Shadows of Stardom

Shadows of Stardom
Cody POV

I’m slumped in Ryan’s car, chest sweaty from riding him hard. My jeans are still low, legs shaky and warm. A bang hits the car, loud and hard. My heart jumps, fast and tight. Ryan flinches, arms tight around me. “Cody, I think—” he starts, voice shaky. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “What?” I say, soft. My throat burns, scared and dumb. He pulls me closer, windows fogged and hot. “Paparazzi,” he says, low. My chest heaves, fierce but tired. Lights flash outside, faint and quick.

We climb out slow, air cool on my skin. My hands shake, fixing my jeans. His shirt’s wrinkled, eyes dark and mad. My heart slams, love loud and real. “Fuck ‘em,” he says, rough. My laugh spills out, shaky and quick. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My hand grabs his, squeezing tight. We stumble inside, door shutting loud. My chest buzzes, safe with him. “No more lies,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, sure and strong. He nods fast, pulling me close.

Days pass slow, sun bright and hot. I’m on the couch, legs stretched out. My chest’s warm, thinking of our pool vows. Ryan’s quiet now, phone buzzing less. My stomach twists, noticing it quick. “You okay?” I ask, soft. My voice shakes a little, worried and dumb. He shrugs slow, eyes far away. “Yeah,” he says, low. My heart sinks, cold and fast. Something’s off, heavy and real. My hand reaches out, brushing his arm.

Next morning, he’s gone early. My chest tightens, empty and quick. I find him later, kitchen dark and quiet. Bottles clink soft, whiskey sharp in the air. My throat burns, scared bad. “Ryan?” I say, soft. My legs wobble, stepping close. He looks up slow, eyes red and tired. My heart hurts, tight and raw. “Lost a role,” he says, rough. My breath stops, cold and quick. “What?” I say, voice small. My chest heaves, worried and real.

He slams the bottle down, loud and hard. “They don’t want me out,” he says, mad. My stomach drops, sick and fast. “Cause of us?” I ask, shaky and dumb. He nods slow, hand rubbing his face. “Yeah,” he says, low. My eyes sting, blurry and hot. “I’m sorry,” I say, soft. My throat closes up, guilt loud. He shakes his head fast, grabbing another drink. My chest tightens, watching him spiral quick.

Night’s dark, room quiet and cold. He’s on the bed, shirt off, bottle close. My heart slams, scared and warm. I sit near, hand on his leg. “Talk,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, pleading real. He looks away, jaw tight and hard. “They hate me,” he says, rough. My chest hurts, feeling his pain. “Not everyone,” I say, quiet. My hand squeezes, shaky and sure. He drinks fast, whiskey dripping slow. My throat burns, needing him back.

I pull the bottle away, soft and slow. My hands shake, setting it down. “You’re enough,” I say, low. My chest heaves, faith loud and true. He looks at me, eyes dark and lost. My heart jumps, warm and quick. I climb close, tugging his jeans down. My fingers brush his skin, gentle and real. He’s quiet, letting me move. My breath’s fast, shaky with him. I peel his boxers off, slow and soft.

He’s half-hard, cock warm in the dark. My lips find him, kissing light. My tongue licks slow, soft and healing. His breath catches, shaky and low. My chest warms, pulling him close. I suck gentle, taking him deep. His hands grip the sheets, knuckles white. My moans hum, quiet and real. His cock throbs, growing hard. My head bobs slow, tongue flat and warm. My throat burns, love loud and sure.

He groans soft, hips lifting light. My hands hold his thighs, steady and close. My breath’s warm, wet on his skin. “Cody,” he says, rough and low. My chest bursts, happy and dumb. I suck deeper, slow and tender. His legs shake, weak and warm. Sweat beads on my forehead, dripping slow. My heart slams, healing him real. His groans get louder, shaky and raw. My tongue swirls, gentle and good.

I pull off slow, climbing up fast. My jeans drop quick, boxers too. My chest’s sweaty, pressing his. I straddle tight, hips hovering close. “I’ve got you,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, promising big. He nods slow, hands on my waist. My breath’s fast, needy and wild. I sink down, taking him slow. His cock’s hot, stretching me gentle. My moan’s soft, shaking the dark. My hands brace his chest, feeling heartbeat.

I ride slow, hips rolling soft. My chest heaves, full and warm. His hands grip me, warm and sure. My breath’s shaky, moaning low. “Love you,” he says, quiet and rough. My throat burns, full of him. “Love you too,” I say, hoarse. My legs tremble, steady with him. I move faster, deep and tender. My cock rubs his stomach, slick and warm. My head spins, dizzy and good. “I’ve got you,” I say again, soft.

We keep going, slow and close. My hands slide up, gripping his shoulders. His skin’s hot, sweaty under me. My moans mix with his, quiet and real. His hips lift, meeting me gentle. My chest feels big, faith loud and true. I come slow, spilling hot between us. My moan’s soft, shaking bad. He follows quick, groaning low, warm inside me. My legs drop, weak and close. His arms wrap me, tight and safe.

We lie there, panting slow. My chest’s sweaty, sticking to his. His breath’s warm on my neck, calming down. “We’re okay,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less, strong with us. He nods slow, hand in my hair. “Yeah,” he says, rough. My chest warms, trust solid now. “No role’s worth you,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, sure and real. His lips brush my forehead, gentle and slow.

We talk soft, dark turning gray. My legs tangle his, warm and close. His hand rubs my back, steady and good. “Fame sucks,” he says, low. My laugh spills out, shaky and quick. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My chest heaves, pulling him back. “You’re mine,” I say, quiet. My hand rests on his chest, feeling him breathe. He grins small, eyes soft and bright. “Yours,” he says, low. My heart jumps, happy and real.

Dawn creeps in, light soft and gold. My body’s sore, good sore. His arm stays on me, heavy and warm. My chest feels full, love loud and free. “We’ll make it,” I say, soft. My throat burns, faith loud and sure. He nods slow, pulling me close. “Always,” he says, quiet. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. My hand squeezes his, hard and tight. “No more distance,” I say, soft. My heart’s loud, steady with him.

Then a crash hits downstairs. Loud. Sharp. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan sits up quick, breath shaky. My stomach drops, cold and quick. “What now?” he says, low and scared. “I was gonna—”