Victorian Era fic (Part 33)
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Authors: wrestlemanix and eric_idle_rules
Pairings: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Runnels, John Cena/Randy Orton, Justin Gabriel/Wade Barrett, Evan Bourne/Chris Jericho, Joe Hennig/Windham Rotunda, Joe Hennig/Heath Slater
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes place at an English all boys boarding school during the Victorian Era in which prefects roam the halls and rugby and cricket are the sports of choice.
Word Count: 7044
A/N: While I don't know much about the Victorian Era, I do know that while everyone kept up appearances to the world, behind closed doors, it was a whole other story... Please review! Oh, and we're still working out a title for this, haha, we'll settle on something eventually!
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the WWE.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32
“I could really envy you two,” Justin mused after he rinsed his toothbrush off afterwards.
“Why?” Cody asked, not making any flip comments about how everyone would envy them both because they were not only talented and gorgeous but they were together as well.
“Because you can be with each other all the time. You can be together all the time in school and out of it. I don’t get that with Wade, and even when we’re home he has visitors often…”
It was incredibly frustrating for Justin. “Don’t you ever wish he was our age?”
Justin cocked his head contemplatively as he heard Cody’s question, “I do, but then I tell myself off for it. Because if Wade had been my age chances were I would never have met him, or if I did then he would never have been able to take me in. I’m blessed as it is.”
Cody gave Justin a true, genuine smile at that. Sure, he teased Justin often, but he was thankful to Wade, because without him to take Justin in, no one at the academy would have ever had the chance to meet him. “You’ve got a point,” Cody said. “Plus, if he were our age, he probably wouldn’t have all that prior sexual knowledge and wouldn’t be as good in bed.”
“Cody!” Justin chided. Leave it to Cody to turn a serious moment into… this.
“Well, am I right?” Cody asked.
“Are you saying I wasn’t any good?” Ted chimed in from the next sink down.
“No, and that’s not the point here, Teddy,” Cody replied quickly before turning back to Justin.
“Yes, ok, you’re probably right,” Justin gave in. Sure, he didn’t have anyone to compare it to, but he knew that Wade was amazing in bed. “But, you know, it kinda would have been nice to learn all that together,” he admitted. “Though I was the first man he had.”
“Seriously?” Cody gaped slightly despite himself, “You were the first man he had?” and, considering Justin had never thrown some scorned lover’s fit about Wade being with someone else he could surmise that Justin was the only man Wade had ever been with. Justin arched a brow as he dabbed his cheeks dry from where he had just finished shaving them.
“What’s so shocking about that? Wait… hang on let me rephrase myself-“ he started.
“What’s shocking is that he’s so much older, and apparently very popular.”
Justin’s mouth formed into a pout before he sighed wanly and then smiled, “I know he is.”
Ted looked slightly impressed and awed himself, “Wow…” that was quite admirable in itself.
“Do you know,” Justin chuckled slightly as they all packed up and started out of the bathroom, “Wade shows me all the marriage proposals that he receives, and he has a whole drawer full of proposal gifts to try and sweeten his favour.” Justin laughed at his friends’ shock.
“You’re joking!” Cody declared, gaping at Justin.
“Am I?” he asked in return. “Like I said, I was his first man. I wasn’t the first person he was ever with. And as he isn’t getting any younger, all the women are dying to be the one to tame the ruggedly handsome bachelor.”
“Little do they know that their rugged bachelor was tamed by a seventeen year old African boy,” Cody teased, muttering into Justin’s ear as they walked back to their room, earning him a light smack on the arm.
“You know, I saw him once,” Justin recalled as they reached their room. Pulling open the door, he continued, “Having sex with a woman, that is.”
“Did you, really? How old were you?” Ted found himself asking.
“I did. I think I was thirteen. He had company over, and I thought all the guests had left when I went to his room to go see him. Well, turns out not all the guests had left. But even back then, thinking about it, the sight of his bare arse got me hard.”
“Did he know you saw him?” Ted asked lowly.
“He does now,” Justin said easily as he moved to get something to wear for the day, “I told him about it once… I admit it was when I was in a temper at the time and it came out rather spitefully…” he trailed off sheepishly.
“Surely it made you jealous,” Cody said, as though it was obvious that that should somehow come out in a row. Justin looked pensively, “You know, I don’t think it ever really did.” Seeing their looks of disbelief he elaborated:
“I know Wade has no intention of marrying, and he hasn’t been with another woman since being with me. Now, if there was another man in the equation…”
“You’d kill him?” Cody supplied helpfully as Ted shook his head.
“It’s very possible,” Justin said with a sunny smile, “I am jealous now when it comes to Wade. But then I know it’s not just a childish feeling for me, because he’s confessed to me that he gets jealous before.” And that did thrill him deep down inside.
~~~
To say Windham was startled wasn’t an understatement.
He had never been on the receiving end of such aggressive passion before and he almost didn’t know how to react.
For one heart-wrenching moment Joe thought that Windham wasn’t going to respond to him, but when he did he immediately felt at ease. Sometimes he really did wonder whether Windham had only just accepted his feelings to protect his general sensibilities.
This was really very different from being with a woman, though he’d only done that once. For one thing she had expected he’d do the leading.
A muffled sound emitted from Windham’s mouth as Joe’s tongue was suddenly pressing between his lips and plundering the mouth that was then made available to him, touching and tasting.
Joe had kissed Windham before, but never like this. Never with such raw need and passion. And, god, if Windham returning the kiss wasn’t the best feeling in the world. No girl he had ever kissed had kissed him back like this.
“Touch me,” Joe muttered during one of their small pauses for air. He could feel his cock stirring just from the kiss alone, and dammit, he wanted Windham’s hand touching him there. He reached up and grabbed one of the hands Windham had resting on his neck and brought it downwards until he was palming Joe’s cock through his trousers.
Turning his head to break the kiss, Windham looked down to make sure he was seeing what he was feeling.
“Shit, did I do something wrong? Do you not want to?” Joe asked taking a step back, breaking all physical contact, thinking he’d gone too far in pushing his friend into something he didn’t want.
But instead, Windham shook his head side to side before grabbing Joe’s wrist and pulling him in close. While Joe was still somewhat stunned, he reversed their positions, this time pushing Joe into the wall while he initiated the kiss and undid Joe’s trousers so he could more easily slip his hand inside.
Whining low in his throat in pleasure as Windham’s hand met his bare flesh after some fumbling Joe had to lock his stance since his knees went embarrassingly weak for a moment there, hands clutching at the other’s shoulders tightly.
The only comfort that Windham had concerning his technique was that Joe couldn’t like things too much different than he himself did, and so he just tried the things that he had done to himself in the past. Plus, the way Joe was soon shivering and moaning in his arms was very gratifying soothing the hurt ego he had received seeing him with Heath.
Not that he would ever actually admit to anyone that he had felt like that because of something so mundane.
When Windham got something more of a rhythm going Joe’s hips began to thrust into the channel the other’s fist provided for him, panting against Windham’s mouth when the kiss broke so they could breathe.
“Win--- oh, fuck Win-“ Joe whimpered, eyes hooded, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, Windham’s gaze torn between looking at the other’s wanton expression and the actions his hand was currently executing. Joe was so wet, the pre-cum he was exuding making the motions of Windham’s wrist slicker.
“Is… is this good?” Windham asked, though Joe kept panting and groaning and his cock was dripping, so it appeared to be a good thing.
“Yes!” Joe cried. “Oh, Christ, Win. Just like that.” As Windham stroked his cock, Joe brought his hand up behind his friend’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. He couldn’t get enough.
Windham kept his rhythm, somewhat surprised at how… not strange it was. Yeah, Joe’s cock felt different than his own, but it was still a cock. He still knew what to do, since he’d been doing it to himself for years.
Girls, Joe quickly decided, were nowhere near as good at this as Windham was. None of the girls he’d been with really even wanted to stroke it, much less suck it, but, Christ, Windham knew exactly what to do with it. Maybe there was something to this whole being with another man thing.
Soon, Joe was throbbing and his whole body seemed to be straining towards Windham’s fist, “Oh--- oh!” he shuddered powerfully and moaned.
“Win-hand---!” Joe was going to come and if Windham’s hand didn’t move away then chances were he was going to end up coming all over the other’s hand and shirt and that would be hard to explain.
Windham however merely stepped to one side so that Joe was ‘pointed’ ahead of them both. Joe’s hand flexed and eased over Windham’s arm before he was then gasping, “Windham!” and grunting lowly as he came. Hard.
