College fic part 3
Title: Be True to Your School
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody/Other(s), John Cena/Randy Orton (Characters also include Stephen Farrelly, Mike Mizanin, Zack Ryder, Evan Bourne and random OC's)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This was written for a challenge posted in codiasi to write a fic with the boys in college. Cody wants to join a fraternity, Chi Tao, of which Ted is in charge. A couple of his profs are Dr.'s Cena and Orton.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 7013
A/N: First off, this fic is totally for Erica, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sorry about our shitty timing. Secondly, I feel the need to point out that there's a huge difference in the relationship between student/college prof is extremely different from studet/HS teacher. You know these profs for four years at least, and they get to know you as a person, as well. Just had to point that out because of one scene in here. Otherwise, enjoy!
Part 1, Part 2
Before Cody left that night, he had another stare down with Ted, both feeling that undercurrent of sexual tension. And then, once he was out the door, he tried to wipe the night’s events from his memory. Since he still had classes that following day, it wasn’t too hard to briefly forget about the utter humiliation of fucking the sheep in front of all the brothers and the rushes. And he couldn’t help but feel bad as rush after rush fucked that sheep, having gone through it himself, knowing how miserable it was. However, after that, the lipstick didn’t seem all that bad.
Dr.’s Cena and Orton, as well as another health science professor, had been away for a conference over the weekend, and had only returned Tuesday night. So it came as quite a shock to John when Cody walked into his classroom with a tiara perched on top of his head and lipstick covering his lips. He didn’t want to say anything during class, but once he dismissed everyone, he caught up with Cody just before he left. “Cody, dare I ask?”
Just before Cody could say anything, his advisor rounded the corner, entering the classroom to speak to John, but all his attention was soon focused on Cody. “I can’t say this is a sight I was expecting to see.”
“It’s a fraternity thing.”
“Can they even do shit like this?” John asked the both of them. “Aren’t there laws against hazing?”
“This is the last day of this. Please, don’t do anything to anyone,” Cody asked of both his professors. “It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s not like the brothers are doing anything to actually harm us,” he told them, leaving out the part about the latex sheep. No one needed to know about that. Hell, no one could hear about it under the fraternity’s secrecy oath.
“But they’re humiliating you!”
“John, Cody’s old enough to make his own decisions. Like I told you, once you get past… that, then things really do get better,” Randy said.
“Why anyone would willingly do that to themselves is beyond me.”
“You’re probably just mourning the fact that your time to join a frat has long since come and gone, and you missed the train.”
“Yes, Randy, my soul is weeping. But now I should get back, my office hours are starting.”
“I say you play hooky and just come back to my office,” Randy joked.
Cody watched the two and their easy banter, the curiosity about those two returning full force. “Well, uh, I’ll give you two your alone time now… I’ll see you in class later, Dr. Orton.” And with that, Cody headed off to lunch before he had to go into class with Orton.
“So, what was the worst thing they ever made you do in your frat days?” John asked as he walked past Randy and out the classroom.
Randy followed, joining John in his office. “I don’t really remember.”
“Oh, that’s total bullshit.”
“I’m forty years old, man, that was a long time ago.”
“You lie. What was it? Drag? Swirlies? Sodomy? C’mon, spill.”
“It was one of the above…” Randy muttered.
“What did they sodomize you with?”
“It wasn’t that one, dumbass. We had to wear dresses around campus for an entire day. Mine was so hideous. It was dark blue and had these huge white, pink and purple flowers printed all over it.”
“Are there pictures? I can frame one and put it over our fireplace mantle.”
Randy stood up and left, heading to his own office, leaving John laughing to himself.
Everyone showed up to the dinner that night in their tiaras and lipstick, all anxiously awaiting the meeting that night. What was left before rushing was over? It couldn’t be too much longer before their hell was over and they were inducted properly into the fraternity.
Ted greeted everyone, “It’s so nice to see you all dressed up for the occasion. And there is most definitely reason to celebrate. You’re almost done, you’re so close to being inducted. There’s just the rest of this week and the weekend left. And there’s no more dressing in a tiara and you won’t have to put on your face anymore, either. There is one condition for the rest of your time as rushes: no drinking. Not in your rooms, not at parties, not at bars. No alcohol can touch your lips from now until next Friday. But it will be in that time when we, as your bigs, talk to you one on one to prepare you for what to expect once you do become a member of our fraternity. We’ll tell you what’s expected of you, that you go to and even help plan campus wide events, and all the hours of community service you’ll be required to put in. Don’t worry, you’ll be well prepared for next year. And one of these days we’ll also be doing elections to determine who’ll be taking my place next year, as well as the other positions that’ll be opening as us seniors graduate.”
No drinking for a week? Cody groaned inwardly, how could he manage to go an entire weekend without a single drop of alcohol entering his bloodstream? It really didn’t seem possible. He tried to look on the bright side, he wouldn’t have to worry about hangovers, he didn’t have to worry about waking up next to someone, not even knowing what they had done the night before, and he didn’t have to work out as much since he’d be taking in fewer calories. But, really, who was he trying to kid? Not drinking for a whole week sucked donkey balls.
The formal meeting ended, and bigs met with their littles to begin discussing things beyond the torture of rushing. However, when Ted went to meet with Cody, things were a little more awkward after the events of the previous day. “Look, Cody, about the other day…”
“When you kicked me out after I so willingly offered my body to you? Well, I was thinking about it, and I never should have said what I did. I’m sorry. It was out of line, since you’re my big and it wouldn’t look good for either of us.”
“You’re right. It was out of line. I forgive you, though.”
Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out the tube of lipstick, keeping his eyes locked with Ted’s the entire time he applied the colour to his lips. “But the offer still stands.”
Ted watched, his dick beginning to stir as his little willingly put the lipstick on himself, his tongue wetting his own lips. Maybe it was Cody’s determination that turned him on as it did. Yeah, he had had drunken fumbles with other guys, but he had never been so turned on by one man so strongly. While sober. “No. Look, the guys and I have been talking, and I’m not supposed to tell you this, but you’ve been our standout rush this year. Nothing can happen between us, because if anyone finds out, they’ll think that you’re sucking me off to get ahead, or something.”
“But I’m not. I want to suck you off just because, not to gain anything. I think I’ve proven myself to everyone, don’t you? What should it matter if we fuck?”
There was no denying that Cody definitely had a point. Everyone could see that Cody had worked his ass off to get himself here. It was plain as day. Ted had handpicked Cody to be his little, for fuck’s sake. Maybe it wouldn’t matter? But, then, what if people thought they had been a thing for a longer amount of time, and that was the reason Ted favoured Cody so much. But, still, the prospect of sex with Cody was very appealing.
“Ted… Sir,” Cody said, trying to get Ted’s attention back.
Christ, the way Cody said Sir, it went straight to his dick.
“Teddy!” Stephen called, breaking up the moment they were having.
“What?” Ted replied with an annoyed shout as he stood to walk over.
“We had a question about something, and wanted your opinion.”
Cody watched as Ted walked off with his frat brothers, sighing to himself. There went his chances right there. Quick as that, his opportunity went out the window.
“There, was it really that hard to figure out without me telling you what to do?”
“Shit, man, what’s up with you?” Zack asked, wondering why Ted, who was usually pretty helpful and easy going, was suddenly so snippy. “You on the rag, or sumthin?”
“No, but Cody and I-”
“Were you gonna fuck him again?” Stephen asked him.
“No,” Ted snapped back, though he had to admit… “Wait, what do you mean by again?”
“I mean exactly that: again. Don’t you remember that time when I walked in on you balls deep in some guy’s ass on my bed?” he continued to question.
“I remember you giving me hell about it the next morning. As for the actual event, yeah, I got nothin’.”
“Well, he’s the guy. You really don’t remember?”
This was all news to Ted. He and Cody had… they had fucked before? Why hadn’t Cody told him that?! Did he think that he was going to get some kind of favour? That asshole. “No, I don’t remember at all. How come you never told me before?”
“We thought you knew!” Mike chipped in. “We figured that’s why you picked him to be your little, because you were already fucking each other.”
“I had no idea.” Ted brought his hands to his head and rubbed the heels of his palm into his eyes. “Shit.”
“Too bad you don’t remember the sex, cuz you two managed to echo throughout the entire house,” Zack told him. “I couldn’t even enjoy it with Alicia you two were so loud.”
