OZ FIC!!! I HAZ ITTTT!!!
Title: Merry Old Land of Oz (Part 5)
Pairing: John/Randy, Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: They're all locked up at Oswald State Penn, with John as the leader of the Italians, Randy is an "Other," Ted is a Christian and Cody is one of the gays. Lots of shit goes down, good and bad. And while it may not all be started by and of those guys, they make sure to finish it.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and Tom Fontana
Word Count: 12,286
A/N: There is character death in this part! If you don't like blood and voilence, then stay away. Also, it's been a while since I've visited with Oz, so I hope this one's as good as you remember. *crosses fingers* Plus, this was written for Ted's bday, so I'm sorry it's late, the characters didn't always want to cooperate with me...
And if you'd like a refresher, here's part 4-2
Randy sat across from Cody at the checker table, staring at the board, then back up into Cody’s eyes, and then down on the board once more, trying to decide which move to make next. John was sitting next to him, as he was playing the winner. He, too, examined the board before leaning over and saying, “Dude, you’re fucked. I don’t know how you always manage to lose.”
“That’s it, I quit!” Randy shouted, pushing his chair back from the table.
“Good move. Quit before the eighteen year old owns your ass,” Ted said with a laugh. Cody grinned as he looked at Teddy; it wasn’t all that often he heard Ted laugh.
“You shut your goddamn mouth,” Randy huffed.
“Oh, calm down and move over. It’s my turn now,” John said.
After Cody proceeded to beat John and then Teddy, they all decided to call it quits.
“Orton,” Ryan O’Reily began as he walked towards them, “you still can’t win a goddamn game of checkers?”
“I can’t help that that kid is some kind of… checker genius,” Randy said in his defense as he pointed to Cody.
Cody smirked and shrugged, “Or you could all just suck.”
Ryan slapped John’s hand in greeting as he pulled up a chair between John and Cody and straddled it, resting his elbows on the table. “I think I agree with the kid. So, you hear that a new inmate’s coming into Em City soon?” he asked, changing the subject completely.
“I did, yeah,” John answered, making a sidelong glance at Randy.
“And you didn’t tell me?” Randy was surprised. John always told him everything.
John shrugged, “Thought it might be better if you didn’t know…”
“Why’s that?”
“You really made sure to spread your wings before coming here, didn’t you? Just spread your shit far and wide, start shit with anyone and everyone, that how you operate?”
“Like you’re any better, O’Reily.”
“Hey, I work my Irish charm on everyone, but you? Shiiiit.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“This new guy? I think you know him.”
“Again?” Cody asked. How much shit had Randy managed to get himself into in his 23 years?
“Who is it?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” Ryan told him before standing up and leaving the four at the table.
“John, who is it? I’ll find out sooner or later, and I think it’s better I find out now. Don’t you? Come on, John. Who the hell is it?”
John thought it over. Randy could find out when the guy walks through the main gates, or he could find out now and ease into the idea. Maybe the second option was the best one; Randy wasn’t always great about surprises. “Kofi Kingston.”
“That fucking bastard. The fuck’s he coming here for? He trash someone else’s house?”
“He did, actually, yeah. Couple times, apparently. This is his third strike, got him on multiple vandalism charges, and top that off with a breaking and entering charge, and now he’s out for the count in a max security prison.”
“And he’s coming into Em City? Why the fuck do these people keep putting guys I hate in here with me?” Randy asked, the blood rising to his face. “It’s like they want me to get in trouble!”
John placed a hand on Randy’s knee, rubbing small circles, trying to soothe him. “Shit happens.”
“What the hell happened between you guys, anyway?” Cody piped up.
“I saved for years to buy this beauty of an El Camino. One day I see him eyeing it up, right? So I tell him to keep his motherfuckin’ ass away from my car, cuz I thought for sure he’d be stealin’ it; sellin’ it for parts. Next thing I know, the windows are smashed in, dents and scratches all over the side, and let’s not forget his fucking tag across the hood. Then a couple months later, all the shit with Hunter goes down, and I land my ass in here, and it’s been rosebuds and fairy dust ever since.”
“That shit’s just wrong, dude. You don’t fuck with a guy’s ride.”
Randy smirked. Things weren’t looking too good for Mr. Kingston.
The following day when Kofi arrived, trailing behind Poet, he made sure to glance around, taking in the sights. He saw Randy, who he was still bitter towards from a year ago, watching TV and talking to a young man at his side. After the quick scan, he continued to follow Poet to his new pod. “Get used to the interior decorating, man; it’s the only thing you’ll be seeing for the rest of your life.”
Kofi looked and saw Randy and the young man part ways. The last thing he really needed was to be starting shit back up with Randy. He got the last laugh, anyway. But he thought it might be a good idea to send a message to Randy, anyway, just to make sure he knew what was what. And he’d be able to use that kid to do it.
Cody, Randy, Teddy, John, they all avoided so much as looking at the new inmate. McManus had told them that he wanted there to be absolutely no bullshit between any of them. Tim had also given the speech to Kingston, who agreed with him wholeheartedly. At least that’s what he said to Tim’s face.
Kofi kept his eyes on Randy the entire day. At meals, sure he sat with Poet and the homeboys, and he was sort of listening to what was being said, but he was looking at Randy. Who wasn’t looking back.
The next day, Kofi managed to catch Cody in the hallway when he was off to his first meeting with Sister Pete. “You like being Randy’s little bitch?” he asked as he walked up behind Cody.
“Can I help you?” he asked, turning around to face Kofi.
“I saw you yesterday, always at his side, running around like the little bitch you are.” He was now in Cody’s face, backing him up against the wall. “That what you are? Lick his boots clean? Suck that dick’s dick, too?”
Cody wasn’t backing down, although he was trying to fight out of Kofi’s hold. “Fuck you,” he snarled.
“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” Kofi told him, pinning Cody with his legs, pushing his forearm into Cody’s neck.
“Didn’t you already do enough to Randy?”
“Preemptive strike.”
“What do you plan on doing to me, huh? You gonna beat me to a pulp? You gonna rape me? You even got a plan? Well, whatever you’re thinkin’, know that by fucking me, means you’re fucking with Randy, and fucking with Randy pits the wrath of every Italian in this prison against you.”
“The hell you going on about? Randy ain’t Italian.”
“Maybe if you took some time and observed a little more than just seeing me talking to Randy from time to time, maybe instead of jumping straight to revenge on Randy via his friends, you’d see that he’s got more than just me at his side. Study up on your history before jumping into shit like this.”
“What the fuck’s this? You threatening me?” he asked, though he loosened the pressure and took an unconscious step back.
“I’m stating a fact.”
“You don’t got shit.”
“Keep thinkin’ that,” Cody replied coolly.
Kofi took another step back out of Cody’s personal space. He could see that Cody’s words had some backing to them. This wasn’t just some bluff, Randy actually had friends and allies on his side.
“Maybe you should try taking your anger out on Randy himself next time, see what happens. But anything happens to him, you’ll have John to deal with?”
“Who’s John?”
“See what I mean? Someone needs to pay attention. Or at least have some kind of actual plan before going out and sending a message to him like you tried to do with me. Just because I’m the little fag boy doesn’t mean you have free reign to fuck me over. Don’t for a second think this will stay between us.” Cody began walking away, leaving a stunned Kofi behind. “And just for the record, I’m no one’s bitch. Oh, and I’m not the one Randy’s fucking,” Cody added with a smirk to a stunned looking Kofi. Once he was back in Em City, he found John and Randy and said, “Guys, I think we might have a trouble maker on our hands,” and proceeded to tell them about his encounter with Kofi.
