THE BET - PART 1
Title: THE BET - PART 1
Author: candy_cha0s
Pairing: Cody/Randy
Summary: You cannot bet against love.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Vince has that honor. This is all fiction.
Author Notes: So here it is, my latest "big fic" and Im really hoping it turns out as great as I want it to be. Forgive any errors and PLEASE PLEASE comment... brutally if need be.
Warnings: this shit could be addictive! .
He drove into the tight, willing flesh beneath him. He was almost merciless, the bed sheets bunched in his hands. Writhing beneath him, the young ring rat moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
They were in Randy’s hotel room, as was usually the setting for the Viper’s conquests.
It was never hard to find an easy fuck after a show, especially if you were Randy Orton, apex predator and legendary Viper. The only difference being that Randy favoured young men as opposed to the countless women that made themselves so readily available.
“Ahhh…..” the rat moaned, Kevin if Randy remembered correctly, names and faces were not important to him.
“You like that, huh?”he growled in response. His question was met with only more moans. He took that as a yes.
Randy could feel himself slipping over the edge; his thrusts became more frequent, intense. His already solid erection ached with desire for release, his balls tightening. The writhing, groaning body below him speeded up the ascent into ecstasy.
With a growl of satisfaction Randy lost himself in a powerful orgasm, sending his seed deep into the tight heat of the young man.
Spent, he collapsed to the bed beside the other man.
“You wanna help me cum, stud?” the rat asked confidently.
Randy laughed, was this guy for real?
“You gotta be kidding me, right…” he said cuttingly.
“But, I thought….”
Randy smirked, “You thought what? That this was serious? You wanna wake up next to me and have breakfast in the morning?”
The young man looked at him in shock, “You just… we fucked…”
“No, I fucked you. End of story. Now get the hell outta my room.” Randy ordered, his tone irritated.
Speechless, the man grabbed his clothes from the floor and was out the door before he had barely dressed. In the room, Randy had fetched a bottle of beer from the mini-bar and lit a cigarette. Naked, he stepped onto the enclosed balcony, slowly releasing the smoke from his first drag.
*****
The house show had been rather standard, they had played their parts, interacted a little more with the crowd. It was easier to do that when you had only four or five thousand spectators as opposed to the twenty or so that normally were in attendance for live shows and tapings.
They had arrived the day before and were scheduled to do another show on Thursday, this left the night and following day free. A two day break was not to be scoffed at in this business. So, ever daring, Randy allowed John and Adam to coax him into going out for a few drinks (few here meaning an almost endless line of shooters) at a local club.
The music could be heard even before the car doors had opened, heavy bass reverberating around them.
Why the fuck did I agree to this shit?
Randy hated dance clubs. To him they were all the same. A mixture of underage, legal and way-too-fucking-old people who got too drunk (if there was such a thing) too quickly. He wasn’t opposed to drinking, but fending off dozens of drunk bitches was more a chore than anything else.
His only positive outlook to such venues was the fact that straight or not, most guys were willing - yea he was a horny bugger, everyone had to have a talent right?
He let out a groan, “What have I let you dipshits get me into?”
John and Adam chuckled, knowing their friends lack of tolerance for dancing, he had two left feet, which made for a ton of laughs on their part.
“Ahh come off it Rands,” Adam laughed, “its not like staying in your room with some random guy is any better right?”
Adam and John were the only people who knew of Randy’s bedroom escapades. There were no secrets between them, they had looked out for each other since they had been rookies.
“Yea,” John chimed in, “besides, it’s been a while since we had the pleasure of seeing twinkle-toes on a dance floor.”
They burst out laughing, oblivious to the almost drooling fans surrounding them. Randy raised an eyebrow…. With friends like these, who needs enemies.
*****
The hours had drifted by unnoticed, in the club, Randy had been getting steadily drunk, and was for some reason he could not understand, rather enjoying himself. He had turned down, rather coldly a decent number of ring rats, but at the same time had found a pleasing array of eye candy - all of the male variety of course.
John and Edge, who flew down the highway to hangover central, were dancing up a storm. Randy had taken refuge at the bar, where he could observe everything, without putting the masses in danger of his two left feet.
He was halfway through his, what was it - seventh? eighth? - beer when John and Adam joined him. They were flushed and breathless and downed their drinks before turning to him.
“See anything you like then?” Adam teased.
Randy shook his head, “No, not really.” He wanted to down play where this was headed.
“What’s the matter? Are the clientele a little out of your league this evening?” John piped up.
Randy took another pull from his beer and settled in as his friends enthusiastically mocked his “sexploits” as they called them. Amusing, he thought to himself, like having root-canal treatment.
*****
Cody had not planned on going out, he usually avoided it at all costs, it wasn’t safe. He was the new kid and that made him an easy target.
