FICCAGE!
Again, sorry for the lateness of this; it takes place after Raw this past Monday, so December 15th. The ‘Sex Match,’ otherwise known as the main event was far too good to pass up writing fic about. So, I would like to thank John, Randy and Cody for finding themselves in the most sexually awkward positions during this match, because it certainly made my night that much better. And I would also like to thank linearation for the caps I used at the start.
“Well, well, someone couldn’t wait to give that post-match celebratory blow job, could they?”
John nodded, turning to face Cody, “I know. This boy was all over me.”
“Excuse me?” Cody asked while Randy chuckled to himself. “Ok, sure, my face ended up… down there once. And that was when I was trying to pin you. Unlike you, I didn’t just, out of the blue, get on my knees and hold onto your hips with my face all in your junk in the middle of the ring! And then,” Cody continued, this time his comment directed towards Randy, “you were encouraging it!”
“Alright, yeah, I ended up with my face in Randy’s crotch, but it’s not like that’s anything new. At least I wasn’t whispering sweet nothings into your ear,” John said to Randy.
“Hey, man, there’s no need to bring me into this. I was just giving you the game plan, wasn’t I, Cody?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Cody’s shoulder and nodding his head.
Cody’s answer, however, was not what he was expecting. “Sure, in between trying to give me a hickey.”
John snorted and Randy pushed Cody away, causing him to slam into John. “There’s no need to get pissy, Randy. He was just pointing out what happened.”
“You are not supposed to encourage him,” Randy said, pointing at Cody.
“Oh, what, I’m supposed to encourage you?” he asked.
“You’ve known me longer.”
“Even more reason for me to side with John.”
“Atta boy, Cody. Smart kid, this one.”
Randy stuck his tongue out before saying, “Fuck you. Both of you.”
“I’d have no objections to that,” John said. Cody gave him a look as to say, ‘Did you really just say that?’ John replied to the look, “Hey, I’m just puttin’ it out there. If you’re up to it, that is.”
“So…” Cody started, speaking slowly, “So, you mean you’d actually want me to again?”
“Yeah,” the two older men said at the same time.
“I thought it was just gonna be a one time thing.”
“Do you want it to just be a one time thing?” John asked, understanding Cody’s worry.
“Yes… no,” Cody said shaking his head, “I don’t know. You know I liked last time… I really liked that. But I don’t know if I can do that again.”
“Is it because of Ted?”
“Well, yeah. And I don’t want to come between you two.”
Randy snorted at the double entendre Cody just inadvertently used. “But we would love it if you came between us.”
“I hate you,” Cody said with laughter in his voice.
“Just ignore him,” John said, trying not to laugh at Cody’s expense. “Really, we’re the ones inviting you, you don’t have to worry about… splitting us up. We’ve been through a lot over the last few years together. You understand our position, we know yours. If you don’t feel comfortable doing it again, then you can just say-”
John was cut off by Cody pressing his lips against his. It was just a light touch before Cody pulled back, a lopsided grin on his face. “There, that clear things up? Ted will understand.”
Randy walked to the two men and wrapped one arm around each of their shoulders, standing in the middle of them, “I guess this boy really is a smart one. He knows you can’t pass up Randy Orton’s body.”
“Actually, I like John’s better,” Cody said. He had to swerve out of the way of a punch thrown in his direction by Randy.
“Look at him cutting down your ego. I like this kid more and more each time we hang around with him.”
Cody, while he may be on the shy side, also had a snarky side, which he had no trouble bringing to the forefront around his good friends. And hanging around with Randy certainly didn’t help it any. “Thanks, John.”
“Hey, Cody,” Randy said and the young man turned to face him.
“Yeah?”
“Have I ever told you that your lisp is adoooorable?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, shit, Cody broke out the four letter words.”
“I happen to like his lisp,” John said, butting into their faux argument before it had the chance to actually get nasty. “It adds character.”
“Thank you.”
“So, what’s this? Gang up on Randy day?”
“It is now,” John told him with a smile.
“Fine, but Cody and I will have to gang up on you one day.”
“Now that sounds kinky.”
“How the hell do I manage to get myself in these situations?” Cody asked himself out loud.
“Easy: you hang around with us too much,” John answered. “So, wanna head back to the hotel room?” he asked, the question directed to both of them.
“Sure, I guess. At least this time you informed me of what you were planning before we got to the hotel.”
“Shut up, you loved it,” Randy said. A knowing smirk graced his face as a blush crept up Cody’s. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“I never said I didn’t. Would I have said yes to you otherwise? But, I still feel kinda weird about it all.”