“You can shut up now. I gotta…” he trailed off as he turned and headed back towards Cody.
“How come you never told me?” Ted demanded as soon as he was close.
Cody cocked an eyebrow, looking at Ted as though he had grown a third arm. “Told you what exactly? I feel like I’m missing something here.”
“You knew all this time and didn’t say a damn word to me,” Ted said, his anger rising.
“What did I know that you didn’t?! I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about!”
“Like hell you don’t. The way you’re always… coming onto me… how come you didn’t tell me that we fucked before?”
Cody’s jaw was practically on the floor it had dropped open so wide (a talent he found came in quite handy) from the shock. “What?”
Ted’s anger dissipated slightly at the look of sheer confusion on Cody’s face. “Stephen told me that we fucked before… in his bed…”
“How… I mean… What? I do usually remember something about whoever I have sex with. Unless… Oh, shit… It must be,” Cody was saying out loud, more to himself than Ted.
“It must be what?”
“I don’t get blackout drunk all that often, cuz, really, who likes not being able to remember anything? Well, it happened to me last semester. I woke up on Turner’s floor and my ass hurt like a son of a bitch, just like the pounding hangover in my head. And I still can’t remember a damn thing that happened that night. I don’t even remember coming to the house, since my roommate and me started drinking before we even left our dorm room. But I somehow had to come into this house and then I fucked someone. When I woke up, I asked Turner what the fuck happened the night before, and he said he had no idea, except for that I told him that I had the best sex of my life. And I can’t remember shit.”
“Great. Just great. Neither of us had any idea, but all the guys knew.”
“Well, it shouldn’t matter anyway! I never once complained about what we had to do, not once. Shit, you all know that.”
A silence followed, both unsure of what to do from that point on. Ted already knew that Cody would get inducted, and it was based solely on his determination, not on the fact that they had slept together in the past. An event both had been too drunk to even remember.
“Aren’t you curious, though?” Cody asked quietly.
“Hmm?”
“Aren’t you curious… about what happened between us? Turner said that I said it was the best sex I’d ever had, that’s gotta mean something, right?”
“Zack said they could all hear us all throughout the house,” Ted told him. “But,” he continued, despite his obvious wanting, “we shouldn’t. At least not until you’re inducted as a member.”
All Cody could do was stare at Ted. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to wait for another week?
“Trust me, Cody, it’s for the best. Hell, it’d probably be best if we tried to forget it ever happened. Let’s face it, you’re a freshman, and I’m a senior who’s about to graduate in a couple months.”
“I never said I wanted a relationship, I just want you to fuck me.”
“Christ, just let it go,” Ted said before he stood and left Cody sitting alone once more.
The next day, Cody went to see Dr. Orton before his class with Dr. Cena, but he couldn’t find him in his office. He wasn’t in Dr. Cena’s office, either. All he had was a quick question for him, he wasn’t expecting to have to go on some scavenger hunt to find his professor. Then he passed by one of his classrooms and happened to glance in there and found both of them. He peeked his head in the door to find Cena over in the corner at the desk with Orton behind him, hands resting comfortably on Cena’s shoulders. “Hello?”
Dr. Orton removed his hands and stepped back as soon as Cody stepped into the classroom. “Hi, Cody,” they both said at the same time.
“Hi,” he greeted, not sure what to make of what he just walked in on. “I just had a question for you, Dr. Orton.”
“Sure thing,” he said as he started walking over towards Cody.
“You can, uh, stay there, if you want,” Cody said, heading to the desk. “I just wanted to clarify something before the test today. I didn’t mean to, ya know… interrupt you.”
“Don’t worry, if we were worried about being interrupted we would have gone to my office and locked the door.”
“Randy!” John chided, though he couldn’t say it with a straight face.
“Anyway, Cody, what was it you needed help with?” Randy asked, once more placing a hand on one of John’s shoulders.
John chimed in every once in a while, filling in for Randy when he had to pause to think about an answer. Once they had things cleared up, it was almost time for classes to begin. When Randy headed off to his own office, John and Cody stayed behind in the room. “No more tiara, I see?”
“Yeah, that’s over with. Thank God. I mean, I’d never complain to anyone there, but I can’t say it’s the greatest experience in the world walking around in a tiara and lipstick.”
Their conversation was cut short when a student came over to the desk to talk to their professor. Cody sat down then, knowing they could continue after class. Which was exactly what they did. They headed into Dr. Cena’s office, where Dr. Orton joined them once more.
“So how is everything going with the fraternity? You’re not finding it too hard to manage your time, or anything like that, are you?” Dr. Cena asked him. Even though he wasn’t Cody’s advisor, he still cared for his students.
Cody glanced down at the floor, a slight blush rising in his cheeks. What could he say? Best to keep it generic. “Things are going pretty well. Time management is a bit tricky, and I think I’m so focused on the frat that I don’t pay attention as much as I should in classes.”
“Is that all you’ve got your mind on? The fraternity?” Randy asked.
“Well… I mean…”
“Look, I realize that it’s always nice to have time for your girlfriend-”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Cody said, cutting him off. “I just… nah, I shouldn’t be talking to you guys about this. You’re my professors.”
“And we’ll be your professors for the next four years. And we can only help you more if we get to know you better personally,” John told him.
“Well, I think this might be a bit too personal.”
“If you say so… But whatever it is, it shouldn’t be interfering with your schoolwork. That always needs to come first.”
“Well, I’m sorry that I’m not focused on schoolwork when I just found out I slept with the head of the frat,” Cody snipped, his temper getting the better of him. And then he realized what he just told them, now hiding his blushing face in his hands.
“You… just found out? I don’t know, I mean, it hasn’t been that long since I last slept with someone,” Randy said, earning him an elbow in the gut from John, “but if I recall correctly-”
Cody cut him off the second time, “We were both drunk. Really drunk. And neither of us remember it. So, not only is he in charge of the frat, he’s also my big, and now I have to see him all the time, knowing about what happened, but neither of us know what happened. It’s all I’ve been able to think of since last night.”
“Well, you should be thinking about the test you have coming up in my class later, not about sex you can’t even remember. Aren’t you too young to be drinking, anyway?”
Cody opened his mouth, trying to answer, but unable to formulate the words. Could his professor get him in trouble for drinking underage?
“Randy, you’re scaring him. But he’s got a point. Stop thinking about him, especially if you never even knew it happened. And stop drinking so much.”
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to tell you two all of this,” he said, looking back and forth between the two men. “I really didn’t intend to get so personal. It’s just, when I start talkin’, it all spills out, like there’s no filter between here,” he said as he pointed to his head, “and here,” he finished, pointing to his mouth.
“It’s ok, don’t worry. I’ve been there, done that.”
“Well, let’s just consider it a trade off. We learn a little about you, and you learn a little about… us,” John said, looking back and smiling at Randy.
“I’ll take it. But, really, we can forget I ever said anything about that. Really.”
“Done deal,” Randy agreed. “But we do expect your grades to remain consistent for the remainder of the semester.”
“I will do my best. I’ve got a solid B average, right? Or close to it… Anyway, grades will definitely stay consistent, don’t you worry. Besides, rushing is almost over, so I won’t have all that crap to deal with and I will be able to focus a lot more on school.”
“We’re holding you to that,” John said, speaking for both he and Randy.
“I am not having an advisee of mine flunking out of the major simply because of a fraternity.”
“Don’t worry, everything’ll work out. I just have a lot going on right now, but things will blow over soon,” Cody informed his professors.
And then finally, finally, the night had come. Finally it was time for this year’s rushes to be inducted into the sacred halls of the Chi Tao fraternity. Just before the ceremony, each brother presented their little with a special gift, keeping with long standing tradition. Ted stood in front of everyone and began speaking, “I must say how proud I am of all of you. You have all survived our tests. You have been put through hell, and you all came back for more. And it will all be worth it. Soon you all will become official members of our prestigious fraternity. But first, I want Cody to come on up here.”
Cody stood from his seat, wondering what Ted could possibly have in store for him this time. He couldn’t help but look back and forth between Ted and the little cloth covered table behind them. What could be under that cloth, he wondered. Whatever it was, knowing the track record this frat had, it wasn’t anything good.
