HAPPY BIRTHDAY AELORA!!!
Title: The Perfect Date
Author: Pen_Of_Jen
Pairings: Anderson Cooper/Dan Abrams
Rating: NC-17: there is smut (but it’s so surrounded in fluff it may not be immediately recognizable).
Summary: Anderson loves Christmas, Dan loves his Jewish family traditions, they both love each other. Thus, Anderson plans a romantic getaway with Dan, to make some holiday traditions of their own. (Yes, it’s holiday fic…yes I’m aware that it’s July…no I don’t know what’s wrong with me)
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'AC 360', 'Verdict with Dan Abrams', 'MSNBC', 'CNN', any associated entities, or any copyrighted material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copyrighted material.
This was written for my darling Aelora because it’s her birthday! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUV! I hope you like…the anti-romantic in me sucked it up and did it just for you. =D
Dan smiled as the car pulled up to the cabin, tucked carefully in a clearing, surrounded by a breathtaking view of the mountains.
Twenty four hours earlier he’d been resting in his office, looking over notes for the coming week’s shows when he like most of his higher level colleagues would be on vacation over the holidays. His assistant had poked her head in and smiled as she handed him a note:
Dress warmly, pack light, and don’t miss your flight.
He couldn’t help but smile as his fingers ran over the handwriting, and slid the ticket from his pocket. A gate number, but no airline listed assured him that Anderson had gone all out in preparing a holiday getaway they would both enjoy. He smiled when he remembered all of the things that had led him to this air of mystery and excitement.
Anderson had promised Dan that their first Holiday season together would be celebrated just for the two of them, paying no consideration for how their families believed they should work together their religious traditions. Both mothers had been quick to suggest intricate ideas weaving together family traditions though neither were particularly keen on compromising their own. Dan‘s sister had been insistent that Anderson participate in trips to the synagogue and the lighting of candles. Gloria had laughed off the idea that they might not hang stockings as ludicrous.
Anderson had finally gotten frustrated at Thanksgiving when everyone was once again arguing about the coming holidays. He’d thrown his hands up in the air and exclaimed, “It doesn’t matter, Dan and I have decided to go away for the week. So you guys can all do what makes you happy.” He’d turned to his mother, “You can go stay with Stan and be surrounded by your grandchildren.”
Dan had smiled before he chimed in, “And all of you can spend the time together like always, the kids playing at your feet as you cook too much and open expensive gifts that none of you will ever use.”
“We hosted Thanksgiving, and honestly you all owe it to us to let us avoid you for the next holiday.” His tone softened as he addressed Dan’s mother Efrat, “It’s like joint custody.” Anderson smiled as he closed his hand over hers. “You got him the first 43 years, I get him this year.”
Dan had instantly followed Anderson’s cue kissing Gloria lightly on the cheek, “and I get him.”
The men had exchanged knowing smiles, both stepping away from the table and leaving their families aghast in the dining room as the stole kisses and stifled giggles in the kitchen. After everyone finally left, all of them still too stunned to argue, the men had made love as they promised one another they would always be a team.
They had talked their families down from fits by promising to be back in town on Christmas day, and by promising to bring Gloria to the Abrams family Dinner celebrating Hanukah. Anderson had been excited with Dan’s willingness to be with him even though it meant being away from his family, promising him that they would honor the Abrams’ family traditions, but convincing him that they needed to make some of their own.
Anderson had suggested Rwanda, Dan the Hamptons. Both had snubbed their noses at the other, laughing lightly as they agreed to compromise. Anderson had done the research, made the arrangements and told Dan little about the plans, only promising that: there would be working indoor plumbing, expensive wine, and a fire place. Anderson had enjoyed keeping the details quiet, and even through playing twenty questions almost every night as they fell asleep, Dan hadn’t been able to steal much information from Anderson‘s tightly sealed lips.
When the jet landed and Dan recognized the mountains in Vermont where he’d often gone skiing with Dave, he was both pleasantly surprised and slightly shocked. It seemed too luxurious for Anderson to have picked out, too romantic and cozy as the driver approached a secluded cabin overlooking a frozen pond.
He was further excited to look up and see Anderson waiting for him on the porch, his dark jeans and black turtle neck making his eyes stand out against the snow and rustic wood surrounding him.
Dan smiled as he took his bags from the driver and headed up the walk to the porch. Anderson leaned in, kissing him lightly before he handed him a hot cup of coffee.
“There’s indoor plumbing, two cases of wine and a fire that I started myself in the fireplace, just for you.”
“Wow,” Dan said leaning in and kissing Anderson again, “all that and you? I must have done something right in a previous life.”
