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Rafael

I was about to push away from whatshername when I saw Cody passing the sea of undulating bodies with a dude who looked to be about six feet three inches tall and weighed around two hundred fifty pounds of muscle.

I’d met everyone on the Vipers, so I knew he wasn’t part of the team. They didn’t look chummy. Things looked…off. I didn’t like it.

They made their way to the front door, and, right before they left, doofus whispered something into Cody’s ear that made him blush.

Blush?

Oh no.

Cody’s Bambi-like eyes locked with that fucking caveman’s and he released a dazzling smile that made my stomach clench.

Oh, fuck me.

I wasn’t an idiot. Doofus was flirting, and Cody was taking the bait.

As they left, doofus’s hand wrapped around Cody’s shoulder.

That’s when my eyes turned to flames, and smoke shot out of my ears.

Mother fucker!

I plowed through the dancing idiots, reaching the front door, and screaming Cody’s name as I ran out of the house and onto the front lawn. He was already sitting in that big asshole’s car.

They sped off, and I fucking bolted after the them.

Oh, hell no!

The car picked up speed, but I didn’t relent. Everything I ever learned in hockey kicked into high gear as the thought of Cody and that dude swirled in my mind.

Slut! My slut! Mine!

Why else would he be with a random dude in said random dude’s car? Were they running out to grab more mixers? Doing a burger run for the drunks in the pool? I highly fucking doubted it. No, he was about to do something that would make me spontaneously combust because he was trying to get back at me.

I screamed for Cody to get the fuck out of the car. My legs pumped, and my chest heaved.

Go faster. Get him.

Oh, I was mad. Mad as a fucking hornet. I didn’t mean to piss him off! The one time in my life I didn’t intentionally try to hurt Cody, and he was about to ride that Jolly Green Giant like a fucking pony! The bile crept up my throat. I couldn’t let that happen.

I’m the only dude who can touch Cody!

I knew I was being a fucking hypocrite considering I made out with a chick right in front of Cody’s face, but that was different. Or at least it felt different in my twisted, warped mind.

I was trying to stop myself from exposing us. He, on the other hand, was about to do something for real. It wasn’t about keeping up appearances. No, he wanted to fuck around with that guy.

The car turned right, and I couldn’t keep up anymore. I wasn’t going to catch them on foot. I came to a stop, keeled over, and tried to catch my breath. My eyes scanned the area, searching for an answer as to how the fuck I was going to catch up to them, when I saw a little girl’s bicycle lying in a random lawn. It was pink and turquoise and had rainbow streamers spewing from the handlebars.

Good enough .

I dashed into the yard and assessed my new ride. The fucker was tiny, so I’d have to basically stand as I peddled like an idiot after that godforsaken car.

So be it .

I apologized in my mind to the poor little girl whose bike I was about to steal. I took a look at the address super quickly. Maybe I’d return it. I doubted it, though. I’d be lucky if that baby didn’t explode to smithereens under my big ass body.

Sorry, kiddo.

I boarded my stolen rainbow express bicycle and sped off like a bat out of hell.

Cody

Ross turned on really cheesy R he was furious. The heat of his rage wafted off him as his clenched fists shook at his sides.

This was uncharted territory between us, and I didn’t know how to explain why I went fucking nuclear and threatened to murder a dude because I thought he was going to touch my stepbrother.

Cody closed the distance between us and got right in my face. “What the fuck was that?”

Umm…excuse me? I was saving you from defiling yourself with a loser. “Me? You tell me, dipshit.”

Cody slammed his hands against my chest, knocking me back a few steps. “Don’t call me a dipshit! It’s one thing to say kinky shit when we’re messing around, but it’s another to say mean things with the intent of hurting. I won’t tolerate it.”

Who the hell was this new bossy pants over here? “I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” I bit out.

“Yes, you were! You always do. You fucking hurt my feelings on a daily basis, and I want you to stop.”

He had just run out of a party to mess around with some stranger, and I was the one being scolded. “Who was that? What were you going to do with him?” I asked.

His gaze snapped to mine, his brown eyes illuminated by the headlights of cars passing by. “It’s none of your fucking business who that was.”

“You run off with some dude, and it’s none of my business?”

He walked away from me, flailing his arms as he screamed, “You were making out with that girl right in front of me. That’s what I am talking about, Rafael. You did it to fuck with me. You did it to make me jealous—to hurt me.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you jealous!”

