#Cody needs to be allowed to think and Jean lets him think

[elene78-blog]

What do you think if someone knocks on the door of Cat, Laila, and Jean's new apartment, and Jeremy opens it, very surprised because it's late, and Cody stands there looking gloomy?

And then Cody fakes a smile and says,

"Hi, Captain. Sorry to interrupt. Hey… is Jean in?" Jean, of course, comes out from behind Jeremy, and the two look into each other's eyes without much communication. "Maybe you were right," Cody says.

No one understands, but Jean says,

"We were going to have dinner. We have food for more people. Come on," and Jean invites Cody in.

Jeremy, Cat, and Laila are very happy that Cody came there, although they don't understand what's going on. Whatever it is, only Jean seems to know, and Cody only came there to be with Jean.

When they finish dinner, Jean and Cody go out onto the porch and talk for a long time. Jean says Cody is staying over. They still don't know what's going on, but Jeremy can't take his eyes off this Jean who comforts Cody and has become someone else's confidant.

Jeremy can't stop smiling in admiration.

[teamchasezwrites]

Cuffed

Word Count: 7,674

Characters: Roman Reigns/Cody Rhodes, Jey Uso (minor), Sami Zayn (minor)

Genre: Smut

Tags: Handcuffs, Light BDSM, Super Light Dom/Sub, Light Daddy Kink, Blow jobs, Hand jobs, Oral Sex, Light Spanking, Dirty Talk

Summary: Roman went to Cody's bus as a favor to Jey. He didn't expect to find Cody laid out before him like a dream with his hands cuffed to the wall completely at his mercy.

Author's Note: Shout out to A03 author Katiebird19. She uses Baby Boy in her Roman/Cody fics and I can't get it out of my head. So I lifed it to use here. This story went off the rails toward the end. I was stuck in a continuous loop of wanting to end it and keeping it going. I wanted this to be more Dominant Roman (soft after), but alas. If anyone wants to take this idea and give me that version, I'm all eyes! Enjoy!

‘He’s not coming back.’

Cody pressed his head into the pillow laying beneath him. He stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom in his bus. The pocket lights above his head dimmed to set the mood. The only light in the room – in the entire bus.

He cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes trailing up his left arm. The corded muscles. The vein running down the inside of his bicep. The veins running down his forearm to his wrist. Wrist encased in a silver handcuff. The skin beneath the metal tinged red from earlier movements.

He followed the ring of the handcuff and the accompanying chain where the other half was attached to a tiny hidden enclosed ring hook. The hook sat low on the wall easily hidden by his bed pillows. Not that he had a lot of guests in and out of his bedroom who would ask questions.

Aside from Jey using the shower once, no one had been in his bedroom. Unless invited.

Like Cameron.

The man who apparently decided to tie him up then make a run for it.

Fuck.

He pulled on his wrists (the right just as bound as the left). The metal pressed into his skin. His hands fisted, his muscles bulging as he used his strength to try to rip the hook from the wall. No matter how hard he yanked, he still stayed attached.

Because he made sure the hooks were reenforced.

So he couldn’t rip them from his wall when he was in the throes of intense orgasms.

Now he was regretting that decision.

His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat from the exertion he emitted from his struggle with the handcuffs.

He stared across the room. The huge flat screen TV hung on the wall. It’s screen black. He had something else on his mind for entertainment that night. Below the TV his dresser. Stuffed full of socks, underwear, undershirts, shirts, gym shorts, and sweatpants. His suits and jeans hung in the small closets on either side.

What he was interested in, was the tiny silver key sitting right in the middle of the dresser. Right there on top.

Mocking him.

With his eyes locked on the key, Cody started to shimmy down the bed. He dug his heels into the mattress and shifted his hips down. His body barely moved a couple of inches before his shoulders were screaming at the strained position. He quickly scooted back up relieving the pressure.

Cody sighed. Then roared as he started thrashing around, twisting and yanking at the handcuffs around his wrists. His body jerking uncontrollably. He was sure if anyone saw him he probably resembled a child throwing a tantrum.

Maybe he was.

His body stilled and he stared at the ceiling his chest heaving from the struggle. He was fucked.

And not how he wanted to to be.

He was such a stupid idiot. He knew better than to pick up a stranger. Even when he desperately needed relief, he sure as hell knew better than to allow himself to get in his current position with someone he didn’t know and trust.

But Randy had been gone for months and he was desperate.

He just needed relief. He needed to be at the mercy of someone else. To not be the one in control. To let go and feel.

‘Fucking think Cody,’ he screamed. Nothing came to mind. Cameron was long gone by now. Not coming back. He sent his driver away from the night. Set him up in a hotel room so he could have the privacy. By now the arena was more than likely cleared out by everyone other than the crew members tearing down the equipment and loading it up in the trucks.

Wrestlers long gone. Some back at the hotel to sleep before catching flights tomorrow. Others already stuffed in vehicles heading down the interstate for the upcoming house show. Which is where he needed to be but he let his dick do the thinking.

His dick assured him he had plenty of time to fuck all night and be on the road tomorrow and still get in town with plenty of time before the show started.

That was still true. By the time his driver came back in the morning, he could unhook him and they could get moving.

Except he’d have to fire his driver.

No way could he ever look him in the eyes again.

He groaned and pressed his head into his pillow.

He needed to call someone for help.

Randy was out. He was home in Florida recovering from yet another injury. Cody didn’t want to think about the fact his best friend was getting injured more and more and the returns taking longer and longer.

He could call Jey and Sami, but he wasn’t sure he could endure the teasing he’d receive from them. It was bound to be brutal.

Bayley held merit but he couldn’t put the woman in that position. He also would never be able to look her in the eye again either let alone talk to her.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Siri,” he called out loud and somewhere in the room he heard the ding of his phone as Siri activated. “Call…” he paused and sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Jey.”

“Heeeey yooo! What up Uce!”

“Are you drunk?” Cody could hear the chatter in the background and the music. Even the clattering of glasses.

“I may had a li-libation or two…”

Cody groaned. The slurring in Jey’s words informed him it was more than a drink or two. And if Jey was out drinking then… “Who are you with?”

“E’rebody Uce! ‘Cept you…”

Cody listened, his aggravation growing as Jey’s attention was drawn elsewhere. “Jey!”

“Sorry Uce. You comin’?”

“Can’t make it. I’m a little…tied up at the moment.” Cody hid a snort. That was putting it mildly.

“Aye, get untied Uce!”

“I’m trying,” Cody muttered. “Is Sami there?”

“Say hi to Cody man!”

Cody heard a chorus of ‘heys’. Sami definitely one and, with his heart sinking, Bayley.

‘Shit.’

If he asked for help, they all would come. The last thing he needed was half the Smackdown roster crowded in his bedroom to see him handcuffed naked on his bed. Voyeurism was okay. Humiliation was not.

“You okay Uce?”

“Yeah I just needed help with something but it’s okay.” Cody answered Jey’s moment of clarity. “I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”

“A’ight man. Later.”

Cody sighed when his phone beeped signaling the call ended. Bus driver it was.

The question now was did he call him now to save him or wait until morning.

Ten minute later he was still thinking.

‘More like procrastinating.’

Might as well call his driver now. Get the humiliation over with instead of experiencing it tomorrow and giving him the whole night to let it fester in his gut.

Cody opened his mouth to tell Siri to call his driver when he heard the beeping from the front area of the bus. His door opened. He held his breath and kept as still as possible so not to make a sound. Cocking his head, he turned an ear toward his door trying to make out the sounds.

Muffled sounds of feet shuffling across the laminated flooring. Cursing as those feet stumbled over his shoes from where they’d been kicked off in the excitement earlier in the night.

Cody felt a blush heat in his cheeks and wash down his neck and chest. There would be a line of his clothes from the living area, through the kitchen and into the cabin area. His briefs should be laying on the ground at the end of his bed. Once he’d gotten Cameron onto his bus, their lips had crashed together and they’d wasted no time stripping each other of their clothing.

His mind whirled. Who was on his bus? Had Cameron come back? No he couldn’t have. He didn’t know the code.

The slide of the door hiding the cabin from the living area sounded like the roar of a jet engine to him. Only one more door separated him from the unknown assailant.

As soon as the door slid open to his bedroom, he’d be at the complete mercy of whoever was on the other side.

His traitorous cock twitched against his thigh at the thought.

‘No no no no,’ he chanted. The last thing he wanted to be was hard when whoever made his appearance.

“Cody?”

His eyes widened and he gasped at the voice.

Roman!

Goosebumps broke out over his arms as he shivered. Roman’s deep voice carried through the closed mirrored door. The Tribal Chief was the last person Cody thought he’d see tonight.

“Cody?” Roman’s voice came a little louder, his finger poised on the key pad waiting for him to press the button that would open the door in front of him.

The last place he wanted to be was standing outside Cody Rhodes’s bedroom, especially after seeing the trail of clothing. Even now he stared down at the trouser pants laying so carelessly on the floor at his feet. Only two reasons were behind the scene. Needing to shower something fierce. Roman had been there but he either striped completely right at the front door or the clothing trail starting right inside his bedroom to the master bathroom. The second…

Roman’s cock twitched with interest and he clenched his jaw. The last thing he wanted to do was walk in on Cody railing some chick. He wasn’t sure why he was even there but Jey called claiming Cody needed help. Since he hadn’t left the arena yet, he figured he could pacify his cousin by checking on the wrestler.

He lowered his head toward the door jam listening for sounds. All was quiet on the other side. “Cody? Jey called me…said you needed help?”

“Oh…I’m good!” Cody’s voice sounded strangled.

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah! Tell Jey not to worry. I got it figured out.”

There was something in Cody’s voice that didn’t ring true and it caused Roman to pause before he bid the man goodnight. He could hear the shuffling of sheets like legs moving across the fabric. There was a soft jingling of metal mixed with a groan and a low curse.

“Are you sure?” Roman asked again.

“I’m fine!” Cody snapped. “Go away.”

Roman’s jaw clenched at Cody’s tone causing his left cheek to tick. Growing annoyed at the man on the other side of the door. He could have told Jey to fuck off instead of running to check on his little friend. He didn’t have to be here at all.

Before he could think, his hand slapped at the keypad, fingers pressing the button. The door started to slide open. His face stoney, his stance intimidating.

That all fell way to shock when he saw the scene in front of him.

Cody.

Lying on his bed naked.

Arms handcuffed above his head.

His cock hardened immediately beneath his black joggers.

“What the fuck!” Cody yelled and tried to shift in the bed to hide his nakedness. It was futile. Turning his hips to the side to hide his cock meant showing his bare ass to the other man.

Roman tore his eyes from Cody and glanced around the room. It was completely empty. Even the bathroom showed empty with the door open and the light off. He brought his eyes back to Cody, who had his head turned away and eyes shut. No doubt embarrassed.

His eyes roamed Cody’s body unabashedly. The corded neck showing off the tendon as he arched away from him; hiding that stupid tattoo. Nipples drawn in taunt stiff peaks. The hard chest covered with a smattering of dark hair over the pecs leading down the center of well defined abs.

The happy trail leading toward Cody’s cock; semi-hard and resting on his stomach. The hair around his cock well groomed and maintained.

Roman’s mouth watered as his eyes moved back up Cody’s body, laid out like an offering before him.

“Please just go away…”

Roman pulled his eyes away from Cody’s chest. Something he’d seen dozens of times before with Cody wrestling only in tights. He’s even ran his hands over it during matches. Struck it with his hand hard enough to leave marks. But he could never just stand and give it an uninterrupted perusal.

Cody still had his head turned away. His eyes shut completely missing Roman’s blatant staring. His voice was filled with embarrassment. Soft and broken.

“Oh Baby Boy,” Roman’s voice was rough. “No way could I go when you’re laid out looking like this for me… so pretty…”

Cody’s breath stuttered to a stop. He blinked his eyes open; red and glossy from tears of embarrassment. His head turned to look at Roman now standing in front of his bed. His cock twitched, bouncing against his belly as he stared at Roman whose eyes were darkened in desire as they ran over him.

The words of asking to be released died in his throat as Roman’s fingers traced lightly over his ankle. He watched those lightly tanned fingers with interest.

“You’re trussed up like a dream…” Roman continued as his fingers crept higher on Cody’s leg. He moved forward, his legs pressing into the edge of the bed. “Completely at my mercy…” He watched as Cody’s cock gave an enticing bounce. “Do you like that?” He raised his head to meet Cody’s eyes. His cheeks stained red and Roman figured it was half in embarrassment and half in arousal. “Do you like being helpless? Unable to stop me from doing whatever I want…”

A moan escaped from Cody’s parted lips. His cock was invested, fully hard and pulsing. A flush encompassing his body.

Roman smirked. His fingers danced higher up Cody’s leg. The muscles in his hard thigh twitched beneath his touch. His fingers skirted around the hard cock and back down the hairy thigh.  “I didn’t expect to find you like this…based on that expensive suit laying all over the floor I expected to find you fucking some girl…” he continued running his fingers up and down Cody’s legs, his other hand joining in on the ministrations. Over those thick thighs he imaged wrapped around his waist. Down over his knees to the corded calf muscles. Back up again.

“Not some girl…” Cody croaked out for some unknown reason. Maybe to let Roman know for sure he was available to him.

Roman’s hands paused momentarily as his eyes flared at the information. Cody had picked up a man – some dolt he was gonna let see him like this. His skin flushed red. His cock hard, the head an angry purple. His blue eyes nearly black with his pupils blown wide. His hands fisted in desperation held captive by the steel hand cuffs. Wrists bright red from his tugging.

To touch him?

Roman didn’t know.

“You’re at my mercy now.” Roman moved his right hand up Cody’s leg and this time his fingers danced up the shaft of Cody’s cock. The skin hot under his fingers. “I’m in control.”

Cody hissed at the touch. His eyes clenching shut. His wrists tugged at the cuffs. His hips jerking up searching for something more. “Roman…”

“I like that,” Roman smirked. “You begging me. What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me…” Cody groaned.

Roman chuckled, “I am touching you.” He continued those teasing touches on Cody’s cock.

Cody’s breaths came out in gasps. He tried to move his hips with Roman’s movements, searching for some type of friction. “Please Roman,” Cody begged.

“Is this what you need Baby Boy?” Roman’s hand tightened on Cody’s cock, drawing a hiss out of the man. He pulsed in his hand and pre-cum beaded on the tip.

“Yes,” Cody drew out bucking his hips into Roman’s hand.

Roman let go of Cody’s cock causing his eyes pop open. “What are you…” his voice faltered as he watched Roman climb up onto his bed. The man was still dressed in black joggers and a black hoodie. His hair pulled back into his ever present bun. “I wanna see you…”

Roman hummed as he settled between Cody’s legs. His big stature causing the smaller man to widen his legs more. At the movement, he caught sight of the dark pink puckered hole. His mouth watered at the thought of burying his tongue deep inside the tight channel working him open until he was loose enough to accept him.

Cody groaned at the heated look on Roman’s features. He squirmed and pressed his thighs against Roman’s clothed ones. The friction delicious. He wanted to pull Roman down over him. Roman’s completely clad body against his naked one. He moved his wrists to do just that and the metal bit into his wrists.

“What’s wrong Baby Boy?” Roman re-gripped Cody’s length. He moved his hand up and down in soft sure strokes. His fingers pressed into the shaft then fell away in teasing glittering touches, drawing breathy moans from between Cody’s lips.

“Wanna touch you…” Cody grunted out. He watched as Roman’s hand worked him. His thumb circling the head of his cock swirling through the pre-cum gathered there.

Roman clucked his tongue as he shook his head. “Oh no…I like you like this.” His eyes gave a blatant look, roaming over Cody’s body. “Spread out for me…taking what I give you. Unable to stop me from doing what I want.”

His hands started roaming over Cody’s thighs; the coarse hair catching on his calloused hands. Over his hips, where his fingers spread out. He applied a slight bit of pressure, pushing Cody into the mattress, smirking at the moan coming from Cody’s lips. “Interesting,” he breathed as he continued to move his hands up over the man’s expansive chest. He flicked a nipple, scratching his nail over the hard nub.

Cody groaned, his eyes drifting shut as pleasure shot through him. From his nipples down to his weeping cock. He squirmed as Roman worked his nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling them between the digits. A whole body roll moved through him, ending with his hips pressing up into the air.

“So responsive…” Roman reached down adjusting his own hard length. He wondered how far Cody would let him go. Cody’s cock brushed against his hoodie, leaving behind a trail of cum on the black fabric. “You messed up my hoodie.”

Cody opened his eyes and lifted his head. He stared at the thin white trail he left on Roman’s hoodie. His eyes met Roman’s. “Take it off.”

Roman slapped the side of Cody’s thigh, watching as Cody’s cock bounced and more cum leak from the tip. “You still think you’re calling the shots…” He stared at the thigh and the red mark sitting on pale skin. His own cock leaked, creating a wet mark on the inside of his briefs. “Do you like that?” He murmured running his fingers over the redness. “If I spanked your ass red…”

“Uncuff me and find out,” Cody retorted as more heat coiled inside of him. He wasn’t one to be spanked. Randy would swat him from time to time when he was being a needy bottom, pushing back against him. But the idea of Roman’s hand coming down on his ass, leaving it red before he would push into him…

“I ought to fuck that sass out of you.”

“Do you always talk this much because if you need something to do with your mouth I got something for you?”

Roman chuckled. “You’re too coherent.”

Roman wrapped his hand back around Cody’s hard length, smirking at his moan. Watching his head fall back with his mouth open. He had the urge to press his lips to the man’s, plunging his tongue into his mouth. He didn’t think this was that kind of hook up. He wasn’t sure of anything.

His hand worked Cody’s cock, working up and down. He shifted on the bed to lower his head down to the hard length. At the beginning he was just going to give a hand job, but now… he was going to take full advantage of the gift bestowed upon him. His tongue darted out, licking his lips before licking at the head of Cody’s cock. The salty bitterness of cum burst on his tongue and he couldn’t stop the moan that left him.

“Fuck…” Cody groaned, feeling Roman’s tongue licking him while his hand continued its tantalizing movements at the base of his shaft.

He tossed his head back against the pillow, breathing heavily as Roman’s tongue licked up his shaft from base to tip. “Roman…” he whimpered as teasing licks danced over his balls. “God…” he rocked his hips up, working his cock in Roman’s hand, the grip much too loose for his liking.

Roman breathed deep as he buried his face in the crease of Cody’s thigh. That musky scent wrapped around him. He was hooked. He nipped at the crease, the action causing the cock in his hand to pulse. He wanted to leave marks all over the man beneath him.

He left teasing licks up the hard cock in his hand, following the pulsing vein. His tongue twirled around the tip collecting another drop of cum before he lowered his head, taking the tip in his mouth.

Cody let out a loud moan as his cock entered the warmth of Roman’s mouth. His hips flexed trying to send him deeper, but Roman laid his free arm across Cody’s hips, stopping their movement. He melted into the bed, his eyes closed, and his mouth open letting out tiny stuttering gasps.

Roman worked Cody with his hand. His hold tight and he moved it up and down meeting his mouth still teasing the head. Feeding off the gasps and tiny thrusting movements of his hips. He hallowed his cheeks as he took more, his head lowering down over Cody’s cock.

