"Mean Green cutscene" (Beach Boys, 1984)
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riptide_asylumTitle: Mean Green cutscene
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Nick tries to get over Cody dating Brandy. And Dee Dee.
Their accommodations at Casa Robles were spacious--especially compared with the Riptide--but Nick tossed and turned on the couch, sleep eluding him.
How had he missed Cody and Brandy?
Sure, that had been kind of a different time in both of their lives, trying to see if they could find two girls who meant more to them than they meant to each other, a time of experimentation, a time of---
Nick gritted his teeth and let out his breath in a great rush. Cody. And Brandy. While he was at Reserves. Boy, am I ever a moron, he thought. I told him it was fine, and now look, I'm all pissed off about....about what exactly? I said it was okay, went off to play GI Joe, and now look.
The tap on his knee nearly sent him into the ceiling.
"Nick?" Cody whispered. "Are you awake?"
Am I awake? Are you a cheating weasel? "Yeah, I'm awake," Nick whispered. "What's wrong?"
Cody crouched on the carpet next to the sofa, clad only in his underwear. There were two beds in the suite and by mutual agreement they'd given Murray one and flipped a coin for the other. Nick had lost.
"Aw come on, Nick. You're not still sore about me and Brandy, are you?"
Nick stared up at the ceiling. The pulse of the ceiling fan, weakly trying to combat the wet night heat. "Yes I'm still sore about it," he whispered harshly, jabbing a finger into his friend's bare chest. "You knew she was off-limits!"
"Nick...." Cody put a conciliatory hand on Nick's knee through the stiff hotel sheet. Nick glared at Cody's hand until he removed it.
"Oh come on..."
Nick narrowed his eyes.
Cody tried another tack. "Nick," he whispered. "That was then. We had an agreement..."
"And Dee Dee, too? Talk about off-limits!"
Cody smiled ingratiatingly. "It was nothing! You know we have to..."
Nick lay back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Yeah. I know we have to. Doesn't mean I've gotta like it. He took a deep breath, feeling tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Cody," Nick whispered, opening his eyes. But he was talking to thin air. Pulling himself up to peer over the back of the couch, Nick watched Cody crawl back into bed, tugging the sheet disconsolately around him. His heart sank.
He was sore, true, but...he hated seeing Cody hurt, knowing he was the cause. Even if he was in the right.
Nick lay back down, the nubby polyester rough against his back.
I am such an asshole, he thought. The hotel couch was narrow, and he found himself missing their bunks back onboard the Riptide. Nick shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. This is ridiculous.
Nick tried again, rolling onto his stomach, listening to the room's ambient noises, trying not to think about his partner, alone in the big double bed. He'd never been able to stay mad at Cody for long. This is completely ridiculous. Sliding silently out from under the sheet, Nick rolled off the couch into a crouch and duckwalked across the room to the foot of Cody's bed.
Nick raised up just enough to see over to the other bed, where Murray slept on, oblivious. Cody was curled up on his side, facing away from Nick. His eyes were open, and as Nick watched, he rolled onto his back with a deep sigh, fingers interlaced on his chest. Nick recognized that look; he hated it. Hated seeing Cody hurt for any reason. No matter how right it'd seemed earlier to be indignant.
Nick tapped gently on the mattress, his eyes level with the bed. Hey.
Cody looked down the length of the bed. Hey.
Nick took a deep breath and winced, tilting his head on one side. I'm sorry.
Cody returned his gaze to the ceiling. Not good enough.
Nick shook his head, confused. First you wanna make up, now sorry's not good enough? Cut me some slack!
Fuck you, Cody said with a pout. She was fair game.
Oh fuck you, Nick answered, scowling. No, she wasn't.
Nick resettled in his crouch, one knee cracking as he did so, unnaturally loud in the silent hotel room. Cody's eyes widened, and Nick dropped closer to the ground, his knee cracking a second time. He cursed it silently. Over in the other bed, Murray shifted in his sleep, turning towards the window, mumbling. Nick heard Cody rustle the sheet, covering the noise.
Nick waited for what felt like an eternity, then peeked over the top of Cody's bed. His partner was still on his back, but now his legs were spread wide, the sheet casually draped over the lower half of his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. Fine, you win: fuck me.
Nick's mouth dropped open. His partner was something else. Arrogant. Stubborn. Difficult. And Nick couldn't remember when he'd last been more turned on.
