Bad Company
Ted withdrew his fingers and Cody felt suddenly bereft. And then Ted was leaning past him, reaching for the condoms that Randy had left them and tearing the packet in a hurry that gave away just how much he wanted this too. There was some slight fumbling from the blonde and it occurred to Cody that Ted had never put one on before and had been pulled out of sex-ed classes, he really didn't want things to be held up while they worked it out. Hell, there was a part of him that didn't want to use the condom at all, didn't want anything between him and Ted no matter how thin the latex layer. But Ted had it on without issue a moment later, leaning over Cody and kissing him deeply. Cody kissed him back, his heart pounding. This was it, this was the moment and he couldn't think of another person he'd rather be in this position with.
“I love you,” Ted told him, moving back to position himself at Cody's entrance. His eyes were dark, his voice serious.
“I love you too baby,” replied Cody, taking in a sharp breath as Ted pressed inside him. There was a slight burn and Cody couldn't help the slight whimper that emerged from him. Ted stopped immediately, haf inside him. “Baby?”
“Don't stop,” said Cody. The pain that was there had all the hallmarks of being something that might ache later on but he wanted to keep going, get past it. Ted's preparations had shown him that there was a whole lot better waiting if they got past it.
Ted resumed and it was only later that Cody realised that Ted maybe couldn't stop; his eyes were wide, a fine sheen of sweat already on his body and Cody could feel just how hard his lover was. Ted had done his part well and there was no resistance as Ted buried himself to the hilt in the younger man and stopped, almost panting in Cody's ear as he struggled to keep himself still enough for Cody to adjust.
Cody caught his breath and wrapped a hand around the back of Ted's neck, trying to get used to the feeling of Ted invading his body as the blonde pressed kisses to his jaw. After a long moment he turned his head slightly to meet Ted's lips. “You can move Teddy,” he said quietly, almost afraid himself. In spite of the burn he could feel that the two of them together were absolutely right and he knew even then that there was no way he could ever be like this with another man. If the day came when Ted didn't want him then there would be no one else for him and the power that Ted had over him would have been even more frightening if he hadn't trusted the man completely.
Ted pulled out a little and then pushed back into Cody, a groan leaving him but keeping things slow and careful. The burn faded and Cody moaned quietly as it was replaced by the most intense sensation he had ever felt. It was exquisite, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his whole body and transporting him somewhere else. He no longer felt as if he was losing his virginity in the bed that Ted was calling his for the foreseeable future, in Randy's spare room. It felt as if something special was happening between them, something real that he could never have described to another person. But he was certain that Ted would know exactly what he meant should he try.
As they fell into rhythm Cody wrapped his legs around Ted's waist, meeting every thrust, cries and moans leaving him. Ted was murmuring his name as he stopped being gentle and let his own desires take over, kissing Cody on the lips, the jaw, any part he could reach as he sped himself up.
Cody was pretty sure that neither of them would be able to hold on for long, it was all too new to them to know how to, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that they had gotten over everything to be together, really together. He used the legs he had wrapped around Ted to shift the position of his ass and suddenly the angle Ted was moving into him changed and Cody found his cries suddenly loud and urgent, his inner muscles gripping Ted tighter as the blonde responded to his actions by pounding harder into his lover, hammering against his sweet spot until Cody felt as if he couldn't breathe anymore, he had to get release or he might simply die of bliss.
“Teddy!” His hand slipped between their bodies and wrapped around his cock, using hard, erratic motions on himself and even over his own moans he heard the gasp from his lover at the sight. “I can't hold on baby, I can't--”
Ted thrust into him again and Cody's entire world seemed to explode, every molecule in his body alight with sensation. He was vaguely aware that he was crying out to the heavens, making so much noise that it was probably a good thing that they were alone in the house. He was far more aware that he was coming hard, covering his hand, his chest and Ted with the evidence. He was even more aware that his inner muscles had clamped down around Ted, spasming around the blonde and Ted let out a helpless yell of his own, throbbing inside Cody as he came equally as hard, hammering against Cody without any kind of rhythm, hitting his prostate and drawing out Cody's orgasm longer.
By the time Cody was in any state to notice anything he realised that Ted was trembling again and pulled the blonde down to lie against him, kissing a forehead that was damp with sweat. If he had one regret it was that the condom had stopped him from truly feeling what it was like to have Ted come apart inside him but it was only a small one, barely noticed. “Oh my god baby,” he murmured. “Oh my god. I thought the first time was supposed to be crap? That was - wow, I don't even know how to describe it. I never thought it would be like that.”
Ted nestled against him. “I never felt that way Cody,” he confessed softly. “I never felt this way. I love you Cody. Now more than ever.”
“I love you too,” replied Cody with a smile. “More than anything.”