It was definitely the hardest he had come before from a handjob, and his head was spinning. Falling back against the wall Joe locked his stance weakly to keep from sliding to the floor. Windham meanwhile was looking at the impressive distance Joe’s come had managed to clear, “Nice shot, Joe,” his voice belayed his casual words as he’d been affected by Joe’s display.
“Thanks,” Joe replied in a heavy breath. “Christ, Win, that was… That was the best damn handjob I’ve ever gotten.”
“Guess it’s my turn to say thanks,” Windham replied, blushing as he realized he still had Joe’s cock in his hand. His fingers unwrapped and with some uncertainty, he tucked Joe back into his pants.
Before Windham even saw the arm moving, Joe’s hand was now palming him through his trousers. “Did you want me to return the favour?” he asked.
“Only if you swear to me that you’ll make me feel as good as I seemingly made you feel,” Windham answered.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, right?” Joe then asked, already undoing Windham’s trousers.
“Right.”
The first touch of Joe’s hand was oh so very different but not unusual and Windham sucked in a soft breath of anticipation.
Watching the other’s face closely Joe began to stroke, slowly at first and then a little faster. His thumb curled around the swollen head and he twisted his wrist on every upstroke, personal experience again playing a part.
Even though Windham managed to seem more stoic than Joe had his hands were soon gripping his boyfriend’s hips to keep himself steady as he leant against the wall.
“Joe,” the almost growl that had emitted from Windham’s throat thrilled Joe to his very toes even though he had come not minutes before.
He bit his lips, eyes riveted onto Windham’s face as his cheeks grew flusher and perspiration began to bead on his forehead.
“Joe-”
Joe definitely lived up to his promise. Already Windham could feel that tingling in his lower belly and he swore that they’d only just begun, though Joe had been stroking him for quite a while now.
“You feel so natural in my hand,” Joe whispered. This was nothing like fumbling around with a girl, nowhere near it. He was fooling around with someone who had all the same parts.
“Shit, Joe,” Windham muttered. “I’m close,” he said. “So close,” he repeated.
“That’s it, Win.” Now it was Joe’s turn to step to the side. “See if I make you come as hard as you made me come.”
With a few more strokes, Joe had Windham coming, and it seemed his orgasm was just as intense as his own had been. “Fuck,” Windham breathed out after his orgasm had run its course.
Joe tucked the other back in when he was sure he was finished and smiled slowly, “Not bad, aye?” Windham chuckled lowly and slowly straightened himself out when he felt less jittery, “Definitely not.”
Glancing at the mess they had made on the floor Joe shrugged, “Ah well, I guess we need to do something about that…” not that anyone would know it was them that had done it.
Windham reached into his pocket and held out a handkerchief to Joe, “Here.”
It was better than nothing and Joe nodded thanks before kneeling down and cleaning up the mess as best as he could do.
It was odd, since Joe had knelt down in front of him hundreds of times before for whatever reason, but this time around when he did Windham’s eyes were immediately drawn to his backside.
Joe could feel that gaze upon his backside, and his own cheeks were turning red. He wasn’t even bent over for that long before he stood and said, “Good enough,” as he kicked some dirt over the stains. Lord knows they weren’t the first to do such a thing in the shed and they surely wouldn’t be the last.
As soon as Joe stood, Windham averted his eyes, now trying to look anywhere but at Joe. It just make for a slightly awkward moment. “Yeah,” he agreed as he looked to the roof of the shed.
“So, um, did you want to practice anymore?” Joe asked.
“Doesn’t really matter to me,” Windham answered. “If you want to…”
“Don’t care,” Joe muttered. “Would you rather just stare at my arse again?” Joe then quipped, taking Windham completely by surprise.
“You are a cheeky bastard,” Windham shook his head, pausing when a sudden rumble sounded overhead. “Bollocks, a storm, now?” he moved to the door and it took mere seconds for him to blink and then it began to rain. And, just like they had predicted, it had begun to rain very hard indeed. “Oh for fuck’s sake…”
“Looks like we’ll have to make a run for it,” Joe said, though he didn’t sound too enthused. “Well we can’t stay in the closet forever.” They both ignored the irony of the statement Windham gave.
“On the count of three?” Joe then suggested to him.
“I guess so-“ Windham allowed the other to move to the door first.
When Joe counted to three both boys made a quick dash back across the grounds from the sport’s shed to get inside just as the lightening started.
~~~
Hearing the sound behind him of a body hitting the floor, Chris turned, wide eyed, knowing that it had to be Evan. “Shit!” he cried as he rushed to his side. “Evan!” He knelt down beside the fallen form and looked him over.
A hand went to cradle Evan’s head to at least get it off the wet tiled floor. After a few moments, he pulled his hand away, relieved beyond belief that there was no blood. “Ev, I’m grabbing your towel, ok?” he said as he set Evan’s head back down. He stood up and quickly grabbed Evan’s towel and bathrobe that was hanging by the tub before returning right to Evan’s side. He folded the towel and raised Evan’s head, placing it back down on the soft surface. Evan’s robe he used to cover his lover’s nude form.
It felt like hours passed by, and Evan hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound. Chris checked multiple times to make sure he was still breathing. But then, finally, finally a pained groan sounded from Evan.
“Shhh,” Chris soothed, patting his head lightly, not wanting to cause him anymore pain by aggravating him. “I’m here, baby, you’ll be ok.”
“Chris?” Evan managed to painfully cracked one eye open a fraction and asked, “What’s wrong?” Chris actually looked as though he might start crying for some reason, and he had obviously been biting his lip in apparent anxiety.
A sense of unease washed over Chris; Evan’s eyes were unfocused and his speech was mildly slurred. He had seen the other in the throes of a concussion before after a particularly violent game of rugby and he had been as panicked internally then as he was now. “You fell out of the bath,” Chris spoke lowly and slowly, “I’m going to help you stand up, Ok? And then I’m going to take you to Madame Guerrero.” This time when Evan groaned again Chris could swear that it was from pain--- his lover wasn’t too fond of the matron.
Not to say that he was especially. She was widowed and old enough to be the mother of most of the boys in the school, and she had an apparent tendency to act flirtatious with any boys that caught her fancy in the infirmary.
“I’m not going. I’ll be fine, just need to lay down for a while,” Evan tried to sound firm but his voice failed him as he grimaced and closed his eyes, the room spinning.
“Oh no you will not,” Chris said. “Evan, this could be serious, you need to go get checked out.”
“I’m fine,” Evan muttered again.
“You’re not fine! Ev, you’ve got to go see her. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said, worry seeping into his voice.
Evan groaned again. His head hurt, but it wasn’t as though he wanted to admit that to anyone, and he really, really didn’t want to see Madame Guerrero. But he also knew that Chris wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Knowing that he was taking Evan to see here whether he liked it or not, Chris managed to get Evan’s bathrobe on him, covering him up as best he could. With that done, he began walking them towards the infirmary.
“This is so degr-degra-embarrassing,” Evan murmured, glad at least that the weekend meant there wasn’t as many people about.
“Better embarrassing than dangerous,” Chris chided.
Pushing open the infirmary door he called, “Madame Guerrero?” she was in school all the time but she might have popped out for some reason.
“Hello?” the squat dark haired woman poked her head around the door of her office and then squealed when she caught sight of Evan leaning limply against Chris. Chris rubbed Evan’s back soothingly out of her line of sight to reassure him.
“Evan fell in the bathroom,” Chris was doing his best to appear the right level of concerned that friends should be as opposed to lovers but it was hard, “And landed on his head hard. I’m afraid he might be concussed.”
“Yes, let’s go have him looked at,” Madame Guerrero said, standing from her desk. She had Chris follow her to one of the beds in the infirmary, which had many more windows so she could look at him more clearly. “You said he fell in the bath?”
“Well, when he was getting out. I had finished mine and was going to the sinks to do my teeth and shave when I heard a loud thud. When I turned around, he was on the floor.”
“You did right in getting him here,” she said as she looked him over. His eyes were glazed, his pupils were dilated and he wasn’t focusing, even still. “I’d say your assessment was correct,” she told Chris.
“He’s concussed?” he asked and she nodded.
“He’s lucky you were there. I can’t tell you how many people have slipped on those tiled floors and done the same thing.” She’d been there a long time and really had seen it all. She told him what Evan needed to do to prevent his injury from worsening, then said, “Keep taking care of him.”
“Yes ma’am,” Chris said in all seriousness as he helped Evan off of the bed where he had been placed for the matron to look him over. She handed Chris a little bottle of pills and said, “They should help his headache, but he can only have one every 6 hours.”
It wasn’t especially strong medication but you would have to be a fool to mess around with it. Thanking the matron Chris pocketed the bottle and then helped Evan leave the room.
