Cody birthday fic!
Holy crap monkeys, I actually managed to get this done! Just under the 5000 word mark, so not too shabby for having ohhhh, no free time. Anyway, this all stemmed from something in the WWE magazine and a challenge I posted on codiasi. I hope you enjoy. There's a lot of John and Randy mixed in, and I think there's quite a bit of funny all up in herrrrr, so, yeah... Read on.
ALSO, I inadvertently happend to make, erm, another important day in their lives Cody's bday... Heh. That's what I get for not looking at a calendar, or, ya know, Cody's wiki page last year. :P Anyway, enough of my rambling, to the fic...
It was Monday night, and after the Raw show, the guys were out of the arena by 9pm. They could start the night young.
“All right, Code, we’re going out to celebrate,” Randy said, slapping him on his back as the two pairs, John and Randy, Ted and Cody, made their ways to their rental cars.
“What exactly are we celebrating?” Cody asked.
“Now, I know you did not forget your birthday,” Randy answered, placing his things in the back seat of his and John’s car.
“Of course not. Shit. I’m not like you, who, I’m sure, will conveniently try to forget the fact that you’re turning the big three-o next year,” Cody replied, holding up corresponding fingers. Randy replied with only one.
“You’re lucky I like you,” Randy muttered.
“Hey, incase you all forgot, I am over thirty, and I’m doing just fine,” John chimed in.
“No one was talking to you. Now, let’s drop all this talk about me-”
“Shit,” John cut him off, “did I hear that right? You want people to stop talking about you? Hold on just one gosh-darn minute! Am I in the fucking Twilight Zone? Aren’t you Mr. there’s no such thing as bad publicity? Ted, Cody, is this still your ‘fearless leader’ standing before me?” John reached out and grabbed Randy’s left hand and held it close to his face, examining the ring on his finger. “This looks like the ring that Randy wears, shit this even looks like Randy, but are you really the guy that I’ve been fucking for the past seven years?”
“Fuck off,” Randy said, pulling his hand out of John’s grasp. He had been biting his tongue that entire time, really, really trying not to say anything. “I hate you all.”
“Oh, quit being such a bitch. We’re wasting precious minutes that could be spent getting drunk. Isn’t that right, guys?”
Ted and Cody nodded, both with grins on their faces. No one knew how to work Randy up quite like John. Sure, Randy got riled pretty easily, but there was no one that could push those buttons like John.
“Fine,” Randy grumbled. “Let’s just go and pour liquor down Cody’s throat.”
“Sounds like a plan to me! And I’m buying,” John added.
“Oh, thanks, now you’re giving me an even bigger excuse to get wasted,” Cody said.
“The drunker you are, the easier you are,” Ted whispered into Cody’s ear, earning him an elbow in the stomach.
“Do you mean the more drunker I am the more easier I am?” Cody teased.
“Fuck you! I thought we had dropped that, you shit. It’s not like I meant to say that…”
“I never agreed to drop anything.”
“It’s ok, Ted, sometimes I wonder if John’s mastered the English language yet.”
“I got the basics down.”
The four of them were standing in between the two cars, talking about Ted’s fumble on commentary a few weeks back, that they were never going to let him live down. Ted was blushing and growing more annoyed by the second. “Hey, time is booze here, isn’t it? One minute standing here is one minute not getting Cody drunk, am I right? So, how about we get to that bar?”
“If you insist,” Randy answered. He dangled the key before John’s face, who snatched it up. Randy then walked around the front of the car, but hollered over to the rest of them, “Hey, we gotta stop at the hotel first and take one car over. And we should decide which of us will be the designated driver…” He arched his eyebrow and drawled, “Tedddddy?”
“Why the fuck does it have to be me?”
“Because it sure as hell isn’t gonna be Cody, John or me,” Randy answered.
“Yeah, because that answer just explains everything.”
“We could just pull a name out of a hat,” Cody suggested, looking over at John who still had his new John Deere style ball cap on.
Ted nodded his head in agreement. “That’s the fair way to do it.”
“Got paper and a pen?”
John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a receipt from a Mobile gas station. “You can use that,” he said as he handed it over.
“How old is that?” Randy looked at the paper in Cody’s hand and saw where it was from, and figured that the paper was at least a week old. “Shit, John, don’t you wash your pants?”
“The ones I wrestle in… Shit, it’s not like I’ve worn them that much. I do have a couple pairs of pants.”
“Guys! Are we going or not? Here, I’ll settle it for you, ok? Eenie-meenie-minie Ted, you’re it. Sorry, bud, but if we don’t want to hear bitching tonight, then…”
Ted shrugged, knowing Cody was right. John was drawn to the bar like it was his life’s calling, and Randy was… Randy. “Ok, ok, I’ll do it.”
Before too long they were at the bar, with John buying the first round for all of them, including Ted, since they were planning on stating around for a while, much longer than was needed for any alcohol to leave his system. And things only got worse from there. John would buy Cody another drink the instant he let an empty glass hit the bar.
“Let’s dance,” Cody slurred to Ted.
Ted raised an amused eyebrow and replied, “You want to dance?” Ht then turned to John and asked him, “How much alcohol have you given him?”
“Lots,” John answered as he ground his crotch against Randy’s. He leaned in close to Randy’s ear and said, “I think Cody has a great idea. Come on, let’s dance.”
Never one to resist anything whilst drunk, Randy allowed himself to be pulled out onto the floor.
“Please, Teddy?”
“You know you didn’t want to dance at their wedding, but now, in a crowded bar, you actually want to?”
“Don’t you want to dance with me?” Cody pouted and let his lower lip quiver.
“Ok, ok, we’ll dance,” Ted answered with a grin.
Cody’s face instantly lit up and a smile grew. A real, tooth bearing smile that Ted loved so much. He moved his face in closer to Ted’s ear and whispered, “Thank you.”
Grabbing Ted’s wrist, Cody began walking them out to the dance floor. Cody closed his eyes briefly and let the music wash over him before beginning to dance.
