Disclaimer: See Chapter 10.
Note: This chapter is a little NSFW. Just forewarning. See you Monday! Enjoy! -JJ
Actions & Motives
When Cody woke the next morning, he felt nervousness and anxiousness tumbling around in his belly. He'd had the most delicious yet raunchy dream the night before. He knew it was a dream because everyone in it was perfectly clear, but it wasn't the acts in his dream that had him feeling off. It had been who it had starred in his sexy dream. He shook his head, poking his head out his door, looking around before darting into the bathroom. He had to have a cold shower.
Which had led him to where it was at that moment: standing under the cool spray in the shower, his hot body refusing to be soothed into submission. He growled, turning the single silver knob to the left, feeling the water heat up. He groaned, the water running over his chest as he leaned back against the cool surround wall and took his raging hard on in hand. He groaned, quickly starting his movements, hoping that he would be able to finish quickly. Blue eyes slipped shut as his hand moved up his hard length, letting his imagination take over.
Drew was on his knees in front of Cody, his hot hands resting on narrow hips as a pink tongue darted around parched lips. His dark blue eyes followed every ragged, shallow breath that was barely moving Cody's chest. A slow smirk took over his mouth as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the engorged head.
Cody let out a whimper, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to keep quiet. That last thing he wanted was Roman or Jon overhearing him in the shower.
Drew's lips parted, letting the velvety skin slowly slip into his mouth, his tongue running over the head, slipping into the slit to get just a taste of the little droplet of pre cum. He groaned, the steady vibrations shooting up Cody's cock, making his shiver.
Cody hands laced into the thick mane of hair, urging Drew to take more than the head into that hot mouth. He whimpered, Drew taking almost his entire length into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as the once light suction intensified ten fold. He let out a deep groan of approval, his hands tangling in the long tresses. He didn't guide Drew up and down him, just held on, sure that if he let go, he'd float away from sheer pleasure.
Drew worked hard over the hard rod in his mouth, his eyes focused completely on Cody's as he pleasured him, one large hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently as the other slid behind Cody and grabbing a firm cheek of his ass.
Cody's hips started to move, his body somewhat getting into the daydream. He bit back a groan, wondering why it was taking so long for his body to respond to the visuals he was giving it. He let out a frustrated growl, eyes opening and looking down at his still throbbing flesh. "What the fucks wrong with you?" he heatedly asked, eyes narrowing. "Just do your thing!" He let his eyes slip shut again, letting his mind remain blank as his hand moved slowly over him again.
Dark eyes looked up from between his legs, a hot, tight mouth wrapped around Cody's cock, taking it fully into his mouth expertly. Long fingers kneaded the cheeks of his ass gently, pulling him in even closer.
Cody's hips were still as his fingers tangled in the long, wavy, raven hair. His head was thrown back on the pillows, his toes curling at the perfect suction on him. He let out a low groan, hating the cool breeze that ran over his saliva slicked cock. "More," he whimpered, those large hands moving to the backs of his thighs, pushing them forward, exposing his quivering entrance.
The tanned lips only smirked, the intensity overwhelming in the steel colored eyes. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he breathed, lips pressing against the firm thigh just as one slick finger circled Cody's waiting hole. It slipped in to the second knuckle, curling just slightly, running over the tight bundle of nerves that sent Cody into a gasping moan, his once still hips already grinding down for that jolt of pleasure again.
Cody could barely hold back the constant moans of pleasure. His other hand slid down his neck, dull nails raking over a nipple as his hips moved rhythmically with his hand, his body growing hotter and hotter at his fantasy.
Cody's head fell back, the blunt head of the other man's cock pressing against his entrance. He held his breath, the head slipping into him, stretching him to the fullest, the initial burn radiating through his entire body. He groaned, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck as their lips met in sloppy but meaningful kisses.
The bigger male's lips moved down the strong neck, nipping and sucking the sun kissed skin into his mouth. "You're so fucking tight baby," he murmured, his hips coming to rest flush against Cody's. "You always are."
Cody nodded, blue eyes opening and locking with grey ones. "Don't stop, I need every bit of you," he growled, pulling those lips back to him. The first few thrusts were slow, readying Cody for what was to come. It was the first, deep, bone shattering slam of their hips together that pulled a pleasured scream from his lips. "Fuck, like that, don't let up."
