Cody and Teddy fic time!
‘Oh, John, you’re an asshole,’ Cody thought when he found himself being dragged to the dance floor. He had just told John he didn’t dance… It all happened so quickly; he was too shocked to react and sit his ass back down. He heard Ted laughing at him, thinking at that moment his boyfriend was a complete ass, as well.
“John, I really don’t dance.”
“Don’t worry about it; let me lead the way.” He stood there as John swung his arms around in no particular order.
He turned his head when he heard Randy say, “Hey, John?” He grinned when he saw Teddy in Randy’s arms. Serves him right.
“Yes, Randy?”
“I do believe we have the wrong partners.”
John looked at him and smirked, and then he looked back to Randy. “Why, Randy, I think you’re right. Ok, you take this one, and I’ll take him off your hands.”
Ted took his hands and smiled at him. He smiled back and let himself be twirled around by the older man. He was loosening up a bit. He hadn’t run off, had he? “I can’t believe you.”
“What? Come on, Cody, you have to dance at a wedding.”
“I never have before,” he countered.
“That’s because you’ve never been to a wedding with me before, you party pooper.”
Cody stuck out his tongue, yet he continued to let himself be moved around by Ted. See? Loosening up. He even did the Macarena.
“I am not doing that,” Cody insisted when the music started.
“Yes, you are. Come on, man, we’re amongst friends, and we’re all looking like idiots. Even Randy is doing it.”
“And if Randy jumped off a bridge, would you do it, too?”
Ted rolled his eyes, “You did not just say that, did you? Come on, it’s only the Macarena.”
“Fine.” He gave in and the two of them joined in the line. When the next song, the Chicken Dance, started, Ted gave Cody his best puppy dog eyes, and Cody found himself caving once again.
He really did find himself loosening up as the evening went on. When “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” started, he happily slow danced with Ted. Not very well, mind you, since neither really knew what to do, but they tried.
Randy’s sister had found her way over to them at the start of the next song. Ted danced next to Cody while he danced with her. Randy yelled to him, “Hey! No putting the moves on my sister!”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Randy,” Cody shouted back. “I’m 100 percent taken.” He looked over to Ted and smiled. He then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before getting back to dancing.
“Good to know,” Randy replied, grinning.
The two didn’t leave the dance floor. Well, except that time when Cody had to pee, followed a few minutes later when Ted had to go. Other than that, the two didn’t leave the dance floor. They, along with every other couple, danced to the final song of the night.
They said their goodbyes and gave their congratulations to the guys one more time before they left for their car. “I hope someone had a video camera,” Ted said when he opened the door.
“Why?” Cody asked over the top of the car before either had gotten in.
Both of them sat down and closed the door before Ted answered, “Because you should have seen yourself. You were actually dancing. And you were dancing with people other than me.” He started the car up, turned his blinker on, and turned out into the street.
Cody shrugged, “Well, you know, I figured I might as well have a good time.”
“Sure, right. You decided that all on your own. Dude, if it were up to you, you would have sat there on your ass all night.”
“No, not all night. I probably would have danced with you. At some point.”
“Yeah, ok, you tell yourself that.”
“Fine, I will.”
The ride back to their hotel was fairly quiet, and consisted mainly of Cody flipping through the radio stations. Ted didn’t mind that so much, even though he was the one driving, since they had similar tastes in music. As long as a rap station was never turned on, the two of them would be ok.
They arrived at the hotel with little issue, which was a rarity for those two. Neither of them had what one could call a good sense of direction.
After they got to their room, they sat on their bed and started to undress. “So, man, John and Randy are actually married,” Ted said, getting out of his suit coat and starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Yeah… But can you believe him? Asking if we’ll be in their position in six years…” Cody replied, shucking off his shirt.
“Mmm… What if, uhh, marriage is legal back home in six years for us…? I mean, would you? One day?”
Cody turned slightly and lifted one leg, keeping the other on the floor, so he was now facing Ted. “Are you asking?”
Ted mirrored his pose, “No. It was just a hypothetical question…”
“Probably,” Cody answered, looking away.
Ted smiled and slid his hand across the mattress, covering Cody’s hand with his. Cody looked back up and the young couple made eye contact. They moved in at the same time, closing the gap between them. Their mouths clashed, their hands grazed over exposed flesh, their legs hooked around one another’s. Cody found himself on his back with Ted on top of him, their bare chests pressing against each other.
Ted pulled back and let his eyes take in the sight of Cody underneath him, shirtless, pants unbuttoned. Cody reached his hands out to unbutton Ted’s pants, and then both of them slid out of their own. The two looked each other over before Ted hooked his fingers into Cody’s briefs and, after Cody lifted his hips, slid them off. Ted rolled himself back onto his heels and slid his own briefs off, tossing them to the side.
Once again, Ted found himself admiring Cody’s body. He returned to his position, straddling Cody’s legs. He ran his hands over Cody’s arms and chest and stomach; taking it all in. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, and he saw a flush rise in Cody’s cheeks. “Don’t even try that coy act. You know how good looking you are. You with your perfect abs,” he accentuated by placing kisses over every place he mentioned. “And your perfect arms.” He kissed all the way up one arm, then lifted his head over to the other side and worked his way back down. “And your perfect chest.”
