"Connection" (Beach Boys, 1985)
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riptide_asylumTitle: Connection
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP.
Nick eased Cody back onto his lap, his cock sliding deeper into Cody's ass as they moved. Cody enveloped Nick nearly to the root and the contour of his back and ass fit snugly against Nick's chest and belly. Nick let his head fall forward into the cradle of Cody's neck and he breathed in deep. The sensation of Cody against him and around him, skin on skin, quaking cock buried in slick, gripping heat: it was like at this moment, the circuit of them was complete. This thing between them could stretch into infinity, but this, this moment was when everything clicked into place and Nick felt the electricity between them arc and fitz, enough to light all of King Harbor.
Nick slid his hands down to grasp the insides of Cody's thighs, urging them wider as he started to stroke. Slow, staying deep, Nick felt Cody gasp and writhe, desperate for release. Cody's fingers scrabbled for purchase on Nick's hips and Cody whimpered in frustration. Nick lifted his head and captured Cody's mouth, offering another point of connection. Cody quivered against Nick and Nick stopped, letting Cody regroup, being the rock Cody crashed against, over and over again. Nick pulled back and kissed Cody's shoulder, lips barely grazing the sweat-limned skin. Cody's head fell back against Nick's shoulder and he panted for breath, squeezing Nick's hips, fingers digging in hard. He was so close.
And Nick aimed to keep him that way.
As much as Cody craved release, Nick reveled in the connection and wanted to draw it out as long as possible. The heat of them was so much more intense when they were alone and reveling in each other's skin.
Nick shifted on the bunk, resettling his knees and he felt the change in angle through Cody's wanton bucking, the tense arch of his back, the clench of his tight ring. He stilled, gentling Cody with an open palm across that sweet, hard golden stomach, holding him close.
Cody panted hard and he moved one hand to the base of his cock. Nick grinned, his breath escaping through his nostrils in a rush.
When he felt Cody move against him, Nick drew a breath and prepared to take another stroke. He moved a hand to Cody's cock, their fingers overlapping like their lower legs, a tangle of bones and heated skin.
His hand over Cody's, Nick began to move again, short rolling thrusts that elicited soft rhythmic murmurs. Their skin slid against and over one another, the heat of them filling the close cabin. Nick wanted kisses; wanted their mouths to meet and play but Cody's was head back against Nick’s shoulder, nape-curls delicately wet with sweat. Nick felt Cody breathe, felt Cody writhe and tremble, hips tense, ass sweet and tight and hard. Nick gave, nuzzling the spot underneath one ear, Cody’s pulse fast and light under the delicate skin.
He pulled back and, moving his hands up along the Cody’s torso, let him go, to bend forward, braced on his elbows on the bunk. Sweat cooled on Nick’s chest and belly as he ran his palms along either side of Cody’s spine until they came to rest comfortably on each hip.
Then Nick reared back and started to fuck Cody in earnest.
Hard, fast and rough. Cody had asked, wordlessly, and Nick was powerless to say no.
He pounded Cody’s ass mercilessly, his balls grazing Cody’s tantalizingly at each off-rhythm moment. The soft glimpses of contact drove Nick mad; the whole thing made him dizzy with desire, with the need for release.
And Cody didn’t disappoint. After a few minutes he stiffened and froze, a startled gasp escaping his lips. Nick slowed his strokes, teasing Cody, drawing it out.
Cody arched, head thrown back. Nick heard his own name softer than a whisper, from the lips he loved. Then the hesitant pulse of Cody’s ass, squeezing him, giving him proof. Nick came hard and fast at that, loosing his seed deep in Cody, like laying claim to him, leaving a mark.
There was no feeling in the world like it. Even flying paled in comparison.
Cody collapsed onto the bunk and Nick, pulling free, followed suit, still craving the taste of Cody’s skin against his own.
The two of them lay together in the close, heated cabin. Cody handed back a rag from the nightstand and Nick cleaned them both off, ignoring Cody’s muffled wriggles.
Then Nick again made of himself a cove for Cody to anchor in, pulling Cody’s pliant hips back against his own, wrapping Cody in his arms and kissing the back of Cody’s neck.
Cody wriggled awkwardly, flipping around in the narrow bunk until their noses bumped. Shortly after, Nick felt the bristle of Cody’s mustache against his cheek, then upper lip.
Nick gave himself over to Cody’s kiss, the open-mouthed, earnest and happily fatigued love Cody proffered. Nick took it in spades, easing Cody’s way to rest with soft licks and nibbles.
Cody was asleep in under thirty seconds. Nick didn’t care. The weight of Cody against him, the sprawl of those satiated limbs was a balm for his soul. Them. The two of them. They’d renewed their connection and no matter what tomorrow brought, Nick remained confident that the circuit, even open, would remain unbroken.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP.