“I’ve got a little something for you. Don’t worry, everyone, you’ll all be getting something, too. But I wanted to show Cody first.” Ted then turned around and pulled the cloth off the table, revealing to all what was hidden underneath: paddles. “Look, Codes, you get your own personalized paddle.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off the paddle, not with his mind racing with all the potential that one piece of wood held. He read the letters XT across the top, the year 2010 placed right beneath it. Under that was the word BIG and directly below that was TED. In the very middle of the paddle was the crest of the fraternity, and at the bottom was LITTLE with CODY underneath. “Thank you.”
Ted quirked an eyebrow, and said, “You’re not a brother yet.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Now put your hands on the table.”
Now it was Cody’s time to quirk an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Sir, what was that?”
“There you go again. It sounded like you were questioning me. I know I’m not stuttering. But, here, I’ll clarify for you anyway. Put. Your. Hands. On. The. Fucking. Table.”
With a deep breath, Cody turned and placed his hands flat on the table. He bent his head slightly and waited. Ted walked up next to him, paddle in hand, then leaned down to whisper right into Cody’s ear, “I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.”
Cody felt the smooth side of the paddle slide over his jean-clad ass, and there was a sharp intake of breath when it was raised up, then brought back down with a resounding smack. A second smack soon followed, the jeans dulling the pain, making the experience more erotic than anything. Here he was, bent over a table getting spanked by his big, a man he once slept with, in front of all his fellow rushes. He felt the paddle land on his ass a third time, fourth time, fifth time. “Mmm.” The sound escaped his mouth before he could even try to stop it.
Ted grabbed under Cody’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. And when they did, a strong sense of desire and want passed between them. He licked his lips as he said, “I thought you’d like this.” Next thing he knew, he had brought his face down to Cody’s and met his lips in a kiss.
Before things went too far between the two, Stephen stepped forward, grabbing Ted’s wrist in his hand. “Ted, we should probably hurry things along,” he whispered harshly. “And you two should probably not fuck in front of everyone here. You’re a great friend and all, but I don’t want to see you fucking anyone… again. And I doubt those guys want to see it, as well. So, let’s just have the induction, then you can go off to your room, not my room, your room, and continue all you like.”
Glancing back down to Cody, then skimming across the other rushes, he knew that Stephen was right, if he hadn’t stepped in right there, things would have gone too far. “Ok, we can start the ceremony. Cody, you can sit down now. Guys, give your littles their paddles.”
In front of Ted, sitting open on a podium, was a book. In it held the oath that was to be recited by each and every rush that wanted to join. These were words written down by the original members of the fraternity, and were repeated every school semester to welcome in the new blood. As a group, all the rushes recited Ted’s words back to him, until every word was spoken, and the students could no longer be called rushes. They were now full fledged brothers of Chi Tao, a moment each and every one of them had been striving for for week, and something they had all gone through hell to attain.
Immediately after that, it was time for their dry spell to be broken. The keg was tapped, and soon, empty Silo cups were strewn across the floor as nearly every brother slipped further away from sobriety. And then it was time for Beirut to start, the boys’ specially designed table now taking up the center of their common space.
However, two members forgot about the booze, forgot about the drinking games, hell, they forgot about the rest of the brothers. What they didn’t forget was the immense amount of sexual tension that had been brewing between them since they met for the first time. While sober. And they definitely didn’t forget the paddle.
Cody followed Ted up the stairs to the bedrooms, stepping into Ted’s room first when the door was held open for him. Ted switched on the lights and shut the door behind him.
“So, this is your room?”
“Yeah. Take it all in now, since all you’ll be seeing soon is the ceiling.”
“You mean the ceiling with the posters of bikini clad women?” Cody stepped in close and wrapped his hand around the base of Ted’s neck, lips grazing over Ted’s. “Ya ask me, I’d much rather be shoved face first into a nice, soft pillow than look at that.”
“Well, I generally go for the fairer sex,” he replied as Cody placed small kisses along his jaw, upon his lips, over his cheeks.
“Good to know there’s an exception for everything.”
“Didn’t even believe Stephen when he first told me he walked in on me fucking a guy. Told him I was probably just… well… doing a girl… But he was so sure of it, said the fact that I was stroking someone else’s dick was proof enough for him.”
“So I was the first guy you ever drunkenly fucked? How sweet,” he said, now nipping at Ted’s neck.
“You’ll be the first guy I ever fuck while sober, too.”
“How cute is that?” Cody ran his hand down Ted’s arm, letting one of his fingers graze over the hand gripping the paddle tight. “Planning on using that any more?”
“If you want me to, well, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“Oh, I want you to. Zack said they could hear us all through the house that one time? Wanna try to see if we can do it again?” Cody asked with a challenging quirk of his brow.
“Absolutely.”
Cody glanced around, eyes stopping on the bed over in the other corner and started heading towards it, but Ted grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any further. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Well, the bed’s that way,” Cody answered, pointing towards the bed with his free hand, glancing over his shoulder as he did so.
“Why? The desk is right here…” A smirk began to form, which Cody returned instantly.
“I really like that idea… Sir.”
There he went again, that one little word did any number of things to Ted’s body, and no one ever caused him to have that kind of reaction before. He pushed a few stray papers out of the way, then turned his attention back to Cody. “First thing’s first. Undo your jeans.”
Holding Ted’s gaze, Cody brought his hands to his belt, which he pulled through the loops, letting it drop to the floor just before he returned to the button and zipper, splaying out his jeans to reveal a hard dick tenting in his boxers. He quickly grazed his fingertips lightly over his cock, feeling it twitch at the slightest touch. The pants slid over his hips and hit the floor, and Ted took in the sight before him with great approval. “Is this good, or would you rather…” he trailed off, hooking his thumbs under the elastic of his boxers, slowly pulling them over his hips, as well.
“Yeah, keep going.”
Soon the boxers were around his ankles, pooling there on top of his jeans. He stood there, awaiting Ted’s next order. “What would you like me to do now, Sir?”
“Turn around and bend over, hands on the desk.”
Still smirking, Cody turned and bent forward, exposing his ass to Ted and the paddle he was wielding in his hand. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” Readjusting his grip on the paddle, Ted stepped in closer before running the flat side down Cody’s naked form and rubbing small circles on his ass. “You sure you want this?”
“Just do it.”
“Imagine this, a new commercial concept for Nike,” Ted joked as he raised the paddle up and let it hover briefly before bringing it back down, striking Cody’s ass.
Now that one stung. And it was only the first strike. The jeans had made a huge difference, but that didn’t mean Cody wasn’t enjoying himself. After that first blow, he inhaled a sharp breath through his nose and hardly had a chance to exhale before it happened again. His clawed at the desk, his slick palms trying to grip onto anything.
Ted’s left hand gripped Cody’s hair, causing them to lock eyes once more, just as they had downstairs. With eyes on one another, Ted did it again, smacking Cody’s ass hard with the wooden paddle embellished with both their names. A sweat broke out on Cody’s forehead, the intensity of the situation like nothing he had encountered before. “Fuck!” Cody shouted, closing his eyes as one sharp sting followed another, his ass red and burning.
Pausing, Ted waited for Cody’s eyes to open again, needing to ask if it was ok to continue. When those blazing blue eyes finally opened, he couldn’t control himself as he leaned forward and captured Cody’s lips in a kiss. He released the grip of his hand and let it slide over Cody’s cheek and down to his neck as they deepened the kiss; paddle practically forgotten in Ted’s other hand. At least until Cody broke off the kiss. “You stopped.”
“Yeah. Well, I didn’t know if it hurt too much…”
“Nah, Teddy, you make it hurt so good.”
After a quick glance down at the paddle, he once again began to run it along Cody’s skin, reading the words and names as he did so. “What’ll you do with this paddle once I hand it over to you?”
“Hang it on my wall back home.” There was a smack of the paddle against his ass, then he continued, “At the end of my bed.” Another smack. “So I think of this every time I see it.” Yet again, a smack. “Last thing I see before I sleep.” Smack. “First thing I see when I wake up.” He saw the paddle placed next to his left hand on the desk, and finally stood up straight.
“Mine’s at the head of my bed. Of course, I never did anything like this with my big.”
“Of course. Just with your littles, then?”
“I told you, you’re the first guy I’ve ever fucked.”
“That you know of.”
