Fic time FINALLY!
Title: Band on the Run
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Randy Orton
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Randy's life dream is to start a band in high school and make it big. Only he's got one problem, he doesn't have the players. That is until he meets Cody Rhodes. The journey goes from senior year in high school to a year later.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 8638
A/N: It's taken me forever to write this... I hope it doesn't suck...
He was too good for this. He was Randy fuckin’ Orton, for Christ’s sake. Not like that meant anything. Yet. Someday, though, someday he’d make it big. Once he graduated. And got out of this town. And quit working at Best Buy. But he was only doing that as a job on the side. A little after school job that his parents demanded he get simply to get him out of the house for a few hours each day.
His real goal, though, was to form a band. Sex, drugs and rock and roll was a philosophy he found he could really get behind. That was part of the reason he picked Best Buy as his temporary employer, the discount on CDs and records gave him the opportunity to stock up on all his favourites, which led to him practicing his guitar every night as he listened to the same song over and over until he knew it by heart.
All he needed now was a drummer. And a bassist would help. A singer would probably benefit the group, as well. But at least there would be a killer guitar player. It was after work, and Randy was up in his room playing his guitar, as always. He sighed as thoughts of him in a world famous band flashed through his mind. It would happen. People all over the world would someday know the name Randy Orton, of that he was certain.
With a final strum of the strings, he set the guitar back into its stand and sat down on his bed. He didn’t want to go to work tomorrow morning for 8. Shit, it was a Friday night, he should be going out drinking at his friend’s house, not climbing into bed nice and early so he could wake up in time to go to work Saturday morning.
His alarm went off at 7, and, like a zombie, he rolled out of bed, his eyes still shut, and shuffled over towards the general area of his closet. He bent down to pick up the blue polo shirt required at work, found some black pants and underwear and tossed them onto his bed before shuffling off to the shower.
As he walked out of the bathroom and into his own room, towel around his waist, he shook his head at the heavy, blue shirt. It just wasn’t fair that the world was being deprived of his handsome face and impeccable body, well, getting closer to impeccable, anyway. He glanced down to his stomach, deciding that he’d have to start working more on that six pack. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was 20 past, and he had a solid thirty minute drive to work. Just enough time to get dressed and grab a quick coffee at Dunkin Donuts before heading in through the front doors with about a minute to spare. Sounded like a good plan.
He turned into the Dunks, planning on going to the drive through window, until he saw the line. He gave an annoyed huff and pulled into a parking space. The line inside the place wasn’t too long, and all he wanted was a fuckin’ big ass coffee so he could get some caffeine pumping through his system.
“Welcome to Dunkin Donuts, how can I help you today?” asked the kid behind the counter.
Randy glanced down at him, thinking he looked familiar, but not sure where he had seen him before. “Large coffee, black.”
“Is that all for you this morning?”
“Yeah,” he said, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“That’ll be $1.79.”
Randy took two dollars out of his wallet and handed them over to Cody, who then gave Randy his change. Before telling him to go stand to the side to wait for his coffee, he had to say, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“Don’t know.”
“Because you look really familiar.”
Randy grabbed his shirt just by the Best Buy logo and said, “Maybe you’ve seen me at work.”
The coffee was set down on the table by the register and he pushed it towards Randy. “I don’t think so.”
“Maybe it’ll come to you later, then,” Randy said, still annoyed he had to be up this early, as he grabbed his coffee and left.
Cody watched Randy’s back, well, more so his ass than anything, as he left. He knew he had seen him before. But where? That wasn’t the kind of face one would forget easily. However, it seemed as though he was blowing smoke, since the guy didn’t even seem to care if they did know each other from somewhere.
Little did Cody know, though, that Randy was wondering the exact same thing. Randy walked through the front doors of Best Buy and headed back to the employee break room. He drank down a majority of his coffee before clocking in and going to the floor to help the manager with whatever it was he needed help with.
All day, Randy couldn’t get Cody out of his mind. The name he read off the name tag didn’t even sound familiar. Wait, there was a Cody in his algebra class freshman year. Only knew the name, though, he never actually paid attention to the class or anyone else in it. Hold on, wasn’t there a Cody in his biology class sophomore year, too? Unless he was just making shit up, trying to remember who this guy was despite never having seen him before.
“Randy, help them bring this TV out to their car,” his manager told him, breaking him out of his thought process.
“Sure thing.”
After dragging on for what seemed like much, much longer than six hours, the work day was over and Randy was finally able to go home. He was thanking his lucky stars he didn’t have to work the next day. He’d actually be able to go over to his friend’s house and drink after missing out the night before. He didn’t know who else might be at John’s, but he figured he’d bring his guitar, just incase there were some girls there he could impress into sleeping with him. There was nothing quite like a man with a guitar.
He showed up, noticing that it was just the usual crowd, no hot chicks to woo into bed. “Hey, man, why can’t you ever ask any members of the opposite sex over?” he asked as soon as he was through the door.
“Because I don’t want to risk your drunk ass windin’ up fuckin’ some chick in my parents’ or my bedroom, thank you very much. Bad enough that time I walked in on, who was it, Stacy? Giving you head in the fuckin’ kitchen.”
“Oh, I get it, dude, you’re trying to eliminate all the competition so you can be the one to get into my pants. That’s cool, man, I’m not gonna judge you. Certainly can’t blame you. But I gotta let you down. I don’t want anywhere near your dick, and I don’t want mine anywhere near you.”
“Fuck off. You can go get drunk by yourself at home if you keep that shit up.”
“I know an empty threat when I hear one. You could never kick me out,” he continued saying as he sat down on the couch next to their friend Dave. He was handed a half full bottle of Jack Daniels, followed by a joint as soon as he drank and passed the bottle back. He leaned back into the seat cushion, resting his legs on the coffee table.
“Do you have to do that shit in here?” John asked, snatching the joint right out of Randy’s mouth. “My parents will be able to smell this shit once they get home.”
“Party pooper,” Randy muttered, reaching out for the bottle again. “You have no moral objection to underage drinking, yet as soon as the evil,” he looked around, dropping his voice as he said the next word, “marijuana comes into play, you turn into such a puss.”
“Fuck you. Just shut up and drink already…”
“Don’t think I can do the first part of that. Got no interest in you fucking me, told you that already. And since when do I shut up? I can, however, drink.”
“How’s your band coming along?” Dave asked, trying to change the subject to get them to stop going at each other.
“Still just got a guitar player. Really guys, I’ll take any help you have to offer.”
“I couldn’t play the recorder back in elementary school,” Dave told him, “what makes you think I’d be able to play any other instrument?”
“Well, you’re no help…” He turned to John, “You sing, right? Why not sing in my kickass band?”
“Do you have a name yet?”
“I’ve tossed a few ideas around, but I haven’t settled on anything yet. I’d like to get a few more members before finalizing a name.”
“Tell you what, you find yourself whatever else it is you need, then I’ll see what you guys can do. If I like what I hear, I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll take it.”
The night drew on, the guys finding themselves drunker by the minute. They had moved upstairs to John’s room as soon as 11 rolled around, since John’s parents would be getting home any minute. Dave was passed out on a bean bag chair and two others were leaned against the wall, heads lolled to the side. John and Randy were on John’s bed, sitting on opposite sides, talking.
“Do you know if we go to school with anyone named Cody?” Randy slurred, finally lying back onto one of the plush pillows.
“Not a clue. Why you askin’?”
“No reason,” Randy lied. “Just think this kid at Dunks was hittin’ on me this mornin’, that’s all.”
“Ooo, Randal’s got an admirer.”
“Knock that shit off.”
“Noticed him enough to notice his nametag. Unless he wrote his name and number on the receipt for you,” John teased.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Bet you were flirting back, weren’t you?”
“NO!” Randy shouted, causing the three slumped over bodies to blink themselves back into consciousness.
“Maybe you should yell a little quieter next time,” John said, all while laughing at Randy’s expense.
“Remind me again why we’re friends?”
“Because you wouldn’t have any if I weren’t your friend?”
“There’s that. So, what are you gonna do with them?” he asked, jerking his head to their friends.
“They’re fine. I think they’ve passed out there before. Look, I’m gonna go to bed now, feel free to go wherever.”
Once at school Monday morning, Randy slid down along his locker to sit on the floor, math book open in front of him as he tried to scribble out some more problems for his probability and statistics class. He looked up when he saw a pair of feet next to him and grinned as John sat down next to him. “Someone forget to do their homework?”
“Didn’t forget. Just didn’t do it. There’s a difference.”
“Why the hell did you take a math class, anyway? We’re seniors, we finished with our required math classes last year with algebra 2.”
“It sounded interesting at the time?”
“Your guidance councilor signed you into it, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Randy answered with a nod, turning back to the homework. “It’s not that bad, really. Nothing like that shit they taught us in algebra. It’s actually kinda easy.”
“Good morning, Randal,” his math teacher, Mr. Grande greeted as he walked past, noticing the work his student was doing. “Hope you have that done in the next ten minutes.”
Randy scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly at his teacher. “Yup, will do.”
The teacher then walked off, continuing until he got to the math department office at the end of the hall. “How many times has he done that over the semester?”
“More times than I kept track of. I always get it done in time, though.”
Managing to get his math homework done just in time, Randy went through the rest of the day in much the same manner. In stats class, he did his Spanish homework, in Spanish he did his English work, in English, however, he was forced to do English, since the teacher had an eagle eye. But then he had a study hall, followed by lunch, which gave him plenty of time to do his physics and psychology homework. The rest of the week it was the same old song and dance.
Saturday, he was called in again, bright and early for 9, this time. Since it was always nice to have that extra cash, he said sure, he’d come in. This time he left a little earlier so he didn’t have to hurry out of Dunks, should Cody actually be there again.
Of course, this time when he pulled into the lot, there was no drive through line. He went inside anyway, telling himself that he was doing his part in saving the environment by not idling his car.
“Welcome to Dunkin Donuts, how can I help you?” Cody asked, repeating the same line he asked last time. But, before Randy could answer, Cody asked another question, “Another black coffee, or did you want to try something a little more exciting today? Some sugar or cream, perhaps?”
