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Back to Us
Cody POV

I’m tangled with Ryan on my hotel bed, chest still sweaty from our fight and fix. His phone buzzes loud, sharp by the bed. My heart jumps, fast and tight. “Cody, you sure about us?” he asks, voice soft and scared. My stomach twists, warm and quick. “Yeah,” I say, fast. My hand grabs his, squeezing hard. “Only you.” My throat burns, sure and real. He nods slow, eyes soft. The buzz stops, quiet wrapping us up. My chest heaves, trust shaky but growing. “No more distance,” I say, quiet. My heart’s loud, needing him close.

Next day, I call my tour manager. My hands shake, phone slippery in my grip. “I’m out,” I say, voice small. My chest’s tight, scared but sure. “Quitting?” she says, loud and mad. My throat’s dry, nervous and quick. “Yeah,” I say, firm. “Gotta be home.” My heart jumps, thinking of Ryan. She sighs hard, hanging up fast. My breath shakes, free and wild. I pack quick, clothes stuffed in my bag. My legs tremble, excited and dumb. I’m going back. To him. For us.

Flight’s long, air cold and loud. My chest buzzes, happy and scared. I land late, night dark and deep. My sneakers squeak on the pavement, running fast. Ryan’s place glows, warm and close. My key shakes in the lock, clicking loud. My heart’s pounding, wild and real. I step in, quiet sneaking over me. My bag drops soft, floor cool under me. My chest heaves, needing him bad. I creep to his room, door creaking slow. My breath stops, warm and quick.

He’s there, naked in bed. Sheets hang low, barely on his hips. My stomach flips, hot and fast. He’s asleep, chest rising slow. My hands shake, peeling my shirt off quick. Jeans follow, boxers too. My skin’s sweaty, warm in the dark. I slide in, bed dipping soft. My leg brushes his, warm and solid. His eyes snap open, wide and bright. “Cody?” he says, voice rough. My chest bursts, happy and dumb. “Surprise,” I say, grinning big. My voice shakes, soft and real.

He sits up fast, grin wide and wild. “You’re back,” he says, loud. His hands grab my face, pulling me close. My lips crash his, soft and deep. My tongue slides in, warm and slow. My heart jumps, warm and sure. “Quit the tour,” I say, soft. My breath’s fast, shaky with him. His eyes go big, dark and happy. “For me?” he says, low. My chest warms, proud and quick. “For us,” I say, firm. My hands grip his shoulders, clinging tight.

We fall back, sheets tangling fast. My chest presses his, skin on skin. His hands roam my back, warm and slow. My breath catches, soft and needy. “Missed you,” he says, quiet. His lips brush my neck, gentle and good. My throat burns, full of him. “Missed you too,” I say, hoarse. My legs slide with his, warm and close. “No secrets,” I say, soft. My voice shakes a little, promising big. He nods fast, eyes locked on mine. “Never,” he says, low.

I shift slow, climbing over him. My hips hover, teasing close. His cock’s hard, brushing my thigh. My breath’s fast, shaky and warm. I slide down, mouth near his cock. He moves too, lips by mine. My heart jumps, wild and real. We sixty-nine slow, lazy and loving. My tongue licks his tip, wet and soft. He groans low, warm on my skin. My lips wrap him, sucking gentle. His tongue slides me, slow and hot. My chest heaves, full and good.

I taste him, salty and warm. My tongue swirls slow, taking him deep. His hands grip my ass, squeezing light. My moans hum, soft and real. His tongue moves lazy, licking me long. My cock throbs, wet in his mouth. My legs tremble, warm and weak. Sweat beads on my back, dripping slow. His groans mix with mine, loud and sloppy. My head spins, dizzy and happy. “Love you,” I mumble, mouth full. My voice shakes, muffled and true.

He sucks harder, tongue flat and slow. My breath catches, needy and wild. My hand grabs his thigh, nails digging light. I lick faster, sloppy and wet. His cock pulses, close and hot. My chest bursts, warm and sure. I come slow, spilling in his mouth. My moan’s loud, shaking the bed. He swallows quick, groaning deep. His cum hits my tongue, warm and thick. I swallow too, laughing soft. My chest heaves, happy and dumb.

We roll apart, panting hard. My chest’s sweaty, sticking to sheets. His arm flops over me, heavy and warm. My head rests on his thigh, nose brushing skin. My breath slows, shaky and good. “We’re good,” I murmur, kissing his leg. My voice’s soft, steady with him. He laughs low, hand in my hair. “Fucking perfect,” he says, rough. My chest warms, trust solid now. My lips tingle, tasting him still. My heart’s loud, happy and real.

We lie there, tangled and close. My legs ache, curled with his. His hand rubs my back, gentle and slow. My chest feels big, love loud and strong. “No more tours,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, sure and quick. He nods, pulling me up. “No need,” he says, soft. My face warms, shy and dumb. His lips find mine, kissing sloppy. My tongue slides in, warm and wet. My heart jumps, steady with him. “Just us,” he says, low. My chest bursts, proud and true.

We shift slow, facing each other. My hand rests on his chest, feeling heartbeat. His eyes glow, soft and bright. My breath’s calm, warm and close. “You’re home,” he says, quiet. His thumb brushes my cheek, gentle and good. My throat tightens, full of him. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less now, solid with us. His arm wraps me, tight and safe. My chest heaves, slowing down. “No secrets,” he says, low. My heart swells, trust sealed tight.

Time slips slow, room dark and quiet. My body’s sore, good sore. His breath’s warm on my face, steady and real. My chest feels full, love loud and clear. “Missed this,” I say, soft. My hand squeezes his, hard and sure. He grins big, teeth white in the dark. “Me too,” he says, rough. My stomach flutters, happy and quick. His lips brush my forehead, soft and warm. My heart’s loud, steady with him. We’re back, solid and true.

We drift slow, eyes getting heavy. My legs tangle his, warm and close. His hand stays on me, solid and good. My chest’s calm, trust big and real. “You’re mine,” he says, quiet. My face warms, shy and sure. “Yours,” I say, soft. My breath slows, cozy with him. His heartbeat thumps under my hand, steady and loud. My eyes close, warm and safe. “Fucking perfect,” he mumbles, fading slow. My chest bursts, happy and real.

Then my phone rings. Loud. Sharp. On the floor by the bed. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan groans, shifting quick. My stomach twists, cold and quick. I reach down, shaky and slow. My hand grabs it, screen bright. My breath stops, tight and scared. “Jake,” it says, glowing big. His voice crackles through, shaky and loud. “Cody, I need—”