Codiasi Couch Fucking!
Hmm, yeah, another loooong one. I took a lil' bit of real life, twisted it around for my own benefit and I hope this is good... Here ya go.
Summer. That was the time of the year when Cody and Ted finally got to spend time with one another. Cody was flying out to see him this year, and he couldn’t wait. He had been out of school for a year now and was now trying to pursue a career in professional wrestling while Teddy was off at school. He had been able to weasel some time off and was so ready to see his best friend again.
Ted drove out to the airport in order to pick Cody up. He had been there for quite some time before he saw Cody’s flight landed. “Fucking finally,” he grumbled to himself. He walked over to the gate where his friend would be coming through and stood around for several minutes until Cody finally emerged from the gate. A huge grin broke out over his face when their eyes met through the crowd. “Codeman,” he said once Cody got close enough.
“Hey, Teddy,” he replied, a matching grin on his face. They stood there for several seconds, not sure if they should hug. Cody broke first, quickly embracing Ted, who returned the brief hug before separating.
They started walking for the baggage area and picked up a conversation. “So, how’ve you been, man?”
“Real good. How about you?”
“Well, school’s a bitch, but when’s it not?”
“Thank God I’m done with that shit.”
Ted shook his head, “It wouldn’t hurt to go to college, ya know.”
“Yeah, sure, maybe some day.”
“That’s a no, then.”
“So, where’s the rest of your family?” Cody asked, changing the subject. “They not wanna see me?”
“Exactly. Dad was bitching this morning about how that damn Runnels kid was gonna come over again and how he’s always dreading this time of year.”
“Fuck you, dude,” Cody said with a grin, punching Ted in the arm.
“You’re the one that asked.”
“Well, at least I know you’re bull shitting me, because your dad loves me.”
“You keep telling yourself that. He’s only nice to you because I’m friends with you.”
“Right. So, what about your mom? She dreading my arrival, as well?”
“Naturally. It means she has to cook for you, too. She doesn’t need another teenaged mouth to feed. Brett’s bad enough.”
“I’m sure my charming personality more than makes up for the bottomless pit that is my stomach.”
“Yeah, that’s it, your charming personality.” Their chatter continued as they walked until they reached the baggage retrieval area. “So, how much crap did you bring with you?” Ted asked.
“Oh, you know about a month’s worth of clothes spread out in five suitcases with another two for video games alone. Dude, I’ve got one bag I’m waiting for, dumbass. I’m here for a week, which basically translates to two pairs of short and a couple t-shirts.”
“When did you become such a sarcastic little shit?”
“It’s one of my hidden talents. Oh, hey, there’s my bag,” he said, going to catch his bag before it went through the cycle again. He came back and he and Ted made their way out of the airport and to Ted’s car.
“Anyway, my parents figured I knew how to get here and it’d give me a chance to talk to you, or whatever,” Ted said, answering Cody’s original question once they were standing in front of the car. “So, I guess it’s a good thing you never shut your mouth, because we have a nice drive in front of us,” he joked.
“Hey, if you don’t stop that I’m gonna have to bust out my Gameboy and completely ignore you this entire trip,” Cody threatened, ready to unzip the backpack he brought as his carry on.
“You wouldn’t do that to me,” Ted countered, unlocking the doors and popping the trunk. “We haven’t seen each other in ages and you’re threatening to not speak a word to me? Right, that wouldn’t happen.”
“Don’t tempt me, man,” Cody replied, throwing his bag into the back. “I can get Zelda going and I’ll be out of it for hours.”
“Shit, you still play that?” he asked as he slid into the driver’s seat.
Cody closed the trunk and stepped over to the passenger seat, getting into the car himself. “You’re joking, right? Of course I still play it. Every year.”
“Why is my best friend such a dork?”
“Hey, I may be a dork, but I can cause some trouble from time to time.”
“Are you talking about the hubcaps? Ooo, you’re such a rabble rouser.”
“That coulda got me into some deep shit, dude.”
“Yeah, ok. You’re a rebel and you’ll never, ever be any good. Say it enough and maybe it’ll come true.”
“I got wasted after my senior prom,” Cody said, as if to prove a point.
“Doesn’t everyone? You get laid?”
“No. Did you?”
“Nah.”
“You still plan on doing that whole waiting until you’re married thing?”
“Yeah. My girlfriend-”
“Hold up, you’ve got a girlfriend? And you never told me?” He was surprised, not only that Ted was keeping this from him, but at the feelings it stirred up in him. He felt jealous. Maybe it was because this girl was able to spend time with Ted that he didn’t get the chance to. Or maybe it was simply because it meant Ted had a life that he didn’t talk to him about, that Ted has something that he doesn’t want to share with him. Or maybe it’s because he wanted Teddy for himself, in all senses of the word. He couldn’t deny that he had feelings for guys before, but this was Teddy he was talking about. Teddy had been a friend of his for his entire life, and even if he was gay, he wasn’t falling for his best friend.
“Yeah. Sorry, I thought I had mentioned it to you… Well, my girlfriend wants to wait, too. So that does make things easier.”
“So, tell me about her.”