The following day, exiting his pod, John cried out from across Em City, “Yo, Poet!” It had been the first time he had seen Poet alone, and he had to talk to his old buddy about the new inmate.
“Yeah, Cena, what is it?” Poet asked.
They moved towards each other and John jerked his head towards Kofi. “Might wanna keep an eye on your new boy there. Hasn’t been around long enough to be stirrin’ up shit.”
“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Got word through the grapevine that he was tryin’ to get ta Randy by fuckin’ with one of his friends.” John brushed past Poet and sat down at a table across from Kofi and stared him dead in the eye. “You ever heard of Ken Kennedy?”
“No,” was the unsure answer.
“Goddamn, I’d love to leave the two of you locked in a room together; see who’d tear the other’s head off first. I’d pay to watch that shit: The Nazi Fuck versus the Dumbass Homeboy. Be damn entertaining.”
“You done interrogatin’ him, Cena?” Poet asked.
“Yeah. You just tell him to pick his battles man,” he said to Poet, though he kept his eye contact with Kofi. “We don’t need any trouble here, do we?” He then stood up and pounded fists with Poet. “You don’t wanna fuck with us.”
Poet sat down next to Kofi and shook his head. “Yo, man, the fuck you thinkin’? The hell’d you do yesterday? You don’t go causin’ trouble like that.”
“I was fuckin’ tryin’ to get to Orton.”
“You little dumbass shit. Orton is tight with Cena, who runs the Wiseguys right next to Pancamo. Fuck, they in charge of the drug trade, they have real man power. Shit, they even got some of the hacks on their side. And, look, I’m down with Cena myself.”
“The fuck you sayin’? That you’d take Cena’s side over mine?”
“Boy, you a little ignorant shit, don’t know dick about what’s goin’ on in here. Think you can just fuck with whoever the hell you want and then alla us will have your back, just because we got the same colour skin. Things don’t always work that way, man. You gotta earn your place around here, and right now you ain’t got much of one.”
John entered the pod, finding Randy sitting on his bed again as he talked to Ted and Cody. “Were you talking to Poet?” Randy asked as soon as John walked through the door.
“Yeah, had to tell him about our newest problem.”
“Hold up, you and Poet are… what exactly?”
“Dude, me and Poet go way back. When I first showed up here, he was on my case all the time ‘bout me pretendin’ I was black or some shit. I just told him that’s how I was, that’s how I grew up. And you know Poet always spittin’ out his rhymes, so one day I throw one out myself. That sure as shit shut him up. For about five seconds. Then he say I been writin’ it, polishin’ it up an’ shit, not just comin’ up with my rhymes off the top a my head, callin’ me Vanilla Ice and shit. So what he do? Challenge me right then and there. So I accept. We trade off back and forth, and that’s how I gained respect from him and the rest a the Homeboys. I mean, yeah, I took the drug trade from ‘em, but they were fucked once Adebisi got whacked, anyway. Redding, he just a bigger mess than alla them put together… Anyway, back to Poet, you ain’t never seen him and me battle? We had some good times, dude, but it’s been a while since we really got anythin’ goin’ together.”
“So you’re tellin’ me that not only are you a leader of the Italians, tight with Keller, but you’re also in with Poet and the Homeboys?”
John grinned. “Shit yeah man. When I network, I network damn good. But back to you, man, you had to have done somethin’ to him to get Kofi that pissed off.”
“I don’t know. I probably punched him out one night when I was blackout drunk or some shit. Maybe I slept with his sister or something. I. Don’t. Know. All I know is that one day my fuckin’ car was trashed and my parents’ house was fucked up. And I wasn’t even living there at the time; I was living with my girlfriend.”
John raised his eyebrow. Randy hadn’t been arrested much later after the incident happened with Kofi. If he had a girlfriend at the time, was he still with her? “Girlfriend?”
Cody’s face scrunched up in a complete look of disgust at the word, causing both John and Randy to chuckle slightly.
“A little pussy ain’t gonna kill you,” Randy said to Cody.
“Yeah, actually, I think it will.” He looked to Ted and grinned, “Besides I got all I’ll ever need right there.” Ted just blushed.
Turning his attention back to John, Randy said with a smirk, “Anyway, I dumped her ass soon enough. It’s not like I’m still attached to anyone on the outside, if that’s what you’re worried about, John.” As if John actually had anything to worry about. “But what we do need to worry about is that fucker, Kofi. All he’s ever given me is shit, and I don’t even know the dude. Only way I know his goddamn name is from the fucking police reports.”
“You swear all you said to him that day was to keep his motherfuckin’ ass away from your car? You didn’t play the race card or nothin’ like that, did you?”
“Fuck, like I care if you’re white, black, red, fuckin’ purple, green, whatever, we’re all just as fucked up as the next guy.”
“Randy Orton, that is the most logical thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth,” Cody told him.
“Thank you, but I think you’re forgetting all the shit I’ve told you over the past few months. Like don’t come on to me again or John will kill you. Then I told you that Ted wanted to fuck you, and I just encouraged you to actually go through with it.”
“And all of that was great advice, but this was less about my sex life… or life in general… and more about the whole picture.”
“Ok, so Randy’s got a rational side to him, now can someone tell me what the hell we’re gonna do about that fuckin’ loose cannon that is Kofi Kingston?” John asked.
“Maybe we could just wait it out and see what happens,” Ted suggested. “If we don’t do anything, maybe he’ll realize exactly what he’s been doing. People can change, you know.”
“That might be our best bet right now,” John agreed. “Cody, you’re the one that he tried to start shit with, you ok with that?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with that. We don’t need anything pointing back to us, anyway.”
“How can you be fine with that?” Randy asked, his voice rising.
“Because, Randy, nothing happened. And I know you wanna get back at him, but all he’s doing right now is digging himself a hole. He’s going after us, not the other way around. Someone’s bound to see what’s going on with him. If he keeps that up, he’ll have totally fucked himself over, and we wouldn’t have to lift a single finger against him.”
Randy mulled over what Cody just said, and it really did make sense. Kofi had no reason to be going after him. Not after what happened on the outside. “Ok, we’ll leave him alone. For now. But I swear, if he fucking comes after me again, he’s dead.”
Looking on from nearby the staircase at the table shared by Poet and Kofi, was the leader of the Muslims, Kareem Said. He had tried to help some of the Homeboys out before, had been successful for a brief while, anyway. Perhaps he could try with Kofi. Said could see the anger that was inside the man, and the lack of spiritual guidance he had wasn’t benefiting him in any way. Maybe if he had success with this one, he wouldn’t be as angry himself, and while he knew that fully converting to Islam was a trial, but this could be a journey that could do Kofi some good.
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Five months. Five goddamn, god forsaken, miserable months. That’s how long Ted had been in Oz, and he had no idea how he’d be able to last five more years here, at the very least. And then he thought of John. He had been locked up for three years already, and had no hope to get out. Ever. Yet he kept on truckin’. There was no quit in John, even though he’d never see the outside world again. Teddy knew it was only a few years, but if these past few months were any judge of the future, these upcoming years were going to be pure hell.