Randy rolled his eyes, slipping into his jacket and grabbing his bag. “Walk and talk,” he said, trying to get out of the building before they were locked in.
The other two followed, and Cody started voicing his concerns. Again. “I can’t get over the fact that I actually fooled around with you guys. I mean, I’m with Ted. I love Ted, I sleep with Ted, I’m with Ted. And then I… Last month… I know Ted said he approved of it all, but what if he really wasn’t? What if he gets really mad that I did it that one time and he breaks up with me? We’ve been friends our entire lives!”
The group arrived at John and Randy’s rental car, which had previously been parked next to Cody and Manu’s. “Dude, where’s your car?” John asked.
“I have no idea,” Cody said, confused and a little pissed.
“Get in,” John told Cody, so he threw his bag in the back seat and climbed in. As John and Randy got in up front, he started to dig through his bag to find his phone. There was a message on there from Manu. He listened to it, heaving a sigh of relief. “What was that about?” John asked, his head turned towards Cody as he backed out of the space.
“The asshole took the car. He left a message saying it looked like I’d be going back with you two, anyway, so he figured he’d take the car back to the hotel.”
“Why don’t you just start rooming with us?” Randy said automatically, not once thinking of talking it over with either of them before hand.
“What?” both said at the same time.
“Well,” Randy started, “we’re always together, anyway. And it’ll only be until Teddy gets back. It’s not like Cody is terrible company, plus he’s a great addition to the bedroom scene. We can always lock him out of the room if we want some alone time,” he added for John’s sake.
“I think it’s a great idea,” John said in agreement.
“You do? You two really wouldn’t mind sharing a room with me for a while?”
“Nah. And it’d make these little rendezvous with you so much easier.”
Cody was stunned by the invitation. He didn’t want to be rude and decline, but he really didn’t want to impose. “I dunno…”
“Dude, it’s only until Ted gets back. You won’t regret it,” John said.
“Oh, now that’s refreshing… ‘You won’t regret it.’ Why the hell does that sound like a bad idea right there?”
“Come on, man,” Randy said, turning around and smacking Cody on the knee. “You need to run it by Teddy first?”
Although Cody knew Randy was being sarcastic, he still nodded, thinking it would be good to ask Ted his thoughts on the matter. He dialed Ted’s number, and after two rings, he picked up. “Hey, Teddy!... Umm, well, actually, John and Randy asked me to room with them for the next couple weeks while you’re gone… You do?... Well, you remember what happened after Survivor Series?... Of course, how could either of us forget… Anyway, well, they asked if I wanted to again… I said yeah… What? You’re really cool with it?... You know me, I need to be told over and over before I believe it… And you don’t mind me rooming with them knowing what could happen?... You’re sure?... Ok, ok, don’t want you changing your mind… Alright, bye Teddy. I love you… Bye.”
“Soooo?” Randy asked.
“That went well,” Cody told him with a grin.
“Alright new roomie, we’ll have to welcome you properly. Don’t you agree, Johnny?”
“I do,” he agreed as he turned onto the street their hotel was located on.
“Oh?”
The two older men grinned at each other in the front seat before giving Cody matching smiles as they turned back to face him.
Soon enough the three were in their hotel room. “Hey, why don’t you call Manu and tell him he’s an asshole and that you’re staying with us from now on?”
“I should do that.” He took out his cell once again, and this call went straight to voicemail. “Hey, you asshole. What the hell were you thinking taking the car like that? Whatever, I’m just calling you to let you know I’m…” he trailed off briefly as he looked up to see John and Randy lying on the bed, making out. “…I’m rooming with John and Randy now. Until Ted gets back. No offense, or anything, it’s just…” He continued to watch as they began to throw their clothes off, shirts flying to the side of the bed, pants shucked off and tossed aside, leaving them in just their respective boxers and briefs. “…It’s just that, well, you know… So, I guess I’ll see you later. Bye.”
The sight in front of him really was something. Last time, he had been involved in everything, he hadn’t been able to see what the two of them would look like together. Sure, he could imagine, but that could never be as good as seeing what he was seeing right now. Randy, who was situated beneath John, slid a hand into John’s boxers, caressing his ass. John’s hands were gripping onto the pillows as his tongue thrust deeper into Randy’s mouth.