“For a fact, Cody. I’ve done a lot of things, given hand jobs, gotten hand jobs… from guys, that is, but I never wanted to fuck any of them. Not until I saw you.”
“Who would have thought we already had,” Cody said with a chuckle. Funny how things worked out.
Looking down at Cody’s naked form, damn, it was a sight to behold. There was just one thing that was stopping him from forcing Cody over right now and taking him right there on that desk. “What happens from here?”
Cody raised his eyebrow and grinned. “What do you mean? We fuck, we get on with our lives. I’m just a freshman, and I’ve had more one night stands than I know what to do with, surely you’ve had your fair share.”
“Even though we’ll see each other every day? Is this just a one time thing?”
“Doesn’t have to be. I guess it’ll depend on the quality of the sex on whether or not I decide to come back for round… three.”
“And then what? I graduate and…?” Ted questioned.
“Shit, what the hell is this? Are you trying to start a relationship, or something? Isn’t that a girl thing?”
“No. Just… Fuck it, whatever.” He swiftly removed his shirt and toed of his shoes before he undid his pants while Cody removed his own shoes, socks and pants, ass still stinging from the spanking.
“Anyway, you’re planning on staying in the area, right? You’ve got your internship right here in Boston next year. No one’s saying we can’t, ya know, get together once in a while,” Cody suggested as he took a few steps to close the gap between he and Ted. “Right?”
“Right,” he agreed. His hands slid downwards, cupping Cody’s ass, who inhaled as soon as his hands reached the hot flesh. “But that’s still a ways away. We’re both here now. And nothing would be for sure, anyway, until we find out if this sex is as good as we said it was.”
“No time like the present,” Cody said, now pressing his dick into Ted’s.
Ted ground his hips forward, his cock rubbing against Cody’s as his head dropped back from the pleasure of the friction. He let go of Cody’s ass, pushing him into the desk as he fumbled around to find the top drawer. As soon as he pulled it forward, he found the pack of condoms he kept there, grabbing the whole box to avoid the hassle of tearing off a single one. Then he began to walk backwards, bringing Cody along with him on the journey to the bed. Once they hit the side, Ted turned them, so Cody was now the one with his back to the bed. He sat down and turned as Ted climbed on top, straddling Cody’s hips.
Now on his back, Cody looked up at Ted who was fiddling with a strip of condoms. He ran his hands over Ted’s chest, slipping them downward until one wrapped around Ted’s cock.
Condom in hand, Ted immediately turned his attention to Cody when he felt that strong, slim hand on his dick. Cody continued to stroke, and Ted bent forward pressing their lips together. His tongue slipped into Cody’s mouth as his lips parted, and he let it explore until he had to breathe. Sitting up once more, he ran a hand through Cody’s hair and asked, “How’d you wanna… I mean, how should we go about…?”
Cody grinned, “You could tell me to turn the fuck over and get up on my hands and knees so you can fuck me good and hard.”
“Very to the point.”
“Just how I like it. Remember last time, well, the morning after last time, I said my ass hurt like nobody’s business.”
“Yeah, I remember you said that. So, Cody, how ‘bout you turn over so I can fuck you good and hard?”
“My pleasure,” he said, now rolling over onto his hands and knees.
Ted moved back, allowing himself a look at Cody’s ass, still red from the minutes prior. By the head of his bed, he kept a small bottle of lotion, and as he reached for it, he pressed his body flush against Cody’s, his dick rubbing into the crack of his ass. He placed a quick kiss to Cody’s neck before sitting back on his heels.
“Admiring the view?” Cody asked, wiggling his hips back and forth, grinning over his shoulder.
“Admiring my handiwork is all,” he replied, spreading the ass cheeks apart before running a finger down the crack. Pulling the finger back, he poured a small amount of the lotion into his hand, slicking his fingers up. This time when he returned his finger to Cody’s ass, he let the slick finger circle the ring of muscle, pushing in slightly, feeling the tightness around him. He moved in and out several times before he began to add a second finger. “Jesus, Cody,” he muttered as Cody clenched his ass even tighter.
“You ever fucked a girl like this?”
“Once. But she did not feel as good as you do.”
“And to think, that’s just your finger. Wait until you’re actually fucking me.” He then pushed himself backwards, then rocked his hips forward, back again, forward once more, over and over, fucking himself on Ted’s fingers.
“Want you now.”
“Do it, then.”
Twisting his fingers one final time, Ted pulled them out. He then tore open the condom and rolled it onto his cock, coating that with even more lotion. When the tip of his dick breeched Cody’s hole, it was like nothing he had experienced before. At least while sober. He gripped Cody’s hips, plunging himself in deep in one thrust.
“Fuck!” Cody shouted as his body was entered so swiftly without time to adjust to the sheer size of Ted’s cock.
Damn, Cody felt amazing. Ted began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward, brushing against Cody’s prostate over and over.
Raising up to his own knees, Cody changed their position, pressing his back to Ted’s chest, sweat slick between their bodies as they moved together; Ted thrusting up while Cody rode Ted’s cock.
Ted kept one hand on Cody’s hip while the other found its way to Cody’s dick. He brushed his fingers over the smooth skin, then moved his hand lower, rolling his balls in his hand before his hand was on the move once again, this time further back. He pressed right behind Cody’s balls, earning himself a moaned, “Oh my god.” When he started rubbing the spot, applying just enough pressure, Cody’s moans got louder.
With bodies practically molded together, Cody turned his head and seeked out Ted’s mouth, his arm reaching out behind him to cup Ted’s head. When they found each other, tongues were instantly in one another’s mouths, roaming every surface.
Ted’s hand moved back to Cody’s cock, stroking up and down at the pace he thrust up into Cody’s willing body. He was swallowing down Cody’s moans and grunts and cries of pleasure, just as Cody was doing with his. He then broke off the kiss and pushed Cody forward, the unsuspecting man landing face first into the pillows. Ted’s pace picked up the instant Cody was down, now able to quicken the thrusts of his hips. His hands were once again holding on tight to Cody’s hips, sure he’d leave bruises later.
Cody reached his hand back once more, using it to grab Ted’s ass, trying to push him in deeper. “Fuck, Teddy. I…”
Ted could sense it, too, both of them were getting close. It only encouraged him further as his pace picked up even further, driving his hips forward, dick hitting Cody’s prostate with each thrust, finally sending Cody over the edge. He threw his head back and screamed out his release, Ted’s own following soon after as that tight heat clenched and pulsated around him.
Panting, Ted pulled out as his cock began to soften, removing and tying off the used condom. He tossed it into the nearby trashcan, then rolled onto his side, back to the wall, facing Cody.
His own breathing still erratic, Cody crossed his arms underneath his head and turned to face Ted. “Think we achieved our goal?”
“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough,” he said, figuring the two of them would be getting shit from the rest of the brothers. “But I really hope so.”
“We can always try again. Make sure everyone heard us,” Cody suggested.
“Wonder if it was that good the first time…”
“Next time we can always get a good buzz goin’ before hand. Enough to make it, ya know, real good, but not so much that we don’t remember jack shit.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Are you two finally done?” Stephen’s voice asked from out in the hall, daring to check on them as the brothers were wondering if their Head of House was going to join in the drunken celebrations.
The two men on the bed looked at one another before Ted shouted back, “No! Now fuck off!”
Cody smirked, raising his hand to Ted’s cheek, cupping right behind his ear. “You still favouring the fairer sex?” he asked with a quick glance up to the ceiling.
Ted looked to the ceiling, as well, Playboy model staring back down at him, as he replied, “Maybe.”
“Maybe? After all that?”
“You think one night with a guy can change the mind of a man who’s been sleeping with chicks for the past six years?”
“Oh, Teddy, of that I’m certain,” Cody said, twinkle in his eye. “You ever wanted someone to fuck you?”
Ted hesitated, “Well… I dunno…”
Cody moved closer and kissed Ted’s lips. “That’d be a yes,” he muttered against them as his hand reached towards the box of condoms. “You got to see my technique on that sheep, after all.” He held the condom in front of Ted’s face, watching the internal struggle going on. “It’ll feel so good, Ted,” he assured as Ted began to roll onto his front. “No, go on your back. Trust me.”
Nodding, Ted moved from his spot against the wall and onto his back. “You did seem to enjoy yourself…”
“So will you, Ted. So will you,” Cody said just before straddling Ted’s hips and kissing his lips.
