Part 3 of QaF/WWE fic
Title: Untitled Queer as Folk/WWE crossover
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes/Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Cody/other
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Cody is an art student in Pittsburgh, Ted is a business man on a business trip from Florida. Cody grew up in a conservative family, and when he moved to Pittsburgh, he discovers the gay nightlife and embraces it. Ted needs some time to adjust to things.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and the creators of QaF
Word Count: 23,138
A/N: Well, this was meant to be a one shot, but, noting the length, it's going to have to be split up. So as not to overwhelm you guys, I'll split it up as best I can into maybe four parts. Also, please don't let the fact that you've never seen QaF deter you from the fic. As always, I'm soooo nervous that I didn't write this well. So, yeah, enjoy, and let me know how it is. And there's A LOT of sex in this, but it's not all terribly detailed, it's just there because that's life in QaF. And this chapter also has a cameo appearance by 2 other wrestlers. Catch it?
Warnings: Drug use and lots of sex with several different partners
Ted’s woken up several hours later to the sounds of his own grumbling stomach. Sure they fed well in first class, but that can only hold him over for so long. He rolled over and glanced at the clock radio and jolted upright when he noticed it was four o’clock. “Shit,” he muttered. He had been asleep far longer than he expected. No wonder he was hungry. Now he had to go on a food search. While he was at it, he could check out the bars and clubs this place had to offer. Tonight would be a great night to go out on the town, get to know the place a bit. That sounded like an excellent plan.
Getting dressed once again also sounded like an excellent plan. After pulling on his pants, socks and shoes once more, Ted headed to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. Out the front door and to the valet, where he handed over his ticket so the man could retrieve his car. Several minutes later, the car was parked in front of him and the Lexus was his once more.
He decided to cruise around the city for a bit, keeping his eyes open for anything that looked interesting. He drove past a strip of fast food places, but he wanted something more local. His drive went on until a street filled with rainbow flags caught his eye. Now that was certainly interesting… Maybe he could check it out? He shook his head no, trying to get that thought out of his head. He wasn’t interested in going down there. Why should he be? He was straight. Straight men wouldn’t wind up on streets brimming over with rainbows, no fucking way. So he drove on. But he couldn’t get the thought of that damn street out of his head.
“It wouldn’t really hurt to at least go check it out later. No one knows who I am here,” he muttered to himself in the car. He was just… learning how the other side lives, that was all.
Not that he’d ever admit to anyone, including himself on most days, that he had fallen hard for one of his PMD brothers years back. It was the end of rush week in the second semester of his freshman year; everyone who made it through the rushing process was going to get pledged in. After he was officially made a member of Phi Mu Delta, the guys all celebrated by getting wasted off the two, yes two, kegs of beer supplied by the frat. Chad was his big brother for the whole process, and the pair had grown close. But at the end of that night, things got to a point neither one could ever bring themselves to say they really wanted.
Ted’s hand was inside Chad’s jeans, stroking fast and strong along his dick. It took mere minutes in the dark bedroom of the PMD house for Chad to come. He then returned the favor by kicking Ted out of the room and never speaking about that moment again. And that was Ted’s first and only gay experience. He was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing, that was all. Since then he had been the straightest of straight men. In PMD, he made sure to tell the guys about his weekend conquests. Sometimes he can convince himself that it had only been a dream, because why would he want to touch some other guy’s dick? That and he loved fucking chicks.
But, still, it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.
Minutes later, and well past Liberty Ave, Ted found a little restaurant on the side of the road and decided that would be the perfect place to have his dinner.
Now that had been a quality dinner. He left completely satisfied, hunger wise, at least. But he thought it’d be great to go to a small bar and get himself a beer. He climbed into the Lexus and turned out the same way he came in, slowing once he neared Liberty Avenue. “Fuck it,” he told himself and turned down the street.
He drove along, looking on both sides of the street to try and find a nice bar. Ok, maybe this was too much for him to handle. He stared wide eyed as he watched two men dressed all in leather, one with full tattoo sleeves down both arms and a large back piece, the other adorned in large silver chains, enter a building called the Meat Hook. Boy Toy? What the fuck is Boy Toy? No, take that back, he didn’t want to know.
Maybe he should just… turn around? This just wasn’t his scene. But then he spotted it. “Woody’s,” he read from the sign hanging over the bar. There were guys going in there. Regular looking guys. No leather boys in sight. Just some guys in normal, casual clothes going in for a drink. Ok, this might not be so bad, after all.
Finding a parking space on the side of the road, Teddy pulled in and parked the rental. He steeled himself by taking a big breath, and finally stepped out of the car. He crossed the street and walked through the doors of Woody’s. He saw a pool table and there were stools and tables scattered around the place. Over in the far corner was the bar. Look, there were even some chicks in this place, he thought as he noticed, there was a tall, slim woman with long, blonde hair wearing a pair of stilettos standing by the bar. Oh, shit, maybe not. She turned around and leaned back against the bar and that’s when he noticed that she was certainly not a she.
“Hun, you look like a lost little puppy,” came a voice beside him. He glanced to his side and saw a man wearing a skin tight, see through, glittering mesh shirt and tight pants holding a Cosmo in his hand. What had he gotten himself into? “Did you get lost somewhere and stop for directions?”
“Uhh… No, not really… I just… I thought it might be nice to stop and get a drink somewhere…”
A smile just played at the man’s lips as he spoke, “So you just happened to drop by Woody’s?”
“Looked more inviting than the Meat Hook.”
“That place takes a little getting used to. And it takes a special kind to go there. I am not one of them. Name’s Emmett,” he said, sticking out a hand.
“Ted,” he said, taking the offered hand.
“Really? My best friend’s name is Teddy, too! How strange is that?” He started chattering away about his friends, especially Teddy, wrapping an arm around Ted’s shoulders and leading him towards the bar. Where he continued to talk. And talk. And talk. Ted sat there politely and nodded when it was appropriate, still overwhelmed by his surroundings. “You have to come to Babylon with me tonight.”
“Ok?” Teddy agreed before he even knew what he was getting himself into.
Emmett was friendly, yeah… A little too friendly even… But that was just his personality, and his proper Southern boy manners were not lost on Ted. But the more he listened to Emmett talk about Babylon, the more he realized that maybe this offer hadn’t been such a great idea, after all. Maybe it would all be too much for him. But it was his brilliant idea to come down the street, so he had no one to blame for this mess other than himself.
Still, he let himself sit and listen. And drink. One drink led to another and another, and soon he found himself four beers in and down one Cosmo. What? Emmett bought him one, why let good alcohol go to waste? And, damn, it tasted good. Soon enough it was 10 o’clock (holy shit, where did that time go?!), and Emmett and Ted, who had since shown up to meet Em, took Teddy over to their favourite club.
The first step inside was overwhelming, to say the least. He didn’t belong here. He couldn’t do this. He made to turn around and leave, but Em had hold of his wrists and was literally dragging him deeper into the club.
Shit, how did one drunken hand job from his freshman year of college have so much pull on his brain? That was it; this was his way of showing himself that it didn’t mean a damn thing. One drunken fumble couldn’t possibly have more hold over him than his years of getting pussy. Could it? No, now was not the time to question it.
Before he knew what was happening, he was once more standing before a bar. Only this time there were people around him, dancing, kissing… doing… other things… And this time the bartender was shirtless, displaying his nipple piercings and tattoos.
Once again, Ted made to turn around and fucking leave, but he was stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw next. His eyes focused straight on one dancer. Well, there were two dancers on the stand grinding against each other, and you couldn’t see one without the other, but Ted did all he could to block out the other man in the picture. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick. Holy fucking shit, what was happening to him? He couldn’t be getting turned on by this, by that guy over there.
Down in the crowd on the dance floor, Brian and Justin danced together, gathering an audience at their suggestive moves. Cody was up on his small stand, dressed as a police officer, handcuffs included, courtesy of Brian. Because even though Brian Kinney had him once, never to be fucked by him again, Justin and Cody had hit it off. And Justin kindly persuaded Brian to loan Cody his cuffs for Babylon’s cop theme that night.
Cody was lost in the sea of music and E, feeling the beat take him over, letting the pure sex running through him radiate from his body. Yeah, he was a crowd favourite, for sure.
Ted was drawn to this man dancing with no inhibitions whatsoever. He moved in, weaving in and out of the crowd of people, needing to get closer. But not too close. No, he couldn’t let himself get too close, because he didn’t know what kinds of things that would lead to. The things they could do with the handcuffs…
Brian looked over Justin’s shoulder and saw an attractive blonde man standing not too far from him. Normally when Brian Kinney looked at a person, they looked back. But not this man. No, he had his eyes on one thing, and one thing only. Brian let his eyes follow in the direction of Ted’s and smirked when he found the target: Cody. “That guy over there is cruising Cody,” he said to Justin, turning his body around, keeping his hips pressed into Justin’s back.
Justin let his eyes follow to where Brian was pointing and saw there was someone cruising Cody. He was shocked that guy wasn’t even looking anywhere else, not even at Brian, which was amazing, and practically unheard of. “Why isn’t he making a move?”
“Not everyone can be as outgoing as you on their first night out.”
“Very funny. I was leaning against a light post when we met; I wouldn’t call that too outgoing. But, really, Cody needs to have a little fun. A change of scene would be good for him. And you need to let Cody have him if he does come closer. You can have him some other time.”
“Why, Justin, are you trying to deny me a piece of hot, virgin ass?”
“Well, it’s not like he’s interested in you, anyway.” Brian raised an eyebrow, but Justin continued, “Just look at how he’s staring. He’s totally got a boner.”
“So do you,” Brian informed him as he dropped his hand to Justin’s dick.
“Well, would you look at that? I think I need someone to take care of that for me. But why don’t you tell Cody about his little audience over there?”
Slowly Brian began to move himself and Justin towards Cody, their attention off of Ted for a few brief seconds. Once his back was against the stand, he tilted his head back and said to Cody, “You’ve got an admirer.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Cody replied back, raising an eyebrow at Brian as another bill was stuffed into his boots.
“This one’s different,” Brian tells him. He scanned the crowd, looking for the man he had just seen, but he wasn’t there anymore. “SHIT!” he shouts, causing several people close by to glance in his direction for all of two seconds.
“What?”
“He’s gone.”
“What was so different about him, anyway?”
Brian crooked his finger, gesturing for Cody to bend forward. “I think he’s a virgin.”
“Ass,” Cody snorted as he stood back up to continue with his dancing.
“What? That was a man who had never been buttfucked before; I know these things. And he wanted you to pop his cherry.”
Ted couldn’t take it in there any longer. He HAD to get out quick. Any longer, and who knows what he would have let himself do. He pushed out the doors and ran onto the street, breathing heavily. What the fuck was going on with him? He suddenly felt perfectly sober. He got into the Lexus and drove out of Liberty Ave with no plans to return. No way, not if it made him feel like that. How did one little glance at that dancer suddenly make him want to get handcuffed to a bed while getting fucked by him? It didn’t make sense. He was attracted to women, dammit!