Besides, he was shy and clubbing meant heavily packed dance floors, gyrating, sweaty bodies in close proximity to one another. Yea sure it was fun, but not easy when you were gay. Harder still when you were a gay wrestler. No, it seemed far more prudent to Cody to stay in his hotel room and play a little PS3.
However, Evan had other ideas. The man was a constant ball of energy, short in stature but a giant in good times. So, as was inevitable, he had dragged Cody along with him to the dance club.
And strangely, it turned out quite well. Cody had had a few drinks, not enough to leave him hiding light a vampire come sunrise, but enough to remove his shyness. As a result, he and Evan had been steadily dancing up a storm.
Cody had caught sight of Randy at the bar. They were scheduled to debut a new feud at the live show next week. Cody was nervous, his Dad had pulled a few strings to make his debut on RAW as big as possible. You didn’t get any bigger than feuding with the man who featured quite regularly in your night-time fantasies.
But he wasn’t here to obsess about work, he was here to dance and have a break, and that’s what he did.
*****
“Is that a fact, Cena?” Randy questioned his friend.
“Yup, I reckon that the caliber of ass here has you spooked.” Cena defended his argument.
The three friends had been debating backward and forth as to why Randy had not yet claimed a prize for the evening. Adam and John were of the opinion that Randy had a case of nerves. Randy found this laughable.
“Ill have you kids know,” he spoke mockingly, “I can have any man in this club, like that.” He snapped his fingers.
Adam snickered, “I sense a bet coming on.”
John could only smile, friendly bets had been their thing, a way of taking the piss from one or the other. They had not played this game in some time.
“Alright, a bet then.” Randy said, thumping his hand on the counter.
“The terms?”Cena asked.
Adam came to the party, “One hundred bucks each says you cant nail the guy we pick for you.”
John guffawed with laughter, clearly enjoying this prospect.
“And who, may I ask, is the target?” Randy queried.
John and Adam scanned the dance floor for a few moments, whispering and laughing to themselves as they debated which man to pick. Finally their eyes settled on a perfect choice. They pointed it out to Randy.
He snorted, “That kid?"
"Yup. That one."
“How long do I get?”
“Two weeks.” Came Johns reply.
"Two weeks? Shit, that’s like candy from a baby.” Randy smirked.
Edge giggled, “Soooooo…. It’s a bet?”
“You’re on!” was Randy’s response.
*****
On the floor, his long hair wet, eyes shining clear as the ocean, Cody danced, oblivious.
THE BET - PART 1
Author: candy_cha0s
Pairing: Cody/Randy
Summary: You cannot bet against love.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Vince has that honor. This is all fiction.
Author Notes: So here it is, my latest "big fic" and Im really hoping it turns out as great as I want it to be. Forgive any errors and PLEASE PLEASE comment... brutally if need be.
Warnings: this shit could be addictive! .
He drove into the tight, willing flesh beneath him. He was almost merciless, the bed sheets bunched in his hands. Writhing beneath him, the young ring rat moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
They were in Randy’s hotel room, as was usually the setting for the Viper’s conquests.
It was never hard to find an easy fuck after a show, especially if you were Randy Orton, apex predator and legendary Viper. The only difference being that Randy favoured young men as opposed to the countless women that made themselves so readily available.
“Ahhh…..” the rat moaned, Kevin if Randy remembered correctly, names and faces were not important to him.
“You like that, huh?”he growled in response. His question was met with only more moans. He took that as a yes.
Randy could feel himself slipping over the edge; his thrusts became more frequent, intense. His already solid erection ached with desire for release, his balls tightening. The writhing, groaning body below him speeded up the ascent into ecstasy.
With a growl of satisfaction Randy lost himself in a powerful orgasm, sending his seed deep into the tight heat of the young man.
Spent, he collapsed to the bed beside the other man.
“You wanna help me cum, stud?” the rat asked confidently.
Randy laughed, was this guy for real?
“You gotta be kidding me, right…” he said cuttingly.
“But, I thought….”
Randy smirked, “You thought what? That this was serious? You wanna wake up next to me and have breakfast in the morning?”
The young man looked at him in shock, “You just… we fucked…”
“No, I fucked you. End of story. Now get the hell outta my room.” Randy ordered, his tone irritated.
Speechless, the man grabbed his clothes from the floor and was out the door before he had barely dressed. In the room, Randy had fetched a bottle of beer from the mini-bar and lit a cigarette. Naked, he stepped onto the enclosed balcony, slowly releasing the smoke from his first drag.
*****
The house show had been rather standard, they had played their parts, interacted a little more with the crowd. It was easier to do that when you had only four or five thousand spectators as opposed to the twenty or so that normally were in attendance for live shows and tapings.
They had arrived the day before and were scheduled to do another show on Thursday, this left the night and following day free. A two day break was not to be scoffed at in this business. So, ever daring, Randy allowed John and Adam to coax him into going out for a few drinks (few here meaning an almost endless line of shooters) at a local club.
