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riptide_asylum) wrote2008-07-28 07:40 am
riptide_asylum) wrote2008-07-28 07:40 am
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"The Bathrobe" (Beach Boys, 1984)
Title: The Bathrobe
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What is it about that old orange robe? Is it the softness? The fact that it barely covers Cody's ass? Or the handy tie round the middle?
"You know, Nick, I don't think you're taking this case very seriously." Cody emerges from the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his hair, wearing only his old orange bathrobe. Nick looks up to rebut Cody's statement and becomes momentarily distracted. He inhales sharply and grips his book a little tighter.
"I mean, Mrs. Cray's really upset about this guy her daughter's dating. She's upset enough to hire us to check into him, we need to take her seriously." Cody sits down on the other bunk. Nick remembers thinking of a very good argument against interfering in Mrs. Cray's daughter's lovelife, but right now all he can do is look at Cody's wet thighs, sticking out the bottom of his mangy old robe.
"Are you even listening?" Cody throws the towel down in frustration.
"Nope," Nick answers, tossing the book after the towel. He gets up off the bunk and steps over to Cody with a grin. He puts his hands on Cody's shoulders, the threadbare robe flattening under his fingers. "Since when have you become so concerned with Mrs. Cray's daughter, hm? Cody, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you had a thing for this girl." Nick's still grinning as he pushes Cody back onto his bunk, climbing onto it after him.
Cody holds up his hands, letting Nick push him down onto the bed. "I just want to do the right thing by them."
Nick rests on his knees, hands on hips, looking down at his partner with a wicked grin. "I'll just bet you do." Cody's grin widens and Nick pulls at one end of the bathrobe tie. The robe falls open and Nick appreciates Cody's hard, slick body, still dripping from the shower.
Nick looks up to find Cody staring at him with a bemused expression. "What is it with you and this bathrobe?" Cody asks. "Do you know how old it is?"
"Don't care right now, babe," Nick answers, lowering himself along the length of his partner. He pushes the terrycloth back and licks at bulky shoulder muscles, savoring the wetness, clean shower droplets with just a hint of sweat. Cody groans and bucks, then breaks off abruptly with a quiet, disturbed grunt. Nick looks up questioningly.
"The jeans," Cody explains.
Nick nods knowingly and pushes himself up off the bunk. Cody stretches out, relaxing in the heat of the evening, the bathrobe only halfway on, spread beneath him on the sheets. Nick watches Cody closely as he pulls off his red polo and unbuttons his jeans. It's a bit of a struggle to get out of them, but he likes to watch Cody watching him, so the extra few seconds isn't a hardship. Quite the opposite in fact. Nick steps out of his jeans and watches Cody stir, breathing deeply, focused. Nick climbs back onto Cody's bunk and leans forward on strong arms, nipping at Cody's neck and chest but resisting all his partner's attempts to pull him down onto the bed. "Not just yet," Nick pants.
Cody raises himself up on his elbows, asking questions with his eyes.
Nick tugs at the robe's waist-tie, and Cody lifts his hips obligingly. The tie slides free and Nick stretches it taut between his fists, still kneeling between Cody's wet thighs. "Trust me, babe?" he asks. Cody nods, his expression curious.
Nick leans forward and kisses Cody deeply, enjoying Cody's fierce response, trapped as he is under him. Nick keeps kissing his partner even as he reaches down and captures first one hand then the other, securing them above Cody's head with the strip of terrycloth. Cody smirks, raising one thigh, rubbing it slowly against Nick's hip.
"Yeah?" Nick asks.
Cody nods, staying quiet.
Nick grasps the base of his cock with a grunt, determined to enjoy this as much as he can, watching Cody, stretched out beneath him, trusting and wanting and...restrained, his arms secured to the lamp above the bunk, hard wet body glistening in the low light. Nick groans despite himself and kisses frantically at his partner's nipples, his shoulders, his chest. Cody writhes helplessly, gasping. Nick cannot get past the feel of Cody's wet skin, slick and moist and--
"No, Nick, stop," Cody manages.
Nick has never untied anything so quickly in his life. Under other circumstances, he thinks, his basic training instructors would be proud. He sits back on his heels, evaluating Cody's panic.
Cody looks puzzled. "Why'd you stop?"
"You asked me to," Nick pants.
"I didn't mean it," Cody responds. Nick rolls his eyes and lies down next to Cody who, contrary to his previous statement, is quickly removing the tie from his wrists.
Nick's trying to ignore his erection and figure out what just happened. Frankly, there have been easier assignments. Finally he reaches for Cody.
Who promptly flips him onto his back, pinning him with his hands above his head.
Nick glares up at Cody's pleased smirk.
He squirms, trying to free his legs for some leverage, but Cody's determined and straddling him very effectively. He wraps both Nick's wrists in the bathrobe tie and attaches them to the lamp, looking down with a satisfied grin when he's done.
"S'good," Nick says finally.
