Teaser: Cody and Randy's Valentines' night
Teaser for events that transpired right after my latest Centon fic, but I'm gonna write this AFTER the fic I'm writing for killaqueen, because that fic needs to be read too. XDDDDDDDDDDD
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"Can I ask you something?" Cody asks, sighing at the way Randy's body molds into his, like two pieces of a broken vase.
"No," Randy murmurs into his neck, "Kinda busy here, in case you didn't notice."
"Jerk," Cody replies, slapping at the back of Randy's shoulder, "I'm serious. I need to ask you something."
"Fine," Randy says, pushing himself up on his arms, Cody's legs wrapping around his waist as if to keep him there, "But if you're gonna ask me ONE MORE TIME if I'm getting you that video game..."
"It's not THAT serious, dummy," Cody answers, "No. I was just thinking about...this."
Randy's expression turns confused, and Cody shrugs.
"This," he says again, "You and me. I mean...I know you're gonna go back to John after this, and I've pretty much given up on trying to convince you to leave him, but it's OBVIOUS you're not done with us, so...What do we do?"
The sigh that escapes Randy is heavy, and Cody suddenly feels bad; it's not often he brings John up while he and Randy are alone together, and he's just reminded himself why.
"You're right on all accounts," Randy begins softly, not looking Cody in the eye, "I'm never leaving him. I'm too...USED to him. We've been together for so long, I kind of can't imagine a life where I turn around, and he's not there when I need him. He calms me down. He keeps me sane. It's come to a point where I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he goes. I'm actually kind of SCARED of the day I wake up and realize that I ACTUALLY can't see him."
Cody's chest tightens little by little as he listens. But by the look on Randy's face, he figures Randy isn't aware what his words are doing to Cody.
"On the other hand, I can't get enough of you," Randy continues, eyes boring into Cody's now, making Cody forget that he knows how to breathe, "Just when I think I'm over you, that I can man up and tell you that I can't keep doing this, you look at me across the room and my entire body just shuts down. My heart beat slows. My brain stops functioning properly. And I become possessed with an unquenchable need to touch you. I'm not just OBSESSED with you - I'm ADDICTED to you. And every minute that I spend with you makes it harder to let go of you."
Well, if THAT wasn't just a declaration of love. Randy Orton doesn't always ramble on like this, but when he does, it's usually epic. Cody wishes he had gotten all that on tape, for those long, cold nights when Randy decides to keep John happy instead.
"You, uh..." Cody says, barely able to find his voice, "You still haven't answered my question."
Randy chuckles, and the sound goes straight to Cody's heart before landing somewhere in his groin. "Well," Randy starts, and he has the absolute most ADORABLE look on his face, "I think - don't judge me for this - maybe we should just...keep going. Y'know? Just keep on keepin' on until we get this out of our systems. I mean...if we stopped, all of a sudden just STOPPED, we'd just miss each other and it'll just make us want each other more, and we'd just go mad. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or some such shit."
Cody lets out a single chuckle, but Randy presses on.
"I think maybe we should just ride this out," Randy continues, "Until the day it stops being fun. Or until one of us wakes up from this, and we realize that such a hot little thing like you shouldn't be fooling around with someone as ugly as me. Or until we get sick of each other."
"...That's never happening," Cody confesses, "Not from MY end of the deal, anyway."
It is Randy's turn to laugh, but there's something behind it that Cody can't quite put a finger on. "Don't tell anyone," Randy says, stroking at Cody's hair, "But I'm kind of hoping it never does."
Cody pushes up and captures Randy's lips in a kiss, trying to tell him what he can no longer find the right words for. The kiss turns hot, and then there is tonguing, and then Cody's skin catches on fire when Randy's mouth attaches to it, making a beeline southward.
"Speaking of getting stuff out of our systems," Cody laughs breathlessly, hips bucking a bit when Randy's tongue dips into his navel.
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Johnmuse will NEVER speak to me EVER AGAIN after this fic is done.
Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86
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"Can I ask you something?" Cody asks, sighing at the way Randy's body molds into his, like two pieces of a broken vase.
"No," Randy murmurs into his neck, "Kinda busy here, in case you didn't notice."
"Jerk," Cody replies, slapping at the back of Randy's shoulder, "I'm serious. I need to ask you something."
"Fine," Randy says, pushing himself up on his arms, Cody's legs wrapping around his waist as if to keep him there, "But if you're gonna ask me ONE MORE TIME if I'm getting you that video game..."
"It's not THAT serious, dummy," Cody answers, "No. I was just thinking about...this."
Randy's expression turns confused, and Cody shrugs.
"This," he says again, "You and me. I mean...I know you're gonna go back to John after this, and I've pretty much given up on trying to convince you to leave him, but it's OBVIOUS you're not done with us, so...What do we do?"
The sigh that escapes Randy is heavy, and Cody suddenly feels bad; it's not often he brings John up while he and Randy are alone together, and he's just reminded himself why.
"You're right on all accounts," Randy begins softly, not looking Cody in the eye, "I'm never leaving him. I'm too...USED to him. We've been together for so long, I kind of can't imagine a life where I turn around, and he's not there when I need him. He calms me down. He keeps me sane. It's come to a point where I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he goes. I'm actually kind of SCARED of the day I wake up and realize that I ACTUALLY can't see him."
Cody's chest tightens little by little as he listens. But by the look on Randy's face, he figures Randy isn't aware what his words are doing to Cody.
"On the other hand, I can't get enough of you," Randy continues, eyes boring into Cody's now, making Cody forget that he knows how to breathe, "Just when I think I'm over you, that I can man up and tell you that I can't keep doing this, you look at me across the room and my entire body just shuts down. My heart beat slows. My brain stops functioning properly. And I become possessed with an unquenchable need to touch you. I'm not just OBSESSED with you - I'm ADDICTED to you. And every minute that I spend with you makes it harder to let go of you."
Well, if THAT wasn't just a declaration of love. Randy Orton doesn't always ramble on like this, but when he does, it's usually epic. Cody wishes he had gotten all that on tape, for those long, cold nights when Randy decides to keep John happy instead.
"You, uh..." Cody says, barely able to find his voice, "You still haven't answered my question."
Randy chuckles, and the sound goes straight to Cody's heart before landing somewhere in his groin. "Well," Randy starts, and he has the absolute most ADORABLE look on his face, "I think - don't judge me for this - maybe we should just...keep going. Y'know? Just keep on keepin' on until we get this out of our systems. I mean...if we stopped, all of a sudden just STOPPED, we'd just miss each other and it'll just make us want each other more, and we'd just go mad. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or some such shit."
Cody lets out a single chuckle, but Randy presses on.
"I think maybe we should just ride this out," Randy continues, "Until the day it stops being fun. Or until one of us wakes up from this, and we realize that such a hot little thing like you shouldn't be fooling around with someone as ugly as me. Or until we get sick of each other."
"...That's never happening," Cody confesses, "Not from MY end of the deal, anyway."
It is Randy's turn to laugh, but there's something behind it that Cody can't quite put a finger on. "Don't tell anyone," Randy says, stroking at Cody's hair, "But I'm kind of hoping it never does."
Cody pushes up and captures Randy's lips in a kiss, trying to tell him what he can no longer find the right words for. The kiss turns hot, and then there is tonguing, and then Cody's skin catches on fire when Randy's mouth attaches to it, making a beeline southward.
"Speaking of getting stuff out of our systems," Cody laughs breathlessly, hips bucking a bit when Randy's tongue dips into his navel.
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Johnmuse will NEVER speak to me EVER AGAIN after this fic is done.
Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86