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The blood was flowing freely down Randy’s face, but that was the farthest thing from his mind. Ted was concerned about him, but all he cared about was Cody. He shouted to Ted to get Cody out of there, to make sure he was ok. At that moment in time, he didn’t care if the entire world could hear him, he had to know that his Cody wasn’t hurt too badly.
Cody clung to his best friend as he stumbled his way out back. He was accompanied into the medical station by Ted, who led him to a chair so he could be thoroughly checked for a concussion. “Randy seemed really worried about you,” Ted pointed out when the nurse left them alone once more for several minutes.
“He’ll do that.”
“How long have you been sleeping with him?”
Cody’s eyes widened and he said, “Shh! Teddy, shut up!”
Ted smirked, “You know everyone knows about you two, right?”
“That doesn’t mean you have to broadcast it to everyone in this room,” Cody told him.
“You do realize that Randy already informed the rest of the world that you two are having sex a couple minutes ago, don’t you?”
Ted didn’t think it was possible for Cody’s eyes to get any bigger. He was wrong. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you not hear him shouting for me to get you out of there?”
“Wait, you mean he was shouting? I thought he just sounded louder than normal because I was so out of it.”
The nurse came back, interrupting further conversation. She was still going over things when Randy came through the door in desperate need of stitches. But that wasn’t why he was in there; he wanted to check on Cody. “Where is he?” he asked the first person he saw, not even bothering to look around first.
“You need to get that sti-”
“I don’t fucking care about that. Where’s Cody?”
Cody and Ted heard Randy accosting the poor guy by the door, and knowing Randy’s history of short temperedness, Ted scurried over to the older man. “Hey, Randy. Cody’s doing fine, he’s right over there. Now go get your damn head checked out.”
He was taken over to the chair next to Cody’s and noted the blush rising in the other man’s face. Randy’s mouth opened to speak, but he was stopped as someone started to clean the gash in his head.
“You’ve got yourself a mild concussion. You should be fine, just don’t go running into any walls.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks for the advice,” Cody retorted, rubbing his head. “So, how about them pain killers?” He looked to his side, not really listening to what he was being told, to get a glimpse of Randy. He moved over to stand behind him and placed a hand on Randy’s arm, lightly rubbing it up and down as his head was getting stitched up.
Once Randy was taken care of, the stitches all done and his check up over, he, Cody and Ted left that room. “You doing alright, Cody?” Randy asked him, once more putting Cody’s health before his own.
“I’m fine. I’m not gonna lie, my head fucking kills, but it can’t possibly be as bad as yours,” he told him, his hand reaching out to brush over Randy’s head.
“They numbed it up pretty good, so it’s ok right now.”
Cody gave him a small smile before asking, “Can we go to the hotel now? I know they like us to stay the whole time, but-”
“Yeah, let’s go,” Randy said, cutting him off before he let him talk himself into wanting to stay longer. “I’ve got stitches in my head; I think they’ll let me go early. Grab your shit and we’ll go.”
“Ok.” The three left for the locker room, and the whole time Cody was itching to ask Randy about that match. He waited, however, until they were outside in the parking lot. It was nice to manage to get out of there with no one around, no other cars pulling out, no fans around. “Randy?”
“Cody.”
“Teddy told me,” he started, glancing to the back where Ted was spread out over the entire seat, “that you were actually shouting at him to get me outta there… See, I thought that maybe he was just caught up in the heat of the moment and thought you were shouting…”
“Oh, no, he was shouting.”
“Yeah, so I shout it out, so what?”
“Uh, well, I mean, do you think that was the best thing to do? I guess what I’m saying is that, well, do you think we came across as, like, an item?”
“Because I wanted to make sure you were ok? I hardly think that’s a reason to assume that we’re together.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll believe you.” He looked back once again to Ted who was silently laughing to himself. When he caught Cody’s eyes, he shrugged and shook his head, knowing it was hopeless to talk to Randy most of the time.
Once back in the hotel, Ted stopped off at his room, which was adjacent to Cody and Randy’s. “Later guys.”
“See ya,” “Later,” were the respective goodbyes from Cody and Randy.
Once the two were in their room, they looked at each other, just stood there looking at each other. Randy moved in closer, giving Cody a small smile as his hand reached out and stroked through Cody’s hair. “You asshole.”
“What the fuck is that for?” Cody asked, a defiant look on his face.
“I’ve never been so fucking worried about someone in my life.”
“Randy, it was a trash can I got kicked into my face,” he said, his hand mirroring Randy’s, “it’s not like I broke my neck or my leg snapped in half.”
“Well, let’s make sure none of that ever happens, ok?” Randy’s arms had since wrapped around Cody, pulling him into a tight hug.
