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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      American_Idol_RPF
  Relationship:
      David_Archuleta/David_Cook
  Character:
      David_Archuleta, David_Cook
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Plot_What_Plot, Underage_Sex, Possessive_Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-23 Words: 3026
****** Desperate ******
by carolion
Summary
     Cook can't stop taking and Archie won't stop giving.
He felt completely out of his head. Why else would he be here, pushing David
Archuleta down onto his mattress, pressing his own body down slowly,
deliberately. He kept expecting some sort of resistance, something that just
went too far, but while Archie's eyes were wide and shocked, his mouth parted
and panting, the boy just gave, every single time Cook asked for a little more.
He just gave it all up.
Cook groaned and turned his head to breathe hotly against Archie's neck, nosing
along the boy's jaw to his ear as one of his hands slid up Archie's side, under
his light t-shirt. The skin seemed to jump under his hand, but neither one
pulled away, and Archie's body felt burning hot to him, and it only increased
that desperation that was clawing at his throat. Cook growled a little and
shoved his hips up, actually scooting Archie forward on the bed a little more
as their bodies stretched out against each other.
Boldly, Cook reached down and wrapped a hand around the younger boy's thigh,
sliding his hand until he could lift Archie's leg up and to the side, forcing
him into a more vulnerable, open position. It was like Cook was looking for
Archie's breaking point, just waiting for that 'no' to spill from Archie's
lips, for his hands to be shoved away. But all Archie did was make this broken
little sound and twist, his back arching off the bed. Cook had to swallow a
soft little sound himself, and instead pushed himself up so he could look down
at the seventeen year old kid.
He was like something out of one of those terrible, twinky gay pornos, all
splayed out like this, with his jeans half undone and his shirt rucked up to
expose his chest and nipples. Cook reached out idly to rub a thumb over one
thoughtfully, mesmerized by the way Archie bit his lip and squirmed. Without
even thinking, he leaned down and kissed him, sucking that abused bottom lip
into his mouth and licking his way into his mouth, going for slow, and sweet,
and tender. His hand slipped from Archie's chest to cup his side, his thumb
pressing against the highest rib as a wave of possessiveness flooded his body
from head to toe.
Archie didn't want slow, or sweet, or tender, apparently. The boy surged up
desperately, his hands no longer curling in the comforter, but sliding into
Cook's hair, the fingers carding through it, shaking and obviously trying not
to pull. Their teeth clacked together a little painfully, but that low-burning
fire in Cook's belly had just ignited into a roar, and his grip tightened, and
he just devoured Archie's mouth, kissing as hard and as brutally as he knew
how.
When he pulled back and let Archie collapse back down limply, it was like a
punch in the gut. He looked - debauched. His lips were swollen and bitten
cherry-red, and suddenly all Cook could see was Archie on his knees with his
eyes closed and his eyelashes all fanned out against his skin and his cheeks
hollowed and -
"Get your clothes off."
His own voice startled him. Not because of how low or rough it sounded (or how
turned on, Jesus Christ) but because they hadn't spoken since Cook had pushed
Archie up against the door and kissed him, and hadn't been shoved away. Archie
looked surprised too - his eyes had flown open, and he was staring up at Cook
like he couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. Cook simply sat back a
little and waited, and then it was like the kid couldn't move fast enough. He
yanked his t-shirt up over his head and scooted up the bed, away from Cook's
heavy body so he could put his hands on his hips and shove his jeans down and
off. It was fascinating to watch, especially as Archie struggled with kicking
off his shoes and socks before his legs became completely tangled in his
clothes, until finally David Archuleta was laying there in only his underwear,
blushing everywhere. Cook felt something triumphant roar in his chest, and his
stomach flipped with overwhelming arousal.
He let Archie keep his boxers on - for now. For the time, he shed his own
clothing, pulling his shirt up and off of himself, taking the time to take off
his shoes first before unbuttoning his jeans and slithering out of them,
leaving them on a pool on the ground. He left his necklaces on though. He'd
seen how Archie had watched them, during the show, those hazel eyes returning
again and again to stare curiously at Cook's jewelry.
Archie wasn't looking anywhere near his neck now though.
Cook didn't spare himself any modesty, just hooked his thumbs beneath the
elastic of his boxers and pulled them down - he didn't miss the strangled gasp
that came from his young companion, however, and couldn't help the smirk that
automatically plastered itself to his lips. Cook had been avoiding looking
directly at Archie, still wanting to draw this own and make it last longer, but
he knew that if he looked at the teenager now, with his coltish limbs and acres
of naked skin he just wouldn't be able to stop himself.
The strangest part was how this all came about. It was completely out of blue.
It was just - tomorrow was the finale, and tonight had been stressful enough,
and Archie had been standing there looking so exhausted and lost, like he
didn't even care about anything. And that look on Archie's face was just
incomprehensible. If nothing else, that kid was always smiling, always showing
modicum of enthusiasm for music, for people, for life, and he just looked -
wiped out. Cook had just wanted some kind of reaction from him, and coupled
that with the adrenaline he was still feeling, and the stress of the
competition, all he could think to do was crowd up in Archie's space and kiss
him. It had seemed natural, easy. He had been looking for something in Archie,
anything.
