Cookstro. (Better than Cake)

FIC: Going Down

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 17:29:07 GMT

Title: Going Down
Author: Sarah and Ash
Disclaimer: Sadly we don’t own either
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elevator loving.
Authors Notes: This was a chat room fic. The grammar is probably way off. Something we just came up with.

David Cook and Jason Castro are both hot young idol stars. They are living up the "rock star' status. Enjoying every girl that life throws their way. One Tuesday morning they have a meeting with their management, they need to discuss their "inapposite" behavior on the tour they two men are own together.

They both make their way to the building were the meeting is being held. They thought that maybe driving there in separate cars would be best. They finally pull up to the tall brick building about two minutes apart. David is out of his car first. He waits for Jason to catch up…

Once Jason catches up, they walk in together. On the elevator ride up Jason looks over at David with his well know smile "You look good today man, last nights sleep was good to you" David looks away, not really sure what to say "thanks man, it was a nice night off" his face was slightly flushed, and that brought Jason to a giggle. "Easy man, I’m not going to pounce on you or anything, lets just get though this meeting" Jason said as he clapped David on the shoulder, hand lingering as he rub him slowly.

: "You are not going to pounce me?" David repeated as he red STOP button on the elevator. He looked over at Jason with his left eyebrow lifted slightly. David made his way over slowly toward Jason. He threw his jacket over the camera in the elevator. It stayed up about two seconds before it hit the ground again.

Jason took one look at David and noticed the look of lust in his eyes. Neither of the men even noticed that the jacket had fallen. They were to busy locking eyes. Jason slowly moved closer to David, "Hummm, I see how it is, You want me to pounce you dirty dirty boy," before David had a chance to reply Jason caught his lips in a kiss, it was rough and crazy, tongues rubbing together teeth scraping. Neither man pulled back, David grabbed Jason by the hips and pulled him closer as Jason tangled his fingers in
David’s hair forcing his tongue deeper into his mouth

: David had Jason pinned on the elevator wall, Jason's legs wrapped around David's hips. David grinded his hips against Jason's crotch. Never breaking the kiss. David tugged at the younger man's dreads, making Jason's head hit the wall. The blue eyed man pulled back even harder at David's hair. Jason let his legs finally hit the ground, as he pushed off to pin David. Jason pulled David's hands out of his hair, and pinned them on the wall beside David's head. Jason kissed him harder, grinding against the older man before him.

The force of Jason’s kiss made David moan into his mouth trying to pull his hands free so that he could get his hands on Jason which only made Jason tighten his grip. He could feel David grow harder by the second in return feeling his cock throb when the thrusted his hips up into David’s. He couldn’t resist any longer. He released David’s hands, his own hands going directly to the button on David’s button and zipper, he pulled the older man’s pants and boxer briefs down in one swipe, smiling as his erection sprang free

Jason ran one of his hands over David erection, with his finger tip grazing the tip of his cock. Jason took a small nibble at David's bottom lip, before looking down at David's fully hard member. David moved his own hand south, knowing his erection needed some attention. Jason grabbed David's wrist again. "don't you dare move them." Jason reached down, pulling down his jeans and letting them hit the floor. His boxers shortly followed, both resting at his ankles.

David looked down; taking the sight of Jason’s hard on in, smiling as he looked back at Jason. Jason leaned forward rubbing their cocks together slowly. David tilted his head back slowly moaning Jason’s name as his hands found their way to Jason’s head forcing him south, smacking him in the mouth with his manhood as it slowly leaked out precum. Jason giggled, using his tongue to slowly lick the tip of David’s cock before taking it all in. Sucking gently as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
One of Jason's hand made his way up David's shirt, making scratch marks down his chest. Jason worked David's cock the best he could. Holding back the gag reflex, he took all of David in his mouth. David left out a loud moan as every inch of his manhood was taken care of. David hit his head hard on the wall behind him. With a handful of dread in each one of his hands, David moved his hip, fucking Jason's mouth. Jason's hand still under David's shirt, tugging at one of his nipples. His other hand working hard massaging David's balls.

Jason’s hand suddenly leaves David’s balls with out warning Jason forces one into David’s entrance drawing a moan mixed with pain and pleasure out of David. Jason slowly continues to work his mouth on David’s cock as his finger moves in and out, slowly easing a second one in and then adding a third. Jason lets David’s cock slip out of his mouth, fingers continuing to thrust in an doubt of David. He spits into the palm of his free hand, using it to lube his cock as best he can. Looking up at David whose eyes are squeezed shut, slowly removing his fingers replacing with his hard cock

David's face being forced into the corner of the elevator, he lets out a moan that he had been holding in. Nothing but pure pleasure is let out in that moan. Jason gets harder in David, not thinking he could get anymore turned on. Once fully inside his older lover, he grunts. Jason pulls David's head back, so he can place kisses on his neck and side of his face. Jason rhythm is pure perfection. He hit David's prostate each time. Jason reaches around David's hips and starts stroking the David's erection.