Dammit. He hazarded a glance over at Murray, sleeping soundly one bed over. He turned his attention back to Cody, who now looked inordinately smug.Cody shifted in bed, resting his arms behind his head, propped up against the headboard. He indicated his bare torso with a glance, then looked back at Nick. Well?
Nick pursed his lips, his glance smoldering in the darkness. You're on.
Moving slowly, Nick lifted the bottom edge of the sheet, and gently levered his torso up onto the bed between his partner's feet. Cody brought one foot close, rubbing his ankle against Nick's shoulder. Nick captured the foot, one hand covering the sole. He placed his lips against the hollow under anklebone, mouthing the thin, sensitive skin. He heard his lover's sharp intake of breath, felt pleasurable tension surge through the hard muscles of Cody's leg.
Over in the other bed, Murray snorted. "That's why the differential equation wouldn't take cash!"
Nick and Cody both froze. Nick's heart thudded in his chest.
Nick became even gladder Murray's stateroom back on the Riptide was at the other end of the boat. A couple of outbursts like that and they'd probably both have accidentally shot him by now.
After a few seconds of silence, Nick shook his head gently, moving his lips to the inside of Cody's calf and resumed crawling up the bed. His lover shifted beneath him, nudging Nick's temple gently with his knee.Nick licked at it softly and kept moving, sweating under the sheet; the thin, stiff cotton kept him pressed against Cody's body, and the heat was incredible. Bracing his hands against the mattress, Nick mouthed Cody's thigh wetly, feeling his partner jerk silently in response. Gotcha.
He repeated the maneuver, swirling his tongue gently against Cody's lightly furred thigh, high up near his groin. Nick could smell Cody's musk, and slowly moved to turn his attentions to--
"This is why we can't have nice lasers!"
Nick dropped his head to the mattress, fighting back laughter. That must be one helluva dream Murray was having. Cody took the opportunity to turn over onto his stomach, flipping Nick onto his back, covering the noise with a rustle of sheets. Raising one knee up, Cody opened his hips, effectively pinning Nick underneath him.
Nick narrowed his eyes. So you're determined not to play fair. Fine. I can work with that.
Cody's cock and balls were nearly on top of him, just level with his forehead. Pushing slowly with his feet, Nick inched towards them, until he was able to capture one ball in his mouth, sucking gently, swirling the sumptuous soft skin around with his tongue. He felt Cody's strangled moan resonate through his body and Nick stopped, pulling back, needing to catch his breath. He rested his head against the mattress, Cody's cock temptingly rigid in front of him.
Cody on him, against him, surrounding him... Nick's own erection throbbed in his briefs, and he longed to take it in hand as he sucked Cody off. But Cody had trapped Nick's hands up near his shoulders when he turned on him, and his own needs were currently out of reach.
His lover shifted again, pulling his bent knee higher, and Nick smirked. He knew what that message meant, too. He stroked the inside of Cody's knee with one thumb, soft circles. Easy, buddy. Easy. I'm getting to it.
Nick wriggled, bringing Cody's cockhead within reach. He leaned up and captured it between his lips, drawing it in towards his waiting tongue. Cody balled his hand into a fist under the sheet next to Nick's head and Nick, grinning, let Cody's cock slide free so he could turn and place a gentle kiss on the inside of his friend's wrist.
Cody flapped his hand in silent frustration and encouragement. Nick rolled his eyes.
He turned his attention back to pleasuring Cody, drawing him deep, moving his tongue against the shaft slowly, so as not to make a noise. He could feel the tension in Cody's hips and spine above him as he worked, and his own cock was now so hard as to be nearly painful. He flicked his tongue against the underside of the head and Cody whimpered. Nick froze, then gave Cody's thigh a gentle pinch, fighting back laughter.
The two of them lay there for a moment, trying to regain control. They were both slick with sweat, and Nick could feel his balls tight against his groin. He loved touching Cody, loved turning him on and feeling pleasure hum through his body like an electrical charge. More than anything else, that brought him quickly to the edge.
There was a muffled rustling, and the jounce of bedsprings from across the room, and Nick guessed Murray had turned over in his sleep. He hoped Cody would be able to stay quiet; he had no idea what they could say if Murray caught them like this.