Ted was slightly surprised at the fact that Cody actually had a pretty decent sense of rhythm. Even while drunk. He kept in time with the beat of whatever song was playing at the time, changing his movements slightly whenever a new song began. His hips were constantly attached to Ted’s, and a majority of the time, his hands were slipped inside Ted’s back pockets.
Cody managed a peek over to John and Randy and noticed how the two of them were completely off beat the entire time, yet they still danced like the owned the place.
A couple hours passed, and each man was having a great time. Ted was enjoying the face that he actually had Cody on the dance floor, able to touch him in public and have no one question their motives. The only time they ever actually left the floor was when they wanted another drink, or John actually dragged them over to the bar.
Ted and Cody were currently sitting at the bar, Cody nursing a beer, Ted eyeing Cody the entire time, paying particularly close attention to the bobbing adam’s apple with each swallow.
John looked down to his watch and noticed the time. 11:59. Perfect. Especially since he had finished the drink in his hand. “Randy,” John shouted into his ear so he could be heard over the pulsing music and loud crowd, “can you go to the bar and get me another drink?”
“Why can’t you go yourself?”
John looked around and smiled at the wave of people around him, basking in the masses. If there was anything John liked it was being surrounded by people, with him as the focus. “I like it out here too much.”
“Fine, but don’t start bitching if I come back with a Cosmo.”
“Alcohol is alcohol.”
John watched as Randy retreated to the bar and grinned. He made his way out of the crowd and to an empty table, which he then climbed up on top of. If that hadn’t caused some heads to turn, his shouting, “Can I have everyone’s attention!” certainly did.
The three guys at the bar turned to face John at the sound of his voice, Randy with a Cosmo in his hand. Cody’s mouth gaped open and a blush began to crawl up his face. Randy shook his head, not sure whether to be amused or embarrassed, especially since he knew this was the sort of thing John would do drunk or stone cold sober. Ted silently prayed they would all forget about his birthday in a few months.
The bar grew silent as they all turned to look at John Cena standing on top of a table, as only the sound of the music was left. “Standing at the bar you can see my good friend, Cody Rhodes. And today just happens to be his birthday. So, I think we should all do our part in wishing him a very happy twenty-fourth birthday.”
Cody’s blush was growing a deeper shade of red with each passing second.
And then John did the unthinkable. He started singing.
“Happy birthday to you,” he began singing drunkenly off key, and most of the other bar patrons joined in. Including Randy and Teddy. “Happy birthday to you.”
Cody glared at the two men who had been his best friends since childhood, and mouthed to Teddy, “What the fuck are you doing?”
John finished up leading the crowded bar in song, “Happy birthday dear Codyyyyyy, happy birthday to youuuuu!”
“You suck. Both of you.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Randy responded with a smirk. He looked over in time to see John jump down from the table and stumble back to the bar. “John, you managed to turn Cody a shade of red I’ve yet to see on any living creature. Job well done.”
“I hate all three of you,” Cody said, although it was getting hard to fight the smile from forming as he looked on at John, Randy and Teddy.
“We know you love the attention,” Ted told him.
“Ok, you got me. So, when are you giving me my birthday present?” he asked, bringing his face in inches from Teddy’s.
“Who said I was getting you anything?” he answered, letting his own face move in closer to Cody’s.
Cody wrapped his arms around Ted’s waist as Ted brought his own arms to sling over Cody’s shoulders. “You’ve been getting me presents since I was in diapers, and now that we’re fucking, doesn’t that make you obligated…” He paused and then smiled when he realized he didn’t stumble over his choice of a four syllable word. “Anyway, you’re my boyfriend now,” he said, poking Ted in the chest, “so you have to get me a present.”
“Are you sure you want it now? We could always stay here a little longer.”
“Why, do you want me even more drunker than I am right now?”
“You’re such a bastard.”
Cody looked to his side to see an amused John and Randy looking back at them. “I learn from the best.”
“All right, if you’re sure you want your present now, we can head back. John, Randy, you good with that? Or did you just want to take a cab back?”
“We can go,” John answered. “I thoroughly embarrassed Cody. My work here is done.”
“Fucker.”
“You loved it.”
“No, you loved it.”
“This is true, I give you that one. But isn’t it something else to have an entire bar full of drunks singing a rousing round of Happy Birthday right to you?”
“That it is...”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have forgotten about it by tomorrow morning… Or, umm, later today I guess. By the time you wake up, everything that just happened will be a blur, anyway.”
“Ok, let’s go,” Ted butted in. “Once we get back to the hotel, can you two just sit with him, or something? I have to make sure I have Cody’s gift all wrapped.”
“Sure. You don’t mind hanging around with us for a few minutes, do ya?” Randy asked, and Cody nodded his head no.
The four got into the car, John and Randy in the back, where they were all over each other. But, really, what was new there? Cody scooted over to the middle seat of the front bench seat and nuzzled into Ted. “So, what did you get me?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Please?” Cody asked, placing a kiss on Ted’s cheek.
“Nope.”
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I want you to be surprised.”
“Is it a video game?”
“We’re not playing this game.”
“So it IS a video game!”
“No, it’s not a video game.”
“But that’s what you’d tell me if it WAS a video game! Oh, what one is it?”
“Cody, he didn’t get you a fucking video game,” Randy interjected from the back as John’s tongue swirled around in his bellybutton.
“You’ve even got Randy telling me it’s not a video game. That means it’s totally a video game! Unless it’s a comic book.”
Ted rolled his eyes and ignored any further comments Cody made in regards to his birthday present.
“Oh, you’re not answering me, that means it IS a comic book! Ok, what one is it? Did you get me one of the old X-Men ones that’s been missing from my collection?”
“Can you just shut the fuck up?” Randy asked. “You’re really distracting… Not to mention annoying.”
“Are you actually still paying attention to me? Isn’t John sucking you off back there? Why the hell haven’t you zoned me out?”
It wasn’t too much longer until they arrived at their hotel. Randy zipped himself up, still rock hard, but they had to go inside to stick around with Cody while Ted made sure he had the present ready.