Cody stomped his foot, then pointed at me. “Yes. You. Were. You tricked me into believing that you cared. Then you dragged me into that party and deliberately made me jealous. Well, two can play that game, Rafael. You don’t think I can get some? What? Do you think I’m going just to sit around and cry while you slap me in the face with your games? No. I can get my own. I’ve got a fat ass, remember? And that dude wanted it, so don’t think for a second I can’t make you just as jealous as you make me.”

I grabbed Cody by the shirt and pulled him in so we were face-to-face, our noses nearly touching each other. “I wasn’t kissing her because I was attracted to her. I was kissing her to stop myself from making out with you in front of the entire team.”

I released his shirt and turned away from him.

There. I said it.

Now, Cody knew. Something was happening to me—something I never expected. I was…

No, I can’t say it.

Fuck, it sucked. Feeling that way sucked. It felt icky and complicated. What happened to me ruining Cody? How did I end up on the side of a road screaming about how I wanted to kiss him?

“You wanted to kiss me?” The venom in his voice was gone, and in its place was a tenderness that shouldn’t have made my heart pick up speed.

“Yeah, I wanted to fucking kiss you.”

“W-we’ve never kissed before…”

I could write a sonnet about the way Cody’s cum tasted in my mouth, but I wouldn’t kiss him. I thought that would be pushing it too far.

Well, fuck it. We were past the point of no return.

I turned to face him, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a total mouth fucking with my tongue.

Our lips fought for control as the sweet taste of him sent an electric current of pleasure racing through my body. His hands gripped my face, and his touch lit a fire in a place I thought I’d closed off forever. The passion morphed into desperation as I pulled him closer.

We both knew this was a shift. The whole night had been a shift in our fucked-up relationship, and, as much as I wanted to push him away and hurt him the way life had hurt me, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed him. It terrified me and thrilled me simultaneously. I didn’t ache. I didn’t feel numb. I felt full, like the broken bits were slowly being glued back together with each taste of Cody’s delicious lips.

We weren’t fighting each other; we were surrendering, and the kiss matched us as we let go and fell into the connection.

A car honked at us as it passed by.

Oh yeah. We’re literally on the side of a road.

Cody pulled off first. “Should I call an Uber?”

Uber. What a novel idea. “You mean you don’t want to hop on the handlebars of my sick ride over there?” I motioned to the bicycle lying in a heap a few feet away from us.

Cody laughed and shook his head. “I can’t believe you did that.”

I was actually very proud of the level of ingenuity and quick thinking I displayed during my quest to rescue Cody from the clutches of a fucking Red Sox fan! I couldn’t get over that. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” I replied. “I needed to get you, and the bike was there for the taking. I remember the address. I’ll drop it off tomorrow.”

Cody shook his head, a little smile emerging. “No, I mean, I can’t believe you chased after me.”

“I thought he was going to do something with you,” I explained.

“Yeah, I know, and you chased after me. That’s fucking sexy, Rafael.”

Oh. Oh! It was, huh? I was an expert at doing absolutely nothing intentionally that night.

Cody leaned in and kissed me again. “I like kissing you, Rafael.”

If I thought Cody’s ass was great, his lips were even better. Velvety smooth and plump. “I like kissing you, too, Cody.”

“Let’s go home,” he said. “Hank and Jill aren’t there.”

Mmm, that was true. “Good call. You cool with your car staying at Rowan’s?”

Cody nodded as he pulled out his phone and brought up the Uber app. “Do you still have some of that lube?” he asked.

Damn, this boy was speaking my language. “Sure do.”

“Good. We’ll need it.” He looked up from his phone. His eyes bored into me with a heat that almost made me fall to my knees. “I want you to fuck me tonight, Rafael.”

If the ground suddenly opened up and I fell out on the other side of the planet, I don’t think I would have been more shocked than I was when Cody uttered those beautiful words.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He nodded. Fuck, the look of quiet determination etched into his face was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Cody had decided he was getting fucked, and I was the lucky man for the occasion.

Bossy-bottom-energy for the win.

Cody held up his phone, showing the ride was only a few minutes away. “I’m sure. Just…maybe not our usual rough stuff tonight. I love doing that, but this will be my first time getting…you know.”

I moved closer. “Getting fuuuuucked?” I drawled out as I thrust my hips into him.