Cody was growing hard at the view. He never thought he would be with a man, at least one that wasn’t Teddy. It’s not like he loved John and Randy. But, as he carried on watching, he realized that, in a way, he did. Not the way he loved Teddy, no, but in a really good, I’d do anything for my friends kinda way. Yeah, that was it.
The urge to join them in some way grew stronger. But he had no idea what he would do. And he didn’t want to disrupt them from what they were currently getting up to. Randy had since pulled off John’s boxers and chucked them to the side.
John pulled apart from the kiss, panting down at Randy. He turned his head back slightly to catch a glimpse of Cody. He smirked and returned his gaze to Randy. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Cody’s eyes widened. He watched as Randy turned over, sticking his brief clad ass up in the air, ready for John to fuck him. John grabbed Randy’s ass cheeks, massaging them through the fabric, his palms and fingers digging in. His fingers hooked into the band, slowly pulling them down over the ass and they soon found their way to the floor with everything else.
John reached for the bedside table, where Cody just noticed the lube was located. ‘When did he have the chance to grab that? Oh, it must have been during my phone call,’ Cody thought.
“Come here,” John said to Cody.
“What?” Cody asked, not expecting anyone to be speaking right now.
“Come here,” he repeated. Cody walked over to them and saw John sliding a slicked up finger inside Randy’s hole. The finger moved in and out, twisting and stretching Randy. John pulled the one out and went back in with two. Cody watched as John scissored him out, and he knew what was coming next.
Once John felt Randy was sufficiently stretched, he removed his fingers and worked some of the lube over his dick. He aligned himself with Randy before slamming himself all the way in. Randy cried out, his head flinging back. He hissed in pain, not yet used to being filled.
“Feel free to jump in,” John said, looking at Cody.
“How?” he asked, still mesmerized by the scene in front of him.
“Blow me,” Randy suggested.
John pulled his hips back, nearly all the way out, before slamming them back in. Randy lurched forward as John pounded against him.
“Really?”
“YES!” Randy shouted at him.
Cody slid himself underneath Randy, taking his dick in his hand, tentatively running it over the surface. His tongue darted out, briefly licking the head. He heard Randy moan, but had no idea if he caused the reaction, or if John did.
John continued to pound into Randy, holding onto his hips. Randy’s head dropped forward onto the pillows, and the angle change caused John to stroke against his prostate as he pushed in downwards.
Cody, still under Randy, and fully clothed, was now rock hard, holding onto Randy’s dick. He continued to grip it as he took the head into his mouth. It was an awkward angle to be working at, plus Randy continued to move back and forth as John fucked him harder. But he gave it his all, slowly taking more of the cock into his mouth. His tongue licked around and his mouth sucked. He tilted his body some so that he was less sideways beneath Randy.
When his other hand ran gently over Randy’s abs, he knew that moan was elicited from his touch. The dick dropped from his mouth as he slid further up. His fingers teased against Randy’s nipples as his tongue swirled around Randy’s bellybutton. He would alternate between that and running the flat of his tongue over Randy’s stomach.
John, seeing that Cody had moved away from Randy’s cock, took it in his own hands, stroking it up and down, playing with his balls. He kept the strokes in time with the pace of his thrusts, which were still hard and fast.
Randy lifted himself back up as he felt a hand on his chest pushing him up. Cody slid up, weaseling his way under Randy so they were now face to face. Randy smirked before bending forward to cover Cody’s mouth with his. Randy’s tongue pushed against Cody’s lips, which parted instantly.
“Randy, I’m gonna come,” John informed, pounding in just a couple more times before spilling into Randy.
One of Randy’s hands slid downwards to Cody’s pants, which he was able to take care of one handed. He released Cody from the tight restraints as they continued to kiss. Randy’s hips lowered, brushing their two cocks together. That was too much for both of them as they both began to come at the touch.
John pulled his limp cock out of Randy, who started to roll over off of Cody. Both men looked down at the youngest Superstar, noticing the cum all over his clothes. “Shit, sorry about that,” Randy genuinely said. “Next time we’ll have to strip you down before we do anything.”
“So, you still want there to be a next time?”
John and Randy shared a look before replying, “Yeah.”
“We would if you would. You’re still gonna room with us, aren’t you?” John asked, still slightly unsure of Cody’s decision. Though he had said yes earlier, Cody’s worry could still come to the forefront of his decision making.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like to.”
“Good. Now, you should probably clean that up,” Randy told him, looking him over once more, shaking his head at the drying cum. “Yeah, John, next time Cody won’t have that problem.”
“Agreed.”
