Inside the Curl (Beach Boys, 1984)
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riptide_asylumTitle: Inside the Curl
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Cody have never needed words, not really. Not when they have so many other ways to talk.
Nick woke to the sound of a shrill scream and a splash. Pulse pounding, he jostled against Cody's spooned body, angling a hand behind him, down over the edge of the bunk, reaching for the handgun wedged into the seam between nightstand and floor for just such emergencies.
Then the pier outside erupted in giggles, and another scream and a splash. Nick sagged forward against Cody's shoulder with relief. False alarm.
Cody raised his head muzzily off Nick's arm, and Nick drew the all-clear sign on his partner's bare chest.False alarm, baby.
The two of them relaxed against each other, awake now, but not ready to get out of bed. Quick footsteps crossed the salon along with a soft whirring sound that ended in the grind of metal on metal. Nick winced. He and Cody lay tense against each other until they heard muttering, then the sounds of Murray's favorite Pacific Coast Highway album drifted through the boat. Only when their boatmate's footsteps recrossed the salon, ascending to the galley, did the two of them relax.
Cody slid a hand back to ghost over Nick's bare hip, the lightest of touches, but a message none the same. You awake, buddy?
Nick pulled Cody back against him more snugly and nipped him behind the jaw. For you? Always.
Cody pushed his hips back against Nick, sending desire thrumming through all Nick's nerves. Wanna? he asked.
Nick placed the softest of kissed on Cody's shoulder. Maybe.
Cody rolled his hips against Nick's own, sliding Nick's erect cock along his cleft. Liar.
Nick bit back a groan as Cody continued to move against him. He tightened his arms round Cody's chest, burying his face in Cody's soft blond hair, letting the feel and scent of his partner surround him. He let out a controlled breath against Cody's scalp, wishing for the umpteenth time that the bunks were a little bigger, but loving that they weren't.
Suddenly Cody stopped and twisted in Nick's arms til their eyes met. He grinned sleepily. Told ya. You wanna.
Nick smiled back. You got me. Now c'mere.
Nick moved his hand smoothly down Cody's stomach and ran his fingertips along the length of Cody's engorged cock, then took it firmly in hand, enjoying the heat, the feel of Cody. Nick released him briefly to spit in his palm, then set up a firm, regular rhythm, root to head, pulling gently at tip each time. Cody closed his eyes and lay back on Nick's arm, hips moving now to Nick's rhythm.
Nick watched Cody revel in the touch. Frowning slightly, lips barely parted, Cody gave only the quietest of gasps with every movement of Nick's hand. Before long, Nick was rocking his hips against Cody's ass, sliding his throbbing cock against Cody's ass. The stateroom was quickly warming with the day, and the close air was heavy with the smell of sex and sweat.
Cody drew in a longer, expectant breath, shoving his ass back hard against Nick, breaking the rhythm, swelling in Nick's hand. Nick took Cody's earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. Come for me, baby.
And with one hand fisting the sheet beneath him, the other braced against the wood-paneled wall, Cody did.
Nick held still and let Cody move against him, hearing Cody come through every clenched muscle, every jerky thrust, until finally his partner lay still, panting softly, eyes closed.
Nick kissed his way along Cody's shoulder and up his neck, taking his time. Good?
Cody let out a last shuddering breath and stared up at Nick with lazily appreciative eyes. The best, Nick. Every time.
Nick gave Cody's collarbone a quick wet swipe. Tell me about it. He nuzzled Cody's warm, sweatdamp skin, inhaling the scent of his partner, not wanting to move, to disturb their connection.
Cody twitched his shoulder against Nick's mouth, and Nick looked up at him. Hmm?
Cody looked down the length of the bunk meaningfully.
Nick shifted against Cody's ass. Despite the throb of need in his cock, Nick was reluctant to leave the moment, to turn away. He shrugged. I'll get to it.
Cody snorted softly and hitched a knee up to rest against the wall. He rolled forward slightly, giving his hips a little waggle. Wanna...?
