Scenario Entry
Title: Addicted
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: M for mature, I guess
Scenario: #2 - Song: Addicted by Kelly Clarkson
Word Count: 990
Summary: David has become his drug, and Jason wants to quit. But can he do it? Takes place at some point between ALW and ND weeks.
Author's Note: I don't really like the ending too much, but oh well. Enjoy. <3
That morning when you woke up you had decided that it was time to end it. You've let yourself fall in too deep, and you're drowning in this lust. It actually feels like it's consuming you, and other aspects of your life are starting to suffer. Your performances, and your health, just to name a few.
You haven't been alone together at all today, other than for half an hour or so in the morning and you'd both been too busy to do anything, especially to talk.
You've started to think he might know, since the constant presence of somebody; anybody, else just seems too deliberate. That, and his frantic text messages, and sneaky looks have been more popular than ever today. And you have to admit, the way keeps looking at you, touching you every chance he gets, and the words he whispers into your ear whenever he can, is slowly breaking your will.
You've allowed him so much power over you, and now the thought of separation leaves you short of breath. You need to end it, you know this, but suddenly you're not so sure if you can.
And so you tell yourself "tomorrow". Tomorrow you'll tell him, tomorrow you can tell him it's time for a break, just until the show is over. You think you could last that long. Just a break, though, you know you could never quit him, not for good. As for tonight, you need to be with him one more time. You need him over you. Inside of you.
The sudden vibration in your pocket startles you out of your dazed state of contemplation, and you pull out your phone to check the text. Your face lights up when you see that it's from David. Of course it's from David, though. Who else would it be?
"Only one more hour, babe. I miss you."
Simple, but to the point, kind of like you.
Within the hour, David will be home, and you need to know your decision, have to decide, because when he walks through that door, stealing your breath in his kiss, your determination will be all that you have left.
You quickly type back a response of "Can't wait. Miss you, too", and close your phone, setting it on the coffee table. A low sigh escapes your lips as you lean back into the couch.
Tomorrow. That's your final decision, for tonight, at least. Tomorrow means more time to think, more time to sort things out, and one last beautiful and wonderful night before you have to spend four agonizing weeks pretending like there is nothing between you. Of course, that's if you even last four more weeks in the competition. Even knowing what's at risk if you don't, you still aren't sure if you can do it. But you know you have to. Right?
You glance across the room, toward the clock, and sigh again. Suddenly, you just really want David to come home, you need him there with you. Impatiently, you stand, walking to the bedroom that you share with him, and grab your guitar. You sit cross legged on the bed, guitar in your lap, and just start playing. You're not even sure what song it is. The music just is.
As you play, David's face swims through your mind's eye. You can imagine in perfect detail how he looks after performing Billie Jean, you can see the way his eyes had lit up when he'd found out that Adam would be coming to watch him sing, you can see the tears that had glistened in his eyes when Michael had been voted off. Above all other vision, however, is the image of his amazing body, covered in his sweat and your cum as he lays over you, keeping you pinned down, after your first time together. That may well always be your best, and favorite, memory of David. You can still remember it so vividly. You can practically still feel his breath on your neck, the way your heart was pounding so hard you thought you would explode..
No. You shouldn't be thinking about that. You'll never go through with the break now.
Of course, now that the image is in your mind, it isn't going anywhere. So you just let it remain there, and keep playing your guitar. You don't even know how much time has passed, you're so lost in the music, so when you hear David's voice you're honestly surprised. It's been an hour already?
"Kelly Clarkson?", he's asked, and you look up to see him looking at you with his eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing his lips.
You just shrug, you weren't really sure what you were playing. "Hey, you recognized it," you fire back and his smirk fades.
"Damn. You've got me there." He says after crossing the room to sit in front of you, taking your guitar from your hands and setting it aside, before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
You smile into his kiss, letting him pull you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, as he starts to kiss your's.
"I missed you, baby," he murmurs against your skin, and you shiver.
"I missed you, too."
He brings his lips back up to meet your's, his tongue sliding along your bottom lips looking for permission to enter. Permission which you, of course, grant him. His tongue roams your mouth wildly, and you wonder how you could ever live without this. You couldn't. It's as simple as that. As he starts to pull off your shirt, pushing you down onto the bed, you think to yourself that this must be what addiction feels like.
