giving him a quick smile. "Oh yeah, sure, cool."
The boy shouldered his back pack and walked past Cook, looking like he wanted to say something. The boy's eyes flickered to Archie, then to Cook, and unmistakably darkened.
That didn't help Cook's sudden downward shift of mood. "Who was that?" Cook asked just a little too sharply, causing Archie's eyebrows to snap together.
"He just joined," Archie told and spread his hands in an arc. "His name's Benton, he's really good."
And that rankled. "Is he?"
Archie shook his head, confused. "Cook, what, are you angry?"
Yes, he thought, and it's completely unreasonable. He closed the door behind him and locked it, as if he was certain that Mr. Jackson wasn't coming back any time soon.
"No," he said instead in a low tone, one that he'd used last night as he watched Archie fall apart under his mouth. Archie's eyes widened, darkened, and he looked around him uncertainly.
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"I don't like that he touched you," Cook admitted tightly and placed his hands on Archie's narrow shoulders, holding on tight. Archie tipped his head back, helpless and fuck, melting in Cook's hold. "I've never had a problem with that before, but now I do. I don't fucking like it."
Archie's eyes darkened, a little in anger and a lot with heat. "Oh my gosh, that's just, why, why are you saying this?"
Cook boldly reached down, cupping Archie through his jeans, hearing the little gasp. "Because you're mine, Archie, and I don't share. You know that."
Archie made another noise and his lips were shiny with saliva. "You don't, we can't, we're in school."
Cook pushed him towards the piano and Archie didn't even struggle, trusting him so wholly even if he must be thinking that Cook has lost his dang mind.
This was his best friend, his boyfriend, and his everything. Cook growled and felt incredibly stupid, before he pushed Archie's back on top of the piano, bent him at the waist, and kissed him soundly. He still tasted new, like Cook hadn't spent the past two weeks trying to memorize his taste, and he felt like Archie would always feel that way.
Archie opened his mouth, tongue still a little clumsy, so unused to kissing someone, and Cook felt triumphant that he was the only one who's ever pried Archie's mouth like this, or felt the indentations of his teeth, the rough wet glide of his palate and tongue. Cook ran his hands over the places that Benton had touched, washing the memory away and replacing it with his own brand. Archie kept murmuring into the kiss even as it spun wildly out of control.
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"C-Cook, wait," Archie stuttered breathlessly, even as Cook unbuckled his belt, popped the button and tugged the zip down. He was too impatient, too horny, too young, and he hooked two fingers at the top of Archie's (white) briefs and yanked down, eager mouth swallowing on the erection that bobbed outward.
"Oh, oh gosh," Archie mumbled to the ceiling as his fingers clenched around the edge of the piano, hips bucking wantonly. Cook grinned around his mouthful, determined (maybe not today, but definitely someday) to get Archie to utter at least one swear word.
He worked fast, tongue swirling in inexperience and enthusiasm, lips pulling a little too sharply on the shaft, teeth grazing ever so lightly on the head, against the ridge there that had Archie going incoherent. His own cock pulsed needfully against his jeans but he ignored it as much as he could, intent on tasting and mapping and marking the most secret part of Archie, the one that twitched in Cook's aching mouth.
"Cook, Cook, I'm, oh gosh, oh, oh, I'm," Archie whimpered sharply, going a little soprano, and Cook knew that his back must be killing him when the other boy arched off the piano, spilling hotly down Cook's throat. He choked, and gagged, but did his best to swallow every drop. His blood thrummed hotly in his veins, possessiveness still gripping his bones, and he pulled away as Archie sagged weakly on the black surface.
He reached down to adjust himself, wondering if he was going to make it home, because Jesus fucking Christ, the sight of Archie with his pants undone and panting for breath was sending him over the edge without any touching at all.
Archie pulled himself up by his elbows, blinking dazedly at Cook. "Did you just, did we just, oh. My gosh," he said in a rush, eyes expanding in astonishment and just a hint of affection.
And just like that, the hot angry feeling left Cook's stomach and he laughed, relieved, because Archie was all his.
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TOOK ME A WHILE AND UM. NOT AS ROUGH AS POSSIBLE BUT UM. OKAY?
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UM. HOLY HECK.
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Cook being all possessive and "ARCHIE MINE! HULK COOK SMASH!" but still so in tune with Archie. And lil' Archie getting het up seeing his man get all possessive of him.
DOUBLE GUH!
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POSSESSIVE!COOK WILL NEVER NOT BE HOT. UNF. CLARE, THIS WAS FANTASTIC.
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ANYWAY. Thank you so much! Loved it, and the insertion *cough* of Benton Paul is a pleasant surprise! :D
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LIKE. I MIGHT DREAM ABOUT THIS TONIGHT OKAY. LMAO. <333
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