Sing To The Morning Light

Johnstro ficlet - Desperation

2008-10-03T14:53:53Z

THE ANGST. IT HURTS. D:

Plus: strong language and sexual themes. Do not read if offended by such things. Set in Michael's point of view.
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You weren't thinking clearly. Your mind was all fuzzy, disoriented, clogged. Running purely on instinct; animalistic urges. That's the conclusion you managed to muster up. Why else would you be fucking Jason Castro into his mattress right now?

Stacy...god, she's going to be furious. Wait, who says she has to know? I mean, as long as she doesn't find out...

You groan, a low, primal noise that pushes forth from the trappings of your throat. No, I have to tell her, you decide. I wouldn't be able to keep it from her. Another groan, this time your body shakes and shivers, causing your back to arch up, as Jason bucks forward, pushing against you as your cock slides in further, penetrating him to the very core, it feels like. Grasping on to him with trembling fingers, you continue, thrusting in a steady, careful rythmn, grinding him deeper and deeper in to the bed; with the way this is going, there just might be an imprint left on the mattress!

"Mmmmm...nnnnnngh..." Soft gutteral moans leave Jason's mouth and you move in to quiet him down. Lips press over his in a possessive, silencing kiss. Hands reach up to grab hold of your neck, pulling you down. Eyes widening, you give a grunt of surprise; a warm tongue has just entered your mouth and you can't help but quiver at how good it feels. I'm horrible, you tell yourself. Here I am, a married man, having sex with one of my closest friends(another man, no doubt), while my wife knows nothing of it! I really should...stop...this...

All resistance you had fades away. Jason just attacked your neck and throat with kisses and now his teeth were lightly biting at the skin there. A lovebite. Oh, this is just fantastic. Well, maybe if you're lucky enough, the bruise will fade by the time the tour ends and Stacy won't even see it.

Yeah. Fucking. Right.

"J-Jason," you gasp, flushing his form against yours. Climax was drawing near. You feel it, hear it, taste it. Heat washes over you, leaving your skin a deep, blushing red. Holding the young man to you, you release, spasming with such force you thought your heart was going to explode.

"M-Michael...!"

Time stood still in the moments after. You rolled off Jason and tumbled gently to the bed, dabbing away the sweat that gathered at your brow. You couldn't bear to look Jason in the eye. You felt dirty. Shameful.

Silence fell over like a fog. Jason scooted over, so that his face was resting in the crook of your neck. Goosebumps popped up all over your highly sensitive flesh. You didn't push him away, though. It was nice. Comforting. Without a word, you reached over and patted his hand that clutched at the blankets. He smiled, a beautiful smile that lit up his entire face, making his blue eyes shine like jewels. You didn't want to ruin this moment for him. So you didn't. Let him believe that you loved him enough to commit adultery.

I do love him, you muse. And that's why this hurts so much. I love both him and Stacy. But I can't choose between them. I just...can't.

Can't I have them both?

END

Cross-posted at mi_stro.

Seriously, wth

2008-10-03T14:42:09Z

Three episodes into the new season of Supernatural and I'm obsessed with the angel, Castiel. Hence my new icon. xD;;;

HE'S SO PRETTY. <3

Plus, Dean/Castiel = OTP. ~~Oh my gosh, what?~~

Bones art - Duo

2008-10-02T14:54:20Z

A marker doodle of my beloved Booth and Brennan. <3 Done completely in my style, so forgive the likenesses. ^^;

Duo

Cross-posted at boothandbrennan.

Thanks for looking! :)

ALSO: I'm totally into the pairing of Booth/Sweets. I'm going to try and write fic later. It may involve tie!kink and maybe some crossdressing. We'll see if the muse cooperates. :3

AI Art - Tease

2008-10-01T15:17:53Z

Oh, Archie, you're such the tease.

Tease

My favorite part of this? The falling strap. *g*

**The link is to my dA page. For some reason, the picture wouldn't upload regularly. >>

Thanks for looking! :)

Cross-posted at cookleta.

MY BABY BOYYYYY

2008-10-01T14:52:18Z

OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS.

I SAW "CRUSH" ON TV. THE ACTUAL VIDEO.

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM.

You know who'd make a lovely pairing?

2008-10-01T14:14:42Z

Angel/Doyle.

Oh my gosh, so CUTE. *g*

~~Rewatching the boxests, ftw~~

Metalocalypse art - Smile

2008-09-29T23:37:52Z

Toki's so cute. :P

Drawn for overlies, who is the Toki to my Nathan. Nathan loves you! <3

I (shamelessly)took the pose from one of my favorite pictures of David Boreanaz; he's sooo cute in the picture and I thought that it could definitely work for Toki. Heehee. x]

Smile

Thanks for looking! :)

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately

2008-09-24T15:29:47Z

I honestly might forget trying to get in to school and just get a job. I've been out of school for two years, and haven't really accomplished anything. I feel lazy, lathargic, and...useless. I WANT to make a living off of my art. Is that too much to ask? I just want to draw for a living.