“God…” Cody moaned as Roman swallowed him whole, the tip of his cock meeting the back of Roman’s throat. His brain stuttered to a halt feeling Roman’s throat muscles squeezing around him as the other man swallowed.

Tears leaked from the corners of Roman’s eyes as he deep throated Cody. It had been awhile since he sucked someone’s cock – usually he was on the receiving end. He lifted his eyes to stare up Cody’s body releasing his own moan at the sight of the taunt tendon on the side of Cody’s neck. He wanted to sink his teeth into it.

He slowly pulled back up. The cock sliding over his lips, now glistening with his saliva. He wrapped his hand around it in another tight hold as he worked it much faster. He wanted to rip his own pants off and line their cocks up, taking them both in his hand as he worked them both to a frenzy before exploding over Cody’s chest. Ropes of their come mixing together over the bronzed skin.

“Roman… please…” Cody begged. “Let me come…” He tugged furiously at his bindings wanting to pull at the band that held Roman’s hair back and sink his fingers into the long locks. Wanted to press his head further down on his cock. Wanted to fuck his face.

“Yeah,” Roman gave into Cody’s begging. He pulled his mouth from Cody’s cock. His saliva letting his hand move in easy gliding strokes. He worked his hand up and down in fast movements. His grip tight – how he liked it. His eyes watching Cody’s face and the apparent struggle of emotions.

The room filled with sounds of gasping breaths, the rustling of sheets as Cody’s legs moved restlessly back and forth, skin on skin friction as his hand glided up and down in long, quick strokes, and the jingling of metal as Cody pulled desperately at the cuffs imprisoning him.

“Come Baby Boy,” Roman commanded, dragging his eyes down Cody’s body, slick with a fine layer of sweat and flushed red. His eyes watched as his hand moved on Cody’s pulsing cock hot in his hand. He twisted his wrist on the up stroke and watched as Cody’s hold snapped.

Moaning Roman’s name, Cody came. Ropes and ropes of hot thick white come shot out, coating his stomach and dripping down over Roman’s hand. His body struck taunt as lightning zapped through him. Breath caught in his lungs. He could do nothing but give into the pleasure.

“Fuck…” Roman breathed watching Cody’s body twist and jerk with pleasure. In that moment he knew he wanted to see it again and again. He loosened his hold on his cock, letting his hand fall away as Cody’s body relaxed into the sheets beneath him. He watched as Cody’s muscles twitched and jerked. The rapid rise and fall of his chest as he sucked air into his taxed lungs.

He fell back on his haunches unsure what to do next. Cody’s eyes opened and trapped his. The blue much darker than before, filled with arousal. Roman’s cock twitched.

“Either fuck me or get up here and let me suck you.”

“Still bossy I see,” Roman murmured but Cody’s words spurred him into action. He wanted to raid the drawer next to the bed for the lube he knew he’d find, but he wanted to wait for that unexpected prize. Wait until he was sure he would last more than a stroke or two inside that tight channel.

Roman stood up from the bed and toed his Jordans off. He whipped his hoodie over his head and let it fall to the floor baring his chest. As he moved to push his joggers down his hips he caught the hunger is Cody’s gaze as he stared greedily at his chest.

The licking of the man’s lips had Roman quickly divesting himself of the remainder of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of Cody. His cock jutting out from his body. Leaking. He moaned at the open want in Cody’s eyes and the teasing glide of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Come here,” Cody pleaded softly. His wrists burned from tugging so hard at the handcuffs. He hoped he didn’t break the skin and leave behind bruises he’d have to cover up next week.

That was something he’d worry about later.

Right now he had a naked Roman Reigns in his bedroom, on his bed, straddling his body. His body on display from the Samoan tattoo completely covering his right pec, shoulder and down his arm. He wanted to trace every individual line with his tongue. His nipples… hard in the middle of dark discs he also wanted to get his tongue on. Wanted to lick the tiny pebbles with long swirling licks. Suck them into his mouth. Bite down hard enough to make the larger man hiss…

The flat stomach he wanted to lick down and trace the shadow of ab muscles, dipping into his belly button. The waist he wanted to span his hands around before sinking down to grab the muscular globes of his ass. Knead his fingers into the fleshy skin while swallowing around that luxuriously large cock standing proud from the triangle of dark curls –the same color as the hair on his head. Like his own, the hair was well groomed and maintained.

His mouth watered as he stared at Roman’s cock. Wanted to feel the weight of it on his tongue. Wanted to taste the tiny drop of cum beaded on the tip. Wanted to bury his face in his crotch and breathe him in. Much like Roman did to him earlier. Breathe in that heady musky scent. His own cock – laying flaccid against his stomach, pulsed; giving a renewed twitch as hunger rose once again from deep with in.

“Shit,” Roman breathed watching Cody’s face. He never had someone look at him with such open wantonness. Maybe Seth once upon a time but that was so long ago Roman couldn’t remember correctly.

“Let me suck you…” Cody stared. Roman’s brown eyes nearly black. His cheek twitched from where he clenched his jaw too hard. His chest muscles rippled as he moved a hand down to his cock. Cody followed that movement with hungry eyes, watching as Roman grabbed his cock and gave it a slow languid stroke. “Please…”

“Yeah…” With his cock in his hand, Roman knee walked up Cody’s body. The ceiling was much lower over Cody’s head and he had to duck down and nearly fold his body in half as he leaned against the wall above the pillows. His knees pressed into his arm pits and he had a brief thought about releasing Cody so they could do this properly but all thoughts fled when his cock was enveloped in a warm wet mouth.

Cody’s moan rivaled Roman’s as he raised his head to get his lips on the cock presented to him unable to wait for Roman to feed it to him. He greedily sucked the hard flesh. His tongue swirling over the head picking up the pre-cum. The flavor satisfying a craving his body didn’t know he needed.

In the current position, he was unable to fit all of Roman in his mouth. He wasn’t sure he would be able to normally given how blessed he was, but next time he would certainly try to fit the rigid length in his mouth and down his throat. He moaned at the thought as he pulled back.

“Give me more,” he pleaded as he mouthed at the tip.

Roman wrapped his finger and thumb around the base of his cock to help the angle. Bracing a forearm on the wall, he shifted the upper half of his body to feed more of his length to Cody. He moaned watched his cock disappear between those lips, stretched thin around his girth. “Fuck… you take my cock so well… do you take it well in other places?”

Cody’s eyes darkened at the words. His tongue swirled and licked at the shaft to make up for the limited movement of his head. Unable to bob back and forth as much as he wanted. His mouth filled with saliva at the thought of Roman sinking into his ass. His legs shifted and spread, opening himself up. His cock filled and plumped, bobbing in the air.

“You like that, huh?” Roman’s breath caught and his eyes closed on a groan. His muscles screamed at the strain of his position but he wasn’t moving until he released his seed down the blonde wrestler’s throat. “You like the thought of me pressing between your ass cheeks, don’t you?”

Cody couldn’t speak, but he nodded his head. His pleading blue eyes locked on Roman. He rocked his hips up in the air, searching for friction. He slurped around Roman’s cock. Drool rolled past his lips and dribbled down his chin to his neck.

“I should have fed you my cock earlier.” Roman’s eyes flashed with desire. His hips rocked in tiny sessions. He trailed a finger around Cody’s stretched out lips. “You look so pretty like this. Stretched out around my cock… makes me think of your ass stretched out around my cock with only your spit as lube.”

Cody thought he would be able to come untouched. If Roman hadn’t just given him an orgasm, he was sure he would have exploded all over himself at Roman’s words. At the thought of his cock pushing inside of him. The burn and bite of pain of just spit with no prep. He whined, the sound muffled as Roman sank further into his mouth. His throat fluttered and he fought his gag reflexes. He breathed heavily through his nose to relax.

“Oh yeah, you like it,” Roman moaned, his hips picking up the pace as tension coiled deep in his belly. “Maybe I’ll remove the cuffs only quick enough to turn you over. Get you on your hands and knees. I bet you’d look real pretty like that. Your ass high in the air, displayed for Daddy…”

Cody’s whine was high at the name. A spurt of cum shot from his body landing on his stomach. His skin flushed dark red.

“Oh someone likes that.” Roman ran his fingers through Cody’s hair. Soft and clean from any product. “Baby Boy just needed a Daddy…” He stared down at Cody, his breath rapid, watching the kaleidoscope of emotions flying through those blue hues. “I would definitely have to spank you first before I gave you this cock… you were going to let someone else have what was mine. Was Daddy’s…”

Cody shook his head emphatically. His jaw ached from the position. His lungs burned from being unable to truly breathe, relying solely on his nose. His hallowed his cheeks, applying pressure to Roman’s cock. The movement having the desired effect as Roman’s movements slowed against the suction.

“No? You were in here ready to let some undeserving cuck fuck you? Then when you ran in to trouble instead of calling Daddy you called Jey. You were gonna let Jey see you like this…” Jealously grew in Roman’s body at the thought of Jey walking into Cody’s bus finding him exactly like he did. Of Jey being in his place, fucking his cock into Cody’s mouth.

Of being the one sinking into the tight heat of Cody’s ass.

His movements quickened, sinking into Cody’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He couldn’t pull all the way out and he once again damned the position, but God was it hot having Cody beneath him unable to do anything but take what he gave him.

“No more,” Roman grunted moving back and forth. The coiling in his belly wound tighter. He felt Cody trying to fight him but he was too far gone. “Only Daddy gets to see you like this. You need this, you come to me.”

Tears leaked from Cody’s eyes as Roman assaulted his mouth. He tried to move his tongue along the shaft, but gave up and just let Roman take what he needed. Drool continued to leak down around his lips. His chin soaked. He kept his eyes opened and trained on Roman’s face. The shadows over the features. The eyes clenched revealing wrinkles at the corners. Cheek muscles twitching with the clenching of his jaw. Breath came out in huffs through his nose.

“You’re gonna swallow it all like a good boy…”

With a roar, Roman came undone his orgasm washing over him.

Cody relaxed his throat as Roman’s cock erupted in his mouth. His eyes closed and he moaned at the taste of Roman’s cum, frantically trying to swallowing it all. Roman’s cock pulsed with each shot of cum. It was too much and some slipped free to dribble down his chin.

Roman’s body trembled. Spasms working their way across his chest to his arms and the fingers clutching Cody’s hair in a piercing grip. Down his belly where his abs screamed more than any plank ever made him down. To his thighs quaking so much, the mattress shook beneath him. To his toes still curled.

His body was frozen in pleasure. He gasped drawing breaths into his lungs. His eyes opened and stared down at Cody – completely debauched. Eyes glossy and red. Tear marks streaked from the corners. His lips swollen and red still wrapped around his softening cock. He hissed and shivered at the little licks from his tongue and slowly pulled back.

Cody gulped greedily at the air through his mouth to sooth his aching lungs. He kept his eyes trained on Roman as the man slowly moved back, dog walking his knees down either side of his body until he was clear of the drop ceiling. The bigger man lifted his knee and removed himself from straddling him. Instead of getting off the bed however, he stayed seating on his knees next to him. His chest heaving just like his.

Silence filled the bedroom as each men continued to stare at each other. Cody felt embarrassment sweep through him as Roman’s dark eyes raked over him.

“You’re a mess Rhodes…”

Cody huffed in broken laughter, the words unexpected. He could only imagine how he looked. Cum and drool all over his chin and neck. His own cum – a dried sticky mess – on his belly. Joined by fresh as he erupted the moment Roman’s come hit his tongue. His cock, covered in cum, lay resting against his thigh, spent.

Roman wanted to take a photo of Cody laid out on his bed. Completely used and abused. He paused his perusal when he saw the mess on the blonde’s stomach. More cum there than he watched shoot all over the flat abs. His cock bounced at the thought of Cody coming again. Untouched while he had his lips around his cock.

“Release me.” Pleasure zinged through his body at the look in Roman’s eyes. The man’s cock still semi hard and Cody trembled with excitement.

“Why would I want to do that?” A tremble flowed through him at the look of desire in those blue eyes. He stood on shaking limbs at the foot of the bed. The glint of silver beneath the TV catching his eyes. He palmed the tiny silver key.

“Because in five minutes, after we shower, I want to ride you.”

“Fuck…” Roman shuddered at Cody’s words. He knelt onto the bed and reached up placing the key into the tiny hole. The cuffed released and Roman quickly grabbed the arm, halting Cody’s movements. “Wait,” he murmured softly. “Don’t move so quickly.” He sucked in a breath seeing the angry looking circle of red, irritated skin. The thin streak of dried blood near the pulse point on the inside of the wrist. “Next time we do this we’re using a different type of restraint.”

Cody’s eyes widened, his breath catching at the soft look in Roman’s eyes. Roman’s hand moved gently over his arm, massaging the muscles. Fingers pressed into skin working the veins and vessels, helping the blood flow be reestablished after being in one position for so long. He wanted to tell Roman he felt fine. There was no pain, numbness, or tingling in his arm, except for the tingling caused by Roman’s touch.

“Next time?” Cody questioned as he rotated his shoulder, bringing his arm down. He held his breath when Roman leaned across him to free his left arm from its confines. He scooted into a sitting position much to Roman’s noise of displeasure. His eyes studied Roman’s face from the close distance while Roman’s fingers worked his arm in the same manner.

His forehead with the faint wrinkle through the center. Full eyebrows drawn down in concentration watching his fingers move over Cody’s arm. The high, prominent cheekbones giving his face definition. The broad nose and square jaw covered in a beard perfectly trimmed with his sideburns shaved. The beard framing full lips and his breathing picked up and his heart rate elevated as he stared at those lips.

He wanted to feel those lips pressed against his. Wanted to taste that tongue peaking out from between those lips in concentration. His breath stuttered to a stop when Roman’s brown eyes lifted and met his. Those almond-shaped eyes so full of intensity and focus while in the ring wrestling or giving a promo.

Cody’s been on the receiving end of Roman’s intensity before but never like this. He licked his lips and watched Roman’s eyes drop to his lips. Eyes following the movements of his tongue. The focus was back on him as their eyes met once again. Cody shivered with want and need.

“What do you want Baby Boy?” Roman’s voice was gruff, laced with desire and a simple yearning.

“Kiss me,” Cody requested, his eyes never leaving Roman’s even as he felt himself flush with embarrassment. Did they even do that? Hell an hour ago he didn’t even know that did what they did together.

Roman’s eyes flared, his eyes dropping once again to Cody’s lips. That perfect Cupid ’s bow centered on his thin upper lip. Lips he normally saw drawn in repressed anger or into a crooked smirk or a full blown grin. Now he added stretched around his cock to his images.

He surged forward pressing his lips to Cody’s in a searing kiss. Their lips moved together with fervor. Roman nipped at Cody’s bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth enticing a moan from the other man. When he ran his tongue over that same lip, Cody’s lips parted immediately, welcoming him inside.

Cody moan was swallowed by Roman. Their lips moved together, tongues wrestling sliding back and forth in a teasing manner tasting what each had to offer. A blush darkened his cheeks realizing Roman was tasting himself on Cody’s tongue.

Roman’s skin was hot beneath Cody’s hands as he traced his fingers up Roman’s neck and into his hair. With a quick tug, Roman’s long hair came cascading down. Cody moaned into Roman’s mouth as he buried his fingers into the locks.

Roman was hooked on the taste of Cody. Lips so soft and warm. He continued to explore the sweet warmth, addicted. He chased the taste of his own come in the back recesses of Cody’s mouth. He was never going to get enough of him. The heat… the need…the velvety swipe of Cody’s tongue against his as the wrestled in a new way.

With a moan, Roman broke their kiss. He pressed their foreheads together as they breathed heavily. Their breaths mixing hot and moist. His cock was hard and aching once more. He opened his eyes catching the bright blues beneath him. Those eyes so open and hopeful.

Like an invisible string between them, Roman lowered his lips once again. This time the kiss was lighter, sweeter, softer. “What you do to me…” Roman whispered against Cody’s lips.

“I’d like to do more…”

“You said something about riding me?” Roman teased, his nose tracing a line over his cheek. He turned his head and pressed a kiss over the abused, angry looking skin of Cody’s wrist when it presented to him. He pulled back grinning at the moan from the man under him. “Come on,” he slid off the bed and made his way into the bathroom.

Cody stared longingly, watching a naked Roman walk away from him, his body on display. He reached down and wrapping his hand around his cock, already hard. “What are you looking for?” He called, watching as Roman crouched to look in the cupboard beneath the sink after turning the shower on.

“First aid kit for your wrists.”

“I’m fine.” Cody pushed himself up from his bed and stood. He held his arms out in front of him and stared at his wrists. The skin was broken in a couple places. Tiny little cuts. Thin specks of dried blood. The red circled his wrists and he frowned. He’d have to wear sweat bands around his wrists at the house show tomorrow. Hopefully it will be clear before next week’s Smackdown. “It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. Will happen again…”

“Not with me it won’t.”

Cody’s head lifted at Roman’s clipped tone. The words caused him to shiver. He met Roman’s eyes, lifting an eyebrow.

“You’re not supposed to be hurt. When you’re bound for me, you won’t be. And since you’re not doing this with anybody else again, that,” he nodded toward Cody’s wrists. “Won’t happen again.”

“What makes you think I won’t do this with anyone else?” Cody pressed. Another shiver worked through him at the hard look Roman gave him. He straightened as he stalked toward him. The glare in those dark eyes pinning him in place.

“I’m gonna enjoy fucking that sass out of you,” Roman trailed his fingers down Cody’s cheek, watching as those blue eyes flared with desire. “I know what you need Baby Boy. You need me… and this dick.” He gripped Cody’s waist pulling his body to him. Their hard cocks pressed together, trapped between their bodies.

Cody’s fingers dug into Roman’s hair, tugging on the strands to drag Roman’s lips to his. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated. He felt Roman’s hands digging into his ass as he pressed them together, their hips moving together in barely contained rhythmic thrusts. He surrendered to the man, meeting his tongue with his own long strokes.

“Only I get to see you like that,” Roman’s words were firm, leaving no room for argument. “The only cock you will take between these sweet lips,” he ran his thumb across them in emphasis, “is mine.” He dipped his hands down the wide expanse of Cody’s back to his waist and over those perfect round globes of his ass. “The only cock that you will feel stretching you wide,” he slipped a finger between the cheeks, barely able to reach the puckered hole. Even though he couldn’t apply as much pressure as he wanted to. A zing of pleasure rolled through him as he watched Cody’s eyes glaze at the contact. A soft, low moan escaping from his lips.

Roman dropped an open mouth kiss on those parted lips; giving a lazy swipe of his tongue. “Is mine.”

Cody blinked through the haze of lust. He was ready to climb on the bed behind him and put his ass in the air and beg for Roman to take him like a slut. “What about you?” He asked.

“Oh Baby Boy,” Roman chuckled. “My cock was yours the moment I saw you bound on your bed like a gift.”

“Can we fuck now?” The steam from the shower still running filled the room, lifting the temperature significantly.

Roman’s grin was predatory. “Daddy’s gonna love you.”

[welcome-to-the-end-of-eras]

Less than a week until The Golden Raven comes out so I’m doing my own predictions and will revisit this post when I finish it (and will ofc tag any spoilers)

1.) Idk why but I feel like Ichirou is going to hear about Neil’s hit on Grayson and try to intercept it. Not really to protect Neil or anything, but just to see what happens if Neil’s forced to do it himself. And I do think he would do it himself if it came down to it, and Jean would be an absolute wreck if he found out. This is solely based in headcanon land and the likelihood of this happening is extremely slim but I wanna put it out there just in case.

