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After Mania XL, Seth runs into Roman. And then into Cody.
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Seth and Cody, this is on you for being so womantic together. Title from Smoke by PVRIS.
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Seth is alone, limping his way back from medical, when he sees the hunched figure. It’s a shape he memorized years ago, one that still feels a little wrong without a third slouching, smiling, fidgety shape next to him.
“Roman,” he says. It’s the first time in years that name has left his lips without the taste of malice and revenge on his tongue left behind.
He stops in his tracks. Seth prepares for backlash. For rage. For anger. He’ll deserve it.
Instead, Roman looks broken. “What?” he asks. “What could you possibly want?”
“I –” Seth knows what he wants. He wants to be 10 years ago, knowing what he knows now. He wants to be the person Roman deserved back then. He stumbles, a little, ache spinning up his spine.
“You’re hurt.” There’s no concern behind the words. It’s an observation. An obvious one, if Seth can editorialize.
Seth shrugs. “Have been for a while now.”
“Not this hurt.” Roman stares him down. In the past, Seth would have said something to cover the fact that he’ll blink first, he always would. Now, he closes his eyes. “Why’d you do it?”
“Do what?” Seth asks, opening his eyes to see Roman closer.
“You know what you did.” The accusation doesn’t sting like he expected. It aches, though, somewhere deep inside him, somewhere he knows may never heal.
“Say it,” Seth says. Because he doesn’t know what Roman considers the crime. There was too much in this night that could have been the catalyst for that hurt in Roman’s eyes.
“You manipulated me,” Roman says through gritted teeth. His voice is as hard as his eyes. But with the right flame, even steel can melt.
Seth shrugs, because there’s nothing more he can do. “You know who I am,” he says, and he wishes he could be louder.
“You manipulated me,” Roman snarls, “to save him. That’s not you.” He steps closer, until Seth bumps into a table. “That’s never been you.”
Seth swallows. “It is me,” he says, and he’s not sure where Roman is going with this. “I’m always looking out for my own interests. You know that.”
“That isn’t – you took a chair shot, from me – you knew…” He stops, hands clenched at his sides. Seth knows in a second it could be his throat under those fingers. Roman steps in closer, his arms closer to Seth than they’ve been since they almost choked him out. “You knew what I would do.”
Seth shrugs. He won’t balk. But he will fight back. “I did.”
“You gave yourself up, knowing what I’d do.” Roman’s face is too close for Seth to remember how to breathe. “You gave yourself up for somebody else. For him. Twice, two nights in a row.” He’s breathing heavily. Seth hopes whatever he does is at least quick.
He waits. He braces.
“You never did that for me.”
Seth looks at Roman, to see something shattered. Roman looks almost old, the grief of the night stealing years away from the edges of his eyes. “All this,” he says, and he’s crying. Roman Reigns is crying. “All this for him.”
Seth fears for a split second that this is the moment he dies. And then Roman steps away.
“I hope he gives you what you never found in me.”
Seth opens his mouth, a decade’s worth of words caught behind his teeth, but he doesn’t get the chance to say them. Roman offers him what, in other contexts, could be mistaken for a smile. But Seth knows better. Three steps, lacking the swagger that’s become his trademark, and then Roman turns around.
He doesn’t know how long he stands there. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when Cody, smiling, turns the corner.
“Oh, hey!” he says. His grin fades quickly, and he hands Pharaoh’s leash to Ricky who nods. “Rick, I, uh.”
“Later, man,” Ricky says, quietly. He nods at Seth, and it feels, somehow, like approval.
Cody’s hand, bumping against his, feels hesitant. “Seth,” he whispers.
“I did it wrong.” It’s all Seth can say. He doesn’t even know what it means. He only knows that they’re the only words that will come out of his mouth. “I did it wrong.”
“Whoa,” Cody says, steadying him by the shoulders. “Seth, no. You were perfect. You did everything right.”
“Then why does it hurt?” Seth collapses, expecting to hit the hard floor, but Cody catches him, lowering them slowly in a heap. His entire body shakes with sobs, with ten years of memories and regrets wreaking havoc through his already ruined body. He feels Cody collect all of his flailing limbs and pull him into his lap. They’re rocking slowly as Cody holds him close.
