Oz fic part 3-2
Just to make things easier, here's a link to Chapter 3 part 1
The newest inmates were sitting on a bench awaiting their move into a unit. The guard told the ones moving into Em City the rules and introduced him to their individual sponsors. When the guard turned to the potentially problematic inmate, prisoner #02L680, he said, “Paul Levesque, this is your sponsor Jaz Hoyt. They’re gonna show you the ropes, show you how things are done in Em City, show you the routine.”
Jaz looked Paul over, nodding in approval at the sight of the man before him. Jaz stuck his hand out and said, “Name’s Jaz.”
Paul took the hand in his and replied, “Everyone calls me Hunter.”
With the acceptance, for now, from the head of the bikers, Hunter headed with the rest of the new inmates to Emerald City.
Up in McManus’ office John and Randy sat across the desk from Tim. “There a reason you asked us both here?” John asked him.
“Yeah, there is. Look, Orton, Randy, I tried to tell Leo not to do this, but it’s his word as the Warden against mine…”
“What the fuck is it, McManus?” Randy demanded, never one to beat around the bush.
“Paul Levesque is being brought into Em City right now.”
Randy stood up from his seat, sending the chair flying backwards, and he was looming over McManus, his eyes deadly. “Why the fuck would you do that? It’s one thing to bring him to Oz, but it’s a whole ‘nother ball game bringing him into Em City. I bashed his fucking face in once, what do you think will stop me from doing it again?” His jaw clenched together and McManus could see the muscles twitching in his face.
“How about spending the rest of your life in solitary? Or does death fucking row sound better to you? Now sit down.”
Randy turned his head and spotted his chair. He pulled it back in close to the desk and sat, still fuming. “You’re threatening me, McManus?”
“I am. If anything happens to him, you’re out of Em City and in solitary confinement for the rest of your time here, which would probably be extended to life.”
Randy raised his chin slightly and his eyes narrowed as he bore holes in McManus. “Are you trying to tell me that if something happens to him, and I wasn’t behind it, I’ll still get sent to solitary? Are you trying to tell me that if that little fucking shit bag manages to make himself some enemies in here that aren’t me, I’ll still get the blame?”
“No, not if we can’t link it back to you. But,” he said turning to John, “that’s why I wanted you here. I know you and Randy have become close, so you better inform the rest of the Italians that if any of them so much as lay a hand on him, not only will the person directly responsible be punished, so will the two of you. Do you understand me?”
Randy’s hands were on his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as he tried to comprehend what McManus was saying. “Alright, McManus, I won’t touch him, and I’ll make sure none of John’s boys touch him. So I hope you know that when he gets what’s coming to him, it wasn’t on us.”
“That’s all I ask.”
“Fine.” Randy stood back up and turned to leave the room.
Tim turned his attention to John, who only gave him a smirk and a raise of the eyebrow in return before he, too, left the room. When he was out in the hall with Randy, the young man was still fuming at the events that had just transpired. “What the fuck is he fucking thinking?” They were at the stairs and before Randy could continue, he looked down and saw the man he had beaten, earning him a first class ticket straight to Oz, no passing Go, no collecting $200.
Hunter looked up from his chair and saw Randy staring at him. He stood, their eyes locked.
John put his hand on Randy’s shoulder and said, “Don’t. You don’t want to wind up in solitary, do you?”
Randy didn’t answer. Instead, he began walking, dropping John’s hand from his shoulder. His hand gripped hard onto the rail, his anger boiling over. Hunter made his way to the bottom of the stairs and met Randy as he got to the final step.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Hunter said.
“Get the fuck outta my way.”
“Why don’t you make me?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me. Because I swear to fucking God, if you so much as look at me the wrong way-”
“Is that a threat, Orton? Don’t think I didn’t hear about the ‘you can’t touch me’ rule,” he said with a smirk.
“Fuck you,” Randy spat.
“Randy, shut the fuck up,” John hissed at him.
“Oh, I see you got your boyfriend here to be the voice of reason,” Hunter teased.
“You fucking asshole!” Randy shouted, but as he made his move to lash out, John physically grabbed him and held him back.
Hunter smirked and stepped to the side, letting Randy and John pass by. They made their way to their pod and as soon as they were inside, Randy kicked the bed frame. “Shit, what the fuck happened with you two?”
“Don’t fucking ask. All you need to know is that he’s the fucking reason I’m in here, but you fuckin’ know what? Every fuckin’ thing I did to him, he deserved, and if that means I’m fuckin stuck here, so fuckin’ be it.”
John wrapped his arm around Randy, pulling him in close. A knock came on the door, and John scowled when he saw a CO standing outside, telling them to break it up. John let go of Randy and opened the door. “Can’t you guys give it a rest? This guy beat that guy’s face in, so it’s either I try and talk him the fuck down, or you guys end up with a bed frame tossed out the fucking wall, and I don’t think you’d like that very much, but I could be mistaken.”
The CO didn’t say anything in reply as he turned and walked off leaving them to relative peace once more. “Fuck.”
“Hey, man, don’t worry about him. I got your back. Always.”
A smile teased at Randy’s lips. He tried to fight it, but as the meaning of John’s words washed over him, he couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you. You know it’s the same for you, right?”
“It better be, asshole,” John said, punching Randy’s arm.
A second knock came on the door and when they looked over, they say both Ted and Cody standing there. John gestured for them to come in, and they both did.
“What did McManus want with you?”
“And what was the deal with that new guy on the stairs?”
“Would you believe that they tie into each other?” Randy asked. “He’s the ass wipe I beat up to land myself in here. Don’t ask me why they wanted him in here, but they went and stuck him in Em City… And I can’t touch him with threat of life in solitary. And John’s under watch, too…”
“Oh, shit,” Cody said.
“Yeah, so now he’s gonna be doing everything in his power to bring me to my breaking point. And Lord knows I have a short breaking point. But that’s enough about me, I see you two are pod mates now.”
“Surprised the shit outta me,” Cody admitted. “Not that I’m complaining about any of that, because I’ve wanted that for so long,” he said, obviously eyeing Teddy up and down. Ted blushed and grinned and Cody thought it was the cutest thing in the world, and to know that he was the one causing that reaction was amazing. “Yeah, can’t wait to get him alone in the pod late at night while the guards are off doing their rounds downstairs…”
“Ok, were you really a virgin when you came in here?” Randy asked Ted, his inborn sense of curiosity getting the better of him.
“Umm… Yeah…” he answered, staring at Cody, wondering what else he had told to them.
“Did you like it?”
“What?”
“The sex,” Randy said bluntly. “Did you like it?”
“Uhhh… Well… I mean…” Ted stumbled over the words, not sure of what he should say.
“That’d be a yes,” John said.
“Top or bottom?”
“What?!”
Randy snorted, “Do I really have to explain that one to ya? Well, ya see, when two men decide they want to get together-”
“Are ya’ll just tryin’ to make me embarrassed?”
Randy gasped and placed a hand over his heart. “Why, I would never do such a thing! Would I John? Would I, of all people, try to get someone all embarrassed?”
“Never. Nope, not you Randy.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you Cody?”
Cody clamped his hand over his mouth, as he had been laughing at the back and forth between his lover and Randy, and shook his head no. He managed to squeak, “No,” before another fit of giggles overcame him.
“This is what we need more of,” John said, smiling at the sight before him.
“Buttsex?” Randy asked.
“No, you jackass, just… Ya know… Laughter. It’s hard to come across in here. Oz seems to drain you of yourself. You become a number. You become a part of this place, and that’s a scary thing. This place chips away at you day by mother fuckin day, and I do all I can to keep myself, but, fuck, it’s hard.”
Randy frowned at this rare moment of confession from John. Not that he was never serious, but when it came to himself and his feelings, he kept those tucked away and it was harder to break into him than it was Fort Knox. “I know, man. But you’re doing a damn good job of it. You’ve been here for three years already, and I see you. I see you all the time.”
“You’re the only one that really does. I’ve never let anyone else in like this. And I doubt I ever will again.”
Ted and Cody were watching the sight in front of them, and both were amazed at the softness they spoke to each other with.
“DINNER!” a CO cried out, interrupting the moment. The four of them shuffled out of the pod and down towards the cafeteria.
They were in line for whatever it was getting served that night, and Cody looked over to the seats his father and brother normally occupied. He watched as they set their trays down across from one another and began digging in. “Teddy, you need to eat with me today.” Tonight was his turn with his family, and so far, he had always gone alone.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Randy butted in. “You’ve been friends with us for longer, yet we don’t get to dine with the family. Ok, the line has been drawn.”
“Fuck you, Randy,” Cody teased. “So, what to ya say, Teddy?”
Ted shrugged and said, “Sure.”
Cody beamed as they shuffled forward in line. When they had their full trays, the four parted ways and Ted and Cody made their way towards Dusty and Dustin. “Who would you rather sit next to? My dad or my brother?”
“Don’t you usually sit next to your dad?”
“Teddy, do you watch me when I sit with them?” Cody asked with a grin.
“No… I dunno what would give you that idea…”
“Liar. Go sit next to my brother.” They took their seats, and Dustin gave Cody a look when he noticed someone was sitting next to him. “Dad, Dustin, this is my new pod mate, Teddy DiBiase, Jr.”
“Hey,” they both said at the same time.
“Hi. Hope you don’t mind…”
“Not at all. The more the merrier is what they say, right?” Dusty concluded.