He was lying in bed, Cody’s arms around him, on the morning of his 21st birthday, thoughts racing through his head. This was no way to spend a birthday, especially one so monumental. Sure, he never would have found Cody and been able to wake up in the arms of the man he loves had he not been locked up, but was that really better than living the good life on the outside? He never could decide. He had gone to the seventh layer of Hell here in Oz, and sure, Cody was his rock after… Ken Kennedy… but if had had never been locked up, he never would have been raped by those two men, and therefore wouldn’t have needed that rock. He loved Cody, more than he ever loved anyone, and he knew that and could admit that to himself, but most days he wondered if all this bullshit was worth it. He sighed loudly, causing Cody to stir. A hand began stroking his arm, and Cody whispered, “Morning, Teddy,” into his ear.
“Morning,” he grumbled back.
Seconds later, the lights were switched on, illuminating the prison for yet another day. The daily cry of “COUNT!” was shouted and the entirety of Emerald City was out of their respective pods, ready to get counted and get on with their day. Breakfast was uneventful, as was work. But since returning his hospital job, after much insistence on his part that he was fine and could handle things there, Ted reveled in the uneventful days.
However, after work, as he was walking back to Em City, he felt as though he was being followed. And before he knew it, he was cornered. Randy, John and Cody surrounded him, dragging him in the direction of the kitchen, which was strange since it was still before lunch time. “What’s going on?” Ted asked, completely confused. And relieved. He was worried when those hands were on him and didn’t know who they belonged to at first.
“Word on the street is that someone’s got a birthday,” John informed him. “So, since I happen to like the birthday boy, I decided to use my connections to set up a little something special for him.”
“Thank you,” Ted said, a smile on his face.
Cody hooked his arm with Ted’s as they drew closer to their destination. “If anyone deserves something special on their birthday, it’s you. It’s nothing much, though,” Cody added as he walked through the door.
Down at the far end of the cafeteria at the kitchen area, there was a small cake with a single candle in the center sitting on the tabletop.
“You guys did this for me?”
“Cody was the mastermind behind it all. He wanted to see if there was any way I could get kitchen access, and I asked him why, and he said it was for your birthday. So… Happy Birthday, Ted.”
“Who made it? Chucky?” Ted asked as they approached the cake.
“As a matter of fact, I did. You gonna eat it, or are you just gonna admire it all day long? Because as flattered as I’d be, I do have a kitchen to run, and I can’t very well do that with a cake taking up space on my table. I do have lunch to serve in a few.”
Ted smiled, a full fledged, face splitting smile. While he never thought he’d wind up in prison, since he came here, he never thought anyone would do much as care that he was having a birthday. “Thank you. All of you.”
“Randy didn’t even do anything,” Cody said as he wrapped his arms around Ted’s waist from behind, resting his chin on Ted’s shoulder.
“I showed up, didn’t I?”
“Just eat your fuckin’ cake,” Chucky told him.
“Ok. It looks real good, Chucky. Thank you.”
John walked to the cake and pulled a lighter out of his pocket, given to him by Randy earlier in the day when John told him he should kick his smoking habit, since if he was gonna die in prison, it wasn’t gonna be of second hand smoke. He lit the solitary candle and everyone just mumbled Happy Birthday before Ted blew it out. John removed the candle and cut the cake, serving a large piece to Ted. He took a bite and nodded his head in approval. “This is good.”
“Of course it is. I’m Italian, food is in my blood.”
Ted shared the rest of the cake with the guys there, continuously saying thank you to everyone.
After the events in the kitchen, the day carried on as usual. Lunch was had, books were read, TV was watched, checkers were played (by all but Randy, who played the role of observer) and dinner was eaten all before lockdown. While they were waiting for lights out, both men sat up in Cody’s bed, talking as they usually did.
“What would you be doing today if you weren’t in here?”
“Probably getting drunk with the guys at school. But it’s not like I’ll ever be getting back into school, any school, again after this.”
“What were you studying?” Cody asked. They never really talked about Ted’s scholarly side.
“Business. Just like the old man. And then I fucked up, and my dad made sure as hell I paid for it. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself once I’m out of here. Cody, I killed a woman while I was drunk and underage. I’ll never get hired anywhere, I’ll never get my degree. I’ve never been able to look myself in the mirror without thinking about what I did. And I know that I’m paying for it, and I deserve to be in here, but once I’m out? There’s nothing for me.”
“At least you had something on the outside. I was peddling drugs in gay bars as part of my family’s business once I dropped out of high school. My dad was arrested a couple years ago. I’m surprised I never wound up in juvi for all the shit I did when I was out.”
“But look at us now. Sure we come from mighty different background, but we’re both in here. It’s like Randy said: we’re all shit.”
“I didn’t mean to get you so down on your birthday. Can you tell me more about school, though? What was college like?”
“It was fun. Got good grades, had some great friends, enjoyed my classes, looked forward to going into the family business. But then over the summer, I went out with my friends and enjoyed myself a little too much.”
“Teddy, you need to stop always bringing it back to that. Yes, you did something horrible, ok, but that doesn’t define you. You’re not some crazy psycho killer like some of the people in here. You actually feel remorseful about what you did. Baby, you can’t let this take over your life. Don’t let this become you, ok? You’re so much more than someone who had a drunken accident. You’re smart, funny, gorgeous and on top of all that, you still have a chance to make something of yourself once you do get out.”
“Make something of myself doing what? What can I possibly do, Cody? I can’t go into the family business. I was supposed to take it over once my dad retired. That could never happen. Can you imagine the uproar there’d be if a ex-con took over a multi-billion dollar corporation?”
“Teddy,” Cody said, taking Ted’s face in his hands, turning him to look him sternly in the eye, “stop thinking about it. Before you get out, you’ll talk to Pete, and she’ll be able to help you. Besides, that’s still a while away. For now, just worry about getting through one day at a time. And stop thinking about why you’re here, because I don’t like seeing you so down. Especially on your birthday.”
They continued talking until the cry of “Lights out!” was heard around the prison and all the lights were shut off for the night. Both hopped down off of Cody’s bed and crawled into Ted’s. They slept together every night. McManus told the guards to just let them be, since Ted was in rough shape when he returned to Em City. However, they hadn’t been with each other. It had been well over a month since Cody had so much as touched Ted in any kind of sexual way. The last thing Cody wanted was for Ted to go back into his shell, especially not after they had come so far since their very first encounter and later since Kennedy. But, it’s not like he had actually tried.
With the lights out and Ted in his arms, Cody let his hand slide from Ted’s chest to his stomach, and he felt Ted’s breath hitch as he moved lower. “It’s ok, Teddy. I’m not gonna hurt you, baby,” he assured as his hand brushed over Ted’s flaccid cock through the layer of fabric of his boxers. “Anything you’re uncomfortable with, say so. I’ll stop at any time, any instant.” Ted was extremely tense. Sure, Cody’s touch was gentle, but it was Schillinger’s and Kennedy’s hands that he was feeling. “Roll over. Face me.”
Ted slowly turned around in Cody’s arms, letting his eyes meet Cody’s. They were soft, loving, caring, not the harsh eyes set on him by Kennedy. These were brilliant blue, and meant him no harm at all. His hand slid up Cody’s arm and fell to rest on his neck, his fingers curling into the hair at the baseline of Cody’s scalp.