Seth’s never told him, is the thing. He never told Cody why he was so willing to sacrifice everything he had to give Cody what he needed. He never told Cody why he was so hell bound to make sure he did right by him.
He never told Cody what all this meant to him.
Cody’s whispering something to him, over and over.
“You’re not bad, Seth,” he says, “I promise, you’re not bad.”
“I did it wrong,” Seth says again. “It shouldn’t hurt anymore if I did it right.”
“What hurts?” Cody asks. “Where? Did medical miss something?”
Seth shakes his head, taking a shaky breath. “Not – not medical.”
“Did the ref miss something?” Cody pulls back, steadies Seth’s face with his hands. “Is there something internal?”
Seth laughs, because technically, yeah. It is internal.
“Okay, do we need to do a concussion protocol here?”
“No,” Seth says, trying to reign in the cackle. “No, no. I –” The laughter cuts off, abruptly, before Seth can get himself under control. “I don’t need that.”
Cody’s eyes are warm but concerned. “I’m getting you back to the hotel,” he says. “Up.”
Seth obeys before he realizes he’s doing it, scrambling to his feat at Cody’s behest like it’s normal.
He would do anything for Cody, he realizes. He doesn’t know when it became true. Only that it is.
“We’ll talk there,” Cody assures Seth. He sets hands on Seth’s shoulders and steers him toward the door.
“Don’t – wait.”
Cody stops, but keeps his hands on Seth’s shoulders. “Wait?”
“You have to celebrate,” Seth says, and he can’t make himself turn to see Cody. He can’t see the relief in his eyes when Cody realizes that Seth is letting him off the hook. “With your friends.”
“Seth,” Cody says gently, his hands smoothing down Seth’s shoulders and down to his arms. “I want to be with you right now.”
Seth turns. “What?”
“If you want to,” and Cody looks so sincere it feels impossible, “I want to celebrate with you.”
Seth has enough wherewithal to check up and down the hallway before he leans in. Cody meets him halfway, pulling him in with strong arms. The belt around his waist presses against Seth’s stomach, but it’s worth it. Cody kisses sure and strong, intentional, and Seth pulls him in close enough to really feel the belt dig in.
Cody pulls back after god knows how much time.
“Hotel,” Seth says, breathless.
They separate to gather their bags, and Seth is in a whirlwind. The kiss didn’t seem to clear anything up; if anything, he’s more confused. The guilt and rejection still hurts, and the memory of Roman’s shattered eyes sticks in his vision. It hovers over him as he packs, as he walks to the hotel, as he rides the elevator to his room, as he drops his bags.
He sinks into the night’s events, feeling the sting of losing his belt, the clawing misery of watching his fair fight with Drew fall to Damian’s cash in, the slice to the heart of hearing the Shield music, the radiating pain of the Superman punch, the lightning strike of the chair to his back.
He helped Cody win.
And it all still hurts.
He’s jolted back to reality when a text buzzes from his phone.
Come by when you’re ready. They put me in the penthouse. Code 2639.
Seth swallows. He shouldn’t go. It’s not fair to Cody, to make him deal with Seth when he’s like this.
Stop freaking out.
Seth blinks at the text. And he does as Cody says.
Five minutes later, when he’s dressed in sweats and a hoodie and his hair in a bun, Seth knocks on the door to the suite. He fiddles with his phone, with his wallet. He expects others to be there, expects noise and expectation and chaos.
Instead, there’s a soft light and Cody. “You’re here,” Cody says. “Come in.”
Seth steps inside and looks around. They really do shell out the big money for that universal title – Seth’s room, though a suite, is nothing like this. “Nice place you got here.”
Cody laughs, dipping his head, and Seth thinks it’s unfair how handsome he looks in pajama pants and a tee shirt. “It’s a lot,” he sighs. He looks up, leveling Seth with piercing blue eyes. “Tonight’s been a lot.”
Seth can’t hold the gaze and looks away, only for Cody to catch his chin and turn him back, face to face. “Seth,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.”
Seth presses his lips together, fighting for words. “I did it wrong,” comes out again, and he wants to kick himself for it. That’s not what he means, it doesn’t even make sense, but he keeps saying it anyway.
