"THE TWO DAVIDS" by Evan Schafer
Copyright 2008 Evan Schafer.
DISCLAIMER: This piece of fiction is based on the two final contestants of American Idol Season 7, David Cook and David Archuleta. The following story is completely fictional, and does not represent the sexual orientation of either individual. It is strictly for pleasure purposes ONLY and is not meant to be taken otherwise. The story takes place from Archie's point of view.
It was the last night on American Idol. I was prepping in the dressing room, going over scales and such, also trying to memorize all the material for that night. There was a lot to think about - who was going to win, how everybody (including me and David Cook) would take it, etc. I was focused on the prize though, and secretly, I always wanted to win. Whenever Ryan Seacrest would ask me something that I knew was the opposite of the truth, I just simply smiled and lied - something I have become more confident of doing while on the show.
Yes, you've got it. I'm David Archuleta - now otherwise known as "Archie" by the other idols this season, my many fans around the country, and my close pal David Cook. Although I'm young, and often times cannot express myself very well while speaking, I certainly cannot deny the following fact any longer. I have been a closet gay for some time now ... maybe 3 or so years. Since I was about 13 or 14. And I found out the night of the finale, soon after Cook was declared the winner, that he too was a closet gay. There were points during the competition when I alluded to this, but I never made any quick assumptions. But God forbid I ever let him know that I was gay. I couldn't have disgraced myself in front of that piece of man.
I guess I first time I "knew" that he wasn't like the rest of us (excluding me) was when we were taking phone calls one of the results nights, and Cook proudly stated that he was single. When he was asked by the caller if he would go on a date with her, his face went blank and said in a very standoff-ish tone that they would have to "arrange something." I was shocked, but once again couldn't show it at risk of letting my secret slip through my facial expressions. I took the information he had given the caller to heart, and locked it inside.
Anyway, I'm going too far back in time now. The night of the finale, that's where I started. Okay, so after I had my makeup done, practiced some more, and wished all of the other idols good luck, the show started. It ran through very smoothly, and all of the performances were great. Then the moment came when Cook was announced as the winner of Season 7. I was so happy for him, and he was happy for me as well - we had both become very close friends during the course of close to six months. Who knew that we would be getting even closer in just a matter of a few short hours after the finale? I didn't, that's for sure. I thought that once he won, he would ride the midnight hour with drinks and some sluts from downtown Los Angeles on each of his shoulders. Boy, was I wrong. And then I thought that the press might hound him all night long for his feelings about winning ... blah, blah, blah. Wrong again.
Oh, and before I forget, right after Cook won the title of American Idol, he hugged me tight (our first real embrace), and said "I love you." I couldn't believe how much more to the extreme he took that statement afterward. But boy was it worth it.
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We left the Nokia Theatre with escorts to the limousine going back to the hotel. Cook and I were the only idols leaving there that night in a limo, and also because we had been staying at the same hotel in LA, only two rooms away from each other. The ride back was somewhat silent, with a few brief comments from the both of us (less from me, of course). When we arrived at the front doors of the hotel, Cook got out first, holding the door for me. I got out promptly, and right as I stood up fully on the pavement below, Cook caught my eye and he was smiling at me with a mischevious, but relieved smile. I smiled back, nervous of what he might say to me, if anything. But it turned out to be quite innocent.
"Do you want to hang out in my room and watch the show back?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied, after a seemingly long pause.
"Great!" he said, "I've got popcorn and soda, so we should be good."
Then his eyebrows lowered into a devious shape, probably something he didn't intend to do, but I clearly saw. Once he realized he was doing that, he stopped and we both walked into the hotel. The conceirge greeted us happily, and asked if either of us needed anything. We both said "no" at the same time, which caused an almost guaranteed-to-happen belly-laugh from both of us. Even the conceirge laughed, but I think he was star struck more than anything else.
When Cook and I got onto the elevator, that's when it all started. I had a feeling he had been waiting to say something to me, and that's why the ride back to the hotel had been so quiet. The doors closed, and he pressed the top floor, even though we were staying three floors below the top. I moved over to one side and even though I had sort of "marked" my side, he stayed near me. I could smell the sexy scent of his subtle cologne mixed with that oh-so-natural body odor. I wanted to fall into his arms right there and then (and who would've known that he wanted to do the same?), but I knew I couldn't. I continued to stay calm. Then he spoke.