There weren’t any other people in the lobby apart from the one person up at the desk, so John and Randy didn’t really care that they were all over each other in there, as well. Cody was pacing back and forth, really curious as to what Ted got for him. Sure everyone said it was better to give than to receive, Cody liked it either way, but there were times when it was just nice to get something from someone. He still wasn’t too sure what he would be getting Ted, but he’d have to think of something after tonight. ‘I can get him the Marine 2 on DVD,’ he thought to himself with a smirk.
Cody felt the phone vibrating in his pocket, and he pulled it out, and saw Ted’s message on the screen, “ok.”
“You guys can stop babysitting me now,” he said to the couple sitting together on the couch, practically in each others laps.
The pair reluctantly stood up and all of them headed towards the elevator. Cody hit the up button and when the doors rang and opened up for them, they stepped inside. Cody pushed the button for floor 4, where both couples were lodged.
Opening once more, the three stepped out of the doors and turned in the same direction. Cody stopped off at his room first.
“Happy birthday,” John shouted towards Cody as Randy dragged him off to their room.
“Yeah, happy birthday,” Randy said, not even bothering to turn around and look at the birthday boy himself.
“Thanks!”
He grinned as he watched John and Randy enter their room as he dug into his pocket to find his key card. He slid it into the slot and heard the click of the door unlocking, accompanied by a blinking green light. He opened the door and found Ted standing by the edge of the bed. There were two slim wrapped packages on the bed, a smaller one on top of the bigger one.
“Happy birthday, Cody,” Ted said. He smiled as Cody came in closer, pulling him into a hug and a kiss before anything was even opened.
“Thank you, Teddy. You didn’t have to.”
“Bullshit. ‘So, what did you get me’ suddenly turns into ‘oh, Ted, you shouldn’t have bothered’?” he teased.
“Ok, so, yeah, I like presents. What can I say?”
“Are you gonna open them, or what?”
“I suppose.”
Cody grabbed the smaller one off the top and ripped the wrapping paper. As he moved the paper away, he revealed a comic book. “So it was a comic book!” he said excitedly. He flipped it around and marveled at the X-Men comic he currently held in his hands. It was, indeed, one of the older ones he needed to round out his collection. “Thank you, Teddy!” he repeated, giving Ted yet another kiss.
“Aren’t you going to open the second one?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right!” He gently placed the comic book down on the bedside table. He’d have to take extra special care of that one. It was from Teddy, after all. Once again he ripped at the wrapping paper, but this time he looked slightly confused. When he flipped it over, he saw Dave Batista’s face on the cover of the June edition of the WWE magazine looking back at him. “Uh, Ted… This is the magazine we already get. I skimmed this back in May.”
“I know.” Ted grinned, obviously knowing something Cody didn’t. “Here’s a hint. Open it up to the calendar. While you do that, I’m gonna take a piss.”
“Ok…” Cody muttered as he watched Ted go inside the bathroom. He flipped open the magazine, flicking through the pages until he found the calendar Ted mentioned. He skimmed it over, naturally wanting to see his own birthday. June 30. He read it over and his eyes widened as he saw this written out before him: Cody Rhodes - Get him something priceless.
The door to the bathroom opened and Ted stepped out wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks and a red bow on the front of them.
Cody took in the sight, and couldn’t control the fit of giggles that overtook him. Not that he didn’t think it was the sweetest, cutest, sexiest, most thoughtful thing Ted had ever done, but it was certainly also one of the silliest. He could always blame it on the alcohol. However, seeing Ted dressed like this, though he saw him like this, and in far less, every day, the fact that it was just for him sent shivers up and down his spine.
“Did you read it?”
“You mean ‘get him something priceless’? Yeah, I saw that.”
Ted turned around and Cody took in the beautiful back and let his eyes trail lower until he stopped at his ass. The same ass that had the word “Priceless” emblazoned across it. Ted turned his head over his shoulder and smirked.
“Why, Teddy,” Cody began, taking a step closer to his best friend, “are you giving me your ass for my birthday?”
“I may be.”
“Mmm, I think I really like this present.” He smirked and continued, “But it can’t really live up to the comic book, can it?”
“Haha, fuck you.”
“Is that any way to talk to me? On my birthday of all days! How rude!”
“Have you been watching Full House marathons again?” Ted teased.
“You’re an ass. And how did you know that was a line in Full House, huh? Not unless you watch it. So there.”
“Whatever, we can talk about that later. Right now, though, I’m wondering if you’re going to unwrap your… third present.”
Cody took a couple steps closer and placed his hands on Ted’s hips. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Not today.”
Cody leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Ted’s lips. “Well, then, I’ll have to tell you now. Love you. Now, do I get to unwrap you?”
Ted nodded. “Unless you decide this is one of those gifts that’s better left unopened in its original package.”
“That’s what the fucking comic book is for,” Cody replied as he eyed Ted up and down, noting the growing hardness in the ever-tightening red trunks. “Did I ever tell you that red… really works for you?”
“You may have mentioned it.”
Cody slipped his hand from Ted’s hip around to the front where he grabbed the metallic sticky-backed bow and tossed it to the side where it bounced off the TV and onto the floor. Biting his lower lip just briefly before releasing it, Cody leaned in for another kiss, this time bringing their bodies together as he slipped his tongue between Ted’s lips. There was nothing quite like Ted’s mouth, from the taste to the feel, it was all distinctly Ted. And he did love that, knowing that mouth was his, and would be his forever.
Ted could taste the alcohol in Cody’s mouth, but at that moment, he honestly didn’t give a shit. He wanted, no, needed Cody, and he was gonna get him any way, shape or form. He groaned as Cody began kissing his neck, down his collarbone, over his shoulder, picking up his arm to lick down it, letting his tongue take special care at the bend in his elbow, before continuing down to his very fingertips.
Cody pushed Ted backwards until his legs buckled against the side of the bed, causing him to sit down. A little more weight against Ted’s shoulders gave him the hint to lie back, which he gladly did. Cody slipped his fingers into the waist band of the priceless red trunks, pulling them down slowly over Ted’s hips, which were now arched off of the bed.