“You did everything right,” Cody says, reassuring even though there’s no way he has a clue what Seth is saying. “You hear me?” Seth has no choice but to look up into Cody’s eyes again. “You went above and beyond tonight. You didn’t have to do any of it. But you did. It was incredible.”
“Then why does it hurt so much?” Seth whispers.
Cody guides him to the bed and sits him down gently, and Seth falls against his shoulders. He doesn’t know if he’s crying, exactly, but whatever it is wracks his body, tears out of him. “Why does it hurt?” he gasps, gripping at the soft, worn fabric of Cody’s old Bullet Club tee shirt. “I thought I did the right thing.”
“You did do the right thing,” Cody says. He wraps strong arms around Seths shoulders and holds him.
“Then why did Roman look so miserable?” Seth sighs. He presses his face into Cody’s shoulder, breathing in. He somehow found the time to shower and smells like sandalwood and warmth, maybe a little bit of vanilla. Seth doesn’t know how comforting he’s allowed to find it. “Why did Roman look like I broke his heart all over again?”
“Ah,” Cody says. “That’s it.”
Seth sits up, and wipes tears he hadn’t known were falling off his face. “If it was the right thing,” he says, voice almost a whisper, “why doesn’t it feel good?”
“Sometimes, you do the right thing because it’s the right thing.” He says. Seth feels him sigh. “Not because it’s easy. Not because it feels good. Not because everybody’s gonna like it.” He nudges Seth up. “You put yourself in between me and the firing squad, Seth. If nothing else, it was the kind thing.” He leans his forehead in, hands resting on Seth’s thighs. “To me, though. To me it’s everything.”
Seth fidgets, unsure where to put his hands. He settles for on the bed, outside of Cody’s arms. “I feel guilty,” Seth says. “For – for making him do that to me. For turning him into me.”
“Oh, no,” Cody says. “Not that again. Who you were isn’t who you are. And if anything, you made up for that. Tonight.” He smiles, and Seth feels parts of his body rearranging to fit Cody inside of him. “Thank you, Seth.”
He manages a smile, eager to get anything back from Cody that feels like praise. The way Cody cups his face is more than he could have dreamed of. “It felt right,” Seth says. “Roman couldn’t keep doing that.”
Cody nods. “You really dug deep, though. Back can’t be feeling good right now.”
“It’s been worse,” Seth lies. “Really.”
Cody studies his face. “Have you gotten a chance to shower yet?”
Seth shakes his head. “No. Do I stink or something?”
Cody laughs. “No. There’s this jacuzzi tub in this suite, giant thing. Wanna take a bath?”
Seth feels flaming hot all of a sudden. He’s seen a lot of Cody tonight, given parts of himself to Cody that he never thought he had. And yet, the two of them naked together in a bath seems more intense than anything else they’ve done.
“Yes,” Seth breathes. “I like that idea.”
Cody is incredibly gentle as he pulls Seth’s clothing off. He hadn’t expected this part – Cody trails searching fingertips along Seth’s skin, like he’s checking him for injuries. Seth can’t help but jump as Cody grazes his lower back.
“Sensitive, huh,” Cody murmurs. “Maybe I can give you a little massage?”
“Sure,” Seth says, but he’s pretty sure he’d agree to anything if Cody kept touching him. Cody smiles and takes Seth’s hand, leading him toward the suite bathroom.
It’s huge. Almost as huge as Seth’s bedroom at home. A shower with a waterfall showerhead, a large jacuzzi tub with jets, a two person vanity with lights. There are two thick, cozy robes hanging on the back of the door as Cody closes it.
“Two robes, huh?” Seth asks.
Cody shrugs. “Guess I got lucky.”
Seth knows it’s not the time to say, “you might, if you keep talking like this,” but he thinks it and smiles. “Let’s get in that bathtub.”
“More like a hot tub, if you ask me.”
Cody turns on the faucet and it fills quickly, but not quickly enough to keep Seth from getting in Cody’s space.
“Oh, I see,” Cody laughs, settling his hands on Seth’s hips, “now you’re not using your words to get in my head, are you?”
Seth shrugs. “Figure I should kiss you a few more times before you get me naked in a tub with you.”
