Rating: NC-17 romance/violence
Summary: The true life of Tipton Hotel.
(I don't own the Suite Life.)
Chapter Three: Too Smart For Me; Too Red For Me
Rating: NC-17
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Wednesday Morning
Cody rubbed his head,
watching Zack get ready for school. He saw Zack slip off the shirt,
quickly replaced by another red shirt; he saw Zack remove the pajama
pants and exposed the whitey-tighties that Zack always had to wear,
but it was soon covered up with jeans that were a size tighter than
they should be.
"You shouldn't wear girl jeans," Cody called, moving the covers off of his legs.
"Who said I had to listen to you?" Zack snapped back, looking at himself in the mirror. He grabbed his back-pack and began walking to the door when he noticed something: his twin brother wasn't following. "Aren't you coming with me to school?"
"Don't have to," Cody replied, walking over to the dresser. "Me and Bob are going to stay here with the other eighth graders who got the letter to meet with students of Merit."
"Students of what?"
"Merit Scholars, Zack," Cody answered, slipping off his shirt and exposing the small nipples on his chest to Zack, who looked away before his brother noticed anything. Cody pulled on a new shirt, and jumped out of his pajama bottoms to slip on a pair of loose jeans. He then grabbed a sweater vest and put it over his button-up shirt. "Smart people."
"Oh, no wonder you're going; they're all geeks."
"Geeks who will rule the world," Cody quoted from the letter. "Geeks who can skip grades."
Skip grades? Zack's eyebrows raised, his eyes shining with interest. Maybe if he skipped grades, he'd be in the same class with Jesse. No, impossible. They'd only be in the same class for two – maybe four – days until Jesse would have to go back on the tour bus for more days around the states.
"Well, great for you. You'd be the only kid in college without a hair above his lip," Zack chuckled, walking into the kitchen/living room/dining room, where his mom was dealing with the music company on the phone. Her singing had snowballed from the simple cocktail parties at the Tipton to a company; she was now working out her performances and gigs around Boston. Their mom said if she could just get out there in Boston, they'd have some extra cash.
"But I have two sons here!" she shouted, scaring Zack. "I might as well take them with me ... no, their father is too busy with music of his own." There was a slight pause as Zack grabbed an apple from the counter. "Three thousand dollars?" The sound of money attracted Zack to the table, his thumb up in the air.
Carey rolled his eyes, writing down the number. "Thank you. Yes, yes, thank you."
Hanging up the phone, she put her pen down and walked to the room, calling for Cody to get up and get ready. Walking back into the living room, she saw Zack looking over the numbers she had wrote down. "Twelve different clubs want me – all of them are up in New York."
"Well, go," Zack said easily.
The doorbell rang, and Carey said, "It's not that easy, Zack," before answering the door. There stood Maddie outside the Tipton and School uniforms she usually wore; a colorful skirt draped down to her legs. A matching skirt was placed over a bikini top, the straps clearly showing. Her hair had been curled down and pulled back by a heart-shaped holder. A bright smile was painted on her lips "Well, look who's happy."
"Hey Carey. I'm here to pick up Cody for the eighth grade meeting."
"Oh, you're one of the special guests?" Carey asked, opening the door wider for her to step in.
"I wish," Maddie said with a smile. "I'm here with Trevor; I just wanted to take Cody there so he knows where it is. They moved it over to the restaurant down the street because they're setting up the set for Jesse this weekend."
"Jesse McCartney?" Zack screamed, jumping out of the dining chair.
Maddie giggled, "Yeah, he's going to be here this weekend, and maybe next week, I think. He wants to settle down. Or, that's what London tells me."
Zack shot a fist through the air. "We're like, twins!"
Carey shot him a glare. "And what about Cody?"
"I thought he'd hang out with the nerds again, like last time."
Carey sighed desperately as Cody walked into the room, surprised to see Maddie and the dining chair knocked down. "Hi Maddie," he greeted, walking to the table to get his back-pack.
"Oh, Cody! They want me to do twelve gigs in New York."
"New York, that's awesome, Mom!" Cody said with joy, looking over the papers.
"I want you two to tell me if you either one of you feel uncomfortable with me leaving. I'd have to leave tomorrow in the morning, and be back next week," Carey explained, looking Maddie's way. "I'm sure Estaban, Muriel, Mosbey, and Maddie will be here to take care of you. Of course, that doesn't mean you can have a party. Someone will be here to check up on you regularly for me."
"Who'll that be?" Zack asked, taking a big bite out of his apple.
"You won't know," Carey said, with a wink towards Maddie.
"Well, I'm fine with it," Zack said, tossing the apple into the trashcan.
"Cody?"
"Mom! It's twelve gigs! That's like . . . three thousand dollars in New York! You'd only make one hundred totals here at the Tipton for equal times!" Cody explained, doing the entire math in his head.
"You really are smart," Maddie said with excitement.
"Well, then, I better get packing."
Later
The restaurant was
fancy, the type you'd see where celebrities eat. It had an amount
of serving, from Chinese – even with the chop sticks – to Italian
seafood, all paid by the program. Three Merit Scholars stood at one
side of the table, the one at the far end was Trevor, who Maddie
introduced to Cody. Cody was sitting two seats up from Maddie and
Trevor on the other side of the long table, near the other five
eighth graders. The sponsor sat on one end, while the director sat at
the other end. They were all into eating when Bob stood up, running a
hand through his red hair and walked to the bathroom.
Cody, feeling the urge to talk to someone, followed.
The bathroom was empty as Bob stood in front of a sink, washing his face. Cody entered, shaking like it was winter. "I'm so nervous. I could flick some shrimp into the director's face, I'm sitting so close to him."
Wiping his face with a paper towel, Bob replied, "Try sitting next to the sponsor. He eats like a cow, chewing down and around – I saw things I didn't need to see chewed up." Cody stood next to him, running water down his face also.
"Well, at least we're half way through the meeting," Cody added, whipping his face with his own paper towel. When he tossed it in the large trashcan behind Bob, Bob stepped forward, gripping Cody's shoulders.
"Bob?"
Bob stepped forward, letting his lips slip on Cody's. The feeling was heating the room up; Cody suddenly felt the need of running his face through the water again, but he felt . . . pleasure somewhat in all of it. He closed his eyes, letting his hands hang on the side as Bob moved forward, crushing their lips together. When the kiss came to an end within seconds, Bob and Cody opened both their eyes at the same time, their lips not even inches apart.
". . . Bob?"
"Nah. I – I just can't do it." And before Cody could even ask do what, Bob had escaped into the silent restaurant.
Thursday Morning
Cody slipped his hands up the red hair, moving it inbetween fingers as his lover removed the last parts of clothing. "Are you sure, Bob?" Cody asked, moving closer so their cocks grinded together. Bob let out a pleasuring moan, before locking lips with his -
A shout was heard in the room, anger and loud.
Zack threw the pillow up off his head, looking through his messy bangs to see that Moseby was standing in the doorway, an apron over his regular clothes. "Time for breakfast!"