~:~
They lay together a while longer, Ted’s arm around Cody’s middle and Cody’s hand resting on the side of Ted’s neck gently. Sleepy, sated and rather overwhelmed with the knowledge that they had well and truly cemented their relationship and displayed their love for one another they didn’t say much, they didn’t have to, but when they did it was always a light topic--- often interspersed with loving nothings being whispered. Cody nodded off first, and though Ted was tired he found he couldn’t nod off right away.
Instead he found himself watching Cody sleep, something that he knew in the back of his mind would probably be perceived as a bit creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. Even though he was asleep Cody was smiling and Ted liked to think that he was at least a contributing factor to that smile. Since Cody’s body was half uncovered by the blankets Ted’s eyes traced from Cody’s throat (had he left that mark there?) down the smooth line of his back to the covered swell of his backside. The backside he’d deflowered.
Instead of inspiring that sense of frightened confusion interspersed with eager desire that he may have experienced before all Ted felt in that moment was humbled. Cody actually loved him enough, trusted him enough to take the most precious physical gift two people could give one another. He may no longer be as completely disillusioned by the church as he may once have been but he still thought your virginity was something you shouldn’t waste on any random person. And he hadn’t wasted his, not at all. He couldn’t think of a better person he could have lost that chastity to. Without really thinking his hand went out, tracing the gentle line of Cody’s spine. When the other started to stir a little Ted stilled, but Cody merely shuffled closer.
Sighing gently Cody mumbled a moment before settling down once again, curling into Ted a little. Ted’s expression softened and he adjusted the covers over them both before dropping a kiss to the top of Cody’s head. “Goodnight sweetheart,” he murmured even though he knew Cody couldn’t hear him, and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he too was asleep and neither teenager moved for the remainder of the night. The only time they did move was to somehow end up so they were spooning, Ted wrapped almost protectively (and a little possessively, though Ted would never admit to feeling such a thing) around him, his chest to Cody’s back. They were still sleeping mid-morning when Randy and John returned back.
~::~
“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have stayed at yours a bit longer,” Randy whined, draping his arms over John’s broad shoulders, large hands rubbing up and down on the man’s chest suggestively as he nuzzled his ear, “I mean, I thought I had made my intentions for this morning pretty clear… and none of those involved you wearing clothes or us leaving bed.” John shivered slightly, inhaling a short sharp breath when Randy’s fingers pinched his nipples teasingly through the fabric of his shirt. “Randy!” he glanced at the door leading to what was soon to be Ted’s bedroom and muttered, “We’ll wake them up! Besides, you’re the one who said Mr Rhodes said he wanted to take us all out for lunch today,” and he was nervous about it.
After all he had yet to meet Cody’s parents and there was every chance they might want to know how the investigation and suchlike was going, which he was only at liberty to discuss so far, or, they could even blame him for not being able to stop the situation sooner. And if they felt that way then he sure as hell wouldn’t blame them; he had been frustrated too that it had taken so bloody long to sort everything out. But, more predominantly in his mind (selfish or not) was that these people knew Randy’s parents, and were seemingly very close to Randy’s parents if the long-standing relationship between Randy and Cody was anything to go by, and… “What if they don’t like me?” he found himself asking aloud, making Randy still a little bit.
“What if who don’t like you?” the idea seemed absurd to Randy; he had never come across anyone who didn’t like John, even when they were just walking through the streets together to a café or for Randy to pick some things up from the shop before they headed back to his place anyone who knew John even slightly always went out of their way to say hello to him and such. Hell, the old woman and her husband who ran the local grocery place always had something fresh off their produce delivery that they gave him for free... Randy had just been glad to find there was a reason and that John didn’t just carry a bag of carrots for fun. “John, the Rhodes’ like everybody… Unless you piss them off,” he amended, “But that’s hard.”
Cody’s mum and dad were so easy-going though that nothing seemed to rattle them-but god forbid you mess with one of their family or friends, because they did not take kindly to that. Randy remembered when he had been younger, though obviously still a touch older than Cody, and some woman (who he would later learn apparently had a history with his father) was hounding him, telling him he wasn’t even his father’s son and other such things that he knew now was nonsense but at the time had really hurt… He didn’t recall ever seeing her so mad. And he remembered complimenting Cody afterwards on the strength of his mother’s right hook, much to the younger boy’s confusion, the embarrassment of his mum and his dad’s amusement.
“I’ll take your word for it,” John mumbled, and for a moment Randy was completely clueless as to why John would be so bothered about whether the Rhodes’ would like him or not. And then it occurred to him, what John had to be thinking about--- and he felt himself blushing a little. Despite knowing he was genuinely in love and that he had genuinely made a rare find in a man like John it still startled Randy that he seemed to want to, as the old saying went, ‘do right by him’ in terms of their relationship; he genuinely wanted Randy’s parents to like him, to meet his family and get to know them. And that meant a lot to Randy because for all he might act blasé about his family now and again they meant the world to him.
