Sexual Tic-Tac-Toe
Pairing: Cookleta plus Kris Allen (Krookleta??)
Summary: Archie didn't expect to have to take care of a drunk Cook and Kris. He also didn't expect what happened next.
Word Count: 1032
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: This was supposed to be comment fic for tankshallkill. She wanted Cook/Kris/Archie - any type of sex. I got sick and ended up leaving it half finished for a whole week, but it's finally done! Sorry that it's so late bb. Title from Adam Lambert's "Fever". Unbeta'd because I wanted to get this thing posted.
"M'not drunk," Kris mumbled, leaning his face against the cool wall of the elevator.
"You are soooo drunk," Cook said, stumbling slightly as he reached out to put an arm around Kris' shoulders.
Archie pushed the elevator button with a little more force than necessary, praying the doors shut before anyone else in the hotel lobby saw them. "Oh my heck, you're both drunk," he said, shaking his head. This was certainly not how he expected his night to turn out.
When the elevator got to their floor and the doors opened, it was obvious that neither man was willing to move on their own. Archie grabbed both of their hands, pulling them through the doors and down the hallway like children. He leaned them up against the wall as he fumbled to retrieve the key card from his pocket and open the door, pulling them inside the room one by one when he finally succeeded.
"I'll be right back," he said, laying them down next to each other on the bed. "I need to go get both of you some water."
He came back out of the bathroom a minute or so later, a glass of water in each hand, and nearly dropped both of them at the sight greeting him. Kris was straddling a now shirtless Cook, mouthing kisses down his down torso while trying to undo his belt. Cook had his fingers twined in Kris' hair, head thrown back and lips parted, as he arched into each touch. Archie made a noise somewhere between a shocked gasp and a moan, and Cook opened his eyes sleepily, reaching one hand out towards Archie, motioning for him to come closer.
Archie put the glasses down on the desk and walked to the bed, leaning just on the edge, still shocked and unable to speak. Cook immediately reached for him, pulling him closer onto the bed next to him. He clumsily tried to undo Archie’s belt while Kris managed to finally pull Cook's pants and boxers the whole way off. Cook's cock sprang free, already leaking and red, and Archie felt himself growing hard at the sight. Having succeeded in getting Cook naked, Kris turned his attention to Archie, grabbing to pull his shirt over his head as Cook started sliding his pants down his hips. Once his clothes joined Cook’s on the floor, Kris leaned forward, snaking a hand around to the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him forward into a kiss. Archie hesitated, still unsure of what was happening and even if it should be happening. But when he heard Cook groan in approval and looked over to see him slowly stroking his cock, he relaxed into the kiss, opening his mouth and letting Kris suck on his bottom lip. Kris pulled away after a few seconds, tugging on his lip one last time, and pushing him down onto the center of the bed.
Just as Kris stood up to remove his clothes as well, Archie felt calloused fingers wrap around his swollen erection, and he lifted his head just in time to see Cook swallow him down in one swift motion. He threw his head back against the pillows in a breathless moan, gripping his fingers tight in the sheets. Cook was already completely into it, working fast and sloppy, tongue rubbing just right against the sensitive underside. He lifted almost completely off on each motion before quickly swallowing Archie deep into his mouth, throat muscles tightening against the head of Archie’s cock in a way that made him whimper into the pillow he’d turned his face against.
Archie felt the bed dip and soon after, Cook was making humming sounds around his cock, rhythm speeding up to an almost brutal pace. Archie forced his eyes open and saw that Kris had positioned himself in between Cook’s legs, taking him into his mouth as well. Archie couldn’t help but focus on his face, how his lips were bright pink and stretched so tight around Cook’s cock. His eyes were closed in deep concentration, eyelashes fanning out dark against his hollowed cheeks. Archie’s breath caught at how strangely beautiful the sight of him working his boyfriend’s cock really was.
Cook’s fingers tightened around Archie’s thighs and Archie could tell how close he was already, ragged breaths panting from his nose, frantic moans reverberating deep in his throat. Archie ran his fingers through Cook’s hair, pulling the strands just how he knows Cook likes it, and Cook let out a long groan, coming deep inside Kris’ mouth.
Kris pulled off, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he crawled across the bed up to where Archie was. Before Archie could even speak, Kris’ mouth was on his again, tongue slipping against his lips and inside. He could still taste Cook there, and that was all it took to throw him over the edge as he came suddenly down Cook’s throat. Archie could feel Kris’ cock rubbing against his side and he reached out to wrap his hand around it, pumping in time with Kris’ own movements. The kiss got slightly rougher, tongues tangling frantically and teeth digging into plump lips, and it only took a few more strokes before Kris was finished as well, spilling warm all over Archie’s stomach.
Kris flopped down onto the bed next to Archie, stomach down, and threw an arm across him, as Cook laid against his other side, nuzzling his face against his neck. When all of their breathing had almost returned to normal, Cook broke the silence first, saying, “So… we should do this again.”
“Mmm, probably shouldn’t,” Kris muttered, laughing into the pillow.
Cook kissed Archie’s neck and laid his arm over top of Kris’ on his stomach. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said.
“Don’t wanna put clothes on. Mind if I stay here?” Kris asked, already half asleep.
“I’ll drive you back to your hotel in the morning,” Archie replied, pulling Cook closer against him and turning his head to kiss Kris softly on his forehead.