For quite some time, Ted proceeded to tell Cody about Kristen, about how pretty she was and how much fun she was and how she was an all around wonderful person. He told him about how they met, what she was studying, then more about how pretty she was. Every now and then he’d ask, “Are you sure I never told you?”
“I’m positive. And we talk how often online? Like, every day.”
“Sorry, man, I coulda sworn I told you about Kristen. What if I said I didn’t bring it up because I wanted to tell you in person?”
“Then I’d have to call you a liar. I mean, if you said that earlier in our discussion of her, then maybe I woulda believed you. Now? Not so much.”
“Worth a shot.”
“So, whaddya got planned for us to do this week?”
“Well, I figured we could dick around the house a lot… Play some video games… Maybe go see a movie, or something. Doesn’t really matter to me.”
“I can live with that.”
Once they reached the house, Cody was basically tackled by Ted’s mom as she came out to give him a hug. “Cody! It’s so great to have you back here!” She pulled back and smiled at him.
Their big St. Bernard ran out the door and started barking before he jumped up on Cody, knocking him back on the car. He started rubbing behind his ears and said, “Hey there, Spartacus. How are you?” he asked, and Spartacus licked his face in return. “Oh, gross,” he said while Ted laughed at him.
“Ok, Spartacus, get down,” Ted told him. He did as he was told, but not before licking Cody’s face one more time.
“Why don’t you go in and clean up a little?” Ted’s mother suggested.
“I think I’ll do that,” he said. He went around to the trunk to grab his bags, but Ted told him he’d take care of that.
“Hey, I can get that, go wash the dog slobber off your face.”
“Thanks, man,” Cody replied, heading inside. He walked through the door and was greeted by Ted Sr., who was sitting on that old green couch in the family room.
“Cody!” he said, standing up to come see him.
“Can I get back to you in, like, one minute? I really need to wash my face.” He could feel it starting to dry on his face so he hurried his journey to the closest bathroom. He splashed some hot water onto himself and he found a facecloth to dry off. “There we go,” he said to Ted Sr. once he was out of the bathroom. “You dog decided he wanted to eat my face off when I showed up,” he explained with a glare directed at Spartacus.
“He’ll do that. So, you’ve been well?”
“Yeah, yeah. You?” He hated making small talk. Even though he had known Ted for as long as he had been alive, he still hated making small talk with him. He never knew what to talk about. With Teddy the conversation came easily, they knew just what buttons to push to work the other man up or to get them flustered or to get them to crack up. With Teddy’s dad? Not really. And it obviously read on his face.
“I’ve been well. Teddy went upstairs with your stuff, ya know, if you want to go up there.”
The relief was evident as he said, “Thanks. Later,” and ran up the stairs to Ted’s room. “Oh my God, your dad tried to talk to me.”
Ted raised an eyebrow before saying, “You make it sound like it’s painful to talk to him. As if conversing with him gives you heartburn, or something.”
“You know I don’t talk to people.”
“You’ve known him your entire life; you think there’d be some common ground between you two.”
“Dude, my life revolves around Zelda and D&D, I think the only common ground I have with him is you and my dad.”
“Hmm, I don’t know if you should tell my dad about what our normal conversations consist of. So, I guess it’s better that you didn’t talk to him.”
“Yeah.” He bit his lower lip before he continued, “You know how I was giving you grief about you having a girlfriend and not telling me about it?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I have something I should tell you. I guess I should do it now, because if you’re gonna hate me, you can send be packing before I unpack.”
Ted looked at him curiously, not sure what Cody was about to tell him. “What?”
Cody took a deep breath before blurting it out, “I’m gay.”
Ted cracked a smile, because even though it wasn’t what he was expecting to hear, it was certainly better than what he was expecting to hear. “Is that it? You think I’m gonna hate you because you’re gay? Jeez, man, I may be more religious than some may like, but I’m not gonna hate you because you’d rather fuck a dude.”
Cody breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s good. Anyway, speaking of Zelda, how about them video games?”
“Dear God, man, you’ve got a one track mind if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Quit trying to put off the ass whooping you’re gonna get in Super Smash Brothers.”
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The visit was great for both of the guys. They played a shit load of video games, went to the movies, walked around the town and just plain enjoyed each other’s company. On night four, Brett had gone over to one of his friend’s houses and Ted’s parents were going out for the night. “Don’t throw any wild parties,” his mom told him.
“Right, like that would ever happen.”
Cody was planted in front of the big screen TV in their family room. He had been dying to play on this one instead of the smaller one in his room, and now that there was no one around for them to bother, they were taking full advantage. While Ted’s parents were talking, Cody lounged back onto the plush green couch that Ted often times referred to as his (his parents told him he could take it once he moved out on his own) and munched on Wheat Thins.
“Bye,” Ted said once more and his parents walked out the door. “Finally,” he exclaimed, heading over towards Cody. “You know what will make this night that much better?”
“No, what?”
He left the room and Cody’s eyes followed him until he lost sight of him. When Ted came back he was holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels, a grin plastered on his face. “Cody, meet Jack.”
“Jack and I have met before once or twice,” Cody said with a matching grin. “Drunken video games, this could get entertaining.”
