Cracks in the Sand

Cracks in the Sand
Cody POV

I’m sweaty in bed, sketching nursery stars with Ryan beside me. My chest buzzes, happy and real. “Our little dancer?” he says, grinning big. My heart jumps, warm and quick. Then that thud—loud, sharp—hits from downstairs. My stomach twists, cold and fast. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. A cry follows, rough and loud. “Cody!” My legs shake, jumping up quick. Ryan’s breath catches, “Wait,” he says, low.

Stairs creak fast, my feet pounding hard. My heart slams, wild and tight. “Who’s there?” I yell, soft and shaky. Door’s open—sun bright, sand blowing in. My chest heaves, eyes blinking fast. Mia’s there—tall, smirking big, kid at her side. My throat burns, cold and real. “Hey,” she says, low and sneaky. My hands tremble, gripping the frame. “What?” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, confused and dumb.

Ryan’s behind me, breath shaky and quick. “Mia?” he says, rough. My stomach drops, hard and fast. “Meet your son,” she says, pushing the kid forward. My eyes sting, blurry and wild. Five years old—dark hair, eyes like Ryan’s. My chest twists, tight and sick. “Max,” she says, smirking wider. My legs wobble, leaning on the wall. “No,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, breaking real.

Ryan’s face goes white, hands shaky and still. “What?” he says, low and stunned. My heart slams, mad and dumb. “Before you,” she says, eyes on me. My throat burns, tears spilling quick. “Bullshit,” I say, loud. My voice cracks, shaking wild. She laughs soft, “Ask him,” she says, rough. My chest heaves, turning fast. “Ryan?” I say, soft. My hands ball tight, nails digging in.

He steps close, “Cody, I—” he starts, low. My shove hits hard, chest bumping his. “Is it true?” I yell, loud and raw. My eyes burn, blurry and hot. “No idea,” he says, rough and quick. My stomach twists, doubt big and sick. “Liar,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, mad and real. He grabs my arms, “Listen,” he says, low. My shove’s harder, pushing him back.

House feels small, walls closing tight. My legs shake, storming to the bedroom. “Fuck this,” I say, loud. My throat burns, tears streaming fast. He follows quick, “Cody, wait,” he says, rough. My chest heaves, spinning fast. “Tell me!” I yell, soft and wild. My hands shove again, hard and shaky. “I don’t know!” he yells back, loud and real. My heart slams, breaking dumb.

I grab his shirt, ripping it quick. “Prove it,” I say, rough. My voice shakes, mad and needy. His eyes blink, dark and stunned. “Cody,” he says, low. My lips crash his, hard and hungry. My tongue shoves in, wet and wild. “Fuck,” he groans, hands grabbing my hips. My cock’s hard, pressing tight. “Now,” I say, soft. My throat burns, wanting him bad.

I push him down, bed creaking loud. My shorts drop fast, bare and hot. “Lube,” I say, hoarse. My hands shake, grabbing it quick. He nods fast, “Yeah,” he says, rough. My fingers slick him up, fast and wild. “Top,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, fierce and real. His breath catches, “Okay,” he says, low. My chest bursts, taking control quick.

I slide in hard, stretching him tight. My moan’s loud, shaking the room. “Tell me,” I say, rough. My thrusts hit deep, fast and mad. “It’s bullshit,” he grunts, low and sure. My hands grip his shoulders, bruising tight. “Fuck,” I yell, wild and raw. My cock throbs, hot and needy. “You’re my life,” he says, rough and loud. My eyes sting, tears mixing sweat.

He grabs my face, kissing desperate and quick. My tongue fights his, wet and hard. “Mine,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking wild. “Yours,” he groans, hands pulling me close. My chest heaves, thrusts slowing fierce. “Love you,” he says, low and real. My throat burns, mad and dumb. “Love you too,” I say, quiet. My voice cracks, breaking true.

Bed rocks hard, sheets twisting tight. My hips snap, pounding deep. “Fuck,” I say, loud. My cum spills hot, mixing with sweat. My body shakes, wild and free. He groans low, warm under me. My knees buckle, falling fast. “Cody,” he says, rough and close. My chest sticks to his, heaving big. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My throat burns, trust shaky and real.

I pull out slow, breath shaky and wild. My hands tremble, wiping my face. “Mia,” I say, quiet. My voice breaks, mad and sick. He sits up fast, “I swear,” he says, low. My stomach twists, doubt loud and tight. “Dunno,” I say, soft. My eyes sting, blurry and hot. “Believe me,” he says, rough. My chest heaves, breaking dumb.

I stand quick, legs wobbly and sore. “Need air,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, mad and real. He grabs my arm, “Cody, don’t,” he says, low. My shove’s weak, pulling free fast. “Gotta think,” I say, quiet. My throat burns, tears spilling quick. “Wait,” he calls, loud and rough. My heart slams, storming out fast.

Door bangs loud, sand cool on my feet. My chest heaves, air salty and sharp. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My hands shake, wiping my eyes. Waves crash loud, matching my head. My legs move fast, running blind. “Cody!” he yells, far and wild. My stomach twists, mad and sick. “Leave me,” I mutter, quiet. My voice breaks, shaky and real.

Night’s dark, stars hiding slow. My chest burns, tight and raw. “Max,” I say, soft. My throat chokes, thinking his face. My hands ball tight, nails digging hard. “No,” I say, loud. My voice cracks, breaking dumb. Sand sticks my feet, cold and wet. My heart slams, trust gone and wild.

Then a slam hits—loud, sharp—from the house. My eyes snap wide, heart jumping fast. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. A kid’s voice yells, high and rough. “Daddy!”