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Cody Carson (Smut) 》Choke

"I'll see you in a few weeks baby!" My girlfriend Shay called out to me as she stood in the middle of the doorway separating the outside world and our house. I smiled and kissed her goodbye quickly, watching as she packed her bags and walked off. It was gonna be a long week without her around, but she had planned this family trip for months. I would have loved to go, but we were stuck finishing up this album and she didn't want to take me away from that.

Once Shay had drove off, I closed and locked the door tightly to make sure nobody would come busting in here. Not that there were reports of a robber around lately or that I didn't trust the neighborhood, it was just always a habit of mine I had done. It's better to be safe than sorry, right?

I groaned and threw myself down on the couch and turned on the TV, flicking through the channels for a few minutes before settling on some repeat of the Seahawks game. It would have been more interesting if I knew that this was one where they had won, but just my luck it had to be their worst game yet. I was only able to bear through a couple of minutes before I decided I had had enough and turned it off.

I never noticed just how truly silent the house is before. Usually whenever Shay is here, we're always talking or laughing about something. It's hardly silence in our house. So you could understand just how unsettling it was when I was left with nobody but myself. Hell, even on the off chances that she didn't take Mateo with her, there'd still be his tiny barks and the sound of his squeaky toys.

"What to do, what to do..." I thought aloud to myself and looked around the living room, trying to find something to occupy myself with. When I couldn't find anything, I turned to twitter. I had sent out a tweet asking people to send me some video ideas to record when someone had suggested reading my old texts with Shay or anyone else from SIO. That didn't sound like a bad idea honestly.

With that idea in mind, I had screenshot-ed the tweet, shoved my now locked phone in my pocket, grabbed the camera we had used to record and went to the bedroom we shared. It took a few minutes for me to find the tripod and set everything up, not including the kind of lighting I had wanted for the video. I wasn't able to find the green screen I had used for previous videos, but surely it wouldn't make that much of a difference. Not as long as I removed anything that the younger fans would consider "inappropriate." Who knew that 12 year olds could be so cringey sometimes? 

Once I had everything set up, I set myself down on the bed and waved. "What's up guys, Cody here. As you've probably seen by now, I sent out a tweet asking you what I should record and boy were there some good ones." I laughed and unlocked my phone, scrolling through the replies once more.

"And a few bad ones. Like this one, 'record yourself fucking a pillow.' First, why would I record that and post it here? Second off," I grabbed the nearest  pillow I could reach and looked into the camera with an offended look on my face. "What me and Sir El Macho Danziger get up to in private is none of your business. Alright, you got that?" I kissed the pillow quickly and set it behind me. "But this one here that I really like a lot is from Angel and it says to go through my old texts with Shay or anyone else from the band. Which this could either go really bad or really well." I closed twitter, turned on the screen recording app I had just downloaded and opened up the thread of texts I had with Shay. "Let's get started, shall we?"

I smiled at the camera and scrolled as far back as I could to very beginning of our conversation, dating back nearly two years ago. I had read out which ones were harmless and funny before stumbling upon the texts we had shared a few months ago when I was on tour. I should have scrolled past them and ignored them, but I was going to cut that bit out anyway so what was the point?

We had been away from each other for a while at the time and needless to say, two adults in a relationship have needs. When you're away from each other, you have to make due sometimes. And this was one of those times.