2.) Jeremy backstory my beloved. It’s going to happen in this book, but it’s definitely not going to get resolved and we’re going to be sad about it. Also if we’re following the og series timeframes, the fall banquet will happen towards the middle/end of the book, so we’re bound to get some lore about what happened there. I stand by my recovering addict theory so I personally think Jeremy may have had a nonlethal od or something of that nature at the fall banquet, but I think it’s just as likely that it’s something completely unrelated.

3.) Going off the theme of Jeremy trauma, I’m 99.9% sure we’ll get Bryson lore and figure out why Jeremy is so afraid of him. Now that Jean has acknowledged that the Trojans are his friends and he cares about them, there will be almost nothing holding him back from asking about the stuff with Jeremy’s family and I think he will be…not happy, but proud that he can be a support system for Jeremy after everything he’s already done for Jean.

4.) I do unfortunately believe the Knox’s and the Moriyama’s are linked. I don’t think Jeremy knows about it at all, but I feel like he’s going to invite Jean over at one point and Ichirou’s just going to be sitting in the living room with Jeremy’s (not) grandfather.

5.) BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR MORE ANDREW CONTENT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

6.) I don’t think the interview is going to go all that bad!!! I think it’s definitely going to be hard for both Kevin and Jean, but I don’t think it’s going to be a disaster for them either. Obviously people are going to use it to slander both the Trojans and the Foxes for the part they played in the Raven’s destruction, but I don’t think it’s going to be like a looming threat that colors the whole book yknow??? If anything I think it’s going to be what Jean and Kevin need to finally let go of the versions of each other that hurt them and allow them each to see how the other has grown. (and maybe they kiss once idk)

7.) I want a scene where the Trojan’s find out about Andrew and Neil. I want it so bad. In my head I feel like it would go like this:

Jeremy: Jean…I’m so sorry, but I just heard from Kevin that…Renee has a date for the fall banquet :(((

Jean: oh yeah she goes with the other goalkeeper every year, she told me.

Jeremy: ??? Jean you’re allowed to be upset about this ???

Jean: why would I be???

And just generally that vibe because Jean thinks it’s obvious but then remembers the Trojans have barely ever met the two of them.

8.) CAT AND LAILA LORE. SPECIFICALLY MORE LAILA LORE BECAUSE WE DON’T KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT HER. BUT ALSO CAT BC SHE’S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. MY FAVORITE LESBIANS YOUR HONOR. (I also want my “Laila having one-sided beef with Andrew” headcanon to be real but realistically I don’t think that’ll happen)

9.) Lucas is going to blame Jean for Grayson’s death. And Jean is going to feel awful because he does in fact think it’s his fault and he never actually wanted to hurt Lucas. Also…Lucas transfer to the Ravens perhaps??? I think it’s just as likely that they’ll sort of make up but tbh I think it’s also possible that it just pushes Lucas farther onto the Raven’s side.

10.) I want an update on the Cody/Pat/Ananya situation. That’s not a prediction that’s a threat. If I don’t get one I’m rioting.

That’s it for now. Can’t promise I won’t update this later if I come up with something new but for now it be what it do.

[kevinsdsy]

hi pookie if you have dicking around time i would love for you to drop some nabil hcs i miss that guy

AHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING MY SHIT ABOUT MY HEADCANONS AND NABIL MAHMOUD IS MY BABY-- this is a few days late tho because #busylife BUT LETS DO THIS!!!!

where to start? hmm. okay like in my mind nabil is really energetic, but in a chill and quiet way? idk if that makes sense. he isn't necessarily loud, but he does always have something to say and there's always a joke ready on his tongue.

this man has such random lore. like he knows basically everyone.

also has a lot to do with the fact he doesn't say no to hanging out like ever. oh you're bored and want to drive around? let's do it! you want to get coffee? just let me grab my shoes. oh you just want to leave the dorms and have no idea what to do? we'll figure something out on our way.

and not just with people on his team. it's also people from his classes. friends of his friends. people from other majors. just basically anyone he has ever met.

this also lead to him staying up for three days straight with derek thompson btw (to me they match each other's freak okay)

this guy doesn't go to most of his classes by the way, but he always passes his exams with flying colors (also has a lot to do with the fact he does not respect a good sleep schedule and just pulls all nighters when he thinks he needs them).

he skips so many classes to hang out with tony <333 and tony loves spending time with him so much he pretends like he doesn't have nabil's schedule memorised and isn't aware that nabil is supposed to be following his classes instead.

both tony and nabil are spider-man obsessed and they have comic dates where they go buy new comics together or hang out to read them. they're losers your honour <333

his brain works in mysterious ways. this guy is always using arabic phrases and words in his sentences and most of the time he doesn't even realize it or just assumes everyone on the team has spent so much time with him that they know what he means.

like if someone fouls him during games or something happens during practices he goes "bro what the fuck was that?! that was haram!" (not allowed in islam). it doesn't even make sense in the context, because of course it isn't even haram he's just a silly guy.

nabil is a MAJOR football (soccer) fan. he actually barely watches exy games meanwhile he catches every barça and PSG game and has crazy ball knowledge.

ever since jean joins the team and he gets to know jean better he always takes a piss at the french language (we gotta do it for our ancestors).

his french isn't the best, but he does know a few phrases here and there and likes showing off in front of jean (jean is not impressed btw)

he also listens a lot to french rap (doesn't every north african guy?) and rai (algerian folk music). i actually need to make him a playlist now that I mention it.

hmm what else? idk. i wanted to go into his ramadan lore since it's almost that of the year, but i don't have that much for him.

just know ramadan nights are CRAZY and he comes back with crazy late night stories.

"oh yeah so i was at the mosque and this guy THREW UP right next to me."

"let's go get smoothies?" he texts around midnight to the groupchat. laila obviously joins him since she's participating too, but that leads to cat joining in and obviously tony is already there. cody never sleeps either, so they're up for the late night food/drink run. shawn joins because #fomo but falls asleep in the car. derek is in the passenger seat next to nabil and is drinking and eating as much as nabil is. everyone (but shawn for once) is energetic and having a blast.

midnight is still the normal hour for him. he also does another run @ 4am. once again cody joins him and this time lucas is there too. laila is responsible enough to just eat and drink something quickly at home before praying and heading back to bed again.

then it's the next day and nabil is #dead since he didn't respect himself enough to get a normal amount of sleep nor can he get any energy drinks (which he normally drinks)

[zombiecowboy65]

Saw your recent anon ask and immediately slung myself over my bed to grab my keyboard to respond to that anon and I’m silly and decided to use asks (I could easily reblog it. Idk what I was thinking but I’m already here so hi)

Apart from… Cody, Xavier, and Jeremy (and I will stand by that Laila and Cat gotten better in TGR but they prodded to much in TSC. So, this is a more overall look), the Trojans are overbearing. They definitely are the popular kids who think they are being nice but is actually being a bit backhanded. I don’t think they a re mean girls though since that requires them to be intentionally mean. No, I think they are trying their best to be nice and to be helpful, but it’s coming off in a way that does the exact opposite.

Now, I do understand the claim that the Trojans don’t know how to handle trauma, but that is also to negate the fact that they are fumbling. They need to learn from those mistakes and understand that they aren’t being helpful at the end of the day. You are right, the foxes are not helpful either. To me, and I do think this is how Nora is intending it, the two teams are suppose to represent two sides of the spectrum. We have one team that handles trauma by being general assholes then you have one team that are overbearing and pushy. The only “happy” middles we see in both teams are Jeremy and Xavier (and later, Cody, Cat, and Laila) from the Trojans; and Dan and Matt (and later Renee) from the Foxes. Those specific people are actually the only ones that pushed both MCs in a way that actually helped them.

For Neil, Dan and Matt provided a sort of comfort and showed him what true care looked like. That catapulted him into uniting the team (he didn’t do it off his own whims btw). For Jean, mostly Jeremy was the one that gave him that platform where it didn’t feel like the world was tipping over. The only reason why I say Xavier is because he has consistently helped Jean with his boundaries like “Hey uh.. Maybe let’s not talk about his scars guys?” (Im sorry I got MAD respect for him on that. I dont remember a time he was overbearing. He also just has so much patience for Jean to me. Cody also wasn’t too overbearing (at times) but I fear we don’t talk about Xavier enough).

Rereading the OG trilogy and seeing all of these connections that I’ve been dying to yap about. This isn’t even everything and I dont think what Im saying make sense anymore because I got a a headache. But yeah. The lead is that both teams are two sides of the same coin.

I think I get you? But also yeah cat and Laila were so bad in TSC I couldn’t take it. And I get it. Huge possibly violent man shows up to ur house and u know nothing about him so obviously u want to make sure he’s not a threat. But on the same note it’s kinda like… well Laila is being set up to possibly have similar trauma to Jean and she hates talking about her feelings but Jean isn’t allowed to have those boundaries.

Even in this book with the bandaids I was like…could we ever ask Jean if he’s ok with anything ever ? Or is consent saved for Andrew and Neil only? (Actually this scene —and there’s another scene like it— where it’s worded like. “Jean wouldn’t let her get away with this but he did” . Why is consent being = to the lack of the word no?)

But anyway I did seriously appreciate when cat tried to push and Jean snapped his fingers in her face until she dropped it.

Xavier I think is fine. The only comment I hated was when he was like get him in front of a camera he has no filter. And Jeremy was like. No he’s scared of them. But beyond that I thought he’s been fine ?

Also on the Neil bit —I didn’t mean it to sound like I thought he united them on his own will lol. And I do find it interesting that everyone kinda assigns him this massive amount of humanity when it’s not particularly the case? Not saying he doesn’t care but it’s def not him being charitable and kind and wanting the best for everyone all the time

Also last note I find it interesting that when the Trojans are criticized it gets labeled as well they’re young and they have no experience. They’re not …that young. And also like, there never seems to be any consideration of how it affects Jean when they react. It’s always well this is better than the ravens and they are trying to help and their intentions are good so he has to understand that and readers have to understand that. Instead of I know this is the best they can offer but it’s not what Jean needs right now. And maybe sometimes it is. But sometimes it’s not . Realistic or no.

[tiny-planet-13]

takes issue with Jean calling him Knox (do we know if Knox is his original surname, or one he had to take on since his mother remarried?) (I think Mr Wilshire is his stepfather so idk I'm not sure) (is this purely just a personable thing then or has the name been used against him)

hates living at home (reacts weirdly when speaking about where he lives during and out of term time)(but also is it that he's not allowed to live away during term time? why can he only go on the weekends and then the summer?)

I've already mentioned the cops but like what does he think will happen if he crosses paths with one I need to know

"he wants to know what it was for" - is this a memory of someone else saying this?

bad relationship with stepdad yet still goes out of his way to get money to pay rent/groceries to cat and laila (money in general feels like a whole thing)

this whole addition from @eleanorpowers !! :

in addition to that, them saying that therapy made Jeremy a completely new person so like what does this mean who was he before ??

another thing about the dyed hair he originally was gonna go for frosted tips but chickened out and decided full bleach was more acceptable so like is he compensating for his family's reaction with that?? (I do the same thing so that would make sense to me) (he said he'd do the frosted tips after as to avoid 'fallout' (with his family?) so I'm inclined to believe this) (he literally got uninvited from family dinner for the week so yeah..)

was decidedly furious over jean making a joke about Grayson killing himself so my best guess is this younger (?) brother of Jeremy's killed himself? (I would guess also exy related considering) (obviously you can disapprove of someone making a joke like this anyway but idk it seems personal) (that or Jeremy has attempted himself?? I'm not sure) (absolute guess at whether or not he has another sibling besides the three mentioned ig)

Lucas implying that jean joining the Trojans has something to do with Jeremy and the 'jean sleeping onto the lineup' rumours suggests to me that Jeremy has had some sort of scandal involving him sleeping around perhaps. I think it must be more than just him being gay because like Cat Laila and Cody are literally right there when this conversation is happening and all of their reactions imply something more than just that .. also Jeremy's sister talking about scandals too

cat says that Jeremy has three siblings (sister, two brothers) but hesitates when saying this so... is three higher or lower than she wants to say? (I'm assuming lower if I was to go with the dead sibling route but I'm not sure) (also this other brother has had absolutely no mention at all)

okay that's pretty much everything I can note now that I've finished my reread, pls let me know if there's anything extra I missed? I still don't have a solid theory on what Jeremy is hiding but I get the feeling he used to be a far more angry guy than he lets on now.. any and all theories pls let me know 🙏🔥

compiling all the relevant information regarding Jeremy and his secret for my own benefit because my memory sucks

doesn't get on with his siblings

"end the way you started" ??

avoids brother and sister does not like him

was another sibling? dead? left?

parents separated, father in military

mother remarried (?) and step grandfather is an important person (was he a congressman or something I can't remember)

everything went wrong at this fall banquet

sister used to love exy now hates it due to aforementioned incident

Jeremy sticking with exy is apparently an insult

he actively avoids police

has been in/is in therapy (must've been pretty messed up if they were recommending his therapist to jean and saying that they worked wonders yknow?)

butler still seems to like him regardless of the rest of the family's attitude

dyes hair against family's wishes

this is just off the top of my head obviously there is more so I will add to this post as I continue my reread because I don't trust my memory !!

[glimmerglanger]

Snippet for Home (On the Range): I'm curious about any past relationships Cody and Ben have had, and so if you feel up to it, I'd love to watch them have the conversation about past loves that always has to happen eventually. :D

:D GOOD MORNING! I almost said this was the first of the follow-ups for "Home (On the Range)" but, in fact, there've been two already aha. This is the first one set AFTER the fic, though only by a week or so.

This is a (not that) little Codywan snippet. Established relationship and it got VERY SPICY. Grown-up conversations ensue.

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The temperatures had dipped well into chilly, at least overnight, when Cody suggested they head out deep into the ranch one evening. “You can see every star up there,” he said, pulling Ben into a kiss. “Thought it might be nice. And we’ll want to do it before it gets any colder.”

Ben wondered if the suggestion had anything to do with the astronomy lessons he’d been prepping for class, even as he hummed agreement. They piled blankets into the bed of Cody’s truck, along a sleeping bag and a few thermoses full of something warm.

It was dark by the time they pulled up onto the ridge of a hill, deep inside the borders of the ranch. Cody turned the lights off, nothing but the rumble of the engine breaking the stillness of the night, and said, “It’ll take a bit for our eyes to adjust. Half an hour, maybe.”

“Oh, really?” Ben said, hooking a finger into the collar of Cody’s shirt and pulling him over, murmuring, against his mouth, “whatever shall we do to fill the time?”

Cody huffed a laugh, mouth welcoming and warm, swearing briefly when Ben added, after a beat, “You know, I’m not sure there’s any way I can fit into your lap over there.”

Cody’s eyes caught the light of the stars outside, just a little, as he rasped back, “Good thing we’ve got the entire bed of the truck, then.” And he popped open his door, allowing in the cooler outside air, even as he turned off the truck.

The air felt nippy on Ben’s face as they climbed up into the bed of the truck, but it wasn’t so bad, really. They’d spread out the sleeping bag along the bed, keeping away the chill of the metal, and there were plenty of blankets.

And, well.

Kissing Cody always warmed him up, anyway. Ben thought about pulling his close, the stars as yet unseen stretching overhead and the hills rolling all around them, the Tetons watching, sentinels in the distance.

Cody swore when his phone buzzed, pulling it out of his pocket and taking a step away from the truck as Ben finished sorting the blankets, considering that he’d never had sex in the back of a truck before. It seemed a nice idea, making love out under the endless sky.

He grimaced when he recalled that he’d left his wallet back at the house, condoms along with it, though he’d slid a packet of lube into his front pocket. He frowned, swinging over the side of the truck to see if Cody had brought his wallet, plucking it from his pocket as he said, “--Rex, I swear to God, if you try to come out here right now--”

He winked when Cody looked over at him, waving the wallet, and listening to Rex laugh, his voice distant and distorted through the phone.

Ben left them to it, climbing back up into the truck, flipping Cody’s wallet open, pleased to find a familiar little foil square tucked inside. He drew it out, planning to set it aside for use in a bit, when they needed it, and frowned.

It felt...odd.

He tilted it around - noting the brand - and peered at it in the light provided by the moon and the stars. He blinked, grabbed his own phone, and turned it on to get enough light to read it properly, sure that he’d misread the expiration date, because--

“Something wrong?” Cody asked, the truck dipping slightly as he stepped up onto the bed, apparently done with Rex.

“Well,” Ben said, putting down his phone and turning the condom in his fingers. “Aside from the fact that this condom expired five years ago, not really.”

Cody paused, still standing, looking down at him. “Oh,” he said, as Ben turned the little packet again and then, on a whim, tore it open. He’d never actually seen one expire before.

“Hm,” he said, wrinkling his nose. Apparently, they were not one of the things that stayed good, even long, long after they expired. Any moisture had long since disappeared. The condom itself looked like a dessicated snake skin, or something like it. “I don’t think this’ll work,” he added. “Though we could try rehydrating it, I suppose, I--”

“Let’s not do experiments on the condom,” Cody said, taking it out of his fingers and tucking it into a pocket. “Should we go back to the house? Get another one?” He sank down, close by, and Ben considered it, but--

“I’m sure we’ll find some way to entertain ourselves,” he said, looped an arm around Cody’s shoulders, and pulled him close.

He’d gotten familiar with the best ways to take off Cody’s clothes, unbuttoning his flannel shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, tugging his undershirt out of his waistband. Cody pulled the blankets up around them, the warmth from his skin translating into Ben’s body as Ben shimmied out of his jeans, pulling his own shirt over his head.

The moonlight shone off of Cody’s skin, caught in the dark curls of his hair. Their breath steamed the air - the temperature had really plunged with the fall of night - but Ben didn’t feel cold, not as they tangled close together, trading kisses that set a fire in his veins, not with Cody putting off heat like a furnace, warm hands all over Ben’s skin.

And Ben had become rather fond of the idea of getting fucked under the stars, in the brief time he’d had to consider it. Just because it wasn’t going to happen the way he’d initially assumed didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen at all.

“Here,” he rasped, rolling onto his side, grabbing for the jeans and the lube in his pocket, pulling it out, “Here, like this, ah, Cody.”

Cody’s weight felt good against his back, warm and solid, Cody’s teeth scraping along the curve of his shoulder as he settled, taking the packet of lube from Ben’s fingers without any of the hesitation he’d displayed the first few times they were intimate with one another.

“Like this?” Cody rumbled, right against his shoulder, and Ben heard the wet movement of Cody slicking up his own cock, felt the smear of the rest of the lube over the back of his thighs and--

Exhaled, hard, when Cody ground against him, overheated flesh sliding together. Probably, they were making more of a mess than they should have done, out in the middle of some field, out in - in such an exposed place, but--

It was hard to care, with Cody sucking a kiss into his neck and grinding against him, panting out, “Spread your legs, just a little,” and when Ben listened, slotting his cock right between Ben’s thighs, rocking them together.

