Cross Your Heart 16/??
Finally! I've updated. Sorry for the ridiculously long wait... oh! and to vyvrik hope you enjoy! thanks for the nudge about my posting. This may be one of my favorite chapters.
Title: Cross Your Heart 16/??
Pairing: Centon/Candy/Codena
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
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
Chapter 15: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/12610.html#cutid1
***
John cocked an eyebrow. “A favor? Why should I do anything for you?”
Cody smirked, “Because it’d be helping both of us.”
“I’m listening.”
***
Randy winced as he made his way into the near-empty locker room. Frowning at the absence of two particular wrestlers, Randy limped his way over to his belongings, the pounding in the back of his head and the resistant pull in his calf slowing him down. He began his post-match ritual, un-wrapping his wrist tape, removing his knee pads, completely lost in his own head. It was a miracle that he even managed to concentrate during most of the day considering nearly every thought in his head surrounded either John or Cody. And unfortunately for him, the more he thought of them, the more alone he felt. Sure, he probably deserved it; after all if it weren’t for his selfishness he wouldn’t have lost anything, especially not the love of his life.
But on the other hand, he wouldn’t have gained anything either. He never would have known how happy it made him to be around Cody, never would have seen the way Cody’s face would light up every time he walked into a room, never would have known how great it felt to care for someone so much. Randy shook his head, physically trying to shake the thoughts of that adorable gappy smile and soft tan skin from his head. All he needed right then, was to return to his hotel room and try to get some sleep.
Just as he was about to leave, the door to the locker room slammed open, banging harshly against the wall.
“Cody?”
***
Cody moved until he was standing right in front of him, his hands on his hips. “Ever since I started here, since I first saw you two together, what’s the one thing that’s been making your life miserable?”
John narrowed his eyes at him, “You?”
Cody’s face turned down into a scowl. “No. Randy.”
John shook his head, not wanting to listen to another word. “Forget this. I don’t care what you want. You can go fuck yourself.”
He was half-way out the door before Cody called after him: “Think about John. Who’s caused you the most pain ever since this shit started? Who broke your heart and spit in your face? Wasn’t me.”
He turned to face him, eyes searching Cody’s face. “Do you have a point?”
“I have a point.” Cody reached into his pocket for something before throwing the object at John.
John turned the camera around in his hands, “What’s this for?”
Cody moved forward, pushing John against the doorframe, crowding him with his presence. “You want Randy to pay, John? You want to hurt him for everything he’s done to you? There’s your loaded gun right there. What better way to make him pay, to hurt him as much as he’s hurt you, hurt us, then to hit ‘em right in the heart?”
***
Cody leaned against the door, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Randy.”
Randy’s face turned up in confusion, unsure of why exactly Cody decided to see him. Nearly every day since they’d finally ended things, Cody had left each arena before he had a chance to go and find him. He’d wanted a chance to apologize one last time, not really expecting anything to change, but still wanting Cody to know how bad he regretted everything. He clearly wasn’t ready to forgive him anytime soon though.
“What are you doing here?”
He crossed his arms in front of himself, eyes roaming across the empty locker room as he delayed his answer. He walked over to where Randy had been sitting, stretching himself languidly against the lockers as Randy watched him, eyes tracing his every move.
“I bet you’d like to know, Randy. Bet you wanna’ know exactly why I came to see you, especially since I’ve been avoiding you at every show we’ve had together, huh?”
Randy stepped forward, confusion plainly written across his face. Cody seemed…off. There was something about him right then that had Randy’s head screaming at him in warning. Run away or risk permanent damage. And still he continued to put one foot in front of the other, only stopping when he stood tall over Cody.
Cody opened his mouth to speak, thinking of what he wanted to say next. He’d planned out every word he was going to say to Randy. Wanted him to know exactly why he’d done what he had, why he wanted to hurt Randy as badly as he did him. It may have been a bit dramatic to say the least, meeting Randy when he was alone, giving him an epic speech explaining his motives, but he was going to insure that by the end of the night Randy had no question as to how much he’d hurt him. How much he’d hurt all of them.
***
John still looked wary, but Cody was sure he could convince him.
“C’mon John. Don’t you want him to regret what he’s done? Stringing both of us along when he never intended to make a choice? I’m sure you’ve thought about it. So have I. Like I said, there’s only one way; and I think you know exactly what that is.”
“…And you’re sure it’d hurt him?”
Cody slowly smirked; he had him. “Absolutely. You could beat the shit out of him all you wanted, but I’m sure you know as much I do…emotional pain? When it hurts like hell right here?” Cody pointed to his chest. “When every breath feels like a shot to the heart? That doesn’t just go away, John. It lasts.”