‘If you’re attracted to women, why’d you come down here in the first place?’ a tiny voice in the back of his head asked himself.
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered out loud as he drove back to the hotel.
He had a full day to clear his head and steer clear of that street. For once he wanted to think about his presentation. He spent the entire day planning his pitch, answering any questions he thought might possibly come up. He rehearsed and practiced until he had his shit down.
And the next day as he stood in front of Brian Kinney, head of Kinnetik, all his shit from yesterday went out the window.
“Why do you want us to create an ad campaign for you?” Brian asked, leaning back in his black swivel chair. “What makes your,” he held up a bottle of the rum flavored with a hint of lime and examined it before glancing back up and looking directly into Ted’s eyes, finishing his question with a cool voice, “rum any different from the brand next to it on the shelf?” He recognized this man from two nights ago at Babylon, having no idea this would be the same man who had scheduled an appointment with him. This should be fun.
“Taste,” he blurted out. Taste? Really? That’s the best he could come up with? Shit.
“Taste?” Brian repeated, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Do you really think the people out there give two shits about what their rum tastes like? Honestly, do you think someone will pick up a bottle and say to themselves, ‘This is supposed to be the best tasting drink out there. I can tell just by looking at this bottle. Let me buy some, because it just looks delicious.’ Taste won’t get you anywhere.”
“We really do have the best quality drink out there,” Ted continued. On the inside, however, he was banging his head on the table in front of him for his downright stupid answers. He saw Brian was about to cut in once more, so before he could get another word in, Ted said, “Sex.”
“Sex?” Brian seemed pleased with that answer. Best to continue on that train of thought.
“Yes. Sex. What’s sexier than sitting on a secluded beach sipping on a cold drink next to a warm body? Our rums, while of great quality and amazing taste, promote sex.” Christ, his boss was going to have his ass for this.
“We can work with this. I can see it now: bottles of your rum on the shelves with a picture of a ripped man wearing a bathing suit slung low on the hips, a mojito in his hands as he stands on the beach. Better yet, billboards lining the streets could be promoting your product. And then there are the commercials.”
“Wouldn’t we use women on the ads?” Ted questioned, somewhat hesitantly.
Brian raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want the campaign-”
“No! I was just curious, that’s all.”
“Because you need to appeal to everyone. If you use a half naked woman, other women will see it and be jealous, they won’t buy the product to become like the chick on the bottle, no, they’ll just move on down the line to something else. Sure, straight me will buy it, but that’ll be the only market you have. However, if you use a man, men will see this man and want to be him. Women will see him and want to be with him. And gay men will want both.”
“Gay men?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Brian asked, leaning forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes glaring into his. “Do you not want the fags of America to buy your product?”
“Not at all! Have a problem, that is. We want to sell to as many people as we can; money is money, no matter who it comes from.”
“Good.” He stood from his seat and walked over to Ted, extending his hand in a friendly shake. “Mr. DiBiase, you now have an advertising campaign.”
Holy fucking Christ, he did it! He got the ad. Maybe it wasn’t the ad they were going for, but who the fuck cared? They settled on a price and signed all the necessary paperwork, and that was that.
“I think you and I should go celebrate this new partnership, don’t you?” Brian asked just before Ted left the conference room.
Ted turned back around, smiled and nodded as he said, “Sure.”
“Great. I’ll have a car get you at your hotel at around, say, 9 o’clock? That’ll give you some time to relax. And to change into something a little more casual.” Truth was, he didn’t have a company car or company driver. But he did have an employee with a Mercedes-Benz. He couldn’t believe he was passing up the chance to fuck Ted’s brains out right now. The things he did for Justin and that kid’s friends…
“Sounds good.” Ted couldn’t help but feel like this guy was hitting on him. But… Nah, he was just taking too much stock in his trip to Babylon the other night. No one knew who he was around here; he would have been just another face in the crowd.
“Perfect. I know just the place we can go for a few celebratory drinks. Have a nice day.”
“Thank you. You, as well.”
“See you later,” he said with a smirk.
And with that, he left the room and headed back out, his boss’ number already punched in his phone so he could pass on the good news. He’d just skim over that whole bit about the entire campaign being based on sex. The point was that they got the ad, that was the important thing here.
Cody swore to himself he would never take another 8 am class again. Working until 3 am was not conducive to an 8 am class. The past two nights had been exhausting, and he was still feeling it in his body. He was also starting to wonder about his drug usage. He felt good, no, he felt amazing when he was high, but after he came down, he felt like crap. But maybe he’d get used to it. He had only just started using; maybe all it took was some time to get used to the extremes he felt.
There was no way he’d cut back on the sex, though. No way in HELL he was cutting down on the sex. Two nights ago, officer night at Babylon, he had Zack’s hands cuffed together behind his back, the cuffs hooked behind the middle bar of the platform on which they danced, leaving Zack unable to move. And there, right in front of everyone, proceeded to go down on him. Last night he fucked Zack on the platform in the middle of the crowd to cheers all around. And he managed to keep in time with the music, at that. Damn, there was nothing like performing in front of a crowd.
Now, though, Cody was forever grateful for his lack of Friday classes. It actually gave him time to catch up on some much needed sleep. His roommate had since moved out to live with a friend whose roommate had dropped out of school. Something else he was grateful for. He smiled and leaned back onto his pillows, the newest issue of Rage in his hands as he thought about tonight. Should be a good night at Babylon, he could tell.
Back at his apartment, Brian sat on the couch as he spoke to Justin about his day. “You’ll never believe who was at Kinnetik today.”
“Why don’t you tell me, then we can find out if I believe it, or not.”
“Cody’s cruiser.”
“You mean from the other night at Babylon?”
“That would be correct.”
“You didn’t fuck him in the bathroom, did you?”
“What kind of man do you take me for, Justin? One that only thinks with his dick? Give me a little credit.”
Justin sat down next to him on the couch, grabbing Brian’s chin and looking him directly in the eye. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck him.”
“No, I didn’t. In fact, I invited him out for drinks. One of my desk attendants is picking him up in his Benz and, unbeknownst to Ted, dropping him off at Babylon, where Cody will proceed to fuck him.”
Justin didn’t even try to fight the smile that erupted on his face. “I knew you had a heart in there somewhere.”
“Well, Cody owes me. Next time you talk to him, let him know that I’ll need him to draw some shit for an upcoming ad campaign and we’ll be even.”
Ted was once more in his hotel room, but this time he wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t fidgeting, no, he was thrilled. He came through. He got the campaign his company was looking for, kind of, and soon they would be a major success. And in a few hours, he would be going out with the fucking owner of Kinnetik. How could he not be feeling fucking fantastic?
Dressed in deep blue jeans and a white button down shirt, Ted headed to the lobby to sit around for a few minutes while he waited for the car to come get him to take him to wherever he was going.
At five of nine, Ted exited through the front doors, and two minutes later, a black Mercedes pulled up. A driver stepped out and walked around the front of the car. “Mr. DiBiase?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
The driver then opened the back passenger door to the car, gesturing for Ted to get in, which he did.
“Mr. Kinney will be waiting for you there,” he told Ted once he had the car in drive and was on his way to Liberty Ave.
For the first few minutes of the drive, Ted looked out the window, watching the passing lights of cars and buildings before staring down at his hands for the remaining portion of the trip. He felt the car slow and he finally glanced out the window. Oh, what the fuck was this? What the hell where they doing here?! “Why are we here?”
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he said as he unlocked the doors.
Ted’s just about to demand he be brought back to his hotel when his door was opened and a smiling Brian Kinney stood in front of him. “I was wondering what took you so long. Well, aren’t you coming?”
“Uhh…”
Brian stepped back, leaving room for Ted to get out. Shit, he had just gotten the biggest deal for his company. There was no way he could turn away now. Guess he had to reenter Babylon.
“So, why are we here?” Ted asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
“What? Don’t you like it here?” They walked through the doors and into the dance club. That’s when Brian grabbed Ted’s shoulders and spoke into his ear as he pushed them deeper into the mass of people, “You seemed to enjoy yourself here the other night.”
Ted’s eyes grew wide. No. There was no way that he had been seen. But, well, he had been. “How did you…?”
“I looked at you,” Brian said as he moved them down even more, approaching the dancers near the floor, “and you didn’t look back. However,” he continued, turning Ted directly towards Cody, “I did see who you were looking at.”
Once again Ted was enraptured by the young man in front of him. He was an angel, and it was the most wondrous sight he had ever seen. The wings moved with his body, dancing along behind him. There was a golden halo perched on his head, reflecting the light when it was struck just right. And then there was the white thong the man had on, doing little to hide the painfully obvious erection.
Leaving Ted to stare, Brian called up to Cody, “I found your admirer.”
“You did? Where is he, then?”
“Right there.” He points out Ted in the crowd, and when he turned around, he saw that Cody had stopped moving.
“I’m taking my break,” he says to Zack, the Devil to his angel, who nods in return.
Cody literally climbed over the bars and hopped down to the floor below, heading straight for the blonde man who continued to stare, their eyes never leaving each other once. However, the closer he got, the more tension he felt radiating from the other man. So he danced. He moved his hips, letting his arms drape over Ted’s shoulders once he was close enough.
“You can move, ya know,” Cody said. He let his hands slide down Ted’s arms, finally resting them on Ted’s hips. With his hands on hips, he starts to move, his motions carrying over to Ted. “Loosen up. Let yourself go.”
Ted was still frozen. He honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. They just saw each other, they didn’t even know each other’s names and yet… Yet this somehow felt right. Woah, ok, maybe, yeah, that wasn’t so right. Cody had just slipped his hands from Ted’s hips into the back pockets of his jeans. With his hands in a new location, Cody used them to pull Ted’s body close to his, grinding his hard cock against Ted’s crotch, eliciting a groan. So maybe it wasn’t that bad.
Cody smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly to Ted’s as he asked, “What’s your name?”
“Ted,” he answered. “Yours?”
“Cody,” he replied just before he took Ted’s lower lip between his teeth and nibbled lightly.
Ted had his eyes wide open, so utterly confused. This wasn’t happening. This was not happening. But then Cody opened his eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, and that’s when Ted knew that, yeah, this was happening. In a flash, the kiss was deepened as Cody pressed their lips together harder, slipping his tongue into Ted’s mouth. His hands snaked around Cody’s body and gripped onto the wings in the middle of his back. Now this was a kiss. It was nothing like a woman, not at all. This was all driven by lust, and it was hard and fast and hot.
Suddenly there was a leg hooking around Ted’s own and he could feel the smirk forming on Cody’s lips. Ted’s cock was growing, and his jeans were starting to become uncomfortable. Cody took notice as he ground his crotch forward. He let one hand slide over Ted’s hip, a single finger slipping underneath Ted’s shirt to graze over his hot skin until he reached his destination: the button on the front of Ted’s jeans. He popped it open, never removing his mouth from Ted’s, and slid the zipper down, freeing Ted’s dick.
Ted, however, was freaked the hell out. He pulled back from the kiss, from Cody, and made to tuck his dick back inside his pants, trying to will it down from its present state to little avail. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Cody looked hurt. Didn’t Ted want to do this? “I thought… Didn’t you want some help with that?” he asked pointing to Ted’s cock.