“Well, do you have any other suggestions?”
“I might. Did you want something hot?”
Randy cocked his eyebrow slightly, any number of responses running through his mind. “Doesn’t matter. Hot or cold, so long as it’s good.”
“Tell ya what, I’ll make you an iced caramel latte on the house.”
“I can live with free coffee,” he said with a genuine smile. He watched as Cody made his drink, wondering where the hell he knew him from.
“You seem like you’re in a better mood this week,” Cody told him.
“There’s a load of difference between going in for 8 and going in for 9.”
Cody grabbed the can of whipped cream and loaded it up, pushing the laws of physics to the limit, then practically poured an entire jar of caramel on top. “There ya go. You better enjoy that.”
Randy took a straw and opened it, sticking it through the whipped cream so he could try some. “This is pretty good.” It struck him just then that this could be considered flirting, couldn’t it?
“Did you doubt me?”
“Nope.” John would never hear about this meeting.
“So, are you sure we’ve never seen each other before?”
“I have no idea. I’ve been wondering that myself. Are you still in school?”
“Yeah, actually. I’m a senior at Northwood.”
“You’re shitting me. I’m a senior there, too.”
“You’re in high school?” Cody looked shocked, he thought this guy was much older than his own age.
“Yeah. Are you the same Cody that was in algebra 1 with Carver freshman year?”
“Uh, yeah, actually. Who are you?”
“Randy Orton.”
“Oh, I thought you looked familiar! We had bio together, right? And you’re the one that hung up those signs all over school to call you if we were interested in joining your band.”
“Yes on both accounts. You interested?”
“Might be.”
“Why didn’t you call sooner?” Randy questioned, taking his straw and scooping up a large dollop of caramel covered whipped cream, bringing it to his mouth and closing his lips around it.
Cody couldn’t stop staring at those lips, at that mouth, wanting to be that straw. He shook his head, he was jealous of a straw? This couldn’t be good. “Sorry, uh, I mean, we don’t know each other.”
“So? The reason I put that up was because none of my lame ass friends have a lick of musical talent inside ‘em. I was looking to branch out.”
“And you haven’t gotten anyone?”
“I might have a bassist. Maybe. Unless I can find someone better.”
“Well, I can play bass. I’m better on the drums, though.”
“Wait a second. You’re in the marching band, aren’t you? I see you at all the football games and shit.”
“Yeah, that’d be me. Cody Rhodes, band geek.”
“But you’d really be interested in joining my band? Got any friends that can play?”
Cody gave him a look. “I’m in band, yeah, I know a few people that can play.”
“Well, how about you swing by later today and I’ll see what you can do?”
“I’d love to. Want me to call my friends, or wait on them?”
“Wait on them. We need to see if you’re on par with my standards.”
“Trust me, I’ll go above and beyond.”
“I like your attitude.”
“I try. Now tell me, where exactly am I swinging by?”
“Right, my address. Can I have some paper?” Cody hit a button, giving him a small piece of receipt paper, which he slid to Randy, along with a pen. Randy scribbled his address and phone number, then handed it back to Cody. “There, just call before you come over. I’m getting out of work at 3 today, so anytime after 4 would be perfect. Time it right, my mom might even let you stay for dinner.”
“Cool. Thanks. I’ll be there.”
Randy smiled, then took his cell out of his pocket, muttering, “Shit,” when he saw he spent a lot more time at Dunkin Donuts than he originally planned. “Fuck, I gotta run. See ya!” he said as he turned and left for work.
Cody couldn’t believe what just happened. He just flirted with a hot guy and got that hot guy’s phone number so he could try out to be in said hot guy’s band. He tucked the piece of paper into his pocket, and wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face all day.
Randy got home right at 3:30, and half an hour later, 4 o’clock on the dot, he heard the doorbell ring. He set his guitar in the stand and headed out of his room, only to find his mother had already answered the door. “Hello?”
“Hi, uhh,” Cody stammered, “I’m here to see Randy.”
“Oh, come in, Randy’s just,” she turned around to point to the stairs to show Cody where his room was, only to find that Randy was standing at the bottom of the staircase, “right here.”
“Hey, Cody. Mom, Cody’s here to try out for my band.”
“That’s nice,” she said with a smile. “I guess I’ll leave you to it. Nice to meet you,” she added to Cody.
“Thank you, you as well.”
“C’mon,” Randy said, jerking his head towards the second floor. Cody followed, and was soon sitting on Randy’s bed while Randy grabbed his guitar. “Ok, so I imagine that you’d like to hear what I can do before you do your thing.”
“Wouldn’t object.” As Randy began to play, Cody couldn’t decide where to stare at more. There was his beautiful face that was positively glowing, his eyes shut as he concentrated on the music. Then there were his fingers, those long fingers that wrapped around the neck, and Cody could only imagine them elsewhere, working him like he worked the guitar. Cody swallowed, crossing his legs to try and hide the growing hardness. He tried to look away, because he knew it was the sight in front of him that was doing this to him, but he couldn’t. He was captivated. Shit, he didn’t want to look away.
Finally, Randy opened his eyes and stopped his playing. “So, you still interested?”
“What? Oh, yeah… Yeah, I am. Definitely interested.” He gulped again, knowing he was unable to hide his want when he spoke. Would Randy still let him try out despite that?
Randy didn’t miss the sound of desire in Cody’s voice. Of course, he noticed it while at Dunks, as well. Cody was most definitely interested, and it was obvious he was interested in more than just playing in a band. But Randy had to push that aside, he wouldn’t let Cody’s feelings for him completely dismiss him from getting a chance to play with him. “Good. Let’s see what you can do.”
“You’ve got drums, too?”
“Sure do. I do a little bit of everything, just better on guitar.”
“All right.” Cody stood, then headed over to the corner where Randy had a drum set all set up, begging to be played. He sat behind it and picked up the sticks, then began to hit out a nice, solid rhythm. This time he was the one that lost himself in his music as Randy watched on, grinning as his head nodded in time to the beat. Cody banged the cymbal, looking up at Randy as he did, a smile forming on his own face when he saw him. “So, what’s the verdict?”
“You’re not half bad,” Randy told him with a smirk.
“That mean I’m in?”
“Unless someone better shows up.”
“Fat chance.” He stood up and walked over to Randy, “You won’t find anyone better than me.”
“That so?”
“That’s a fact,” he answered with a cocky confidence as he moved in even closer to Randy’s personal space.
“You’re awful sure of yourself.”
“When you’re that good, you got a right to be.”
They were now face to face, Cody hoping he hadn’t crossed the line, barring any chances he had to get into the group, much less get with Randy. “I like your attitude.
”
“That all you like?”
Randy’s hand went up to grip behind Cody’s neck as his other hand held onto Cody’s hip, pulling the smaller man in closer to him. “No,” he breathed out before he brought his lips down to Cody’s. Cody closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, letting his tongue out to work its way into Randy’s mouth. Cody’s own hands were clutching onto the back of Randy’s shirt, his fists holding tight bunches of fabric as the kiss, the most intense kiss he experienced in his life, continued.
But then came the moment that he had been dreading: Randy pulled out of the kiss. They stared at each other, Cody letting his eyes roam over Randy’s face, noting the lust in his eyes, the flushed cheeks and the abused looking lips. “Did I just fuck up my chances?”
The corners of Randy’s lips rose in a small smile, “If anything, you just improved them. So, you wanna come with me to my friend John’s house? Me and some other guys go over there every Saturday, drink, shoot the shit… I don’t think he’d mind me bringing a guest.”
“Are you asking me out?” Cody asked with a smirk.
“Fuck off. You’re meeting my friends, that’s all… We can leave from here at 7, after we eat if you’re up for it?”
“You want me to stay for dinner and meet the parents? You move fast, this how it is with all the people you make out with?”
“Would you shut up? I’ll revoke the invite if you keep that shit up.”
“Shutting up. And you’re sure your friend won’t mind?”
“Nah. He might be the singer, anyway, so it’ll be like a big group introduction.”
“Sounds cool.”
“Yeah. So, you wanna jam some more?”
“Hell yeah, man,” Cody said, smiling, as he moved back behind the drums. “Just wait till you hear me on my own drum set. Got this fuckin’ kick ass set up.”
“You know, you’re half bad for a band geek,” Randy joked with a smirk, half expecting a drumstick to be hurled at his head.
“So I’ve been told. Now shut up and play.”
They played for hours, completely losing track of time as they got into their music. Cody picked up the bass guitar a couple times, showing Randy just what he could do. Randy even handed over his precious guitar so he could see more of Cody’s musical abilities. The kid was a natural, there was no doubting that. They played until Randy’s mother called them downstairs, telling them that dinner was ready if they were interested. And, as the case was with all teenage boys, no matter how much they loved music, good food was always a little greater.
As soon as they finished eating, they headed over to John’s, both in Randy’s car. “You might wanna call your parents, tell ‘em you’re staying at my house, because, while I don’t know about you, I’m planning on getting trashed,” Randy told him on the drive over.
“Sounds good to me. You’re sure he won’t mind me crashing there?”
“I’m positive. I can call him, if you want. I mean, it’s pretty late to turn back now, we’re already half way there.”
“It’s ok… I’ll just let my mom know I won’t be coming home tonight.”
Randy parked the car and they both got out. Without even bothering to knock, Randy opened the door to John’s house, grinning when he saw John sitting on the couch with a bag of chips open next to him. “What’s this, dude, where’s the party at?”
“It’s always a party when I’m around,” John replied, getting up to go greet Randy.
“Sure. Hey, remember when I asked if we went to school with anyone named Cody?”
“Yeah?”
Randy turned his head to the side and grabbed Cody’s arm, pulling him inside the house. “Well, it turns out we do. Cody, this is John, John, this is Cody, my new drummer.”
John held out his hand, which Cody took in a handshake. “Good to meet ya, buddy. I think I’ve seen you around before, though.”
“Think I’ve seen you before, too.”
John smirked as he released the handshake. “So, you actually wanna play in this guy’s band?”