Finally, all was quiet, and Nick hazarded a movement, a snakequick flick of his tongue against Cody's shaft. Cody gasped, and Nick let his friend's cock go, shaking his head with a wry smile. He should have known this was a bad idea.
Cody bucked at him.
Man, we are so gonna eat it, Nick thought. Nevertheless, he hazarded another lick at Cody's cock. His lover arched slowly, silently, so he took Cody in again, sucking and lapping gently, quietly, until he felt Cody swell and tighten in his mouth. Nick slowed his pace, wanting the experience to last.
He slid Cody's cock deep, pulling him towards the back of his throat, his nose buried in Cody's wiry pubic hair. At last Cody came, spurting down Nick's throat, thrusting his hips gently, fucking Nick's willing mouth. Nick held him deep, eliciting aftershocks with quick darts of his tongue, until Cody cried out.
Nick let go of his cock and sighed against Cody's thigh. Yeah, this is us eating it.
There was a sharp rustle of bedclothes as Murray sat up across the room. "Cody? Is that you? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, Murray, I'm fine," Cody answered cautiously. "Just a bad dream, okay?"
After a pause, Murray asked. "Are you sure you're all right? I've been hearing--"
"Murray," Cody interrupted, "I'm fine, okay? I think I might have eaten something bad but--"
Murray gasped, and Nick heard him get out of bed. If he'd been able to slap his forehead, he would have. Why can you never stick to one story?
"Oh Cody, you should have said! I brought a few things with us, just in case something like this happened. Now where did I....I thought I brought that up with us..."
Nick rolled his eyes, still trapped under Cody's body. What's your plan now, genius?
"Oh! You know what, I left it in the Mimi. I can't believe I forgot to--Nick? Where's Nick? Cody, have you seen Nick?"
"....In the head?" Cody hazarded.
"Oh well I won't bother him then. Let me just--" Nick could hear the slide of denim over skin as Murray got dressed "--Cody, I'm just gonna run down to the Mimi and grab my kit. And--you know, Cody, it's really funny we managed to bring up all the electronics but forgot perhaps the most important part of any traveler's luggage." Nick heard the clink of keys. "Okay, I'll just be a couple minutes. You stay there and...try to be okay."
"Thanks, Murray. I appreciate this. Really, I do." Cody said weakly.
The door shut firmly behind him, locking shut.
As soon as it did, Cody rolled off of Nick and he sat up pushing the sheet away, gulping in night air. Cody chuckled, stroking Nick's arm. "That was one hell of an apology, Nick."
Nick stared at him. "Now listen, man--"
But Cody bore him down against the bed, kissing him hard, swallowing his words. He slid a hand down and tugged at Nick's briefs, and Nick helped pull them off. He couldn't get enough of Cody's kiss, and the freedom of having Cody's hand on his dick, of being able to moan as Cody stroked him, setting a firm rhythm, fingertips light against the underside, was dizzying. Nick whined softly as Cody sped up his stroke, his touch firmer now. Nick was so close, he quickly shot over the edge, spurting his seed between their stomachs, bucking his hips against Cody's own.
The two of them lay drowsily in the Mexican night, sweat cooling on their bodies.
"I should date Brandy more often," Cody whispered.
Nick glared. But before he could say a word, Cody covered his mouth with his own in a soft, smoldering kiss. "Sorry," Cody whispered when they parted. "Not funny."
Nick ran his hand down Cody's shoulder blades, pulling him close, nuzzling the base of his neck with a contented sigh. He supposed he should go back to the couch before Murray returned, but he loved having Cody's body against him. Sometimes he thought it was the only thing that ever let him sleep. Cody rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone, and Nick could see in his eyes that Cody was thinking the same thing. He stole one last kiss, sweet and longing, before the two of them reluctantly parted.
Nick was halfway across the room when the door opened.
"Nick!" Murray squawked. "I didn't know you were awake! Are you sick too?"
Shaking his head, Nick dropped over the back of the couch and into bed for the night. "No Murray, I feel great. I just got up to check on Cody."
"He's really sick, huh? It must have been something he ate. Or-or maybe we should be using our own water for coffee and--"
Nick looked back at where Cody lay in bed. His chest rose and fell softly, the rhythm instantly recognizable to Nick as one of satiated contentment. Cody met Nick's eyes, and they both bit back smiles.
