This is for Mochi no Yume, who requested a Zack-Cody fic. I am loyal to those who are my fans. So, if you have a request and you have reviewed another one of my stories (you don't necessarily have to do so, but you will be given priority if you do), I will respond. I may even do some research if I haven't seen the show you request.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" characters. They are just so easy to write about having sex.
Some Dirty Little Games
Mr. Moseby always gets on Carey about the twins, Zack and Cody, but they never listen. That is, until she put her foot down.
"ZACK! CODY! GET IN HERE!"
The boys had been sleeping on this fine Saturday, it being 8 am and all, but their mom seemed a little upset *cough cough*, so they made the executive decision to wake up and go into the living room.
"What is it, mom?" Cody asked. Zack made the right decision to stay quiet because Carey exploded.
"WHAT IS IT?! WHAT IS IT? I'LL TELL YOU! MR. MOSEBY HAS JUST TOLD ME THAT MY JOB IS ON THE LINE! THAT IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO JEOPARDIZE THIS CONVENTION OF BUSINESSMEN COMING TO STAY THIS NEXT TWO DAYS, THEN I'M GETTING FIRED!"
"Sorry, Mom," Cody replied. "We won't do anything, we promise. Right, Zack?"
Yet, before Zack could reply, Carey had an ultimatum. "If you leave this room today," she said in the sweetest voice that promised pain should this warning go unheeded, "then you will be introduced to the true meaning of the word 'pain.' Would you like to try me?"
Zack and Cody paled at this threat. Their mom had never threatened them before! Then again, Mr. Moseby had never threatened to fire Carey, either. They knew that they never had a successful sneak-out, so they decided to play it safe.
"We won't leave this room. We swear," the twins said in tandem.
"For the next two days?" she asked, from in between clenched teeth.
"For the next two days."
She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She shook her head in warning and walked into her room, not believing a word until she actually witnessed this miracle. The boys glanced at each other, scared by this turn of events. They nodded their heads in unison and they went back to bed, sleeping until noon. Upon waking up they decided to play games, but Cody had a complaint.
"Since we have to stay in here for two day, we should take shifts. Someone gets to decide what we do today and then someone gets to decide what we do tomorrow. And," Cody added, "You can't argue. You have to do whatever the Game Master says or else you have to go to school naked." He grinned.
"Game Master?" Zack asked dubiously.
"Like that, huh?"
"Nerd. But how do we decide who gets to control today?"
Zack thought for a second. "Rock, paper, scissors?"
They stared each other down, like they were bitter rivals about to engage in a fight to the death. They held out one hand, palm up, and the other hand was in a fist, above and slightly behind their own head. They looked as if they were about to engage in a kung fu fight. They brought down their hands once.
Up and down for the second time.
Up and down for the third time.
Up and down for the last time. The 13 year old boys knew this was it, the playmaker. This last go determined the fate of the level of interesting games for each particular day.
"Dammit!" Zack exclaimed at this turn of events.
"Haha!" Cody remarked. "I'm Game Master today. You have to play whatever I say we play."
"Yeah, yeah. What first?"
They played all manner of games; games which interested Cody, that is. Strategy video games, chess, blackjack, all manner of games that required one to think, something Zack wasn't good at. The really bad side about these games: Zack had to in close proximity to Cody. The problem: Zack liked Cody. He'd like to bend him over a table and fuck him, that is.
He teased Cody about everything he loved about his younger twin. He loved how smart Cody was, how meticulous he was, and how effeminate he looked. He often touched himself at night thinking of how his brother would look when he was slamming his dick into his tight ass. He wondered if Cody would moan for him or if he would scream his name when he came.
This time locked in this room was going to kill him. Death by blue balls. He couldn't handle it. He had to get away.
Right before Zack jumped his sexy twin talking about some stupid superhero comic book convention, Carey walked into the room.
"Well, well, well. Looks like you boys kept your promise. For today," she added perilously.
"We'll be good, Mom," Cody replied. "That is, if Zack doesn't try anything tomorrow."
"I won't," Zack shot back.
"Well, let's go get dinner."
After dinner, Zack and Cody went to bed. Zack was fuming, however. He had to sit next to Cody in the restaurant and Cody kept brushing legs with him in his excitement to talk. He even put his hand on Zack's lap! He couldn't stand it!
That's when it hit him. He made a plan to make his fantasies come true. Cody made the rule of no backing out, so Zack decided to turn everything into a game.
'Tomorrow can't cum fast enough' was Zack's last thought before slipping into unconsciousness.
The misspelling of "come" was intentional.