“Gotta be better than playing in marching band, right? Felt I should set my sights slightly higher, ya know?”
“You’re in marching band?”
“Yeah, I mean, I have a real talent for music, and it was the only way I could express myself. I know it sounds lame, but it’s really not that bad.”
“Well, now that introductions are done, where the fuck is everyone?” Randy asked.
“No idea,” John answered. “Dave’s usually here by now, so I don’t know where in the blue hell he is. Brandon told me he wasn’t coming, since he has some hot date, or some shit like that. Dunno where Paul is, for all I know, he’s the hot date Brandon was talking about.”
Cody and Randy glanced at each other, both still feeling that charge from earlier. That kiss had been something else… Randy was the first to look away, back to John. “Well, fuck ‘em, we’re here, no need to hold things off further.”
Soon, the alcohol was flowing freely between the three of them, a game of poker going on between them on the coffee table. The three were trashed, having done shots of whiskey with beer for chasers. The whole duration of the game, Randy and Cody were drunkenly flirting over the table, neither really aware of the fact, and John was oblivious to all but the stack of chips in front of him.
“I have to piss. Don’t you even think of touching these chips, I know exactly how many I have,” John managed to slur out.
“Sure you do. You don’t even know which way is left right now.”
“Looks like he still knows which one’s his middle finger,” Cody said, giggling.
“You can both suck my dick.”
John laughed as he walked off to the bathroom, but Cody turned all his attention to Randy. “That an offer?” he asked, swaying slightly before bracing himself by placing his elbows on the table.
Randy cocked his eyebrow at him, “You wanna, or something?”
Cody leaned forward, moving in closer to Randy’s face. “You want me to? Cuz I’m not one to turn down an offer like that.”
Now Randy moved in further, their noses were now touching, “Then, yeah, I’m offering.”
Cody tilted his head slightly, letting his lips once again meet Randy’s. He felt Randy’s hand moving to the back of his neck, curling into the hairs, gripping them tight as their tongues met in a battle of dominance.
“Woah, what the fuck is going on?!” John shouted, seeming instantly sober as he saw his long time best friend with his tongue down another guy’s throat.
The pair broke apart, shaking their heads at the sound of John’s voice, trying to sober up themselves. Randy looked back to John, then to Cody and back to John. “I… We… He…”
“We were kissing,” Cody said bluntly. “If you have a problem with me being gay, say something now so I can call my mom and tell her that I’m not staying anymore.”
“Wait, you’re gay?” Randy asked.
“Are you joking right now? I just told you I love sucking cock. Last I checked, that meant I was gay.”
“Don’t got a problem with it,” John answered. “Just shocked to see it happening on my parents’ coffee table.”
“Was this more shocking than seeing me getting sucked off by Stacy?”
“No… No, not really… Always thought you were coming onto me.”
Randy glared while Cody laughed. “Shoulda seen him at Dunkin Donuts.”
“I said you were flirting back! Oh, man, you are so busted.”
Their joking continued throughout the night, and before they knew it, it was the following morning and Cody and Randy were on the way back to Randy’s.
The rest of the school year went by, the two growing closer until they had their first fuck not even a week after their first kiss.
This time Randy had gone to Cody’s, so he could hear Cody playing his own drum set. Damn, he knew how to play. He had added some drums, making his set larger than average, while giving additional tones to their music. Then Cody sat back as Randy plugged his guitar in and began to play. Cody couldn’t help but grin as he heard the opening bars of “The Joker” start. He grinned even further as Randy started to sing. That was one thing he didn’t do much, sing while he played. Randy’s low voice rang sweet in Cody’s ears, and he didn’t miss the look Randy gave him as he sang, “I’m a picker, I’m a grinner, I’m a lover and I’m a sinner.”
Once Randy finished, Cody had no doubt that Randy had sung that just for him, shit, he rarely sang in front of John, his best friend. Cody stood from his seat, moving closer to Randy, such as they had done nearly a week before hand. “You sayin’ you like my peaches?”
“Only if it means I can shake your tree,” he replied, unable to fight the smirk at the terrible puns.
Cody grabbed onto the front of Randy’s t-shirt, pulling him down so their mouths met in a fierce kiss. Cody’s hands slid from Randy’s shirt to behind his neck where he could pull him in even further. Randy’s hands didn’t stop moving, going from Cody’s head to his ass to up his shirt, finally deciding that removing said shirt would be the best plan of action. When their lips broke apart as Cody’s t-shirt was flung to the floor, Cody asked, “You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah, are you?”
“Told you I never turned down a nice dick.” He placed a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before going on, “You know Teddy DiBiase?”
“No.”
“Plays clarinet in marching band, piano in concert band?”
“No.”
Cody shook his head, returning his mouth to Randy’s neck, speaking in between bites and kisses, “I think I first kissed him when we were around twelve… Slept with him when we were fourteen. Oh, band camp…”
“Jeez, I never thought a band geek would have it in him.”
Cody grinned, once more pulling Randy’s lips to his, spinning them so his back was pressed to the cool cement wall of his basement room, Randy’s body crushing into his. “You wouldn’t be the first to think that. Now, we gonna do this?”
“Yeah.”
“Here, or the bed?”
“Your room, you decide.”
“You’re the guest. I’m up for anything.,” Cody said, kissing Randy, grabbing his bottom lip with his teeth as he watched Randy’s eyes flutter shut.
“Here.”
Looking into Randy’s now open eyes, Cody let his hands drop to Randy’s belt, undoing the buckle before unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down, finally able to push his jeans down over his hips. Randy let them fall, pooling around his ankles, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
In one fluid motion, Cody pushed his own jeans and boxers down to the floor, kicking them off, leaving him standing there, naked as the day he was born save for a silver chain necklace around his neck.
“Goddamn, wanted to do this since the day you walked into Dunks,” Cody told him. When he glanced up at Randy, he noticed he wasn’t paying attention to a word coming out of his mouth. His eyes were trained on one thing and one thing only. He bit his own bottom lip now as he wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking it slowly up and down, twisting his hand just so, and he saw that Randy’s eyes were following his hand’s path. “What’re you thinkin’ about? Thinkin’ about me pushing myself deep inside you?”
Randy was speechless. What the fuck kind of secret lives did these marching band people live? And when he heard Cody asking him if he was thinking about getting fucked by him, he was too shocked to even contemplate lying, his brain hadn’t regained that function yet. So he nodded and muttered, “Uh-huh.” So much for pounding Cody into the wall.
Cody’s left hand was behind Randy’s neck, bringing his head down next to his ear. “I can, ya know. Wanna know what it’s like? Getting fucked?” Another nod from Randy was all Cody needed as a go ahead. He once more repositioned them, this time moving himself behind Randy, whispering further into Randy’s ear, “Spread your legs.”
Randy went out as far as he could with the restrictions of the clothing still in place and leaned forward, his hands bracing him on the wall. As Randy did that, Cody sauntered over to a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a couple condoms, the extras he tossed on the bed. He walked back to Randy, admiring the sight in front of him. He ran a hand over his smooth ass, raising goosebumps as his fingers trailed along. He then pushed Randy’s shirt up, high enough to reveal the start of a back piece. “Can’t wait to look at you all properly. But now…” He quickly opened the bottle, pouring some lube into his hand just before he slipped a finger inside Randy’s tight ass. The ring of muscle contracted around him, as Randy was completely new to the sensation. Cody kissed along Randy’s neck, letting the t-shirt fall back down, covering his back once more. “It’ll be ok.” At those three words, he could feel Randy’s body relaxing, and he pushed his finger in deeper, until it was finally all the way inside.
This was one of those moments where Randy couldn’t believe he was doing what he was doing. He was just about to have sex with a man. Not only that, he was about to get fucked by a man. And he really wanted it, too. He felt Cody’s finger withdraw, and heard the unmistakable sound of the condom wrapper being opened. Oh, god, when the tip of Cody’s cock pressed against his entrance, he wondered what the fuck he got himself into. The finger had been one thing, nothing could prepare him for this, though. He inhaled sharply as Cody began pushing inside, the pain overwhelming.
Once again, Cody resorted to whispering into Randy’s ear, trying to soothe him, to relax his body enough for him to push all the way in. Cody was saying anything that came to his mind, “Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good,” and, “So tight, feels so good bein’ inside you.” The talking worked, and he eventually had Randy pushing his hips out, taking in more, until Cody was sheathed inside.
As Cody thrust his hips back and forth, he brushed against Randy’s prostate, resulting in a cry of sheer pleasure from his band mate. “Oh, fuuuuck!”
“Lucky no one’s home right now,” Cody mumbled, before letting out a moan of his own as Randy’s ass clenched around his dick. “I said it’d feel good, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” Randy said, his voice breathy as his orgasm approached.
“I’m so close, Randy, gonna come.” And he did, his body jerking forward as the orgasm overtook him. When he finished, he pulled out slowly, removing the used condom from himself and tossing it into the trash. He noticed Randy had yet to finish, so before Randy could turn, he moved back behind Randy, letting his body meld into Randy’s, and wrapped a hand around Randy’s leaking cock as his mouth once more worked on Randy’s neck. He jerked Randy off, same as he did himself, which he found satisfied nearly all the men he had been with. Randy was no different. A few strokes in, and he was done, his cum spurting onto the white walls.
Finally, Randy turned around, facing a still naked Cody. “Jesus.”
“I, uh… I think we work well together,” Cody said with a smirk. Truth be told, that spark he had with Randy, the one that came to a head last week, had made this easily one of the best fucks of Cody’s life. “Next time I’ll let you top.”
“Sounds like a plan… So, when’s next time?”
Cody raised an eyebrow. “Whenever you’re ready.” He glanced down at Randy’s dick, and he was wondering if he had even gone soft, as Randy was practically fully hard as he spoke.
“Well, would you look at that.” Randy bent down, kicking off his shoes, finally taking off the jeans and boxers, removing his socks in the process. Cody grabbed the hem of Randy’s shirt and pulled it over his head, letting it join the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I guess you got your answer,” Cody replied before he kissed Randy once more, letting himself get push walked over to his bed.