I'm shooting for the Art Institute of Jacksonville, even though they don't offer Illustration. VERY expensive, though. I'm cringing just thinking about the expenses.

*sigh*

If I were to offer commissions, would anyone take them? It would greatly help my financial status.

Also, art trades are open. I need to draw something fierce. Plus, receiving art in the mail from friends makes me all sorts of happy. <3

Another also: Suzanne and I are(hopefully) planning on getting an apartment together once she finishes school. That's something to look forward to. :)

Another inside joke coming right at you

2008-09-23T18:09:11Z

Taken from a Jensen/Jared roleplay in which Suzanne(overlies)was playing deaf!Jensen and I was Jared.

Jensen: "I can't hear anything."

Jared: "Oh my God, are you deaf?!"

...needless to say, we couldn't continue it after that. We were laughing too hard. xD;;;

So last night's episode was pretty much awesome

2008-09-18T18:20:24Z

Am I the only one who wants Hodgins/Sweets?

Omg, the sexual tension between them was AWESOME. *licks* And of course, I loved the B/B. The hug at the end was all sorts of cute. I aww'd. <3

Oh! I have gone and made a Fanfiction.net account. You can check it out here:

http://www.fanfiction.net/~stolenpearldevotion

There's only one story up so far, but whatever. :D

Blarrrrrgh

2008-09-17T19:46:39Z

Cramps are never fun.

*falls over*

House 5x01

2008-09-17T03:13:14Z

So the new season of House started. YAYS. I quite enjoyed the premiere, although the ending of it left me kind of "Eh" on Wilson's part. "We're not friends anymore, House. I'm not sure if we ever were."

OUCH.

...I did get a kick out of Cuddy's "Couple-counseling" line, though. xD And House's "Friendship matters more to me than this patient." D'AW HOUSE CARES ABOUT WILSON. THEY NEED TO GO BACK TO BEING BUDDIES/LOVERS. :C

There was a tinytiny moment for H/Ch(at least, to me). The bit where Chase tells Kutner, 13, etc. that he won't listen to them, but he'd "do it for House." I'm paraphrasing, but still. I flailed(in my mind). :D

So, yeah. Both my pairings got some love this time.

...even though Wilson's breaking it off with House. Oh PLEASE don't let that be permanent. H/W! <3

Cookleta art - Kiss Me

2008-09-16T16:09:11Z

I was listening to Sixpence None The Richer and got inspired to draw this. "Kiss Me" is SUCH a Cookleta song, my gosh. <3

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor..

Aha, I loved this drawing so much I made it in to an icon! *points to it*

:D

Cross-posted to cookleta.

Hernanzie drabble - This is only the beginning...

2008-09-15T16:22:46Z

A short, little thing written off the top of my head. It's lame, but whatever. Hernanzie(Chikezie/David Hernandez) needs more love, omg. THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER. <3
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A brush of lips, timid and fumbling. "A-Are you sure about this?" Pulling back, he stared intently at the person before him, trying to ignore his racing heart.

"I am," that smooth voice said, the words dripping like honey, "I like you, man. Alot. And I know you like me."

"I-I do."

"Then why are you so nervous? Calm down, we're only kissing. It's not like we're gonna have sex...unless you want to." Following that sentence was a sly smile and a flirty wink.

"Hernandez, please! We...we're still new in to our relationship. Don't rush such things, 'kay?" A kiss, quick and chaste. "I want to take things slowly. I...I really think this could on for a long time."

"You do? Really, Chikezie?" Eyes widen and the dark skinned young man let out a spurt of laughter. "Honest, David," he said in a softer tone, taking Hernandez's hand into his own. "Don't you think so?"

Silence fell over the two men as Hernandez contemplated the aforementioned question. Chikezie kept his steady gaze on him, eyes never falling, until his look was returned. The tiniest of smiles ran across Hernandez's face; he squeezed Chikezie's hand lightly before he spoke.

"I do."

END

Cross-posted at idolslash.

Ska-weeeee

2008-09-15T03:04:50Z

Hung out with overlies this weekend. That was all sorts of amazing. We went swimming a lot and role-played. Fun times. :D

I happened to catch the repeat of the Metalocalypse season finale that I missed. And OMG, you were so right, Suzanne. It was all sorts of amazing for a Nathan/Toki shipper. *g*

Even though she'd seen it already, she still watched it. And we both squeed and held on to each other when that one particular line came up.

"You cares about me, Nathan. You really cares about me!"

