Steps to Forever

Steps to Forever
Cody POV

I’m naked with Ryan on his bed, chest pressed to his back. My tears dry slow, Jake’s relapse heavy in my gut. A knock hits the door, loud and hard. My heart jumps, fast and tight. Ryan shifts quick, breath shaky. “Who’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. “Cody, we’ll—” he starts, low and soft. My stomach twists, cold and quick. I sit up fast, legs shaky and weak. My chest heaves, worried bad. He grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

Door creaks slow, light spilling in. Jake’s there, eyes red and lost. My throat burns, tight and raw. “Bro,” I say, hoarse. My legs wobble, running close. He sways soft, leaning on the frame. My heart slams, guilt loud and real. “Rehab,” he mumbles, rough and low. My eyes sting, blurry and hot. “Now?” I ask, soft. My hands shake, touching his arm. He nods slow, head hanging low. My chest bursts, relief shaky and quick. “We’ll get you there,” Ryan says, firm.

Weeks pass slow, sun bright and warm. Jake’s in rehab, safe and fighting. My chest lightens, hope growing soft. I’m on Ryan’s couch, legs stretched out. My heart’s steady, warm with him. “He’s good,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less, proud and real. Ryan grins big, hand on my knee. “You’re good,” he says, low. My stomach flutters, shy and quick. “Dance,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, dreaming big. “Studio?” he says, eyes bright and fast.

I nod fast, chest buzzing wild. “My dream,” I say, soft. My hands twist together, sweaty and quick. “Since forever,” I add, thinking of old days. My heart jumps, warm and dumb. He stands quick, pulling me up. “Let’s do it,” he says, rough and loud. My breath catches, happy and real. “For real?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, excited and sure. “Your dream, baby,” he says, low. My chest feels big, love loud and true.

Days fly fast, papers piling up. My hands shake, signing my name. “Cody’s Studio,” it says, bold and black. My throat burns, proud and quick. Ryan’s cash flows in, steady and strong. My heart slams, grateful and wild. “You’re crazy,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, happy and dumb. “For you,” he says, grinning big. My chest heaves, trust solid now. We find a spot, big and bright. My legs bounce, ready and real.

Opening day’s here, sun hot and high. My chest buzzes, nervous and quick. Mirrors shine big, hardwood smooth under my feet. My heart jumps, warm and fast. “Perfect,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, proud and sure. Ryan’s there, suit tight and dark. My stomach flips, hot and quick. “Yours,” he says, low. His hand brushes mine, warm and close. My throat burns, love loud and free. “Ours,” I say, quiet. My chest bursts, happy and real.

Night falls slow, studio quiet and dark. My shoes tap soft, echoing loud. “Dance?” Ryan says, grin sneaky and wide. My heart slams, wild and dumb. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My hands shake, tugging my shirt off quick. Jeans drop fast, boxers too. My skin’s bare, warm in the dark. He strips slow, clothes piling up. My breath’s fast, shaky with him. “Private,” I say, giggling soft. My voice shakes, excited and real.

I step close, hips swaying slow. My chest presses his, skin on skin. My hands grab his shoulders, warm and tight. My breath catches, soft and needy. He moves with me, slow and gentle. My heart jumps, warm and sure. Mirrors catch us, bodies close and bright. My ass sways, blond hair messy and wild. His hands grip my waist, steady and good. “Mine,” he says, low and rough. My throat burns, happy and quick.

We dance faster, hips rolling hard. My chest heaves, sweaty and hot. His cock brushes my thigh, hard and warm. My breath’s shaky, needy and wild. “Fuck me,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, wanting him bad. He nods quick, pulling me down. My knees hit the hardwood, cool and smooth. My heart slams, excited and real. Lube’s in his pocket, slicking up fast. My legs spread, shaky and wide.

He’s behind me, hands on my hips. My chest tightens, warm and quick. He thrusts in slow, deep and hot. My moan’s loud, echoing big. “Ryan,” I say, wild and raw. My hands grip the floor, knuckles white. Mirrors show my ass, bouncing fast. His thrusts shine, sweaty and wild. My head spins, dizzy and good. Sweat drips down my back, hot and slick. “Mine,” he grunts again, low and fierce.

I push back, meeting him hard. My chest heaves, full and real. His hands bruise my hips, holding tight. My moan’s louder, shaking the room. “Yours,” I say, loud and sure. My throat burns, love loud and true. He moves faster, thrusts frantic and deep. My cock swings, slick and warm. My legs tremble, weak and hot. Mirrors catch us, bodies slick and close. “Future,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, dreaming big.

We keep going, wild and fast. My hands slide, sweaty on the floor. His skin’s hot, sticking to mine. My breath’s fast, moaning wild. “Love you,” he says, low and rough. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Love you too,” I say, hoarse. My chest bursts, building us strong. I come fast, spilling hot on the wood. My moan’s loud, shaking bad. He follows quick, groaning deep, warm inside me.

We slump slow, panting hard. My chest’s sweaty, sticking to his. His arms wrap me, tight and close. My legs shake, weak and warm. “Studio’s ours,” I say, soft. My voice shakes less, proud and real. He nods fast, kissing my neck. “Fucking yours,” he says, rough. My chest warms, trust loud and sure. “Dream’s real,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, happy and true. His hand rubs my back, gentle and warm.

We lie there, mirrors glowing soft. My body’s sore, good sore. His breath’s hot on my shoulder, slowing down. “You’re amazing,” he says, low. My stomach flutters, shy and quick. “You too,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his chest, feeling heartbeat. “Future’s here,” I say, quiet. My chest heaves, love loud and free. His lips brush my hair, soft and sure. My heart’s loud, steady with him.

We sit up slow, sweat cooling fast. My legs tangle his, warm and close. His hand stays on me, solid and good. “Kids’ll dance here,” I say, soft. My throat burns, dreaming real. He grins big, eyes bright and happy. “Yeah,” he says, low. My chest feels big, trust sealed tight. “Our spot,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes a little, proud and true. His arm pulls me close, steady and warm.

Then my phone rings. Loud. Sharp. By my jeans on the floor. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan shifts quick, breath shaky. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “Who?” I say, soft. My hand reaches out, shaky and slow. My breath stops, tight and scared. He leans close, whispering soft. “Cody, maybe—”