Cody chuckles and leans forward, wet lips running along the underside of Nick's tensed arms. Nick closes his eyes, giving himself over to the sensation of Cody's tongue. He's in agony, wanting Cody against and around his cock, right now, but Cody's nipping at his chest and neck, his thighs and groin damp against Nick's stomach. Nick moans, his mind consumed with thoughts of Cody's hard body and all the things he so desperately wants to do to it.
Cody stops and looks down at Nick, then grins. "I think we're both really going to enjoy this," he says. Taking the lube out of a drawer in the nightstand, he slides down between Nick's legs. Cody watches the whole time, gaugeing Nick's response as he moves. The combination of Cody's slick finger, his mouth on Nick's thighs, his other hand roaming, grasping, stroking, and Nick is crying out, groaning and inarticulate and very, very loud.
Cody raises his head for a second, laughing. "Nick, you do realize we have neighbors, right? And not just them, but a housemate too?"
Nick considers this for a minute, panting. "Boatmate."
Cody chuckles. "Well, I suppose he's of age and with all the noise you make, I think he's probably guessed by now."
"You complaining?"
"Nope," Cody says. He bites one of Nick's spread thighs, eliciting a sharp moan. "I'm just scared he'll want to join in."
Nick lets his head fall back, eyes closed. Cody resumes his activities, adding a second finger to the first, moving gently inside him, finding his pleasure point, backing away, returning with more vigor.
It's driving Nick insane that he can't reach for Cody. To tangle his fingers in his partner's hair, or grab hold of the strong muscles in his shoulders and hang on for dear life. As it is, just looking at Cody, naked and glistening, one hand buried between Nick's legs, the other wrapped around the base of Nick's cock and he loses it, arching his back; Nick's entire body tenses as he yells.
There's an ominous crack from the light fixture and the two of them freeze.
Cody slides his fingers out and shakes his head, panting. He reaches up to untie Nick's arms. "Trust you to decide to wreck the joint," he says.
Nick laughs. "Like I could help myself, with what you were doing to me." He stretches his shoulders ruefully.
Cody lays down on top of him, all arms and legs now rather than tongue and hands. Nick can't decide which he prefers. "Talk to me," he whispers.
Cody responds with a kiss, sweet and searching, and Nick is glad to have arms free to wrap tightly around his partner, pulling the two of them together. Their bodies align, and Nick kisses Cody with renewed vigor, feeling Cody's response all along his spine. This time when Cody enters him he's able to touch, hands roaming over his partner's body, pulling him close when he wants to be kissed, when he wants to stare into Cody's eyes as he comes, pleasure washing through both of them, through the connection between them.
He reaches for his partner, tangling his fingers in his hair, and holding Cody as though he'd never let go.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What is it about that old orange robe? Is it the softness? The fact that it barely covers Cody's ass? Or the handy tie round the middle?
"You know, Nick, I don't think you're taking this case very seriously." Cody emerges from the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his hair, wearing only his old orange bathrobe. Nick looks up to rebut Cody's statement and becomes momentarily distracted. He inhales sharply and grips his book a little tighter.
"I mean, Mrs. Cray's really upset about this guy her daughter's dating. She's upset enough to hire us to check into him, we need to take her seriously." Cody sits down on the other bunk. Nick remembers thinking of a very good argument against interfering in Mrs. Cray's daughter's lovelife, but right now all he can do is look at Cody's wet thighs, sticking out the bottom of his mangy old robe.
"Are you even listening?" Cody throws the towel down in frustration.
"Nope," Nick answers, tossing the book after the towel. He gets up off the bunk and steps over to Cody with a grin. He puts his hands on Cody's shoulders, the threadbare robe flattening under his fingers. "Since when have you become so concerned with Mrs. Cray's daughter, hm? Cody, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you had a thing for this girl." Nick's still grinning as he pushes Cody back onto his bunk, climbing onto it after him.
Cody holds up his hands, letting Nick push him down onto the bed. "I just want to do the right thing by them."
Nick rests on his knees, hands on hips, looking down at his partner with a wicked grin. "I'll just bet you do." Cody's grin widens and Nick pulls at one end of the bathrobe tie. The robe falls open and Nick appreciates Cody's hard, slick body, still dripping from the shower.
Nick looks up to find Cody staring at him with a bemused expression. "What is it with you and this bathrobe?" Cody asks. "Do you know how old it is?"
"Don't care right now, babe," Nick answers, lowering himself along the length of his partner. He pushes the terrycloth back and licks at bulky shoulder muscles, savoring the wetness, clean shower droplets with just a hint of sweat. Cody groans and bucks, then breaks off abruptly with a quiet, disturbed grunt. Nick looks up questioningly.
"The jeans," Cody explains.
Nick nods knowingly and pushes himself up off the bunk. Cody stretches out, relaxing in the heat of the evening, the bathrobe only halfway on, spread beneath him on the sheets. Nick watches Cody closely as he pulls off his red polo and unbuttons his jeans. It's a bit of a struggle to get out of them, but he likes to watch Cody watching him, so the extra few seconds isn't a hardship. Quite the opposite in fact. Nick steps out of his jeans and watches Cody stir, breathing deeply, focused. Nick climbs back onto Cody's bunk and leans forward on strong arms, nipping at Cody's neck and chest but resisting all his partner's attempts to pull him down onto the bed. "Not just yet," Nick pants.
