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Title: Cross Your Heart 10/?
Pairing: Centon/Candy
Summary: When Cody catches two of the WWE's premiere superstars in a...ahem, compromising position, he finds himself in a bit of a tense situation, not to mention finds himself on the Legend Killer's bad side. Takes place in 2007, back during Cody's debut.
Disclaimer: Do not own anyone
Rating: NC-17
A/n: as the lovely eric_idle_rules once wrote: "the shitith hath hitith the fan...ith" enjoy!
Chapter 1: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/7927.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/8094.html
Chapter 3: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/8423.html
Chapter 4: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/8710.html
Chapter 5: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/9084.html
Chapter 6: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/9306.html
Chapter 7: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/9871.html
Chapter 8: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/10066.html
Chapter 9: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/10557.html
Cody sighed as he made his way through the hallway of busy wrestlers, getting shoved into the walls not doing much to help his bad mood. After leaving Randy's hotel room the previous night, in the empty silence of his own room he found it hard not to (once again) question his status with Randy. He could feel himself becoming more jealous and bitter about the state of his relationship, of the fact that he was the dirty little secret while John had the luxury of being able to spend each day of his life with the man he loved.
It was frustrating to say the least. Cody was either spending his time with Randy, trying to sneak in a quickie or a few moments to talk, or he was obsessing over him, analyzing and re-analyzing their relationship, looking at it from every angle to see if it was possible for someone not to get hurt.
And while he spent his time brooding, it seemed that Randy was perfectly content with their situation. Who would want to cause a mess when they had a perfectly good thing going? Spend a few nights with Cody, spend the rest of the week with John-it seemed simple enough to Cody. But he couldn't help but to question Randy's intentions. Shouldn't he feel at least a bit overwhelmed by the disruption their relationship had on each of their lives? Cody sure did. Outwardly, Randy showed no signs at all of being upset or guilty over the fact he was adding stress to two previously happy lives-aside from letting his composure slip the night before, he was still the same arrogant asshole he'd always been.
And as much as he wanted to resist, Cody couldn't help but acknowledge the little voice in his head that insisted he was being used. While Cody would vehemently deny the fact that he at times questioned his relationship to anyone who'd hear him, he knew it was possible that their relationship was simply one of convenience as opposed to love. Looking at the facts it was hard not too; both men had previously hated each other with a passion until discovering sudden feelings for one another, acting on them, and as they say, the rest was history.
Randy was world-renowned for being an emotionless jackass; wouldn't this be the perfect situation for him to take full advantage of Cody's feelings?
Cody silently shook his head, almost as if to shake the negative conjecturing out of it. He was on his way to meet Randy for God's sake. Now was not the time to suffer through another state of misery.
He slowed down as he reached the Gorilla position, glancing around the wide hallway for his boyfriend. Leaning against a wall, Cody forced himself to focus on the now, on the prospect of being able to spend more time with Randy. Due to a mix-up in booking that weekend's shows, the Raw Roster found themselves with nothing to do, Vince giving them each the okay to spend the weekend at home. Cody allowed himself to wonder about the coming week and the possibility of spending each moment with Randy, momentarily forgetting the dark underside to his relationship.
"What are you doing this weekend?"
Cody whipped his head around, the whispered question and sudden hot breath against his ear nearly scaring the crap out of him. Peeking behind the corner next to him, practically appearing out of thin air, amused smirk on his face, stood the man of his dreams: (his wet, sticky, pornographic dreams) Randy.
"That depends," Cody said, over dramatically putting his hand to his chest to steady his heartbeat, "what are you doing?"
Randy's smirk grew wider as he sidled up closer to Cody, glancing out of his peripherals to make sure no one was paying them any mind, "Well…seeing as how we get the next three days off-you heard about that right?" Cody nodded silently, letting Randy continue, "Well, seeing as how we have the weekend off and I don't want to spend mine alone in my big ol' empty house…"
Randy trailed off, the smile lighting up Cody's face answering for him. He leaned closer, taking a risk despite the busy hallway full of passing Superstars, breathing against Cody's lips, "Would you like to join me, Cody?"
Cody looked as eager as a kid on Christmas morning opening his first presents; he nodded enthusiastically, wide smile still permanently attached to his face. "For the whole weekend? Really?"
Randy smiled in return, the excitement Cody showed for spending time with him never ceasing to surprise him, "The whole weekend. Consider yourself lucky, Rhodes. Three whole days with this?" Randy stepped back, sweeping his hands down his chest, cocky attitude virtually seeping from his pores, "you are indeed blessed."
Cody shook his head at Randy's display of arrogance, silently scolding his boyfriend, (despite the fact he knew he was right.)
"Anyway," Randy said, dropping his arms, "I wanted to let you know beforehand, let you get prepared and everything, seeing as how you won't be leaving the bedroom."
Cody raised his eyebrows at the shameless statement, "Not once? Won't we starve?"
Randy put his finger to his chin, pretending to think, "Well, I guess we can leave for meals. Wouldn't want you to run low on energy, would we?"