Nick pushed himself up to kneel with one foot on the floor, eyeing Cody appreciatively. Oh yeah. God, yeah. He scrabbled in the nightstand for lube, and slicked his length efficiently. Sitting back on one hip, he ran his palm over the tight mound of one asscheek, savoring the feel of bunched muscle just under the skin's surface. Beautiful. He let his thumb trail into the fuzzed cleft, the skin softer there, but the muscle no less hard and firm.
Cody twitched a hip, and when Nick looked up, made an impatient motion with one hand.
Nick rolled his eyes, even though he knew he'd be paying for that later. As Cody narrowed his eyes, Nick repositioned himself on the bunk, leaning over his partner, hooking one hand under Cody's raised knee and bracing himself. The slick tip of his cock nosed at Cody's entrance, then found purchase; Nick worked it slowly, waiting for Cody to take him in.
Eyes on Nick, Cody rocked against Nick's crown, until it started to slide past the tight ring of muscle. Cody grasped at Nick's thigh, the pressure of his fingers cuing Nick when to move, and when to wait.
When he was flush against Cody's ass, Nick hung over Cody's body, overwhelmed by sensation. It was always perfect between them. A connection he'd never found with anyone else.
Cody took a deep breath and rocked against Nick, encouraging. Nick didn't need to be told twice. He set up a brisk rhythm of short fast strokes, staying deep. Being in Cody was incredible; not just the raw hot pleasure, but the look in Cody's eyes, the trust and need, the giving of this, the wanting. In no time at all, Nick collapsed, sinking his teeth into the hard muscle of Cody's shoulder to prevent a yell that would bring the whole marina running. Cody gave a muffled yip in response, and when Nick managed to open his eyes, he found his partner glaring.
Nick blinked a mute apology, panting softly. So good, baby. So good.
Cody's expression softened.
With a quiet smile, Nick moved up to nose at Cody's jaw. Love you, too. He curled up more comfortably along Cody's back, letting his cock slipped free, and waited until Cody's eyes closed before letting his own drift shut. For a few minutes, they lay peacefully in the warm, close stateroom, dozing together as the morning slid by.
Nick woke when Cody stretched gently, trying not to wake him. Nick opened his eyes. That never works.
Cody grinned, wide and pleased. I know.
Overhead, Pacific Coast Highway hit a bump in the road and began a permanent loop of the chorus:
You better be inside the curl
inside the curl
inside the curl
inside--
The two of them looked up at the ceiling. They waited.
A loud crash sounded from the salon and the music stopped. Murray's footsteps returned, and they heard him start fussing over the beloved orange robot.
Chuckling, Nick gave Cody one last kiss before untangling himself from the long, tanned limbs. "I think that's our cue, man."
Cody sighed. "Guess so." He continued to lie sprawled on the bunk as Nick pulled on his jeans from the day before.
Nick leaned back over him. "Come on," he kissed Cody again, light and teasing. "I'll even make breakfast." He snatched his polo shirt up off the nightstand.
Brightening, Cody slipped his legs over the side of the bunk and pushed himself up, sliding naked past Nick in the narrow space between the bunks. As he bent to retrieve his gray jeans from the end of his own bunk, Nick watched with appreciation, shirt hanging from one hand, forgotten.
As he tugged them on, Cody caught sight of his shoulder in the mirror hung on the closet door: a purple bruise was already forming just where Nick had bitten. Cody whirled, a protest already on his lips, but Nick pulled him into his arms, and over said protests, kissed his way down Cody's neck. "Won't kill you to wear a shirt today, baby."
"Look at this! What'm I supposed to do this weekend?" Cody wriggled in Nick's arms.
"Easy," Nick answered. "Get one the other side that matches." He grabbed Cody's ass with one hand and squeezed hard, earning a yelp that was only partly protest.