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During school time, they still didn’t hang around with each other much, only saying hi as they passed in the halls. They were both content to stick with their own friends when school was in session. But then they had graduated, it was summer, and they had no school to look forward to in the fall. They finally had time to get the band together, which now had a bassist, one of Cody’s fellow marching and concert band friends, and they played every day.
They started getting gigs at local bars in West Newbury, and with every show the air was charged with Cody and Randy’s sexual energy. As their popularity grew, their gigs got further away, moving on from small bars in West Newbury to small bars an hour away in the big city of Boston. Those gigs in little bars in Boston turned into bigger bars in the city, opening doors for them everywhere.
That entire summer, they played in Boston, and Cody and Randy’s relationship was burning up on and off stage. Cody sat in the back at his drum set, watching as Randy played, moving his hips in time with the music pouring out of his guitar, completely mesmerized by the sight. After every concert they played, the two could be found anywhere from the side of the building, the car or their hotel room fucking, going off of their sexual charge and the adrenaline coursing through their bodies from the performance.
And that’s how it went, taking a break from doing their larger gigs in Boston once John returned to college. The other members would keep playing around, but nothing major happened again until the following summer, when they were asked to New York.
The guys loaded up their equipment in the back of Cody’s pickup truck, then all four of them piled in to make the several hour drive down to the hustling and bustling New York City. They would be playing in the same underground bar for the next few days before moving onto another bar, still in New York City.
Their first show went amazingly well, the crowd was into it, loving both their cover songs and original music.
After the show, they started to disassemble their equipment, moving it back to the truck. As Randy slung his guitar over his shoulder, he felt a body move up behind him, and he knew it wasn’t Cody, far from it, as he could feel the girl’s tits pressing into his shoulder. “You put on a damn good show,” she said into his ear.
“Thank you.” He turned his head, facing the girl. She was on something, of that Randy was certain. He made to walk away, but she was still clinging to him. “I gotta finish putting all my shit away.”
“Can’t I come with you?”
“No.”
“Are you coming back?”
“Maybe.”
Reluctantly, she let him go, “Ok, I’ll be waiting for you.”
Randy didn’t reply as he walked off, grabbing one of their amps along the way to also pack up. He walked past Cody, who was taking his drum set back to the truck. “The fuck was that all about?” Cody asked, catching up to Randy.
“Dunno, but if I were a betting man, I’d say she wanted to be our first official groupie. Fuckin’ trippin, though.”
They were outside now, loading their things into the back cab. “Not gonna be the last time this happens.”
“Far from it… Now let’s go back in there and just try and have a good time, ok?”
Cody grinned and followed Randy back inside. Randy headed to the bar, flashing his fake ID at the bartender so he could get himself and his band mates some drinks. While he was waiting for the drinks, that girl was next to him once more. “So, you did come back inside.”
“Sure did.”
She moved in closer, whispering softly into his ear, “Well, why don’t we go back outside?”
“I’d actually like to enjoy my drinks,” he told her, trying to move back to the table where the rest of the guys were sitting.
“Ok, I’ll just come with you.”
Randy sighed, but new it would be a lost cause trying to argue with her, she wasn’t even with it. He brought the drinks to the table, setting one glass of beer in front of everyone. He raised his glass, smiling as he faced his band mates, “To our first show in NYC, may each one be greater than the last.”
Soon, they were drinking shots of straight tequila, one right after another. No one had any idea how much they had, but they all sure as hell knew they were well beyond drunk. That chick was still hanging around, too. She caught Randy when he was going back to the bar. Cody was distracted, talking to someone about the show, not looking at where Randy had gone off to.
“Come with me now.” She grabbed his arm and he followed, too drunk to even attempt to resist, or think about what he was doing. When they were outside, she leaned back against the dirty brick wall, pulling Randy to her.
However, when their lips touched, Randy broke it off. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“I’m with someone.”
“Well, you’re from Mass, right? You’re outta state, away from any connections.”
He pushed himself further backwards, “Shit, no, I can’t. He’s in the fuckin’ band,” Randy blurted out, not even thinking about what he said.
“He?” She shook her head, “Fine, if you want to play the good boyfriend, at least try this.” She reached into her small purse, pulling out a little vial.
“Wuz that?”
“That doesn’t matter.” She held it to her nose and snorted, her body shaking as the initial rush took over. When he held it out to Randy, he looked at her suspiciously, knowing in the back of his head he shouldn’t be doing this, but not caring. Isn’t this the life he always told himself he’d lead? Sex, drugs, rock and roll, right? That’s what it was all about.
“Fuck it,” he said before snorting some of the vial’s contents.
“First time?”
Randy nodded, his body beginning to feel the effects of the drug.
“Makes you feel good, though, doesn’t it?” When Randy nodded again, she once more grabbed his shirt and pressed her lips to his. This time there was no fight in him, he didn’t care who he was kissing, he just knew that he felt amazing. “Let’s go.”
He followed her to a sleazy motel, paying for a room which they occupied the entire night.
Back in the bar, Cody had started to wonder where Randy got off to. He wasn’t by the truck, nor was he in the bathroom, and he didn’t see him on his numerous scans of the crowd. Come to think of it, he didn’t see that skank that had been hanging around them, either. No, Randy wouldn’t… Would he? Randy wasn’t returning his texts, wasn’t answering the phone and was nowhere to be seen. “Fucker.”
The next morning, Randy woke up, his head pounding and body aching. The sun coming in through the space between the curtains wasn’t helping any. He slowly sat up and planted his feet on the floor, eyes still shut. He took a deep breath and stood, finally opening his eyes. When he turned around, he nearly passed out when he saw that he had been sharing a bed with someone. Someone who wasn’t Cody. “Oh, God… Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted, kicking a chair with his barefoot, the pain traveling through him quickly. “What the fuck did I do?” Maybe the sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll lifestyle wasn’t for him.
“What does it look like you did?” came a mumbled voice from the bed.
Randy said nothing to her as he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on, leaving the room and motel as fast as he could. He hopped a cab, going to the motel the rest of the band was staying at for the time they’d be down in the city. As soon as he arrived, he headed to the room, 27, and found that everyone was still asleep, Cody alone on a bed while John had the other, and their bassist, Allan, lying across two chairs.
At the sound of a door closing, Cody opened his eyes. He rubbed the sleep out of them, a frown on his face when he saw Randy was standing there. “I can’t believe you,” was all he said.
“I can explain.”
“You had sex with her.”
“I didn’t want to.”
Cody glared at him even further, standing up to get closer. “You got drunk and you fucked her.”
“I took something.”
“You what?”
“She… she snorted some shit and then gave it to me.”
“Goddammit, Randy, what the fuck were… No, I’m not even gonna finish that question. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Jesus Christ. You know, we’ve been together for over a year and I’ve not once strayed from you. Not once. And then you come to New York City, the Big Apple, and suddenly it’s ok to take drugs from some stranger and then fuck her, cheating on me in the process? And now what? You want me to forgive you? Is that what you want? Do you want me to say that it’s ok because you were high on some shit and weren’t thinking straight? You know what, Randy? Fuck. Off.”
“Cody, I swear I told her-”
“Newsflash, Randy, you didn’t have to snort whatever the fuck it was you snorted. And last I checked you gotta get it up in order to fuck her, so don’t tell me you didn’t want it, because you obviously did.”
“It was a mistake!”
“A mistake? Yeah, you could call it that. Biggest damn mistake you’ve made in your life.”
“What about the band?”
“I’m still in. I’m not letting your mistake fuck up my future. But that’s the only contact we’ll have, you got it? We rehearse, we set up, we do our show, we pack up, and that’s all I need to see of you.”
“I see.”
Cody saw how dejected Randy looked, and he snorted, “I’d get tested, if I were you.”
The rest of the week seemed to drag along, their shows nowhere near as electric as they used to be. All because Randy had fucked up big time. After taking care of their instruments and equipment after their shows, Randy couldn’t bear to stay, not when all he saw was Cody jumping from man to man… He hated seeing Cody whisper into some man’s ear and then walk off to the bathroom with him. Every damn time, it was like a kick to the balls.
The following week they moved to a different bar, and it was the same story. Randy would maybe stay and nurse a beer, or he’d leave, unable to stand the sight of Cody with yet another man. One night, though, Randy had shot after shot of whiskey, leaving with some man back to his hotel room, but when it came down to it, Randy wasn’t able to.
The next week, it was another set in another bar. Midway through the week, Randy had had enough when he saw Cody attacking some man’s neck right in front of him. He walked over to them and pulled Cody off of the guy. Cody spun around and brushed Randy’s hand away, his eyes boring holes through his skull. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Cody shouted.
“What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get back at me for sleeping with that chick? Because if you are, it fucking worked. Goddamn, Cody, every night it’s another man, and it’s fucking killing me!”
“Well, maybe you shoulda thought of that before-”
His rant was cut off as Randy leaned forward, capturing Cody’s lips in a fierce kiss. He had no idea how Cody would react, whether it’d be positive or negative, hostile, even, but from the way that Cody was returning the kiss, the way Cody’s hands were roaming over and grabbing at Randy, he decided that Cody had wanted this just as badly as he did.
They broke apart, both panting from the sheer intensity and emotion that had been put into that kiss. “I’m sorry, Cody,” Randy told him, placing his hand on Cody’s cheek. “I really never wanted that to happen. I was so caught up in the moment. I fucked up.”
“You did.”
“These past two weeks, Codes… I… Not having you there with me has been awful. And sleeping in a fucking pickup truck sucks balls.”
“Quit throwing yourself a pity party. You deserved every night in that truck, you shithead,” Cody said, but he said it with a smirk. He pulled Randy down for another kiss, his tongue seeking Randy’s, their bodies melding into one another’s. Cody began kissing along Randy’s jaw and up to his ear, whispering, “Now why don’t we go back to the room and you can show me how sorry you are?”
“I can do that.”
They left the bar, walking past John on the way out, who said, “Just make sure you’re done before we get back.”
“I got a lot of making up to do,” was all that Randy left him with.
