Substitute Seductions
Title: Substitute Seduction
Pairings/Characters: Cody/Teddy, Evan Bourne, Mentions of John Cena and Randy Orton
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m smut, 16 year old Cody
Length: 3513 words.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I own none of the characters, they belong to the WWE and themselves.
Summary: Teddy is a substitute teaching Cody’s class.
Author's Notes: This was written for the “Hot for Teacher” challenge and is my first ever wrestling fic. I hope it’s okay. It was written in airports/on planes while I was suffering from sleep deprivation. Please forgive any mistakes. Concrit is very welcome.
Theodore DiBiase Jr. rushed into the classroom hoping that he wasn’t late and that at least some of the students had shown up. He slipped out of his coat and took a deep breath before looking up at the class.
There were maybe 15 students.
“I...” Ted paused and took another deep breath before addressing the class. “Good morning. My name is Mr. DiBiase and I will be filling in for Mr. Orton for the next few weeks.” Ted paused but received no sign of life from the students. “Alright...um...attendance.”
Ted flipped through a stack of papers on the desk until he found the sheets for attendance. The list for first period was short and it looked like all the students were there but ted wanted to be sure.
“Evan Bourne.” Ted called the first name on the list.
“Here.” One of the smaller boys replied. He was wearing glasses and sitting in the front row and looked like the classic geeky kid.
Ted continued calling the names until he reached the end of the list.
“Cody Runnels.”
“Rhodes.” Was the soft but confident reply.
“Pardon?” Ted asked, distracted by the lisp the boy had.
“Rhodes. Not Runnels. Cody Rhodes.” The boy, Cody, repeated.
Cody was lean but muscular, a tight blue t-shirt accentuating the lithe form but not in an obscene way.
Ted was tempted to ask Cody Rhodes a question just so he could hear the lisp again. He almost wished he was teaching geography so he could find an excuse to make the young man say Mississippi or Massachusetts.
“I’ll make sure to remember that.” Ted said, marking it down on the attendance sheet.
“Thank you.” Cody said, flashing him a bright smile.
“Alright then, let’s get on with this lesson.” Ted said, putting the attendance sheet back onto the desk. “Pendulums.”
The rest of the class went well, Ted spent the first 2/3 teaching and then gave the students an assignment to do for tomorrow and let them work on it for the last 1/3 of class.
The bell rang, signalling the end of first period, and the students gathered up their things and moved to their next classes.
Ted settled down behind the desk and glanced at the schedule he had been given. He had a prep now followed by another class, grade 11 physics, then lunch and another class, grade 12 physics, and he ended the day with a second prep.
Ted looked at the notes that had been left about the next class and started planning how he was going to teach the students about masses moving on inclined planes when he noticed that he wasn’t alone.
Cody Rhodes was still sitting at his desk, a small frown creasing his brow as he chewed on his lower lip and worked on the problems in front of him.
“Is there something you need Mr. Rhodes?” Ted asked.
The boy’s head whipped up, startled out of his concentration by the substitutes voice.
“No...uh...well...I...” Cody stammered, trying to explain himself. “I’m sorry Mr. DiBiase. I was just trying to figure out 3b.”
“Don’t you have another class to get to?” Ted asked as the bell rang signalling the start of the next period.
“Um...no.” Cody said softly. “I have a spare. Ra...Mr. Orton usually lets me stay here and work on assignments because he has a prep this class and I’m too young to get permission to go home. I can go and work in the library if you would prefer.”
“It’s fine if you want to stay here Mr. Rhodes.” Ted told him with a soft smile. “But what do you mean you are too young to go home?”
“I’m only 16.” Cody explained. “the earliest you can get permission to go home is at 17 and only if all your courses are senior courses or higher and you have an average of 85% or above.”
“16?” Ted said, stunned. “But that would mean you are in grade 10, 11 at the most. What are you doing in an advanced physics class?”
“I went to physics camp for the last two summers.” Cody said shyly. “Mr. Cena, one of the guidance counsellors, and Mr. Orton said that if I did a placement exam I could get the equivalent high school credits for doing the camp so that I didn’t have to sit through class and be constantly bored hearing about things I already know.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Ted said slowly. “And like I said, feel free to stay here to work and ask me if you have any questions.”
“Thank you Mr. DiBiase.” Cody said, going back to his problem, the small frown reappearing almost instantly.
Ted sat in his chair stunned.
It was bad enough he was turned on by one of the students, but to have the student be 16?!
That was just...wrong.
Cody let out a little huff and Ted looked up just in time to see Cody raise his arms over his head and roll his shoulders, stretching his muscles out and pulling the t-shirt even tighter across his well developed pecs.
Ted watched as the muscles in Cody’s arms rippled as he shifted them side to side over his head, trying to work out the knots.
Ted groaned as he felt himself growing hard and he closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of Cody, but all he could think of was what Cody would look like naked and stretched beneath him, his dick pounding into the boy’s ass.
‘Fuck!’ Ted moaned internally. ‘He’s only 16. Only 16. Only 16.’
