Our Life: Cove x MC: A Quiet Night
This is a little HC / continuation of the moment "Drive" in the game, just for reference
Authors Note: Most of Kyra's dialogue is directly from the game, and I tried to make this as accurate to the canon story as possible! FYI, both characters are 18 in this.
Cove had gotten a call during your relaxation day from his mother, and when he had walked off to talk to Kyra, he revealed upon your request that he had to take some stuff back home, here, from her place. His only point of regret is that this trip was going to shorten the time you two had together during the summer before you would go off to college.
However, you both came to the grand conclusion of Cove driving you both to her apartment, spending the night there, then returning the following morning. This way he could retrieve his "junk," as his mom calls it, and you could spend time with him as if you two had never left Sunset Bird.
The car ride over to Nevada and to Kyra's apartment was actually very mundane... maybe too mundane because you had to hold yourself back from distracting Cove on the road even though all you've been thinking about the past few months was getting him to open up and try to help him feel less nervous about physical intimacy. He was just an awkward and flustered guy- he couldn't exactly help it... but with you... maybe you could.
When the two of you got to Kyra's apartment, finally, Cove carried the bags you both brought for the overnight stay in his hands while you carried a few folded cardboard boxes up. He simply wouldn't have you doing any of the heavy lifting, and you really didn't mind that at all.
"There he is! My gigantic baby boy; are you even taller than the last time I saw you?" Kyra asks with her usual fondness for her son.
Cove let out a short chuckle and brushed off her height comment, she always said that to him when he came over.
"So how was the trip?" She asked with mild concern- she wanted to make sure that even with her desire for Cove's items to be gone and declutter his room, she ultimately didn't want to bother you both too much.
"We barely made it." You reply with a small huff, a hand coming up to wipe mock sweat off your forehead.
"We handled it just fine." Cove rephrased for you, a friendly glare in his eye as he clarified.
Kyra seemed to be happy with your answers, and she quickly directed the conversation to you both being able to get some rest considering the late hour you both arrived. She mentioned the couch being relatively comfortable- at least for an overnight stay, but Cove interjected and offered his bed to you, like usual, and he would sleep on the floor.
Kyra made a small quip at the memory of you both sharing the small space in the RV back when you were young teenagers back on a road trip you all had together, questioning whether you both could handle being in a room alone, which made Cove groan with blush dusting across his cheeks.
"All funny stuff aside, you need to get some sleep for tomorrow. Seems like you're setting yourselves up to not get any." Kyra commented softly, seemingly concerned for the wellness of you both.
Cove defended you both by saying you both were adults, and although you definitely had other plans for tonight... you agreed with Cove. You both were adults. Kyra relented, then briefly showed you where the restroom and her bedroom was before letting you go off to sleep.
You sauntered into the bedroom where Cove was unpacking his stuff, but made no mention of what your true intentions were yet, you would need to be in the perfect moment to try and ease him into this.
You brushed your teeth and switched into your bedtime clothes, soft pajama pants and a cami, then reappeared into your shared bedroom.
"Hey... how come I'm always the one who sleeps on the floor? Any time we had a sleepover back at home you've always had the bed and I'm stuck with the ground!" Cove said, seemingly having come to a revelation of his own.
"Well... we can always break that tradition." You suggested smoothly, coming up to Cove, then taking his hands as you sat back against the mattress.
He looks away, blushing softly, his brows knitted together, "I told my mom I was going to sleep on the floor..."
"Did you really believe you were going to do that when you told her you would?" You asked with a slight raise in your eyebrows.
"...No." He responded with a small pout, then his eyes looked back into yours.
You give him a soft smile, like you were comforting him, which you were, then bring his cheek in to kiss him.
"Come on, get settled. I'll go turn off the lights." You murmured softly against his lips, and with a final kiss, you slipped out of his gentle embrace to turn the switch.
When the two of you were encased in the darkness, save for the gentle blue rays that poked through the blinds like the color of the ocean back in Sunset Bird, you made your way to the other side of the bed, then settled on your side, facing Cove.
It was quiet amongst the two of you, your gaze soft and loving on Cove, and for a moment, you almost didn't want to try and go farther. The moment was so tranquil and perfect. Cove was comfortable, close, warm, and you could reach out and touch his face if you wanted to.
His hand eventually found its way up to your arm under the comforter, then his fingertips gently grazed your exposed skin, his short fingernails barely grazing your skin too.
The soft smile couldn't be erased from your face as he remained so calm in front of you, but that all came to a screeching halt when his eyes came up to your lips for a few moments too long then his body tensed, his fingers stopping in their movements.
