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"Cutscene for Arrivederci, Baby" (Beach Boys, 1985)
Title: Cutscene for Arrivederci, Baby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cody's desperate for a translation, and Nick's only too willing to provide one.
Nick found Cody sitting in the salon, frowning at the phrasebook. Giovanna was right: he did look upset. Nick leaned across the table and stole a kiss, thwarting Cody's attempt to hide the book by grabbing it out of his hands.
When they parted, Nick tossed the book over to the far side of the room and slid into the booth next to his partner. "Give it up, man, you don't need that thing. You could've just asked her. 'Course, I'm not sure what you would have done if she'd said yes, but..." Nick gestured vaguely.
Cody stared morosely down at the table. With a brief glance at Nick, he slid out from behind the table and went over to toy with one of the model helicopters on the shelf. "Good thing she wouldn't give me the time of day then, huh?"
Nick stared at him, lips pursed. All day he'd suspected Cody would get like this: hurt, embarrassed. Sulky.
Which didn't fit into Nick's plans for the afternoon at all.
He got up and gently took the helicopter out of Cody's hands, prompting a dramatic sigh. As Cody started down the steps, Nick slid his arms around him from behind, pulling him back against his body. He closed his teeth on Cody's neck and Cody's knees buckled. He leaned back in Nick's arms with a groan, hands scrabbling for purchase against Nick's jeanclad thighs.
Nick pulled Cody closer, mouthing his neck wetly. He slid one hand down Cody's stomach, down over rough denim, feeling the heat from Cody's erection. Tracing the length of it with his palm, he enjoyed how it twitched against the stiff fabric, and how Cody whimpered as he touched him. Nick ground his own cock against Cody's ass, and even through two sets of clothing, it felt amazing. It always felt amazing. Nick closed his hand around Cody's cock, feeling him buck and pulse through the jeans.
"Oh yeah, don't stop, buddy." Cody's voice came out in a distracted whisper as he thrust against Nick's palm.
Nick stopped nibbling Cody's neck. He ran his tongue from collarbone to ear in one long swipe. "I'm not going to," he whispered in Italian.
Cody's eyes flew open and he groaned. "Don't, Nick. Come on."
"Why not?"
"Nick!" Cody spun in Nick's arms and pushed himself free. As he stalked past with an irritated look, Nick grabbed his arm. Hard.
Cody looked frustrated, and Nick knew his partner's ego was already bruised. But he couldn't help himself, he loved driving Cody crazy. This was the good kind of crazy, he could tell, despite his friend's protests.
"You're not going anywhere. Not for two, three hours at least."
"Nick!" Cody stood panting in the middle of the salon. Nick walked over with a leisurely smirk and pulled Cody close, enjoying the wriggle as his partner made to pull away. He returned to mouthing Cody's neck, softly, enjoying the heat of Cody's skin, flushed with desire. "Do you really want me to tell you, Cody?" Cody relaxed, sliding his arms around Nick, even as he exposed more of his neck for attention. Nick slid a hand under Cody's sweater, brushing his fingers up the firm muscles of his abs. "Do you?" he whispered.
"Please." Cody's eyes were closed, his breathing hoarse and ragged.
Nick's hand continued to roam, and he rolled a nipple between two fingers, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. "Good. Because I'm not going to."
Cody opened his eyes, giving Nick a frustrated look. He pulled out of Nick's arms and headed back towards the stairs to their stateroom, with long irritated strides. Nick caught Cody at the top of the steps. Pulling him back against him again, hands hard on his hips, Nick ground his erection against Cody's jeans, arms hard and unyielding. "You're really going to have to learn some more Italian, man."
Cody took a deep breath, relaxing in Nick's embrace. After a moment, he growled, "That's all the Italian I want, right there, pal."
Nick concentrated on not passing out. He loved the feeling of Cody in his arms; confirmation that Cody wanted him, needed him, as much as he needed Cody. It was overwhelming.
"Mine," he whispered in Cody's ear. "All mine."
"I think I caught that one, Nick." Chuckling, Cody turned and kissed Nick, sliding his arms around him, dropping his hands to Nick's ass, squeezing gently. They kissed, tongues seeking and finding, mouths hard and urgent.
After a moment, they broke apart breathlessly. "Yeah, Cody," Nick said with a grin, "You definitely caught this Italian." Cody smiled with satisfaction and Nick's breath caught in his chest. That was one of his favorite smiles.
Cody pulled him down the stairs to their stateroom. They kissed again through the doorway, softer now, more affectionate. Nick pulled Cody's sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor, then pushed Cody down onto his bunk.