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Randy Orton
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Randy's life dream is to start a band in high school and make it big. Only he's got one problem, he doesn't have the players. That is until he meets Cody Rhodes. The journey goes from senior year in high school to a year later.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 8638
A/N: It's taken me forever to write this... I hope it doesn't suck...
He was too good for this. He was Randy fuckin’ Orton, for Christ’s sake. Not like that meant anything. Yet. Someday, though, someday he’d make it big. Once he graduated. And got out of this town. And quit working at Best Buy. But he was only doing that as a job on the side. A little after school job that his parents demanded he get simply to get him out of the house for a few hours each day.
His real goal, though, was to form a band. Sex, drugs and rock and roll was a philosophy he found he could really get behind. That was part of the reason he picked Best Buy as his temporary employer, the discount on CDs and records gave him the opportunity to stock up on all his favourites, which led to him practicing his guitar every night as he listened to the same song over and over until he knew it by heart.
All he needed now was a drummer. And a bassist would help. A singer would probably benefit the group, as well. But at least there would be a killer guitar player. It was after work, and Randy was up in his room playing his guitar, as always. He sighed as thoughts of him in a world famous band flashed through his mind. It would happen. People all over the world would someday know the name Randy Orton, of that he was certain.
With a final strum of the strings, he set the guitar back into its stand and sat down on his bed. He didn’t want to go to work tomorrow morning for 8. Shit, it was a Friday night, he should be going out drinking at his friend’s house, not climbing into bed nice and early so he could wake up in time to go to work Saturday morning.
His alarm went off at 7, and, like a zombie, he rolled out of bed, his eyes still shut, and shuffled over towards the general area of his closet. He bent down to pick up the blue polo shirt required at work, found some black pants and underwear and tossed them onto his bed before shuffling off to the shower.
As he walked out of the bathroom and into his own room, towel around his waist, he shook his head at the heavy, blue shirt. It just wasn’t fair that the world was being deprived of his handsome face and impeccable body, well, getting closer to impeccable, anyway. He glanced down to his stomach, deciding that he’d have to start working more on that six pack. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was 20 past, and he had a solid thirty minute drive to work. Just enough time to get dressed and grab a quick coffee at Dunkin Donuts before heading in through the front doors with about a minute to spare. Sounded like a good plan.
He turned into the Dunks, planning on going to the drive through window, until he saw the line. He gave an annoyed huff and pulled into a parking space. The line inside the place wasn’t too long, and all he wanted was a fuckin’ big ass coffee so he could get some caffeine pumping through his system.
“Welcome to Dunkin Donuts, how can I help you today?” asked the kid behind the counter.
Randy glanced down at him, thinking he looked familiar, but not sure where he had seen him before. “Large coffee, black.”
“Is that all for you this morning?”
“Yeah,” he said, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“That’ll be $1.79.”
Randy took two dollars out of his wallet and handed them over to Cody, who then gave Randy his change. Before telling him to go stand to the side to wait for his coffee, he had to say, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“Don’t know.”
“Because you look really familiar.”
Randy grabbed his shirt just by the Best Buy logo and said, “Maybe you’ve seen me at work.”
The coffee was set down on the table by the register and he pushed it towards Randy. “I don’t think so.”
“Maybe it’ll come to you later, then,” Randy said, still annoyed he had to be up this early, as he grabbed his coffee and left.
Cody watched Randy’s back, well, more so his ass than anything, as he left. He knew he had seen him before. But where? That wasn’t the kind of face one would forget easily. However, it seemed as though he was blowing smoke, since the guy didn’t even seem to care if they did know each other from somewhere.
Little did Cody know, though, that Randy was wondering the exact same thing. Randy walked through the front doors of Best Buy and headed back to the employee break room. He drank down a majority of his coffee before clocking in and going to the floor to help the manager with whatever it was he needed help with.
All day, Randy couldn’t get Cody out of his mind. The name he read off the name tag didn’t even sound familiar. Wait, there was a Cody in his algebra class freshman year. Only knew the name, though, he never actually paid attention to the class or anyone else in it. Hold on, wasn’t there a Cody in his biology class sophomore year, too? Unless he was just making shit up, trying to remember who this guy was despite never having seen him before.
“Randy, help them bring this TV out to their car,” his manager told him, breaking him out of his thought process.
“Sure thing.”
After dragging on for what seemed like much, much longer than six hours, the work day was over and Randy was finally able to go home. He was thanking his lucky stars he didn’t have to work the next day. He’d actually be able to go over to his friend’s house and drink after missing out the night before. He didn’t know who else might be at John’s, but he figured he’d bring his guitar, just incase there were some girls there he could impress into sleeping with him. There was nothing quite like a man with a guitar.
He showed up, noticing that it was just the usual crowd, no hot chicks to woo into bed. “Hey, man, why can’t you ever ask any members of the opposite sex over?” he asked as soon as he was through the door.
“Because I don’t want to risk your drunk ass windin’ up fuckin’ some chick in my parents’ or my bedroom, thank you very much. Bad enough that time I walked in on, who was it, Stacy? Giving you head in the fuckin’ kitchen.”
“Oh, I get it, dude, you’re trying to eliminate all the competition so you can be the one to get into my pants. That’s cool, man, I’m not gonna judge you. Certainly can’t blame you. But I gotta let you down. I don’t want anywhere near your dick, and I don’t want mine anywhere near you.”
“Fuck off. You can go get drunk by yourself at home if you keep that shit up.”
“I know an empty threat when I hear one. You could never kick me out,” he continued saying as he sat down on the couch next to their friend Dave. He was handed a half full bottle of Jack Daniels, followed by a joint as soon as he drank and passed the bottle back. He leaned back into the seat cushion, resting his legs on the coffee table.
“Do you have to do that shit in here?” John asked, snatching the joint right out of Randy’s mouth. “My parents will be able to smell this shit once they get home.”
“Party pooper,” Randy muttered, reaching out for the bottle again. “You have no moral objection to underage drinking, yet as soon as the evil,” he looked around, dropping his voice as he said the next word, “marijuana comes into play, you turn into such a puss.”
“Fuck you. Just shut up and drink already…”
“Don’t think I can do the first part of that. Got no interest in you fucking me, told you that already. And since when do I shut up? I can, however, drink.”
“How’s your band coming along?” Dave asked, trying to change the subject to get them to stop going at each other.
“Still just got a guitar player. Really guys, I’ll take any help you have to offer.”
“I couldn’t play the recorder back in elementary school,” Dave told him, “what makes you think I’d be able to play any other instrument?”
“Well, you’re no help…” He turned to John, “You sing, right? Why not sing in my kickass band?”
“Do you have a name yet?”
“I’ve tossed a few ideas around, but I haven’t settled on anything yet. I’d like to get a few more members before finalizing a name.”
“Tell you what, you find yourself whatever else it is you need, then I’ll see what you guys can do. If I like what I hear, I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll take it.”
The night drew on, the guys finding themselves drunker by the minute. They had moved upstairs to John’s room as soon as 11 rolled around, since John’s parents would be getting home any minute. Dave was passed out on a bean bag chair and two others were leaned against the wall, heads lolled to the side. John and Randy were on John’s bed, sitting on opposite sides, talking.
“Do you know if we go to school with anyone named Cody?” Randy slurred, finally lying back onto one of the plush pillows.
“Not a clue. Why you askin’?”
“No reason,” Randy lied. “Just think this kid at Dunks was hittin’ on me this mornin’, that’s all.”
“Ooo, Randal’s got an admirer.”
“Knock that shit off.”
“Noticed him enough to notice his nametag. Unless he wrote his name and number on the receipt for you,” John teased.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Bet you were flirting back, weren’t you?”
“NO!” Randy shouted, causing the three slumped over bodies to blink themselves back into consciousness.
“Maybe you should yell a little quieter next time,” John said, all while laughing at Randy’s expense.
“Remind me again why we’re friends?”
“Because you wouldn’t have any if I weren’t your friend?”
“There’s that. So, what are you gonna do with them?” he asked, jerking his head to their friends.
“They’re fine. I think they’ve passed out there before. Look, I’m gonna go to bed now, feel free to go wherever.”
Once at school Monday morning, Randy slid down along his locker to sit on the floor, math book open in front of him as he tried to scribble out some more problems for his probability and statistics class. He looked up when he saw a pair of feet next to him and grinned as John sat down next to him. “Someone forget to do their homework?”
“Didn’t forget. Just didn’t do it. There’s a difference.”
“Why the hell did you take a math class, anyway? We’re seniors, we finished with our required math classes last year with algebra 2.”
“It sounded interesting at the time?”
“Your guidance councilor signed you into it, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Randy answered with a nod, turning back to the homework. “It’s not that bad, really. Nothing like that shit they taught us in algebra. It’s actually kinda easy.”
“Good morning, Randal,” his math teacher, Mr. Grande greeted as he walked past, noticing the work his student was doing. “Hope you have that done in the next ten minutes.”
Randy scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly at his teacher. “Yup, will do.”
The teacher then walked off, continuing until he got to the math department office at the end of the hall. “How many times has he done that over the semester?”
“More times than I kept track of. I always get it done in time, though.”
Managing to get his math homework done just in time, Randy went through the rest of the day in much the same manner. In stats class, he did his Spanish homework, in Spanish he did his English work, in English, however, he was forced to do English, since the teacher had an eagle eye. But then he had a study hall, followed by lunch, which gave him plenty of time to do his physics and psychology homework. The rest of the week it was the same old song and dance.
Saturday, he was called in again, bright and early for 9, this time. Since it was always nice to have that extra cash, he said sure, he’d come in. This time he left a little earlier so he didn’t have to hurry out of Dunks, should Cody actually be there again.
Of course, this time when he pulled into the lot, there was no drive through line. He went inside anyway, telling himself that he was doing his part in saving the environment by not idling his car.
“Welcome to Dunkin Donuts, how can I help you?” Cody asked, repeating the same line he asked last time. But, before Randy could answer, Cody asked another question, “Another black coffee, or did you want to try something a little more exciting today? Some sugar or cream, perhaps?”