With a pleased smirk, Nick released Cody to deal with his wounded vanity, and headed out of their room and up the stairs, pulling his shirt on over his head as he went.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick and Cody have never needed words, not really. Not when they have so many other ways to talk.
Nick woke to the sound of a shrill scream and a splash. Pulse pounding, he jostled against Cody's spooned body, angling a hand behind him, down over the edge of the bunk, reaching for the handgun wedged into the seam between nightstand and floor for just such emergencies.
Then the pier outside erupted in giggles, and another scream and a splash. Nick sagged forward against Cody's shoulder with relief. False alarm.
Cody raised his head muzzily off Nick's arm, and Nick drew the all-clear sign on his partner's bare chest.False alarm, baby.
The two of them relaxed against each other, awake now, but not ready to get out of bed. Quick footsteps crossed the salon along with a soft whirring sound that ended in the grind of metal on metal. Nick winced. He and Cody lay tense against each other until they heard muttering, then the sounds of Murray's favorite Pacific Coast Highway album drifted through the boat. Only when their boatmate's footsteps recrossed the salon, ascending to the galley, did the two of them relax.
Cody slid a hand back to ghost over Nick's bare hip, the lightest of touches, but a message none the same. You awake, buddy?
Nick pulled Cody back against him more snugly and nipped him behind the jaw. For you? Always.
Cody pushed his hips back against Nick, sending desire thrumming through all Nick's nerves. Wanna? he asked.
Nick placed the softest of kissed on Cody's shoulder. Maybe.
Cody rolled his hips against Nick's own, sliding Nick's erect cock along his cleft. Liar.
Nick bit back a groan as Cody continued to move against him. He tightened his arms round Cody's chest, burying his face in Cody's soft blond hair, letting the feel and scent of his partner surround him. He let out a controlled breath against Cody's scalp, wishing for the umpteenth time that the bunks were a little bigger, but loving that they weren't.
Suddenly Cody stopped and twisted in Nick's arms til their eyes met. He grinned sleepily. Told ya. You wanna.
Nick smiled back. You got me. Now c'mere.
Nick moved his hand smoothly down Cody's stomach and ran his fingertips along the length of Cody's engorged cock, then took it firmly in hand, enjoying the heat, the feel of Cody. Nick released him briefly to spit in his palm, then set up a firm, regular rhythm, root to head, pulling gently at tip each time. Cody closed his eyes and lay back on Nick's arm, hips moving now to Nick's rhythm.
Nick watched Cody revel in the touch. Frowning slightly, lips barely parted, Cody gave only the quietest of gasps with every movement of Nick's hand. Before long, Nick was rocking his hips against Cody's ass, sliding his throbbing cock against Cody's ass. The stateroom was quickly warming with the day, and the close air was heavy with the smell of sex and sweat.
Cody drew in a longer, expectant breath, shoving his ass back hard against Nick, breaking the rhythm, swelling in Nick's hand. Nick took Cody's earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. Come for me, baby.
And with one hand fisting the sheet beneath him, the other braced against the wood-paneled wall, Cody did.
Nick held still and let Cody move against him, hearing Cody come through every clenched muscle, every jerky thrust, until finally his partner lay still, panting softly, eyes closed.
Nick kissed his way along Cody's shoulder and up his neck, taking his time. Good?
Cody let out a last shuddering breath and stared up at Nick with lazily appreciative eyes. The best, Nick. Every time.
Nick gave Cody's collarbone a quick wet swipe. Tell me about it. He nuzzled Cody's warm, sweatdamp skin, inhaling the scent of his partner, not wanting to move, to disturb their connection.
Cody twitched his shoulder against Nick's mouth, and Nick looked up at him. Hmm?
Cody looked down the length of the bunk meaningfully.
Nick shifted against Cody's ass. Despite the throb of need in his cock, Nick was reluctant to leave the moment, to turn away. He shrugged. I'll get to it.
Cody snorted softly and hitched a knee up to rest against the wall. He rolled forward slightly, giving his hips a little waggle. Wanna...?