Cody leans in, and this time the kiss is more demanding. Seth gives what Cody asks for, opening his mouth, whimpering as Cody’s tongue slides into his mouth. It’s too much talent in one man, he thinks, as he almost loses his steadiness in his knees as Cody grips his hips. They’re almost exactly the same height, and he finds it to be the best angle he’s ever gotten in a kiss.
“Tub,” Cody murmurs, pulling back just far enough to speak. He presses a few more kisses to Seth’s lips, not letting him pull away.
“Can’t get in the tub if you keep kissing me,” Seth giggles. He feels light, effervescent, and he doesn’t know how it’s allowed to be this excited and happy after how much ache the night has caused him.
“Come back,” Cody commands. “Whatever you were thinking about, put it away. It doesn’t matter right now.” He reaches out and tugs the tie from Seth’s hair. “Focus on now. Right here. This.”
“Not allowed to think of how I lost my belt?” Seth asks.
“Nope,” Cody says, and he finally steps out of his boxers, the last barrier between the two of them. Seth forces himself not to look down. It feels too greedy. Cody grins at Seth as he lowers himself into the water, mouth dropping open as his eyes flutter shut. Seth looks now.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
“Come on in,” Cody says. He spreads his legs under the water. “Here.”
Seth presses his lips together and pulls his boxers off and steps the first foot into the water. He worries, briefly, if it’ll be too much, if it’ll be too much for the tub to handle, but the water level barely rises. He slowly lowers himself. When he sits, the water is at the perfect level. He leans forward and turns off the faucet.
“Come here,” Cody murmurs. “Come lean against me.”
He doesn’t know why he’s hesitating. He doesn’t know why it doesn’t feel okay.
“You don’t have to,” Cody says. He expects the words to have a hint of hurt behind them, but instead they’re reassuring, sweet.
Seth leans back.
“Hi,” Cody says, and Seth would swear he feels lips against his hair. “Better?”
“Gravity sucks,” Seth says, settling in. “I like water so much better. Should have been a swimmer.”
“You could have pulled it off,” Cody says. Seth’s mind swims as Cody wraps his arms around his waist. “You have the body for it.”
“Forward,” Seth jokes.
“You’re in my lap in my bathtub,” Cody retorts. “Not sure how much more forward I could be. Oh!” He pulls Seth back by the hips. “How’s that for forward?”
Seth’s mind sets off alarm bells. And he’s not sure what they’re saying. He feels Cody’s dick nudge up against his ass, and it takes a second before he realizes that it’s exactly what he wants right now.
“You, um,” Seth says, unsure of what he wants but sure it’s Cody’s hands on him, “you said something about a massage earlier?”
“I did,” Cody says. “Where at?”
Seth fights a smile. “Lower back, would be nice.”
He feels Cody’s hands slide from his hips to his back. “Here?” Cody murmurs in his ear.
Seth nods, dropping his head forward. “Gentle, though. Chairs fucking suck.”
“They do,” Cody says. His fingertips gently knead into Seth’s sore muscles, soft but intentional, like he’s done this dozens of times before. He probably has, Seth thinks. Hands this talented have to be used for good. And they’re really talented. Seth thinks he’s moaning more than strictly necessary for a simple massage, but it’s worth it.
“Scalp?” Seth slurs, tilting his head back as Cody’s hands travel up to the base of his skull.
“Want me to wash your hair?”
Seth nods, head lolling to the side with any guide from Cody’s hands. “Yeah. Yeah, please.”
“Do you need any special shampoo?”
Seth pauses. “Special shampoo?”
“For the blonde,” Cody explains. “I have my purple shampoo, if you want, but it’s in my bag.”
Seth shakes his head. “Normal shampoo. Don’t wanna move.”
“Comfy?” Cody asks, and his voice is addictive, almost a purr in Seth’s ear.
All Seth can do is nod.
The shampoo smells overly floral, like roses steeped in perfume, but Seth doesn’t mind. He barely notices. Cody’s fingers massage his scalp even better than his lower back, fingers in his hair and creating lather that somehow feels filthy as Cody drops his hands in the water to rinse it off. He rinses out the shampoo slowly, languidly, and it lights Seth’s body on fire.
“God,” Seth moans. “I could do this forever.”
