Took me long enough to update with all the work and stuff. I doubt other updates will take less time since my schedule's tight for the next weeks, but Mizzy and me are working on the next chapter of "Sex, Drugs and True Love" already, hoping to finish it by the weekend.
I'm still let down by the lack of reviews, always thinking that if you have time to read a story and even alert it, you should also have time to leave a short feedback, but I guess people are just too busy (or lazy) to do so. Enough with the complianing now and on to the story...
Pairing: Cody/Jake - Coke :P
Title: Car Ride
Warning: Smut (what else?), Blow Job
Disclaimer: I don't own Cody's thoughts... and I honestly don't want to. I only want to own his body :P
Cody's POV
It could have been worse. I could be stuck in a car with Mark Henry, Khali and Big Show, instead I'm in here with the All American American. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like him… au contraire… it's the opposite and that's what makes it so unbearable. It's killing me that I have to listen to that cute lisp all the time without being able to just kiss those beautiful, soft, full lips. It's killing me that I have his manly yet delicious scent tickling my nostrils without being able to bury my face in his neck. It's killing me that I'm that close to that perfect, sculpted, muscular body without being allowed to touch.
And what makes it even worse is not only the traffic jam we just hit –which means we'll be stuck together for even longer- but also my cock jumping and twitching every single time our eyes meet and he sends me that absolute breath-taking smile of his. I swear I already must be looking like a damn tomato. "Everything okay, Rhodes?"
God, there it is again. He's obviously caught onto my little dilemma. My shifting around in the seat, my hands trying to cover what I can, the flush on my cheeks, must have given me away… completely. "Yeah sure… Just a little… uhmm… warm." I try to sound casual, try to play innocent, but out of the corner of my eyes I can see his lips curling into that cocky smirk of his and I know he doesn't buy my cheap lie at all. He leaves it there, though, turning the A/C higher up and in the same go changes the music-channel to something rockier, something louder, the songs at least distracting me from my problem for a while.
We're not moving, a few feet every ten minutes maybe, and I start wondering how the guy stays that calm. I would've already gotten impatient by now, throwing a fit, blaming god and the world for my misery, but Jake just smiles, humming contently along with whatever song's blasting through the radio. I decide to give that sleep-thing a try, even though I know it's unkind to the driver, but it might provide me from any further awkwardness and maybe doing the biggest mistake of my life.
I don't know for how long I sleep, but I actually jump out of unconsciousness when I feel something large, something warm and strong, cover my thigh, and glancing down through half-lidded, sleep-dazed eyes, I manage to make out a palm laying there, squeezing gently. Looking back up I see Jake's gaze on the road, as if in concentration, though the broad grin on his lips definitely betrays his act. "Slept well?" Eyes still on the road, he pulls his hand away as if it had never rested on my thigh, casually, innocently, and my eyes dart back down, already missing his touch, my mind barely registering his words. "Earth to Rhodes? Did you sleep well?"
"Ugh? Yeah…" It's croaked, out of surprise, out of the daze, kind of shaky even, and I take a deep breath to calm myself, eyes drifting back to the street to see hat we haven't moved –not far at least. "How long have I been out?" "Not long… an hour maybe." "Sorry." However, Jake just shrugs, lips still curled up in a grin as our eyes meet for a split second. I don't know if it's my imagination or whatnot, but I swear I just saw a glimpse of lust in those beautiful greens and I gulp down the tiny bit of self-control I've left before leaning in for possibly the biggest mistake in my whole 25 years so far –and believe me, I've already done a lot of shit.
I don't know if he saw it coming, but surprisingly –when my lips move closer to his- he leans in. He tastes good, a mix of strawberries and coke, his lips are smooth, intoxicating almost, as I touch them, taste them, explore them, my hand resting on his thigh for leverage. I can feel him shift slightly underneath, my eyes shut tight, all my other senses on high alert –and just when I fear he'll push me away, I feel something wet, something soft, tracing my lips, his tongue begging for entrance.
My eyes flutter open for a split second only to stare into his warm depths –filled with lust, clouded- and I willingly part my lips to grand him access, one of his large, rough palms cradling my neck and pulling me closer until I'm almost in his lap, straddling him, literally. His tongue's warm, gentle, as it explores the caverns of my moist mouth until it finds mine and coaxes it to life. Groaning into the kiss, he deepens it, his grip on my neck tightening, almost possessive now, and in a bold move, my hand travels up his thigh to cup his hardness through the confines of rough jeans-material.
I know I can go further as soon as he presses his groin up into my palm and an approving grunt escapes his lips only to be swallowed by my mouth, our kiss intensifying –if possible- our breath' ragged and coming out in short pants. I don't know if the traffic's still at a stop nor do I know if he has his eyes on the road and in all honesty… I don't give a damn. My fingers, skilled, make quick work of his button and the zipper, palm slipping inside to squeeze him through the flim material of his boxers, Jake's hips shooting of his seat and our lips breaking for him to let out a pleased gasp before he crashes them back onto mine with a renewed vigour, harder, more passionate, almost needy.