The other man obeyed without a word, his body crashing into Cody's over and over again. "We keep this up and I'm gonna blow," he warned, never slowing his rushed movements, his hand reaching between them and taking up Cody's heavily leaking cock, stroking it just as fast.
Cody nodded, mind fuzzy. He was just as close. "It's okay, I'm about to…" he started, a loud scream falling from his lips as the other man's hips angled just enough to stab right into his sweet spot. He felt the tightening inside of his belly shatter, his cock pulsating between them as his hot seed flew between their sweat slicked bodies, coating them both. "Fuck, Roman!"
Cody's eyes flew open, hand stilling at the base of his throbbing cock, his release draining from him into the white tub. He breathed hard, resting heavily against the wall, cheeks red not only from arousal but embarrassment that he'd just gotten off to the fantasy of his roommate fucking him into the mattress. He groaned, covering his blazing face with his hands, soaping himself up and rinsing off. He couldn't believe himself.
He pushed it from his mind as he finished his shower and wrapped the towel around his hips. He opened the door, listening hard for any indication that Roman was awake. He sucked in a relieved sigh when all he heard was Jon's deep snores as he hurried back into his room. He dropped the towel, slowly pulling on his clothes, a pair of straight leg jeans and a plain black t-shirt with white writing before pulling his brace on and opening the door. He knew it was still pretty early in the morning, but it would take him at least an hour to get to the tattoo parlor if he walked.
Once he opened his door again, he heard the clanging of pots and pans, then loud heated words. He felt his blood run cold as he tip toed into the living room, looking over to where Roman was struggling to find a skillet in their kitchen. His breath hitched in his throat, the bigger man standing there in only a pair of boxers, which were currently riding extra low on his hips, giving whomever cared to look a little peek of the very beginning of his crack.
Cody swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, blood rushing to his lower regions once again. "D-don't w-worry… about it," he stuttered, hazy, half lidded eyes jerking to look at him. "I'm meeting up with Seth, so don't force yourself to make breakfast."
Roman felt his cheeks heat up, those blue eyes running over his bare chest. He felt awkward, unable to straighten the night before out. It was all so fuzzy in his mind. "About last night," he started, remembering that Cody had helped him into bed. "I don't really remember all of it, so if I said or did some stupid things, I'm sorry."
Cody shook his head, the tender words from the night before wrapping around his heart, sucking the air from his lungs. "Don't worry, it's all good," he replied, eyes unable to meet Roman's, not after his dream and his intimate shower fantasy. He licked his dry lower lip, his eyes trailing down the dark chest, noticing that the seat belt bruise was almost fully gone. He let his sight trail a little lower, a thin line of dark hair trailing from the base of Roman's navel to under the dark blue boxers. He swallowed hard, the sight doing nothing to help his growing erection.
"Cody? You okay? Did I do something wrong?" Roman asked, heart pounding in his chest. Had he made a fool of himself the night before, or worse: say something that would completely tear apart the fragile web he'd woven? "Hey, talk to me."
Cody forced out a smile, shaking his head, his eyes on the floor. "Nope, everything's fine. I'll talk to you later, bye!" he said, turning towards the door and rushing out, grabbing his shoes in his hands. He stopped when he was at the sidewalk, breathing ragged as he pulled on his sneakers. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked quietly, rubbing his face with one hand. He had to see Seth, he couldn't wait for noon.
Seth hurried up to the tattoo parlor, noticing that it wasn't even open yet, but there right next to the door leaning against the brick wall was Cody, his good hand yanking at the Velcro straps of his brace. "Cody, what happened?" he asked, pushing back brown and blond strands of hair from his face. He knew there was something wrong with Cody just by his nervous stance, his eyes narrowed on the concrete. "Cody?"
Cody jerked away from the soft hand that touched his shoulder. "We were friends, right?" he asked, eyes moving up to taken back brown ones. He paused, a dark bruise resting proudly on Seth's right cheek, partially hidden by the brown facial hair. Suddenly, his entire thought process was irrelevant. "What the hell happened?" He reached out, Seth pulling away before his fingers could get close enough to touch the mark.
Seth put on a watery smile. "Just an accident," he breathed, resting the palm of his hand against his cheek. "I wasn't paying attention and ran right into a door last night." He pushed out a humorless chuckle, heart pounding. "So, what happened, what'd you need to talk about?"