“Yeah?” Cody says. “Don’t want anything else?”
Seth cackles. “I mean –” Cody tugs, gently, and Seth can’t stop himself before letting out what could quite possibly be a wail.
“If you’re this loud when it’s just my hands,” Cody says, directly into Seth’s ear, “I can’t wait to hear what it sounds like when you’re taking my dick.”
It is very likely a yelp, what comes out of Seth’s mouth. But it’s a good yelp. An intrigued yelp. A yelp that leads to an even more insistent boner.
“Yeah?” Cody murmurs. He presses a little harder and Seth fights back another, louder moan. “I love the sounds you make. Get loud, baby.”
Seth is not usually very good at following directions. But this is one he’s happy to follow. He babbles, moans, asks for more, and then suddenly Cody’s hands have moved around to rest on his stomach, low, and promising.
“You like my hands, yeah?” Cody murmurs. His hands slide between Seth’s legs, but they don’t go near Seth’s cock. Instead, Cody presses Seth’s legs open so his thighs spread across Cody’s legs. “There. Show me how pretty you are.”
Seth swallows. “I – yeah. How?”
“Any way you want,” Cody murmurs, and then there are lips on Seth’s neck, hot and branding. “I just wanna get in you, if you want.”
“Of course I do,” Seth scoffs. “Not everybody gets the champion on the night they won.”
“Not everybody gets you,” Cody says, and he sucks at Seth’s neck.
Seth whines. “Okay. I – okay. Soap outta my hair?”
“All rinsed out, baby.”
Seth shifts and his ass slides against Cody’s cock. “Oh, my god.”
Cody’s exhale tells Seth he’s not the only one on the edge. “No kidding.”
Seth shows off as he stands, making sure his ass is on display.
“A work of fucking art,” Cody says, reverently. “And I am going to destroy it.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, pretty boy,” Seth says, over his shoulder.
Cody’s grin is predatory, and Seth fights a shiver.
Seth reaches for the robe, but Cody’s on him before he can reach it. Seth is flattened against the door. There’s definitely some sort of retort in the back of his mind, something he wants to say in response, but Cody’s hands are on his ass, spreading his cheeks, and all words fail him.
“I was wondering when your attitude would come back,” Cody growls, and his thumbs knead into Seth’s ass. “This is more the guy who stabbed me with a kendo stick.”
“I think you’re the one doing the stabbing tonight, champ.”
Cody turns Seth around and shoves him against the door. He leans in and kisses Seth, deep and possessive and unyielding. There’s teeth involved, but even with all the aggression, Seth can tell he’s being careful of his back.
And suddenly, Seth knows. He knows why it hurt to hurt Roman for Cody. Because he was always aching for Roman to appreciate him, to know him, to care about him, even after anything. And he was willing to sacrifice that, forever, all to help Cody.
Seth turns his head to suck in air, drowning under the realization.
Cody pauses his hands. “Seth,” he says, voice soothing, “are you okay?”
“You care,” Seth says. “You care about me.”
“Of course I do,” Cody says, and it’s simple, like it’s obvious.
“I stabbed you with a kendo stick,” Seth says. “I did everything I could, recently, to hurt you.”
“And you did everything you could, even more recently, to protect me.” Cody reaches up and brushes wet hair from Seth’s face. “People change, Seth. You changed.”
“I changed,” Seth says, and he lets it wash over himself. “I changed.”
“You did,” Cody says. “You grew.”
Seth leans in again, kissing Cody softer this time. Cody knows. Cody knows he’s different now. Cody’s forgiven him.
He doesn’t have to beg Cody to accept his apology. He already has it. He doesn’t have to grovel, or hurt, or manipulate when all else fails.
Seth feels a flame as Cody pulls him in, something cleansing and definitive. He feels the worst parts of himself, the parts that stick to him like grit and grim, burn away.
A phoenix comes to mind, but it doesn’t last as Cody’s hands smooth over him and guide him out of the bathroom. Seth leans into the feeling, to the offering up of control to someone who will do right by him.
“On the bed, baby, that’s it.”
Seth lowers himself down on the bed, smiling up at Cody without much awareness of why. It feels right.