“I wasn’t aware the Jewish faith bought into karma or reincarnation. Good to know.”
Dan elbowed Anderson lightly in the ribs, happily letting him take a bag off his shoulder and following him into the cabin. Dan smiled when he noticed a beautiful Menorah on the side board complimented nicely by a large tree decorated with simple silver ornaments standing in the corner. “It’s nice,” Dan said following Anderson into the bedroom and flopping himself onto the comfy bed and bouncing several time as his feet hung over the edge.
Anderson laughed, “Dinner’s almost done, I left the wine selection to you.”
Dan shed his coat, and followed Anderson into the kitchen, smiling as he smelled fettuccini. “You made me Italian?”
Anderson nodded, “Your sister gave me the recipe. I hope it’s edible,” he stirred the sauce before he raised the spoon and blew the steam away offering it to Dan, his free palm cupping the space beneath the spoon.
Dan smiled, leaning in and blowing on the liquid before he closed his lips cautiously around the edge of the spoon. “Mmmm…very impressive Anderson, very impressive.”
Anderson got a satisfied smile motioning to the two boxes of wine on the table. “Ooh!” Dan said, “I especially like the care you used to set the table.”
Anderson rolled his eyes, “We’re eating in the living room. I’ll have you know it took a lot of effort to make that fucking fire.”
Dan laughed, exchanging smiles with Anderson before he turned his attention to selecting a wine while Anderson pulled bread from the oven and filled two plates with food. Dan slid a bottle from it’s wooden sleeve, turning it over in his hand before he picked up the corkscrew and opened it carefully. He noticed Anderson was holding out two glasses and smiled as he filled them with the wine. He slid them from Anderson’s hand and cupped the bottle under his arm as he followed him into the living room.
“The fire is very impressive,” Dan said, sitting next to Anderson on the floor between the coffee table and the couch.
Anderson smiled, clinking his glass against Dan’s. Dan smiled, teasing; “To religious holidays, and sacrilegious behaviors we couldn’t live without.”
Anderson giggled, shaking his head, “To making our own traditions.”
Dan smiled, kissing Anderson deeply before he took a drink of his wine. The two men made easy conversation, often brushing against one another as they laughed or told animated stories. Anderson smiled as Dan refilled his glass and complimented his meal.
“You are wonderful,” Dan whispered brushing his lips over Anderson’s cautiously.
Anderson pulled away to set down his wine, then slid his hands gently down Dan’s chest. “I love you, and I have a gift for you.”
Dan smiled, “Are we exchanging gifts now? I thought we were waiting until we were home…”
Anderson smiled, “It’s nothing, just…something small.”
Dan giggled as Anderson pulled a small package from under the couch neatly wrapped in red and silver. “Sneaky,” he teased, kissing Anderson’s neck lightly before he tore at the ribbon. Once open he found a small silver ornament lying in a bed of red velvet. He turned it over in his hand, noting that there was a small opening for a photograph and a tight cursive engraving:
December Holidays 2008: Vermont
He smiled at Anderson as Anderson stood and set his camera on the mantel, pulling Dan into his arms and ordering him to smile as the timer ticked down with increasing speed. After the flash Anderson stepped forward and checked the screen, verifying that the picture was ok. He showed it to Dan who nodded and smiled, closing the ornament in his fist.
“Ok,” Anderson said, closing his own fist over Dan’s, tightening his hold on the ornament. “Next year you plan the trip and pick the location.”
Dan smiled, “Our own tradition.”
“Our own tradition,” Anderson whispered, their smiles meeting as a complete expression of love, their desire to fill one another with the emotion overwhelming.
Anderson pulled away and Dan smiled at him curiously. “What are you doing?”
Anderson grinned, his mischievous smirk making Dan giggle. “Do you remember forever ago when you told me what your perfect date would be?”
Dan smiled surveying their surroundings. “Wine, pasta, a fireplace…”
“Only one thing missing,” Anderson said reaching for a remote and hitting play. Frank Sinatra’s soothing voice slowly began to flow from almost hidden speakers surrounding the room. Dan smiled, shaking his head as he stepped forward and slid his arms around Anderson.
Anderson returned the gesture, rocking steadily with Dan along to the soft music. “I love you. Happy Hanukah.”
Dan smiled against Anderson’s neck, kissing it lightly before he whispered, “I love you. Merry Christmas.”
Anderson nipped at his neck, sliding his tongue along the curve of his skin until he captured his earlobe gently between his teeth.
Dan nuzzled Anderson’s neck gently, “You know there is one more thing I said that my perfect date would include…”
Anderson pulled away, a confused look on his face, he was certain he’d covered all of the bases. “What…what did I forget?”