Cody raises himself up on his elbows, asking questions with his eyes.
Nick tugs at the robe's waist-tie, and Cody lifts his hips obligingly. The tie slides free and Nick stretches it taut between his fists, still kneeling between Cody's wet thighs. "Trust me, babe?" he asks. Cody nods, his expression curious.
Nick leans forward and kisses Cody deeply, enjoying Cody's fierce response, trapped as he is under him. Nick keeps kissing his partner even as he reaches down and captures first one hand then the other, securing them above Cody's head with the strip of terrycloth. Cody smirks, raising one thigh, rubbing it slowly against Nick's hip.
"Yeah?" Nick asks.
Cody nods, staying quiet.
Nick grasps the base of his cock with a grunt, determined to enjoy this as much as he can, watching Cody, stretched out beneath him, trusting and wanting and...restrained, his arms secured to the lamp above the bunk, hard wet body glistening in the low light. Nick groans despite himself and kisses frantically at his partner's nipples, his shoulders, his chest. Cody writhes helplessly, gasping. Nick cannot get past the feel of Cody's wet skin, slick and moist and--
"No, Nick, stop," Cody manages.
Nick has never untied anything so quickly in his life. Under other circumstances, he thinks, his basic training instructors would be proud. He sits back on his heels, evaluating Cody's panic.
Cody looks puzzled. "Why'd you stop?"
"You asked me to," Nick pants.
"I didn't mean it," Cody responds. Nick rolls his eyes and lies down next to Cody who, contrary to his previous statement, is quickly removing the tie from his wrists.
Nick's trying to ignore his erection and figure out what just happened. Frankly, there have been easier assignments. Finally he reaches for Cody.
Who promptly flips him onto his back, pinning him with his hands above his head.
Nick glares up at Cody's pleased smirk.
He squirms, trying to free his legs for some leverage, but Cody's determined and straddling him very effectively. He wraps both Nick's wrists in the bathrobe tie and attaches them to the lamp, looking down with a satisfied grin when he's done.
"S'good," Nick says finally.
Cody chuckles and leans forward, wet lips running along the underside of Nick's tensed arms. Nick closes his eyes, giving himself over to the sensation of Cody's tongue. He's in agony, wanting Cody against and around his cock, right now, but Cody's nipping at his chest and neck, his thighs and groin damp against Nick's stomach. Nick moans, his mind consumed with thoughts of Cody's hard body and all the things he so desperately wants to do to it.
Cody stops and looks down at Nick, then grins. "I think we're both really going to enjoy this," he says. Taking the lube out of a drawer in the nightstand, he slides down between Nick's legs. Cody watches the whole time, gaugeing Nick's response as he moves. The combination of Cody's slick finger, his mouth on Nick's thighs, his other hand roaming, grasping, stroking, and Nick is crying out, groaning and inarticulate and very, very loud.
Cody raises his head for a second, laughing. "Nick, you do realize we have neighbors, right? And not just them, but a housemate too?"
Nick considers this for a minute, panting. "Boatmate."
Cody chuckles. "Well, I suppose he's of age and with all the noise you make, I think he's probably guessed by now."
"You complaining?"
"Nope," Cody says. He bites one of Nick's spread thighs, eliciting a sharp moan. "I'm just scared he'll want to join in."
Nick lets his head fall back, eyes closed. Cody resumes his activities, adding a second finger to the first, moving gently inside him, finding his pleasure point, backing away, returning with more vigor.
It's driving Nick insane that he can't reach for Cody. To tangle his fingers in his partner's hair, or grab hold of the strong muscles in his shoulders and hang on for dear life. As it is, just looking at Cody, naked and glistening, one hand buried between Nick's legs, the other wrapped around the base of Nick's cock and he loses it, arching his back; Nick's entire body tenses as he yells.
There's an ominous crack from the light fixture and the two of them freeze.
Cody slides his fingers out and shakes his head, panting. He reaches up to untie Nick's arms. "Trust you to decide to wreck the joint," he says.
Nick laughs. "Like I could help myself, with what you were doing to me." He stretches his shoulders ruefully.
Cody lays down on top of him, all arms and legs now rather than tongue and hands. Nick can't decide which he prefers. "Talk to me," he whispers.
Cody responds with a kiss, sweet and searching, and Nick is glad to have arms free to wrap tightly around his partner, pulling the two of them together. Their bodies align, and Nick kisses Cody with renewed vigor, feeling Cody's response all along his spine. This time when Cody enters him he's able to touch, hands roaming over his partner's body, pulling him close when he wants to be kissed, when he wants to stare into Cody's eyes as he comes, pleasure washing through both of them, through the connection between them.
He reaches for his partner, tangling his fingers in his hair, and holding Cody as though he'd never let go.