“Teddy,” Cody said, placing his hands on Ted’s shoulders.
“What?” he asked, looking directly at Cody.
Cody sat up and leaned forward, pressing his mouth to Ted’s and letting his tongue slip between Ted’s lips. Finally, when he pulled back, he breathed out, “You’re embarrassing me.”
A grin spread across Ted’s face, “You’re too much, Cody. And that’s why I love you.”
Cody smiled as well as he said, “I love you, too.” He rested on one elbow and scratched the back of his head. “So, Ted, do you think… I mean, I think I want you to… I think we should have sex.”
Ted tilted his head to the side; those were not the words he was expecting to hear come out of Cody’s mouth. “Are you sure?”
Cody bit his lip and nodded, lying back, pulling Ted down on top of him. “Shouldn’t you get the…?”
“Oh, yeah,” Ted said, rolling off of Cody to grab the John recommended lube out of his bag. They picked it up one day soon after John talked to them about their relationship, just incase. He returned once again to straddling Cody’s legs. He opened the bottle and, as he went to pour some into his hand, Cody grabbed him to stop him.
“Let me,” Cody said. Ted handed him the bottle, and he poured a bit into his hand. This time when Cody reached his hand out, it was to spread the lube on to coat Ted’s dick. Ted closed his eyes, loving the feeling of Cody touching him.
Once he was slicked up, he took the lube back from Cody and worked some over his fingers. The two repositioned themselves, with one of Cody’s legs hooked over Ted’s shoulder and Ted kneeling between Cody’s spread legs. He slid a slicked up finger inside the younger man, keeping their eyes locked, gauging Cody’s feelings by the expressions on his face. “Are you ok?”
Cody nodded, “Yeah.”
Ted slid the finger in and out a couple times before pulling it out completely. He then worked a second finger in, and once again asked, “Are you ok?”
Cody let out a slight hiss of pain, but nodded and answered, “Yeah,” none-the-less.
Scissoring his fingers, Ted worked to better prepare Cody for him. He pulled his fingers out after a while of spreading out Cody’s hole.
“You ready?” Ted asked, spreading more lube onto his dick, wanting Cody to experience the least amount of pain possible.
Once again, Cody nodded and said, “Yeah.”
Ted laughed, “Can you say anything besides ‘yeah’?”
“Not right now,” he answered truthfully.
Ted positioned himself at Cody’s entrance and began to slide himself in. Another hiss of pain escaped Cody. He was expecting it to hurt, but not like that. And Ted had only just entered him.
He reached his hands up and pulled the other man down, kissing him. As their tongues tangled, Ted pushed himself in the rest of the way in. Cody’s cry got lost in Ted’s mouth; his eyes were screwed shut, hoping that the pain would go away.
Ted moved his hips back while still kissing Cody. He moved back forward, hoping that this would feel good.
And it did. The pain that Cody was feeling started to turn towards a pleasurable one. Ted pulled back further, still moving slowly as he thrust back in. He repeated his actions, pulling back further and further with each thrust.
Cody pushed Ted back saying, “Oh, God, Teddy.”
He smirked and replied, “You like that?” He started moving faster, going deeper. He stopped when Cody threw his head back onto the pillow.
“Why’d you stop?” a flushed and flustered Cody asked.
“I thought I hurt you…”
“No, no, keep going. And, do that again. Hit that spot again.”
Ted went in at the same angle and did as Cody said; he hit Cody’s prostate, causing him to cry out once again.
Cody’s hands kept moving, switching from roaming up and down Ted’s back and head to gripping the comforter.
“Teddy, I… I’m gonna…” Cody drifted off, not able to finish his sentence.
Ted continued at the same pace, knowing that he was close, as well. “Me, too,” he informed.
Cody arched back, his head pushing back into the pillow, as he began to shoot. Ted thrust into him a couple more times before he, too, was coming.
Ted pulled out his now limp cock and rolled off to the side. Both lay on the bed, breathing heavy.
“So, how was that for you?” Ted asked.
“Different. A little painful,” Cody answered honestly. “Got better as you went along, though.”
“So, overall it was…?”
Cody leaned forward and kissed the tip of Ted’s nose, “It was good.”
“So modest, even after having the best sex of your life.”
He laughed, “Yeah, because I have so many experiences to pick from.” It registered with him just then that he could feel Ted’s seed inside him, starting to dribble out. He started blushing again, “Umm, I think I’m gonna go take a shower.”
A disappointed look passed over Ted’s face, “Don’t you want to just lie here with me?”
“I’d love to, but, uhh, well, ya see, I, or rather, your… I think I should take a shower.”
“Ohh.” It hit Ted what Cody was trying to say. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I took one, either.” He glanced down and saw Cody’s spunk still on his stomach, feeling it begin to dry on him.
Both rolled off their sides of the bed and headed for the bathroom, grabbing some sweatpants along the way to change into after their shower.
Just as they were both about to head into the bathroom, Cody pushed himself in first, locking the door behind him. Ted pounded on the door, “Dude! I thought we were showing together!”
“Think again!” Cody shouted back before turning the water on.
Ted stood outside the door, shaking his head. “ASSHOLE!” he shouted, even though he knew Cody couldn’t hear him. He sat on the bed and waited for Cody to finish, and he had a feeling this would be a long shower. The asshole…