"Archie, you know how I told you I loved you back at the theatre?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied quietly, tightening my grip on the golden bar on the elevator.
"Well ..." he began, "I really meant it."
"I'm sure you did," I said, managing to keep from flinging myself at him.
"No, Archie, I REALLY meant it. Like ... I love you MORE than just a friend."
I thought for a moment, taking in what he said. "What?"
His face then changed from lust to complete terror in two seconds.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that," Cook cried, burying his face into his arm.
"No, no," I said, grabbing his hand, "It's okay. I feel the same way."
As he looked up at me, I could feel my heart beating at about 3000 beats per second. His sexy, slightly stubbly face smiled at me with that smile that only David Cook possesses. For the millions of people who don't know, when Cook smiles at you, it's like a pleasure bomb goes off inside your body.
"Do you really?" he asked, "Because I'm fucking obsessed with you. I have been since the very first time we met!"
"I couldn't feel any more the same," I said, feeling like that hadn't come out right.
He sighed. "Oh good."
Once again he smiled, and now I noticed that my dick was so hard that it was making a bulge in my pants. We were getting close to our floor when he pressed that button instead of letting us go to the top of the hotel. Before we got out, he said one last thing.
"How about you and I have a little fun?" he said. This got me so horny, I wanted to fuck his brains out right there in the elevator.
"Sounds good," I said, probably beaming at him with my childish-looking smile.
The elevator bonged, and we got off, walking fast down the hallway (to get away from any fans that might be watching for us, but also to get our clothes off faster). Our rooms were very close together, but were down a few different hallways. So after we were sure there was no one there, we ran down the rest of the way hand in hand, laughing. We got to his front door and he pressed the numeric code to get in. Once inside, and the door was closed and locked, Cook ripped off his shoes, and I did the same. We were still standing at the front door, and then without much prior motion, Cook grabbed my shirt collar and gently pulled me in, while also pushing me against the door.
"I've been waiting for this moment," he said, with that 'Cook face.'
"Oh, so have I," I said, almost tasting his lips. Our noses were touching. I was getting overwhelmed by the sensation of his being that close to me, as well as the intense (and constantly building) pressure of my dick in my jeans.
"Then get ready," he said. Then he let go of my shirt collar with one hand to pull my lips to his, while letting the other hand grip my collar. Before I knew it our tongues were exploring each others' mouth, making out like probably no one has ever done before. Of course I was aware of the age difference between us, but I couldn't have cared less at that moment. I was making out with DAVID COOK, for crying out loud! I was so hot for him, that I gathered up enough strength to get us both moving toward the double bed in the middle of the room while still walking. His eyes were closed, so I assumed that he trusted me in where we were headed. But his moist lips kept on opening, as did mine.
I broke the kiss slowly, and we were standing at the foot of the bed. He opened his eyes, and made a facial expression like 'wow, what just happened?'
"Holy shit, dude," he said, "You're one hell of a kisser."
"Shh," I said, "Let's not ruin it." He smiled once again, which turned me on. And I promptly pushed him down onto the bed, his legs hanging over the edge slightly. I lowered myself onto him, feeling his hard torso and chest muscles begin to penetrate my somewhat smaller and skinnier, yet no less useful, teenage body. Our cocks were level with each other, and I began to dry hump his crotch area while still in my jeans. He made small grunting noises while I did this, and then he told me to rip his shirt off.
"Rip it off?" I questioned.
"Do it," he said, "I can always get another from my stylist." I did as he said, and tore the tight cotton T-shirt off of him, revealing a completely smooth, acne-free chest (not that I had expected anything else) with two light brown nipples which I bent down and began to lick slowly ... round and round ... up and down. He moaned louder and louder until he pulled my face back to his and we made out again. I continued to fondle his nipples while we made out for about five minutes, and within this time I got my shirt off somehow ... or he took it off me. I can't remember since I was so horny and electrified by the taste of his mouth.
Once we were both half naked, with only the both of our jeans to come off, we stopped kissing, and I licked my way down to his pelvic area which made him make small thrusting movements with his torso. I was getting him off ... I couldn't believe it! Once I could go no farther with my cock-begging tongue, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, throwing them to the floor. Before I went on, I took off my jeans and threw them clear across the room, as if I wanted to stay naked in bed with Cook forever.