Cody was returning the hug, his head resting on Randy’s shoulder, face tilted inward. “I’d love to be able to promise you that nothing else will ever happen to me, that I’ll never break my leg, break my collarbone, tear my bicep or get another trash can kicked into my face, but you know I can’t.”
“Shit,” Randy said, pulling out of the hug when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” he said, not even looking at the caller ID.
“What’s this? You peace out on me before I was even eliminated?” John’s voice came out through the speaker.
“Sorry, man, but Cody was ready to go, he’s still feelin’ a little woozy and all, and you know I can’t say no to the kid.”
John laughed, “That kid’s got you wrapped around his little finger. He doesn’t seem to realize that, though.”
“I’m sure he does. So, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stick around. We’ll have to catch up and you can tell me all about how you feel now that the champ is no longer here.”
“Sure, we can do that. We should all go out to a club or something this weekend.”
“Sounds like a great idea.”
“Awesome. Really, though, man, you doin’ ok?”
“Yeah, yeah, just needed some stitches is all.”
“Oh, yeah, that’ll happen when you have a giant gash in your head.”
“Yup. Now, I’m sorry, but I gotta ‘peace out’ once more on you.”
“Oh, what? Is Cody beckoning you to the bed as he lies there naked and stroking his dick?”
“No, fuck you. He’s actually sitting back against the pillows fiddling around with his iPod.” The sounds of The Doobie Brothers came out of the iPod dock that was in the room, and Randy nodded his head in approval. “Ok, bye, John.”
“Bye, Randy. Wait, wait, wait,” he said before hanging up, “is that Black Water? Is this your sexin’ soundtrack?”
“No, fuck you. First off, there’s no sexin’ tonight, and second, Cody likes listening to music when he’s sleeping, so he’s putting on some music. Now, goodbye John.”
“Bye, Randy.” And with that the two hung up.
Cody looked confused, obviously because he only heard one side of the conversation. “Sooo, what was that about?”
“John was just being himself. He asked if I had to leave because you were lying there naked on the bed, jerking yourself off and if the Doobies were our ‘sexin soundtrack,’ the dumbass.”
“Oh my God, did he really say that?” Cody asked, a small blush crawling up his face.
“Like I said, he was just being himself. He’s just jealous that I’m with you and not him.” Randy pulled off his shirt, turned on the bedside table lamp and walked over to his bag where he threw that and picked up a pair of PJ bottoms which he slipped on after stripping off his pants and the trunks he still wore. He then turned off the room light and headed back towards the bed where he slid underneath the covers, drawing Cody in close. He placed a hand on the back of Cody’s head and let his fingers trail through his hair. He then took a deep breath before saying, “Cody?”
Cody turned his face and looked directly into Randy’s eyes. “Yeah?”
“I… I love you.”
A huge grin appeared on Cody’s face and his eyes lit up. He pressed a kiss onto Randy’s lips and responded, “I love you, too.” Cody had been wanting so badly to say it to Randy, and while he thought that Randy felt the same way about him, he didn’t want to be the first to say it only to get laughed at.
Randy smiled as well. He didn’t know why it took him so long to say those three words to Cody, because he knew he did. And he knew that Cody would walk to the ends of the earth and back for him.
Cody was placing small kisses all over Randy’s face, that grin still planted in place. He moved farther up the side of Randy’s face until he was looking directly at the fresh stitches in his lover’s head. His finger ghosted over them oh so lightly.
Randy’s eyes fell shut, and when he felt Cody’s lips press against the line, a small shiver ran through his body. Yes, he had sex with a lot of people, yes, he had sex with Cody, but he had never been subject to such an act of intimacy. This was not sex, this was love. This was what love felt like, and Randy basked in the feeling.
“I love you, Randy,” Cody whispered into his ear over and over. He had never felt happier in his entire life. He had always had an admiration for Randy. He was best friends with Teddy, but that’s all they ever were: best friends. With Randy, though, he had a special place for him, and it was then he realized that he had loved Randy for much longer than he thought he had. It wasn’t always a sexual love for the other man, but Cody knew now that that was what it was.
Randy rolled over and switched off the light before turning back towards Cody and wrapping his body around the smaller man’s. “I love you, Cody,” he said once more before shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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Once again, Randy found himself out in the ring with Shane McMahon, this time he was the one in the corner, the one getting set up for a Coast-to-Coast. And when he looked out and saw that Cody and Teddy were out there, a smirk couldn’t help but grace his face. He stood up and stumbled over to stand in between the fellow members of Legacy. His eyes shot to Ted and then to Cody. His hand reached and he ran it over Cody's face and down his neck, staring into his blue eyes. Their faces were so close, it would have been so easy for them to close the distance between their lips, but they couldn’t. Randy’s hand never pulled away from Cody, instead he moved it down to his chest and let it linger there slightly longer than was necessary.