Jason forces himself harder and harder into David, his hand keeping the rhythm on David’s cock. He hears David’s breathing increase and feels his muscles tighten and knows he is close. Jason pumps faster and harder as he feels himself release in to David’s ass, filling it full. Moments later his hand is covered with David’s release and both men are rendered breathless. Jason pulls out slowly, pulling his boxers and pants back on. Once they are both dressed David starts the elevator up again. The look at each other with a smile. "one last bit of fun before we are reprimanded for our behavior huh? That was good shit Castro" David said with a chuckle

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 17:28:44 GMT

Title: How Fragile we Are (prologue)
Author:Madi
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: Parental guidance not suggested
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be surprised if this was true.
Authors note: This has nothing to do with the song Fragile. I just thought that was a fitting title.

Everyone has their weaknesses. The obvious example being Kryptonite to superman, or heroin to a junkie. Even Bella to Edward. But for American Idol winner David Cook, the force that kills him so sweetly is one that is hardly common knowledge. The truth was, David shared a weakness with thousands of females all across the country. To him, instead of being a glowy green rock, kryptonite was a 21 year old kid with dreadlocks and eyes that could turn the bluest most sparkling ocean green with envy. Not to mention the cutest ass in the known world. Jason Castro was his drug of choice..and to be cliché about it... he was addicted.

Crush didn't quite describe his feelings towards Castro either. yes. It was a crush. A man-crush.. if you like. He wasn't gay. Or not that he knew of at least. But he swore that Castro could cause the straightest of men to question their sexuality. And the truth was... David wasn't by any means the straightest of men. His feelings for Jason...whatever they were. Started around the time that Jason was eliminated from American idol. David spent the weeks between his elimination and rehearsals for the finale miserable. He had gotten so used to having Jason around that when he wasn't, he didn't know quite how to function. It even threw off his performance a little bit. And when Jason had returned to rehearse for the finale...Everything was suddenly alright again in David's mind.

Post finale, every time David was range of the object of his idolatry he tried everything to get his attention. He flirted shamelessly. He threw things. He dressed funny. But to no avail. Jason just thought Cook was messing with him. Life sucks when the prettiest person you know is daydreaming about somebody else. Especially when that someone happens to be the proper gender for the prettiest person you know to be daydreaming about and you're well...not.. Jason wasn't gay. Jason had a girlfriend. This was the worst kind of crush ever david thought. Jason was so readily accessible.. yes so fatally unavailable.

David was always wanted what he could never have. And sometimes... he had a habit of getting just that.

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 17:28:20 GMT

Title: Angel of God
Author: beigehd / Kei
Pairing: Cookstro
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: There was a reason it keeps repeating in his head.
Word Count: 791
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never happened, although I can never be sure and I don't own them.
Author Notes: The first fanfic I've written for a long time and the very first Cookstro one-shot / fanfic I've written. Thanks a million to the lovely guiltfeeder / Jojo for beta-ing my fic.

Angel of God,
My guardian dear,
To whom God's love
Commits me here,
Ever this day,
Be at my side,
To light and guard,
To rule and guide.
Amen.

Those lines had been repeating itself in his mind for quite some time now – ever since the day started, actually. It was definitely not a song -- a prayer.

No, David Cook isn’t religious. He rarely prayed; he never goes to church; he doesn’t believe in God, saints, Jesus Christ, the Bible, and all of those things. He isn’t a religious person at all. Even so, he does know a couple of prayers; they were taught to him by his grandmother when he was a child. He had only uttered them a handful of times though, and probably forgot majority of them as he grew. So, it was very surprising that he remembered this one.

His eyes landed on a pair of bright, blue eyes; they were the bluest ones he had ever seen and they were beautiful – yes, undoubtedly beautiful. Then, he focused on the owner of these sapphire orbs.

It was a boy and the boy looked like perfection.

He looked like an angel (David believed in angels. He believed they existed, but not that strongly) – the most beautiful angel, at that. Hundreds of words synonymous to beautiful could be used to describe this man and would still not suffice. Well, perhaps he was a little exaggerated (not just a little, actually) but it was how he felt, at that moment. Yes, even a person like David Roland Cook experiences these sorts of feelings you would think only adolescent girls feel.