After getting Evan back to their room Chris laid him down before changing his clothing (much to Evan’s embarrassment but he was feeling too hazy to protest) and then he helped him take the tablet to ease his pain.
“I feel like death warmed up. This is worse than last time.”
And last time he had actually had his head cracked open when the tackle had given him a concussion. The boy had apologised afterwards but Evan had never really gotten over his stint in hospital. Even though he had received the best care money could buy it still hadn’t been a great experience.
“God, Ev, I don’t want to leave you alone but I need to go get Randy,” Chris said. He thought Evan would appreciate having his cousin by his side, and Randy would like to know what was going on.
“I’ll be fine,” Evan told him, but his voice wavered. He really didn’t want Chris to leave him.
“Ok, hold on,” Chris muttered. He opened the door to their room and stood leaning against the frame with the door cracked a bit. The first person he saw walking by was a familiar face, so he called out, “Hey could you go get Randy Orton for me?”
“You want me to go get Orton? Why?” Phil asked. He didn’t have any problem with it, he was just curious.
“His cousin Evan’s got a concussion and wants to see him.”
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back, Chris,” Phil told him. They weren’t exactly friends, but they had some classes together so they did know one another.
~~~
“I don’t do it just because Randy does it,” John answered reflexively, but even he wasn’t sure if that was entirely true. However, it wouldn’t be the way Danielson was thinking it. It was just something they had both done, that they may not have done otherwise if you got him.
“Yes you do,” Bryan said, red-faced and clearly wound up, “You wouldn’t mess around if he didn’t. You’re only doing it to protect yourself.”
“You’re completely out of order,” John snapped.
Wrenching the door open he stormed out of the classroom, ignoring Bryan’s calls for him to go back, and he slammed the door firmly behind him. He was so angry that he couldn’t even see straight for a moment. He wasn’t sure where Randy had gone to and so he figured he’d try the most likely place: his bedroom. Any boys who passed John were startled to see the usually smiling captain in such a bad mood.
John reached Randy’s room in record time and pushed the door open, revealing his lover had been pacing the floor, “I am so pissed off!” John growled.
“What happened?” Randy asked. He didn’t think he had ever seen John so incredibly angry.
“He told me what happened, how I saved him… then told me he loved me… I told him that I only loved one person, and that person was you, that he needed to get over me because he has a bride waiting for him. Then said that he wanted me to kiss him so that he could try and forget me, and I declined. So you know what that little fucker did?” John asked.
“No?” Randy replied. His lover was only getting angrier.
“I wasn’t expecting it, and he pushed me back onto a desk and he kissed me. I’ve probably got black and blues from where my legs hit the desk!” John exclaimed. “I feel disgusting, like I need to go bathe and do my teeth because his lips touched mine.”
Now Randy was pissed off. “He what?! I swear to god, the next time I see him-”
“Don’t do anything. Randy, I couldn’t stand to see you expelled because of that utter jackass. He’s not worth getting into trouble over.”
“You seriously can’t expect that I’m not going to do something to him after all of that?”
Now Randy looked pissed off and though John could understand it he wasn’t relenting, “Yes. You are not going to put a hand on that boy because he is not worth it.” John scrubbed his hands over his face and then leveled a kick at Randy’s bedpost as it was closest. It hurt his foot a little since his shoe wasn’t that thick but he felt a little better.
John was so lost in his rage that he didn’t notice Randy go still, watching him.
“I mean, the fucking cheek of it--!” John’s eyes widened as he suddenly found himself being pushed onto Randy’s bed, said male hovering over him and kissing him as though he intended to steal the very breath from his lungs… or to remove Bryan’s touch from his lips.
Flailing momentarily only with surprise John then succumbed to the kiss and returned it.
Randy hadn’t missed the way John had winced though when the backs of his thighs had connected with the mattress. Oh, Danielson was so dead.
Pulling back from the kiss, body still lying on John’s, Randy asked, “What desk in Cole’s class does Danielson sit?”
“I think he’s over in the far corner away from the door,” John answered. “Why?”
“Because tonight after I’m done with detention, and after we fuck on Cole’s desk, I think you should fuck me on Danielson’s desk,” Randy told him. If he couldn’t beat Danielson to a pulp (yet), then the least he could do is have his lover fuck him on the seat he sits in first class Monday mornings.
“I think I could do that,” John said. “I never thought I’d be more satisfied about fucking you on another student’s desk than on Cole’s.” Randy smirked at that, then lowered his head to meet John’s lips once again.
They kissed for a long time, or so it felt, but neither minded. Many ignored the importance of kissing, but Randy had a reason for that:
They just weren’t doing it good enough to really feel good. Pathetic amateurs.
“So… you’re gonna fuck me over Cole’s desk, and then not minutes after you want me in your arse over Danielson’s desk… sounds like an excellent evening’s plan to me.” Randy chuckled, “Well, it’ll certainly be an improvement from sitting there watching the idiots who were daft enough to get caught.”
“Oh yes, because you’re such a bad boy-“ it was only after the words had left his mouth that John realised what opening he’d left Randy. And then, sure enough, Randy said, “Oh but John, you should know better than anyone that I am a very bad boy.”
“I suppose you’re right,” John agreed, smirking. “Although when it comes to sex, you’re anything but bad.”
“Oh, I know,” Randy said, leaning down for another kiss.
It was while they were kissing that a series of pounding knocks came on the door. “Orton!”
“It’s Phil,” John said, pushing Randy’s shoulders to get him off of him.
Randy got the door, opening it to a somewhat worried looking Phil. “What’s wrong?”
“Evan’s got a concussion,” he answered. “Jericho saw me in the halls and set me to get you,” he explained, walking alongside Randy as he already began heading down the halls in a near panic to get to his cousin’s room.
~~~
“He does know that he’s got nothing to be jealous of, right? You make goo-goo eyes at him every time he walks into a room. God, you’ve never so much as looked at me, much less anyone else,” Cody said.
“Self centered much?” Ted asked as he began making his bed.
“Well, he knows that I really don’t have eyes for anyone but him, but he thinks that others might have their eyes on me,” Justin told them. “Still, he also knows that I would never be with anyone but him.”
“Therefore, he’s got nothing to be jealous of,” Cody said once again.
“Right. But I think it’s sweet of him,” Justin confessed with a light blush.
“I guess I can see where you’re coming from,” Cody agreed, looking to Ted. God, his Teddy got so jealous… and he loved him for it.
“It still amazes me just how much that man has done for me,” Justin said, a fond look in his eyes.
“I think we should be allowed to come to your place one time,” Cody decided as he began to make his own bed, as usual behind as Justin and Ted had already done so. The comment had Justin falling still though, surprised in himself.
It had never occurred to him before to have a friend over, believe it or not.
“Cody-“ Ted admonished but Cody merely waved his hand and sent his lover a pointed look, “Come on, Teddy, you know you’ve wanted to see Justin’s home as much as I have.” Ted still clucked at his forwardness.
“I guess one time I could see…” Justin said pensively as he perched on his bed.
That would explain why Wade had gone through a period of believing that Justin had no friends in school. Or not close friends at least.
“Yes!” Cody said jubilantly, “Though not New Year’s or Christmas… maybe before?”
“Cody, will you behave yourself?” Ted asked, though he was smiling slightly, showing that he wasn’t that mad.
“Well, you’ll have to let me ask him if it’s ok that you come over first before you start making dates,” Justin told them.
“Do you really not think he’d want you to have friends over?” Ted asked.
“Uh, I don’t really know. I’ve never talked to him about it before,” he said. “I think he’ll be ok with it, though. I’ll bring it up the next time I see him, promise.”
“Good. Because I’ve been wanting to see your house for years. Ever since you told us that you lived with Wade,” Cody said. “I mean, I want the grand tour.”
“Cody, jeez, let him ask Barrett first,” Ted told him. “Then once he asks you can start daydreaming about our Headmaster’s house again.”
“You’re just mad because I don’t daydream about your house anymore,” Cody said lightly and Ted went pink in the cheeks.
“That isn’t the point at all!” he insisted somewhat to the other with a stumble.
“Stop teasing the poor boy, Cody,” Justin said lightly as he deposited himself onto his bed, sighing gently. He really didn’t learn that talking about Wade didn’t help.
Even when they were in the same general building together they always felt so far apart from one another… hence why Justin risked Wade’s wrath sneaking to see him.
Cody reached and pulled Ted to sit with him. He wasn’t trying to rub Justin’s nose in their closeness but talking to Justin made him appreciate their chance together.
