Flash of Us

Flash of Us
Cody POV

I’m snuggled close to Ryan, chest warm from our lazy morning. My phone rings loud, Jake’s voice shaky on the line. “Cody, I need—” it cuts off fast. My heart jumps, tight and quick. I call back, hands shaky, but it’s busy. My stomach twists, cold and scared. Ryan pulls me in, lips on my forehead. “He’s okay,” he says, soft. My throat burns, worried bad. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My chest heaves, trust solid with him. “Premiere tonight,” he adds, grinning big. My heart flips, excited and dumb.

Hours later, I’m in a tux. Black and tight, hugging my legs. My hands shake, fixing my tie. Ryan steps out, suit sharp and dark. My breath catches, warm and fast. “Hot,” I say, grinning shy. My voice shakes a little, happy and real. He winks, hand brushing mine. “You too,” he says, low. My chest buzzes, proud and quick. We head out, car waiting smooth. My leg bounces, nervous and wild. “First time together,” I say, soft. My throat’s dry, scared but sure.

Red carpet’s loud, lights flashing bright. My hand’s in his, sweaty and tight. Cameras click fast, voices yelling loud. “Ryan! Cody!” they shout, sharp and wild. My face burns, red and hot. I squeeze his fingers, shaky and close. He pulls me near, arm around my waist. My heart slams, bold and real. “Smile,” he says, low in my ear. My lips curve up, shy and dumb. Flashes pop, catching us tight. My chest feels big, love loud and free.

We walk slow, carpet soft under my shoes. My tux pulls tight, sweaty under my arms. His hand stays on me, warm and strong. “Looking good,” a guy yells, camera up. My stomach flips, happy and quick. “Thanks,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, proud and real. Ryan grins big, teeth white and bright. My heart jumps, warm and sure. We pose quick, hips close and bold. Lights blind me, hot on my face. My chest heaves, fearless with him.

Inside’s fancy, tables round and shiny. My legs wobble, sitting close to him. My hand rests on his thigh, warm through his pants. Cameras still flash, softer now. My breath’s fast, shaky and wild. His foot nudges mine, sneaky and slow. My face heats up, blushing hard. “Gonna fuck you in that tux,” he whispers, low and rough. My stomach drops, hot and fast. “Ryan,” I say, quiet. My voice cracks, needy and dumb. My cock twitches, tight in my pants.

Dinner’s loud, plates clinking soft. My chest buzzes, warm with him. His hand slides under the table, groping my thigh. My breath catches, quick and hot. Fingers squeeze, warm and bold. My legs shake, weak and wild. “Stop,” I whisper, giggling soft. My face burns, red and happy. He grins big, hand moving higher. My heart slams, daring and real. “Can’t wait,” he says, low. My throat burns, wanting him bad.

We sneak off, hall quiet and dark. My hand’s sweaty in his, pulling fast. My chest’s tight, excited and scared. He finds a closet, door creaking soft. We slip in, space small and close. My back hits the wall, cool on my tux. His lips crash mine, hard and quick. My hands grab his jacket, tugging tight. “Quiet, baby,” he says, rough and low. My breath’s fast, shaky with him. My pants drop fast, pooling low.

He’s on me quick, hands lifting my legs. My tux rides up, shirt sticking wet. Lube’s in his pocket, slicking up fast. My heart jumps, wild and bold. He thrusts in hard, deep and hot. My moan slips out, loud and quick. His hand covers my mouth, warm and firm. “Shh,” he says, grinning big. My chest heaves, risky and real. My legs wrap him, pulling close. Sweat drips down my neck, hot and fast.

He moves fast, hips slamming mine. My back slides, wall cool under me. My cock rubs his stomach, hard and wet. My breath’s shaky, stifling moans. His grunts mix with mine, low and wild. My hands claw his back, nails digging light. “Love you,” he says, soft in my ear. My throat burns, full of him. “Love you too,” I whisper, hoarse and quick. My chest bursts, bold and sure. We’re loud, high on this rush.

He thrusts deeper, hitting right. My legs tremble, weak and hot. Sweat slicks us, tuxes messy now. My moan’s muffled, shaking bad. His hand stays on my mouth, tight and warm. My head spins, dizzy and good. “Mine,” he says, low and rough. My heart jumps, warm and real. I come fast, spilling hot in my pants. My body shakes, wild and quick. He follows quick, groaning low, warm inside me.

We slump, panting hard. My chest’s sweaty, sticking to him. His arms hold me, shaky and close. My legs drop, weak and sore. “Too loud,” I say, giggling soft. My voice shakes, happy and dumb. He laughs low, kissing my neck. “Worth it,” he says, rough. My chest warms, trust loud and real. My pants hang low, messy and wet. My heart slows, steady with him.

We fix up quick, tuxes wrinkled bad. My hands shake, pulling pants up. His jacket’s crooked, grin still wide. My chest feels big, love bold and free. “Back out there?” I ask, soft. My throat’s dry, nervous and quick. He nods fast, hand in mine. “Together,” he says, low. My stomach flutters, proud and sure. We step out, air cool on my face. My legs wobble, high on us.

Then a shout cuts through. Loud. Sharp. Outside the closet. My eyes snap wide, heart jumping fast. Ryan freezes, hand tight on mine. My stomach drops, cold and quick. “Ryan, where—” someone yells, close and mad.