Cody bent forward, putting his hands on either side of John’s head, smiling viciously.
“One thing.” John put his finger in front of Cody’s face, making him pause. “No kissing.”
Cody nodded, bending down to lick a stripe across John’s neck.
John yanked him back by his hair, looking him straight in the eye. “ And this doesn’t change anything, you got it? Don’t go thinking that since I’ve fucked you, anything’s different. I still think you’re a scheming little cunt.”
Cody moved out from under his hold, placing open-mouthed bites along John’s collar. “And I still think you’re a dumb shit muscle-head and that if it wasn’t for you, I’d be fucking Randy right now. But I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
John pushed roughly against Cody, flipping their positions so that Cody was pinned against the wall by John’s intimidating mass. “Fuck you.”
Cody tilted his head back against the wall, smiling slightly as John bit and licked at his neck. “That’s the point isn’t it?”
***
“This is all your fault, you know. I’m sure you’re aware of that by now. But I still…I don’t think you really get it. I was perfectly happy when I started here. I’d gotten called up for my dream job and nothing could touch me. But one night you just had to have John. Right then and there. Fuck anyone who could walk in, fuck anyone who caught you, Randy wanted what he wanted. And he was going to get it.
“How stupid can you be, Randy? You don’t just fuck wherever you want because you happen to be horny at the time. You could’ve ruined your career. Fuck, what if Vince had been back there? What if someone who had a grudge against you two had found you? Your lives would be over. But no, Randy wants what he wants and be dammed anyone who gets in your way.”
Cody spared a glance up at Randy, the frown marring his features sticking him in his chest, but he ignored it.
“Anyway…to the point. If it weren’t for you and your damn selfishness, I never would’ve been hurt in the first place. Fuck, I never would’ve even known about the two of you! Never would’ve had feelings for you, never would’ve acted on them…basically? I’d be happy.
“I might not have known what it was like to be with you, to fall in love with someone I actually cared about, but at least the three of us could go on with our lives.”
***
“Mmmm. Hang on.” Cody pushed John back, his body already marked due to the rough treatment John was giving his neck. Locking the door, and grabbing the camera from John’s hands, he crossed the room to one of the lockers, its door already standing open. He fiddled with the buttons a bit, sitting it up on the shelf towards the top, adjusting the zoom and making sure the entire room was within view.
He turned back to John, body reacting despite himself at the sight of John stripping himself of his clothes. Cody’s eyes zeroed in on the clear bulge in John’s briefs; at least now he could see why Randy had been with him.
***
Cody arched an eyebrow at Randy’s blank expression. “C’mon, Randy. Fine. I’ll spell it out. I’m here to deliver this.” Cody reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver camera. He held it up by the string, dangling it out for Randy to take. “Feel free to keep it as long as you like. Just make sure the message gets across.”
***
Cody bit his bottom lip as he approached him. He may have despised John to his core ever since he and Randy had gotten involved, but it didn’t mean he was blind.
“Strip.” John motioned to Cody, wanting to get the act over with as quickly as he could.
Cody pulled a face at being bossed by John-it was his plan after all-but obeyed. His shirt soon followed in the pile of their clothes, tossing it across the room as he pulled it off. Glancing over his shoulder to shoot the camera an evil smirk, he stepped out of his pants, pushing them down to his feet, his dark blue briefs following next.
He bent down to John’s ear, trailing his tongue against the hollow part as he whispered, “Make it look good, Johnny.”
John growled, shoving Cody hard against the wall, biting and nipping at his throat. Cody could feel John leaving marks in his wake and he couldn’t help but smirk through the pain. At least John had a brain behind all that thick muscle.
***
Cody rose to his feet, leaving Randy to stand dumbstruck behind him. He could already hear the beginnings of the video playing, he just wished he was going to be around to witness his reaction.
He turned to face him, unperturbed at the fact Randy was no longer acknowledging him, too absorbed by what he was seeing. “Maybe now, you’ll learn a thing or two before you go ruining people’s lives.”
***
Cody couldn’t help but get excited as John completely dominated him. Randy was the only man he’d ever been with-in that way anyway-and despite their mutual disdain for one another, he knew it would be worth it.
“Fuck, John…ow,” Cody moaned as John sunk his teeth into him, leaving deep red marks on his pec. He figured John was going to be rough with him, after all he’d seen what he was capable of firsthand. But he had a feeling that he was in for one hell of a night-whether he wanted it or not.