Dan smiled, pulling Anderson back into his arms, “I’m pretty sure I mentioned something about making love in front of the fire…”
Anderson giggled, sliding his hands down Dan’s body and tugging at his belt. “I am pretty sure you didn’t mention that…but I’m also pretty sure I could be convinced you did.”
Dan smiled as their lips met. “I love you,” he whispered as his hand slid down Anderson’s chest and began to work on his belt.
Soon both men were naked, still slowly rocking to the music as their hands strolled over the planes of their bodies, their smiles meeting over and over as they whispered promises of love and forever.
Anderson rested back against the thick blanket in front of the fire, Dan lowering himself over him as he planted a trail of kisses up Anderson’s stomach and chest. He nipped lightly at each nipple, his teeth dragging across Anderson’s flesh as his nails raked similar trails down his sides.
Anderson whimpered, arching his back against the pressure as Dan’s fingers closed around his cock. Anderson found Dan’s between them and began to pump against it in the same rhythm Dan was setting on him. “Please,” he whispered, begging Dan to take him.
Dan smiled, sliding away and parting Anderson’s legs as he pressed between them. He spit in his hand, sliding his over his cock several times to make sure he was coated before he pressed forward causing Anderson to hiss at the pressure. His palm slid up Anderson’s chest coming to rest on Anderson’s cheek, cradling his face as he began to rock against him slowly.
Anderson moaned, his eyes closing but quickly fluttering open to keep the eye contact despite the pain and pleasure building within him and begging for his concentration. His nails dug into Dan’s back, his pulse speeding along with Dan’s pumps both within him and as each thrust brought Dan’s flat stomach against his own painfully hard cock.
He whimpered, his need for release held off only by his need to please the man he loved. Dan captured his lips, their tongues dancing as their bodies melted together. The heat of the fire spreading over their exposed skin as the fire within them consumed them completely.
Anderson came, panting Dan’s name and rocking against him with as much force as he could muster. Dan followed him, crying out as he slowed and finally stilled. He slid to his side, cradling the man he loved in his arms and kissing his shoulder blade lightly over and over as their heartbeats slowed and steadied together.
“This is a tradition I could get used to,” Dan whispered against Anderson’s ear.
Anderson just smiled, pressing himself closer against Dan and enjoying the warmth both from the fireplace and the heat that surrounded him as he curled into his lover’s arms.
Author: Pen_Of_Jen
Pairings: Anderson Cooper/Dan Abrams
Rating: NC-17: there is smut (but it’s so surrounded in fluff it may not be immediately recognizable).
Summary: Anderson loves Christmas, Dan loves his Jewish family traditions, they both love each other. Thus, Anderson plans a romantic getaway with Dan, to make some holiday traditions of their own. (Yes, it’s holiday fic…yes I’m aware that it’s July…no I don’t know what’s wrong with me)
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'AC 360', 'Verdict with Dan Abrams', 'MSNBC', 'CNN', any associated entities, or any copyrighted material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copyrighted material.
This was written for my darling Aelora because it’s her birthday! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUV! I hope you like…the anti-romantic in me sucked it up and did it just for you. =D
Dan smiled as the car pulled up to the cabin, tucked carefully in a clearing, surrounded by a breathtaking view of the mountains.
Twenty four hours earlier he’d been resting in his office, looking over notes for the coming week’s shows when he like most of his higher level colleagues would be on vacation over the holidays. His assistant had poked her head in and smiled as she handed him a note:
Dress warmly, pack light, and don’t miss your flight.
He couldn’t help but smile as his fingers ran over the handwriting, and slid the ticket from his pocket. A gate number, but no airline listed assured him that Anderson had gone all out in preparing a holiday getaway they would both enjoy. He smiled when he remembered all of the things that had led him to this air of mystery and excitement.
Anderson had promised Dan that their first Holiday season together would be celebrated just for the two of them, paying no consideration for how their families believed they should work together their religious traditions. Both mothers had been quick to suggest intricate ideas weaving together family traditions though neither were particularly keen on compromising their own. Dan‘s sister had been insistent that Anderson participate in trips to the synagogue and the lighting of candles. Gloria had laughed off the idea that they might not hang stockings as ludicrous.
Anderson had finally gotten frustrated at Thanksgiving when everyone was once again arguing about the coming holidays. He’d thrown his hands up in the air and exclaimed, “It doesn’t matter, Dan and I have decided to go away for the week. So you guys can all do what makes you happy.” He’d turned to his mother, “You can go stay with Stan and be surrounded by your grandchildren.”
Dan had smiled before he chimed in, “And all of you can spend the time together like always, the kids playing at your feet as you cook too much and open expensive gifts that none of you will ever use.”