"I think he's gonna be just fine, Murray. Don't you worry about him."
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Nick tries to get over Cody dating Brandy. And Dee Dee.
Their accommodations at Casa Robles were spacious--especially compared with the Riptide--but Nick tossed and turned on the couch, sleep eluding him.
How had he missed Cody and Brandy?
Sure, that had been kind of a different time in both of their lives, trying to see if they could find two girls who meant more to them than they meant to each other, a time of experimentation, a time of---
Nick gritted his teeth and let out his breath in a great rush. Cody. And Brandy. While he was at Reserves. Boy, am I ever a moron, he thought. I told him it was fine, and now look, I'm all pissed off about....about what exactly? I said it was okay, went off to play GI Joe, and now look.
The tap on his knee nearly sent him into the ceiling.
"Nick?" Cody whispered. "Are you awake?"
Am I awake? Are you a cheating weasel? "Yeah, I'm awake," Nick whispered. "What's wrong?"
Cody crouched on the carpet next to the sofa, clad only in his underwear. There were two beds in the suite and by mutual agreement they'd given Murray one and flipped a coin for the other. Nick had lost.
"Aw come on, Nick. You're not still sore about me and Brandy, are you?"
Nick stared up at the ceiling. The pulse of the ceiling fan, weakly trying to combat the wet night heat. "Yes I'm still sore about it," he whispered harshly, jabbing a finger into his friend's bare chest. "You knew she was off-limits!"
"Nick...." Cody put a conciliatory hand on Nick's knee through the stiff hotel sheet. Nick glared at Cody's hand until he removed it.
"Oh come on..."
Nick narrowed his eyes.
Cody tried another tack. "Nick," he whispered. "That was then. We had an agreement..."
"And Dee Dee, too? Talk about off-limits!"
Cody smiled ingratiatingly. "It was nothing! You know we have to..."
Nick lay back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Yeah. I know we have to. Doesn't mean I've gotta like it. He took a deep breath, feeling tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Cody," Nick whispered, opening his eyes. But he was talking to thin air. Pulling himself up to peer over the back of the couch, Nick watched Cody crawl back into bed, tugging the sheet disconsolately around him. His heart sank.
He was sore, true, but...he hated seeing Cody hurt, knowing he was the cause. Even if he was in the right.
Nick lay back down, the nubby polyester rough against his back.
I am such an asshole, he thought. The hotel couch was narrow, and he found himself missing their bunks back onboard the Riptide. Nick shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. This is ridiculous.
Nick tried again, rolling onto his stomach, listening to the room's ambient noises, trying not to think about his partner, alone in the big double bed. He'd never been able to stay mad at Cody for long. This is completely ridiculous. Sliding silently out from under the sheet, Nick rolled off the couch into a crouch and duckwalked across the room to the foot of Cody's bed.
Nick raised up just enough to see over to the other bed, where Murray slept on, oblivious. Cody was curled up on his side, facing away from Nick. His eyes were open, and as Nick watched, he rolled onto his back with a deep sigh, fingers interlaced on his chest. Nick recognized that look; he hated it. Hated seeing Cody hurt for any reason. No matter how right it'd seemed earlier to be indignant.
Nick tapped gently on the mattress, his eyes level with the bed. Hey.
Cody looked down the length of the bed. Hey.
Nick took a deep breath and winced, tilting his head on one side. I'm sorry.
Cody returned his gaze to the ceiling. Not good enough.
Nick shook his head, confused. First you wanna make up, now sorry's not good enough? Cut me some slack!
Fuck you, Cody said with a pout. She was fair game.
Oh fuck you, Nick answered, scowling. No, she wasn't.
Nick resettled in his crouch, one knee cracking as he did so, unnaturally loud in the silent hotel room. Cody's eyes widened, and Nick dropped closer to the ground, his knee cracking a second time. He cursed it silently. Over in the other bed, Murray shifted in his sleep, turning towards the window, mumbling. Nick heard Cody rustle the sheet, covering the noise.
Nick waited for what felt like an eternity, then peeked over the top of Cody's bed. His partner was still on his back, but now his legs were spread wide, the sheet casually draped over the lower half of his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. Fine, you win: fuck me.
Nick's mouth dropped open. His partner was something else. Arrogant. Stubborn. Difficult. And Nick couldn't remember when he'd last been more turned on.