“Right.”
“How come you changed pod mates? You not getting along with your last one?” Dustin asked.
“McManus did it on his own. Which is funny, since Ted and I wanted to ask him to move us in together anyway.”
“So, you’re saying you didn’t get along with your last one?” Dustin asked once more.
“Umm, no, I just get along a lot… better… with Teddy,” he answered as a small blush crept up his face.
“Cody, what do you mean?” Dusty asked his youngest son.
Cody glanced to Ted, who had his head bowed over his tray, taking deep breaths, as he knew Cody was going to reveal to his family their relationship. “Umm, Dad… Teddy and I… Well… We’re…”
Dusty nodded his head, “I figured. Are you sure it’s smart to get involved like that?”
“Probably not, but you can’t help who you fall in love with, right?”
Ted looked up from his food and smiled at Cody. Dusty gave him an apprehensive look. “How’d you manage to get involved with him?”
“Uhh, I told him that he’d burn in hell for being gay, he punched me in the face, and then… Then after that we became friends. And things went from there.”
A ruckus had began happening a few tables down as Hunter kept throwing taunts at Randy. Fed up, Randy began shouting back while John tried to quiet him.
“Look at them, aren’t they precious? Don’t want your little fuck buddy there to be sent away? Is that why you’re trying so damn hard to keep him calm like a good little puppy?”
John, normally an even tempered one, was getting frustrated with the incessant teasing and taunting. And, in John’s mind, there was one thing you don’t fuck with, and that’s a person’s family. John had his family outside the prison, and he had his family inside the prison. Randy was part of that family. And there was only so far John would let this go before his need to protect and defend his family came out.
Randy looked up to John and said, “Can we just get the fuck out of here?”
“Yeah,” John said, standing up from his seat, his dinner mostly uneaten.
“What, you two leaving so you can have some privacy? Come on, Orton, be a man,” Hunter began again.
“Just ignore him,” John said, although he was already racking his brain, trying to think of just how he could get his revenge on him.
“Alright, I see how it is. You’re just a little pussy, then.”
Randy stopped walking and turned around. “Fuck you, Paul,” Randy spat. “If I’m a pussy, that means you got your ass beat by a pussy. How does that make you feel?”
Hunter stood up and leaned forward on the table as he shouted his response, “I didn’t get my ass beat. You got lucky. You’re nothing to me, Orton. You couldn’t finish me. You never could. And you still can’t. Now you can’t touch me.”
Without any further reply, John and Randy left the cafeteria. Randy’s hands were rubbing back and forth on his head. “What the fuck was McManus thinking?”
“He said he tried to fight it, but it was Glynn’s final say that got him here.”
“Well then what the fuck was Glynn thinking? Does he have it out for me? What the fuck did I ever do to him?”
“We could always go to McManus,” John suggested.
“Yeah, that’s the next best thing for Paul apart from getting me sent to death fucking row. No, he thinks I’m a pussy now, I’d never hear the end of it if I went and begged McManus to move him. Not. Gonna. Happen.”
When they walked through the gates of Em City they were greeted by the rare sight of an empty unit. “What brings you two back here so soon?” Murphy asked them when he saw the pair enter the room.
“My new favourite inmate,” Randy answered as he walked past him and into his pod.
“Oh, you mean Levesque.”
“That’d be the one,” John said, speaking for Randy. “I can’t see anything about this situation working out well…” John shook his head as he watched Randy kicking various things in their pod. When he saw Randy banging his head against the wall, he said, “Ok, Murph, I gotta go before he puts his foot through that glass.”
“Yup.”
John opened the door to the pod and found his deodorant, toothpaste and toothbrush scattered on the floor from where Randy obviously swiped his arm across the shelf right under the mirror. Randy’s own deodorant was in his hand, ready to be flung across the room. “Randy, you gotta stop. Please, man, calm down. I don’t want you to get yourself hurt in all this, and I don’t want you in solitary. Fuck, Randy, you’re the only person I have in here.”
“That’s bullshit. You have Chucky and the rest of the Italians around you all the time. Fuck, you’ve even got Ted and Cody. I’m the one that already doesn’t have anyone. What the fuck would it matter if I got myself sent to solitary?” Frustrated, Randy sat on his bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
John sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around the younger man, the man who had become his life, his only light in the darkness of Oz. “I know you’re pissed off, Randy. But you cannot let this dude get to you. You got that? I need you here in Em City. How about this… Tonight you take out all those frustrations on me.”
Randy lifted his head and stared John in the eyes. “You mean…”
“Yeah… Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Let it all out. Fuck me through the wall if you have to. Break the goddamn bed frame. Don’t hold anything back tonight.”
Randy’s lips turned up slightly at that. “Great, get me riled up now with lights out hours away.”
“It’ll give us something to look forward to… Think of the sexual tension.”
That’s how it went with them, when they had no one else to take out their frustrations and aggression on, they took it out on each other. They knew each other, they understood each other, they knew this was how it had to be. And it was through sex that they were able to do this. That was their life.
“COUNT!” a guard shouted after everyone else had returned from dinner. John and Randy exited their pod for a few minutes until they were counted by a CO. Once everyone was accounted for, the guard yelled, “LOCKDOWN!” and they were now in their pods for the night.
“You know what I’m gonna do tonight?” Cody asked Ted.
Ted set down the book he picked out in the library and asked, “No, what?”
“Tonight I’m gonna climb down from my bed and crawl into yours, kissing your face and touching you all over. I’ll pull your boxers down to reveal your rock hard cock and, unable to resist, I’ll bend down and kiss it. You’ve never had anyone’s mouth on you down there, have you, Teddy?”
Teddy was getting unbelievable turned on at what Cody was telling him. At Cody’s question he shook his head and answered, “No.”
“Good. I’ll suck every inch of your dick tonight. Teddy, it’s gonna feel so good. And then I’m gonna make love to you. I’m not gonna lie to you,” he said as he jumped down from the bed, “it’ll hurt at first, but then, then I’ll show you just how wonderful it can be. I’m gonna take such good care of you. How do you like the sound of that?”
Ted was stunned. Yeah, his father loved him and he loved his father, but his father put his business before everything, that’s how it became such a success. His mother loved him and he loved his mother, but she had three kids to look after and she couldn’t always give each of them the care they wanted or needed. And while he loved his brothers, they were his brothers. What Cody was telling him was something so new, and he wanted it so badly. “I love the sound of that,” he told Cody, who beamed at him in response.
“Good,” Cody said. He then sighed. “I wish we could do this whenever we wanted. I would love to get into bed with you and hold you and kiss you and make love to you right now, but I can’t. I just want to be with you, but that’s impossible.”
“I do, too, Cody. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I do, too. But… I’m scared… Scared that these feelings came on so quick and so strong.”
“I know how you feel, Teddy. I mean, I’m only 18, I’ve never felt anything like this before.” He was amazed at the ease at which he could speak to Ted in the privacy of their own pod. “When I saw you sitting at that table the first day, I thought you were the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Of course, that might have had something to do with Randy shooting me down after I hit on him in the shower… But I like to think it’s because you really are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you. Of course, at first I only wanted to have sex with you… Then I found that I wanted so much more. Teddy, do you know how shocked I was when I realized that it wasn’t just sex?”
“Probably how I felt yesterday after the Father told me that it was ok for me to love another man.”
“Probably, yeah… Do you know how much I want you right now?”
“Yeah,” Ted answered with a glint in his eye. He had already had sex with Cody, had already declared his love for the teenager; there was no going back now.
For hours, they sat in their pods, talking back and forth, sometimes about sex, sometimes about family, sometimes about themselves. They would soon come to learn everything about their pod mate, and that was an unavoidable truth.
“LIGHTS OUT!” one of the COs yelled and they flipped the switch, plunging Oz into darkness. Cody climbed up into his bunk and waited for the first guard of the night to walk past them.
“Hey, Teddy, how much time do we have before the hacks come back upstairs?”
“Umm, I think about twenty minutes.”
“I guess we can make do…”
A flashlight shone into their pod as both men lay still in their beds. It was gone a few seconds later and Cody had to take advantage of all the time they were gifted.
John and Randy were both in their pods and knew just how long they had until a CO showed up. John was standing on the floor next to Randy, giving himself over to the younger man as Randy grabbed John’s shoulders and crushed their mouths together. His hands clawed at John’s back, and their teeth clashed together in Randy’s need.
Cody climbed into Ted’s bed and began stroking his hand up and down Ted’s arms and he brought his head forward letting their lips touch. His tongue traced across Ted’s bottom lip, waiting for them to part. When they did, his tongue slipped inside Ted’s mouth where he caressed each surface.
Randy pulled John into the bed with him, throwing him down so John’s stomach was flat on the mattress. “Get on your knees,” Randy ordered, and John did as he was told. Randy eyed the boxer clad ass before him and he couldn’t help himself, he bent forward and bit John’s ass through the fabric. Not expecting that move, John had to lift his hand and bite down on himself to stop from crying out.
Pulling the boxers over Ted’s hips, Cody revealed Ted’s aching dick, begging for Cody’s attention. Cody glanced up and took in the full picture of the man before him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, though the words filled the pod and were sweet music to Ted’s ears. No one had ever called him beautiful before. Cody then smiled and did as he said he would earlier; he bent forward and placed a light kiss right on the tip of Ted’s cock.