Cody bent forward and kissed him. “See, I’m not gonna hurt you. Ok?” He felt Ted’s dick begin to stir. This was a good sign. Ted hadn’t bolted. Another good sign. Not like he had many places to go, but Cody would get the hint. A gentle brush over Ted’s cock and a kiss to the lips. That’s what Cody had to do: take things slow. And he was willing to go as slowly as he needed. He needed Ted to not be utterly consumed to what happened to him. He needed Ted to know that things would be ok once more. “How does that feel, Teddy?”
“It’s nice,” Ted answered. Looking at Cody helped, he realized. He could get lost in those eyes so easily, and he often did. Those eyes helped him, brought back memories of the months they had spent together. The good times. Before Kennedy. Sure, it hadn’t been that long that they had been together, but those couple months meant more to Teddy then he could ever know.
“Good. Remember, if I do anything you feel uncomfortable with, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Ted nodded. Cody would never do anything to try and hurt him intentionally. Except for punching him the day they met. And then Ted did something completely unexpected. He laughed. He actually laughed as he thought about how he acted that first day.
Cody had no idea what Ted was laughing at, but he grinned anyway. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking about the day we met. Well, the day after we met, I guess. When you punched me.”
“You’re laughing about me punching you?”
“Well, it’s pretty funny, isn’t it? I mean, I was a complete jackass.”
“Yeah, you were. Don’t forget that I kissed you, too,” Cody reminded him as his hand continued to drift over Ted’s hardening cock.
“Couldn’t forget that. One, two punch of a different kind, for sure,” Ted said with a chuckle.
“I love hearing you laugh,” Cody told him with a smile, displaying the small gap in his teeth. He let his hand slip under the elastic of Ted’s boxers, and Ted didn’t so much as flinch as Cody’s hand made contact. “You should let yourself laugh more often.”
“I can try.”
“Good.” He wrapped his hand around Ted’s dick, letting his thumb swirl over the leaking head. His hand slid down to the base, trailing the precum downwards as he moved. Back to the tip now, and Ted’s dick was rock hard. Goddamn, he missed this. He missed the feel of Ted in his hand, stroking him, giving him pleasure from such a simple touch. Ted was the only one he ever did this kind of thing with.
When he was working the clubs, it was all about sex and drugs. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing was ever slow paced, not in the raging, racing life of the clubs. No, in the clubs Cody was looking for guys who needed their next fix. Yeah, sure, he wanted to make people feel good, but it was always on some superficial level. Cody would sell them their drugs, fuck them, suck them, get fucked, get sucked. And while he enjoyed the sex, it wasn’t as though he cared for the people he was with. All they were were nameless bodies. Cody knew nothing about them, what their background was, what they were like during the day. They were just another fuck. And that’s how it had been since he was fifteen.
But with Teddy, he did care. He cared more for Ted than he thought was humanly possible. His hand remained slow and steady and gentle, and Ted had begun to let his hips buck forward, the motion matching Cody’s.
With his left hand, Cody reached down and released his straining dick from his own boxers, then slipped his hand around Ted’s waist and pushed him in closer, causing their cocks to brush together.
Ted gasped, the feeling overwhelming. Damn, Cody felt amazing. Why had it taken him so long to do this again? Cody was as far away from Kennedy as a person could possibly get. Cody’s hand now had hold of both of their dicks, sliding over them as they moved closer together. “How’s it goin’, Teddy?”
He said nothing in response, but he did tighten the grip he had in Cody’s hair to pull him into a fevered kiss. Their tongues wrestled each other as Ted bucked his hips further into Cody’s hand. Cody’s hand moved faster, the sheer lack of contact between them over the last month escalating until they could hold out no longer.
As they lay there afterwards, their cum mingling on the other’s stomach, they smiled at one another. “Guy could get used to that,” Teddy mumbled.
“Sure could.”
“Didn’t realize just how much I liked that until I realized how much I missed it just now.”
“Yeah,” Cody replied, letting his hand brush through Ted’s hair. “Happy birthday, Teddy.”
“Thanks.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
After breakfast and right before work, Ted had an appointment with Sister Pete. Everyone had to see her, but he had weekly appointments with her now. “Good morning, Theodore.”
“Good morning, Sister Pete,” he greeted as he took the seat in front of her desk.
She smiled at him. He looked different this morning. Happier? Maybe that’s what it was. “You had a birthday yesterday, right?”
“Sure did.”
“And how was that?”
“Real nice. I got cake.”
Pete’s smile grew wider. “So, how are things with you and Cody?”
Ted’s eyes lowered so he was now looking at his hands resting in his lap and a blush rose in his cheeks. “Things are, uh… real nice.”
“Did you two make love last night?”
The blush grew even deeper. While Pete would ask him about his relationship with Cody, he normally brushed it off by saying that Cody was always there for him in his times of need. He always tried to avoid any questions about the sexual nature of their relationship, but right now it didn’t look like Pete was going to let him go on this one. “In a sense. We, uh, we didn’t do that, if that’s what you’re askin’.”
“But you were intimate,” she stated.
“Yeah,” Ted answered quietly.
“Good.”
“You think it’s a good thing Cody and me are breakin’ the rules like that?”
“I do. I never would have thought you two would get along, but the Lord works in mysterious ways that no one will ever quite understand.”
Sometimes, Ted realized, it was easy to forget that the shrink you were talking to was also a nun. She dug so easily into his brain, then went and turned it around, bringing God back into the equation. “Can I blame God for what happened to me? Sister, I grew up Christian. I’m here as part of the Christians. But I don’t understand how God could have let that happen to me, especially if, like you and Father Mukada say, he was the one that gave me Cody. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve followed His word, and even now, even though I’m with Cody, I still try to follow His word to the best of my ability. And I never meant any harm to anyone in here, yet,” Ted took a deep breath, “Kennedy still…”
“Sometimes, Ted, it’s best not to question how He works.”
“How can I not question it?! Sure, Kennedy ended up dead, but Schillinger is still alive, and even so, Kennedy’s dying doesn’t take anything back!” Ted’s eyes widened and he clasped his hand over his mouth. He hadn’t told anyone but Cody about Schillinger’s part in his rape.
Sister Pete stood up from her seat and stared down at Ted. “Did you say Schillinger?” Ted remained silent. “Theodore, did you say Schillinger took part in your rape?” After moment after moment of stillness, Ted finally nodded. “How come you never told anyone before?”
“I was scared. I still am scared. I’m sure he thinks I had something to do with Kennedy’s death, and I can’t help but say that I’m glad he’s dead. But I don’t want to think about what could happen to me or to Cody if word gets out that I gave up Schillinger.”
“Ted, if you’re willing to testify against him, we can get Schillinger on multiple rape charges and have him locked away in solitary.”
“Sure, so his Aryan groupies can come after me again. Or they could go after Cody, or John, or Randy. Divide and conquer. I don’t think so.”
She reached out and placed her hand over his elbow as it rested on her desk. “Ted, you can’t think about that. If you can get him, their leader, locked away, the Aryans will have far less pull over everyone in here.”
“I can’t do it, Sister. I’m not risking another Kennedy happening.” He stood from his seat and gave her a sad smile. “I’m sorry, Sister, but I can’t. I’ll see you next week.” And with that, he turned and walked out the door.
Pete sat back down, staring down the hallway as Ted left the room. That man, Vern Schillinger, had caused so much trouble in Oz. Yet no one he acted out against was ever willing to speak up and speak out. Every last one of them was scared about the repercussions. Even Tobias had acted in retribution of his own accord. And now, as a psychiatrist, she was legally bound to silence.