Well, yeah, that was pretty obvious. But there were people around. There were people around everywhere. “People are looking at us.”
“No, they’re not. Well, ok, maybe they are, but trust me, no one’s gonna care. People come here for two reasons: to have fun and get laid. If they’re not getting laid, then they’re out here having fun, looking to get laid. If anyone does look over and does happen to care, it’s only because you’re the one that’s getting me, not them.”
“Sounds so strange coming from a man sporting a halo and angel wings.”
“Want me to take them off?”
“No.” Ted bit his lower lip as his hand reached out and grabbed hold of Cody’s wrist, guiding his hand back down to his still hard cock. He breathed in sharp through his nose at the contact.
“We can go to the back, if you want,” Cody told him. Maybe he’d be a little less freaked out if they went somewhere darker where absolutely no one would pay them any mind.
“No. No, right here is fine.” He was going to do this, dammit, going to dive in head first and totally immerse himself in what Cody had to offer.
Cody stepped in closer and wrapped his hand around Ted’s dick through the loose fabric of his boxers. He slid his hand down, moving the cloth with him, and he could see Ted shivering from pleasure. Bending his head forward, Cody began kissing Ted’s neck, scattering it with light nips of his teeth. Ted tilted his head to the side, giving Cody more access, and his own hands once again found their way to the angel wings.
“Can I fuck you?” Cody asked through his kisses.
Ted tensed up. What was he supposed to say to that? ‘SAY YES!’ his body screamed at him. ‘No. No, no, no, things were not meant to be stuck up there,’ his mind reasoned. But that other little voice in his head, the one that told him to stop here in the first place two days ago said, ‘How do you know what it’s like? Maybe you’ll even enjoy it. Never know until you try.’
At the lack of response, Cody thought he had scared him off, overwhelmed him. He suddenly pulled his hand off and stepped back. “I… I should get back to work.”
“Yes,” Ted blurted out.
Yes, what? Yes, Ted wanted him to go back to work and never see him again, or yes, Ted wanted him to…? Most likely the former, but he had to know for sure. “Yes?”
Ted drew in a deep breath and slowly breathed out. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.” Holy shit, he said it. There it was, out in the open. Theodore Marvin DiBiase, Jr. had just told another man he wanted to get fucked up the ass. He couldn’t believe it himself. “Unless you really do need to get back to work…”
“I can take the rest of the night off; I’ll just pick up another shift some other day.” Cody glanced around him and spotted Brian and Justin. “Come with me.” Cody began walking towards the pair, currently dancing together, their tongues down each other’s throats. Ted followed behind, suddenly remembering that he had actually been invited here by Brian. Cody tapped Brian on the shoulder, who broke his kiss and turned to look at him, thoroughly annoyed. “Keep an eye on him. I’m going to talk to my boss about taking the night off.”
“Well, would you look at that, you’re quite the match maker,” Justin said to him.
“Please, all I was doing was giving Cody a fabulous night of hot sex.”
“Is he why you wanted me to come here?” Ted asked Brian.
“Don’t you want him?”
“Is this the only reason you offered to do our ad?”
“So I could get you laid? I don’t think so. I just feel like alcohol is a product I can really get behind.”
“But you really saw me here the other night?”
“Yeah.” A smirk. “And Emmett told me he met this, how did he put it? ‘Met this cute little twink named Teddy in Woody’s and brought him out, but he ran off so quickly that I lost track of him.’ But even if I hadn’t seen you, even if Emmett hadn’t told me anything about you, I could see through your act. You wear your fraternity ring like it’s some kind of key into the world of the heterosexual, when I’d bet anything that same fraternity is when you first came to realize that you got off to a big, fat cock, not a huge set of tits.” Ted only stared back at him, his mouth slightly agape. “See what I mean? You’re so transparent.”
Cody was soon standing next to Ted, only this time he had on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting shirt. “So, where are we going?”
“I’m staying at the Radisson.”
“Looks like we’re going there, then.”
“Have fun, boys,” Brian said to them.
Cody shot him a killer smirk and waved bye to Justin as he followed Ted out of Babylon. They had to catch a taxi over to the hotel, but they didn’t care. All they cared about were the things that were soon to come. In a matter of minutes, the cab was pulling into the front of the hotel, and Ted threw some cash at the driver and told him to keep the change.
The woman at the front desk gave them both a strange look as they walked past her, and it looked like she was biting her tongue.
“I think she thinks you’re a prostitute.”
Cody turned his head around to look at her, cocking his eyebrow and smirking as Ted pushed the button for the elevator. The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, and the doors opened for them. To room 726.
As Cody presses him against the wall, attacking his neck once more, Ted confesses, “I’ve never done this with a guy.”
“I know,” Cody tells him. “You ever done anything with a guy before, or have you always been the manly man out getting pussy every night?”
“Back in college… I gave one of my frat brothers a hand job.” His hands were under Cody’s shirt, loving the feel of the muscles moving beneath his finger tips. “That’s it, though.”
“Nothing in return for your efforts?”
“No… I’m just lucky I didn’t get kicked out, but I think he was too ashamed he let some guy jack him off to rat on me, anyway.”
“Well, Ted, tonight you’ll finally get something back.”
The doors once more opened for them, and they stepped out, Ted leading the way to his hotel room. He slid his card and the door unlocked. He pushed it open, letting Cody inside first and followed behind, flipping the extra lock over.
“Go sit on the bed,” Cody says, clutching his bag in his hands in front of him. “Don’t do anything, though.”
“Can I at least take my shoes and socks off?”
“Ok, but that’s it. I mean it. Don’t make me drag you to the Meat Hook.”
“That place with-”
“Leather paradise,” Cody cuts him off. “I’ll be right back out.” With that, he headed into the bathroom, his bag still in hand. In the bathroom, he kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks. He then strips off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just the thong he had on earlier. From out of his bag he pulled the wings and slipped them on. Finally, he took the halo out and perched it atop his head. Smirking at himself in the mirror, he nods and leaves the room. Before Ted can see him, he reaches into the bag and grabs a condom and a tube of lube and holds them in one hand, his bag in the other. Finally he turned the corner, coming into full view. He walked slowly over to the bed, tossing his bag on a low drawer, watching Ted the entire time.
Ted’s jaw dropped the second Cody emerged from the bathroom and rounded that corner. “You brought the wings,” he managed to say, utterly shocked and awed by the man before him.
“Well, you seemed to like them.”
All Ted could muster was a nod.
Cody crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, working his way up. He let his body rest on top of Ted’s as he began kissing him, kissing his neck and face and the small patch of skin that the button down shirt revealed.
“How old are you, anyway?” Ted asked out of curiosity. He looked awful young.
“Eighteen,” he answered honestly. He was of legal consenting age, what else mattered? “That too young for ya?”
“I have seven years on you.”
“Ooo, a whole seven years. That’s no big deal, and you’re certainly not the oldest guy I’ve fucked. Now, please, can you just shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on all these years?”
Ted nodded.
“Good.” Cody sat up, his legs straddling Ted’s hips. He placed his hands on Ted’s cheeks, leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ted’s lips. He sat back up once again, and this time let his hands start on a downward path. Over Ted’s neck and shoulders, over his throat and finally to the open V the two buttons Ted left unbuttoned revealed on his chest. Cody ran the whole of his hand up and down that patch of skin over and over, wanting more, but reveling in what he had. “Keep your eyes open.”
Ted had let his eyes flutter shut, and when he opened them he was once again lost in Cody’s brilliant blue eyes. Without even realizing what he’s saying, Ted begins to whisper as his hand drifts up and caresses Cody’s face, “You’ve got the nicest eyes I’ve ever seen.” A quick change of the subject, “I’m scared. I’m scared of what my family would think if they found out. I’m scared about what kinds of feelings this will wake up inside me.”
Cody gives him a sad smile of empathy. “My dad hates me because I’m gay. But, you know what? There’s nothing either of us can do about it. I am who I am. Don’t be scared of the new feelings; embrace them. Let yourself go, Ted. Anyone says otherwise? I say fuck them.” Cody pops the next button from the top of the shirt, revealing a little more skin than he had earlier. His hands didn’t ignore the newly exposed skin, no, Cody let his hands roam over everywhere he could touch before popping open the next button, this time going for the very bottom one. He smiled upon seeing that little bit of tummy. It was so smooth and absolutely perfect, and he had to kiss it. He bent forward, placing small kissing everywhere, popping open the next button from the bottom, this time exposing belly button.
Damn, Cody had never spent this much time on a man’s chest and stomach before. Hell, most of the time they didn’t even bother with foreplay, jumping straight to sex more often than not. Not that sex was a bad thing, but he started to realize how nice this was. Just this, making the person he was with feel good without sticking his dick inside him or vice versa.
Shit, this felt so good. No one had ever touched him like this. Mainly because he never let them. Before it had always been about sex. In and out. Ted had never been able to hold down a girlfriend, always ready to move on to bigger and better things. But this? He knew he found his bigger and better thing, but could this be it for him? Is this why he could never hold down a girlfriend, because he was gay? “Holy shit, I’m gay,” he said out of nowhere.
Cody raised his head from where his tongue had been dipping in and out of Ted’s belly button, and gave him an amused smile. “What could have clued you in on that one?”
Ted reached a hand out and ran it through Cody’s hair as he answered, “You.”
The smile grew, and Cody glanced down to Ted’s torso as he popped the last two remaining buttons in the center of the shirt. His fingers grazed the outlines of the six pack defining Ted’s abs, loving that he was the one making those muscles tense and relax under his touch. “Sit up.”
Ted did so, and Cody pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and Ted finished by pulling it off over his hands and tossing it to the floor. “You’ve got such a nice body.”
“Can I touch you?” Ted asked.
“Of course.”
Ted reached his hand up, pressing his palm flat to Cody’s chest. It was hard, muscular. His other hand came up to Cody’s chest, as well, and he ran them up to Cody’s shoulders and back down over his pectorals and down his solid stomach and back up over his ribs. This was the polar opposite of a woman, no soft breasts or light curves here, no, only solid muscle. And he found that the more he touched Cody’s body, the more he liked it. His hands drifted lower, his fingers tracing the indented hip lines, like an arrow directing him towards his target. It had been years since his hand was on another man’s dick. He had only been nineteen years old, a freshman in college, and that ended so terribly. Not, this, though. This time as his hand brushed over Cody’s dick he knew that both parties wanted this like their lives depended on it. And, in a way, Ted’s life did depend on this moment. He couldn’t be left hanging again. A new sense of awakening was stirring inside him, a new way of life, and Ted knew he’d never be the same after this.
Cody bent forward, capturing Ted’s mouth in a kiss again as Ted continued to rub his hand over Cody’s cock. “You still doing ok?”
“Never been better.”
“You’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“You can take care of that, can’t you?”
“Yeah.” Cody sat back on his heels and trailed his hands down Ted’s torso until they were resting on the edge of Ted’s jeans. With the button undone and the zipper pulled down, Cody was once again able to touch and hold Ted’s dick in his hand. “How’s that feel?”
