Dreams in the Sheets

Dreams in the Sheets
Cody POV

I’m sweaty on the porch, tangled with Ryan after he fucked me slow. My chest sticks to his, waves crashing loud below. “This is home,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and real. He nods slow, “Yeah,” he says, low. Then that splash—loud, sharp—hits from the water. My heart jumps, fast and tight. “What’s that?” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. A shout follows, rough and wild. “Help!” My stomach twists, cold and quick.

We run fast, sand soft under my feet. My legs shake, following Ryan close. A kid’s there—small, wet, splashing wild. My chest heaves, worried and real. “Okay?” I yell, soft and shaky. He nods fast, “Fell off my board,” he says, hoarse. My hands tremble, pulling him up. “Safe now,” Ryan says, rough and sure. My heart slows, cozy and dumb. “Thanks,” the kid says, running off quick.

Night falls soft, house warm and quiet. My chest buzzes, calm and happy. “Kids,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, thinking big. Ryan grins big, “Yeah?” he says, low. My stomach flips, warm and quick. “Maybe,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, dreaming real. He pulls me close, “Bed,” he says, rough. My legs wobble, following fast. Sheets feel cool, soft on my skin.

I climb in slow, shorts sliding off. My breath’s shaky, excited and dumb. “Family,” I say, soft. My hands tug his shirt, warm and close. He nods fast, “Wanna build with you,” he says, low. My heart slams, big and true. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, happy and wild. He kisses me soft, lips gentle and wet. My chest bursts, love loud and real.

“Lube,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, wanting him now. He grabs it from the table, slicking up quick. My legs spread, ready and warm. “Slow,” I say, soft. My hands grip his arms, hard and steady. He slides in easy, stretching me deep. My moan’s soft, trembling quiet. “Ryan,” I say, quiet. My head spins, cozy and good.

He thrusts slow, hips rocking gentle. “A family,” he says, low and sure. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Let’s do it,” I say, soft. My kisses land soft, brushing his neck. My breath’s shaky, syncing with him. “Fuck,” he groans, rough and close. My cock leaks, wet and warm. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, hopeful and real.

Sheets twist slow, my legs wrapping tight. My hands roam, feeling his back. “More,” I say, soft. My moan’s louder, shaking free. He moves steady, thrusts deep and calm. My chest heaves, warm and wild. “Love you,” he says, low and fierce. My throat burns, tears held back. “Love you too,” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, shaking true.

He kisses me slow, tongue soft and warm. My body rocks, matching his beat. “Kids,” I say, soft. My breath’s shaky, dreaming big. He nods fast, “Ours,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, cozy and quick. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My hands grip his hair, messy and thick. My cum spills slow, warm on my belly. My moan’s soft, trembling real.

He groans quiet, warm inside me. My legs shake, holding him close. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My giggle’s quick, happy and dumb. He pulls out slow, lying beside me. My chest sticks to his, sweaty and warm. “Good?” he says, rough. My hand finds his, squeezing tight. “Best,” I say, soft. My throat burns, love loud and true.

Room’s dark, ocean humming soft. My body’s warm, cozy and real. “Family,” I say, quiet. My eyes shine, blinking fast. He grins big, “Yeah,” he says, low. My stomach flips, excited and sure. “Soon,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, hopeful and wild. He nods slow, kissing my cheek. “Maybe,” he says, rough. My chest bursts, trust loud and real.

I roll slow, grabbing a pencil quick. My hands sketch fast—crib, toys, walls. “Nursery,” I say, soft. My throat burns, grinning big. He watches close, leaning on his arm. “Cute,” he says, low and sneaky. My cheeks burn, shy and quick. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, happy and dumb. “Our little dancer?” he says, rough. My heart slams, big and true.

Paper’s messy, lines soft and wild. My legs tangle his, warm and close. “Love this,” I say, soft. My breath slows, cozy with him. He chuckles low, “Me too,” he says, rough. My stomach flips, calm and real. “You and me,” I say, quiet. My fingers trace his chest, hard and warm. “Always,” he says, low. My chest heaves, trust loud and sure.

Night’s deep, air cool and still. My body’s sweaty, sticking to him. “Dreams,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, excited and quick. He nods fast, “Building ‘em,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, happy and real. “Good,” I say, quiet. My giggle’s quick, shaking free. He pulls me close, tight and warm. “Forever,” I say, soft. My throat burns, love loud and true.

Bed creaks soft, sheets twisted tight. My pencil drops, rolling slow. “Ours,” I say, soft. My eyes shine, dreaming big. He grins big, “Yeah,” he says, low. My chest bursts, cozy and dumb. “Husband,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, proud and sure. He kisses my hair, gentle and close. “Husband,” he says, rough. My stomach flips, warm and quick.

I sketch more, stars on the wall. My hand shakes, happy and wild. “Perfect,” I say, soft. My throat burns, trust loud and real. He watches slow, grin wide and sneaky. “Our kid,” he says, low. My heart slams, big and happy. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My fingers grip his hand, steady and warm. “Best,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, cozy and true.

Then a thud hits—loud, sharp—from downstairs. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan tenses quick, breath shaky and wild. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. A cry follows, loud and rough. “Cody!”