Cody slipped the rest of Ted’s dick into his mouth, going down to the base, letting the light blonde hair there tickle his nose. Ted’s cock brushed against the back of his throat, and he could hear Ted’s moans of pleasure as he drew himself up, sucking as he went. Ted’s hands were wrapped in his hair, and he smiled as that gripped tightened. He hummed around the dick in his mouth, and he could feel the shiver that ran up Ted’s spine. Cody’s hands were splayed over Ted’s hips, but he slid one of them down to Ted’s balls. He rolled them in his hand as his head continued to bob.
The boxers were off of both John and Randy in a flash as their need for each other grew. Randy, though he had calmed down slightly from earlier events, was still worked up, and he knew that Hunter would never quit until Randy was out of sight. That mere thought brought back all of Randy’s previous frustrations. He took his rock hard cock and spread what precum had been leaking out over it. “Gonna fuck you so hard,” he declared. He then lined himself up with John’s hole, and in one thrust, he was buried inside. John was biting hard on his hand. He thought he tasted blood, but he didn’t care; this was for Randy.
When Cody pulled off, he heard a groan from Teddy, obviously at the loss of contact. “Trust me, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Cody drawled out, his voice dripping with a sexual desire. He climbed out of his own boxers and tossed them on the floor. “Alright,” he whispered, “I’m gonna put your leg over my shoulder.” He picked up Ted’s leg and draped it over his shoulder. He then wrapped his arm around the leg and slipped two of his fingers into his mouth. He pulled them out and pushed them back in, and Ted watched on as Cody did things to his own fingers that shouldn’t be turning him on as much as they were. He thought back to the week before and how Cody had taken his fingers into his mouth, and he remembered how good it felt to have Cody’s tongue swirl around them.
He then tensed when realization hit him that those fingers were going to be going inside of him. “Just relax,” Cody assured him as he removed the fingers from his mouth. He leaned forward and held one finger against Ted’s entrance. He began to push inside, ever so slowly. “Relax,” Cody said once more, because he could fell the tension and apprehension in Ted’s body. Ted took a breath and let his body relax, and Cody pushed the finger in deeper. When it was finally all the way in, he pulled back and pushed it in once more. He kept going until he knew Ted was ready for more. He was going to be as gentle as he could; this was for Teddy.
Randy slammed his hips, his entire body behind the action. John jerked forward, his head bouncing against the wall. Still, when Randy thrust in again, John pushed back, meeting Randy midway. John’s head was bent forward in the pillows, as he wanted to muffle his cries of pained pleasure from Randy’s movements. The sick sounds of Randy’s balls slapping against John’s ass were echoing off the walls of the pod, but both men were loving every second of it. They always loved every second they had with each other, even when they were fighting, even when they were stuck in the pod for hours and were sick of one another’s company, they still embraced all the time they had together. Because each man knew it was the other one that kept them sane in this place. “Harder,” John moaned out, and Randy obliged, pummeling into John’s ass with a new ferocity. John’s head hit the wall again with a thud, but he kept pushing back to meet with Randy’s thrusts.
Randy bent further forward and clamed his teeth down on John’s shoulder. His hands were gripping onto John’s hips so hard, he was sure there would be bruises there. Not that this would be the first time they had left bruises and marks on one another. Randy let one hand slide up to John’s other shoulder, and he then raked his nails down his back, now slick with sweat. John raised his head out of the pillow and turned his head to the side, and Randy moved his head down further, allowing their mouths to come together once more in another fierce kiss. Randy’s hips were working at a fevered pace, and he knew his climax was approaching. Randy broke off the kiss, and said, “Fuck, so close.”
John tightened his ass around Randy’s dick, drawing that ever approaching orgasm even closer. “Fuck me, Randy.”
Randy’s thrusting was invigorated at John’s words. He pounded into the tight, willing ass until he had to succumb to the orgasm that ripped through his body. He jerked forward, his cock buried deep, as he shot his cum into John.
Feeling Randy’s hot cum inside of him, feeling Randy’s cock twitching inside his ass, John became to come, as well. His ass continued to clench around Randy’s dick, milking out everything he was worth.
Cody had two fingers inside of Ted’s ass, and he twisted them around, moved them in and out, scissored them, trying to prepare Ted for what was to come. “Do you think you’re ready for a third?” Cody asked him, whispering right into his ear.
Ted nodded. The stretching was already slightly painful, but he wanted this. He wanted it for Cody. He hissed as he felt Cody slip a third finger inside of him, stretching him out further than he ever thought he could go. But he couldn’t deny the care that Cody was giving him. Cody kissed his face whenever he gave a slight grimace of pain, and would whisper things to him, calming him.
“I want you,” Ted stated. “Please, Cody, can you do it now?” he asked.
“Are you sure, Teddy? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes,” Ted said. “Please, Cody. I need this.”
Cody grinned and removed the fingers that were inside Ted’s ass. He looked to his cock, leaking with precum, then spit into his hand. Though his dick was pretty slick, he wanted this to feel good for Ted. He spread the liquids over himself, coating each and every inch before lining himself up with Ted’s prepared hole. “You’re sure you’re ready?” Cody asked, looking right into Ted’s eyes.
“Yes. I’m ready for you.”
Cody worked the head of his dick inside, breeching the virgin hole, and causing a whimper from Ted at the pain. He bent forward and captured Ted’s mouth in a passionate kiss as he moved in further. Their tongues brushed over one another’s, eliciting small moans that got lost in each other’s mouths. Cody continued to inch forward, never once breaking the kiss until he was all the way inside. Once he was in, he pulled out of the kiss and looked down at Ted, whose eyes were still screwed shut. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It still hurts,” Ted told him.
“Focus on me,” Cody said. “Don’t focus on the pain, just focus on my dick inside you. Trust me, you’ll feel better.” He drew his hips back, still moving slowly. When he pushed back inside, he got a moan from Ted. That was a good sign. Cody then changed his angle, knowing that when he pushed forward, he would brush against that sweet spot. The reaction he got from Ted was better than he could have imagined.
Ted’s eyes opened wide as this spot inside him was hit by Cody’s dick. His own cock twitched as the pleasure shot all throughout his body. “Oh, God,” he moaned out, at that moment not caring about taking the Lord’s name in vain, because at that moment, he felt like Cody was God, because Cody was making him feel so good and was caring for him so deeply.
“I knew you’d like that,” Cody said with a smirk.
“Can you do it again?” Ted asked him.
“Sure,” Cody answered, brushing up against his prostate with each thrust of his hips. “Like that?”
“God, yes,” Ted said. He took his hands and wrapped them in Cody’s hair and he then drew Cody down into a kiss, one that he initiated for the first time. He let his tongue run along Cody’s lips, just as Cody had done to him earlier.
Cody continued with his thrusts, wanting to give Ted as much pleasure as he possibly could. It felt wonderful being inside of Ted, knowing that Ted loved him and was willing to give himself over to him so openly. That thought went straight to his heart, which led to a familiar tightening in his lower abdomen. His climax was drawing near, and he was soon spilling his seed into Ted’s tight hole.
When he was spent, he saw that Ted had yet to come. He pulled his spent dick out and he smirked at Ted before he shimmied down and once again placed a kiss on the tip of Ted’s leaking cock. That one small action was all it took before Ted, too, was shooting his cum onto Cody’s face and his own stomach.
He saw Cody’s face dripping with his cum, and he had to pull him in close. Hesitantly, he snaked out his tongue and licked up Cody’s cheek. “Oh, fuck, Teddy,” Cody said as his eyes fell shut. Ted did it again, and Cody moaned and cried out his name as Ted licked Cody’s face clean.
They could hear footsteps falling on the stairs and knew that their time together was nearly up. With a final kiss, Cody climbed back into his bunk, still naked and the scent of Ted on him. With that thought, he let himself fall into a blissful sleep.
When Randy pulled out, he couldn’t help but reach a hand out to John’s head, running over the spot that hit the wall on several occasions. “I’m sorry about that,” Randy said. It was always how it went. After everything, they always had a moment of understanding.
“Don’t worry, I’m a big boy, I can handle it. You’ve had your fair share of bumps, remember?”
“How could I forget? Shit,” Randy said when he saw a flashlight a couple of pods down. He and John hopped out of the bed and Randy headed to the toilet while John climbed up into his own bunk, and the guard walked past their pod, seeing Randy taking a piss. Once the guard walked away, Randy turned back around to John and smiled. “Thanks,” he said softly.
“Not a problem,” John returned.
The next few days went by, the taunts continuing from Hunter non stop. And the lack of response from Randy was really getting to him. Randy has a short fuse, how had it not gone off? How come Randy wasn’t sitting in solitary yet? It was time he took matters into his own hands.
John and Randy were in the gym wrestling, one of the favourite past times of the inmates. They had a mat set up, but the bumps were still hard hitting, and both men could feel it in throughout their bodies. They were about to call it quits for the day and go hang out in the library just to be surrounded by silence. But their plans were ruined when a voice called out, bouncing off the gym walls, “Hey, Orton, fancy seeing you here.”
John and Randy broke their hold and both men turned to face the intruder. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Nothing,” he answered, taking a step closer to the men on the mat.
Randy closed the distance even more, focused on the other man’s eyes. “Bullshit,” Randy stated.
“Think what you will,” Hunter replied.
