Lost in Hollywood

Thousand Years

"You're so fucking blind! Can't you see that she doesn't love you? Sky doesn't care about anyone's feelings, she only thinks about herself. How could she love you? She barely even knows you." Jess had said, running her hand down his back, sitting too close to him on the bench in the backyard. Her words had been a cold, sharp knife, cutting through his heart. "Sky doesn't care about you, not like I do— I never would have done this to you, Cody."

What Jess had said, was running through Cody's mind as Sky pushed him down on the bed, straddling him so that her thighs were on both sides of his hips, kissing him like she couldn't get enough of him. Her scent of vanilla mixed with alcohol filled his senses, making him light-headed, and yet he couldn't get enough of it, he craved more, more, more, it was like a drug and he was an addict, dying to get his fix.

Jess knew nothing. She had just been preying on his weak moment, to claim that Sky didn't love him, to thrust her unwanted affection at Cody.

He didn't want Jess. He had never seen her that way, and yet she kept trying. It was annoying, he hated the way she tried to manipulate him, tried to ruin the one thing that was making him happy. Sky. Oh God, Sky loved him, she had said so, had said so many times by now, and he could feel her love in the deep, heated kisses, in the way her fingers gripped his sweater and pulled it over his head, in the way her body was melting against his own on the bed.

"Please," he sighed, his voice full of surrender. "Please, please say it again—"

"I love you," she giggled in the darkness. Her breath that fanned his face tasted like beer and vodka, her hair smelled like vanilla and strawberries and girl, making his heart race in his chest.

He knew she was drunk, of course, and maybe this was just the vodka talking, but—

No, no, no, it has to be true. It has to be. I can't think like that.

Because this time she wasn't saying I love you, Eli, but she was saying I love you, Cody, I fucking love you Cody Bishop, and those words transformed his whole world, they shattered him in the best way, they made him sob and cry happy tears, as Sky's lips traveled down his neck, her impatient hands peeled off his T-shirt.

He wished he wasn't this drunk. He wished he could stop the time and make this moment last forever and ever and ever, but the truth was that he had consumed more than his share of the bottle of vodka, and many glasses of Champagne before that, trying to dull the pain and the panic - and now he was fucking wasted. The room was spinning, he didn't even remember how they had gotten here, into her bed.

His intoxicated state didn't seem to affect his ability to get a hard-on, though. Fucking Hell, it would have been impossible not to get a boner at this moment, when he was making out with the girl of his dreams, the girl he loved— and she loved him back, she fucking loved him, kept breathing those magical words into his ear again and again and again.

I love you, Cody. I love you so much!

She broke their kiss and sat up, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In the soft shadows of her four-poster bed and the closed curtains, her eyes were deep and dark, her cheeks burning, and Cody could only watch as she moved to sit on his thighs and started to open the buckle of his belt, the buttons of his jeans. He could do nothing but just let that happen, soft moans and sighs falling off his burning lips when she pushed down his pants, his boxers.

"I want you so much—" she sighed, straddling him again, gripping his dick which was rock hard by now, aching for her touch. "I want you inside of me, Cody. I want it so bad—"

He moaned, his eyes half-closing in pleasure as she began to rub her slickness against him, and his fingers gripped her thighs under the hem of her dress. Jesus Christ— he had missed this so much, had thought about this every fucking day, had jerked off in the shower and in his bed and fuck, once even at the bathroom of the movie theater in the middle of their date, thinking about her, always her, thinking about this very moment when she would finally say that she loved him, when they would be making love for real, and not just fucking.