And he actually wanted to meet John’s family too--- though the prospect of so many brothers had him thinking that he might need to start working harder to get back into the habit of going to the gym recently; he’d had so much going on in recent weeks that he hadn’t really been as on the ball with it as he had been. Not that he was close to falling out of shape of course, but he’d just generally been slacking. “John, they’ll love you, trust me, especially for all you’ve done to help the kids.” It amused him that now more than ever when he said that it made it sound as though Ted and Cody were their kids. The thought was so bizarre that he almost wanted to laugh. But, because John would misunderstand he held back.
“And… if you’re worried about my folks,” he mumbled, nipping John’s ear hard enough to make the man gasp as a retaliation for having him talking about such emotional issues, “-then the only thing you need to be scared about is that my mother, or sister, might take a liking to you and try to steal you instead,” he paused and chuckled, “Last I knew Nate wasn’t gay, but where he’s involved I never know what’s happening inside that kid’s head.” John sincerely doubted that would legitimately be the case but he appreciated it anyway. “Thanks Rand,” he murmured, and then gasped when Randy’s hand suddenly dipped into his jeans, cupping him. “Now I’ve massaged your ego,” Randy grinned, “Maybe you could massage something of mine, hm?”
“Th-That’s possibly the cheesiest line you’ve ever said to me,” John tried to laugh but the gentle kneading sensation Randy was currently exerting on his balls was making him want to just bend over right there in the kitchen and let Randy do whatever the hell he wanted to him. “No,” Randy mused, grinning delightedly as he felt John growing underhand (they had enough time until they had to meet Cody’s parents, John was just overeager like the good little detective he was) continuing to knead and squeeze him playfully, “-the cheesiest line I’ve ever said to you was something like, ‘those jeans look good on your ass but I’d look better’.” The pair joined in a companionable snicker then; Randy’s only excuse was that he wasn’t serious.
Before John could say anything else back Randy took the chance to turn John’s head enough to kiss him, tongue plundering his lover’s mouth as he expertly manhandled John towards his bedroom, one hand still shoved down the man’s pants. What could he say? He hadn’t gotten nearly as much last night as he had wanted to, and it was John’s fault for being all naked and sexy whilst he slept. That and he’d pretty much been cock-blocked when he’d made the mistake of mentioning Dusty’s late-night text saying that he wanted to take them all out for lunch. Chances were Cody would only be getting peace on an evening when his parents were around, because although they had been protective before they would probably be more so now.
The door clicked loudly behind them and again John mentally prayed that Cody and Ted didn’t wake up. Considering there was only a single wall separating them there was very little chance that they wouldn’t hear something if they did wake up. The kiss broke with a wet gasp, both men panting hard. Grinning wickedly Randy shoved John in the chest, sending the man sprawling back over his bed. Only because he knew John would have a bitch-fit about him messing his clothes when they were meant to be going out Randy took care to take them off of John, his own coming off with much less care; he was intending to get changed into something when he got home anyway. Instead of Randy pouncing as usual, he hesitated for a moment.
When a silk tie was produced from somewhere John’s eyes widened a fraction before cocking his head at Randy. Randy merely smirked, leaning down and letting his breath fan over one of John’s nipples, “You don’t want the kids to wake up, right John-John? That means that you are going to have to be quiet. If you feel like you can’t manage though I’m sure this will help,” he indicated the tie. “So… are you going to be a good boy and try without it?” John eyed the tie and then nodded--- though when Randy’s mouth enveloped his nipple he suddenly found himself wishing for the offered gag; being quiet was all but impossible where Randy was concerned even though they had been together as often as they had up to then.
~::~
At first neither teen knew what the sound was that had awoken them, Cody the first to return to consciousness even though he looked as though he would be happy just to roll over and go back to sleep. Before Ted could open his mouth to question as to what the sound was though it came again, and this time the dull ‘thump!’ was accompanied by a low moan. A twin blush covered their cheeks as they looked from one another, and then to the wall opposite the foot of the bed. “Tell me that’s not-“the moan came again and Ted bit his lip; there was only one person he knew who sounded like that: John Smith-no, not Smith, Cena. Cody covered his eyes with his hand a moment, looking torn between amusement and embarrassment.
A part of Cody wanted to apologise, but he knew that that wasn’t right. Apologising would mean there was something wrong with what they were doing and, well, it was Randy’s home and Randy’s bedroom, so why the hell couldn’t he do as he wanted? The fact that the noises were hastily muffled and infrequent told Cody also that there was a chance both men were making an effort to be quiet. For the first time Cody tried to sit up-and found that that didn’t quite go as planned. It ached but it was far from the most painful thing he had experienced. Ted looked a little stricken, mouth clearly opening to apologise so Cody cut him off at the pass by kissing him. “I’m fine baby,” he murmured, and the stilled when a breathier, louder sound came.