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody/Other(s), John Cena/Randy Orton (Characters also include Stephen Farrelly, Mike Mizanin, Zack Ryder, Evan Bourne and random OC's)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This was written for a challenge posted in codiasi to write a fic with the boys in college. Cody wants to join a fraternity, Chi Tao, of which Ted is in charge. A couple of his profs are Dr.'s Cena and Orton.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 7013
A/N: First off, this fic is totally for Erica, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sorry about our shitty timing. Secondly, I feel the need to point out that there's a huge difference in the relationship between student/college prof is extremely different from studet/HS teacher. You know these profs for four years at least, and they get to know you as a person, as well. Just had to point that out because of one scene in here. Otherwise, enjoy!
Part 1, Part 2
Before Cody left that night, he had another stare down with Ted, both feeling that undercurrent of sexual tension. And then, once he was out the door, he tried to wipe the night’s events from his memory. Since he still had classes that following day, it wasn’t too hard to briefly forget about the utter humiliation of fucking the sheep in front of all the brothers and the rushes. And he couldn’t help but feel bad as rush after rush fucked that sheep, having gone through it himself, knowing how miserable it was. However, after that, the lipstick didn’t seem all that bad.
Dr.’s Cena and Orton, as well as another health science professor, had been away for a conference over the weekend, and had only returned Tuesday night. So it came as quite a shock to John when Cody walked into his classroom with a tiara perched on top of his head and lipstick covering his lips. He didn’t want to say anything during class, but once he dismissed everyone, he caught up with Cody just before he left. “Cody, dare I ask?”
Just before Cody could say anything, his advisor rounded the corner, entering the classroom to speak to John, but all his attention was soon focused on Cody. “I can’t say this is a sight I was expecting to see.”
“It’s a fraternity thing.”
“Can they even do shit like this?” John asked the both of them. “Aren’t there laws against hazing?”
“This is the last day of this. Please, don’t do anything to anyone,” Cody asked of both his professors. “It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s not like the brothers are doing anything to actually harm us,” he told them, leaving out the part about the latex sheep. No one needed to know about that. Hell, no one could hear about it under the fraternity’s secrecy oath.
“But they’re humiliating you!”
“John, Cody’s old enough to make his own decisions. Like I told you, once you get past… that, then things really do get better,” Randy said.
“Why anyone would willingly do that to themselves is beyond me.”
“You’re probably just mourning the fact that your time to join a frat has long since come and gone, and you missed the train.”
“Yes, Randy, my soul is weeping. But now I should get back, my office hours are starting.”
“I say you play hooky and just come back to my office,” Randy joked.
Cody watched the two and their easy banter, the curiosity about those two returning full force. “Well, uh, I’ll give you two your alone time now… I’ll see you in class later, Dr. Orton.” And with that, Cody headed off to lunch before he had to go into class with Orton.
“So, what was the worst thing they ever made you do in your frat days?” John asked as he walked past Randy and out the classroom.
Randy followed, joining John in his office. “I don’t really remember.”
“Oh, that’s total bullshit.”
“I’m forty years old, man, that was a long time ago.”
“You lie. What was it? Drag? Swirlies? Sodomy? C’mon, spill.”
“It was one of the above…” Randy muttered.
“What did they sodomize you with?”
“It wasn’t that one, dumbass. We had to wear dresses around campus for an entire day. Mine was so hideous. It was dark blue and had these huge white, pink and purple flowers printed all over it.”
“Are there pictures? I can frame one and put it over our fireplace mantle.”
Randy stood up and left, heading to his own office, leaving John laughing to himself.
Everyone showed up to the dinner that night in their tiaras and lipstick, all anxiously awaiting the meeting that night. What was left before rushing was over? It couldn’t be too much longer before their hell was over and they were inducted properly into the fraternity.
Ted greeted everyone, “It’s so nice to see you all dressed up for the occasion. And there is most definitely reason to celebrate. You’re almost done, you’re so close to being inducted. There’s just the rest of this week and the weekend left. And there’s no more dressing in a tiara and you won’t have to put on your face anymore, either. There is one condition for the rest of your time as rushes: no drinking. Not in your rooms, not at parties, not at bars. No alcohol can touch your lips from now until next Friday. But it will be in that time when we, as your bigs, talk to you one on one to prepare you for what to expect once you do become a member of our fraternity. We’ll tell you what’s expected of you, that you go to and even help plan campus wide events, and all the hours of community service you’ll be required to put in. Don’t worry, you’ll be well prepared for next year. And one of these days we’ll also be doing elections to determine who’ll be taking my place next year, as well as the other positions that’ll be opening as us seniors graduate.”
No drinking for a week? Cody groaned inwardly, how could he manage to go an entire weekend without a single drop of alcohol entering his bloodstream? It really didn’t seem possible. He tried to look on the bright side, he wouldn’t have to worry about hangovers, he didn’t have to worry about waking up next to someone, not even knowing what they had done the night before, and he didn’t have to work out as much since he’d be taking in fewer calories. But, really, who was he trying to kid? Not drinking for a whole week sucked donkey balls.
The formal meeting ended, and bigs met with their littles to begin discussing things beyond the torture of rushing. However, when Ted went to meet with Cody, things were a little more awkward after the events of the previous day. “Look, Cody, about the other day…”
“When you kicked me out after I so willingly offered my body to you? Well, I was thinking about it, and I never should have said what I did. I’m sorry. It was out of line, since you’re my big and it wouldn’t look good for either of us.”
“You’re right. It was out of line. I forgive you, though.”
Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out the tube of lipstick, keeping his eyes locked with Ted’s the entire time he applied the colour to his lips. “But the offer still stands.”
Ted watched, his dick beginning to stir as his little willingly put the lipstick on himself, his tongue wetting his own lips. Maybe it was Cody’s determination that turned him on as it did. Yeah, he had had drunken fumbles with other guys, but he had never been so turned on by one man so strongly. While sober. “No. Look, the guys and I have been talking, and I’m not supposed to tell you this, but you’ve been our standout rush this year. Nothing can happen between us, because if anyone finds out, they’ll think that you’re sucking me off to get ahead, or something.”
“But I’m not. I want to suck you off just because, not to gain anything. I think I’ve proven myself to everyone, don’t you? What should it matter if we fuck?”
There was no denying that Cody definitely had a point. Everyone could see that Cody had worked his ass off to get himself here. It was plain as day. Ted had handpicked Cody to be his little, for fuck’s sake. Maybe it wouldn’t matter? But, then, what if people thought they had been a thing for a longer amount of time, and that was the reason Ted favoured Cody so much. But, still, the prospect of sex with Cody was very appealing.
“Ted… Sir,” Cody said, trying to get Ted’s attention back.
Christ, the way Cody said Sir, it went straight to his dick.
“Teddy!” Stephen called, breaking up the moment they were having.
“What?” Ted replied with an annoyed shout as he stood to walk over.
“We had a question about something, and wanted your opinion.”
Cody watched as Ted walked off with his frat brothers, sighing to himself. There went his chances right there. Quick as that, his opportunity went out the window.
“There, was it really that hard to figure out without me telling you what to do?”
“Shit, man, what’s up with you?” Zack asked, wondering why Ted, who was usually pretty helpful and easy going, was suddenly so snippy. “You on the rag, or sumthin?”
“No, but Cody and I-”
“Were you gonna fuck him again?” Stephen asked him.
“No,” Ted snapped back, though he had to admit… “Wait, what do you mean by again?”
“I mean exactly that: again. Don’t you remember that time when I walked in on you balls deep in some guy’s ass on my bed?” he continued to question.
“I remember you giving me hell about it the next morning. As for the actual event, yeah, I got nothin’.”
“Well, he’s the guy. You really don’t remember?”
This was all news to Ted. He and Cody had… they had fucked before? Why hadn’t Cody told him that?! Did he think that he was going to get some kind of favour? That asshole. “No, I don’t remember at all. How come you never told me before?”
“We thought you knew!” Mike chipped in. “We figured that’s why you picked him to be your little, because you were already fucking each other.”
“I had no idea.” Ted brought his hands to his head and rubbed the heels of his palm into his eyes. “Shit.”
“Too bad you don’t remember the sex, cuz you two managed to echo throughout the entire house,” Zack told him. “I couldn’t even enjoy it with Alicia you two were so loud.”