Once again, he could tell the difference between Cody’s hand and a woman’s. The grip was strong, knowing, confident. “Real good.”
Removing his hand from Ted’s cock, Cody said, “Lift your hips.”
Ted did as he was told. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately… As he did, Cody grabbed his jeans and boxers, pulling them off his body and tossing them to the floor, leaving Ted completely naked underneath him.
“So, the choice is yours, Teddy. You said no other man has ever touched you, so tell me what you want. Do you want me to bend down right now and take your dick into my mouth, down my throat, or do you want me to fuck you? Do you want the first real blow job of your life, or do you want to see what it’s like to get the shit fucked out of you? Before you make your decision, though, you gotta know that both options feel fucking amazing.”
What did he want? Ted admitted to himself he wasn’t a very patient person, and everything Cody had been doing to him so far had been driving him crazy, and all he was doing was touching him. That was it; kisses and touches, and yet his cock was still hard and leaking. But how long did he actually have here? How long did he get with Cody? He could get that blowjob later if they were both up for it… “Fuck me.” He had gotten blowjobs before, but at that moment, he needed to know how it’d feel to have this man inside of him. “And the wings stay on.”
“Of course they do.” Cody loved the irony behind it all. Here he was, dressed as an angel, about to have sex with this man lying beneath him. It was beautiful. He shimmied downwards until he was now kneeling over Ted’s legs. Dropping his hands down to behind Ted’s knees, Cody pushed them upwards, and Ted took the hint, drawing his feet in closer to his body. Then, hands on both Ted’s knees, he said, “Now bring your knees to your shoulders,” as he pushed forward.
With Ted’s legs up and his ass exposed, Cody tore open the condom and pulled his dick out over the top of his thong and rolled it onto himself. He flipped open the tube of lube he brought out earlier and squirted some onto his fingers, two of which he began pushing inside of Ted. He saw the cringe of pain on Ted’s face, but he pressed on, his fingers going in deeper, eventually brushing his prostate. Ted’s eyes flew open as a jolt of pleasure was sent straight to his dick.
“Ok, you ready for me?” Cody asked him, squirting some more of the lube on his dick.
“It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“Wouldn’t be normal if it didn’t hurt a little.” And then he lined himself up and pushed forward, and within seconds he was completely inside.
“Fuck!” Ted groaned out of pain more than anything else. Ok, yeah, that hurt. That hurt a lot. Even as Cody began to draw his hips back, he was still in pain. But then when Cody thrust forward, he also leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, and Ted’s legs found themselves over Cody’s shoulders, hooking at the ankles behind his neck. The kissing helped; he found that it was a pleasant distraction from the dick currently getting slammed up his ass. But he also found that the more that Cody moved, the more the pain dissipated, and the better it felt. Oh, now that was nice, he thought as Cody’s fingers brushed over his dick, finally taking it in a firm grip and stroking up and down, using Ted’s own precum to help with his hand’s journey.
Cody made to sit up again, but Ted wouldn’t let him move. He kept his ankles hooked and used his legs to make sure Cody didn’t go too far. Unable to resist, Ted raised one of his hands out of their death grip on the sheets and ran a single finger along the whole of the halo. His other hand released its grip, as well, and he clasped his hands behind Cody’s head, drawing him down for another kiss. One hand then drifted down Cody’s back and ran along the length of a single wing.
The thrusts continued deep into Ted, and both men were moaning at this point. Ted had not only gotten used to the feeling, he was actually encouraging Cody forward. Releasing the wing, Teddy raked his short nails up Cody’s back, digging his fingers in at his shoulders.
Cody arched back and his grip on Ted’s cock tightened as the fingers were scratched up his back, the mix of the light pain that brought and the pleasure of the tight heat surrounding his dick was wonderful. “Oh, fuck, do that again,” he muttered into Ted’s mouth.
So he did. Ted dropped his hands back down to the top of the wings, this time scratching outwards and around to Cody’s front and up and over his chest, scraping over Cody’s hard nipples, eliciting, was that a whimper? from the younger man. He did it again, scraping his nails down Cody’s chest, and determined that was, indeed, a whimper. Fuck, he really had been missing out when it came to sex. He’d never dream of doing something like that to a woman. But Cody was enjoying it. Every fucking second of it.
When he went to rake his nails over Cody once more, he had his hands batted away. “My turn,” Cody growled. He let his entire hand run down Ted’s chest and stomach, and then followed the same path up. On the return trip down, he let his nails scratch everywhere he could reach, down Ted’s pectorals and abs, and the feel of the muscles contracting under his touches was turning him on even further.
Both of them were getting close to completion. Ted’s cock was leaking like crazy, and Cody’s thrusts were getting wilder, less rhythm to them. Cody leaned down, taking Ted’s mouth in a kiss, and Ted’s hands once again gripped onto the wings as Cody began to come. Still moving his hand over Ted’s cock, Cody pulled out and turned all his focus to getting Ted off. He shuffled down and licked a single line up the underside of Ted’s dick and suddenly Ted bucked up and shot over Cody’s face.
Cody rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. In there, he tossed out the used condom and grabbed a facecloth. He cleaned his face quickly and brought it out to Ted, handing it over to him. “Here.”
Ted took the cloth and cleaned off his stomach and tossed the dirty cloth to the corner of the bed. “Thanks.”
Sitting back down on the bed, Cody smiled. “So… How was that?”
“That was good. Real good.” He looked downwards, catching a glimpse of Cody’s chest, and he saw the red marks developing from the scratches he made earlier. With a quick look, he noticed matching scratch marks forming on his own body. “Damn, look at you.”
“Look at you.”
“Cody…” Ted began speaking, but he didn’t know what to say. Well, he did, but he didn’t know how to say it. “Cody, this thing… When will… I mean, will I ever… Do you know if I’ll ever see you again?”
“I don’t know. Will we?”
“Did you want to?”
“Wouldn’t object.”
“I don’t know how I can see you again. I’m here on business from Florida.”
“We’re neighbours,” Cody said with a laugh. “I’m from Georgia. I’m here for art school.”
“Wow.”
“Maybe I’ll draw you some day...” Ted gave him a smile, and he couldn’t help but return it. But then he asked, “Honestly, Teddy, can you tell me why you’d ever want to see me again?”
Ted reached out his hand and grabbed Cody’s wrist, pulling him in close. “Honestly? I’d like to see you again because… Because you made me realize something about myself that I hadn’t thought of since I was your age. And tonight, well, tonight was something amazing and new and incredible.” Ted’s smile grew as he straightened the now lopsided wings on Cody’s back and added, “My angel.”
Cody was absolutely stunned. Did he hear correctly? ‘My angel’? Holy shit, what was going on here? First there was the fact that he really, really wanted to see Ted again, and more often than not, Cody was the type to fuck ‘em once and never look back. But then came Ted. Then, well, there was the fact that he felt something with Ted. He hadn’t even been high tonight, yet this was the best sex he had in his life. Maybe it was because he had a clear head for the first night in a long time, but he didn’t think that’s what it was. This had, somehow, become much more than a fuck. This was something honest, something real. He needed to know, “When will I see you again?”
“I’ll be coming here from time to time to work on the ads, see how everything is coming along. My boss is old fashioned, doesn’t like to do anything with computers, so when we have any ad campaign going on, he likes someone there in person to see how it’s progressing.”
“But that’s not gonna take too long. I mean… After that… This isn’t fucking fair. I finally find one guy that’s not just about sex, and he’s the one that’s getting taken away.”
“And I finally let myself be with a guy after years of telling myself that I just made one fucked up mistake in college, yet I still feel like both times I got fucked over by the outcome.”
Cody lay down on his side, patting the pillow next to him, gesturing for Ted to do the same. Ted lay down facing Cody and pulled his body in, hooking his leg over Cody’s and tucking Cody’s head under his chin. “Things will work out.”
“I never left the South until a few weeks ago. Twenty five years old and I’ve been to six states in my life counting Florida, where I was fucking born and raised.”
“I never left Georgia.”
“Georgia’s one of those states I have been to. On a road trip to visit relatives. I need to get out of Florida. The company I work for, they’re great, but I interned there and I’ve been working there for a few years, but I need a change of scene. I need to be somewhere better for me.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that once I’m done with this ad campaign, I’m going to look into jobs in Pittsburgh.”
Cody didn’t even try to fight the smile that broke out over his face. “Brian. Justin told me he’s been thinking about hiring a business consultant to work with his clients and sit with him at his business meetings and things like that.”
“I’ll let him know that I’m interested in the position.”
Cody leaned in and pressed his lips to Ted’s, still smiling. “Good.”
The following morning, after finding out what other positions Ted was interested in, Cody was introduced to Ted’s rental Lexus as Ted offered to drive Cody wherever he needed to go before he headed off to the airport. “Now this is a car,” Ted said as he walked around to the driver’s side. He unlocked the doors and both men got inside, both admiring the interior.
“Stop at Kinnetik first.”
He did, and he stepped into the building, finding Brian as he grabbed a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Theodore,” Brian greeted.
“Hello. Cody was telling me last night that… Well, ok, I was telling him that I wanted a change of scenery, get out of Florida, and he said that someone, Justin, I think, told him that you were looking for a business consultant, and I was wondering if that was still an option,” he said in one giant rush of breath.
“Do you have a résumé?”
“Yeah, of course I do,” Ted said, grabbing the folder he brought with him when he made his presentation. He handed a copy over, and Brian took it in his hands, glancing at it briefly.
“I’ll look this over and let you know. I’ll be seeing you soon, anyway, am I right? Ad follow up, and all that.”
“Yeah, right. Thank you so much.”
“Of course. How was Cody, anyway? He was fantastic when I had him.” Ted’s eyes widened in shock. Cody had been with Brian? “What, didn’t you know I fucked him?” Brian looked out through the front doors and quirked an eyebrow when he saw Cody sitting up in the front seat of the car. “You brought him with you?”
“I said I’d bring him wherever he needed to go.”
“Does it bother you knowing that he had sex with your potential boss?”
“Well, I know he’s had- Wait, potential boss? You’re actually considering hiring me?”
“I told you I’d look your résumé over, didn’t I?”
“Yeah… you did.”
“And how was Cody?”
“It was great. He was amazing.”
Brian’s eyes once more flicked over the résumé he held in his hands, noting his credentials. Impressive, certainly. And he could tell that Ted had, God, he couldn’t believe he was even thinking this, fallen for Cody. “Make sure you give your boss your two week’s notice when you get back.” Would he be Brian Kinney if didn’t make spur of the minute decisions? Exactly.
Once again, Ted was stunned. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kinney.”
“It’s Brian. And next time you’re in town, why don’t you bring Cody over to my place so the both of you can thank me properly.”
“Sounds… great,” Ted answered with a smile. This trip had really been something else. He had a new job waiting for him and a… what was Cody, anyway? They weren’t boyfriends, were they? Lovers? Ugh, no, that didn’t even sound right in Ted’s head. That’s when he decided. He had his Cody, his angel, plain and simple.