Cody wanted to push, knowing that Seth was lying to him. "I need you to do something for me," he said, wrapping his arms around himself, eyes falling to the ground. "I'm having these weird dreams. I don't want Roman to know about it, but do you think you could go with me to this therapist. I called one while I was waiting on you and she said she could fit me in today around one. I know I'm asking a lot…"
Seth shook his head, smiling gently. "Nope, you're fine," he interrupted, reaching out and resting his hand on Cody's shoulder again. "What kind of dreams are they, if you don't mind me asking."
Cody shrugged. "They're so random. I don't want to talk about them right now," he answered, rubbing his upper arms gently, the rough material of his brace scratching him. "But that bruise on your face isn't from a door."
Seth felt his heart sink. He'd hoped that Cody would just drop the subject. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing," he tried to smooth over, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair, pushing the damp locks back. "Don't tell Rome about it."
Cody felt his body heat up. He wasn't going to lie to Roman about it. "I can't promise you that," he muttered, dark eyes focused on him. "If someone's hitting you…."
"Just drop it," Seth growled, heart pounding. He didn't want a lecture that early about a minor bruise. "I'm fine, my face is fine, no one hit me. I ran into a door." His eyes met Cody's, warning him to leave it alone.
Cody's lips pursed as his eyes narrowed. He could see that Seth was one of those people, no wonder Dean had so much trouble trying to read him. "You can't hide it," he started, stopping when he saw the intense fire in those dark eyes.
"You breathe on word of it to Roman, and he'll know about your therapist."
Blue eyes shot open at the threat. "That's really fucking low." He could feel his body start to shake and suddenly, he wondered why he even called Seth. He took a breath, wanting to keep at least the first session a secret. He'd made Roman worry enough already, he didn't want him to have to worry anymore. "Don't use him against me."
Seth suddenly felt guilty, his anger slowly seeping out of him as he slouched against the building, sighing. "Look, I'd never tell Rome anything you didn't want me to. I don't want him to know because as soon as he does Dean'll know and they both jump to conclusions. No one hit me, seriously," he explained, crossing his arms over his chest. "So this therapist, where is it?"
Cody let out a slow breath. "Downtown. I figured it wouldn't take long to walk down there. I'm just…" he paused, taking another deep breath, "I'm scared of what these are. I really want them to be memories, but if they are, I still don't know who's in them with me."
Seth nodded, looking over. "We can drive. I do have a car," he chuckled, tossing his head towards the blue Honda. "C'mon, lets get some breakfast, my treat."
Cody nodded, smiling. "How'd you know I didn't eat before I left?"
Seth let out a chortle. "Because last night Rome was so drunk he called to tell me to feed the fish while he was away on vacation. Roman hasn't had fish since we were kids, and that's because he kills them."
Cody sat at in the parking lot in Seth's car, heart pounding. He swallowed hard, looking at the radio, the time telling him his appointment was in fifteen minutes. "I should cancel," he mumbled, hands fiddling in his lap. His mind was running in a million places other than where he was sitting and he didn't realize that Seth turned the car off until he heard the driver side door slam shut.
Seth smiled, opening Cody's door and motioning for him to get out. "C'mon, don't be scared, what's the worst that can happen?" he asked cheerfully, leaning against the door as Cody unbuckled his belt and got out. "I'm here with you, and if you need someone to hug, Rome's home. He gives good hugs."
Cody shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips. Yeah, Roman did have nice hugs. He tried to push the memory of those arms around him, how they held him just tight enough, with enough warmth and serenity. He bit his lower lip gently, wondering what the Samoan was doing at home. He had just ran out on him. He hadn't gotten any texts, but then again, he was sure Roman had a lot on his mind anyway with their awkward morning.
Seth pushed open the pane glass door, letting Cody lead him into the large waiting room, chairs lining the room with a large table full of children's toys in the middle. He turned to the corner, two receptionists chit chatting between themselves, stopping only when they noticed Seth and Cody walk up to the glass window.
"Can I help you?" the red head asked, her bright smile charming.
"I have an appointment with Dr. Kim at one," Cody murmured, voice low. He was embarrassed to be there, especially with the way the little old lady in the corner was staring at him and Seth. "I made it this morning."
"Ah, yes Cody Rhodes right?" she asked, tossing her head to the side as she nibbled on the edge of her pinky nail, her other hand scribbling furiously on the paper. "Well, since this is your first visit, we won't need anything, but if you decide to continue seeing Dr. Kim, we'll need you to bring in your insurance information and such. She's a really great doctor though, so I'm sure we'll see you again!"