Cody giggled; he literally giggled. We needed to get home quick or I was liable to fuck him right there on the side of the road.

“Yeah…” Cody remarked. “So, I just need you to be gentle. Okay?”

“Of course,” I replied. “There’s a time and place for kink. Tonight is not the time.”

Our Uber arrived, and I wrapped my pinky around Cody’s, solidifying the deal that I wouldn’t treat him like a human blow-up doll.

That’s for later.

We hopped into the car. Our pinkies found each other again, and we didn’t disconnect the whole way home.

***

Cody was in the bathroom prepping, and I felt awkward as all hell lying on my bed, waiting for him. I kept adjusting my position. I didn’t want Cody to walk in while I was lying there in some cheesy Fabio pose, but I also didn’t want to look like a fish out of water.

I’d had sex before, but having sex with Cody felt monumental. The other times were very spur-of-the-moment: backseats of cars, parties, under the bleachers at a football game—you know, the usual. Waiting for Cody on the bed felt very… sacramental.

I prayed the vibe wouldn’t feel that awkward once Cody arrived.

Speaking of…

Cody entered, wearing nothing but a pair of red boxer briefs. I kind of missed the palm trees, but I liked the color. His sheepish gaze turned hungry as he raked his eyes over my half-naked form on the bed. I, too, only had a pair of black briefs on.

Cody’s body looked otherworldly. The glow of the moon illuminated him, accentuating the lines of his muscular form.

My mouth watered as I took in the beautiful boy who had upended my life. “Come here,” I said.

Cody approached, climbing onto the bed and crawling closer.

He lay next to me, and I rolled over and locked lips with him. My body enveloped his, and the unmistakable feeling of possessiveness consumed me as I wrapped my arms around him.

Cody’s soft mewling sounds lit a fire in the base of my stomach.

He gently pressed his hand to my face, signaling me to stop. “Should we talk about…like…um…”

“I was tested at my last physical right before I moved here,” I said. “Haven’t been with anyone since.” Cody nodded. “You?” I asked.

“Uh-s-same.”

“I can wear a condom if you want.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting mine as he considered my offer. “No. I want you to come inside me.”

Well, fuck.

Our lips met again before I slowly kissed along his neck and down his torso before pulling off his boxers.

I tossed them aside and kissed along the V-line leading to his crotch.

Cody’s cock was throbbing. I teased the head with my tongue before swallowing him whole, choking on his fat dick as my throat flexed around his girth.

“Rafael,” he whispered.

Mmm, I loved hearing him whisper my name like that. The breathlessness in his voice sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.

I released myself from his cock, then tipped his legs up with both hands, revealing his ass.

Cody’s butt was fucking perfect. From a sexual standpoint, it was my favorite feature of his. His skin was so smooth, and his pink little hole winked at me as I took a breath and tried my best to suppress the feral beast inside that wanted to devour him.

Fuck that. Calm down for what?

I dove in and tongue-fucked that sweet asshole. My lizard brain took over, and I operated on carnal instinct as I feasted on him. I wasn’t thinking anymore—my mind surrendered to the act of making Cody mine. I wanted to hear him scream my name as I fucked his ass for the first time.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” he said.

Good. I wanted Cody to feel good. I wanted him to remember this.

When I’d had my fill of eating out his perfect little pussy, I maneuvered to the nightstand and grabbed the first packet of lube.

There were two left, and I had a feeling I’d need them both.

I ripped it open with my teeth like a fucking dog and rubbed it on Cody’s hole, massaging the rim. His eyes fluttered in ecstasy. My finger breached the first ring of muscle, and I slowly inserted it to the second knuckle. I curled my finger and found his prostate, pulsing it in time with my thundering heartbeat.

Cody held his legs by the back of his knees. The look of ecstasy on his face made me feel smug as fuck. He was falling apart, and I hadn’t even penetrated him yet.

I slipped another finger in and worked them both gently to open him up. He hissed at the pain, and I stopped.

“You good?”

“Yeah. I’m just adjusting. Keep going,” he replied.

I did just that, pumping both fingers in and out of his opening. I could feel him adjusting to the width of my fingers. His face morphed from tense and tight to droopy-eyed lust.

Nothing—absolutely nothing—was hotter than watching Cody let go like that. Our sexual chemistry was electric. He needed to come undone, and I loved watching it happen.

I was coming undone myself. If I didn’t get my dick in him soon, I was going to blow my load right there on the bed.