And this beautiful, unnamed boy walked slowly at his direction, approaching him, perhaps. David was glued to the floor as this happened, looking terribly… laughable; with eyes opened wide, sweat trailing down from his forehead, and abnormal breathing, his looked as if a car was accelerating towards him.

The blue-eyed boy who had dreadlocks (he noticed the dreads only now), stopped in front of him, flashed a gorgeous smile, and spoke. The boy asked for directions, in which David replied with an “I’m sorry, but I don’t know,” stammering a bit as he spoke. The boy chuckled, nodded, and then pranced away, leaving him dazed.

He continued to stare until all traces of the boy was gone – until even his shadow was out of sight. This was how David was when he was… enamored, when he was attracted to someone. Yes, David could seem and be quite creepy, at times; it’s part of his personality and even maybe his charm.

Alas, the boy was completely out of his sight. It may be the last time he’d see him, he realized, and such a sad truth that was. He gave off a sigh and looked down at the piece of plastic card which was abandoned for a couple of minutes. What was he supposed to do? Oh yes, his hotel room. He needed a nap, anyway.

It took him many minutes to reach his room. He mingled a bit with the other contestants, willing to forge a friendship in the midst of this competition. He met a few interesting people so far, and as much as he wanted to continue socializing, the weight of his luggage became annoying. He bid a farewell to the Australian man he’d been talking to and traveled to his room, which was still on the sixth floor.

The first sight that greeted him as the door opened was a slender man sprawled on the couch. Taking a nap, he concluded, smiling a bit at this scene. David’s eyes wandered around the room. Almost every piece of furniture here was black, white, gray or cream; a boringly-styled suite, as he originally expected.

The man squirmed a little and David thought that he was already awake. David, being the friendly person that he is, opened his mouth to greet his roommate but it seemed as if his roomie was still asleep. He chuckled, and sat down on the couch across the napping man. For lack of things to do, he stared at him.

“He looks familiar,” he whispered. It took him around 3 minutes before he realized just who he was. Yes, yes, he was the angel-like boy he encountered downstairs; the boy with those sparkling, breathtaking blue eyes.

His cheeks warmed at this realization. Then, after a few more blinks, he laughed at himself and shook his head in this humorous (for him, at least) incident that life has given him. He grinned wide and continued staring, this time memorizing -- or at least trying to -- every curve and detail the still-unnamed boy possessed.

And the prayer started again.

Angel of God, my guardian dear…

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Comments are very much loved. (:

All I Wanna Do

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 17:27:54 GMT

Title: All I Wanna Do
Author: angie7001
Pairing: Cookstro, with a dash of Mavid
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Its fiction, not true, lies...
Summary: David picks up a ummmm hitchhiker and takes him for a ride...
Word Count: 1000 ish
Author Notes: Based on the song "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You" by Heart. Ummm, this is my first fic ever so be gentle please!!

It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while
I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well
We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note
I told him I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare
Just live in my memory, you'll always be there

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

Oh, oooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day, we came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes
I said please, please understand
I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me
was the one little thing that you can

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Come on, say you will, you want me too

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too

All night long ...

David drove recklessly down the rainy, deserted highway. Thoughts racing through his mind: love, loyalty, truth, trust, disappointment, disillusion, betrayal… he knew the meaning to each word, but for the first time he was feeling them all in unison, wants battling needs. He wasn’t paying attention to the road until he saw the headlights skim over a pair of jean clad legs.

Slamming on the brakes he skidded to the shoulder just missing the figure standing on the side of the road. He forced himself to release the steering wheel, to open the door and to step out into the rainy night. Shaking profusely he released the breath he’d been holding. Slowly he looked up at the man he’d almost hit, trying to calm his erratic breathing, and slow his racing heart. He was average height, with a lean build, his long hair twisted into dreadlocks framing an androgynously beautiful face. The soaking wet man ran a shaking hand through his long dreads, eyes wide, staring at the man who’d almost killed him.

“Whoa, that was close…” The dreadhead let out a shaky laugh, amazement coloring his voice. Despite himself, David began to laugh too. A real laugh, not forced or fake. Just laughing in the moment. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, making him giddy and hyper. Taking another look he saw the backpack on the slim, muscular shoulders. He was dressed in a short sleeved, now soaked through, cotton t-shirt and slim fitting jeans.

“Yeah, hey man, are you going somewhere? Do you want a ride, or something?” David asked, “I mean, it’s the least I can do after almost killing you.” He chuckled, both amused and anxious at the situation he found himself in.

The younger man pondered it for a moment, adjusted his backpack, and grinned goofily. “Sure, I could use a ride, since you owe me and all.”