“Well, do you have any other suggestions?”
“I might. Did you want something hot?”
Randy cocked his eyebrow slightly, any number of responses running through his mind. “Doesn’t matter. Hot or cold, so long as it’s good.”
“Tell ya what, I’ll make you an iced caramel latte on the house.”
“I can live with free coffee,” he said with a genuine smile. He watched as Cody made his drink, wondering where the hell he knew him from.
“You seem like you’re in a better mood this week,” Cody told him.
“There’s a load of difference between going in for 8 and going in for 9.”
Cody grabbed the can of whipped cream and loaded it up, pushing the laws of physics to the limit, then practically poured an entire jar of caramel on top. “There ya go. You better enjoy that.”
Randy took a straw and opened it, sticking it through the whipped cream so he could try some. “This is pretty good.” It struck him just then that this could be considered flirting, couldn’t it?
“Did you doubt me?”
“Nope.” John would never hear about this meeting.
“So, are you sure we’ve never seen each other before?”
“I have no idea. I’ve been wondering that myself. Are you still in school?”
“Yeah, actually. I’m a senior at Northwood.”
“You’re shitting me. I’m a senior there, too.”
“You’re in high school?” Cody looked shocked, he thought this guy was much older than his own age.
“Yeah. Are you the same Cody that was in algebra 1 with Carver freshman year?”
“Uh, yeah, actually. Who are you?”
“Randy Orton.”
“Oh, I thought you looked familiar! We had bio together, right? And you’re the one that hung up those signs all over school to call you if we were interested in joining your band.”
“Yes on both accounts. You interested?”
“Might be.”
“Why didn’t you call sooner?” Randy questioned, taking his straw and scooping up a large dollop of caramel covered whipped cream, bringing it to his mouth and closing his lips around it.
Cody couldn’t stop staring at those lips, at that mouth, wanting to be that straw. He shook his head, he was jealous of a straw? This couldn’t be good. “Sorry, uh, I mean, we don’t know each other.”
“So? The reason I put that up was because none of my lame ass friends have a lick of musical talent inside ‘em. I was looking to branch out.”
“And you haven’t gotten anyone?”
“I might have a bassist. Maybe. Unless I can find someone better.”
“Well, I can play bass. I’m better on the drums, though.”
“Wait a second. You’re in the marching band, aren’t you? I see you at all the football games and shit.”
“Yeah, that’d be me. Cody Rhodes, band geek.”
“But you’d really be interested in joining my band? Got any friends that can play?”
Cody gave him a look. “I’m in band, yeah, I know a few people that can play.”
“Well, how about you swing by later today and I’ll see what you can do?”
“I’d love to. Want me to call my friends, or wait on them?”
“Wait on them. We need to see if you’re on par with my standards.”
“Trust me, I’ll go above and beyond.”
“I like your attitude.”
“I try. Now tell me, where exactly am I swinging by?”
“Right, my address. Can I have some paper?” Cody hit a button, giving him a small piece of receipt paper, which he slid to Randy, along with a pen. Randy scribbled his address and phone number, then handed it back to Cody. “There, just call before you come over. I’m getting out of work at 3 today, so anytime after 4 would be perfect. Time it right, my mom might even let you stay for dinner.”
“Cool. Thanks. I’ll be there.”
Randy smiled, then took his cell out of his pocket, muttering, “Shit,” when he saw he spent a lot more time at Dunkin Donuts than he originally planned. “Fuck, I gotta run. See ya!” he said as he turned and left for work.
Cody couldn’t believe what just happened. He just flirted with a hot guy and got that hot guy’s phone number so he could try out to be in said hot guy’s band. He tucked the piece of paper into his pocket, and wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face all day.
Randy got home right at 3:30, and half an hour later, 4 o’clock on the dot, he heard the doorbell ring. He set his guitar in the stand and headed out of his room, only to find his mother had already answered the door. “Hello?”
“Hi, uhh,” Cody stammered, “I’m here to see Randy.”
“Oh, come in, Randy’s just,” she turned around to point to the stairs to show Cody where his room was, only to find that Randy was standing at the bottom of the staircase, “right here.”
“Hey, Cody. Mom, Cody’s here to try out for my band.”
“That’s nice,” she said with a smile. “I guess I’ll leave you to it. Nice to meet you,” she added to Cody.
“Thank you, you as well.”
“C’mon,” Randy said, jerking his head towards the second floor. Cody followed, and was soon sitting on Randy’s bed while Randy grabbed his guitar. “Ok, so I imagine that you’d like to hear what I can do before you do your thing.”
“Wouldn’t object.” As Randy began to play, Cody couldn’t decide where to stare at more. There was his beautiful face that was positively glowing, his eyes shut as he concentrated on the music. Then there were his fingers, those long fingers that wrapped around the neck, and Cody could only imagine them elsewhere, working him like he worked the guitar. Cody swallowed, crossing his legs to try and hide the growing hardness. He tried to look away, because he knew it was the sight in front of him that was doing this to him, but he couldn’t. He was captivated. Shit, he didn’t want to look away.
Finally, Randy opened his eyes and stopped his playing. “So, you still interested?”
“What? Oh, yeah… Yeah, I am. Definitely interested.” He gulped again, knowing he was unable to hide his want when he spoke. Would Randy still let him try out despite that?
Randy didn’t miss the sound of desire in Cody’s voice. Of course, he noticed it while at Dunks, as well. Cody was most definitely interested, and it was obvious he was interested in more than just playing in a band. But Randy had to push that aside, he wouldn’t let Cody’s feelings for him completely dismiss him from getting a chance to play with him. “Good. Let’s see what you can do.”
“You’ve got drums, too?”
“Sure do. I do a little bit of everything, just better on guitar.”
“All right.” Cody stood, then headed over to the corner where Randy had a drum set all set up, begging to be played. He sat behind it and picked up the sticks, then began to hit out a nice, solid rhythm. This time he was the one that lost himself in his music as Randy watched on, grinning as his head nodded in time to the beat. Cody banged the cymbal, looking up at Randy as he did, a smile forming on his own face when he saw him. “So, what’s the verdict?”
“You’re not half bad,” Randy told him with a smirk.
“That mean I’m in?”
“Unless someone better shows up.”
“Fat chance.” He stood up and walked over to Randy, “You won’t find anyone better than me.”
“That so?”
“That’s a fact,” he answered with a cocky confidence as he moved in even closer to Randy’s personal space.
“You’re awful sure of yourself.”
“When you’re that good, you got a right to be.”
They were now face to face, Cody hoping he hadn’t crossed the line, barring any chances he had to get into the group, much less get with Randy. “I like your attitude.
”
“That all you like?”
Randy’s hand went up to grip behind Cody’s neck as his other hand held onto Cody’s hip, pulling the smaller man in closer to him. “No,” he breathed out before he brought his lips down to Cody’s. Cody closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, letting his tongue out to work its way into Randy’s mouth. Cody’s own hands were clutching onto the back of Randy’s shirt, his fists holding tight bunches of fabric as the kiss, the most intense kiss he experienced in his life, continued.
But then came the moment that he had been dreading: Randy pulled out of the kiss. They stared at each other, Cody letting his eyes roam over Randy’s face, noting the lust in his eyes, the flushed cheeks and the abused looking lips. “Did I just fuck up my chances?”
The corners of Randy’s lips rose in a small smile, “If anything, you just improved them. So, you wanna come with me to my friend John’s house? Me and some other guys go over there every Saturday, drink, shoot the shit… I don’t think he’d mind me bringing a guest.”
“Are you asking me out?” Cody asked with a smirk.
“Fuck off. You’re meeting my friends, that’s all… We can leave from here at 7, after we eat if you’re up for it?”
“You want me to stay for dinner and meet the parents? You move fast, this how it is with all the people you make out with?”
“Would you shut up? I’ll revoke the invite if you keep that shit up.”
“Shutting up. And you’re sure your friend won’t mind?”
“Nah. He might be the singer, anyway, so it’ll be like a big group introduction.”
“Sounds cool.”
“Yeah. So, you wanna jam some more?”
“Hell yeah, man,” Cody said, smiling, as he moved back behind the drums. “Just wait till you hear me on my own drum set. Got this fuckin’ kick ass set up.”
“You know, you’re half bad for a band geek,” Randy joked with a smirk, half expecting a drumstick to be hurled at his head.
“So I’ve been told. Now shut up and play.”
They played for hours, completely losing track of time as they got into their music. Cody picked up the bass guitar a couple times, showing Randy just what he could do. Randy even handed over his precious guitar so he could see more of Cody’s musical abilities. The kid was a natural, there was no doubting that. They played until Randy’s mother called them downstairs, telling them that dinner was ready if they were interested. And, as the case was with all teenage boys, no matter how much they loved music, good food was always a little greater.
As soon as they finished eating, they headed over to John’s, both in Randy’s car. “You might wanna call your parents, tell ‘em you’re staying at my house, because, while I don’t know about you, I’m planning on getting trashed,” Randy told him on the drive over.
“Sounds good to me. You’re sure he won’t mind me crashing there?”
“I’m positive. I can call him, if you want. I mean, it’s pretty late to turn back now, we’re already half way there.”
“It’s ok… I’ll just let my mom know I won’t be coming home tonight.”
Randy parked the car and they both got out. Without even bothering to knock, Randy opened the door to John’s house, grinning when he saw John sitting on the couch with a bag of chips open next to him. “What’s this, dude, where’s the party at?”
“It’s always a party when I’m around,” John replied, getting up to go greet Randy.
“Sure. Hey, remember when I asked if we went to school with anyone named Cody?”
“Yeah?”
Randy turned his head to the side and grabbed Cody’s arm, pulling him inside the house. “Well, it turns out we do. Cody, this is John, John, this is Cody, my new drummer.”
John held out his hand, which Cody took in a handshake. “Good to meet ya, buddy. I think I’ve seen you around before, though.”
“Think I’ve seen you before, too.”
John smirked as he released the handshake. “So, you actually wanna play in this guy’s band?”