Back to Part 2
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes/Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Cody/other
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Cody is an art student in Pittsburgh, Ted is a business man on a business trip from Florida. Cody grew up in a conservative family, and when he moved to Pittsburgh, he discovers the gay nightlife and embraces it. Ted needs some time to adjust to things.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and the creators of QaF
Word Count: 23,138
A/N: Well, this was meant to be a one shot, but, noting the length, it's going to have to be split up. So as not to overwhelm you guys, I'll split it up as best I can into maybe four parts. Also, please don't let the fact that you've never seen QaF deter you from the fic. As always, I'm soooo nervous that I didn't write this well. So, yeah, enjoy, and let me know how it is. And there's A LOT of sex in this, but it's not all terribly detailed, it's just there because that's life in QaF. And this chapter also has a cameo appearance by 2 other wrestlers. Catch it?
Warnings: Drug use and lots of sex with several different partners
Ted’s woken up several hours later to the sounds of his own grumbling stomach. Sure they fed well in first class, but that can only hold him over for so long. He rolled over and glanced at the clock radio and jolted upright when he noticed it was four o’clock. “Shit,” he muttered. He had been asleep far longer than he expected. No wonder he was hungry. Now he had to go on a food search. While he was at it, he could check out the bars and clubs this place had to offer. Tonight would be a great night to go out on the town, get to know the place a bit. That sounded like an excellent plan.
Getting dressed once again also sounded like an excellent plan. After pulling on his pants, socks and shoes once more, Ted headed to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. Out the front door and to the valet, where he handed over his ticket so the man could retrieve his car. Several minutes later, the car was parked in front of him and the Lexus was his once more.
He decided to cruise around the city for a bit, keeping his eyes open for anything that looked interesting. He drove past a strip of fast food places, but he wanted something more local. His drive went on until a street filled with rainbow flags caught his eye. Now that was certainly interesting… Maybe he could check it out? He shook his head no, trying to get that thought out of his head. He wasn’t interested in going down there. Why should he be? He was straight. Straight men wouldn’t wind up on streets brimming over with rainbows, no fucking way. So he drove on. But he couldn’t get the thought of that damn street out of his head.
“It wouldn’t really hurt to at least go check it out later. No one knows who I am here,” he muttered to himself in the car. He was just… learning how the other side lives, that was all.
Not that he’d ever admit to anyone, including himself on most days, that he had fallen hard for one of his PMD brothers years back. It was the end of rush week in the second semester of his freshman year; everyone who made it through the rushing process was going to get pledged in. After he was officially made a member of Phi Mu Delta, the guys all celebrated by getting wasted off the two, yes two, kegs of beer supplied by the frat. Chad was his big brother for the whole process, and the pair had grown close. But at the end of that night, things got to a point neither one could ever bring themselves to say they really wanted.
Ted’s hand was inside Chad’s jeans, stroking fast and strong along his dick. It took mere minutes in the dark bedroom of the PMD house for Chad to come. He then returned the favor by kicking Ted out of the room and never speaking about that moment again. And that was Ted’s first and only gay experience. He was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing, that was all. Since then he had been the straightest of straight men. In PMD, he made sure to tell the guys about his weekend conquests. Sometimes he can convince himself that it had only been a dream, because why would he want to touch some other guy’s dick? That and he loved fucking chicks.
But, still, it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.
Minutes later, and well past Liberty Ave, Ted found a little restaurant on the side of the road and decided that would be the perfect place to have his dinner.
Now that had been a quality dinner. He left completely satisfied, hunger wise, at least. But he thought it’d be great to go to a small bar and get himself a beer. He climbed into the Lexus and turned out the same way he came in, slowing once he neared Liberty Avenue. “Fuck it,” he told himself and turned down the street.
He drove along, looking on both sides of the street to try and find a nice bar. Ok, maybe this was too much for him to handle. He stared wide eyed as he watched two men dressed all in leather, one with full tattoo sleeves down both arms and a large back piece, the other adorned in large silver chains, enter a building called the Meat Hook. Boy Toy? What the fuck is Boy Toy? No, take that back, he didn’t want to know.
Maybe he should just… turn around? This just wasn’t his scene. But then he spotted it. “Woody’s,” he read from the sign hanging over the bar. There were guys going in there. Regular looking guys. No leather boys in sight. Just some guys in normal, casual clothes going in for a drink. Ok, this might not be so bad, after all.
Finding a parking space on the side of the road, Teddy pulled in and parked the rental. He steeled himself by taking a big breath, and finally stepped out of the car. He crossed the street and walked through the doors of Woody’s. He saw a pool table and there were stools and tables scattered around the place. Over in the far corner was the bar. Look, there were even some chicks in this place, he thought as he noticed, there was a tall, slim woman with long, blonde hair wearing a pair of stilettos standing by the bar. Oh, shit, maybe not. She turned around and leaned back against the bar and that’s when he noticed that she was certainly not a she.
“Hun, you look like a lost little puppy,” came a voice beside him. He glanced to his side and saw a man wearing a skin tight, see through, glittering mesh shirt and tight pants holding a Cosmo in his hand. What had he gotten himself into? “Did you get lost somewhere and stop for directions?”
“Uhh… No, not really… I just… I thought it might be nice to stop and get a drink somewhere…”
A smile just played at the man’s lips as he spoke, “So you just happened to drop by Woody’s?”
“Looked more inviting than the Meat Hook.”
“That place takes a little getting used to. And it takes a special kind to go there. I am not one of them. Name’s Emmett,” he said, sticking out a hand.
“Ted,” he said, taking the offered hand.
“Really? My best friend’s name is Teddy, too! How strange is that?” He started chattering away about his friends, especially Teddy, wrapping an arm around Ted’s shoulders and leading him towards the bar. Where he continued to talk. And talk. And talk. Ted sat there politely and nodded when it was appropriate, still overwhelmed by his surroundings. “You have to come to Babylon with me tonight.”
“Ok?” Teddy agreed before he even knew what he was getting himself into.
Emmett was friendly, yeah… A little too friendly even… But that was just his personality, and his proper Southern boy manners were not lost on Ted. But the more he listened to Emmett talk about Babylon, the more he realized that maybe this offer hadn’t been such a great idea, after all. Maybe it would all be too much for him. But it was his brilliant idea to come down the street, so he had no one to blame for this mess other than himself.
Still, he let himself sit and listen. And drink. One drink led to another and another, and soon he found himself four beers in and down one Cosmo. What? Emmett bought him one, why let good alcohol go to waste? And, damn, it tasted good. Soon enough it was 10 o’clock (holy shit, where did that time go?!), and Emmett and Ted, who had since shown up to meet Em, took Teddy over to their favourite club.
The first step inside was overwhelming, to say the least. He didn’t belong here. He couldn’t do this. He made to turn around and leave, but Em had hold of his wrists and was literally dragging him deeper into the club.
Shit, how did one drunken hand job from his freshman year of college have so much pull on his brain? That was it; this was his way of showing himself that it didn’t mean a damn thing. One drunken fumble couldn’t possibly have more hold over him than his years of getting pussy. Could it? No, now was not the time to question it.
Before he knew what was happening, he was once more standing before a bar. Only this time there were people around him, dancing, kissing… doing… other things… And this time the bartender was shirtless, displaying his nipple piercings and tattoos.
Once again, Ted made to turn around and fucking leave, but he was stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw next. His eyes focused straight on one dancer. Well, there were two dancers on the stand grinding against each other, and you couldn’t see one without the other, but Ted did all he could to block out the other man in the picture. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick. Holy fucking shit, what was happening to him? He couldn’t be getting turned on by this, by that guy over there.
Down in the crowd on the dance floor, Brian and Justin danced together, gathering an audience at their suggestive moves. Cody was up on his small stand, dressed as a police officer, handcuffs included, courtesy of Brian. Because even though Brian Kinney had him once, never to be fucked by him again, Justin and Cody had hit it off. And Justin kindly persuaded Brian to loan Cody his cuffs for Babylon’s cop theme that night.
Cody was lost in the sea of music and E, feeling the beat take him over, letting the pure sex running through him radiate from his body. Yeah, he was a crowd favourite, for sure.
Ted was drawn to this man dancing with no inhibitions whatsoever. He moved in, weaving in and out of the crowd of people, needing to get closer. But not too close. No, he couldn’t let himself get too close, because he didn’t know what kinds of things that would lead to. The things they could do with the handcuffs…
Brian looked over Justin’s shoulder and saw an attractive blonde man standing not too far from him. Normally when Brian Kinney looked at a person, they looked back. But not this man. No, he had his eyes on one thing, and one thing only. Brian let his eyes follow in the direction of Ted’s and smirked when he found the target: Cody. “That guy over there is cruising Cody,” he said to Justin, turning his body around, keeping his hips pressed into Justin’s back.
Justin let his eyes follow to where Brian was pointing and saw there was someone cruising Cody. He was shocked that guy wasn’t even looking anywhere else, not even at Brian, which was amazing, and practically unheard of. “Why isn’t he making a move?”
“Not everyone can be as outgoing as you on their first night out.”
“Very funny. I was leaning against a light post when we met; I wouldn’t call that too outgoing. But, really, Cody needs to have a little fun. A change of scene would be good for him. And you need to let Cody have him if he does come closer. You can have him some other time.”
“Why, Justin, are you trying to deny me a piece of hot, virgin ass?”
“Well, it’s not like he’s interested in you, anyway.” Brian raised an eyebrow, but Justin continued, “Just look at how he’s staring. He’s totally got a boner.”
“So do you,” Brian informed him as he dropped his hand to Justin’s dick.
“Well, would you look at that? I think I need someone to take care of that for me. But why don’t you tell Cody about his little audience over there?”
Slowly Brian began to move himself and Justin towards Cody, their attention off of Ted for a few brief seconds. Once his back was against the stand, he tilted his head back and said to Cody, “You’ve got an admirer.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Cody replied back, raising an eyebrow at Brian as another bill was stuffed into his boots.
“This one’s different,” Brian tells him. He scanned the crowd, looking for the man he had just seen, but he wasn’t there anymore. “SHIT!” he shouts, causing several people close by to glance in his direction for all of two seconds.
“What?”
“He’s gone.”
“What was so different about him, anyway?”
Brian crooked his finger, gesturing for Cody to bend forward. “I think he’s a virgin.”
“Ass,” Cody snorted as he stood back up to continue with his dancing.
“What? That was a man who had never been buttfucked before; I know these things. And he wanted you to pop his cherry.”
Ted couldn’t take it in there any longer. He HAD to get out quick. Any longer, and who knows what he would have let himself do. He pushed out the doors and ran onto the street, breathing heavily. What the fuck was going on with him? He suddenly felt perfectly sober. He got into the Lexus and drove out of Liberty Ave with no plans to return. No way, not if it made him feel like that. How did one little glance at that dancer suddenly make him want to get handcuffed to a bed while getting fucked by him? It didn’t make sense. He was attracted to women, dammit!
‘If you’re attracted to women, why’d you come down here in the first place?’ a tiny voice in the back of his head asked himself.