"Suck my cock, Archie," he said in a lighter, breathier voice than I had ever heard from him before.
"I'm going to do more than just suck it," I replied. Without a sound, I ripped off his tighty-whiteys (they were literally "tighty"-whiteys because the fabric cupped the beautiful lining of his thick cock), and then slid off mine and threw them over near my jeans. When I first caught a glimpse of that gorgeous piece of meat, I knew I was going to have a ball (no pun intended). He must've been 7 or 8 inches while erect. I wasn't much smaller, but obviously for someone who's 17 versus 24, there's going to be somewhat of a difference in size.
I smiled deviously at him, which must have made him equally horny, because he smiled back the same way. I leaned down, touched his hard rod for the first time, and smelled in the thick scent of his pubes. It made me so hard that I could feel the pre-cum beginning to exit my shaft. After a moment of breathing in his man-smell, I went down on his cock, shoving his entire 8 inches down my throat. I heard him gasp for air, and then begin to moan as I moved my head around with his cock deep in my windpipe. I could easily hold it there for about 10 seconds without choking to death, and then I would come up to breathe. But every time, Cook understood, and then gently pushed my head back down to engorge my mouth with his entire cock.
After about 15 minutes of this, he began to thrust even more violently, moaning even louder than before. I knew he was climaxing and was about to blow his load. I stopped sucking on his boner and began jerking him off.
"Oh, Archie! I'm gonna cum!" he said. And before either of us knew it, our naked bodies were soaked in his warm semen after he shot about 6 thick streams of the stuff out of those perfectly round balls. After he took a breath, we switched places and he began to suck my cock. He didn't swallow it right away, probably to get my hormones even higher than they already were - but trust me, if they had gone much higher I would have exploded because of my libido. I started moaning in the same kind of pattern he had done when I sucked him, but I was probably getting a lot more pleasure out of it than he was. Cook had apparently fucked with other guys before, but this was all new territory for me, so I was flying around in unicorn and rainbow land somewhere.
I had only jerked off to spill my load before this encounter with David Cook, and I was never quite able to suck my own cock (I'm a singer, not a gymnast). So I could barely breathe when he started deep-throating my cock from out of nowhere. It took me a bit longer to ejaculate since he was doing this "manually", but eventually I started to feel that unmistakable tingly feeling in my ball sac. As he rode his throat up and down my cock, I could feel the slight sensation of his stubbly face, which made me want to blow my load right then and there, but I still wasn't ready. My cock was hard as a rock, though, so I knew it would happen sometime soon.
Time passed, I moaned, Cook sucked me off ... and I was beginning to feel my balls scrunch up closer to my dick. Somewhere between the daze I fell into and that sensation in my balls, Cook had managed to stick his index finger into my ass and was moving it around near my prostate in a vibrating motion. Then I knew I was ready to shoot my load.
"David, I'm going to cum," I said quietly at first. He stopped sucking, and manually started pumping my shaft.
"Oh yeah, shoot that load all over," he said in that deep voice that only David Cook can use to a sexual advantage. Well, this killed it. I was at the point of no return. I started squirming around as he pumped me, moaning louder and louder as the climax shot through my body. I was starting to wonder what the people next door to us were thinking was happening, but that thought exited my mind as soon as it had arrived, and then I shot my first of several jets of cum. About 5 of them came out of me, the last few wetter than the first few, but nevertheless were intense.
"Now that is fucking hot, dude," he said to me. My cock was sensitive from the blowjob and the jerk off, but he didn't stop there. He sucked me for another minute or so before there was a knock at the door. This startled both of us, and we both realized at the same time that we were completely naked and basically on top of each other.
"Just a minute!" Cook called out to the unknown visitor. "Quick, Archie, get your clothes on!"
We both got our jeans and shirts back on, forgetting about our underwear for the moment. Cook went over to the door and peered through the peephole.
"It's Jason and Michael," he said quietly. "Well, this is going to be an interesting night."
David opened the door while I sat down on the bed. Jason Castro and Michael Johns came inside ... and well, the rest I'll leave for your imagination to figure out.
THE END