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cloversworld) wrote2009-04-22 12:37 pm
cloversworld) wrote2009-04-22 12:37 pm
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Fic: Heatwave
Title: Heatwave, 1/1
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clover71
Pairing: Cook/ Archie
Rating: PG-13
Description: A glimpse of cookleta in Manila?
Summary: Archie suffers from the summer heat and Cook only makes it hotter than it already is.
Disclaimer:
1) Please note that this is purely fiction and none of the contents are real except for some of the characters used in this story.
2) Most characters used are based on real people but the details within do not purposely imply occurrences in real life; thus, anything here that concurs with real events may be completely coincidental.
3) This fic is created based solely on the imagination of the author and for non-profitable purpose.
Author's notes: Well some peeps are wondering why no one is writing about Cookleta in Manila. Now I'm probably the least who could do it justice but I thought it was worth a shot. I haven't written a one-shot fic in a long time. And this is written while my mind is scattered all over the place by the way.
~ start ~
If he can blame the heat, he will. Perhaps it is indeed the heat. Like everything else around him seems like a mirage.
So he wonders if it’s only his imagination, or was Cook really looking at him in a weird way? Perhaps the heat has already melted his brain or something.
Maybe Cook’s looking at him because he looks gross since he’s sweating and well, Cook’s sweating too, and he can see Cook’s shirt is already wet and it’s sticking on his back and on his chest and oh my.
He’s been to hot places but never this hot. Like, oh gosh, it feels like he’s in a giant oven or something. He’s been warned that Philippine summer can really burn him to crisp, but of course, he thought it’s only an overstatement.
Now here he is, a few minutes under the burning sun and he’s already sweating buckets. But at least he enjoys meeting the fans. The people in Manila have been warm and hospitable and… oh gosh, that’s the, uhm… probably the tenth wristband, he thinks, he’s seen that has that word ‘COOKLETA’ engraved on it and oooh…
“Thanks,” Archie says smiling as the girl, who says her name is Rae, gives him this blue and white wristband that has the same engraving, and her friends, who she introduces as Kim and Angel hands him a uhm… it looks like a book and it’s kind of heavy and another girl whom they call Mommy Chris takes their pictures and asks Archie to open the binder and so he opens it and oh… it’s full of pictures of him and Cook and… oh my gosh! They have a picture of him standing on Cook’s back, when he was reaching for the television and okay… this is weird.
So the meet and greet and sweating ends before lunch and right after lunch the concert organizers tells them that they have the afternoon free so they can go shopping or tour around or do whatever.
They’re making their way back to the hotel, away from the scorching heat for a while. And all Archie could think about is standing under the running cool water of the shower in his hotel bathroom, washing away the grime and sweat. Well, that was until David Cook comes up to him sweaty and all and the smell of his sweat now mixed with his musky cologne, which makes him smell so manly and uhm.
Cook is lifting up his shirt. His lifting up his shirt! And okay, Archie’s spaciness takes over for a minute there that he doesn’t notice Cook has handed him a hand towel and Archie finally catches on to what the older man has been saying, “Yo Arch. Can you like dry me up a bit?” And Cook was saying something about not wanting to walk into the air-conditioned room while soaking with sweat because he might catch a cold or something.
Okay, so why is Archie’s hand trembling while he glides the towel across the rocker’s back, across his wide, strong and shapely back? And his shoulders… oh his shoulders are so...
“There,” Archie pulls away and shakes himself, mentally kicking himself for acting like a girl and well, he can’t help it. Cook’s just so… yummy.
The mere fact that he is suddenly thinking like that about Cook with a lot of people still around them frightens him and he didn’t meant to stiffen when Cook grabs him for a one-arm hug. And Cook shakes him and do this sort of caressing thing on his arm and he is suddenly feeling dizzy and why does his jeans feeling somewhat tight and… oh my gosh.
Archie makes an excuse that he needs to make a few phone calls (or is it he’s waiting for a call, he can’t remember) and makes a beeline to the elevator while Cook’s busy talking to one of the organizers.
He isn’t surprise to see Kyle dragging a grumbling Neal and an all-ready-to-beat-the-summer-heat-dressed Joey when he steps out on their floor.
“Hey Archie!” Kyle greets enthusiastically. “We’re going for a swim, want to come?”
Archie shakes his head and makes an excuse about needing a shower instead and getting some sleep and well… the three men gives up wheedling him to join them, so he heads to his room.
His cell phone rings before he can toss it to the table and it’s Kendra calling, asking him if he needs anything because she and Mike and Andy Skib are going to the mall. But Archie says, “No, I will probably go to the mall later after I get some rest, but thank you for asking.”
Finally, he showers and washes the sticky somethings off his skin and he feels refreshed thirty minutes later. So he goes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around the waist, and he’s drying his hair with a smaller towel. He knows he’s alone so it’s okay to walk around his room half-naked, since it’s his room and no one else should be there, right?
So Archie gasps, and it’s a really loud gasp, when he finds Cook on his bed, lying on his side and propped up on his elbow, and did he mention that Cook is on his bed?
