Disclaimer: I do NOT own Zack or Cody Martin, the Tipton Hotel and any character in this work of fiction. I only own the plot to this work.
NOTE: Thanks for all of you review, guys. And, sorry this update didn't come as fast as the others, but, I was gone the past couple days. Anyway, here's the next chapter.
Cody didn't think it was possible to feel as dirty as he did. He stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, walked over and looked at himself in the mirror. How could Zack do that to him? How could he let Zack do that to him? What did he do to deserve that? Then he remembered, he'd said something that, admittedly, was pretty mean. Maybe he did deserve it; Zack had asked him to watch what he said.
He ran his finger across the bruise that was already starting to form where Zack had punched him. It stung quite a bit, but he'd had worse; it was going to leave quite the bruise, though.
He looked away from the mirror, not wanting to see the wound. He unbuttoned his pajama top and let it fall to the floor; he started to undress further when he heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Are you still dressed, Cody? Can I come in?"
Cody thought about it. He really should say he was already in the shower.
"Please, Codes?"
Zack had somewhat of a pleading desperation in his voice, and he didn't sound like the Zack from earlier, it sounded like the Zack he loved.
"Y…yea, I'm dressed, come on in."
Zack opened the door and stepped in.
"Hey, Buddy; I brought you this bag of ice for your head. Sit down and hold it on there for a while."
Cody put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. Zack put the ice bag on the wound on Cody's head. The wound that he had caused. He was really sorry about hurting Cody, but didn't really know how to tell him.
"Hey, Cody….I, uhhh…." He couldn't put the words together in his mind, much less tell them to Cody, "want me to run you some bath water?"
"Sure, Zack," Cody smiled and held the ice bag on his head. Zack was being sweet again. "if you want to, but don't run it too hot, I don't like my water scorching like you do."
"Got it." Zack smiled toward his brother and turned to the bath tub. He ran the bathwater an equal mix of hot and cold water. When the water reached the point in the tub that wouldn't overflow when Cody sat in it, but was the appropriate height, Zack turned the knobs to stop the flow.
"There ya go, Cody, It's the temperature you like, so, I'm gonna get out, and let you take your bath."
Zack started to walk towards the door.
"Wait!"
"What's up, Bro?"
"Never mind, can you take this ice bag back? My head feels a lot better."
"Sure," Zack took the ice bag from his brother and opened the door, "And, Cody…."
"Yea, Zack?"
"I'm sorry."
Zack didn't specify, but Cody knew what he meant. Before Cody had a chance to say anything in reply, Zack was out of the room and the door was shut.
Cody stripped of his pajama bottoms and boxers and stepped into the water. It was the perfect temperature, like he wanted, but he didn't much feel like taking a bath anymore, he pulled the plug from tub, drained the water, and turned on the shower, instead. Unlike his usual habits, he only turned the knob of the hot water. He let the searing water sting his skin. In a way it was comforting, it was like it was washing away the sins of what happened earlier, it was like he could be clean again.
Cody ran the events of the morning through his mind for what felt like the thousandth time. He thought of the breakfast he'd made for Zack, he thought of the smile gracing Zack's face before Cody said what he did, but, most of all, he thought of Zack touching his-
"Stop it, Cody!" Cody said to himself. "You can't think like that! It's not right. It was wrong, it was, it was…it was nice…."
Cody couldn't stop himself anymore. All he could think about was Zack's hand wrapped around his cock, moving at the same pace as he was moving the hand in his own shorts. He thought of Zack's soft moans. He thought of Zack running his thumb across the head of his dick. He thought of Zack moaning his name, despite himself. Somewhere in his mind was the thought of how fucked up it was to think of this, much less in a pleasurable way, but that thought was pushed back by the haze of lust that was filling his thoughts now.
Cody reached down and grabbed himself, pretending it was Zack's hand. He didn't know why he was pretending it was Zack's hand. Yes he did, he couldn't lie to himself, he was thinking of Zack because it made him hot. Cody slid his and up and down on is cock, thumbing the head of it, as Zack had done earlier. Cody could feel himself getting closer to his climax. He found that Zack's name had started slipping from his lips, but he couldn't recall willing his vocal chords. He was so lost in his own minds and his brother's name that he didn't hear the bathroom door swing open and footsteps patter in.
"Zack, Zack, Zack…." His voice faltered and his hips bucked involuntarily. White flashed before Cody's eyes as he exploded into his hand and felt the hot liquid spray up to his chest. He stood up and let the water wash over him, washing away the mess. He couldn't remember when he'd slid down the wall of the shower and onto the floor of the tub. When he made sure all of the mess was cleaned off of him, he pulled the shower curtain open and stepped right in front of Zack.