GUH. And when Toki attacked that ~~whore~~ creepy lady after she kissed Nathan? GUH AGAIN. IT WAS JUST...SO EPIC AND WIN AND LOVE AND AND *shot*

I swear, Brendan Small, you're trying to kill me.

NATHAN/TOKI FTW. IT'S CANON, YO. <3

Johnstro art - Happy kiss

2008-09-12T15:00:44Z

Finally drew up some Johnstro(Michael Johns/Jason Castro). They are argueably my second favorite AI ship. <3

Happy kiss

Cross-posted at idolslash.

Getting my self in to gear

2008-09-10T23:06:33Z

I'm trying to get back in to school. I'm looking in to The Art Institute of Jacksonville and it looks like there's a decent chance of me applying.

I'll be checking in to graphic design. They don't offer illustration, but that's okay. GD was my second choice anyway.

I'm excited. I'm (hopefully) going back to school! :D

Plus, they have housing near the school. I'm looking in to getting an apartment if I get in. *grin*

whine

2008-09-09T17:48:08Z

I'm totally craving some kettle corn, but I don't have the money to go out and buy some.

D:

Also, I've been slacking in the art department. I need to draw. Something. ANYTHING.

...not having a job sucks. I reallyreally need to get a hold of my social security card. I need to start bringing money in.

If I were to offer art commissions, would anyone take me up on it? It would greatly help my financial status. ^^;

Bones drabble - Experiment

2008-09-08T18:09:38Z

My first attempt at writing femslash. :)

Title: Experiment
Pairing: Angela/Temperance
Rating: PG
Warnings: Girls kissing. If this offends you, then please do not read.
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"So...you want to try it?"

"I'm not sure, Ang. I mean, I'm not a les-"

"Neither am I, sweetie, but it doesn't hurt to experiment. Broaden your horizons." Angela winked at the woman before her. "Besides," she added, further moving in, closing any and all space between them, "You can be bisexual, you know."

Temperance sighed, eyebrows furrowed as she mused over her best friend's proposition. "This is true," she said slowly, tucking away loose strands of dark hair behind her ears. "Who's to say? We could learn from the experience."

"Indeed, we can," Angela agreed, dipping her head, soft black curls bouncing over her shoulders. Fingers grasping Temperance's wrist, she carefully allowed her lips to brush against the woman's own, gentle and tender. Temperance shivered ever so slightly. It was so...soft, the kiss. Light. Nothing like kissing a man. She pressed back, giving a low moan of content. The strawberry lip gloss Angela was wearing smudged on to her own mouth, sweet and sugary. Parting her lips just so, Temperance attempted to lick away the makeup, but then gave a start. Angela had slipped her tongue inside her mouth, poking around anywhere she could.

Feeling all sorts of flushed, Temperance fell back against the pillows, Angela falling on top of her in the process. "Mmmm, you okay, sweetie?" she whispered, hand cupping her face lovingly.

Temperance found herself leaning in to the contact, eyes fluttering closed as her cheek rubbed up against the warm skin of Angela's palm. "Y-Yes," she sighed. "I just...wow." She chuckled. "That was, ah...interesting, to say the least."

"It was. To be honest, I thought it was all kinds of hot," Angela grinned. "Never did girl-on-girl before. It was fun."

"More fun than being with Hodgins?" Temperance cracked a grin.

"No, but," Angela stated, tossing her hair back over her shoulders, "I would definitely do it again. With you." Her eyes locked onto Temperance's and she gave a wavery smile. "If you want to."

Temperance leaned in and brushed her mouth against Angela's cheek. "It was...kind of fun, I will admit. Exciting." She returned the woman's smile and nodded. "I wouldn't mind."

"Me, either."

The two lasped in to a comfortable silence, absorbing all that had just happened. "So, what does this make us? Girlfriends?" Temperance questioned.

Angela shrugged. "I don't think so. I'm still in love with Hodgins. So, technically, no. We're just friends...with some benefits." She tossed her best friend an amusing grin. "We can just make out whenever we want. No commitment involved."

"Oh, I see." Temperance let her head fall on Angela's shoulder. She reached over and took hold of the woman's hand, lightly running her nails over the tan skin. "So...you want to continue on, then?"

"Hmmm?"

"Continue on with the kissing. Friends with benefits, right?"

"Right. Friends with benefits." Before making any contact, Angela let her fingers cradle Temperance's face. "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you, too, Angie."

Then, their lips met.

END

Cross-posted at bones_slash.

Cookleta fic - Getting Even

2008-09-08T17:57:05Z

Uploading fics like a beast. Sorry, f-list! :D

To answer degreesofevil's prompt request: "Archie makes out with Andrew to make Cook jealous".

Title: Getting Even
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kissing and some language
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David Archuleta was in rare form. He was frustrated. Huffy. And had no idea why. Well...that's not exactly true. He had an idea as to why he was feeling grumpy, but being David Archuleta, he didn't want to admit it. I mean, he did not get mad at people. It wasn't his nature.