David gestured to the passenger door, hitting the unlock button on the panel of his open door, and the dreadhead sauntered over. They both climbed in, awkward silence taking over. David started the car pulling back onto the highway, the only sound was silent breathing and the consistent passing of the windshield wipers. Hoping to ease the uncomfortable environment, David leaned over and turned the radio on.

‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ blared through the speakers earning an adorable laugh from his passenger, he joined in, feeling blissfully happy and unburdened for the first time in a long time. Singing along at the top of their lungs, the boys giggled and imitated Britney Spears. David felt like the biggest dork in the world, but he was too happy to care.

When the song ended David looked over at his passenger who was still giggling delightedly, wiping tears out of his eyes. His breath caught as electric blue eyes gazed into his. Reminding himself to breathe, he flashed an amused grin to his beautiful passenger.

They were coming up to a little highway town, so they pulled in to fill up on gas. David stood at the pump while his tank filled and the dreadhead went into the station to grab a snack. David hummed happily to himself until his cell phone went off in his pocket. “All I wanna do is make love to you” The familiar ring tone sent chills down his spine and he quickly sent the call to voicemail without checking the caller.

“They were out of Coke, so I got you a Pepsi.” declared the mellow voice of his passenger. David plastered the familiar fake smile back on his face as he accepted his beverage, replacing the gas nozzle in its place. The boys climbed back in the car and rode in amiable silence for a few minutes, driving through the little town on their way back to the highway. David couldn’t help but notice his passengers wistful gaze as they passed a row of hotels.

“What I wouldn’t give for a night in a real bed…” he sighed dramatically, batting his lashes flirtatiously at David. Once again David’s breath caught in his throat, not quite believing that this beautiful boy was flirting with him. The passenger let out another wistful sigh, glancing at David from beneath his lashes.

David pulled the car into the parking lot of the last hotel on the road, putting it in park he gave the boy next to him an appraising stare, taking in the toned tan skin, the full pink lips, the not-quite-dry dreads, and those amazing eyes boring into his in lustful appreciation. David liked what he saw. His cell went off again, replaying the same song, symbolizing the same caller. He made up his mind stepping out of the car and casting a come hither look at his beautiful boy.

“How may I help you, Sir?” questioned the pretty blonde girl at the front desk.

“We need a room, please.” David replied, feeling a tad awkward. This wasn’t like the last time he had been here. But that didn’t matter now, he had to put these thoughts out of his head.

“How many rooms would you like?” Rita, as her nametag proclaimed, asked, looking at the dreadhead and back to him.

David hesitated. Maybe he’d misread the signals his passenger had been sending him.

“One, please.”

David relaxed and pulled out his credit card, flashing a seductive smile at the young man by his side. He paid for the room and accepted the keycard. They’d had a real key last time. But that didn’t matter now. This was now. Not then. He wasn’t paying attention, just following in the steps of the boy anxiously counting down the doors until they reached 148.

“Well, here we are.” The dreadhead said nervously. David surfaced from his memories, plastered the smile back on his face, and opened the door.

“After you.” David said, working to put the ghosts of ‘last time’ out of his mind. He followed him in, watching the seductive sway of slender hips. He could definitely do this. The best way to get over one person is to get under another, right? And David suddenly could not wait to get under this one.

The dreadhead pounced on the nearest bed, casting a seductive glance David’s way. He patted the bed next to him, flipping his dreads over his shoulder. David entered the room, closing the door behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘All I wanna do is make love to you, One night of love is all we knew. All I wanna do is make love to you, say you will, you want me too’ David’s phone woke him at five o’clock the next morning, going to voicemail before he could reach it. He sat up rubbing his face, his whole body ached. A soft snore at his side reminded him why. David looked lovingly at the young man by his side. He didn’t even know his name.

David laughed to himself, he knew how this went, he knew the song. It was his ring tone for crying out loud. He gently extracted himself from the covers and the sweet boy he’d shared an amazing night with. Softly humming the melody to “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You” as he pulled his jeans back on, cursing softly, under his breath as he searched for his left shoe. He found it under the second pair of jeans adorning the floor.

‘All I wanna do-’

“Hey Mike.” David whispered his greeting into the phone.

“Dave, where have you been?” The familiar Australian accent sent a shiver down his spine, he loved that voice so much. “I’ve been up all night worried about you! I’m so sorry, Dave…please come home.”

“No need to worry, I’m fine, I’m on my way home.” David whispered, flinching as the dreadhead stirred slightly in his sleep.

“I’m so sorry, Dave, I was a complete ass.” Michael lamented softly, sorrow staining his voice.

“It’s ok, Mike. We can talk when I get home, I love you.” David gently hung up the phone. He wasn’t lying when he said he loved Michael, but he didn’t regret last night either.