“Gotta be better than playing in marching band, right? Felt I should set my sights slightly higher, ya know?”
“You’re in marching band?”
“Yeah, I mean, I have a real talent for music, and it was the only way I could express myself. I know it sounds lame, but it’s really not that bad.”
“Well, now that introductions are done, where the fuck is everyone?” Randy asked.
“No idea,” John answered. “Dave’s usually here by now, so I don’t know where in the blue hell he is. Brandon told me he wasn’t coming, since he has some hot date, or some shit like that. Dunno where Paul is, for all I know, he’s the hot date Brandon was talking about.”
Cody and Randy glanced at each other, both still feeling that charge from earlier. That kiss had been something else… Randy was the first to look away, back to John. “Well, fuck ‘em, we’re here, no need to hold things off further.”
Soon, the alcohol was flowing freely between the three of them, a game of poker going on between them on the coffee table. The three were trashed, having done shots of whiskey with beer for chasers. The whole duration of the game, Randy and Cody were drunkenly flirting over the table, neither really aware of the fact, and John was oblivious to all but the stack of chips in front of him.
“I have to piss. Don’t you even think of touching these chips, I know exactly how many I have,” John managed to slur out.
“Sure you do. You don’t even know which way is left right now.”
“Looks like he still knows which one’s his middle finger,” Cody said, giggling.
“You can both suck my dick.”
John laughed as he walked off to the bathroom, but Cody turned all his attention to Randy. “That an offer?” he asked, swaying slightly before bracing himself by placing his elbows on the table.
Randy cocked his eyebrow at him, “You wanna, or something?”
Cody leaned forward, moving in closer to Randy’s face. “You want me to? Cuz I’m not one to turn down an offer like that.”
Now Randy moved in further, their noses were now touching, “Then, yeah, I’m offering.”
Cody tilted his head slightly, letting his lips once again meet Randy’s. He felt Randy’s hand moving to the back of his neck, curling into the hairs, gripping them tight as their tongues met in a battle of dominance.
“Woah, what the fuck is going on?!” John shouted, seeming instantly sober as he saw his long time best friend with his tongue down another guy’s throat.
The pair broke apart, shaking their heads at the sound of John’s voice, trying to sober up themselves. Randy looked back to John, then to Cody and back to John. “I… We… He…”
“We were kissing,” Cody said bluntly. “If you have a problem with me being gay, say something now so I can call my mom and tell her that I’m not staying anymore.”
“Wait, you’re gay?” Randy asked.
“Are you joking right now? I just told you I love sucking cock. Last I checked, that meant I was gay.”
“Don’t got a problem with it,” John answered. “Just shocked to see it happening on my parents’ coffee table.”
“Was this more shocking than seeing me getting sucked off by Stacy?”
“No… No, not really… Always thought you were coming onto me.”
Randy glared while Cody laughed. “Shoulda seen him at Dunkin Donuts.”
“I said you were flirting back! Oh, man, you are so busted.”
Their joking continued throughout the night, and before they knew it, it was the following morning and Cody and Randy were on the way back to Randy’s.
The rest of the school year went by, the two growing closer until they had their first fuck not even a week after their first kiss.
This time Randy had gone to Cody’s, so he could hear Cody playing his own drum set. Damn, he knew how to play. He had added some drums, making his set larger than average, while giving additional tones to their music. Then Cody sat back as Randy plugged his guitar in and began to play. Cody couldn’t help but grin as he heard the opening bars of “The Joker” start. He grinned even further as Randy started to sing. That was one thing he didn’t do much, sing while he played. Randy’s low voice rang sweet in Cody’s ears, and he didn’t miss the look Randy gave him as he sang, “I’m a picker, I’m a grinner, I’m a lover and I’m a sinner.”
Once Randy finished, Cody had no doubt that Randy had sung that just for him, shit, he rarely sang in front of John, his best friend. Cody stood from his seat, moving closer to Randy, such as they had done nearly a week before hand. “You sayin’ you like my peaches?”
“Only if it means I can shake your tree,” he replied, unable to fight the smirk at the terrible puns.
Cody grabbed onto the front of Randy’s t-shirt, pulling him down so their mouths met in a fierce kiss. Cody’s hands slid from Randy’s shirt to behind his neck where he could pull him in even further. Randy’s hands didn’t stop moving, going from Cody’s head to his ass to up his shirt, finally deciding that removing said shirt would be the best plan of action. When their lips broke apart as Cody’s t-shirt was flung to the floor, Cody asked, “You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah, are you?”
“Told you I never turned down a nice dick.” He placed a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before going on, “You know Teddy DiBiase?”
“No.”
“Plays clarinet in marching band, piano in concert band?”
“No.”
Cody shook his head, returning his mouth to Randy’s neck, speaking in between bites and kisses, “I think I first kissed him when we were around twelve… Slept with him when we were fourteen. Oh, band camp…”
“Jeez, I never thought a band geek would have it in him.”
Cody grinned, once more pulling Randy’s lips to his, spinning them so his back was pressed to the cool cement wall of his basement room, Randy’s body crushing into his. “You wouldn’t be the first to think that. Now, we gonna do this?”
“Yeah.”
“Here, or the bed?”
“Your room, you decide.”
“You’re the guest. I’m up for anything.,” Cody said, kissing Randy, grabbing his bottom lip with his teeth as he watched Randy’s eyes flutter shut.
“Here.”
Looking into Randy’s now open eyes, Cody let his hands drop to Randy’s belt, undoing the buckle before unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down, finally able to push his jeans down over his hips. Randy let them fall, pooling around his ankles, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
In one fluid motion, Cody pushed his own jeans and boxers down to the floor, kicking them off, leaving him standing there, naked as the day he was born save for a silver chain necklace around his neck.
“Goddamn, wanted to do this since the day you walked into Dunks,” Cody told him. When he glanced up at Randy, he noticed he wasn’t paying attention to a word coming out of his mouth. His eyes were trained on one thing and one thing only. He bit his own bottom lip now as he wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking it slowly up and down, twisting his hand just so, and he saw that Randy’s eyes were following his hand’s path. “What’re you thinkin’ about? Thinkin’ about me pushing myself deep inside you?”
Randy was speechless. What the fuck kind of secret lives did these marching band people live? And when he heard Cody asking him if he was thinking about getting fucked by him, he was too shocked to even contemplate lying, his brain hadn’t regained that function yet. So he nodded and muttered, “Uh-huh.” So much for pounding Cody into the wall.
Cody’s left hand was behind Randy’s neck, bringing his head down next to his ear. “I can, ya know. Wanna know what it’s like? Getting fucked?” Another nod from Randy was all Cody needed as a go ahead. He once more repositioned them, this time moving himself behind Randy, whispering further into Randy’s ear, “Spread your legs.”
Randy went out as far as he could with the restrictions of the clothing still in place and leaned forward, his hands bracing him on the wall. As Randy did that, Cody sauntered over to a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a couple condoms, the extras he tossed on the bed. He walked back to Randy, admiring the sight in front of him. He ran a hand over his smooth ass, raising goosebumps as his fingers trailed along. He then pushed Randy’s shirt up, high enough to reveal the start of a back piece. “Can’t wait to look at you all properly. But now…” He quickly opened the bottle, pouring some lube into his hand just before he slipped a finger inside Randy’s tight ass. The ring of muscle contracted around him, as Randy was completely new to the sensation. Cody kissed along Randy’s neck, letting the t-shirt fall back down, covering his back once more. “It’ll be ok.” At those three words, he could feel Randy’s body relaxing, and he pushed his finger in deeper, until it was finally all the way inside.
This was one of those moments where Randy couldn’t believe he was doing what he was doing. He was just about to have sex with a man. Not only that, he was about to get fucked by a man. And he really wanted it, too. He felt Cody’s finger withdraw, and heard the unmistakable sound of the condom wrapper being opened. Oh, god, when the tip of Cody’s cock pressed against his entrance, he wondered what the fuck he got himself into. The finger had been one thing, nothing could prepare him for this, though. He inhaled sharply as Cody began pushing inside, the pain overwhelming.
Once again, Cody resorted to whispering into Randy’s ear, trying to soothe him, to relax his body enough for him to push all the way in. Cody was saying anything that came to his mind, “Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good,” and, “So tight, feels so good bein’ inside you.” The talking worked, and he eventually had Randy pushing his hips out, taking in more, until Cody was sheathed inside.
As Cody thrust his hips back and forth, he brushed against Randy’s prostate, resulting in a cry of sheer pleasure from his band mate. “Oh, fuuuuck!”
“Lucky no one’s home right now,” Cody mumbled, before letting out a moan of his own as Randy’s ass clenched around his dick. “I said it’d feel good, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” Randy said, his voice breathy as his orgasm approached.
“I’m so close, Randy, gonna come.” And he did, his body jerking forward as the orgasm overtook him. When he finished, he pulled out slowly, removing the used condom from himself and tossing it into the trash. He noticed Randy had yet to finish, so before Randy could turn, he moved back behind Randy, letting his body meld into Randy’s, and wrapped a hand around Randy’s leaking cock as his mouth once more worked on Randy’s neck. He jerked Randy off, same as he did himself, which he found satisfied nearly all the men he had been with. Randy was no different. A few strokes in, and he was done, his cum spurting onto the white walls.
Finally, Randy turned around, facing a still naked Cody. “Jesus.”
“I, uh… I think we work well together,” Cody said with a smirk. Truth be told, that spark he had with Randy, the one that came to a head last week, had made this easily one of the best fucks of Cody’s life. “Next time I’ll let you top.”
“Sounds like a plan… So, when’s next time?”
Cody raised an eyebrow. “Whenever you’re ready.” He glanced down at Randy’s dick, and he was wondering if he had even gone soft, as Randy was practically fully hard as he spoke.
“Well, would you look at that.” Randy bent down, kicking off his shoes, finally taking off the jeans and boxers, removing his socks in the process. Cody grabbed the hem of Randy’s shirt and pulled it over his head, letting it join the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I guess you got your answer,” Cody replied before he kissed Randy once more, letting himself get push walked over to his bed.