To part 5-2
Pairing: John/Randy, Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: They're all locked up at Oswald State Penn, with John as the leader of the Italians, Randy is an "Other," Ted is a Christian and Cody is one of the gays. Lots of shit goes down, good and bad. And while it may not all be started by and of those guys, they make sure to finish it.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and Tom Fontana
Word Count: 12,286
A/N: There is character death in this part! If you don't like blood and voilence, then stay away. Also, it's been a while since I've visited with Oz, so I hope this one's as good as you remember. *crosses fingers* Plus, this was written for Ted's bday, so I'm sorry it's late, the characters didn't always want to cooperate with me...
And if you'd like a refresher, here's part 4-2
Randy sat across from Cody at the checker table, staring at the board, then back up into Cody’s eyes, and then down on the board once more, trying to decide which move to make next. John was sitting next to him, as he was playing the winner. He, too, examined the board before leaning over and saying, “Dude, you’re fucked. I don’t know how you always manage to lose.”
“That’s it, I quit!” Randy shouted, pushing his chair back from the table.
“Good move. Quit before the eighteen year old owns your ass,” Ted said with a laugh. Cody grinned as he looked at Teddy; it wasn’t all that often he heard Ted laugh.
“You shut your goddamn mouth,” Randy huffed.
“Oh, calm down and move over. It’s my turn now,” John said.
After Cody proceeded to beat John and then Teddy, they all decided to call it quits.
“Orton,” Ryan O’Reily began as he walked towards them, “you still can’t win a goddamn game of checkers?”
“I can’t help that that kid is some kind of… checker genius,” Randy said in his defense as he pointed to Cody.
Cody smirked and shrugged, “Or you could all just suck.”
Ryan slapped John’s hand in greeting as he pulled up a chair between John and Cody and straddled it, resting his elbows on the table. “I think I agree with the kid. So, you hear that a new inmate’s coming into Em City soon?” he asked, changing the subject completely.
“I did, yeah,” John answered, making a sidelong glance at Randy.
“And you didn’t tell me?” Randy was surprised. John always told him everything.
John shrugged, “Thought it might be better if you didn’t know…”
“Why’s that?”
“You really made sure to spread your wings before coming here, didn’t you? Just spread your shit far and wide, start shit with anyone and everyone, that how you operate?”
“Like you’re any better, O’Reily.”
“Hey, I work my Irish charm on everyone, but you? Shiiiit.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“This new guy? I think you know him.”
“Again?” Cody asked. How much shit had Randy managed to get himself into in his 23 years?
“Who is it?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” Ryan told him before standing up and leaving the four at the table.
“John, who is it? I’ll find out sooner or later, and I think it’s better I find out now. Don’t you? Come on, John. Who the hell is it?”
John thought it over. Randy could find out when the guy walks through the main gates, or he could find out now and ease into the idea. Maybe the second option was the best one; Randy wasn’t always great about surprises. “Kofi Kingston.”
“That fucking bastard. The fuck’s he coming here for? He trash someone else’s house?”
“He did, actually, yeah. Couple times, apparently. This is his third strike, got him on multiple vandalism charges, and top that off with a breaking and entering charge, and now he’s out for the count in a max security prison.”
“And he’s coming into Em City? Why the fuck do these people keep putting guys I hate in here with me?” Randy asked, the blood rising to his face. “It’s like they want me to get in trouble!”
John placed a hand on Randy’s knee, rubbing small circles, trying to soothe him. “Shit happens.”
“What the hell happened between you guys, anyway?” Cody piped up.
“I saved for years to buy this beauty of an El Camino. One day I see him eyeing it up, right? So I tell him to keep his motherfuckin’ ass away from my car, cuz I thought for sure he’d be stealin’ it; sellin’ it for parts. Next thing I know, the windows are smashed in, dents and scratches all over the side, and let’s not forget his fucking tag across the hood. Then a couple months later, all the shit with Hunter goes down, and I land my ass in here, and it’s been rosebuds and fairy dust ever since.”
“That shit’s just wrong, dude. You don’t fuck with a guy’s ride.”
Randy smirked. Things weren’t looking too good for Mr. Kingston.
The following day when Kofi arrived, trailing behind Poet, he made sure to glance around, taking in the sights. He saw Randy, who he was still bitter towards from a year ago, watching TV and talking to a young man at his side. After the quick scan, he continued to follow Poet to his new pod. “Get used to the interior decorating, man; it’s the only thing you’ll be seeing for the rest of your life.”
Kofi looked and saw Randy and the young man part ways. The last thing he really needed was to be starting shit back up with Randy. He got the last laugh, anyway. But he thought it might be a good idea to send a message to Randy, anyway, just to make sure he knew what was what. And he’d be able to use that kid to do it.
Cody, Randy, Teddy, John, they all avoided so much as looking at the new inmate. McManus had told them that he wanted there to be absolutely no bullshit between any of them. Tim had also given the speech to Kingston, who agreed with him wholeheartedly. At least that’s what he said to Tim’s face.
Kofi kept his eyes on Randy the entire day. At meals, sure he sat with Poet and the homeboys, and he was sort of listening to what was being said, but he was looking at Randy. Who wasn’t looking back.
The next day, Kofi managed to catch Cody in the hallway when he was off to his first meeting with Sister Pete. “You like being Randy’s little bitch?” he asked as he walked up behind Cody.
“Can I help you?” he asked, turning around to face Kofi.
“I saw you yesterday, always at his side, running around like the little bitch you are.” He was now in Cody’s face, backing him up against the wall. “That what you are? Lick his boots clean? Suck that dick’s dick, too?”
Cody wasn’t backing down, although he was trying to fight out of Kofi’s hold. “Fuck you,” he snarled.
“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” Kofi told him, pinning Cody with his legs, pushing his forearm into Cody’s neck.
“Didn’t you already do enough to Randy?”
“Preemptive strike.”
“What do you plan on doing to me, huh? You gonna beat me to a pulp? You gonna rape me? You even got a plan? Well, whatever you’re thinkin’, know that by fucking me, means you’re fucking with Randy, and fucking with Randy pits the wrath of every Italian in this prison against you.”
“The hell you going on about? Randy ain’t Italian.”
“Maybe if you took some time and observed a little more than just seeing me talking to Randy from time to time, maybe instead of jumping straight to revenge on Randy via his friends, you’d see that he’s got more than just me at his side. Study up on your history before jumping into shit like this.”
“What the fuck’s this? You threatening me?” he asked, though he loosened the pressure and took an unconscious step back.
“I’m stating a fact.”
“You don’t got shit.”
“Keep thinkin’ that,” Cody replied coolly.
Kofi took another step back out of Cody’s personal space. He could see that Cody’s words had some backing to them. This wasn’t just some bluff, Randy actually had friends and allies on his side.
“Maybe you should try taking your anger out on Randy himself next time, see what happens. But anything happens to him, you’ll have John to deal with?”
“Who’s John?”
“See what I mean? Someone needs to pay attention. Or at least have some kind of actual plan before going out and sending a message to him like you tried to do with me. Just because I’m the little fag boy doesn’t mean you have free reign to fuck me over. Don’t for a second think this will stay between us.” Cody began walking away, leaving a stunned Kofi behind. “And just for the record, I’m no one’s bitch. Oh, and I’m not the one Randy’s fucking,” Cody added with a smirk to a stunned looking Kofi. Once he was back in Em City, he found John and Randy and said, “Guys, I think we might have a trouble maker on our hands,” and proceeded to tell them about his encounter with Kofi.