“And I call the shower,” Randy said, jogging to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
“How the hell does he expect me to clean these,” Cody started asking, removing his shirt and staring at the cum stains, “if he hogs the bathroom?”
“He doesn’t.”
“Well, well, someone couldn’t wait to give that post-match celebratory blow job, could they?”
John nodded, turning to face Cody, “I know. This boy was all over me.”
“Excuse me?” Cody asked while Randy chuckled to himself. “Ok, sure, my face ended up… down there once. And that was when I was trying to pin you. Unlike you, I didn’t just, out of the blue, get on my knees and hold onto your hips with my face all in your junk in the middle of the ring! And then,” Cody continued, this time his comment directed towards Randy, “you were encouraging it!”
“Alright, yeah, I ended up with my face in Randy’s crotch, but it’s not like that’s anything new. At least I wasn’t whispering sweet nothings into your ear,” John said to Randy.
“Hey, man, there’s no need to bring me into this. I was just giving you the game plan, wasn’t I, Cody?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Cody’s shoulder and nodding his head.
Cody’s answer, however, was not what he was expecting. “Sure, in between trying to give me a hickey.”
John snorted and Randy pushed Cody away, causing him to slam into John. “There’s no need to get pissy, Randy. He was just pointing out what happened.”
“You are not supposed to encourage him,” Randy said, pointing at Cody.
“Oh, what, I’m supposed to encourage you?” he asked.
“You’ve known me longer.”
“Even more reason for me to side with John.”
“Atta boy, Cody. Smart kid, this one.”
Randy stuck his tongue out before saying, “Fuck you. Both of you.”
“I’d have no objections to that,” John said. Cody gave him a look as to say, ‘Did you really just say that?’ John replied to the look, “Hey, I’m just puttin’ it out there. If you’re up to it, that is.”
“So…” Cody started, speaking slowly, “So, you mean you’d actually want me to again?”
“Yeah,” the two older men said at the same time.
“I thought it was just gonna be a one time thing.”
“Do you want it to just be a one time thing?” John asked, understanding Cody’s worry.
“Yes… no,” Cody said shaking his head, “I don’t know. You know I liked last time… I really liked that. But I don’t know if I can do that again.”
“Is it because of Ted?”
“Well, yeah. And I don’t want to come between you two.”
Randy snorted at the double entendre Cody just inadvertently used. “But we would love it if you came between us.”
“I hate you,” Cody said with laughter in his voice.
“Just ignore him,” John said, trying not to laugh at Cody’s expense. “Really, we’re the ones inviting you, you don’t have to worry about… splitting us up. We’ve been through a lot over the last few years together. You understand our position, we know yours. If you don’t feel comfortable doing it again, then you can just say-”
John was cut off by Cody pressing his lips against his. It was just a light touch before Cody pulled back, a lopsided grin on his face. “There, that clear things up? Ted will understand.”
Randy walked to the two men and wrapped one arm around each of their shoulders, standing in the middle of them, “I guess this boy really is a smart one. He knows you can’t pass up Randy Orton’s body.”
“Actually, I like John’s better,” Cody said. He had to swerve out of the way of a punch thrown in his direction by Randy.
“Look at him cutting down your ego. I like this kid more and more each time we hang around with him.”
Cody, while he may be on the shy side, also had a snarky side, which he had no trouble bringing to the forefront around his good friends. And hanging around with Randy certainly didn’t help it any. “Thanks, John.”
“Hey, Cody,” Randy said and the young man turned to face him.
“Yeah?”
“Have I ever told you that your lisp is adoooorable?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, shit, Cody broke out the four letter words.”
“I happen to like his lisp,” John said, butting into their faux argument before it had the chance to actually get nasty. “It adds character.”
“Thank you.”
“So, what’s this? Gang up on Randy day?”
“It is now,” John told him with a smile.
“Fine, but Cody and I will have to gang up on you one day.”
“Now that sounds kinky.”
“How the hell do I manage to get myself in these situations?” Cody asked himself out loud.
“Easy: you hang around with us too much,” John answered. “So, wanna head back to the hotel room?” he asked, the question directed to both of them.
“Sure, I guess. At least this time you informed me of what you were planning before we got to the hotel.”
“Shut up, you loved it,” Randy said. A knowing smirk graced his face as a blush crept up Cody’s. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“I never said I didn’t. Would I have said yes to you otherwise? But, I still feel kinda weird about it all.”
Randy rolled his eyes, slipping into his jacket and grabbing his bag. “Walk and talk,” he said, trying to get out of the building before they were locked in.