“Ok, wow,” Ted said once they were backstage.
“What?” Cody asked.
“If anyone missed Randy’s display of affection last night, well, they saw it here tonight. He was all over you. And you with your little smirk encouraging him... Shit, dude, he wanted some of that right then and there.”
“Uhh, well… I guess we were kinda… close.”
“Yeah, ok, close. You two were-”
At that moment, Dustin ran into them backstage. “Way to be subtle, Cody,” he said in passing.
“If anyone knows subtle, it’s you,” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. Who was Dustin, the golden one himself of all people, to tell him about subtleties?
“This is true. But you might as well be announcing your wedding on wwe.com,” he replied as he continued walking past them.
Cody held his head in his hand, peaking out through his fingers to look at Teddy. “Are we really that obvious?”
“Yeah, you kinda are. We can be honest here, right? Because you obviously want in his pants, uh, right now.”
“Shit,” he said, looking down. He moved in closer Ted and followed him to the locker room, trying to avoid as many people as possible. He pulled some loose sweatpants over his trunks and a t-shirt over bare chest. He sat down on a bench and threw his bag on his lap.
Ted joined him and asked, “So, what happened between you two that caused such a reaction? From him and you…”
Cody turned to look Ted in the eye and he bit his lower lip, unsure if he should tell Teddy about the words exchanged last night. “You have to swear this stays between us, ok?” At Ted’s nod, he leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “Randy said he loved me.”
Teddy smiled and pat his friend on the back, “Good to hear it, man. I’m surprised he never said anything sooner.”
“Sometimes it takes getting a trash can kicked into your… whatever I am, boyfriend’s?… face to make the true feelings come out.”
“Guess so.” This time Ted leaned in close and whispered, “So, did you make sweet, passionate love after your vows of love were exchanged?”
“No, actually. We cuddled,” he said to him.
Randy entered the locker room and clapped a hand on Cody’s shoulder, “What’s this, you sharing my secrets with him?”
“Yeah, I am, actually.”
Randy eyed him, not sure if he should believe him, or not. “Are you really?”
“What do you think?”
Randy bent down, his mouth right next to Cody’s ear as he growled, “I think we should get the fuck out of here.”
Cody could do nothing but nod as those words, laced with sex, filled his mind. He stood up, his bag held in front of his crotch, as Randy threw on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt, grabbed his bag and they were out of there.
“Teddy, you know how to get there, right?” Randy asked him as they stood in front of their rental.
“Yeah,” he answered and was instantly thrown the keys. He shrugged and slid into the driver’s seat.
Cody and Randy climbed into the back and Cody was surprised when Randy grabbed the back of his head and brought their mouths together. Randy leaned back, brining Cody’s weight down on top of him. In between kisses he got out, “Want you inside me tonight.”
“I hope you know that even though I’m up front here I can still hear you,” Ted pointed out.
Cody had since broken off their kiss. His head was cocked to the side and the curiosity could be read in his eyes. “Wait… Did you just… Did I hear you right?” They had been together for several months, yet Randy had never asked him to do anything like that before.
“Can you two keep it in until we reach the hotel? I really don’t need to hear about whose dick is going where.”
Again, his comments fell on deaf ears. “Yes,” Randy told him, his fingers wrapped in Cody’s hair, “need to feel you.”
“Guys, please? Do you want me to start talking about my sex life?”
“I don’t think Kristen would appreciate that,” Randy replied before bringing his mouth back up to meet Cody’s.
Of course Ted knew Randy was right, he could never start talking about his wife like that in front of them out respect for her. He had two horny guys in the back seat ready to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck each other then and there. Ted stepped on the gas, trying to make it to the hotel before they did start fucking back there.
Ted pulled into the lot just as Randy’s hand slid down Cody’s back and grabbed hold of his ass. When Randy squeezed, Cody let out an “Mmph!” that Ted could hear up front. “Ok, you two, we’re here. Thanks for keeping your pants on.”
“This close, Teddy, this close,” Randy told him, obviously referring to how close he had been to not keeping his pants on. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him and would have grabbed Cody and dragged him into their room, but the kid was taking forever getting out of the car. “Cody, were you not listening to what I was saying earlier? I know Teddy was.”
He saw Cody coming around to the back to grab his bag. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“Oh, you will be,” Randy said with a smirk.
“Good lord you guys,” Ted said, “is sex all you ever think about?”
“It’s Randy,” Cody stated, which was explanation enough.
“Yeah, now can you fucking hurry up so we can get inside?” The three headed inside and went straight for the elevator. “Goddamn 7th floor,” Randy grumbled once they were heading out. He pushed Cody back against the wall of the elevator and covered Cody’s mouth with his.
