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22 January 2009 @ 04:15 am
anderson circa 1989  
Title: 1989
Author: Jen
Rating: NC-17 for drugs and sex
Pairing: Anderson Cooper/OFC that I used to get to Anderson Cooper/Dan Abrams
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of 'Comedy Central', 'The Daily Show‘, 'The Colbert Report', 'Root of All Evil', 'Strangers with Candy', 'AC 360', 'Verdict with Dan Abrams', 'Countdown with Keith Olbermann', 'The Late Show with Conan O'brien', 'MSNBC', 'CNN', 'NBC', any associated entities, or any copyrighted material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copyrighted material.
A/N: This fic was written over at ths_just_in for the prompt young fic. It takes place maybe nine months after Carter's death, when Anderson is still a student at Yale. Sorry if the time line is off at all... it's just a snapshot of what might have been.
Warning:Anderson doing drugs and sleeping with strangers


“Anderson!”

He turns and smiles calmly at the young woman approaching. She’s not much younger than him, a year, maybe two. They went to Dalton together, he remembers that much. Still, she looks foreign to him in her too tight green silk, her big blonde hair, her brightly painted eyes and lips. So young. She looks so young.

That’s what happiness looks like to him now. Innocence. Innocence is youth. Something he’s lost. Something he lost a long time ago if he really thinks about it.

Still it was until recently… until…

“I heard about Carter… I’m so sorry. It’s such a waste.”

Anderson flinches as she curls her hot pink nails around his arm and presses her hot pink lips to his cheek, then his neck.

“If there’s anything I can do… anything at all,” she whispers in a sing song voice that lies of comfort and intimacy.

There’s an innuendo there, and Anderson lets his eyes trail her figure wondering if maybe he ought to fuck her just to reassure himself that he’s still capable. Instead he sighs, and his lips tighten as his boredom with this party and every other like it hits him like a ton of bricks. He begins to wonder if it’s what Carter felt like, starts to imagine himself falling, then she talks again and interrupts him.

“You poor thing,” she whispers, “you need to relax, have fun, forget all about it.”

Anderson nods, taking a big drink of the too strong liquor in his glass and looking out the window at their side. His mind wanders out of the penthouse, away from the noise, and for a minute he wonders why he ever came home at all.

“I have coke,” she whispers, her tongue tracing a line along his neck. “Think that might help?”

Anderson’s eyes flash back to hers. “It might,” he says, suddenly very interested in remembering her name.

The girl smiles, and Anderson tries to place her in her year book photo. “What have you been doing since Dalton?” he asks, not because he’s interested, but because the gossip might help him remember her.

She smiles at him. “Married Joseph, he’s a big shot at some wall street firm, going to start an internet company.”

Anderson raises an eyebrow. Joseph. He hadn’t noticed her ring, something that seems ludicrous when his eyes land on the enormous rock on her finger. “Kids?” he asks, not at all interested, but now distracted by trying to place Joseph as someone he must also have known from school.

“Hell no,” she says, “I don’t even sleep with Joseph anymore.” She bites her lip, her eyes trailing over Anderson’s body, “he’s boring. Where have you been, Anderson?”

Anderson scoffs at her comment and responds only as an after thought. “Africa.”

The woman laughs, as though he’s just told her the funniest joke she’s ever heard. Her perfect (and fake, he suspects) breasts bouncing in her too tight blouse. She reaches out and links their hands. “Come on, baby,” she whispers, “this coke is going to blow your mind.”

She finds a room and pulls him into it, her bottom lip snaking between her teeth as she pulls a small baggie from between her breasts, letting her fingers linger until his eyes follow them and she snickers.

He’s done three, or maybe four lines, when the door bursts open and the woman stops brushing her fingers over Anderson’s arm long enough to look up. “Danny!!!” she yells running across the room and jumping into a man’s arms.

Anderson watches her. His heart is racing, but his reaction time is slowed, his vision swims before he finds focus on the man’s piercing green eyes.

“Lacey,” the man says, kissing her full on the lips, his hands snaking around her and lifting her so her legs curl around his waist.

Anderson raises an eyebrow, wondering who ‘Danny‘ is and why he isn’t the slightest bit bothered by taking a woman who was just enjoying another man’s company.

The man looks past her shoulder at Anderson, and his smile changes as his hands shift to cup the woman’s ass. “Lacey, who’s your friend?”

Lacey. Lacey Hanowitz. Anderson suddenly remembers Carter fucking her in his first car.

“Danny, this is Anderson Cooper. He’s a Vanderbilt. We went to Dalton together.”

Danny nods, that familiar spark of recognition making Anderson wince at the blow he knows is coming. “Your brother… I read about it.”

Anderson rolls his eyes and leans back on the bed he’s been perched on for what suddenly seems like forever.