He marveled at the smooth skin, just as he did every time he undressed Ted, letting his fingers brush over him. Shit, he wanted to take his time exploring Ted’s body all over again, but at the same time he wanted to feel Ted. And his will to fight the sheer need to have his dick inside Ted’s ass now was giving out.
Ted saw the struggle that was going on within Cody, and offered up a suggestion. “You know we have allllll day to do whatever it is you want,” he drawled, letting his southern accent out in full force, as he knew it drove Cody absolutely wild.
“Fuck.” Cody brought his hand to his face and rubbed it up and down a couple times before biting his lip and growling, “Turn over.”
As Ted made to roll over, Cody leaned over to the side of the bed and grabbed lube out of the side pocket of his travel bag. It was at this point Cody realized he was still actually dressed. It wasn’t long before Cody had his shoes and socks off and his jeans unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and tossed on the floor, his boxers right there on top of it all.
Cody leaned forward and placed a kiss on the base of Ted’s neck, trailing kisses down his spine, stopping only once he reached the tail bone. From there he grabbed Ted’s ass in his hands, massaging it between his fingers, his eyes closed as he listened to the guttural sounds escaping Ted’s mouth. He slid one hand back up and started grazing one finger over Ted’s spine as he flipped the top of the lube open with the other. Finally, he gave in to the necessity of getting some lube into his hand to get onto his dick, and he wouldn’t accomplish that if his hand was still on Ted. So, he removed his hand and opened the palm to squirt some in, which he immediately spread liberally over himself.
Closing the top, Cody tossed the tube to the side, and with his clean hand, he grabbed Ted’s hips and urged him up a little for better access. He eased one slicked up finger inside, twisting it around as he pulled it out and pushed it in repeatedly, needing to be in Ted five minutes ago. A second finger was added, spreading Ted wider. He was so ready, but he wanted to make sure Ted was ready.
Ted groaned when Cody’s fingers brushed over his prostate, and his hips instinctually arched up, trying to take more inside of him. “Please, Code.”
“Hold on. I need to make sure-”
“Pllllleeeaaaasssseeeee,” he drawled, arching his back even more, pressing Cody’s fingers in as deep as they could go.
“Ok, ok,” Cody gave in, removing his fingers completely. In one swift thrust of his hips he had himself fully sheathed within Ted. Ted had to shove his face into the pillow to stop himself from crying out too loud, causing some kind of stir within the hotel, thinking someone was getting murdered, or something. Cody could feel Ted’s body adjusting to the intrusion, so he stayed there, halting all movements, only the quick, steady beat of his heart letting him know that they were still alive in their frozen tableau.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cody felt Ted pressing back into him, giving him permission to move.
He drew his hips back, not bothering to go slow with anything. Not when he had been wanting this for so long. And like Ted said, they still had the rest of the day if they so chose. When he pushed forward, he met Ted half way, and as they built a rhythm together, the sounds of Cody’s balls slapping Ted’s skin and their groans and grunts filled the room. They would have felt bad for their neighbours… if they actually gave a shit.
Cody looked up from the spot he had been staring at on the back of Ted’s neck to the wall, where he could have sworn he heard something. He continued his thrusts, but perked up his ears, and this time he was sure he heard…
“GET SOME!” came the cry from the room next door.
“That fucker,” Cody grumbled.
“Is he clapping?” Ted asked, turning his head around.
Cody smirked and turned his attention back to Ted. His hands gripped Ted’s hips, he’d be surprised if there wasn’t bruising there the next day. They had fallen out of that fast, steady rhythm they built earlier, all thanks to Randy, but it wasn’t long before they were back into it. They didn’t bother to hold back their cries any more. Not if Randy wanted a show.
“Shit!” Ted shouted as Cody slammed into him over and over, his dick hitting his prostate each and every time. The pleasure went straight to his dick, and it was now rubbing against the fabric of the sheets as he was practically flat on his stomach once again. “Oh, fuck!”
“You always feel so good,” Cody mumbled. “Soooo gooood,” he repeated. He loosened his grip with one hand and let it slide over Ted’s sweaty back, letting it glide over the smooth surface. “Gonna come soon.”
“Then come inside me, baby,” Ted replied in his Southern drawl, which was enough to send Cody over the edge. He arched his back and threw his head back as he cried, his cum pouring into Ted’s ass.
After riding out his orgasm, Cody finally pulled out, and whispered, “Roll over,” once more to Ted. He glanced down and saw Ted was still hard, but knew it wouldn’t take much to get him to spill over. And Cody wanted that to happen in his mouth. He shimmied down so his mouth was hovering over Ted’s dick. Opening his mouth wide, Cody managed to take it all in, letting the tip hit the back of his throat. As he made his way up, drawing his cheeks in, he felt the cock twitching in his mouth. Once he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around, catching the drops of the ever-flowing precum, waiting, just waiting for the moment to come. It wasn’t too long until it did.
He heard Ted cry out and as Ted’s hips arched off the mattress, Cody willingly accepted everything Ted had into his mouth. He worked to swallow it all, but he did manage to get it all, or most of it, down. Ted sat up to meet Cody, licking the dribbling cum off the corner of his mouth. “Happy birthday,” he muttered against Cody’s lips.
“Thank you,” Cody replied with a grin, flopping down onto the bed.
“You’re welcome.”
Cody rolled over onto his side, snuggling further into Ted’s hold. Ted was still on his back, his arm wrapped around Cody, pulling the naked body in closer to his.
“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
“Didn’t you say that at your twenty-first? And your eighteenth. I’m pretty sure you said it when you turned sixteen, as well.”
“I may have, yes, but I wasn’t fucking you at that point in time. Sure, I could legally drive, smoke, gamble and drink, depending on the birthday, but I was missing something from all those birthdays: that priceless ass of yours.”
“Well, it’s all yours now.”
“You know… Today… It’s also kind of our, like… anniversary, isn’t it?”
“Kind of our like anniversary? And you make fun of my grammar?” Ted teased good naturedly. “But, yeah, it is kind of our like anniversary. What did you get me?”