David sat himself in the chair by the desk as quietly as he could, the stupid chair squeaking loudly. He held his breath- the dreadhead continued his peaceful, exhausted sleep. David smiled to himself, memories of the previous night flooding his mind as he gazed at the angelic sleeping face. He wrote the letter he knew by heart, no pun intended, chuckling to himself.

I am the flower, you are the seed

We walked in the garden, we planted a tree

Don’t try to find me, please don’t you dare

Just live in my memory, you’ll always be there.

~David

David placed the letter on the pillow next to his angel, gently pressing a kiss to the swollen pink lips. The sleeping boy sighed in satisfaction, bringing a smile to David’s face. He walked to the door, picking up his car keys on the way out, stopping to cast a lingering look at the sleeping figure in the bed. Time to go home and try to explain to Michael how he’d met and slept with an angel and that this was a good thing. Maybe someday he'd see his angel again, or maybe their version of the song ended here.

What's next for Idol's top 10?

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:59:04 GMT

Jason Castro

"All I want to do is write songs, but trying to figure out how I'm going to do that (professionally) means I don't get much sleep," Castro says, smiling. "I definitely plan to pursue music as a career, but I realize it might not be in an arena setting like this. It's awesome, but there's a bit of a disconnect with the audience."

While he grinds out the current tour, his parents are "talking to people in the business, to see what's possible." For his part, he uses rare days off to break out his guitar and write new songs.

David Cook

Cook also spends any spare time back in L.A., working on his debut album with 19/RCA Records. It should arrive in late 2008.

"My focus right now is to keep an eye on my body, stay healthy, and make sure my voice stays strong," says Cook, who also recently signed a deal to promote Sketchers sneakers. "All I can say about any of this attention is that I'm incredibly flattered."

SOURCE: USAToday

Would anyone be interested in...?

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:57:21 GMT

I have been thinking about this for a while and the time to get things organized seems to be fast approaching. So, I need to get my butt in gear.

Anyway, what I want to do for this year is organize a David Cook centric slash Christmas fic exchange, Secret Santa style.

(Hey, Idol Secret Santa...that would make a great fic! Anyway....)

Would anyone be interested in doing something like this? I'd be happy to organize.

However, I am graphically challenged, and I could really use someone to help me with a header/layout.

Please comment here, and if there's enough interest, I will definitely do it!

eta: the com is not Cookstro specific, but I'd definitely like to see some Cookstro there!

xmascookies

Love Is... (1/?)

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:56:33 GMT

Title: Love Is...
Pairing: David Cook / Jason Castro (This chapter is more Castrocest.)
Rating (separate for each chapter): PG
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Summary: The story of Jason's life and how David fits into it.

(Prologue)
(Chapter 1)

I have a present for you.

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:17:06 GMT

bio

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:16:24 GMT

i'm in the process of gathering bio info about jason. does anyone know his mother's maiden name? also, how tall is he? i'm guessing that he's probably 5'9" since he's taller than ryan seacrest who stands at 5'8". any other important info that i should know about? thanks.

Just for the squee of it!

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 03:27:26 GMT

Enjoy!

AAAANNNDDD in case any of you every doubted Castro's sense of humor...

Pics from Jasonsgothgirls

Pic question. :)

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 03:21:48 GMT

Hey all! Taking a writing break! LOL, came across a couple of pics. Wanted to know if any of you knew the contest they were taken in and when. :D Just wondering because they were new to me. :) Thanks in advance!

Fic: Love Is... (Prologue/?)

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 23:26:33 GMT

Title: Love Is...
Pairing: David Cook / Jason Castro
Rating (separate for each chapter): PG
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would never put them through this, but they are not.
Summary: The story of Jason's life and how David fits into it.
Notes: This is just a prologue, so not much is actually going on.

(Prologue)

Jason shakes his booty!

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 23:25:05 GMT

I found this video at DDB of Jason and Michael showing their sexy dances. It's just a little clip, but Jason shows some interesting moves.;)

modly reminders, once again

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:10:40 GMT

YO COMMUNITY. Got a few things for ya:

1. Secret Santa - We're gonna start "assigning" presents later today or tomorrow so you have time to write/create them by the end of July. So comment that post if you want in on the fun! You can join in late as well, as I'm sure there'll be leftover requests. Which we'll fill anyway in August. ;)

2. Collective Fic - D is working on that first chapter. So we'll be underway soon, yo.

3. Episodes - Your mods are writing something epic right now, so sit tight.

4. Poll - Please vote on this poll if you haven't!

5. Scenario Five - We've had zero submissions thus far. This makes for sadfaces. Please fix it.

6. Cookstro Song - AI isn't coming anywhere near where we live, bastards, but we all still need to write a theme song. So put that in your brains for a near future project, my loves.

