Mirrors and Truth

Mirrors and Truth
Cody POV

I’m shaky on the beach, sand cold under my feet after storming out from Ryan. My chest burns, Mia’s words “Meet your son” stabbing hard. That slam loud, sharp hits from the house, then Max’s cry, “Daddy!” My heart jumps, fast and tight. My stomach twists, sick and quick. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. I spin fast, seeing Ryan at the door, face pale and wild. My legs freeze, tears spilling quick. “Cody!” he yells, rough and loud.

I run back slow, sand sticking wet. My throat burns, mad and real. “Max?” I say, soft. My voice shakes, staring at the kid. Mia smirks big, “Test’s coming,” she says, low and sneaky. My chest heaves, doubt big and sick. “No,” I say, quiet. My hands ball tight, nails digging hard. Ryan grabs my arm, “We’ll fix this,” he says, rough. My eyes sting, blurry and raw. “Dunno,” I mutter, pulling free fast.

Days drag slow, sun dim and cold. My chest’s tight, dancing alone in my studio. My feet spin fast, music loud and sad. “Fuck Mia,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, mad and dumb. Mirrors show me—sweaty, eyes red. My legs shake, moving wild. Ryan’s face haunts me, Max’s eyes like his. My stomach twists, sick and quick. “No,” I say, loud. My throat burns, tears held back.

Door creaks loud, Ryan’s steps heavy and quick. My heart slams, fast and tight. “Cody,” he says, low and rough. My feet stop, shaky and real. “Leave me,” I say, soft. My voice cracks, mad and wild. He moves close, hands grabbing my arms. “Only you,” he growls, pinning me to the wall. My breath catches, cold and quick. “Liar,” I say, quiet. My eyes sting, blurry and sick.

He kisses me hard, lips hot and hungry. My chest heaves, shoving weak and dumb. “Stop,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking real. His tongue pushes in, wet and fierce. “Fuck,” I moan, loud and wild. My cock twitches, hard in my sweats. “Mine,” he says, rough and sure. My hands grip his shirt, ripping quick. “Prove it,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, needy and raw.

He drops fast, kneeling low and quick. My sweats slide down, bare and hot. “Ryan,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, shaky and dumb. His lips brush my ass, warm and slow. My legs wobble, leaning on the wall. “Fuck,” I say, quiet. His tongue licks deep, wet and warm. My moan’s loud, shaking the room. “More,” I gasp, wild and real.

Mirrors show us—my ass up, his face buried. My chest bursts, doubt fading quick. “Love you,” he murmurs, low and rough. My eyes sting, blurry and happy. “Yeah,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking true. His tongue moves slow, deep and hot. My cock leaks, dripping on the floor. “Fuck,” I yell, loud and wild. My hands grip the wall, knuckles white.

“Turn,” he says, rough and sure. My legs shake, spinning fast. “Lube,” I say, hoarse. My throat burns, wanting him now. He grabs it from his bag, slicking up quick. My ass presses the mirror, cold and hard. “Now,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, needy and real. He slides in slow, stretching me deep. My moan’s loud, echoing big. “Cody,” he says, rough and close.

He thrusts hard, hips snapping quick. My cock bounces, wet and hot. “Only you,” he growls, low and fierce. My eyes lock his in the mirror, dark and sure. My chest heaves, trust shaky and real. “Ryan,” I sob, loud and raw. My hands grip his arms, bruising tight. “Fuck,” I yell, wild and dumb. Mirror shakes, showing us clear—his cock in me, my face wrecked.

“Love you,” he says, rough and loud. My throat burns, tears spilling fast. “Love you too,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, shaking true. My cum shoots hot, splattering the mirror. My body shakes, loud and free. He groans low, warm inside me. My knees buckle, mirror holding me up. “Fuck,” I say, soft. My giggle’s quick, happy and real.

We slump slow, sweaty and tangled. My chest sticks to his, heaving big. “Mia,” I say, quiet. My voice shakes, scared and dumb. He pulls me close, “Bullshit,” he says, rough. My stomach twists, doubt soft and small. “Test,” I say, soft. My throat burns, shaky and real. He nods fast, “We’re good,” he says, low. My heart jumps, trust loud and true.

Studio’s quiet, mirrors foggy now. My sweats stay down, too tired to move. “You’re mine,” I say, soft. My hand rests on his chest, hard and warm. “Always,” he says, rough. My chest bursts, cozy and quick. “Good,” I say, quiet. My giggle’s soft, shaking free. He kisses my hair, gentle and close. “Forever,” I say, soft. My throat burns, love loud and real.

I clutch him tight, arms shaky and real. “I’m scared,” I say, soft. My voice breaks, tears spilling quick. He holds me close, “We’ll be okay,” he whispers, low and sure. My heart slams, happy and dumb. “Yeah,” I say, quiet. My eyes shine, blurry and true. “Test’s soon,” I say, soft. My throat burns, nervous and real. He nods slow, kissing my cheek.

Mirrors show us—tangled, sweaty, close. My legs ache, good ache and warm. “Us,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, hopeful and quick. He grins big, “Always,” he says, rough. My stomach flips, cozy and real. “Good,” I say, quiet. My hand grips his, steady and sure. “Love this,” I say, soft. My throat burns, trust loud and true.

Room’s warm, music fading soft. My body’s sweaty, sticking to him. “You’re enough,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, happy and dumb. He chuckles low, “You too,” he says, rough. My heart jumps, big and real. “Test,” I say, quiet. My fingers trace his arm, hard and warm. He nods fast, “We got this,” he says, low.

I lean in slow, head on his shoulder. “Okay,” I say, soft. My voice shakes, calm and true. He pulls me closer, tight and warm. “Mine,” he says, rough. My chest heaves, love loud and real. “Yours,” I say, quiet. My giggle’s quick, shaking free. He kisses my forehead, soft and sure.

Then a ring hits—loud, sharp—from my phone. My eyes snap open, heart jumping fast. Ryan tenses quick, breath shaky and wild. My stomach twists, cold and quick. “What’s that?” I say, soft. My voice breaks, scared and dumb. He grabs my hand, “Cody, it’s—”