"Maria!" the male snapped, giving the woman a dark look from his position in front of a file cabinet, his blond hair pulled back into a bun. "Sorry 'bout that. Hope your session goes well. You're all checked in. We'll call you when she's ready."
Cody nodded, turning away from where the two were sending heated words between each other. He caught the name of the blond male as it flew from Maria's lips: Jeff. He was sure he'd see them again, as long as she could help him with these dreams, he'd come to her until she couldn't help him anymore.
Seth scooted a little closer to Cody, the bright blue eyes of the old woman a little unsettling. He went to say something after a few moments, but was left alone when Jeff opened the door and motioned for Cody to follow him. He swallowed hard, nodding at the woman with a nervous smile.
"Such a lovely couple," she hummed, smiling back, making her already wrinkly face wrinkle just a little more. "It's nice to see two young people so caring about the other."
Seth only smiled, barely able to hold back the chuckle that was swirling in the back of his throat. Oh, he'd have to tell Cody about that when he got out. He'd kill to be able to text Roman at that moment and tell him about it.
Cody sat in the small office on the long lounge chaise, the deep purple material velvety on his skin. He looked across the mahogany desk, little trinkets and papers littering it. His eyes followed the eggshell colored walls, soothing paintings and various diplomas hanging all around the room, a bookcase behind the large desk, filled to the brim with thick books. He suddenly wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to the woman. Before he got a second to think about it again, the heavy wooden door opened and a small Asian woman stood there, a bright smile on her thin lips.
"Good afternoon Mr. Rhodes," she greeted warmly, holding her hand out, her other one holding a manila folder to her chest. "I'm Dr. Gail Kim. You can just call me Gail if that's more comfortable. That's what we both want, so take you time and get comfortable."
Cody tried to smile, but was sure his nerves had messed his mouth up. He took the smaller hand and gave it a firm shake. "Call me Cody," he encouraged, sitting back down on the velvety chaise and watching as the woman walked behind her desk. Her knee length black pencil skirt emphasized her small waist and her bright blue button up shirt gave her smaller chest the perfect little oomph.
"Well Cody, you said you've been having these strange dreams lately. I've been informed by your doctor that you were recently in a car accident and are suffering from memory loss," she rattled off, sitting in the high back chair and opening the folder. "So, where did you want to start?"
Cody shrugged, looking down at the dark blue carpet, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. "I just want to understand what they are. They feel so real, like I'm reliving parts of my life, but in each one some one's always blurred out. I can't even make out the words he says but I know them."
Gail began writing on the paper in her folder, listening carefully to every word. "So, are they just everyday activities like going to the market or are they more personal," she prodded, stopping her hand as Cody's eyes narrowed on her carpet again.
Cody thought hard. Most of his dreams had nothing to do with intimacy, though he was sure some of them had lead up to it. "It depends. Some of them take place at my job, but it's not just going out and paying bills. The most recent one was seeing fireworks. Others I'm just enjoying the warmth of him against me. I've had some where we're doing everyday tasks and others where we're arguing," he went on. "Some are so vivid that I can't get them out of my head, and others are so vague that I can't really remember them when I wake up."
Gail nodded, her pen flying once again. "Do you think these could be suppressed memories?" she asked, the contemplative look on Cody's face making hers relax. "It sounds like this person is someone you're not ready to remember, why else would he be blurred out? Or maybe you're not making the connection between this person and your memories. Three years is a lot of time to cover. You might not have known him before the accident and your subconscious is trying to get you to remember him."
"What would you suggest doc?" Cody asked, looking up into the onyx colored eyes, a smile on her pink lips. "I need to do something because I'm going nuts waking up every morning with them."
"Well, as of right now, get a notebook and a pen. Keep it next to your bed and every night you have these dreams, write them down. If there's someone you can talk about them with at home, may give you some insight on what you may be remembering. But keep a journal of them, we can discuss them individually or a whole next time."
Cody nodded, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. Suddenly he was happy that he'd made the appointment. Even though they hadn't gotten far, he had a better feeling about things. "Thanks Doc," he breathed, giving a real smile for the first time since he'd entered the office. "Next week?"
Gail nodded, returning his bright smile. "I look forward to it," she said, standing and reaching out to once again shake Cody's hand. "If you ever want someone to sit in on our sessions just let me know. I'll get another chair."