Dammit. He hazarded a glance over at Murray, sleeping soundly one bed over. He turned his attention back to Cody, who now looked inordinately smug.Cody shifted in bed, resting his arms behind his head, propped up against the headboard. He indicated his bare torso with a glance, then looked back at Nick. Well?
Nick pursed his lips, his glance smoldering in the darkness. You're on.
Moving slowly, Nick lifted the bottom edge of the sheet, and gently levered his torso up onto the bed between his partner's feet. Cody brought one foot close, rubbing his ankle against Nick's shoulder. Nick captured the foot, one hand covering the sole. He placed his lips against the hollow under anklebone, mouthing the thin, sensitive skin. He heard his lover's sharp intake of breath, felt pleasurable tension surge through the hard muscles of Cody's leg.
Over in the other bed, Murray snorted. "That's why the differential equation wouldn't take cash!"
Nick and Cody both froze. Nick's heart thudded in his chest.
Nick became even gladder Murray's stateroom back on the Riptide was at the other end of the boat. A couple of outbursts like that and they'd probably both have accidentally shot him by now.
After a few seconds of silence, Nick shook his head gently, moving his lips to the inside of Cody's calf and resumed crawling up the bed. His lover shifted beneath him, nudging Nick's temple gently with his knee.Nick licked at it softly and kept moving, sweating under the sheet; the thin, stiff cotton kept him pressed against Cody's body, and the heat was incredible. Bracing his hands against the mattress, Nick mouthed Cody's thigh wetly, feeling his partner jerk silently in response. Gotcha.
He repeated the maneuver, swirling his tongue gently against Cody's lightly furred thigh, high up near his groin. Nick could smell Cody's musk, and slowly moved to turn his attentions to--
"This is why we can't have nice lasers!"
Nick dropped his head to the mattress, fighting back laughter. That must be one helluva dream Murray was having. Cody took the opportunity to turn over onto his stomach, flipping Nick onto his back, covering the noise with a rustle of sheets. Raising one knee up, Cody opened his hips, effectively pinning Nick underneath him.
Nick narrowed his eyes. So you're determined not to play fair. Fine. I can work with that.
Cody's cock and balls were nearly on top of him, just level with his forehead. Pushing slowly with his feet, Nick inched towards them, until he was able to capture one ball in his mouth, sucking gently, swirling the sumptuous soft skin around with his tongue. He felt Cody's strangled moan resonate through his body and Nick stopped, pulling back, needing to catch his breath. He rested his head against the mattress, Cody's cock temptingly rigid in front of him.
Cody on him, against him, surrounding him... Nick's own erection throbbed in his briefs, and he longed to take it in hand as he sucked Cody off. But Cody had trapped Nick's hands up near his shoulders when he turned on him, and his own needs were currently out of reach.
His lover shifted again, pulling his bent knee higher, and Nick smirked. He knew what that message meant, too. He stroked the inside of Cody's knee with one thumb, soft circles. Easy, buddy. Easy. I'm getting to it.
Nick wriggled, bringing Cody's cockhead within reach. He leaned up and captured it between his lips, drawing it in towards his waiting tongue. Cody balled his hand into a fist under the sheet next to Nick's head and Nick, grinning, let Cody's cock slide free so he could turn and place a gentle kiss on the inside of his friend's wrist.
Cody flapped his hand in silent frustration and encouragement. Nick rolled his eyes.
He turned his attention back to pleasuring Cody, drawing him deep, moving his tongue against the shaft slowly, so as not to make a noise. He could feel the tension in Cody's hips and spine above him as he worked, and his own cock was now so hard as to be nearly painful. He flicked his tongue against the underside of the head and Cody whimpered. Nick froze, then gave Cody's thigh a gentle pinch, fighting back laughter.
The two of them lay there for a moment, trying to regain control. They were both slick with sweat, and Nick could feel his balls tight against his groin. He loved touching Cody, loved turning him on and feeling pleasure hum through his body like an electrical charge. More than anything else, that brought him quickly to the edge.
There was a muffled rustling, and the jounce of bedsprings from across the room, and Nick guessed Murray had turned over in his sleep. He hoped Cody would be able to stay quiet; he had no idea what they could say if Murray caught them like this.