And oh yes, Cook always gets an extra keycard to Archie’s room whenever they’re together and Archie likewise gets an extra keycard to Cook’s room. But he’s certain that the room is his when he sees his laptop on the coffee table. And shouldn't he be used to this by now? They've been dating for like months and months, after all, and have done things that don't need to be elaborated because...
“So uhm,” Archie stutters because Cook is now giving him this lopsided smile that has always made his heart beat really really fast, like it’s going to fall out of his chest.
“So uhm what Archie?” Cook teases, his finger tracing whatever on the bed sheet. “So I think we should talk about our sleeping arrangements.”
“Oh gosh, Cook, we can’t sleep in the same room while we’re in a foreign country,” Archie backs away slowly because Cook has gotten up from the bed and is now walking towards him looking like a predator ready to pounce its prey.
“What difference does it make?” Cook continues to walk towards Archie, his eyes glinting with mischief. “We have strict security here, no one would see you coming into my room or the other way around.”
“Oh my gosh,” Archie clutches tightly on the towel around his waist because Cook is now reaching for it and uhm… “Cookie! What if somebody finds out?”
Cook gives a half shrug and says, “So? I think a lot of people here know about us. I met this group earlier and they keep saying we make a cute couple. They even gave me a wristband. And they said something about knowing you being the bottom.“
“Oh shut up,” Archie bites on his lower lip because Cook is now standing really close and he’s laughing and laughing and then stops and now, he’s breathing hard against Archie’s ear and Cook’s hand is rubbing on his… oh…oh…
Cook is saying, “The kids are all out and we’re alone at home. So what do you say, babe?” And he pulls off the towel and Cook’s touch has this effect on Archie as if he’s under a spell and he has to blink for a moment to take in the sight of his boyfriend stripping his clothes off and he takes Archie’s hand, leading him to the bed and well uhm…
Archie is sweaty and sticky again after their third round.
~ end ~
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Comments will be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Author:
clover71Pairing: Cook/ Archie
Rating: PG-13
Description: A glimpse of cookleta in Manila?
Summary: Archie suffers from the summer heat and Cook only makes it hotter than it already is.
Disclaimer:
1) Please note that this is purely fiction and none of the contents are real except for some of the characters used in this story.
2) Most characters used are based on real people but the details within do not purposely imply occurrences in real life; thus, anything here that concurs with real events may be completely coincidental.
3) This fic is created based solely on the imagination of the author and for non-profitable purpose.
Author's notes: Well some peeps are wondering why no one is writing about Cookleta in Manila. Now I'm probably the least who could do it justice but I thought it was worth a shot. I haven't written a one-shot fic in a long time. And this is written while my mind is scattered all over the place by the way.
~ start ~
If he can blame the heat, he will. Perhaps it is indeed the heat. Like everything else around him seems like a mirage.
So he wonders if it’s only his imagination, or was Cook really looking at him in a weird way? Perhaps the heat has already melted his brain or something.
Maybe Cook’s looking at him because he looks gross since he’s sweating and well, Cook’s sweating too, and he can see Cook’s shirt is already wet and it’s sticking on his back and on his chest and oh my.
He’s been to hot places but never this hot. Like, oh gosh, it feels like he’s in a giant oven or something. He’s been warned that Philippine summer can really burn him to crisp, but of course, he thought it’s only an overstatement.
Now here he is, a few minutes under the burning sun and he’s already sweating buckets. But at least he enjoys meeting the fans. The people in Manila have been warm and hospitable and… oh gosh, that’s the, uhm… probably the tenth wristband, he thinks, he’s seen that has that word ‘COOKLETA’ engraved on it and oooh…
“Thanks,” Archie says smiling as the girl, who says her name is Rae, gives him this blue and white wristband that has the same engraving, and her friends, who she introduces as Kim and Angel hands him a uhm… it looks like a book and it’s kind of heavy and another girl whom they call Mommy Chris takes their pictures and asks Archie to open the binder and so he opens it and oh… it’s full of pictures of him and Cook and… oh my gosh! They have a picture of him standing on Cook’s back, when he was reaching for the television and okay… this is weird.
So the meet and greet and sweating ends before lunch and right after lunch the concert organizers tells them that they have the afternoon free so they can go shopping or tour around or do whatever.
They’re making their way back to the hotel, away from the scorching heat for a while. And all Archie could think about is standing under the running cool water of the shower in his hotel bathroom, washing away the grime and sweat. Well, that was until David Cook comes up to him sweaty and all and the smell of his sweat now mixed with his musky cologne, which makes him smell so manly and uhm.
Cook is lifting up his shirt. His lifting up his shirt! And okay, Archie’s spaciness takes over for a minute there that he doesn’t notice Cook has handed him a hand towel and Archie finally catches on to what the older man has been saying, “Yo Arch. Can you like dry me up a bit?” And Cook was saying something about not wanting to walk into the air-conditioned room while soaking with sweat because he might catch a cold or something.
Okay, so why is Archie’s hand trembling while he glides the towel across the rocker’s back, across his wide, strong and shapely back? And his shoulders… oh his shoulders are so...
“There,” Archie pulls away and shakes himself, mentally kicking himself for acting like a girl and well, he can’t help it. Cook’s just so… yummy.
