Yet another fic...
Ok, goddessrockgeek, is this bribe enough for you? Oh, yeah, this is kind of in a different universe. I mean, it could be in my usual universe... Well, however you look at it, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you last night's Raw for providing me with this opportunity.
As Cody opened the package that had just been delivered to him, he couldn’t suppress his smile. He waited an entire year to buy his Halliburton briefcase, and it finally arrived. Naturally, he brought it with him to the next show.
“Well, would you look at that,” Randy shouted across the parking lot. He had just been getting out of his car when he caught a glimpse of Cody out of the corner of his eye. He headed towards Cody’s car as the younger man was grabbing his things out of the car. “You actually bought one.”
“Hell yes, I did. I told you I would.”
“Let me see it.”
A wary look crossed Cody’s face. Giving Randy your stuff was never a good idea. “Why?”
“C’mon,” the older man smirked, “I have something cool to show you.”
“Involving the briefcase?”
“Yeah, dude, you gotta check this shit out.”
Cody sighed and rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, “Famous last words…” He still handed the briefcase over.
Randy snatched it away, taking it by the handle. Before Cody could stop him, he swung his arm back and flung it across the parking lot.
“What the HELL are you doing?!” Cody shouted.
“Wait for it…” Randy said, keeping his eye on its flight path. It landed, about a foot away from a parked car, and sparks flew.
“That,” Cody said, turning to face Randy, a look on his face like a ten year old boy who had just discovered you could light shit on fire with a magnifying glass, “was AWESOME!”
“I know,” Randy answered, a self-satisfied smirk planted on his face.
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Had Randy just propositioned him on live television? Yeah, sure, he had thought about Randy before, like that. He never thought anything would come of it, though. But, maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he was reading too far into it. Maybe that whole “I’ll be in my locker room” thing really was just for show, and nothing would come out of it, they would just hang around, like they sometimes did. It’s not like Randy was bad company or anything like that. They had always gotten along, so who’s to say that had changed?
But it really did sound like he had something more to offer. Once the cameras were off them, Cody turned to Manu, a puzzled look on his face. “So, what do you think he meant by “I’ll be in my locker room”?”
“Hmm, maybe it means that he’s in his locker room.”
“But don’t you think he said it… I dunno…”
“Why don’t you go find out?”
Cody opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, realizing Manu had made a point, why not go find out? “Just me?”
He nodded, practically shooing Cody away towards Randy. Cody stood in front of the door, eyeing it carefully. He knocked on it lightly. Nothing he had never done before, right? So, how come this felt different? Yeah, he had been invited to hang out in his locker room before, but there was something about the way he said it tonight. In front of everyone.
The door was opened, and there stood Randy. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Cody replied, trying to look into the room past Randy. Randy moved to the side, allowing Cody to walk in. “So, what’s your deal?”
Randy shut the door, leaning back against it, arms crossed in front of him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What’s all this locker room crap you’re spouting out to the entire world?” Cody asked, trying to keep his temper reigned in.
Randy looked around, the replied, “Well, do you see this room we’re in right now? Yeah? This is called a locker room. Say it with me now, lo-”
“No. You have to know there was something in that. You said it… Different.”
“So what? I can’t ask you to come keep me company until our next segment?” Randy started to pout, but Cody was having none of it.
“Randy, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I-” He was cut off as Randy pushed off against the door and briefly pressed their mouths together.
“That answer enough for ya?”
Cody brought his hand to his lips, resting his fingers there. His eyes shifted from the floor back to Randy, a confused, but not dissatisfied look on his face. “So… What…”
Randy let out a frustrated sigh, “Oh, don’t tell me that was unexpected. Or unwanted. If you thought for one second that you didn’t want that, you never would have come here in the first place.”
“Sure, yeah… But, well, I never thought it could happen. I mean, aren’t you with John?”
As if on cue, a knock came on the door before it opened up and a head peeked through. At the sight of the two men, John smirked. He came fully into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Randy, baby, are you corrupting the youth, again?”
