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riptide_asylum) wrote2009-11-08 09:13 pm
riptide_asylum) wrote2009-11-08 09:13 pm
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"Cody's White Shorts" (Beach Boys, 1985)
Title: The Short But Slightly Violent Death of Cody's White Corduroy Shorts
Rating: R
Summary: PWP, with a wardrobe fetish.
Nick's been waiting for this all day. All day watching Cody strut around the boat in those tiny corduroy shorts, bending and stretching, crossing his long tan legs for Tammy's amusement. Nick caught Cody's eye a time or two, the glint in Cody's ocean-blue eyes letting Nick know Cody knows he's watching. Wants it.
By about five o'clock, Nick thought he might scream or chew through glass...which was right when Mama Jo arrived with a request from the Pier56 Merchants Association about repaving the concrete between the slips and...Nick had to excuse himself, taking his throbbing erection back to the boat, down to the galley to sip coffee and think of all the things he was planning on doing to Cody after the sun went down.
Somehow, Murray can tell, Nick thinks, because he hightailed it off the boat hard on Mama Jo's heels, and as soon as Cody jogged down the steps, calling Nick's name, wondering, needing, Nick was on him.
Tomorrow morning, Nick thinks, they can find the button to those shorts. It landed somewhere in the salon judging by the sound, but anyway, there's not a lot of shorts left now. Strangely, Cody's not doing much complaining.
Ducking his head, Nick licks a long swipe up the inside of Cody's thigh, golden hair whorling under his tongue, tendons straining as Cody arches against the bunk with a low moan. Yes, Nick thinks, delving into the cleft between hard thigh and soft, musky balls, that's the noise I've been wanting to make all day. Flicking his tongue in the velvet-soft join between thigh and torso, Cody panting at him, leaking cock brushing Nick's cheek, smearing pre-cum across Nick's jaw. Nick growls and sucks one fragile ball into his mouth. Savoring.
Cody's hips come off the bunk, knees over Nick's shoulders as Nick sucks the lightly furred skin, tasting. As Cody clamps his thighs over Nick's ears, Nick giggles, knowing how it feels when Cody does it to him.
No one's gonna miss those shorts.
Rating: R
Summary: PWP, with a wardrobe fetish.
Nick's been waiting for this all day. All day watching Cody strut around the boat in those tiny corduroy shorts, bending and stretching, crossing his long tan legs for Tammy's amusement. Nick caught Cody's eye a time or two, the glint in Cody's ocean-blue eyes letting Nick know Cody knows he's watching. Wants it.
By about five o'clock, Nick thought he might scream or chew through glass...which was right when Mama Jo arrived with a request from the Pier56 Merchants Association about repaving the concrete between the slips and...Nick had to excuse himself, taking his throbbing erection back to the boat, down to the galley to sip coffee and think of all the things he was planning on doing to Cody after the sun went down.
Somehow, Murray can tell, Nick thinks, because he hightailed it off the boat hard on Mama Jo's heels, and as soon as Cody jogged down the steps, calling Nick's name, wondering, needing, Nick was on him.
Tomorrow morning, Nick thinks, they can find the button to those shorts. It landed somewhere in the salon judging by the sound, but anyway, there's not a lot of shorts left now. Strangely, Cody's not doing much complaining.
Ducking his head, Nick licks a long swipe up the inside of Cody's thigh, golden hair whorling under his tongue, tendons straining as Cody arches against the bunk with a low moan. Yes, Nick thinks, delving into the cleft between hard thigh and soft, musky balls, that's the noise I've been wanting to make all day. Flicking his tongue in the velvet-soft join between thigh and torso, Cody panting at him, leaking cock brushing Nick's cheek, smearing pre-cum across Nick's jaw. Nick growls and sucks one fragile ball into his mouth. Savoring.
Cody's hips come off the bunk, knees over Nick's shoulders as Nick sucks the lightly furred skin, tasting. As Cody clamps his thighs over Nick's ears, Nick giggles, knowing how it feels when Cody does it to him.
No one's gonna miss those shorts.