And yet, here he was, grumbling and fuming over one David Cook. His boyfriend. Lover. The person who he'd gladly spend the rest of his life with. The one person who'd he never thought he'd get angry at.

Planted on the couch, he sat, arms crossed, eyes closed, the dark lashes fluttering against his skin; his breathing the only sound in the room. It echoed off the walls and drifted through the air. With a disoriented sigh, David let his arms fall to his sides, hands swaying gently, lightly touching the soft pleather cushions. A sparkle of gold caught his eye and he let his green-brown gaze fall on to his right hand; bound about the ring finger was a white-gold band. A promise ring.

Holding it up to the light, he mouthed the words that were engraved upon it. To my angel. Love forever and for always, David Roland. He knew Cook meant it. Really, he did. Why else would he have given it to him in the first place?

Despite all this, David had an inkling of doubt. He tried to ignore it. Put it in the back of his mind, but to no avail. It kept creeping up on him. Pushing forth into his thoughts, occupying his brain, nagging at him constantly. Cook is a flirt, after all. He doesn't mean harm by it. That's just how he is. A naturally friendly person. Yet when they made appearances together, David sort of dreaded them. Just a tad bit. He just knew the flirty side was going to come out, joke around, play. And...he didn't really like it.

Gosh, he didn't want to be so selfish, trying to stop Cook from being himself. How dare he even attempt to! So, being the nice, loving, considerate boyfriend he is, he let it slide. Why should he be so possessive anyway? He knows that Cook loves him and always will. But...

Maybe I can try it? David mused, running the pad of his left index finger over the shiny, metallic band. What's the harm in that? I mean, Cookie does it and I'm (somewhat)okay with it. Surely, he'll feel the same way...?

Taking a gander at the watch on his wrist, David sighed. Speaking of Cook, he should be getting back any time now. He was out and about today, working on his album: writing material, designing cover art, etc. etc. Meanwhile, David himself had a day off; a rareity in itself. He spent it rather well, he thought. Managed to catch up on his sleep. At least the heavy circles under his eyes were gone! Smiling to himself, he stood up with a grunt, stretched, and stepped outside to the porch, where he squinted at the rays of sunlight hitting the house. Only a few minutes went by when a car pulled up to the long, gravel driveway. The doors slammed shut as a person made their way out of the vehicle.

"Cookie!" David exclaimed, sprinting toward the man and enveloped him in a huge hug. "You're home!"

"Archie!" Cook responded, wrapping his arms tightly around his boy in return. "How are you, baby?"

"Good," he giggled as the older man leaned down to give him a quick kiss to the cheek. David turned and caught Cook's lips with his mouth instead. "And you?"

"Ah, I'm fine. A little tired, but fine," Cook said, making his way in to the house. "Oh! I forgot. Archie, Andrew's with me, too. He dropped by the studio today and wanted to visit."

David turned and, lo and behold, there was Andrew, Cook's younger brother, standing before him, grinning. "Hey, Archie," he said, waving.

"Hi, Andrew," David answered back, matching his wave with one of his own. Suddenly, a light went off in his head and he smiled, an idea forming. Maybe I can trying flirting with Andrew, he thought. He is rather attractive...

They settled in to the living room with a couple drinks(nothing alcoholic) and David made sure that, while he sat with Cook, he kept making eye contact with Andrew. Even while cuddling and being affectionate, he would allow his eyes to meet and hold Andrew's gaze for a few seconds, nothing more, then return his attention to Cook. Andrew stared at him quizically, not understanding the continuing glances at first, but eventually he must have understood because he flirted back. And David found himself growing a little giddy at that prospect. Andrew was flirting with him, too! A light giggle escaped him. "What are you giggling about, Arch?" Cook questioned.

"Oh, nothing, Cookie," he replied, hopping off the man's lap. He made his way over to where Andrew was sitting on the couch and sat down. "Hi, Andrew."

"Hi, Archie," Andrew said, smiling at the youth before him. He observed that David was looking rather flushed; a deep blush reddened his tan skin and he was trembling slightly. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," David answered. He gulped and moved in closer, so that their legs were brushing up against each other. "I...I'm fine." This was so weird. He wanted to flirt with Andrew. Really, he did. But now, he wasn't so sure. He didn't like doing this in front of Cook. He met his lover's gaze and noticed that the older man didn't seem too bothered by it all. His eyebrows raised slowly. Cookie's okay with this? I really thought he would've said something by now. I would have! Taking a deep breath, David stared at Andrew, thinking over what to do. If Cook really was unbothered by it all...

David felt himself scoot in closer. Now, he and Andrew's chests were barely touching. He could hear the man's breathing, feel the tension. He thought he heard Cook give a slight cough in the background, but he dutifully ignored it. Meeting Andrew's heavy-lidded stare, he inhaled sharply before closing the space between them.

