Gimme an F, gimme an I, gimme a C, what does that spell?! FIC!
So, yes, I have a fic set after Monday's show. It so should have been done yesterday given the length of it, and all, but I had classes and maaaaaaay have gotten distracted by soap operas... Also, I gotta give MAJOR props to Alex for one line all up in hurrrr. She said she couldn’t use it, and, well… I had a place for it. I’m sure you can figure out which one it is. If not, I guess that’s a good thing? So, yeah, THANK YOU ALEX!
The walk backstage was long, tense and quiet. None of them spoke to each other as they headed up the ramp. Cody and Ted were in front with Randy trailing behind after Dusty had been escorted to the back. Each time Ted went to put a comforting arm around Cody’s shoulder or waist, he would be shrugged off, or Cody would take a step to the side, not wanting the contact.
Ted opened the door to the Legacy locker room and let Cody walk in first. He shut the door, even though he knew it wouldn’t be long before Randy was in there with them. But he needed some time to try and get through to his boyfriend.
“Hey man, calm the fuck down.”
“How the fuck do you expect me to do that, huh?” Cody shouted. “How am I supposed to just calm the fuck down after what happened out there?!”
Randy had hung around backstage, waiting for John to get back there, as well. Maybe this little break from him would give him some time to cool down.
“Oh, Randy, baby, you fucked up out there.”
“Cody’s a big boy. He can fend for himself out there. And I’m a grown man who can make his own decisions, thanks.”
“Then how come you’re back here waiting for me and not dealing with Cody right now?”
“Because Cody’s pissed off and I don’t want to deal with him. See, that was me displaying my superb decision making abilities.”
“Gee, Randy, that’s gonna solve all your problems.”
“You mean avoiding them? Yeah, well, it’s worked so far.”
“And how long will you be able to avoid Cody? Ya know, one of your best friends? That guy that you just happen to work very closely with?”
“It’s nothing per-”
“That’s bullshit Randy. That was more than just business, at least with Cody. Let’s go find him so you can talk to him, ok?”
“See, that, that right there is called shitty decision making.”
“Call me out on that later, ok? Right now you’re leaving an angry Cody alone with Teddy.”
“They’re probably fucking by now, anyway.”
“You’re such an ass. We’re going.”
Randy huffed and grumbled, “Fine,” as he followed behind John to the locker room.
“Come on, Cody, it’s not like your dad can’t take care of himself,” Ted assured him.
“That’s not the fucking point! I was there two years ago when those two were having matches; that was one thing. This tonight, though? This was different.”
The door to the locker room opened slowly, and in first came John followed closely by Randy. Cody and Randy locked eyes; the younger man fuming, the older keeping himself cool and collected. John stepped to the side standing next to Teddy. He didn’t think it’d be wise to get between those two right about now. See, he could make smart decisions.
“That,” Cody began, referring to the RKO given to his father, “wasn’t supposed to happen.”
A small smirk began crawling up Randy’s face. “Maybe not, but it looked great.”
“You… That’s my dad!”
“You’re on that again? It’s not like that’s the first time that happened.”
“So?”
“So? So! So I made you look like a fucking hero out there. How’d it feel to hear your name chanted by the masses?”
“If they’re gonna cheer for me, it’s gonna be because of something I do. Not because you’re the biggest asshole to have ever existed.”
Randy took a step in closer to Cody. He needed to get right into Cody’s personal space as he said, “You and your family, whether it’s an American dream or a shattered one...you need to remember Cody, that dreams only happen when you’re asleep. Sooner or later, you’re gonna need to wake up, because reality never sleeps, and neither does the truth. When I said it wasn’t personal, I lied. And you know what? You knew it too.”
Cody was literally shaking with anger. He had never been so deeply and utterly pissed the hell off as he was at that very moment.
Ted and John were watching intently as they watched on; the only thing missing was a bowl of popcorn. They wanted to see what would happen next. And if things got too out of control, they were always there to break it apart.
Cody was about ready to punch Randy right smack dab on that fucking smirking mouth of his. Goddamn, how was his smirk actually growing?! Grabbing Randy’s shoulders with both hands, he spun them around, slamming Randy’s bare back against the cold steel of the lockers. The doors clanged as Randy’s body and head smacked against them, and the sound echoed throughout the room, causing John to cringe at the crack of Randy’s skull against steel.