The other two followed, and Cody started voicing his concerns. Again. “I can’t get over the fact that I actually fooled around with you guys. I mean, I’m with Ted. I love Ted, I sleep with Ted, I’m with Ted. And then I… Last month… I know Ted said he approved of it all, but what if he really wasn’t? What if he gets really mad that I did it that one time and he breaks up with me? We’ve been friends our entire lives!”
The group arrived at John and Randy’s rental car, which had previously been parked next to Cody and Manu’s. “Dude, where’s your car?” John asked.
“I have no idea,” Cody said, confused and a little pissed.
“Get in,” John told Cody, so he threw his bag in the back seat and climbed in. As John and Randy got in up front, he started to dig through his bag to find his phone. There was a message on there from Manu. He listened to it, heaving a sigh of relief. “What was that about?” John asked, his head turned towards Cody as he backed out of the space.
“The asshole took the car. He left a message saying it looked like I’d be going back with you two, anyway, so he figured he’d take the car back to the hotel.”
“Why don’t you just start rooming with us?” Randy said automatically, not once thinking of talking it over with either of them before hand.
“What?” both said at the same time.
“Well,” Randy started, “we’re always together, anyway. And it’ll only be until Teddy gets back. It’s not like Cody is terrible company, plus he’s a great addition to the bedroom scene. We can always lock him out of the room if we want some alone time,” he added for John’s sake.
“I think it’s a great idea,” John said in agreement.
“You do? You two really wouldn’t mind sharing a room with me for a while?”
“Nah. And it’d make these little rendezvous with you so much easier.”
Cody was stunned by the invitation. He didn’t want to be rude and decline, but he really didn’t want to impose. “I dunno…”
“Dude, it’s only until Ted gets back. You won’t regret it,” John said.
“Oh, now that’s refreshing… ‘You won’t regret it.’ Why the hell does that sound like a bad idea right there?”
“Come on, man,” Randy said, turning around and smacking Cody on the knee. “You need to run it by Teddy first?”
Although Cody knew Randy was being sarcastic, he still nodded, thinking it would be good to ask Ted his thoughts on the matter. He dialed Ted’s number, and after two rings, he picked up. “Hey, Teddy!... Umm, well, actually, John and Randy asked me to room with them for the next couple weeks while you’re gone… You do?... Well, you remember what happened after Survivor Series?... Of course, how could either of us forget… Anyway, well, they asked if I wanted to again… I said yeah… What? You’re really cool with it?... You know me, I need to be told over and over before I believe it… And you don’t mind me rooming with them knowing what could happen?... You’re sure?... Ok, ok, don’t want you changing your mind… Alright, bye Teddy. I love you… Bye.”
“Soooo?” Randy asked.
“That went well,” Cody told him with a grin.
“Alright new roomie, we’ll have to welcome you properly. Don’t you agree, Johnny?”
“I do,” he agreed as he turned onto the street their hotel was located on.
“Oh?”
The two older men grinned at each other in the front seat before giving Cody matching smiles as they turned back to face him.
Soon enough the three were in their hotel room. “Hey, why don’t you call Manu and tell him he’s an asshole and that you’re staying with us from now on?”
“I should do that.” He took out his cell once again, and this call went straight to voicemail. “Hey, you asshole. What the hell were you thinking taking the car like that? Whatever, I’m just calling you to let you know I’m…” he trailed off briefly as he looked up to see John and Randy lying on the bed, making out. “…I’m rooming with John and Randy now. Until Ted gets back. No offense, or anything, it’s just…” He continued to watch as they began to throw their clothes off, shirts flying to the side of the bed, pants shucked off and tossed aside, leaving them in just their respective boxers and briefs. “…It’s just that, well, you know… So, I guess I’ll see you later. Bye.”
The sight in front of him really was something. Last time, he had been involved in everything, he hadn’t been able to see what the two of them would look like together. Sure, he could imagine, but that could never be as good as seeing what he was seeing right now. Randy, who was situated beneath John, slid a hand into John’s boxers, caressing his ass. John’s hands were gripping onto the pillows as his tongue thrust deeper into Randy’s mouth.
Cody was growing hard at the view. He never thought he would be with a man, at least one that wasn’t Teddy. It’s not like he loved John and Randy. But, as he carried on watching, he realized that, in a way, he did. Not the way he loved Teddy, no, but in a really good, I’d do anything for my friends kinda way. Yeah, that was it.