“Hey, I am still here, ya know,” Ted informed them, “and anyone can get on here at any time.”
“You love it,” Randy said, pulling back anyway. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be hanging around us all the time.”
“Right, because I ride with my best friend and his boyfriend, that means I love watching you two suck face non-stop.”
“Yeah,” Randy concluded. The elevator stopped at their floor and they all stepped out. This time Randy did grab Cody’s wrist and dragged him over to their room.
“Later, Teddy,” Cody said as he was pulled through the door.
“Have fun,” Ted replied, though he knew Cody wouldn’t hear him.
Randy slid Cody’s jacket off and then pulled the younger man’s t-shirt off over his head, tossing it to the floor. Cody grabbed the hem of Randy’s sweatshirt and hoisted it up, throwing it on top of his shirt. Cody’s hands fanned out over Randy’s abs and his eyes took in this wondrous figure before him. And he couldn’t help but tell him as much, “God, you’re perfect. Your abs, your chest, your arms, your shoulders, your legs, your ass, your dick… Everything.”
“Fuck, need you inside me now,” Randy told him, kissing Cody once more. He pushed his pants down, kicking them off to the side once they were down around his ankles. Cody did the same, leaving the two standing there naked and hard, both wanting each other. Randy turned quickly to the side, fishing through his bag until he found the lube.
“Are you -”
“I swear to God, if you ask ‘are you sure?’ I will change my mind and go whack off in the bathroom.”
Cody brought his mouth up to Randy’s and pushed lightly on his shoulders, walking forward until Randy’s legs made contact with the bed, causing him to sit down. Randy pulled himself up to the pillows as Cody followed, not breaking the kiss until they had to breathe.
Cody stared into Randy’s eyes, and knew that yes, Randy was sure about what he said. He took the lube from Randy and sat back, swinging a leg over the body under him. He moved a little bit further down the bed, slightly unsure of what to do with Randy’s legs. Sensing this, Randy drew his legs up to his shoulders, showcasing his perfect ass for Cody. Cody opened the bottle, squirting a generous amount into his hand. He coated his dick, then made sure his fingers were also covered. Once he tossed the bottle to the side, he looked back down at Randy’s ass before sliding a single finger inside. He drew it out before pushing in again.
“Yeah, Cody, just like that,” Randy encouraged. “Do another.”
He removed the one finger before going back in with two. He twisted them around and curled them once he had them all the way in, looking for that spot he knew would feel so good. When he received a moan of pleasure from the older man, he knew he found it. He held his fingers there, pressing on the spot, the pleasure going straight to Randy’s twitching cock.
“Fuck me,” Randy said.
Cody gave him a quick nod and withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his dick. He pushed past the ring of muscle, still pretty tight. He was creeping forward, but Randy was having none of that. Randy moved his legs, wrapping them around Cody and using them to pull him forward, impaling himself completely on Cody’s dick. Cody groaned at the feeling of being completely enveloped within Randy. His eyes had closed, but they opened once more when Randy, while stroking a hand through his hair said, “Look at me.”
Cody tentatively drew his hips back and then moved them forward. Randy nodded and Cody did it again, this time going further, and even further the next time. And each thrust back in would increase in strength. Soon, Cody was pounding into Randy’s ass, with Randy’s strong legs helping the process.
Grasping onto Randy’s hips, Cody kept his motions swift, keeping at a fast rhythm. His balls slapped against Randy’s ass each time he thrust himself forward and he let himself get lost in it, let his instinct take over. He hadn’t shut his eyes since Randy told him to look at him; he wanted to see the reaction he was producing from Randy.
The sensations that Cody was feeling as he pounded harder into Randy’s ass, were so new to him, so different, yet oh so nice. Randy had been his first everything, or close to it, and as he thrust deep within Randy, whose ass clenched around his dick, so tight around his dick, he was overwhelmed with it all. He threw head back and tightened his grip on Randy’s hips as he exploded inside of the older man.
Seeing Cody like that, his neck exposed and his back arched with his dick buried inside of him sent Randy over the edge. He began to come, bucking up, Cody’s cock still deep within him.
When both men had finished, Cody withdrew his dick and set his gaze back down at Randy, a grin on both their faces. “So how was that?” Cody asked him, this time not unsure of himself if Randy said anything other than it was amazing.
“Shoulda done that sooner,” he told Cody, pulling him down into a kiss, as their tongues clashed together. “Love you, Cody,” he said, his lips still brushing against Cody’s.
“Love you, Randy.”
“We should go get cleaned up.”
“We should,” Cody agreed, noting the drying cum now on his stomach. He pushed himself up and rolled off of the bed, followed by Randy and together they made their way to the shower.