Cody lay back, lifting his hips as Nick pulled his jeans and briefs down, then off, and watched appreciatively as Nick did the same with his own. Dropping to his knees, Nick traced the underside of Cody's cock with his tongue, stopping briefly to pull the head into his mouth, tongue still moving, hands flush on Cody's spread thighs; he rubbed one thumb lazily along the crease where thigh met torso. Cody groaned, twisting the bedsheets into knots in his clenched fists, writhing as Nick pulled him deep into his throat, tongue moving swiftly, feather light against head, then shaft and back again.
As Cody arched back against the bunk, Nick reveled in the sight of Cody's arms and torso, hard and golden against the pale sheets, taut with pleasure. With a final soft kiss, he released Cody's cock and climbed onto the bunk between his legs, holding himself up on one arm, pushing their hips together, the feel of Cody hot against him tearing a moan from his throat.
Cody chuckled, leaning up for a kiss, and Nick used his weight to pin Cody back against the bunk, teeth hard against his jaw, pulling at his earlobe. Nick slid a hand down between them and Cody's laughter turned to a groan. "Nick....aw Nick, please."
Nick sat back on his heels and pulled the lube off the top of the nightstand. Greasing two fingers, he let himself take in the full luxury of watching Cody struggle to maintain control. His tanned skin was wet with sweat, chest heaving with desire, unruly blond hair falling in his eyes. Nick guessed Cody had no idea how beautiful he was when he was turned on. He leaned forward on one arm again. "I love you, Cody," he whispered against his friend's jaw, sliding his hand down, past Cody's balls, gently stroking his perineum. "So fucking much."
He slid a finger inside Cody, feeling Cody's shudder against his hips, igniting a feeling nestled at the base of his own spine. "Oh God," Nick whispered, working his finger gently in and out. "So good, baby."
Nick found the spot he'd been seeking, and Cody bucked, crying out, head back. "Nick, please," he moaned.
"Just a little more," Nick breathed in his ear, feeling his balls tighten as Cody's body opened for him, his finger finding Cody's prostate with every stroke. Cody grabbed Nick's arms and held tight, squeezing as another moan was ripped from him, arching back against the pillows. Nick thought he might come from that sight alone, or if not, from the pressure of Cody's hands, squeezing his arms in time with the movement of Nick's finger. He added a second finger and Cody gasped. He tensed his stomach, small cries with every stroke, riding Nick's fingers hard.
Nick straddled one of Cody's thighs and hoped he could hang on long enough to get his cock inside him. From Cody's urgent writhing, he knew they were both too close to last long.
Their eyes met and that was all it took for Nick. Sliding his fingers out, he grabbed the lube and greased his cock efficiently, biting back a moan. Cody, open, wanting--
"Nick, please. Come on, buddy." Cody reached for him, running his fingers across Nick's hip. "Need you."
Nick tossed the lube to one side and guided himself between Cody's legs. Leaning onto Cody's chest, his tip passed the tight ring of muscle, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt Cody pulling him in, deeper, arms around him, pulling him down onto his chest, a hand in his hair, mouth wet and insistent against his collarbone. He sank all the way in with a sigh, and opened his eyes to find Cody staring at him lazily, panting. "Cody..." he tried, and then his lover's mouth was on his, light and persuasive. He took a short, swift stroke and Cody's arms tightened, hips asking for more. Nick set a fast pace, short and hard, and Cody buried his head against Nick's neck, whimpering with need.
Nick dipped his head, nuzzling at Cody's ear. "Want you," he managed, "Oh god Cody, need you so bad." Cody, hot and tight around him, hands and mouth against his skin, hard against his hips.
He sped up his stroke and Cody reached up to brace himself against the headboard, fingers twining through the ornate woodwork. A long shuddering moan escaping his lips and Nick felt the fireworks start deep in his spine, building, burning inside him. He lifted his head to watch Cody and that was it. With a jagged cry, Nick plunged himself deep inside Cody, hard, unyielding, riding the wave of what he found in Cody's eyes. He registered Cody's own orgasm, hot and wet against his stomach, and thrust again, desperate to make it last for both of them.
Finally, Nick lay motionless on Cody's chest, trying to remember how to move his legs. Or not. He wasn't sure it mattered anymore.
Fingers danced on his back, and Nick smiled against his partner's skin. If he could live in this one moment for the rest of his life, he'd do it. He took a deep, shuddering breath, still nestled inside Cody, smelling the musk of them together, taking comfort from the heat of Cody's skin as his own sweat began to cool. He shivered, dislodging himself from Cody in the process, and Cody awkwardly pulled the sheet out from under them, covering them and only nearly knocking Nick off the bed once.
They resettled in Cody's bunk, Nick close against Cody's back, arm over Cody's chest, one leg between Cody's, lying between him and the world, exactly how Nick liked it. He stretched sinuously and, raising himself up on one elbow, looked down at his partner. Cody opened his eyes half-mast, drowsily asking a question.
"Giovanna was right," Nick said, kissing his partner's chin. "You do have nice eyes."