“Well, it’s the paper anniversary, so I was thinking a picture of me with my autograph on it would suffice.”
Ted laughed and shook his head, pulling Cody in even closer. “Oh, I love you.”
ALSO, I inadvertently happend to make, erm, another important day in their lives Cody's bday... Heh. That's what I get for not looking at a calendar, or, ya know, Cody's wiki page last year. :P Anyway, enough of my rambling, to the fic...
It was Monday night, and after the Raw show, the guys were out of the arena by 9pm. They could start the night young.
“All right, Code, we’re going out to celebrate,” Randy said, slapping him on his back as the two pairs, John and Randy, Ted and Cody, made their ways to their rental cars.
“What exactly are we celebrating?” Cody asked.
“Now, I know you did not forget your birthday,” Randy answered, placing his things in the back seat of his and John’s car.
“Of course not. Shit. I’m not like you, who, I’m sure, will conveniently try to forget the fact that you’re turning the big three-o next year,” Cody replied, holding up corresponding fingers. Randy replied with only one.
“You’re lucky I like you,” Randy muttered.
“Hey, incase you all forgot, I am over thirty, and I’m doing just fine,” John chimed in.
“No one was talking to you. Now, let’s drop all this talk about me-”
“Shit,” John cut him off, “did I hear that right? You want people to stop talking about you? Hold on just one gosh-darn minute! Am I in the fucking Twilight Zone? Aren’t you Mr. there’s no such thing as bad publicity? Ted, Cody, is this still your ‘fearless leader’ standing before me?” John reached out and grabbed Randy’s left hand and held it close to his face, examining the ring on his finger. “This looks like the ring that Randy wears, shit this even looks like Randy, but are you really the guy that I’ve been fucking for the past seven years?”
“Fuck off,” Randy said, pulling his hand out of John’s grasp. He had been biting his tongue that entire time, really, really trying not to say anything. “I hate you all.”
“Oh, quit being such a bitch. We’re wasting precious minutes that could be spent getting drunk. Isn’t that right, guys?”
Ted and Cody nodded, both with grins on their faces. No one knew how to work Randy up quite like John. Sure, Randy got riled pretty easily, but there was no one that could push those buttons like John.
“Fine,” Randy grumbled. “Let’s just go and pour liquor down Cody’s throat.”
“Sounds like a plan to me! And I’m buying,” John added.
“Oh, thanks, now you’re giving me an even bigger excuse to get wasted,” Cody said.
“The drunker you are, the easier you are,” Ted whispered into Cody’s ear, earning him an elbow in the stomach.
“Do you mean the more drunker I am the more easier I am?” Cody teased.
“Fuck you! I thought we had dropped that, you shit. It’s not like I meant to say that…”
“I never agreed to drop anything.”
“It’s ok, Ted, sometimes I wonder if John’s mastered the English language yet.”
“I got the basics down.”
The four of them were standing in between the two cars, talking about Ted’s fumble on commentary a few weeks back, that they were never going to let him live down. Ted was blushing and growing more annoyed by the second. “Hey, time is booze here, isn’t it? One minute standing here is one minute not getting Cody drunk, am I right? So, how about we get to that bar?”
“If you insist,” Randy answered. He dangled the key before John’s face, who snatched it up. Randy then walked around the front of the car, but hollered over to the rest of them, “Hey, we gotta stop at the hotel first and take one car over. And we should decide which of us will be the designated driver…” He arched his eyebrow and drawled, “Tedddddy?”
“Why the fuck does it have to be me?”
“Because it sure as hell isn’t gonna be Cody, John or me,” Randy answered.
“Yeah, because that answer just explains everything.”
“We could just pull a name out of a hat,” Cody suggested, looking over at John who still had his new John Deere style ball cap on.
Ted nodded his head in agreement. “That’s the fair way to do it.”
“Got paper and a pen?”
John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a receipt from a Mobile gas station. “You can use that,” he said as he handed it over.
“How old is that?” Randy looked at the paper in Cody’s hand and saw where it was from, and figured that the paper was at least a week old. “Shit, John, don’t you wash your pants?”
“The ones I wrestle in… Shit, it’s not like I’ve worn them that much. I do have a couple pairs of pants.”
“Guys! Are we going or not? Here, I’ll settle it for you, ok? Eenie-meenie-minie Ted, you’re it. Sorry, bud, but if we don’t want to hear bitching tonight, then…”
Ted shrugged, knowing Cody was right. John was drawn to the bar like it was his life’s calling, and Randy was… Randy. “Ok, ok, I’ll do it.”
Before too long they were at the bar, with John buying the first round for all of them, including Ted, since they were planning on stating around for a while, much longer than was needed for any alcohol to leave his system. And things only got worse from there. John would buy Cody another drink the instant he let an empty glass hit the bar.
“Let’s dance,” Cody slurred to Ted.
Ted raised an amused eyebrow and replied, “You want to dance?” Ht then turned to John and asked him, “How much alcohol have you given him?”
“Lots,” John answered as he ground his crotch against Randy’s. He leaned in close to Randy’s ear and said, “I think Cody has a great idea. Come on, let’s dance.”
Never one to resist anything whilst drunk, Randy allowed himself to be pulled out onto the floor.
“Please, Teddy?”
“You know you didn’t want to dance at their wedding, but now, in a crowded bar, you actually want to?”
“Don’t you want to dance with me?” Cody pouted and let his lower lip quiver.
“Ok, ok, we’ll dance,” Ted answered with a grin.
Cody’s face instantly lit up and a smile grew. A real, tooth bearing smile that Ted loved so much. He moved his face in closer to Ted’s ear and whispered, “Thank you.”
Grabbing Ted’s wrist, Cody began walking them out to the dance floor. Cody closed his eyes briefly and let the music wash over him before beginning to dance.
Ted was slightly surprised at the fact that Cody actually had a pretty decent sense of rhythm. Even while drunk. He kept in time with the beat of whatever song was playing at the time, changing his movements slightly whenever a new song began. His hips were constantly attached to Ted’s, and a majority of the time, his hands were slipped inside Ted’s back pockets.