If there were anyone around, Ben hated to think what would have been overheard, the two of them swearing and gasping and groaning. He knew he cried out, loudly, when Cody slid a hand over his hip, gripping his cock and stroking him, so sure and so steady and--

Well.

The sleeping bag was going to need a wash when they got back home.

So was Ben, in all honesty.

He laughed, hoarsely, when Cody pulled away from him, leaving his inner thighs smeared with come. It was quite warm, at first, but Ben knew that wouldn’t last. “See,” he said, sprawling onto his side, thighs held apart, groping for something to wipe up with, “a condom would have prevented this mess.”

“Sorry about that,” Cody said, and then, “here, use my shirt.”

And then he used it himself, wiping up the mess all over Ben’s legs and cock. He even smeared away the mess on the sleeping bag, as best he could. Ben watched him - he was easier to see, Ben’s eyes must have adjusted, and said, “Why did you have an expired condom in your wallet, anyway?”

Cody balled his shirt up, the mess tucked away inside, and shrugged. He tossed it into one corner of the bed of the truck. “It’s just the one I’ve always had. I never really checked the date on it.”

Ben blinked, turning that over in his head, even as Cody settled close to him, naked under the blankets. Ben said, as Cody curled an arm around him. “The one you’ve always - you - what does that mean?”

Cody shrugged, stubble rasping against Ben’s shoulder, while Ben wondered if Cody had really avoided using a condom before, because that didn’t sound like him at all, and--

“I got it, ah, years ago. When I was - when I thought I might need it. But then I didn’t. I kept it, just in case. But…” He trailed off, shrugging again.

Ben blinked up at the clear, shining stars, and then rolled to face Cody, gut doing something strange. “Wait. Did you never--”

“I did stuff,” Cody said, still staring up at the stars. “A few times with, uh, with a guy I really liked. He competed, too. We were friends for a while. And then one day I just wanted to kiss him, so I did. And we, well. Fooled around, I guess. But then I beat him, pretty soundly, and he didn’t want to anymore.”

Ben blinked, processing that. He’d known that, sooner or later, they’d end up having a talk about their pasts. That kind of thing happened. “He didn’t want to anymore?” he asked, trying to get his mind around anyone not wanting Cody anymore, he was--

“Yeah, I guess.” Cody sighed, tucked his arm behind his head, and stared starward. “And I’d already bought the string of condoms, even though we’d only needed two. But then it was over, so. And I put one in my wallet.”

Ben watched his expression carefully. He didn’t seem upset. Just...relating the story. “And then you never used it,” Ben said, quietly.

“Never needed it,” Cody said, shrugging against the sleeping bag. “I’ve been busy since then. And didn’t have anyone I particularly wanted to use it with.”

“Oh,” Ben said, the cold air nipping at his exposed skin, but ever so warm under the blankets.

“What about you?” Cody asked, before he could wrangle another thought together. “Yours aren’t ever expired.”

“Ah, no,” Ben said, and then shrugged, settling against Cody’s side. “I’ve always been very careful to use them.” He felt his ears heat.

Cody hummed, curled an arm tighter around him, and said, “I know you’ve been with more people’n me, Ben. It doesn’t bother me. Hell, I’m glad one of us knows what we’re doing.”

Ben exhaled a little, snuggling in closer against the cold. It had, probably, been foolish to worry, to brace for disapproval. He traced patterns on Cody’s chest under the blanket and said, “I had no idea that you didn’t, ah, know what you were doing.”

Cody snorted, rolling onto his side, brushing a kiss to Ben’s cheek and then his mouth, fingers tracing down his spine. His expression, what Ben could see of it, looked a bit smug. “I learn fast,” he said, tone warm and low. “Especially when I get hands-on instruction.”

“I see that.” Ben crooked his mouth, brushing Cody’s hair back from his face. He figured, feeling soft and content, that if they were going to discuss their histories, he might as well finish it all, and went on, “I haven’t had many long relationships. Just...brief flings. A longer thing with a girl, right before I started college. And Luminara and I tried to make something work, once. But we’re much better friends than lovers.”

Cody nodded, said, “I never was very interested in girls.”

“Mm, I gathered.” He leaned in for another kiss, shivering when Cody brushed his callused fingers a little lower. He rasped, gut tightening, “Don’t tease.”

“Sorry,” Cody murmured, nipping his bottom lip. “And sorry we don’t have all the supplies we need.” Ben hummed, not overly concerned by the lack, not when they could trade sweet, lazy kisses, occasionally glancing at the stars, until Cody went on, “You know. We could - well. We’re together. Just the two of us.”

Ben turned away from his contemplation of a constellation he couldn’t name, nodding, and Cody went on, “We could get tested. I mean. I don’t think I could have caught anything, to be honest. And if I had, I think I’d have noticed in the last couple of years. And you’ve been careful, you said. But better to check. And then…”

He shrugged, and Ben considered it. He’d never slept with anyone skin on skin. Qui-Gon had been exceedingly clear about all the possible consequences of skipping out on protection. Even with Satine, young and giddy half the time, he’d always been careful.

But - he didn’t plan to share his bed with anyone else, he considered, staring across at Cody in the dark, under the brilliant light of the stars and the moon. He didn’t want to kiss anyone else. Or pull anyone else close in the night.

His heart ached in his chest, sweetly, and he said, “And then we wouldn’t need supplies to have sex in the back of your truck?”

“Mm,” Cody said, rolling closer to him, one elbow braced by his head, leaning down to kiss him, “Or to make love under the stars, either.”

Ben shivered, curled an arm around him, and felt his stomach swoop, imagining that, imagining them skin to skin everywhere. He said, his voice gone to a rasp, “That sounds very nice,” and Cody smiled against his mouth, kissing him again.

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Alex & Chase HCs

More about Alexander and Chase because I love them and can’t stop thinking about them.

Still not 100% sure if they’re canonically married yet?? But they will be so -

Chase uses they/them pronouns!

~ Dari

Married / Domestic Life

Alex had sold the manor he lived in as he realized it was truly too big for just him and Chase, even if they planned on possibly having children in the future and moved in with them into their place while they both start planning out their dream home

he’d gently let go of his cleaners and servants with a good sum of money to last them until they found work again

it’s something else for him to step away from the larger than life way he’d been living but... he found staying with Chase and travelling to Alaska humbled him

while he still enjoys driving around at break-neck speeds and doing the occasional adrenaline rush inducing things, he loves Chase and the prospect of a peaceful life much more

which is certainly a whiplash change from the “playboy that would never commit” angle he’d lived before but he found it was something he’d wanted

and one thing consistent from then to now was that he’d always be ready to make decisions that would make him happy and allow him to be himself

their new house was the perfect mix of rustic and modern(maybe a lil industrial too), with a large garage with enough room for their cars and while Alex said Chase took care of most of the designing - the decisions for their home was made with both of their inputs in mind

there is also a rather large balcony at Chase’s insistence as Alex can enjoy the sun with them, he made sure to get them a big hot tub too

he also made sure there was treated class and black out blinds for the doors and windows just for whenever Healer dropped by

they also took up some other small things for the rest of their family and friends as well

his and Chase’s wedding bands are either silver/black metal, the pair of them are simple/practical in that sense though he would’ve gotten them any type of ring they’d wanted

despite not really needing to sleep; Alex’s favorite thing is and always will be waking up with Chase in his arms - watching their resting face and just seeing the morning sun on their skin and how adorable they are when they’re all drowsy

quiet mornings comprised of them teaching him how to cook, music floating from a record player(a wedding gift from Chase’s parents)

learning to love the smell of coffee and making it specifically for his beloved mate and seeing them brighten up once he’d perfected it - doesn’t drink it himself but it’s positive association to his spouse is enough to make him smile

him getting used to the cold during the winter as Chase loves being out in the woods during snowfall

while he was sort of on the fence about “lumberjack apparel” - eventually comes to like it more as there were still ways for him to make it fashionable

his favorite being a nice blue flannel paired with black jeans, bomber jacket and matching boots and belt - maybe a beanie if he’s feeling cold

oh, he does end up getting his own snowmobile/machine for the sake of fun - also a snow plow since their drive way is beeg

music that reminds me of him: Infinity by Jaymes Young, I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry, Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery, and Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar

even after tying the knot and establishing themselves as a mated pair, Alex had always been concerned on whether he’s good enough for them or not

but being as they’d never seriously considered marriage until they met him was a bit of a cincher for him, double as they didn’t even know about the prospect of being a destined pair

and it gets easier and easier for him to believe it when he hears them call him their husband again and again

[onlyhereforangst]

WWR

i mean i only had three weeks to get it done so naturally i’m finishing it three days before the next ep airs, would you expect anything less?

Ok we start off hot with a subtly jealous Nick scene and I love it. Ellie is like stunned that such a thing even exists “a covid crush” because lets be honest, she probably has no eyes for anyone else at this point - even if it’s been a YEAR (well 10ish months) a whole ass YEAR since the jail cell scene and can I just tell you I am mad about that. Why they do us dirty and skip a whole dang year?? Why can’t we quick flash forward every couple of months?? I mean I know it has felt like an entire year has gone by in a week, RIP 2020 no one will miss you, but like I wanted to see it 😩 and I better get at least some kind of explanation for whatever the F has gone down between these two from “well what are we gonna to about that as we stand 5 inches apart” to now. I demand this explanation. 

Anyways, back on track here - Nick is jealllllllous BUT different kind of jealous for this man because for once he’s not all dark and broody about it. He’s over here willingly, *willingly* bringing up said jealousy aaaand he’s smiling about it (!!!) because despite them still not being together (where’s the Gibbs’ headslap when you actually need it amiright) he’s not worried about this crush. He knows her feelings and his so it’s like yeah I’m a little jealous but also I’m gooood, I got this one in the bag 😏 (also can I just say I need Ellie to show him he does not in fact ‘have this in the bag’ if he’s gonna act like a little shit and push her away). 

This whole thing about babysitting and not wanting to take care of other living beings is very very very interesting considering they both loved taking care of Charlie (Cody, I blame this on pregnancy brain thank you @thekeyboardninja) in the end AND EVEN TALKED ABOUT PARENTING EVENTUALLY. So like, where did we backtrack??? Excuse me who allowed you to do such things. I’m feeling like they likely backtracked (this was s16 after all) because once again, the dust settled after their super close vulnerable moment and they went and hid behind those stupid walls they both have and somehow convinced themselves that being alone was better for them. IT’S A LIE YALL IT’S A LIE. You being together and taking care of each other is exactly what you need and it’ll be perfect and amazing and just DO IT ALREADY 😭

The team moment with Jimmy is so 🥺 and throughout the episode. I’m not going to touch on that stuff much because this is ellick focused but also because I truly do not need to sob again (even if I called Breena dying from covid like months ago and knew exactly what was coming with all of it but you know, I still cry, it’s fine, I’m fine). 

Ellie knowing Gibbs uses a weighted blanket and Nick doubting her is just comical to me 😂 mini side note before we get into how they have a thiiiiiing and it’s called always getting dibs on the elevator in tandem for months and McGee HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL. These two are so in sync even if they are still spectacularly failing at talking this out & taking that next step. Also months of Gibbs riding down the elevator with just those two…….the third wheeling must be slowly killing the old dude, give him a break you two. 

Tell me why these two have the exact same stance in the bullpen- could you be more obvious?? You rubbing off on each other. And then the walking up to the barbershop scene I caaaan’t. Ellie is SO flirty. Like so flirty. Who is this new Ellie and why do I love her so much. But Nick gives it right back too and her little giggle with shoulder shrug is just perfect. She’s fiiiiinally letting herself *feel* more and let it be out in the open and it’s just so great. I love seeing this character development for her 🥺 walls coming down, being more forward with her flirting and feelings and it’s all I’ve ever needed. Also we’re gonna take a small detour into Nick’s pants I mean the notebook he casually stashes in the front of his jeans like it doesn’t make a person look RIGHT. THERE. Don’t ask me why it’s hot, I don’t know the answers to the universe, it just is. We knoooooow Ellie is loving it’s location there, she wouldn’t mind flirtatiously taking it out at the next stop to “check” where they needed to go. You know, just helping a partner out- don’t worry Nick she’s got it handled 😏😏🔥🔥 Ok back from our detour, when Nick asks if she’s got him and she answers so quickly and almost with the undercurrent of “of course I do how is that even a question I’ll protect you until the day I die” (yes this is what she says), I love. 

Ok since when does Nick like puzzles and how does Ellie know this??? He was most certainly NOT a puzzle kind of guy when he first joined the team so are you telling me that maybe Ellie and her nerdiness (come on there’s no way she doesn’t love puzzles) got Nick into puzzles??? Also also also does everyone remember that time in covid lockdown where literally everyone and their mother did five thousand puzzles because we couldn’t leave our houses? Soooooo is this a nod to Ellie & Nick spending some time together doing puzzles (at presumably Ellie’s apartment because she’d be the one to have said puzzles) and turns out Nick loves them even more than she did???? Is this what you’re making me read in between the lines NCIS? Because I am most certainly ok with this. 

Ooooooooh-kay this 8pm thing for Nick. SO many possibilities. It’s been confirmed it wasn’t Ellie (which I won’t lie was my immediate wish) via Steven Binder on twitter (which I also won’t lie, my angst heart loves it’s something else). My take is it’s something (not another girl though) personal- I would *love* if it was therapy or some type of personal development thing. I think he realizes over the past year he has involuntarily retreated emotionally from Ellie even if outwardly it doesn’t show (no personal space and continued flirting). I think he *knows* he’s doing it emotionally and yet can’t figure out how to stop himself from doing it- like on the outside of his body watching him make a dumb mistake but unable to change a damn thing. SO I feel like whatever this 8pm thing is will play into that. It’ll somehow be related to Nick diving deeper into himself and trying to get more in touch with the parts of himself he loves to ignore/hide/push down. That could be therapy, a self-help class, getting in touch with family (but I don’t think he would feel the need to get secretive about this. i mean he already brought up Lucia to this dude, why would he all of a sudden be ashamed of a dinner/meeting with his mom or dad or something? i just don’t buy that). But anyways back to the point- it’s something Nick feels the need to hide in shame because that’s how he’s been conditioned as an undercover agent who feels the need to be tough and strong for everyone and being vulnerable is WAY too scary (helloooooo enneagram 8 nice to meet you I’m also an enneagram 8 Nick isn’t it fun). 

I don’t know why them talking so casually on the phone, while Nick is getting ready for the day no less is so damn pleasing to me. The simple domesticity of it all because it’s totally something one would do with their spouse is just 🥰🥰 And then their little freaking smiles can THEY NOT. Ellie you like glazed donuts?? Is this some kind of hint? Innuendo? Just a glaringly obvious chance to flirt and you don’t give a rat’s ass you’re in the middle of the bullpen with Gibbs’ listening to your conversation so you’ll take that chance anyways because you’re head over heels for this guy? Either way Nick’s little smirk oof. I think he takes it as all three of those things and he’s *perfectly* ok with it. UNTIL until, there’s always an until with you Nicholas god damn. Ellie nervously asking about NIck’s apartment 🥺 she may be head over heels but she’s still a little shy and unsure. She thought that jail cell moment would break things through for them and yet she’s- not to quote Taylor swift or anything because why on earth would I do that- right where you left her. WHY NICHOLAS WHY. Since we know Ellie has seen and is very familiar with the inner workings of Nick’s apartment come 16x10, I presume he moved, and it sounds like recently. From the looks of this new place it’s niiiiice. For someone who doesn’t like a lot of things (see s14 when he joins team I don’t remember the exact ep sorry) - he sure managed to settle into that apartment quite nicely. It’s furnished well, it’s homey for DC. And if he’s moved into it since after the jail cell, letting Ellie in is likely a big step in his eyes. But we know this has got to be a weird shift for Ellie. Seemingly so comfortable in each others’ spaces and now she hasn’t even been invited over?? Yeah you smell something fishy girl just like I do. Even if Nick has a cute ass smirk at the end of his little charade to hang up the phone. Wipe that smirk off your face sir you owe us I mean Ellie an explanation and a visit to your apartment. SHE WANTS TO BE YOUR HOUSEGUEST. SHE WANTS TO BE IN YOUR HOUSE. SHE WANTS TO BE IN YOUR PANTS WHILE IN THAT HOUSE. JUST LET HER ALREADY. Ok I’m done, moving on. 

Ok the guys opening the doors dramatically to let the one (1) woman on the team make a super badASS entrance is just 🔥🔥🔥 yes love it. 

Excuse me why does Ellie feel the need to completely turn her body from the rest of the team/bullpen to be 100% faced on Nick. Body language don’t lie bitch I see you. And Nick stealing a glance at Ellie before having to answer McGee’s question about roommates…..interesting, very interesting sir. You thinking about how she’s going to react to some rando being in your apartment AND staying the night before she has?? You thinking about making her a permanent roommate?? But of course he turns to quick humor for a hot sec because this is Nick and then shockingly, like actually shockingly (is this that personal development, soul-searching, deep dive into emotional wonderland rubbing off on him??? Is it working is this foreshadowing???) he goes and gets deep on ‘em. And McGee calls him on it and I love it, I really think this is some foreshadowing here. I think we’re seeing some of the work Nick is doing on himself, getting himself ready for as serious as a relationship as he knows it’ll be with Ellie, paying off. He’s thinking about ~*emotional*~ consequences to actions and OOF yes. The growth, I live for the fucking growth. “It’s not easy to get through the tough transitions on your own” you say as you literally tried to do that for actual YEARS until you met this team. Until you met Ellie. Until you realized that emotional fallout was a real thing and you my friend are a terrible victim to it. Because guess what- exhibit A is right here about to ask you to dinner and you gonna turn her down. You quite literally tried to get through a tough transition (re: Ellie’s kidnapping & the two bombs) by yourself. That dust settled and you immediately emotionally retreated, not physically- emotionally. You went back to what you always knew, the lone wolf on your own, endure the tough transition. And yes you’ve been doing some work on yourself, but now- now you realize it. You can’t do work on yourself alone. You can’t go through this shit alone. You need your support system- your person. But that thought truly terrifies you. You’ve realized it but are you ready to act on it? Not quite yet. You might be close, but you still can’t bring yourself to be honest with her yet. When Ellie nervously asks Nick if he wants to grab a bite you can feel her start to (it’s probably been there quite a while but she’s tried to ignore the feeling of him emotionally shutting her out and pushing her away but the houseguest thing brought it back full force) really worry about where they stood. She won’t completely admit it to herself because she knows what was said in the jail cell wasn’t a lie or a dramatization for either of them, but that worry that’s been creeping in like a vine is taking hold. Nick saying “there’s something I need to take care of” hmmmmm I feel like this is SO vague. And probably purposely done so by the writers but I just - if it was solely him bringing the dude back to his daughter’s why wouldn’t he just tell Ellie that? What would be the harm in her knowing this? She’s aware you’ve bonded so why would he not just say that? I feel like there was definitely something else he thought he would go do after it. With all the talk of tough transitions and then his obviously pre-made plans to drop this guy off, I just feel like there was some other task he had planned before McGee called him. And him discussing the reset button (I’ll get to this) just kind of solidifies that for me. He’d been doing a LOT of reflection that day and he had something more major planned, I just wish I knew what 😩 Ok back to Ellie’s response, she’s honestly shocked and a little confused at his ominously vague answer. And I’d wager a tiny bit of hurt is in that expression too. All those vines of worry taking hold? Yeah, that’s why. They even just tightened and made her speechless for a second. The emotional withdrawal she feared was being confirmed in front of her very eyes. Because (at least on our screens) the last time Nick turned down a bite to eat with her? Oh yeah, he was dating fucking Elena. (Once again, I don’t think he’s got another girl but y’all this is the parallel Ellie could easily draw seeing as it was only a few months ago, supposedly.) And he even looks almost guilty about turning her down, like he knows it’s probably hurting her (and their relationship) but he can’t help it. He hates that he’s doing it and the words coming from his mouth (good lord it’s like the end of 17x07 with overprotective/you’re like a sister to me all over again) but he can’t stop it. And then my heart breaks for Ellie when she tries to put on a brave, strong face that claims she isn’t bothered by his rejection yet we all knoooooow 😭😭😭 He gives her a small little “night” and she’s just standing there wondering where the hell she went wrong with this, how she read them all wrong. 