“You can shut up now. I gotta…” he trailed off as he turned and headed back towards Cody.
“How come you never told me?” Ted demanded as soon as he was close.
Cody cocked an eyebrow, looking at Ted as though he had grown a third arm. “Told you what exactly? I feel like I’m missing something here.”
“You knew all this time and didn’t say a damn word to me,” Ted said, his anger rising.
“What did I know that you didn’t?! I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about!”
“Like hell you don’t. The way you’re always… coming onto me… how come you didn’t tell me that we fucked before?”
Cody’s jaw was practically on the floor it had dropped open so wide (a talent he found came in quite handy) from the shock. “What?”
Ted’s anger dissipated slightly at the look of sheer confusion on Cody’s face. “Stephen told me that we fucked before… in his bed…”
“How… I mean… What? I do usually remember something about whoever I have sex with. Unless… Oh, shit… It must be,” Cody was saying out loud, more to himself than Ted.
“It must be what?”
“I don’t get blackout drunk all that often, cuz, really, who likes not being able to remember anything? Well, it happened to me last semester. I woke up on Turner’s floor and my ass hurt like a son of a bitch, just like the pounding hangover in my head. And I still can’t remember a damn thing that happened that night. I don’t even remember coming to the house, since my roommate and me started drinking before we even left our dorm room. But I somehow had to come into this house and then I fucked someone. When I woke up, I asked Turner what the fuck happened the night before, and he said he had no idea, except for that I told him that I had the best sex of my life. And I can’t remember shit.”
“Great. Just great. Neither of us had any idea, but all the guys knew.”
“Well, it shouldn’t matter anyway! I never once complained about what we had to do, not once. Shit, you all know that.”
A silence followed, both unsure of what to do from that point on. Ted already knew that Cody would get inducted, and it was based solely on his determination, not on the fact that they had slept together in the past. An event both had been too drunk to even remember.
“Aren’t you curious, though?” Cody asked quietly.
“Hmm?”
“Aren’t you curious… about what happened between us? Turner said that I said it was the best sex I’d ever had, that’s gotta mean something, right?”
“Zack said they could all hear us all throughout the house,” Ted told him. “But,” he continued, despite his obvious wanting, “we shouldn’t. At least not until you’re inducted as a member.”
All Cody could do was stare at Ted. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to wait for another week?
“Trust me, Cody, it’s for the best. Hell, it’d probably be best if we tried to forget it ever happened. Let’s face it, you’re a freshman, and I’m a senior who’s about to graduate in a couple months.”
“I never said I wanted a relationship, I just want you to fuck me.”
“Christ, just let it go,” Ted said before he stood and left Cody sitting alone once more.
The next day, Cody went to see Dr. Orton before his class with Dr. Cena, but he couldn’t find him in his office. He wasn’t in Dr. Cena’s office, either. All he had was a quick question for him, he wasn’t expecting to have to go on some scavenger hunt to find his professor. Then he passed by one of his classrooms and happened to glance in there and found both of them. He peeked his head in the door to find Cena over in the corner at the desk with Orton behind him, hands resting comfortably on Cena’s shoulders. “Hello?”
Dr. Orton removed his hands and stepped back as soon as Cody stepped into the classroom. “Hi, Cody,” they both said at the same time.
“Hi,” he greeted, not sure what to make of what he just walked in on. “I just had a question for you, Dr. Orton.”
“Sure thing,” he said as he started walking over towards Cody.
“You can, uh, stay there, if you want,” Cody said, heading to the desk. “I just wanted to clarify something before the test today. I didn’t mean to, ya know… interrupt you.”
“Don’t worry, if we were worried about being interrupted we would have gone to my office and locked the door.”
“Randy!” John chided, though he couldn’t say it with a straight face.
“Anyway, Cody, what was it you needed help with?” Randy asked, once more placing a hand on one of John’s shoulders.
John chimed in every once in a while, filling in for Randy when he had to pause to think about an answer. Once they had things cleared up, it was almost time for classes to begin. When Randy headed off to his own office, John and Cody stayed behind in the room. “No more tiara, I see?”
“Yeah, that’s over with. Thank God. I mean, I’d never complain to anyone there, but I can’t say it’s the greatest experience in the world walking around in a tiara and lipstick.”
Their conversation was cut short when a student came over to the desk to talk to their professor. Cody sat down then, knowing they could continue after class. Which was exactly what they did. They headed into Dr. Cena’s office, where Dr. Orton joined them once more.
“So how is everything going with the fraternity? You’re not finding it too hard to manage your time, or anything like that, are you?” Dr. Cena asked him. Even though he wasn’t Cody’s advisor, he still cared for his students.
Cody glanced down at the floor, a slight blush rising in his cheeks. What could he say? Best to keep it generic. “Things are going pretty well. Time management is a bit tricky, and I think I’m so focused on the frat that I don’t pay attention as much as I should in classes.”
“Is that all you’ve got your mind on? The fraternity?” Randy asked.
“Well… I mean…”
“Look, I realize that it’s always nice to have time for your girlfriend-”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Cody said, cutting him off. “I just… nah, I shouldn’t be talking to you guys about this. You’re my professors.”
“And we’ll be your professors for the next four years. And we can only help you more if we get to know you better personally,” John told him.
“Well, I think this might be a bit too personal.”
“If you say so… But whatever it is, it shouldn’t be interfering with your schoolwork. That always needs to come first.”
“Well, I’m sorry that I’m not focused on schoolwork when I just found out I slept with the head of the frat,” Cody snipped, his temper getting the better of him. And then he realized what he just told them, now hiding his blushing face in his hands.
“You… just found out? I don’t know, I mean, it hasn’t been that long since I last slept with someone,” Randy said, earning him an elbow in the gut from John, “but if I recall correctly-”
Cody cut him off the second time, “We were both drunk. Really drunk. And neither of us remember it. So, not only is he in charge of the frat, he’s also my big, and now I have to see him all the time, knowing about what happened, but neither of us know what happened. It’s all I’ve been able to think of since last night.”
“Well, you should be thinking about the test you have coming up in my class later, not about sex you can’t even remember. Aren’t you too young to be drinking, anyway?”
Cody opened his mouth, trying to answer, but unable to formulate the words. Could his professor get him in trouble for drinking underage?
“Randy, you’re scaring him. But he’s got a point. Stop thinking about him, especially if you never even knew it happened. And stop drinking so much.”
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to tell you two all of this,” he said, looking back and forth between the two men. “I really didn’t intend to get so personal. It’s just, when I start talkin’, it all spills out, like there’s no filter between here,” he said as he pointed to his head, “and here,” he finished, pointing to his mouth.
“It’s ok, don’t worry. I’ve been there, done that.”
“Well, let’s just consider it a trade off. We learn a little about you, and you learn a little about… us,” John said, looking back and smiling at Randy.
“I’ll take it. But, really, we can forget I ever said anything about that. Really.”
“Done deal,” Randy agreed. “But we do expect your grades to remain consistent for the remainder of the semester.”
“I will do my best. I’ve got a solid B average, right? Or close to it… Anyway, grades will definitely stay consistent, don’t you worry. Besides, rushing is almost over, so I won’t have all that crap to deal with and I will be able to focus a lot more on school.”
“We’re holding you to that,” John said, speaking for both he and Randy.
“I am not having an advisee of mine flunking out of the major simply because of a fraternity.”
“Don’t worry, everything’ll work out. I just have a lot going on right now, but things will blow over soon,” Cody informed his professors.
And then finally, finally, the night had come. Finally it was time for this year’s rushes to be inducted into the sacred halls of the Chi Tao fraternity. Just before the ceremony, each brother presented their little with a special gift, keeping with long standing tradition. Ted stood in front of everyone and began speaking, “I must say how proud I am of all of you. You have all survived our tests. You have been put through hell, and you all came back for more. And it will all be worth it. Soon you all will become official members of our prestigious fraternity. But first, I want Cody to come on up here.”
Cody stood from his seat, wondering what Ted could possibly have in store for him this time. He couldn’t help but look back and forth between Ted and the little cloth covered table behind them. What could be under that cloth, he wondered. Whatever it was, knowing the track record this frat had, it wasn’t anything good.