Cody managed a peek over to John and Randy and noticed how the two of them were completely off beat the entire time, yet they still danced like the owned the place.
A couple hours passed, and each man was having a great time. Ted was enjoying the face that he actually had Cody on the dance floor, able to touch him in public and have no one question their motives. The only time they ever actually left the floor was when they wanted another drink, or John actually dragged them over to the bar.
Ted and Cody were currently sitting at the bar, Cody nursing a beer, Ted eyeing Cody the entire time, paying particularly close attention to the bobbing adam’s apple with each swallow.
John looked down to his watch and noticed the time. 11:59. Perfect. Especially since he had finished the drink in his hand. “Randy,” John shouted into his ear so he could be heard over the pulsing music and loud crowd, “can you go to the bar and get me another drink?”
“Why can’t you go yourself?”
John looked around and smiled at the wave of people around him, basking in the masses. If there was anything John liked it was being surrounded by people, with him as the focus. “I like it out here too much.”
“Fine, but don’t start bitching if I come back with a Cosmo.”
“Alcohol is alcohol.”
John watched as Randy retreated to the bar and grinned. He made his way out of the crowd and to an empty table, which he then climbed up on top of. If that hadn’t caused some heads to turn, his shouting, “Can I have everyone’s attention!” certainly did.
The three guys at the bar turned to face John at the sound of his voice, Randy with a Cosmo in his hand. Cody’s mouth gaped open and a blush began to crawl up his face. Randy shook his head, not sure whether to be amused or embarrassed, especially since he knew this was the sort of thing John would do drunk or stone cold sober. Ted silently prayed they would all forget about his birthday in a few months.
The bar grew silent as they all turned to look at John Cena standing on top of a table, as only the sound of the music was left. “Standing at the bar you can see my good friend, Cody Rhodes. And today just happens to be his birthday. So, I think we should all do our part in wishing him a very happy twenty-fourth birthday.”
Cody’s blush was growing a deeper shade of red with each passing second.
And then John did the unthinkable. He started singing.
“Happy birthday to you,” he began singing drunkenly off key, and most of the other bar patrons joined in. Including Randy and Teddy. “Happy birthday to you.”
Cody glared at the two men who had been his best friends since childhood, and mouthed to Teddy, “What the fuck are you doing?”
John finished up leading the crowded bar in song, “Happy birthday dear Codyyyyyy, happy birthday to youuuuu!”
“You suck. Both of you.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Randy responded with a smirk. He looked over in time to see John jump down from the table and stumble back to the bar. “John, you managed to turn Cody a shade of red I’ve yet to see on any living creature. Job well done.”
“I hate all three of you,” Cody said, although it was getting hard to fight the smile from forming as he looked on at John, Randy and Teddy.
“We know you love the attention,” Ted told him.
“Ok, you got me. So, when are you giving me my birthday present?” he asked, bringing his face in inches from Teddy’s.
“Who said I was getting you anything?” he answered, letting his own face move in closer to Cody’s.
Cody wrapped his arms around Ted’s waist as Ted brought his own arms to sling over Cody’s shoulders. “You’ve been getting me presents since I was in diapers, and now that we’re fucking, doesn’t that make you obligated…” He paused and then smiled when he realized he didn’t stumble over his choice of a four syllable word. “Anyway, you’re my boyfriend now,” he said, poking Ted in the chest, “so you have to get me a present.”
“Are you sure you want it now? We could always stay here a little longer.”
“Why, do you want me even more drunker than I am right now?”
“You’re such a bastard.”
Cody looked to his side to see an amused John and Randy looking back at them. “I learn from the best.”
“All right, if you’re sure you want your present now, we can head back. John, Randy, you good with that? Or did you just want to take a cab back?”
“We can go,” John answered. “I thoroughly embarrassed Cody. My work here is done.”
“Fucker.”
“You loved it.”
“No, you loved it.”
“This is true, I give you that one. But isn’t it something else to have an entire bar full of drunks singing a rousing round of Happy Birthday right to you?”
“That it is...”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have forgotten about it by tomorrow morning… Or, umm, later today I guess. By the time you wake up, everything that just happened will be a blur, anyway.”
“Ok, let’s go,” Ted butted in. “Once we get back to the hotel, can you two just sit with him, or something? I have to make sure I have Cody’s gift all wrapped.”
“Sure. You don’t mind hanging around with us for a few minutes, do ya?” Randy asked, and Cody nodded his head no.
The four got into the car, John and Randy in the back, where they were all over each other. But, really, what was new there? Cody scooted over to the middle seat of the front bench seat and nuzzled into Ted. “So, what did you get me?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Please?” Cody asked, placing a kiss on Ted’s cheek.
“Nope.”
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I want you to be surprised.”
“Is it a video game?”
“We’re not playing this game.”
“So it IS a video game!”
“No, it’s not a video game.”
“But that’s what you’d tell me if it WAS a video game! Oh, what one is it?”
“Cody, he didn’t get you a fucking video game,” Randy interjected from the back as John’s tongue swirled around in his bellybutton.
“You’ve even got Randy telling me it’s not a video game. That means it’s totally a video game! Unless it’s a comic book.”
Ted rolled his eyes and ignored any further comments Cody made in regards to his birthday present.
“Oh, you’re not answering me, that means it IS a comic book! Ok, what one is it? Did you get me one of the old X-Men ones that’s been missing from my collection?”
“Can you just shut the fuck up?” Randy asked. “You’re really distracting… Not to mention annoying.”
“Are you actually still paying attention to me? Isn’t John sucking you off back there? Why the hell haven’t you zoned me out?”
It wasn’t too much longer until they arrived at their hotel. Randy zipped himself up, still rock hard, but they had to go inside to stick around with Cody while Ted made sure he had the present ready.
There weren’t any other people in the lobby apart from the one person up at the desk, so John and Randy didn’t really care that they were all over each other in there, as well. Cody was pacing back and forth, really curious as to what Ted got for him. Sure everyone said it was better to give than to receive, Cody liked it either way, but there were times when it was just nice to get something from someone. He still wasn’t too sure what he would be getting Ted, but he’d have to think of something after tonight. ‘I can get him the Marine 2 on DVD,’ he thought to himself with a smirk.