Ahhhhh the glorious reset button, ya love to see it. When he claims he has the opposite problem you can see his faraway look in his eye. You know *exactly* what, or better yet who, he’s thinking about in that moment. He knows he has to stop avoiding his emotional growth with Ellie. He knows he has to stop hitting the reset button the second things between them get real. And I think he’s known this for a while now but is finally, finally coming to grips with taking real steps forward. Taking steps to embrace the vulnerability he’s terrified of. Finally putting that reset button away 🥺

Ellie knowing Nick has one tie is just another swoon moment. Yes I could get dirty with that (see my tags on previous gifsets for proof) but like, also this is so real of them? They know so damn much about each other it’s insane. She may not have even been in his apartment yet but she knows he owns one tie. Like- come on. Nick you think you’re emotionally distant from this woman but my god it’s the opposite. You two are so intertwined you don’t even realize it as you chuckle and try once again to avoid thinking about that reset button. And then Jimmy goes and reads that letter and I sob. Yes I sobbed. Like I said not getting into this part because my pregnancy hormones can’t handle this (I’m barely rewatching this part with audio ok). But Jimmy’s words voiced over a shot of ellick…take my heart why don’t you. “To hear a laugh, and know that your life would change for ever” like come ON. First, Jimmy you slay me and second, all I can picture is Ellie chuckling with Nick in the bullpen showing him the clicker settings and Nick loving it. Nick your life would be changed forever in that moment I hope you knew. Ellie, pulling her arm around Nick’s for strength, support, I just-. Despite the turmoil she’s been going through, the doubts and the worry that’s crept in- she still feels it. She still feels love for this man and knows her life was changed forever when she met him. No matter how long she tried to deny it, she knows. And that little piece of her that desperately clings to Nick getting his head out of his ass and opening up emotionally to her, that piece decides to break that sliver of personal space and lean on him for support. She needs to touch him- the man who she can’t picture losing like Jimmy lost Breena. She needs to feel him still there, even if he hasn’t completely realized his life changed forever because of her- she has. Gripping his arm for the comfort it gives in knowing he’s still by her side, his hand brushing hers as an involuntary “I’ve got you” (even a reset button pusher like Nick can’t help his reflexes). The gravity of the fragility of life weighing heavily on them both, they hold each other. They’ve got each other. And good god is that poetry we just need them to actually fucking TALK ABOUT IT 😩😭

I don’t know if I even have side notes but I do appreciate NCIS paying homage to the utter grief this pandemic has been. Jimmy being the one to lose a loved one was quite honestly the perfect scenario to me. It shows just how cruel this pandemic has been, ripping even the most optimistic, happy people down to their knees in grief. It’s something that shouldn’t be glossed over and I do hope they continue to have this arc of struggling with grief throughout the season. I think it is so relatable and refreshing to see played out legitimately on the screen. I don’t want happy, go-lucky stale content. I want something real and something tangible. Yes I love my mindless entertainment, but it’s also nice to see *real* drama on a TV drama. At least, that’s my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’d apologize but isn’t that why you’re reading this to begin with? 😘😘

[burkymakar]

Hi my favorite athletic reader. If possible could you post anything important from Baughers new article on Gabe?

lol i feel so used. it's under the cut haha

Gabriel Landeskog rolled up to the Avalanche practice rink, a 19-year-old figuring he was heading into a meeting about the upcoming 2012-13 season. A potential lockout loomed, and he wondered if he and his teammates were about to get information on what would happen next.

But only one teammate was there when Landeskog got inside Family Sports Center in Centennial, Colo.: captain Milan Hejduk. Then-Colorado coach Joe Sacco was there, too. They wanted to speak to Landeskog privately.

At the time, Hejduk was entering his 14th season with Colorado. The veteran was the only player left from the Avalanche’s 2001 Stanley Cup team, and he knew his career was winding down. He was no longer a top forward on the team and didn’t feel it would be right to remain captain. Someone else needed to take the role, Landeskog remembers Hejduk telling him that day.

“And I think that person is you,” Hejduk said.

The young winger was caught off guard. He let out a stunned laugh. At the time, no permanent captain in league history had ever been named at so young an age. A tornado of emotions followed: shock, excitement and — naturally — nerves. He called his dad immediately after the conversation.

“You’ve got to this point being who you are,” Tony Landeskog told his son. “Don’t try to be somebody you’re not.”

That advice stuck with Landeskog, and from that day forward, his “C”-embroidered jersey has been a constant for the Avalanche. It was there through the promising years with Nathan MacKinnon, Ryan O’Reilly and Matt Duchene, and it was there when that core fell apart. It was there through the pain of rebuilding, and it was there as the Avalanche emerged as a league power.

Now, its era in Denver could be coming to a close.

For the first time in his NHL career, Landeskog is a pending unrestricted free agent. And after a decade in Denver, he doesn’t know what’s coming next.

“The uncertainty is something I’ve never dealt with,” Landeskog says. “I’ve always known that come September, October, I’m going to pull on that Avs jersey.”

Landeskog has repeatedly said he wants to stay with Colorado, and the Avalanche want to bring him back. But with star defenseman Cale Makar set to receive a massive raise in restricted free agency and the Avalanche up against the salary cap, general manager Joe Sakic is facing tough decisions this offseason.

Landeskog wants long-term security. Currently, he’s in limbo.

“I can’t help but be honest with you that I’m a little bit disappointed that it’s gotten this far and it’s had to come to this point,” Landeskog says.

Now 28, Landeskog could be looking at his last chance to sign a major, multiyear contract. The Avalanche, meanwhile, must decide how much they are willing to spend — and for how many years — on a physical, two-way forward approaching 30.

Teams must submit protection lists Saturday for the July 21 Kraken expansion draft, and if Colorado doesn’t protect Landeskog, Seattle will have a window to bargain with him before free agency begins July 28. Landeskog’s reputation as a leader and production (52 points in 54 games this past season and 171 in 181 over the past three) will make him a popular target should he reach the open market. Teams like the Kraken, Blues, Kings, Flyers and Oilers jump out as potential suitors.

Talks between the Avalanche and their captain have increased in frequency in recent days, but the sides are still far away from an agreement, according to a league source.

“We’ll see what happens,” Landeskog says. “I’m still hopeful that we can agree on something and come to terms, but if it was up to me, I would have liked it to be done eight months ago, 10 months ago.”

In the nine seasons since Hejduk handed over the captaincy, Landeskog has gone from a green-but-mature up-and-comer to the calming presence on an elite team. He’s now a parent, one of the older players on the Avalanche and their unquestioned leader.

“It’s been a constant learning curve,” he says.

He’s grown, and he’s growing. The question is if that will continue with the Avalanche.

One day during his first season as captain, Landeskog stood in the Family Sports dressing room for a players-only meeting, taking note of teammates in their 30s, veterans who had spent more than a decade in the NHL. In only his second season, Landeskog could hear his voice shake.

“It probably was pretty laughable how nervous I was,” he says.

The Avalanche were in the midst of a rough stretch in what amounted to a season of rough stretches. Landeskog leaned on older players — Hejduk, Jean-Sebastien Giguere, Paul Stastny, O’Reilly and Erik Johnson, to name a few — and one suggested a team meeting.

Landeskog doesn’t recall what he said that day, but he remembers the nerves — that quiver in his voice — and how the older players had his back. Others chimed in, and the team dissected what was going wrong.

Ultimately, the group was simply a transitioning team without enough talent to contend, and though Landeskog was captain that year, the team used a leadership-by-committee approach. Landeskog credits his teammates’ support for making the job easier, and Stastny remembers him being unafraid to ask questions.

Landeskog says he asked about everything from travel-day logistics to organizing team functions. The communication didn’t translate to on-ice success that year, as the team finished 16-25-7, but it laid the groundwork for how Landeskog still views his role as captain.

“That’s how leaders learn, too: They learn from other guys,” former teammate Greg Zanon says. “I think he was born for the job.”

Before giving Landeskog the “C,” Sacco and then-Avalanche general manager Greg Sherman both reached out to Hejduk, wanting to know what he’d think of the young Swede taking over the role. Landeskog, who had just won the Calder Trophy, hadn’t been a name on Hejduk’s radar for the captaincy because of his age, but the more he thought about the decision, the more it made sense.

So he voiced his approval for the player 17 years his junior.

“What can you say negative about Gabe?” Hejduk says today.

“It was only a matter of time,” Stastny adds. “If it was fast-tracked a year, I don’t think anyone really cared. Everyone knew it was coming.”

Still, Landeskog was nervous. He’d played in only 82 NHL games and was still trying to figure out the league himself. He didn’t know how his teammates would react to such a young captain. Part of him still thinks he might not have been ready.

Despite Landeskog’s concerns, the announcement went over well with the team. Duchene and winger David Jones tweeted their congratulations, and defenseman Ryan O’Byrne remembers liking the decision when he read the news on TSN’s website.

“The only conversations I had with teammates were, ‘Gabe’s the captain. That’s so great,’” O’Byrne remembers. “Why would we wait to give him the captaincy? There’s no reason to wait. He (was) ready. He’s just that type of person.”

“Even the older guys on the team looked up to him,” adds former Avalanche left winger Cody McLeod.

Landeskog’s makeup had begun earning praise from the second he arrived in North America from Sweden. He played major junior hockey for the Kitchener Rangers in the Ontario Hockey League and became the team’s first European-born captain. Sherman praised his confidence after drafting Landeskog second in 2011, saying he was mature beyond his years.

“It was like he was 30 years old already, the way he handled himself, the way he talked to us, talked to the media,” says Ryan O’Reilly, now the Blues captain and still a friend of Landeskog’s. “Everyone respected him right away. It’s rare. It’s why he was named captain so young.”

Adds Hejduk: “I had half the maturity Gabe had at 18.”

Shortly after learning he’d become captain, Landeskog came to the Pepsi Center (now Ball Arena) for a passing-of-the-torch ceremony. Hejduk presented his successor with a burgundy Avalanche sweater featuring a white “C,” and Landeskog pulled it over his white button-up shirt. The two shook hands and posed for cameras.

When Landeskog looks back at those pictures, he can’t help but notice how young he looks. His beard had yet to grow in, and he’d fashioned his hair — lighter than it is now — to be spiky in the front.

“I feel old when I look back at those pictures, because I was definitely a little kid standing there next to (Hejduk),” he says.

“The first year, year and a half, with him, if we went out for dinner, it was like he wasn’t even allowed to have a glass of wine or a beer,” says former Avalanche center John Mitchell, adding that Landeskog struggled to win poker games on team flights.

Landeskog, who has gone from too young to drink to now sponsored by Bud Light, believes he might have been too uptight early on in his captaincy. He’s learned to relax a bit more — that a season is long and sometimes the best approach is to focus on himself. He can’t expect others to work hard or play well if he’s not doing it himself.

The Avalanche’s decision to toss Landeskog into the fray as a teenage captain allowed him to learn the role before the team entered the win-now mode it is in currently. But Colorado’s progression hasn’t been linear. In 2016-17, the Avalanche finished last in the league by 21 points. Landeskog frequently had to face tough questions from reporters when he didn’t have answers.

“It definitely takes a toll on you when you have to do that,” he says. “But at the same time, I always knew that was part of the responsibility and part of the job. Playing in the NHL, being able to wear the ‘C’ in the NHL, it’s a dream not many people get to experience.”

And in 2017-18, tides began to shift for the Avalanche. MacKinnon had his first superstar-level season, finishing second in Hart Trophy voting, and Landeskog and winger Mikko Rantanen both scored more than 20 goals. The trio ascended to become arguably the best line in hockey, and smart drafting and savvy trades gave Colorado a deep defensive core, led by Makar, the Norris Trophy runner-up as a 22-year-old this past season.

As expectations have risen, the team and its captain are still searching for a deep playoff run. The pieces are in place, and the Avalanche reached the second round each of the past three seasons. But they haven’t broken through.

This past season, the Landeskog-captained Avalanche reached the regular-season pinnacle, winning the Presidents’ Trophy, given annually to the team with the best record in the league, and they were a consensus favorite to win the Stanley Cup entering the playoffs.

Landeskog dominated the Blues in a first-round sweep, igniting the Avalanche with a Gordie Howe hat trick (fight, assist, goal) in Game 1.

“He’s the captain for a reason,” Makar said after that game.

But Colorado faltered in its next postseason matchup, against Vegas, letting a 2-0 series lead slip away and losing in the second round for the third consecutive year. The most complete Avalanche team of Landeskog’s career couldn’t get over the hump.

“I’m proud of this group,” a dejected Landeskog said after the game. “I’m excited to be a part of this group. I love all the guys in there.”

And they love him, too. Ahead of the season, MacKinnon called him “the perfect captain,” and Avalanche coach Jared Bednar described the captain as their emotional leader, someone who drives them into the fight on a nightly basis.

“Usually those types of guys, top-three picks, are franchise players,” Hejduk says. “It seems like that’s the case with Gabe. I hope he’s going to finish his whole career with the Avalanche.”

That’s what Hejduk did, spending all 14 of his seasons with Colorado, but it’s not a common path in today’s NHL.

After 10 years with the Avalanche and nine as its captain, and with so much shared history, Landeskog could be the exception.

Since he was 19, it’s felt like he would be. But the coming weeks will show if that reality has shifted.

[elene78-blog]

The fact that Jeremy is so evasive in his thoughts and that we don't know anything about his situation until he reveals it to Jean (when Cody said he would be dishonest, indicating he doesn't talk about this with just anyone) tells me that Jeremy denies himself having feelings about his family. I think he also refuses to think about how he allows his partners to treat him.

He listens to what others think, but he doesn't feed into what they tell him; he doesn't think about it. We don't know anything about it until he has no choice but to tell Jean or we see it ourselves.

I get the impression that Jeremy is so used to the idea that his family has a "right" to hate and mistreat him that he doesn't even consider it. The only thing Jeremy seems to be aware of is that he needs to be considerate of them and discreet. But… He can't let it all go because, deep down, he knows he's trapped, and he externalizes this discontent by going to boys who mistreat him, punishing him precisely for not doing what he should be doing: Being the son his family wants.

It's a vicious cycle.

My family wants this, and I deserve it, so I'm good, good, good, and I accept everything… But deep down, I don't want this even though I deserve it (I think I do), so I go to boys to express that I "don't want this" and rebel… But I deserve it… So I allow even these times when I'm meant to "calm down" and rebel, to punish me because I'm not who I should be (because I deserve it).

I think that's Jeremy's train of thought.

In reality, what Jeremy wants is a family and people who love him unconditionally… But he thinks he doesn't deserve it, but he wants it… But he doesn't deserve it… But it's the only thing he wants with all his might.

Jeremy is finished unless he decides to break the cycle, and I think Jean and Jean's situation itself is what will give him the push to make up his mind.

[catsnkooks]

Mandalorian Elegy

Commander Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

summary: Obi-Wan heads to the Mandalorian countryside to aid the Fett family farm to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the city. He expects a few months of hard, simple labor, but his plans complicate when he finds himself falling for the simple hardworking farmer instead.

rating: G

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none for right now!

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Obi-Wan tugged his suitcase closer to his legs as he watched another car roll down the dusty road. It was only the third one he’d seen since he’d arrived and that was about, oh, thirty minutes ago. He didn’t mind the quiet; it was refreshing, actually, after so many years living in the city. Boga, his trusty service husky, sat beside him, watching the car disappear down the road. He stroked her head and she broke into a happy grin, her tail beating a rhythm into the concrete floor of the train station waiting area.

“What do you think, girl?” he asked her. “Quite different from the city, hm?”

Just then, a truck pulled to a stop in front of them, and a man jumped out of the driver’s side. He waved to Obi-Wan and he waved back.

“Are you Mr. Fett?” he asked, standing and shouldering his backpack.

The man laughed, and Obi-Wan decided right then that he quite liked it. “Please, call me Cody. Mr. Fett is my dad. Are you Mr. Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan smiled and held out his hand. “Yes, however, I must now insist you call me Obi-Wan.”

As Cody came closer, Obi-Wan studied his host. He was just slightly taller than Obi-Wan, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off deep bronze tan skin. He had on a wide-brimmed hat, shielding his brown eyes from the sun. What Obi-Wan found most peculiar, however, was the thin scar that curled around his left eye.

Cody extended his hand and grasped Obi-Wan’s in a firm, warm grip. “Nice to meet you, Obi-Wan. I'm sorry I'm late. There was a little bit of an emergency. And who is this?” He knelt down beside Boga, who sniffed his upturned hand then smashed her face against it.

“That’s Boga.” Obi-Wan grinned at Cody’s laughter as Boga jumped into his lap to lick his face.

Cody stood again after giving a few more pats to Boga and motioned to Obi-Wan’s suitcase. “Is that everything?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Just the essentials.”

While Cody loaded Obi-Wan’s suitcase into the back of the truck (with just one arm, Obi-Wan noted, impressed), Obi-Wan took a seat in the passenger side, convincing Boga to sit in the middle. Cody climbed into the driver’s seat and, giving a reassuring pat to Boga, started the engine and drove them away from the train station.

Obi-Wan listened intently as Cody described the Fett family farm. They had a mix of almost everything: beef cattle, chickens, pigs, ducks, and a few horses. His younger brother, Bly, was dipping his toes into plant farming and had a sizeable garden and a greenhouse. It all sounded so homely to Obi-Wan.

In turn, Obi-Wan told him about his life in the city. He nodded along politely as Obi-Wan described his work with his organization, how he worked most of his life helping those displaced by war or other conflicts. He laughed when Obi-Wan described Boga’s favorite activity in the park; chasing the squirrels.

Soon, they arrived at a large farmhouse; wood paneling with a wrap-around porch, large windows, and a brick chimney at the back. A younger man with short-cropped blond hair stood in front of the front door. Obi-Wan assumed it was one of Cody’s brothers, based on their similar appearances.

Cody parked the truck and killed the engine, allowing Obi-Wan and Boga to step out. Boga hopped out of the truck and eagerly sniffed along the perimeter her leash allowed her. Cody grabbed Obi-Wan’s suitcase from the bed and motioned him forward.

“This is where I grew up,” Cody said. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” Obi-Wan knew he was trying to stay humble, but he could detect a little pride in his voice. He nodded toward the other man who was coming off the porch to greet them. “That’s my little brother, Rex.”