"So, I heard you saying my name, Cody, and, I noticed you were in a shower, 'stead of the bath I ran for you. What could you possibly have been doing in there?"
"I…..ummm…well" Cody's brain had completely shut down. He had turned red, and opened his mouth to speak again.
Zack shoved Cody backwards, making him trip over the tub, but grabbed his arms so he wouldn't slam against the tiled wall.
"Zack! What-"
"I knew you enjoyed that back there."
Zack unzipped his shorts, and let them fall to the floor. Cody's eyes went wide when Zack dropped his boxers to the floor as well. His eyes didn't widen of surprise, he'd seen this coming when he stepped out in front of Zack, his eyes widened for the simple fact that he hadn't seen Zack's dick in years, not since they'd grown. Well, that, and the fact that his was actually bigger than Zack. He mentally smirked at that fact, when he knew he should be worried about what Zack was going to do. His smirk must not have been as mental as he thought, because Zack leaned down and put his face in front of Cody's.
"What are you smiling about, Cody?"
"Just the fact that my dick is bigger than yours." Cody smirked again. He'd actually thought that remark through before he'd said it. In fact, he'd thought this whole situation through already. He foresaw Zack's next move and stuck his arm up, blacking Zack's fist from connecting with his face. It surprised him as much as it surprised Zack, he didn't know where that burst of courage and attitude came from, and he was sure he'd pay for it later, but for now, he was riding with it.
"Zack, I know that we both know that is not what you came here for, so, why don't you just get it over with."
"Someone's got a mouth on them, don't they?"
"A lot of people have mouths, Zack; I guess I really am the smart one."
Cody let this punch collide with his cheek, if nothing more than for effect.
"I guess there's more than one way to make you stop talking."
The look of fear that usually was in Cody's eyes in times like this made Zack hard, but, there was no fear in Cody's eyes now, Cody was just staring straight ahead. If anything, Cody's eyes held amusement, not fear, spite, or hate one would expect to see. This new side of Cody excited Zack as well. He saw it as more of a challenge, and this aroused Zack as well.
Zack grabbed his cock, and directed it towards Cody's face.
"Are you gonna be a good little bitch and open up for me, or am I going to have to force you?"
"Fuck off, Zack."
Zack slapped Cody across the face again, eliciting a slight cry from Cody. Zack grabbed Cody's face and squeezed, hard. The pressed his thumb and fingers against Cody's cheeks. It hurt, and Cody opened his mouth. Zack guided his cock towards Cody's open mouth. He removed his hand to see if Cody would snap his mouth closed, but, as he thought, Cody held his mouth open.
"I see you just want to do it the easy way. It would be wise not to use teeth, Cody."
Cody kept his mouth open; his face was already going to be bruised, and he'd foreseen this coming anyway.
Zack slowly slid his dick into his brother's mouth. He gasped at how hot his brother's mouth was. He put his hands on Cody's head, and started to guide his brother into movement. Cody didn't resist, he knew it would only cause trouble. Also, he didn't dare even think of biting down; he wouldn't hurt Zack like that. To Cody's surprise, this experience didn't taste as bad as he thought it would, Zack had taken a shower this morning, after all. Zack continued moving his brother's head up and down on his dick. At one point, Cody stated sucking slightly, causing Zack to moan his name.
Cody hated himself for it, but this experience had gotten him hard again, and Zack's moaning wasn't helping at all. He reached his hand down and started stroking himself in rhythm with is head's movement. Zack noticed this, let go of Cody's head, and grabbed his arms, holding them above his head. He held onto Cody's wrists with one hand, and put the other hand back onto Cody's head, guiding him, though, with Zack's hand gone from his head; Cody had not stopped his motions.
"You're not supposed to be enjoying this, Codes." Zack, himself couldn't even be sure he was serious when he was saying this. Cody tried saying something, but, with something like this in your mouth, you speak only in vowels.
Zack was close to the edge, and he was halfway thinking about taking his cock out of Cody's mouth when he came, but the vibrations of Cody's humming sent him into ecstasy, and he forgot he ever thought about that. He held Cody's head still, as he came into his mouth.
Cody had been an experimental kid, and he's tasted himself before, so the salty taste didn't really come as a surprise to him. It wasn't as nasty as one would expect, in fact, he wouldn't ever tell Zack, but he sort of enjoyed the taste. He did as he figured Zack would tell him to, anyway, and drank down his brother's cum.