Danny chuckles. “Wow… cool as a cucumber. What have you two been doing in here?”

Lacey smiles, and bites her lip, which is no longer sexy but horribly annoying to Anderson. In response, in punishment, he decides to chew on his nails instead of paying attention to her at all.

Before he knows it, Danny and Lacey are crawling over him, Danny’s hand lingering just a little too long against his thigh as he presses past him onto the bed. Anderson lets his eyes drift back to them as Danny pours a line of coke on Lacey’s breast (which is suddenly no longer in her shirt), and snorts it before he flicks his tongue over her nipple. This makes her giggle and twitch beneath him, pretending to push him away even as her hips curl around him inviting him in.

Anderson sighs.

Danny looks at him, his fist still curled around her breast. “Need another line Vanderbilt?”

“Cooper,” Anderson corrects, shrugging.

Danny smiles, lifting the hem of Anderson’s shirt and making him flush with heat as his fingers spread across his tight stomach. “You’re skinny,” Danny whispers, brushing his fingers gently along Anderson’s belly until they touch the buckle on his belt.

Anderson shrugs again, trying to seem less motivated to move into Danny’s touches than he is.

Danny laughs, and Lacey is still giggling, and then Danny’s nose is laid out against Anderson’s skin, snorting a line of coke he hadn’t even noticed was poured out there.

Danny glances back at him, moving to pin Lacey on the bed beneath him just inches from Anderson’s side and taking her nipple once more into his mouth. Her fingers tighten in his hair and he thrusts his hips forward, an imitation of sex despite them both being mostly clothed.

Anderson picks up the bag of coke, pouring a little onto the back of his hand and snorting it. He repeats the motion twice before Danny slips Lacey’s breast from his mouth to speak. “Have you ever fucked Lacey?” he asks as though she’s not there.

Anderson suddenly feels like he’s back in the locker room at Dalton. And though Danny is obviously a socialite, Anderson doesn’t remember him, and instantly guesses this imagined memory is completely false. ‘Danny’ must have gone somewhere else. His is a face Anderson would remember.

“My brother did… in my car,” Anderson whispers dumbly. “You didn’t go to Dalton,” he adds, shrugging to seem noncommittal to the thought. “Did you?”

Danny shakes his head, and Anderson decides he looks much more like a Daniel, and a lot less like a Danny. He has the same innocence, the same youthful smile that Lacey has, but there is something in his eyes…

“Well, Daniel,” Anderson manages, “Should I leave you alone with Lacey?”

Lacey giggles and lets her eyes drift to Anderson. “You could share me,” she teases, (or offers) Anderson realizes, reaching out and brushing her fingers over Anderson’s belly where Daniel had pushed up his shirt.

Anderson rolls his eyes, but gasps when his eyes meet Daniel’s. Daniel smiles, slipping away from Lacey and pressing himself slowly over Anderson’s chest. “Maybe I’ll just keep him to myself,” he whispers, bending to ghost his lips over Anderson’s throat, not kissing him but letting his breath trail over his skin until it breaks with goose bumps.

Anderson feels his hips raising off the bed to press to Daniel’s, feels him chuckle so low that it’s all vibrations.

“I get it now,” Lacey whispers, falling onto her back as her own hand squeezes the breast Dan had pulled from her blouse.

“Get what?” Daniel asks her, leaning over and flicking his tongue around her nipple while his fingers slide down Anderson’s side and curl around his belt.

“He’s gay,” she whispers, lifting her breast closer to Dan, her other hand brushing Anderson’s side. “I thought it was me…”

Anderson furrows his brow. “I fully planned on fucking you before he showed up and stole my gusto,” he pouts.

Daniel laughs, pulling back. “You can still fuck her,” he says, glancing down at Anderson and deciding that Anderson’s t-shirt needs to come off.

Anderson watches as the green cotton flutters to the floor, captivated by the movement.

“Ok,” he whispers when he finally looks back at Dan, “but I’d rather you fuck me.”

Daniel smiles, his dimples and his eyes making Anderson see stars and lose his breath. “Tonight’s your lucky night,” he whispers with a mischievous smile, “tonight you can have it all.”

Anderson laughs, and it strikes him that he hasn’t laughed in ages. He tries to focus, to remember the last time. He is vaguely aware of his clothes being pulled off, of fingers brushing his skin, lips on his dick, then he’s inside of her, his hips thrusting.

His eyes flutter open and find Lacey’s perfect breasts bouncing over him. He realizes then that the soft material beneath his fingers isn’t the sheets, but her hips. Somewhere amidst the realization, he wonders what happened to Daniel and lets his head fall to the side.

Daniel is there, stroking his dick as he watches, smiling that same smile that makes Anderson dizzy all over again. “My sister goes to Yale,” he whispers, “maybe I’ll have to go visit her.”

