Facing The Music
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“ Holy shit, you’re soaked!” Andy breathes, and Sid laughs breathily, pressing a kiss to Andy’s jaw and nipping at it. A pleasured rumble grows in his chest.
“ Don’t look so shocked. You put on a pretty good show, cowpoke. Rode my hand like a champ.”
Andy’s face goes red. Woody’s jaw drops without his permission.
“ C-cowpoke?” Andy shudders, and Woody is forced to shut his mouth and fall limp when his kid finally looks at him.
Their eyes meet. They meet, kind of.
Woody can’t. He can’t really look his kid in the eye, can’t give away that there’s something here inside of him. But his eyes- that’s where Andy is looking, and that’s all that matters. Andy's brow pinches, teeth catching his swollen bottom lip as he gazes at his childhood friend. Oh. He likes it. The. Cowboy thing.
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- Part 1 of Facing The Music
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“ Look. Uh, Wooly.”
“ Woo-dy.” He corrects harshly, making the human snort.
“ Right. Woody.” He actually regrets the correction. Hearing his name fall from Sid’s lips brings a sinking pit-like feeling to his stomach. Sid brings a finger up to rub at Woody’s polished, plastic hair. He doesn’t know if it’s meant to be comforting or intimidating. He jerks his head away and grimaces as he feels a stitch in his arm strain at the movement.
“ I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? I told Andy I’d bring you home all fixed and cleaned up. He’d noticed if you were suddenly covered in stitches.” At Woody’s no doubt terrified expression, he groans. “ Come on, man! You’re making it uncomfortable.”
“ I’m making you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m sorry.” Woody scoffs, spread-eagled. “ I apologize. Next time I’ll let you string me up and hang me by my pull cord without any argument.”
“ See. That’s what I mean.” Sid tells him and, without warning, presses his index finger right up against Woody’s popped seam.Series
- Part 2 of Facing The Music
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The quiet dorm is filled with wet slurping from the slick suction, the sound so audible that Sid has to be able to hear it. Woody can perfectly picture Sid sitting in the teen's lap, swiveling his hips to leave Andy's toes curling. He recalls being speared open by that cotton swab at Sid’s mercy- he tries to imagine what it would feel like to be the one in charge, moving on his own and taking his pleasure from the human instead of having it forced upon him. He thinks about how wet he knows he would get if he could. He can almost feel it sometimes, but it’s always a phantom sensation. What would it feel like then? Would it be loud like this?
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- Part 3 of Facing The Music