Rex scoffed and punched Cody in the arm. “Not so little anymore.” Indeed, they were about the same height and build. If Obi-Wan didn’t know any better, he would assume they were twins. Rex held out his hand to him. “Nice to meet you. I'm surprised you didn’t run screaming as soon as you met this idiot here.”

Obi-Wan laughed at their brotherly antics. “Oh, I'm quite enjoying myself so far.”

A boy popped his head out from the house. He had the same complexion and dark hair as Cody, though his fell in gentle curls down his face. He turned to yell into the house, “Dad! The city slicker is here!”

Cody sighed next to Obi-Wan while Rex went up to the boy and put him in a headlock. “That’s Boba,” Cody explained, looking exasperated. “You’ll have to excuse him, he has chronic teenager syndrome.”

Obi-Wan smiled and nodded sympathetically, remembering how Anakin was as a teenager. “Weren’t we all like that in our teenage years?”

Cody smiled ruefully. “I think I was a little more behaved.”

“No, you were worse.”

Obi-Wan looked up as another man stepped out of the house. He assumed this was their father, Jango Fett. He was perhaps a few years older than Obi-Wan, though a life of hard work and war had weathered his features to make him look much older. Obi-Wan could tell where the Fett brothers got their resemblance. He nodded to Obi-Wan and held out his hand.

“Jango Fett,” he said, succinct.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Obi-Wan said, clasping his hand. “Pleased to meet you, sir.”

He wrinkled his nose at Obi-Wan’s epithet. “Just Jango is fine, son. Now, come on in and get comfortable.” He turned and made to go in the house, but first pointed a finger at Boba, who Rex had released from a headlock. “Be nice.” Boba just huffed and rolled his eyes.

Obi-Wan walked into the house. It was just as homely on the inside as it was on the outside. Simple wooden furniture and decorations indicative of a rural, farming lifestyle dotted around the rooms and a large staircase dominated the area, leading up to the second floor. Obi-Wan was shown to his room (right beside Cody’s so if he ever needed anything, he was handy) with Cody insisting on carrying up his luggage for him, and was told to come down to the kitchen for lunch when he was done.

Boga made herself comfortable on the bed while Obi-Wan unpacked their things. He put his clothes in the drawer and set his few knickknacks on it, arranging them to his liking. He pulled out his phone and plugged it into the outlet beside his nightstand, sighing at the lack of service. He would have to ask Cody later for the Wi-Fi password, but for right now, it was…freeing to be away from the hustle and bustle of the wider world. He set out Boga’s bed beside his own (though it would be fruitless because she always found herself on Obi-Wan’s bed eventually) and put on her harness, deciding to leave her leash unclipped and sitting on the dresser. She followed behind him as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Obi-Wan knew Mandalorian food smelled wonderful, based on his experience in Little Keldabe in Coruscant, but it was nothing compared to the smell of home-cooked food. His mouth watered and his eyes stung just a little from the scent of heavy spices in the room. Even Boga whined at the delicious smell coming from the stove.

��We thought we would start off easy with you,” Cody said, offering a plate to Obi-Wan as he sat down at the table. “Didn’t want to kill you on the first day.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I appreciate it.” He took a bite out of the dish and groaned. It had been too long since he’d had anything this good. The spice wasn’t overwhelming, probably very tame to Mandalorian standards, but it still warmed his face. He noticed Boba looking disappointed over his own plate, and laughed. “Oh, don’t worry; you’ll get me one of these days.”

Conversations flowed easily as they ate. Jango talked about the day-to-day duties around the farm while Cody explained the logistics. Obi-Wan told them about his organization, what they did, and how they could help while he was stationed here. Boba left halfway, complaining about boring adult talk, and said he was going to go find Din. When they finished, he helped Cody wash the dishes, listening closely as Cody told him about his newest project.

“I found her while I was looking for a lost calf,” he said. “She’s beautiful. Gorgeous color, nice build, and her mane is so soft. I don’t know if she belonged to anyone before, but she’s pretty wild. It was a miracle I could get her into the lot.” He motioned out the window with a soapy brush. “I want to get her saddle broke before the fair. She’s already taking the halter well and if she’s feeling good, I can lead her around. But she’s kicked me more than once if I try anything else.” He sighed and rinsed off a cup, looking forlorn.

Obi-Wan nodded. “I suppose things like this take time. But, if you're half as stubborn as she is, I think you’ll get it.”

Cody turned to Obi-Wan, surprised shortly before he gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan fought down the blush that he knew was invading his cheeks. He could not think about how adorable his host looked after Obi-Wan had complimented him. “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “Have you named her?”

Cody sighed again and shook his head. “No. Rex keeps telling me not to in case I can’t tame her. If you have any suggestions, I’ll take them.”

Obi-Wan hummed. “I'm sure I could come up with something.”

Suddenly, there was a crash from the other side of the kitchen. Both men whirled around and found Boga shamelessly cleaning off the leftovers. Obi-Wan shouted at her and pulled her out of the kitchen and outside while Cody laughed, clutching his stomach with a wet rag. Obi-Wan apologized but Cody waved him off.

“At least let me make it up to you?” he asked. “I may not have cooked many Mandalorian dishes, but I can follow a recipe well and I’ve been told I'm a good cook.”

Cody tilted his head, considering his offer, and then nodded. “Alright. But next time we put the leftovers up first.”

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Later that night as Obi-Wan laid in his bed, listening to the crickets and frogs chirp outside of his window, he considered the events of the day. It was definitely…different from what he expected. Sure, he had done his research before he had even considered coming, but nothing could compare to actually experiencing it in Obi-Wan’s book. Part of him considered he’d spent too much time around Satine and her cohort.

He wrinkled his nose at that, turning around in bed and wrapping an arm around Boga, ever faithfully by his side. He had called her once Cody gave him the Wi-Fi password, as he knew she worried about him. He’d told her about the train ride down and his initial glimpse of the farm, how her description of her homeland hadn’t really prepared him for what to expect. She’d laughed and only then confessed that she actually hadn’t spent that much time in the Mandalorian countryside.

“But Satine,” he’d said, frowning “in your book you said—.”

She’d waved him off. “You know everyone embellishes a little in their autobiographies.”

Yes, he supposed he’d spent far too much time in the city. It would do well for him to be out here, in the fresh air and the vast fields.

And with farmers with strong, tan arms and brilliant smiles and dark hair that curled softly at the edges and eyes so deep, you could get lost in them.

[yeah-klave]

The Sexual Awakening of David Joseph Katz

Chapter 4: Reach out and touch forever

Link to Chapter 1 || Link to Chapter 2 || Link to Chapter 3

Series summary:  A multi-chapter journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening.

Chapter summary: They are finally there (Or: the one with the hand jobs).

Genre: Developing relationship, smut (from this chapter onwards).

A/N: This is set in a nothing-too-bad-really-happens modern AU. The characters are all in their early twenties (I’m picturing adult!actor versions of them and Dave is the Cody Ray Thompson version!). The siblings are all still living at home, relatively happily, and Dave, Lila, Sissy and Carl are friends who hang out with them at the Academy.

Word length: 3.9k

Warning: Smut (18+ only please).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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So they were finally there.

They lay on Klaus’ bed; Klaus’ warm weight pressing against Dave, pulses thrumming and the air thick with promise around them.

 ***

Over the last couple of weeks, Dave had thought a lot about that conversation on Klaus’ bed, while listening to Grace puttering around in the kitchen downstairs. He thought about the soft look in Klaus’ eyes and about the suggestion Klaus had made. And each time he did, Dave felt that familiar hot twist low in his stomach.

Unfortunately, work and friends and family commitments had prevented any significant alone time over the last couple of weeks. However, Klaus had offered to help Dave run his errands, and after a full morning of pick-ups and deliveries, Dave and Klaus were finally alone, walking down the street shoulder to shoulder. Head down, Klaus watched the scuff of his boots against the path. Dave glanced over at him, then quickly snapped his eyes forwards again.

“My uncle’s said he doesn’t need me in the store this afternoon,” he said, as casually as he could.

Klaus’ head snapped up and he looked over at Dave quickly through dark rimmed eyes from under a tousle of hair.

“Oh,” he said.

“Yeah,” Dave replied. “And my parents are out of town.” He paused, eyes still forward. “They probably won’t be back ‘til late tonight.”

Klaus carried on looking at him.

“So,” Dave started.

“Yes.” Klaus said simply. It wasn’t a question.

Dave looked over at him finally, suppressing a small smile.

Yes, Dave thought. Yes, yes, yes.

*** 

Opening his front door and gesturing Klaus inside, Dave began to hear the low thrum of his pulse in his ears. Klaus had been here a handful of times over the years they had been friends, but not since they’d got together. By unspoken agreement they had always hung out at Klaus’ place. But between Grace and Pogo and all his siblings, they didn’t get quite as much time just to themselves as they’d like. Dave knew that Klaus didn’t care about that, that he’d hardly flinch at the thought of his siblings hearing him cumming loudly from the next room. But Dave cared, and Klaus knew and respected that. So they’d been stealing little pockets of time as and when they could. However, the thought of having an entire afternoon together without fear of interruption sounded incredible.

Dave followed Klaus inside and the atmosphere in the room became so thick it was almost palpable. The air tasted of excitement. I wonder if Klaus can feel this too, Dave thought. Or maybe it stops feeling like this after a while.

Klaus paused to look back at Dave, who had, without realising it, hesitated in the doorway. Klaus flashed him a little questioning look, eyebrows pulling together slightly, and a wave of fondness rushed over Dave. I hope it doesn’t stop, thought Dave. I hope I can go on feeling like this forever.

Dave smiled and nodded, and Klaus took hold of his hand and led him upstairs. With each step, the thrumming in Dave’s ears got louder and louder. He was aware of Klaus’ fingers interlaced with his own, the thump of his heart against his ribs, the dark hair curling slightly behind Klaus’ ears, his delicate shoulders, the shift of the muscles across his back, the inverted triangle of his upper body as it tapered towards his tiny waist, the gentle sway of his hips as he climbed the stairs. It’s about to happen, thought Dave. It’s finally about to happen. 

Inside Dave’s room, Klaus turned, shutting the door softly behind them. Then he gently pushed Dave up against the closed door and brought their lips together. Dave sighed into the familiar wet push and slide of their lips. One of Klaus’ hands rested of Dave’s shoulder, the other on his neck, thumb stroking just beneath the jawline. Dave’s hands found Klaus’ hips, centring himself with the feeling of Klaus warm and solid under his hands. Klaus scraped his teeth against Dave’s bottom lip and Dave opened his mouth, feeling the press of Klaus’ hot tongue. He was acutely aware of Klaus’ hands when they slipped from Dave’s shoulders and down his chest, pushing under the hem of Dave’s tee to trace against the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. Dave felt that familiar warm pressure begin to build in his stomach. His groin felt tight. He could feel himself start to harden against Klaus’ leg. Between the slide of Klaus’ lips, the caress of Klaus’ fingers and the feel of Klaus firm and real and willing in Dave’s hands, Dave was overwhelmed with a sudden urgent ache and pulsing thrum. And in a wave of desire, he pushed forwards, walking Klaus back a couple of steps, then, catching even himself by surprise, collapsed them both down onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

“Oof,” Klaus let out, landing on his back, Dave’s weight on his chest. “Dave! Wha- why?”

“Sorry,” Dave said sheepishly through a smile. “Something just came over me.”

“Well, I liked it,” Klaus laughed, looking up at him seductively from eyes dark with desire, “a lot.” And he wrapped his arms around Dave’s back, pulled him down on top of him and brought their mouths together again.

Dave pushed down against him, arms propped either side of Klaus’ head, enjoying the feeling of Klaus underneath him, holding on to him, one of his knees resting in between Klaus’ slightly parted legs. Dave ran his tongue across Klaus’ bottom lip and Klaus opened his mouth for Dave. The wet push and slide of their lips and tongues sent sparks dancing across Dave’s skin and he felt the warm coil in his stomach tighten.

Dave heard a soft thunk, followed shortly by another and realised Klaus had toed off his shoes, letting them fall to the floor. With a bit of effort, Dave managed to wiggle his own feet out of his high tops.

Klaus’ hands slid across the planes of his back, then followed the curve of his spine down. They paused at the base of Dave’s back, before finally sliding lower and resting on Dave’s backside. Dave groaned into Klaus’ mouth and, encouraged, Klaus squeezed his hands and then nipped Dave’s lip with his teeth. Dave moaned again and kissed Klaus deeply. Dave could feel the pressure building between them again, that familiar urgency and build. The want. Dave shifted his hips slightly, and with the change in angle, he could suddenly feel Klaus hard against his thigh. Klaus sucked in a breath and his hips twitched upwards. Dave pressed forwards, his thigh now a firm weight between Klaus’ legs, giving Klaus something solid to push up against. Klaus twisted his own leg – the one that lay between Dave’s knees – and planted his foot on the bed. Squeezing his hands again, he pulled Dave’s hips forwards, encouraging Dave to grind his own hardness down against him.

Dave broke the kiss, keeping their faces together, moaning against Klaus’ lips and panting deeply. Klaus’ eyes were squeezed shut, his face scrunched slightly in pleasure as he continued to move against Dave.

“This feels so good,” Dave breathed, grinding down.

“Umm,” Klaus hummed. Then he opened his eyes, bringing one of his hands to Dave’s face, stroking a thumb along the cheekbone. “Is this what you want?”

Dave stared at him blankly, his hips still moving slowly.

“I mean,” Klaus corrected. “Is this how you want to cum?”

Dave swallowed thickly.

“Actually,” he said slowly. “I think I want your hand.”

Klaus smiled, then in one fluid motion, hooked his leg around one of Dave’s and rolled them over.

Klaus knelt up and stripped off his tee, the muscles of his stomach stretching as he pulled it up and over his head. Then he leaned forwards to help Dave pull his own off. Klaus’ eyes lingered over Dave’s chest, the smooth skin and toned muscle. He hesitated slightly, then stood up. He stripped off his socks and Dave pulled his own off too. Upright again, Klaus then wiggled out of his pants. Hands resting at the waistband of his boxers he looked down at Dave. Dave swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry, and watched wide-eyed as Klaus pulled them off. Dave’s breath caught and he stared openly at Klaus, completely naked before him for the first time, thick and hard and slightly leaking. Completely and utterly and breathtakingly beautiful. The thumping in Dave’s ears picked up again and a hot feeling of urgency was growing inside him.

Klaus crawled back onto the bed and knelt next to Dave, his hands went to the waistband of Dave’s pants and he caught Dave’s eye, checking for confirmation. Dave nodded quickly and Klaus unbuttoned Dave’s jeans shimmying them down his legs. Then, carefully, he pulled down the band of Dave’s boxers allowing Dave’s length to spring free. Dave saw the bob of Klaus’ Adam’s apple as he swallowed, eyes fixed between Dave’s legs, a hungry look Dave hadn’t seen before in his eyes. Klaus pulled Dave’s underwear off all the way, and then just knelt for a moment, looking down at Dave. Dave lay there before him, chest rising and falling rapidly, feeling a heady mix of exposed and aroused.

“Wow,” Klaus breathed quietly. Dave felt his cheeks heat slightly, but he glowed under Klaus’ gaze.

“Oh yeah?” Dave asked.

“Yeah,” Klaus replied confidently, eyes drinking him in for another long moment, before he grinned and bent down to place a searing kiss on his lips.

Sitting up again, Klaus said, “Come back here,” indicating the pillows at the head of the bed. Dave sat up and shuffled backwards, leaning back against the pillows and the headboard. Then Klaus positioned himself at Dave’s side, his body twisted and angled towards him. Dave turned and met Klaus’ lips in a deep, slow kiss. His hand rested on Klaus’ shoulder and then slowly trailed up his neck and worked its way into Klaus’ hair, lightly massaging the scalp. Klaus practically purred, arching into Dave’s touch. Klaus moved his lips to Dave’s neck. He nipped at his earlobe and sucked lightly at the skin beneath Dave’s jaw, before peppering a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck and sucking at the sensitive spot where it joined his shoulder. Dave sighed, feeling the twist in his stomach and tugged lightly on Klaus’ hair, directing him to the places he wanted attention.

Klaus detached his lips from Dave’s neck and slowly bobbed his head down further. Dave felt Klaus lick a warm stripe over his nipple, then used the point of his tongue to flick at the hardened nub before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently. Dave felt a jolt of pleasure flash straight from the point of contact of Klaus’ tongue to his groin and he felt himself twitch thickly. Klaus moved his head to the other side and repeated his ministrations. Dave buried both hands in Klaus’ wild hair, digging his blunt nails into the scalp causing Klaus to moan against his skin, the vibrations sending tiny shots of pleasure directly to Dave’s groin.

With a final sharp suck, Klaus brought his head back up and met Dave’s lips with his own. Dave pressed their lips together in a warm slide, and felt Klaus’ hand rest on his neck before he slowly trailed it down his chest, pausing to pinch and flick at the nipples, then allowing it to slide lower. Klaus pulled back a fraction and looked into Dave’s face. Eyes hooded, Dave’s tongue came out to wet his lips. Panting into the space between them, he gave a short nod. His heart was hammering against chest and there was a roaring in his ears. Looking down, Klaus gently took hold of Dave’s length and started pumping his hand up and down.

Dave’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt the skin all over his body begin to burn and a searing tingle course through his veins. It’s happening, Dave thought. It’s finally happening. Klaus’ grip was warm and firm and insistent. Dave was panting and moaning, his chest rising and falling, and he was distantly aware of Klaus’ lips on neck, on his mouth, by his ear, a whispered Yes, Dave and then a Beautiful. Dave’s fingers clenched in the sheet. He was so hard. So painfully, urgently hard. The pull and squeeze of Klaus’ hand drawing him closer and closer. Dave felt the pressure build, felt Klaus’ hand speed up, felt a sharp twist in his stomach and a tightening in his balls. He felt himself floating, being pulled closer, teetering on the edge, the firm, rhythmic tug of Klaus’ hand urging him on. And then Dave was there and he was cumming. His vision blurred to white and he was tensing and crying out and spurting in hot pulsing waves of release. Dave’s mind blanked and the world faded to warm, fuzzy sensation and a feeling of long-awaited contentment.

Dave’s chest heaved as he came. Klaus’ hand slowed, but he coaxed Dave through his orgasm, his eyes drinking in the sight of Dave’s face scrunched in pleasure and listening to his uninhibited grunts and gasps. Klaus felt his own arousal spike at the feeling of Dave pulsing and twitching in his hand and watching the thick ropes of cum fall over his fist.

Finally, Dave collapsed back, his muscles going limp, and a look of pure bliss on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and focused on Klaus’ face. Grinning widely, Klaus leaned forward to press a firm kiss against Dave’s lips. Dave pressed back lazily, then broke away, tilting his head back against the headboard, chest heaving and eyes falling shut. Still trying to steady his breathing, he whispered a quiet, “Wow.” Klaus felt a glow of pride. He leaned over Dave and grabbed a handful of tissues from Dave’s bedside table and cleaned the sticky mess from his hand.

“I think we might have got some on your sheets,” Klaus said absently, scrubbing slightly at the fabric.