Zack took his, now flaccid, member from Cody's mouth. He still had hold of Cody's hands with one hand; he grabbed a wrist in each hand and pulled his little brother up from the bath tub. He pulled Cody by the shoulder and shoved him against the wall. Cody though that Zack was going to strike him again, and closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the punch.
But, much to Cody's surprise, Zack slid himself down Cody's body, until he was on his knees.
"However, Cody, you are allowed to enjoy this."
Cody wasn't sure what he meant when he said that. It didn't click with what he had said earlier until Zack had taken Cody into his mouth. Cody gasped at his dick being suddenly encased in such a hot, wet orifice. Zack, without any help, slid his mouth up and down Cody's shaft like a pro. He tightened his lips around Cody, to heighten the effect. In addition, he sucked gently on the head of Cody's dick each time he slid his head back up.
Cody was in too much of a euphoric bliss to realize that he should not be getting pleasure from his own family member doing this to him. It had barely been any time at all and Cody was already close to his orgasm. He started to buck into Zack's mouth, but Zack shoved his hips back against the wall, and, along with a sharp slap to the thigh, told Cody not to do that. Cody bucked again, voluntarily this time, in hopes that Zack would slap him like that again. That slap, the sting on his flesh, had brought him even closer to his climax. Zack knew that's why Cody bucked again, from the moan he received with the first slap. Zack slid back towards the middle of the bathroom, pulling Cody with him, not stopping his head motions. With Cody's back off the wall, Zack slapped Cody on the butt hard. This caused Cody to scream out, in some sick mix of pain and intense pleasure.
"Do it again!" Cody yelled, tangling his hands in Zack's hair.
Zack did as Cody said and slapped him again; he slapped him harder this time, because of the pain of Cody pulling his hair.
Cody cried out again. He couldn't take much more, and Zack noticed this when Cody's breathing increased in speed and became ragged. Zack shoved Cody back against the wall again, and, in the process, Zack took all of Cody into his mouth. Sure, it gagged him, but he loved the sounds he could make Cody make; plus, he was sure that the throat movements this caused just made Cody's orgasm all the better.
"Zack…..Zack….Zackary…..Zackary…." Cody was almost screaming Zack's name. Zack slapped him hard on the thigh again to quiet him down, though, it accomplished the opposite. The slap landed right when Cody came, and caused him to cry out Zack's name even louder. Zack immediately loved the taste of his brother's semen, and was disappointed when Cody's flow stopped. Cody's body was covered in a thin coat of sweat as he slid down the wall, his legs spreading so he could sit in front of where Zack was on his knees. Zack, who had lost his shirt somewhere in between getting his dick sucked, and starting to suck his brother's, fell forward onto Cody.
Cody draped his arms around his brother. They were both covered in a sheet of sweat, they were both naked, and they fit perfectly together like this. Zack started to try to sand up, but, when he started to push himself up, Cody pulled him back down by his shoulders.
"Just…..stay…..alittlelonger." Cody slurred the last part of the sentence together.
"Anything for you, Little Brother."
Cody loved this Zack, the sweet Zack that would do things like cook him breakfast, ice his bruises, and lay on him when they were both sweaty and naked.
When Cody had gained his full thinking ability back, he realized he had to pee.
"Zack, I need to pee, can you get up?"
Zack did as requested, and stood up, he reached down and helped his brother up. Cody lifted the lid and seat of the toilet, and started to point himself towards the, bowl until he had a though.
"Hey, Zack?"
"Yea, Codes? You need me to leave so you can-"
"No. You remember when we were little and I would always miss when I would try to pee by myself?"
"Yea, what about it?"
"Well, for a while, until I learned to aim, you would hold it for me, remember?"
"Yes, I remember that." Zack thought he knew where Cody was going with this.
"Well, could you do it again, you know, for old time's sake?"
Zack stood behind Cody, looked over his shoulder, and took old of Cody's penis. Cody started to pee, and Zack directed it into the toilet, just like they used to.
NOTE: Long Chapter! I think I'm going to wrap this story up pretty soon, next chapter or two, maybe. I'd try to write more tonight, but its 4 am, and I took my sleepy pills already, haha. I really had fun writing this chapter, probably because I am a perv. I think I want to write another Zack and Cody fic. This has been a blast to write. Do you guys think I should? Anyway, did any of you catch that Fight Club reference I made? I love that movie! Also, sorry for the peeing part, I don't know why I wrote that, but, as I said, it's 4 am, and I took sleep aides, so I write stuff like that, and lose chunks of time, haha.
Reviews will be appreciated, Flames will be accepted. Either way, you're reading my shit.
~Erika XTC.