He just hadn't realized what that kiss would do to him.
Cook had to look now though, now that the biting, rabid passion had abated,
just in time for it to sweep through him again. Archie looked exactly the way
he had imagined, bewildered and shy but aroused, holy fuck, so achingly needy.
He was clearly out of his element, his legs twisted awkwardly as he tried to
preserve some modesty despite the glaring bulge in his boxers. It didn't take
long for Cook to crawl up the bed, sliding his hand up Archie's long legs,
pressing a kiss to the underside of his knee. He felt the boy shiver underneath
him and heard his soft little hisses. All it did was intensify the roar of his
blood in his ears.
Cook spent some time rubbing his scruff along the inside of Archie's pale
thighs, listening the hitch in the boy's breath and watching, fascinated, as
the skin turned red from stimulation. He wasn't even thinking when he licked
and sucked at one spot, pressing his teeth in hard, then soothing the hurt away
with gentle, loving kisses. But when he pulled back - God, the rush of
satisfaction from seeing that mark on Archie - it was completely indescribable.
It was feral.
Cook scooted up, pressing his fingertips into the mark he'd just made on Archie
for a minute, just for the sake of hearing Archie's voice make that soft 'oh!'
sound again. But now he had to get the boy completely unclothed. Cook lowered
his mouth to kiss at the outline of Archie's cock through his boxers, and was
rewarded with a sudden jerk of the boy's body and a soft sob. Really, Cook
should be nicer to him, the kid was only seventeen. Do you know what seventeen
year old boys are like? Ready to go off at the slightest breeze, and here's
Cook, just laying over him, pressing him down and breathing over his erection,
all teasing and gentle, trailing lips. So he drew back and tugged down the
fabric, sliding it all the way down and off of Archie's legs and tossing them
to some dark corner of the room.
When he turned back to Archie, the boy was flushing all over, on hand fisted in
the covers and the other clutching desperately at thin air. Cook went a little
light headed with lust at the look on his young friend's face, that awful need
and desperation, and he practically flung himself on the boy, covering his body
with his own. There was this terrible tightness in his throat and he wanted,
God, he wanted Archie to know this was going to be okay. But all he could do
was act on his own mindless need, and lick a long stripe up Archie's elegant
neck, up the angle of his jaw, and nibble at his earlobe.
"I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars," Cook growled softly,
rocking his hips against Archie's and sliding their erections together,
shivering at how fucking good it felt already.
Archie just pulled back a little to look him the eye, his face completely
incredulous.
"Cook," he croaked - it was the first thing he'd said all night, "I can see
them already."
Cook thought he might actually die if he didn't have sex with David Archuleta
right that second.
Instead of letting Archie see how his words had affected the older man, Cook
kissed him soundly, cupping one hand on Archie's cheek and holding him in
place, sucking and licking and pulling back just to kiss him all over again. By
the end Archie was squirming, and Cook realized he had pinned one of the
teenager's wrists to the bed. Archie's other hand was clutching desperately at
Cook's hip, his fingernails digging into the skin.
"Shh," Cook soothed, rubbing his lips against the boy's mouth in a not-quite-
kiss, comfortingly, "It's okay baby, I've got you."
Cook let go of Archie's wrist, then worked his way down the teenager's body,
kissing and sucking where he could, spending a little more time than he meant
to on the boy's nipples, just delighting in the other worldly sounds Archie was
making. It made his head spin, and his cock throb. But he was a man on a
mission, and he didn't stop until he was wrapping his lips around Archie's
erection and sucking hard.
Archie was vibrating. That was the only word for it. He was choking on his
words, a series of splutters and 'oh!'s punctuated by long, rich moans that
made Cook himself shiver down to the bone, and made him work his tongue a
little harder against the underside of Archie's cock. He slid his mouth down
further, then up, and worked up a rhythm that wasn't took taxing on his neck or
his jaw, and that didn't force him to deep throat. One big hand came up to wrap
around the base of Archie's erection, and he stroked gently in time with his
sucks until the kid was a shaking mass of pleading sobs. There was nothing
quite like hearing Archie's patented 'gosh' in that tone of voice.
Cook pulled off with an obscene sound, looking up with smoky eyes at his young
friend, who was still gasping out 'please' like his life depended on it. He
kept stroking the boy, thumbing the head of his lover's cock almost
unconsciously. He brought his other hand up to his mouth, pressing two fingers
into his own mouth and sucking on them messily, coating them as sloppily with
saliva as he could, before pressing one digit against Archie's perineum. He
kept jacking him off, but he watched for a reaction as he trailed his wet
finger down to the boy's entrance, his own heart thumping loudly in his chest.