Cody chuckled, glancing around the hallway before moving closer to Randy, swiping a finger across his bare chest, "No we wouldn't. Meet you after the show?"
Randy nodded, leaning forward to grab a quick kiss from Cody's lips, confident in the quiet seclusion in the corner of the Gorilla to protect them from unwanted eyes. "See ya' then."
The thought crossed Cody's mind as he watched Randy go, snapping him from his moment of happiness instantly. "Randy!"
Randy turned to face him, smirk falling as he took in the sudden devastated look that crossed Cody's face. "What's wrong?"
"What about…" Cody trailed off, his face showing his hesitance, wary of the answer. He hated that once again he had to bring up the topic of Randy's other relationship. God, he despised that man.
Randy reached up, stroking Cody's cheek, desperately wanting the enthusiastic excitement to return on Cody's face. "It's fine. He has shit to do. Interviews and all that. We have the place to ourselves."
Cody nodded, leaning into Randy's touch. He supposed he should thank his lucky stars; at least being the poster boy caused John to constantly be needed elsewhere.
Just then, Randy's music sounded, signaling he was needed for his match, giving him a nearly flawless exit, "Gotta go." He placed a quick kiss across Cody's lips, grinning at the small smile that returned to Cody's face, and walked towards the entrance, tattooed skin glistening for the millions waiting just behind the curtain.
Cody watched him leave, smiling slightly at the deafening chorus of boos that could be heard emanating from the arena.
He glanced toward the monitor, various Superstars gathered around it as they watched his lover methodically make his way down the ramp. Cody smiled, slowly walking towards the locker room to prepare for his own match.
Cody's eyes widened, taking in the expansive house. He knew Randy was financially comfortable, but this was insane. "This is your house?"
Randy glanced around the living room, quirking an eyebrow at the speechless look across Cody's face. "Yeah, why?"
Cody shook his head, shocked by both the beautiful home he found himself in and the noncommittal way Randy referenced it. "Your house is…wow."
Randy shrugged, throwing his bags on the floor, "I guess. You want something to eat? I'm starving."
Cody absentmindedly shook his head no, slowly making his way through the room, taking his time as he looked at Randy's pictures and belongings.
Randy chuckled at the intense care Cody showed as he fingered the edge of the mantel against the wall. "I'll just go make us something."
Cody barely heard him, so absorbed in investigating the things that made up Randy's life. He walked across the room, taking in the cozy lived-in look of his home. Cody barely had time to pack up his belongings from his shitty apartment back in Louisville, much less have a home with such a welcoming feeling emanating from it.
He looked around the living room, pausing as he passed a wall adorned with pictures of the people and places that meant most to him, a small smile across his face: a young Randy standing outside with his family; a picture of one of Randy's first matches; one of him next to his new hummer…
Cody stopped in his path across the room, freezing as he came across a photo of Randy and John together, the frame twinkling in the soft light of a nearby lamp. It was from a while ago; Randy still had his shaggy hair and John was adorned with his formerly ever-present steel chain. The two were posed close together, almost too close for simply being friends as they were at the time, John's arm draped across Randy's shoulders, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded as if they'd had a couple.
As much as he'd have liked to, Cody couldn't tear his eyes away from the old photo. His heart felt like breaking at the look of complete happiness on both men's faces, of the sheer amount of love that exuded from the image. He was coming between that; he was ruining that.
He wrenched his gaze from the wall, looking down to the hardwood, trying not to let his emotions overtake him at the moment. This wasn't where he belonged. He had no right to even step foot in this beautiful house. This was their home; John and Randy's home. He knew he shouldn't have come-he knew by the end of the trip he'd end up drowning in the self-pity of being an adulterer.
Being the fatal flaw in Randy and John's relationship almost wasn't even worth the trouble anymore; even being with Randy fulltime wasn't worth the amount of self-deprecation he experienced day in and day out. Did the good really outweigh the bad? Did those few stolen moments with him really outweigh the constant berating of himself he felt he needed? He was near exhausted from the toll their relationship was having on his psyche, only ever truly feeling happy when he was with Randy. Were those few minutes in the dead of night worth the trouble for all three men?
"Okay, so I made some-"
Randy cut himself off, lowering the drinks he'd just poured as he took in Cody's appearance, the depressed look on his face, his eyes nearly bubbling over with tears. "What is it?"
Cody turned away from Randy, glancing up at the photo mounted on the wall.
Randy followed his gaze, eyebrows narrowed in confusion relaxing as he took in the well-worn photo from a few years back. "Oh. That."
Cody shook his head, fleetingly taking in Randy's face from his peripherals. "Yeah, that." He turned to face Randy, hands set on his hips, jaded face showing his hurt. "Why am I here?"
Randy stepped forward, making his way across the room slowly, hands held up defensively as if thought the wrong word would set Cody off. "Don't worry about it, okay? This weekend we were supposed to forget about all that shit, remember?"
"That shit? Randy I can't just forget about the fact you're in a relationship with someone else."