The blood was flowing freely down Randy’s face, but that was the farthest thing from his mind. Ted was concerned about him, but all he cared about was Cody. He shouted to Ted to get Cody out of there, to make sure he was ok. At that moment in time, he didn’t care if the entire world could hear him, he had to know that his Cody wasn’t hurt too badly.
Cody clung to his best friend as he stumbled his way out back. He was accompanied into the medical station by Ted, who led him to a chair so he could be thoroughly checked for a concussion. “Randy seemed really worried about you,” Ted pointed out when the nurse left them alone once more for several minutes.
“He’ll do that.”
“How long have you been sleeping with him?”
Cody’s eyes widened and he said, “Shh! Teddy, shut up!”
Ted smirked, “You know everyone knows about you two, right?”
“That doesn’t mean you have to broadcast it to everyone in this room,” Cody told him.
“You do realize that Randy already informed the rest of the world that you two are having sex a couple minutes ago, don’t you?”
Ted didn’t think it was possible for Cody’s eyes to get any bigger. He was wrong. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you not hear him shouting for me to get you out of there?”
“Wait, you mean he was shouting? I thought he just sounded louder than normal because I was so out of it.”
The nurse came back, interrupting further conversation. She was still going over things when Randy came through the door in desperate need of stitches. But that wasn’t why he was in there; he wanted to check on Cody. “Where is he?” he asked the first person he saw, not even bothering to look around first.
“You need to get that sti-”
“I don’t fucking care about that. Where’s Cody?”
Cody and Ted heard Randy accosting the poor guy by the door, and knowing Randy’s history of short temperedness, Ted scurried over to the older man. “Hey, Randy. Cody’s doing fine, he’s right over there. Now go get your damn head checked out.”
He was taken over to the chair next to Cody’s and noted the blush rising in the other man’s face. Randy’s mouth opened to speak, but he was stopped as someone started to clean the gash in his head.
“You’ve got yourself a mild concussion. You should be fine, just don’t go running into any walls.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks for the advice,” Cody retorted, rubbing his head. “So, how about them pain killers?” He looked to his side, not really listening to what he was being told, to get a glimpse of Randy. He moved over to stand behind him and placed a hand on Randy’s arm, lightly rubbing it up and down as his head was getting stitched up.
Once Randy was taken care of, the stitches all done and his check up over, he, Cody and Ted left that room. “You doing alright, Cody?” Randy asked him, once more putting Cody’s health before his own.
“I’m fine. I’m not gonna lie, my head fucking kills, but it can’t possibly be as bad as yours,” he told him, his hand reaching out to brush over Randy’s head.
“They numbed it up pretty good, so it’s ok right now.”
Cody gave him a small smile before asking, “Can we go to the hotel now? I know they like us to stay the whole time, but-”
“Yeah, let’s go,” Randy said, cutting him off before he let him talk himself into wanting to stay longer. “I’ve got stitches in my head; I think they’ll let me go early. Grab your shit and we’ll go.”
“Ok.” The three left for the locker room, and the whole time Cody was itching to ask Randy about that match. He waited, however, until they were outside in the parking lot. It was nice to manage to get out of there with no one around, no other cars pulling out, no fans around. “Randy?”
“Cody.”
“Teddy told me,” he started, glancing to the back where Ted was spread out over the entire seat, “that you were actually shouting at him to get me outta there… See, I thought that maybe he was just caught up in the heat of the moment and thought you were shouting…”
“Oh, no, he was shouting.”
“Yeah, so I shout it out, so what?”
“Uh, well, I mean, do you think that was the best thing to do? I guess what I’m saying is that, well, do you think we came across as, like, an item?”
“Because I wanted to make sure you were ok? I hardly think that’s a reason to assume that we’re together.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll believe you.” He looked back once again to Ted who was silently laughing to himself. When he caught Cody’s eyes, he shrugged and shook his head, knowing it was hopeless to talk to Randy most of the time.
Once back in the hotel, Ted stopped off at his room, which was adjacent to Cody and Randy’s. “Later guys.”
“See ya,” “Later,” were the respective goodbyes from Cody and Randy.
Once the two were in their room, they looked at each other, just stood there looking at each other. Randy moved in closer, giving Cody a small smile as his hand reached out and stroked through Cody’s hair. “You asshole.”
“What the fuck is that for?” Cody asked, a defiant look on his face.
“I’ve never been so fucking worried about someone in my life.”
“Randy, it was a trash can I got kicked into my face,” he said, his hand mirroring Randy’s, “it’s not like I broke my neck or my leg snapped in half.”
“Well, let’s make sure none of that ever happens, ok?” Randy’s arms had since wrapped around Cody, pulling him into a tight hug.