Anderson moans as Lacey’s nails dig into his chest, the cold band of her wedding ring hitting his nipple as she bares down on him.

When he opens his eyes again, Dan is still smiling at him, his lower lip between his teeth as he strokes his dick faster.

“Maybe you should,” Anderson whispers, looking back at Lacey before he comes and lets his orgasm and the drugs pumping through his blood take him away from everything for a long while.

Lacey stays on his dick, now softening inside of her, as she reaches for the baggie and lays out two lines on Anderson's chest. She does one herself; rocking forward painfully hard on Anderson's dick and making him moan.

Daniel chuckles, stopping the motion of his hand on his dick to bend and take the other. He runs his tongue along Anderson's chest where the drugs where, flicking his nipple then sucking it hard between his lips.

"Still want me to fuck you?"

Anderson nods, it's all he's capable of.

"Who the fuck lives here?" Daniel asks, looking around the room as Anderson and Lacey follow suit.

Anderson stops listening when Lacey starts rambling about some guy they all know.

"He has horrible taste," Daniel remarks, rolling over in the bed and opening the drawer to the end table, "but he's got lube… so he isn't a complete failure."

Anderson smiles at the insult turned good fortune. He decides he'd have had Daniel fuck him anyway, but the lube will make it better, easier for them both to stomach despite the drugs lowering his inhibitions to a dangerous degree.

"Can you get off my dick?" he manages, and again Lacey acts like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard. She slips from his lap and slides to her knees on the bed between the two men.

Daniel pushes her onto her back, running his hands up her ribs until he cups her breasts. "Cooper, how do you like to be fucked?" he asks as he presses a trail of kisses along each rib poking too far from under her skin.

Anderson opens one eye and watches as Dan does a line of cocaine off Lacey's stomach, slipping his tongue over her belly button until she's giggling all over again.

"Now would be good," Anderson whispers, slipping a fist around his still sensitive cock and stroking it a few times.

Daniel laughs and the mattress dips as he slips away from Lacey and between Anderson's legs.

Anderson is accommodating: lifting his legs around Dan's waist, cupping his balls to reveal his puckered hole, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he feels the cold liquid hit his skin.

In an instant he sees a flash of white, the familiar pain burning up his spine as Daniel presses completely into him without any preparation other than the not so liberally applied lube.

"Do this often?" Anderson hisses, almost as annoyed by Daniel's carelessness as he is turned on by it.

Daniel chuckles but it turns into a moan as Anderson's muscles complain and tighten. Somewhere in the noise of their flesh and strangled whimpers, he hears Lacey gasp and it makes him smile through gritted teeth.

"I could do this more often," Daniel moans slamming harder into him, faster into him, deeper into him.

Anderson feels his cock twitching in his palm and he decides he'd rather it feel good than hurt. "Lacey," he groans, "put more lube on his dick... and suck mine if you get the chance."

Daniel moans, a guttural noise that goes right to Anderson's cock which is somehow already thrusting into Lacey's mouth.

Anderson feels the liquid she’s adding pressing into his hole with each thrust, the friction reducing as he stretches and Daniel continues a steady rhythm against him.

It feels like it could go on forever, should go on forever. Dan pumps his hips, Anderson thrusts forward, a mess of blond hair moves between them but goes ignored as their eyes lock.

Daniel is finally coming, and Anderson feels himself pulled over the edge with him, tumbling through the jagged rocks as Lacey pulls back and wipes his come from her chin with a satisfied smirk on her face.

Daniel stays inside of him as he leans forward, half panting, half laughing. "I'll have to visit my sister at Yale."

Anderson smiles, closing his eyes and imagining once again he's falling like Carter did. Only this time, when he opens his eyes it's not cement, but Daniel that breaks his fall.
 
 
i feelin': mellowcoked out
 
 
 
pontifractusay: Anderson: yes pleasepontifractusay on January 22nd, 2009 11:07 am (UTC)
Yes thank you. I needed that.
bang, ya got me!: seriously?pen_of_jen on January 22nd, 2009 11:30 am (UTC)
aw. you're welcome. *mwah*

also? pr_scatterbrain wrote a response to it that starred joaquin & river pheonix, johnny depp and keanu reeves over in yesterday's forum. check it out. =D
pontifractusay: Keanu: exposepontifractusay on January 22nd, 2009 11:35 am (UTC)
OMG WAT? *LOOKS*
Sarah: Crack!Berry 4 Eva!sunkissedmornin on January 22nd, 2009 04:03 pm (UTC)
I've been itching for young!anderson for so long now. Thank you, thank you. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with broken, lost, young Andy, but there's definitely not enough of it out there.

Great job, sweetie.
bang, ya got me!: thankspen_of_jen on January 22nd, 2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
aw. i love young anderson, i love broken and lost anderson, and i totally agree that there's just not enough of it out there.

thanks hun. =D