Ted sat down on the couch next to Cody and unscrewed the bottle. He took a swallow before passing it over to Cody. It burned as it went down, but he savored the taste. He looked to Cody as the teen took a swallow of his own and he watched his Adam’s apple bob as the drink went down. Wait, why was he watching Cody’s Adam’s apple? Was the drink getting to him already? Almost instantly, the colour in Cody’s face rose, turning his cheeks bright red.
“Ok, man, you’re on,” Ted challenged, though he had lost close to 30 games straight. This time they were playing Mario Kart.
“Bring it.”
They raced their characters around the track, weaving around obstacles, trying to outdo each other. When Ted broke into first place, he practically jumped out of his seat and screamed, “Holy shit!”
“You got lucky,” Cody shouted back, pressing down harder on the buttons. He managed to get back into first place, but it didn’t last long. Ted overtook him once more just before they reached the finish line.
“Fuck yeah! In your fucking face!” He hollered, finally breaking his impressive losing streak.
“I let you win,” Cody said, taking another swig. He passed the bottle to Ted who also took a drink.
“Yeah, right. You just can’t face the fact that you LOST!” He placed the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, letting some more of the liquid course down his throat.
Cody snatched it away from him and drank deep from the bottle. “It was a fluke,” he stated.
“Probably, but I still WON! That’s what matters, isn’t it?!”
“Ok, bask in your glory, but this time, you’re going down.”
Before the next race, both of them had some more Jack, and both of them were starting to feel the effects. As the game went on, they found themselves scooting in closer and closer all while leaning in to get nearer to the TV, as though that would improve their game.
As expected, Cody put Teddy to shame. ‘Maybe he really had let me win,’ Ted thought to himself. He leaned back into the couch, dropped his controller to the side and let his hands fall in frustration. However, when his hand landed, it came in contact with Cody’s thigh, his pinky and ring fingers under the bottom hem of the shorts. He felt the heat radiating off of it and it seemed as though a bolt of electricity shot through his body at the simple touch.
“Teddy,” Cody began, looking back towards Ted and Ted’s hand, “You know that your hand is still there, right?” His words were slurred together, but Ted got the message and finally pulled his hand away.
“Sorry about that,” he apologized, trying to clear his foggy head.
“Dun worry ‘bout it,” Cody replied, knocking into Ted.
They let the incident slide, chalking it up to them both being wasted, which they obviously were. “Fucking hell, I can’t do this shit sober, what made me think I could do this drunk?” Ted asked when Cody beat his ass again.
“Just face it, you suck.”
Again, Ted’s hands fell to his sides, but when it happened this time, his hand landed higher. His fingers brushed against Cody’s crotch, and if he thought the feeling from before had been strong, it was nothing compared to this. Instead of taking his hand away, he let it linger, sliding it up and down. He looked at Cody’s face and saw that his eyes had fallen shut and he heard soft moans escaping his mouth. Yeah, Cody had told him he was gay, but he never said anything about having a thing for him. It didn’t matter, though. Ted’s mind was already fuzzy from the alcohol and he could feel himself growing hard as he continued to touch Cody.
Cody leaned over to him and placed a chaste kiss on Ted’s lips. “God, I want you,” he admitted once he sat back. “Shit, did I just say that?”
A low growl formed in Ted’s throat as he leaned back into Cody, covering Cody’s lips with his. His tongue slipped out from his mouth and prodded Cody’s, awaiting entrance. His other hand snaked up and clutched Cody’s hair tight. Cody mirrored his position, gripping onto Ted’s hair as their tongues danced together.
Cody pulled Ted on top of him as he lie back into the soft couch. His other hand slipped down and pulled the button out of the hole of his jean shorts and he slowly worked the zipper down. His fingers brushed over Ted’s dick through his boxers, and he couldn’t take it any longer, he had to feel him, all of him.
Ted, thinking along the same lines as Cody, broke off their kiss in order to release Cody from the constraints of his pants and boxers. Cody lifted his hips off of the couch to aid Ted in the removal of his clothing. While sitting up, Ted pushed his shorts and boxers off and tore off his shirt, as did Cody. When Cody’s hand returned to Ted’s dick, this time there was no fabric blocking the way.
Cody removed his hand and wrapped both of them around Ted’s shoulder and pulled him back down on top of him. Their mouths clashed once more as all parts of their bodies came in contact. Their dicks brushed against the other’s, sending sparks through their bodies. Ted, on instinct, drew his hips back to rub his dick against Cody’s. Cody let out a gasp; the new feelings were so strong. His right hand and his boxers were, up to now, the only things that had ever touched his dick. He had been missing out. Their hard cocks were so hot as they rubbed together, and his hips jerked up in reaction to it.
When Ted broke off the kiss in need of air, he panted as he looked at Cody beneath him, his blue-grey eyes looking up at him filled with lust and want. “Want you inside me,” Cody said to him.
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure,” Cody said. And he was sure that it was him talking, not Jack. He came to terms with the fact that he did want Teddy in a ‘more than friends’ kinda way on day one. The more time they spent together, the clearer it became to him.
“Do you know… what to do?”
“Insert tab A into slot B,” Cody answered.