Cody was returning the hug, his head resting on Randy’s shoulder, face tilted inward. “I’d love to be able to promise you that nothing else will ever happen to me, that I’ll never break my leg, break my collarbone, tear my bicep or get another trash can kicked into my face, but you know I can’t.”
“Shit,” Randy said, pulling out of the hug when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” he said, not even looking at the caller ID.
“What’s this? You peace out on me before I was even eliminated?” John’s voice came out through the speaker.
“Sorry, man, but Cody was ready to go, he’s still feelin’ a little woozy and all, and you know I can’t say no to the kid.”
John laughed, “That kid’s got you wrapped around his little finger. He doesn’t seem to realize that, though.”
“I’m sure he does. So, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stick around. We’ll have to catch up and you can tell me all about how you feel now that the champ is no longer here.”
“Sure, we can do that. We should all go out to a club or something this weekend.”
“Sounds like a great idea.”
“Awesome. Really, though, man, you doin’ ok?”
“Yeah, yeah, just needed some stitches is all.”
“Oh, yeah, that’ll happen when you have a giant gash in your head.”
“Yup. Now, I’m sorry, but I gotta ‘peace out’ once more on you.”
“Oh, what? Is Cody beckoning you to the bed as he lies there naked and stroking his dick?”
“No, fuck you. He’s actually sitting back against the pillows fiddling around with his iPod.” The sounds of The Doobie Brothers came out of the iPod dock that was in the room, and Randy nodded his head in approval. “Ok, bye, John.”
“Bye, Randy. Wait, wait, wait,” he said before hanging up, “is that Black Water? Is this your sexin’ soundtrack?”
“No, fuck you. First off, there’s no sexin’ tonight, and second, Cody likes listening to music when he’s sleeping, so he’s putting on some music. Now, goodbye John.”
“Bye, Randy.” And with that the two hung up.
Cody looked confused, obviously because he only heard one side of the conversation. “Sooo, what was that about?”
“John was just being himself. He asked if I had to leave because you were lying there naked on the bed, jerking yourself off and if the Doobies were our ‘sexin soundtrack,’ the dumbass.”
“Oh my God, did he really say that?” Cody asked, a small blush crawling up his face.
“Like I said, he was just being himself. He’s just jealous that I’m with you and not him.” Randy pulled off his shirt, turned on the bedside table lamp and walked over to his bag where he threw that and picked up a pair of PJ bottoms which he slipped on after stripping off his pants and the trunks he still wore. He then turned off the room light and headed back towards the bed where he slid underneath the covers, drawing Cody in close. He placed a hand on the back of Cody’s head and let his fingers trail through his hair. He then took a deep breath before saying, “Cody?”
Cody turned his face and looked directly into Randy’s eyes. “Yeah?”
“I… I love you.”
A huge grin appeared on Cody’s face and his eyes lit up. He pressed a kiss onto Randy’s lips and responded, “I love you, too.” Cody had been wanting so badly to say it to Randy, and while he thought that Randy felt the same way about him, he didn’t want to be the first to say it only to get laughed at.
Randy smiled as well. He didn’t know why it took him so long to say those three words to Cody, because he knew he did. And he knew that Cody would walk to the ends of the earth and back for him.
Cody was placing small kisses all over Randy’s face, that grin still planted in place. He moved farther up the side of Randy’s face until he was looking directly at the fresh stitches in his lover’s head. His finger ghosted over them oh so lightly.
Randy’s eyes fell shut, and when he felt Cody’s lips press against the line, a small shiver ran through his body. Yes, he had sex with a lot of people, yes, he had sex with Cody, but he had never been subject to such an act of intimacy. This was not sex, this was love. This was what love felt like, and Randy basked in the feeling.
“I love you, Randy,” Cody whispered into his ear over and over. He had never felt happier in his entire life. He had always had an admiration for Randy. He was best friends with Teddy, but that’s all they ever were: best friends. With Randy, though, he had a special place for him, and it was then he realized that he had loved Randy for much longer than he thought he had. It wasn’t always a sexual love for the other man, but Cody knew now that that was what it was.
Randy rolled over and switched off the light before turning back towards Cody and wrapping his body around the smaller man’s. “I love you, Cody,” he said once more before shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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Once again, Randy found himself out in the ring with Shane McMahon, this time he was the one in the corner, the one getting set up for a Coast-to-Coast. And when he looked out and saw that Cody and Teddy were out there, a smirk couldn’t help but grace his face. He stood up and stumbled over to stand in between the fellow members of Legacy. His eyes shot to Ted and then to Cody. His hand reached and he ran it over Cody's face and down his neck, staring into his blue eyes. Their faces were so close, it would have been so easy for them to close the distance between their lips, but they couldn’t. Randy’s hand never pulled away from Cody, instead he moved it down to his chest and let it linger there slightly longer than was necessary.
