"Give and Take" (Fear of Falling, 1987)
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riptide_asylumTitle: Give and Take
Rating: NC17
Summary: After lights out, in the stateroom...
Right now, Nick's buried deep inside Cody, thrusting gently, but Cody's the one doing all the taking.
He´s facedown, gasping and clawing at the bedsheets, ass high in the air and Nick just holds on, steady and sure. The slower he strokes, the needier Cody gets, and Nick loves giving Cody this. Loves fucking him to distraction and incoherent sobbing moans. Loves talking him through it, giving whispered voice to everything he wants to say every minute of the day, everything he saves up for this moment. Loves being inside Cody, sliding into that tight and perfect grip even as Cody's wriggling and bucking in Nick's arms.
Cody's trying to shape his name and failing, a soft plea for more, and he pushes his hips hard against Nick.
Nick obliges, sitting back on his heels, sliding his hands down to brace against Cody's hips, nudging Cody's thighs wider with one knee. He aches for release, can feel the pleasure coiled in his groin, demanding exit, but he's not quite ready.
And besides, he doesn't wanna go first.
Cody's head drops forward onto the bunk and the muscles in his shoulders and arms, limned with sweat and shadow, tense as he leans back against Nick, fucking them both fast and hard, Nick's hand light on his hips, guidng him. The force of Cody's need, the harsh grunts turned to soft cries, nearly sends him reeling. Cody's passage tightens around Nick's member, squeezing rhythmically. Cody says his name in a long, drawn-out groan and Nick's gone, crying out and falling onto Cody, falling into him.
Nick rides the waves of pleasure against Cody's skin, and he doesn't remember putting his arms back around Cody's body, holding him tight, but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters right now except the two of them, together alone in the dark.
Nick lets his head drop forward onto the back of Cody's neck. After a few seconds more, he remembers to breathe, and presses his lips against Cody's skin.
The two of them settle onto the bunk, Nick sliding free reluctantly, and it only takes a few tries to find a comfortable way for two grown men to occupy enough space for one. Luckily, they've been practicing, and as far as Nick's concerned anyway, he'll never get close enough to Cody. Never.
This is why Nick always winds up flush against the stateroom wall with a rivet digging into his back, but the look in Cody's eyes is worth it. The way Cody burrows against him, rubbing his face against Nick's shoulder with something suspiciously like a purr, feels impossibly, incredibly better than what's come before.
Doesn't stop Nick from pulling Cody closer, tightening his arms around the guy until Cody squeaks a mild protest and nips playfully at Nick's bare shoulder. Nick laughs softly, eliciting a smile from Cody. And a kiss. Then another one.
The boards above them groan, and soft footsteps cross the salon, making them both look up. A few more soft thumps and a muffled clink, and Nick meets Cody's eyes, answering the question there with a shrug and a gentle shake of his head. Murray's footsteps recede as he returns to his stateroom and they both exhale softly. Nick suspects no matter how quiet they are, Murray's probably heard something, and let's face it, the guy's no dummy. It's a safe bet he either knows or suspects what's going on, despite all Cody's protests.
Nick groans softly, and Cody's eyelids flutter sleepily open. Nick draws "all-clear" on Cody's shoulder and punctuates it with a kiss to the forehead.
Just before Nick falls asleep, Cody asks a question against his jaw and Nick smiles the answer, one thumb playing lazily with Cody's damp, plumped nipple. Cody skates a hand over one of Nick's buttocks, fingertips following the cleft of him, and Nick knows without a doubt, he's gotten it right.
Rating: NC17
Summary: After lights out, in the stateroom...
Right now, Nick's buried deep inside Cody, thrusting gently, but Cody's the one doing all the taking.
He´s facedown, gasping and clawing at the bedsheets, ass high in the air and Nick just holds on, steady and sure. The slower he strokes, the needier Cody gets, and Nick loves giving Cody this. Loves fucking him to distraction and incoherent sobbing moans. Loves talking him through it, giving whispered voice to everything he wants to say every minute of the day, everything he saves up for this moment. Loves being inside Cody, sliding into that tight and perfect grip even as Cody's wriggling and bucking in Nick's arms.
Cody's trying to shape his name and failing, a soft plea for more, and he pushes his hips hard against Nick.
Nick obliges, sitting back on his heels, sliding his hands down to brace against Cody's hips, nudging Cody's thighs wider with one knee. He aches for release, can feel the pleasure coiled in his groin, demanding exit, but he's not quite ready.
And besides, he doesn't wanna go first.
Cody's head drops forward onto the bunk and the muscles in his shoulders and arms, limned with sweat and shadow, tense as he leans back against Nick, fucking them both fast and hard, Nick's hand light on his hips, guidng him. The force of Cody's need, the harsh grunts turned to soft cries, nearly sends him reeling. Cody's passage tightens around Nick's member, squeezing rhythmically. Cody says his name in a long, drawn-out groan and Nick's gone, crying out and falling onto Cody, falling into him.
Nick rides the waves of pleasure against Cody's skin, and he doesn't remember putting his arms back around Cody's body, holding him tight, but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters right now except the two of them, together alone in the dark.
Nick lets his head drop forward onto the back of Cody's neck. After a few seconds more, he remembers to breathe, and presses his lips against Cody's skin.
The two of them settle onto the bunk, Nick sliding free reluctantly, and it only takes a few tries to find a comfortable way for two grown men to occupy enough space for one. Luckily, they've been practicing, and as far as Nick's concerned anyway, he'll never get close enough to Cody. Never.
This is why Nick always winds up flush against the stateroom wall with a rivet digging into his back, but the look in Cody's eyes is worth it. The way Cody burrows against him, rubbing his face against Nick's shoulder with something suspiciously like a purr, feels impossibly, incredibly better than what's come before.
Doesn't stop Nick from pulling Cody closer, tightening his arms around the guy until Cody squeaks a mild protest and nips playfully at Nick's bare shoulder. Nick laughs softly, eliciting a smile from Cody. And a kiss. Then another one.
The boards above them groan, and soft footsteps cross the salon, making them both look up. A few more soft thumps and a muffled clink, and Nick meets Cody's eyes, answering the question there with a shrug and a gentle shake of his head. Murray's footsteps recede as he returns to his stateroom and they both exhale softly. Nick suspects no matter how quiet they are, Murray's probably heard something, and let's face it, the guy's no dummy. It's a safe bet he either knows or suspects what's going on, despite all Cody's protests.
Nick groans softly, and Cody's eyelids flutter sleepily open. Nick draws "all-clear" on Cody's shoulder and punctuates it with a kiss to the forehead.
Just before Nick falls asleep, Cody asks a question against his jaw and Nick smiles the answer, one thumb playing lazily with Cody's damp, plumped nipple. Cody skates a hand over one of Nick's buttocks, fingertips following the cleft of him, and Nick knows without a doubt, he's gotten it right.