“What do you want?” Cody asks, trailing fingertips up and down Seth’s thighs. He looks like a god, standing over Seth. He belongs in a painting, in a museum. “Talk to me, Seth.”
“Hmm?” Seth mumbles. “I – I want you.”
“I know that,” Cody says, hands sliding up higher. “I want specifics, though. I need to know what you’re looking for.”
Seth doesn’t mean to pointedly look down at Cody’s hard cock, but Cody’s chuckle tells him he does a bad job of masking it.
“Yeah?” Cody asks. “How do you want it?”
The image of Roman, the last time, looming over him, flipping him over, the memory of “So I don’t have to see that face,” said in a growl, strikes Seth.
“Like this,” Seth whispers. “I – I want you to fuck me when you can see me.”
“Good,” Cody says. “I want to see you, too.”
Seth feels tension fall away from him, like the last of Roman’s curse has been burned off of him by Cody’s touch. “Okay.”
Cody is incredibly gentle as he moves one of Seth’s legs. “I, um,” he says, and the blush is utterly charming. “I may have hoped for something like this.” He reaches into the slightly ajar bedside table and pulls out an impressively large bottle of lube. “Call it wishful thinking.”
“I think I will,” Seth says, back only slightly aching as Cody shifts back. He’s kneeling between Seth’s spread legs, looking at home there. Seth shivers, wanting to be closer. Knowing they will be closer. “You had no guarantee I’d come to your hotel suite, champ.”
“No,” Cody says, and he moves one of Seth’s legs over his shoulder. “I didn’t. But I had my hopes.” He looks at Seth. “Okay?”
Seth nods. He shuffles a little so he’s a bit more exposed, giving Cody better access. “I think this is the part where you get me all whiny with just your fingers.”
“Oh, you’re calling the shots now, huh?” Cody laughs. He pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Seth doesn’t, like, whine or anything. No one could prove it.
“Tell me if anything hurts on your back or knee, okay?”
Seth nods. “I will.”
Eyes locked onto his, Cody slides his fingers between Seth’s cheeks and cautiously finds his hole. “Okay?” Cody murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to Seth’s calf. Seth isn’t used to gentle. He hasn’t had gentle since – since his best friend had a different name, and since Roman was a different man.
He rolls his hips as Cody slowly coaxes his open, pressing for more until Cody presses in. Seth wants more, wants it fast, but Cody insists on taking his time, pumping in and out with concentrated motions that feel like riding a wave.
“More,” Seth pleads. “I want more.”
“I’ll give you more,” Cody promises. “But in a moment. I want to see you enjoy this.”
Seth whines. “I am enjoying it,” he says, huffy, “but I want more.”
“And you’ll get it,” Cody says, a little more firm this time. “But let yourself love this. Let yourself love the moment.”
So Seth does. He begs and pleads, holds on to Cody’s biceps, smiles through desperation and need. Cody laughs as Seth smiles, like it’s just as good for him to watch as it is for Seth to get it, and isn’t that something.
“Are you ready?” Cody asks, scissoring his fingers and brushing just the right spot for Seth to wail. “That sounds like a yes.”
“Yes,” Seth gasps. “Yes, now, I want you cock, Cody.” He lifts his head, ready to level him with his secret weapon. “Please, give me your cock, Champion.”
Cody groans. “You be careful with that one.”
“Don’t wanna be,” Seth says, and he meets Cody’s burning gaze. “Champ.”
Cody’s careful as he pulls his fingers out, at some point reaching three deep in Seth, and Seth feels tugged toward him as he tries to follow.
“Shh,” Cody says, adjusting himself. “I promise I’ll take care of you. I’m right here.”
And Seth believes him.
The first nudge of Cody’s cock against his rim sends Seth singing. He’s slow with it, focused, but doesn’t stop until he’s pushed flush against Seth’s ass. Seth’s mind is ringing with it. It’s happening. Cody’s inside of him, sharing his body, and he looks so blissed out as he bottoms out that Seth feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Cody asks. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Seth says, and his voice sounds different, wrong, not his own. “I – it matters.”