Ted kept repeating Cody’s age to himself, hoping it would stop the images of Cody naked that were flooding his brain, but the only thing reminding himself of Cody’s age seemed to do was make him wonder if he would be the first to claim Cody like that.
*********
“So what do you think of the Sub?” Even asked as Cody slid into the seat across from him like usual. They had had Mr. DiBiase for four classes now.
“He seems really nervous but at least he sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.” Cody said, taking a bite of what looked like chicken. You could never be sure with cafeteria food though.
“It’s no surprise he’s nervous,” Evan said, poking something on his plate with a fork. It looked like wit could get up and walk off on its own at any moment. “He’s what? 24? Maybe 25. This is probably one of his first jobs.” Evan took a bite of his mashed potatoes and spit it out. “Cauliflower.” Even said, pulling a disgusted face. “He’s cute though isn’t he? Those blue eyes, and those thick, strong arms. It would probably feel so safe with his arms around you, his deep, gruff voice whispering in your ear.”
“Shut up!” Cody said, laughing and flicking a pencil at his best friend. “Sure his body is nice but I don’t know. He seems kind of cold and distant personality wise. And not at all interested in me. And why would he be? I’m just a kid. I can’t wait until Orton gets back.”
“You want to give up Drop-Dead-Gorgeous DiBiase for Ordinary Orton?” Evan asked.
“Orton isn’t ordinary!” Cody growled, making Evan laugh.
“You look and sound like a little puppy when you do that.” Evan said between giggles. “All protective of your master. So sweet!”
“Randy’s not my master!” Cody insisted, making Evan laugh harder. “We’re just friends because our dad’s work together.”
“He is interested in you though.”Evan said, once he managed to stop giggling,
“Who is? Orton? No way! He’s with...” Cody paused just before he said something he shouldn’t and finished with “someone right now and I know they are really happy together.”
“Not Orton you idiot.” Evan said, throwing his fork at the younger man. “DiBiase.”
“What? No way!” Cody scoffed.
“Yes way Codes.” Evan insisted. I had watched him watching you. His eyes barely leave you while we’re working on assignments. Or rather, while we are supposed to be working on assignments and you are reading your X-Men comics instead.”
“It gives me something to do. I have to make class interesting somehow.” Cody paused before hesitantly asking, “He watches me?”
“Constantly Code-man. And I would bet anything that he watches you through all of second period too.”
Cody stayed silent and Evan finished his lunch, letting his friend digest the new information.
Part 2 because Lj hates me
Pairings/Characters: Cody/Teddy, Evan Bourne, Mentions of John Cena and Randy Orton
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m smut, 16 year old Cody
Length: 3513 words.
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I own none of the characters, they belong to the WWE and themselves.
Summary: Teddy is a substitute teaching Cody’s class.
Author's Notes: This was written for the “Hot for Teacher” challenge and is my first ever wrestling fic. I hope it’s okay. It was written in airports/on planes while I was suffering from sleep deprivation. Please forgive any mistakes. Concrit is very welcome.
Theodore DiBiase Jr. rushed into the classroom hoping that he wasn’t late and that at least some of the students had shown up. He slipped out of his coat and took a deep breath before looking up at the class.
There were maybe 15 students.
“I...” Ted paused and took another deep breath before addressing the class. “Good morning. My name is Mr. DiBiase and I will be filling in for Mr. Orton for the next few weeks.” Ted paused but received no sign of life from the students. “Alright...um...attendance.”
Ted flipped through a stack of papers on the desk until he found the sheets for attendance. The list for first period was short and it looked like all the students were there but ted wanted to be sure.
“Evan Bourne.” Ted called the first name on the list.
“Here.” One of the smaller boys replied. He was wearing glasses and sitting in the front row and looked like the classic geeky kid.
Ted continued calling the names until he reached the end of the list.
“Cody Runnels.”
“Rhodes.” Was the soft but confident reply.
“Pardon?” Ted asked, distracted by the lisp the boy had.
“Rhodes. Not Runnels. Cody Rhodes.” The boy, Cody, repeated.
Cody was lean but muscular, a tight blue t-shirt accentuating the lithe form but not in an obscene way.
Ted was tempted to ask Cody Rhodes a question just so he could hear the lisp again. He almost wished he was teaching geography so he could find an excuse to make the young man say Mississippi or Massachusetts.
“I’ll make sure to remember that.” Ted said, marking it down on the attendance sheet.
“Thank you.” Cody said, flashing him a bright smile.
“Alright then, let’s get on with this lesson.” Ted said, putting the attendance sheet back onto the desk. “Pendulums.”
The rest of the class went well, Ted spent the first 2/3 teaching and then gave the students an assignment to do for tomorrow and let them work on it for the last 1/3 of class.
The bell rang, signalling the end of first period, and the students gathered up their things and moved to their next classes.
Ted settled down behind the desk and glanced at the schedule he had been given. He had a prep now followed by another class, grade 11 physics, then lunch and another class, grade 12 physics, and he ended the day with a second prep.