He whispered something to himself, but before he could scramble out of the bed, you moved an arm across his body to keep him in place, "Wait, wait, wait!" You quickly spewed out, "What's wrong?!"
Cove looked at you, his eyes initially wide, then ever-so-slightly softened when he took in your expression and face. "I- I don't think I can share the bed after all." He replied quickly, his chest rising and falling erratically.
"No, no, no, wait. Please just- just wait." You plead him, then slowly move your arm away from across him.
Cove blinks worriedly several times, his chest rising and falling, resembling a shaky leaf in the wind, but it was likely because of how fast he got up rather than what he got worried about.
"Why don't you want to sleep next to me?" You ask softly, holding yourself back from scooting closer to him and placing a hand on his, instead settling for your hands remaining in your lap.
Cove closes his eyes, then his hands come up to press against them. "No... god, it's not that I don't want to," he begins, then sighs sharply, "I do, I really, really do, Y/N." Then he looks at you with a sorry expression.
"It's just.." he begins, swallowing, "I get.. nervous.. and I really thought this time it would be different- I thought I could handle it, but you're... you, and you make me feel things too much that makes me feel like I need more." He quickly rambles, his fingers fidgeting amongst themselves as he tries to put a voice to his emotions.
"Are these good things?" You asked simply, your eyes looking into his, even with his gaze averted down to the blankets in front of him.
"They're complicated things." He mumbles, "I mean... they are good, but I don't think I'm ready to act on them," a pause, "I don't want to rush into doing something because I think I'm ready and then we do stuff and then I mess it up, or worse, you get upset, because I don't know what I'm doing."
You furrowed your eyebrows sympathetically at him- you wouldn't ever get upset at Cove, your darling boyfriend and childhood best friend, simply because he didn't know how to do something, especially if he had good intentions and it was for the both of your sakes.
"Cove... I really hope you know I wouldn't ever get upset if you messed something like that up, if what I'm thinking of is what you are." You responded, trying to coax him out of his sorry state, "Please look at me."
He sighed to himself, then looked up at you with such a pathetic expression, his eyes soft and guilty like a scolded puppy. As much as you wanted to give him the space he needed, you couldn't help yourself but to reach out to brush your thumb against his cheek. Fortunately, Cove leaned into your touch and closed one of his eyes, which gave you the confidence to scooch, carefully, slowly, over to his side once more.
"You never need to be scared of messing something up around me. I know I tease you a lot, but that's only because we're best friends before anything else. I know how much you don't want to hurt me or ruin a good moment, but you won't know how good a moment can be if you don't at least give it a chance." You tell him softly, then lean up and give him a featherlight kiss.
He searched your eyes for several seconds, internally contemplating on what you just told him. He really didn't want to mess this up, he wanted the first time you both did anything more to be perfect, or at least as perfect as he could manage, but your words of advice and understanding were simply too much for him to reject.
"I'm sorry I always get like this when the moment gets too hot or real. I know that itself ruins the moment... it's just.. you're you. Like I said. You're perfect, and I wonder to myself every time I see you why you ever chose me when I'm such a mess in times like these.. but maybe some things aren't made for me to understand, right?" He asked rhetorically with a small laugh at the last word.
You shook your head at his words- there were a million reasons why you wanted to be with him, you instead could ask yourself why he chose you out of everybody, but you didn't want to get too into the sentimentality of what ifs and whys. You knew one thing, and that it's that you simply wanted Cove. Whether physically right now, or ultimately if he still needed more time and in the future.
"If you don't want to go farther tonight, then we don't have to, really, but know that I'm ready when you are, and the moment isn't ruined right now." You admitted to him, your hand still lingering on his cheek.
Cove looked deeply into your eyes, then muttered, "I'm so lucky to have you," before pulling your face in for a desperate kiss.
You let out a soft noise of effort against his soft lips as he kissed you- that was your answer, and thank god it was, because seeing him be all vulnerable and sweet was kind of a turn-on.
You moved carefully on his lap, adjusting to be as close as possible to him while your fingers dug into his hair, kissing him in a mixture of messy quick kisses and hot deep ones- there was no in between.
You could feel his erection against your body, and you were glad that pretty much just being yourself was enough to turn on Cove, but you definitely wouldn't mind doing some more foreplay; foreplay was always welcomed.
You murmured something like that in Cove's ear, to keep kissing you and to not stop, and with a small huff, he nodded and kissed your jaw lightly, sweetly, needily. They were pecks but also long kisses that promised you he was trying for you.
You held his head lightly, letting him move wherever he wanted as you began to lightly brush your body up against his lap, which made him whimper quietly.