While Randy’s intense stare was set on Hunter’s eyes, John was focused on the whole of Hunter. That’s how John was able to see the flash of steel before Randy did. Hunter whipped out a shank, the sharp metal blade on a course direct to Randy’s throat. John, only a few steps behind Randy, was able to run over and push Randy out of the way of the deadly shank.
“Fuck!” Hunter cried out when he missed his target, getting John instead. Oh, well, he was a suitable substitute. He was Randy’s lifeline in here, anyway. Without John, Randy was a nobody. A sick smile crawled over his face when he realized that even though he hadn’t gotten Randy, he had just taken something greater away from him. He began laughing at the sight in front of him, as the alarms went off and the SORT team stormed in and dragged him off.
Randy’s head knocked against the floor when John pushed him out of the way, and he opened his eyes to find John’s blank eyes looking at him, and when Randy saw the blood soaking into the mat, he knew something had gone wrong. He crawled over and saw that Hunter’s blade, intended for him, had cut John. John had pushed him out of the way, had saved his life, and possibly ended his own. “John!” he cried out. He didn’t know what to do. He felt utterly helpless as he watched the blood flow out of the cut on John’s neck.
Several members of the SORT team dove in and pushed Randy off of the prone body lying on the floor. “FUCKING HELP HIM!” Randy shouted. “PLEASE, GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL!” The shouts were heavy with fear and he fought to keep tears from falling as the hope drained out of his body like the blood from John.
The SORT team had John on a gurney in a rush to the hospital wing as John held on in a fight for his life. Dr. Gloria Nathan was on him as soon as she heard about the gym, and she was amazed at just how close Hunter had come to hitting the major arteries. She worked to clean the fresh wound and stop the blood flow. “He’s lost a lot of blood, but he can still make it.” She switched from doctor mode to compassion mode when she pat John on the arm and said to him, “You can make it. You’re a fighter, John, just hold on.”
McManus had a shaken Randy in his office, trying to calm him down enough to tell him exactly what happened in the gym. “What the fuck do you mean what happened?! Hunter fucking happened! He wanted to kill me! And he fucking should have!” Randy paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair, trying to block the image of John staring at him, the life draining from his body. “He’s fucking dead because of me.”
“Ok, I got that part, Randy. But what happened?”
“He pulled a fucking knife on me! I didn’t see it… Fuck, I didn’t see it. But John… Fucking bastard. John… FUCK!” Randy shouted, unable to continue the story as his emotions took over once more.
Tim sighed, knowing that trying to get anything else from Randy was hopeless at the moment. “Alright, you can go now, Randy. Why don’t you go see Pete?”
Randy nodded and pulled the door open, needing to get out of there. He raced down the stairs and he felt the eyes of the other men on him, stuck in their pods due to the lockdown, and he knew the sort of things that people were whispering about, “You hear? John got shanked,” and “John got his throat slit,” and “Pussy bitch Orton can’t even fight his own battles.” He rushed out of Emerald City as fast as he could, things getting to be too much for him. When he reached Pete’s office, he barged in without so much as a knock.
Sister Pete stood up and closed the door behind him. “Let it all out, Randy,” she said to him.
“I’m so fucking scared, Pete. I don’t know what’s happening to John. He could be dead right now for all I know. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if he dies. I should be the one being rolled out of here in a body bag, not John. Please, God, not John.” He dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together as he began begging to God, “God, please, I couldn’t live without him. Not in here I can’t. He’s all I fucking have now. It should have been me. Fuck, it should have been me. If he dies, I couldn’t go on. Why didn’t you take ME?!” he cried out.
The sight of this young man down on his knees in her office tore at Pete’s heart. The raw emotion with which Randy was saying these things to God were so heartfelt, and she knew that he and John obviously had something beyond friendship, beyond sex. “Randy, I’m so sorry about what happened,” she told him. It was all she could say at that moment. When she heard about the incident, she had no idea that the feelings between the two men were so strong, and now that she saw just how close they were, her heart broke even further.
“Sorry?” Randy growled. “Will sorry change anything?” he asked, standing up, his eyes darkening. “Sorry can’t take me back in time to stop Paul from hurting John. Sorry can’t bring John back to me.”
“Randy, you don’t know if John is dead. He’s in the hospital right now, and I know Gloria is doing everything she can to save him.”
“But what if it’s not enough?! What if she can’t save him? What will I do then? Because I couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing that he… that he sacrificed himself for me.” His emotions were running wild, going from anger to terror to sheer sorrow in seconds flat. “All I can see when I close my eyes is him. Him lying on a wrestling mat soaked in his own blood. His eyes… Pete, his eyes were so empty. His eyes are never empty. Fuck. I wrapped myself around him for a few seconds before they pushed me off of him. I screamed for them to get him help. But… I don’t know if there’s anything they can do. What if it was too late?”
“Just keep telling me about your feelings. I won’t repeat any of this to anyone, I swear, Randy.”
At the promise of silence on her end, Randy began talking. “He’s the one that I turn to. Ever since I got here, he’s been the one that I go to if I need something, he’s the one person I know I can trust in here with my fucking life, and today just proved that. Fucking hell! Why did he have to do that? Why did have to do this to me? Save my life only to destroy it… When I’m with him, I feel things I’ve never felt before.”
“Do you love him?” Sister Pete asked him.
Randy was unable to form an answer, instead he sat himself down in the chair in front of her desk and placed his head in his hands as he nodded his head and finally let the tears fall freely.
The days blurred together for Randy. No one had given him any word on John, which he assumed meant he was still alive, but was he just hanging on with life support the only thing keeping him alive? Was he making a miraculous recovery? The not knowing was the worst.
“Randy, have you heard anything about John?” Cody asked him.
Randy said nothing to him in reply. He sighed and stood up, pacing around the pod. Hunter was in the hole right now, and would be making the move to solitary as he was sentenced with attempted murder and assault with a deadly weapon. He hadn’t really made an attempt to clean himself up since that day. He kept to himself, sitting in his pod as opposed to out at the checker tables he normally frequented.
“Oh, are you finally getting up?” Ted asked him.
Every day since the attack in the gym, Ted and Cody were around Randy as they watched this normally stoic man break down before their eyes.
Randy took a deep breath and said, “Yeah.”
“Good,” Cody started, “because you fucking need a shower.”
Randy grinned. It was a small grin, but it was the first time in days he had done anything. He quirked an eyebrow at Ted and Cody, who got the hint and left Randy to himself. Randy stripped down and wrapped a towel around his hips as he left the room and headed towards the shower.
He tossed his towel on the barrier and turned the water on hot, washing away all the grime of the past few days. He still had blood on his arms from when he was wrapped around John and he watched as the dried blood flaked off and washed down the drain. He ran the soap over his arms and his face, down his legs, over his stomach and his dick. As the water coursed over him, he replayed the events in the gym. It all happened so fast. All he remembered was getting pushed out of the way and then opening his eyes to see John lying in front of him. He shook his head, trying to force those images out of his mind. After several minutes in the shower, he shut the water off and wrapped the towel around his wet hips.
Once he was back in front of his pod, he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked in there to see John sitting down on Randy’s bed, a beaming smile on his face. Randy entered the pod and John stood to meet him. “Holy shit,” Randy breathed out when he spotted the glaring white bandage on John’s neck.
“Happy to see you, too,” John said with a smile.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you. John, I thought you were dead,” Randy told him as relief overtook him.
“Dr. Nathan’s an amazing woman.”
“That she is…” Randy lifted a hand to the bandage and traced his fingers around the edges.
John tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck better for Randy. “Take it off,” John told him.
Randy’s eyes flashed to John’s and then back to the bandage. He slowly pulled back an edge revealing a glaring scar marring the once perfect skin. His fingers moved towards the scar, but he drew them back.
“It’s ok,” John assured him. “You can touch it.”
And so he did. His fingers circled around the outside of the scar before they traced so gently down the mark. John’s breath caught at the first touch against the raised skin. Randy then grabbed John’s hands and pushed him back, pinning his arms against the top bunk. He leaned down and blew a light breath down the length of the scar before his tongue darted out to lick along the path his fingers had made earlier.
John moaned at the feeling of Randy’s tongue against the sensitive flesh and he didn’t care who was watching Randy kiss and lick his neck. “I love you,” he admitted for the first time.
Randy paused and lifted his head and looked John dead in the eye when he replied, “I love you, too. I love you so fucking much. I’ve never loved anyone in my life as much as I love you.” He bent forward and placed small kisses on John’s face as he finally told John his true feelings.
“I’ve never told anyone that before,” John said to him. “I love you,” he said once more before he grabbed the sides of Randy’s face and drawing Randy’s mouth to his. All the feelings they had for each other came out in that one kiss, as tongue met tongue and teeth clash against teeth.
When the need for air became too great, they pulled back, and Randy then breathed out, “I was so fucking scared. I thought I lost you, John. I thought you died, I thought you died because of me.”
John smirked. “I’m not gonna give up that easily.”
Randy smiled back at him and his fingers once again went to the scar. “Now you have this because of me, you jackass.”
“I’m never gonna need a ring now. Because this? This lasts longer than some piece of gold that you can take off whenever you want. This is on me, this is in me. This is part of me now, Randy. This is for you.”
“Fucking hell…” Randy whispered. “John… I…”
“Don’t. Don’t say anything.” Once again, John pulled Randy’s head down into a passionate kiss, and they stayed in their pod the rest of the day, each with a new sense of belonging and life coursing through their bodies.