“Dumbass,” Ted said with a smirk. He looked Cody’s body over, so toned, so slim. His breathing grew heavier the more he examined. He ran a hand over Cody’s leg, then brought that hand to his mouth. Before his fingers could slip inside his mouth, Cody grabbed his hand, bringing it to his own mouth. He took two fingers inside, swirling his tongue around, coating them both with spit.
Ted removed the saliva covered fingers from Cody’s mouth and brought them down to Cody’s ass. He found Cody’s entrance and slowly circled a finger around the tight hole, working to relax the muscle a little further before pushing in. Finally, he worked one finger into him, taking it to the knuckle at first. He didn’t move it just yet, he wanted Cody to get used to things. He may be drunk, but he figured it would hurt having anything stuck up your ass. “More,” Cody breathed out. Ted then pushed the rest of his finger all the way in. He kept that up, feeling Cody loosen around him. “More,” Cody said once more. Ted removed his finger before adding a second one. He wasn’t as slow this time around, for he pushed them in as far as he could in one swift movement. He repeated the actions he took with a single finger, sliding it in and out, circling them, twisting them, scissoring them. “Need you.”
Ted’s breath hitched at Cody’s words of desperation. It was clear what Cody wanted. And he wanted it, too. They both wanted it, he realized now, wanted it for some time. It just took the alcohol to bring those feelings to the surface. “Fuck,” Ted said. “Kristen.”
“Fuck Kristen,” Cody said, grabbing Ted’s shoulders and drawing him forward for another searing kiss. As their tongues tangled together, Ted couldn’t help but agree with Cody. Cody was what he wanted, what he needed and he was about to have him. On his couch none-the-less.
Again, Ted broke their kiss and sat back up. He took his fingers out of Cody’s ass and looked down into Cody’s eyes once more. He brought one foot down and planted it on the ground and hiked one of Cody’s legs over his shoulder. Cody pushed up and brought his other leg to Ted’s shoulder as well, lining Ted up perfectly with his entrance. Ted spit into his hand, working that and his precum over his dick, trying to slick it up as much as he could. “Are you ready, Cody?”
The young man nodded and his eyes pleaded with Ted to do it. “Please,” he begged.
The tip of his dick breeched the hole, Cody still felt so tight, and he could read the pain in Cody’s eyes. That didn’t stop Cody from pushing himself up, penetrating himself further on Ted’s cock. “God, you’re so tight,” Ted told him. “You feel so fucking good.” He was buried inside Cody now. He pulled back slightly before bringing his hips forward.
Cody’s right hand was clutching the cushion and his left arm was wrapped around the back of the couch. Ted pushed back inside him several times and he then leaned forward to kiss him. Before lips contacted lips, Cody’s toes curled and he let out a cry as Ted hit something so sweet inside of him. “Oh, God!”
Ted pulled back and pushed back in at the same angle, producing another reaction from Cody. He kept at it, brushing over that spot again and again. Cody’s dick twitched at the pleasure brought on by Ted’s stroking over his sweet spot. “That feel good?” he asked?”
“So good, Teddy, you feel so good,” Cody answered, pushing himself up once more to meet Ted as he drove forward. Their pace picked up, and Cody was now hiking himself up with each thrust. He went harder, went faster, and both men were enjoying themselves.
Ted bent forward, this time his mouth did reach Cody’s. Their kiss deepened as both slipped tongues into one another’s mouths. When neither could breathe, they pulled apart, and Ted, who had slowed his pace, picked it back up. “Fuck, Cody, I can’t…” he trailed off. He was on the brink of climax, he thrust in deep, and when Cody’s ass clenched around him, enveloping him further in that tight heat, that was it. “Cody!” he shouted out as he started to come inside of the younger man.
Cody brought his hand to his own dick, stroking himself, wanting to reach that climax, as well. Ted remained inside of Cody, even though he had finished, and let his fingers lace with Cody’s on his dick. They both worked, stroking him up and down. It didn’t take long before Cody was spurting onto the both of them, in what had to be the best orgasm in his short life.
When Ted did pull out, he again stared into Cody’s eyes. The actuality of what they just did hit him. He had drunken sex with his best friend, even though he had a girlfriend. He just cheated on his girlfriend. And he was drunk. And he lost his virginity to a guy, a guy who he happened to be best friends with. And he couldn’t have been happier.
A hazy smile appeared on Cody’s face. He reached up and caressed Ted’s face, ran his fingers through his blonde hair and finally rest his hand on the back of Ted’s neck. “I can’t say I was expecting this to happen on my trip here.”
“Me either,” Ted replied, a grin on his own face.
“I’m glad it did, though.”
“Me too. So, you liked that?”
“Yeah.” He shut his eyes and brought his other hand to his forehead, rubbing it gently as he remembered where they were. “We should probably… not be here, especially when your parents get back.”
“Yeah. Yeah… They’ll probably know what happened, I mean, we must reek of sex.”
“And I bet we’re sweating alcohol,” Cody said, sitting up and looking around for his clothes. Both of them made sure to gather up everything, slipping into their boxers. Cody carried his stuff upstairs and Ted returned the bottle of Jack to the cabinet, trying to hide any evidence as to what happened on that green couch.