Also, as a general note, I think it's worth mentioning that (despite all the fics/graphics/lolz) we lack any form of news-y updates. Nobody's posting articles or career updates. What's goin' on with their music, yo? Remember this is a community for David and Jason. It's for all forms of appreciation, even if it's just one or the other. I know I love them equally! So don't be afraid to post that kinda thing. All love is good love.

Finally, suggestions for... anything you'd like to see? :)

Ficcage part the second!

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 03:33:57 GMT

Annd here is part 2! Enjoy!

Title: Cautionary Tale 2/4
Author: Jaelyn
Pairing: Cook/Castro
Rating: PG-14
Warning: Nothing too bad. A little suggestive lanquage.
Disclaimer: this is strictly fiction. 'nuff said!

“Alright, David.” The producer’s voice echoed a bit through his headset. David glanced at the man from the sound booth. He saw the thumbs up and grinned. “We got it. That was great. How about we take 15?”

Glancing down at his watch, David doffed his head gear and grabbed a bottled water off a passing intern. “Make it 30. I have a call to make.”

******************

Jason played goalie and Michael Johns, deftly maneuvering the ball passed Chikezie, almost scored on him. A dive and eating some dirt preserved their lead. Chikezie whooped. Carly and Michael pouted, wiping the sweat from their brows. Jason laughed, high-fiving his teammate.

“Castro and Eze for the win! Yeah!”

“You boys got lucky.” Carly laughed.

Chikezie shook his head. “Soccer’s is in our blood! What do you think Columbians and Nigerians do for fun?”

Johns snorted. “The Irish and Aussies play soccer too, y’know.”

Jason’s watch beeped, interrupting the conversation. He glanced down at the time.

“Oops! Gotta go!” He tossed the soccer ball to Carly. “I’m expectin’ a call.”

Carly flashed him a knowing grin. Michael Johns shook his head, lips quirked in a half smile.

“Tell ‘im hi from us.”

Chikezie looked mildly confused. Jason gave them his best smile. “I’ll do that.”

*****************

David could not believe he sat here, counting rings. Jason picked up on the fourth.

“Heellloooo.”

David rolled his eyes, but his heart sort of flip-flopped when he heard the familiar, drawling baritone on the other end.

“Hello my ass! What took you so long?”

Jason’s soft, easy laughter twisted his insides. “Sorry. I was playing a little soccer with Eze, Johns and Carly. They said “hi” by the way. Oh! And we won! Chikezie and I, I mean.”

David chuckled, dropping into a leather chair, crossing his legs on the ottoman. “That’s my man. I didn’t think that soccer ball would stay in storage long.”

“Nope. How’s LA?”

“Recording is going well, LA is LA. I’m lonely.”

“I miss you, too.”

David took a sip of his water, his voice softening slightly. “Really? Michael and Chikezie aren’t keeping you warm at night?”

“What?” Jason’s startled laughter rang through the phone. David smiled. “No! Well, Johns teases, you know, but…”

“Yeah, I know. That perv.” David replied. He sighed, sinking a bit deeper into the chair. “I wish you were here. Or I there. I really need to kiss you right now.”

“Ohh really...” David could hear his amusement.
“Really. On that spot, below you ear…” He dropped his voice to a breathy whisper. “Use a little teethe, leave my mark.”
Silence on the other end. David could so imagine the expression on that beautiful face: the pupils of his incredible eyes
dilating, the generous lips slightly parted.
“Yeah?” Jason finally answered. “What else do you want to do?”
David purred, making himself more comfortable. “Get you naked.”

*****************

Jason collapsed onto the bed, scooting backwards until he was bolstered by the big decorative pillows that always ended up on the floor anyway.

“Mmmm. Naked, huh?” He grinned, toying with the bead and ring on one of his dreads. “I’m half way there. Ditched my shirt as soon as I got in. All hot and sweaty, you know.”

“That’s goood. Less work for me.” David said in his ear, his voice causing a tightening in Jason’s gut that went straight to his groin. “I like you hot. And sweaty.”

“Is that right? And you call Johns a perv.” He patted his hair, grinning.

“Oh I admit it. You make me imagine ALL KINDS of indecencies.”

“Like?”

“Oh…like covering you in warm…sweet…” He paused. Jason found himself holding his breath, growing hard. “Chocolate.”

“Ch…chocolate?”

“Yeah. That’s my favorite. Jason Castro with chocolate on top.”

That surprised him into laughter. David echoed him on the other end.

“I’ll remember that.” Jason finally managed to say, his hand moving in circles over his flat belly, a finger tracing the waist of his jeans absently. “I wonder if David Cook goes well with chocolate. Maybe a little caramel. Dulce De Leche Cook.”