"Remember," you began with a soft sigh, "we're still at your mom's; I don't know how thin the walls are but.."
The sudden reminder gave him another reason to not go farther, which made him look up at you. Once you realized the effect your words had on him, you shook your head quickly, "No, no, no, I just wanted to remind you to be quiet. Please continue."
He searched your eyes for a reason why he shouldn't throw caution to the wind, but when all he found was need and love for him, he forgot why he stopped in the first place and began to lightly suck and kiss on your neck, which earned him a few soft sighs and praises from you.
His hands were warm against your back as he held you in place against him, but his hands were tightening their grip on your cami. He was already taut and waiting desperately for more friction, but he didn't exactly know how to get his point across without combusting from embarrassment or moving too quickly. Instead, after he licked a line across your neck following a kiss, then nuzzled his nose into your shoulder and timidly pressed his hips up into your lap with a small whimper.
Your eyes opened and you bit your lip when you realized what Cove was ready for, and you were just about as ready. "You want more?" You asked softly, tilting his head up with your hand.
He nodded and looked up at you with puppy eyes, but it wasn't like you were going to say no anyhow. He just naturally had those doey, bedroom eyes that made you weak.
You told him a simple "Okay," and began to lift his shirt, ensuring he would finish taking it off himself before you got off his lap to slide off your pajama pants, your underwear along with it.
Cove's breath hitched when he saw your lower half bare, and he almost frantically looked up into your eyes like he was asking for permission to move on top of you. You, in response, pulled on his arms to encourage him, which he let a soft laugh out at.
"If you need me to stop, y'know... please say something. I don't wanna do this if you don't want to." He told you a little more firmly and confidently than anything else he's said all evening. You give him a firm nod of your own, assuring him you would be honest with him, then quickly move to pull the drawstring on his own pajama pants and unsheathe him.
He gasped at your readiness to have him, and it almost made him defensively cover himself, but he held back, knowing you both wanted this, a lot. He watched as your hands worked to lower his underwear and pants at the same time, and when you got a view of his hard length, you looked up to Cove for him to finish the job and kick them off.
With a shy look, he slipped out of his pants and sat back in front of you with your legs on either side of his hips. He seemed a little hesitant to continue, but, like how it usually fixes an awkward moment, you reached your hands up and kiss him.
Cove instantly relaxed against your lips, his own moving softly against yours, his tongue occasionally swiping at your lower lip to deepen the kiss.
As you both got lost in the moment, Cove instinctively inched closer, but when his tip brushed against you, you both shuddered. He pulled back, but before he could get too far, you murmured, "Just let it happen, trust me," so, he hesitantly let you pull him back down to kiss you.
His hands remained with one at your side, the other pressing down against the pillow beside your head, and with a little bit of your guidance, Cove was lined up, all he needed was to push in. He pulled away enough to open his eyes a little, then he looked into your eyes.
"You're still good?" He asked softly. You nodded, "You?" And he agreed with a wobbly smile.
One of your legs raised against his side, your foot lightly pressing against his butt to encourage him, "I'm ready when you are. Just- be gentle, yeah?"
Cove took a moment to calm himself, brushing off the last bit of what you said, knowing he couldn't muster being rough, especially with you and how careful he always was. He stared down at you, but with your sweet and patient expression, it got to him, so he quickly pushed his head down against your shoulder and then pushed in.
You were caught off guard with both actions happening at once, but neither were unwelcome in the slightest. You let out a shaky moan at him finally pushing in, one hand coming to his soft, bare back to grip and the other getting lost in his smooth hair.
Cove let out an exhale that quickly shifted into a whine when he met the entrance of your heat, then he continued to sink into you until he couldn't go further. You whispered a soft, "Good," and he nodded with a soft noise of acknowledgement.
He sat there for a moment, in you, taking in the sheer feeling of how warm you were, how tight you were, how beautiful you were. You looked and sounded absolutely perfect and just like yourself; Cove was nearly at a loss for words any time he made eye contact with you, which is why he was slightly relieved to be pressed against your warm shoulder.
After he gained the nerve, Cove began to move, one slow movement after another. He whined with every thrust, each slow movement of sinking in you and sliding out. He was acutely careful of your body, holding you tightly enough to anchor himself, but not enough to hurt you. But, he also made sure to listen to each sound you made, enough to burn the sound into his mind like a CD, but to also notice what movements you liked the most, not that he was making any shift that was too noticeable besides his slow thrusts.
"Cove.. you can go a little faster-- if you're ready." You suggest, not wanting to push him too far if he was comfortable like this, especially since you had already gotten him this far and he was managing to be quiet enough given the circumstance you both were in.