Summer. That was the time of the year when Cody and Ted finally got to spend time with one another. Cody was flying out to see him this year, and he couldn’t wait. He had been out of school for a year now and was now trying to pursue a career in professional wrestling while Teddy was off at school. He had been able to weasel some time off and was so ready to see his best friend again.
Ted drove out to the airport in order to pick Cody up. He had been there for quite some time before he saw Cody’s flight landed. “Fucking finally,” he grumbled to himself. He walked over to the gate where his friend would be coming through and stood around for several minutes until Cody finally emerged from the gate. A huge grin broke out over his face when their eyes met through the crowd. “Codeman,” he said once Cody got close enough.
“Hey, Teddy,” he replied, a matching grin on his face. They stood there for several seconds, not sure if they should hug. Cody broke first, quickly embracing Ted, who returned the brief hug before separating.
They started walking for the baggage area and picked up a conversation. “So, how’ve you been, man?”
“Real good. How about you?”
“Well, school’s a bitch, but when’s it not?”
“Thank God I’m done with that shit.”
Ted shook his head, “It wouldn’t hurt to go to college, ya know.”
“Yeah, sure, maybe some day.”
“That’s a no, then.”
“So, where’s the rest of your family?” Cody asked, changing the subject. “They not wanna see me?”
“Exactly. Dad was bitching this morning about how that damn Runnels kid was gonna come over again and how he’s always dreading this time of year.”
“Fuck you, dude,” Cody said with a grin, punching Ted in the arm.
“You’re the one that asked.”
“Well, at least I know you’re bull shitting me, because your dad loves me.”
“You keep telling yourself that. He’s only nice to you because I’m friends with you.”
“Right. So, what about your mom? She dreading my arrival, as well?”
“Naturally. It means she has to cook for you, too. She doesn’t need another teenaged mouth to feed. Brett’s bad enough.”
“I’m sure my charming personality more than makes up for the bottomless pit that is my stomach.”
“Yeah, that’s it, your charming personality.” Their chatter continued as they walked until they reached the baggage retrieval area. “So, how much crap did you bring with you?” Ted asked.
“Oh, you know about a month’s worth of clothes spread out in five suitcases with another two for video games alone. Dude, I’ve got one bag I’m waiting for, dumbass. I’m here for a week, which basically translates to two pairs of short and a couple t-shirts.”
“When did you become such a sarcastic little shit?”
“It’s one of my hidden talents. Oh, hey, there’s my bag,” he said, going to catch his bag before it went through the cycle again. He came back and he and Ted made their way out of the airport and to Ted’s car.
“Anyway, my parents figured I knew how to get here and it’d give me a chance to talk to you, or whatever,” Ted said, answering Cody’s original question once they were standing in front of the car. “So, I guess it’s a good thing you never shut your mouth, because we have a nice drive in front of us,” he joked.
“Hey, if you don’t stop that I’m gonna have to bust out my Gameboy and completely ignore you this entire trip,” Cody threatened, ready to unzip the backpack he brought as his carry on.
“You wouldn’t do that to me,” Ted countered, unlocking the doors and popping the trunk. “We haven’t seen each other in ages and you’re threatening to not speak a word to me? Right, that wouldn’t happen.”
“Don’t tempt me, man,” Cody replied, throwing his bag into the back. “I can get Zelda going and I’ll be out of it for hours.”
“Shit, you still play that?” he asked as he slid into the driver’s seat.
Cody closed the trunk and stepped over to the passenger seat, getting into the car himself. “You’re joking, right? Of course I still play it. Every year.”
“Why is my best friend such a dork?”
“Hey, I may be a dork, but I can cause some trouble from time to time.”
“Are you talking about the hubcaps? Ooo, you’re such a rabble rouser.”
“That coulda got me into some deep shit, dude.”
“Yeah, ok. You’re a rebel and you’ll never, ever be any good. Say it enough and maybe it’ll come true.”
“I got wasted after my senior prom,” Cody said, as if to prove a point.
“Doesn’t everyone? You get laid?”
“No. Did you?”
“Nah.”
“You still plan on doing that whole waiting until you’re married thing?”
“Yeah. My girlfriend-”
“Hold up, you’ve got a girlfriend? And you never told me?” He was surprised, not only that Ted was keeping this from him, but at the feelings it stirred up in him. He felt jealous. Maybe it was because this girl was able to spend time with Ted that he didn’t get the chance to. Or maybe it was simply because it meant Ted had a life that he didn’t talk to him about, that Ted has something that he doesn’t want to share with him. Or maybe it’s because he wanted Teddy for himself, in all senses of the word. He couldn’t deny that he had feelings for guys before, but this was Teddy he was talking about. Teddy had been a friend of his for his entire life, and even if he was gay, he wasn’t falling for his best friend.
“Yeah. Sorry, I thought I had mentioned it to you… Well, my girlfriend wants to wait, too. So that does make things easier.”
“So, tell me about her.”
For quite some time, Ted proceeded to tell Cody about Kristen, about how pretty she was and how much fun she was and how she was an all around wonderful person. He told him about how they met, what she was studying, then more about how pretty she was. Every now and then he’d ask, “Are you sure I never told you?”