Ted looked at the notes that had been left about the next class and started planning how he was going to teach the students about masses moving on inclined planes when he noticed that he wasn’t alone.
Cody Rhodes was still sitting at his desk, a small frown creasing his brow as he chewed on his lower lip and worked on the problems in front of him.
“Is there something you need Mr. Rhodes?” Ted asked.
The boy’s head whipped up, startled out of his concentration by the substitutes voice.
“No...uh...well...I...” Cody stammered, trying to explain himself. “I’m sorry Mr. DiBiase. I was just trying to figure out 3b.”
“Don’t you have another class to get to?” Ted asked as the bell rang signalling the start of the next period.
“Um...no.” Cody said softly. “I have a spare. Ra...Mr. Orton usually lets me stay here and work on assignments because he has a prep this class and I’m too young to get permission to go home. I can go and work in the library if you would prefer.”
“It’s fine if you want to stay here Mr. Rhodes.” Ted told him with a soft smile. “But what do you mean you are too young to go home?”
“I’m only 16.” Cody explained. “the earliest you can get permission to go home is at 17 and only if all your courses are senior courses or higher and you have an average of 85% or above.”
“16?” Ted said, stunned. “But that would mean you are in grade 10, 11 at the most. What are you doing in an advanced physics class?”
“I went to physics camp for the last two summers.” Cody said shyly. “Mr. Cena, one of the guidance counsellors, and Mr. Orton said that if I did a placement exam I could get the equivalent high school credits for doing the camp so that I didn’t have to sit through class and be constantly bored hearing about things I already know.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Ted said slowly. “And like I said, feel free to stay here to work and ask me if you have any questions.”
“Thank you Mr. DiBiase.” Cody said, going back to his problem, the small frown reappearing almost instantly.
Ted sat in his chair stunned.
It was bad enough he was turned on by one of the students, but to have the student be 16?!
That was just...wrong.
Cody let out a little huff and Ted looked up just in time to see Cody raise his arms over his head and roll his shoulders, stretching his muscles out and pulling the t-shirt even tighter across his well developed pecs.
Ted watched as the muscles in Cody’s arms rippled as he shifted them side to side over his head, trying to work out the knots.
Ted groaned as he felt himself growing hard and he closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of Cody, but all he could think of was what Cody would look like naked and stretched beneath him, his dick pounding into the boy’s ass.
‘Fuck!’ Ted moaned internally. ‘He’s only 16. Only 16. Only 16.’
Ted kept repeating Cody’s age to himself, hoping it would stop the images of Cody naked that were flooding his brain, but the only thing reminding himself of Cody’s age seemed to do was make him wonder if he would be the first to claim Cody like that.
*********
“So what do you think of the Sub?” Even asked as Cody slid into the seat across from him like usual. They had had Mr. DiBiase for four classes now.
“He seems really nervous but at least he sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.” Cody said, taking a bite of what looked like chicken. You could never be sure with cafeteria food though.
“It’s no surprise he’s nervous,” Evan said, poking something on his plate with a fork. It looked like wit could get up and walk off on its own at any moment. “He’s what? 24? Maybe 25. This is probably one of his first jobs.” Evan took a bite of his mashed potatoes and spit it out. “Cauliflower.” Even said, pulling a disgusted face. “He’s cute though isn’t he? Those blue eyes, and those thick, strong arms. It would probably feel so safe with his arms around you, his deep, gruff voice whispering in your ear.”
“Shut up!” Cody said, laughing and flicking a pencil at his best friend. “Sure his body is nice but I don’t know. He seems kind of cold and distant personality wise. And not at all interested in me. And why would he be? I’m just a kid. I can’t wait until Orton gets back.”
“You want to give up Drop-Dead-Gorgeous DiBiase for Ordinary Orton?” Evan asked.
“Orton isn’t ordinary!” Cody growled, making Evan laugh.
“You look and sound like a little puppy when you do that.” Evan said between giggles. “All protective of your master. So sweet!”
“Randy’s not my master!” Cody insisted, making Evan laugh harder. “We’re just friends because our dad’s work together.”
“He is interested in you though.”Evan said, once he managed to stop giggling,
“Who is? Orton? No way! He’s with...” Cody paused just before he said something he shouldn’t and finished with “someone right now and I know they are really happy together.”
“Not Orton you idiot.” Evan said, throwing his fork at the younger man. “DiBiase.”
“What? No way!” Cody scoffed.
“Yes way Codes.” Evan insisted. I had watched him watching you. His eyes barely leave you while we’re working on assignments. Or rather, while we are supposed to be working on assignments and you are reading your X-Men comics instead.”
“It gives me something to do. I have to make class interesting somehow.” Cody paused before hesitantly asking, “He watches me?”
“Constantly Code-man. And I would bet anything that he watches you through all of second period too.”
Cody stayed silent and Evan finished his lunch, letting his friend digest the new information.
Part 2 because Lj hates me