Cody thanked her and made his way back down the hall he'd originally followed before entering out into the busier lobby, two small kids running around with legos. He smiled, walking over to the male at the desk now. "Hey," he started, emerald eyes looking up at him. He noticed that the other male had been doodling. "That's pretty awesome."
Jeff looked down at his sketch of the two kids playing and gave a small smirk. "It's just a hobby, makes the time go by faster. Want me to make you an appointment for next week then?" he asked, pushing the paper away and looking through the large agenda book. "We have an opening at one-thirty next Wednesday, if that works for you."
Cody nodded, setting up the last preparations before turning to where Seth was sitting, playing a game on his cell. "Well, I'm ready," he said, standing right in front of the two toned man. "I hope I didn't take you away from work or anything."
Seth looked up, shutting his game off. "Naw. I was off today," he said, standing and leading them out to his car. "So, when's your next appointment?"
"Wednesday at one thirty."
Seth made a face "I'll be at work, but if you need someone, I can ask Dean to bring you," he mused, wondering if Dean would be able to keep the secret to himself.
Cody shook his head, reaching the door of Seth's Honda and opening it. "I'll make it. If anything, I can ask Drew, or just ask Roman to use the car," he laughed, getting in.
Dean blew out a heated breath, rubbing his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, smudging oil and grease across his brow. He hissed at the heat, cursing it as he rolled out from under the car he was under. "The breeze can't even fucking blow?" he asked no one in particular, sitting up from his crawler, setting the socket down as he stood, rubbing his hands against his dirty coveralls. "I'm taking a break!" He reached into the buttoned breast pocket and pulled out his pack of smokes as he left the garage.
The white cylinder hit his lips and Dean sighed, lighting it up and blowing out the off white smoke, the sudden rush of nicotine giving him a feeling of calm. He leaned against the white siding at the back, pulling the smoke from his lips as he felt a very light breeze rush against him, drying the sweat on his skin, cooling him slightly. His eyes closed, taking another deep drag and letting it out slowly through his nostrils, the smoke only tickling him.
"One day that shit's going to kill you."
Dean cracked an eye open, that voice only making his lips turn upwards into a smile. "You've been telling me that for years, what makes you think today's gonna be any different?" he asked with a chuckle, eye closing again.
"I don't. But, just so you know, kissing you after one of those is disgusting."
Dean's eyes flew open, a heat hitting his cheeks. He gave a soft, friendly smile at the other male that was taking another step towards him. "Really? Because if I remember, I didn't even slip any tongue into it," he teased, jerking his hand away when Seth reached for his half finished cigarette. "Hey, don't mess with it."
Seth took a step back, giving up on wrestling the smoke from Dean's hand. "When do you get off?" he asked suddenly, looking down at the concrete.
Dean peered into the garage through the open bay door, eyes narrowing to read the clock. "About an hour or so. What's up?" he asked, taking a final drag before stubbing it out on the concrete and dropping it into the smoker's tower right next to the entrance.
Seth shrugged, unable to say that he just wanted to spend some time with Dean. "I was bored. I figured we could just hang out for a couple hours or something," he mused, hands digging into his pockets.
Dean shrugged, looking over the handsome face, eyes narrowing when he noticed the bruise on Seth's cheek. His muscles tightened, a dirty hand firmly grabbing Seth's chin, turning the beautiful face so he could get a better look. "What the fuck happened?" he asked, voice deadly serious.
"I ran into my bedroom door," Seth whimpered, Dean's strong hands tight on him. "Nothing to worry about." He tried to push out a chuckle, knowing that it wasn't going to help him. "So meet me at the pier around six?"
Dean nodded, releasing Seth's jaw, smirking at the smeared grease on Seth's face. "Sorry," he muttered half heartedly, pulling a red towel from his back pocket and rubbing it against the other man's face. "Didn't mean to get you dirty."
Seth was silent, his thoughts running wild. I wouldn't mind it he thought, cheeks reddening at the thought.
(A/N): Well, that was a little more than I thought it would be. These dreams haunting Cody, then his erm… fantasy in the shower. Talk about awkward the next morning! But Seth though, good friend right there, but what does he have planned for Dean? Hmm… I guess we'll find out, huh? Also, I didn't come up with the idea of Dean being a mechanic. I fell in love with the idea of him covered in grease and oil from luvcmpunk314's fic "Bad Boyfriend". So super shout out to her! And seriously, if you aren't following her fic, go do it now. It's fucking amazing! Well, let me know what you think! Onwards and Upwards! Title is Actions & Motives by 10 Years.
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