Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2010 00:28:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Amber Reeves <threepatchproblem@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cookleta First Time

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

David found himself pinned to the sheets, tangled in a mess of blankets,
with the other man who shared his namesake. The aforementioned man moved
atop him, gently and carefully, so as not to hurt him. David gulped as Cook
hunkered down, his hands pressed on the mattress on either side of David's
head. A wave of nervousness overcame him; they were so close. Heat
surrounded them and the only noise was the sound of their breathing (and
maybe David's heartbeat). Swallowing again, hazel eyes peered up at green
ones (although they weren't just green. There seemed to be just about every
color imaginable in Cook's eyes. It was...weird. And kind of
pretty). "I-I'm so nervous," he sputtered, breathing erratic, tongue
darting out to wet anxious lips.

A smile. A light tug of the mouth that seemed fit to calm David down. It
sort of worked. Well, maybe a lot. Brushing a scruffy kiss against the
younger one's flushed cheek, Cook then dragged his mouth along David's
jawline, ending at his ear. Hot breath danced up into the inner shell,
causing David to shiver and squirm deliciously beneath him. "It's alright,
baby. Just relax. Let Cookie take care of you."

David couldn't help but return the smile. He felt warm, safe,
content. Another sigh as the older man nibbled at his ear, tugging
lightly. Goosebumps raced across his arms and legs. "Oh my heck," he
giggled, "That tickles!" A deep chuckle was what he got in response before
Cook moved in, closing the space between them. The two kissed each other a
bit tentatively, getting a feel for one another. Lips met, wet and soft,
again and again, soon becoming passionate and lustful; excitement and
anticipation getting the better of them. Shivering fingertips explored,
discovered and lingered, memorizing every hard curve and muscular line.
Mouths touched further, with the kiss being rough, raw and hard, yet tender
and romantic. Neither of them wanted to let go or pull away.

A shudder-y gasp then pushed forth from David; those lips detached from his
own to find themselves on his stomach, playing at his belly-button.
Fisting Cook's hair tightly, bouts of shivers coursed through him, filling
his entire form with an electric warmth. The older man continued tasting
the tan skin a few moments longer before reaching up and claiming David's
mouth again.

Soon, David was on his stomach.  Slicked fingers moved in and out of him,
going deeper with each turn.  Biting his lip, he couldn't hold back the
moan of pain that threatened to break loose. Cook stopped immediately,
asking him if he should continue. Giving a fervent nod, David told him that
it was okay and urged him to go on. A second moan escaped him. He felt so
vulnerable right now; exposing himself to Cook. Tears then sprang to the
corners of his eyes as the aforementioned man cautiously pushed up inside
him. It felt so tight and hot. His body suddenly clamped up around Cook,
trying to expel him, but David resisted. He wanted this. He wanted Cook.
As a raggedy groan fled from the trappings of his throat, David closed his
eyes, lost in the sensation; they began to rock back and forth, finding a
steady rhythm.

With Cook's hot breath panting on his neck, and as he heard his own
desperate, breathy cries, David realized that this is where he wanted to
be. Giving himself up to another man.

Giving himself up to the one person he truly, honestly, loved with every
fiber of his being.

End