Cody felt the phone vibrating in his pocket, and he pulled it out, and saw Ted’s message on the screen, “ok.”
“You guys can stop babysitting me now,” he said to the couple sitting together on the couch, practically in each others laps.
The pair reluctantly stood up and all of them headed towards the elevator. Cody hit the up button and when the doors rang and opened up for them, they stepped inside. Cody pushed the button for floor 4, where both couples were lodged.
Opening once more, the three stepped out of the doors and turned in the same direction. Cody stopped off at his room first.
“Happy birthday,” John shouted towards Cody as Randy dragged him off to their room.
“Yeah, happy birthday,” Randy said, not even bothering to turn around and look at the birthday boy himself.
“Thanks!”
He grinned as he watched John and Randy enter their room as he dug into his pocket to find his key card. He slid it into the slot and heard the click of the door unlocking, accompanied by a blinking green light. He opened the door and found Ted standing by the edge of the bed. There were two slim wrapped packages on the bed, a smaller one on top of the bigger one.
“Happy birthday, Cody,” Ted said. He smiled as Cody came in closer, pulling him into a hug and a kiss before anything was even opened.
“Thank you, Teddy. You didn’t have to.”
“Bullshit. ‘So, what did you get me’ suddenly turns into ‘oh, Ted, you shouldn’t have bothered’?” he teased.
“Ok, so, yeah, I like presents. What can I say?”
“Are you gonna open them, or what?”
“I suppose.”
Cody grabbed the smaller one off the top and ripped the wrapping paper. As he moved the paper away, he revealed a comic book. “So it was a comic book!” he said excitedly. He flipped it around and marveled at the X-Men comic he currently held in his hands. It was, indeed, one of the older ones he needed to round out his collection. “Thank you, Teddy!” he repeated, giving Ted yet another kiss.
“Aren’t you going to open the second one?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right!” He gently placed the comic book down on the bedside table. He’d have to take extra special care of that one. It was from Teddy, after all. Once again he ripped at the wrapping paper, but this time he looked slightly confused. When he flipped it over, he saw Dave Batista’s face on the cover of the June edition of the WWE magazine looking back at him. “Uh, Ted… This is the magazine we already get. I skimmed this back in May.”
“I know.” Ted grinned, obviously knowing something Cody didn’t. “Here’s a hint. Open it up to the calendar. While you do that, I’m gonna take a piss.”
“Ok…” Cody muttered as he watched Ted go inside the bathroom. He flipped open the magazine, flicking through the pages until he found the calendar Ted mentioned. He skimmed it over, naturally wanting to see his own birthday. June 30. He read it over and his eyes widened as he saw this written out before him: Cody Rhodes - Get him something priceless.
The door to the bathroom opened and Ted stepped out wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks and a red bow on the front of them.
Cody took in the sight, and couldn’t control the fit of giggles that overtook him. Not that he didn’t think it was the sweetest, cutest, sexiest, most thoughtful thing Ted had ever done, but it was certainly also one of the silliest. He could always blame it on the alcohol. However, seeing Ted dressed like this, though he saw him like this, and in far less, every day, the fact that it was just for him sent shivers up and down his spine.
“Did you read it?”
“You mean ‘get him something priceless’? Yeah, I saw that.”
Ted turned around and Cody took in the beautiful back and let his eyes trail lower until he stopped at his ass. The same ass that had the word “Priceless” emblazoned across it. Ted turned his head over his shoulder and smirked.
“Why, Teddy,” Cody began, taking a step closer to his best friend, “are you giving me your ass for my birthday?”
“I may be.”
“Mmm, I think I really like this present.” He smirked and continued, “But it can’t really live up to the comic book, can it?”
“Haha, fuck you.”
“Is that any way to talk to me? On my birthday of all days! How rude!”
“Have you been watching Full House marathons again?” Ted teased.
“You’re an ass. And how did you know that was a line in Full House, huh? Not unless you watch it. So there.”
“Whatever, we can talk about that later. Right now, though, I’m wondering if you’re going to unwrap your… third present.”
Cody took a couple steps closer and placed his hands on Ted’s hips. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Not today.”
Cody leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Ted’s lips. “Well, then, I’ll have to tell you now. Love you. Now, do I get to unwrap you?”
Ted nodded. “Unless you decide this is one of those gifts that’s better left unopened in its original package.”
“That’s what the fucking comic book is for,” Cody replied as he eyed Ted up and down, noting the growing hardness in the ever-tightening red trunks. “Did I ever tell you that red… really works for you?”
“You may have mentioned it.”
Cody slipped his hand from Ted’s hip around to the front where he grabbed the metallic sticky-backed bow and tossed it to the side where it bounced off the TV and onto the floor. Biting his lower lip just briefly before releasing it, Cody leaned in for another kiss, this time bringing their bodies together as he slipped his tongue between Ted’s lips. There was nothing quite like Ted’s mouth, from the taste to the feel, it was all distinctly Ted. And he did love that, knowing that mouth was his, and would be his forever.
Ted could taste the alcohol in Cody’s mouth, but at that moment, he honestly didn’t give a shit. He wanted, no, needed Cody, and he was gonna get him any way, shape or form. He groaned as Cody began kissing his neck, down his collarbone, over his shoulder, picking up his arm to lick down it, letting his tongue take special care at the bend in his elbow, before continuing down to his very fingertips.
Cody pushed Ted backwards until his legs buckled against the side of the bed, causing him to sit down. A little more weight against Ted’s shoulders gave him the hint to lie back, which he gladly did. Cody slipped his fingers into the waist band of the priceless red trunks, pulling them down slowly over Ted’s hips, which were now arched off of the bed.
He marveled at the smooth skin, just as he did every time he undressed Ted, letting his fingers brush over him. Shit, he wanted to take his time exploring Ted’s body all over again, but at the same time he wanted to feel Ted. And his will to fight the sheer need to have his dick inside Ted’s ass now was giving out.