Archie's body hitched up a little, but then he kind of - relaxed (as much as he
could, still swaying on the edge of orgasm) and Cook knew that he was giving in
to this too. The rush of power nearly knocked Cook over, but he managed to keep
his cool, and pressed his finger inside, nuzzling against Archie's thigh
sweetly as he tightened his grip on the boy's erection just so and -
"Oh! Oh! Cook," and the way Archie's voice did that thing, where it hitched so
high and then got all soft, the way he said his name like a prayer, fuck. Cook
had to turn his face into Archie's shaking, trembling thighs as he eased the
boy through his orgasm. He wiped his hand on the covers and looked up at
Archie, who had thrown an arm across his eyes. Cook pushed his finger back
inside the boy, just to watch his reaction. The teenager jerked upright, his
eyes wide and mouth wide open, and Cook just, god, he couldn't, not for much
longer. He groaned and pushed one of Archie's legs onto his shoulder, pushing
up until he was wide open, and Cook was staring down at his face as he slid two
fingers into that perfect, perfect place.
It was probably too much. But, fuck, he couldn't help it, couldn't stop it.
Archie was squirming against him, underneath him, and all he wanted to do was
take and claim and own him, inside and out. His cock pulsed eagerly at the
thought, and he shuddered out a breath, staring down at the younger man.
"Archie," he pleaded, "you gotta let me, please, please," and he wasn't even
sure what he was asking for, except he did know, and he wasn't sure-
"Yes," the boy gasped out, arching a little, his chin trembling, "yes, okay,
Cook, gosh," and Cook was withdrawing his fingers and scrambling for the beside
table drawer, the one with the tissues on top and the little bottle of lotion
and box of condoms inside. He dragged out the necessities with shaking hands,
Archie's body still curved against his and making it even harder to
concentrate.
He finally managed to put the condom on and slick himself, shivering as the
weight of the situation was settling on and around him, making the air heavy
and hard to breathe.
"Archie-" Cook started, but as he stared down at the boy underneath him, the
words caught in his throat. Archie looked - God, fucking gorgeous. A sheen of
sweat covered his neck and chest, his cheeks were pink with exertion, and his
eyes were wide and scared but so fucking trusting, and Cook wanted nothing but
to take, take, take but he still, he needed to know.
"Please," Archie mumbled, shaking a little, and that's when Cook noticed he was
hard, again, his hips doing little thrusts up as he searched for contact.
"Please, please Cook, please," like he only knew that one word and Cook's name.
He didn't need any more convincing.
Leaning down to kiss his competitor, Cook sank into him, swallowing the choked
cry and kissing away the shocked tears as Archie adjusted. He soothed him,
stroking a hand along the boy's quivering stomach and up his side, petting him
like one would pet a nervous animal. Staying still was a torture all in itself.
The building passion that had been abated by fear and nervousness was rushing
back, a scalding heat that made him want to sink his teeth into Archie's neck
and mark him where everyone could see it. Instead, he groaned and sank in
deeper as Archie's body gave in to him. Always, always giving. His stomach
swooped and Cook snarled from somewhere deep inside and he just took.
His arms wrapped around his lover's body and he pressed the boy almost in half
with his body, Archie's leg still hooked over his shoulder. The boy's face was
open and broken and shocked, a fascinating display of desire and fear and so
much trust. Cook thrust evenly, satisfaction settling heavy in his bones as the
fear slowly faded from his lover's face, replaced by a dawning awe and
shuddering arousal as Cook claimed him with little mercy. Archie made little
sounds every time Cook pressed deep inside, soft grunts or moans or mewls
(which drove Cook crazy, and made his hips increase their speed almost
helplessly), but when Cook held it there, sweat dripping off his brow, Archie
would start off whining, then slowly escalate into a high pitched wail, his
hands clutching at Cook's back and hair, his nails leaving half-moon imprints.
Cook wanted to cry with how good it was.
"Fuck," he mumbled into Archie's neck as his hips lost their rhythm and
stuttered wildly, and he was clinging so hard to the edge of orgasm. He worked
a hand between them and it only took a couple good strokes before Archie was
fucking himself up into his hand and coming for the second time that night.
He was shaking and doing that low, sobbing sound again and Cook groaned as
Archie's body actually shivered around him, and came hard inside of him.
He would pretend later that it was sweat he blinked out of his eyes.
After he'd pulled out (and Cook didn't want to think about that little part of
him that had said 'no' and wanted to stay there forever) and cleaned them up a
little with damp towel, Cook had collapsed next to Archie. The teenager had
curled into a ball on his side, and he looked so pale and vulnerable and used.
Cook's heart did a stutter-stop before he reached out a hand to place
soothingly on Archie's back. The skin still jumped.
"Wha-What are we going to do?" His voice was small and confused.
"I don't know," Cook answered honestly, and then wiggled closer and wrapped his
arms around the kid. Archie turned in his arms and buried his face against
Cook's chest. (That slow, sweet satisfaction was back, low and purring in
Cook's heart.) "We'll figure it out," he promised, but he couldn't offer
anything more than that.
(Even after Archie had offered him everything, he still couldn't offer anything
more than that.)
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