The urge to join them in some way grew stronger. But he had no idea what he would do. And he didn’t want to disrupt them from what they were currently getting up to. Randy had since pulled off John’s boxers and chucked them to the side.
John pulled apart from the kiss, panting down at Randy. He turned his head back slightly to catch a glimpse of Cody. He smirked and returned his gaze to Randy. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Cody’s eyes widened. He watched as Randy turned over, sticking his brief clad ass up in the air, ready for John to fuck him. John grabbed Randy’s ass cheeks, massaging them through the fabric, his palms and fingers digging in. His fingers hooked into the band, slowly pulling them down over the ass and they soon found their way to the floor with everything else.
John reached for the bedside table, where Cody just noticed the lube was located. ‘When did he have the chance to grab that? Oh, it must have been during my phone call,’ Cody thought.
“Come here,” John said to Cody.
“What?” Cody asked, not expecting anyone to be speaking right now.
“Come here,” he repeated. Cody walked over to them and saw John sliding a slicked up finger inside Randy’s hole. The finger moved in and out, twisting and stretching Randy. John pulled the one out and went back in with two. Cody watched as John scissored him out, and he knew what was coming next.
Once John felt Randy was sufficiently stretched, he removed his fingers and worked some of the lube over his dick. He aligned himself with Randy before slamming himself all the way in. Randy cried out, his head flinging back. He hissed in pain, not yet used to being filled.
“Feel free to jump in,” John said, looking at Cody.
“How?” he asked, still mesmerized by the scene in front of him.
“Blow me,” Randy suggested.
John pulled his hips back, nearly all the way out, before slamming them back in. Randy lurched forward as John pounded against him.
“Really?”
“YES!” Randy shouted at him.
Cody slid himself underneath Randy, taking his dick in his hand, tentatively running it over the surface. His tongue darted out, briefly licking the head. He heard Randy moan, but had no idea if he caused the reaction, or if John did.
John continued to pound into Randy, holding onto his hips. Randy’s head dropped forward onto the pillows, and the angle change caused John to stroke against his prostate as he pushed in downwards.
Cody, still under Randy, and fully clothed, was now rock hard, holding onto Randy’s dick. He continued to grip it as he took the head into his mouth. It was an awkward angle to be working at, plus Randy continued to move back and forth as John fucked him harder. But he gave it his all, slowly taking more of the cock into his mouth. His tongue licked around and his mouth sucked. He tilted his body some so that he was less sideways beneath Randy.
When his other hand ran gently over Randy’s abs, he knew that moan was elicited from his touch. The dick dropped from his mouth as he slid further up. His fingers teased against Randy’s nipples as his tongue swirled around Randy’s bellybutton. He would alternate between that and running the flat of his tongue over Randy’s stomach.
John, seeing that Cody had moved away from Randy’s cock, took it in his own hands, stroking it up and down, playing with his balls. He kept the strokes in time with the pace of his thrusts, which were still hard and fast.
Randy lifted himself back up as he felt a hand on his chest pushing him up. Cody slid up, weaseling his way under Randy so they were now face to face. Randy smirked before bending forward to cover Cody’s mouth with his. Randy’s tongue pushed against Cody’s lips, which parted instantly.
“Randy, I’m gonna come,” John informed, pounding in just a couple more times before spilling into Randy.
One of Randy’s hands slid downwards to Cody’s pants, which he was able to take care of one handed. He released Cody from the tight restraints as they continued to kiss. Randy’s hips lowered, brushing their two cocks together. That was too much for both of them as they both began to come at the touch.
John pulled his limp cock out of Randy, who started to roll over off of Cody. Both men looked down at the youngest Superstar, noticing the cum all over his clothes. “Shit, sorry about that,” Randy genuinely said. “Next time we’ll have to strip you down before we do anything.”
“So, you still want there to be a next time?”
John and Randy shared a look before replying, “Yeah.”
“We would if you would. You’re still gonna room with us, aren’t you?” John asked, still slightly unsure of Cody’s decision. Though he had said yes earlier, Cody’s worry could still come to the forefront of his decision making.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like to.”
“Good. Now, you should probably clean that up,” Randy told him, looking him over once more, shaking his head at the drying cum. “Yeah, John, next time Cody won’t have that problem.”
“Agreed.”
“And I call the shower,” Randy said, jogging to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
“How the hell does he expect me to clean these,” Cody started asking, removing his shirt and staring at the cum stains, “if he hogs the bathroom?”
“He doesn’t.”