Author: wakingnitemarex / hatemetoday_xx
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: M for mature, I guess
Scenario: #2 - Song: Addicted by Kelly Clarkson
Word Count: 990
Summary: David has become his drug, and Jason wants to quit. But can he do it? Takes place at some point between ALW and ND weeks.
Author's Note: I don't really like the ending too much, but oh well. Enjoy. <3
That morning when you woke up you had decided that it was time to end it. You've let yourself fall in too deep, and you're drowning in this lust. It actually feels like it's consuming you, and other aspects of your life are starting to suffer. Your performances, and your health, just to name a few.
You haven't been alone together at all today, other than for half an hour or so in the morning and you'd both been too busy to do anything, especially to talk.
You've started to think he might know, since the constant presence of somebody; anybody, else just seems too deliberate. That, and his frantic text messages, and sneaky looks have been more popular than ever today. And you have to admit, the way keeps looking at you, touching you every chance he gets, and the words he whispers into your ear whenever he can, is slowly breaking your will.
You've allowed him so much power over you, and now the thought of separation leaves you short of breath. You need to end it, you know this, but suddenly you're not so sure if you can.
And so you tell yourself "tomorrow". Tomorrow you'll tell him, tomorrow you can tell him it's time for a break, just until the show is over. You think you could last that long. Just a break, though, you know you could never quit him, not for good. As for tonight, you need to be with him one more time. You need him over you. Inside of you.
The sudden vibration in your pocket startles you out of your dazed state of contemplation, and you pull out your phone to check the text. Your face lights up when you see that it's from David. Of course it's from David, though. Who else would it be?
"Only one more hour, babe. I miss you."
Simple, but to the point, kind of like you.
Within the hour, David will be home, and you need to know your decision, have to decide, because when he walks through that door, stealing your breath in his kiss, your determination will be all that you have left.
You quickly type back a response of "Can't wait. Miss you, too", and close your phone, setting it on the coffee table. A low sigh escapes your lips as you lean back into the couch.
Tomorrow. That's your final decision, for tonight, at least. Tomorrow means more time to think, more time to sort things out, and one last beautiful and wonderful night before you have to spend four agonizing weeks pretending like there is nothing between you. Of course, that's if you even last four more weeks in the competition. Even knowing what's at risk if you don't, you still aren't sure if you can do it. But you know you have to. Right?
You glance across the room, toward the clock, and sigh again. Suddenly, you just really want David to come home, you need him there with you. Impatiently, you stand, walking to the bedroom that you share with him, and grab your guitar. You sit cross legged on the bed, guitar in your lap, and just start playing. You're not even sure what song it is. The music just is.
As you play, David's face swims through your mind's eye. You can imagine in perfect detail how he looks after performing Billie Jean, you can see the way his eyes had lit up when he'd found out that Adam would be coming to watch him sing, you can see the tears that had glistened in his eyes when Michael had been voted off. Above all other vision, however, is the image of his amazing body, covered in his sweat and your cum as he lays over you, keeping you pinned down, after your first time together. That may well always be your best, and favorite, memory of David. You can still remember it so vividly. You can practically still feel his breath on your neck, the way your heart was pounding so hard you thought you would explode..
No. You shouldn't be thinking about that. You'll never go through with the break now.
Of course, now that the image is in your mind, it isn't going anywhere. So you just let it remain there, and keep playing your guitar. You don't even know how much time has passed, you're so lost in the music, so when you hear David's voice you're honestly surprised. It's been an hour already?
"Kelly Clarkson?", he's asked, and you look up to see him looking at you with his eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing his lips.
You just shrug, you weren't really sure what you were playing. "Hey, you recognized it," you fire back and his smirk fades.
"Damn. You've got me there." He says after crossing the room to sit in front of you, taking your guitar from your hands and setting it aside, before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
You smile into his kiss, letting him pull you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, as he starts to kiss your's.
"I missed you, baby," he murmurs against your skin, and you shiver.
"I missed you, too."
He brings his lips back up to meet your's, his tongue sliding along your bottom lips looking for permission to enter. Permission which you, of course, grant him. His tongue roams your mouth wildly, and you wonder how you could ever live without this. You couldn't. It's as simple as that. As he starts to pull off your shirt, pushing you down onto the bed, you think to yourself that this must be what addiction feels like.