“I’m trying to. He’s being a stubborn little bitch, though.”
“Hey!” Cody interjected. “I… resent that statement… And since when are you into letting your boyfriends mess around with other guys?”
John and Randy looked at each other, nodding. “When that boyfriend could have really hot sex with that other guy,” Randy answered.
Cody cocked an eyebrow, “Is that what you two discuss late at night after your own round of hot, passionate sex?”
Both men nodded, “Yeah.”
John continued, “After watching you guys on TV every week, all up in each other’s junk, I thought that maybe you and Randy could… You guys saw yourselves on The Soup!”
“So, what, you just up and decided to see if I’d like to have sex with Randy? And you decided to try it on national television, too.”
“International, actually,” John corrected.
Cody stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, gawking at the two other men. “Ok…”
“Ok?” Randy asked, hopeful.
“But, it won’t be very… Spontaneous, will it?”
“Well, it would have been if you hadn’t stopped to ask all those questions. We could have been halfway through a blow job by now. But no, you just stood there like an idiot.”
“He was probably so stunned by your beauty and your overwhelming sense of self-worth that he couldn’t do anything but stand there.”
“Was that meant to be a compliment?”
John smiled, “I’ll let you think that one over.”
With Randy distracted, Cody made his move. He moved in closer and placed his hand right on Randy’s crotch. Randy, whose head had been turned to face John slowly turned downward, only to see Cody staring up at him, biting his lower lip.
“That’s more like it,” Randy said, smirking, before bending down to kiss Cody once again. John leaned back against the wall, watching the two younger men kissing. He didn’t think he had ever seen anything as attractive as that in his life. Except, of course, that time with the mirror…
Cody’s hand ran up and down over Randy’s trunks, feeling the growing hardness underneath them. Randy copied the motions action for action.
Suddenly, Randy began push-walking Cody backwards until his back hit the wall. Randy’s hands slid down Cody’s side, his thumbs hooking into top of Cody’s trunks. He broke the kiss and winked before dropping down to his knees, pulling the trunks down with him.
Cody closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. Randy’s took Cody’s dick in his hand, pulling on it lightly. He moved his head in, running the flat of his tongue run up along the underside. His thumb was swirling over the tip as he continued to lick.
He moved his hand away, replacing it with his mouth. He took all of Cody in his mouth, and he heard the young man moaning. His head moved back and forth, over and over, feeling the tip slide against the roof of his mouth as he moved.
Cody’s hands clasped behind Randy’s head, not to guide him, just out of a need to be doing something with his hands.
Randy sped up and slowed down periodically, sometimes he took Cody’s balls in his hands, rolling them between his palms and fingers. He let a small moan escape his own mouth, and Cody’s reaction was to jerk forward, sliding his dick in further.
John continued to lean against the wall, his own dick in his hand. He jerked himself off to the sight in front of him: his lover on his knees, sucking off their younger friend. He knew that Randy was hard and aching to be touched, and he would be the one that would bring him to climax.
“Hey, Randy, I’m…” Cody trailed off, figuring Randy would get the gist of what he was getting at.
Randy sucked faster, doing some more fiddling with his hands. Cody’s hips jerked forward once again, his dick against Randy’s throat, as he began to shoot. Randy swallowed, his throat working to keep up.
When Cody went to pull up his trunks, John grabbed Randy’s arm and turned him around to face him. Their mouths came together, tongues tangling; John was able to taste Cody on Randy. His hand flew down to Randy’s crotch, releasing his cock from the tight restraints. They continued to kiss as John slid his hand over Randy’s and his own dick.
Randy’s own hand covered John’s, and together they worked each other to climax. Neither one lasted too long, because of what they had been doing previously.
Pulling back, Randy looked back and forth between the two, smiling. “That was nice,” he said to both of them.
John wrapped his arm around Randy’s waist, leaning his head against his shoulder and nodding in agreement.
