Grr!Cody icon is appropriate
...for this chapter anyway.
Title: Cross Your Heart 15/??
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: Apologies for the late updating. Laziness is one hell of a disease.
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
Chapter 10: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/10900.html
Chapter 11: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/11179.html
Chapter 12: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/11538.html#cutid1
Chapter 13: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/11792.html#cutid1
Chapter 14: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/12071.html
Randy slumped against the edge of the bed, the tight grip around his half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels loosening as he slipped further and further into inebriation. His mind barely registered the sound of movement throughout the lower level of his house, his muddled brain only able to sluggishly replay the scenes of what had taken place in that very room not an hour ago. For him, it was getting harder and harder to distinguish memory from fantasy-to separate what had taken place from what he wished had.
His eyes slowly slipped closed as images of John flickered through his mind: John on his hands and knees, writhing above Randy as he pounded into him; John laying exhausted on the bed next to him, slightly snoring as they lay in another bed in another nameless town; John smirking from across the ring at him as they prepared for another match against each other.
Randy allowed himself to lose himself in his memories-they were all he had now, weren't they?-his heartbeat slowing and his body relaxing despite his uncomfortable position against their bed. Unaware of the hesitant knock against the door, Randy let his mind wander, thanking God that his subconscious was kind enough to let him think of John without the return of the dull ache in his chest; enjoying his last moments of John in his life while he could.
The room still reeked of sex, of John, the left-behind ghost of his lover ever-present in Randy's home. Traces of him were everywhere: his belongings, his scent, his memory-everywhere.
He could never escape John-whether it be his memory or the man himself-and he had come to accept that. He would always be unwilling to let him go, clinging for dear life to any piece of John he could like a drowning man to a life preserver. John was his life preserver; the one thing that could yank him back from the brink of annihilation, pulling him away from trouble and protecting him from the dark waters that consumed Randy's life.
The door to his room was slowly pushed open, the hushed creak of the door and small flicker of light breaking through the quiet darkness.
"Randy?" Cody called out, his voice soft, not wanting to intrude but wanting his presence known.
He stepped further into the room, pushing the door open wider to allow light to flood in. Cody's eyes followed the path of light as the interior of Randy's room was shown to him: the soft white carpet, the night table near the bed, and Randy leaning against the bed, his eyes closed and jaw slack, clutching a bottle of whiskey in his left hand.
"Randy!"
Cody threw open the door, the harsh banging as it slammed against the wall harsh to his ears. Oh God, please don't let him have-
His thoughts were racing, expecting the worse, knowing Randy had been in a dark place, but never guessing that he ever could…
Cody knelt down beside him, checking to make sure he was still breathing, giving a small sigh of relief when he found he was. He pulled Randy's lifeless body closer to him, circling Randy in his arms as felt for his pulse. Way too weak.
"Randy?" He slowly stroked the side of his face, trying to bring Randy back from unconsciousness, moving to pull the incriminating bottle of JD from out of Randy's hands.
As he gripped the side of the bottle, Cody felt a weak tug in return, Randy pulling back feebly and curling over into a ball with the bottle in his arms, like a child gripping a teddy bear.
"Randy. Look at me." Cody pulled his chin to face him, eyes roaming over Randy's face protectively, scanning for any further sign of distress as Randy's own clouded blue eyes reluctantly cracked open.
"Oh God Randy, what did you do?"
Randy slowly came back to life, sitting up straighter in Cody's arms. He looked up to him in confusion, "Wh-what…What hap-?"
"I found you like this. I came to see if-fuck, I don't even know why I came anymore. Are you okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital? You didn't try to-"
"No. No," Randy squirmed out of Cody's hold until he was sitting on the carpet. "I-I'm fine." He cleared his throat, the subsequent two and a half bottles of Jack he had downed after John had left causing his throat to become parched and dry.
"You just, what, wanted to get wasted? Alone in the dark?"
Randy nodded, shakily getting to his feet. "I'm fine, Cody. I just had a few drinks-I didn't try to off myself or anything."
Cody raised an eyebrow, eyes following Randy as he padded over to the adjoining bathroom, the sound of running water meeting his ears.
Cody followed slowly behind, warily watching Randy as he gathered the ice cold tap water in his palms and attempted to wake himself up. "A few drinks? Are you kidding? Randy, you have no idea how much you scared me."
Randy sighed softly, reaching up to turn the handle of the faucet off, glancing up into the mirror to meet Cody's eyes. "What are you doing here, Cody?"
Cody leaned back against the doorframe, eyes tracing the intricate tile patterns on the floor. "I just-I thought that maybe I was too…I shouldn't have yelled at you that day. I know that you were trying to move on; I was too impatient."
Randy leaned against the tiled counter, eyes moving to his own reflection, not wanting to have yet another talk with Cody concerning the status of their relationship; not when he had been busy drowning in his memories and half a bottle of whiskey. When he'd woken up in someone's arms, that split second before he'd come back from the alcohol-induced trip into his memories, he had almost thought that those were John's arms surrounding him. He had hoped anyway. But that would never happen again. The angry fucking he and John had was the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, and there was no coming back from that. Not now, not ever.
Cody's comfort was one he needed right now, one that he should accept whole-heartedly. But not one he wanted.