Randy was pinned. Still, hew knew that he could get Cody off of him if he wanted. And John and Ted were there, so nothing terrible would actually happen, but he wanted to see Cody stick up for himself. He wanted Cody to take control. He wanted Cody to lose control. “Whatcha gonna do now, Cody? You gonna punch me? Kick me? Slap me?”
Instead, Cody did none of the above. And it was a move neither man expected, but each silently hoped for. He kissed Randy. Cody pressed himself fully against Randy, his cock straining with need as his tongue forced its way into Randy’s mouth.
“Now I can’t say I was expecting that one,” John muttered, unable to take his eyes off of them.
“Agreed. I thought one of them would come out of this with at least a broken nose.” Ted cocked his head to the side as he looked on in fascination.
Dropping his hand lower, Cody ran his palm over the length of Randy’s cock through the fabric of his trunks.
“So, are they gonna…?” Ted drifted off as he continued to watch.
“Wouldn’t surprise me. Is it odd that we’re totally fine with watching our respective… significant others…” John said with a pause, looking for the right words for Randy and Cody, “fuck each other?”
“Probably. But we’ve never exactly been the most conventional of couples, either of us. One of the first things we learn in Sunday School is to be true to your own self, and I guess that means I gotta admit I like watching my boyfriend have sex with another guy.”
“I like how you haven’t lost your philosophical sense even at a time like this,” John told him. As he was speaking, his hand began drifting towards Ted’s dick, which had been growing rapidly since this whole thing started.
Ted shifted his eyes to sneak a quick peek at John as soon as the other man’s hand found his dick. John was palming it through Ted’s trunks, and Ted took it upon himself to help John along further. He took John’s hand and peeled his trunks away from his own body, slipping John’s hand down to brush against his naked flesh.
Once more Cody spun himself and Randy around. This time he pushed Randy backwards until his legs hit hard against the edge of a bench. Cody broke off the kiss, telling Randy, “Lay down.”
Randy didn’t question Cody’s order. This was all he could have hoped for. As he lay down, he caught a glance out of the side of his eye of Ted and John together, watching them, as they started to slowly jerk each other off. He kept his legs straddling the bench as his back was flush against the wood surface.
Looking quickly over to his boyfriend, Cody shot him a questioning glance, wondering if he should continue. During his quick glance, he saw what Ted and John were doing, and swallowed hard at the sight. The look Ted gave him back read quite plainly, ‘What the fuck are you waiting for?!’
Turning his attention back to Randy, his hands went straight for the trunks. He pulled them off of Randy’s hips and legs, tossing them to the floor, leaving Randy hard and naked on the bench. “You gonna fuck me, Cody?”
“Yeah,” he answered. He did a brief scan of the room and found a partially full bottle of baby oil that had been strewn about by one of them. He bent over to pick it up and dumped a fair amount into his hand. With his other hand, he removed his cock from its tight restraints, then proceeded to coat himself with baby oil.
“You gonna fuck me hard?” Randy asked, practically moaning it out.
“Yeah,” Cody replied. With that, he grabbed Randy’s legs and hoisted them all the way to his shoulders. His dick was aligned with Randy’s hole, but instead of pushing his way in, he slipped a finger inside, teasing it around, running it around the rim, driving Randy crazy.
“Just fucking do it, already,” Randy said, his eyes closed, awaiting entrance.
“If you say so.” Cody pulled out his finger, instantly replacing it with the head of his cock. He leaned his body forward, causing his dick to push in deeper, and with a final thrust of his hips, he was all the way inside.
“Fuck!” Randy shouted.
“Shut up!” Cody hissed as he began to pick up a rhythm. His hips were slamming forward pushing his dick in deep with each thrust, hitting Randy’s prostate each time. His balls were slapping Randy’s ass, the flesh on flesh sounds filling the room, mixing with the noises John’s hand was making on its repeated up and down path on Ted’s leaking dick.
Randy’s cock was rock hard and leaking, and he felt that it needed some attention. His right hand worked its way over, but before he could so much as lay a finger on it, Cody slapped his hand hard. “You can’t touch it.”