The kiss was awkward at first, slow and fumbling, but David did not pull away. Grabbing a hold of Andrew's shirt, he tugged on the fabric, clenching it between his fingers, causing the man to fall forward. Their lips pressed together even more, making it deeper. David's hand went to the back of Andrew's neck, grasping and pulling at the dark tufts of hair splayed at the nape. The man let out a muffled groan, eyes slipping closed, as he placed his arms firmly around David's waist. Heat fell over the youth. He felt dizzy, feverish. Warmth spread through him like lightning, giving him little jolts of pleasure at each and every touch. He knew Cook was watching, yet that only made him more excited. He shivered when he felt Andrew's tongue lick at his lips, begging entrance.

David groaned, complying. He obediently parted his mouth and their tongues met in a frenzied dance. He whimpered; Andrew's hands now rested on his thigh, fingers digging in to the coarse denim of his jeans. Pushing Andrew's hands away, he pulled back a little. He didn't want to actually do anything with Andrew. Just make out with him. To, you know, make Cook jealous; give him a taste of his own medicine.

The room was dead silent as David settled himself back on to the couch. He didn't even bother to meet Cook's gaze. Now that it was over, he felt ashamed. Dirty. Glancing over at Andrew, he noticed that the man hadn't moved from his spot. Why, he didn't even bother fixing his glasses. They still sat askewed on his nose, hanging off. "Ugh, um." David paused and cleared his throat. "Um, Cookie?"

Without a word, Cook stood up from his chair and exited the room. Andrew seemed to finally break out of his reverie and hastily returned his glasses to the rightful spot on his face. He coughed softly and said, "Wow, um, that was...wow, Archie." He forced a laugh. "I...I didn;t know you liked me like that."

"I...I don't! Um, I-I don't. I just...gah, um. I wanted...oh, gosh, um, Cookie! Please, wait up!" With that he sprinted after the older man.

David found Cook in their bedroom, sitting on their bed. Closing the door quietly, David stood at the foot, fiddling with his thumbs. "C-Cookie?" he stuttered.

Seafoam eyes locked on to him, piercing right through him, it seemed. "Archie," he said quietly. "Would you mind explaining what the hell just happened?"

The youth wavered underneath that gaze, swaying ever so slightly. "Oh, Cookie," he choked out. "I-I didn't mean any harm by it! It was...it was just harmless flirting!"

"Flirting that ended up with my brother's tongue down your throat," Cook stated. "Seriously, Arch. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I...um, I..." He trailed off, eyes darting to the floor. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, but he was determined not to let them fall. "I just wanted to see if I could flirt. I just...wanted to see if I could do it."

"Well, obviously, you can." Cook drew in a breath, dragging his palm over his face. "Why would you want to---"

"You do it," David interrupted, cutting the older man off. Cook's eyes widened. "You flirt all the time! I watch you, making suggestive comments, acting all cozy with people. You do it right in front of me and I don't say anything, Cookie. It...It's no fair. I-I try it and you get mad at me. It's no fair!"

The older man straightened up and stepped over to David, standing just inches away. "I don't make out with people in front of my boyfriend, Arch."

"I...I d-didn't mean t-to..." The tears were falling now, lightly, sliding down his cheeks in droplets. "I just w-wanted to s-see if you'd d-do anything..."

The older man softened visibly. "Awww, baby, sssshhhh," Cook comforted, taking his boy into his arms. "Ssssshhhh. If it honestly bothered you, why didn't you tell me? I didn't know you didn't like it."

"Well, I, uh," David sniffed, "I-I didn't want to sound s-selfish or p-possessive."

Cook held David to him, embracing him tightly. All the anger toward him vanished. David was truly sorry. He could tell. Rubbing his back gently, Cook waited until David was done, until all the tears were cried out. Once they were, he took his boy by the hand and lead him to the edge of the bed, where they both sat down, David laying his head on Cook's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Cookie," he whispered. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I know you're sorry, baby," Cook replied, kissing the youth on the forehead. "Just one question: Why Andrew?"

A low giggle was what he got in response. "Um, well, I-I thought he was, you know...cute and...uh..."

"Say no more, Archie. Say no more." Cook grinned. "You really think Andrew's cute?" He laughed at the blush that spread across his boy's face. "I-I do," David mumbled.

"Hmmmm, well, I'm not going to lie. I was jealous watching you two go at it like that." Cook wrapped an arm around David's waist. "I don't like people touching what's mine.” He nipped at the youth’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from the boy.

“Yeah, w-well, I don’t like people touching what’s mine,” David shot back, giving Cook a hard, possessive kiss that made the older man see stars. “So, will you cut down the flirting?”