Cody saw this show of affection, smiling to himself as he witnessed this. Yeah, the sex had been nice, but he did wish he had that same connection. “Hey guys, should I leave?” he asked, pointing to the door, not wanting to intrude further.
“Nah,” Randy said, opening his other arm to Cody. When Cody didn’t make a move, Randy slid out of John’s half-hug and wrapped the arm around him. It was slightly awkward at first, as Cody didn’t really know how to react, but he soon enough let an arm wrap behind his back to let his hand rest flat against Randy’s waist.
“Aww, aren’t you two so cute?” John said.
“Well, duh, we’re only two of the three best looking men on the show. Not to mention some of the youngest people on the roster.”
John gave him a glare before reminding him, “Hey, you’re not too far from the big 3-0. He’s only 23.”
“Well, I’m not 30 yet, am I, John? You, on the other hand…”
“Ha ha. You’re a riot, Randy, anyone ever tell you that?”
“Yeah, you have, actually.” He still had Cody in his arm, and was from time to time pulling him in closer.
Cody was grinning from ear to ear, he couldn’t believe that he was actually here, that was had somehow become a part of this. He decided to chime in, “He’s right, Randy, you’re not my age anymore. You’re becoming such the old man. And to think, I’ll always be five years younger than you.”
John laughed at Randy’s expense, as he released Cody from his arm. “Well, he’ll always be eight years younger than you. So there.”
“Ooo, ‘so there,’” Cody quoted back. “That is so mature, Randy. I didn’t think people used that once they got past fifth grade.”
Randy turned to face him, “Excuse me? I was defending you, and you have the audacity to talk back to me?” He looked over to John and back to Cody, nodding, “I think there’s hope yet for this one. Yeah, my goal of ‘corrupting the youth,’ is working.”
“Oh, shit, I should get going,” John said, looking at the clock on his phone. “I guess I’ll see you soon as you’re kicking me in the head, or whatever it is you’ll be doing to me.” He pulled Randy into another hug, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Love you,” he added before walking out leaving Cody and Randy alone once again.
As Cody opened the package that had just been delivered to him, he couldn’t suppress his smile. He waited an entire year to buy his Halliburton briefcase, and it finally arrived. Naturally, he brought it with him to the next show.
“Well, would you look at that,” Randy shouted across the parking lot. He had just been getting out of his car when he caught a glimpse of Cody out of the corner of his eye. He headed towards Cody’s car as the younger man was grabbing his things out of the car. “You actually bought one.”
“Hell yes, I did. I told you I would.”
“Let me see it.”
A wary look crossed Cody’s face. Giving Randy your stuff was never a good idea. “Why?”
“C’mon,” the older man smirked, “I have something cool to show you.”
“Involving the briefcase?”
“Yeah, dude, you gotta check this shit out.”
Cody sighed and rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, “Famous last words…” He still handed the briefcase over.
Randy snatched it away, taking it by the handle. Before Cody could stop him, he swung his arm back and flung it across the parking lot.
“What the HELL are you doing?!” Cody shouted.
“Wait for it…” Randy said, keeping his eye on its flight path. It landed, about a foot away from a parked car, and sparks flew.
“That,” Cody said, turning to face Randy, a look on his face like a ten year old boy who had just discovered you could light shit on fire with a magnifying glass, “was AWESOME!”
“I know,” Randy answered, a self-satisfied smirk planted on his face.
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Had Randy just propositioned him on live television? Yeah, sure, he had thought about Randy before, like that. He never thought anything would come of it, though. But, maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he was reading too far into it. Maybe that whole “I’ll be in my locker room” thing really was just for show, and nothing would come out of it, they would just hang around, like they sometimes did. It’s not like Randy was bad company or anything like that. They had always gotten along, so who’s to say that had changed?
But it really did sound like he had something more to offer. Once the cameras were off them, Cody turned to Manu, a puzzled look on his face. “So, what do you think he meant by “I’ll be in my locker room”?”