“Does he ever have gatherings with the staff, or anything like that?” Cody asked. When Justin nodded, he went on, “Does that mean Win and Joe have been to your place before, then?”
“No. Just their fathers,” Justin answered.
“What exactly do you do when he has all these gatherings, then?” Cody wondered.
“Uh, well… sometimes I’ll join them, but it’s usually pretty boring, so I end up in my room a lot reading or something,” he told them.
“Boring even for you? Now that’s saying something,” Cody teased, and Ted smacked him in the arm lightly.
“Yeah well…” he trailed off, then said, “God, I want to go see him.”
“Good, then you can ask if we can come over!” Cody said with a grin.
“You just don’t give in, do you?” Justin said though it was more than obvious he wasn’t actually asking the question since they all knew how Cody could get--- single-minded.
“Let’s go see him now,” Cody prompted.
“It is still early…” Justin thought, “And he likes to take long breakfasts and relax during weekends… he mainly does paperwork.”
“He finds paperwork relaxing?” Ted asked with some curiosity in his voice, head tilting.
“As opposed to the usual dealing with people and doling out canings, yes,” Justin said as he started to the door.
“We should go too,” Cody said immediately, pulling on Ted’s hand.
“I think that we should stay right here,” Ted returned firmly.
“But Teddy! It was my idea,” was what Justin heard as he made his way out of his room, shutting the door behind him to leave the bickering couple to themselves. He headed downstairs and clearly heard the sounds of rain pounding against the window panes. It was really coming down out there.
He continued walking along the halls on the familiar path to Wade’s office. “Christ, what happened to you?” he asked when he saw two of his good friends utterly drenched obviously on the way back to their rooms.
“We were out on the field practicing, just tossing the ball back and forth for a while,” Joe began, “then we went to put the ball away when we were done and in that short moment, it started to piss on us.” He didn’t feel it was necessary to say that they were in the shed for a whole lot longer than the few seconds it would take to put the ball away.”
“Well, you guys go dry off. I won’t keep you here any longer,” Justin said, giving them a smile and a quick wave as he continued on down to Wade’s.
While still in the hall, Windham used his hands to ring out his hair, figuring they were already tracking enough water in the halls, a few more drops wouldn’t matter. “Christ, talk about bad timing,” he muttered.
“You’re not… you’re not upset about what we did, are you?” Joe asked uncertainly.
Windham looked to the side at his friend, then raised a brow. “Not at all. I’m just upset we got caught in the first rainfall we’ve had in weeks. I don’t know about you, but as soon as we’re back, I’m getting out of these clothes, putting my pajamas back on and going back to sleep.”
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Joe agreed, reaching the door to their common room area. They headed to their room and found Heath there polishing his trumpet, his clarinet and flute also out, sitting on his bed.
“What the hell happened to you two?” he asked, barely looking up from his task.
“Did you miss the fact that it’s pissing buckets out there?” Joe asked, already beginning to strip off his clothing, which was getting cold and sticking to his body in the most unpleasant of ways.
~~~
As the door all but flew open Chris wheeled around and hissed, “Be quiet would you?” under other circumstances Chris would have been told to go fuck himself but Randy managed to rein himself in.
Instead he merely moved to Evan’s side and knelt down, seeing his peaky and dazed cousin.
“It might look worse,” Chris said, “Because the medicine has made him a little drowsy,” from what Chris had seen though Evan’s headache seemed much better… well, as well as it could be as things stood. Randy brushed a hand over Evan’s forehead.
“What happened?” he asked Chris, voice low and John moved up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
He was clearly concerned and probably angry he hadn’t been alerted immediately.
Running a hand through his hair and not tearing his gaze away from Evan, Chris recounted what had happened in the bathroom and how he’d fallen.
“It’s not like you to be so klutzy like that…” Randy murmured quietly to Evan and his cousin gave a tiny smile in response.
“I don’t need to hear that from you of all people, Randy.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Randy asked, though it was clear that he was playing.
John pretended to huff, “You’re lucky that tryouts aren’t today, Evan.”
“Sorry John,” Evan murmured, but John waved a hand and assured him he was joking.
John backed off a moment to let Randy and his cousin talk, Chris assuring Evan he was still right there before then backing to stand with Phil and John. Phil looked pensive, “That really doesn’t sound like something Evan’d do.”
“I know, I know, he’s usually far more cautious,” Chris said. “And now I feel awful for saying what I did.”
“What do you mean saying what you did?” Randy asked, turning his head from Evan to look over at Chris for a moment, eyes narrowed.
“It’s so stupid,” Chris muttered.
“Randy, it’s not his fault,” Evan said, putting his hand on his cousin’s wrist.
“What the fuck did you do?” Randy asked again.
“I just think what we were discussing maybe threw him off his game for a bit.” When Randy didn’t stop staring, he finally gave in. “I was just saying to him that… that there’s a part of him that’s a bit more adventurous. Like… having sex with me in the baths,” he confessed after a brief pause.
“Wait, shit, you two are fucking one another, too?” Phil asked, shaking his head side to side in disbelief.
“I told you it was just something stupid. I should have dropped the issue, but I kept pushing it… and we both ended up a little angry and… Like I said, my words broke his concentration. If I knew this would happen, shit, I never woulda brought it up,” he said, his eyes sad as he looked to Evan, who still had his hand on Randy’s wrist.
Before Randy could start chewing Chris out about it, Evan pushed on his wrist and tried to sit up somewhat.
Randy braced an arm around Evan’s back to help him and Evan murmured gentle thanks before looking to Chris, “Chris, come here.”
Chris hesitated momentarily until John pushed him.
Phil exhaled a breath, muttering, “Jesus, does anyone here fuck girls?”
“Nope,” John joked as Chris drew level with Evan, “Just you.”
“Chris-it isn’t your fault,” Evan said, eyes closing momentarily as his head hurt, mewing lightly when Randy lightly probed the back of his head, hissing out a breath when he felt the lump there; no wonder Evan had a headache. He was lucky not to have cracked his head open again like last time.
“It was mine. I was the one who tried to rush because I was afraid that you were mad at me about all that.”
“So it was my fault,” Chris said morosely and Evan shook his head as firmly as he dared, his other hand reaching for Chris’ and curling his fingers through his, “It’s not your fault, and I will not be happy if you keep blaming yourself over it.” Randy snorted lightly and it was apparent that he wasn’t going to be as easily forgiving.
“But it was my fault. I should have just dropped the issue like you wanted me to,” Chris said.
“And maybe I just got upset because I was thinking about what you said a bit more than I would have liked,” Evan muttered.
“Well, don’t let anyone talk you into doing something that you feel uncomfortable about doing,” Randy said. “Though I gotta say, it is a bit of a thrill, isn’t it, John?” Randy then asked of his lover.
“Christ, is all you’re going to talk about fucking one another?” Phil asked.
“You’re clearly missing out on something,” John replied. “And yes, Randy, that it is.”
“You mean you two have…?” Evan asked, though with all the things he’d learned about his cousin in the past few days, he didn’t know why he even sounded surprised.
“Many times,” Randy answered.
“Oh, gross, does that mean I’ve bathed in tubs where you two…? Gross,” Evan repeated, scrunching his face up before his head began throbbing once again.
“Stop pulling faces,” Chris chastised gently, “You’ll strain your head.” Evan made a sound of ascent.
Phil was muttering something in the background that sounded like, “I’m never going to take a bath again,” and John snickered.
“You’ll never want to go into Cole’s classroom again-“ Randy started and then amended, “Well, more than usual after tonight then.” Evan turned his head towards his cousin and quirked a brow weakly.
“Why?” Phil asked with what sounded like mild dread beginning in his voice.
“Let’s just say John and I have plans this evening and leave it at that,” he grinned.
“Seriously, how am I friends with such an unscrupulous tart as you?” Phil directed at John, who sputtered lightly in protest and then paused, “Can’t really deny that, can I?”
“Nope, sorry baby,” Randy smirked.
He was pleased that Evan was alright and admittedly the news had distracted him momentarily from planning Danielson’s murder. He’d go back to that later though.
“Oh, hey, what happened with Danielson?” Phil asked.
“That motherfucker,” Randy growled.
“That bad?” Phil went on.
“Wait, what are you talking about?” Evan asked. He knew that the prefect had been giving John a hard time, but he didn’t know that things were that bad between them.
“Do I really have to talk about it?” John asked.
“Wow, it must have been bad, then,” Phil said.
“It was. I told him that didn’t love him because I love Randy, and that he needs to focus on the girl he’s going to marry… and then… he kissed me,” John told them.
“Wait, hold on… what?” Evan asked, still completely confused.
