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“You’ll tell me to stop if you change your mind?”

Cody cracks open an eye, closes it, and then tries again with both. The colours of the ceiling spin and then mostly settle. The edges bleed into each other, all too vivid and too captivating. It’s why he’d closed his eyes in the first place.

The couple are still talking.

“Of course. And you can stop at any time.” 

Cody turns to look at Fox, or rather, lets his head fall to the side in Fox’s direction. Fox isn’t looking back at him, he’s fixing the wall between them and the voices with a judgemental sneer.

“Fox,” Cody whispers. Fox ignores him. He doesn’t ignore Cody elbowing him in the side. Fox twists, ready to snap, but stops the second he locks eyes on Cody. Cody normally prides himself on his facial control, but whatever Bly had passed onto them has made his face lax and almost numb, moving without his say-so. Whatever Fox sees in it, it isn’t a fight. 

“Fox,” Cody says again, voice low. “Babe. Do you want to have sex. We don’t have to. I wouldn't want to pressure you.”

Fox blinks at him like he’s grown a second head, and then catches up with the joke. Cody would laugh at him, except his own thoughts are slow too, tripping over each other as he tries to get them in line. And he’d much rather laugh at the stupid pair on the other side of the wall.

Fox swings himself into Cody’s lap, landing too heavy too near parts of Cody he doesn’t want the full weight of a man dropped on. “Oh, Cody,” Fox says, matching Cody’s mocking tone. “Please be gentle with me.” 

Cody snorts, slapping his hand over his mouth. 

In the next room, with enough sincerity that Cody could choke on it, one of the clones is still going. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous."

“You’re beautiful, Fox,” Cody says and Fox grins at him with a mouth that’s too wide and stretches wider the longer Cody stares. He blinks and it returns to normal.

Fox makes an attempt at getting his own pants pushed out of the way, then Cody’s, then gives up and just grinds down onto Cody. It works just as well.

“Cody, my love, would it be all right if I shove my cock down your throat and choke you on it? I won’t unless you sign a consent form saying it’s okay.” 

Cody presses his hand harder to his mouth and then, finally remembers he doesn’t care. He laughs, jerking his hips up towards Fox. 

“Let me write us a fucking ops report before we get started. I’ll draw a diagram.” 

Fox looks at him with dark eyes, pupils blown so wide the brown around them is barely more than a memory. He’s smiling the way he always does, like an asshole about to revel in someone else’s suffering. But there’s a softer edge to it, something making holding real malice harder than usual. And they’re revealing in mocking the same person together.

Cody's barely hard, neither is Fox. No one is going to be choking on anything, but it doesn’t matter for much when Fox rubs them together through layers of clothing.

“Let me know if it hurts. I’ll stop,” a voice carries through. It gets a snort from both Cody and Fox, what follows get full body shaking

“It’s okay. I trust you,” the other says.

“Do you trust me?” Fox asks, managing to sound almost as sincere. 

“With my whole heart,” Cody says. 

Fox wrenches, and thankfully doesn’t actually throw up. He blinks at Cody like he wasn’t sure which way it was going to go either.

“Cody, love, do you—”

Bang.

The wall jerks, dust drifting down from somewhere up near the ceiling. 

“We can fucking hear you!” a voice yells.

It’s the worst thing they could have done. Fox laughs so hard he falls right out of Cody’s lap. Cody follows right after him. Just as Cody feels like he’s got himself under control, he catches sight of Fox and they’re gone again. If their neighbours ever continue, Cody never finds out.