Cody smiled smugly and closed them.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cody's desperate for a translation, and Nick's only too willing to provide one.
Nick found Cody sitting in the salon, frowning at the phrasebook. Giovanna was right: he did look upset. Nick leaned across the table and stole a kiss, thwarting Cody's attempt to hide the book by grabbing it out of his hands.
When they parted, Nick tossed the book over to the far side of the room and slid into the booth next to his partner. "Give it up, man, you don't need that thing. You could've just asked her. 'Course, I'm not sure what you would have done if she'd said yes, but..." Nick gestured vaguely.
Cody stared morosely down at the table. With a brief glance at Nick, he slid out from behind the table and went over to toy with one of the model helicopters on the shelf. "Good thing she wouldn't give me the time of day then, huh?"
Nick stared at him, lips pursed. All day he'd suspected Cody would get like this: hurt, embarrassed. Sulky.
Which didn't fit into Nick's plans for the afternoon at all.
He got up and gently took the helicopter out of Cody's hands, prompting a dramatic sigh. As Cody started down the steps, Nick slid his arms around him from behind, pulling him back against his body. He closed his teeth on Cody's neck and Cody's knees buckled. He leaned back in Nick's arms with a groan, hands scrabbling for purchase against Nick's jeanclad thighs.
Nick pulled Cody closer, mouthing his neck wetly. He slid one hand down Cody's stomach, down over rough denim, feeling the heat from Cody's erection. Tracing the length of it with his palm, he enjoyed how it twitched against the stiff fabric, and how Cody whimpered as he touched him. Nick ground his own cock against Cody's ass, and even through two sets of clothing, it felt amazing. It always felt amazing. Nick closed his hand around Cody's cock, feeling him buck and pulse through the jeans.
"Oh yeah, don't stop, buddy." Cody's voice came out in a distracted whisper as he thrust against Nick's palm.
Nick stopped nibbling Cody's neck. He ran his tongue from collarbone to ear in one long swipe. "I'm not going to," he whispered in Italian.
Cody's eyes flew open and he groaned. "Don't, Nick. Come on."
"Why not?"
"Nick!" Cody spun in Nick's arms and pushed himself free. As he stalked past with an irritated look, Nick grabbed his arm. Hard.
Cody looked frustrated, and Nick knew his partner's ego was already bruised. But he couldn't help himself, he loved driving Cody crazy. This was the good kind of crazy, he could tell, despite his friend's protests.
"You're not going anywhere. Not for two, three hours at least."
"Nick!" Cody stood panting in the middle of the salon. Nick walked over with a leisurely smirk and pulled Cody close, enjoying the wriggle as his partner made to pull away. He returned to mouthing Cody's neck, softly, enjoying the heat of Cody's skin, flushed with desire. "Do you really want me to tell you, Cody?" Cody relaxed, sliding his arms around Nick, even as he exposed more of his neck for attention. Nick slid a hand under Cody's sweater, brushing his fingers up the firm muscles of his abs. "Do you?" he whispered.
"Please." Cody's eyes were closed, his breathing hoarse and ragged.
Nick's hand continued to roam, and he rolled a nipple between two fingers, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. "Good. Because I'm not going to."
Cody opened his eyes, giving Nick a frustrated look. He pulled out of Nick's arms and headed back towards the stairs to their stateroom, with long irritated strides. Nick caught Cody at the top of the steps. Pulling him back against him again, hands hard on his hips, Nick ground his erection against Cody's jeans, arms hard and unyielding. "You're really going to have to learn some more Italian, man."
Cody took a deep breath, relaxing in Nick's embrace. After a moment, he growled, "That's all the Italian I want, right there, pal."
Nick concentrated on not passing out. He loved the feeling of Cody in his arms; confirmation that Cody wanted him, needed him, as much as he needed Cody. It was overwhelming.
"Mine," he whispered in Cody's ear. "All mine."
"I think I caught that one, Nick." Chuckling, Cody turned and kissed Nick, sliding his arms around him, dropping his hands to Nick's ass, squeezing gently. They kissed, tongues seeking and finding, mouths hard and urgent.
After a moment, they broke apart breathlessly. "Yeah, Cody," Nick said with a grin, "You definitely caught this Italian." Cody smiled with satisfaction and Nick's breath caught in his chest. That was one of his favorite smiles.
Cody pulled him down the stairs to their stateroom. They kissed again through the doorway, softer now, more affectionate. Nick pulled Cody's sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor, then pushed Cody down onto his bunk.
Cody lay back, lifting his hips as Nick pulled his jeans and briefs down, then off, and watched appreciatively as Nick did the same with his own. Dropping to his knees, Nick traced the underside of Cody's cock with his tongue, stopping briefly to pull the head into his mouth, tongue still moving, hands flush on Cody's spread thighs; he rubbed one thumb lazily along the crease where thigh met torso. Cody groaned, twisting the bedsheets into knots in his clenched fists, writhing as Nick pulled him deep into his throat, tongue moving swiftly, feather light against head, then shaft and back again.