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered out loud as he drove back to the hotel.
He had a full day to clear his head and steer clear of that street. For once he wanted to think about his presentation. He spent the entire day planning his pitch, answering any questions he thought might possibly come up. He rehearsed and practiced until he had his shit down.
And the next day as he stood in front of Brian Kinney, head of Kinnetik, all his shit from yesterday went out the window.
“Why do you want us to create an ad campaign for you?” Brian asked, leaning back in his black swivel chair. “What makes your,” he held up a bottle of the rum flavored with a hint of lime and examined it before glancing back up and looking directly into Ted’s eyes, finishing his question with a cool voice, “rum any different from the brand next to it on the shelf?” He recognized this man from two nights ago at Babylon, having no idea this would be the same man who had scheduled an appointment with him. This should be fun.
“Taste,” he blurted out. Taste? Really? That’s the best he could come up with? Shit.
“Taste?” Brian repeated, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Do you really think the people out there give two shits about what their rum tastes like? Honestly, do you think someone will pick up a bottle and say to themselves, ‘This is supposed to be the best tasting drink out there. I can tell just by looking at this bottle. Let me buy some, because it just looks delicious.’ Taste won’t get you anywhere.”
“We really do have the best quality drink out there,” Ted continued. On the inside, however, he was banging his head on the table in front of him for his downright stupid answers. He saw Brian was about to cut in once more, so before he could get another word in, Ted said, “Sex.”
“Sex?” Brian seemed pleased with that answer. Best to continue on that train of thought.
“Yes. Sex. What’s sexier than sitting on a secluded beach sipping on a cold drink next to a warm body? Our rums, while of great quality and amazing taste, promote sex.” Christ, his boss was going to have his ass for this.
“We can work with this. I can see it now: bottles of your rum on the shelves with a picture of a ripped man wearing a bathing suit slung low on the hips, a mojito in his hands as he stands on the beach. Better yet, billboards lining the streets could be promoting your product. And then there are the commercials.”
“Wouldn’t we use women on the ads?” Ted questioned, somewhat hesitantly.
Brian raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want the campaign-”
“No! I was just curious, that’s all.”
“Because you need to appeal to everyone. If you use a half naked woman, other women will see it and be jealous, they won’t buy the product to become like the chick on the bottle, no, they’ll just move on down the line to something else. Sure, straight me will buy it, but that’ll be the only market you have. However, if you use a man, men will see this man and want to be him. Women will see him and want to be with him. And gay men will want both.”
“Gay men?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Brian asked, leaning forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes glaring into his. “Do you not want the fags of America to buy your product?”
“Not at all! Have a problem, that is. We want to sell to as many people as we can; money is money, no matter who it comes from.”
“Good.” He stood from his seat and walked over to Ted, extending his hand in a friendly shake. “Mr. DiBiase, you now have an advertising campaign.”
Holy fucking Christ, he did it! He got the ad. Maybe it wasn’t the ad they were going for, but who the fuck cared? They settled on a price and signed all the necessary paperwork, and that was that.
“I think you and I should go celebrate this new partnership, don’t you?” Brian asked just before Ted left the conference room.
Ted turned back around, smiled and nodded as he said, “Sure.”
“Great. I’ll have a car get you at your hotel at around, say, 9 o’clock? That’ll give you some time to relax. And to change into something a little more casual.” Truth was, he didn’t have a company car or company driver. But he did have an employee with a Mercedes-Benz. He couldn’t believe he was passing up the chance to fuck Ted’s brains out right now. The things he did for Justin and that kid’s friends…
“Sounds good.” Ted couldn’t help but feel like this guy was hitting on him. But… Nah, he was just taking too much stock in his trip to Babylon the other night. No one knew who he was around here; he would have been just another face in the crowd.
“Perfect. I know just the place we can go for a few celebratory drinks. Have a nice day.”
“Thank you. You, as well.”
“See you later,” he said with a smirk.
And with that, he left the room and headed back out, his boss’ number already punched in his phone so he could pass on the good news. He’d just skim over that whole bit about the entire campaign being based on sex. The point was that they got the ad, that was the important thing here.
Cody swore to himself he would never take another 8 am class again. Working until 3 am was not conducive to an 8 am class. The past two nights had been exhausting, and he was still feeling it in his body. He was also starting to wonder about his drug usage. He felt good, no, he felt amazing when he was high, but after he came down, he felt like crap. But maybe he’d get used to it. He had only just started using; maybe all it took was some time to get used to the extremes he felt.
There was no way he’d cut back on the sex, though. No way in HELL he was cutting down on the sex. Two nights ago, officer night at Babylon, he had Zack’s hands cuffed together behind his back, the cuffs hooked behind the middle bar of the platform on which they danced, leaving Zack unable to move. And there, right in front of everyone, proceeded to go down on him. Last night he fucked Zack on the platform in the middle of the crowd to cheers all around. And he managed to keep in time with the music, at that. Damn, there was nothing like performing in front of a crowd.
Now, though, Cody was forever grateful for his lack of Friday classes. It actually gave him time to catch up on some much needed sleep. His roommate had since moved out to live with a friend whose roommate had dropped out of school. Something else he was grateful for. He smiled and leaned back onto his pillows, the newest issue of Rage in his hands as he thought about tonight. Should be a good night at Babylon, he could tell.
Back at his apartment, Brian sat on the couch as he spoke to Justin about his day. “You’ll never believe who was at Kinnetik today.”
“Why don’t you tell me, then we can find out if I believe it, or not.”
“Cody’s cruiser.”
“You mean from the other night at Babylon?”
“That would be correct.”
“You didn’t fuck him in the bathroom, did you?”
“What kind of man do you take me for, Justin? One that only thinks with his dick? Give me a little credit.”
Justin sat down next to him on the couch, grabbing Brian’s chin and looking him directly in the eye. “Please tell me you didn’t fuck him.”
“No, I didn’t. In fact, I invited him out for drinks. One of my desk attendants is picking him up in his Benz and, unbeknownst to Ted, dropping him off at Babylon, where Cody will proceed to fuck him.”
Justin didn’t even try to fight the smile that erupted on his face. “I knew you had a heart in there somewhere.”
“Well, Cody owes me. Next time you talk to him, let him know that I’ll need him to draw some shit for an upcoming ad campaign and we’ll be even.”
Ted was once more in his hotel room, but this time he wasn’t nervous, he wasn’t fidgeting, no, he was thrilled. He came through. He got the campaign his company was looking for, kind of, and soon they would be a major success. And in a few hours, he would be going out with the fucking owner of Kinnetik. How could he not be feeling fucking fantastic?
Dressed in deep blue jeans and a white button down shirt, Ted headed to the lobby to sit around for a few minutes while he waited for the car to come get him to take him to wherever he was going.
At five of nine, Ted exited through the front doors, and two minutes later, a black Mercedes pulled up. A driver stepped out and walked around the front of the car. “Mr. DiBiase?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
The driver then opened the back passenger door to the car, gesturing for Ted to get in, which he did.
“Mr. Kinney will be waiting for you there,” he told Ted once he had the car in drive and was on his way to Liberty Ave.
For the first few minutes of the drive, Ted looked out the window, watching the passing lights of cars and buildings before staring down at his hands for the remaining portion of the trip. He felt the car slow and he finally glanced out the window. Oh, what the fuck was this? What the hell where they doing here?! “Why are we here?”
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he said as he unlocked the doors.
Ted’s just about to demand he be brought back to his hotel when his door was opened and a smiling Brian Kinney stood in front of him. “I was wondering what took you so long. Well, aren’t you coming?”
“Uhh…”
Brian stepped back, leaving room for Ted to get out. Shit, he had just gotten the biggest deal for his company. There was no way he could turn away now. Guess he had to reenter Babylon.
“So, why are we here?” Ted asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
“What? Don’t you like it here?” They walked through the doors and into the dance club. That’s when Brian grabbed Ted’s shoulders and spoke into his ear as he pushed them deeper into the mass of people, “You seemed to enjoy yourself here the other night.”
Ted’s eyes grew wide. No. There was no way that he had been seen. But, well, he had been. “How did you…?”
“I looked at you,” Brian said as he moved them down even more, approaching the dancers near the floor, “and you didn’t look back. However,” he continued, turning Ted directly towards Cody, “I did see who you were looking at.”
Once again Ted was enraptured by the young man in front of him. He was an angel, and it was the most wondrous sight he had ever seen. The wings moved with his body, dancing along behind him. There was a golden halo perched on his head, reflecting the light when it was struck just right. And then there was the white thong the man had on, doing little to hide the painfully obvious erection.
Leaving Ted to stare, Brian called up to Cody, “I found your admirer.”
“You did? Where is he, then?”
“Right there.” He points out Ted in the crowd, and when he turned around, he saw that Cody had stopped moving.
“I’m taking my break,” he says to Zack, the Devil to his angel, who nods in return.
Cody literally climbed over the bars and hopped down to the floor below, heading straight for the blonde man who continued to stare, their eyes never leaving each other once. However, the closer he got, the more tension he felt radiating from the other man. So he danced. He moved his hips, letting his arms drape over Ted’s shoulders once he was close enough.
“You can move, ya know,” Cody said. He let his hands slide down Ted’s arms, finally resting them on Ted’s hips. With his hands on hips, he starts to move, his motions carrying over to Ted. “Loosen up. Let yourself go.”
Ted was still frozen. He honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. They just saw each other, they didn’t even know each other’s names and yet… Yet this somehow felt right. Woah, ok, maybe, yeah, that wasn’t so right. Cody had just slipped his hands from Ted’s hips into the back pockets of his jeans. With his hands in a new location, Cody used them to pull Ted’s body close to his, grinding his hard cock against Ted’s crotch, eliciting a groan. So maybe it wasn’t that bad.
Cody smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly to Ted’s as he asked, “What’s your name?”
“Ted,” he answered. “Yours?”
“Cody,” he replied just before he took Ted’s lower lip between his teeth and nibbled lightly.
Ted had his eyes wide open, so utterly confused. This wasn’t happening. This was not happening. But then Cody opened his eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, and that’s when Ted knew that, yeah, this was happening. In a flash, the kiss was deepened as Cody pressed their lips together harder, slipping his tongue into Ted’s mouth. His hands snaked around Cody’s body and gripped onto the wings in the middle of his back. Now this was a kiss. It was nothing like a woman, not at all. This was all driven by lust, and it was hard and fast and hot.
Suddenly there was a leg hooking around Ted’s own and he could feel the smirk forming on Cody’s lips. Ted’s cock was growing, and his jeans were starting to become uncomfortable. Cody took notice as he ground his crotch forward. He let one hand slide over Ted’s hip, a single finger slipping underneath Ted’s shirt to graze over his hot skin until he reached his destination: the button on the front of Ted’s jeans. He popped it open, never removing his mouth from Ted’s, and slid the zipper down, freeing Ted’s dick.
Ted, however, was freaked the hell out. He pulled back from the kiss, from Cody, and made to tuck his dick back inside his pants, trying to will it down from its present state to little avail. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Cody looked hurt. Didn’t Ted want to do this? “I thought… Didn’t you want some help with that?” he asked pointing to Ted’s cock.