“Ted, be a doll and get my headphones out of the drawer will you?” Cody asked and Ted nodded, surprised to find two pairs. Two pairs that came in quite handy actually for Cody had a double-jack so they shared his iPod to muffle the sounds of John and Randy in the next room. Cody promised Ted that he’d speak to Randy about soundproofing… and he wasn’t just thinking of it for their sake. John and Randy might be confident enough not to mind too much about being overheard but he and Ted weren’t quite there yet... Afterwards, when the foursome all emerged, Ted and John were studiously avoiding one another’s eyes and Cody was giving Randy a look that said he had no shame… Randy asking innocently if Cody could sit OK.
~::~
“I don’t know what more to make of this,” Dave sighed as he looked down at the statements before him. Many campers had been very forthcoming (and he’d been as outraged as the parents of the young girl who had been forced to wet herself like an animal because they wouldn’t let her visit a bathroom, and then made her stay like that in the area where the other campers ate as a warning to them) but there were some that weren’t giving anything away… three young ladies being top of the list of silence, the Bella twins and Miss El. They were definitely odd, and it was pretty apparent that they were odd because of that camp, regardless of what they might be saying and what they might have been brainwashed into thinking was acceptable.
Lillian was still trying to interrogate the twins with Beth, but they weren’t giving much up. Like Miss El (who he knew John had had a first crack at when he had been in the day before and before dealing with Laurinitus) they seemed to genuinely believe that they deserved to be where they had been and that to be subjected to those reaffirming methods (as they called them) was the only way to allow them to cut through the layers of sin and misguidance and get them back towards their base, God-given cores. It was hurting his head to listen to them, and it was painful to see first-hand just what that camp could do to children if no one stepped in to help them. And the fact that it was so false made it even more painful to witness in truth.
They believed, yes, that much was true, but there was nothing there; the smiles were too pretty and too polite, their eyes not revealing anything the way people normally would. Dave had an eerie thought then; didn’t people say that the windows were they eyes to the souls? Well, if that was the case then no one who came out of that camp had a soul anymore. He thought that that was both a poetic and apt way to put it; they were stripped of their souls and then reprogrammed as though they were little more than robots fresh off the assembly line. Maybe he’d pass on that line of thought to the DA; they liked to dress-up their arguments didn’t they? Make them seem more compelling and all that jazz. He jotted it down for future use.
Turning his attention back to the two-way-glass window he saw that Lillian was clearly concluding the interview. The twins’ mother was present, and, eerily, she was almost exactly the same as her daughters… except she refused to make any mention of the church at all, as though… well, he didn’t know. If he had to hazard a guess he would lean towards maybe saying that she was afraid of the repercussions for mentioning the church in anyway involved with the camp. It was enough to leave you wondering what sort of hold they had on people outside of the religion itself. There was always more than there seemed to be, that much he had learned from all his years of the force. He left the observation room before the twins were let out.
“Nothing?” he asked Lillian, though he could tell from her face that that was the case. She was a woman who could keep her emotions masked if it came down to it, but even she couldn’t hide her frustration. “If I ever become someone who’d let any children I have go to places like that please take my gun and shoot me,” she told him and Dave quirked a slight smile despite himself, hiding a chuckle with a small cough. Beth’s lips twitched but then she was careful to school her expression-and she had a little furrow of annoyance on her brow as well. “Did we get anything at all?” he asked, though he wasn’t holding out much hope. “We didn’t,” she handed across the second interview tape to him, “But someone else might. We’ll be in the office.”
“Thanks,” Dave nodded, taking the tape and heading back into his office. The stack of cassettes from victims, suspects and others somehow involved were beginning to pile up on his desk. Dave thanked whatever force had had him keep the old CD player/cassette player his mother had given him because most interviewing techniques hadn’t stepped up to have interviews recorded on CD or anything yet, and having surveillance recording the interview on DVD was quite expensive and not often something they used therefore. However, in this instance Dave knew that it had been used for the three administrators of the camp… and he’d been rather disgusted as well as glad when he’d seen how fast Laurinitus started caving in to them.
Maybe that should be where he went next, he thought to himself as he looked at his watch. It was lunchtime and they still had officers combing the camp, hoping that anything else worth finding would be easier to spot now that there weren’t people there to accidentally contaminate evidence or to deliberately destroy evidence. Deciding that he would have lunch first before he went to interrogate Laurinitus he headed outside. Just as he was leaving his office a petite, curvaceous brunette almost walked into him. “Whoa-“he steadied the woman and then his eyes widened slightly, “Mickie?” what the hell was his wife doing at the office? She never came if she could help it, though used every tactic she could to get Dave away from it regularly.