As Cody arched back against the bunk, Nick reveled in the sight of Cody's arms and torso, hard and golden against the pale sheets, taut with pleasure. With a final soft kiss, he released Cody's cock and climbed onto the bunk between his legs, holding himself up on one arm, pushing their hips together, the feel of Cody hot against him tearing a moan from his throat.
Cody chuckled, leaning up for a kiss, and Nick used his weight to pin Cody back against the bunk, teeth hard against his jaw, pulling at his earlobe. Nick slid a hand down between them and Cody's laughter turned to a groan. "Nick....aw Nick, please."
Nick sat back on his heels and pulled the lube off the top of the nightstand. Greasing two fingers, he let himself take in the full luxury of watching Cody struggle to maintain control. His tanned skin was wet with sweat, chest heaving with desire, unruly blond hair falling in his eyes. Nick guessed Cody had no idea how beautiful he was when he was turned on. He leaned forward on one arm again. "I love you, Cody," he whispered against his friend's jaw, sliding his hand down, past Cody's balls, gently stroking his perineum. "So fucking much."
He slid a finger inside Cody, feeling Cody's shudder against his hips, igniting a feeling nestled at the base of his own spine. "Oh God," Nick whispered, working his finger gently in and out. "So good, baby."
Nick found the spot he'd been seeking, and Cody bucked, crying out, head back. "Nick, please," he moaned.
"Just a little more," Nick breathed in his ear, feeling his balls tighten as Cody's body opened for him, his finger finding Cody's prostate with every stroke. Cody grabbed Nick's arms and held tight, squeezing as another moan was ripped from him, arching back against the pillows. Nick thought he might come from that sight alone, or if not, from the pressure of Cody's hands, squeezing his arms in time with the movement of Nick's finger. He added a second finger and Cody gasped. He tensed his stomach, small cries with every stroke, riding Nick's fingers hard.
Nick straddled one of Cody's thighs and hoped he could hang on long enough to get his cock inside him. From Cody's urgent writhing, he knew they were both too close to last long.
Their eyes met and that was all it took for Nick. Sliding his fingers out, he grabbed the lube and greased his cock efficiently, biting back a moan. Cody, open, wanting--
"Nick, please. Come on, buddy." Cody reached for him, running his fingers across Nick's hip. "Need you."
Nick tossed the lube to one side and guided himself between Cody's legs. Leaning onto Cody's chest, his tip passed the tight ring of muscle, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt Cody pulling him in, deeper, arms around him, pulling him down onto his chest, a hand in his hair, mouth wet and insistent against his collarbone. He sank all the way in with a sigh, and opened his eyes to find Cody staring at him lazily, panting. "Cody..." he tried, and then his lover's mouth was on his, light and persuasive. He took a short, swift stroke and Cody's arms tightened, hips asking for more. Nick set a fast pace, short and hard, and Cody buried his head against Nick's neck, whimpering with need.
Nick dipped his head, nuzzling at Cody's ear. "Want you," he managed, "Oh god Cody, need you so bad." Cody, hot and tight around him, hands and mouth against his skin, hard against his hips.
He sped up his stroke and Cody reached up to brace himself against the headboard, fingers twining through the ornate woodwork. A long shuddering moan escaping his lips and Nick felt the fireworks start deep in his spine, building, burning inside him. He lifted his head to watch Cody and that was it. With a jagged cry, Nick plunged himself deep inside Cody, hard, unyielding, riding the wave of what he found in Cody's eyes. He registered Cody's own orgasm, hot and wet against his stomach, and thrust again, desperate to make it last for both of them.
Finally, Nick lay motionless on Cody's chest, trying to remember how to move his legs. Or not. He wasn't sure it mattered anymore.
Fingers danced on his back, and Nick smiled against his partner's skin. If he could live in this one moment for the rest of his life, he'd do it. He took a deep, shuddering breath, still nestled inside Cody, smelling the musk of them together, taking comfort from the heat of Cody's skin as his own sweat began to cool. He shivered, dislodging himself from Cody in the process, and Cody awkwardly pulled the sheet out from under them, covering them and only nearly knocking Nick off the bed once.
They resettled in Cody's bunk, Nick close against Cody's back, arm over Cody's chest, one leg between Cody's, lying between him and the world, exactly how Nick liked it. He stretched sinuously and, raising himself up on one elbow, looked down at his partner. Cody opened his eyes half-mast, drowsily asking a question.
"Giovanna was right," Nick said, kissing his partner's chin. "You do have nice eyes."
Cody smiled smugly and closed them.