“Why the fuck not?” Randy asked defiantly.
“Because I said so,” Cody growled. He was in goddamn control, and Randy better recognize that.
Randy glared, but brought his hand back down to regain his grip on the bench. He took a breath, cut short as Cody hit his prostate again, remembering that this was Cody’s time.
The pair had had sex with each other before, but he had never let Cody take him. Yeah, Cody had been on top before, riding him, but Randy had never wanted another person to be inside him apart from John. Until tonight. And he was loving every second of it. He certainly felt different than John, and it was a change after years and years of one man’s dick inside of him, but he reveled in the feel.
Cody’s fingers were digging into his thighs, scratching upwards from time to time, leaving evident red marks along Randy’s skin. Sweat was starting to develop on his forehead and over his body. His fingers dug in deeper as he drew ever closer to orgasm.
Randy was arching off the bench, aching for more. He always needed more. At each thrust of Cody’s dick inside him, he pushed up to take more, to get Cody in deeper. Still his own cock remained untouched, although it was begging for contact. More. That’s what it came down to. More. But he couldn’t get more; not this time. So instead he focused on the pleasure he was receiving from Cody. Every ounce of his being was focused on the movements Cody was making in and out of his body, and his cock twitched as the feelings were intensified.
He tried to fight off his orgasm, hold it in for just a while longer. But he couldn’t. As Cody spilled into Randy, the anger that he was holding for him also dissipated. After pulling himself out with a pop, he smirked down at Randy. Finally, he’d be able to get a little bit more.
Cody dropped to his knees and grabbed Randy’s dick in his hand before leaning forward to take the head of it into his mouth. Randy groaned as the wet warmth surrounded him and arched his back off the bench once more, trying to get even more. Cody moved with the arch, though, not letting any more in. Not yet, anyway.
Ted and John had already gotten each other off, yet they continued to watch on as Cody went down on Randy. They even felt their cocks beginning to stir to life once again. It had been a while since the four of them had done anything like this together, and it seemed as though all of them had been itching for it.
That goddamn tongue of Cody’s was driving Randy up the wall. He hadn’t taken any more than just the head of Randy’s cock into his mouth, and that was frustrating the older man like nobody’s business. And then… nothing. Cody’s mouth had left Randy high and dry. Randy whimpered, but then his breath stopped as he bucked up and came, shooting all over himself. Cody had taken it upon himself to drop down to Randy’s ass and continue to drive Randy crazy as he licked along the cleft, causing Randy to come almost instantly. Even after Randy came, Cody ran his tongue over Randy’s hole, sliding in and out, tasting himself mingled with Randy.
He slid over Randy’s body, kissing a trail upwards until his mouth was latched onto Randy’s. Randy moaned into the kiss, able to taste a mix of Cody and himself, which was absolutely intoxicating. Finally, Cody pushed himself up and swung his leg over the bench and tucked his semi-hard cock back into his trunks.
“Good show, boys,” John said from his spot against the lockers.
Cody scratched behind his head and bit his lower lip. It was easy to forget that he had an audience when he was lost in the moment like he had been.
“Good to know it was appreciated,” Randy replied as he stood up. He walked over to his trunks and bent down to pick them up, absolutely no shame or modesty in his actions. He was an attention whore; it was in his nature.
“Oh, shit, what time is it?” Cody asked as he began searching for his phone. “Ted and I were supposed to go out to dinner with my dad.” When he found it, he noticed there was a missed call from his dad to meet him outside as soon as they were showered and dressed.
“Just douse yourself in some Axe, and maybe get some gum and he’ll be none the wiser as to what happened in here,” Randy suggested as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
“Fuck. We could always cancel…”
“Oh, come on, you’re not canceling on your dad,” Ted said to him. “Just call him back and say that you got caught up with Randy and John in discussing our storyline, or some shit like that and we both lost track of the time,” he reasoned. “Well?”
“Ok, ok, I think that’ll work a little better than Randy’s Axe and gum idea.”
“Whatever. We’ll get out of here, then. Have fun with your dad, Cody. And Ted, have a good time hangin’ with your father in law.”