“Yeah? Dulce de Leche?”

“Yep. Chocolate and caramel, on your cute, smooshy tummy…I want to pour it on in swirls…and lick it off!”

David sputtered in his ear. “Smooshy tummy?”

Jason giggled. “Yeah! I love that tummy! It cute …sexy; feels good against my skin…Makes me want to poke it.”

*************************

David couldn’t help it. That cracked him up. “Castro! Man! You know how to ruin the mood!”

“I did?” Jason’s voice on the other end was innocent and a little regretful. “I’m not too good at this, I guess.”

“Your own fault.” David huffed, mock offended, “Calling my belly ‘smooshy’. That ain't even a word!”

Soft laughter. “Awww. Poor baby.”

“Boy you just wait until I get back there. Your fine little ass is mine.”

More laughter. “Bring it, baby. I’ll take you on aaaanytime.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” David leaned forward, imagining his arms tight about his lover. “Hey. I gotta get back to the studio. Call you tomorrow?”

A pause. David could hear Jason’s soft breathing in his ear. His groin stirred again. “Ok. Tomorrow. Same time?”

“Yeah. Same time. Love you.”

“I love you, too, David.”
David sat back,staring at the phone. Just 24 more hours and he would be back "home".

TBC

i want to drown him a little

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:15:18 GMT

He went runnin' in the rain after he saw Batman.

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avatars.

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:10:09 GMT

Thus, after days of procrastinating from uploading the avatars.

1 - 14 -- Jason Castro;
15 -19 -- Cookstro;
20 -- Danny Noriega.

TEASERS:

(here.)

Tour Pictures

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:09:55 GMT

St. Louis

Columbus

Sources: Castrocopia and DayDreamingBoy

Duck! Fic incoming!

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 03:20:24 GMT

Ok so. I had two fic ideas that came to me at once, Was going to write two ficlets but decided that they were combinable. :) At least, I think they are. Brain is saying so far so good. I usually prefer posting my fics once completed but as this will be a little longish compared to what I usually write, will post in parts as I complete them. So enjoy! This fic sort of continues in the same vain as the first story I posted here. Same "universe" as far as Jason and Cook are concerned. The inspiration for this fic comes from recents news and posts regarding bad fan behavior at recent concerts. No actual persons are eluded to in this story. At least, none that I know!

Title: Cautionary tale 1/4 ( I think)
Author: Jaelyn
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cook/Castro
Warnings: bad lanquage
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Though the characters may bear some similarities to actual persons, this is a work of pure fantasy.

Meg Graham considered herself an ordinary girl. Beyond ordinary, actually. More like booooring. She lived with her parents at age 23. She hadn’t been Miss Popularity in high school but neither had she been a bottom feeder. The non-descript lines of her ovalish face , slightly pug nose, thin lips and watery blue eyes did not catapult her to ugly-ville but she was far from anyone’s definition of pretty. She had a boyfriend but he was a loser. She hadn’t taken his calls in two days, not after finding him ogling the tits on some bimbo at the bar where Meg worked, serving drinks and waiting tables. Yeah. Meg wallowed in loser land, hating her life. Until. Until.

Home from work, Meg threw her purse onto her cluttered desk, shoving the door closed with the heel of her foot before toeing off her shoes. She turned, gazing at the poster of David Cook that covered the whole of the door. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed the paper lips, gazing into the flat paper eyes that seemed to watch her so intently, following her movements across the room.

“Hello David,” She cooed to the image of America’s newest American Idol. “Did you miss me? Work sucked as always. Some jerk spilled his beer on me. But you know how it is…” She rolled her eyes and laughed. Of course he understood. David had worked in a bar too once upon a time. She went to her computer, moving the mouse to wake it up. In a few clicks, she was perusing her favorite David Cook sites and fan forums, catching up on the latest movements of her Cookie.

David Cook had had her at “Hello”. That moment on American Idol she had engraved in memory. “Billy Jean” had given her chills and “Music of the Night” an orgasm. Finale night she had text the entire 4 hours until her thumbs were numb and cramping. Of course, then he had asked that bitch, Kim Caldwell, out on national TV. What the hell did he see in her?!! She had messaged his myspace like crazy and sent him a flood of snail mail to the affect. She hadn’t gotten any replies from him but she had noticed that she had not heard much about him and Kim in the press lately. Maybe he took her advice. But then the tour! She saw the concert and it was awesome! Well, at least the part with Cookie. Chikezie was ok. And Carly. She couldn’t care less about the rest. She went for a smoke and hung out with some other wordnerds during those performances. Only Cook mattered. And after! She had scammed a pass to the after party and got to see David up close and personal. She squealed and giggled just thinking about it. He had signed her poster. Put his arm about her for a picture. Smiled at her. REALLY smiled at her! With his eyes! Then he had given her a hug, told her thanks for her support. Thanked her again as she shakily handed him the bracelet she had made for him. She had met his eyes and knew they shared a MOMENT. “I hope to see you again at another show!” he had said as the next girl in line impatiently moved passed her, jealous, Meg knew, of the attention David showed her. Even now the memory filled her with happiness. She and David BELONGED together. Soon she would see him again, at another concert, Chicago. She had her tickets already.