To Chapter 4 part 1
The newest inmates were sitting on a bench awaiting their move into a unit. The guard told the ones moving into Em City the rules and introduced him to their individual sponsors. When the guard turned to the potentially problematic inmate, prisoner #02L680, he said, “Paul Levesque, this is your sponsor Jaz Hoyt. They’re gonna show you the ropes, show you how things are done in Em City, show you the routine.”
Jaz looked Paul over, nodding in approval at the sight of the man before him. Jaz stuck his hand out and said, “Name’s Jaz.”
Paul took the hand in his and replied, “Everyone calls me Hunter.”
With the acceptance, for now, from the head of the bikers, Hunter headed with the rest of the new inmates to Emerald City.
Up in McManus’ office John and Randy sat across the desk from Tim. “There a reason you asked us both here?” John asked him.
“Yeah, there is. Look, Orton, Randy, I tried to tell Leo not to do this, but it’s his word as the Warden against mine…”
“What the fuck is it, McManus?” Randy demanded, never one to beat around the bush.
“Paul Levesque is being brought into Em City right now.”
Randy stood up from his seat, sending the chair flying backwards, and he was looming over McManus, his eyes deadly. “Why the fuck would you do that? It’s one thing to bring him to Oz, but it’s a whole ‘nother ball game bringing him into Em City. I bashed his fucking face in once, what do you think will stop me from doing it again?” His jaw clenched together and McManus could see the muscles twitching in his face.
“How about spending the rest of your life in solitary? Or does death fucking row sound better to you? Now sit down.”
Randy turned his head and spotted his chair. He pulled it back in close to the desk and sat, still fuming. “You’re threatening me, McManus?”
“I am. If anything happens to him, you’re out of Em City and in solitary confinement for the rest of your time here, which would probably be extended to life.”
Randy raised his chin slightly and his eyes narrowed as he bore holes in McManus. “Are you trying to tell me that if something happens to him, and I wasn’t behind it, I’ll still get sent to solitary? Are you trying to tell me that if that little fucking shit bag manages to make himself some enemies in here that aren’t me, I’ll still get the blame?”
“No, not if we can’t link it back to you. But,” he said turning to John, “that’s why I wanted you here. I know you and Randy have become close, so you better inform the rest of the Italians that if any of them so much as lay a hand on him, not only will the person directly responsible be punished, so will the two of you. Do you understand me?”
Randy’s hands were on his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as he tried to comprehend what McManus was saying. “Alright, McManus, I won’t touch him, and I’ll make sure none of John’s boys touch him. So I hope you know that when he gets what’s coming to him, it wasn’t on us.”
“That’s all I ask.”
“Fine.” Randy stood back up and turned to leave the room.
Tim turned his attention to John, who only gave him a smirk and a raise of the eyebrow in return before he, too, left the room. When he was out in the hall with Randy, the young man was still fuming at the events that had just transpired. “What the fuck is he fucking thinking?” They were at the stairs and before Randy could continue, he looked down and saw the man he had beaten, earning him a first class ticket straight to Oz, no passing Go, no collecting $200.
Hunter looked up from his chair and saw Randy staring at him. He stood, their eyes locked.
John put his hand on Randy’s shoulder and said, “Don’t. You don’t want to wind up in solitary, do you?”
Randy didn’t answer. Instead, he began walking, dropping John’s hand from his shoulder. His hand gripped hard onto the rail, his anger boiling over. Hunter made his way to the bottom of the stairs and met Randy as he got to the final step.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Hunter said.
“Get the fuck outta my way.”
“Why don’t you make me?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me. Because I swear to fucking God, if you so much as look at me the wrong way-”
“Is that a threat, Orton? Don’t think I didn’t hear about the ‘you can’t touch me’ rule,” he said with a smirk.
“Fuck you,” Randy spat.
“Randy, shut the fuck up,” John hissed at him.
“Oh, I see you got your boyfriend here to be the voice of reason,” Hunter teased.
“You fucking asshole!” Randy shouted, but as he made his move to lash out, John physically grabbed him and held him back.
Hunter smirked and stepped to the side, letting Randy and John pass by. They made their way to their pod and as soon as they were inside, Randy kicked the bed frame. “Shit, what the fuck happened with you two?”
“Don’t fucking ask. All you need to know is that he’s the fucking reason I’m in here, but you fuckin’ know what? Every fuckin’ thing I did to him, he deserved, and if that means I’m fuckin stuck here, so fuckin’ be it.”
John wrapped his arm around Randy, pulling him in close. A knock came on the door, and John scowled when he saw a CO standing outside, telling them to break it up. John let go of Randy and opened the door. “Can’t you guys give it a rest? This guy beat that guy’s face in, so it’s either I try and talk him the fuck down, or you guys end up with a bed frame tossed out the fucking wall, and I don’t think you’d like that very much, but I could be mistaken.”
The CO didn’t say anything in reply as he turned and walked off leaving them to relative peace once more. “Fuck.”
“Hey, man, don’t worry about him. I got your back. Always.”
A smile teased at Randy’s lips. He tried to fight it, but as the meaning of John’s words washed over him, he couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you. You know it’s the same for you, right?”
“It better be, asshole,” John said, punching Randy’s arm.
A second knock came on the door and when they looked over, they say both Ted and Cody standing there. John gestured for them to come in, and they both did.
“What did McManus want with you?”
“And what was the deal with that new guy on the stairs?”
“Would you believe that they tie into each other?” Randy asked. “He’s the ass wipe I beat up to land myself in here. Don’t ask me why they wanted him in here, but they went and stuck him in Em City… And I can’t touch him with threat of life in solitary. And John’s under watch, too…”
“Oh, shit,” Cody said.
“Yeah, so now he’s gonna be doing everything in his power to bring me to my breaking point. And Lord knows I have a short breaking point. But that’s enough about me, I see you two are pod mates now.”
“Surprised the shit outta me,” Cody admitted. “Not that I’m complaining about any of that, because I’ve wanted that for so long,” he said, obviously eyeing Teddy up and down. Ted blushed and grinned and Cody thought it was the cutest thing in the world, and to know that he was the one causing that reaction was amazing. “Yeah, can’t wait to get him alone in the pod late at night while the guards are off doing their rounds downstairs…”
“Ok, were you really a virgin when you came in here?” Randy asked Ted, his inborn sense of curiosity getting the better of him.
“Umm… Yeah…” he answered, staring at Cody, wondering what else he had told to them.
“Did you like it?”
“What?”
“The sex,” Randy said bluntly. “Did you like it?”
“Uhhh… Well… I mean…” Ted stumbled over the words, not sure of what he should say.
“That’d be a yes,” John said.
“Top or bottom?”
“What?!”
Randy snorted, “Do I really have to explain that one to ya? Well, ya see, when two men decide they want to get together-”
“Are ya’ll just tryin’ to make me embarrassed?”
Randy gasped and placed a hand over his heart. “Why, I would never do such a thing! Would I John? Would I, of all people, try to get someone all embarrassed?”
“Never. Nope, not you Randy.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you Cody?”
Cody clamped his hand over his mouth, as he had been laughing at the back and forth between his lover and Randy, and shook his head no. He managed to squeak, “No,” before another fit of giggles overcame him.
“This is what we need more of,” John said, smiling at the sight before him.
“Buttsex?” Randy asked.
“No, you jackass, just… Ya know… Laughter. It’s hard to come across in here. Oz seems to drain you of yourself. You become a number. You become a part of this place, and that’s a scary thing. This place chips away at you day by mother fuckin day, and I do all I can to keep myself, but, fuck, it’s hard.”
Randy frowned at this rare moment of confession from John. Not that he was never serious, but when it came to himself and his feelings, he kept those tucked away and it was harder to break into him than it was Fort Knox. “I know, man. But you’re doing a damn good job of it. You’ve been here for three years already, and I see you. I see you all the time.”
“You’re the only one that really does. I’ve never let anyone else in like this. And I doubt I ever will again.”
Ted and Cody were watching the sight in front of them, and both were amazed at the softness they spoke to each other with.
“DINNER!” a CO cried out, interrupting the moment. The four of them shuffled out of the pod and down towards the cafeteria.
They were in line for whatever it was getting served that night, and Cody looked over to the seats his father and brother normally occupied. He watched as they set their trays down across from one another and began digging in. “Teddy, you need to eat with me today.” Tonight was his turn with his family, and so far, he had always gone alone.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Randy butted in. “You’ve been friends with us for longer, yet we don’t get to dine with the family. Ok, the line has been drawn.”
“Fuck you, Randy,” Cody teased. “So, what to ya say, Teddy?”
Ted shrugged and said, “Sure.”
Cody beamed as they shuffled forward in line. When they had their full trays, the four parted ways and Ted and Cody made their way towards Dusty and Dustin. “Who would you rather sit next to? My dad or my brother?”
“Don’t you usually sit next to your dad?”
“Teddy, do you watch me when I sit with them?” Cody asked with a grin.
“No… I dunno what would give you that idea…”
“Liar. Go sit next to my brother.” They took their seats, and Dustin gave Cody a look when he noticed someone was sitting next to him. “Dad, Dustin, this is my new pod mate, Teddy DiBiase, Jr.”
“Hey,” they both said at the same time.
“Hi. Hope you don’t mind…”
“Not at all. The more the merrier is what they say, right?” Dusty concluded.