Archie sighed contently, letting his eyes slip closed. No, this was not how Archie expected his night to turn out at all.
Summary: Archie didn't expect to have to take care of a drunk Cook and Kris. He also didn't expect what happened next.
Word Count: 1032
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: This was supposed to be comment fic for tankshallkill. She wanted Cook/Kris/Archie - any type of sex. I got sick and ended up leaving it half finished for a whole week, but it's finally done! Sorry that it's so late bb. Title from Adam Lambert's "Fever". Unbeta'd because I wanted to get this thing posted.
"M'not drunk," Kris mumbled, leaning his face against the cool wall of the elevator.
"You are soooo drunk," Cook said, stumbling slightly as he reached out to put an arm around Kris' shoulders.
Archie pushed the elevator button with a little more force than necessary, praying the doors shut before anyone else in the hotel lobby saw them. "Oh my heck, you're both drunk," he said, shaking his head. This was certainly not how he expected his night to turn out.
When the elevator got to their floor and the doors opened, it was obvious that neither man was willing to move on their own. Archie grabbed both of their hands, pulling them through the doors and down the hallway like children. He leaned them up against the wall as he fumbled to retrieve the key card from his pocket and open the door, pulling them inside the room one by one when he finally succeeded.
"I'll be right back," he said, laying them down next to each other on the bed. "I need to go get both of you some water."
He came back out of the bathroom a minute or so later, a glass of water in each hand, and nearly dropped both of them at the sight greeting him. Kris was straddling a now shirtless Cook, mouthing kisses down his down torso while trying to undo his belt. Cook had his fingers twined in Kris' hair, head thrown back and lips parted, as he arched into each touch. Archie made a noise somewhere between a shocked gasp and a moan, and Cook opened his eyes sleepily, reaching one hand out towards Archie, motioning for him to come closer.
Archie put the glasses down on the desk and walked to the bed, leaning just on the edge, still shocked and unable to speak. Cook immediately reached for him, pulling him closer onto the bed next to him. He clumsily tried to undo Archie’s belt while Kris managed to finally pull Cook's pants and boxers the whole way off. Cook's cock sprang free, already leaking and red, and Archie felt himself growing hard at the sight. Having succeeded in getting Cook naked, Kris turned his attention to Archie, grabbing to pull his shirt over his head as Cook started sliding his pants down his hips. Once his clothes joined Cook’s on the floor, Kris leaned forward, snaking a hand around to the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him forward into a kiss. Archie hesitated, still unsure of what was happening and even if it should be happening. But when he heard Cook groan in approval and looked over to see him slowly stroking his cock, he relaxed into the kiss, opening his mouth and letting Kris suck on his bottom lip. Kris pulled away after a few seconds, tugging on his lip one last time, and pushing him down onto the center of the bed.
Just as Kris stood up to remove his clothes as well, Archie felt calloused fingers wrap around his swollen erection, and he lifted his head just in time to see Cook swallow him down in one swift motion. He threw his head back against the pillows in a breathless moan, gripping his fingers tight in the sheets. Cook was already completely into it, working fast and sloppy, tongue rubbing just right against the sensitive underside. He lifted almost completely off on each motion before quickly swallowing Archie deep into his mouth, throat muscles tightening against the head of Archie’s cock in a way that made him whimper into the pillow he’d turned his face against.
Archie felt the bed dip and soon after, Cook was making humming sounds around his cock, rhythm speeding up to an almost brutal pace. Archie forced his eyes open and saw that Kris had positioned himself in between Cook’s legs, taking him into his mouth as well. Archie couldn’t help but focus on his face, how his lips were bright pink and stretched so tight around Cook’s cock. His eyes were closed in deep concentration, eyelashes fanning out dark against his hollowed cheeks. Archie’s breath caught at how strangely beautiful the sight of him working his boyfriend’s cock really was.
Cook’s fingers tightened around Archie’s thighs and Archie could tell how close he was already, ragged breaths panting from his nose, frantic moans reverberating deep in his throat. Archie ran his fingers through Cook’s hair, pulling the strands just how he knows Cook likes it, and Cook let out a long groan, coming deep inside Kris’ mouth.
Kris pulled off, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he crawled across the bed up to where Archie was. Before Archie could even speak, Kris’ mouth was on his again, tongue slipping against his lips and inside. He could still taste Cook there, and that was all it took to throw him over the edge as he came suddenly down Cook’s throat. Archie could feel Kris’ cock rubbing against his side and he reached out to wrap his hand around it, pumping in time with Kris’ own movements. The kiss got slightly rougher, tongues tangling frantically and teeth digging into plump lips, and it only took a few more strokes before Kris was finished as well, spilling warm all over Archie’s stomach.
Kris flopped down onto the bed next to Archie, stomach down, and threw an arm across him, as Cook laid against his other side, nuzzling his face against his neck. When all of their breathing had almost returned to normal, Cook broke the silence first, saying, “So… we should do this again.”
“Mmm, probably shouldn’t,” Kris muttered, laughing into the pillow.
Cook kissed Archie’s neck and laid his arm over top of Kris’ on his stomach. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said.
“Don’t wanna put clothes on. Mind if I stay here?” Kris asked, already half asleep.
“I’ll drive you back to your hotel in the morning,” Archie replied, pulling Cook closer against him and turning his head to kiss Kris softly on his forehead.
Archie sighed contently, letting his eyes slip closed. No, this was not how Archie expected his night to turn out at all.