“He’s not-”
“He totally is,” John said, nodding his head in agreement with Randy. “Even though it’s not official yet, he’s as damn fuckin’ close as you’ll ever get.”
“Yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go shower,” Ted said to Cody, pulling him along behind him.
“Hold on, let me call your father in law first,” Cody teased with a grin all but plastered on his face.
The walk backstage was long, tense and quiet. None of them spoke to each other as they headed up the ramp. Cody and Ted were in front with Randy trailing behind after Dusty had been escorted to the back. Each time Ted went to put a comforting arm around Cody’s shoulder or waist, he would be shrugged off, or Cody would take a step to the side, not wanting the contact.
Ted opened the door to the Legacy locker room and let Cody walk in first. He shut the door, even though he knew it wouldn’t be long before Randy was in there with them. But he needed some time to try and get through to his boyfriend.
“Hey man, calm the fuck down.”
“How the fuck do you expect me to do that, huh?” Cody shouted. “How am I supposed to just calm the fuck down after what happened out there?!”
Randy had hung around backstage, waiting for John to get back there, as well. Maybe this little break from him would give him some time to cool down.
“Oh, Randy, baby, you fucked up out there.”
“Cody’s a big boy. He can fend for himself out there. And I’m a grown man who can make his own decisions, thanks.”
“Then how come you’re back here waiting for me and not dealing with Cody right now?”
“Because Cody’s pissed off and I don’t want to deal with him. See, that was me displaying my superb decision making abilities.”
“Gee, Randy, that’s gonna solve all your problems.”
“You mean avoiding them? Yeah, well, it’s worked so far.”
“And how long will you be able to avoid Cody? Ya know, one of your best friends? That guy that you just happen to work very closely with?”
“It’s nothing per-”
“That’s bullshit Randy. That was more than just business, at least with Cody. Let’s go find him so you can talk to him, ok?”
“See, that, that right there is called shitty decision making.”
“Call me out on that later, ok? Right now you’re leaving an angry Cody alone with Teddy.”
“They’re probably fucking by now, anyway.”
“You’re such an ass. We’re going.”
Randy huffed and grumbled, “Fine,” as he followed behind John to the locker room.
“Come on, Cody, it’s not like your dad can’t take care of himself,” Ted assured him.
“That’s not the fucking point! I was there two years ago when those two were having matches; that was one thing. This tonight, though? This was different.”
The door to the locker room opened slowly, and in first came John followed closely by Randy. Cody and Randy locked eyes; the younger man fuming, the older keeping himself cool and collected. John stepped to the side standing next to Teddy. He didn’t think it’d be wise to get between those two right about now. See, he could make smart decisions.
“That,” Cody began, referring to the RKO given to his father, “wasn’t supposed to happen.”
A small smirk began crawling up Randy’s face. “Maybe not, but it looked great.”
“You… That’s my dad!”
“You’re on that again? It’s not like that’s the first time that happened.”
“So?”
“So? So! So I made you look like a fucking hero out there. How’d it feel to hear your name chanted by the masses?”
“If they’re gonna cheer for me, it’s gonna be because of something I do. Not because you’re the biggest asshole to have ever existed.”
Randy took a step in closer to Cody. He needed to get right into Cody’s personal space as he said, “You and your family, whether it’s an American dream or a shattered one...you need to remember Cody, that dreams only happen when you’re asleep. Sooner or later, you’re gonna need to wake up, because reality never sleeps, and neither does the truth. When I said it wasn’t personal, I lied. And you know what? You knew it too.”
Cody was literally shaking with anger. He had never been so deeply and utterly pissed the hell off as he was at that very moment.
Ted and John were watching intently as they watched on; the only thing missing was a bowl of popcorn. They wanted to see what would happen next. And if things got too out of control, they were always there to break it apart.
Cody was about ready to punch Randy right smack dab on that fucking smirking mouth of his. Goddamn, how was his smirk actually growing?! Grabbing Randy’s shoulders with both hands, he spun them around, slamming Randy’s bare back against the cold steel of the lockers. The doors clanged as Randy’s body and head smacked against them, and the sound echoed throughout the room, causing John to cringe at the crack of Randy’s skull against steel.
