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Cody was just a shadow backlit by the sun when he returned
to them, wetsuit rolled down again, hair dripping water into the sand, cheeks
flushed from the sun and exuberance.
“Why the fuck are you still here?” he growled the moment he
laid eyes on Wreck, and all the calm of the morning disappeared.
“That was rude,” Bellamy remarked, staring up at Cody with a
serene expression that didn’t necessarily match his tone. “You should
apologize.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s poor manners to be crude to someone when
they’ve done nothing to warrant it,” Bellamy remarked.
“The fuck? I’m tired of being spied on!”
“Wasn’t out here to spy on you, was just enjoying the show.”
“Fuckin’ creeper.”
Sighing heavily, Bellamy stood, shook his head, and walked
past Cody without another word. When Cody moved to follow him, he looked back
over his shoulder and pinned him in place with a cold, even stare.
“Rest of the day is canceled,” Bellamy told him. “I won’t
waste my afternoon on an undisciplined child.”
His eyes flittered to Wreck and he gave a tiny shrug. “Guess
I was wrong about him ruining the day.”
Cody was still standing there blinking when Bellamy
disappeared over the top of the dune, but Wreck heard him softly call out
“Don’t go.”
His shoulders slumped, and he stood there, calling out one
more time. “Please don’t go.”
Wreck was glad he was on his feet when a furious Cody
whirled around on him, features twisted up as he began to yell.
“Why the fuck can’t you just stay away from me? I’m tired of
tripping over you every time I turn around. I don’t care if my old man assigned
you to watch out for me, there’s nothing to keep an eye on now is there? I have
not been late to work, I’ve even taken extra shifts. I haven’t bet on anything;
I haven’t even bought a lottery ticket. You’ve got my bike, I can’t go
anywhere, and now you’re trying to ruin the only fuckin’ friendship I’ve got!”
Cody threw a punch, sloppy and throwing himself off balance,
easy for Wreck to catch. There was a split second when their eyes met and Wreck
wondered if he was going to throw another one, then Cody surged forward, crashing
his mouth against Wreck’s in a furious kiss.
Growling against his lips, Wreck deepened it, slid both
hands in Cody’s hair, and yanked enough to draw a hiss and moan from the
smaller man who whined as his fingers scrabbled for the hem of Wreck’s t-shirt,
trying to yank it off over his head while they were wildly making out like a
couple of teenagers. Cody tasted of salt and aggression while Wreck plundered
his mouth, trying to pour his feelings and desires into every moment of their
embrace.
It had happened before, several times, those crazy,
wonderful moments when Cody yanked him in and initiated things, squirming and
begging to be fucked like he was now. Jerking away from Wreck he managed to
pull his shirt off, the rough scratch of fabric running up the backs of his
arms, blinding him as it was pulled off over his head. The sudden sense of
falling accompanied it, the shirt freeing his arms just in time for him to
catch himself on the sand with Cody pinned beneath him.
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