“Right.”
“How come you changed pod mates? You not getting along with your last one?” Dustin asked.
“McManus did it on his own. Which is funny, since Ted and I wanted to ask him to move us in together anyway.”
“So, you’re saying you didn’t get along with your last one?” Dustin asked once more.
“Umm, no, I just get along a lot… better… with Teddy,” he answered as a small blush crept up his face.
“Cody, what do you mean?” Dusty asked his youngest son.
Cody glanced to Ted, who had his head bowed over his tray, taking deep breaths, as he knew Cody was going to reveal to his family their relationship. “Umm, Dad… Teddy and I… Well… We’re…”
Dusty nodded his head, “I figured. Are you sure it’s smart to get involved like that?”
“Probably not, but you can’t help who you fall in love with, right?”
Ted looked up from his food and smiled at Cody. Dusty gave him an apprehensive look. “How’d you manage to get involved with him?”
“Uhh, I told him that he’d burn in hell for being gay, he punched me in the face, and then… Then after that we became friends. And things went from there.”
A ruckus had began happening a few tables down as Hunter kept throwing taunts at Randy. Fed up, Randy began shouting back while John tried to quiet him.
“Look at them, aren’t they precious? Don’t want your little fuck buddy there to be sent away? Is that why you’re trying so damn hard to keep him calm like a good little puppy?”
John, normally an even tempered one, was getting frustrated with the incessant teasing and taunting. And, in John’s mind, there was one thing you don’t fuck with, and that’s a person’s family. John had his family outside the prison, and he had his family inside the prison. Randy was part of that family. And there was only so far John would let this go before his need to protect and defend his family came out.
Randy looked up to John and said, “Can we just get the fuck out of here?”
“Yeah,” John said, standing up from his seat, his dinner mostly uneaten.
“What, you two leaving so you can have some privacy? Come on, Orton, be a man,” Hunter began again.
“Just ignore him,” John said, although he was already racking his brain, trying to think of just how he could get his revenge on him.
“Alright, I see how it is. You’re just a little pussy, then.”
Randy stopped walking and turned around. “Fuck you, Paul,” Randy spat. “If I’m a pussy, that means you got your ass beat by a pussy. How does that make you feel?”
Hunter stood up and leaned forward on the table as he shouted his response, “I didn’t get my ass beat. You got lucky. You’re nothing to me, Orton. You couldn’t finish me. You never could. And you still can’t. Now you can’t touch me.”
Without any further reply, John and Randy left the cafeteria. Randy’s hands were rubbing back and forth on his head. “What the fuck was McManus thinking?”
“He said he tried to fight it, but it was Glynn’s final say that got him here.”
“Well then what the fuck was Glynn thinking? Does he have it out for me? What the fuck did I ever do to him?”
“We could always go to McManus,” John suggested.
“Yeah, that’s the next best thing for Paul apart from getting me sent to death fucking row. No, he thinks I’m a pussy now, I’d never hear the end of it if I went and begged McManus to move him. Not. Gonna. Happen.”
When they walked through the gates of Em City they were greeted by the rare sight of an empty unit. “What brings you two back here so soon?” Murphy asked them when he saw the pair enter the room.
“My new favourite inmate,” Randy answered as he walked past him and into his pod.
“Oh, you mean Levesque.”
“That’d be the one,” John said, speaking for Randy. “I can’t see anything about this situation working out well…” John shook his head as he watched Randy kicking various things in their pod. When he saw Randy banging his head against the wall, he said, “Ok, Murph, I gotta go before he puts his foot through that glass.”
“Yup.”
John opened the door to the pod and found his deodorant, toothpaste and toothbrush scattered on the floor from where Randy obviously swiped his arm across the shelf right under the mirror. Randy’s own deodorant was in his hand, ready to be flung across the room. “Randy, you gotta stop. Please, man, calm down. I don’t want you to get yourself hurt in all this, and I don’t want you in solitary. Fuck, Randy, you’re the only person I have in here.”
“That’s bullshit. You have Chucky and the rest of the Italians around you all the time. Fuck, you’ve even got Ted and Cody. I’m the one that already doesn’t have anyone. What the fuck would it matter if I got myself sent to solitary?” Frustrated, Randy sat on his bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
John sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around the younger man, the man who had become his life, his only light in the darkness of Oz. “I know you’re pissed off, Randy. But you cannot let this dude get to you. You got that? I need you here in Em City. How about this… Tonight you take out all those frustrations on me.”
Randy lifted his head and stared John in the eyes. “You mean…”
“Yeah… Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Let it all out. Fuck me through the wall if you have to. Break the goddamn bed frame. Don’t hold anything back tonight.”
Randy’s lips turned up slightly at that. “Great, get me riled up now with lights out hours away.”
“It’ll give us something to look forward to… Think of the sexual tension.”
That’s how it went with them, when they had no one else to take out their frustrations and aggression on, they took it out on each other. They knew each other, they understood each other, they knew this was how it had to be. And it was through sex that they were able to do this. That was their life.
“COUNT!” a guard shouted after everyone else had returned from dinner. John and Randy exited their pod for a few minutes until they were counted by a CO. Once everyone was accounted for, the guard yelled, “LOCKDOWN!” and they were now in their pods for the night.
“You know what I’m gonna do tonight?” Cody asked Ted.
Ted set down the book he picked out in the library and asked, “No, what?”
“Tonight I’m gonna climb down from my bed and crawl into yours, kissing your face and touching you all over. I’ll pull your boxers down to reveal your rock hard cock and, unable to resist, I’ll bend down and kiss it. You’ve never had anyone’s mouth on you down there, have you, Teddy?”
Teddy was getting unbelievable turned on at what Cody was telling him. At Cody’s question he shook his head and answered, “No.”
“Good. I’ll suck every inch of your dick tonight. Teddy, it’s gonna feel so good. And then I’m gonna make love to you. I’m not gonna lie to you,” he said as he jumped down from the bed, “it’ll hurt at first, but then, then I’ll show you just how wonderful it can be. I’m gonna take such good care of you. How do you like the sound of that?”
Ted was stunned. Yeah, his father loved him and he loved his father, but his father put his business before everything, that’s how it became such a success. His mother loved him and he loved his mother, but she had three kids to look after and she couldn’t always give each of them the care they wanted or needed. And while he loved his brothers, they were his brothers. What Cody was telling him was something so new, and he wanted it so badly. “I love the sound of that,” he told Cody, who beamed at him in response.
“Good,” Cody said. He then sighed. “I wish we could do this whenever we wanted. I would love to get into bed with you and hold you and kiss you and make love to you right now, but I can’t. I just want to be with you, but that’s impossible.”
“I do, too, Cody. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I do, too. But… I’m scared… Scared that these feelings came on so quick and so strong.”
“I know how you feel, Teddy. I mean, I’m only 18, I’ve never felt anything like this before.” He was amazed at the ease at which he could speak to Ted in the privacy of their own pod. “When I saw you sitting at that table the first day, I thought you were the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Of course, that might have had something to do with Randy shooting me down after I hit on him in the shower… But I like to think it’s because you really are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you. Of course, at first I only wanted to have sex with you… Then I found that I wanted so much more. Teddy, do you know how shocked I was when I realized that it wasn’t just sex?”
“Probably how I felt yesterday after the Father told me that it was ok for me to love another man.”
“Probably, yeah… Do you know how much I want you right now?”
“Yeah,” Ted answered with a glint in his eye. He had already had sex with Cody, had already declared his love for the teenager; there was no going back now.
For hours, they sat in their pods, talking back and forth, sometimes about sex, sometimes about family, sometimes about themselves. They would soon come to learn everything about their pod mate, and that was an unavoidable truth.
“LIGHTS OUT!” one of the COs yelled and they flipped the switch, plunging Oz into darkness. Cody climbed up into his bunk and waited for the first guard of the night to walk past them.
“Hey, Teddy, how much time do we have before the hacks come back upstairs?”
“Umm, I think about twenty minutes.”
“I guess we can make do…”
A flashlight shone into their pod as both men lay still in their beds. It was gone a few seconds later and Cody had to take advantage of all the time they were gifted.
John and Randy were both in their pods and knew just how long they had until a CO showed up. John was standing on the floor next to Randy, giving himself over to the younger man as Randy grabbed John’s shoulders and crushed their mouths together. His hands clawed at John’s back, and their teeth clashed together in Randy’s need.
Cody climbed into Ted’s bed and began stroking his hand up and down Ted’s arms and he brought his head forward letting their lips touch. His tongue traced across Ted’s bottom lip, waiting for them to part. When they did, his tongue slipped inside Ted’s mouth where he caressed each surface.
Randy pulled John into the bed with him, throwing him down so John’s stomach was flat on the mattress. “Get on your knees,” Randy ordered, and John did as he was told. Randy eyed the boxer clad ass before him and he couldn’t help himself, he bent forward and bit John’s ass through the fabric. Not expecting that move, John had to lift his hand and bite down on himself to stop from crying out.
Pulling the boxers over Ted’s hips, Cody revealed Ted’s aching dick, begging for Cody’s attention. Cody glanced up and took in the full picture of the man before him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, though the words filled the pod and were sweet music to Ted’s ears. No one had ever called him beautiful before. Cody then smiled and did as he said he would earlier; he bent forward and placed a light kiss right on the tip of Ted’s cock.