Nick pushed himself up to kneel with one foot on the floor, eyeing Cody appreciatively. Oh yeah. God, yeah. He scrabbled in the nightstand for lube, and slicked his length efficiently. Sitting back on one hip, he ran his palm over the tight mound of one asscheek, savoring the feel of bunched muscle just under the skin's surface. Beautiful. He let his thumb trail into the fuzzed cleft, the skin softer there, but the muscle no less hard and firm.
Cody twitched a hip, and when Nick looked up, made an impatient motion with one hand.
Nick rolled his eyes, even though he knew he'd be paying for that later. As Cody narrowed his eyes, Nick repositioned himself on the bunk, leaning over his partner, hooking one hand under Cody's raised knee and bracing himself. The slick tip of his cock nosed at Cody's entrance, then found purchase; Nick worked it slowly, waiting for Cody to take him in.
Eyes on Nick, Cody rocked against Nick's crown, until it started to slide past the tight ring of muscle. Cody grasped at Nick's thigh, the pressure of his fingers cuing Nick when to move, and when to wait.
When he was flush against Cody's ass, Nick hung over Cody's body, overwhelmed by sensation. It was always perfect between them. A connection he'd never found with anyone else.
Cody took a deep breath and rocked against Nick, encouraging. Nick didn't need to be told twice. He set up a brisk rhythm of short fast strokes, staying deep. Being in Cody was incredible; not just the raw hot pleasure, but the look in Cody's eyes, the trust and need, the giving of this, the wanting. In no time at all, Nick collapsed, sinking his teeth into the hard muscle of Cody's shoulder to prevent a yell that would bring the whole marina running. Cody gave a muffled yip in response, and when Nick managed to open his eyes, he found his partner glaring.
Nick blinked a mute apology, panting softly. So good, baby. So good.
Cody's expression softened.
With a quiet smile, Nick moved up to nose at Cody's jaw. Love you, too. He curled up more comfortably along Cody's back, letting his cock slipped free, and waited until Cody's eyes closed before letting his own drift shut. For a few minutes, they lay peacefully in the warm, close stateroom, dozing together as the morning slid by.
Nick woke when Cody stretched gently, trying not to wake him. Nick opened his eyes. That never works.
Cody grinned, wide and pleased. I know.
Overhead, Pacific Coast Highway hit a bump in the road and began a permanent loop of the chorus:
You better be inside the curl
inside the curl
inside the curl
inside--
The two of them looked up at the ceiling. They waited.
A loud crash sounded from the salon and the music stopped. Murray's footsteps returned, and they heard him start fussing over the beloved orange robot.
Chuckling, Nick gave Cody one last kiss before untangling himself from the long, tanned limbs. "I think that's our cue, man."
Cody sighed. "Guess so." He continued to lie sprawled on the bunk as Nick pulled on his jeans from the day before.
Nick leaned back over him. "Come on," he kissed Cody again, light and teasing. "I'll even make breakfast." He snatched his polo shirt up off the nightstand.
Brightening, Cody slipped his legs over the side of the bunk and pushed himself up, sliding naked past Nick in the narrow space between the bunks. As he bent to retrieve his gray jeans from the end of his own bunk, Nick watched with appreciation, shirt hanging from one hand, forgotten.
As he tugged them on, Cody caught sight of his shoulder in the mirror hung on the closet door: a purple bruise was already forming just where Nick had bitten. Cody whirled, a protest already on his lips, but Nick pulled him into his arms, and over said protests, kissed his way down Cody's neck. "Won't kill you to wear a shirt today, baby."
"Look at this! What'm I supposed to do this weekend?" Cody wriggled in Nick's arms.
"Easy," Nick answered. "Get one the other side that matches." He grabbed Cody's ass with one hand and squeezed hard, earning a yelp that was only partly protest.
With a pleased smirk, Nick released Cody to deal with his wounded vanity, and headed out of their room and up the stairs, pulling his shirt on over his head as he went.