“Ok, wow,” Ted said once they were backstage.
“What?” Cody asked.
“If anyone missed Randy’s display of affection last night, well, they saw it here tonight. He was all over you. And you with your little smirk encouraging him... Shit, dude, he wanted some of that right then and there.”
“Uhh, well… I guess we were kinda… close.”
“Yeah, ok, close. You two were-”
At that moment, Dustin ran into them backstage. “Way to be subtle, Cody,” he said in passing.
“If anyone knows subtle, it’s you,” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. Who was Dustin, the golden one himself of all people, to tell him about subtleties?
“This is true. But you might as well be announcing your wedding on wwe.com,” he replied as he continued walking past them.
Cody held his head in his hand, peaking out through his fingers to look at Teddy. “Are we really that obvious?”
“Yeah, you kinda are. We can be honest here, right? Because you obviously want in his pants, uh, right now.”
“Shit,” he said, looking down. He moved in closer Ted and followed him to the locker room, trying to avoid as many people as possible. He pulled some loose sweatpants over his trunks and a t-shirt over bare chest. He sat down on a bench and threw his bag on his lap.
Ted joined him and asked, “So, what happened between you two that caused such a reaction? From him and you…”
Cody turned to look Ted in the eye and he bit his lower lip, unsure if he should tell Teddy about the words exchanged last night. “You have to swear this stays between us, ok?” At Ted’s nod, he leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “Randy said he loved me.”
Teddy smiled and pat his friend on the back, “Good to hear it, man. I’m surprised he never said anything sooner.”
“Sometimes it takes getting a trash can kicked into your… whatever I am, boyfriend’s?… face to make the true feelings come out.”
“Guess so.” This time Ted leaned in close and whispered, “So, did you make sweet, passionate love after your vows of love were exchanged?”
“No, actually. We cuddled,” he said to him.
Randy entered the locker room and clapped a hand on Cody’s shoulder, “What’s this, you sharing my secrets with him?”
“Yeah, I am, actually.”
Randy eyed him, not sure if he should believe him, or not. “Are you really?”
“What do you think?”
Randy bent down, his mouth right next to Cody’s ear as he growled, “I think we should get the fuck out of here.”
Cody could do nothing but nod as those words, laced with sex, filled his mind. He stood up, his bag held in front of his crotch, as Randy threw on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt, grabbed his bag and they were out of there.
“Teddy, you know how to get there, right?” Randy asked him as they stood in front of their rental.
“Yeah,” he answered and was instantly thrown the keys. He shrugged and slid into the driver’s seat.
Cody and Randy climbed into the back and Cody was surprised when Randy grabbed the back of his head and brought their mouths together. Randy leaned back, brining Cody’s weight down on top of him. In between kisses he got out, “Want you inside me tonight.”
“I hope you know that even though I’m up front here I can still hear you,” Ted pointed out.
Cody had since broken off their kiss. His head was cocked to the side and the curiosity could be read in his eyes. “Wait… Did you just… Did I hear you right?” They had been together for several months, yet Randy had never asked him to do anything like that before.
“Can you two keep it in until we reach the hotel? I really don’t need to hear about whose dick is going where.”
Again, his comments fell on deaf ears. “Yes,” Randy told him, his fingers wrapped in Cody’s hair, “need to feel you.”
“Guys, please? Do you want me to start talking about my sex life?”
“I don’t think Kristen would appreciate that,” Randy replied before bringing his mouth back up to meet Cody’s.
Of course Ted knew Randy was right, he could never start talking about his wife like that in front of them out respect for her. He had two horny guys in the back seat ready to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck each other then and there. Ted stepped on the gas, trying to make it to the hotel before they did start fucking back there.
Ted pulled into the lot just as Randy’s hand slid down Cody’s back and grabbed hold of his ass. When Randy squeezed, Cody let out an “Mmph!” that Ted could hear up front. “Ok, you two, we’re here. Thanks for keeping your pants on.”
“This close, Teddy, this close,” Randy told him, obviously referring to how close he had been to not keeping his pants on. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him and would have grabbed Cody and dragged him into their room, but the kid was taking forever getting out of the car. “Cody, were you not listening to what I was saying earlier? I know Teddy was.”
He saw Cody coming around to the back to grab his bag. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“Oh, you will be,” Randy said with a smirk.
“Good lord you guys,” Ted said, “is sex all you ever think about?”
“It’s Randy,” Cody stated, which was explanation enough.
“Yeah, now can you fucking hurry up so we can get inside?” The three headed inside and went straight for the elevator. “Goddamn 7th floor,” Randy grumbled once they were heading out. He pushed Cody back against the wall of the elevator and covered Cody’s mouth with his.