“We hosted Thanksgiving, and honestly you all owe it to us to let us avoid you for the next holiday.” His tone softened as he addressed Dan’s mother Efrat, “It’s like joint custody.” Anderson smiled as he closed his hand over hers. “You got him the first 43 years, I get him this year.”
Dan had instantly followed Anderson’s cue kissing Gloria lightly on the cheek, “and I get him.”
The men had exchanged knowing smiles, both stepping away from the table and leaving their families aghast in the dining room as the stole kisses and stifled giggles in the kitchen. After everyone finally left, all of them still too stunned to argue, the men had made love as they promised one another they would always be a team.
They had talked their families down from fits by promising to be back in town on Christmas day, and by promising to bring Gloria to the Abrams family Dinner celebrating Hanukah. Anderson had been excited with Dan’s willingness to be with him even though it meant being away from his family, promising him that they would honor the Abrams’ family traditions, but convincing him that they needed to make some of their own.
Anderson had suggested Rwanda, Dan the Hamptons. Both had snubbed their noses at the other, laughing lightly as they agreed to compromise. Anderson had done the research, made the arrangements and told Dan little about the plans, only promising that: there would be working indoor plumbing, expensive wine, and a fire place. Anderson had enjoyed keeping the details quiet, and even through playing twenty questions almost every night as they fell asleep, Dan hadn’t been able to steal much information from Anderson‘s tightly sealed lips.
When the jet landed and Dan recognized the mountains in Vermont where he’d often gone skiing with Dave, he was both pleasantly surprised and slightly shocked. It seemed too luxurious for Anderson to have picked out, too romantic and cozy as the driver approached a secluded cabin overlooking a frozen pond.
He was further excited to look up and see Anderson waiting for him on the porch, his dark jeans and black turtle neck making his eyes stand out against the snow and rustic wood surrounding him.
Dan smiled as he took his bags from the driver and headed up the walk to the porch. Anderson leaned in, kissing him lightly before he handed him a hot cup of coffee.
“There’s indoor plumbing, two cases of wine and a fire that I started myself in the fireplace, just for you.”
“Wow,” Dan said leaning in and kissing Anderson again, “all that and you? I must have done something right in a previous life.”
“I wasn’t aware the Jewish faith bought into karma or reincarnation. Good to know.”
Dan elbowed Anderson lightly in the ribs, happily letting him take a bag off his shoulder and following him into the cabin. Dan smiled when he noticed a beautiful Menorah on the side board complimented nicely by a large tree decorated with simple silver ornaments standing in the corner. “It’s nice,” Dan said following Anderson into the bedroom and flopping himself onto the comfy bed and bouncing several time as his feet hung over the edge.
Anderson laughed, “Dinner’s almost done, I left the wine selection to you.”
Dan shed his coat, and followed Anderson into the kitchen, smiling as he smelled fettuccini. “You made me Italian?”
Anderson nodded, “Your sister gave me the recipe. I hope it’s edible,” he stirred the sauce before he raised the spoon and blew the steam away offering it to Dan, his free palm cupping the space beneath the spoon.
Dan smiled, leaning in and blowing on the liquid before he closed his lips cautiously around the edge of the spoon. “Mmmm…very impressive Anderson, very impressive.”
Anderson got a satisfied smile motioning to the two boxes of wine on the table. “Ooh!” Dan said, “I especially like the care you used to set the table.”
Anderson rolled his eyes, “We’re eating in the living room. I’ll have you know it took a lot of effort to make that fucking fire.”
Dan laughed, exchanging smiles with Anderson before he turned his attention to selecting a wine while Anderson pulled bread from the oven and filled two plates with food. Dan slid a bottle from it’s wooden sleeve, turning it over in his hand before he picked up the corkscrew and opened it carefully. He noticed Anderson was holding out two glasses and smiled as he filled them with the wine. He slid them from Anderson’s hand and cupped the bottle under his arm as he followed him into the living room.
“The fire is very impressive,” Dan said, sitting next to Anderson on the floor between the coffee table and the couch.
Anderson smiled, clinking his glass against Dan’s. Dan smiled, teasing; “To religious holidays, and sacrilegious behaviors we couldn’t live without.”
Anderson giggled, shaking his head, “To making our own traditions.”
Dan smiled, kissing Anderson deeply before he took a drink of his wine. The two men made easy conversation, often brushing against one another as they laughed or told animated stories. Anderson smiled as Dan refilled his glass and complimented his meal.
“You are wonderful,” Dan whispered brushing his lips over Anderson’s cautiously.