Well, yeah, that was pretty obvious. But there were people around. There were people around everywhere. “People are looking at us.”
“No, they’re not. Well, ok, maybe they are, but trust me, no one’s gonna care. People come here for two reasons: to have fun and get laid. If they’re not getting laid, then they’re out here having fun, looking to get laid. If anyone does look over and does happen to care, it’s only because you’re the one that’s getting me, not them.”
“Sounds so strange coming from a man sporting a halo and angel wings.”
“Want me to take them off?”
“No.” Ted bit his lower lip as his hand reached out and grabbed hold of Cody’s wrist, guiding his hand back down to his still hard cock. He breathed in sharp through his nose at the contact.
“We can go to the back, if you want,” Cody told him. Maybe he’d be a little less freaked out if they went somewhere darker where absolutely no one would pay them any mind.
“No. No, right here is fine.” He was going to do this, dammit, going to dive in head first and totally immerse himself in what Cody had to offer.
Cody stepped in closer and wrapped his hand around Ted’s dick through the loose fabric of his boxers. He slid his hand down, moving the cloth with him, and he could see Ted shivering from pleasure. Bending his head forward, Cody began kissing Ted’s neck, scattering it with light nips of his teeth. Ted tilted his head to the side, giving Cody more access, and his own hands once again found their way to the angel wings.
“Can I fuck you?” Cody asked through his kisses.
Ted tensed up. What was he supposed to say to that? ‘SAY YES!’ his body screamed at him. ‘No. No, no, no, things were not meant to be stuck up there,’ his mind reasoned. But that other little voice in his head, the one that told him to stop here in the first place two days ago said, ‘How do you know what it’s like? Maybe you’ll even enjoy it. Never know until you try.’
At the lack of response, Cody thought he had scared him off, overwhelmed him. He suddenly pulled his hand off and stepped back. “I… I should get back to work.”
“Yes,” Ted blurted out.
Yes, what? Yes, Ted wanted him to go back to work and never see him again, or yes, Ted wanted him to…? Most likely the former, but he had to know for sure. “Yes?”
Ted drew in a deep breath and slowly breathed out. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.” Holy shit, he said it. There it was, out in the open. Theodore Marvin DiBiase, Jr. had just told another man he wanted to get fucked up the ass. He couldn’t believe it himself. “Unless you really do need to get back to work…”
“I can take the rest of the night off; I’ll just pick up another shift some other day.” Cody glanced around him and spotted Brian and Justin. “Come with me.” Cody began walking towards the pair, currently dancing together, their tongues down each other’s throats. Ted followed behind, suddenly remembering that he had actually been invited here by Brian. Cody tapped Brian on the shoulder, who broke his kiss and turned to look at him, thoroughly annoyed. “Keep an eye on him. I’m going to talk to my boss about taking the night off.”
“Well, would you look at that, you’re quite the match maker,” Justin said to him.
“Please, all I was doing was giving Cody a fabulous night of hot sex.”
“Is he why you wanted me to come here?” Ted asked Brian.
“Don’t you want him?”
“Is this the only reason you offered to do our ad?”
“So I could get you laid? I don’t think so. I just feel like alcohol is a product I can really get behind.”
“But you really saw me here the other night?”
“Yeah.” A smirk. “And Emmett told me he met this, how did he put it? ‘Met this cute little twink named Teddy in Woody’s and brought him out, but he ran off so quickly that I lost track of him.’ But even if I hadn’t seen you, even if Emmett hadn’t told me anything about you, I could see through your act. You wear your fraternity ring like it’s some kind of key into the world of the heterosexual, when I’d bet anything that same fraternity is when you first came to realize that you got off to a big, fat cock, not a huge set of tits.” Ted only stared back at him, his mouth slightly agape. “See what I mean? You’re so transparent.”
Cody was soon standing next to Ted, only this time he had on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting shirt. “So, where are we going?”
“I’m staying at the Radisson.”
“Looks like we’re going there, then.”
“Have fun, boys,” Brian said to them.
Cody shot him a killer smirk and waved bye to Justin as he followed Ted out of Babylon. They had to catch a taxi over to the hotel, but they didn’t care. All they cared about were the things that were soon to come. In a matter of minutes, the cab was pulling into the front of the hotel, and Ted threw some cash at the driver and told him to keep the change.
The woman at the front desk gave them both a strange look as they walked past her, and it looked like she was biting her tongue.
“I think she thinks you’re a prostitute.”
Cody turned his head around to look at her, cocking his eyebrow and smirking as Ted pushed the button for the elevator. The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, and the doors opened for them. To room 726.
As Cody presses him against the wall, attacking his neck once more, Ted confesses, “I’ve never done this with a guy.”
“I know,” Cody tells him. “You ever done anything with a guy before, or have you always been the manly man out getting pussy every night?”
“Back in college… I gave one of my frat brothers a hand job.” His hands were under Cody’s shirt, loving the feel of the muscles moving beneath his finger tips. “That’s it, though.”
“Nothing in return for your efforts?”
“No… I’m just lucky I didn’t get kicked out, but I think he was too ashamed he let some guy jack him off to rat on me, anyway.”
“Well, Ted, tonight you’ll finally get something back.”
The doors once more opened for them, and they stepped out, Ted leading the way to his hotel room. He slid his card and the door unlocked. He pushed it open, letting Cody inside first and followed behind, flipping the extra lock over.
“Go sit on the bed,” Cody says, clutching his bag in his hands in front of him. “Don’t do anything, though.”
“Can I at least take my shoes and socks off?”
“Ok, but that’s it. I mean it. Don’t make me drag you to the Meat Hook.”
“That place with-”
“Leather paradise,” Cody cuts him off. “I’ll be right back out.” With that, he headed into the bathroom, his bag still in hand. In the bathroom, he kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks. He then strips off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just the thong he had on earlier. From out of his bag he pulled the wings and slipped them on. Finally, he took the halo out and perched it atop his head. Smirking at himself in the mirror, he nods and leaves the room. Before Ted can see him, he reaches into the bag and grabs a condom and a tube of lube and holds them in one hand, his bag in the other. Finally he turned the corner, coming into full view. He walked slowly over to the bed, tossing his bag on a low drawer, watching Ted the entire time.
Ted’s jaw dropped the second Cody emerged from the bathroom and rounded that corner. “You brought the wings,” he managed to say, utterly shocked and awed by the man before him.
“Well, you seemed to like them.”
All Ted could muster was a nod.
Cody crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, working his way up. He let his body rest on top of Ted’s as he began kissing him, kissing his neck and face and the small patch of skin that the button down shirt revealed.
“How old are you, anyway?” Ted asked out of curiosity. He looked awful young.
“Eighteen,” he answered honestly. He was of legal consenting age, what else mattered? “That too young for ya?”
“I have seven years on you.”
“Ooo, a whole seven years. That’s no big deal, and you’re certainly not the oldest guy I’ve fucked. Now, please, can you just shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on all these years?”
Ted nodded.
“Good.” Cody sat up, his legs straddling Ted’s hips. He placed his hands on Ted’s cheeks, leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ted’s lips. He sat back up once again, and this time let his hands start on a downward path. Over Ted’s neck and shoulders, over his throat and finally to the open V the two buttons Ted left unbuttoned revealed on his chest. Cody ran the whole of his hand up and down that patch of skin over and over, wanting more, but reveling in what he had. “Keep your eyes open.”
Ted had let his eyes flutter shut, and when he opened them he was once again lost in Cody’s brilliant blue eyes. Without even realizing what he’s saying, Ted begins to whisper as his hand drifts up and caresses Cody’s face, “You’ve got the nicest eyes I’ve ever seen.” A quick change of the subject, “I’m scared. I’m scared of what my family would think if they found out. I’m scared about what kinds of feelings this will wake up inside me.”
Cody gives him a sad smile of empathy. “My dad hates me because I’m gay. But, you know what? There’s nothing either of us can do about it. I am who I am. Don’t be scared of the new feelings; embrace them. Let yourself go, Ted. Anyone says otherwise? I say fuck them.” Cody pops the next button from the top of the shirt, revealing a little more skin than he had earlier. His hands didn’t ignore the newly exposed skin, no, Cody let his hands roam over everywhere he could touch before popping open the next button, this time going for the very bottom one. He smiled upon seeing that little bit of tummy. It was so smooth and absolutely perfect, and he had to kiss it. He bent forward, placing small kissing everywhere, popping open the next button from the bottom, this time exposing belly button.
Damn, Cody had never spent this much time on a man’s chest and stomach before. Hell, most of the time they didn’t even bother with foreplay, jumping straight to sex more often than not. Not that sex was a bad thing, but he started to realize how nice this was. Just this, making the person he was with feel good without sticking his dick inside him or vice versa.
Shit, this felt so good. No one had ever touched him like this. Mainly because he never let them. Before it had always been about sex. In and out. Ted had never been able to hold down a girlfriend, always ready to move on to bigger and better things. But this? He knew he found his bigger and better thing, but could this be it for him? Is this why he could never hold down a girlfriend, because he was gay? “Holy shit, I’m gay,” he said out of nowhere.
Cody raised his head from where his tongue had been dipping in and out of Ted’s belly button, and gave him an amused smile. “What could have clued you in on that one?”
Ted reached a hand out and ran it through Cody’s hair as he answered, “You.”
The smile grew, and Cody glanced down to Ted’s torso as he popped the last two remaining buttons in the center of the shirt. His fingers grazed the outlines of the six pack defining Ted’s abs, loving that he was the one making those muscles tense and relax under his touch. “Sit up.”
Ted did so, and Cody pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and Ted finished by pulling it off over his hands and tossing it to the floor. “You’ve got such a nice body.”
“Can I touch you?” Ted asked.
“Of course.”
Ted reached his hand up, pressing his palm flat to Cody’s chest. It was hard, muscular. His other hand came up to Cody’s chest, as well, and he ran them up to Cody’s shoulders and back down over his pectorals and down his solid stomach and back up over his ribs. This was the polar opposite of a woman, no soft breasts or light curves here, no, only solid muscle. And he found that the more he touched Cody’s body, the more he liked it. His hands drifted lower, his fingers tracing the indented hip lines, like an arrow directing him towards his target. It had been years since his hand was on another man’s dick. He had only been nineteen years old, a freshman in college, and that ended so terribly. Not, this, though. This time as his hand brushed over Cody’s dick he knew that both parties wanted this like their lives depended on it. And, in a way, Ted’s life did depend on this moment. He couldn’t be left hanging again. A new sense of awakening was stirring inside him, a new way of life, and Ted knew he’d never be the same after this.
Cody bent forward, capturing Ted’s mouth in a kiss again as Ted continued to rub his hand over Cody’s cock. “You still doing ok?”
“Never been better.”
“You’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“You can take care of that, can’t you?”
“Yeah.” Cody sat back on his heels and trailed his hands down Ted’s torso until they were resting on the edge of Ted’s jeans. With the button undone and the zipper pulled down, Cody was once again able to touch and hold Ted’s dick in his hand. “How’s that feel?”