The following day, exiting his pod, John cried out from across Em City, “Yo, Poet!” It had been the first time he had seen Poet alone, and he had to talk to his old buddy about the new inmate.
“Yeah, Cena, what is it?” Poet asked.
They moved towards each other and John jerked his head towards Kofi. “Might wanna keep an eye on your new boy there. Hasn’t been around long enough to be stirrin’ up shit.”
“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Got word through the grapevine that he was tryin’ to get ta Randy by fuckin’ with one of his friends.” John brushed past Poet and sat down at a table across from Kofi and stared him dead in the eye. “You ever heard of Ken Kennedy?”
“No,” was the unsure answer.
“Goddamn, I’d love to leave the two of you locked in a room together; see who’d tear the other’s head off first. I’d pay to watch that shit: The Nazi Fuck versus the Dumbass Homeboy. Be damn entertaining.”
“You done interrogatin’ him, Cena?” Poet asked.
“Yeah. You just tell him to pick his battles man,” he said to Poet, though he kept his eye contact with Kofi. “We don’t need any trouble here, do we?” He then stood up and pounded fists with Poet. “You don’t wanna fuck with us.”
Poet sat down next to Kofi and shook his head. “Yo, man, the fuck you thinkin’? The hell’d you do yesterday? You don’t go causin’ trouble like that.”
“I was fuckin’ tryin’ to get to Orton.”
“You little dumbass shit. Orton is tight with Cena, who runs the Wiseguys right next to Pancamo. Fuck, they in charge of the drug trade, they have real man power. Shit, they even got some of the hacks on their side. And, look, I’m down with Cena myself.”
“The fuck you sayin’? That you’d take Cena’s side over mine?”
“Boy, you a little ignorant shit, don’t know dick about what’s goin’ on in here. Think you can just fuck with whoever the hell you want and then alla us will have your back, just because we got the same colour skin. Things don’t always work that way, man. You gotta earn your place around here, and right now you ain’t got much of one.”
John entered the pod, finding Randy sitting on his bed again as he talked to Ted and Cody. “Were you talking to Poet?” Randy asked as soon as John walked through the door.
“Yeah, had to tell him about our newest problem.”
“Hold up, you and Poet are… what exactly?”
“Dude, me and Poet go way back. When I first showed up here, he was on my case all the time ‘bout me pretendin’ I was black or some shit. I just told him that’s how I was, that’s how I grew up. And you know Poet always spittin’ out his rhymes, so one day I throw one out myself. That sure as shit shut him up. For about five seconds. Then he say I been writin’ it, polishin’ it up an’ shit, not just comin’ up with my rhymes off the top a my head, callin’ me Vanilla Ice and shit. So what he do? Challenge me right then and there. So I accept. We trade off back and forth, and that’s how I gained respect from him and the rest a the Homeboys. I mean, yeah, I took the drug trade from ‘em, but they were fucked once Adebisi got whacked, anyway. Redding, he just a bigger mess than alla them put together… Anyway, back to Poet, you ain’t never seen him and me battle? We had some good times, dude, but it’s been a while since we really got anythin’ goin’ together.”
“So you’re tellin’ me that not only are you a leader of the Italians, tight with Keller, but you’re also in with Poet and the Homeboys?”
John grinned. “Shit yeah man. When I network, I network damn good. But back to you, man, you had to have done somethin’ to him to get Kofi that pissed off.”
“I don’t know. I probably punched him out one night when I was blackout drunk or some shit. Maybe I slept with his sister or something. I. Don’t. Know. All I know is that one day my fuckin’ car was trashed and my parents’ house was fucked up. And I wasn’t even living there at the time; I was living with my girlfriend.”
John raised his eyebrow. Randy hadn’t been arrested much later after the incident happened with Kofi. If he had a girlfriend at the time, was he still with her? “Girlfriend?”
Cody’s face scrunched up in a complete look of disgust at the word, causing both John and Randy to chuckle slightly.
“A little pussy ain’t gonna kill you,” Randy said to Cody.
“Yeah, actually, I think it will.” He looked to Ted and grinned, “Besides I got all I’ll ever need right there.” Ted just blushed.
Turning his attention back to John, Randy said with a smirk, “Anyway, I dumped her ass soon enough. It’s not like I’m still attached to anyone on the outside, if that’s what you’re worried about, John.” As if John actually had anything to worry about. “But what we do need to worry about is that fucker, Kofi. All he’s ever given me is shit, and I don’t even know the dude. Only way I know his goddamn name is from the fucking police reports.”
“You swear all you said to him that day was to keep his motherfuckin’ ass away from your car? You didn’t play the race card or nothin’ like that, did you?”
“Fuck, like I care if you’re white, black, red, fuckin’ purple, green, whatever, we’re all just as fucked up as the next guy.”
“Randy Orton, that is the most logical thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth,” Cody told him.
“Thank you, but I think you’re forgetting all the shit I’ve told you over the past few months. Like don’t come on to me again or John will kill you. Then I told you that Ted wanted to fuck you, and I just encouraged you to actually go through with it.”
“And all of that was great advice, but this was less about my sex life… or life in general… and more about the whole picture.”
“Ok, so Randy’s got a rational side to him, now can someone tell me what the hell we’re gonna do about that fuckin’ loose cannon that is Kofi Kingston?” John asked.
“Maybe we could just wait it out and see what happens,” Ted suggested. “If we don’t do anything, maybe he’ll realize exactly what he’s been doing. People can change, you know.”
“That might be our best bet right now,” John agreed. “Cody, you’re the one that he tried to start shit with, you ok with that?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with that. We don’t need anything pointing back to us, anyway.”
“How can you be fine with that?” Randy asked, his voice rising.
“Because, Randy, nothing happened. And I know you wanna get back at him, but all he’s doing right now is digging himself a hole. He’s going after us, not the other way around. Someone’s bound to see what’s going on with him. If he keeps that up, he’ll have totally fucked himself over, and we wouldn’t have to lift a single finger against him.”
Randy mulled over what Cody just said, and it really did make sense. Kofi had no reason to be going after him. Not after what happened on the outside. “Ok, we’ll leave him alone. For now. But I swear, if he fucking comes after me again, he’s dead.”
Looking on from nearby the staircase at the table shared by Poet and Kofi, was the leader of the Muslims, Kareem Said. He had tried to help some of the Homeboys out before, had been successful for a brief while, anyway. Perhaps he could try with Kofi. Said could see the anger that was inside the man, and the lack of spiritual guidance he had wasn’t benefiting him in any way. Maybe if he had success with this one, he wouldn’t be as angry himself, and while he knew that fully converting to Islam was a trial, but this could be a journey that could do Kofi some good.
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Five months. Five goddamn, god forsaken, miserable months. That’s how long Ted had been in Oz, and he had no idea how he’d be able to last five more years here, at the very least. And then he thought of John. He had been locked up for three years already, and had no hope to get out. Ever. Yet he kept on truckin’. There was no quit in John, even though he’d never see the outside world again. Teddy knew it was only a few years, but if these past few months were any judge of the future, these upcoming years were going to be pure hell.