“Hey, I am still here, ya know,” Ted informed them, “and anyone can get on here at any time.”
“You love it,” Randy said, pulling back anyway. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be hanging around us all the time.”
“Right, because I ride with my best friend and his boyfriend, that means I love watching you two suck face non-stop.”
“Yeah,” Randy concluded. The elevator stopped at their floor and they all stepped out. This time Randy did grab Cody’s wrist and dragged him over to their room.
“Later, Teddy,” Cody said as he was pulled through the door.
“Have fun,” Ted replied, though he knew Cody wouldn’t hear him.
Randy slid Cody’s jacket off and then pulled the younger man’s t-shirt off over his head, tossing it to the floor. Cody grabbed the hem of Randy’s sweatshirt and hoisted it up, throwing it on top of his shirt. Cody’s hands fanned out over Randy’s abs and his eyes took in this wondrous figure before him. And he couldn’t help but tell him as much, “God, you’re perfect. Your abs, your chest, your arms, your shoulders, your legs, your ass, your dick… Everything.”
“Fuck, need you inside me now,” Randy told him, kissing Cody once more. He pushed his pants down, kicking them off to the side once they were down around his ankles. Cody did the same, leaving the two standing there naked and hard, both wanting each other. Randy turned quickly to the side, fishing through his bag until he found the lube.
“Are you -”
“I swear to God, if you ask ‘are you sure?’ I will change my mind and go whack off in the bathroom.”
Cody brought his mouth up to Randy’s and pushed lightly on his shoulders, walking forward until Randy’s legs made contact with the bed, causing him to sit down. Randy pulled himself up to the pillows as Cody followed, not breaking the kiss until they had to breathe.
Cody stared into Randy’s eyes, and knew that yes, Randy was sure about what he said. He took the lube from Randy and sat back, swinging a leg over the body under him. He moved a little bit further down the bed, slightly unsure of what to do with Randy’s legs. Sensing this, Randy drew his legs up to his shoulders, showcasing his perfect ass for Cody. Cody opened the bottle, squirting a generous amount into his hand. He coated his dick, then made sure his fingers were also covered. Once he tossed the bottle to the side, he looked back down at Randy’s ass before sliding a single finger inside. He drew it out before pushing in again.
“Yeah, Cody, just like that,” Randy encouraged. “Do another.”
He removed the one finger before going back in with two. He twisted them around and curled them once he had them all the way in, looking for that spot he knew would feel so good. When he received a moan of pleasure from the older man, he knew he found it. He held his fingers there, pressing on the spot, the pleasure going straight to Randy’s twitching cock.
“Fuck me,” Randy said.
Cody gave him a quick nod and withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his dick. He pushed past the ring of muscle, still pretty tight. He was creeping forward, but Randy was having none of that. Randy moved his legs, wrapping them around Cody and using them to pull him forward, impaling himself completely on Cody’s dick. Cody groaned at the feeling of being completely enveloped within Randy. His eyes had closed, but they opened once more when Randy, while stroking a hand through his hair said, “Look at me.”
Cody tentatively drew his hips back and then moved them forward. Randy nodded and Cody did it again, this time going further, and even further the next time. And each thrust back in would increase in strength. Soon, Cody was pounding into Randy’s ass, with Randy’s strong legs helping the process.
Grasping onto Randy’s hips, Cody kept his motions swift, keeping at a fast rhythm. His balls slapped against Randy’s ass each time he thrust himself forward and he let himself get lost in it, let his instinct take over. He hadn’t shut his eyes since Randy told him to look at him; he wanted to see the reaction he was producing from Randy.
The sensations that Cody was feeling as he pounded harder into Randy’s ass, were so new to him, so different, yet oh so nice. Randy had been his first everything, or close to it, and as he thrust deep within Randy, whose ass clenched around his dick, so tight around his dick, he was overwhelmed with it all. He threw head back and tightened his grip on Randy’s hips as he exploded inside of the older man.
Seeing Cody like that, his neck exposed and his back arched with his dick buried inside of him sent Randy over the edge. He began to come, bucking up, Cody’s cock still deep within him.
When both men had finished, Cody withdrew his dick and set his gaze back down at Randy, a grin on both their faces. “So how was that?” Cody asked him, this time not unsure of himself if Randy said anything other than it was amazing.
“Shoulda done that sooner,” he told Cody, pulling him down into a kiss, as their tongues clashed together. “Love you, Cody,” he said, his lips still brushing against Cody’s.
“Love you, Randy.”
“We should go get cleaned up.”
“We should,” Cody agreed, noting the drying cum now on his stomach. He pushed himself up and rolled off of the bed, followed by Randy and together they made their way to the shower.