Authors: wrestlemanix and eric_idle_rules
Pairings: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Runnels, John Cena/Randy Orton, Justin Gabriel/Wade Barrett, Evan Bourne/Chris Jericho, Joe Hennig/Windham Rotunda, Joe Hennig/Heath Slater
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes place at an English all boys boarding school during the Victorian Era in which prefects roam the halls and rugby and cricket are the sports of choice.
Word Count: 7044
A/N: While I don't know much about the Victorian Era, I do know that while everyone kept up appearances to the world, behind closed doors, it was a whole other story... Please review! Oh, and we're still working out a title for this, haha, we'll settle on something eventually!
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the WWE.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32
“I could really envy you two,” Justin mused after he rinsed his toothbrush off afterwards.
“Why?” Cody asked, not making any flip comments about how everyone would envy them both because they were not only talented and gorgeous but they were together as well.
“Because you can be with each other all the time. You can be together all the time in school and out of it. I don’t get that with Wade, and even when we’re home he has visitors often…”
It was incredibly frustrating for Justin. “Don’t you ever wish he was our age?”
Justin cocked his head contemplatively as he heard Cody’s question, “I do, but then I tell myself off for it. Because if Wade had been my age chances were I would never have met him, or if I did then he would never have been able to take me in. I’m blessed as it is.”
Cody gave Justin a true, genuine smile at that. Sure, he teased Justin often, but he was thankful to Wade, because without him to take Justin in, no one at the academy would have ever had the chance to meet him. “You’ve got a point,” Cody said. “Plus, if he were our age, he probably wouldn’t have all that prior sexual knowledge and wouldn’t be as good in bed.”
“Cody!” Justin chided. Leave it to Cody to turn a serious moment into… this.
“Well, am I right?” Cody asked.
“Are you saying I wasn’t any good?” Ted chimed in from the next sink down.
“No, and that’s not the point here, Teddy,” Cody replied quickly before turning back to Justin.
“Yes, ok, you’re probably right,” Justin gave in. Sure, he didn’t have anyone to compare it to, but he knew that Wade was amazing in bed. “But, you know, it kinda would have been nice to learn all that together,” he admitted. “Though I was the first man he had.”
“Seriously?” Cody gaped slightly despite himself, “You were the first man he had?” and, considering Justin had never thrown some scorned lover’s fit about Wade being with someone else he could surmise that Justin was the only man Wade had ever been with. Justin arched a brow as he dabbed his cheeks dry from where he had just finished shaving them.
“What’s so shocking about that? Wait… hang on let me rephrase myself-“ he started.
“What’s shocking is that he’s so much older, and apparently very popular.”
Justin’s mouth formed into a pout before he sighed wanly and then smiled, “I know he is.”
Ted looked slightly impressed and awed himself, “Wow…” that was quite admirable in itself.
“Do you know,” Justin chuckled slightly as they all packed up and started out of the bathroom, “Wade shows me all the marriage proposals that he receives, and he has a whole drawer full of proposal gifts to try and sweeten his favour.” Justin laughed at his friends’ shock.
“You’re joking!” Cody declared, gaping at Justin.
“Am I?” he asked in return. “Like I said, I was his first man. I wasn’t the first person he was ever with. And as he isn’t getting any younger, all the women are dying to be the one to tame the ruggedly handsome bachelor.”
“Little do they know that their rugged bachelor was tamed by a seventeen year old African boy,” Cody teased, muttering into Justin’s ear as they walked back to their room, earning him a light smack on the arm.
“You know, I saw him once,” Justin recalled as they reached their room. Pulling open the door, he continued, “Having sex with a woman, that is.”
“Did you, really? How old were you?” Ted found himself asking.
“I did. I think I was thirteen. He had company over, and I thought all the guests had left when I went to his room to go see him. Well, turns out not all the guests had left. But even back then, thinking about it, the sight of his bare arse got me hard.”
“Did he know you saw him?” Ted asked lowly.
“He does now,” Justin said easily as he moved to get something to wear for the day, “I told him about it once… I admit it was when I was in a temper at the time and it came out rather spitefully…” he trailed off sheepishly.
“Surely it made you jealous,” Cody said, as though it was obvious that that should somehow come out in a row. Justin looked pensively, “You know, I don’t think it ever really did.” Seeing their looks of disbelief he elaborated:
“I know Wade has no intention of marrying, and he hasn’t been with another woman since being with me. Now, if there was another man in the equation…”
“You’d kill him?” Cody supplied helpfully as Ted shook his head.
“It’s very possible,” Justin said with a sunny smile, “I am jealous now when it comes to Wade. But then I know it’s not just a childish feeling for me, because he’s confessed to me that he gets jealous before.” And that did thrill him deep down inside.
~~~
To say Windham was startled wasn’t an understatement.
He had never been on the receiving end of such aggressive passion before and he almost didn’t know how to react.
For one heart-wrenching moment Joe thought that Windham wasn’t going to respond to him, but when he did he immediately felt at ease. Sometimes he really did wonder whether Windham had only just accepted his feelings to protect his general sensibilities.
This was really very different from being with a woman, though he’d only done that once. For one thing she had expected he’d do the leading.
A muffled sound emitted from Windham’s mouth as Joe’s tongue was suddenly pressing between his lips and plundering the mouth that was then made available to him, touching and tasting.
Joe had kissed Windham before, but never like this. Never with such raw need and passion. And, god, if Windham returning the kiss wasn’t the best feeling in the world. No girl he had ever kissed had kissed him back like this.
“Touch me,” Joe muttered during one of their small pauses for air. He could feel his cock stirring just from the kiss alone, and dammit, he wanted Windham’s hand touching him there. He reached up and grabbed one of the hands Windham had resting on his neck and brought it downwards until he was palming Joe’s cock through his trousers.
Turning his head to break the kiss, Windham looked down to make sure he was seeing what he was feeling.
“Shit, did I do something wrong? Do you not want to?” Joe asked taking a step back, breaking all physical contact, thinking he’d gone too far in pushing his friend into something he didn’t want.
But instead, Windham shook his head side to side before grabbing Joe’s wrist and pulling him in close. While Joe was still somewhat stunned, he reversed their positions, this time pushing Joe into the wall while he initiated the kiss and undid Joe’s trousers so he could more easily slip his hand inside.
Whining low in his throat in pleasure as Windham’s hand met his bare flesh after some fumbling Joe had to lock his stance since his knees went embarrassingly weak for a moment there, hands clutching at the other’s shoulders tightly.
The only comfort that Windham had concerning his technique was that Joe couldn’t like things too much different than he himself did, and so he just tried the things that he had done to himself in the past. Plus, the way Joe was soon shivering and moaning in his arms was very gratifying soothing the hurt ego he had received seeing him with Heath.
Not that he would ever actually admit to anyone that he had felt like that because of something so mundane.
When Windham got something more of a rhythm going Joe’s hips began to thrust into the channel the other’s fist provided for him, panting against Windham’s mouth when the kiss broke so they could breathe.
“Win--- oh, fuck Win-“ Joe whimpered, eyes hooded, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, Windham’s gaze torn between looking at the other’s wanton expression and the actions his hand was currently executing. Joe was so wet, the pre-cum he was exuding making the motions of Windham’s wrist slicker.
“Is… is this good?” Windham asked, though Joe kept panting and groaning and his cock was dripping, so it appeared to be a good thing.
“Yes!” Joe cried. “Oh, Christ, Win. Just like that.” As Windham stroked his cock, Joe brought his hand up behind his friend’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. He couldn’t get enough.
Windham kept his rhythm, somewhat surprised at how… not strange it was. Yeah, Joe’s cock felt different than his own, but it was still a cock. He still knew what to do, since he’d been doing it to himself for years.
Girls, Joe quickly decided, were nowhere near as good at this as Windham was. None of the girls he’d been with really even wanted to stroke it, much less suck it, but, Christ, Windham knew exactly what to do with it. Maybe there was something to this whole being with another man thing.
Soon, Joe was throbbing and his whole body seemed to be straining towards Windham’s fist, “Oh--- oh!” he shuddered powerfully and moaned.
“Win-hand---!” Joe was going to come and if Windham’s hand didn’t move away then chances were he was going to end up coming all over the other’s hand and shirt and that would be hard to explain.
Windham however merely stepped to one side so that Joe was ‘pointed’ ahead of them both. Joe’s hand flexed and eased over Windham’s arm before he was then gasping, “Windham!” and grunting lowly as he came. Hard.