Mickie looked both a little embarrassed and also defiant; she was a little firecracker and Dave had fallen for her hard and fast though, of course, being the typical man that he was he had tried good and hard to fight that process until she had worn him into submission. The fact that she was his own girlfriend that his mother had actually liked had probably helped that along, and Mickie found his mother fascinating in turn. “I had a feeling you’d be buying some stale sandwich from a deli somewhere,” Mickie grinned, “So I’ve made us some things,” she toted the little basket Dave hadn’t noticed she held. Chuckling he let her into his office, glaring at the numerous grins he received from his colleagues. Mickie really brightened his outlook whenever it began to get bleak.
“I love you,” Ted told him, moving back to position himself at Cody's entrance. His eyes were dark, his voice serious.
“I love you too baby,” replied Cody, taking in a sharp breath as Ted pressed inside him. There was a slight burn and Cody couldn't help the slight whimper that emerged from him. Ted stopped immediately, haf inside him. “Baby?”
“Don't stop,” said Cody. The pain that was there had all the hallmarks of being something that might ache later on but he wanted to keep going, get past it. Ted's preparations had shown him that there was a whole lot better waiting if they got past it.
Ted resumed and it was only later that Cody realised that Ted maybe couldn't stop; his eyes were wide, a fine sheen of sweat already on his body and Cody could feel just how hard his lover was. Ted had done his part well and there was no resistance as Ted buried himself to the hilt in the younger man and stopped, almost panting in Cody's ear as he struggled to keep himself still enough for Cody to adjust.
Cody caught his breath and wrapped a hand around the back of Ted's neck, trying to get used to the feeling of Ted invading his body as the blonde pressed kisses to his jaw. After a long moment he turned his head slightly to meet Ted's lips. “You can move Teddy,” he said quietly, almost afraid himself. In spite of the burn he could feel that the two of them together were absolutely right and he knew even then that there was no way he could ever be like this with another man. If the day came when Ted didn't want him then there would be no one else for him and the power that Ted had over him would have been even more frightening if he hadn't trusted the man completely.
Ted pulled out a little and then pushed back into Cody, a groan leaving him but keeping things slow and careful. The burn faded and Cody moaned quietly as it was replaced by the most intense sensation he had ever felt. It was exquisite, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his whole body and transporting him somewhere else. He no longer felt as if he was losing his virginity in the bed that Ted was calling his for the foreseeable future, in Randy's spare room. It felt as if something special was happening between them, something real that he could never have described to another person. But he was certain that Ted would know exactly what he meant should he try.
As they fell into rhythm Cody wrapped his legs around Ted's waist, meeting every thrust, cries and moans leaving him. Ted was murmuring his name as he stopped being gentle and let his own desires take over, kissing Cody on the lips, the jaw, any part he could reach as he sped himself up.
Cody was pretty sure that neither of them would be able to hold on for long, it was all too new to them to know how to, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that they had gotten over everything to be together, really together. He used the legs he had wrapped around Ted to shift the position of his ass and suddenly the angle Ted was moving into him changed and Cody found his cries suddenly loud and urgent, his inner muscles gripping Ted tighter as the blonde responded to his actions by pounding harder into his lover, hammering against his sweet spot until Cody felt as if he couldn't breathe anymore, he had to get release or he might simply die of bliss.
“Teddy!” His hand slipped between their bodies and wrapped around his cock, using hard, erratic motions on himself and even over his own moans he heard the gasp from his lover at the sight. “I can't hold on baby, I can't--”
Ted thrust into him again and Cody's entire world seemed to explode, every molecule in his body alight with sensation. He was vaguely aware that he was crying out to the heavens, making so much noise that it was probably a good thing that they were alone in the house. He was far more aware that he was coming hard, covering his hand, his chest and Ted with the evidence. He was even more aware that his inner muscles had clamped down around Ted, spasming around the blonde and Ted let out a helpless yell of his own, throbbing inside Cody as he came equally as hard, hammering against Cody without any kind of rhythm, hitting his prostate and drawing out Cody's orgasm longer.
By the time Cody was in any state to notice anything he realised that Ted was trembling again and pulled the blonde down to lie against him, kissing a forehead that was damp with sweat. If he had one regret it was that the condom had stopped him from truly feeling what it was like to have Ted come apart inside him but it was only a small one, barely noticed. “Oh my god baby,” he murmured. “Oh my god. I thought the first time was supposed to be crap? That was - wow, I don't even know how to describe it. I never thought it would be like that.”
Ted nestled against him. “I never felt that way Cody,” he confessed softly. “I never felt this way. I love you Cody. Now more than ever.”
“I love you too,” replied Cody with a smile. “More than anything.”
~:~
They lay together a while longer, Ted’s arm around Cody’s middle and Cody’s hand resting on the side of Ted’s neck gently. Sleepy, sated and rather overwhelmed with the knowledge that they had well and truly cemented their relationship and displayed their love for one another they didn’t say much, they didn’t have to, but when they did it was always a light topic--- often interspersed with loving nothings being whispered. Cody nodded off first, and though Ted was tired he found he couldn’t nod off right away.