Finally, all was quiet, and Nick hazarded a movement, a snakequick flick of his tongue against Cody's shaft. Cody gasped, and Nick let his friend's cock go, shaking his head with a wry smile. He should have known this was a bad idea.
Cody bucked at him.
Man, we are so gonna eat it, Nick thought. Nevertheless, he hazarded another lick at Cody's cock. His lover arched slowly, silently, so he took Cody in again, sucking and lapping gently, quietly, until he felt Cody swell and tighten in his mouth. Nick slowed his pace, wanting the experience to last.
He slid Cody's cock deep, pulling him towards the back of his throat, his nose buried in Cody's wiry pubic hair. At last Cody came, spurting down Nick's throat, thrusting his hips gently, fucking Nick's willing mouth. Nick held him deep, eliciting aftershocks with quick darts of his tongue, until Cody cried out.
Nick let go of his cock and sighed against Cody's thigh. Yeah, this is us eating it.
There was a sharp rustle of bedclothes as Murray sat up across the room. "Cody? Is that you? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, Murray, I'm fine," Cody answered cautiously. "Just a bad dream, okay?"
After a pause, Murray asked. "Are you sure you're all right? I've been hearing--"
"Murray," Cody interrupted, "I'm fine, okay? I think I might have eaten something bad but--"
Murray gasped, and Nick heard him get out of bed. If he'd been able to slap his forehead, he would have. Why can you never stick to one story?
"Oh Cody, you should have said! I brought a few things with us, just in case something like this happened. Now where did I....I thought I brought that up with us..."
Nick rolled his eyes, still trapped under Cody's body. What's your plan now, genius?
"Oh! You know what, I left it in the Mimi. I can't believe I forgot to--Nick? Where's Nick? Cody, have you seen Nick?"
"....In the head?" Cody hazarded.
"Oh well I won't bother him then. Let me just--" Nick could hear the slide of denim over skin as Murray got dressed "--Cody, I'm just gonna run down to the Mimi and grab my kit. And--you know, Cody, it's really funny we managed to bring up all the electronics but forgot perhaps the most important part of any traveler's luggage." Nick heard the clink of keys. "Okay, I'll just be a couple minutes. You stay there and...try to be okay."
"Thanks, Murray. I appreciate this. Really, I do." Cody said weakly.
The door shut firmly behind him, locking shut.
As soon as it did, Cody rolled off of Nick and he sat up pushing the sheet away, gulping in night air. Cody chuckled, stroking Nick's arm. "That was one hell of an apology, Nick."
Nick stared at him. "Now listen, man--"
But Cody bore him down against the bed, kissing him hard, swallowing his words. He slid a hand down and tugged at Nick's briefs, and Nick helped pull them off. He couldn't get enough of Cody's kiss, and the freedom of having Cody's hand on his dick, of being able to moan as Cody stroked him, setting a firm rhythm, fingertips light against the underside, was dizzying. Nick whined softly as Cody sped up his stroke, his touch firmer now. Nick was so close, he quickly shot over the edge, spurting his seed between their stomachs, bucking his hips against Cody's own.
The two of them lay drowsily in the Mexican night, sweat cooling on their bodies.
"I should date Brandy more often," Cody whispered.
Nick glared. But before he could say a word, Cody covered his mouth with his own in a soft, smoldering kiss. "Sorry," Cody whispered when they parted. "Not funny."
Nick ran his hand down Cody's shoulder blades, pulling him close, nuzzling the base of his neck with a contented sigh. He supposed he should go back to the couch before Murray returned, but he loved having Cody's body against him. Sometimes he thought it was the only thing that ever let him sleep. Cody rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone, and Nick could see in his eyes that Cody was thinking the same thing. He stole one last kiss, sweet and longing, before the two of them reluctantly parted.
Nick was halfway across the room when the door opened.
"Nick!" Murray squawked. "I didn't know you were awake! Are you sick too?"
Shaking his head, Nick dropped over the back of the couch and into bed for the night. "No Murray, I feel great. I just got up to check on Cody."
"He's really sick, huh? It must have been something he ate. Or-or maybe we should be using our own water for coffee and--"
Nick looked back at where Cody lay in bed. His chest rose and fell softly, the rhythm instantly recognizable to Nick as one of satiated contentment. Cody met Nick's eyes, and they both bit back smiles.
"I think he's gonna be just fine, Murray. Don't you worry about him."
