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An Epic Tale of Bathrobes and Eyelashes (NC-17)
Fandom: AMERICAN IDOLSLASH (SEASON 7)
Pairing: David Cook/Jason Castro
Length: 1996 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
empressive
Author Website: All of the author's writings can be found at her livejournal as well as here.
Why this must be read: this is among my all time favorite Cookstros with plenty of smut. This is what Jason Castro is all about-bathrobes, eyelashes, and David Cook. Cute, romantic, and highly erotic.
An Epic Tale of Bathrobes and Eyelashes
It was late – far too late for good little Idol-hopefuls to be awake. For the two young men entwined together on a small bed clearly not meant for two, the lateness of the hour didn’t matter. The room was warm, the air thick and slightly hazy with the sweet-smoky scent of incense. In the dim, golden light of the bedside lamp the two drowsed together lazily, too content and too wrapped up in one another to move.
David stared silently down at the serene face below him, callused fingers trailing gently over a delicate cheekbone. For a boy, Jason really had such ethereal features; it made David’s hands feel big and clumsy in comparison whenever he touched the younger man.
Pairing: David Cook/Jason Castro
Length: 1996 words
Author on LJ:
empressive Author Website: All of the author's writings can be found at her livejournal as well as here.
Why this must be read: this is among my all time favorite Cookstros with plenty of smut. This is what Jason Castro is all about-bathrobes, eyelashes, and David Cook. Cute, romantic, and highly erotic.
An Epic Tale of Bathrobes and Eyelashes
It was late – far too late for good little Idol-hopefuls to be awake. For the two young men entwined together on a small bed clearly not meant for two, the lateness of the hour didn’t matter. The room was warm, the air thick and slightly hazy with the sweet-smoky scent of incense. In the dim, golden light of the bedside lamp the two drowsed together lazily, too content and too wrapped up in one another to move.
David stared silently down at the serene face below him, callused fingers trailing gently over a delicate cheekbone. For a boy, Jason really had such ethereal features; it made David’s hands feel big and clumsy in comparison whenever he touched the younger man.