Instead he found himself watching Cody sleep, something that he knew in the back of his mind would probably be perceived as a bit creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. Even though he was asleep Cody was smiling and Ted liked to think that he was at least a contributing factor to that smile. Since Cody’s body was half uncovered by the blankets Ted’s eyes traced from Cody’s throat (had he left that mark there?) down the smooth line of his back to the covered swell of his backside. The backside he’d deflowered.
Instead of inspiring that sense of frightened confusion interspersed with eager desire that he may have experienced before all Ted felt in that moment was humbled. Cody actually loved him enough, trusted him enough to take the most precious physical gift two people could give one another. He may no longer be as completely disillusioned by the church as he may once have been but he still thought your virginity was something you shouldn’t waste on any random person. And he hadn’t wasted his, not at all. He couldn’t think of a better person he could have lost that chastity to. Without really thinking his hand went out, tracing the gentle line of Cody’s spine. When the other started to stir a little Ted stilled, but Cody merely shuffled closer.
Sighing gently Cody mumbled a moment before settling down once again, curling into Ted a little. Ted’s expression softened and he adjusted the covers over them both before dropping a kiss to the top of Cody’s head. “Goodnight sweetheart,” he murmured even though he knew Cody couldn’t hear him, and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he too was asleep and neither teenager moved for the remainder of the night. The only time they did move was to somehow end up so they were spooning, Ted wrapped almost protectively (and a little possessively, though Ted would never admit to feeling such a thing) around him, his chest to Cody’s back. They were still sleeping mid-morning when Randy and John returned back.
~::~
“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have stayed at yours a bit longer,” Randy whined, draping his arms over John’s broad shoulders, large hands rubbing up and down on the man’s chest suggestively as he nuzzled his ear, “I mean, I thought I had made my intentions for this morning pretty clear… and none of those involved you wearing clothes or us leaving bed.” John shivered slightly, inhaling a short sharp breath when Randy’s fingers pinched his nipples teasingly through the fabric of his shirt. “Randy!” he glanced at the door leading to what was soon to be Ted’s bedroom and muttered, “We’ll wake them up! Besides, you’re the one who said Mr Rhodes said he wanted to take us all out for lunch today,” and he was nervous about it.
After all he had yet to meet Cody’s parents and there was every chance they might want to know how the investigation and suchlike was going, which he was only at liberty to discuss so far, or, they could even blame him for not being able to stop the situation sooner. And if they felt that way then he sure as hell wouldn’t blame them; he had been frustrated too that it had taken so bloody long to sort everything out. But, more predominantly in his mind (selfish or not) was that these people knew Randy’s parents, and were seemingly very close to Randy’s parents if the long-standing relationship between Randy and Cody was anything to go by, and… “What if they don’t like me?” he found himself asking aloud, making Randy still a little bit.
“What if who don’t like you?” the idea seemed absurd to Randy; he had never come across anyone who didn’t like John, even when they were just walking through the streets together to a café or for Randy to pick some things up from the shop before they headed back to his place anyone who knew John even slightly always went out of their way to say hello to him and such. Hell, the old woman and her husband who ran the local grocery place always had something fresh off their produce delivery that they gave him for free... Randy had just been glad to find there was a reason and that John didn’t just carry a bag of carrots for fun. “John, the Rhodes’ like everybody… Unless you piss them off,” he amended, “But that’s hard.”
Cody’s mum and dad were so easy-going though that nothing seemed to rattle them-but god forbid you mess with one of their family or friends, because they did not take kindly to that. Randy remembered when he had been younger, though obviously still a touch older than Cody, and some woman (who he would later learn apparently had a history with his father) was hounding him, telling him he wasn’t even his father’s son and other such things that he knew now was nonsense but at the time had really hurt… He didn’t recall ever seeing her so mad. And he remembered complimenting Cody afterwards on the strength of his mother’s right hook, much to the younger boy’s confusion, the embarrassment of his mum and his dad’s amusement.
“I’ll take your word for it,” John mumbled, and for a moment Randy was completely clueless as to why John would be so bothered about whether the Rhodes’ would like him or not. And then it occurred to him, what John had to be thinking about--- and he felt himself blushing a little. Despite knowing he was genuinely in love and that he had genuinely made a rare find in a man like John it still startled Randy that he seemed to want to, as the old saying went, ‘do right by him’ in terms of their relationship; he genuinely wanted Randy’s parents to like him, to meet his family and get to know them. And that meant a lot to Randy because for all he might act blasé about his family now and again they meant the world to him.
And he actually wanted to meet John’s family too--- though the prospect of so many brothers had him thinking that he might need to start working harder to get back into the habit of going to the gym recently; he’d had so much going on in recent weeks that he hadn’t really been as on the ball with it as he had been. Not that he was close to falling out of shape of course, but he’d just generally been slacking. “John, they’ll love you, trust me, especially for all you’ve done to help the kids.” It amused him that now more than ever when he said that it made it sound as though Ted and Cody were their kids. The thought was so bizarre that he almost wanted to laugh. But, because John would misunderstand he held back.