Cody slipped the rest of Ted’s dick into his mouth, going down to the base, letting the light blonde hair there tickle his nose. Ted’s cock brushed against the back of his throat, and he could hear Ted’s moans of pleasure as he drew himself up, sucking as he went. Ted’s hands were wrapped in his hair, and he smiled as that gripped tightened. He hummed around the dick in his mouth, and he could feel the shiver that ran up Ted’s spine. Cody’s hands were splayed over Ted’s hips, but he slid one of them down to Ted’s balls. He rolled them in his hand as his head continued to bob.
The boxers were off of both John and Randy in a flash as their need for each other grew. Randy, though he had calmed down slightly from earlier events, was still worked up, and he knew that Hunter would never quit until Randy was out of sight. That mere thought brought back all of Randy’s previous frustrations. He took his rock hard cock and spread what precum had been leaking out over it. “Gonna fuck you so hard,” he declared. He then lined himself up with John’s hole, and in one thrust, he was buried inside. John was biting hard on his hand. He thought he tasted blood, but he didn’t care; this was for Randy.
When Cody pulled off, he heard a groan from Teddy, obviously at the loss of contact. “Trust me, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Cody drawled out, his voice dripping with a sexual desire. He climbed out of his own boxers and tossed them on the floor. “Alright,” he whispered, “I’m gonna put your leg over my shoulder.” He picked up Ted’s leg and draped it over his shoulder. He then wrapped his arm around the leg and slipped two of his fingers into his mouth. He pulled them out and pushed them back in, and Ted watched on as Cody did things to his own fingers that shouldn’t be turning him on as much as they were. He thought back to the week before and how Cody had taken his fingers into his mouth, and he remembered how good it felt to have Cody’s tongue swirl around them.
He then tensed when realization hit him that those fingers were going to be going inside of him. “Just relax,” Cody assured him as he removed the fingers from his mouth. He leaned forward and held one finger against Ted’s entrance. He began to push inside, ever so slowly. “Relax,” Cody said once more, because he could fell the tension and apprehension in Ted’s body. Ted took a breath and let his body relax, and Cody pushed the finger in deeper. When it was finally all the way in, he pulled back and pushed it in once more. He kept going until he knew Ted was ready for more. He was going to be as gentle as he could; this was for Teddy.
Randy slammed his hips, his entire body behind the action. John jerked forward, his head bouncing against the wall. Still, when Randy thrust in again, John pushed back, meeting Randy midway. John’s head was bent forward in the pillows, as he wanted to muffle his cries of pained pleasure from Randy’s movements. The sick sounds of Randy’s balls slapping against John’s ass were echoing off the walls of the pod, but both men were loving every second of it. They always loved every second they had with each other, even when they were fighting, even when they were stuck in the pod for hours and were sick of one another’s company, they still embraced all the time they had together. Because each man knew it was the other one that kept them sane in this place. “Harder,” John moaned out, and Randy obliged, pummeling into John’s ass with a new ferocity. John’s head hit the wall again with a thud, but he kept pushing back to meet with Randy’s thrusts.
Randy bent further forward and clamed his teeth down on John’s shoulder. His hands were gripping onto John’s hips so hard, he was sure there would be bruises there. Not that this would be the first time they had left bruises and marks on one another. Randy let one hand slide up to John’s other shoulder, and he then raked his nails down his back, now slick with sweat. John raised his head out of the pillow and turned his head to the side, and Randy moved his head down further, allowing their mouths to come together once more in another fierce kiss. Randy’s hips were working at a fevered pace, and he knew his climax was approaching. Randy broke off the kiss, and said, “Fuck, so close.”
John tightened his ass around Randy’s dick, drawing that ever approaching orgasm even closer. “Fuck me, Randy.”
Randy’s thrusting was invigorated at John’s words. He pounded into the tight, willing ass until he had to succumb to the orgasm that ripped through his body. He jerked forward, his cock buried deep, as he shot his cum into John.
Feeling Randy’s hot cum inside of him, feeling Randy’s cock twitching inside his ass, John became to come, as well. His ass continued to clench around Randy’s dick, milking out everything he was worth.
Cody had two fingers inside of Ted’s ass, and he twisted them around, moved them in and out, scissored them, trying to prepare Ted for what was to come. “Do you think you’re ready for a third?” Cody asked him, whispering right into his ear.
Ted nodded. The stretching was already slightly painful, but he wanted this. He wanted it for Cody. He hissed as he felt Cody slip a third finger inside of him, stretching him out further than he ever thought he could go. But he couldn’t deny the care that Cody was giving him. Cody kissed his face whenever he gave a slight grimace of pain, and would whisper things to him, calming him.
“I want you,” Ted stated. “Please, Cody, can you do it now?” he asked.
“Are you sure, Teddy? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes,” Ted said. “Please, Cody. I need this.”
Cody grinned and removed the fingers that were inside Ted’s ass. He looked to his cock, leaking with precum, then spit into his hand. Though his dick was pretty slick, he wanted this to feel good for Ted. He spread the liquids over himself, coating each and every inch before lining himself up with Ted’s prepared hole. “You’re sure you’re ready?” Cody asked, looking right into Ted’s eyes.
“Yes. I’m ready for you.”
Cody worked the head of his dick inside, breeching the virgin hole, and causing a whimper from Ted at the pain. He bent forward and captured Ted’s mouth in a passionate kiss as he moved in further. Their tongues brushed over one another’s, eliciting small moans that got lost in each other’s mouths. Cody continued to inch forward, never once breaking the kiss until he was all the way inside. Once he was in, he pulled out of the kiss and looked down at Ted, whose eyes were still screwed shut. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It still hurts,” Ted told him.
“Focus on me,” Cody said. “Don’t focus on the pain, just focus on my dick inside you. Trust me, you’ll feel better.” He drew his hips back, still moving slowly. When he pushed back inside, he got a moan from Ted. That was a good sign. Cody then changed his angle, knowing that when he pushed forward, he would brush against that sweet spot. The reaction he got from Ted was better than he could have imagined.
Ted’s eyes opened wide as this spot inside him was hit by Cody’s dick. His own cock twitched as the pleasure shot all throughout his body. “Oh, God,” he moaned out, at that moment not caring about taking the Lord’s name in vain, because at that moment, he felt like Cody was God, because Cody was making him feel so good and was caring for him so deeply.
“I knew you’d like that,” Cody said with a smirk.
“Can you do it again?” Ted asked him.
“Sure,” Cody answered, brushing up against his prostate with each thrust of his hips. “Like that?”
“God, yes,” Ted said. He took his hands and wrapped them in Cody’s hair and he then drew Cody down into a kiss, one that he initiated for the first time. He let his tongue run along Cody’s lips, just as Cody had done to him earlier.
Cody continued with his thrusts, wanting to give Ted as much pleasure as he possibly could. It felt wonderful being inside of Ted, knowing that Ted loved him and was willing to give himself over to him so openly. That thought went straight to his heart, which led to a familiar tightening in his lower abdomen. His climax was drawing near, and he was soon spilling his seed into Ted’s tight hole.
When he was spent, he saw that Ted had yet to come. He pulled his spent dick out and he smirked at Ted before he shimmied down and once again placed a kiss on the tip of Ted’s leaking cock. That one small action was all it took before Ted, too, was shooting his cum onto Cody’s face and his own stomach.
He saw Cody’s face dripping with his cum, and he had to pull him in close. Hesitantly, he snaked out his tongue and licked up Cody’s cheek. “Oh, fuck, Teddy,” Cody said as his eyes fell shut. Ted did it again, and Cody moaned and cried out his name as Ted licked Cody’s face clean.
They could hear footsteps falling on the stairs and knew that their time together was nearly up. With a final kiss, Cody climbed back into his bunk, still naked and the scent of Ted on him. With that thought, he let himself fall into a blissful sleep.
When Randy pulled out, he couldn’t help but reach a hand out to John’s head, running over the spot that hit the wall on several occasions. “I’m sorry about that,” Randy said. It was always how it went. After everything, they always had a moment of understanding.
“Don’t worry, I’m a big boy, I can handle it. You’ve had your fair share of bumps, remember?”
“How could I forget? Shit,” Randy said when he saw a flashlight a couple of pods down. He and John hopped out of the bed and Randy headed to the toilet while John climbed up into his own bunk, and the guard walked past their pod, seeing Randy taking a piss. Once the guard walked away, Randy turned back around to John and smiled. “Thanks,” he said softly.
“Not a problem,” John returned.
The next few days went by, the taunts continuing from Hunter non stop. And the lack of response from Randy was really getting to him. Randy has a short fuse, how had it not gone off? How come Randy wasn’t sitting in solitary yet? It was time he took matters into his own hands.
John and Randy were in the gym wrestling, one of the favourite past times of the inmates. They had a mat set up, but the bumps were still hard hitting, and both men could feel it in throughout their bodies. They were about to call it quits for the day and go hang out in the library just to be surrounded by silence. But their plans were ruined when a voice called out, bouncing off the gym walls, “Hey, Orton, fancy seeing you here.”
John and Randy broke their hold and both men turned to face the intruder. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Nothing,” he answered, taking a step closer to the men on the mat.
Randy closed the distance even more, focused on the other man’s eyes. “Bullshit,” Randy stated.
“Think what you will,” Hunter replied.