“I don’t care,” Dave replied, opening his eyes again and looking back over at him. And once again, he was struck by the sight of Klaus naked in front of him, strong and solid and hard. Dave reached over, took the wadded up tissue from Klaus’ fingers and threw it in the direction of the bin and then gently took the warm, thick weight of Klaus into his hand. Klaus’ breathing stuttered, his eyes flicking between Dave’s face and his hand. Dave squeezed slightly, experimentally moving his hand up and then back down again. Klaus swallowed and his eyes fluttered shut. Fingers twitching in the sheets, Klaus shifted his hips, allowing his legs to fall open a fraction wider. Dave repeated the action, this time adding a sweep of his thumb over the tip. Klaus’ chest rose and fell.

“This feels weird,” Dave said.

Klaus’ eyes snapped open, “Wh-what?” he stuttered, eyes round and worried.

“Oh, no.” Dave said quickly. “Err, that came out wrong. I didn’t mean us. I meant this, the angle,” he indicated where his hand still rested on Klaus. “Since you said that thing about how we could touch each other how we touch ourselves, I’ve been thinking about it.” He paused. “A lot,” he added sheepishly. “But, actually, this feels completely different. It’s sort of backwards for a start.”

Klaus brought his hands up to scrub across his face, but when he brought them down he was grinning.

“Jeez, Dave,” he laughed. “You almost gave me a heart attack, man.”

“Sorry,” Dave said apologetically, then smiled. “Yeah,” he huffed out a laugh. “This would have been spectacularly bad timing for a sexuality crisis.” Klaus barked a laugh, which quickly turned to a groan as Dave squeezed, starting to move his hand again.

“Hang on,” Klaus said. Dave let go and Klaus sat up and shuffled over towards the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over so his feet were flat on the floor, legs spread. He looked back over at Dave and jerked his head, indicating for Dave to come over behind him.

“Why don’t we try it like this, instead?” Klaus grinned at Dave. “It might feel a bit more familiar for you.”

Dave rolled his eyes, smiling.

“You’re not going to let me forget that one, are you?”

“Hey Dave,” Klaus teased in mock recollection. “Remember that time we were getting it oooonnn for the first time,” he waggled his eyebrows, “and you thought it was a good idea to have a Moment?”

“Shut up,” Dave said fondly and Klaus grinned.

Dave crawled across the bed and shifted up behind Klaus, his chest pressing against Klaus’ back and his hands tracing down his toned arms. He leaned forwards and placed a kiss on the top of Klaus’ smooth shoulder. Klaus tilted his head back. Dave slowly kissed up the line of Klaus’ neck, sucking kisses into the sensitive skin. He licked a warm stripe up the crease behind Klaus’ ear and turned his head to nose into Klaus’ hair.

“Dave,” Klaus sighed breathily.

Dave slipped his hands under Klaus’ arms and stroked down Klaus’ chest. Klaus breathed deeply. Dave let his hand sink further, tracing down over Klaus’ taut muscles, following the faint line of dark hair from his belly button and then briefly raking through the scattering of coarse hair at the base of his cock. Then, his fingertip followed the ridge of a vein up along the silky smooth skin of the shaft and his thumb swiped along the slit, spreading a creamy glistening bead over the tip before Dave, once again, took Klaus in his hand. Klaus sighed, leaned back against Dave’s chest and spread his legs wider.

One hand stroking Klaus’ chest and occasionally tweaking his nipples, Dave’s other hand began pumping up and down. He enjoyed the feel of the solid warm hardness of Klaus in his fist and the small panting sounds Klaus was making. It somehow felt so achingly familiar but also completely new and different. Dave considered the shape and feel of Klaus’ cock in his hand: a fraction thinner than his own, perhaps, but also a little longer. Dave found his natural rhythm. The steady pace – the squeeze and the pull – that he favored when touching himself. He continued steadily, letting the pressure build, and focusing on the little sounds of pleasure coming from Klaus. Noticing how Klaus bit his bottom lip and scrunched his face, a pink flush appearing high on his cheeks. As his fist came up, Dave added a small twist of his wrist, flicking his thumb over the tip again. Klaus groaned, his fingers tangling in the sheets. Dave kissed Klaus’ neck, letting his teeth scrape across the skin and increased the pace of his hand. Klaus’ chest rose and fell rapidly, his hips twitched and his thighs tensed, and he began bucking his hips and pushing up into Dave’s hand. Dave let his other hand drop to Klaus’ leg, feeling the soft tickle of hair before running it up the inside of his thigh, making Klaus squirm. Dave took Klaus’ balls in his hand and rolled them gently. Klaus’ breath hitched, “D-Dave,” he stuttered. Dave tightened his grip on the shaft and increased the pace even more. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of Klaus’ chest, and the urgent, eager push of Klaus hips. His hand pumping rapidly in a sure and practiced rhythm, Dave rolled Klaus’ balls and gave them a gentle tug and suddenly Klaus was tensing, his stomach muscles tightening, thighs straining, breath catching. And with a thick twitch, he was gasping and trembling and releasing; hot bursts of cum spurting all over Dave’s hand and Klaus’ stomach.

Dave slowed his hand slightly, but continued to pump Klaus’ length until, with a final twitch, Klaus collapsed back against Dave, gasping and shuddering. Dave stilled his hand, but stayed put, giving Klaus time to catch his breath and supporting Klaus’ limp body against his sturdy chest. He stroked soothingly along Klaus’ bicep with his clean hand, then brought it up to Klaus’ forehead to push the slightly damp hair out of his eyes. Dave rubbed the fingers of his other hand together, feeling the sticky wetness slide between them. Klaus lazily watched the movement before twisting his head to catch Dave’s mouth in a kiss. Dave held their heads together for a second, then, making sure Klaus was supporting his own weight, pulled back and reached over for the tissues on his bedside table and carefully wiped the mess off Klaus’ stomach and then his own hand, before dropping the tissue in the bin.

Klaus flopped back, twisting so his head landed on a pillow and kicked his feet back onto the bed, stretching out, one hand behind his head. Dave grinned, then lay down on his back next to Klaus, their fingers interlacing between them as they enjoyed the glow of the moment.

After a second, Klaus turned his head to look at Dave.

“So,” he said, “was it how you’d thought it would be?”

“It was,” Dave grinned, “amazing.” He closed his eyes, remembering, “Just amazing.”

Klaus smiled warmly and looked back up at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he agreed, “it was.”

Dave paused, thinking, then turned on his side to face him. “To be honest, there was more talking than I expected.”

Klaus huffed out a laugh, considering. “Actually, yeah, that is true. More laughing too.”

Dave shook his head, smiling, “Didn’t think it would be so funny. Guess I need to work on my sexy vibe.”

Klaus turned his head to catch his eye, “Stop! Are you kidding? Your sexy vibe is fine.”

“Klaus, if you’re stopping in the middle to laugh, I’m clearly not doing something right.”

“Nope,” Klaus said, turning fully onto his side to face Dave properly, elbow out and propping his head on his hand. “I don’t agree. When I was with those,” he lazily flicked the air with his hand, “other people, there was no talking. And definitely no laughing. But then, I didn’t really know them at all. It was just sex. But with you,” he said, bringing his hand down the cover Dave’s on top of the bedspread, “it’s different. I don’t just know you. You’re my…” He broke off thinking. Dave held his breath.

“You’re my person,” Klaus finished. “We joke around all the time anyway, why shouldn’t we during sex, right? I mean, come on Davey! I just got a hand job from my person, who also made me laugh during, and, honestly, nothing I’ve experienced before even comes close to how good that feels. So, yeah, your sexy vibe is just fine.” He caught Dave’s eye and held his gaze. “Don’t try and be how you think you should be. Just be exactly who you are. And absolutely don’t think you ever need to change for me, because, you know. You’re Dave. I like you just as you are.”

Eyes shining slightly, Dave just looked back at him. “Klaus,” he whispered thickly, and, lost for words, pulled Klaus into a fierce hug, burying his face into the crook of Klaus’ neck. Klaus’ arms went around him and held him tight. This, Dave thought, almost overwhelmed with warmth and fondness, just this.

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Think Twice Part 8

“I am going to make sure you never even think of touching my girl ever again. I am going to make sure you wish you never even met her.”

Seth Rollins X OC X Jon Moxley/ Dean Ambrose

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Jon

I could feel something was wrong with Aria. I finished in the garage faster than I thought. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Just had a lot of callouts. We had to close an hour later than we normally did on a Saturday, but Cody did brighten it with extra pay for the couple hours I was there. 

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I always had this feeling when something was going to happen to Aria. When I was away from her, I did my best to shake it off, but even then it was hard.

I tried calling her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. It was odd. Minus Seth, I thought we had a great night. Did something happen between then? I dialed another number in my phone. “Hey, I need to talk to you about something. What is going on with Aria?” 

Alexa sighed into the other end, “You aren’t going to be happy.” 

Aria

I knew I should be pushing him off. I had just had sex with Jon. It wasn’t right to be doing it like this. The problem was the power that Seth had on my mind. He could twist my feelings and control my body to do as he wished. He knew my body to well to get away with this. I closed my eyes and let my fingertips fall down his abs. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer. I saw a smirk appear on his face. He knew he had won. I was letting him win. 

His hands undid my jeans slipping them from my hips. He pushed me back onto the desk. He ran a finger across my panties. “Were you trying to pretend you didn’t want this as bad as I do, but yet you are soaking wet?” He said with an eyebrow raised. He pushed his finger in between his lips. 

“It just isn’t right after my date,” I said biting my bottom lip as I watched him get on his knees. His hands pressed against my thighs as he spread them. I could feel his hot breath against my aching pussy. He brought his teeth down to my thong and pulled it down. I could feel his teeth scraping against my soft flesh. My body had a mind of its own as it arched to the touch. It wanted more. I couldn’t deny that in a way, I wanted more. I hated to admit it, but Jon and I weren’t exclusive to each other. It wouldn’t be wrong to sleep with Seth. This was only wrong because he cheated on me. He hurt me. That was enough to put the fight back in me. Once, he came back up from taking off my thong, I stopped his face with my hands. I knew what he was heading for. I wasn’t about to allow him the satisfaction just yet. “Stop, you...you hurt me. You don’t get to just come back and act like that didn’t sting.”

“I made a mistake.” He sighed as he got up from the floor. He cupped the side of my face. 

“You keep saying that. You keep saying you love me, but you never show it unless you want this. How am I supposed to know that you mean what you say?” 

“Simple, Miss. Aria,” his other hand grazed the inside of my thigh again. His hand went from my cheek to my hair as he gripped a chunk into his hands. “You are the only one, I will ever make love to.” He said his breath on my neck this time. He sent shivers down my spine. “Just give me another chance to prove to you that I can be the man you deserve. I wish you could see what you mean to me. Aria, you have always been my light. The reason I have to keep going.  I miss you, Aria.” 

“I miss you too,” I confessed. I really did miss him. I knew I shouldn’t. Maybe that was what drew me closer to him. “I just…” I moved his hand. “Being with Jon made me realize that I do deserve better. If I would take you back, I think you need more than sweet words.” I told him with a playful smile. 

He placed on my chest and pushed back down on the desk. His arm wrapped around my hips as he got back down onto his knees. “Oh, Aria, you are in for it now.” He spoke. I bit my lip. What did that mean? It didn’t take long for me to find out for his tongue went straight to my heated core. He started off slow with soft licks. His tongue gently grazed against my clit. He kept this up for a little bit longer. He slipped a finger into my core before wrapping his lips around my clit. My eyes rolled back into my head. He slipped a second digit in, curling them perfectly to my g-spot. There was one thing that Seth topped. We had been together so long, he knew my body better than I did. He could make my body turn into jello almost instantly. My legs shook around his shoulder as I got closer to my high. He let go of my clit with a pop. He moved his hand so his thumb could perfectly reach my clit as he rubbed it. He got up from his knees and leaned over me. His long black hair encasing me in it. “I am going to show you how a man who is madly in love fucks.” He told me before he began to suck on my neck. He was right back on my sweet spot.  

“Seth, please,” I begged. 

He smirked against my neck. “Your begging is like music to my ears.” He pulled his fingers out and got off the top of me. He flipped me over so I was bending over the desk. 

“If you want to make love, don’t you need to be able to see me?” I asked him. I didn’t mind this position. It was one of my favorites. We had also never done it in his office before. I had always been scared of getting caught. Lust had kicked that fear out the window. 

“Baby girl, this is only just the beginning.” He said as he slipped his manhood deep inside me. 

Jon

“What is going on?” I asked Alexa as I walked into her apartment. I didn’t bother ringing the doorbell. After how our conversation ended, I knew she would be expecting me. 

“Look, Aria said somethings before I came home that I was hoping,” She paused for a moment. “I was hoping she wasn’t serious about them. Apparently, she was.” She took a deep breath. “She said something about Seth still being in her head even after having a great night with a guy like you.” 

My heart stopped. “What do you mean a guy like me? Is that supposed to insult me or something?” 

She shook her head, “No, it isn’t, but you are very sweet and kind. Seth also has some weird hold on her. I think she believes she needs him or that he is end game. I don’t know. I was worried that it might be too soon for us to be doing this. We should have waited another month. 

I shook my head, “He would have gotten her back. He would have more leeway if I wasn’t around.” 

“Either way, she’s at his gym right now. I tracked her phone location down when she wasn’t here. I know she wants closure to be able to move on, but he isn’t going to give it to her.” 

I shook my head, balling my fists. “This motherfucker. His hold was a lot tighter than I thought he had.” 

“Well, after you left and he took care of her after the accident, it got a lot tighter. I tried to warn you when you talked about coming back for her that this wouldn’t be easy.”

“Love isn’t supposed to be easy. I love Aria. I made a promise to myself and her that outweighs any promise Seth made to her father. I thought that running away would have been the best for her. It has become a lot clearer that it was the worst idea yet.” 

“I tried to tell you that when she was in a coma. You let your emotions get the best of you. We all know what Seth is capable of. Aria needs to get out before something really bad happens. That’s the only reason I am helping you. For my best friend to have a chance at a good life. I know you will take care of her, so don’t screw this up.” She told me as she got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. She let her words hang in the air for a couple of moments before she spoke again. “I don’t mean march down to Seth’s office and demand to see her. I think we both know that is a bad idea, but I think you got to start playing dirtier.” 

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Family ties- Part 10

This is the next part of my dad! Ben Hardy series which I hope everyone is enjoying so far. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) were single parents but they are trying to raise their kids together as one big family. Now they’re finally having a baby of their own, but that proves hard when there’s a problem with their baby.

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"Are you ready to see your mum?" Ben leaned his frame against the living room door, his eyes set on his three kids whose heads all snapped round to see him. Each of them surprised that he was here since they didn't hear him enter the house.

None of the kids had seen Ben for just over two days now since he had had to rush off to the hospital. His mum had graciously agreed to look after the kids until Ben could come back home since he desperately wanted and needed to be at the hospital with (Y/n). He hadn't been able to come home because he was waiting for news on Billy and then he and (Y/n) had gone down to see him. Ben had hung around until this morning just to make sure (Y/n) and Billy were both okay before he ventured home to grab them both some stuff and get the kids to take them to see her and Billy.

Ben knew it was still very early days yet, Billy was only just over a day old and was recovering from surgery but he had surpassed the doctor's expectations by even making it through the thirteen-hour operation. Ben wanted to stay at the hospital but he also wanted to see the kids so he thought he could take them to see Billy and be with (Y/n) for a few hours.

"Daddy!" Ellie squealed, bounding off the sofa so she could tackle Ben and wrap herself around him like a vine. Gently nudging her back a little, Ben bent down on his knees so he was level with her which allowed him to wrap her up in his arms.

He smiled when he felt Cody wrapping his arms around Ben's neck, laying himself on his dad's shoulder as Hugo hurried over and hugged Ben's other side.

"The baby's okay then?" Hugo whispered when Ben leaned back so he could look at them all, his eyes diverting to look at his eldest who had a glimmer of worry in his eyes. Hugo was a bit older than the other two, he understood that both his parents had been worried that the new baby wouldn't be okay whereas they had led Cody and Ellie to believe that even though the baby was sick, he would be fine. It had been a risky decision for the couple but it was easier in the long run rather than to have Cody and Ellie afraid something was going to happen.

"He's okay."

"Did they make baby's heart better?" Ellie asked, tilting her head up to look at Ben with her big blue eyes that made him melt every time.

"Yeah, princess, they made his heart better. But he's still not very well so he has to be looked after by the doctors. Your mum's missed you all, shall we go see her?" In the blink of an eye, Ben watched as all three kids disappeared behind him to go and grab their coats and get their shoes on so they could go as quick as humanly possible. None of them had liked not seeing either of their parents for two days, especially when they knew something was going on with their new baby brother. They weren't passing up the chance to go and see (Y/n).

Pushing himself to his feet, Ben smiled at his mother who walked through into the living room when she heard the commotion. Ben stuffed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans as he leaned his weight on his left leg, his eyes softening at his mother's calm but worried expression.

"How are they both?" His mother leaned her head to the side as she folded her arms over her chest. Ben didn't have to sugar coat anything when talking to his mother, he didn't have to put on a brave face and act like he was coping if he wasn't. If the operation had gone wrong Ben wouldn't have been able to pretend he was coping at all and his mother would have known it, but even though it had gone well, Ben didn't think he was coping amazingly well.

He felt as if he was simply waiting for something to go wrong and he couldn't shake that feeling no matter what he did. Whenever Billy's heartbeat fluctuated and went too high or too low, Ben thought 'this is it, I'll lose him' and he couldn't stop himself from panicking and going into overdrive. Whenever a nurse came to check on Billy he assumed something was wrong and Ben just knew something was bound to happen.

"(Y/n)'s doing good, she's actually sleeping now. And Billy... he's stable, we get to hold him in a week or so." A small smile pulled at Ben's lips at the thought of being able to hold his fourth child. With both the boys Ben had instantly been able to hold them so to have to refrain from trying to take Billy out of the incubator made Ben feel odd. It was like there was an itch deep inside his chest that was only going to go away when he held his boy in his arms.

Billy was still dosed on a lot of medication and the anaesthetic wasn't worn out of his system yet so he wasn't moving and he wasn't awake yet. But when they got his medications under control and his heartbeat was stable, then the parents could hold him.

"That's good news, tell (Y/n) I'll be in tomorrow to see her."

Ben nodded but as much as he felt his lips curving into a smile, he could feel the tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He snapped his eyes closed when his mum wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug that simply made him want to cry.

"Hey, he's going to be okay. He's gotten this far, you've just got to wait it out now." With a nod, Ben kissed her cheek before he pulled away and headed into the hallway to sort out the kids.

Ben rubbed at his eyes to make sure any stray tears were gone so that the kids didn't think something was wrong before he bent down on his knees in front of Ellie who was sat on the stairs. He took her shoes from her hands and helped slip them onto her feet, seeing she had her ruby red coat on already and the boys were rearing to go.

"Right, are we all ready?"

It didn't take too long to get to the hospital which Ben was rather thankful for. As much as he was happy that all the kids were enthusiastic, their questions about Billy got a little too much for Ben because he didn't have any of the answers. He couldn't tell them when Billy would be able to come home, when (Y/n) was coming home, if Billy was going to need special care or if he was still going to be poorly when he came home. He couldn't tell them anything about Billy's condition and that hurt because Ben had the same questions and he wanted the same answers they did.