“I’m positive. And we talk how often online? Like, every day.”
“Sorry, man, I coulda sworn I told you about Kristen. What if I said I didn’t bring it up because I wanted to tell you in person?”
“Then I’d have to call you a liar. I mean, if you said that earlier in our discussion of her, then maybe I woulda believed you. Now? Not so much.”
“Worth a shot.”
“So, whaddya got planned for us to do this week?”
“Well, I figured we could dick around the house a lot… Play some video games… Maybe go see a movie, or something. Doesn’t really matter to me.”
“I can live with that.”
Once they reached the house, Cody was basically tackled by Ted’s mom as she came out to give him a hug. “Cody! It’s so great to have you back here!” She pulled back and smiled at him.
Their big St. Bernard ran out the door and started barking before he jumped up on Cody, knocking him back on the car. He started rubbing behind his ears and said, “Hey there, Spartacus. How are you?” he asked, and Spartacus licked his face in return. “Oh, gross,” he said while Ted laughed at him.
“Ok, Spartacus, get down,” Ted told him. He did as he was told, but not before licking Cody’s face one more time.
“Why don’t you go in and clean up a little?” Ted’s mother suggested.
“I think I’ll do that,” he said. He went around to the trunk to grab his bags, but Ted told him he’d take care of that.
“Hey, I can get that, go wash the dog slobber off your face.”
“Thanks, man,” Cody replied, heading inside. He walked through the door and was greeted by Ted Sr., who was sitting on that old green couch in the family room.
“Cody!” he said, standing up to come see him.
“Can I get back to you in, like, one minute? I really need to wash my face.” He could feel it starting to dry on his face so he hurried his journey to the closest bathroom. He splashed some hot water onto himself and he found a facecloth to dry off. “There we go,” he said to Ted Sr. once he was out of the bathroom. “You dog decided he wanted to eat my face off when I showed up,” he explained with a glare directed at Spartacus.
“He’ll do that. So, you’ve been well?”
“Yeah, yeah. You?” He hated making small talk. Even though he had known Ted for as long as he had been alive, he still hated making small talk with him. He never knew what to talk about. With Teddy the conversation came easily, they knew just what buttons to push to work the other man up or to get them flustered or to get them to crack up. With Teddy’s dad? Not really. And it obviously read on his face.
“I’ve been well. Teddy went upstairs with your stuff, ya know, if you want to go up there.”
The relief was evident as he said, “Thanks. Later,” and ran up the stairs to Ted’s room. “Oh my God, your dad tried to talk to me.”
Ted raised an eyebrow before saying, “You make it sound like it’s painful to talk to him. As if conversing with him gives you heartburn, or something.”
“You know I don’t talk to people.”
“You’ve known him your entire life; you think there’d be some common ground between you two.”
“Dude, my life revolves around Zelda and D&D, I think the only common ground I have with him is you and my dad.”
“Hmm, I don’t know if you should tell my dad about what our normal conversations consist of. So, I guess it’s better that you didn’t talk to him.”
“Yeah.” He bit his lower lip before he continued, “You know how I was giving you grief about you having a girlfriend and not telling me about it?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I have something I should tell you. I guess I should do it now, because if you’re gonna hate me, you can send be packing before I unpack.”
Ted looked at him curiously, not sure what Cody was about to tell him. “What?”
Cody took a deep breath before blurting it out, “I’m gay.”
Ted cracked a smile, because even though it wasn’t what he was expecting to hear, it was certainly better than what he was expecting to hear. “Is that it? You think I’m gonna hate you because you’re gay? Jeez, man, I may be more religious than some may like, but I’m not gonna hate you because you’d rather fuck a dude.”
Cody breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. That’s good. Anyway, speaking of Zelda, how about them video games?”
“Dear God, man, you’ve got a one track mind if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Quit trying to put off the ass whooping you’re gonna get in Super Smash Brothers.”
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The visit was great for both of the guys. They played a shit load of video games, went to the movies, walked around the town and just plain enjoyed each other’s company. On night four, Brett had gone over to one of his friend’s houses and Ted’s parents were going out for the night. “Don’t throw any wild parties,” his mom told him.
“Right, like that would ever happen.”
Cody was planted in front of the big screen TV in their family room. He had been dying to play on this one instead of the smaller one in his room, and now that there was no one around for them to bother, they were taking full advantage. While Ted’s parents were talking, Cody lounged back onto the plush green couch that Ted often times referred to as his (his parents told him he could take it once he moved out on his own) and munched on Wheat Thins.
“Bye,” Ted said once more and his parents walked out the door. “Finally,” he exclaimed, heading over towards Cody. “You know what will make this night that much better?”
“No, what?”
He left the room and Cody’s eyes followed him until he lost sight of him. When Ted came back he was holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels, a grin plastered on his face. “Cody, meet Jack.”
“Jack and I have met before once or twice,” Cody said with a matching grin. “Drunken video games, this could get entertaining.”