“I’ve got a little something for you. Don’t worry, everyone, you’ll all be getting something, too. But I wanted to show Cody first.” Ted then turned around and pulled the cloth off the table, revealing to all what was hidden underneath: paddles. “Look, Codes, you get your own personalized paddle.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off the paddle, not with his mind racing with all the potential that one piece of wood held. He read the letters XT across the top, the year 2010 placed right beneath it. Under that was the word BIG and directly below that was TED. In the very middle of the paddle was the crest of the fraternity, and at the bottom was LITTLE with CODY underneath. “Thank you.”
Ted quirked an eyebrow, and said, “You’re not a brother yet.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Now put your hands on the table.”
Now it was Cody’s time to quirk an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Sir, what was that?”
“There you go again. It sounded like you were questioning me. I know I’m not stuttering. But, here, I’ll clarify for you anyway. Put. Your. Hands. On. The. Fucking. Table.”
With a deep breath, Cody turned and placed his hands flat on the table. He bent his head slightly and waited. Ted walked up next to him, paddle in hand, then leaned down to whisper right into Cody’s ear, “I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.”
Cody felt the smooth side of the paddle slide over his jean-clad ass, and there was a sharp intake of breath when it was raised up, then brought back down with a resounding smack. A second smack soon followed, the jeans dulling the pain, making the experience more erotic than anything. Here he was, bent over a table getting spanked by his big, a man he once slept with, in front of all his fellow rushes. He felt the paddle land on his ass a third time, fourth time, fifth time. “Mmm.” The sound escaped his mouth before he could even try to stop it.
Ted grabbed under Cody’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. And when they did, a strong sense of desire and want passed between them. He licked his lips as he said, “I thought you’d like this.” Next thing he knew, he had brought his face down to Cody’s and met his lips in a kiss.
Before things went too far between the two, Stephen stepped forward, grabbing Ted’s wrist in his hand. “Ted, we should probably hurry things along,” he whispered harshly. “And you two should probably not fuck in front of everyone here. You’re a great friend and all, but I don’t want to see you fucking anyone… again. And I doubt those guys want to see it, as well. So, let’s just have the induction, then you can go off to your room, not my room, your room, and continue all you like.”
Glancing back down to Cody, then skimming across the other rushes, he knew that Stephen was right, if he hadn’t stepped in right there, things would have gone too far. “Ok, we can start the ceremony. Cody, you can sit down now. Guys, give your littles their paddles.”
In front of Ted, sitting open on a podium, was a book. In it held the oath that was to be recited by each and every rush that wanted to join. These were words written down by the original members of the fraternity, and were repeated every school semester to welcome in the new blood. As a group, all the rushes recited Ted’s words back to him, until every word was spoken, and the students could no longer be called rushes. They were now full fledged brothers of Chi Tao, a moment each and every one of them had been striving for for week, and something they had all gone through hell to attain.
Immediately after that, it was time for their dry spell to be broken. The keg was tapped, and soon, empty Silo cups were strewn across the floor as nearly every brother slipped further away from sobriety. And then it was time for Beirut to start, the boys’ specially designed table now taking up the center of their common space.
However, two members forgot about the booze, forgot about the drinking games, hell, they forgot about the rest of the brothers. What they didn’t forget was the immense amount of sexual tension that had been brewing between them since they met for the first time. While sober. And they definitely didn’t forget the paddle.
Cody followed Ted up the stairs to the bedrooms, stepping into Ted’s room first when the door was held open for him. Ted switched on the lights and shut the door behind him.
“So, this is your room?”
“Yeah. Take it all in now, since all you’ll be seeing soon is the ceiling.”
“You mean the ceiling with the posters of bikini clad women?” Cody stepped in close and wrapped his hand around the base of Ted’s neck, lips grazing over Ted’s. “Ya ask me, I’d much rather be shoved face first into a nice, soft pillow than look at that.”
“Well, I generally go for the fairer sex,” he replied as Cody placed small kisses along his jaw, upon his lips, over his cheeks.
“Good to know there’s an exception for everything.”
“Didn’t even believe Stephen when he first told me he walked in on me fucking a guy. Told him I was probably just… well… doing a girl… But he was so sure of it, said the fact that I was stroking someone else’s dick was proof enough for him.”
“So I was the first guy you ever drunkenly fucked? How sweet,” he said, now nipping at Ted’s neck.
“You’ll be the first guy I ever fuck while sober, too.”
“How cute is that?” Cody ran his hand down Ted’s arm, letting one of his fingers graze over the hand gripping the paddle tight. “Planning on using that any more?”
“If you want me to, well, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“Oh, I want you to. Zack said they could hear us all through the house that one time? Wanna try to see if we can do it again?” Cody asked with a challenging quirk of his brow.
“Absolutely.”
Cody glanced around, eyes stopping on the bed over in the other corner and started heading towards it, but Ted grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any further. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Well, the bed’s that way,” Cody answered, pointing towards the bed with his free hand, glancing over his shoulder as he did so.
“Why? The desk is right here…” A smirk began to form, which Cody returned instantly.
“I really like that idea… Sir.”
There he went again, that one little word did any number of things to Ted’s body, and no one ever caused him to have that kind of reaction before. He pushed a few stray papers out of the way, then turned his attention back to Cody. “First thing’s first. Undo your jeans.”
Holding Ted’s gaze, Cody brought his hands to his belt, which he pulled through the loops, letting it drop to the floor just before he returned to the button and zipper, splaying out his jeans to reveal a hard dick tenting in his boxers. He quickly grazed his fingertips lightly over his cock, feeling it twitch at the slightest touch. The pants slid over his hips and hit the floor, and Ted took in the sight before him with great approval. “Is this good, or would you rather…” he trailed off, hooking his thumbs under the elastic of his boxers, slowly pulling them over his hips, as well.
“Yeah, keep going.”
Soon the boxers were around his ankles, pooling there on top of his jeans. He stood there, awaiting Ted’s next order. “What would you like me to do now, Sir?”
“Turn around and bend over, hands on the desk.”
Still smirking, Cody turned and bent forward, exposing his ass to Ted and the paddle he was wielding in his hand. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” Readjusting his grip on the paddle, Ted stepped in closer before running the flat side down Cody’s naked form and rubbing small circles on his ass. “You sure you want this?”
“Just do it.”
“Imagine this, a new commercial concept for Nike,” Ted joked as he raised the paddle up and let it hover briefly before bringing it back down, striking Cody’s ass.
Now that one stung. And it was only the first strike. The jeans had made a huge difference, but that didn’t mean Cody wasn’t enjoying himself. After that first blow, he inhaled a sharp breath through his nose and hardly had a chance to exhale before it happened again. His clawed at the desk, his slick palms trying to grip onto anything.
Ted’s left hand gripped Cody’s hair, causing them to lock eyes once more, just as they had downstairs. With eyes on one another, Ted did it again, smacking Cody’s ass hard with the wooden paddle embellished with both their names. A sweat broke out on Cody’s forehead, the intensity of the situation like nothing he had encountered before. “Fuck!” Cody shouted, closing his eyes as one sharp sting followed another, his ass red and burning.
Pausing, Ted waited for Cody’s eyes to open again, needing to ask if it was ok to continue. When those blazing blue eyes finally opened, he couldn’t control himself as he leaned forward and captured Cody’s lips in a kiss. He released the grip of his hand and let it slide over Cody’s cheek and down to his neck as they deepened the kiss; paddle practically forgotten in Ted’s other hand. At least until Cody broke off the kiss. “You stopped.”
“Yeah. Well, I didn’t know if it hurt too much…”
“Nah, Teddy, you make it hurt so good.”
After a quick glance down at the paddle, he once again began to run it along Cody’s skin, reading the words and names as he did so. “What’ll you do with this paddle once I hand it over to you?”
“Hang it on my wall back home.” There was a smack of the paddle against his ass, then he continued, “At the end of my bed.” Another smack. “So I think of this every time I see it.” Yet again, a smack. “Last thing I see before I sleep.” Smack. “First thing I see when I wake up.” He saw the paddle placed next to his left hand on the desk, and finally stood up straight.
“Mine’s at the head of my bed. Of course, I never did anything like this with my big.”
“Of course. Just with your littles, then?”
“I told you, you’re the first guy I’ve ever fucked.”
“That you know of.”
“For a fact, Cody. I’ve done a lot of things, given hand jobs, gotten hand jobs… from guys, that is, but I never wanted to fuck any of them. Not until I saw you.”