Nick eased Cody back onto his lap, his cock sliding deeper into Cody's ass as they moved. Cody enveloped Nick nearly to the root and the contour of his back and ass fit snugly against Nick's chest and belly. Nick let his head fall forward into the cradle of Cody's neck and he breathed in deep. The sensation of Cody against him and around him, skin on skin, quaking cock buried in slick, gripping heat: it was like at this moment, the circuit of them was complete. This thing between them could stretch into infinity, but this, this moment was when everything clicked into place and Nick felt the electricity between them arc and fitz, enough to light all of King Harbor.
Nick slid his hands down to grasp the insides of Cody's thighs, urging them wider as he started to stroke. Slow, staying deep, Nick felt Cody gasp and writhe, desperate for release. Cody's fingers scrabbled for purchase on Nick's hips and Cody whimpered in frustration. Nick lifted his head and captured Cody's mouth, offering another point of connection. Cody quivered against Nick and Nick stopped, letting Cody regroup, being the rock Cody crashed against, over and over again. Nick pulled back and kissed Cody's shoulder, lips barely grazing the sweat-limned skin. Cody's head fell back against Nick's shoulder and he panted for breath, squeezing Nick's hips, fingers digging in hard. He was so close.
And Nick aimed to keep him that way.
As much as Cody craved release, Nick reveled in the connection and wanted to draw it out as long as possible. The heat of them was so much more intense when they were alone and reveling in each other's skin.
Nick shifted on the bunk, resettling his knees and he felt the change in angle through Cody's wanton bucking, the tense arch of his back, the clench of his tight ring. He stilled, gentling Cody with an open palm across that sweet, hard golden stomach, holding him close.
Cody panted hard and he moved one hand to the base of his cock. Nick grinned, his breath escaping through his nostrils in a rush.
When he felt Cody move against him, Nick drew a breath and prepared to take another stroke. He moved a hand to Cody's cock, their fingers overlapping like their lower legs, a tangle of bones and heated skin.
His hand over Cody's, Nick began to move again, short rolling thrusts that elicited soft rhythmic murmurs. Their skin slid against and over one another, the heat of them filling the close cabin. Nick wanted kisses; wanted their mouths to meet and play but Cody's was head back against Nick’s shoulder, nape-curls delicately wet with sweat. Nick felt Cody breathe, felt Cody writhe and tremble, hips tense, ass sweet and tight and hard. Nick gave, nuzzling the spot underneath one ear, Cody’s pulse fast and light under the delicate skin.
He pulled back and, moving his hands up along the Cody’s torso, let him go, to bend forward, braced on his elbows on the bunk. Sweat cooled on Nick’s chest and belly as he ran his palms along either side of Cody’s spine until they came to rest comfortably on each hip.
Then Nick reared back and started to fuck Cody in earnest.
Hard, fast and rough. Cody had asked, wordlessly, and Nick was powerless to say no.
He pounded Cody’s ass mercilessly, his balls grazing Cody’s tantalizingly at each off-rhythm moment. The soft glimpses of contact drove Nick mad; the whole thing made him dizzy with desire, with the need for release.
And Cody didn’t disappoint. After a few minutes he stiffened and froze, a startled gasp escaping his lips. Nick slowed his strokes, teasing Cody, drawing it out.
Cody arched, head thrown back. Nick heard his own name softer than a whisper, from the lips he loved. Then the hesitant pulse of Cody’s ass, squeezing him, giving him proof. Nick came hard and fast at that, loosing his seed deep in Cody, like laying claim to him, leaving a mark.
There was no feeling in the world like it. Even flying paled in comparison.
Cody collapsed onto the bunk and Nick, pulling free, followed suit, still craving the taste of Cody’s skin against his own.
The two of them lay together in the close, heated cabin. Cody handed back a rag from the nightstand and Nick cleaned them both off, ignoring Cody’s muffled wriggles.
Then Nick again made of himself a cove for Cody to anchor in, pulling Cody’s pliant hips back against his own, wrapping Cody in his arms and kissing the back of Cody’s neck.
Cody wriggled awkwardly, flipping around in the narrow bunk until their noses bumped. Shortly after, Nick felt the bristle of Cody’s mustache against his cheek, then upper lip.
Nick gave himself over to Cody’s kiss, the open-mouthed, earnest and happily fatigued love Cody proffered. Nick took it in spades, easing Cody’s way to rest with soft licks and nibbles.
Cody was asleep in under thirty seconds. Nick didn’t care. The weight of Cody against him, the sprawl of those satiated limbs was a balm for his soul. Them. The two of them. They’d renewed their connection and no matter what tomorrow brought, Nick remained confident that the circuit, even open, would remain unbroken.
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Date: 2012-01-13 10:35 pm (UTC)