The music could be heard even before the car doors had opened, heavy bass reverberating around them.
Why the fuck did I agree to this shit?
Randy hated dance clubs. To him they were all the same. A mixture of underage, legal and way-too-fucking-old people who got too drunk (if there was such a thing) too quickly. He wasn’t opposed to drinking, but fending off dozens of drunk bitches was more a chore than anything else.
His only positive outlook to such venues was the fact that straight or not, most guys were willing - yea he was a horny bugger, everyone had to have a talent right?
He let out a groan, “What have I let you dipshits get me into?”
John and Adam chuckled, knowing their friends lack of tolerance for dancing, he had two left feet, which made for a ton of laughs on their part.
“Ahh come off it Rands,” Adam laughed, “its not like staying in your room with some random guy is any better right?”
Adam and John were the only people who knew of Randy’s bedroom escapades. There were no secrets between them, they had looked out for each other since they had been rookies.
“Yea,” John chimed in, “besides, it’s been a while since we had the pleasure of seeing twinkle-toes on a dance floor.”
They burst out laughing, oblivious to the almost drooling fans surrounding them. Randy raised an eyebrow…. With friends like these, who needs enemies.
*****
The hours had drifted by unnoticed, in the club, Randy had been getting steadily drunk, and was for some reason he could not understand, rather enjoying himself. He had turned down, rather coldly a decent number of ring rats, but at the same time had found a pleasing array of eye candy - all of the male variety of course.
John and Edge, who flew down the highway to hangover central, were dancing up a storm. Randy had taken refuge at the bar, where he could observe everything, without putting the masses in danger of his two left feet.
He was halfway through his, what was it - seventh? eighth? - beer when John and Adam joined him. They were flushed and breathless and downed their drinks before turning to him.
“See anything you like then?” Adam teased.
Randy shook his head, “No, not really.” He wanted to down play where this was headed.
“What’s the matter? Are the clientele a little out of your league this evening?” John piped up.
Randy took another pull from his beer and settled in as his friends enthusiastically mocked his “sexploits” as they called them. Amusing, he thought to himself, like having root-canal treatment.
*****
Cody had not planned on going out, he usually avoided it at all costs, it wasn’t safe. He was the new kid and that made him an easy target.
Besides, he was shy and clubbing meant heavily packed dance floors, gyrating, sweaty bodies in close proximity to one another. Yea sure it was fun, but not easy when you were gay. Harder still when you were a gay wrestler. No, it seemed far more prudent to Cody to stay in his hotel room and play a little PS3.
However, Evan had other ideas. The man was a constant ball of energy, short in stature but a giant in good times. So, as was inevitable, he had dragged Cody along with him to the dance club.
And strangely, it turned out quite well. Cody had had a few drinks, not enough to leave him hiding light a vampire come sunrise, but enough to remove his shyness. As a result, he and Evan had been steadily dancing up a storm.
Cody had caught sight of Randy at the bar. They were scheduled to debut a new feud at the live show next week. Cody was nervous, his Dad had pulled a few strings to make his debut on RAW as big as possible. You didn’t get any bigger than feuding with the man who featured quite regularly in your night-time fantasies.
But he wasn’t here to obsess about work, he was here to dance and have a break, and that’s what he did.
*****
“Is that a fact, Cena?” Randy questioned his friend.
“Yup, I reckon that the caliber of ass here has you spooked.” Cena defended his argument.
The three friends had been debating backward and forth as to why Randy had not yet claimed a prize for the evening. Adam and John were of the opinion that Randy had a case of nerves. Randy found this laughable.
“Ill have you kids know,” he spoke mockingly, “I can have any man in this club, like that.” He snapped his fingers.
Adam snickered, “I sense a bet coming on.”
John could only smile, friendly bets had been their thing, a way of taking the piss from one or the other. They had not played this game in some time.
“Alright, a bet then.” Randy said, thumping his hand on the counter.
“The terms?”Cena asked.
Adam came to the party, “One hundred bucks each says you cant nail the guy we pick for you.”
John guffawed with laughter, clearly enjoying this prospect.
“And who, may I ask, is the target?” Randy queried.
John and Adam scanned the dance floor for a few moments, whispering and laughing to themselves as they debated which man to pick. Finally their eyes settled on a perfect choice. They pointed it out to Randy.
He snorted, “That kid?"
"Yup. That one."
“How long do I get?”
“Two weeks.” Came Johns reply.
"Two weeks? Shit, that’s like candy from a baby.” Randy smirked.
Edge giggled, “Soooooo…. It’s a bet?”
“You’re on!” was Randy’s response.
*****
On the floor, his long hair wet, eyes shining clear as the ocean, Cody danced, oblivious.
THE BET - PART 1