Randy was pinned. Still, hew knew that he could get Cody off of him if he wanted. And John and Ted were there, so nothing terrible would actually happen, but he wanted to see Cody stick up for himself. He wanted Cody to take control. He wanted Cody to lose control. “Whatcha gonna do now, Cody? You gonna punch me? Kick me? Slap me?”
Instead, Cody did none of the above. And it was a move neither man expected, but each silently hoped for. He kissed Randy. Cody pressed himself fully against Randy, his cock straining with need as his tongue forced its way into Randy’s mouth.
“Now I can’t say I was expecting that one,” John muttered, unable to take his eyes off of them.
“Agreed. I thought one of them would come out of this with at least a broken nose.” Ted cocked his head to the side as he looked on in fascination.
Dropping his hand lower, Cody ran his palm over the length of Randy’s cock through the fabric of his trunks.
“So, are they gonna…?” Ted drifted off as he continued to watch.
“Wouldn’t surprise me. Is it odd that we’re totally fine with watching our respective… significant others…” John said with a pause, looking for the right words for Randy and Cody, “fuck each other?”
“Probably. But we’ve never exactly been the most conventional of couples, either of us. One of the first things we learn in Sunday School is to be true to your own self, and I guess that means I gotta admit I like watching my boyfriend have sex with another guy.”
“I like how you haven’t lost your philosophical sense even at a time like this,” John told him. As he was speaking, his hand began drifting towards Ted’s dick, which had been growing rapidly since this whole thing started.
Ted shifted his eyes to sneak a quick peek at John as soon as the other man’s hand found his dick. John was palming it through Ted’s trunks, and Ted took it upon himself to help John along further. He took John’s hand and peeled his trunks away from his own body, slipping John’s hand down to brush against his naked flesh.
Once more Cody spun himself and Randy around. This time he pushed Randy backwards until his legs hit hard against the edge of a bench. Cody broke off the kiss, telling Randy, “Lay down.”
Randy didn’t question Cody’s order. This was all he could have hoped for. As he lay down, he caught a glance out of the side of his eye of Ted and John together, watching them, as they started to slowly jerk each other off. He kept his legs straddling the bench as his back was flush against the wood surface.
Looking quickly over to his boyfriend, Cody shot him a questioning glance, wondering if he should continue. During his quick glance, he saw what Ted and John were doing, and swallowed hard at the sight. The look Ted gave him back read quite plainly, ‘What the fuck are you waiting for?!’
Turning his attention back to Randy, his hands went straight for the trunks. He pulled them off of Randy’s hips and legs, tossing them to the floor, leaving Randy hard and naked on the bench. “You gonna fuck me, Cody?”
“Yeah,” he answered. He did a brief scan of the room and found a partially full bottle of baby oil that had been strewn about by one of them. He bent over to pick it up and dumped a fair amount into his hand. With his other hand, he removed his cock from its tight restraints, then proceeded to coat himself with baby oil.
“You gonna fuck me hard?” Randy asked, practically moaning it out.
“Yeah,” Cody replied. With that, he grabbed Randy’s legs and hoisted them all the way to his shoulders. His dick was aligned with Randy’s hole, but instead of pushing his way in, he slipped a finger inside, teasing it around, running it around the rim, driving Randy crazy.
“Just fucking do it, already,” Randy said, his eyes closed, awaiting entrance.
“If you say so.” Cody pulled out his finger, instantly replacing it with the head of his cock. He leaned his body forward, causing his dick to push in deeper, and with a final thrust of his hips, he was all the way inside.
“Fuck!” Randy shouted.
“Shut up!” Cody hissed as he began to pick up a rhythm. His hips were slamming forward pushing his dick in deep with each thrust, hitting Randy’s prostate each time. His balls were slapping Randy’s ass, the flesh on flesh sounds filling the room, mixing with the noises John’s hand was making on its repeated up and down path on Ted’s leaking dick.
Randy’s cock was rock hard and leaking, and he felt that it needed some attention. His right hand worked its way over, but before he could so much as lay a finger on it, Cody slapped his hand hard. “You can’t touch it.”
“Why the fuck not?” Randy asked defiantly.
“Because I said so,” Cody growled. He was in goddamn control, and Randy better recognize that.
Randy glared, but brought his hand back down to regain his grip on the bench. He took a breath, cut short as Cody hit his prostate again, remembering that this was Cody’s time.