Anderson pulled away to set down his wine, then slid his hands gently down Dan’s chest. “I love you, and I have a gift for you.”
Dan smiled, “Are we exchanging gifts now? I thought we were waiting until we were home…”
Anderson smiled, “It’s nothing, just…something small.”
Dan giggled as Anderson pulled a small package from under the couch neatly wrapped in red and silver. “Sneaky,” he teased, kissing Anderson’s neck lightly before he tore at the ribbon. Once open he found a small silver ornament lying in a bed of red velvet. He turned it over in his hand, noting that there was a small opening for a photograph and a tight cursive engraving:
December Holidays 2008: Vermont
He smiled at Anderson as Anderson stood and set his camera on the mantel, pulling Dan into his arms and ordering him to smile as the timer ticked down with increasing speed. After the flash Anderson stepped forward and checked the screen, verifying that the picture was ok. He showed it to Dan who nodded and smiled, closing the ornament in his fist.
“Ok,” Anderson said, closing his own fist over Dan’s, tightening his hold on the ornament. “Next year you plan the trip and pick the location.”
Dan smiled, “Our own tradition.”
“Our own tradition,” Anderson whispered, their smiles meeting as a complete expression of love, their desire to fill one another with the emotion overwhelming.
Anderson pulled away and Dan smiled at him curiously. “What are you doing?”
Anderson grinned, his mischievous smirk making Dan giggle. “Do you remember forever ago when you told me what your perfect date would be?”
Dan smiled surveying their surroundings. “Wine, pasta, a fireplace…”
“Only one thing missing,” Anderson said reaching for a remote and hitting play. Frank Sinatra’s soothing voice slowly began to flow from almost hidden speakers surrounding the room. Dan smiled, shaking his head as he stepped forward and slid his arms around Anderson.
Anderson returned the gesture, rocking steadily with Dan along to the soft music. “I love you. Happy Hanukah.”
Dan smiled against Anderson’s neck, kissing it lightly before he whispered, “I love you. Merry Christmas.”
Anderson nipped at his neck, sliding his tongue along the curve of his skin until he captured his earlobe gently between his teeth.
Dan nuzzled Anderson’s neck gently, “You know there is one more thing I said that my perfect date would include…”
Anderson pulled away, a confused look on his face, he was certain he’d covered all of the bases. “What…what did I forget?”
Dan smiled, pulling Anderson back into his arms, “I’m pretty sure I mentioned something about making love in front of the fire…”
Anderson giggled, sliding his hands down Dan’s body and tugging at his belt. “I am pretty sure you didn’t mention that…but I’m also pretty sure I could be convinced you did.”
Dan smiled as their lips met. “I love you,” he whispered as his hand slid down Anderson’s chest and began to work on his belt.
Soon both men were naked, still slowly rocking to the music as their hands strolled over the planes of their bodies, their smiles meeting over and over as they whispered promises of love and forever.
Anderson rested back against the thick blanket in front of the fire, Dan lowering himself over him as he planted a trail of kisses up Anderson’s stomach and chest. He nipped lightly at each nipple, his teeth dragging across Anderson’s flesh as his nails raked similar trails down his sides.
Anderson whimpered, arching his back against the pressure as Dan’s fingers closed around his cock. Anderson found Dan’s between them and began to pump against it in the same rhythm Dan was setting on him. “Please,” he whispered, begging Dan to take him.
Dan smiled, sliding away and parting Anderson’s legs as he pressed between them. He spit in his hand, sliding his over his cock several times to make sure he was coated before he pressed forward causing Anderson to hiss at the pressure. His palm slid up Anderson’s chest coming to rest on Anderson’s cheek, cradling his face as he began to rock against him slowly.
Anderson moaned, his eyes closing but quickly fluttering open to keep the eye contact despite the pain and pleasure building within him and begging for his concentration. His nails dug into Dan’s back, his pulse speeding along with Dan’s pumps both within him and as each thrust brought Dan’s flat stomach against his own painfully hard cock.
He whimpered, his need for release held off only by his need to please the man he loved. Dan captured his lips, their tongues dancing as their bodies melted together. The heat of the fire spreading over their exposed skin as the fire within them consumed them completely.
Anderson came, panting Dan’s name and rocking against him with as much force as he could muster. Dan followed him, crying out as he slowed and finally stilled. He slid to his side, cradling the man he loved in his arms and kissing his shoulder blade lightly over and over as their heartbeats slowed and steadied together.
“This is a tradition I could get used to,” Dan whispered against Anderson’s ear.
Anderson just smiled, pressing himself closer against Dan and enjoying the warmth both from the fireplace and the heat that surrounded him as he curled into his lover’s arms.