Chewing happily on a lock of dishwater blah hair, Meghan scanned the pages for for interesting posts and any new David pics from the tour. She had downloaded and printed all her favorite pictures of the new Idol and they hung from nearly every available place on the light blue walls of her room. A new picture on one of her favorite sites caught her attention. From the Sacromento show. Pictures of David, gorgeous as ever, with that kid with the dreads, Jason Castro. Meg wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like Jason Castro. Hated him mostly because no boy should look like he did. She glanced at the caption: Cookstro, FTW!

“Cookstro?” Meg murmured. “What the hell?” She quickly googled Cookstro and her computer screen flooded with results. She clicked on the first link. It took her to fan site devoted to all things David Cook and Jason Castro. Pictures with funny captions, videos, fan fiction. She skimmed the pages, her face going hot, her mouth tight.

“No effin’ way! “ She muttered to herself “ I can NOT believe this shit!”

TBC

ICON POST: DAVID COOK

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:22:56 GMT

[17] David Cook icons

Preview:

( As close as the beat of my heart... )

com...comstro? cook...mic?

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:17:21 GMT

so. it was suggested by xoqbanteaseox on my last doodle post that i attempt a little comic strip of sorts. which i would love to do. because y'know, i kinda enjoy drawing. and i kinda like the comments i get from you all =)

i ran the idea by katie and she made a few suggestions. so i'm going to offer you all a poll. what would you like from a cookmic?

View Poll: Cookmic plot

ok. awesome! give me your brains!

D
xxx

eta: read 'kitties' as 'puppies/kitties'

More Cookstro in Columbus

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:17:59 GMT

Jason seduces David with a water bottle.

Source: IdolForums

first piece of fiction...EVER

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:17:44 GMT

My muses came to me and brought me this wonderful story of 2 boys who loved each other. Oh wait you guys did that i just wrote this at 4 am! :D
Go easy on me it's my first time <3

Rating: pg i would say.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys... though i wish i did because i would be up at 4 am doing things other then writing fanfiction.
Summary: Sleeptime!!
Notes: I have never, ever, written fanfiction before....so yea... it's short and not very thought out.

“Do you have to go back to LA to record, I mean we have 2 days free and you’re leaving.” Jason Castro stuck his bottom lip and looked at David Cook with pleading eyes.

David took both of Jason’s hands in his and brought them to his lips never letting his eyes fall from Jason’s. “Yes babe cause I have to get MY album out so all of the rest of you guys can put yours out….stop with the lip thing by the way it breaks my heart.” He smiled and pulled Jason into his arms still looking down at him.

“Fine I’ll just stick it out further and maybe break it JUST enough for you to stay, then I can make it better!” Jason grinned huge and held onto each of his elbows around David.

“Nope only thing it will make me do it kiss you over and over while I’m still here.” David leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on Jason’s extended lip.

“Purpose served then.” He sighed heavily and rested his chin on David’s chest. “David can we just get in bed and cuddle until we fall asleep?”

“Well you had me at bed babe, but most defiantly.” He pulled Jason into the main sleeping area of the hotel room and parted only to pull on some pajama bottoms. Jason however stripped down to his boxers and hopped into bed.

David crawled slowly in after him and pulled Jason’s back into his own chest, wrapping his arms around the small boy’s body. Taking a deep breath in, he smelt nothing but the fresh scent of soap. “mmmm soap.” He placed a chaste kiss on the side of Jason’s neck.

“nnn yea….” Jason burrowed his face into the pillow at the kiss feeling more comfortable then he had since the start of tour. “mm…sleep” He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep with only thoughts of this moment, and how comfortable the rise and fall of David's chest was.

“Goodnight beautiful.” David whispered before falling asleep.

castro time

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 20:57:33 GMT

moar doodles omg!
castros this time. yep. mutliple castros.

click image for full view =)

again it's just a doodle. my mad art skills are...maybe a tiny bit madder than this, but it's cute, i think. cute.

D
xxx

Cookstro in Columbus

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:23:05 GMT

Source: Fanforum.com