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riptide_asylumTitle:This Time Is Different
Rating: R
Summary: It's New Years, and Nick and Cody are at a party on the boat.
8:17.
After they fuck--and it is fucking, Nick grunting against his back, hot and rough like they were both much younger--after they fuck, they lie together, sweaty and satisfied and... If you were to pin Cody down, he'd say "safe". The two of them naked in bed in the dark, far from any of the crowds.
Nick's been to three New Year's parties that Cody knows of. Two of them ended in jail and one ended in a different state, three timezones away. In jail. But tonight it's just them, warm and tired, curled against each other in the dark stateroom. The television flickers and words crawl across the screen, no sound necessaryfor the two of them, not now.
Nick traces circles on Cody's stomach, just his fingertips, for what feels like forever. The parties, the crowds, are all safely locked away from them on the flat screen. The circles slow, then stop finally, even Nick's hand at rest.
9:30.
Cody turns and kisses Nick's shoulder, big muscles close to the skin, waking Nick from his half-doze. He doesn't want him to miss this. Nick's eyes are still deep enough to lose himself in, like cool waters untouched by time, as if time itself loses meaning the longer Cody stares. As if time falls away, irrelevant.
And the longer he watches, the happier Nick seems.
10:49.
Onscreen, the crowd surges, moving like a living organism, tendrils and an open maw, driven by a single champagne-addled brain, and Cody shifts, uncomfortable. He thinks of Nick in crowds and sees many different jail cells: King Harbor, Vallejo, the Yucatan, Baltimore. Suddenly it's not enough, just being next to him here. Cody buries his head against Nick's neck, tightening his arms around him, trying to sink beneath Nick's skin. Then Nick's warm smell fills Cody's senses, quelling his panic.
2008, 2009...1972, 73, 84, 85...they all run together as Cody watches behind closed eyes, then Nick's hand is on the back of his head, soothing and gentle. Cody leans up to claim a kiss, the festivities forgotten.
Rating: R
Summary: It's New Years, and Nick and Cody are at a party on the boat.
8:17.
After they fuck--and it is fucking, Nick grunting against his back, hot and rough like they were both much younger--after they fuck, they lie together, sweaty and satisfied and... If you were to pin Cody down, he'd say "safe". The two of them naked in bed in the dark, far from any of the crowds.
Nick's been to three New Year's parties that Cody knows of. Two of them ended in jail and one ended in a different state, three timezones away. In jail. But tonight it's just them, warm and tired, curled against each other in the dark stateroom. The television flickers and words crawl across the screen, no sound necessaryfor the two of them, not now.
Nick traces circles on Cody's stomach, just his fingertips, for what feels like forever. The parties, the crowds, are all safely locked away from them on the flat screen. The circles slow, then stop finally, even Nick's hand at rest.
9:30.
Cody turns and kisses Nick's shoulder, big muscles close to the skin, waking Nick from his half-doze. He doesn't want him to miss this. Nick's eyes are still deep enough to lose himself in, like cool waters untouched by time, as if time itself loses meaning the longer Cody stares. As if time falls away, irrelevant.
And the longer he watches, the happier Nick seems.
10:49.
Onscreen, the crowd surges, moving like a living organism, tendrils and an open maw, driven by a single champagne-addled brain, and Cody shifts, uncomfortable. He thinks of Nick in crowds and sees many different jail cells: King Harbor, Vallejo, the Yucatan, Baltimore. Suddenly it's not enough, just being next to him here. Cody buries his head against Nick's neck, tightening his arms around him, trying to sink beneath Nick's skin. Then Nick's warm smell fills Cody's senses, quelling his panic.
2008, 2009...1972, 73, 84, 85...they all run together as Cody watches behind closed eyes, then Nick's hand is on the back of his head, soothing and gentle. Cody leans up to claim a kiss, the festivities forgotten.
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Date: 2009-01-07 03:19 am (UTC)*bounce*