I hear him gasp again as my fingers pull down the silk enough to let his semi-hard cock hit the air. His breath hitches when I run one of them over the thick vein on the underside, my lips –bruised and swollen- now searching out his neck, his shoulder, his ear, kissing, nibbling, teasing him with my tongue. Feeling bold again, I wrap my fist around him, tentatively squeezing and his hips buck up into my touch.
A horn blares right behind us and as quick as I had my hand on his member, I pull it away again. His eyes shoot back open and he registers the space between us and the cars in front, starting the engine back up to drive a few feet. Meanwhile I chew my lips, hard, almost bruising them more, as I stare out of my window. I wonder if I've gone too far, wonder if he just acted out of instinct, if he even wants me or if he just wants my body. After all, I don't really have the best reputation of them all in the locker-room. The disastrous relationship with Randy and the hurtful ending had seen me spiralling down and for a few months, I had pretty much taken anything, anyone who had made a move on me –with the exception of Mark Henry and Khali… and a few others.
Before I can think any further, drift off any further, though, my hand gets tucked back out of my lap again and placed on that pulsing, throbbing hardness once more, my eyes going wide in surprise as my head snaps back to meet Jake's lust-clouded greens and those puckered up lips that are curled up in a brilliant smile. "Don't stop, Codes… please… Go ahead!" All I manage is a quick nod before my hand moves on own accord again, tightly grabbing onto the smooth flesh, stroking, my thumb brushing over the tip every time I get back up.
His lips find mine again, roughly at first, bruising, my mouth drowning out his groans as he pistons his hot sex through the firm tunnel of my fist. As I can't take it anymore, my lips leave his and –ignoring the grunt of frustration- move back to his neck, alternating between licking and biting as my fingers speed up their pace. His skin tastes so sinfully sweet despite the fine sheen of sweat that I start fantasizing about tasting more, but right now there's no time for this. Maybe when we've more time, in a more comfortable place, IF he lets me. I moan against the sensitive skin on his throat as I feel his hand covering mine, lacing our fingers together, but instead of upping the pace, he stops me.
I pull back with my best attempt at a pout, pursing my lips and fluttering my lashes, only to see the look of pure ecstasy in his eyes, his lips parted, sweat running down his forehead, hair ruffled and wet, and without needing to say a word, I shift in my seat and lean down to swallow him whole. I can feel his body tense underneath me and already know that it won't take long, silently thanking my fingers for being that skilled as he lifts his hips to bury himself balls-deep in the hot caverns of my mouth.
Turning off my gagging-reflex I start moving on him, around him, teeth scraping the pulsing skin when going down, tongue lapping the veiny underside when I come back up, circling the tip, dipping into the slit, down again using my teeth, swallowing, sucking, up again using my tongue, swirling, dipping, blowing. As his hand pulls free of mine, I use the chance to grab his balls, rolling them, squeezing, massaging, feeling them harden under the force of my palm.
The car's filled with heavy panting, loud, throaty moans, some unearthly sounding growls, Jake's fingers tucking at my hair, leading me, increasing the pace as he gets closer and closer, thrusting into my throat harder, faster, deeper.
I can feel him throbbing against my tongue and go for the grand finale, one of my fingers searching that sensitive, fleshy spot right behind his balls, rubbing it in circles while I come back up, swirling my tongue around that angry red head of his before humming. It does the trick, and as I press my fingertip against that sweet spot of his, I can hear his breath hitch for a final time, both his hands firmly grabbing the back of my head to keep me in place –as if I want to move anyways- as he explodes in my mouth, hot, sticky ribbons –salty but delicious- shooting down my throat as I swallow everything he gives me, my lips tightly clamped around him, milking him.
His body twitches and bucks almost violently, my palms now resting on his thighs to keep him from bruising my throat, my eyes wide open, staring up at him, almost losing it myself at the sight of Jake in the midst of pure ecstasy. It's truly one of the sexiest things I've seen in my life –and I've seen a lot- and it catapults me right back into reality, the questions from earlier invading my thoughts again.
I slowly pull away, licking my lips clean to savour his taste before I feel the heat in my cheeks and try to look anywhere but at him –that is until I feel two large, warm palms cupping my cheeks and my lips soon meeting his, my eyes fluttering shut again with the tenderness, the warmth, the emotions of the kiss, completely melting against the big, muscular body of Jake and I barely register his husked words, my brain total mush "I'll pay you back after the show tonight… I like my relationships to be equal."
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Next up is either Randy/Jake or John/Ted (yes, I'm gonna write a Cena-fic... now sue me).
I've also planned some Codiasi and Candy, but I dunno when I'll get along to write them... please be patient.