It was definitely the hardest he had come before from a handjob, and his head was spinning. Falling back against the wall Joe locked his stance weakly to keep from sliding to the floor. Windham meanwhile was looking at the impressive distance Joe’s come had managed to clear, “Nice shot, Joe,” his voice belayed his casual words as he’d been affected by Joe’s display.
“Thanks,” Joe replied in a heavy breath. “Christ, Win, that was… That was the best damn handjob I’ve ever gotten.”
“Guess it’s my turn to say thanks,” Windham replied, blushing as he realized he still had Joe’s cock in his hand. His fingers unwrapped and with some uncertainty, he tucked Joe back into his pants.
Before Windham even saw the arm moving, Joe’s hand was now palming him through his trousers. “Did you want me to return the favour?” he asked.
“Only if you swear to me that you’ll make me feel as good as I seemingly made you feel,” Windham answered.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, right?” Joe then asked, already undoing Windham’s trousers.
“Right.”
The first touch of Joe’s hand was oh so very different but not unusual and Windham sucked in a soft breath of anticipation.
Watching the other’s face closely Joe began to stroke, slowly at first and then a little faster. His thumb curled around the swollen head and he twisted his wrist on every upstroke, personal experience again playing a part.
Even though Windham managed to seem more stoic than Joe had his hands were soon gripping his boyfriend’s hips to keep himself steady as he leant against the wall.
“Joe,” the almost growl that had emitted from Windham’s throat thrilled Joe to his very toes even though he had come not minutes before.
He bit his lips, eyes riveted onto Windham’s face as his cheeks grew flusher and perspiration began to bead on his forehead.
“Joe-”
Joe definitely lived up to his promise. Already Windham could feel that tingling in his lower belly and he swore that they’d only just begun, though Joe had been stroking him for quite a while now.
“You feel so natural in my hand,” Joe whispered. This was nothing like fumbling around with a girl, nowhere near it. He was fooling around with someone who had all the same parts.
“Shit, Joe,” Windham muttered. “I’m close,” he said. “So close,” he repeated.
“That’s it, Win.” Now it was Joe’s turn to step to the side. “See if I make you come as hard as you made me come.”
With a few more strokes, Joe had Windham coming, and it seemed his orgasm was just as intense as his own had been. “Fuck,” Windham breathed out after his orgasm had run its course.
Joe tucked the other back in when he was sure he was finished and smiled slowly, “Not bad, aye?” Windham chuckled lowly and slowly straightened himself out when he felt less jittery, “Definitely not.”
Glancing at the mess they had made on the floor Joe shrugged, “Ah well, I guess we need to do something about that…” not that anyone would know it was them that had done it.
Windham reached into his pocket and held out a handkerchief to Joe, “Here.”
It was better than nothing and Joe nodded thanks before kneeling down and cleaning up the mess as best as he could do.
It was odd, since Joe had knelt down in front of him hundreds of times before for whatever reason, but this time around when he did Windham’s eyes were immediately drawn to his backside.
Joe could feel that gaze upon his backside, and his own cheeks were turning red. He wasn’t even bent over for that long before he stood and said, “Good enough,” as he kicked some dirt over the stains. Lord knows they weren’t the first to do such a thing in the shed and they surely wouldn’t be the last.
As soon as Joe stood, Windham averted his eyes, now trying to look anywhere but at Joe. It just make for a slightly awkward moment. “Yeah,” he agreed as he looked to the roof of the shed.
“So, um, did you want to practice anymore?” Joe asked.
“Doesn’t really matter to me,” Windham answered. “If you want to…”
“Don’t care,” Joe muttered. “Would you rather just stare at my arse again?” Joe then quipped, taking Windham completely by surprise.
“You are a cheeky bastard,” Windham shook his head, pausing when a sudden rumble sounded overhead. “Bollocks, a storm, now?” he moved to the door and it took mere seconds for him to blink and then it began to rain. And, just like they had predicted, it had begun to rain very hard indeed. “Oh for fuck’s sake…”
“Looks like we’ll have to make a run for it,” Joe said, though he didn’t sound too enthused. “Well we can’t stay in the closet forever.” They both ignored the irony of the statement Windham gave.
“On the count of three?” Joe then suggested to him.
“I guess so-“ Windham allowed the other to move to the door first.
When Joe counted to three both boys made a quick dash back across the grounds from the sport’s shed to get inside just as the lightening started.
~~~
Hearing the sound behind him of a body hitting the floor, Chris turned, wide eyed, knowing that it had to be Evan. “Shit!” he cried as he rushed to his side. “Evan!” He knelt down beside the fallen form and looked him over.
A hand went to cradle Evan’s head to at least get it off the wet tiled floor. After a few moments, he pulled his hand away, relieved beyond belief that there was no blood. “Ev, I’m grabbing your towel, ok?” he said as he set Evan’s head back down. He stood up and quickly grabbed Evan’s towel and bathrobe that was hanging by the tub before returning right to Evan’s side. He folded the towel and raised Evan’s head, placing it back down on the soft surface. Evan’s robe he used to cover his lover’s nude form.
It felt like hours passed by, and Evan hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound. Chris checked multiple times to make sure he was still breathing. But then, finally, finally a pained groan sounded from Evan.
“Shhh,” Chris soothed, patting his head lightly, not wanting to cause him anymore pain by aggravating him. “I’m here, baby, you’ll be ok.”
“Chris?” Evan managed to painfully cracked one eye open a fraction and asked, “What’s wrong?” Chris actually looked as though he might start crying for some reason, and he had obviously been biting his lip in apparent anxiety.
A sense of unease washed over Chris; Evan’s eyes were unfocused and his speech was mildly slurred. He had seen the other in the throes of a concussion before after a particularly violent game of rugby and he had been as panicked internally then as he was now. “You fell out of the bath,” Chris spoke lowly and slowly, “I’m going to help you stand up, Ok? And then I’m going to take you to Madame Guerrero.” This time when Evan groaned again Chris could swear that it was from pain--- his lover wasn’t too fond of the matron.
Not to say that he was especially. She was widowed and old enough to be the mother of most of the boys in the school, and she had an apparent tendency to act flirtatious with any boys that caught her fancy in the infirmary.
“I’m not going. I’ll be fine, just need to lay down for a while,” Evan tried to sound firm but his voice failed him as he grimaced and closed his eyes, the room spinning.
“Oh no you will not,” Chris said. “Evan, this could be serious, you need to go get checked out.”
“I’m fine,” Evan muttered again.
“You’re not fine! Ev, you’ve got to go see her. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said, worry seeping into his voice.
Evan groaned again. His head hurt, but it wasn’t as though he wanted to admit that to anyone, and he really, really didn’t want to see Madame Guerrero. But he also knew that Chris wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Knowing that he was taking Evan to see here whether he liked it or not, Chris managed to get Evan’s bathrobe on him, covering him up as best he could. With that done, he began walking them towards the infirmary.
“This is so degr-degra-embarrassing,” Evan murmured, glad at least that the weekend meant there wasn’t as many people about.
“Better embarrassing than dangerous,” Chris chided.
Pushing open the infirmary door he called, “Madame Guerrero?” she was in school all the time but she might have popped out for some reason.
“Hello?” the squat dark haired woman poked her head around the door of her office and then squealed when she caught sight of Evan leaning limply against Chris. Chris rubbed Evan’s back soothingly out of her line of sight to reassure him.
“Evan fell in the bathroom,” Chris was doing his best to appear the right level of concerned that friends should be as opposed to lovers but it was hard, “And landed on his head hard. I’m afraid he might be concussed.”
“Yes, let’s go have him looked at,” Madame Guerrero said, standing from her desk. She had Chris follow her to one of the beds in the infirmary, which had many more windows so she could look at him more clearly. “You said he fell in the bath?”
“Well, when he was getting out. I had finished mine and was going to the sinks to do my teeth and shave when I heard a loud thud. When I turned around, he was on the floor.”
“You did right in getting him here,” she said as she looked him over. His eyes were glazed, his pupils were dilated and he wasn’t focusing, even still. “I’d say your assessment was correct,” she told Chris.
“He’s concussed?” he asked and she nodded.
“He’s lucky you were there. I can’t tell you how many people have slipped on those tiled floors and done the same thing.” She’d been there a long time and really had seen it all. She told him what Evan needed to do to prevent his injury from worsening, then said, “Keep taking care of him.”
“Yes ma’am,” Chris said in all seriousness as he helped Evan off of the bed where he had been placed for the matron to look him over. She handed Chris a little bottle of pills and said, “They should help his headache, but he can only have one every 6 hours.”
It wasn’t especially strong medication but you would have to be a fool to mess around with it. Thanking the matron Chris pocketed the bottle and then helped Evan leave the room.