“Who would have thought we already had,” Cody said with a chuckle. Funny how things worked out.
Looking down at Cody’s naked form, damn, it was a sight to behold. There was just one thing that was stopping him from forcing Cody over right now and taking him right there on that desk. “What happens from here?”
Cody raised his eyebrow and grinned. “What do you mean? We fuck, we get on with our lives. I’m just a freshman, and I’ve had more one night stands than I know what to do with, surely you’ve had your fair share.”
“Even though we’ll see each other every day? Is this just a one time thing?”
“Doesn’t have to be. I guess it’ll depend on the quality of the sex on whether or not I decide to come back for round… three.”
“And then what? I graduate and…?” Ted questioned.
“Shit, what the hell is this? Are you trying to start a relationship, or something? Isn’t that a girl thing?”
“No. Just… Fuck it, whatever.” He swiftly removed his shirt and toed of his shoes before he undid his pants while Cody removed his own shoes, socks and pants, ass still stinging from the spanking.
“Anyway, you’re planning on staying in the area, right? You’ve got your internship right here in Boston next year. No one’s saying we can’t, ya know, get together once in a while,” Cody suggested as he took a few steps to close the gap between he and Ted. “Right?”
“Right,” he agreed. His hands slid downwards, cupping Cody’s ass, who inhaled as soon as his hands reached the hot flesh. “But that’s still a ways away. We’re both here now. And nothing would be for sure, anyway, until we find out if this sex is as good as we said it was.”
“No time like the present,” Cody said, now pressing his dick into Ted’s.
Ted ground his hips forward, his cock rubbing against Cody’s as his head dropped back from the pleasure of the friction. He let go of Cody’s ass, pushing him into the desk as he fumbled around to find the top drawer. As soon as he pulled it forward, he found the pack of condoms he kept there, grabbing the whole box to avoid the hassle of tearing off a single one. Then he began to walk backwards, bringing Cody along with him on the journey to the bed. Once they hit the side, Ted turned them, so Cody was now the one with his back to the bed. He sat down and turned as Ted climbed on top, straddling Cody’s hips.
Now on his back, Cody looked up at Ted who was fiddling with a strip of condoms. He ran his hands over Ted’s chest, slipping them downward until one wrapped around Ted’s cock.
Condom in hand, Ted immediately turned his attention to Cody when he felt that strong, slim hand on his dick. Cody continued to stroke, and Ted bent forward pressing their lips together. His tongue slipped into Cody’s mouth as his lips parted, and he let it explore until he had to breathe. Sitting up once more, he ran a hand through Cody’s hair and asked, “How’d you wanna… I mean, how should we go about…?”
Cody grinned, “You could tell me to turn the fuck over and get up on my hands and knees so you can fuck me good and hard.”
“Very to the point.”
“Just how I like it. Remember last time, well, the morning after last time, I said my ass hurt like nobody’s business.”
“Yeah, I remember you said that. So, Cody, how ‘bout you turn over so I can fuck you good and hard?”
“My pleasure,” he said, now rolling over onto his hands and knees.
Ted moved back, allowing himself a look at Cody’s ass, still red from the minutes prior. By the head of his bed, he kept a small bottle of lotion, and as he reached for it, he pressed his body flush against Cody’s, his dick rubbing into the crack of his ass. He placed a quick kiss to Cody’s neck before sitting back on his heels.
“Admiring the view?” Cody asked, wiggling his hips back and forth, grinning over his shoulder.
“Admiring my handiwork is all,” he replied, spreading the ass cheeks apart before running a finger down the crack. Pulling the finger back, he poured a small amount of the lotion into his hand, slicking his fingers up. This time when he returned his finger to Cody’s ass, he let the slick finger circle the ring of muscle, pushing in slightly, feeling the tightness around him. He moved in and out several times before he began to add a second finger. “Jesus, Cody,” he muttered as Cody clenched his ass even tighter.
“You ever fucked a girl like this?”
“Once. But she did not feel as good as you do.”
“And to think, that’s just your finger. Wait until you’re actually fucking me.” He then pushed himself backwards, then rocked his hips forward, back again, forward once more, over and over, fucking himself on Ted’s fingers.
“Want you now.”
“Do it, then.”
Twisting his fingers one final time, Ted pulled them out. He then tore open the condom and rolled it onto his cock, coating that with even more lotion. When the tip of his dick breeched Cody’s hole, it was like nothing he had experienced before. At least while sober. He gripped Cody’s hips, plunging himself in deep in one thrust.
“Fuck!” Cody shouted as his body was entered so swiftly without time to adjust to the sheer size of Ted’s cock.
Damn, Cody felt amazing. Ted began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward, brushing against Cody’s prostate over and over.
Raising up to his own knees, Cody changed their position, pressing his back to Ted’s chest, sweat slick between their bodies as they moved together; Ted thrusting up while Cody rode Ted’s cock.
Ted kept one hand on Cody’s hip while the other found its way to Cody’s dick. He brushed his fingers over the smooth skin, then moved his hand lower, rolling his balls in his hand before his hand was on the move once again, this time further back. He pressed right behind Cody’s balls, earning himself a moaned, “Oh my god.” When he started rubbing the spot, applying just enough pressure, Cody’s moans got louder.
With bodies practically molded together, Cody turned his head and seeked out Ted’s mouth, his arm reaching out behind him to cup Ted’s head. When they found each other, tongues were instantly in one another’s mouths, roaming every surface.
Ted’s hand moved back to Cody’s cock, stroking up and down at the pace he thrust up into Cody’s willing body. He was swallowing down Cody’s moans and grunts and cries of pleasure, just as Cody was doing with his. He then broke off the kiss and pushed Cody forward, the unsuspecting man landing face first into the pillows. Ted’s pace picked up the instant Cody was down, now able to quicken the thrusts of his hips. His hands were once again holding on tight to Cody’s hips, sure he’d leave bruises later.
Cody reached his hand back once more, using it to grab Ted’s ass, trying to push him in deeper. “Fuck, Teddy. I…”
Ted could sense it, too, both of them were getting close. It only encouraged him further as his pace picked up even further, driving his hips forward, dick hitting Cody’s prostate with each thrust, finally sending Cody over the edge. He threw his head back and screamed out his release, Ted’s own following soon after as that tight heat clenched and pulsated around him.
Panting, Ted pulled out as his cock began to soften, removing and tying off the used condom. He tossed it into the nearby trashcan, then rolled onto his side, back to the wall, facing Cody.
His own breathing still erratic, Cody crossed his arms underneath his head and turned to face Ted. “Think we achieved our goal?”
“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough,” he said, figuring the two of them would be getting shit from the rest of the brothers. “But I really hope so.”
“We can always try again. Make sure everyone heard us,” Cody suggested.
“Wonder if it was that good the first time…”
“Next time we can always get a good buzz goin’ before hand. Enough to make it, ya know, real good, but not so much that we don’t remember jack shit.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Are you two finally done?” Stephen’s voice asked from out in the hall, daring to check on them as the brothers were wondering if their Head of House was going to join in the drunken celebrations.
The two men on the bed looked at one another before Ted shouted back, “No! Now fuck off!”
Cody smirked, raising his hand to Ted’s cheek, cupping right behind his ear. “You still favouring the fairer sex?” he asked with a quick glance up to the ceiling.
Ted looked to the ceiling, as well, Playboy model staring back down at him, as he replied, “Maybe.”
“Maybe? After all that?”
“You think one night with a guy can change the mind of a man who’s been sleeping with chicks for the past six years?”
“Oh, Teddy, of that I’m certain,” Cody said, twinkle in his eye. “You ever wanted someone to fuck you?”
Ted hesitated, “Well… I dunno…”
Cody moved closer and kissed Ted’s lips. “That’d be a yes,” he muttered against them as his hand reached towards the box of condoms. “You got to see my technique on that sheep, after all.” He held the condom in front of Ted’s face, watching the internal struggle going on. “It’ll feel so good, Ted,” he assured as Ted began to roll onto his front. “No, go on your back. Trust me.”
Nodding, Ted moved from his spot against the wall and onto his back. “You did seem to enjoy yourself…”
“So will you, Ted. So will you,” Cody said just before straddling Ted’s hips and kissing his lips.