“And… if you’re worried about my folks,” he mumbled, nipping John’s ear hard enough to make the man gasp as a retaliation for having him talking about such emotional issues, “-then the only thing you need to be scared about is that my mother, or sister, might take a liking to you and try to steal you instead,” he paused and chuckled, “Last I knew Nate wasn’t gay, but where he’s involved I never know what’s happening inside that kid’s head.” John sincerely doubted that would legitimately be the case but he appreciated it anyway. “Thanks Rand,” he murmured, and then gasped when Randy’s hand suddenly dipped into his jeans, cupping him. “Now I’ve massaged your ego,” Randy grinned, “Maybe you could massage something of mine, hm?”
“Th-That’s possibly the cheesiest line you’ve ever said to me,” John tried to laugh but the gentle kneading sensation Randy was currently exerting on his balls was making him want to just bend over right there in the kitchen and let Randy do whatever the hell he wanted to him. “No,” Randy mused, grinning delightedly as he felt John growing underhand (they had enough time until they had to meet Cody’s parents, John was just overeager like the good little detective he was) continuing to knead and squeeze him playfully, “-the cheesiest line I’ve ever said to you was something like, ‘those jeans look good on your ass but I’d look better’.” The pair joined in a companionable snicker then; Randy’s only excuse was that he wasn’t serious.
Before John could say anything else back Randy took the chance to turn John’s head enough to kiss him, tongue plundering his lover’s mouth as he expertly manhandled John towards his bedroom, one hand still shoved down the man’s pants. What could he say? He hadn’t gotten nearly as much last night as he had wanted to, and it was John’s fault for being all naked and sexy whilst he slept. That and he’d pretty much been cock-blocked when he’d made the mistake of mentioning Dusty’s late-night text saying that he wanted to take them all out for lunch. Chances were Cody would only be getting peace on an evening when his parents were around, because although they had been protective before they would probably be more so now.
The door clicked loudly behind them and again John mentally prayed that Cody and Ted didn’t wake up. Considering there was only a single wall separating them there was very little chance that they wouldn’t hear something if they did wake up. The kiss broke with a wet gasp, both men panting hard. Grinning wickedly Randy shoved John in the chest, sending the man sprawling back over his bed. Only because he knew John would have a bitch-fit about him messing his clothes when they were meant to be going out Randy took care to take them off of John, his own coming off with much less care; he was intending to get changed into something when he got home anyway. Instead of Randy pouncing as usual, he hesitated for a moment.
When a silk tie was produced from somewhere John’s eyes widened a fraction before cocking his head at Randy. Randy merely smirked, leaning down and letting his breath fan over one of John’s nipples, “You don’t want the kids to wake up, right John-John? That means that you are going to have to be quiet. If you feel like you can’t manage though I’m sure this will help,” he indicated the tie. “So… are you going to be a good boy and try without it?” John eyed the tie and then nodded--- though when Randy’s mouth enveloped his nipple he suddenly found himself wishing for the offered gag; being quiet was all but impossible where Randy was concerned even though they had been together as often as they had up to then.
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At first neither teen knew what the sound was that had awoken them, Cody the first to return to consciousness even though he looked as though he would be happy just to roll over and go back to sleep. Before Ted could open his mouth to question as to what the sound was though it came again, and this time the dull ‘thump!’ was accompanied by a low moan. A twin blush covered their cheeks as they looked from one another, and then to the wall opposite the foot of the bed. “Tell me that’s not-“the moan came again and Ted bit his lip; there was only one person he knew who sounded like that: John Smith-no, not Smith, Cena. Cody covered his eyes with his hand a moment, looking torn between amusement and embarrassment.
A part of Cody wanted to apologise, but he knew that that wasn’t right. Apologising would mean there was something wrong with what they were doing and, well, it was Randy’s home and Randy’s bedroom, so why the hell couldn’t he do as he wanted? The fact that the noises were hastily muffled and infrequent told Cody also that there was a chance both men were making an effort to be quiet. For the first time Cody tried to sit up-and found that that didn’t quite go as planned. It ached but it was far from the most painful thing he had experienced. Ted looked a little stricken, mouth clearly opening to apologise so Cody cut him off at the pass by kissing him. “I’m fine baby,” he murmured, and the stilled when a breathier, louder sound came.
“Ted, be a doll and get my headphones out of the drawer will you?” Cody asked and Ted nodded, surprised to find two pairs. Two pairs that came in quite handy actually for Cody had a double-jack so they shared his iPod to muffle the sounds of John and Randy in the next room. Cody promised Ted that he’d speak to Randy about soundproofing… and he wasn’t just thinking of it for their sake. John and Randy might be confident enough not to mind too much about being overheard but he and Ted weren’t quite there yet... Afterwards, when the foursome all emerged, Ted and John were studiously avoiding one another’s eyes and Cody was giving Randy a look that said he had no shame… Randy asking innocently if Cody could sit OK.