Cody took his silence for anger and quickly back-tracked, "I-I'm sorry that I did that to you, Randy. I shouldn't have expected so much from you. I knew what you were going through and I still-I still pushed you away. It was so selfish of me. I never should've done that. Especially considering that's what-" Cody cut himself off, not wanting to say what he and Randy both knew.
Randy turned to face him, "That's what? That's what John did? I don't need the reminder, Cody."
Cody looked up, searching Randy's face, "C'mon Randy, I didn't mean it like that. I just-"
"Just what?" Randy sighed through his nose, passing Cody as he made his way back into the bedroom. "You shouldn't even be here, Cody. You ended things between us. If I decide to get hammered, that's my choice. You have nothing to do with me anymore."
Cody followed behind, moving to wrap his arms around Randy's shoulders. "That's not fair, Randy. I'm sorry I said that. We never should've taken a break."
Randy turned his head away from Cody, eyes trailing across the room as he pulled away from Cody's embrace, "We can't keep doing this back and forth, Cody. We need to make a decision." He looked over to where the pile of John's clothes still lay next to the closet, as he added, "we all do."
Cody followed the path Randy's eyes took, eyebrow arching in question.
He shook his head, not wanting to begin to explain what had just taken place between him and John. He walked towards the edge of the bed, plopping down on top of it. Nothing good would come from a trip down that road.
Cody's eyes narrowed, his own connections being made in his head. He didn't want to believe it-he wished he could believe that Randy was strong enough to avoid tangling their problems further and further together, that he would know which choices were the wrong ones and be able to run far away from them…but he knew better. Cody shook his head slowly, a sigh that sounded like it came from someone much older than the barely twenty-one year-old reaching Randy's ears. "When?"
Randy's head reluctantly tilted up to face him, his eyes desperately wanting to settle anywhere but the stoic lack of emotion across Cody's face, "'Bout an hour ago."
Cody scoffed, head shaking in ironic amusement, "An hour? God, Randy. If my car moved any faster, I'd have caught you in the act. Again." Cody looked around the room, seeing it in a new light, "you'll never learn, will you Randy?"
Randy kept his gaze low to the ground, wary of the explosion he knew was about to take place. He wouldn't trust the calm quietness of Cody's tone-it was just the stillness before the storm; all hell would break loose sooner or later.
Cody went to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the room from Randy, eyes becoming cold and emotionless as he stared off to the side. He took a deep breath before sighing deeply, arranging and re-arranging his words before he spoke.
"I should be more surprised. I feel like I should be shocked right now. But honestly…I'm only shocked that I didn't see it coming earlier."
Randy bowed his head low in a mixture of embarrassment and apology, keeping his mouth shut while Cody spoke his mind.
"For-what?-two, three months you and I have been together. And what did I say back when all this began? What did I know would happen before you even approached me?"
Randy remained silent as Cody continued, "I knew it wouldn't end well for anyone. There aren't happy endings in situations like ours, Randy. There just isn't."
Cody paused to gather himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"I knew we shouldn't have started anything from the beginning. I knew and yet…I let you…let your stupid arrogance and sweet little promises get to me. 'I don't want you to go, Cody.' 'I think I may love you, Cody'. All those kind words and yet here we are, once again.
"I'm so exhausted, Randy. I'm so tired of doing this. And you know what? Like you said, we need to make a decision."
Cody stood to his feet, crossing the room, ignoring Randy entirely as he reached the threshold of the door. He paused, not bothering to turn back, "We're through, Randy."
He continued before Randy could get a word in and convince him to stay-again. "I can't remember how many times I've forgiven you or how many times I've said it, but we're done. If you keep making these mistakes and doing this to me, you clearly don't want to be with me as much as you think you should."
He continued walking before he paused, hope gathering in Randy's chest until Cody spoke again: "Have a nice life, Randy.
John moaned at the feeling of Randy's tightness around him, his mouth open in bliss as he panted for air, his arms reaching aimlessly above him, grasping for purchase as John pounded him into the wall.
"John! Fuck. So…so fucking good."
John sped up the pace of his thrusts as Randy reached down to take his dick in his hand. Jerking it frantically as he tried to bring himself to completion. Randy was so sexy when he was like this…so beautiful when he was beneath him. The breathless cries that fell from his mouth and the way he moaned as John pushed deeper and deeper into him nearly took his breath away. He'd never had it better, and he never would.
John shook himself from his thoughts as a few of his coworkers bust through the door, announcing their presence. More and more it seemed that despite his willingness (and his desperate need) to move on, he found himself staring of into space at the most inopportune times, his subconscious pulling images and memories of Randy to the forefront like calm waves to the shore.
But it was only every now and then. He was proud of himself for the way he was able to return to reality and shake away the past so quickly now. John remained seated as his friends called to him, trying in vain to shake off the leftover heat that coursed through him at the memory, willing the stiffness in his jeans to soften.
John shouted goodbye to his friends as they left the arena for the night, able to breathe freely. He returned to the task of gathering his gym bag together-what he had been doing before he spaced out-starting slightly as the door to the locker room was slammed open rather unceremoniously.
He turned to the source of the noise, mouth opening for a sardonic comment once he saw the intruder, before being stopped, the other's hands being raised in defense and to show they meant no harm.
"I know you want nothing to do with me; frankly, I feel the same about you. But I need you to hear me out. It's important."
John raised an eyebrow, scoffing but waving the other to continue.
Cody gave an evil-looking smile, his eyes lighting up, "I need a favor, Cena."