“Hmm, maybe it means that he’s in his locker room.”
“But don’t you think he said it… I dunno…”
“Why don’t you go find out?”
Cody opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, realizing Manu had made a point, why not go find out? “Just me?”
He nodded, practically shooing Cody away towards Randy. Cody stood in front of the door, eyeing it carefully. He knocked on it lightly. Nothing he had never done before, right? So, how come this felt different? Yeah, he had been invited to hang out in his locker room before, but there was something about the way he said it tonight. In front of everyone.
The door was opened, and there stood Randy. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Cody replied, trying to look into the room past Randy. Randy moved to the side, allowing Cody to walk in. “So, what’s your deal?”
Randy shut the door, leaning back against it, arms crossed in front of him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What’s all this locker room crap you’re spouting out to the entire world?” Cody asked, trying to keep his temper reigned in.
Randy looked around, the replied, “Well, do you see this room we’re in right now? Yeah? This is called a locker room. Say it with me now, lo-”
“No. You have to know there was something in that. You said it… Different.”
“So what? I can’t ask you to come keep me company until our next segment?” Randy started to pout, but Cody was having none of it.
“Randy, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I-” He was cut off as Randy pushed off against the door and briefly pressed their mouths together.
“That answer enough for ya?”
Cody brought his hand to his lips, resting his fingers there. His eyes shifted from the floor back to Randy, a confused, but not dissatisfied look on his face. “So… What…”
Randy let out a frustrated sigh, “Oh, don’t tell me that was unexpected. Or unwanted. If you thought for one second that you didn’t want that, you never would have come here in the first place.”
“Sure, yeah… But, well, I never thought it could happen. I mean, aren’t you with John?”
As if on cue, a knock came on the door before it opened up and a head peeked through. At the sight of the two men, John smirked. He came fully into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Randy, baby, are you corrupting the youth, again?”
“I’m trying to. He’s being a stubborn little bitch, though.”
“Hey!” Cody interjected. “I… resent that statement… And since when are you into letting your boyfriends mess around with other guys?”
John and Randy looked at each other, nodding. “When that boyfriend could have really hot sex with that other guy,” Randy answered.
Cody cocked an eyebrow, “Is that what you two discuss late at night after your own round of hot, passionate sex?”
Both men nodded, “Yeah.”
John continued, “After watching you guys on TV every week, all up in each other’s junk, I thought that maybe you and Randy could… You guys saw yourselves on The Soup!”
“So, what, you just up and decided to see if I’d like to have sex with Randy? And you decided to try it on national television, too.”
“International, actually,” John corrected.
Cody stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, gawking at the two other men. “Ok…”
“Ok?” Randy asked, hopeful.
“But, it won’t be very… Spontaneous, will it?”
“Well, it would have been if you hadn’t stopped to ask all those questions. We could have been halfway through a blow job by now. But no, you just stood there like an idiot.”
“He was probably so stunned by your beauty and your overwhelming sense of self-worth that he couldn’t do anything but stand there.”
“Was that meant to be a compliment?”
John smiled, “I’ll let you think that one over.”
With Randy distracted, Cody made his move. He moved in closer and placed his hand right on Randy’s crotch. Randy, whose head had been turned to face John slowly turned downward, only to see Cody staring up at him, biting his lower lip.
“That’s more like it,” Randy said, smirking, before bending down to kiss Cody once again. John leaned back against the wall, watching the two younger men kissing. He didn’t think he had ever seen anything as attractive as that in his life. Except, of course, that time with the mirror…
Cody’s hand ran up and down over Randy’s trunks, feeling the growing hardness underneath them. Randy copied the motions action for action.
Suddenly, Randy began push-walking Cody backwards until his back hit the wall. Randy’s hands slid down Cody’s side, his thumbs hooking into top of Cody’s trunks. He broke the kiss and winked before dropping down to his knees, pulling the trunks down with him.
