With heaps and heaps of thanks to terrio, cesperanza, boniblithe, monkiedude, and giglet for beta, and to sanj and ellen_fremedon and darthfox for exciting technical information on song arranging, any remaining mistakes in which are entirely mine. ♥
eta because there are hazards to posting at 3am
Time Of Your Life (27,000 words)
Cook/Archuleta, adult, not explicit, 100000% totally fictional
David stared up at him as he came to the table, and then Cook put a hand on David's shoulder and leaned over him. There was a really—really—weird moment when David thought for a second that Cook was about to—was going to—and David's stomach squeezed into a tiny knot, but Cook was just reaching over to grab the jacket he'd left on his seat.
Read the story!