The mere fact that he is suddenly thinking like that about Cook with a lot of people still around them frightens him and he didn’t meant to stiffen when Cook grabs him for a one-arm hug. And Cook shakes him and do this sort of caressing thing on his arm and he is suddenly feeling dizzy and why does his jeans feeling somewhat tight and… oh my gosh.
Archie makes an excuse that he needs to make a few phone calls (or is it he’s waiting for a call, he can’t remember) and makes a beeline to the elevator while Cook’s busy talking to one of the organizers.
He isn’t surprise to see Kyle dragging a grumbling Neal and an all-ready-to-beat-the-summer-heat-dressed Joey when he steps out on their floor.
“Hey Archie!” Kyle greets enthusiastically. “We’re going for a swim, want to come?”
Archie shakes his head and makes an excuse about needing a shower instead and getting some sleep and well… the three men gives up wheedling him to join them, so he heads to his room.
His cell phone rings before he can toss it to the table and it’s Kendra calling, asking him if he needs anything because she and Mike and Andy Skib are going to the mall. But Archie says, “No, I will probably go to the mall later after I get some rest, but thank you for asking.”
Finally, he showers and washes the sticky somethings off his skin and he feels refreshed thirty minutes later. So he goes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around the waist, and he’s drying his hair with a smaller towel. He knows he’s alone so it’s okay to walk around his room half-naked, since it’s his room and no one else should be there, right?
So Archie gasps, and it’s a really loud gasp, when he finds Cook on his bed, lying on his side and propped up on his elbow, and did he mention that Cook is on his bed?
And oh yes, Cook always gets an extra keycard to Archie’s room whenever they’re together and Archie likewise gets an extra keycard to Cook’s room. But he’s certain that the room is his when he sees his laptop on the coffee table. And shouldn't he be used to this by now? They've been dating for like months and months, after all, and have done things that don't need to be elaborated because...
“So uhm,” Archie stutters because Cook is now giving him this lopsided smile that has always made his heart beat really really fast, like it’s going to fall out of his chest.
“So uhm what Archie?” Cook teases, his finger tracing whatever on the bed sheet. “So I think we should talk about our sleeping arrangements.”
“Oh gosh, Cook, we can’t sleep in the same room while we’re in a foreign country,” Archie backs away slowly because Cook has gotten up from the bed and is now walking towards him looking like a predator ready to pounce its prey.
“What difference does it make?” Cook continues to walk towards Archie, his eyes glinting with mischief. “We have strict security here, no one would see you coming into my room or the other way around.”
“Oh my gosh,” Archie clutches tightly on the towel around his waist because Cook is now reaching for it and uhm… “Cookie! What if somebody finds out?”
Cook gives a half shrug and says, “So? I think a lot of people here know about us. I met this group earlier and they keep saying we make a cute couple. They even gave me a wristband. And they said something about knowing you being the bottom.“
“Oh shut up,” Archie bites on his lower lip because Cook is now standing really close and he’s laughing and laughing and then stops and now, he’s breathing hard against Archie’s ear and Cook’s hand is rubbing on his… oh…oh…
Cook is saying, “The kids are all out and we’re alone at home. So what do you say, babe?” And he pulls off the towel and Cook’s touch has this effect on Archie as if he’s under a spell and he has to blink for a moment to take in the sight of his boyfriend stripping his clothes off and he takes Archie’s hand, leading him to the bed and well uhm…
Archie is sweaty and sticky again after their third round.
~ end ~
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Comments will be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading.
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thanks for reading bb!
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you were being sneaky and sly in your cameo. i actually believe that you would do that given the chance. hahaha
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heee.. i was hoping no one would notice that cameo, hehe.
thanks for reading bb! even though this is just some random writing ;)
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(smushes you)
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thanks for reading bb!
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This was totally adorable!!!
In a very... hot and sweaty kind of way! *g*
Totally put a smile on my face, bb! Thank you!
♥!
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it is hot and sweaty indeed ;)
thanks for reading bb! ♥
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this was actually just a random idea because i couldn't make my mind work on the other fics :) glad you liked it.
thanks for reading bb!
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thanks so much for reading :)
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Now, where are the Philippines people? They totally need to act exactly how you described here!
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but don't quote me on that. i don't want our members from other countries expect too much when they come here for the cookleta concert. lol. guys, i'm not hospitable. i make a lousy host because i hardly get around so i know so little. i'll probably feed you mc donald's everyday. lol.
thanks for reading bb :) hope you can come over for the epic moment. maybe get yourself assigned here to cover the story?
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That's what I call wishful thinking. I don't get to interview celebrities when they come to Madrid, I wouldn't be assigned to cover this concert where two practically unknown singers in Spain perform together. *sigh* But if they're going there there's a chance they're coming to Spain... Archie is going to be in the UK before going to Manila, so maybe after that?
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This makes me giggle....
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awesome job :D
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i should've written something about them watching the sunset at baywalk. but i haven't been there so i have no idea what to write. lol.
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we should be writing more manila!cookleta fics. i'd write some, but i can bet i'll never finish it :))