“Only if you do.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

David giggled as Cook pulled him onto the bed. Their lips met in a loving, tender kiss. “Wait,” David said suddenly, breaking off. “What about Andrew? We kind of...just left him out in the living room.”

“Oh, it’s okay. He’ll manage. I’m rather...busy at the moment.” He winked, causing the youth to blush and giggle again. “Mine,” he whispered, making David tremble wonderfully in his arms.

“Yours,” David replied. “And you are mine.”

“Yes, I am,” Cook responded. “I am yours.”

Meanwhile...

“Ah, geez, guys, you could’ve at least told me goodbye before leaving to sex each other up,” Andrew mumbled, laughing. He heard faint sounds of pleasure and chuckled. “Might as well help myself to the fridge. They’re going to be a while...”

END

Cross-posted at cookleta.

Cookleta PTOF fic - Against a Door

2008-09-08T17:40:13Z

My long overdue fic for cookleta_ptof. Sorry this took so long to post! ^^;

Also...my porn writing skills seem to have left me. D: I couldn't get it right in this one! >>

*sigh* Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT. NOT WORKSAFE.
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David Cook was horny. He wanted sex. No, needed it. He let out a heavy sigh that raked his entire form. With a groan, he let his green eyes wander about the room he was in. Archie's room. Er, hotel room, to be more specific. The youth was out and about today promoting his new single "Crush". He hadn't had the chance to hear it yet, but no matter. It was going to be a hit. Everything his boy touched seemed to turn to gold. Well, not everything...

And with that little thought, Cook allowed himself the pleasure of mental imagery so naughty, so blatantly dirty, he felt that familiar tingle in his nether region. Oh yeah, he definitely needed to get some right now, if not soon. He bit his lip. Where was Archie and could he please hurry the hell up and get back to his room as soon as possible? There was sex to be had; hot, sweaty, passionate sex that would leaves bruises and marks and hickeys...

Torturing himself with explicit, graphic visuals was not helping. Cook could feel the warmth radiating off of Archie's body as he ran fingers all up and down that lithe form; he could taste the heat. Swallow the soft, mewling moans that escaped from red, kiss-swollen lips...

'God damnit, stop it!' Cook berated himself as he sat up on Archie's bed. Sitting on the edge with his legs touching the floor, the older man exhaled sharply. He was just going to have to wait. Shoving a hand into the side pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a crumpled, folded bit of paper. Unfolding it and smoothing it out, he scanned the contents of the page, an amused grin playing at the corners of his mouth. 'My list of places to fornicate,' he thought with a gleam in his seafoam eyes, 'Let's see here. Where shall it be today?' Cook pondered over the list, reading every suggestion, not minding the ones that were crossed out. 'Nope, did that. Did that. Ohoho, definitely did that one. Jeff Archuleta's bed...couldn't pass that one up. Er, okay, um...oh! Got it.'

Refolding the scrap of paper, he returned it to the safety of his jeans pocket. '#70. Against a door. It can be done. Easily.' And like an answer to his prayers, he heard that small click of a doorknob turning and, lo and behold, the large door swung open, revealing David Archuleta on the other side. "Baby!" Cook exclaimed, hopping up onto his feet and rushing toward the youth.

"Cookie? Wha---" Archuleta barely had gotten the chance to speak before his mouth was taken in a rough, chaste kiss. Grunting in surprise, he stared at the older man, hazel eyes widened. "W-What are you doing here? I didn't know you were going to vis--"

Another kiss. This time, more tender and loving. Enveloping the youth in a hug, Cook replied, "I wanted to surprise you, Arch. Did it work?"

Archuleta giggled. "Yeah. It did." He returned Cook's embrace, burying his face into the older man's shoulder. Suddenly, he let out a groan. Something was poking at his thigh. A deep blush crimsoned his cheeks. "Um, Cookie, are you...h-hard?" He gulped and shuddered as Cook grinded into his thigh, pressing his arousal up against the fabric of his jeans. "Um, because I...I definitely f-feel something..."

"You do, Archie. I'm all riled up. Hard as a rock. Just for you." Locking his heavy stare onto the youth before him, David Cook closed the door shut before backing David Archuleta up to it. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I want you, Arch. I need you." Placing a hand on Archuleta's shoulders, Cook moved in, hunkering down ever so slightly to claim his boy's lips in a slow, sensual kiss. One that caused Archuleta to shiver, especially when he could taste the older man's tongue against his own...

With his other hand, Cook pulled up Archuleta's shirt, feeling and caressing the warm, tan skin underneath. Fingers skimmed over dark nipples and the youth gave a jolt; he gasped into Cook's mouth as the man continued to assault him with kisses. "C-Cookie," he moaned, body involuntary thrusting forward. He was getting aroused; the fabric of his jeans were growing tight around his developing erection. Soon, he would have to discard of them.