Once again, he could tell the difference between Cody’s hand and a woman’s. The grip was strong, knowing, confident. “Real good.”
Removing his hand from Ted’s cock, Cody said, “Lift your hips.”
Ted did as he was told. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately… As he did, Cody grabbed his jeans and boxers, pulling them off his body and tossing them to the floor, leaving Ted completely naked underneath him.
“So, the choice is yours, Teddy. You said no other man has ever touched you, so tell me what you want. Do you want me to bend down right now and take your dick into my mouth, down my throat, or do you want me to fuck you? Do you want the first real blow job of your life, or do you want to see what it’s like to get the shit fucked out of you? Before you make your decision, though, you gotta know that both options feel fucking amazing.”
What did he want? Ted admitted to himself he wasn’t a very patient person, and everything Cody had been doing to him so far had been driving him crazy, and all he was doing was touching him. That was it; kisses and touches, and yet his cock was still hard and leaking. But how long did he actually have here? How long did he get with Cody? He could get that blowjob later if they were both up for it… “Fuck me.” He had gotten blowjobs before, but at that moment, he needed to know how it’d feel to have this man inside of him. “And the wings stay on.”
“Of course they do.” Cody loved the irony behind it all. Here he was, dressed as an angel, about to have sex with this man lying beneath him. It was beautiful. He shimmied downwards until he was now kneeling over Ted’s legs. Dropping his hands down to behind Ted’s knees, Cody pushed them upwards, and Ted took the hint, drawing his feet in closer to his body. Then, hands on both Ted’s knees, he said, “Now bring your knees to your shoulders,” as he pushed forward.
With Ted’s legs up and his ass exposed, Cody tore open the condom and pulled his dick out over the top of his thong and rolled it onto himself. He flipped open the tube of lube he brought out earlier and squirted some onto his fingers, two of which he began pushing inside of Ted. He saw the cringe of pain on Ted’s face, but he pressed on, his fingers going in deeper, eventually brushing his prostate. Ted’s eyes flew open as a jolt of pleasure was sent straight to his dick.
“Ok, you ready for me?” Cody asked him, squirting some more of the lube on his dick.
“It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“Wouldn’t be normal if it didn’t hurt a little.” And then he lined himself up and pushed forward, and within seconds he was completely inside.
“Fuck!” Ted groaned out of pain more than anything else. Ok, yeah, that hurt. That hurt a lot. Even as Cody began to draw his hips back, he was still in pain. But then when Cody thrust forward, he also leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, and Ted’s legs found themselves over Cody’s shoulders, hooking at the ankles behind his neck. The kissing helped; he found that it was a pleasant distraction from the dick currently getting slammed up his ass. But he also found that the more that Cody moved, the more the pain dissipated, and the better it felt. Oh, now that was nice, he thought as Cody’s fingers brushed over his dick, finally taking it in a firm grip and stroking up and down, using Ted’s own precum to help with his hand’s journey.
Cody made to sit up again, but Ted wouldn’t let him move. He kept his ankles hooked and used his legs to make sure Cody didn’t go too far. Unable to resist, Ted raised one of his hands out of their death grip on the sheets and ran a single finger along the whole of the halo. His other hand released its grip, as well, and he clasped his hands behind Cody’s head, drawing him down for another kiss. One hand then drifted down Cody’s back and ran along the length of a single wing.
The thrusts continued deep into Ted, and both men were moaning at this point. Ted had not only gotten used to the feeling, he was actually encouraging Cody forward. Releasing the wing, Teddy raked his short nails up Cody’s back, digging his fingers in at his shoulders.
Cody arched back and his grip on Ted’s cock tightened as the fingers were scratched up his back, the mix of the light pain that brought and the pleasure of the tight heat surrounding his dick was wonderful. “Oh, fuck, do that again,” he muttered into Ted’s mouth.
So he did. Ted dropped his hands back down to the top of the wings, this time scratching outwards and around to Cody’s front and up and over his chest, scraping over Cody’s hard nipples, eliciting, was that a whimper? from the younger man. He did it again, scraping his nails down Cody’s chest, and determined that was, indeed, a whimper. Fuck, he really had been missing out when it came to sex. He’d never dream of doing something like that to a woman. But Cody was enjoying it. Every fucking second of it.
When he went to rake his nails over Cody once more, he had his hands batted away. “My turn,” Cody growled. He let his entire hand run down Ted’s chest and stomach, and then followed the same path up. On the return trip down, he let his nails scratch everywhere he could reach, down Ted’s pectorals and abs, and the feel of the muscles contracting under his touches was turning him on even further.
Both of them were getting close to completion. Ted’s cock was leaking like crazy, and Cody’s thrusts were getting wilder, less rhythm to them. Cody leaned down, taking Ted’s mouth in a kiss, and Ted’s hands once again gripped onto the wings as Cody began to come. Still moving his hand over Ted’s cock, Cody pulled out and turned all his focus to getting Ted off. He shuffled down and licked a single line up the underside of Ted’s dick and suddenly Ted bucked up and shot over Cody’s face.
Cody rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. In there, he tossed out the used condom and grabbed a facecloth. He cleaned his face quickly and brought it out to Ted, handing it over to him. “Here.”
Ted took the cloth and cleaned off his stomach and tossed the dirty cloth to the corner of the bed. “Thanks.”
Sitting back down on the bed, Cody smiled. “So… How was that?”
“That was good. Real good.” He looked downwards, catching a glimpse of Cody’s chest, and he saw the red marks developing from the scratches he made earlier. With a quick look, he noticed matching scratch marks forming on his own body. “Damn, look at you.”
“Look at you.”
“Cody…” Ted began speaking, but he didn’t know what to say. Well, he did, but he didn’t know how to say it. “Cody, this thing… When will… I mean, will I ever… Do you know if I’ll ever see you again?”
“I don’t know. Will we?”
“Did you want to?”
“Wouldn’t object.”
“I don’t know how I can see you again. I’m here on business from Florida.”
“We’re neighbours,” Cody said with a laugh. “I’m from Georgia. I’m here for art school.”
“Wow.”
“Maybe I’ll draw you some day...” Ted gave him a smile, and he couldn’t help but return it. But then he asked, “Honestly, Teddy, can you tell me why you’d ever want to see me again?”
Ted reached out his hand and grabbed Cody’s wrist, pulling him in close. “Honestly? I’d like to see you again because… Because you made me realize something about myself that I hadn’t thought of since I was your age. And tonight, well, tonight was something amazing and new and incredible.” Ted’s smile grew as he straightened the now lopsided wings on Cody’s back and added, “My angel.”
Cody was absolutely stunned. Did he hear correctly? ‘My angel’? Holy shit, what was going on here? First there was the fact that he really, really wanted to see Ted again, and more often than not, Cody was the type to fuck ‘em once and never look back. But then came Ted. Then, well, there was the fact that he felt something with Ted. He hadn’t even been high tonight, yet this was the best sex he had in his life. Maybe it was because he had a clear head for the first night in a long time, but he didn’t think that’s what it was. This had, somehow, become much more than a fuck. This was something honest, something real. He needed to know, “When will I see you again?”
“I’ll be coming here from time to time to work on the ads, see how everything is coming along. My boss is old fashioned, doesn’t like to do anything with computers, so when we have any ad campaign going on, he likes someone there in person to see how it’s progressing.”
“But that’s not gonna take too long. I mean… After that… This isn’t fucking fair. I finally find one guy that’s not just about sex, and he’s the one that’s getting taken away.”
“And I finally let myself be with a guy after years of telling myself that I just made one fucked up mistake in college, yet I still feel like both times I got fucked over by the outcome.”
Cody lay down on his side, patting the pillow next to him, gesturing for Ted to do the same. Ted lay down facing Cody and pulled his body in, hooking his leg over Cody’s and tucking Cody’s head under his chin. “Things will work out.”
“I never left the South until a few weeks ago. Twenty five years old and I’ve been to six states in my life counting Florida, where I was fucking born and raised.”
“I never left Georgia.”
“Georgia’s one of those states I have been to. On a road trip to visit relatives. I need to get out of Florida. The company I work for, they’re great, but I interned there and I’ve been working there for a few years, but I need a change of scene. I need to be somewhere better for me.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that once I’m done with this ad campaign, I’m going to look into jobs in Pittsburgh.”
Cody didn’t even try to fight the smile that broke out over his face. “Brian. Justin told me he’s been thinking about hiring a business consultant to work with his clients and sit with him at his business meetings and things like that.”
“I’ll let him know that I’m interested in the position.”
Cody leaned in and pressed his lips to Ted’s, still smiling. “Good.”
The following morning, after finding out what other positions Ted was interested in, Cody was introduced to Ted’s rental Lexus as Ted offered to drive Cody wherever he needed to go before he headed off to the airport. “Now this is a car,” Ted said as he walked around to the driver’s side. He unlocked the doors and both men got inside, both admiring the interior.
“Stop at Kinnetik first.”
He did, and he stepped into the building, finding Brian as he grabbed a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Theodore,” Brian greeted.
“Hello. Cody was telling me last night that… Well, ok, I was telling him that I wanted a change of scenery, get out of Florida, and he said that someone, Justin, I think, told him that you were looking for a business consultant, and I was wondering if that was still an option,” he said in one giant rush of breath.
“Do you have a résumé?”
“Yeah, of course I do,” Ted said, grabbing the folder he brought with him when he made his presentation. He handed a copy over, and Brian took it in his hands, glancing at it briefly.
“I’ll look this over and let you know. I’ll be seeing you soon, anyway, am I right? Ad follow up, and all that.”
“Yeah, right. Thank you so much.”
“Of course. How was Cody, anyway? He was fantastic when I had him.” Ted’s eyes widened in shock. Cody had been with Brian? “What, didn’t you know I fucked him?” Brian looked out through the front doors and quirked an eyebrow when he saw Cody sitting up in the front seat of the car. “You brought him with you?”
“I said I’d bring him wherever he needed to go.”
“Does it bother you knowing that he had sex with your potential boss?”
“Well, I know he’s had- Wait, potential boss? You’re actually considering hiring me?”
“I told you I’d look your résumé over, didn’t I?”
“Yeah… you did.”
“And how was Cody?”
“It was great. He was amazing.”
Brian’s eyes once more flicked over the résumé he held in his hands, noting his credentials. Impressive, certainly. And he could tell that Ted had, God, he couldn’t believe he was even thinking this, fallen for Cody. “Make sure you give your boss your two week’s notice when you get back.” Would he be Brian Kinney if didn’t make spur of the minute decisions? Exactly.
Once again, Ted was stunned. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kinney.”
“It’s Brian. And next time you’re in town, why don’t you bring Cody over to my place so the both of you can thank me properly.”
“Sounds… great,” Ted answered with a smile. This trip had really been something else. He had a new job waiting for him and a… what was Cody, anyway? They weren’t boyfriends, were they? Lovers? Ugh, no, that didn’t even sound right in Ted’s head. That’s when he decided. He had his Cody, his angel, plain and simple.
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