Ben settled Ellie on his hip and held Cody's hand as they all entered the hospital. He guided the four of them down the corridor to get to (Y/n)'s room although both Cody and Hugo ran ahead when Ben told them which room was (Y/n)'s.

Ellie leaned her head on Ben's shoulder, smiling when he bounced her on his hip as he followed the boys into (Y/n)'s room.

"Surprise, mummy." Ellie kept her head resting on Ben's shoulder but she waved her hand out at (Y/n) as she giggled, knowing Ben hadn't told (Y/n) he was bringing the kids in to see her. He thought a small surprise might make her smile.

"Hey baby, come here." (Y/n) waved her arms out to Ellie when the boys ran over to her and burrowed into her arms on either side of the bed. She kissed the top of their heads as she hugged them both tightly to her chest, feeling like she was going to cry. It had been a few days now since she had seen the kids and that was before she'd had Billy. She missed them all, she wanted to be back home with them and to take Billy home with them too. But at least whilst she was here she could go and see Billy whenever she felt like it since he was only down the corridor.

"Princess, don't lean on mummy's tummy." Ben warned when he sat down on the side of the bed, letting Ellie crawl from his lap over to sit next to (Y/n).

Ellie glanced at (Y/n)'s stomach, clearly trying to avoid touching her before she wrapped her short arms around (Y/n)'s neck and tucked herself into (Y/n)'s arms. Cody scrambled up onto the bed too as Hugo sat down on the chair in front of Ben.

"Y-your tummy d-deflated." Cody stated quietly, tilting his head to one side as he looked at (Y/n)'s stomach. His words caused both parents to smile and caused Ellie to blink in realisation as she also turned her attention to stare at (Y/n)'s stomach. Her stomach was still round and she had a bump but she looked like she was four or five months gone.

"Yeah, the baby's not there anymore honey, my stomach's going back to normal now." (Y/n) rubbed her hand over her stomach, being mindful of the stitches that littered horizontally across her stomach just below her belly button. She couldn't stretch or twist around too much in case she pulled the stitches but due to the meds she had taken, (Y/n) could hardly feel any pain or discomfort yet which was a good side to this.

"Where is baby?" Ellie looked around the room without pushing herself up since she was laid down against (Y/n). The little girl looked confused when she couldn't find the baby in the room with them.

"He's in another room being looked after by the doctors, sweetheart." (Y/n) responded, leaning her head on top of Ellie's as the little girl hummed in response.

"C-can w...we see him?" Cody turned his head to look at Ben, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes as he suddenly wondered what his baby brother looked like and whereabouts he was in the hospital. But his face fell at the expression on Ben's face that he had seen too many times before. Ben was happy that Cody wanted to see Billy but at the same time, he didn't think it would be the best idea.

Cody and Ellie were still young and seeing Billy laid motionless might confuse and upset them. He had a tube up his nose for breathing, stickers and needles connected to his skin and his chest which also had stitches running down his very small chest. The sight wouldn't be something Ben really wanted his two younger kids to see in case it upset them since the sight made Ben want to cry at the best of times.

"I don't think that's a good idea, buddy. Billy isn't very well, you wouldn't be able to hold or touch him and he's sleeping at the minute."

"Can I see him dad?" Hugo looked over at Ben, a pleading look in his eyes as he hoped Ben would agree. He was older then the others, he would be able to see Billy and not be scared or confused and he wanted to go and see him. Hugo hadn't initially been pleased about the prospect of another sibling but he knew both his parents were so thrilled at the thought of a baby together and Billy was his brother, he wanted to go and see him since he was ill.

"Are you sure you want to?" Ben sighed through the words, knowing that if Hugo really wanted to then he was old enough and mature enough to go and visit Billy even if it was only for a minute. "Alright, come on I'll take you now and then we'll come back here."

Ben stood up and motioned for Hugo to get up as well, he would take him down now and then could come back here and take all three kids back home soon when they were ready. Leaning over, Ben pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s forehead before he rested his hand on Hugo's back and guided his eldest out of the room.

"So... what's actually wrong with him?" Hugo tilted his head up to look at Ben when they were safely out of the room. He didn't want to ask when his siblings were around because he knew they were the reason that Ben and (Y/n) were so vague with saying what was wrong and he didn't want to upset (Y/n) either by asking. Hugo knotted his hands together in front of him as his curiosity made him wonder what was wrong but Ben's reluctance to talk made him wonder if he really wanted to know or not.

"You know where your heart is?" Ben tilted his head down to look at Hugo as they walked down the corridor slowly. Hugo nodded in response, unsure where Ben was going with this. "Well... Billy's heart was on the outside, not the inside."

How was Ben meant to explain it to an eight-year-old?

"What, on top of his chest, like, his ribs? And it still works?" Hugo looked down at his own chest as he wondered how it was possible that Billy's heart could work when it wasn't in the right place.

"Yeah, his heart's fine, it's just not where it should be. But he had an operation and it's put back in his chest now, we just need to wait for him to recover and get better." Ben directed the pair of them around the corner and down an adjoining corridor before slowly coming to a stop outside of the room Billy was in. He was in a smaller room with only three other newborns which Ben preferred because it meant there weren't going to be hoards of parents in there all at once hovering around their newborns.

Ben noticed Hugo looked a little reluctant as they walked into the room, he pressed his frame into Ben's side as he looked around the room before his eyes landed on the incubator that Ben was pointing to. The pair headed over to the incubator that Ben had been glued to over this past day since Billy had been moved in here.

A calming smile took over Ben's lips when he looked down at Billy who still hadn't moved yet showing he was still unconscious. Ben knew it was preferable to have Billy asleep right now so he could recover rather than having him awake but dosed up on painkillers and God knows what else which would make him sleepy anyway. But a part of Ben still yearned for Billy to wake up so he could see him move and be reassured that he actually was okay.

Tilting his head down, Ben looked over at his eldest whose eyes looked a mix between sad and fearful as he stared at his youngest sibling. Somehow, Billy didn't look real. With a sheet of glass separating him from Hugo, he looked more like a damaged doll than a real baby. He had small wrinkles around his closed eyes and his button nose, he had puffy blotched red cheeks and he wasn't moving a muscle. But what caught Hugo's attention was the stitches on Billy's chest.

There was a straight line going from Billy's collar bone down to his torso which didn't look too extensive but that was because Billy was only small in size. His skin was a very vibrant shade of red like he had been scratching away at his skin and there were bruises beginning to form around the navy blue butterfly stitches keeping his skin pulled tightly together. But on the right side of Billy's chest, there was a small, uneven circular mark which was clearly where his heart had been before it was put back in place.

Without saying anything and without being prompted by Ben, Hugo reached out towards the incubator and slowly slipped his hand through the circular opening that was there so they could have some small form of contact with Billy.

Ben watched with watering eyes as Hugo took Billy's small fist in his hand and started to brush his thumb over his brother's tiny hand.

"I hope he gets better soon."

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"Something's wrong." Ben mumbled the words quietly as he leaned his head closer, his eyes narrowing like the lens of a camera zooming in on his baby boy. (Y/n)'s left hand continued to gently brush over the thin tufts of hair on Billy's head through the small opening in the incubator but she leaned her head closer to the incubator to try and get a better look at Billy when Ben's words concerned her.

She felt Ben's chest pressing against her back as he leaned over her shoulder to try and catch a better look at Billy but (Y/n) wasn't sure what he was looking for. Billy was bound to have good and bad days, it had only been three days since his operation, he was four days old with a heart condition. He wasn't going to be moving about very much now even though he was awake, his medication made him drowsy.

"He's got a rash." Ben pointed with his free hand to Billy's right arm and when (Y/n) looked closer, she noticed that his boy did indeed have small red dots glimmering against his pale skin that was blotching red around the rash.

She was about to say that it was simply a reaction to his heart because his blood vessels had been moved, some blood was bound to rise to the surface of his skin. But she stopped herself from speaking when something else had clearly caught Ben's eye. He pulled away from (Y/n) so he could stand closer to the incubator, almost pressing his face against the glass as he stared down at Billy who looked like he was now asleep from the medication.

Unsure what Ben was searching for, (Y/n) retracted her hand from the incubator and the moment she did, Ben reached his own hand inside and slowly skimmed his fingertips over Billy's face and down to his chest.

"Ben, what's wrong?"

"His lips are blue, he's not getting enough oxygen." Ben's words were quiet but they were full of confusion because Billy had a tube taped to his nose that let oxygen into his lungs in case he wasn't capable of taking proper breaths yet. He should be getting a filtered amount of oxygen that would be enough for him, his lips or any of his skin shouldn't be turning blue because he shouldn't be lacking in oxygen.

Biting down on her lip, (Y/n) reached over and pressed the emergency button for a nurse to come over because she didn't want to take any chances when it came to Billy's health. If there was even the slightest thing wrong they needed it sorting out because they couldn't afford anything to be wrong when Billy wasn't well right now. The smallest thing could affect him badly and turn the tables when right now, everything was okay.

(Y/n) rested her hand on Ben's arm, her frightened eyes watching as Ben's expression changed. She knew every facial expression Ben made and she knew what emotions they connected to and how he was feeling and right now, he was trying so hard not to panic because he was concerned. He was deeply concerned and he looked very agitated. His features were hardening like they were set in stone, his brows were furrowed but his hand was skimming ever so gently up and down Billy's chest.

"His heartbeat isn't fluctuating... it's low because there's something wrong." Ben whispered the words but they were enough to make (Y/n)'s head spin like she was going to faint.

They were told Billy's heartbeat would go up and down because his body was still getting used to the adjustments that had been made to his chest and it was having to heal torn tissues and stitches and changes. Neither of them had thought anything of his heartbeat being rather low when they came in today, but Ben wasn't so sure it was nothing anymore. If he wasn't getting enough oxygen, there was a big chance that his heartbeat was low because there was something wrong, not just because of some pattern.

So what was wrong with him?

[enmstorytime]

The Vulnerable Writer: Chapter 1

I got a job teaching creative writing at all-male college a few weeks after my thirtieth birthday. I had spent years preparing for this position, and I was excited to get into the classroom. Throughout my college career, my instructors had taught me the importance of my stories, and had instilled in me a powerful desire for honest, vulnerable story telling. 

When my students turned in their first set of stories, I realized how much work I had to do as a teacher. Their writing wasn’t bad, but every story I read was lacking true, vulnerable humanity. 

I spent a week pondering how to teach vulnerable story telling. Finally I had an idea that might have been a little unconventional, but that I felt would help get the point across.

“I want to teach you a lesson about vulnerability,” I told my students the next afternoon in class. 

I could feel my stomach flutter as I thought through my rehearsed speech one last time.

“As a teacher, I believe it’s my job to teach through example. How can I expect you to be vulnerable in your writing if I don’t demonstrate vulnerability in my own life.”

My students looked at me with expressions of confusion, and I almost stopped, but I plowed forward.

“Because I want you to learn vulnerability, I’m going to reward you as a class for each vulnerable piece one of you writes. The writer of each vulnerable piece will get to start the class  by coming to the front of the room and removing a piece of my clothing. I will teach for the rest of the semester without the clothing you take away.”

Every eye in the classroom traveled up and down my toned body. My suit had been tailored tight enough to show off the curves of my muscles.

“You mean, you’re going to get naked for us?” One of my students asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Maybe,” I said, trying to smile, although I could feel the fear. “But only if you write vulnerable pieces.” 

“Bullshit,” the student said, and the rest of the class snickered. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Write some vulnerable stories, and you might get to see it,” I replied.

“And you’ll just teach us for the rest of the semester with your dick out?” The student asked.

He was on the football team, close cropped hair, thick thighs, and a little bit of a beer belly hanging over the waistband of his jeans.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

When my students turned in their next essay, there was only one vulnerable story. 

I emailed the writer, Cody, to set up a meeting with him and discuss ideas for how I could get the rest of the class excited about writing vulnerable pieces. We met during office hours the day before our next class.

When Cody came into my office, I noticed the way his eyes traveled up and down my body as we shook hands. His hand was firm, and the rest of him was thin and lean.

"So Cody," I said, after we had exchanged pleasantries. "I wanted to say thanks for writing such a vulnerable piece."

"You're good at motivation," he replied, his eyes scanning up and down my body again.

"I wanted to talk to you about that," I said.

I decided that I was going to play with him a little, while we chatted, as a reward. I loosened my tie, and unbottoned the top button on my shirt. His eyes followed my hands, soaking in the extra inch of exposed skin.

"You're the only student in class who wrote anything vulnerable." I continued. "Do you think that my motivational techniques are working for the rest of the class?"

"Most of the other guys don't believe you'll actually commit," Cody replied. "I know there are a few of us who are gay in the class, and once they're convinced it's genuine, I'm sure they'll bring the vulnerability."

"But do you think it'll reach the whole class?" I asked, standing and removing my suit jacket, draping it across the back of the chair. 

"I think so," Cody replied, his eyes trailing my every movement. "I heard the straight guys talking about how funny it would be to have a teacher's dick flopping around the classroom. They might not be as interested, but they definitely are into it for the joke."

I nodded, the mental image of me stark-naked walking around the classroom, flashed into my head. I could feel my dick stiffening, as I imagined it flopping around in front of thirty pairs of male eyes. I had to shake off the mental image of leaning over Cody's desk to help him with his essay. In my imagination, the minute I leaned over, he reached out and wrapped a hand around my penis.

"Is the curiosity enough though?" I aksed.

"I think so," Cody replied. They just need to know that you're committed. Once the clothes start disappearing, you'll be naked in no time."

Cody's eyes settled on my crotch, which had started to tent against my tight suit pants.

"I hope you're right," I replied, while rolling my sleeves up my forearms. "Regardless, I also wanted to call you in here to reward you for being the first writer who risked vulnerability in the class."

Cody's eyes followed the fabric inching up my arms, tracing the lines where skin disappeared behind shirt.

"Reward me?" Cody asked, leaning forward, his eyes flicking back to the tenting at my crotch. 

"Absolutely," I said, pulling my tie off. "I have a few rewards in mind for you, and I'm going to let you choose one."

I could see Cody's jeans stretching across the front, and I knew that he was excited for whatever reward I had in mind.

"You can pick one of the following," I told Cody, unbottoning one more button, revealing a patch of thick, dark chest hair. "You can stand up and take all of my clothes off right now, and we can spend the next fifteen minutes doing whatever you want to do in this office with the door locked."

Cody's hand traveled down to the front of his jeans, where his fingers squeezed his dick over his jeans.

"Or," I continued. "You and I can make an agreement right now, that every meeting you schedule with me will be a clothing free meeting for me. You won't be allowed to touch, but the minute you come into my office, and we lock the door, I will strip completely naked and stay that way for the entire time you're in my office."

Cody ran his fingers up and down the front of his jeans.

"Or your final option is you can come over here, strip me out of all of my clothes, and we can spend three minutes alone together, where we can do anything. Those three minutes will start as soon as my underwear is off. Then, you'll get to put all of my clothes into your backpack, and walk out of here leaving me completely naked in my office for the rest of the day. I'll have to sneak out of my office, through the parking lot, and to my car, totally naked. Then I'll have to drive home naked."

Cody's fingers slid down into the waistband of his jeans. 

"God," Cody said, his hand moving slowly inside his jeans. He trembled a little as he sat their, rubbing his penis inside his jeans. 

I wanted so badly to step across the office and rip his clothes off his body and put him inside my mouth. The minute he chose how my clothes were going to be removed he would find a pair of silky black briefs damp with precum, and he would get to see my penis at full-mast, desperate to be pressed up against him.

"You're serious?" Cody asked, pulling his hand out of his jeans.

A string of precum stretched from his waistband to the spot on the desk where he was resting his hand now. He looked sheepish and wiped it on his shirt.

"You get to choose." I nodded. "One way or another, you're going to leave with a preview of what the rest of the class is in for, if they start writing vulnerably."

Cody closed his eyes for a second, a smile spreading across his face.

"God," he said again. "I'm going to see the hottest professor on campus naked."

He stood up and crossed the room. We were inches apart as he reached up and began unbottoning my shirt. My chest hair led into my abs. In seconds, my shirt had dropped to the floor behind me.

"Time starts when your underwear is off?" Cody asked, grabbing the hem of his own shirt and pulling it up over his head.

He was thin, but the thinness accentuated the tightness of his six-pack and veiny arms. 

"It does." I said, taking in his pale chest and stomach.

"Then I'm not gonna waste a minute," he said, kicking off his shoes, unbottoning his jeans, and pulling his jeans and underwear down to the floor in one swift motion. He stepped quickly out of the heap of his clothing pooled at his feet. He stood naked in front of me, except for his socks. His penis brushed against the front of my suit pants, leaving a trail of precum across my front. 

He peeled his socks off of his feet and pushed me down on top of my desk, leaning over me, naked and dripping precum across my bare chest.

He undressed me slowly. His lips traveled up and down my bare torso, leaving little wet marks up and down my chest and abs. I squirmed in pleasure, aware that the rules enabled him to do this without starting our real time. I was very happy that I had planned this loophole into the rules.

His hands slid over my crotch, and then down my legs to my shoes. He pulled them off and pulled my socks off. Each piece of clothing he pulled away he walked back to his backpack, penis pointing the way across the room, bouncing and dripping across my office.

I watched his penis bounce back to me as he reached for my suit pants, He unbottoned and unzipped them, and slid them slowly, inch-by-inch down my thick, hairy thighs. He moaned with longing as more and more skin came into view. 

After a full minute of his slow sliding, I laid across the top of my desk in nothing but some very damp black silk briefs. He ran his lips up and down my legs. I moaned as his lips reached my underwear.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Cody said, climbing onto the desk, his body over mine, his legs squeezing against mine. I shuddered at the ecstasy of his skin touching mine. 

He grabbed the waistband of my briefs with his hands and tore with all the excitement a twenty-one-year-old naked, hard man can muster. They gave way with a loud RIPPPP, and I laid naked across my office desk, my penis pointing directly up toward him.

He knelt over me, one hand holding my hands above my head, the other hand grasping my penis with desperation. I gasped in pleasure as his hand slid up and down my slick cock. 

"God," he sighed again, his tongue sliding down my torso. When he couldn't reach any further, he released my hands, both of his hands grasping around my waist, pulling my penis closer and closer to his mouth, until he had embraced me with the wet warmth of his tongue.

I came as soon as his mouth slid down my shaft. An explosion of pleasure. 

"God," he whispered once more, after he swallowed my load.

I wanted to put him inside my mouth, but he laid down on top of me now, his skin pressed full-bodied against mine.

He started the motion slow, his penis rubbing against my abs, his hips pushing in-out-in-out. I felt his movements, and matched them with my hips pushing against his leaking penis.

I wasn't the only quick-cummer. He let out a loud moan as his body tensed once, twice, three times and his hot cum spilled over my stomach and onto my desk. 

We spent the rest of our three minutes laying on the desktop, arms wrapped around each other, his cum sticky and warm pressed into our stomachs.

At the end of the three minutes he climbed off the desk, wiped his beautiful penis off with some tissues, and quickly redressed.

"You're my favorite teacher," he said, smiling as he zipped his backpack closed with all of the clothing I had brought to campus today. "See you in class."

I laid for another ten minutes across my desk, naked and covered in his cum. My trip home would certainly be an adventure.