After getting Evan back to their room Chris laid him down before changing his clothing (much to Evan’s embarrassment but he was feeling too hazy to protest) and then he helped him take the tablet to ease his pain.
“I feel like death warmed up. This is worse than last time.”
And last time he had actually had his head cracked open when the tackle had given him a concussion. The boy had apologised afterwards but Evan had never really gotten over his stint in hospital. Even though he had received the best care money could buy it still hadn’t been a great experience.
“God, Ev, I don’t want to leave you alone but I need to go get Randy,” Chris said. He thought Evan would appreciate having his cousin by his side, and Randy would like to know what was going on.
“I’ll be fine,” Evan told him, but his voice wavered. He really didn’t want Chris to leave him.
“Ok, hold on,” Chris muttered. He opened the door to their room and stood leaning against the frame with the door cracked a bit. The first person he saw walking by was a familiar face, so he called out, “Hey could you go get Randy Orton for me?”
“You want me to go get Orton? Why?” Phil asked. He didn’t have any problem with it, he was just curious.
“His cousin Evan’s got a concussion and wants to see him.”
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back, Chris,” Phil told him. They weren’t exactly friends, but they had some classes together so they did know one another.
~~~
“I don’t do it just because Randy does it,” John answered reflexively, but even he wasn’t sure if that was entirely true. However, it wouldn’t be the way Danielson was thinking it. It was just something they had both done, that they may not have done otherwise if you got him.
“Yes you do,” Bryan said, red-faced and clearly wound up, “You wouldn’t mess around if he didn’t. You’re only doing it to protect yourself.”
“You’re completely out of order,” John snapped.
Wrenching the door open he stormed out of the classroom, ignoring Bryan’s calls for him to go back, and he slammed the door firmly behind him. He was so angry that he couldn’t even see straight for a moment. He wasn’t sure where Randy had gone to and so he figured he’d try the most likely place: his bedroom. Any boys who passed John were startled to see the usually smiling captain in such a bad mood.
John reached Randy’s room in record time and pushed the door open, revealing his lover had been pacing the floor, “I am so pissed off!” John growled.
“What happened?” Randy asked. He didn’t think he had ever seen John so incredibly angry.
“He told me what happened, how I saved him… then told me he loved me… I told him that I only loved one person, and that person was you, that he needed to get over me because he has a bride waiting for him. Then said that he wanted me to kiss him so that he could try and forget me, and I declined. So you know what that little fucker did?” John asked.
“No?” Randy replied. His lover was only getting angrier.
“I wasn’t expecting it, and he pushed me back onto a desk and he kissed me. I’ve probably got black and blues from where my legs hit the desk!” John exclaimed. “I feel disgusting, like I need to go bathe and do my teeth because his lips touched mine.”
Now Randy was pissed off. “He what?! I swear to god, the next time I see him-”
“Don’t do anything. Randy, I couldn’t stand to see you expelled because of that utter jackass. He’s not worth getting into trouble over.”
“You seriously can’t expect that I’m not going to do something to him after all of that?”
Now Randy looked pissed off and though John could understand it he wasn’t relenting, “Yes. You are not going to put a hand on that boy because he is not worth it.” John scrubbed his hands over his face and then leveled a kick at Randy’s bedpost as it was closest. It hurt his foot a little since his shoe wasn’t that thick but he felt a little better.
John was so lost in his rage that he didn’t notice Randy go still, watching him.
“I mean, the fucking cheek of it--!” John’s eyes widened as he suddenly found himself being pushed onto Randy’s bed, said male hovering over him and kissing him as though he intended to steal the very breath from his lungs… or to remove Bryan’s touch from his lips.
Flailing momentarily only with surprise John then succumbed to the kiss and returned it.
Randy hadn’t missed the way John had winced though when the backs of his thighs had connected with the mattress. Oh, Danielson was so dead.
Pulling back from the kiss, body still lying on John’s, Randy asked, “What desk in Cole’s class does Danielson sit?”
“I think he’s over in the far corner away from the door,” John answered. “Why?”
“Because tonight after I’m done with detention, and after we fuck on Cole’s desk, I think you should fuck me on Danielson’s desk,” Randy told him. If he couldn’t beat Danielson to a pulp (yet), then the least he could do is have his lover fuck him on the seat he sits in first class Monday mornings.
“I think I could do that,” John said. “I never thought I’d be more satisfied about fucking you on another student’s desk than on Cole’s.” Randy smirked at that, then lowered his head to meet John’s lips once again.
They kissed for a long time, or so it felt, but neither minded. Many ignored the importance of kissing, but Randy had a reason for that:
They just weren’t doing it good enough to really feel good. Pathetic amateurs.
“So… you’re gonna fuck me over Cole’s desk, and then not minutes after you want me in your arse over Danielson’s desk… sounds like an excellent evening’s plan to me.” Randy chuckled, “Well, it’ll certainly be an improvement from sitting there watching the idiots who were daft enough to get caught.”
“Oh yes, because you’re such a bad boy-“ it was only after the words had left his mouth that John realised what opening he’d left Randy. And then, sure enough, Randy said, “Oh but John, you should know better than anyone that I am a very bad boy.”
“I suppose you’re right,” John agreed, smirking. “Although when it comes to sex, you’re anything but bad.”
“Oh, I know,” Randy said, leaning down for another kiss.
It was while they were kissing that a series of pounding knocks came on the door. “Orton!”
“It’s Phil,” John said, pushing Randy’s shoulders to get him off of him.
Randy got the door, opening it to a somewhat worried looking Phil. “What’s wrong?”
“Evan’s got a concussion,” he answered. “Jericho saw me in the halls and set me to get you,” he explained, walking alongside Randy as he already began heading down the halls in a near panic to get to his cousin’s room.
~~~
“He does know that he’s got nothing to be jealous of, right? You make goo-goo eyes at him every time he walks into a room. God, you’ve never so much as looked at me, much less anyone else,” Cody said.
“Self centered much?” Ted asked as he began making his bed.
“Well, he knows that I really don’t have eyes for anyone but him, but he thinks that others might have their eyes on me,” Justin told them. “Still, he also knows that I would never be with anyone but him.”
“Therefore, he’s got nothing to be jealous of,” Cody said once again.
“Right. But I think it’s sweet of him,” Justin confessed with a light blush.
“I guess I can see where you’re coming from,” Cody agreed, looking to Ted. God, his Teddy got so jealous… and he loved him for it.
“It still amazes me just how much that man has done for me,” Justin said, a fond look in his eyes.
“I think we should be allowed to come to your place one time,” Cody decided as he began to make his own bed, as usual behind as Justin and Ted had already done so. The comment had Justin falling still though, surprised in himself.
It had never occurred to him before to have a friend over, believe it or not.
“Cody-“ Ted admonished but Cody merely waved his hand and sent his lover a pointed look, “Come on, Teddy, you know you’ve wanted to see Justin’s home as much as I have.” Ted still clucked at his forwardness.
“I guess one time I could see…” Justin said pensively as he perched on his bed.
That would explain why Wade had gone through a period of believing that Justin had no friends in school. Or not close friends at least.
“Yes!” Cody said jubilantly, “Though not New Year’s or Christmas… maybe before?”
“Cody, will you behave yourself?” Ted asked, though he was smiling slightly, showing that he wasn’t that mad.
“Well, you’ll have to let me ask him if it’s ok that you come over first before you start making dates,” Justin told them.
“Do you really not think he’d want you to have friends over?” Ted asked.
“Uh, I don’t really know. I’ve never talked to him about it before,” he said. “I think he’ll be ok with it, though. I’ll bring it up the next time I see him, promise.”
“Good. Because I’ve been wanting to see your house for years. Ever since you told us that you lived with Wade,” Cody said. “I mean, I want the grand tour.”
“Cody, jeez, let him ask Barrett first,” Ted told him. “Then once he asks you can start daydreaming about our Headmaster’s house again.”
“You’re just mad because I don’t daydream about your house anymore,” Cody said lightly and Ted went pink in the cheeks.
“That isn’t the point at all!” he insisted somewhat to the other with a stumble.
“Stop teasing the poor boy, Cody,” Justin said lightly as he deposited himself onto his bed, sighing gently. He really didn’t learn that talking about Wade didn’t help.
Even when they were in the same general building together they always felt so far apart from one another… hence why Justin risked Wade’s wrath sneaking to see him.
Cody reached and pulled Ted to sit with him. He wasn’t trying to rub Justin’s nose in their closeness but talking to Justin made him appreciate their chance together.