He was lying in bed, Cody’s arms around him, on the morning of his 21st birthday, thoughts racing through his head. This was no way to spend a birthday, especially one so monumental. Sure, he never would have found Cody and been able to wake up in the arms of the man he loves had he not been locked up, but was that really better than living the good life on the outside? He never could decide. He had gone to the seventh layer of Hell here in Oz, and sure, Cody was his rock after… Ken Kennedy… but if had had never been locked up, he never would have been raped by those two men, and therefore wouldn’t have needed that rock. He loved Cody, more than he ever loved anyone, and he knew that and could admit that to himself, but most days he wondered if all this bullshit was worth it. He sighed loudly, causing Cody to stir. A hand began stroking his arm, and Cody whispered, “Morning, Teddy,” into his ear.
“Morning,” he grumbled back.
Seconds later, the lights were switched on, illuminating the prison for yet another day. The daily cry of “COUNT!” was shouted and the entirety of Emerald City was out of their respective pods, ready to get counted and get on with their day. Breakfast was uneventful, as was work. But since returning his hospital job, after much insistence on his part that he was fine and could handle things there, Ted reveled in the uneventful days.
However, after work, as he was walking back to Em City, he felt as though he was being followed. And before he knew it, he was cornered. Randy, John and Cody surrounded him, dragging him in the direction of the kitchen, which was strange since it was still before lunch time. “What’s going on?” Ted asked, completely confused. And relieved. He was worried when those hands were on him and didn’t know who they belonged to at first.
“Word on the street is that someone’s got a birthday,” John informed him. “So, since I happen to like the birthday boy, I decided to use my connections to set up a little something special for him.”
“Thank you,” Ted said, a smile on his face.
Cody hooked his arm with Ted’s as they drew closer to their destination. “If anyone deserves something special on their birthday, it’s you. It’s nothing much, though,” Cody added as he walked through the door.
Down at the far end of the cafeteria at the kitchen area, there was a small cake with a single candle in the center sitting on the tabletop.
“You guys did this for me?”
“Cody was the mastermind behind it all. He wanted to see if there was any way I could get kitchen access, and I asked him why, and he said it was for your birthday. So… Happy Birthday, Ted.”
“Who made it? Chucky?” Ted asked as they approached the cake.
“As a matter of fact, I did. You gonna eat it, or are you just gonna admire it all day long? Because as flattered as I’d be, I do have a kitchen to run, and I can’t very well do that with a cake taking up space on my table. I do have lunch to serve in a few.”
Ted smiled, a full fledged, face splitting smile. While he never thought he’d wind up in prison, since he came here, he never thought anyone would do much as care that he was having a birthday. “Thank you. All of you.”
“Randy didn’t even do anything,” Cody said as he wrapped his arms around Ted’s waist from behind, resting his chin on Ted’s shoulder.
“I showed up, didn’t I?”
“Just eat your fuckin’ cake,” Chucky told him.
“Ok. It looks real good, Chucky. Thank you.”
John walked to the cake and pulled a lighter out of his pocket, given to him by Randy earlier in the day when John told him he should kick his smoking habit, since if he was gonna die in prison, it wasn’t gonna be of second hand smoke. He lit the solitary candle and everyone just mumbled Happy Birthday before Ted blew it out. John removed the candle and cut the cake, serving a large piece to Ted. He took a bite and nodded his head in approval. “This is good.”
“Of course it is. I’m Italian, food is in my blood.”
Ted shared the rest of the cake with the guys there, continuously saying thank you to everyone.
After the events in the kitchen, the day carried on as usual. Lunch was had, books were read, TV was watched, checkers were played (by all but Randy, who played the role of observer) and dinner was eaten all before lockdown. While they were waiting for lights out, both men sat up in Cody’s bed, talking as they usually did.
“What would you be doing today if you weren’t in here?”
“Probably getting drunk with the guys at school. But it’s not like I’ll ever be getting back into school, any school, again after this.”
“What were you studying?” Cody asked. They never really talked about Ted’s scholarly side.
“Business. Just like the old man. And then I fucked up, and my dad made sure as hell I paid for it. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself once I’m out of here. Cody, I killed a woman while I was drunk and underage. I’ll never get hired anywhere, I’ll never get my degree. I’ve never been able to look myself in the mirror without thinking about what I did. And I know that I’m paying for it, and I deserve to be in here, but once I’m out? There’s nothing for me.”
“At least you had something on the outside. I was peddling drugs in gay bars as part of my family’s business once I dropped out of high school. My dad was arrested a couple years ago. I’m surprised I never wound up in juvi for all the shit I did when I was out.”
“But look at us now. Sure we come from mighty different background, but we’re both in here. It’s like Randy said: we’re all shit.”
“I didn’t mean to get you so down on your birthday. Can you tell me more about school, though? What was college like?”
“It was fun. Got good grades, had some great friends, enjoyed my classes, looked forward to going into the family business. But then over the summer, I went out with my friends and enjoyed myself a little too much.”
“Teddy, you need to stop always bringing it back to that. Yes, you did something horrible, ok, but that doesn’t define you. You’re not some crazy psycho killer like some of the people in here. You actually feel remorseful about what you did. Baby, you can’t let this take over your life. Don’t let this become you, ok? You’re so much more than someone who had a drunken accident. You’re smart, funny, gorgeous and on top of all that, you still have a chance to make something of yourself once you do get out.”
“Make something of myself doing what? What can I possibly do, Cody? I can’t go into the family business. I was supposed to take it over once my dad retired. That could never happen. Can you imagine the uproar there’d be if a ex-con took over a multi-billion dollar corporation?”
“Teddy,” Cody said, taking Ted’s face in his hands, turning him to look him sternly in the eye, “stop thinking about it. Before you get out, you’ll talk to Pete, and she’ll be able to help you. Besides, that’s still a while away. For now, just worry about getting through one day at a time. And stop thinking about why you’re here, because I don’t like seeing you so down. Especially on your birthday.”
They continued talking until the cry of “Lights out!” was heard around the prison and all the lights were shut off for the night. Both hopped down off of Cody’s bed and crawled into Ted’s. They slept together every night. McManus told the guards to just let them be, since Ted was in rough shape when he returned to Em City. However, they hadn’t been with each other. It had been well over a month since Cody had so much as touched Ted in any kind of sexual way. The last thing Cody wanted was for Ted to go back into his shell, especially not after they had come so far since their very first encounter and later since Kennedy. But, it’s not like he had actually tried.
With the lights out and Ted in his arms, Cody let his hand slide from Ted’s chest to his stomach, and he felt Ted’s breath hitch as he moved lower. “It’s ok, Teddy. I’m not gonna hurt you, baby,” he assured as his hand brushed over Ted’s flaccid cock through the layer of fabric of his boxers. “Anything you’re uncomfortable with, say so. I’ll stop at any time, any instant.” Ted was extremely tense. Sure, Cody’s touch was gentle, but it was Schillinger’s and Kennedy’s hands that he was feeling. “Roll over. Face me.”
Ted slowly turned around in Cody’s arms, letting his eyes meet Cody’s. They were soft, loving, caring, not the harsh eyes set on him by Kennedy. These were brilliant blue, and meant him no harm at all. His hand slid up Cody’s arm and fell to rest on his neck, his fingers curling into the hair at the baseline of Cody’s scalp.