Ted sat down on the couch next to Cody and unscrewed the bottle. He took a swallow before passing it over to Cody. It burned as it went down, but he savored the taste. He looked to Cody as the teen took a swallow of his own and he watched his Adam’s apple bob as the drink went down. Wait, why was he watching Cody’s Adam’s apple? Was the drink getting to him already? Almost instantly, the colour in Cody’s face rose, turning his cheeks bright red.
“Ok, man, you’re on,” Ted challenged, though he had lost close to 30 games straight. This time they were playing Mario Kart.
“Bring it.”
They raced their characters around the track, weaving around obstacles, trying to outdo each other. When Ted broke into first place, he practically jumped out of his seat and screamed, “Holy shit!”
“You got lucky,” Cody shouted back, pressing down harder on the buttons. He managed to get back into first place, but it didn’t last long. Ted overtook him once more just before they reached the finish line.
“Fuck yeah! In your fucking face!” He hollered, finally breaking his impressive losing streak.
“I let you win,” Cody said, taking another swig. He passed the bottle to Ted who also took a drink.
“Yeah, right. You just can’t face the fact that you LOST!” He placed the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, letting some more of the liquid course down his throat.
Cody snatched it away from him and drank deep from the bottle. “It was a fluke,” he stated.
“Probably, but I still WON! That’s what matters, isn’t it?!”
“Ok, bask in your glory, but this time, you’re going down.”
Before the next race, both of them had some more Jack, and both of them were starting to feel the effects. As the game went on, they found themselves scooting in closer and closer all while leaning in to get nearer to the TV, as though that would improve their game.
As expected, Cody put Teddy to shame. ‘Maybe he really had let me win,’ Ted thought to himself. He leaned back into the couch, dropped his controller to the side and let his hands fall in frustration. However, when his hand landed, it came in contact with Cody’s thigh, his pinky and ring fingers under the bottom hem of the shorts. He felt the heat radiating off of it and it seemed as though a bolt of electricity shot through his body at the simple touch.
“Teddy,” Cody began, looking back towards Ted and Ted’s hand, “You know that your hand is still there, right?” His words were slurred together, but Ted got the message and finally pulled his hand away.
“Sorry about that,” he apologized, trying to clear his foggy head.
“Dun worry ‘bout it,” Cody replied, knocking into Ted.
They let the incident slide, chalking it up to them both being wasted, which they obviously were. “Fucking hell, I can’t do this shit sober, what made me think I could do this drunk?” Ted asked when Cody beat his ass again.
“Just face it, you suck.”
Again, Ted’s hands fell to his sides, but when it happened this time, his hand landed higher. His fingers brushed against Cody’s crotch, and if he thought the feeling from before had been strong, it was nothing compared to this. Instead of taking his hand away, he let it linger, sliding it up and down. He looked at Cody’s face and saw that his eyes had fallen shut and he heard soft moans escaping his mouth. Yeah, Cody had told him he was gay, but he never said anything about having a thing for him. It didn’t matter, though. Ted’s mind was already fuzzy from the alcohol and he could feel himself growing hard as he continued to touch Cody.
Cody leaned over to him and placed a chaste kiss on Ted’s lips. “God, I want you,” he admitted once he sat back. “Shit, did I just say that?”
A low growl formed in Ted’s throat as he leaned back into Cody, covering Cody’s lips with his. His tongue slipped out from his mouth and prodded Cody’s, awaiting entrance. His other hand snaked up and clutched Cody’s hair tight. Cody mirrored his position, gripping onto Ted’s hair as their tongues danced together.
Cody pulled Ted on top of him as he lie back into the soft couch. His other hand slipped down and pulled the button out of the hole of his jean shorts and he slowly worked the zipper down. His fingers brushed over Ted’s dick through his boxers, and he couldn’t take it any longer, he had to feel him, all of him.
Ted, thinking along the same lines as Cody, broke off their kiss in order to release Cody from the constraints of his pants and boxers. Cody lifted his hips off of the couch to aid Ted in the removal of his clothing. While sitting up, Ted pushed his shorts and boxers off and tore off his shirt, as did Cody. When Cody’s hand returned to Ted’s dick, this time there was no fabric blocking the way.
Cody removed his hand and wrapped both of them around Ted’s shoulder and pulled him back down on top of him. Their mouths clashed once more as all parts of their bodies came in contact. Their dicks brushed against the other’s, sending sparks through their bodies. Ted, on instinct, drew his hips back to rub his dick against Cody’s. Cody let out a gasp; the new feelings were so strong. His right hand and his boxers were, up to now, the only things that had ever touched his dick. He had been missing out. Their hard cocks were so hot as they rubbed together, and his hips jerked up in reaction to it.
When Ted broke off the kiss in need of air, he panted as he looked at Cody beneath him, his blue-grey eyes looking up at him filled with lust and want. “Want you inside me,” Cody said to him.
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure,” Cody said. And he was sure that it was him talking, not Jack. He came to terms with the fact that he did want Teddy in a ‘more than friends’ kinda way on day one. The more time they spent together, the clearer it became to him.
“Do you know… what to do?”
“Insert tab A into slot B,” Cody answered.