With shaky fingers, Cook undid his zipper and removed his pants, his arousal now clearly poking through his underwear. Licking his lips, the older man kissed Archuleta again, all the while removing his jeans and further pushing him into the door. Archuleta let out a small cry as his head bumped the hard surface. It didn't hurt, just surprised him. All was forgotten, though, as Cook then let his mouth travel down to the youth's neck and throat, kissing and nibbling the flesh there.

Archuleta shook, his body breaking out in goosebumps. He thrust forward again as Cook bit down into the crook of his neck, short, breathy moans being the only sounds echoing throughout the room. "Oh, gosh, Cookie," Archuleta whispered, as the older man's tongue now darted across his skin, softening the lovebite. He let his arms slide up around Cook's neck and shoulders, holding him close. Cook then reached down and began to spread apart the youth's legs, hands tugging at the boxers, pulling them off...

The youth buckled instantly; cool air attacked his arousal, further exciting him. He swallowed audibly, grasping onto Cook's shoulders, fingers digging in the skin. The older man stepped out of his underwear before doing anything else; keeping his eyes on his young lover, Cook licked at his fingers, wetting the digits and, with a grunt, slipped one finger inside Archuleta, rubbing against the taut muscle of his entrance. Archuleta tensed up immediately, body clamping down, wanting to expel, to resist.

"Mmmmm, Arch, you're so warm, so...tight," Cook growled that last word, the hot breath ghosting over Archuleta's ear, tickling his eardrum. The youth let out a strangled whimper; Cook slid another finger in,
beginning a light, scissoring motion. Archuleta cried out, lips parted, "Nnnnngh...!" Eyes shut, he slumped up on the door, sweat glistening his skin, chest heaving. His entire body tingled as Cook continued his exploration, stretching him.

"God, you're so beautiful," Cook said, looking him up and down. Archuleta merely groaned, meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. He thrusted, erection pressing together with Cook's. The two of them made muffled sounds of pleasure; nothing had ever felt so good. As Cook allowed one more finger in, Archuleta felt he had to do something; with trembling hands, he reached forward and took hold of the older man's arousal.

Cook gasped, eyes fluttering closed. Archuleta's hands were warm, slick with sweat. His cock was hot, pulsing with heat, wet with precome. He bucked in the youth's palm, biting back a loud cry that threatened to break loose. Archuleta pumped him, fingers moving all up and down his member, leaving no place untouched, alone.

"H-Hold on, Arch," Cook managed to croak out. "I...I don't want to come just y-yet." He drew in a deep breath, trying to calm his senses. "I want to come inside you." With that, he carefully removed his fingers from Archuleta's entrance and replaced them with something more.

The youth nearly fell forward. Giving a light grunt, he pushed his back into the door, steadying himself as Cook went in just a bit deeper. He sucked in a short breath of air. "C-Cookieeeeee," he vocalized, gripping the man's neck in a desperate chokehold. "Oh gosh, Cookie..."

"Sssssh, baby," Cook said. "We're almost there. Hold on." Finding a slow, careful rythmn, he then delivered some short, delicious thrusts, reveling in the way Archuleta felt, sounded; soft whimpers, low moans, an ocassional gasp...he memorized it all. Placing a hand upon the door for balance, they went on until they could no longer. All too soon, the waves of climax rushed over them. Giving one last final buck, Cook finished, spilling himself inside his young lover. Archuleta, meanwhile, released onto the older man's stomach, mumbling nonsensical words as he did so.

Euphoria passed as the two of them stood against the door, holding each other up. With a grin, Cook then hoisted Archuleta into his arms and carried him bridal-style to his bed. Slipping his boxers back on, the youth then fell back onto the pillows, the dreamiest of smiles on his face. Cook matched his smile and leaned down, kissing him briefly on the mouth, all the while tucking him in. "Get some sleep, babe," he said softly. "You need it."

"What about you?" Archuleta asked, stifling a yawn. "Aren't you going to rest?"

The older man smirked. "I will. I just need to do something first." Digging through the jeans pocket, he found the paper that contained his list. "Hey, Arch, you got a pencil?"

"Yeah. On the nightstand here. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Thanks." He retrieved the writing utensil and, humming to himself, dutifully crossed out #70.

"What's that?"

Cook turned around to find himself face to face with his lover. "Oh! Nothing. It's just a scrap of pap--"

"Against a door?" Archuleta's nose crinkled as he thought about it. "Wait," he said slowly. "That's not...oh my gosh, Cookie! Your list? I thought you said we weren't doing that anymore."

"Oh, come on, babe. Where's your sense of fun? I couldn't help it. I was horny, the door was there...it was just begging for it!"

Archuleta sighed. "Oh, all right." He walked back to the bed and hopped on, pulling the blankets toward him. "But no more after tonight. That list gets pretty weird. I mean, 'on a washing machine'? Like we'd ever do that!"