While Randy’s intense stare was set on Hunter’s eyes, John was focused on the whole of Hunter. That’s how John was able to see the flash of steel before Randy did. Hunter whipped out a shank, the sharp metal blade on a course direct to Randy’s throat. John, only a few steps behind Randy, was able to run over and push Randy out of the way of the deadly shank.
“Fuck!” Hunter cried out when he missed his target, getting John instead. Oh, well, he was a suitable substitute. He was Randy’s lifeline in here, anyway. Without John, Randy was a nobody. A sick smile crawled over his face when he realized that even though he hadn’t gotten Randy, he had just taken something greater away from him. He began laughing at the sight in front of him, as the alarms went off and the SORT team stormed in and dragged him off.
Randy’s head knocked against the floor when John pushed him out of the way, and he opened his eyes to find John’s blank eyes looking at him, and when Randy saw the blood soaking into the mat, he knew something had gone wrong. He crawled over and saw that Hunter’s blade, intended for him, had cut John. John had pushed him out of the way, had saved his life, and possibly ended his own. “John!” he cried out. He didn’t know what to do. He felt utterly helpless as he watched the blood flow out of the cut on John’s neck.
Several members of the SORT team dove in and pushed Randy off of the prone body lying on the floor. “FUCKING HELP HIM!” Randy shouted. “PLEASE, GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL!” The shouts were heavy with fear and he fought to keep tears from falling as the hope drained out of his body like the blood from John.
The SORT team had John on a gurney in a rush to the hospital wing as John held on in a fight for his life. Dr. Gloria Nathan was on him as soon as she heard about the gym, and she was amazed at just how close Hunter had come to hitting the major arteries. She worked to clean the fresh wound and stop the blood flow. “He’s lost a lot of blood, but he can still make it.” She switched from doctor mode to compassion mode when she pat John on the arm and said to him, “You can make it. You’re a fighter, John, just hold on.”
McManus had a shaken Randy in his office, trying to calm him down enough to tell him exactly what happened in the gym. “What the fuck do you mean what happened?! Hunter fucking happened! He wanted to kill me! And he fucking should have!” Randy paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair, trying to block the image of John staring at him, the life draining from his body. “He’s fucking dead because of me.”
“Ok, I got that part, Randy. But what happened?”
“He pulled a fucking knife on me! I didn’t see it… Fuck, I didn’t see it. But John… Fucking bastard. John… FUCK!” Randy shouted, unable to continue the story as his emotions took over once more.
Tim sighed, knowing that trying to get anything else from Randy was hopeless at the moment. “Alright, you can go now, Randy. Why don’t you go see Pete?”
Randy nodded and pulled the door open, needing to get out of there. He raced down the stairs and he felt the eyes of the other men on him, stuck in their pods due to the lockdown, and he knew the sort of things that people were whispering about, “You hear? John got shanked,” and “John got his throat slit,” and “Pussy bitch Orton can’t even fight his own battles.” He rushed out of Emerald City as fast as he could, things getting to be too much for him. When he reached Pete’s office, he barged in without so much as a knock.
Sister Pete stood up and closed the door behind him. “Let it all out, Randy,” she said to him.
“I’m so fucking scared, Pete. I don’t know what’s happening to John. He could be dead right now for all I know. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if he dies. I should be the one being rolled out of here in a body bag, not John. Please, God, not John.” He dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together as he began begging to God, “God, please, I couldn’t live without him. Not in here I can’t. He’s all I fucking have now. It should have been me. Fuck, it should have been me. If he dies, I couldn’t go on. Why didn’t you take ME?!” he cried out.
The sight of this young man down on his knees in her office tore at Pete’s heart. The raw emotion with which Randy was saying these things to God were so heartfelt, and she knew that he and John obviously had something beyond friendship, beyond sex. “Randy, I’m so sorry about what happened,” she told him. It was all she could say at that moment. When she heard about the incident, she had no idea that the feelings between the two men were so strong, and now that she saw just how close they were, her heart broke even further.
“Sorry?” Randy growled. “Will sorry change anything?” he asked, standing up, his eyes darkening. “Sorry can’t take me back in time to stop Paul from hurting John. Sorry can’t bring John back to me.”
“Randy, you don’t know if John is dead. He’s in the hospital right now, and I know Gloria is doing everything she can to save him.”
“But what if it’s not enough?! What if she can’t save him? What will I do then? Because I couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing that he… that he sacrificed himself for me.” His emotions were running wild, going from anger to terror to sheer sorrow in seconds flat. “All I can see when I close my eyes is him. Him lying on a wrestling mat soaked in his own blood. His eyes… Pete, his eyes were so empty. His eyes are never empty. Fuck. I wrapped myself around him for a few seconds before they pushed me off of him. I screamed for them to get him help. But… I don’t know if there’s anything they can do. What if it was too late?”
“Just keep telling me about your feelings. I won’t repeat any of this to anyone, I swear, Randy.”
At the promise of silence on her end, Randy began talking. “He’s the one that I turn to. Ever since I got here, he’s been the one that I go to if I need something, he’s the one person I know I can trust in here with my fucking life, and today just proved that. Fucking hell! Why did he have to do that? Why did have to do this to me? Save my life only to destroy it… When I’m with him, I feel things I’ve never felt before.”
“Do you love him?” Sister Pete asked him.
Randy was unable to form an answer, instead he sat himself down in the chair in front of her desk and placed his head in his hands as he nodded his head and finally let the tears fall freely.
The days blurred together for Randy. No one had given him any word on John, which he assumed meant he was still alive, but was he just hanging on with life support the only thing keeping him alive? Was he making a miraculous recovery? The not knowing was the worst.
“Randy, have you heard anything about John?” Cody asked him.
Randy said nothing to him in reply. He sighed and stood up, pacing around the pod. Hunter was in the hole right now, and would be making the move to solitary as he was sentenced with attempted murder and assault with a deadly weapon. He hadn’t really made an attempt to clean himself up since that day. He kept to himself, sitting in his pod as opposed to out at the checker tables he normally frequented.
“Oh, are you finally getting up?” Ted asked him.
Every day since the attack in the gym, Ted and Cody were around Randy as they watched this normally stoic man break down before their eyes.
Randy took a deep breath and said, “Yeah.”
“Good,” Cody started, “because you fucking need a shower.”
Randy grinned. It was a small grin, but it was the first time in days he had done anything. He quirked an eyebrow at Ted and Cody, who got the hint and left Randy to himself. Randy stripped down and wrapped a towel around his hips as he left the room and headed towards the shower.
He tossed his towel on the barrier and turned the water on hot, washing away all the grime of the past few days. He still had blood on his arms from when he was wrapped around John and he watched as the dried blood flaked off and washed down the drain. He ran the soap over his arms and his face, down his legs, over his stomach and his dick. As the water coursed over him, he replayed the events in the gym. It all happened so fast. All he remembered was getting pushed out of the way and then opening his eyes to see John lying in front of him. He shook his head, trying to force those images out of his mind. After several minutes in the shower, he shut the water off and wrapped the towel around his wet hips.
Once he was back in front of his pod, he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked in there to see John sitting down on Randy’s bed, a beaming smile on his face. Randy entered the pod and John stood to meet him. “Holy shit,” Randy breathed out when he spotted the glaring white bandage on John’s neck.
“Happy to see you, too,” John said with a smile.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you. John, I thought you were dead,” Randy told him as relief overtook him.
“Dr. Nathan’s an amazing woman.”
“That she is…” Randy lifted a hand to the bandage and traced his fingers around the edges.
John tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck better for Randy. “Take it off,” John told him.
Randy’s eyes flashed to John’s and then back to the bandage. He slowly pulled back an edge revealing a glaring scar marring the once perfect skin. His fingers moved towards the scar, but he drew them back.
“It’s ok,” John assured him. “You can touch it.”
And so he did. His fingers circled around the outside of the scar before they traced so gently down the mark. John’s breath caught at the first touch against the raised skin. Randy then grabbed John’s hands and pushed him back, pinning his arms against the top bunk. He leaned down and blew a light breath down the length of the scar before his tongue darted out to lick along the path his fingers had made earlier.
John moaned at the feeling of Randy’s tongue against the sensitive flesh and he didn’t care who was watching Randy kiss and lick his neck. “I love you,” he admitted for the first time.
Randy paused and lifted his head and looked John dead in the eye when he replied, “I love you, too. I love you so fucking much. I’ve never loved anyone in my life as much as I love you.” He bent forward and placed small kisses on John’s face as he finally told John his true feelings.
“I’ve never told anyone that before,” John said to him. “I love you,” he said once more before he grabbed the sides of Randy’s face and drawing Randy’s mouth to his. All the feelings they had for each other came out in that one kiss, as tongue met tongue and teeth clash against teeth.
When the need for air became too great, they pulled back, and Randy then breathed out, “I was so fucking scared. I thought I lost you, John. I thought you died, I thought you died because of me.”
John smirked. “I’m not gonna give up that easily.”
Randy smiled back at him and his fingers once again went to the scar. “Now you have this because of me, you jackass.”
“I’m never gonna need a ring now. Because this? This lasts longer than some piece of gold that you can take off whenever you want. This is on me, this is in me. This is part of me now, Randy. This is for you.”
“Fucking hell…” Randy whispered. “John… I…”
“Don’t. Don’t say anything.” Once again, John pulled Randy’s head down into a passionate kiss, and they stayed in their pod the rest of the day, each with a new sense of belonging and life coursing through their bodies.
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