Cody closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. Randy’s took Cody’s dick in his hand, pulling on it lightly. He moved his head in, running the flat of his tongue run up along the underside. His thumb was swirling over the tip as he continued to lick.
He moved his hand away, replacing it with his mouth. He took all of Cody in his mouth, and he heard the young man moaning. His head moved back and forth, over and over, feeling the tip slide against the roof of his mouth as he moved.
Cody’s hands clasped behind Randy’s head, not to guide him, just out of a need to be doing something with his hands.
Randy sped up and slowed down periodically, sometimes he took Cody’s balls in his hands, rolling them between his palms and fingers. He let a small moan escape his own mouth, and Cody’s reaction was to jerk forward, sliding his dick in further.
John continued to lean against the wall, his own dick in his hand. He jerked himself off to the sight in front of him: his lover on his knees, sucking off their younger friend. He knew that Randy was hard and aching to be touched, and he would be the one that would bring him to climax.
“Hey, Randy, I’m…” Cody trailed off, figuring Randy would get the gist of what he was getting at.
Randy sucked faster, doing some more fiddling with his hands. Cody’s hips jerked forward once again, his dick against Randy’s throat, as he began to shoot. Randy swallowed, his throat working to keep up.
When Cody went to pull up his trunks, John grabbed Randy’s arm and turned him around to face him. Their mouths came together, tongues tangling; John was able to taste Cody on Randy. His hand flew down to Randy’s crotch, releasing his cock from the tight restraints. They continued to kiss as John slid his hand over Randy’s and his own dick.
Randy’s own hand covered John’s, and together they worked each other to climax. Neither one lasted too long, because of what they had been doing previously.
Pulling back, Randy looked back and forth between the two, smiling. “That was nice,” he said to both of them.
John wrapped his arm around Randy’s waist, leaning his head against his shoulder and nodding in agreement.
Cody saw this show of affection, smiling to himself as he witnessed this. Yeah, the sex had been nice, but he did wish he had that same connection. “Hey guys, should I leave?” he asked, pointing to the door, not wanting to intrude further.
“Nah,” Randy said, opening his other arm to Cody. When Cody didn’t make a move, Randy slid out of John’s half-hug and wrapped the arm around him. It was slightly awkward at first, as Cody didn’t really know how to react, but he soon enough let an arm wrap behind his back to let his hand rest flat against Randy’s waist.
“Aww, aren’t you two so cute?” John said.
“Well, duh, we’re only two of the three best looking men on the show. Not to mention some of the youngest people on the roster.”
John gave him a glare before reminding him, “Hey, you’re not too far from the big 3-0. He’s only 23.”
“Well, I’m not 30 yet, am I, John? You, on the other hand…”
“Ha ha. You’re a riot, Randy, anyone ever tell you that?”
“Yeah, you have, actually.” He still had Cody in his arm, and was from time to time pulling him in closer.
Cody was grinning from ear to ear, he couldn’t believe that he was actually here, that was had somehow become a part of this. He decided to chime in, “He’s right, Randy, you’re not my age anymore. You’re becoming such the old man. And to think, I’ll always be five years younger than you.”
John laughed at Randy’s expense, as he released Cody from his arm. “Well, he’ll always be eight years younger than you. So there.”
“Ooo, ‘so there,’” Cody quoted back. “That is so mature, Randy. I didn’t think people used that once they got past fifth grade.”
Randy turned to face him, “Excuse me? I was defending you, and you have the audacity to talk back to me?” He looked over to John and back to Cody, nodding, “I think there’s hope yet for this one. Yeah, my goal of ‘corrupting the youth,’ is working.”
“Oh, shit, I should get going,” John said, looking at the clock on his phone. “I guess I’ll see you soon as you’re kicking me in the head, or whatever it is you’ll be doing to me.” He pulled Randy into another hug, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Love you,” he added before walking out leaving Cody and Randy alone once again.