“Of course it matters,” and Cody leans in to kiss him, shifting the angle. It’s glaring, how real it feels. Cody doesn’t even put on the belt or look at it, eyes on Seth’s face or body the whole time he slowly fucks into him. It’s been a long time since Seth has felt the romance in sex. Recently, it’s been a means to an end. Most of the time, to ensure a connection. Sometimes, to close a deal.
More than he’d like to admit, an apology.
This feels like a promise.
“Cody,” he whispers. “Kiss me?”
Without words, Cody obliges, and Seth tries to pour what he’s feeling through his lips. He tangle himself around Cody, and Cody takes his hands to link their fingers. Strong arms press him to the mattress, and Seth feels like he doesn’t need any control. He’s not out of control. He has put it into careful hands.
The world melts around them, blending into the moment and into Cody’s eyes. Cody is warm and real and present, lips creating magic with words and kisses.
And Seth wishes he had found this before.
“I –” He probably doesn’t need to ask to come. He probably could right now, and Cody wouldn’t mind. But it’s habit. “Cody, can I?”
“Can you what, baby?” Cody asks. His brow, furrowed in concentration, beads with sweat. Seth untangles his fingers to reach up and brush it off.
“Can I come?” he whispers.
Cody nods. “Anything you want,” he says, and it’s as much a demand as it is a promise. “Anything.”
Seth’s heart shifts, clenches, turns into molten lava, and he looks into Cody’s eyes as he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes.
“There you go,” Cody says. “All over me, baby. I want you all over me.”
Seth does as he’s told, because he wants to, because it will make Cody happy, because it feels good, and watches as he paints the two of them with his own come.
“Can – can I?” Cody asks. “Inside you, I mean?”
“Yeah,” Seth says, and he forgets the last time it wasn’t a given. “Please. I want you to.”
Cody laughs. “God, the idea of you asking – fuck.” It’s two more stuttering thrusts before Cody is buried into Seth, spilling into him. He hopes it stays forever. Cody drops his forehead to Seth’s. “What a night.”
“No shit,” Seth mumbles, but already he feels reality coming back, along with the feeling in his toes.
“How are you – doesn’t your leg hurt?” Cody asks, moving it back down to the bed as he shifts backward and pulls out.
Seth shrugs. “Crossfit Jesus, maybe, but I’m also pretty good at keeping flexible.”
“We’ll have to test that more,” Cody says, almost off hand.
“That mean this isn’t a one time thing?” Seth asks before he can stop himself.
Cody tilts his head, and Seth immediately thinks of a German shepherd. “I sure hope not.”
“Oh,” Seth says, and tension he hadn’t realized built releases. “Me too.”
They’re quiet as Cody falls beside him, and Seth’s heart does the twist thing again as Cody snuggles in and rests his head on his chest.
“A cuddler,” Seth says, interrupting himself with a yawn. “Should have seen that coming.”
“What?” Cody asks, shifting so he can throw big blue eyes at Seth in a sneak attack. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You big sappy crybaby,” Seth says, grinning. “All your emotions all out there, huh?”
“You were crying during sex,” Cody says.
“I – only during sex!” Seth says. “Never in the ring!” He decides not to mention his tears ringside. Hopefully nobody got video of it.
“Good to know.” Cody shifts so they’re eye to eye. “Are you staying here tonight?”
“Can I?”
Cody nods. “Of course. I got the big shower and tub, and all.”
“Planning on wooing me with good bathroom appliances?”
Cody chuckles. “Among other things.”
They shuffle their way to the shower, big enough for two. By the time they’re clean, they’re both yawning impossibly wide and wrapped up in the cozy robes.
“Bet you’re little spoon, too,” Seth says, curling into the big bed.
“Yup,” Cody mumbles. “Get over here.”
Seth wraps his arms around Cody’s waist and Cody pulls him in tighter, snuggling back against him.
“Goodnight, Champ,” he whispers into Cody’s hair.
Cody squeezes his hand. “Goodnight, Seth.”
Seth sleeps.
~
Mini Playlist:
Rerun - Honey Revenge
Smoke - PVRIS
Take My Pain Away - Anarbor
Look After You - The Fray
Sorry, I can't go out tonight - I came up with a really cool line and now have to construct an entire story to justify using it. No, I have no idea when I will be done.
If I had a nickel for every band that I’ve been obsessed with that parodies religion, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice right?