“You ready?” I asked.

He took a breath and nodded. His eyes widened as I reached for the second packet of lube, ripped it open, and slicked up my cock.

“Christ, Rafael. Your cock is so fucking hot.”

My eyes rolled back. Just hearing him say those words turned me on even more.

Cody’s smile was brighter than the sun. He pulled his legs closer to his chest, displaying himself to me. Cody’s desperate eyes beckoned me to take him, and I had every intention of doing so.

I lined my cock with his opening and carefully entered. I pushed past the first ring of muscle, and he gasped. “I can stop,” I said. “Should I pull out?”

“No!” He took several deep breaths. “I’m okay. I’m getting used to you.” He took another three deep breaths. “Okay, keep going.”

I pushed deeper until I was fully sheathed inside of him.

“Oh, my fucking God, Rafael.” His guttural moan filled the room. “I’m so full. You’re hitting every spot. Fuck.”

I didn’t. Move. A muscle. Partly because I wanted him to adjust to my girth, and partly because if I so much as moved, I knew I’d come. The only word to describe how it felt having Cody wrapped around my dick like that was glorious.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through my body as his ass clenched around my cock. I closed my eyes and thought about Algebra because I didn’t want to come, and I was so fucking close .

Math finally settled my stampeding orgasm, and I started thrusting.

“Cody…good fucking boy…”

“Shit, Rafael. Call me a good boy again.”

“Mmm, you like this big fat cock in your ass? You gonna be my good boy and ride this fucking cock from now on?”

His hands latched onto the headboard as his cry of ecstasy echoed off the walls.

“That’s a good boy. You’re gonna make my cock feel good from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh shit! Sir?

“Say it again!”

“Fuck me, sir. Please.”

I started pounding into him with long, deep thrusts.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Perfect!”

Sweat poured down my head. Flames ignited as I watched Cody taking my cock like a fucking champion.

“Will you say, “Thank you, sir,” each time I push into you?” I asked.

It was a bold move, but we were so intense by that point, and hearing him call me sir was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

His eyes widened, and he smiled like a little villain. “Yes, sir.”

I pulled out almost completely, then slammed into his ass.

“Thank you, sir!”

I did it again.

“Thank you, sir!”

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Cody.”

Again.

“Thank you, sir!”

“I’m gonna come, Cody.”

“I want it. Please!”

The sound that left my mouth when I came could have caused an earthquake. Tiny white dots blinded my vision as my cum filled his ass. It was a full-body experience. Pleasure soared through my veins as the best orgasm of my life wrecked me to pieces.

Cody’s body was like a drug I couldn’t resist. I wanted our bodies linked like that forever. I lowered myself to give him a kiss.

Then I remembered he didn’t come.

“I wanna make you come, Cody. How do you wanna come?”

He hummed as a satisfied smile stretched across his face. “Will you finger my prostate again?” he asked.

With. Fucking. Pleasure.

I slowly freed myself from the hottest ass in the universe. I asked him to hold his legs up again, then slid a finger inside him.

My cock rallied again as I felt my cum in his ass.

I found his spot, and Cody released a moan for the ages. My finger pulsed against it as I gripped his cock and started stroking.

“Rafael, it’s so good. It’s so good,” he moaned.

Cody was almost sobbing at that point. I didn’t relent. He was going to have the orgasm of the century—or my name wasn’t Rafael Caden Sinclair.

“Rafael!” Cody called my name as thick ropes of cum covered his chest and torso. I leaned down and licked it up—the salty taste of his release making me fucking feral.

Cody released his legs, and his body collapsed into a state of pure relaxation. I hopped up and grabbed a towel to clean him.

Once the cum and sweat were off his body, I lay down next to him and pulled him close.

“You’re little spoon,” I said.

I wrapped him in my arms, and Cody turned to kiss me.

“Should we shower?” he asked.

“In a minute,” I replied. “I just want to hold you like this for a second.”

We showered eventually, but it was tough leaving that position.

I didn’t know what was happening anymore. I wasn’t thinking about Hank or my plan or anything other than the way Cody felt in my embrace. For a brief second, panic started to take hold, but I stopped it. This was as much Cody’s night as it was mine, and he didn’t need me to freak out.

With my mind finally quiet, I let us have the peace of simply existing side by side: my arms wrapped around his body, his cute butt pressed into me, and we fell asleep.