“Dumbass,” Ted said with a smirk. He looked Cody’s body over, so toned, so slim. His breathing grew heavier the more he examined. He ran a hand over Cody’s leg, then brought that hand to his mouth. Before his fingers could slip inside his mouth, Cody grabbed his hand, bringing it to his own mouth. He took two fingers inside, swirling his tongue around, coating them both with spit.
Ted removed the saliva covered fingers from Cody’s mouth and brought them down to Cody’s ass. He found Cody’s entrance and slowly circled a finger around the tight hole, working to relax the muscle a little further before pushing in. Finally, he worked one finger into him, taking it to the knuckle at first. He didn’t move it just yet, he wanted Cody to get used to things. He may be drunk, but he figured it would hurt having anything stuck up your ass. “More,” Cody breathed out. Ted then pushed the rest of his finger all the way in. He kept that up, feeling Cody loosen around him. “More,” Cody said once more. Ted removed his finger before adding a second one. He wasn’t as slow this time around, for he pushed them in as far as he could in one swift movement. He repeated the actions he took with a single finger, sliding it in and out, circling them, twisting them, scissoring them. “Need you.”
Ted’s breath hitched at Cody’s words of desperation. It was clear what Cody wanted. And he wanted it, too. They both wanted it, he realized now, wanted it for some time. It just took the alcohol to bring those feelings to the surface. “Fuck,” Ted said. “Kristen.”
“Fuck Kristen,” Cody said, grabbing Ted’s shoulders and drawing him forward for another searing kiss. As their tongues tangled together, Ted couldn’t help but agree with Cody. Cody was what he wanted, what he needed and he was about to have him. On his couch none-the-less.
Again, Ted broke their kiss and sat back up. He took his fingers out of Cody’s ass and looked down into Cody’s eyes once more. He brought one foot down and planted it on the ground and hiked one of Cody’s legs over his shoulder. Cody pushed up and brought his other leg to Ted’s shoulder as well, lining Ted up perfectly with his entrance. Ted spit into his hand, working that and his precum over his dick, trying to slick it up as much as he could. “Are you ready, Cody?”
The young man nodded and his eyes pleaded with Ted to do it. “Please,” he begged.
The tip of his dick breeched the hole, Cody still felt so tight, and he could read the pain in Cody’s eyes. That didn’t stop Cody from pushing himself up, penetrating himself further on Ted’s cock. “God, you’re so tight,” Ted told him. “You feel so fucking good.” He was buried inside Cody now. He pulled back slightly before bringing his hips forward.
Cody’s right hand was clutching the cushion and his left arm was wrapped around the back of the couch. Ted pushed back inside him several times and he then leaned forward to kiss him. Before lips contacted lips, Cody’s toes curled and he let out a cry as Ted hit something so sweet inside of him. “Oh, God!”
Ted pulled back and pushed back in at the same angle, producing another reaction from Cody. He kept at it, brushing over that spot again and again. Cody’s dick twitched at the pleasure brought on by Ted’s stroking over his sweet spot. “That feel good?” he asked?”
“So good, Teddy, you feel so good,” Cody answered, pushing himself up once more to meet Ted as he drove forward. Their pace picked up, and Cody was now hiking himself up with each thrust. He went harder, went faster, and both men were enjoying themselves.
Ted bent forward, this time his mouth did reach Cody’s. Their kiss deepened as both slipped tongues into one another’s mouths. When neither could breathe, they pulled apart, and Ted, who had slowed his pace, picked it back up. “Fuck, Cody, I can’t…” he trailed off. He was on the brink of climax, he thrust in deep, and when Cody’s ass clenched around him, enveloping him further in that tight heat, that was it. “Cody!” he shouted out as he started to come inside of the younger man.
Cody brought his hand to his own dick, stroking himself, wanting to reach that climax, as well. Ted remained inside of Cody, even though he had finished, and let his fingers lace with Cody’s on his dick. They both worked, stroking him up and down. It didn’t take long before Cody was spurting onto the both of them, in what had to be the best orgasm in his short life.
When Ted did pull out, he again stared into Cody’s eyes. The actuality of what they just did hit him. He had drunken sex with his best friend, even though he had a girlfriend. He just cheated on his girlfriend. And he was drunk. And he lost his virginity to a guy, a guy who he happened to be best friends with. And he couldn’t have been happier.
A hazy smile appeared on Cody’s face. He reached up and caressed Ted’s face, ran his fingers through his blonde hair and finally rest his hand on the back of Ted’s neck. “I can’t say I was expecting this to happen on my trip here.”
“Me either,” Ted replied, a grin on his own face.
“I’m glad it did, though.”
“Me too. So, you liked that?”
“Yeah.” He shut his eyes and brought his other hand to his forehead, rubbing it gently as he remembered where they were. “We should probably… not be here, especially when your parents get back.”
“Yeah. Yeah… They’ll probably know what happened, I mean, we must reek of sex.”
“And I bet we’re sweating alcohol,” Cody said, sitting up and looking around for his clothes. Both of them made sure to gather up everything, slipping into their boxers. Cody carried his stuff upstairs and Ted returned the bottle of Jack to the cabinet, trying to hide any evidence as to what happened on that green couch.