Cody bent forward and kissed him. “See, I’m not gonna hurt you. Ok?” He felt Ted’s dick begin to stir. This was a good sign. Ted hadn’t bolted. Another good sign. Not like he had many places to go, but Cody would get the hint. A gentle brush over Ted’s cock and a kiss to the lips. That’s what Cody had to do: take things slow. And he was willing to go as slowly as he needed. He needed Ted to not be utterly consumed to what happened to him. He needed Ted to know that things would be ok once more. “How does that feel, Teddy?”
“It’s nice,” Ted answered. Looking at Cody helped, he realized. He could get lost in those eyes so easily, and he often did. Those eyes helped him, brought back memories of the months they had spent together. The good times. Before Kennedy. Sure, it hadn’t been that long that they had been together, but those couple months meant more to Teddy then he could ever know.
“Good. Remember, if I do anything you feel uncomfortable with, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Ted nodded. Cody would never do anything to try and hurt him intentionally. Except for punching him the day they met. And then Ted did something completely unexpected. He laughed. He actually laughed as he thought about how he acted that first day.
Cody had no idea what Ted was laughing at, but he grinned anyway. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking about the day we met. Well, the day after we met, I guess. When you punched me.”
“You’re laughing about me punching you?”
“Well, it’s pretty funny, isn’t it? I mean, I was a complete jackass.”
“Yeah, you were. Don’t forget that I kissed you, too,” Cody reminded him as his hand continued to drift over Ted’s hardening cock.
“Couldn’t forget that. One, two punch of a different kind, for sure,” Ted said with a chuckle.
“I love hearing you laugh,” Cody told him with a smile, displaying the small gap in his teeth. He let his hand slip under the elastic of Ted’s boxers, and Ted didn’t so much as flinch as Cody’s hand made contact. “You should let yourself laugh more often.”
“I can try.”
“Good.” He wrapped his hand around Ted’s dick, letting his thumb swirl over the leaking head. His hand slid down to the base, trailing the precum downwards as he moved. Back to the tip now, and Ted’s dick was rock hard. Goddamn, he missed this. He missed the feel of Ted in his hand, stroking him, giving him pleasure from such a simple touch. Ted was the only one he ever did this kind of thing with.
When he was working the clubs, it was all about sex and drugs. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing was ever slow paced, not in the raging, racing life of the clubs. No, in the clubs Cody was looking for guys who needed their next fix. Yeah, sure, he wanted to make people feel good, but it was always on some superficial level. Cody would sell them their drugs, fuck them, suck them, get fucked, get sucked. And while he enjoyed the sex, it wasn’t as though he cared for the people he was with. All they were were nameless bodies. Cody knew nothing about them, what their background was, what they were like during the day. They were just another fuck. And that’s how it had been since he was fifteen.
But with Teddy, he did care. He cared more for Ted than he thought was humanly possible. His hand remained slow and steady and gentle, and Ted had begun to let his hips buck forward, the motion matching Cody’s.
With his left hand, Cody reached down and released his straining dick from his own boxers, then slipped his hand around Ted’s waist and pushed him in closer, causing their cocks to brush together.
Ted gasped, the feeling overwhelming. Damn, Cody felt amazing. Why had it taken him so long to do this again? Cody was as far away from Kennedy as a person could possibly get. Cody’s hand now had hold of both of their dicks, sliding over them as they moved closer together. “How’s it goin’, Teddy?”
He said nothing in response, but he did tighten the grip he had in Cody’s hair to pull him into a fevered kiss. Their tongues wrestled each other as Ted bucked his hips further into Cody’s hand. Cody’s hand moved faster, the sheer lack of contact between them over the last month escalating until they could hold out no longer.
As they lay there afterwards, their cum mingling on the other’s stomach, they smiled at one another. “Guy could get used to that,” Teddy mumbled.
“Sure could.”
“Didn’t realize just how much I liked that until I realized how much I missed it just now.”
“Yeah,” Cody replied, letting his hand brush through Ted’s hair. “Happy birthday, Teddy.”
“Thanks.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
After breakfast and right before work, Ted had an appointment with Sister Pete. Everyone had to see her, but he had weekly appointments with her now. “Good morning, Theodore.”
“Good morning, Sister Pete,” he greeted as he took the seat in front of her desk.
She smiled at him. He looked different this morning. Happier? Maybe that’s what it was. “You had a birthday yesterday, right?”
“Sure did.”
“And how was that?”
“Real nice. I got cake.”
Pete’s smile grew wider. “So, how are things with you and Cody?”
Ted’s eyes lowered so he was now looking at his hands resting in his lap and a blush rose in his cheeks. “Things are, uh… real nice.”
“Did you two make love last night?”
The blush grew even deeper. While Pete would ask him about his relationship with Cody, he normally brushed it off by saying that Cody was always there for him in his times of need. He always tried to avoid any questions about the sexual nature of their relationship, but right now it didn’t look like Pete was going to let him go on this one. “In a sense. We, uh, we didn’t do that, if that’s what you’re askin’.”
“But you were intimate,” she stated.
“Yeah,” Ted answered quietly.
“Good.”
“You think it’s a good thing Cody and me are breakin’ the rules like that?”
“I do. I never would have thought you two would get along, but the Lord works in mysterious ways that no one will ever quite understand.”
Sometimes, Ted realized, it was easy to forget that the shrink you were talking to was also a nun. She dug so easily into his brain, then went and turned it around, bringing God back into the equation. “Can I blame God for what happened to me? Sister, I grew up Christian. I’m here as part of the Christians. But I don’t understand how God could have let that happen to me, especially if, like you and Father Mukada say, he was the one that gave me Cody. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve followed His word, and even now, even though I’m with Cody, I still try to follow His word to the best of my ability. And I never meant any harm to anyone in here, yet,” Ted took a deep breath, “Kennedy still…”
“Sometimes, Ted, it’s best not to question how He works.”
“How can I not question it?! Sure, Kennedy ended up dead, but Schillinger is still alive, and even so, Kennedy’s dying doesn’t take anything back!” Ted’s eyes widened and he clasped his hand over his mouth. He hadn’t told anyone but Cody about Schillinger’s part in his rape.
Sister Pete stood up from her seat and stared down at Ted. “Did you say Schillinger?” Ted remained silent. “Theodore, did you say Schillinger took part in your rape?” After moment after moment of stillness, Ted finally nodded. “How come you never told anyone before?”
“I was scared. I still am scared. I’m sure he thinks I had something to do with Kennedy’s death, and I can’t help but say that I’m glad he’s dead. But I don’t want to think about what could happen to me or to Cody if word gets out that I gave up Schillinger.”
“Ted, if you’re willing to testify against him, we can get Schillinger on multiple rape charges and have him locked away in solitary.”
“Sure, so his Aryan groupies can come after me again. Or they could go after Cody, or John, or Randy. Divide and conquer. I don’t think so.”
She reached out and placed her hand over his elbow as it rested on her desk. “Ted, you can’t think about that. If you can get him, their leader, locked away, the Aryans will have far less pull over everyone in here.”
“I can’t do it, Sister. I’m not risking another Kennedy happening.” He stood from his seat and gave her a sad smile. “I’m sorry, Sister, but I can’t. I’ll see you next week.” And with that, he turned and walked out the door.
Pete sat back down, staring down the hallway as Ted left the room. That man, Vern Schillinger, had caused so much trouble in Oz. Yet no one he acted out against was ever willing to speak up and speak out. Every last one of them was scared about the repercussions. Even Tobias had acted in retribution of his own accord. And now, as a psychiatrist, she was legally bound to silence.
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