Cook smiled to himself as he settled in next to his boy. "Heh, who knows, Arch. You might like it..."

"Yeah, right."

'We'll see about that,' Cook thought with a grin.

End

Cross posted at cookleta and cookleta_ptof.

Cookleta drabble - Crush

2008-09-04T16:14:29Z

A quick little fic written while at overlies's house. Cute, fluffy Cookleta. Just the way I like it. :D
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"They're about you, you know. The lyrics."

You gaze upward with surprised eyes, mouth dropping slightly. A quick cough to regain your composure, then you speak, shaking your head in a sign of disbelief. "I don't know, Arch. I mean, you say 'girl' throughout the entire song. I, obviously, am not female." You grin, eyebrows raising in amusement as the youth before you blushes, hand going to the back of his head, scratching in embarassment.

"I-I know," he stutters, a flash of pink tongue darting out to wet nervous lips. "I, um, I h-had the writer add 'girl' to make it, you know, not s-so obvious," he finishes lamely, falling next to you on the couch with a flop. He then moves in, face merely inches away, and you can practically feel the heat radiating from his flushed skin. "A-Are you...mad?"

"Now why would I be mad at you?"

"The song's about you, Cookie," he mumbles quietly, fiddling with his thumbs. "I...I like you." He pauses and swallows, clearing his throat. "I really, really like you."

You sling an arm over his shoulder. You feel him physically tense up and toss him an assuring smile. "Why so nervous. Arch? I like you, too."

Hazel eyes widen. "Y-You do?" He looks away for a second, hesitates, then pushes himself forward so that his mouth is just brushing yours, barely any contact. "Do you like me like I like you?"

"Is this real or just another crush?" You smile before taking his lips in the softest, lightest of kisses. Trembling fingers reach out to caress your face and you lean in to the touch. Your eyes flutter open to reveal a smiling David Archuleta, eyes alight with affection, adoration, and love. Even before he speaks, you already know what he's going to say. It's obvious.

"It's real."

"Yes," you respond, taking him into a hug. "It is."

END

Cross-posted at cookleta.

Metalocalypse art - Noki ::Affectionate::

2008-09-03T16:53:29Z

My first attempt at drawing Metalocalypse slash. Nathan/Toki is love. <3

Affectionate

Thanks for looking! :)

Cross-posted at sausagefestival.

CT fic - And I Still Can't See You

2008-09-02T20:46:41Z

A Neil/Keith fic. I love this pairing. They're so adorable! :D

Written in Neil's point of view.
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I find myself sitting backstage, guitar in hand. Strumming the delicate strings with rough hands, I pluck out a random tune, getting my self and mind ready for the night's show. Glancing up through dark brown bangs, my eyes settle on someone, you, standing a couple feet away, getting ready, too, for the show. It's faint, but I can hear you humming, vocalizing. A smile plays at the corners of my mouth as I absentmindedly begin to match up my playing with your singing; it's your own original song, of course. You seem to love to rehearse with that particular one.

Instantly, you perk up, hearing the familiar melody and you turn, blond hair swishing in movement, green eyes locking onto my dark ones. We share a grin and I dutifully try to play down my embarassment; the heat rises to my face and I sharply look down, becoming completely engrossed in my guitar strap. Your echoing footsteps tell me that you're walking over. My heartbeat kicks up and I draw in a breath. "Nice playing there, Neil," you say, your accent soft and gentle, like a calm sea; my skin flushes harder at the sound of my name in that sea, rolling along with such ease.

"Thanks, Keith," I manage to say, looking up only to find that you left, gone off to wardrobe. I understand the rush. Showtime's in an hour. I need to get ready myself. Giving a sigh, I unhook the leather strap, placing the instrument carefully in its' case. I can still hear your voice, harmonizing with my strings, and I sigh again, this time a quieter one, as I head toward my dressing room.

And the seasons pass away
And I still sit here lonely
Each and every day
Wonderin' what's gone wrong
'Cause I don't remember seasons lastin'
Oh so long
Oh so long

And I still can't see you
And I still can't see you
And I still can't see you
Lauren and I

I don't care who Lauren is. Nor do I want to know. I lean against the dressing room door, eyes closed. All I know is that I've developed feelings for you. Feelings that go way beyond friendship and comradery.

I love you, Keith Harkin. Can you see that?

END

Cross-posted at ct_slash.

I hate England! I'm glad we had a revolution!

2008-09-02T16:47:00Z

Bones season premiere tomorrow! Finally, gosh. :P

Booth and Brennan are headed off to Jolly Ol' England! Oh man, I can't wait. The promos look hilarious. "It's a bobble-headed bobby!" LULZ.

Also: total girl-crush on Emily Deschanel, like woah.

*g*