The pair had had sex with each other before, but he had never let Cody take him. Yeah, Cody had been on top before, riding him, but Randy had never wanted another person to be inside him apart from John. Until tonight. And he was loving every second of it. He certainly felt different than John, and it was a change after years and years of one man’s dick inside of him, but he reveled in the feel.
Cody’s fingers were digging into his thighs, scratching upwards from time to time, leaving evident red marks along Randy’s skin. Sweat was starting to develop on his forehead and over his body. His fingers dug in deeper as he drew ever closer to orgasm.
Randy was arching off the bench, aching for more. He always needed more. At each thrust of Cody’s dick inside him, he pushed up to take more, to get Cody in deeper. Still his own cock remained untouched, although it was begging for contact. More. That’s what it came down to. More. But he couldn’t get more; not this time. So instead he focused on the pleasure he was receiving from Cody. Every ounce of his being was focused on the movements Cody was making in and out of his body, and his cock twitched as the feelings were intensified.
He tried to fight off his orgasm, hold it in for just a while longer. But he couldn’t. As Cody spilled into Randy, the anger that he was holding for him also dissipated. After pulling himself out with a pop, he smirked down at Randy. Finally, he’d be able to get a little bit more.
Cody dropped to his knees and grabbed Randy’s dick in his hand before leaning forward to take the head of it into his mouth. Randy groaned as the wet warmth surrounded him and arched his back off the bench once more, trying to get even more. Cody moved with the arch, though, not letting any more in. Not yet, anyway.
Ted and John had already gotten each other off, yet they continued to watch on as Cody went down on Randy. They even felt their cocks beginning to stir to life once again. It had been a while since the four of them had done anything like this together, and it seemed as though all of them had been itching for it.
That goddamn tongue of Cody’s was driving Randy up the wall. He hadn’t taken any more than just the head of Randy’s cock into his mouth, and that was frustrating the older man like nobody’s business. And then… nothing. Cody’s mouth had left Randy high and dry. Randy whimpered, but then his breath stopped as he bucked up and came, shooting all over himself. Cody had taken it upon himself to drop down to Randy’s ass and continue to drive Randy crazy as he licked along the cleft, causing Randy to come almost instantly. Even after Randy came, Cody ran his tongue over Randy’s hole, sliding in and out, tasting himself mingled with Randy.
He slid over Randy’s body, kissing a trail upwards until his mouth was latched onto Randy’s. Randy moaned into the kiss, able to taste a mix of Cody and himself, which was absolutely intoxicating. Finally, Cody pushed himself up and swung his leg over the bench and tucked his semi-hard cock back into his trunks.
“Good show, boys,” John said from his spot against the lockers.
Cody scratched behind his head and bit his lower lip. It was easy to forget that he had an audience when he was lost in the moment like he had been.
“Good to know it was appreciated,” Randy replied as he stood up. He walked over to his trunks and bent down to pick them up, absolutely no shame or modesty in his actions. He was an attention whore; it was in his nature.
“Oh, shit, what time is it?” Cody asked as he began searching for his phone. “Ted and I were supposed to go out to dinner with my dad.” When he found it, he noticed there was a missed call from his dad to meet him outside as soon as they were showered and dressed.
“Just douse yourself in some Axe, and maybe get some gum and he’ll be none the wiser as to what happened in here,” Randy suggested as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
“Fuck. We could always cancel…”
“Oh, come on, you’re not canceling on your dad,” Ted said to him. “Just call him back and say that you got caught up with Randy and John in discussing our storyline, or some shit like that and we both lost track of the time,” he reasoned. “Well?”
“Ok, ok, I think that’ll work a little better than Randy’s Axe and gum idea.”
“Whatever. We’ll get out of here, then. Have fun with your dad, Cody. And Ted, have a good time hangin’ with your father in law.”
“He’s not-”
“He totally is,” John said, nodding his head in agreement with Randy. “Even though it’s not official yet, he’s as damn fuckin’ close as you’ll ever get.”
“Yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go shower,” Ted said to Cody, pulling him along behind him.
“Hold on, let me call your father in law first,” Cody teased with a grin all but plastered on his face.