Ted saw the struggle that was going on within Cody, and offered up a suggestion. “You know we have allllll day to do whatever it is you want,” he drawled, letting his southern accent out in full force, as he knew it drove Cody absolutely wild.
“Fuck.” Cody brought his hand to his face and rubbed it up and down a couple times before biting his lip and growling, “Turn over.”
As Ted made to roll over, Cody leaned over to the side of the bed and grabbed lube out of the side pocket of his travel bag. It was at this point Cody realized he was still actually dressed. It wasn’t long before Cody had his shoes and socks off and his jeans unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and tossed on the floor, his boxers right there on top of it all.
Cody leaned forward and placed a kiss on the base of Ted’s neck, trailing kisses down his spine, stopping only once he reached the tail bone. From there he grabbed Ted’s ass in his hands, massaging it between his fingers, his eyes closed as he listened to the guttural sounds escaping Ted’s mouth. He slid one hand back up and started grazing one finger over Ted’s spine as he flipped the top of the lube open with the other. Finally, he gave in to the necessity of getting some lube into his hand to get onto his dick, and he wouldn’t accomplish that if his hand was still on Ted. So, he removed his hand and opened the palm to squirt some in, which he immediately spread liberally over himself.
Closing the top, Cody tossed the tube to the side, and with his clean hand, he grabbed Ted’s hips and urged him up a little for better access. He eased one slicked up finger inside, twisting it around as he pulled it out and pushed it in repeatedly, needing to be in Ted five minutes ago. A second finger was added, spreading Ted wider. He was so ready, but he wanted to make sure Ted was ready.
Ted groaned when Cody’s fingers brushed over his prostate, and his hips instinctually arched up, trying to take more inside of him. “Please, Code.”
“Hold on. I need to make sure-”
“Pllllleeeaaaasssseeeee,” he drawled, arching his back even more, pressing Cody’s fingers in as deep as they could go.
“Ok, ok,” Cody gave in, removing his fingers completely. In one swift thrust of his hips he had himself fully sheathed within Ted. Ted had to shove his face into the pillow to stop himself from crying out too loud, causing some kind of stir within the hotel, thinking someone was getting murdered, or something. Cody could feel Ted’s body adjusting to the intrusion, so he stayed there, halting all movements, only the quick, steady beat of his heart letting him know that they were still alive in their frozen tableau.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cody felt Ted pressing back into him, giving him permission to move.
He drew his hips back, not bothering to go slow with anything. Not when he had been wanting this for so long. And like Ted said, they still had the rest of the day if they so chose. When he pushed forward, he met Ted half way, and as they built a rhythm together, the sounds of Cody’s balls slapping Ted’s skin and their groans and grunts filled the room. They would have felt bad for their neighbours… if they actually gave a shit.
Cody looked up from the spot he had been staring at on the back of Ted’s neck to the wall, where he could have sworn he heard something. He continued his thrusts, but perked up his ears, and this time he was sure he heard…
“GET SOME!” came the cry from the room next door.
“That fucker,” Cody grumbled.
“Is he clapping?” Ted asked, turning his head around.
Cody smirked and turned his attention back to Ted. His hands gripped Ted’s hips, he’d be surprised if there wasn’t bruising there the next day. They had fallen out of that fast, steady rhythm they built earlier, all thanks to Randy, but it wasn’t long before they were back into it. They didn’t bother to hold back their cries any more. Not if Randy wanted a show.
“Shit!” Ted shouted as Cody slammed into him over and over, his dick hitting his prostate each and every time. The pleasure went straight to his dick, and it was now rubbing against the fabric of the sheets as he was practically flat on his stomach once again. “Oh, fuck!”
“You always feel so good,” Cody mumbled. “Soooo gooood,” he repeated. He loosened his grip with one hand and let it slide over Ted’s sweaty back, letting it glide over the smooth surface. “Gonna come soon.”
“Then come inside me, baby,” Ted replied in his Southern drawl, which was enough to send Cody over the edge. He arched his back and threw his head back as he cried, his cum pouring into Ted’s ass.
After riding out his orgasm, Cody finally pulled out, and whispered, “Roll over,” once more to Ted. He glanced down and saw Ted was still hard, but knew it wouldn’t take much to get him to spill over. And Cody wanted that to happen in his mouth. He shimmied down so his mouth was hovering over Ted’s dick. Opening his mouth wide, Cody managed to take it all in, letting the tip hit the back of his throat. As he made his way up, drawing his cheeks in, he felt the cock twitching in his mouth. Once he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around, catching the drops of the ever-flowing precum, waiting, just waiting for the moment to come. It wasn’t too long until it did.
He heard Ted cry out and as Ted’s hips arched off the mattress, Cody willingly accepted everything Ted had into his mouth. He worked to swallow it all, but he did manage to get it all, or most of it, down. Ted sat up to meet Cody, licking the dribbling cum off the corner of his mouth. “Happy birthday,” he muttered against Cody’s lips.
“Thank you,” Cody replied with a grin, flopping down onto the bed.
“You’re welcome.”
Cody rolled over onto his side, snuggling further into Ted’s hold. Ted was still on his back, his arm wrapped around Cody, pulling the naked body in closer to his.
“I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
“Didn’t you say that at your twenty-first? And your eighteenth. I’m pretty sure you said it when you turned sixteen, as well.”
“I may have, yes, but I wasn’t fucking you at that point in time. Sure, I could legally drive, smoke, gamble and drink, depending on the birthday, but I was missing something from all those birthdays: that priceless ass of yours.”
“Well, it’s all yours now.”
“You know… Today… It’s also kind of our, like… anniversary, isn’t it?”
“Kind of our like anniversary? And you make fun of my grammar?” Ted teased good naturedly. “But, yeah, it is kind of our like anniversary. What did you get me?”
“Well, it’s the paper anniversary, so I was thinking a picture of me with my autograph on it would suffice.”
Ted laughed and shook his head, pulling Cody in even closer. “Oh, I love you.”