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During school time, they still didn’t hang around with each other much, only saying hi as they passed in the halls. They were both content to stick with their own friends when school was in session. But then they had graduated, it was summer, and they had no school to look forward to in the fall. They finally had time to get the band together, which now had a bassist, one of Cody’s fellow marching and concert band friends, and they played every day.
They started getting gigs at local bars in West Newbury, and with every show the air was charged with Cody and Randy’s sexual energy. As their popularity grew, their gigs got further away, moving on from small bars in West Newbury to small bars an hour away in the big city of Boston. Those gigs in little bars in Boston turned into bigger bars in the city, opening doors for them everywhere.
That entire summer, they played in Boston, and Cody and Randy’s relationship was burning up on and off stage. Cody sat in the back at his drum set, watching as Randy played, moving his hips in time with the music pouring out of his guitar, completely mesmerized by the sight. After every concert they played, the two could be found anywhere from the side of the building, the car or their hotel room fucking, going off of their sexual charge and the adrenaline coursing through their bodies from the performance.
And that’s how it went, taking a break from doing their larger gigs in Boston once John returned to college. The other members would keep playing around, but nothing major happened again until the following summer, when they were asked to New York.
The guys loaded up their equipment in the back of Cody’s pickup truck, then all four of them piled in to make the several hour drive down to the hustling and bustling New York City. They would be playing in the same underground bar for the next few days before moving onto another bar, still in New York City.
Their first show went amazingly well, the crowd was into it, loving both their cover songs and original music.
After the show, they started to disassemble their equipment, moving it back to the truck. As Randy slung his guitar over his shoulder, he felt a body move up behind him, and he knew it wasn’t Cody, far from it, as he could feel the girl’s tits pressing into his shoulder. “You put on a damn good show,” she said into his ear.
“Thank you.” He turned his head, facing the girl. She was on something, of that Randy was certain. He made to walk away, but she was still clinging to him. “I gotta finish putting all my shit away.”
“Can’t I come with you?”
“No.”
“Are you coming back?”
“Maybe.”
Reluctantly, she let him go, “Ok, I’ll be waiting for you.”
Randy didn’t reply as he walked off, grabbing one of their amps along the way to also pack up. He walked past Cody, who was taking his drum set back to the truck. “The fuck was that all about?” Cody asked, catching up to Randy.
“Dunno, but if I were a betting man, I’d say she wanted to be our first official groupie. Fuckin’ trippin, though.”
They were outside now, loading their things into the back cab. “Not gonna be the last time this happens.”
“Far from it… Now let’s go back in there and just try and have a good time, ok?”
Cody grinned and followed Randy back inside. Randy headed to the bar, flashing his fake ID at the bartender so he could get himself and his band mates some drinks. While he was waiting for the drinks, that girl was next to him once more. “So, you did come back inside.”
“Sure did.”
She moved in closer, whispering softly into his ear, “Well, why don’t we go back outside?”
“I’d actually like to enjoy my drinks,” he told her, trying to move back to the table where the rest of the guys were sitting.
“Ok, I’ll just come with you.”
Randy sighed, but new it would be a lost cause trying to argue with her, she wasn’t even with it. He brought the drinks to the table, setting one glass of beer in front of everyone. He raised his glass, smiling as he faced his band mates, “To our first show in NYC, may each one be greater than the last.”
Soon, they were drinking shots of straight tequila, one right after another. No one had any idea how much they had, but they all sure as hell knew they were well beyond drunk. That chick was still hanging around, too. She caught Randy when he was going back to the bar. Cody was distracted, talking to someone about the show, not looking at where Randy had gone off to.
“Come with me now.” She grabbed his arm and he followed, too drunk to even attempt to resist, or think about what he was doing. When they were outside, she leaned back against the dirty brick wall, pulling Randy to her.
However, when their lips touched, Randy broke it off. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“I’m with someone.”
“Well, you’re from Mass, right? You’re outta state, away from any connections.”
He pushed himself further backwards, “Shit, no, I can’t. He’s in the fuckin’ band,” Randy blurted out, not even thinking about what he said.
“He?” She shook her head, “Fine, if you want to play the good boyfriend, at least try this.” She reached into her small purse, pulling out a little vial.
“Wuz that?”
“That doesn’t matter.” She held it to her nose and snorted, her body shaking as the initial rush took over. When he held it out to Randy, he looked at her suspiciously, knowing in the back of his head he shouldn’t be doing this, but not caring. Isn’t this the life he always told himself he’d lead? Sex, drugs, rock and roll, right? That’s what it was all about.
“Fuck it,” he said before snorting some of the vial’s contents.
“First time?”
Randy nodded, his body beginning to feel the effects of the drug.
“Makes you feel good, though, doesn’t it?” When Randy nodded again, she once more grabbed his shirt and pressed her lips to his. This time there was no fight in him, he didn’t care who he was kissing, he just knew that he felt amazing. “Let’s go.”
He followed her to a sleazy motel, paying for a room which they occupied the entire night.
Back in the bar, Cody had started to wonder where Randy got off to. He wasn’t by the truck, nor was he in the bathroom, and he didn’t see him on his numerous scans of the crowd. Come to think of it, he didn’t see that skank that had been hanging around them, either. No, Randy wouldn’t… Would he? Randy wasn’t returning his texts, wasn’t answering the phone and was nowhere to be seen. “Fucker.”
The next morning, Randy woke up, his head pounding and body aching. The sun coming in through the space between the curtains wasn’t helping any. He slowly sat up and planted his feet on the floor, eyes still shut. He took a deep breath and stood, finally opening his eyes. When he turned around, he nearly passed out when he saw that he had been sharing a bed with someone. Someone who wasn’t Cody. “Oh, God… Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted, kicking a chair with his barefoot, the pain traveling through him quickly. “What the fuck did I do?” Maybe the sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll lifestyle wasn’t for him.
“What does it look like you did?” came a mumbled voice from the bed.
Randy said nothing to her as he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on, leaving the room and motel as fast as he could. He hopped a cab, going to the motel the rest of the band was staying at for the time they’d be down in the city. As soon as he arrived, he headed to the room, 27, and found that everyone was still asleep, Cody alone on a bed while John had the other, and their bassist, Allan, lying across two chairs.
At the sound of a door closing, Cody opened his eyes. He rubbed the sleep out of them, a frown on his face when he saw Randy was standing there. “I can’t believe you,” was all he said.
“I can explain.”
“You had sex with her.”
“I didn’t want to.”
Cody glared at him even further, standing up to get closer. “You got drunk and you fucked her.”
“I took something.”
“You what?”
“She… she snorted some shit and then gave it to me.”
“Goddammit, Randy, what the fuck were… No, I’m not even gonna finish that question. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Jesus Christ. You know, we’ve been together for over a year and I’ve not once strayed from you. Not once. And then you come to New York City, the Big Apple, and suddenly it’s ok to take drugs from some stranger and then fuck her, cheating on me in the process? And now what? You want me to forgive you? Is that what you want? Do you want me to say that it’s ok because you were high on some shit and weren’t thinking straight? You know what, Randy? Fuck. Off.”
“Cody, I swear I told her-”
“Newsflash, Randy, you didn’t have to snort whatever the fuck it was you snorted. And last I checked you gotta get it up in order to fuck her, so don’t tell me you didn’t want it, because you obviously did.”
“It was a mistake!”
“A mistake? Yeah, you could call it that. Biggest damn mistake you’ve made in your life.”
“What about the band?”
“I’m still in. I’m not letting your mistake fuck up my future. But that’s the only contact we’ll have, you got it? We rehearse, we set up, we do our show, we pack up, and that’s all I need to see of you.”
“I see.”
Cody saw how dejected Randy looked, and he snorted, “I’d get tested, if I were you.”
The rest of the week seemed to drag along, their shows nowhere near as electric as they used to be. All because Randy had fucked up big time. After taking care of their instruments and equipment after their shows, Randy couldn’t bear to stay, not when all he saw was Cody jumping from man to man… He hated seeing Cody whisper into some man’s ear and then walk off to the bathroom with him. Every damn time, it was like a kick to the balls.
The following week they moved to a different bar, and it was the same story. Randy would maybe stay and nurse a beer, or he’d leave, unable to stand the sight of Cody with yet another man. One night, though, Randy had shot after shot of whiskey, leaving with some man back to his hotel room, but when it came down to it, Randy wasn’t able to.
The next week, it was another set in another bar. Midway through the week, Randy had had enough when he saw Cody attacking some man’s neck right in front of him. He walked over to them and pulled Cody off of the guy. Cody spun around and brushed Randy’s hand away, his eyes boring holes through his skull. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Cody shouted.
“What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get back at me for sleeping with that chick? Because if you are, it fucking worked. Goddamn, Cody, every night it’s another man, and it’s fucking killing me!”
“Well, maybe you shoulda thought of that before-”
His rant was cut off as Randy leaned forward, capturing Cody’s lips in a fierce kiss. He had no idea how Cody would react, whether it’d be positive or negative, hostile, even, but from the way that Cody was returning the kiss, the way Cody’s hands were roaming over and grabbing at Randy, he decided that Cody had wanted this just as badly as he did.
They broke apart, both panting from the sheer intensity and emotion that had been put into that kiss. “I’m sorry, Cody,” Randy told him, placing his hand on Cody’s cheek. “I really never wanted that to happen. I was so caught up in the moment. I fucked up.”
“You did.”
“These past two weeks, Codes… I… Not having you there with me has been awful. And sleeping in a fucking pickup truck sucks balls.”
“Quit throwing yourself a pity party. You deserved every night in that truck, you shithead,” Cody said, but he said it with a smirk. He pulled Randy down for another kiss, his tongue seeking Randy’s, their bodies melding into one another’s. Cody began kissing along Randy’s jaw and up to his ear, whispering, “Now why don’t we go back to the room and you can show me how sorry you are?”
“I can do that.”
They left the bar, walking past John on the way out, who said, “Just make sure you’re done before we get back.”
“I got a lot of making up to do,” was all that Randy left him with.