John pulled back, pushing Cody’s shoulders roughly until he dropped to his knees. He adjusted his briefs, trying to relieve the pressure in his groin. He was shocked by how quickly he’d gotten hard, the blood in his body rushing down to his cock so quickly it left him dizzy. It was becoming more and more clear to him why Randy had strayed-frankly, if Cody had offered his body to John instead, he couldn’t honestly say he’d turn him down. John sent him a look from his spot above him, pulling his dick out of his briefs.
Cody licked his lips, trying to get some moisture back into his mouth. He was seriously intimidated at this point. John was sure to choke him with that thing. He looked up underneath thick eyelashes, eyes asking a silent question.
John grabbed Cody behind his neck, pushing him down as he let the head of his dick trace across Cody’s lips, leaving them glistening.
Cody took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly, taking the head in between his lips. He sucked lightly, tracing his tongue across the slit, gathering up the precum that had begun to gather there. He could fell John’s hand pushing harder on his neck, pushing him further on his dick. He bobbed slowly, rising up, then pushing down, hearing John moan above him as his cock bumped the back of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard on the shaft, reaching up to place his hands on John’s hips for balance.
John growled above him, unable to hold it together as Cody’s wet mouth moved tighter up and down his dick. He moved his hands to rest on either side of Cody’s face, holding still as he roughly began to face fuck him.
Cody grunted in protest as John’s dick was rammed deep in his throat, triggering his gag reflex. He gripped John’s hip tightly, trying to voice his discomfort, but John hardly noticed. He felt so close already, and the way Cody was gagging around him just made him that much hotter.
Cody let his teeth scrape over his dick in warning, his throat aching at the rough treatment it was being given.
John grunted, pulling Cody off him by his hair, yanking him to his feet.
“Think that’s funny, huh? We’ll see how funny it is, won’t we.” John pushed his boxers down, giving him enough room, and without warning thrust up into Cody’s willing body.
“FUCK! Dammit, John…God, it hurts.” Cody moaned out, reaching up to grab at John’s arms as he was fucked against the wall. “Ow…fuck!”
Cody’s head slammed against the wall as John roughly thrust into him, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the short panty breaths coming from Cody nearly causing him to blow his load right then.
“Oh, John…ugh.” Cody groaned as he felt himself loosen around John’s cock. Even Randy’s hardest fucks didn’t compare to this. He felt like he was being split in half, John’s cock rubbing him raw. He’d always wondered why Randy let himself be fucked by John when he had one of the most dominating personalities he’d ever seen. He was starting to see why.
John was panting above him, nearly losing it as Cody clenched around him. He was so tight, so hot. If he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d swear Cody was a virgin.
“John! God, can you…please. Fuck, it hurts so much.”
John grinned against Cody’s neck, mouthing the tan skin. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to manipulate Cody. He titled his hips slightly, angling his thrusts to hit that spot deep inside Cody.
“GOD! Fucks sake…oh God, John…harder please. Feels so good. Christ…”
Cody moaned deeply, shifting his weight to wrap his legs around John’s waist, pulling him closer and encouraging him to fuck him through the wall.
“So close. God, feels so good…”
Cody wrapped his arms tight around John’s shoulders, nearly suffocating him with his presence. He leaned up, grabbing John by the back of the head, pulling him into a sloppy kiss as he came. He cried out against John’s lips, moaning as he felt himself come across the both of their chests, sighing in pleasure as John thrust even harder into him.
John bit as his bottom lip, his tongue mapping the inside of his mouth, growling as he felt Cody clench around him. He moaned out as he felt his release building, eyes closed tight together as he felt his climax hit him like a freight train, crashing into him and sending him over the edge, every ounce of sanity he possessed flying out the window as he saw stars, coming deep inside Cody’s body.
Cody groaned in pain as John pulled out of him, pushing him away. “Get off of me. Jesus you’re fucking suffocating me.”
John laughed to himself, walking towards the opposite side of the locker room and clicking the camera off. He made his way back over to Cody, shoving the camera in his pocket. Cody looked up from where he’d gingerly been putting his clothes on, grimacing as John smiled down at him.
“Thanks. But you could’ve gone a little easier. I feel like I’m about to fucking collapse.”
John grinned, eyes glancing across Cody’s love-bitten body. He poked at one particular bruise on his neck, laughing as Cody swatted him away. “Looks painful.”
Cody’s eyes narrowed. “It is.”
He finished dressing, walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned back to John, “This was…fun. I guess. I’ll make sure Randy sees it. Don’t worry.” He walked out the door, leaving John alone to clean up after him. John put on his own clothes, frowning after him as he returned to reality. “Too late.”
***