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“I don’t know what more to make of this,” Dave sighed as he looked down at the statements before him. Many campers had been very forthcoming (and he’d been as outraged as the parents of the young girl who had been forced to wet herself like an animal because they wouldn’t let her visit a bathroom, and then made her stay like that in the area where the other campers ate as a warning to them) but there were some that weren’t giving anything away… three young ladies being top of the list of silence, the Bella twins and Miss El. They were definitely odd, and it was pretty apparent that they were odd because of that camp, regardless of what they might be saying and what they might have been brainwashed into thinking was acceptable.
Lillian was still trying to interrogate the twins with Beth, but they weren’t giving much up. Like Miss El (who he knew John had had a first crack at when he had been in the day before and before dealing with Laurinitus) they seemed to genuinely believe that they deserved to be where they had been and that to be subjected to those reaffirming methods (as they called them) was the only way to allow them to cut through the layers of sin and misguidance and get them back towards their base, God-given cores. It was hurting his head to listen to them, and it was painful to see first-hand just what that camp could do to children if no one stepped in to help them. And the fact that it was so false made it even more painful to witness in truth.
They believed, yes, that much was true, but there was nothing there; the smiles were too pretty and too polite, their eyes not revealing anything the way people normally would. Dave had an eerie thought then; didn’t people say that the windows were they eyes to the souls? Well, if that was the case then no one who came out of that camp had a soul anymore. He thought that that was both a poetic and apt way to put it; they were stripped of their souls and then reprogrammed as though they were little more than robots fresh off the assembly line. Maybe he’d pass on that line of thought to the DA; they liked to dress-up their arguments didn’t they? Make them seem more compelling and all that jazz. He jotted it down for future use.
Turning his attention back to the two-way-glass window he saw that Lillian was clearly concluding the interview. The twins’ mother was present, and, eerily, she was almost exactly the same as her daughters… except she refused to make any mention of the church at all, as though… well, he didn’t know. If he had to hazard a guess he would lean towards maybe saying that she was afraid of the repercussions for mentioning the church in anyway involved with the camp. It was enough to leave you wondering what sort of hold they had on people outside of the religion itself. There was always more than there seemed to be, that much he had learned from all his years of the force. He left the observation room before the twins were let out.
“Nothing?” he asked Lillian, though he could tell from her face that that was the case. She was a woman who could keep her emotions masked if it came down to it, but even she couldn’t hide her frustration. “If I ever become someone who’d let any children I have go to places like that please take my gun and shoot me,” she told him and Dave quirked a slight smile despite himself, hiding a chuckle with a small cough. Beth’s lips twitched but then she was careful to school her expression-and she had a little furrow of annoyance on her brow as well. “Did we get anything at all?” he asked, though he wasn’t holding out much hope. “We didn’t,” she handed across the second interview tape to him, “But someone else might. We’ll be in the office.”
“Thanks,” Dave nodded, taking the tape and heading back into his office. The stack of cassettes from victims, suspects and others somehow involved were beginning to pile up on his desk. Dave thanked whatever force had had him keep the old CD player/cassette player his mother had given him because most interviewing techniques hadn’t stepped up to have interviews recorded on CD or anything yet, and having surveillance recording the interview on DVD was quite expensive and not often something they used therefore. However, in this instance Dave knew that it had been used for the three administrators of the camp… and he’d been rather disgusted as well as glad when he’d seen how fast Laurinitus started caving in to them.
Maybe that should be where he went next, he thought to himself as he looked at his watch. It was lunchtime and they still had officers combing the camp, hoping that anything else worth finding would be easier to spot now that there weren’t people there to accidentally contaminate evidence or to deliberately destroy evidence. Deciding that he would have lunch first before he went to interrogate Laurinitus he headed outside. Just as he was leaving his office a petite, curvaceous brunette almost walked into him. “Whoa-“he steadied the woman and then his eyes widened slightly, “Mickie?” what the hell was his wife doing at the office? She never came if she could help it, though used every tactic she could to get Dave away from it regularly.
Mickie looked both a little embarrassed and also defiant; she was a little firecracker and Dave had fallen for her hard and fast though, of course, being the typical man that he was he had tried good and hard to fight that process until she had worn him into submission. The fact that she was his own girlfriend that his mother had actually liked had probably helped that along, and Mickie found his mother fascinating in turn. “I had a feeling you’d be buying some stale sandwich from a deli somewhere,” Mickie grinned, “So I’ve made us some things,” she toted the little basket Dave hadn’t noticed she held. Chuckling he let her into his office, glaring at the numerous grins he received from his colleagues. Mickie really brightened his outlook whenever it began to get bleak.