Randy sighed, moving to embrace Cody. He shook off his arms, his posture turning cold. "Cody. We just got here; now is not the time to have this conversation."
"Well when is the right time, Randy? Because frankly, I don't think it's ever the right time with you."
"I don't know! Is it so wrong to avoid wanting to talk about this? I don't know what to say Cody; it is what it is. Now's not the time to start getting jealous about-"
Cody whipped around, Randy immediately realizing the error he'd made. "Jealous?! You think that's what this is about? You think I'm jealous because, what?! I'm not your bottom bitch? Try again."
Randy stood silent, his eyes to the floor, sensing now was not the time to throw out any opinions on the matter.
"You know what? How dare you. I deal with the shit that comes with being in love with you everyday, while you lay in bed getting your dick sucked by whoever happens to be with at the time. I'm the one has to deal with the stigma of being 'the other woman'. You think I like this feeling, Randy? You think I like feeling like a cheap whore every time we see each other?! Like I'm as disposable as the hookers out on the corner?! I don't! But I keep up with this shit because, for some reason God only knows, I love you, and I want to be with you."
Randy kept his eyes to the floor, happy to take his scolding as long as Cody would vent all of the shitty feelings out of his system.
"So no, Randy. I'm not jealous," he spit the word like it tasted foul in his mouth. "I swear; putting up with you…sometimes I wonder if it's worth it."
Randy looked up into Cody's eyes, his words settling in, "Are you through?"
Cody breathed deeply through his nose, closing his eyes as he gathered his shattered composure, "Yes. I'm done."
Randy pushed passed Cody, walking over towards the framed photo of him and John. He removed it from the nail on the wall, placing it carefully face-down on the top of the fireplace.
Cody sighed, turning back towards the kitchen. "Where's the Jack?"
Cody groaned as someone near him slammed their locker shut; he felt like his head was about to implode at any moment. Once he got the ball rolling after his fight with Randy, he found it was much easier to look past the crushing guilt if he was hammered. Unfortunately, a side effect with spending the weekend fucked up was that he knew he'd end up with a massive hangover.
Like now.
He reached up to massage his temples, wincing as the door slammed against the wall, his boyfriend entering and proclaiming his superiority over the 'lowly under card gentlemen' after winning his match.
Randy kicked out the rest of the Superstars, (apparently only winners were able to shower after their match) sitting next to Cody, a wary look on his face. "You doing okay?"
Cody glared up at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his silence answer enough. Randy sighed, reaching up to massage the tension out of his neck, "figured."
"My head is killing me," Cody sighed, face relaxing as Randy worked the stress out of his body.
"Well, you shouldn't have been drunk the entire weekend," Randy scolded, pulling Cody into his lap and stroking his hair back.
Cody closed his eyes, leaning back into the touch, "It was fun at the time. I'm sorry I broke your kitchen by the way."
The image of Cody stumbling around his home to the point of destroying his kitchen brought an amused smile to his face, "Don't worry about it."
Cody smiled up at Randy, reaching up to stroke his cheek, "I'm sorry I ruined your weekend, Randy."
"You didn't ruin it. We needed to talk about it anyway."
"Yeah, but I didn't need to rant all over you. You didn't deserve that; I shouldn't have-"
Randy leaned down, taking Cody's lips with his own, effectively silencing him, "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
Cody leaned up, returning to his previous position, deepening his kiss with Randy. He reached his hand up, snaking his arm around Randy's neck. Situating himself better, he swung one of his legs across Randy's lap, straddling his waist. He locked his arms around his neck, moaning as Randy delved into his mouth, tasting and nipping at his bottom lip as he went.
Randy broke the kiss, pulling apart with a dangerous glint in his eye. "C'mon," he said, rising from the bench, pulling Cody along with him. He pulled Cody into the showers, bracing him against the cool tile walls, kissing and biting at Cody's abused lips.
Cody's head lolled back against the wall, exposing his neck to Randy, moaning as he practically attacked his neck, leaving small red marks in his wake.
"Randy…please."
Randy smirked against Cody's throat, hands trailing down his bare chest, grasping and kneading at the firm, tan flesh. "What? What is it baby?" Cody groaned as Randy's hands drifted further downward, gripping his suddenly hard dick.
"Please, Randy…Ugh, God. Fuck me, please."
Randy groaned, grinding his own hard sex into Cody's thigh, the words falling from his mouth going straight to his cock. Both men were panting and sweating, their tan skin glistening as they fought to remove their trunks, desperate to get to the inevitable.
"Fuck…Randy. Need you so bad. Have to have you in-"
Cody opened his eyes from where they had shut, his voice dying in his throat. His face lost all its color, his mouth falling open, a mixture of dread and surprise crossing his face.
Randy's eyebrows knotted together, his hand moving to grasp at his cheek. "What's wrong? Cody, what is it?"
"Randy…w-what. What the fuck?"
Randy's face fell at the sound of the voice, whipping around to meet the devastated look on the face of the man he knew so well…
John.