He let out a shuddering breath, and as much as he wanted to play it safe, Cove also really wanted to go faster. "O-okay." he whimpered into your soft skin, warm due to his hot breath breathing against it.
He began to make his calculated movements a little faster, but when you began to move your hips up against him, he broke.
"O-oh fuck!" He whined into your skin, loud enough to make your eyes widen and worry about if his mom could hear.
"Cove...!" You hurriedly warn, "we need to be quiet."
"I- I know, fuck.." He moaned into your shoulder again, gripping your body tighter as he fought off release. He needed to hold out longer, especially because he didn't think you were close enough yet.
He huffed against you as he pressed his face tighter into your shoulder, thrusting into you messier, quicker. You found his newfound vigor both exciting and worrying, considering how the bed was lightly creaking beneath you both.
It would've been much, much hotter if there wasn't the risk of his mom hearing the two of you- in fact, the creaking of the bed, his whimpers, the quick thrusts, the soft apologies and way he said your name, it was all extremely hot, but you didn't want to face the consequences Kyra would have you two deal with in the morning.
"Cove- please, god, be quiet, your mom is gonna hear us.." You restated against his neck, willing him desperately to either close his mouth or go slower, but you weren't a lot better, you were a mess of noises yourself.
He closed his mouth and whined against you as he gave you a particularly hard thrust, then one of his hands came down to forcefully keep your hips pressed against the mattress.
"Your body feels t-too good.. The way your soft legs press around my hips.. your hair against my face.. god, your voice, just how you feel, everything- I can't-" He rambled through whines until he sharply inhaled, his eyes opening, "Oh f..." the word died on his tongue as he willed himself to pull out.
You looked down at his hard length, absolutely coated in your arousal and begging to be finished. Your hand quickly lowered between you two and you get a hold of him, quickly stroking him with a tight hand, which made him quickly press his face into the pillows and cry out as he spilled on your thighs, shaky gasps and exhales leaving him as his eyes tightened closed into the plush material.
He reverently said your name as you slowly stroked him while he came down, then he peppered your neck with kisses when you finally let him go.
"Mm.. you didn't finish.." he complained for a moment, then he ran his hands up your thighs, his eyes looking into yours as he began to lower himself.
"Well- no, but I was close, are you sure-" You began, but when you saw how he stared at your lower half with your legs spread, there was no room for you to continue your argument, Cove looked determined. His eyes flickered up to yours, and when you didn't object further, his mouth opened enough to let his tongue brush out and against your clit, carefully drawing circles around the sensitive nerves, his hands holding your hips down.
"C-Cove.." You begin, "That's- that's good but, ...fuck..." You moan out softly, one of your hands slowly lowering into his hair.
He took that as a positive sign in the streak of confidence he had to do this for you. His eyes continued to stare up at your expression as he kept licking circles against you, his tongue occasionally brushing directly over it, making you shiver, and then he moved his tongue faster until your fingers tightened their hold in his hair, until you ultimately finished.
He was more than pleased knowing you also ended up finishing, but also knowing you both got the experience to not only just be intimate like this, but also to be able to use each other's hand and mouth. It was good practice for the future.
Cove came up and nuzzled his nose into your cheek, then laid down beside you, far less nervous than he was when he first did tonight.
"Was that- everything- good?" He asks almost timidly, his eyes looking into your own for reassurance.
You let out a heavy exhale as you came down, but when he asked that, you turned your head and gave him a nod of undeniable certainty.
"Cove, that was.. so good. Like, I really want to do that again." You confidently answered, your hand coming up and touching the side of his neck affectionately.
He seemed pleasantly shy at your response until you said you wanted to do it again, "N-not right now, you mean, right?"
"I didn't mean right now... but if you want to..." You began to offer...
"I don't think I'd survive until tomorrow if we did that again." He responded blunt and honestly.
You laughed quietly at his reluctance to continue, but you knew that was because it was already a struggle to keep quiet on top of making sure everything was as good as it could be given the location. You understood that and let him off the hook, then gave him a chaste kiss.
"I was teasing. We definitely need to get sleep now, your mom was right earlier..." You admitted, "She usually is..." Cove responded quietly, then reluctantly got out of the bed to go find something to clean himself up with as you slink out of the room to the restroom and clean yourself up.
When you returned, Cove was snuggled in the sheets. His eyes opened when he heard you close the door, and he waited with open arms, now being fully clothed. You got your underwear back on, leaving behind your pants, and cuddled right up beside him, the issue of being able to share a bed long forgotten, silence filling the room once more