“Does he ever have gatherings with the staff, or anything like that?” Cody asked. When Justin nodded, he went on, “Does that mean Win and Joe have been to your place before, then?”
“No. Just their fathers,” Justin answered.
“What exactly do you do when he has all these gatherings, then?” Cody wondered.
“Uh, well… sometimes I’ll join them, but it’s usually pretty boring, so I end up in my room a lot reading or something,” he told them.
“Boring even for you? Now that’s saying something,” Cody teased, and Ted smacked him in the arm lightly.
“Yeah well…” he trailed off, then said, “God, I want to go see him.”
“Good, then you can ask if we can come over!” Cody said with a grin.
“You just don’t give in, do you?” Justin said though it was more than obvious he wasn’t actually asking the question since they all knew how Cody could get--- single-minded.
“Let’s go see him now,” Cody prompted.
“It is still early…” Justin thought, “And he likes to take long breakfasts and relax during weekends… he mainly does paperwork.”
“He finds paperwork relaxing?” Ted asked with some curiosity in his voice, head tilting.
“As opposed to the usual dealing with people and doling out canings, yes,” Justin said as he started to the door.
“We should go too,” Cody said immediately, pulling on Ted’s hand.
“I think that we should stay right here,” Ted returned firmly.
“But Teddy! It was my idea,” was what Justin heard as he made his way out of his room, shutting the door behind him to leave the bickering couple to themselves. He headed downstairs and clearly heard the sounds of rain pounding against the window panes. It was really coming down out there.
He continued walking along the halls on the familiar path to Wade’s office. “Christ, what happened to you?” he asked when he saw two of his good friends utterly drenched obviously on the way back to their rooms.
“We were out on the field practicing, just tossing the ball back and forth for a while,” Joe began, “then we went to put the ball away when we were done and in that short moment, it started to piss on us.” He didn’t feel it was necessary to say that they were in the shed for a whole lot longer than the few seconds it would take to put the ball away.”
“Well, you guys go dry off. I won’t keep you here any longer,” Justin said, giving them a smile and a quick wave as he continued on down to Wade’s.
While still in the hall, Windham used his hands to ring out his hair, figuring they were already tracking enough water in the halls, a few more drops wouldn’t matter. “Christ, talk about bad timing,” he muttered.
“You’re not… you’re not upset about what we did, are you?” Joe asked uncertainly.
Windham looked to the side at his friend, then raised a brow. “Not at all. I’m just upset we got caught in the first rainfall we’ve had in weeks. I don’t know about you, but as soon as we’re back, I’m getting out of these clothes, putting my pajamas back on and going back to sleep.”
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Joe agreed, reaching the door to their common room area. They headed to their room and found Heath there polishing his trumpet, his clarinet and flute also out, sitting on his bed.
“What the hell happened to you two?” he asked, barely looking up from his task.
“Did you miss the fact that it’s pissing buckets out there?” Joe asked, already beginning to strip off his clothing, which was getting cold and sticking to his body in the most unpleasant of ways.
~~~
As the door all but flew open Chris wheeled around and hissed, “Be quiet would you?” under other circumstances Chris would have been told to go fuck himself but Randy managed to rein himself in.
Instead he merely moved to Evan’s side and knelt down, seeing his peaky and dazed cousin.
“It might look worse,” Chris said, “Because the medicine has made him a little drowsy,” from what Chris had seen though Evan’s headache seemed much better… well, as well as it could be as things stood. Randy brushed a hand over Evan’s forehead.
“What happened?” he asked Chris, voice low and John moved up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
He was clearly concerned and probably angry he hadn’t been alerted immediately.
Running a hand through his hair and not tearing his gaze away from Evan, Chris recounted what had happened in the bathroom and how he’d fallen.
“It’s not like you to be so klutzy like that…” Randy murmured quietly to Evan and his cousin gave a tiny smile in response.
“I don’t need to hear that from you of all people, Randy.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Randy asked, though it was clear that he was playing.
John pretended to huff, “You’re lucky that tryouts aren’t today, Evan.”
“Sorry John,” Evan murmured, but John waved a hand and assured him he was joking.
John backed off a moment to let Randy and his cousin talk, Chris assuring Evan he was still right there before then backing to stand with Phil and John. Phil looked pensive, “That really doesn’t sound like something Evan’d do.”
“I know, I know, he’s usually far more cautious,” Chris said. “And now I feel awful for saying what I did.”
“What do you mean saying what you did?” Randy asked, turning his head from Evan to look over at Chris for a moment, eyes narrowed.
“It’s so stupid,” Chris muttered.
“Randy, it’s not his fault,” Evan said, putting his hand on his cousin’s wrist.
“What the fuck did you do?” Randy asked again.
“I just think what we were discussing maybe threw him off his game for a bit.” When Randy didn’t stop staring, he finally gave in. “I was just saying to him that… that there’s a part of him that’s a bit more adventurous. Like… having sex with me in the baths,” he confessed after a brief pause.
“Wait, shit, you two are fucking one another, too?” Phil asked, shaking his head side to side in disbelief.
“I told you it was just something stupid. I should have dropped the issue, but I kept pushing it… and we both ended up a little angry and… Like I said, my words broke his concentration. If I knew this would happen, shit, I never woulda brought it up,” he said, his eyes sad as he looked to Evan, who still had his hand on Randy’s wrist.
Before Randy could start chewing Chris out about it, Evan pushed on his wrist and tried to sit up somewhat.
Randy braced an arm around Evan’s back to help him and Evan murmured gentle thanks before looking to Chris, “Chris, come here.”
Chris hesitated momentarily until John pushed him.
Phil exhaled a breath, muttering, “Jesus, does anyone here fuck girls?”
“Nope,” John joked as Chris drew level with Evan, “Just you.”
“Chris-it isn’t your fault,” Evan said, eyes closing momentarily as his head hurt, mewing lightly when Randy lightly probed the back of his head, hissing out a breath when he felt the lump there; no wonder Evan had a headache. He was lucky not to have cracked his head open again like last time.
“It was mine. I was the one who tried to rush because I was afraid that you were mad at me about all that.”
“So it was my fault,” Chris said morosely and Evan shook his head as firmly as he dared, his other hand reaching for Chris’ and curling his fingers through his, “It’s not your fault, and I will not be happy if you keep blaming yourself over it.” Randy snorted lightly and it was apparent that he wasn’t going to be as easily forgiving.
“But it was my fault. I should have just dropped the issue like you wanted me to,” Chris said.
“And maybe I just got upset because I was thinking about what you said a bit more than I would have liked,” Evan muttered.
“Well, don’t let anyone talk you into doing something that you feel uncomfortable about doing,” Randy said. “Though I gotta say, it is a bit of a thrill, isn’t it, John?” Randy then asked of his lover.
“Christ, is all you’re going to talk about fucking one another?” Phil asked.
“You’re clearly missing out on something,” John replied. “And yes, Randy, that it is.”
“You mean you two have…?” Evan asked, though with all the things he’d learned about his cousin in the past few days, he didn’t know why he even sounded surprised.
“Many times,” Randy answered.
“Oh, gross, does that mean I’ve bathed in tubs where you two…? Gross,” Evan repeated, scrunching his face up before his head began throbbing once again.
“Stop pulling faces,” Chris chastised gently, “You’ll strain your head.” Evan made a sound of ascent.
Phil was muttering something in the background that sounded like, “I’m never going to take a bath again,” and John snickered.
“You’ll never want to go into Cole’s classroom again-“ Randy started and then amended, “Well, more than usual after tonight then.” Evan turned his head towards his cousin and quirked a brow weakly.
“Why?” Phil asked with what sounded like mild dread beginning in his voice.
“Let’s just say John and I have plans this evening and leave it at that,” he grinned.
“Seriously, how am I friends with such an unscrupulous tart as you?” Phil directed at John, who sputtered lightly in protest and then paused, “Can’t really deny that, can I?”
“Nope, sorry baby,” Randy smirked.
He was pleased that Evan was alright and admittedly the news had distracted him momentarily from planning Danielson’s murder. He’d go back to that later though.
“Oh, hey, what happened with Danielson?” Phil asked.
“That motherfucker,” Randy growled.
“That bad?” Phil went on.
“Wait, what are you talking about?” Evan asked. He knew that the prefect had been giving John a hard time, but he didn’t know that things were that bad between them.
“Do I really have to talk about it?” John asked.
“Wow, it must have been bad, then,” Phil said.
“It was. I told him that didn’t love him because I love Randy, and that he needs to focus on the girl he’s going to marry… and then… he kissed me,” John told them.
“Wait, hold on… what?” Evan asked, still completely confused.